Post by Ceron on Oct 13, 2008 17:01:01 GMT -5
PROLOGUE
A tattered black book with silver lining sits in the middle of a cobblestone street. Rain pours relentlessly throughout the city, drenching the leather bound book with each passing moment. A young man walking through the rain sees this particular book. Walking beneath an umbrella, he picks up the book:
The young man looks over the book, itself having no detail on whoever wrote it or where it came from other than the initials of the author. The young man looks up and down the street for any sign of the book’s owner, before giving in to his growing curiosity. Holding the black umbrella, white compared to the darkness of the book in the other hand, he fingers the silvery lettering along the front and spine of the book. Beginning homewards, he opens the book and begins to read.
“My name is James Perry.
As you will soon see.
Crime and Trickery
Is very hard to see
Everywhere it happens
Yet no one pays attention
To the subtle bump of a knife
Or the hand of a thief
Soon very soon,
You will be like me
Start as a buffoon
And end as a thief.”
One sunny, clear morning, in the Kingdom of Regetni, in Fiefdom #16, County #106, Town #4324, Orphanage #68313, a baby boy sat in a cradle at aforementioned orphanage’s doorstep. The orphanage was a small sort of place, but with enough room for the orphans of Town #4324. Made of brick and sponsored by the Church of Orez, the nuns were strict and the meals were calculated to have the most nutritional value while still being in small amounts. Which of course, made them awful.
The boy, whose hair was black as coal, and skin white as a ghost, giggled at the nun of Orez who picked him up at the door. The nun smiled happily at the baby’s joy of the unknown, and his naivety to what lay inside. As the nun carried the baby inside, the baby looked around. A classroom was on the left; students of various ages scrawled numbers and various forms of mathematics, depending on age. Down the right corridor, through which nun and baby entered, held the dormitories of Orphanage #68313. The corridor itself was symmetrical; a room was opposite of every room, and one door entered the corridor at one end, the other exited at the other end. The corridor also had the rooms aligned in the increasing age of their occupants, small children at the far end, older children closer to the corridor.
The nun carried the boy into the room at the far end, which was of course, the nursery. Setting the baby down (who had fallen asleep at this point) the nun returned to her duties and left the stark white room, which would be, as far as the baby knew, his world for the next 796* days.
*The monks of Orez calculated this number, being the number of average days an infant must have experienced in order to start learning their numbers.
((Been working on this for a few days, and I swear the first chapter will be good. Not much to write about when you're describing a society based on numbers.))
A tattered black book with silver lining sits in the middle of a cobblestone street. Rain pours relentlessly throughout the city, drenching the leather bound book with each passing moment. A young man walking through the rain sees this particular book. Walking beneath an umbrella, he picks up the book:
How to Get Away With (And Commit) Crime and Other Forms of Trickery
By: JP
By: JP
The young man looks over the book, itself having no detail on whoever wrote it or where it came from other than the initials of the author. The young man looks up and down the street for any sign of the book’s owner, before giving in to his growing curiosity. Holding the black umbrella, white compared to the darkness of the book in the other hand, he fingers the silvery lettering along the front and spine of the book. Beginning homewards, he opens the book and begins to read.
“My name is James Perry.
As you will soon see.
Crime and Trickery
Is very hard to see
Everywhere it happens
Yet no one pays attention
To the subtle bump of a knife
Or the hand of a thief
Soon very soon,
You will be like me
Start as a buffoon
And end as a thief.”
One sunny, clear morning, in the Kingdom of Regetni, in Fiefdom #16, County #106, Town #4324, Orphanage #68313, a baby boy sat in a cradle at aforementioned orphanage’s doorstep. The orphanage was a small sort of place, but with enough room for the orphans of Town #4324. Made of brick and sponsored by the Church of Orez, the nuns were strict and the meals were calculated to have the most nutritional value while still being in small amounts. Which of course, made them awful.
The boy, whose hair was black as coal, and skin white as a ghost, giggled at the nun of Orez who picked him up at the door. The nun smiled happily at the baby’s joy of the unknown, and his naivety to what lay inside. As the nun carried the baby inside, the baby looked around. A classroom was on the left; students of various ages scrawled numbers and various forms of mathematics, depending on age. Down the right corridor, through which nun and baby entered, held the dormitories of Orphanage #68313. The corridor itself was symmetrical; a room was opposite of every room, and one door entered the corridor at one end, the other exited at the other end. The corridor also had the rooms aligned in the increasing age of their occupants, small children at the far end, older children closer to the corridor.
The nun carried the boy into the room at the far end, which was of course, the nursery. Setting the baby down (who had fallen asleep at this point) the nun returned to her duties and left the stark white room, which would be, as far as the baby knew, his world for the next 796* days.
*The monks of Orez calculated this number, being the number of average days an infant must have experienced in order to start learning their numbers.
((Been working on this for a few days, and I swear the first chapter will be good. Not much to write about when you're describing a society based on numbers.))
I saw that 'Orez' is 'Zero' backwards... I'm assuming it's connected to the whole numbers thing. I dunno, just making a random observation. Can't wait to read moar! ))
