[Every day is a new experience and a new adventure. So goes the life of a free man, a philosopher, one human soul against the countless drones of the like-minded. The people on the streets are cattle, blind and deaf to the rhythm of the city, to the magnificent wonders happening all around them.
Henry C. Jacobs has been on the streets since he was twenty five, chasing a life of true freedom, true knowledge, true liberation from the hive-minded masses. Being a free man means he takes time not to become one of the horde of cattle, but to observe, to see and listen.
That is why today he has been intrigued by the sound of children's voices coming from a sewer grate. And now, from an alleyway not too far away.
There are many theories about things that lurk in the city's underground, terrible beasts, gargantuan creatures who were once mere victims of human ignorance, now long forgotten, growing more aggressive in the dark amidst the refuse.
Though he has a theory of his own about these children. Not human children, no... He had caught a mere glimpse of them through the grate before they disappeared. An intriguing flash of green, so much more than the ghosts of mere abandoned childhood pets.
Slowly, he makes his way into the alleyway, holding his hands in a peaceful gesture. Palms up. Keeping his voice and footsteps gentle.]
Hello? Is there anyone there?
[They seem to have disappeared again. How interesting. Though his curiosity is insatiable enough to keep him trying.]
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Henry C. Jacobs has been on the streets since he was twenty five, chasing a life of true freedom, true knowledge, true liberation from the hive-minded masses. Being a free man means he takes time not to become one of the horde of cattle, but to observe, to see and listen.
That is why today he has been intrigued by the sound of children's voices coming from a sewer grate. And now, from an alleyway not too far away.
There are many theories about things that lurk in the city's underground, terrible beasts, gargantuan creatures who were once mere victims of human ignorance, now long forgotten, growing more aggressive in the dark amidst the refuse.
Though he has a theory of his own about these children. Not human children, no... He had caught a mere glimpse of them through the grate before they disappeared. An intriguing flash of green, so much more than the ghosts of mere abandoned childhood pets.
Slowly, he makes his way into the alleyway, holding his hands in a peaceful gesture. Palms up. Keeping his voice and footsteps gentle.]
Hello? Is there anyone there?
[They seem to have disappeared again. How interesting. Though his curiosity is insatiable enough to keep him trying.]
Children? I'm not going to hurt you.