Dark City

After finally deciding on my first destination to be The Future, I continued to travel Westwards.

Near to the Frequency Deluxe was the grand shopping mall of Rio Salas City



But, being a pilgrim I carried no money so I explore the town instead. It would certainly be a lovely and quiet place to live. I could certainly see those who wished for a more domestic Secondlife settling down here in a treehouse or suburban village, raising children, going to the church on sundays, buying gifts from the city, drinking with friends in the bar.



I was met by my friend Art Laxness (whom I shall tell you more of later) and we had a quiet drink in one of the locals. A new French Nightclub was being built beside a Nightclib aboad a great steamboat.

But, after some hairy incidents, where myself and a newly made friend (whose name I forget now) were thrown into the air. I escaped to the nearby land of 'DEVIANT'.

I say escape, when what I mean is I fell in darkness. I fell for an age until I found myself in a desolate landscape. I looked about in the gloom for some sign of life, but I found none. It was at that moment I looked up and saw a grand city hovering above me in the darkness.

My sanity slipped and it was only the arrival of my friend Jackson Huszar, from The Future that saved me.



Perhaps I should explain. Jackson is from Mars, he is different from you and me in several ways which shall become apparent. We met gazing at one another through telescopes. Well, he SAYS his was a telescope but it looked more like a Deathray to me...

Jackson and I explored the ground, trying to find a way into the city. Eventually we climbed a mountain to the underside.



And, after much shouting up at the inhabitants of this twilight city eventually found our way in. The city was dark and dingy. We began to explore the back streets and found our way into a Gentleman's club. Three Ladies of the night were inside, one dancing around the pole upon the dancefloor, the other two drinkinga dn watching. We were strangers in a strange land.



We engaged them in conversation, but, being poor travellers they were not interested in our banter. As we left they asked us to pay, so we fled the scene as quickly as we could.

Around the corner, hovering above the street was a ghostly apparition. A floating witch glided towards us. Jackson had more courage than myself and asked her about the sights of the city. She directed us to a bar, but it was closed, so Jackson and I explored the sewers, hoping for a way out of this deviant place.



Eventually we found our way out and fled for the nearby haven of the island of Rhodes.

Which was a Paradise in comparison and a sight for our grit and filth filled eyes



There we rested and gathered our strength for our next adventure. We planned to explore the nearby islands and then head for the mainland.