Probably George
Honorary Truckfighters member
6:22 in the morning; red sun piercing the blue horizon, with its rise comes the people of Slaughter's End. Business rose as the sun did. Fishermen diligently spearing fish revealed by the daylight, Kibbeh makers getting their oil boiling, potters heat up their kilns, most people get straight to work. The streets quickly come to life. Even for those with the day off, they were forced awake by the rest of society collectively waking up around them. It's extremely difficult to sleep in, unless you have severe hearing problems.
Greetings are a rarity, more likely to receive unsolicited offers from persistent salesmen chasing down anyone with any resemblance of wealth. Men stirring hot-pots yell at you to get some while the meat is still fresh. Another suggest you get some "real clothing" and just so happen to know the right place. If you do get a proper greeting, it'll likely lead you into some sketchy shop in an alley.
The capital, surrounded by the chaos, joins the ensemble as monolithic structures slowly come to life and get production going. Slaughter's End had become the pioneer city for industrialized architecture, thusly the capital was just as loud as its surrounding markets. Though the streets more organized and less crowded. The only salesmen on the streets here sold precious commodities like pure silk garments, spiny-whale skin shawls, pearl veils, and much more. Everything else was done indoors.
In a thin layer between the common commerce and the capital is the public housing for those unable to afford a home in the capital or outskirts, not even their own room in the markets. The buildings would be nicer than the markets, if they were kept in good condition. Most are vandalized and often derelict, only inhabited by the lower class. About 1/3 of the population reside in this small area of land. It's also the hiding grounds for much of the city's crime syndicates.
There's a stir amongst the people and a general sense of anxiety from rumors of a group of domestic terrorists Anchors called "Parallel." After the devastating events in Grohj and Two Feather's Gaze, many people in the surrounding cities began to fear if their home city would be the next target. Some folk have gotten scared to the point they regularly protest outside the Bureau for Internal Affairs and city court, demanding all known and future Anchors be executed. Though due to the unknown nature of Anchors, officials for Slaughter's End have decided to keep them as the disposable first line of defense against such attacks. And thanks to the enigma engine's officials have given to Exterminators, they're always on call.
Through the graininess and fuzz of an enigma engine, a message is sent out to the members of Heliopause "Exterminator, this is Chief Exterminations Officer Milnuras. The time is 0645. I expect you to arrive at the Internal Affairs office by 1000 for your first assignment. Failure to arrive will result in severe repercussions. Prepare to be on the field."
Greetings are a rarity, more likely to receive unsolicited offers from persistent salesmen chasing down anyone with any resemblance of wealth. Men stirring hot-pots yell at you to get some while the meat is still fresh. Another suggest you get some "real clothing" and just so happen to know the right place. If you do get a proper greeting, it'll likely lead you into some sketchy shop in an alley.
The capital, surrounded by the chaos, joins the ensemble as monolithic structures slowly come to life and get production going. Slaughter's End had become the pioneer city for industrialized architecture, thusly the capital was just as loud as its surrounding markets. Though the streets more organized and less crowded. The only salesmen on the streets here sold precious commodities like pure silk garments, spiny-whale skin shawls, pearl veils, and much more. Everything else was done indoors.
In a thin layer between the common commerce and the capital is the public housing for those unable to afford a home in the capital or outskirts, not even their own room in the markets. The buildings would be nicer than the markets, if they were kept in good condition. Most are vandalized and often derelict, only inhabited by the lower class. About 1/3 of the population reside in this small area of land. It's also the hiding grounds for much of the city's crime syndicates.
There's a stir amongst the people and a general sense of anxiety from rumors of a group of domestic terrorists Anchors called "Parallel." After the devastating events in Grohj and Two Feather's Gaze, many people in the surrounding cities began to fear if their home city would be the next target. Some folk have gotten scared to the point they regularly protest outside the Bureau for Internal Affairs and city court, demanding all known and future Anchors be executed. Though due to the unknown nature of Anchors, officials for Slaughter's End have decided to keep them as the disposable first line of defense against such attacks. And thanks to the enigma engine's officials have given to Exterminators, they're always on call.
Through the graininess and fuzz of an enigma engine, a message is sent out to the members of Heliopause "Exterminator, this is Chief Exterminations Officer Milnuras. The time is 0645. I expect you to arrive at the Internal Affairs office by 1000 for your first assignment. Failure to arrive will result in severe repercussions. Prepare to be on the field."
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