Deconstructland [Hoss & Nashi]

“The tyrant grinds down his slaves and they don’t turn against him; they crush those beneath them.”

    A gentle heat whipped at the air above West City as someone monologues to themself in what many might consider a psychosis but this person knew was a proper drama. Wherein she was a valiant hero standing above something so droll as an ‘Amusement Park’ like Sparking World. The sight of it made her heart swell with disgust and the scar on her chest burned into a reflection of the heat on the hair. A miniature fireball in the sky looking down on the mouse-trap with revulsion.

    Marie walked onto the air, feet tapping along as if she were on solid concrete while sweeping across the amusement park and to something far more interesting. A little known thing about locations like Sparking World which covered entire miles of ground and had to contend with a never-ending war against mother nature was that it was far cheaper to keep and maintain facilities on-site rather than to outsource.

    What did this mean? It meant that beneath Sparking World in the very guts of West City was a biological research center/technological facility that produces vast amounts of pesticide while still possessing the production capacity to outfit a more complex facility for the various technologies the investors and parent company of Sparking World would rather keep quiet.

    How did Marie know this? It was all public info. Most of it at least was public knowledge because of the amount of work that went into keeping the park safe and clean and profitable. All to create the perfect bubble of an illusion.

“Ach! The ambition of Caesar and of Napoleon pales before that which could not rest until it had seized the minds of men and controlled even their unborn thoughts.”

    Marie flourished her blade with the ruby length glinting in the midday sun as she reached the very edge of the park where the older rides were all but forgotten save a few diehard fanatics of amusement parks and those employees who had reason to be in this place that had become synonymous with storage. None could hear her this high in the air but Marie was lost, ablaze in her own world.

    She would descend with all the grace of a meteor as the roof of the industrial sector of the park crumpled inwards. The heat from her body warped the metal as she tore through it until landing amidst the various conveyor belts and labs pushing back and forth their little secrets.

“The more the worms writhe, the more I yearn to crush out their entrails! It is a moral teething; and I grind with greater energy in proportion to the increase of pain.”

    It was as much a warning as those inside were given as her sword flashed out and began to dissect the building in sharp cuts that arced like carmine scythes to decimate the building little by little in a glorious moment of indiscriminate destruction and violence.

“Blame not I! For I am no Demiurge! Blame only Prospero and his lies! Were he to die I would have shown you all the gentleness of a proper executioner but he yet continues so I spite the world with myself!”