Useless oil slicks Corrupt. Oil coats the tops of the Lakes of Corrupt in grey-green and black swirls. Corrupt Armies march through the barren land on their way to torment others. Corrupt spies sneak into other lands. The good spies escape into other lands and turn their backs on Corrupt. The rest carry out the orders that come from the Towers of Corrupt. The Corrupt invite visitors and seek to fill the ranks of their armies.
“They are easy to spot,” whispers Miss Doe Friend. “Oil oozes from their mouths and they leave oily handprints and footprints.”
“They are actually made of oil,” says Miss Emeline. “They rise from the Pits of Corruption and into those pits they will return.”
Inside the warehouse Evil has winding chambers and passageways without windows. From the outside, it’s a long straight box. Evil looks in upon itself.
The Evil grow alone in vats. They live in cramped spaces where they sort objects. They dress in grey shirts and slacks with tight black belts and shoes that pinch.
They open the garage doors of Evil and take recruits from the armies of Corrupt into their laboratories. They pray over the Corrupt as they perform experiments upon them.
“We wish to make stronger soldiers,” says the Evil scientist.
In Evil, everyone thinks everyone else is in charge or knows more than they do. They instinctively follow the entrenched system of Evil.
“They could leave at any time, exiting into Corrupt, and escaping as a spy,” says Miss Emeline Traveler. “But the Evil just don’t think of this. They continue to do Evil and poison the place from within.”
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