The Mechanical Era

Kyle and his family were preparing to leave their home. A few days prior, the family had taken the clothes from their closet, folded them neatly, and placed it into a wooden chest. While the girls were excellent at their job in terms of cooking and packing clothes, thanks to their experience, the boys who tried to help often messed it up and had to hand it over to the women to handle it.

Instead, they helped their father, who took their farmer tools and placed them inside a wooden box. Although there was not a lot to take, it was all that they had. Once everything was in place, and the house was cleared out, they had all gone to bed.

As the night sky started to slowly fade away as the sun was an hour and a half away from coming up, Kyle managed to wake up, along with his wife. They got to wake up their children to get ready before the caravan once they arrive.

They made sure to clean their teeth, eat their breakfast, and put on their best attire for the occasion. As soon as they were finished, the caravan he hired with some of his savings, had stopped by outside his home. Kyle and his 2 boys got to loading it with the wooden boxes filled with their clothes, valuables, and gun.

"Alright, everyone. Hop in!" Kyle instructed as soon as he finished packing up the caravans. While his family got on the caravan, he went back to his house and walked inside. He took a look good at it, remembering all the memories he had made in his place. He had lived in this place ever since he was a child.

Kyle couldn't believe that he was about to leave this place, to be destroyed to build those weird buildings. He was born in this house, his parents were born in this house, as well as his own children. He felt a little sickness strike his stomach as if he doesn't want to go.

"Hurry up honey! We will be late!" his wife called out to him. Upon hearing her, he says one last goodbye, locks the door and heads back to the caravan.

"Where to, sir?"

"The nearest port. Take the shortest route." Kyle instructed. With that, the caravan started moving, followed by the one behind. They move through Industrial District 1, looking onward at the large stone buildings that surround them.

They have noticed that there are more railway tracks on the ground, far more than before. There appear to be some new buildings, buildings that looked to be tram stations, but do not look as if it was intended for civilian use.

The family soon arrives at the port. The sailboat they were meant to board was rather small, in comparison to the other ships present. Made mostly of wood, with its ability to thrust being the sail, it should be able to get the families to the other side within 30 minutes or less. There were a bunch of other families present, all busy loading up the sailboat with their cargo. Kyle soon drops down and gets his boys to help to load in their stuff.

As he was doing so, a man wearing a navy suit and a straight navy blue tie, holding a clipboard in his hand, appeared in front of him. He asked whether he was a farmer who used to live in the, now 'Industrial District 1'. Kyle, being the honest man, said yes.

"What is your name, sir?"

"Kyle. Kyle Moneymaker." The man checks his clipboard for the name, using his finger to go through every one of them on the list.

"Kyle Moneymaker... Kyle Moneymaker... Ah, here you are!" he points out.

"I assume you remember to bring your keys? We will need it to bring over any furniture and farm animals that you may possess." Kyle reaches into his pocket and showed the keys off. The man extended his hand, signaling him to hand it over. Without resistance, Kyle complied. The man puts the key into his pants pocket.

He then makes his way into his breast pocket and takes out a piece of paper and a pencil. On the paper, he writes something down, before handing over the piece of paper to Kyle. He then writes something down on his own clipboard, before instructing Kyle on what he needs to do.

"When you get to the other side, make sure to hand that to the guide. He will tell you what cabin is yours, and the keys to it. Alright?"

"Alright, sir. Thank you." Kyle replied. The man smiled and left him alone. Kyle takes a look at the paper. There was a number written on it in the middle, with something written down below with a pencil, presumably his name. Once he looks at it, he places it in his pocket and gets back to loading his and his family's stuff.

Another hour passes by. The sun now peaks its head over the horizon, covering the land with its yellow light. The families, for whom all had arrived in time, pack inside the large sailship. With everyone finally here, the ship pulls up the anchor and sets sail to the other side.

They soon arrive at the small port, meant for ships its size. They soon dock and get off through the bridge. As soon as Kyle got off the ship, he took a whiff of the air that surrounds him. Unlike the smelly air of the Industrial District that plagued his family while he lived there, he got to smell fresh clean air once more.

ραпdα nᴏνa| сom "Everyone, can I please have your attention?" Kyle looked to see who it was. It was another man who had a clipboard in his hands, similar to the guy before. Unlike the previous one, this one was wearing a reed flower green tunic, nettle leaf breeches, and calfskin boots.

"I will be your guide for today. Please hand over the paper you received on the other side?" he asked. The families soon came over and handed the paper to him.

"Alright. Thank you, everyone. Now, I want you all to load up your stuff on the rear end of the caravan convoy. Do not worry about your possessions. Their crates are markers so we can identify which one belongs to who," the guide instructs.

Soon enough, the men start to load up the caravans with their boxes. The caravan convoy consisted of up to 25 caravans, with the ones at the rear intended for their luggage, while the ones in front meant to carry the farmers. Once the caravans were all loaded, the families got on.

While the men got on the first five caravans, their wives and their children got on to the remaining caravans. Once all 100 farmers were safely inside and comfortably seated, the convoy begins their journey.

The road taken consisted mainly of a dirt path on a flat grassland. In the distance, to the east, they can see a large ominous forest enacting as a safe zone for any predators to come, watch and coordinate an attack to hunt any settlers in the area.  However, with the power of the FLM-18RC on their hands, the men were all brave enough, or felt safe enough, to come to risk their lives for a chance of owning their land.

On each side of the dirt paths, was a wooden fence, indicating where their plot of land is located. Inside each plot of land, they can see a wooden cabin near where the gates. The caravans stop at the gates and call out the plot of land to the owner.

Once the name was called out, a man drops off a cart, along with his family members. The guide then hands them over a key and helps them to get their luggage. Once they have everything they need, they move in, just like that.

This continued on until they reached Moneymaker's plot of land, which was situated near the forest, and the coast, near the river. By that point, it was the middle of the day, and they were the last family remaining at that point. On the way, they were told where the wells of the area were, and where they can get safe water to drink.

"Kyle Moneymaker? This is it." the guild told him. He gets off the caravan along with his family. They then take their luggage with them and walked over to the gate. The family walks on the dirt path and reaches the front door. From the outside, the cabin appears to consist of two stories, being mostly made of wooden planks and logs.

Kyle unlocked the door and headed inside. There appears to be a fireplace, connected to the chimney. It was made out of stone, stuck together with cement. He was rather thankful for its inclusion, otherwise, his family might freeze in the winter.

As they explore the cabin more, they were surprised by all the amenities built in. They managed to count two bedrooms, one for Kyle and his wife, and the other for his three children. There was also a sizable dining room, a kitchen, and a bathroom. The home itself was devoid of furniture, with nowhere left to sit or eat.

Kyle walks out of the house and looks around the plot of land he owes. From what he was told, the palace had granted him a land area of 1 mile², a rather large area for a farm. The grass itself, which was about 4 inches tall, appeared and felt rather fertile, perfect for crops to grow.

"Honey, how is it? What do you think?" his wife asked, who followed him out. Kyle stayed silent for a minute, before responding.

"This... this place is rather nice. I can work with this." Kyle commented.