A modern day tale of excess, greed, and wealth destruction.
Once upon a time, on a small island things were going incredibly wrong. It's citizens had begun to raid deserted or unprotected resources. You see, what lie within these resources was treasure, and it could be "openly" collected and sold.
While the islands' citizens had waited for someone, anyone to come to their rescue, when help did not come. They started to live outside of the system that ruled the island.
What they didn't realize when they started this desertion, was that, there just wasn't enough to go around on the outside of the system. Enough what, you might ask. Anything, everything, from those who languished in poverty outside of the system, to those most well off by the system. they all wanted the same thing, more.
Over time, the island began to run short of anything, everything. That's what lead those that languished outside of the system to start their raids. At first, their raids yielded the low bearing fruit of any unguarded carcass. The scavengers are always the first to discover a new carcass, but eventually the alpha hunter
catches the scent and moves in to devour the unfortunate prey.
As more citizens decided to live outside of the system, more citizens decided to leave the island. Slowly at first, but then with increasingly more frequency, the shortages on the island led citizens to leave the island for the promise of more, somewhere else.
As these forces ravaged the islands’s economy, the system could not keep up with the demand for more. The rate of the raids on abandoned businesses and houses increased as the island’s production weakened.
|Once a thriving business, now merely a shell.|
|Less than a shell, |
simply what couldn't be carried away
|From one night to the next, |
the scavengers pick at the carcass
|Ye Olde Salvage Yard|
|Loads come in, bigger loads go out.|
|The Alphas make another delivery|
|And collect another bag of gold|
But unlike mythology, this island wasn’t recreating itself. More like killing itself. If anything, the island was slowly choking on it’s excess consumption, by stuffing itself, there was nothing else left to survive on. In choking to death, the island would die, and it’s citizens would be left to build the system a new. No matter, how long that might take.
Notice: All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. All places appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real places, past or present, is purely coincidental.
Publicado por Blogger en DONDEQUIERA el 8/26/2014 11:41:00 a. m.