Post by NµKe on Nov 3, 2012 8:23:49 GMT -5
My wife and I discussed a new magic system today after reading Sanderson's First Law of Worldmaking. I shan't go into the details of Sanderon's laws at this point; however, the system that we came up with was quite inspirational to me. My wife, Jewels, has a great mind and an even greater imagination.
It's cold. Too cold to move, too cold to talk, too cold to think. If you decide you're tired of the cold though, you can talk to the nearest Recruiter from Waves to get a job so that you can join the warm masses who are enjoying the latest Band 3.0!
Heat has become the currency here. The almighty sun beams down his precious rays to our planet to warm us, and what ends up happening? Waves catches them with their Mega-Solar Panels so that they can make the rest of us slaves to work for warmth. So they give us these "bands" as they are called, to store heat so that we don't die of hypothermia. Do a good week's worth of work and you get a week and a day's worth of heat. Do a normal week's worth of work and you get a week's worth of heat. Be lousy and get only six days of heat -- the last day you just have to move around more to stay alive, it's not that hard. It seems that most of us are pretty average workers. A friend a couple of blocks down the main road said that he once got paid a "good week's worth" about fifteen years ago, but he's a drunk and everyone knows it. Probably made the whole thing up.
About 95% of us go through this ragged routine everyday for pretty much all of our lives. There are a few "blessed ones" that don't have to. I use the quotation marks because as soon as the Heated Ones are discovered they are carted away and never seen again. They generate their own heat... and from the rumors I've heard they can do some sick things with their heat. Most call them demons, but I think they're just unlucky innocents stuck in the wrong world. Well, to tell you the truth, I don't really know how I feel about them because I've never actually seen one. Never looked him in the eye. Never shaken his warm hand. Never done that. Wish I could... heck, wish I was charged up like that so that I could leave this wretched cycle of work, play, sleep, work, play, sleep. We work for about nine hours a day. It's not the end of the world... I heard those who work for Sun's Up work for eleven, but they get a couple weeks off every year. Not sure which I'd actually prefer. We get our rations, we get our families... I guess life isn't that horrible... but I'd sure like to get some flamin' adventure in my life...
It's cold. Too cold to move, too cold to talk, too cold to think. If you decide you're tired of the cold though, you can talk to the nearest Recruiter from Waves to get a job so that you can join the warm masses who are enjoying the latest Band 3.0!
Heat has become the currency here. The almighty sun beams down his precious rays to our planet to warm us, and what ends up happening? Waves catches them with their Mega-Solar Panels so that they can make the rest of us slaves to work for warmth. So they give us these "bands" as they are called, to store heat so that we don't die of hypothermia. Do a good week's worth of work and you get a week and a day's worth of heat. Do a normal week's worth of work and you get a week's worth of heat. Be lousy and get only six days of heat -- the last day you just have to move around more to stay alive, it's not that hard. It seems that most of us are pretty average workers. A friend a couple of blocks down the main road said that he once got paid a "good week's worth" about fifteen years ago, but he's a drunk and everyone knows it. Probably made the whole thing up.
About 95% of us go through this ragged routine everyday for pretty much all of our lives. There are a few "blessed ones" that don't have to. I use the quotation marks because as soon as the Heated Ones are discovered they are carted away and never seen again. They generate their own heat... and from the rumors I've heard they can do some sick things with their heat. Most call them demons, but I think they're just unlucky innocents stuck in the wrong world. Well, to tell you the truth, I don't really know how I feel about them because I've never actually seen one. Never looked him in the eye. Never shaken his warm hand. Never done that. Wish I could... heck, wish I was charged up like that so that I could leave this wretched cycle of work, play, sleep, work, play, sleep. We work for about nine hours a day. It's not the end of the world... I heard those who work for Sun's Up work for eleven, but they get a couple weeks off every year. Not sure which I'd actually prefer. We get our rations, we get our families... I guess life isn't that horrible... but I'd sure like to get some flamin' adventure in my life...