The town I know today is not the one from yesterday.

I live in a small town divided. Our skies are overcast, the water is polluted; there is little food. We don't know the cause or reasoning behind his sudden change. All we do know is that it happened just after he hired that new employee to work for him. Not long after, the galactic greenhouse orbiting above us turned toxic, no longer sustaining the alien life that lived there; this year's crop failed, and once fertile fields suddenly stopped nurturing seeds.

Desperation hit.

Neighbors and friends soon turned on one another, resorting to violence to ensure their own survival; our once happy town split into two factions. The rich folks of Uptown now control the Lake and Seaside, while the Bohemians cling to the Theatre District and Town Square. It's a fight for control of the Docks at the moment: whoever succeeds gets to intercept foreign ships carrying much needed imports and supplies. Being caught in one of the Uptown controlled areas results in being interned in an abandoned museum across town. We don't know what becomes of those who are jailed. Uptown also controls the Police Force, and has equipped them with some deadly new weaponry.

There is a glimmer of hope though: rumors have been fast spreading of a group of rebels taking residence in the Jiggoseum, planning to seize the Docks and push back Uptown forces.

And yet, I still wonder what has become of the one who once protected us, why he has let his world perish and fall around him.

Something tells me that I will find out soon…