From the Bight of Burnle to the Stormneck Coast, the FIC is, for all intents and purposes, the whole of the 'civilized' world. The FIC simply is, and there's (almost) nowhere else to be. The FIC accounts for the government, it conducts the vast majority of commercial enterprise, and it holds over 96% of the planet's usable land. For many young dropseeds and their allies, there's nothing civilized within the systematic violence waged by the Owners against the world, against its people, within whom escape is ever so desperately desired.
"The FIC plays fair!" you'll hear their shlubs screech, as they force-feed themselves tubs of Tonic fried with the same oil torn out from underneath the collapsing world of the Southern Properties. "Anyway, you have your way out!" And they'll be right, in a way. But it isn't really so simple.
Upon the age of legal adulthood, children of FIC citizens are presented with the Contract, a binding document wherein upcoming legals sign away their fundamental autonomies in favor of placement within the FIC structure. To remain and live in civilization, you sign. To leave the FIC, to relegate yourself to the outcroppings of unmanaged wildlands, master and defender of yourself alone...you seek Alternative. But is escape really escape? Or is it merely an appearance?All Rights Reserved