The Beginning…
Act 1, Scene 1, Prologue:
, …To me the progress of society consists in nothing more than in bringing out the individual, in giving him a consciousness of his own being, and in quickening him to strengthen and elevate his own mind… …The greatest benefactor to society is not he who serves it by single acts, but whose general character is the manifestation of a higher life and spirit than pervades the mass…
-WILLIAM E. CHANNING, Thoughts
Darkness. The shadows fade away to reveal a Jade green armchair centered in the middle of the room, a long Victorian lamp post on one side, already lit, and on its other side a small table with a black book at the center. The ominous face and splatters of what appears to be multiple colors of paint which covered the large text seems to draw you to open it, to see what's inside. But before your hands can touch it, you here a voice behind you.
VOICE: stop. If you please.
You turn to meet something… unique. In front of you was a tall… person? in a white suit with a green tucked in shirt. He had a white, blank orb for a head but otherwise seemed normal.
VOICE: I'm sorry, but that isn't something you should look into, at least no yet.
With a snap of his finger, the room lit up. Felt green seems to surround you. The décor carried a sense of hospitality as you begin to explore your surroundings. You find some interesting items as your companion continues to speak.
VOICE: Welcome to my apartment. I trust you'll find my voice is more palatable against this decor. I continue to be an excellent host. VOICE: I'm expecting two more guests later. First one, and then another. VOICE: Make yourself comfortable in the meantime. But don't touch the candy on the table. That is reserved for one of my guests.
VOICE: Now, allow for me to introduce myself, I am Doctor Scratch, a First Guardian of the planet Alternia.
DOCTOR SCRATCH: Hmm?
DOCTOR SCRATCH: You've never heard of such a place.
DOCTOR SCRATCH: Well now, It seems I have a lot to explain then.
He leads you to relax on one of his chairs as he makes his way to one of his bookshelves and pulls out a book with strange writing on it, then sits in the chair across from you.
DOCTOR SCRATCH: I'll start from the beginning, then let you to read the rest of this world where it reveals an epic tale as old as Time itself.
DOCTOR SCRATCH: Alternia is a grey planet from a separate universe, that is inhabited by trolls, an alien race of grey skin beings with black manes, sharp teethes, and candy colored horns of many shapes and sizes.
DOCTOR SCRATCH: They also distinctively have their own colors of blood, which create a caste system called The Hemospectrum, in which those with red are low bloods, and Fuchsia is the highest.
DOCTOR SCRATCH: The trolls of Alternia are a nocturnal, aggressive and war-like race. Trolls are keen on such things as galactic conquest, legislacerators, subjugglators, the arbitrary execution of children, and gruesome courts. And because of the differences between the trolls blood color creates savagery among the troll society.
DOCTOR SCRATCH: Indeed, it would take a will of maybe one, unique troll, to change this circus of murder.
DOCTOR SCRATCH: And that, my young guest, is when our story begins…