gattheira
Disorder is not the absence of control.
Disorder, is certainty.
If history has taught us anything, it would be of the cyclical nature of the world. In 2012 a surge of massive coronal mass ejection hit the earth, creating what one could only describe as a worldwide Carrington-level event, plunging the world into a new dark age.
By the year of 2047, the new world has seen countless kingdoms rise and fall. Aided by the salvaged weaponry of modernity, the gunpowder weapons of a bygone era, and the return of the sword and axe, the new world saw how greed and power consumes men, corrupting them.
I was one of the countless mercenary soldiers hired by the Kingdom of Yavva, sent out to reclaim their territory elsewhere outside the Javanese Archipelago. I had hoped that retirement would be the end of this madness.
Yet the city I once fought for now feeds on its own people, rotting it from the inside. I can't say whether it is my sense of justice, or of my own ego, I quickly find myself pulled back into a world of contracts, conspiracies, and quiet betrayals.
In all this, my question is a simple uncomfortable truth: was order ever innocent? and if not, then disorder may be the only honest response left.