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<span class="mu-g">Connection established!</span>
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The screen flashes on and a smooth practiced voice travels out.
“Good ~ Morning, Salcot! I’m your host, Mike, who is joined today by Deputy Sarah. Today at Half-lid News Network, we have a loaded headline to get through, so let’s go at it.”
“Today an official report of vigilantes taking shots at various criminal gangs infesting Darkrock has turned into an all-out war between the two with police getting involved at the scene! Why don’t you tell us more about that Deputy?”
A small woman in a police uniform is shown on camera.
“Yes, while on patrol I got a call about an explosion near the abandoned factory-”
<span class="mu-s">*Click*</span>
“The new laws and regulation on magical artifacts and usage has seen a lot controversy- ”
<span class="mu-s">*Click*</span>
“Beauty, is a thing we all crave. So why not take it? With the new Mark IV facial plates, you can remove that ugly thing of the past, and become who you are truly meant to be.”
<span class="mu-s">*Click*</span>
“They can call me crazy, a loony, a fool, or whatever they want. But I’m telling you folks now! Those at the top want to harvest us for evil! Take our children and do deep secret blood rituals to become immor-
<span class="mu-s">*Click*</span>
The display is cut to black, then a sign fills the room. Your head turns to look out from the window.
Rain pours on a metropolitan landscape. Neon lights illuminate the clouds, with various blues, pinks, and reds reflecting off the dark weather. Far away from that, from the convenience of luxury, wealth of kings, and decadence of empires, lies the slums, back alleys, and industrial sectors that keep the dream going.
The streets are filled with decade-old car models on their last legs. Gangs of urchins, street workers, or homeless people can be heard coughing and milling about their day. Faces a mix of anger, gloom, or apathy. In the mix of it all, there is you.
On the second floor of a run-down apartment, you look upon the scene before muted footfalls of a person and a hand slams into the door, startling you out of your idle observation. A hoarse voice boomed through.
“Time to earn your pay, wake up!”
Reality hits you all at once, the soreness of your back, the stale air, and the biting cold of the room. The only furniture in sight is a ratty bed and a TV stand with a small flat-screen fished out of the garbage. It may not be much but it’s yours.
“I’m up! Just give a few to get dressed.”
“Hurry up! We gotta head out soon.”
<span class="mu-r">Connecting….</span>
<span class="mu-r">Connecting….</span>
<span class="mu-g">=================</span>
<span class="mu-g">Connection established!</span>
<span class="mu-g">=================</span>
The screen flashes on and a smooth practiced voice travels out.
“Good ~ Morning, Salcot! I’m your host, Mike, who is joined today by Deputy Sarah. Today at Half-lid News Network, we have a loaded headline to get through, so let’s go at it.”
“Today an official report of vigilantes taking shots at various criminal gangs infesting Darkrock has turned into an all-out war between the two with police getting involved at the scene! Why don’t you tell us more about that Deputy?”
A small woman in a police uniform is shown on camera.
“Yes, while on patrol I got a call about an explosion near the abandoned factory-”
<span class="mu-s">*Click*</span>
“The new laws and regulation on magical artifacts and usage has seen a lot controversy- ”
<span class="mu-s">*Click*</span>
“Beauty, is a thing we all crave. So why not take it? With the new Mark IV facial plates, you can remove that ugly thing of the past, and become who you are truly meant to be.”
<span class="mu-s">*Click*</span>
“They can call me crazy, a loony, a fool, or whatever they want. But I’m telling you folks now! Those at the top want to harvest us for evil! Take our children and do deep secret blood rituals to become immor-
<span class="mu-s">*Click*</span>
The display is cut to black, then a sign fills the room. Your head turns to look out from the window.
Rain pours on a metropolitan landscape. Neon lights illuminate the clouds, with various blues, pinks, and reds reflecting off the dark weather. Far away from that, from the convenience of luxury, wealth of kings, and decadence of empires, lies the slums, back alleys, and industrial sectors that keep the dream going.
The streets are filled with decade-old car models on their last legs. Gangs of urchins, street workers, or homeless people can be heard coughing and milling about their day. Faces a mix of anger, gloom, or apathy. In the mix of it all, there is you.
On the second floor of a run-down apartment, you look upon the scene before muted footfalls of a person and a hand slams into the door, startling you out of your idle observation. A hoarse voice boomed through.
“Time to earn your pay, wake up!”
Reality hits you all at once, the soreness of your back, the stale air, and the biting cold of the room. The only furniture in sight is a ratty bed and a TV stand with a small flat-screen fished out of the garbage. It may not be much but it’s yours.
“I’m up! Just give a few to get dressed.”
“Hurry up! We gotta head out soon.”
