Post by Light on Sept 1, 2014 17:20:30 GMT -5
Echo only; PS I suggest this song <3 Lieder by Adel Tawil.
One word to describe the world as it was now is crowded. Everywhere a person looked, there were twenty more people other than themselves. Buildings towered above mountains; and forests were few and precious--protected in preserves by laws and threats of death if one was to so much as breathe on one. And, because there were so many people, the Worlds governments came together for the first time in several years. At this meeting, they came to an agreement. The population needed to be reduced... ASAP. The seniority there decided that the problem came with the current younger generation. Due to a resource boom ten years ago that lasted a short while, the population suffered a large increase.
So, they came up with The Game. It was forced upon many of the countries younger population from the ages of fifteen to ten to partake in it. Some, with lesser numbers of people, didn't force, but still advertised the game, but didn't tell the public of their intentions. They did say though, that the children whom were entering were supporting their nation, and that the nation who won The Game would be rewarded. When thousands of children began filing into the designated hot stops to sign up for the game, they were connected to a system that enabled their conscious mind to be inserted into the game where they played. Their body, left in the real world, was placed under a hospitals care to enable it to last as long as it should to complete the game.
A lot of these children were street rats, looking to better themselves and get out of the dangerous streets. One particular child was holding one of the brightly colored posters advertising the event, their eyes keenly scanning the page. Children like this one were common in the gray and smokey streets of the United States. They worked, using each minute to earn as many pennies as they could. Her head was cleanly shaved to ensure whoever hired her that lice wouldn't be an issue, and the thin cloth that hung limply from her shoulders looked to big to be a shirt, but too plain to be a dress. Her name was Bell; a deaf girl who relied on hand signs and writing to get through her day and communicate with people.
Bell, who was returning to the slick and muddy alley way from work, dodged a stack of boxes as she walked to the make shift tent that was her, and her brothers home. Opening her mouth, the green eyed girl croaks softly, "Broth-er," she calls, hoping that he was here.
One word to describe the world as it was now is crowded. Everywhere a person looked, there were twenty more people other than themselves. Buildings towered above mountains; and forests were few and precious--protected in preserves by laws and threats of death if one was to so much as breathe on one. And, because there were so many people, the Worlds governments came together for the first time in several years. At this meeting, they came to an agreement. The population needed to be reduced... ASAP. The seniority there decided that the problem came with the current younger generation. Due to a resource boom ten years ago that lasted a short while, the population suffered a large increase.
So, they came up with The Game. It was forced upon many of the countries younger population from the ages of fifteen to ten to partake in it. Some, with lesser numbers of people, didn't force, but still advertised the game, but didn't tell the public of their intentions. They did say though, that the children whom were entering were supporting their nation, and that the nation who won The Game would be rewarded. When thousands of children began filing into the designated hot stops to sign up for the game, they were connected to a system that enabled their conscious mind to be inserted into the game where they played. Their body, left in the real world, was placed under a hospitals care to enable it to last as long as it should to complete the game.
A lot of these children were street rats, looking to better themselves and get out of the dangerous streets. One particular child was holding one of the brightly colored posters advertising the event, their eyes keenly scanning the page. Children like this one were common in the gray and smokey streets of the United States. They worked, using each minute to earn as many pennies as they could. Her head was cleanly shaved to ensure whoever hired her that lice wouldn't be an issue, and the thin cloth that hung limply from her shoulders looked to big to be a shirt, but too plain to be a dress. Her name was Bell; a deaf girl who relied on hand signs and writing to get through her day and communicate with people.
Bell, who was returning to the slick and muddy alley way from work, dodged a stack of boxes as she walked to the make shift tent that was her, and her brothers home. Opening her mouth, the green eyed girl croaks softly, "Broth-er," she calls, hoping that he was here.
