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Show posts MenuQuoteSome awakened are lucky, and land in the closer rings. Where food is plentiful, men free, the sky bright.
You are not one of those awakened.
You woke up in the mud, dragged out by iron collar around your neck. You were thrown into a cage by cruel, hard-handed men, who branded you with a number and threatened to cut the tongue from your mouth if you screamed. And... you were fed. Endless streams of barely edible gruel. And then, one by one, the others began to disappear, once they were fully fattened.
Perhaps there is hope, still. Perhaps you can escape this dark place, somehow. Kill your captors, and flee inwards. Or, perhaps, all will fall.
!join Livestock*
!join Zenmain*
!leave Zenmain*
Quote from: Supervisor Aleksandr Makes-Eyes-ShineRUUL VELSTRA
Quote from: Supervisor Aleksandr Makes-Eyes-ShineBY THE LAWS OF YOUR OWN WARD, I CHALLENGE YOU.
Quote from: Supervisor Aleksandr Makes-Eyes-Shine... Coward. Your people play at honor... play at law... like children. You do not even understand the words. Your entire ward shall suffer for your cowardice. And when you suffer, remember this moment. Remember the hand that ended this long quiet. It. was. not. mine.
QuoteIn Ring 97 a cold wind blows in, carrying with it billowing storms. Snowflakes begin to fall, and muckboys complain loudly about ice drifts in the canals. The great trashfire sputters and cracks, billows of black smoke growing tame. The less dedicated of the possessionless ascetics find thick clothing to be suddenly within their supposedly non-existent budget.
But above all else... something strange happens in the factory of the toyfolly. A great whirring of gears, shouting, complaints. The ever-constant billowing smoke from the factory stops. Angry toyfolly gnomes run this way and that across the ring, and the familiar stocks of toyfolly equipment across the city grow lean.
Meanwhile, the snow continues to fall...