Aurora

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-Aurora: A Fallen Superpower -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- Words by Ogel6000

Aurora; once a solid, stable bastion of power. Once the second largest city on Civcraft; a tightly knit community, the jewel of the plusminus. A city which could, and did, withstand catastrophe after catastrophe, only to fall seemingly

overnight. This book is not a reflection on the fall of Aurora, instead an elaboration on where Aurora is now.

The rail station still stands, and cleanly at that. Rails are unobscured, the world Metro map on the wall still hangs undamaged. Seemingly, the rail station is untouched. I tore out an illegally placed snitch from the wall of the rail station.

Emerging into the bay is a weird, saddening feeling. The bay was once the pride and joy of Auroran culture. Now it sits, with the water polluted. A large sign of pumpkins over the water reads something explicit.

My house has been touched since I was here last. No chests were broken, though the roof is torn up, and a window smashed. A quick wander down the street says that I am not alone. What first seems like lazy dereliction turns out to be almost city wide.

Potholes litter the street. Dirt, gravel, cobblestone lie to the side. Trees are burnt down. Some houses have been replaced with craters. Several chickens wander the streets.

I am relieved at the state of the university. It is one of the few things in Aurora I cared for, and still do care for. The promenade has been littered with src, though other than that, griefing is minor. No windows broken, telescope intact.

The police vault has grown, oddly enough. The once measly 8 layer thing is now easily 20 or more layers, and the room itself looks much nicer, a grid of stone brick and netherbrick for the floor.

Most of the factories have vanished altogether. I am able to bring the fancy ore smelter up from 0 to 34%, it is still intact. The 6e3 building, formerly mine (sold privately) is still in good shape, no damage here. Even the printing press is still alive

and well. They North is in probably among the worst shape in the city. Most buildings are severely damaged. The south has exploded. They've expanded southwest, and have a vast garden set up,

with new plots, clearly expecting an explosion of population. Sorry, south. Dreams don't always come true, ye AnCap bastards.

My Popular Front Tower in the northeast. My little boy. I aspired for it to be a hub for leftists in Aurora to feel politically free to share their ideals, though it never expanded past a small handfull. An src pillar lines one wall.

I don't feel safe here. No, not at all. I feel vulnerable, interestingly, even more so than in the wilderness. There are a few other people in Aurora, all strangers. I am unarmoured. I could be picked off by a newspawn with a

stone sword. My house, my beautiful, fabulously coloured house is my last bastion of sanctuary in a city plagued by political unrest, agorism, collapse, abandoned, and now destruction.

Aurora. Number nine. 5.4719. On the January CAI, only 8 people claimed to take up residence in Aurora. One of those votes was mine, despite me not living here anymore.

122 people claimed to visit. Second most popular tourist location after Orion. I had my best times in Aurora, and also my worst times here. I was here since the start.

Goodnight, my superpower. May you not be forgotten.