User blog comment:Grand's Story Time/The Champions of Terra/@comment-28898344-20151129015327/@comment-27269570-20151129033641

Ahead, past the crowds of people and the wall of paramilitary police officers, was a kid that couldn't be any older than seventeen getting beaten by officers. The kid wore a red scarf around his neck; the symbol of a rebel group that was rising to prominence within the Empire. Propaganda depicted these kids as thugs and bomb-throwing anarchists who want nothing but the complete collapse of human society. The crowds were actually cheering as the kid was being beat to within an inch of consciousness by the officers.

"Alright, alright. Show's over." Said one officer, moving the crowd along the line. As the crowds moved, it appeared that the kid finally succumbed to his beating. An ambulance came quickly afterwards, picking up the kid and taking off to send him to the fabled re-education chambers. Not much came out about what went on there.

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The transportation ship was large and comfortable...at least for the rich. Those who paid rode first class, where they got to enjoy luxurious suites, quality entertainment, and non-processed food. They got to enjoy a wonderful view of the planet they were leaving and the many stars on the way to the planet they were going to.

The poor, on the other hand, were much less lucky. They had to deal with clutter and constant surveillance. Their food was mass-produced and packaged, and their rooms had no doors so they were likely to get raided by thieves. At least their entertainment was quality...if you could pass smut and mindless violence as "quality" entertainment.

As you enter your room, you find yourselves sharing with each other...at least partially. Your doors were nonexistent, and they connected to each other's rooms in a network of doorways. Only one of them had a bathroom.

(Make an Intelligence + Occult check)