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Placid Facade-Chapter Four I studied the worn tool before placing my hands on it. The end of the pickaxe was blunt. It wasn't going to get much work done at all. The handle was made of wood, and not smooth wood either. It would be relatively easy for a sliver to impale my hand and make my sentence all the more miserable. I took a firm grasp of the tool. It was greatly uncomfortable, as I imagined it would have, perhaps even more so. The minimal effort to create a grip caused my hand to cramp from mere minutes of holding the damn thing. I growled and threw the piece of shit to the ground. "Your eagerness to work is so very admirable," I heard from outside of my cell. A large, old spider stood in front of the door. He was wearing what appeared to be a robe. He had a piece of thick rope tied around his waist from the back. His most distinct feature was his lack of a right secondary eye. I was curious to why he had lost it. Perhaps previous attempted escapes by criminals? The arachnid chuckled as I stu
Placid Facade-Chapter Three I woke up early the next morning, to my chagrin. I threw on the cheapest garments I had. I didn't bother taking a showered. I'd get dirty in those fucking mines anyway. I grabbed the keys to my vehicle and walked into the garage. My transportation was ancient compared to recent models. It looked angular and sharp compared to the sleek, round cars of today. But it got me where I needed to go. It was forest green in color, and had large windows. It stood out amid the windowless vehicles designed and built in present times. Cameras were all the rage. I unlocked the door to my car and crawled in. The seats were worn, but insanely comfortable. It still amazed me that the radio and GPS functioned despite the car's age. I jammed the keys into the ignition and pushed forward. The engine roared as I let go. That noise pleased me. Current models never made that sound. I looked at the strip of paper the moth handed me yesterday morning. It was an address. "36111 Triumphant Drive," I
Placid Facade-Chapter Two The answer came to me almost immediately. The passengers of the vehicle violently knocked on the front door. I forgot to pay the monthly taxes. Amazing how they could keep up with that and not the amount they spend building the Vencadian army. I swear, that's the only reason Vencade is in debt. But that's beside the point. I calmly grabbed my spending card and opened the door. I gazed at the large men sleepily as I flashed the small piece of plastic I was holding. They snatched it from me and scanned it. A terrifying screech came from the tiny machine. "Sir, you're short fifty salts," stated the small moth holding the scanner. I sprinted to my desk and grabbed my wallet. It was emp-No, there was a half-salt! I grabbed the triangular object and ran back to the tax collectors. "Here," I panted, tossing the currency to him. One of the muscular spiders caught it. He handed it to the moth as the small insect snorted. "Now you're short forty-nine salts and a half," she smirked.
Placid Facade-Chapter One I threw the warm, comforting blankets off of my hairy body. The sudden cold I felt annoyed me. I groaned and glanced at the shrieking object that woke me up from my dream. The device read "7:59". I swore under my breath as I slowly rose from the mattress. My legs ached as I stood from it. I stretched, looking at my surroundings. My belongings all seemed to be in their correct positions. Being somewhat satisfied with the current state of the bedroom, I slowly walked into the bathroom. It was a small bathroom. Only suitable for a single individual. But, in truth, that's all I needed. I wasn't planning on bringing anyone home with me, I knew that visits happened rarely, and when they did, they were not here to talk about the weather or see if I happened to be mentally sound. They worried about my votes. Vote for Bryon! Vote for Pierce! Vote for that asshole down the street! That's all they cared about. I groaned once more, trying to get back to the task at hand. That's right