Futuristic Idea
Just an idea. Somebody mentioned something about Fable being set in the Future. I plan to add on to this, I just wanted to see if it would be worth adding to.
A FUTURISTIC FABLE
A FUTURISTIC FABLE
Albion is slowly crumbling.
The 'Union' has now become the sole government of the entire world.
With legions of men at their disposal, the Union is seemingly unstoppable.
The great cities have been looted.
Albion's natural resources are quickly being used up by the new empire.
[Picture of Futuristic Albion]
We now take you to Brownstone.
CHAPTER I: BROWNSTONE'S BEST
DAY ONE
"Get in line damn it!"
The recruits move slowly into position as the commanding officer looks down his grimy nose at them.
"Chin up, recruit!"
The recruit chins up.
The commanding officer slowly paces back and forth while reciting his mind-numbing speech for the thousandth time.
"You are here because Albion needs you. The Union needs you."
"Here we go again," says a restless recruit, rolling his eyes (but not when the commanding officer is looking).
"The earth belongs to the strong."
The commanding officer unsheathes his ceremonial cutlass and raises it to the sky.
"One world, one power!"
The recruits grudgingly answer, "One Union!"
The commanding officer looks quite pleased with himself, sporting a sadistic grin across his oily face.
He looks the recruits over once more, and, after making up his mind, gives them an order.
"Proceed to training facility number fifty-three."
The recruits march. They march badly, but they march.
The wide entrance to the training facility swallows them up. As soon as all recruits are inside, the commanding officer closes the large iron door and carefully bolts it in two places.
DAY TEN
The recruits are slowly adopting their new diet, which consists of mainly stewed beef. They drink watered down ale.
The daily exercise routine is next.
One by one, recruits scale a huge iron gate, nearly twenty feet tall. The spaces between steps are slightly exagerrated, but the recruits have adapted to the stretch.
A recruit falls from the ten-foot mark on the gate.
He begs for help, but recieves none. He will fight for life or die. The world belongs to the strong.
The others scale the gate and move on to the next task.
Though arduous, these tasks actually build strength and intelligence if performed correctly.
Besides the great gate, there are small manmade mountains to scale.
The tests of strength include archery, 'clubbing', and swordsmanship. 'Clubbing' is a practice derived from the ancient fighting techniques of Old Kingdom war mages. Two recruits are pitted against each other with simple wooden greatmaces; no spikes. They batter each other until one recruit is either dead or knocked out.
The 'Union' has now become the sole government of the entire world.
With legions of men at their disposal, the Union is seemingly unstoppable.
The great cities have been looted.
Albion's natural resources are quickly being used up by the new empire.
[Picture of Futuristic Albion]
We now take you to Brownstone.
CHAPTER I: BROWNSTONE'S BEST
DAY ONE
"Get in line damn it!"
The recruits move slowly into position as the commanding officer looks down his grimy nose at them.
"Chin up, recruit!"
The recruit chins up.
The commanding officer slowly paces back and forth while reciting his mind-numbing speech for the thousandth time.
"You are here because Albion needs you. The Union needs you."
"Here we go again," says a restless recruit, rolling his eyes (but not when the commanding officer is looking).
"The earth belongs to the strong."
The commanding officer unsheathes his ceremonial cutlass and raises it to the sky.
"One world, one power!"
The recruits grudgingly answer, "One Union!"
The commanding officer looks quite pleased with himself, sporting a sadistic grin across his oily face.
He looks the recruits over once more, and, after making up his mind, gives them an order.
"Proceed to training facility number fifty-three."
The recruits march. They march badly, but they march.
The wide entrance to the training facility swallows them up. As soon as all recruits are inside, the commanding officer closes the large iron door and carefully bolts it in two places.
DAY TEN
The recruits are slowly adopting their new diet, which consists of mainly stewed beef. They drink watered down ale.
The daily exercise routine is next.
One by one, recruits scale a huge iron gate, nearly twenty feet tall. The spaces between steps are slightly exagerrated, but the recruits have adapted to the stretch.
A recruit falls from the ten-foot mark on the gate.
He begs for help, but recieves none. He will fight for life or die. The world belongs to the strong.
The others scale the gate and move on to the next task.
Though arduous, these tasks actually build strength and intelligence if performed correctly.
Besides the great gate, there are small manmade mountains to scale.
The tests of strength include archery, 'clubbing', and swordsmanship. 'Clubbing' is a practice derived from the ancient fighting techniques of Old Kingdom war mages. Two recruits are pitted against each other with simple wooden greatmaces; no spikes. They batter each other until one recruit is either dead or knocked out.
