• London, a once great city. The Area was known for its mass prosperity, which attracted everyone from powerful weapons dealers, to those attempting to survive. This influx of life caused an uproar within the government. London was large, but even the largest container eventually overflows. The Area could not expand fast enough, resulting in an event known as the split.
    London was split apart, two differing zones of the same dirt-ridden city. It was a plot by the higher-ups to save themselves from the scrutinizing eyes of the world. It was both a wall literally and theoretically. A wall to keep their failures from others, and a wall to congregate the rich and the poor into their varying zones. The rich were catered for in the center of the City, while the poor were left to their own devices on the outside. The closer to the wall you were, the better your lifestyle.
    Five years ago, these zones were thrown into turmoil. A powerful noble family perished in an arson attack. At the time, knowledge of an attack was kept secret. Only those with power over the police forces knew it as such. Those who knew otherwise were quickly silenced, often by having their largest desires granted. Other times, it was assassination. The Ohkie family had contacts throughout the country, They owed their power to this range of contacts. Without them, the family would not have had such a powerful grasp on the country as they did.
    Yet, even with this large safety net, they were eventually caught off guard, and subsequently perished due to their power. There were no survivors of the fire. A powerful series of gangs known as the Triangle was to blame for the attack. The Ohkie families contacts had discovered this as fact, and it was soon spread throughout the City. The poor rioted uncontrollably and attempted to breach the inner wall in vain. Nobody really knows why. Perhaps they were upset that the government who had neglected them had also neglected the rich. A common theory is the Ohkie families string of contacts spread further than anyone had ever imagined, resulting in a chain of events leading up to and causing the riots.
    Five years on, the city has seemed to forget. The rich go on with their lives, drinking wine and using the poor for their personal gain. The poor try to survive with nowhere else to go.

    The idea of revolution still remains. It is a now extinguished fire which once lit the hearts of millions. People yearn for freedom, to be able to live comfortably with the knowledge that there is no longer a higher being to smite them for their mistakes. This country - No, this world - is corrupt. It is a dark shadow in a cave where no one can see the light. All it needs is a spark to begin the revolution anew.

    That spark...



    Is me.