This world is not so different from your own, with a few exceptions of course. Everything here is a little bit off. Buildings seem taller, alleys a little bit darker, and the people….well you’ll just have to meet them for yourself.
Times are tough for the people living in Raven Home. The city has seen a major economic collapse. Unemployment is almost 30%, 1 out of every 100 people are homless or about to be, and a recent pattern of freak storms has caused severe damage to the city’s infrastructure. The city it would seem is on it’s death bed and whenever something starts to die, scavangers gather to pick the bones.
To live here is to accept that any day, any moment, could be your last. People kill each other for food, greed, envy, or hell, just for fun. Where are the cops you ask? Sureley they must keep some order? Ha, good luck with that. The cops are just as likely to shoot you in the back and take your wallet as that thug on the corner is. I told you already, no one cares here. Well, almost no one.
You see there is a group, a society if you will. No one knows who they are or why they do what they do. I guess you could say they’re the candle in the darkness, a light for the rest of us to follow. The Cops call them thugs, vigilanties, gangs, and whatever other word they can think of at the moment. I don’t know myself, couldn’t care less anyway. All I know is I keep seeing their flyers around the city, preaching some bull shit about ‘opening our eyes’ to the world. Hell if I know what they’re talking about.
Well, that’s about it. These toilets won’t clean themselves so if you don’t mind, piss off. Haha, that was a good one, ‘piss’ off.