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CHAPTER ONE
CAPTAIN KILL
It’s nighttime two in the morning…. NOCTROPOLIS A man who is destitute, poor, a young man at that! His hair long dirty and flowing is settled upon his jacket in a cubbyhole in an alley. Garbage cans and rats litter this dirty ground, if not other detritus or the dirty squalor of the Noctropolis streets in this lowly part of town.
Wonderful Noctropolis!
City of 25 million, many though are not cared for but spit upon! The lowest of the low are those who for any reason, any reason at all have not put in, have not brought the state, the country, the nation Virility its due coinage! Coin! Coin! Coin! Is needed for an ever greedy growing population!
Virility! This nation known as, is Earth’s #1 capitalist nation. Lot’s of cruelty is needed, wealth demands it, and by HARLOW!
Virility’s fabled Eastern seaboard city Noctropolis is greatly admired around the world, where no manner of wonders exist and thrive. To be respected among earth’s nations is to be wonderful Noctropolis, the East Coast is Noctropolis!
The mayor of Noctropolis Dandy Mitchell will tell you so if you ever get within breathing distance of him. “Your nothing if you’re not known in Noctropolis,” goes the saying.
But for this young man, in troubled sleep upon these dirty and cruel streets there is much less of a future. He’ll likely awaken to find yet another day of rage, yet another day where others will not take a hand to clothe or tend to his troubles and needs.
Yes Virilian’s see him clearly, only in the sense of the instinct to ignore him, and to keep him at a distance. He reeks of poverty! This man is a scourge.
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