Adroit Comics, Capital City Gazette, Capital City Mysteries, Curtis Perry, National Government, New Sienna

In the land of New Sienna, there are many folks who like to bury their heads in the sand. Fearful of the truth, they go about their lives, desperately fighting to survive in a hostile world. Things always seem to be getting worse, as though all of the world is erupting in chaos. The bad news: Chaos is on the rise. The good news:, There is always hope.

My name is Curtis Perry, and I’m a reporter. Well, I suppose that I’m actually much more than a reporter. This curious life of mine began as the son of two mild-mannered immigrant farmers, haling from the Island of Keepaton. Very religious, they always told me stories of the ancient days. They were very certain about The Creator’s plan for our lives, and the existence of divinely appointed protectors sent to defend us all from Darkness. As a child, it was hard for me to truly understand much of what they taught me. It seemed so far-fetched. That was until one of those fabled protectors showed up and saved my family.

I was only ten years old. It was the middle of the night when our house caught on fire. I tried to wake my mother and father, but they’d somehow been knocked unconscious on the kitchen floor. I screamed for help and remembered what my parents had taught me. It was then that I prayed.

Suddenly it seemed as if everything stood still. The flames stopped flickering; I couldn’t even hear myself breathing. My line of vision became filled with a brilliant golden light. My senses were overwhelmed and I felt an unexplainable peace.

In the blink of an eye, I had been transported safely outside of our burning home. I looked down, and my parents were laying on the ground beside me. When the firefighters and police finally showed up, I told them my story.

Of course no one believed me. They chalked it up to adrenaline-induced-delusions. They also decided that I was the one who saved my parents from the burning building. That could be the only explanation, as far as they were concerned. Thankfully, my parents believed every word I said. The experience only increased their faith and mine. From that moment on, I was sure of two important things. Number one: The ancient stories were undoubtedly true. Number two: The powers-that-be had no intention of letting that truth get out.

Nine years later, in 3058, I was drafted into the Royal Military. Of course, yours truly wasn’t too keen on the idea of fighting someone else’s war, but I had little choice in the matter. It was there that I gained an even deeper understanding of the way things truly work in this world.

Its been 15 years since I left the Royal Military. Now I’m a single, disillusioned, retired soldier-turned-reporter. Frustrated, under-paid and over-censored, I am ready for a new chapter in my life. For so long, I’ve been fighting for the truth and working to make a difference in a city that doesn’t really seem to care. But I can’t give up now. One day, these words will be read by someone who dares to believe the truth. That someone is you.

Will you open your eyes to look beyond this superficial facsimile of reality? Or will you too be destined to live in the illusion? If you’re the former, then keep reading. If you are the latter, I suggest you turn back now. The road ahead is rocky and filled with impossibilities. It certainly ain’t for the weak of heart.