Bastet
Little Changeling
The largest war in history ravaged our world some fourty years ago. It spanned twenty years of violence and bloodshed and drastically reduced the world's population. Those surviving were harrowed by their experience and reformed society in order to avoid a repeat of the devastating event. Instead, they have been sending their criminals to a new society, whether petty thievery or mass murder it did not matter. You were sent here, to the largest walled prison the world has ever known. Placed in the middle of an expansive desert of the former middle-east, partially domed walls rose high into the air unclimbable and smooth. Nestled within their automated weapons and crawling Nightwatch, the new society rested.
The prison known as Tartarus did not turn out as Australia did and never began to reform into a civilized society. Instead, its factions divided themselves into strength and usefulness and subjugation ran supreme. The six factions were divided like ripples by self-enforced walls and checkpoints from the Structure. We all started here, wearing a jumpsuit the color of our crime. We were clean-shaven, groomed, and had nothing in our possession as we made the walk through a long and unlighted tunnel until our movements inside brought a large door open. We emerged into the concrete Structure, kept dustless and pristine. Potted plants produced fragrant fruits and a man and woman always stood there to receive you as the siren to announce your coming faded to nothingness. We were fitted with our first garments, given a flask of the warm water that kept us alive the first days here, and we were brought out into our new home for the first time. It was like a celebration to welcome you, the first day. Drinks and drunken brawls. Some came from the top to scout you, see if you were worth the time of their leaders. You had nothing still, of course, but here you had to earn your way to the top.
At night, stay indoors. Lock yourself down. Once the sun goes down, no voice, no scream, no plea can be trusted for the night belongs to the Nightwatch. The ones who put us in here created them. horrendous creatures that scarcely resemble humans, they are powerful. They guard the walls and they roam our streets at night. No one knows where they come from, but maybe you are one of the Deathguard. They are us, skilled and trained to kill the Nightwatch. We employ them to protect our important members, pay them to clear Nightwatch from the inner cities, and treat them well so none of our own are taken. We all fear and respect them greatly. Perhaps you have what it takes to become one of them.
Welcome, prisoner.
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