oberon fairbairn | d10 | fin | cbd #2
Dec 9, 2017 6:30:12 GMT -5
Post by Lyn𝛿is on Dec 9, 2017 6:30:12 GMT -5
oberon fairbairn
district ten
age eighteen
Death and prosperity are two sides of the same coin.
In the autumn, pigs fattened on a summer's feast pass through your family's shop and come out as shanks and loins and racks of rib; the tenderest sections are sold to the Capitol in exchange for cloth from Eight and flour from Nine, but it is the fatty skin and fleshy organs that nourish your family through the long winter, and every year sees a whole roasted pig's head and rich, salty sausages at your family's Ratmas feast.
As per tradition, you give thanks to the animal as you stew its feet in a rich red sauce and render down its fat for soap and candles; your family has built their lives up on ending those of others.
Some must be sacrificed so that others can prosper.
Twenty-three lives must be sacrificed for the continued existence of peace; everyone has a grandmother or great-grandmother still old enough to remember the Dark Days. The rebels would shoot people like us for daring to have more than them, you can imagine her thin voice saying next to you. They were jealous. They wouldn't be happy unless everyone was starving together. You wouldn't want to go back to that, would you?
No, you answer as you lift the young pig in your arms，Dinner is waiting, and your mouth waters as you imagine delicious blood cubes floating amidst a sea of vegetables and spicy, flavorful soup. And as long as your kitchen is stocked and your belly is full, you are happy.
In the autumn, pigs fattened on a summer's feast pass through your family's shop and come out as shanks and loins and racks of rib; the tenderest sections are sold to the Capitol in exchange for cloth from Eight and flour from Nine, but it is the fatty skin and fleshy organs that nourish your family through the long winter, and every year sees a whole roasted pig's head and rich, salty sausages at your family's Ratmas feast.
As per tradition, you give thanks to the animal as you stew its feet in a rich red sauce and render down its fat for soap and candles; your family has built their lives up on ending those of others.
Some must be sacrificed so that others can prosper.
Twenty-three lives must be sacrificed for the continued existence of peace; everyone has a grandmother or great-grandmother still old enough to remember the Dark Days. The rebels would shoot people like us for daring to have more than them, you can imagine her thin voice saying next to you. They were jealous. They wouldn't be happy unless everyone was starving together. You wouldn't want to go back to that, would you?
No, you answer as you lift the young pig in your arms，Dinner is waiting, and your mouth waters as you imagine delicious blood cubes floating amidst a sea of vegetables and spicy, flavorful soup. And as long as your kitchen is stocked and your belly is full, you are happy.
