It was a city built on a city built on a city built on a city built on bones.
Allegedly.
Nobody had been deep enough to see the bones and come back alive. Some say that when you're that far down you start to forget what your life was before you went off in search of the city's end. You lose your way and your sense of self, slowly crumbling until you're as much a part of the foundations as all the other bones.
Others don't believe the city ever ends, its just one derelict nightmare of a building stacked on another - all the way to the centre of the world and maybe even out the other side. They say that people don;t go missing down there, they're just on the other side of the city.
So far on the other side that we'd happily class them as dead but nonetheless, they exist in some way. It comforts their families to think that they aren't dead as we would know it. Personally I'd rather be dead than wander the depths of the city for eternity but to each their own.
It's becoming a rite of passage to try and find the city's end. A rite that has a death count somewhere in the mid hundreds, not that the council would advertise that. Attempting to find the end is what brings us all together to watch the entrances to the depths and wait for something to come back out again.
Allegedly.
Nobody had been deep enough to see the bones and come back alive. Some say that when you're that far down you start to forget what your life was before you went off in search of the city's end. You lose your way and your sense of self, slowly crumbling until you're as much a part of the foundations as all the other bones.
Others don't believe the city ever ends, its just one derelict nightmare of a building stacked on another - all the way to the centre of the world and maybe even out the other side. They say that people don;t go missing down there, they're just on the other side of the city.
So far on the other side that we'd happily class them as dead but nonetheless, they exist in some way. It comforts their families to think that they aren't dead as we would know it. Personally I'd rather be dead than wander the depths of the city for eternity but to each their own.
It's becoming a rite of passage to try and find the city's end. A rite that has a death count somewhere in the mid hundreds, not that the council would advertise that. Attempting to find the end is what brings us all together to watch the entrances to the depths and wait for something to come back out again.
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