greatestwriter100
This place is the Definition of death trap.we call it the mace.but it's home..sadly.But as a fellow macer,you have to respect it.but it's kinda hard because it's an evil place.it has six walls,so basically we live in a hexagon.its not ugly..it's just not what you call a friendly environment.not necessarily because of the people,it's because of..now how should I put this..the nature.someone dies every month.we've tried and tried but we can't stop it.nature always finds a way to somehow kill a fellow macer every month.
It's seems that every time someone manages to catch a glimpse of any path out of here,they die.but its only once a month that you would find that a macer might figure out the slightest detail of any path leading out of here..but the day they catch that glimpse,is the last day you see them breathe.
So we try not to think about it.the more you think,the closer the glimpse gets to your head.but somehow,each month,someone just has to be stubborn,but that's what they get,death..but it WILL stop soon.
I'm Aní..Mace Queen,Leader Of The Running Brigade.