Why Slawkenburg Live, Laugh, Loves Cain
Glen smiled as he woke up to the sound of children screaming on a cold Cainday morning.
As he lay in bed, he took a second to ponder how things had changed. When he had become used to shouts of joy instead shrieks of pain.
For a moment, he felt a small sting of envy. He remembered his own childhood under the Giorba, may them burn painfully in Hell. The constant pain, fear, and misery that seeped into the air.
The paranoia, the daily beatings, the torturous worship to a man who hated everyone. As he spiraled down old negative roads, the silly giggles of his grandkids finding their Cainday presents pulled him back to reality.
How times had changed. And changed so quickly due to one man.
As he carefully made his way out of bed, his thoughts turned to Cain.
Cain was an interesting figure to think about. To know that you are living alongside a man who has etched his name into history.
A man who had the worst poker face in history.
Honestly, it was a miracle that no one had told him yet. He had bet a month's pay that Cain would find out on his wedding day.
After all, it was obvious to everyone who saw him knew that he was fucking terrified. From his first speech, he was a man who knew he was out of his depth.
And Yet.
Yet he didn't run.
He didn't hide behind his newfound power and authority.
He didn't sell Slawkenberg out to the monsters and demons of the night.
He fought for them.
Created institutions which existed purely to help the needy. Took ass-backward decisions that seemed like self-sabotage, yet yielded results no one could have dreamed of.
That was why he was beloved, even worshiped by the people of Slawkenberg.
It is easy to act fearless when you didn't feel fear. But to be a coward as big as Cain and still fight?
The Liberation was truly led by a great man.