Sleepy Town
Today is the eve of the celebration of the independence of our sleepy town. It has probably been about 200 odd years or so since blood was spilt for but nobody quite remembers what has passed since then. The old folks have either passed away or have drunk their past miseries out of their daft minds. Stale old blood that has been passed on to the youngins pump through their veins as they attempt again and again to reinvent themselves and their culture by embracing ideas and values outside of their sleepy little town.
But the town is run by infinite rules and impossibilities, created by the founders and perpetrated by the people young and old. Every new foreign influence that penetrates the community is scrutinized painfully through the microscopes of the Old Fraternity. They keep things at bay and guide the flock of sheep to eternal peace and slumber. So full of fluff are the sheep now, that their wool is sheared once a week because there is too much and it grows back so quickly too.