What Lies Beyond

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The AJ government always tries to make their jammers happy, so they don't leave the wonderful town of Jamaa. Of course, some are happy with this. Like come on, the wonderful accessories to buy, the delicious cotton candy, pets, what more can people want? But the sad truth is, that these are meant for those who can afford it. The true citizens of Jamaa are those who pay for their special VIP rights(members), and can truly enjoy the wonderful exclusive luxuries of housing, clothing, adventures, etc. Those who do not pay for such lavish lifestyles may forever live in the shadow of those who do, limited in their actions and lifestyle. This is where the protagonist of the story comes in. In a small house den, lives a tiger by the name of Darine. Living on their tomato farm and garden plots, they had become one of the most successful non-member AJ inhabitants of Jamaa, usually trading their genetically modified tomatoes, which were guaranteed to survive the harsh conditions that came to Jamaa as the seasons changed, for clothing and other necessities, as well as valuable items when possible. Though, this had not always been the case for young Darine. Their life started in very poor conditions, not very different than most of the other non-members. They were treated as poor scum, for all they could afford were measly necklaces, which nobody wanted. Fortunately, they were not one of the many thousands of jammers who quit for that same reason. They were not ready to kick the bucket just yet. They had decided hard labor was going to be taken into account if they were to ever become successful in Jamaa. What with all the other businesses, it was not going to be easy for Darine if they wanted to reach their big break. They had saved up everything they had won from contests, fashions shows they had won using only store-bought items, and had simply gotten as donations from generous members, or friends they had learned to enjoy the company of. After 4 months of this determination, trading for many dusty/unwanted beta products, they had finally reached their goal of a green long collar. "What am I to do with this?" said the confused Darine. For they could not wear the wristband, as it was locked up into a large chest, which he did not have the key too. The reason being, because he was not a member, and so did not receive his "privilege key" for paying. This angered Darine, though did not stop them from making the most of it. "I shall barter it away for something I can use, so I can show the people of Jamaa that we are not that different, and that I, a non-member, can be just as rare as them". So they searched for something worth their time, and money, for in this case they had much to offer. This spiked collar was made of the finest silver, spray painted green. But everyone they met had kept offering him such low level of class items, as they all treated Darine to be a fool, an oaf, an absolute buffoon, who had just gotten lucky in life. Running back and forth in Jamaa Township, looking for someone who had a fair trade made them tired. They decided to take a sip of water from the flowing river near Jamaa's local clothing shop. As they drank from the water, they saw the reflection of a black-hooded wolf who stared at them with a somewhat murderous intent from just over their shoulder. Darine wondered if this person had anything worth their time, and went up to speak to them. "Who goes there?" asked Darine. "None but a simple merchant", replied the Wolf, with an insidious glare. "Do you have anything valuable that I may ask to trade for?" asked Darine. "Of course I do child, that is why I followed you" says the wolf, sounding even even more menacing. "Now child, do you truly know what it means to be successful in this world?" asked the wolf. "No", replied a frightened Darine. "Well then, come child, allow me to show you", said the wolf as they walked to the back of the Jamaa clothing store and instantly vanished, as they appeared to walk through a pile of garbage.... To be continued