GentlyWeeping

Under the oppresively humid weather, the hero trudges along the main road of the fantasy land of Eropagnis. The road is packed with the daily commuters making their way from the suburban Ghettos of Nuhsiy to the city tat is D.B.C (damn bloody crappy place). The crowds move in silence, noone smiles or speaks, stoney faced, eyes blank. The Hero chuckles to himself, 'pathetic drones..' but doesn;t realise that he is but also but another chog in the evil machinery run by the lord Tsilatipac. The hero doesnlt know this yet, for his mind has been blinded by the evil spell of the high priest of Tsilatipac, Aidem.

In the distance a figure lurks under the shadows of the concrete watchtowers that line the main road.

The figure watches the hero making his journey, he wishes to make contact but is hesistant, in his current weakened state, he can not risk exposing himself. He turns around and disappears into the shadows, "another day perhaps... we shall meet...."

It past mid day and the hero now makes his journey back from the D.B.C, he is exhausted having to maintain the numbers of drones of the machinery. Feeding fuel to the drones was not an easy task, they had this propensity to explode without warning for no apparent reason. The Hero sighs, he hates the work but he yet again he wants to work.
The hero feels that there has to be something more to life but can;t quite put his finger on it. So he chooses to submerge this feeling and yearns daily to emerse himself in the distractions of the VT and the CP (electronic devices that entertain).
The hero is dreading the journey, however from the corner of his eye, someone catches his attention. the hero knows her, she is a sight for sore eyes, the hero feels lifted and happy. He approaches her to converse and it goes rather well, maybe there was something more to this existence.....