Post by ' Toxic on Mar 16, 2012 12:03:49 GMT -5
[STYLE=width: 422px; font-family: arial narrow; background-color: 2f2f2f; border-bottom: 4px solid #fdfdfd; text-align: left; padding-left: 8px; font-size: 30px; color: f4f4f4;]✚ THE PLOT[/style][STYLE=width: 416px; padding: 7px; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; background-color: ededed; text-align: justify; border-bottom: 4px solid #fdfdfd; color: 2f2f2f;]Dear diary,
Everything's turn to rubbish. Our former leader was recently murdered. There's been much bloodshed lately, and I'm rather frightened. The new ruler manipulated the government. Our once peaceful city of Falikon has turned dreadfully grim. The leader declared a monarchy from our generation forward. A new form of government has been formed. The King only speaks to us ever so often now. Lately, it's just been by broadcast or newsletters. He has crowned himself King and taken up the role, as well as stepped up many randoms to take the place of what he calls 'Regals'. These Regals are just the former citizens of Falikon. Each person has been accounted for, and many have been killed. I am now an orphan. It is now evident to me that his plan was to let this generation of only the strongest survive. They killed my family. He did. I am the only one left and this is my token of ever my existence. ~
This entry was found recently in the rubble of what was once a calm, ordinary city. Falikon has become what no being has expected. In the present year, 2157, the city of buildings has been transformed to what looked to be medieval times. Everything was used. Cars were worked into weaponry and armor. Horseshoes were fashioned from old rubble in junkyards. The King has ordered all devices gone. No more cell phones, laptops, televisions, or anything that runs on electricity. The power lines were built underground, so of course they still lie. To the foreign eye, Falikon would appear a city quite like New York. But to the common resident, it is anything but. Grocery stores were torn down and made into scrap. Anything new was demolished, and the rest was made into old-fashioned ideas like 'Towne Meeting House' instead of the City Hall. The only ways of transportation is by horse or foot. Wagons were built for the wealthiest and most cooperative of residents. It seems the only way citizens made due was by the threat of severe punishment with refusal to orders by the King. Recently, the King has been allowing the most loyal of Regals to join his court. Recent additions have included Knights, Huntresses, and Messengers. Will you outlast?[/style][STYLE=background-color: 2f2f2f; width: 430px; color: 2f2f2f;] . [/style][STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 9px;]Made by MINNIE of BTN.[/style]
Everything's turn to rubbish. Our former leader was recently murdered. There's been much bloodshed lately, and I'm rather frightened. The new ruler manipulated the government. Our once peaceful city of Falikon has turned dreadfully grim. The leader declared a monarchy from our generation forward. A new form of government has been formed. The King only speaks to us ever so often now. Lately, it's just been by broadcast or newsletters. He has crowned himself King and taken up the role, as well as stepped up many randoms to take the place of what he calls 'Regals'. These Regals are just the former citizens of Falikon. Each person has been accounted for, and many have been killed. I am now an orphan. It is now evident to me that his plan was to let this generation of only the strongest survive. They killed my family. He did. I am the only one left and this is my token of ever my existence. ~
This entry was found recently in the rubble of what was once a calm, ordinary city. Falikon has become what no being has expected. In the present year, 2157, the city of buildings has been transformed to what looked to be medieval times. Everything was used. Cars were worked into weaponry and armor. Horseshoes were fashioned from old rubble in junkyards. The King has ordered all devices gone. No more cell phones, laptops, televisions, or anything that runs on electricity. The power lines were built underground, so of course they still lie. To the foreign eye, Falikon would appear a city quite like New York. But to the common resident, it is anything but. Grocery stores were torn down and made into scrap. Anything new was demolished, and the rest was made into old-fashioned ideas like 'Towne Meeting House' instead of the City Hall. The only ways of transportation is by horse or foot. Wagons were built for the wealthiest and most cooperative of residents. It seems the only way citizens made due was by the threat of severe punishment with refusal to orders by the King. Recently, the King has been allowing the most loyal of Regals to join his court. Recent additions have included Knights, Huntresses, and Messengers. Will you outlast?[/style][STYLE=background-color: 2f2f2f; width: 430px; color: 2f2f2f;] . [/style][STYLE=font-family: arial; font-size: 9px;]Made by MINNIE of BTN.[/style]