Prologue
Could you ever imagine a world where crime didn't exist? A place of sincere paradise? A place with real equality there was no racism, or hatred against one another. No? Of course you can't, because there is no such thing.
Now, let's get down to reality.
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There once was this world, which was all contolled by seven people. These seven people saw this war-ridden world and came up with a wonderful idea. What was this idea you ask? The plan was to make the world completely pure; a picture perfect world for all accepted and perfect people to live in harmony. After the Hundred-Year-War, it was easy to start the reformation. All the cities were burnt down. New York City, Los Angeles, Moscow, Tokyo, and London. The rest was left to rot. The remants of the fire were all gathered to one little, that soon grew in a mega city. And thus, Retro City was born; a place of unimaginable riches and glory. Stories of this marvelous place moved like a plague bringing hundreds to the city, making the city bigger and stronger.
However, in these legends, none of them ever mentioned what or who made this city. Who's blood was for their sick entertainment. You see, there's certain cycle for this city that can't be ignored. A deadly cycle that always involves death in the end.
Remember those seven people I told you about? Well now, they call themselves the Authority, and their the reasons of the deaths of my people. The Unknowns. We are what keeps this city alive. Where is all our glory, our fame?
No where. We don't get anything. No families, no food, no glory. Nothing. That's the life of an Unknown. The name is Bad Blood, the White Lamb. The Robin Hood of the Unknown. To the Elite a filthy, masked thief. The Elites are the perfect people, the ones with the perfect blonde hair and frost blue eyes. They are the ones with all the glory, not the Unknowns,with their colored hair or colored skin.
The imperfected must be terminated.
There was one problem, though. The Unknown population was growing larger and larger at the time. So, the Authority did something about it and created the Arena. The Arena is located in the heart of Retro City, where the Community's most prized past-time is played. Where the Unknown is slaughtered for the eyes of the Elite. A sick and twisted game where an Unknown walks in and doesn't come back out. Nobody knows whats going to happen every game, but I guess that's what keeps them watching.
This has gone on for so long, that my kind has become drone to this city's deranged cycle. It makes me sick. I'm not going to lay down and take my fate as my death in the Arena. I'm one person, with many strings to pull, and if I pull the right one, I'll change the Unknowns destiny. For now, I', going to try to make their lives a little better for as long as I can, until it's time...
That's my destiny, and nobody's going to change that.
