To The Alps

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Hello, dear Reader,

Just a quick update today! Doubt some of you remember to come seeing as Steam summer sales are here. I got myself Civ V with all the DLC, been wanting to play that for some time.

June goes well, and we’re soon at the end of it. I’ve actually finished 5-2 but I still need to comb through it and pick out any inconsistencies and major grammatical flaws, so expect it next week. I hope the jump from Bee back to the Verdancy group won’t be too jarring.

I’m exploding with excitement writing Book V. Brace yourselves for world building, because you’re gonna get it.  

could this image be teasing something?

 

Brace yourself also for squabbling and high tension situations as Buddy and the rest try to put out flames within the cold Alpine outpost. Why is that? Well, a gaggle of Purists, (only mentioned before (Buddy hates them)), and an Atlantean delegation led by a, let’s just say impressive individual, lock horns. Why? You ask. If you recall, Purists capital H Hate augmentation, while the Atlanteans are the very ones that brought the sophisticated tech to the masses. Well, all except for the emotive enhancers.

To give a little taste, Atlanteans are machines. Straight up. Used to be humans, grown and reared as biological (in mysterious ways), but they forsake their biological natures quite willingly as they age. This practice is emulated to a lesser extent by the population of Dead Earth, as you’ve seen with Buddy, whose whole body par his brain and a little of his face, is a machine. Thus the Atlanteans look down upon purely biological forms, seeing them as inferior.

Purists on the other hand are just that. Pure. In their own terms of course. They shun all cybernetic replacements and abhor genetic manipulation (though the latter is rare). Most purists place loyalty in the See, being a sect of it, but there are some Purists who are of different denominations. The telltale sign of a purist is a humorless blank face and an all too bald body, be they male of female. (Radiation tends to do that).

So, ‘tis the sitch: diametrically opposed factions are locked inside a fortress town. Enter a Grower, which both hate. Slap a murder on that and things would go wild… have I said too much?

Anyway, thank you, once again for reading, Reader.

I hope your summers are going well, and I’ll see you next Saturday with 5-2!

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