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[Academy RP] A day in the life of Joseph Schultz

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OOC @Fenarr: You paint quite a visual and bleak image of life in your nation. It gives off a totalitarian vibe. Ankle monitors. Everyone has a gun.

Some angles to explore:

  1. Why does everyone wear a tracker? Why all the guns? What kind of event(s) led to this?
  2. What is life like for the ruling elite? You mention the high government and national assembly. What is life like for them?
  3. What are the chances of people rising up? Is there an underground movement working for the liberation of your people? That'd be interesting to learn more about. 
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Part Two

The train broke the surface and started towards the city of Cabalrosk, Fenar, one of several “cities” around Fenar. It’s massive sprawl contains few dwellings that are reserved for higher level citizens who aren’t at the highest level of government but still hold a managing position within the government. The train approached the entrance to the subway tunnels that run under the city, and, for a few seconds, sunlight pierced the air and reached the citizens below. They passed the grand mansions of the rich and powerful, eight families controlled industry in Fenar, and even though the official tax rate is at almost seventy percent, these families get tax breaks from the government. Joseph looked at the giant, multiple-dozen-room houses and the large pools, the models that were swimming this morning, and the family members drinking scotch and campaigne near the pool. He hasn’t tasted alcohol like that in months, having to settle for the consumption of beer.

 

Then it all disappeared, as reality came back into view as the train went under the streets of the city, and approached the first station. There were thirty stops, and due to the noise restrictions in the city even the subway has to move at a snail’s pace. He had to be at work in an hour. He wanted some decent food on the surface. None of that will probably be possible this morning, as like every morning. There was a train that ran earlier than the one he is supposed to get on, and he knows some in the complex that get on it, but it was mainly used to shuttle military and security service personnel between posts. You had to pay a special fee, ethier in some good, or food that was foreign to the men living in the bunkers underground.

 

It was spring, and the light, crisp air could be felt in the train. It stopped at the first few stations without much delay or issue, then Joseph waited for the train to stop again, his stop. A few seconds later he stepped off onto the platform, and started to walk up the stairs to the surface. He had about ten minutes, there was a cafe that served actual food on a street corner across from the Carroll Building in which he worked. He knew of coworkers using their food ration cards for it, but it was a steep hike. They also used their Fenarrian Markensine, the national currency, to pay for it, though with how limited actual cash income is, they never saw much in the way of any reasonable spending money.

 

He walked down the street, and looked lazily down alleys as he passed, not really searching for anything, but usually there was something interesting in the city in the mornings. He saw a door swing open, and three Officers of the National Guard, basically the government's secret police, throw out a man into the street. Little baggies of some type of powder fell out of his pockets, though it was unclear if he was a dealer or a user. They were merciless, one of the officers drawing their pistol and finishing him off in one single clean shot from the weapon. They then entered the house, and as Joseph watched from a reflection in a shop window, shot three more people pulled outside of the room or apartment through that door.

 

He shook his head, put his hands in his pockets, and looked out at the landscape around him while he continued his walk to his work. It was bleak, the ground only showed dark shades of green, and the grass never really grew. Heavily manicured and bright colored lawn dotted the mansions, but otherwise the only green was seen in dim grass or trees. All a product of the many years of civil war in the 20’s and 30’s. The ground was scorched by the usage of chemical weapons by both sides, with neither side really winning. The rebels, who were fighting the government due to a tax increase, were annihilated or ran for the mountains to start a resistance. The government was badly wounded, and rebuilt into a state that cared about security above all else, including defense from chemical attacks. That is why they lived underground, they were taught.

 

He finally reached his building, and turned inside, heading for a day of mundane work again.

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