A little context. My name is Emyr Husidic. I'm a film student and I want to write more and more often. I've been apart of the RT community for a number of years but hadn't been super active in it until Funhaus (then known as Inside Gaming) joined. Funhaus sparked my interest of the broader RT family. So I thought as some people are currently using the site as a way to show the progress of their work I figured I would do the same with writing.
As a side note I won't be writng much of the story each day. Think of this as a newspapper comic style release and it may take a while for chapters and plots to conclude. Also, none of this story is pre-planned. As I am writing this (19/02/2019) I have so far figured out the title and that's it. Hope you enjoy it regardless!
Link to Day 2: (Will be edited in tommorow)
The billowing cityscape of Avilton embers amongst the twilight ridden husk of Australasia. 2031.
Oak lines the floor of 好 運 酒 館 (Good Fortune Tavern). Spotibox calmly harmonises with the murmur of the intoxicated Bioed individuals. Open carry everywhere. Whiskey trails tell stories onto themselves. The distinct earthy pungent smell of marijuana fills the room, ceiling to basement. Polished Basalt stone lines the head height walls and the eroding bar. A calm tungsten glow fills the room as the tender rifles off pints of whiskey at a time. From outside flood lights of neon pink and purple flash like a bolts of lightning.
A man who’d been passed out awakes. Clicks his fingers. A slot appears from the wooden counter top of the bar. A small needle prick attached to a spotless aluminum base plate rises. The man pricks his finger allowing a drop of blood to escape. A blue haze fades into view of the man as ¥1000 (yuan) trickles to ¥-12. The man, wearing a tattered brown leather fighter jacket and porcelain white faded denims slumps his head to his chest. His broad brimmed Stetson slides onto the counter top. He turns on a dime and stands with remorse.
“Yeah I fucking know. Just arrest me,” the man interrupts.
“Shall I inform your family?”, the officer replies, while handcuffing the man.
“Just let me die,” he spills in reply.
The elongated electronic ring of a plasma pistol deafens the room. No one is startled by the sound. Spotibox changes tracks. Nevermind by Leonard Cohen plays.
Thanks for reading Day 1 of this story. If you have the time go ahead and listen to Nevermind. I hope this was a captivating introduction into the world of Avilton. Check back tommorrow for Day 2. Posts will occur around 9pm AEST for most of the week unless otherwise specificed.