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We are pausing on this while we work on a newer idea of interest. 
This day began for Paul the Picker like any other that had preceded it: rise before dawn, walk to the forest, forage for mushrooms, berries, fruits, seeds, larva, bird eggs, and anything else that was in season, then return to the slave quarters at dusk to eat a small meal, sleep, and repeat it all again the next day.
Paul had been part of the forest foraging crew for as long as he could recall. Actually, for longer than he could recall. He'd first traveled the 2 miles from the slave quarters to the woods in a pack on his mother's back. As he grew in size, Paul moved from the back pack to the hand cart upon which other toddlers rode. The children were of no value to the effort, of course, but their mothers had to put in their day's work even while they were still nursing. Eventually as a toddler, Paul became a productive part of the foraging crew, collecting earth worms, grubs, and other fun-to-find edibles; and later when he'd become fleet of foot, he began running containers back and forth between the Pickers and the hand carts.
Somewhere along the way, he'd been weaned and his mother had been sent away to another House to produce a future slave for that Master. He barely remembered his mother today. He'd worked since then under the direction of a Tasker, an older human slave who led the crew. Paul had seen many Taskers come and go: sometimes they died or were killed by the Masters, and other times they simply disappeared or were sent away without notice or reason. Paul gave it little concern.
Then came the day that he himself became a Tasker. He'd proven himself to be a hard, dedicated, and conscientious worker; and when the current Tasker unexpectedly stumbled into a massive hornet's nest and was killed by the poison of hundreds of stings, Paul found himself the man in charge. Oh, it wasn't as if being a Tasker had a great many benefits: he still had to rise at dawn and march out to the forest; but now, instead of spending the day bent over collecting, he was in charge of scouring the forest for nature's treasures and putting others to the task of doing the picking.
Today, the foragers were busy in a portion of the wood thick with blackberries. They would be out of season soon, so the entire crew was busy with it while Paul wandered about looking for other edibles. There wasn't much to collect here: they'd been working this portion of the forest extensively all summer. He continued deeper into the woods, glancing over his shoulders occasionally to ensure that he knew where he was in relationship to the others.
And that was when he found something he wouldn't have expected...
Actually ... someone!
"Humanity 2.0"
Link to OOC
This role play is open to a few experienced writers.
My co-host and I are still putting the concept together.
PM me (or CarlyConners) if you want to know more,
or see the OOC for more information about the concept.
Link to OOC
This role play is open to a few experienced writers.
My co-host and I are still putting the concept together.
PM me (or CarlyConners) if you want to know more,
or see the OOC for more information about the concept.
This day began for Paul the Picker like any other that had preceded it: rise before dawn, walk to the forest, forage for mushrooms, berries, fruits, seeds, larva, bird eggs, and anything else that was in season, then return to the slave quarters at dusk to eat a small meal, sleep, and repeat it all again the next day.
Paul had been part of the forest foraging crew for as long as he could recall. Actually, for longer than he could recall. He'd first traveled the 2 miles from the slave quarters to the woods in a pack on his mother's back. As he grew in size, Paul moved from the back pack to the hand cart upon which other toddlers rode. The children were of no value to the effort, of course, but their mothers had to put in their day's work even while they were still nursing. Eventually as a toddler, Paul became a productive part of the foraging crew, collecting earth worms, grubs, and other fun-to-find edibles; and later when he'd become fleet of foot, he began running containers back and forth between the Pickers and the hand carts.
Somewhere along the way, he'd been weaned and his mother had been sent away to another House to produce a future slave for that Master. He barely remembered his mother today. He'd worked since then under the direction of a Tasker, an older human slave who led the crew. Paul had seen many Taskers come and go: sometimes they died or were killed by the Masters, and other times they simply disappeared or were sent away without notice or reason. Paul gave it little concern.
Then came the day that he himself became a Tasker. He'd proven himself to be a hard, dedicated, and conscientious worker; and when the current Tasker unexpectedly stumbled into a massive hornet's nest and was killed by the poison of hundreds of stings, Paul found himself the man in charge. Oh, it wasn't as if being a Tasker had a great many benefits: he still had to rise at dawn and march out to the forest; but now, instead of spending the day bent over collecting, he was in charge of scouring the forest for nature's treasures and putting others to the task of doing the picking.
Today, the foragers were busy in a portion of the wood thick with blackberries. They would be out of season soon, so the entire crew was busy with it while Paul wandered about looking for other edibles. There wasn't much to collect here: they'd been working this portion of the forest extensively all summer. He continued deeper into the woods, glancing over his shoulders occasionally to ensure that he knew where he was in relationship to the others.
And that was when he found something he wouldn't have expected...
Actually ... someone!
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