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Have you ever wondered what the world might be like if certain things had turned out differently?  What if Britain's Empire had never been lost? What if technology, religion, world politics, everything we take for granted had gone a different way?  What if all those things mothers whisper of to their children at night...were real?  What would happen if history had taken a different turn? 

Join the Fractured and find out.  Set in a post-apocalyptic 2080s London, the Fractured takes place in the Clockwork Lullabye universe: so like our own world, but just a bit...different.  Get your fix of steampunk and cyberpunk in equally lethal doses.  Clockwork Lullabye maintains a focus on community and excellent writing, and we're always eager to meet new writers.

 London was once not only a strong city, but a superpower in its own right.   The marvel of the western world, it was the jewel on England's crown and the centre of an Empire that covered huge swaths of the globe. 

Things change. 

Now London is the only city left on the British Isles, and it's been split into sections; each Barony laying down thier own laws and trying to scrape out autonomy agianst a totalitarian government.  There hasn't been an Monarch for decades.  Most of London is hungry, all but those who live in the huge arcology that tries to rule this sprawling city.  The runners and thieves, of course, they do all right.   In New Westminster, engine-bangers work all night on the huge Analytical Engines that run the city.  In Hammersmith and Newham, factories belch out black smoke into the sky, turning out mechanical modifications: new arms and legs, even eyes and ears.  In Islington-Camden, kids hopped up on designer nanite drugs dance their spastic dances to the La La Girls in Trinity Church (now a nightclub), and in what used to be the Docklands, underground rock shows spread the word of a new revolution:  the toppling of CityGov and the restoration of the Monarchy.  It's a crazy, chaotic, sprawling world where not even the fittest always survive. 

Where will you find your place? 

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Where am I?

...is your first thought as you awake on one of many cots in a room of great proportions. You look around, taking in your terrifyingly surreal surroundings. There are others around you, others who are very much like yourself. Some are still sleeping. Others, like you, are just beginning to awake. Some of the early risers look as confused as you feel, but others seem to have more of a grasp on their identity and surroundings. Squinting against the dim light, you can see that the lines of cots extend quite far in every direction, each filled by another drowsy occupant. But you still don't know where you are.

As you wrack your mind, you realize it is frustratingly bare. There's a name, but you're not sure of its significance. You mutter it softly to yourself, and it sounds natural on your lips; you decide that it must be your own. There's an age, too. Also yours, you decide. And the vague recollection that this is not the first time you've woken up on this cot. Perhaps, if you're lucky, you even remember the names of some of your cot-mates. More vividly than anything, there's a number. This number is also imprinted at the foot of your cot, and on the chest beyond. And though you can't see it, that same number has been tattooed onto the back of your neck. That number is the only thing you feel completely sure of. It is your identity.

A male voice, brazen with a rich Russian accent, rings from an unseen loudspeaker, interrupting your quiet attempts at remembrance. You realize that the voice, too, sounds familiar. "Good morn, residents," the voice says, and the sound of it echoes through the large room. "It is Saturday, the twenty-seventh of June. The following residents should report to the laboratory of their respective buildings." Your heart begins to beat faster as he goes through a list of numbers. Somehow, you know that the laboratory is bad news. You know you don't want to go there. But you feel calmer as the voice skips over your number, and you can breathe again as he finishes the daily list. "There are escorts at every barracks door to show you the way to the laboratory if you feel lost. As for those who have not been called, the day is yours. You may go about life as you see fit. Have a nice day." You are relieved. Your number was not called. But you can't help but feel a bit guilty as you watch others as they scramble toward the doors...

WELCOME TO MOLONOV EXPERIMENTAL LABORATORIES!

Whoever you are, you have been deemed an invisible. There must not have been anyone in the outside world who may have cared enough to go looking for you, because one of Molonov's many sharp-eyed scouts picked you up off the streets (or wherever else you came from) and carted you here, to a huge structure in the middle of the uncharted Russian taiga. Your mind has been wiped clean of all pre-experimental memories, apart from the very basics, like your name and age. Now, you are one of six hundred other residents, to be used as labrats for the twisted experiments of the frighteningly wealthy Viktor Molonov and his three associates.

Every week, one sixth of the resident population is chosen to recieve the latest experimental drug in Molonov's crazed search to create the perfect being. These chemicals have varying consequences to their consumers, ranging from things as minuscule as mere cold-like symptoms, to things as dire and serious as death itself.

Think you can dodge Molonov's fatal bullet? See how many times they can pull the trigger before you run out of luck.

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