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It was a brilliant plan, one without
flaw. No one could find fault in such a perfect idea. It was simple really,
Optopia-8 was a planet of only water, not a single plot of land above the
water’s surface. Thus a fortress built on the planet would have a natural
defensive advantage. Only attacks from the sea or air could fell such a structure.
Since there was no need to spend an ounce of labor on land defense, air and sea
defense would be so much easier.
It was a wonderful plan, but most
refused to acknowledge its splendor. Governments, militaries, and guilds wanted
nothing to do with the water bound fortress. With no official support, the fort
would need to funded out of pocket. There were private investors and plenty of
laborers who could use the work so that wouldn’t be a significant problem, but
it was an added bit of frustration. They’d see the error of their ways one day.
It was an excellent plan, but few
could understand the details. It took years to get the fortress built up to a
livable standard. Three long, storm and hunger filled years. The laborers were
paid but were still upset by the conditions. The investors had their fortress
but were not pleased by how long it took. They’d soon see, once the fort proves
to be untouchable it’ll all pay for itself.
It was a perfect plan, it was
without fault. While not complete the fortress was solid enough to weather
storms and raids. Some opportunistic thugs and thieves tried to sink the mighty
fortress, but they couldn’t even land on it. Their attack by air was repelled,
and their assaults by sea ended disastrously for them. What horrors would have
occurred if they had reached the fort? A pointless thought, because that could
never happen.
It was a faultless plan, but not
without consequences. As the fortress was filled and further constructed, the
laborers and staff began to feel off. Perhaps it was the confined, artificial
space, it was not like they could go outside and stretch their legs. They
missed the sensation of solid ground and had grown to despise the smell of
seawater. Understandable frustrations, but they needed to hold out a little
longer. Soon it would be all worth it.
It was a brilliant plan, at one
point at least. Tensions were high, the discomfort was tremendous, and the
money could not solve any of it. Success, it was just around the corner, but
the staff couldn’t stand it anymore. There were fights, raw emotions, and
misplaced aggression. Usually, such a thing would hopefully pass with time, but
it persisted. Then those thugs returned, better prepared and even more
determined. The coordination needed to repel them couldn’t be mustered again.
The thugs got their wish to sink the mighty fortress, although I don’t think
they intended to be on it when it did. This shouldn’t have happened the fort
was so close to perfection, right? It was a flawless plan, a wonderful plan,
but could it have gone any differently?
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When you have grand ambitions it's easy to be blind to your smaller faults. Of course, even the smallest faults add up overtime.Until next time, Read, Comment and Enjoy
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