Sunday, March 14, 2010

BOOOM.

TODAY I was with Mugsly, just walking through the slums of the city in my head! It doesn't have a name--see, what it is is a HUUUUUUUUUUUGEEEEE shanty town, or favela if you will. Whatever you'd like to call it, look it up! Old discolored shack-buildings made from scrap metals and scrap wood and scrap copper--all that jazz--in which those people with the black wings infest. Old wires and pipes line the outsides of the establishments, hanging from ceilings and rooftops... just hanging every-which way, the streets and alley ways etc. Old machines, robots, and cyborgs also dwell polluting the streets with steam while living among the "people" and the crime. Imagine... the streets are all up and down; there are some ways leading below the bustle to the underground where there are more buildings underneath buildings, more shops, more alleyways, more lights (think early 1920s or 30s kind of buzzing lights and such), more wires, more people, more cramped, and of course more robots. Bars and black markets are underground while further you head on down the darker, hazier, and I guess claustrophobic it becomes. The living is sparse until you reach a point where the area of investigation is just utter darkness. I mean... you can explore if you want to, but the darkness wont allow you to discover anything because you'll basically be torn apart without hopes of rescue. It is what everyone fears here; that's why no body wants to be alone, and that's why everyone avoids anything remotely dark. That is why the white wings and the browns wings up above shun the black wings, and left them down here! On land. So yes. That's the slum part of my city--so big and so corrupt it spans far across the massive, hilly chunk of land surrounded by water. Eh, basically its and island equip with beaches 'n palm trees along its naked coastlines.

OKAY. -deep breath- Through the center of that giant slum on the island is basically like... and open Bazaar. And IN THE CENTER of that large, open Bazaar is a beam of light that shoots down within a large machine that uses the light to power the slums! So the beam of light shoots up and up and up--so high through the seemingly perpetual overcast until it is consumed by another massive island overhead. That portion of the city is a whole 'nother story.

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