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====== The Renaissant ====== | ====== The Renaissant ====== | ||
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+ | //The play is the thing. We sit here in bounteous isolation, freed from the// rigeurs// of that pestilentially complex life in our former home. Here we have all we need. We have the greatest players, honed by a focus that would be unachievable without this glorious city. We have an audience with tastes more varied and refined than once we would have believed possible. And last, but not least, we have streets in which the people may proclaim our glory. Here, we can make //Art. -- Ari Folah, Scriptwriter and Director of the Link Street Players.\\ | ||
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When you get right down to it, most people just want to have a good time. They may claim high political ambition, and fight like cats in a bag for even a sliver more power. They may devote their every ounce of effort to reaching the pinnacle of their trade. They may fight wars, mercilessly cutting down those who oppose them until one day their luck runs out. Ultimately, however, a substantial portion of human (and inhuman) endeavour is motivated by a desire for comfort, a desire for ever more pleasure and gratification out of life. The Renaissant were originally made made up of those who have embraced this truth, and turned the pursuit of ever greater happiness into an end of itself, turning aside from petty squabbling over temporal power elsewhere in the city. After all, what, truly, can be achieved within the constraints of this sealed dimension that would be worth devoting ones energy to it other than simply having the //best eternity possible//. | When you get right down to it, most people just want to have a good time. They may claim high political ambition, and fight like cats in a bag for even a sliver more power. They may devote their every ounce of effort to reaching the pinnacle of their trade. They may fight wars, mercilessly cutting down those who oppose them until one day their luck runs out. Ultimately, however, a substantial portion of human (and inhuman) endeavour is motivated by a desire for comfort, a desire for ever more pleasure and gratification out of life. The Renaissant were originally made made up of those who have embraced this truth, and turned the pursuit of ever greater happiness into an end of itself, turning aside from petty squabbling over temporal power elsewhere in the city. After all, what, truly, can be achieved within the constraints of this sealed dimension that would be worth devoting ones energy to it other than simply having the //best eternity possible//. |