Post by KitClairvoyance on Mar 2, 2009 8:50:11 GMT -5
Filth and corruption swept through the hollow streets of Navarch. Hunger, in its wide spectrum of meaning, ruled the remnants of this once golden metropolis. The lust for any sense of physical or mental satisfaction overwhelmed the deteriorated populace, and continued to expand in both breadth and magnitude. Little was left of hope, whom still faired better than its battered and vanquished friend, love.
Daylight rarely leaked through the neighbouring spires that glared down at the township, as if in disgust at the vulgar fume it projected. Damien was not a stranger to the shadows, as he had lived his whole life within its darkest slums. He knew little of the world outside of Navarch, but no less than any other within its bulky walls. Damien knew that what he lived in was supposedly a human utopia as told by the "Teachings of Vialia," a set of newly written bibles and laws. However, thoughts would often travel through his head of the meaning of Utopia, and whether he really did exist in an environment of perfection. He knew that behind the umbrous fortifications lied at least partially what he hoped to find. He didn't know much of where he came from, or who his parents were, which wasn't at all a rare trait within commoners like himself.
Damien walked through the steel doors of the Vialian temple as he attempted to comprehend the weekly mandatory teachings of Vialia he had just attended. The citizenry amongst him wore similar clothes as himself; rags consisting of random exposures of flesh, or in unfortunate cases, bone, accompanied by further layers of rags. Each and every one of them, unsurprisingly, resorted to believing in the teachings, hoping that one day they would be enlightened to the true sense of Utopia that they thought existed within Navarch. Damien avoided them; he knew they were all blindfolded by a darkness that would never unveil unless it was uncovered by an external force.
He headed outside, glancing at a nearby lightpost that whimpered to stay alive in the seemingly eternal darkness that splayed blithely down every passage. Electricity ran smoothly, for the most part, or at least compared to the food supply. Damien realized the hunger that was building up inside of his vacant stomach, and walked toward the eastern section of Navarch; the nutrition headquarters. There, he would get his daily ration of feed, which was hardly enough to keep anything alive. He walked past the blinking light, towards the east.
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Daylight rarely leaked through the neighbouring spires that glared down at the township, as if in disgust at the vulgar fume it projected. Damien was not a stranger to the shadows, as he had lived his whole life within its darkest slums. He knew little of the world outside of Navarch, but no less than any other within its bulky walls. Damien knew that what he lived in was supposedly a human utopia as told by the "Teachings of Vialia," a set of newly written bibles and laws. However, thoughts would often travel through his head of the meaning of Utopia, and whether he really did exist in an environment of perfection. He knew that behind the umbrous fortifications lied at least partially what he hoped to find. He didn't know much of where he came from, or who his parents were, which wasn't at all a rare trait within commoners like himself.
Damien walked through the steel doors of the Vialian temple as he attempted to comprehend the weekly mandatory teachings of Vialia he had just attended. The citizenry amongst him wore similar clothes as himself; rags consisting of random exposures of flesh, or in unfortunate cases, bone, accompanied by further layers of rags. Each and every one of them, unsurprisingly, resorted to believing in the teachings, hoping that one day they would be enlightened to the true sense of Utopia that they thought existed within Navarch. Damien avoided them; he knew they were all blindfolded by a darkness that would never unveil unless it was uncovered by an external force.
He headed outside, glancing at a nearby lightpost that whimpered to stay alive in the seemingly eternal darkness that splayed blithely down every passage. Electricity ran smoothly, for the most part, or at least compared to the food supply. Damien realized the hunger that was building up inside of his vacant stomach, and walked toward the eastern section of Navarch; the nutrition headquarters. There, he would get his daily ration of feed, which was hardly enough to keep anything alive. He walked past the blinking light, towards the east.
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