(Web of Mimicry, 2004)
In an unsuspecting corner somewhere, anywhere, in Persia, life goes on as normal; rats scurry in the alleyways, traders barter on the streets in a frenzied manner to the unaccustomed visitor. Something sinister lurks in an unknown underbelly.
A woman sobs as she tries to get her child to sleep; wishing with all her might that he will someday have a peaceful life. Outside her window a man pulls his cart full of unsold goods home; his life one hard and unsuccessful day after another. There’s no joy to be had in this town.
The bustling streets are lively. Children play merrily, musicians exude jovial sounds. Laughter and excitement fills the air. The harsh realities of life are put on hold for day at least.
Something sinister lurks.
People are being tortured. Souls are being ripped and separated from bodies to which they belong. These souls are being sold to abhorrent demons.
Somehow these monsters need to be stopped. Peace and calm is all everyone, anyone, ever asks for here. A plan is devised. A hero is needed. But a hero simply doesn’t exist in these parts. It is a futile exercise; a futile existence.
A journey is undertaken by a few brave individuals in search of our hero. In search of the one man that can save a whole society; he who can defeat the beasts. There is hope, but it is hope that may never return.
A search is cast over all of Persia; many places are visited, no stone is left unturned. Familiar territories are covered; mysterious valleys are traversed. All have different characters and customs. All have the same result; none. There is only one place left to look… California.
Our hero lives on the water. With long blond hair and a surf board as his only possession; he is found. He who can conquer the beasts back home and bring peace to a civilisation.
Meanwhile back at home, innocent individuals continue to perish. Arms, legs, torsos, ripped and gnashed. Piercing screams fill the air. Screams which are the only signs of life amongst the discarded chunks of flesh and bone floating in makeshift rivers of blood.
An eerie change sweeps across the land.
The bustling streets are, once again, lively. Children are playing again. Wonderful music is in the air. Laughter and excitement has returned. The harsh realities of life seemed to have disappeared. The Californian dude has saved these people.
Our Californian hero returns to the surf. Farmers dance in the rain; celebrating their new found wealth. Traders pull their empty carts home; gleefully smiling after another prosperous day. Trouble will return, however it hardly matters at this point in time.
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