My story.

Welcome to Melbourne.

Melbourne. In ancient times this capital city was considered merely a sporting capital, an eatery beyond compare, a nexus of entertainment. But here and now Melbourne is so much more, it’s a…… blah blah blah, what bullshit! I dunno why I even read this crap, I’ve had the unfortunate pleasure been here before, if you could call it a pleasure that is. In fact, I was born here. I’m a full blooded Melbournite, or so we’re called. But I was one of the smart ones; I got out, and got a good job in the booming Canada state of American republic. Who would have thought that Canada would actually become the beach paradise that it now is?

This place hasn’t changed a bit, its still the shit hole it always was. I can’t believe I actually agreed to come back, but being a tracer, I didn’t really have a choice.

The “New Sweden” they call it, well, it’s really more like the new Detroit….. And we all know what happened there.

As I walk through the blood covered streets of this crime filled, deathly abyss, walking around fist fights that are like spot-fires, I turn my gaze to the relics still around, the ancient station; a now derelict building still of grand design, although lacking some of the more “homey” touches the rest of this wasteland bares. Its silent majesty is something or a rarity nowadays, even for a guy like me, living in a place I do. It’s something that always caught my attention, all the relics did, and still do, I guess it’s nothing more than an interest into the past, looking at those relics is my way to view the past. But still, it’s interesting, don’t you think?

Moving towards my hotel, I walk past my old university…. I learnt nothing there, money spent, money wasted. I never was keen on that whole internet connectivity and it basically controlling everything, so when it all crashed here I wasn’t surprised much at all, it’s just a good thing that I got my tracer job, tracking down and marking criminals. Half of the best bounty team around, and don’t you forget it, ha ha ha.

I wonder if this old place is still in business?

Says here in this leaflet that it’s now a recruiting firm, for some kind of army, also, not really surprising since that place put all its effort into online capabilities. It is also kind of ironic that a learning institute such as this is now more into fighting than most places anywhere here in this city. I guess that I probably would have learnt more useful skills there now than anything I did back then, which is slightly annoying but then I’m not exactly one who likes to play by anyone else’s rules so learning everything and doing it how I do it, is a whole lot more comfortable. Don’t worry, I’ll teach you well, if anywhere is going to help you learn the ropes of a job like ours, its here, just keep close, pay attention and stay alive and you’ll do just fine my apprentice….

By James Parnis.