Two years earlier…
Rain pours down, instantly soaking everything it comes into contact with. The unrelenting water never slows down, only seeming to get stronger with each passing second until the rain is barreling downwards, as if the clouds are trying with all their might to break down what's left of the old, poorly constructed buildings in the darkest part of Prospit- The Park.
Between some of the taller, somewhat not-so-broken-down buildings in The Park, there lies a rather intricate maze of cardboard boxes. All are closed shut but one, and in it one might just see a pair of black eyes staring through the rain.
Who's this guy?
Your name is DENALE MONTAL. You have lived in PROSPIT all your life. You have learned to STEAL and LIE to survive, and are actually on your way to becoming a NOTORIOUS GANG LEADER. Not that anyone KNOWS it, of course. You tend to KEEP A LOW PROFILE. You live in a COMPLICATED MAZE of CARDBOARD BOXES that nobody understands but you and YOUR SISTER, and you are under CONSTANT pressure from her to find a BETTER LIFE. You don't deal well with all the STRESS that she gives you, but LISTENING TO RAIN calms you down. Lots of Prospitians like to mess with you for LOVING RAIN, among other things, and they are the ones that make you EXPLODE one day, causing you to LASH OUT IN REVENGE and SABOTAGE a certain GAME you will play in the future.
Of course, we don't know that yet. We will be very surprised when you ruin everything, won't we?
What will you do?
-DENALE: Listen to rain.
You listen to the rain. Patpatpatpatpat
You're not sure why the sound of rain calms you down. It reminds you of horrified people screaming a split second before they slam to their deaths.
- DENALE: Inspect house.
You inspect your cardboard box. Some random plastic you found years ago is thrown over the top to prevent it from being drenched with water every time it rains. It is also bolted to the ground with nails, bolts, staples, tape, gum, and anything else you could find.
Man, your house is safe.
So safe.
- DENALE: Fondly regard random happy memories.
What happy memories?
- DENALE: Be the moffin girl.
You know no such person who goes by that ridiculous name. Moffin. Psh, as if such a stupid-sounding thing ever actually existed. And even if it did, a leader has no use for such a word.
Moff.
- DENALE: Get down to business.
It's time to get down to business. So many lives to ruin, so little time.
You turn away from the lulling sound of the heavy rain and enter the maze of cardboard tunnels. It is pitch black in here, but really- when you have the place memorized like the back of your hand, do you seriously need a candle?
No, you think not. Candles are for wimps. And you are not a wimp. You are in control here, even if you're the only one who knows it. You are a grand manipulating leader.
Leaders require no assistance from puny candles.
The tunnel starts sloping downward. You ARE getting "down" to business, after all.
Yes, you actually ended up digging an entire underground network of tunnels. It was hard work that took years, but it was worth it. Any intruders would surely get hopelessly lost in here. The tunnels are rigged with random traps, pits, and other things that will surely cause their doom.
Every leader should have his own maze of death. It is almost as if you control the HAND that holds DEATH. You have absolutely no idea why you emphasized HAND and DEATH. Nope, no idea.
What you mean by that, before anyone starts becoming some sort of big-mouthed smart aleck, is that you masterfully manipulated a "friend" of yours to build this network for you. Man, manipulating others is SO EASY! It is no challenge, nope, no challenge at all for a capable leader like you.
You finally reach the dead end you were looking for. This particular end houses a variety of things; it is your living quarters, so to speak. Your "home", or your "hive", whatever those words mean.
Now, to find your laptop…
Everything is so dark in here. You try to feel your way around, but it looks like you've misplaced your laptop. If only you had a little light to look around…
Uh, light? Uh, like a candlelight?
…the leader requires assistance from the puny candle…
You reach for a random match and light it up, then proceed to light the candle you have in your pocket. Always good to have a spare in case your sister comes over one day. She doesn't like the dark.
You blow out the match and hold the candle up, but not too up. Cardboard is flammable. Very, very flammable. You don't want to burn your house down again.
Your eyes sweep the room, but you don't see your laptop. What?! Could someone have broken in and stolen it?! WHERE IS YOUR-
Oh, there it is. Behind you. You turn it on and blow out the candle. No need for that anymore.
The dull light from the laptop faintly lights up the room as you log in to Pesterchum. It looks like your little "friend" whom you mentioned before has a message for you. He sounds upset by some sort of problem *you* caused.
Is he… showing disrespect to his leader? Tsk, tsk. He should know better.
|PESTERLOG|
- DeathhandTomatoglitter [DT] began pestering highleaderTempest [HT] at 22:10 –
DT: what the heck montal
DT: what the heck did you do
DT: what the fudge is this mistake you dumped at my place
HT: Shcw scme respect fcr thcse abcve ycu, peasant!
DT: screw that montal today you crossed the fudging line
HT: Tread carefully, underling! What are ycu talking abcut?
DT: im talking about these idiot-head kids that showed up on my doorstep blabbering on about how you sent them here
Ah. The kids. About time they showed up on his doorstep.
See, it's about time your little "friend" developed some weaknesses. Right now, he's the best right-hand slave a leader could ask for, but you can't have him growing too powerful. You can't take the small chance he'll grow up to challenge his leader some day.
What does one do if such a situation ever occurs? One strikes at a fatal weakness. And if your opponent has no weaknesses?
You make some.
|PESTERLOG|
HT: Ah, yes, the kids.
DT: yeah yeah the kids!
HT: Yes, abcut that.
DT: Take them back.
DT: see i even used proper grammer and punctuation and all that crap to show i really mean it
HT: Thcse kids did me a huge favcr the cther day, saved me scme trcuble I was in deep.
DT: yeah montal cut to the point already
HT: I wculd cffer them a place tc stay, but as ycu kncw, my hcme… dces nct dc well with visitcrs.
DT: no
DT: just no
DT: dont even say it I aint doing it
HT: It is nct ycur decisicn tc make. They are ycur prcblem ncw.
DT: no
DT: this is blackmail
DT: DO YOU FREAKING KNOW HOW ANNOYING THEY ARE?!
HT: As a matter of fact, I dc. But dces it really matter? Ycu are taking them in cr else.
DT: or else what?!
DT: death is better than listening to them blabber on and on and on and on
HT: Need ycu gc there?
DT: …no
HT: Nc?
DT: no MASTER
HT: Gccd.
DT: but ill leave you with this
DT: one day you better watch your back
DT: cuz i aint gonna be around forever
DT: im only sticking around cuz i wonder how an idiot like you got so much power
- DeathhandTomatoglitter [DT] stopped pestering highleaderTempest [HT] at 22:30 –
How, indeed.
You smile and chuckle a bit. Suckah!
Hook, line, and sinker. Give it a year or two- even someone with the hardest heart won't be able to resist getting even the slightest bit attached to those twerps.
You weren't able to resist, and you only knew them for a day or two. The boy in particular reminded you of yourself when you were younger… if you were more naïve and gullible when you were younger, that is.
And yet his attitude is catchy… His hate for the letter O has recently piqued your interest. That was one intelligent conversation the two of you had, when you managed to fish his innermost thoughts out. You find his thoughts to be true; the letter O is quite unusual. But, unlike him, you don't see it as empty. You see it as being perfect. Nothing that perfect should ever exist in this world.
Something that perfect needs to be broken.
You mull over your thoughts of the siblings. Two birds with one stone- you don't become too attached, and your "friend" over there gets attached and attachment, as every leader knows, is weakness. Most weaknesses are created by attachment.
What, you having a weakness? No. Weaknesses are not leadership material.
…but you do have a sister. However, that is different. You were separated a few years after birth. She tried to hide you in her home, but your pale white skin stands out against everyone else's dark black ones.
What? Paint? Of course, idiot, that's what you did. You painted your whole body black, but the paint kept rubbing off. You managed to go a few years without being discovered, but you were discovered nonetheless and would have been put to death for trespassing had your sisters "friend" not intervened and created some sort of portal teleporter pathway thing to your new home. You aren't really good with technology, so you don't know any of the details.
What's that? This all sounds a bit confusing? Pah. That's what happens when you aren't leadership material.
It's simple, really. Your white skin marks you out as a Prospitian. And while you feel right as rain in your current home here on Prospit, once upon a time you lived on Derse.
For you see, while you are a Prospitian, your sister is a Derseite…