The Prize of Dysprosium

Dictionary

Ars imperatoria

noun

1. Latin translation of Strategy.

"Ars imperatoria is important in war."

2. A nationally celebrated push and pull game which is competed between two players, each with five different kinds of pieces, sixteen pieces in total: One monarch, two frustums, three protectors, four followers and six peasants. It works much like chess where each player alternates between making a move, and each figure have different abilities on the board. The contestants have to use a certain amount of their moves to take care of their peasants who require food and water. One can win in two different ways: Either kill all the protectors to get to the monarch and slay them, or pose such a threat one forces the monarch to neglect his or her peasants, thereby making the peasants betray the monarch.

"Did you catch the Ars imperatoria game last night?"

Hooder

noun

1. The top sheaf of a shock of grain; hence, a finishing touch.

"Just putting the hood on the cake."

2. Nickname for the people at the bottom of the food chain. The individuals who sell their organs and bodies on the street for drugs or food.

"I don't like all of those hooders lying around."

Smartie

noun

1. Condescending slang for intelligent people with high statuses in society such as professors, mathematicians and scientists.

"She's a regular smartie, I'm sure she'll get the grant."

Wrutting (to wrut)

verb

1. The act of pressing something out of one's ass.

"You seem constipated. Are you wrutting alright?"

Quote

noun

1. Repeat or copy out (words from a text or speech written or spoken by another person).
"A little rebellion now and then is a good thing and as necessary in the political world as storms in the physical." - quote by Thomas Jefferson

Chapter I: Prostitute

I am Noah Canner, also nicknamed Piece – the source of that despicable series hosted by Mafalda Kase: 'Secrets of Our Leaders'. The show only aired for a few episodes, but as you probably remember, it was the foundation for the uproars in the streets, for the massive amount of people dying. The truth is, those secrets weren't even half of it. There is much more intrigue than you can possibly imagine.

Yeah, I know, right? I wouldn't believe me either if I read this, but even though you don't, you should stay anyway, because stuff is about to get juicy. The state is rotten to the core and it has been eating me up for years. But as soon as I'm done with this book it's no longer just my problem but also everybody else's. It is your turn to deal with my stories. The story which began a hungover September morning.

I wake up at the first crack of dawn, the early rays streaming in through the blinds in my room. A headache is pounding against my skull and I have a bad taste in my mouth as if I've been eating decaying metal. Still, I've had worse mornings.