First before i begin this tale of subtext and intuition, i must first state a few meta facts about this universe. This story is inspired by ORC CITY the one and only. But its a different universe, think Jojo part 6 ending. Allright here we go


Once upon some time, there was something grand and rich. Some called it a city. A city of orcs, otherwise known as .. ORC CITY *DUN DUN DUNNNNN*
A person in white surrounded by ruins and flames said one thing: "nothing is more detestable than an Orc"
A person in black said: "perhaps"
The person in white says: "flames surround us, and the blood and ash is at least a knuckles worth deep!"
The person in black says: "it could be, or maybe not"
PIW says: "it surely must be so for i measured it not long ago"
PIB says: "how long?"
PIW: "a knuckles depth"
PIB: "no, how long ago?"
PIW: "moments"
PIB: " how many?"
PIW: " I couldnt say"
PIB: "what can you say for sure?"
PIW: "that we're in.... ORC CITY" *MICHEAL BAY BACKGROUND EXPLOSIONS, "ORC CITY" IN BIG FAT RED WRITING ACCROSS THE SCREEN, CSImiamiYEAAAAAAA.wav*


Continue? (Its only just getting started, this is like dipping ur toes into the sea of subtext)