by storyteller » Sun Mar 29, 2015 6:10 am
Welcome to today's story, traveler! This story depicts how a dark cloud of betrayal descends upon a village. Are you ready? Let us begin.
Once upon a time there was a town. For fictional purposes, let's call this town Godtuwn. The once robust village stood leaderless, succumbing to the whims of change that blew regularly throughout its number. A body without a head is no more than a chaotic assortment of flailing limbs, and it surprises none that death soon followed.
The real story begins when one of the town members met a fair maiden. For fictional purposes, let's call the town mate Yasso. As befits his personality, he abandoned the town to spend some good time with his mistress, all the while still claiming he was a part of Godtuwn and its inner workings. He would frequently beg for items and gear, unwilling to purchase or make them for himself, so used to being waited on by his new companion. Although several citizens of Godtuwns resented this, the lack of leadership led to nothing being done about the parasite that was feeding off the hard labor of what few active members remained.
Another member of Godtuwn, named Simon in order to retain the fictional integrity of this story, was a kind and gentle soul. He often gave all he had to make sure his friends did not go without. While taking a small break, Simon allowed a friend outside of town to manage his stall using his information (and who could blame him, with such mismanagement occuring in Godtuwn?). This friend, trustworthy as could be, did so and did not violate the role at all. However, it was not long before the members of Godtuwn found out that someone was piloting Simon's town member that was not Simon! This upset them, but weeks went by before this was given as the reason for Simon's inevitable death.
And so Simon grew more and more distant from Godtuwn, consideirng joining another town even if for no other reason than to leave the mess his home had become. Simon could not keep his feelings about Yasso quiet and so expressed them to well-respected friends. One of these told Yasso and the butt-hurt did produce a mighty flame, so much so that it caught on to other town members. These we will call Bologna_man and Dallane, for fictional purposes.
When Simon came online, finally having had enough, to give his stall to the town, he was told to pack his things and leave. And he did so. But with a blistering bottom, Yasso followed him out of the town to where Simon intended to log out. Yasso engaged Simon in combat. Then Bologna_man joined in. Then Dallane.
And so each of the three continued to harass Simon, knocking him out just to return to his leanto and chase him again. This repeated many times until finally, Yasso brought out his murder character. “What are you doing?” Procne asked, unable or unwilling to comprehend such a stupid, vile act. Procne inserted himself between Yasso's first killing blow and Simon's unconscious body.
“Killing the scum.” was his response.
Simon never again awoke, having been killed without real cause for having spoken his mind. Simon was stopped from logging out on the paved heart south of town, his last goal. Simon would never again feel the fresh Providence air on his face or see the reflected sky in the shallow waters of the lake nearby. Yasso stole that from him. And not a single one of the onlooking town members did anything to stop him but Procne. Not Hassekebab. Not Tim. Not Dallane. Not Bologna_man. And to this day, they still count Yasso a member of their group.
How shameful.
As with all stories, there are still many unanswered questions. Why did Procne try to protect Simon? Will this action cause a rift in the Tuwn of Gods? Will Simon somehow get revenge? Perhaps these questions will have answers next time. Until then, be safe traveler.