The city of London. Grand, old, city of London. Sure the weather may not be the best all the time, but that just adds to its charm. Or at least it did until the whole city was whisked-up and fell underground. Cushioned by a ‘cloud’ of bats in fact. I have always lived in the country, so I didn’t see it for myself, but the papers at the time were very adamant that there was a whole lot of bats. Enough of the buggers to blot out the sky they said. The ground also seemed to swallow it all, as at the site on the surface it is mostly barren, but lacking of the gapping chasm that would be expected.
There is a pit down into it, and those who wish to venture underground can do so there. Well, I shouldn’t use the word ‘wish’, as there are some that no longer have a place on the surface, usually those who have done something so horrible that they are sent to Newgate Prison, which yes, is still used for England, but not for the more common criminal anymore. There are other prisons for that. No, Newgate is used for the worst sort now. There are stories about how London has embraced its new location, and though it only really has one type of weather, the people seem to be enjoying themselves. Crime is more commonplace than ever, not just pickpocketing, but horrible crimes such as arson and murder.
It seems that the once respectable London has become a laissez-faire for all seedy things. They even call it ‘The Bazaar’. And it seems that it is well known that Hell has even set up a embassy to get in on the market. London truly has Fallen.
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