Copyright © 2014 by Yza-Dora
In the year 2025 of a futuristic steampunk era, a darkness looms over the Great City like a thick blanket; dark and dismal. Within five years of our residency, changes drastically occurred.
Tanks and military personnel roamed the streets, establishing the new laws that all must adhere to. Following closely behind and instilling fear into the people, were creatures of great deformity; origins unknown.
Destruction of the Great City’s Victorian architecture slowly transformed into grotesque structures completely unrecognizable. Pipes and wheels were distorted in clusters, appearing to devour the tall tower.
Parliament was overthrown by a barbaric Necromancer; declaring himself the new Lord of London. Proclaiming martial law and abolishing magical practices, herds of people evacuated the city, escaping the chaos and destruction. Citizens cautiously maneuvered through alleys and side streets, avoiding detection by the Lord’s ominous militia. Attempts were thwarted for some as they were spotted; killed or captured upon sight.
The ones fortunate enough to escape with minor-to-moderate injuries, made their swift advance toward the train station hoping to flee.