Every story needs a protagonist, along with supporting characters and a plot line. It just so happens that the best plot lines are twisted, organised and simple. Hmm kind of like a beehive, in any case this particular story begins some one hundred or so years after the death of Queen Elizzzabeth, during a new revolution of further individualism, brewing in the underbelly of the beast known as the southern prefecture in the massive hive of the Cutter clan. The streets of the Southern prefecture Flicker with the dim light of street lamps, a grey smog from the factories near by hanging like fog. Private Detective Gritty O`buzzly stepped out of a greasy spoon, built under the 108 freeway, whenever a Fly craft zoomed above the florescent sign reading "Buzzies" flickered violently...
Sorry I'm going to have to halt the third person perspective here. It's great in it's own right but as you can probably tell this story is taking more of a gritty turn than Superhero movies. So imagine a rewind button backing up to the point just before our main bee steps out of the diner.
After I finished eating the gruel Buzzy like to call food, I paid the man and headed for the damned streets of Southern Prefecture. This hive is diseased, crime is a constant companion a late night hussy with a nice Thorax and cheap rates. Easy to get hooked on but stings you in the face for the combs in your pocket at the end. Sometimes I wonder why I fight the good fight, making chump change on cheating wives and lying husband; Ha if you can call that a good fight. Looking into a puddle I huff out one last drag of my smoke and distort the ugly fedora barring face looking back at me.
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