Gunnland
FTR
"A Strange Engagement I"
The Financial Building, Ayr
Gunnland was hard to love. Especially from the glass turret atop Ayr's largest skyscraper, the Financial Building. From the edge you could look down at the great clock, and see up-close how slowly time moved for the rest of Gunnland: unemployed mobs in rusty postindustrial cities, hillbillies of the highland hollows, gangsters in the plaid-skirt fashion of schoolgirls.“Wake me up from this nightmare,” said Matthew Stolmand, mayor of Windhaven before Jake Blackthorn. He glared toward that big redhead, just now the fiancé of Gunnland's most powerful woman, in a black Prince Charlie jacket and red-on-yellow Buchanan kilt. He was in no celebratory mood. “If he’s sensible, he’ll leave Arundel and the 21st century alone. Don’t bite the hands that feed you. Fuck who he wants and let Molly fuck who she wants, you know?”
Robert Gunn smiled blandly. That's probably the long and the short of the arrangement behind the big diamond ring. Matthew used to hate these condescending Ayr élites. Where was the fiery gunsmith’s son from Purpoole? Robert understood that hatred, but couldn't feel it. For he had other old friends in the room. Not just Jake and Molly. Andrew, Brendan, Pat, Tim. Bankers keeping capital moving semi-efficiently: tens of millions of cumals, thousands of millions of talents. Fucking one another, and any number of other people, in relative peace. Wasn't that all the liberals wanted, anyway?
This thread will spin off a series of stories about various parts of Gunnish society that I don't think I have explored adequately yet. It will open into a few international trips various characters will take, in order to invite some interactive storytelling with those who'd like to join in. Many of the characters have been introduced both in my newsfeed and in The Hidden King, which sort of canvassed the dysfunctional politics of the ruling élite in Gunnland:
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