Is anybody here good at times tables?

( locked to Light, Kefka, York, and Woody )

[At first you hear the sounds typical of the home. There's pots clinking together, cartoons, and children. Out of all this a female voice raises above the rest that maysound familiar to the people of the community. If not, well enjoy the sound of a frazzled single mother talking to her children.]

Cody, turn the TV off. It's time for dinner. [The sound of footsteps and a weary sigh.] Astor, it's time to put the notebook away. You can-

[Silence before quietly and carefully,] You can. [Whatever she sees makes her quiet again before the sound of a chair being pulled can be heard.]

Astor get away from that! Oh my God... is it still writing? 
 

[ooc; Rita finally discovered that "game" she thinks Astor has been playing is a little too real for her taste.]

[And because kitties seem to be very popular have another one giving the screen a very sour look. He looks very harassed indeed and it's very little wonder as lingering in the background is a golden retriever, it's head bobbing into view every now and then like a shark circling its helpless prey.

When the kitty edges its way towards the table the dog springs into the air, its maw wide open, as if ready to turn the kitty into a healthy snack if it makes one false move. The cat hisses indignantly, bopping the dog on the nose before turning away and facing the computer.

It would have been an ordinary Persian if on it's chest there wasn't a silvery design that vaguely resembled the distinct G of Klavier's necklace. Then there was the obvious fact that the cat was typing.]

S.O.S!!!!!

H.G. Wells, a rather marvelous author from my world, wrote a number of stories about their visions of the future world. Perhaps the most famous of these was depicted in The Time Machine.

Early in the story, Wells states:

"At first, proceeding from the problems of our own age, it seemed clear as daylight to me that the gradual widening of the present merely temporary and social difference between the Capitalist and the Labourer, was the key to the whole position."

I don't wish to bore anyone, so to put it in the simplest terms possible: "In the end, above ground you must have the Haves, pursuing pleasure and comfort and beauty, and below ground the Have-nots, the Workers getting continually adapted to the conditions of their labour."

Wells predicted this to be in place by the year 802,701. However, it's already starting to prove true. Man is reverting back to its primitive nature as the gap between the wealthy and the working-class continues to widen. The rich abuse their privileges as the labourers struggle to cope with the rapidly changing demands of those in power. Men prey upon other men as culture, if it may even be called that anymore, dissolves into a primitive bloodthirsty mess. Man has so many ways to kill each other now, not to mention the total apathy plaguing the world. The devolution into Eloi and Morlocks, on my world, is approaching much more rapidly than H.G. Wells himself could have imagined.



But enough of that; it's your turn. I suppose I'd like to hear what all of you believe lies in your world's future. Have any of you dreamed of a better future for your world? Or do you see only pain and destruction in the years to come?

[The feed comes on, and Battler is seen sitting in a big 'ol chair... almost looks like a throne, he's smirking in an almost sadistic manner... and there's something different about his appearance as well. His clothes have changed from that of a light color- to completely dark. His suit was now more of a purple color, and his red shirt was now black. Not to mention his eyes were a bright crimson.

He begins to loosen his tie, sighing a little.]

Aahh..... the community again? Heha...! [his voice is even a little lower than normal when he speaks.]

Hehhh.... this is all too boring, surely someone can entertain me...I wonder I wonder.... just what kinds of screams will you make-?

[ooc: all replies will come from justiceerror.]