As I wander among the sewers I see remnants of a society once great. My former home now populated by a small group of seemingly outcasts from society, defensive of their new territory. It is not uncommon to see them attack someone they feel doesn’t belong, and for that reason I am glad I’m not an outsider merely a visitor. I remember the city flourishing, teeming with life and growth and I am reminded of the sad state it lies in today. I seek to rebuild this city, not to its former glory, rather to new heights. The world’s population has grown and so shall ours. To do this I must call upon leaders from the past, many of whom have not been heard from in ages, and many of whom we will never hear from again. We must unite together to transform this place from sewers, where garbage and waste runs rampant, into an underground metropolis, thriving in the face of death. So I ask you, do you share my dream, wishing to become a visionary, a founder of what is to come? Or would you rather be alone in the filth, receiving only scraps from those who cannot give any more?