The moon and the stars bamed light upon the tulbulant city from the darkened night skies. It was past midnight yet citizens were still mending shops. A once industrialized city gave way to a new genre of economics. No longer full of factories, the city was cleaner yet dirtier with crime. The lower town was a section full of hardened citizens that were never lucky enough to reap the benifits the more corporate section had to offer. These lower class people were drawn to crime. If the Corporates wouldn't give them the oppertunities they deserved then they would stage a gorilla war on them, and steal their riches.
It was for this reason that the city officials decided to split the city in half. A large border was placed to keep the two seperate. This act of seperation enraged the low town citizens even more. They felt cheated and forgotten about. They were the people of industry. They were left behind while the global economy grew into a more corporate based economy. All the factories were shipped away to lands were the labor was cheaper. The factories that were once owned and opperated by the locals were all bought out by corporate strongholds and added to their arsenals of wealth.
The gorilla war for the city started twenty years ago. When the first corporate building was finished and the people of low town still worked in the foctories on the opposite side of the city. They didnt care about the large fancy building that was almost to far out to even be considered part of the city. Months later that corporate office paid the owner of one of the larger factories a large sum of money for the rights of the factory. The owner, an older man seeing the oppertunity to take the money and retire early, sold the factory. The factory workers were displeased with the owner and they ran him and his wife out of the town and killed there beloved dog.
The story goes that after the rights were given to the large corporation, all 3,680 factory workers were fired on the spot and sent home. Two months later the factorys equipment was all moved out of the city by a large frieght carrier and sent off to a land across the sea.
Those first 3,680 factory employees marched to the corporate office and went on a rampage. What started out as a peaceful display of anger and hatred turned violent. The low town men all claim that the corporates were the ones that started the fight. The corporates all claim the opposite. No details were realesed by either sides about the fight. When the police arrived and dispersed the crowd and arrested over half the factory workers they found sixteen men dead. Thirteen of them were factory employees and the other three were all innocent bystanders that were caught in the fray.
Thats when the owner of the large corporate organization gave a speech. The speech was broadcast all over television. It was first directed to the families that had lost a member in the riot at his office doors. He gave his condolences. He then directed the speech to the factory workers. He gave them a warning that the age of factory employment would end. That they would all die poor unless they joined the times and went corporate. After the crowd in front of him Turned riotous the police removed them. Angered the man directly spoke the the whole side of the city that didnt work for him. They were cut off. He wasn't going to restore the city for them as well. Only the side of his employees would be allowed to take advantage of the cities new found prosperity.
A year later thats when the city split. Forever in two. The lower side was low town and the bustling higher side was the high town. High town ran the city. That year the corporate stronghold took over. They ran the police, the banks, even the corporate owner/CEO ran for mayor. He won in a landslide to the ameazement of all the low town citizens, all of whom didnt vote for him. Thus more hatred was sparked. Tensions between the two grew.
For twenty years the battle for the city fought on. Neither side gaining more then they would lose. Corporate half used their economic stance and their power over the city to make sure the low half stayed poor and in slums. While the poorer low half made sure that corporate section paid more and more money for "accidental accidents", robberies, and deaths.
My father and my grandfather were there. My father worked at the factory for only five years while my grandfather had slowly worked his way up to factory foreman after a heafty thirty years before it was sold. My grandfather was one of the men killed at the riots. My families hatered for the corporates turned into my resentment of them.
Twenty years have passed and the war still went on. Im a twenty year old low life thats stuck in my situation with no way out due to the ignorance of corporate ecomomics. Some man in a suit who has more then his fair share of money controls my life. He knows nothing of the struggles I've faced. Im deserving of a future that I make myself and not one that he decides for him because of actions of my forefathers or by his own accords.
Down here in low town you can take up an oath. That oath being to give ones life and devote time and effort into ruining the powerful oppression the corporates have placed on us. Take them down ourselves and give our children and our childrens children the future that we were not able to take ahold of. Our fathers were unable to give my generation a proper life. Let's give our children a life full of generosity and oppertunity. this oath i made at the age of fifteen. Now at the age of twenty-two I lead the underground organization to overthrough the stronghold of all the corporate madness. I lead an army of young and old to take out the corporate giant that has, for twenty long years, forced us to live in the shadows.
The injustice forced upon my people must be avenged.
Thursday, March 13. The date on my calander was circled in bright red like it was every year on the thirteenth. That date is a date nobody in this town will forget. That day was the say that the main corporate structure of hope was bombed. the bottom three stories were almost completely destroyed and caused almost two million dollers of damage to the head honcho himself. The blow was lead by my father. Two days after the attack troops from the High town came over to the low town and arrested my father.
They held him prisoner for almost a full year. The one year anniversary of the bombing was supposed to be a date that our resistance was to celebrate. At three thirty in the afternoon a prison guard truck pulled up in front of my families small house. Out of the back came my father and three guards. My mother and i stood at the top of four steps that led to our front door. My father stepped forward and just as his fett stepped up on the side walk thre guards unloaded their guns on him. They killed my father in front of me and my mother. I was only nine at that time. Nine years old and I witnessed my father killed in front of my own eyes. the blood from his body splatted all over my front steps.
After that my mother was never the same. She fell ill and eventually hung herself in the attic. She left me alone at the age of nine. Within two months both of my parents were dead and I was left to fend for myself. I quickly learned the way of the streets. Stealing my food, running from the police, even fighting. I quickly grew into one of the more formidable citizens in low town. And soon the resistence would pick me up and lead me down the dark path of warrior and into a new light. They showed me that it was the high towns fault my parents were dead. They had caused both of my parents to die and I wanted vengence. After six years with the resistence doing "class C" missions for them, mostly theft and assault to the high towns houses and children, they let me take oath and join the ranks. When I turned twenty, after only five years with the resistence, the leader was killed. Some of the other resistence members nominated me to be the new leader.
I was chosen out of the six that had their ballets in. I allowed the other five to make a council for the resistence. These five citizens would handle the internal affairs of the low town. Their my extra eyes and ears on the happenings of the low towns populace. which brings my story up to date on today, March second, eleven days till that hollowed anniversary.