Thread:Corbierr/@comment-13880098-20140328221854/@comment-4816103-20140329214416



Haven’t most people dreamed of a perfect world? For centuries, people have dreamed, conquered, ruled, preached, worked to make their version of perfect a reality. What is perfect, though? Is it a world of peace and prosperity? A world of total freedom, and independence? Is it when everyone can be equal, or when everyone has a place in society, a place tailored just for them? Nobody really knows what ‘perfect’ is…but sometimes one person’s ideals, and their determination to make them happen, can create worlds that come pretty close…

Welcome to Terces, a large and isolated country with a population in the millions, millions who live in freedom and peace, with no fear of enemies or poverty. It’s a country of snowcapped mountains in the west and white, sandy beaches in the east, of large cities and small towns, with expanses of forests, rivers and planes to fill the rest of the land.

For generations, the ruling Peirce family has kept things running smoothly, and the people could not be happier…there’s no place they’d rather be, many claim, if there are any other nations at all. Truth is, years of isolation has kept many Tercians from knowing anything about the outside world…but to them, leaving would be foolish, and those potential other countries are merely places of imagination. If one has a happy life, after all, why would they want to change it?

Except, there is one problem. To someone hearing it for the first time, it would seem like a big, panic-worthy thing, but not to the Tercian citizens; to them, it has become as mundane as spilling milk, and would be bad luck to speak about, so they don’t.

Sometimes, people just disappear. They vanish, always without warning, and always permanently. Nobody knows why, or how, but at least, children seem to be exempt from this, at least for now…These people are known mostly by their nickname: The Missing.

But, life goes on and, for many, The Missing is just a story meant to scare toddlers into behaving…at least, that’s what the people who have not experienced it believe. And they make up the majority, and for them, one problem will not spoil their otherwise perfect life.

Well, sometimes ‘perfect’ is just a cover for disaster.

Haven’t most people dreamed of a perfect world? For centuries, people have dreamed, conquered, ruled, preached, worked to make their version of perfect a reality. What is perfect, though? Is it a world of peace and prosperity? A world of total freedom, and independence? Is it when everyone can be equal, or when everyone has a place in society, a place tailored just for them? Nobody really knows what ‘perfect’ is…but sometimes one person’s ideals, and their determination to make them happen, can create worlds that come pretty close…

Welcome to Terces, a large and isolated country with a population in the millions, millions who live in freedom and peace, with no fear of enemies or poverty. It’s a country of snowcapped mountains in the west and white, sandy beaches in the east, of large cities and small towns, with expanses of forests, rivers and planes to fill the rest of the land.

For generations, the ruling Peirce family has kept things running smoothly, and the people could not be happier…there’s no place they’d rather be, many claim, if there are any other nations at all. Truth is, years of isolation has kept many Tercians from knowing anything about the outside world…but to them, leaving would be foolish, and those potential other countries are merely places of imagination. If one has a happy life, after all, why would they want to change it?

Except, there is one problem. To someone hearing it for the first time, it would seem like a big, panic-worthy thing, but not to the Tercian citizens; to them, it has become as mundane as spilling milk, and would be bad luck to speak about, so they don’t.

Sometimes, people just disappear. They vanish, always without warning, and always permanently. Nobody knows why, or how, but at least, children seem to be exempt from this, at least for now…These people are known mostly by their nickname: The Missing.

But, life goes on and, for many, The Missing is just a story meant to scare toddlers into behaving…at least, that’s what the people who have not experienced it believe. And they make up the majority, and for them, one problem will not spoil their otherwise perfect life. Well, sometimes ‘perfect’ is just a cover for disaster.