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La, La, La, La, La, La La La.... https://open.spotify.com/track/5y9ZvN7dBZKayclpwXZyAS?si=ffc5ecb6696e47e4

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Something in the pipelines comes to him, olden energy. He takes it and leaves, pockets it in himself but puts his hands in his trousers as an instinct, to show he was normal. That nothing about him was different. La, La, La, La, La, La, La, La And something from the Abyss in the shadows reesponds: La, La, La, La, La, La, La, La, La...

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The city was very beautiful at night. The way the stars shine out so bright. Even in the district, which is closer to the the sickness colony, it was still beautiful. Nargis looked on wondering how she was going to buy bread for the next day. She had lost her job thanks to a prank of a friend. Deep inside, she was thinking how her almost blind father, would curse not having a son. How her mother would sob and curse her Fates. It was not her fault, but she would still get blamed for it. Well, because her parents were poor; they had been robbed of their wealth by someone a long time ago. They said it was a person who worked closely with the Erdogan. Nargis was miserable at going home. Then she decided not to go home. The thirty-four year old woman decided to walk along the city walls and just camp the night there on a bench. In the morning, she wanted to go and beg for her job back. Maybe, even get a new job? The last job was a factory job where she was meant to help make dolls. Many people hunted and shot dolls. Especially, Babushka dolls, because this was a leisure in their imprisoned confinement in The City. Her family were the third generation in The City. She had heard from her Great Grandparents all her life. They died around last year. The City had developed some drugs when it had first been made to increase longevity of many humans. This drug was now less distributed when things got settled and because of the strange birthmarks that had started appearing on some of the children when they were born in the third generation. So, to make sure there were no genetic defects, they had stopped selling it in masses. However, this did not stop the demand for them. People made some 'knock offs' of the drug, Vespertine, and this variation was Nymphatemine. Nymphatemine had various effects but it could cause mass addictions. There were a lot of burnouts in the walls, who lived there homeless after losing everything to Nymphatemine. She had tried it once and rem

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embered seeing the world in sharper colours and running around. She did not easily develop a craving for it. Many people in the sickness colony, also dubbed The Leper colony (as Nymphatemine did cause cause some form of leprosy), had this issue. They were not The Infected of the outside world, though they were sick with other things. There had been some people thrown outside in the days of mass cullings. When Nymphatemine related diseases were not common. Thinking The Infection was breaking out they threw some of the people in the fringes of the city walls. In the No Man's Land of the Perimeters before the more solid gates that led outside. There was dense woodlands and jungle there and no one ever came back. It was believed they were Infected or showed signs and died without proper nutrition. When the diseases were traced back to Nymphatemine and realising its adverse effects, they knew they had to make the Leper colony. When people got cured; when they could come out of quarantine (many did if not most), they were reintegrated back to society after a series of tests. So, there was nothing wrong in staying in the Leper Colony for some months or years, as her father reasoned. At the cracked stairs, of these ill-maintained and almost forgotten steps of the city walls, Nargis climbed up. As she reached the up, she knew she was in the Southern tower. One one side was the city and the other side was The Fringes, which was the last boundary between the City and the Jungle and the main gates. There was a path that led to the larger gates and some soldiers were always perched there to keep The Infected out. It also went parallel so no one needed to ever enter the jungle unless needed. Maintenance workers found some human remains there when they fixed perimeter wall lining. Concluding it were the dead exiles of long ago. The Jungle did have wild animals too. It had Blue Lions and the Black and Yellow spotted Jaguar and the Red Mountain Lion.

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There was also the Sabertooth Lynx and the Hyena-Jackals, genetically engineered creatures, to be worried about as they were territorial. There were some strange lizards as well. Well, it seemed they were feathered dinosaurs; a few raptors. They did not seem interested in the human city and seem to come and leave from their own paths into the city. The Infected had not come so people did not really investigate. As Nargis went near a bench, she saw a pink eyed woman, almost an albino, with white hair, look at her. She was clearly a Nymphatemine addict as it did cause albinism in some people. She did not know what to say, "That weed?" The woman nodded, "Mind if I have some?" Nargis noticed she was calm and not talking to herself or being angry and the lady did give her a joint and they smoked together. She seemed more coherent. They sat down together looking at the moon and stars. Thinking the answers to their problems were seeded between the oscillating 'ribs' of the cosmos. @King Spuid the Hooman

Despite having guard duty that Day, a typical duty of one of the marked, Gordan was off in the bowels of his research studying the strange pills Nymphatemine. Despite knowing what they were doing, he couldn't figure out How they altered someone's DNA so much to cause these strange markings to appear on the newborns.. Including himself. He sat back in his chair when he finally noticed he was late for his posting, "God fuck," Gordan snapped, pushing his glasses up on his face before hopping up and grabbing his journal and his talent weapon. IT was found soon after these Marked children grew they weren't just marked, the mark had altered them in some way. Each child was gifted in one specific way of Killing the infection. Gordan was Gifted with guns, for whatever reason whatever gun he held he could make ammunition for it just Materialize for him. It was a handy skill, but he honestly disliked the violence. He would rather be researching how these things worked, trying to find a cure, or something to help stop this infection. It didn't take long for him to arrive at his post, his pistol hanging from his hip almost as a warning to those who saw him. Gordan was climbing the last wave of ladders, a Serious design flaw if you asked him. Why couldn't they have a god damn elevator? probably too much power on this weak and ancient power grid. Not much He could do but complain to the council. The air smelled of weed and he groaned, Gordan hated confrontation, and he could smell the stink of weed. As one of his duties he was to make sure no-one was doing anything illicit. And Due to the situation Regarding Nymphatemine, a lot of once legal drugs were now deemed 'unsafe'. Gordon cleared his throat before stepping in to view, he put on his best stoic face and rounded the corner. "Excuse me you are going to have to throw that over, Thanks to the nymphatemine panic any drug that alters your state of mind is now banned."

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Nargis had been happily smoking her joint. The world was much better high. She also realised the Albino had put some other stuff in the weed like fairy wings, which were some really nice mushrooms. For a lot of people, weed was a good killer, slow yet potent, of Nymphatemine addiction. Many people gawked at it, but it was true. The medicinal properties of nice gummies and super blends of Ganja could surely clean out the body in some months or a year or two, depending on rate of addiction. Though she knew some politicians were eager to ban even these few drugs. There were some, well, they were called the puritanical order, though they did not seem to be very Christian or adoptive of any sort of religious motifs related to Catholicism and Christianity. They just seemed to be very conservative about drug, alcohol and sexual uses. They were the ones who believed in 'closed-off' vices. Meaning sex, drinking, drugs, were better forgone or done in special places like the 'home' or designated spots. For them, a hotel may not even be a designated spot but could be a tavern for special body uses. They wore tattoos that were called 'Teardrops of Purity' and tried to coerce changes. Nargis had been feeling good and calm. She had been ruminating possibilities. Only, she saw the albino woman, with her pink eyes, get large and slowly start walking away so fast, as if she was almost running. It took a while, she had been tired, wanting to rest, she whipped around to this man. The man wore glasses, had a soft beard, brown hair and green or hazel eyes. He was telling her to stop the weed and well, throw it over. Nargis sharply looked at him: "Maybe in some of the wealthier neighbourhoods, but it still in a grey area here. I know my rights, now please leave me alone." Nargis looked away from him, her wavy hair caught in the breeze, a darker shade of brown than his, and her eyes as dark and mysterious as the night. She just wanted to smoke in peace. <@30117067

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