Tyler had lived his whole life confined to the solid walls and rigid lifestyle of a citizen of Dema. He'd never known anything different, so there wasn't much of a reason to feel out of place. However, Tyler's adolescence was plagued with trouble. He began to dream; he began to question. The dreams were vivid, fueling his creativity as a young teenager to the point where he felt the motivation to write songs. Soon, his notebooks were full with tangled lyrics, messy melodies, and improv set lists if he were ever able to perform. Tyler found himself dreaming as he worked, thinking of what could possibly be.
Then, he found his break.
Under an old table in the mineshaft, was what looked like a textbook. There was much more in there than he could ever imagine. Hundreds of words of mysterious text filled the old, broken book. He'd never seen some of those words before used in such a way, and it consumed his mind as he tried to figure out what they meant.
He didn't know that his curiosity could possibly destroy all that the Bishops had created.
You're a Bandito. Tyler is in Dema. Escape is imminent.
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•i created this world to feel some control
destroy it if i want•
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< written by chalupa, edited by jay >