Hello Grandmother,

L.A. is a strange place. It used to be a desert, and from what I’ve seen in my life, deserts are places of great magic. It’s a place of used up dreams and dream factories. It’s a pivotal place to visit, if you are looking to have any kind of understanding of the magics in the world. And it’s a place of secret science, where technological wizards create wonders through mechanical trickery. On the surface, it’s a place of illusion. So you can only imagine what lies beneath.

L.A., more than any other power center in the world, is a fractured place. It’s the only city without a master in the grand schemes of Robots and Vampires. Until 2004, it had been controlled by the last Illuminati hold outs, but through the slow ravages of time the last few human rulers lost out to less mortal competitors.

But no one has been able to claim the city. Despite frequent attempts, no individual leader has been able to make the city submit. Over the last five years, many have died trying to make L.A. their own. But so far, the city has no masters. It is a place of immense power, not just because of the millions of humans that course through its veins, but because of all the dreams that reside in it. It’s a city yet to be harvested–for magic or science. And whoever does wrest control of it will find themselves at the center of every major change I see coming.

Over the last few months, I’ve made L.A. my home. It’s a microcosm of everything I fear the world becoming, and all the hopes I believe can be achieved. If I want to fight the war I believe is coming, I know I’ll learn my lessons here. I’m only beginning to understand what this place has to show me, but the more I see of it, the more I realize tomorrow’s fight begins here.

-1159

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