ONE: THE EMPIRE

The rain hammered down from a slate grey abyss, pummeling the streets and back alleys of the same colourless heugh as the sky above. Dancing litter, gnarled from the uncaring shoes of passers by twisted and spun in a maelstrom of sludgy plastic waste;
this seemed to be the biggest and only product of modern human kind at the moment, which everybody did a whole lot of complaining, whining and ranting about to the council. Only when they realised that it was they who dropped the litter, not the council, did they understand why the arguement didn't have a leg to stand on, let alone two.

Headlights, cold and blinding as interrogation lamps, threw clinically clean splashes of light down the gullets of back streets, the sulking convenience stores drinking it in like elixer. Long since locked up for the night, they bask in the dull second hand glow of an array of lamps.

Although uncommon in this part of the slumbering city, death at the hands of some poor desperate gutter rat was still plausible, and the cashier employees knew it. Walls of stern and weathered metal grating barred any intruders way in, serving only as a truly false sense of security--whatever that meant to anybody anymore.

This damned place of restless unease, this rabbits warren of distrust and caution, was of course...

Foxmoor

Abandoned by hope of better days, riddled with poison minded people and everyone with their own dark and daring...