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There's a city in another world. It's not like the cities you know. It's bigger. The size of a country. In this city, a mixed anthropomorphic populace lives together in relative harmony. To ease tensions, the city is divided into a number of 'Wards'. These sections of the city separate the populace, some designed for predators and others for prey. Not having to live together helps predators control their impulses and dine on synthetic meat.
But predatorial urges aren't so easily sated. It's taught that there was great unrest in the past. Predators suffered and grew rebellious because they couldn't follow their instincts. The great city risked its people turning against one another. And so it was decided. Predators had to hunt.
'The Hunt' was created. Once a year, a prey ward is chosen. The ward and the date of The Hunt are completely random. It can be anywhere at any time. With hundreds of prey wards, many go their whole life without being chosen. The Hunt is just thought of as a natural disaster, something that might happen, but probably won't. But if it does...
The chosen Ward is alerted by a siren blaring from loudspeakers around the area. They're told their Ward has been selected and sealed. No one is allowed to leave. They're given thirty minutes to prepare. They can hide, they can fortify, they can ready themselves however they choose. But ready themselves they must. Once those thirty minutes are up, predators are allowed in. And they'll come. Every predator who can afford a high speed rail ticket will be racing to participate.
For eight hours, all acts of predation are legal. The chosen Ward is turned into a hunting ground. For prey, there's only one way out. They have to survive eight hours in their predator-infested Ward until The Hunt ends. No warning. No escape. Thirty minutes to prepare. Eight hours to survive, however you can.
For one day, society breaks down. The concrete jungle abides by the law of the jungle. Survival of the fittest. This is The Hunt.
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The Hunt 2, Part 1
On any other day, Mr. Grey would have acted sooner. The danger hadn't been subtle. It announced itself with smoke on the horizon. But today simply seemed too sacred. There were some occasions that felt so sacred that it was impossible to imagine anything more important. It was as if the universe would bend to the event and not the other way around.
But on the third pillar of smoke, Mr. Grey realized exactly how little the universe cared about his plans...
But predatorial urges aren't so easily sated. It's taught that there was great unrest in the past. Predators suffered and grew rebellious because they couldn't follow their instincts. The great city risked its people turning against one another. And so it was decided. Predators had to hunt.
'The Hunt' was created. Once a year, a prey ward is chosen. The ward and the date of The Hunt are completely random. It can be anywhere at any time. With hundreds of prey wards, many go their whole life without being chosen. The Hunt is just thought of as a natural disaster, something that might happen, but probably won't. But if it does...
The chosen Ward is alerted by a siren blaring from loudspeakers around the area. They're told their Ward has been selected and sealed. No one is allowed to leave. They're given thirty minutes to prepare. They can hide, they can fortify, they can ready themselves however they choose. But ready themselves they must. Once those thirty minutes are up, predators are allowed in. And they'll come. Every predator who can afford a high speed rail ticket will be racing to participate.
For eight hours, all acts of predation are legal. The chosen Ward is turned into a hunting ground. For prey, there's only one way out. They have to survive eight hours in their predator-infested Ward until The Hunt ends. No warning. No escape. Thirty minutes to prepare. Eight hours to survive, however you can.
For one day, society breaks down. The concrete jungle abides by the law of the jungle. Survival of the fittest. This is The Hunt.
---
The Hunt 2, Part 1
On any other day, Mr. Grey would have acted sooner. The danger hadn't been subtle. It announced itself with smoke on the horizon. But today simply seemed too sacred. There were some occasions that felt so sacred that it was impossible to imagine anything more important. It was as if the universe would bend to the event and not the other way around.
But on the third pillar of smoke, Mr. Grey realized exactly how little the universe cared about his plans...
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They don't know it's coming. That's the point. Most Wards never see it. Most prey are never in The Hunt. In a city with at least a thousand wards, you have maybe 1/10th of a chance of being in it, and I assume this city has even more. But I look at it like all the people who do live in places like active fault zones, around volcanos or even in the places where global warming is taking their homes out from under them through flooding.
People have a bad habit of assuming there will always be more time to prepare and they'll do it in the future. Sure, there will be some preppers and not all preds will survive the hunt. But I think you're deeply overestimating the average joe. :3
People have a bad habit of assuming there will always be more time to prepare and they'll do it in the future. Sure, there will be some preppers and not all preds will survive the hunt. But I think you're deeply overestimating the average joe. :3
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