Blog Post #1 12:32 A.M. Sunday, January 22nd
Let me start by saying that this is not a happy story. It’s not an entirely sad one, I’m not Lemony Snicket, but it’s not particularly happy either. It’s important to me that you know that. It’s also important you understand that everything I’m about to tell you is one hundred percent, absolutely, undeniably true. You won’t read this in any history book. You won’t find it plastered on some Hollywood poster, or reenacted on Broadway. In fact you may never hear of it again. Just know that, right now, as you are reading this, it is all that matters.
Synderveil was not always the industrial complex you know it as today. It was once just a city. A place where people came to discover who they are, or more often to forget who they were. It was a place overflowing with gang violence and discrimination. People who couldn’t afford housing lived in the streets. The palace was no more than a figurehead while the church ruled all of Sauria with an iron fist. You wouldn’t believe what might be done to someone who didn’t show up for morning prayers.
Rules were different back then. You either followed them or you didn’t. There was no in between. And if you didn’t follow them you might as well have hired your own executioner and forwarded him your address. There weren’t lawyers to protect you. There was no judge or jury to declare you innocent. Of course the laws I speak of aren’t the ones that you may be picturing. Something was only illegal if it bothered someone important. You could murder as many urchins as you wanted as long as you never so much as glanced at a noble the wrong way. It was the same with thievery. Steal from a large corporation and you’re done, but if you happened to take the last piece of bread from a child on the streets then you were just doing the world a favor by hastening the removal of such a non contributive member of society.
There was a war a long time ago. You wouldn’t have heard of it; why would you? You’ve heard of many wars I’m sure. The Nescull Wars. The numerous battles between Noroavin and Rumaal. But you have no idea what this war was like. The thin veil that separates us from our nightmares was fractured. Things began seeping through. They still do now and again.
Have you ever felt the hairs rise on the back of your neck for no reason at all? Do you ever wonder what that weird shadow is on the opposite wall? What would you say if I told you you’d understand exactly what I’m talking about if you didn’t blink. Or sleep. Or ever lose focus. Because it takes decades to build a life, but just a millisecond to end one.
This is not by any means a novel, though it may start to feel like one. How should I know. I’ve never done this before. You’ve probably never read something like this either. But please pay attention, because there will be a quiz and the price of failing may just be your life.
-ZF
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