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Post by GREED on Oct 7, 2011 2:42:29 GMT 8
PERDITION
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Perdition is a village at the sandy stretch of coast of Crescent Island, and I, Vanir, love to "stretch" my wings here. It is very splendid to see the houses with stranded wire of straw aligned at the nacre and granular soil of the east beach, the water constantly invading the doors of brittle cabanas, and the constant collapse of them. People are not aggressive and greed as in other cities. Perdition is the closest place to what humans call "Heaven", but this peace and lull are the result of all ill inhabitants, with the exception of dozens of individuals with an extremely vigorous immune system that can survive, barely, without getting a disease.
You already know that the Caucasus has strong radiation, radiation and all that was taken to the direction of Perdition by rainwater, air currents and contamination of recurring saltwater fish, the main source of food for residents. Luckily this portion of radiation is small thanks to the pink sand that contains a property that makes them ideal places for tiny algae that can absorb much of the radiative energy and turn it into food. I still need time to get organized and study more of these algae and maybe change the whole structure of this place to deal with nuclear size wear.
Who lives in this village who travels long horizontal meters of coastline can not grow in the fertile red soil before and to be toxic and harmful, slightly contaminated with the fruits of the sea the only viable alternative supply, which causes chronic malnutrition and dehydration. In my deductible, this is the place for you who want to die a slow and without any agitation, as the demons do not like all this grief that falls on the shoulders of the humans who live here, but the demons that like the beach are more stealthily and wants to became protected from the dangers of the close and dense forest, living at an antagonic peace with all those fragile population. The only thing developed here is fishing, whether it be the economy that sustains the whole place and supplying the continent with a theoretically healthy meat.
Perdition is my last priority, since it is possible to create a remedy for the poisoned inhabitants, but there is no condition of recovering maniacal, greedy and murderous living corpses.
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