There was once a man. He went by the name Marcus Arareium and he controlled absolutely everything. He had screens upon screens set up in one control room that monitored the entire City of Ararerium, so that nothing ever went wrong. Nothing bad ever happened in Arareium. No one rebelled, and there was no reason for it. The city was caught in a moment of the past, and as far as the citizens knew, that was all there is. There were no drugs, alcohol, under age sex, strip clubs, arson, lies, illnesses or death...The only thing you ever had to worry about in this city was not overcooking the roast. Arareium City was a town of innocence and purity.
This all changed one day when a man, one single young man, curiously ventured into the control room. There he found Marcus Arareium sitting, hair grey with age, pressing a few buttons that controlled everything in the city. The man knew then that he, and everyone else, had lived a life that wasn’t theirs. That everything that they had thought they had done by their own choice had been influenced by that one man sitting in that chair. As he realised this something in the man snapped. He went up to Marcus Arareium and killed him. There were rumors that he destroyed the system and now he worked to create a new city filled with the rage and grief of his old life, a city later known as Arum.
Guards were placed at the only entrance into the city, allowing new comers into the city for the first time, and not allowing anyone out. Arum was not a place for holidays, you either came to Arum, or, well, once you’ve checked into the city, you die trying to escape.
The black market got introduced. The only Catholic Church got demolished and a new strip club got put up instead. There were now society ranks, the poor, the average and the rich. Drugs were imported and sold around and rapists, prostitutes, and drug dealers roamed the streets. There was no such thing as school and no such thing as safety.
The man had succeeded; he had created his hell hole. He had officially declared himself the head of Arum under the name 'The Bloody Nightmare' after he crucified a 13 year old girl who tried to preach the old ways of Arareium to young children, in hope to change where the city was going. He relished in the power he had and sat by and watched the city turn into a bowl of madness.
This was Arum, the City of hell.
