The Island of Utter Remoteness

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From the desk of General Atlas.

I believe that it is necessary to fully describe in full detail the attributes of this island. As time goes on, and as we discover more, build more, and explore more will I be able to write more about this place. It is rather astonishing how vast our small island appears to be. To fully delve into the vial of obscurity that shrouds this island will take some time, but with time will we only begin to understand our home. I plan to hire a cartographer one day to assist in mapping out the island, either that or draw it myself if I have to. I will constantly be updating my previous entries, adding new parts of the island so bare with me.

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A Brief History of the Island

Our understanding of where we come from and how we come to be here is limited at it's best. I was born on this island, and my father was born on this island, and is father was as well. The eldest on the island, whom the populous regards as mystical, was born here as well, though his sentences are now just garbled words as his brain has begun to atrophy with age.

Before I was elected into office, there was a City Council who were the nobles that were mandated by their ancestors to rule the island. Their obstinacy to the sciences was so detrimental to the development of our society; due to the lack of designated historians, there is not much I am able to uncover about our island and our being here.

For as long as any of us can remember, the island as been a peaceful culture. There was no allowance of violence to occur due to the mandates of the Council. Although there had been campaigns by certain breadbug to allow for an army to emerge in case of attack, the Council's absolute power would eventually prevail. Because of this way of living, the Breadbug Republic remained a pastoral and agricultural economy. The most arable land was then the most populated area of the island. Surrounding the mountain (or rather large hill that may or may not have been an actual mountain in the past) was relatively flat with rich soil that scientists now say have trace amounts of volcanic ash. There grass grew naturally where the flocks were managed by the pastoralists. Closer to the beaches along the Pearl River (named after the color of the sand at the bottom of the river) vast farms of wheat and corn were grown by farmers, which were most of the men on the island.

We would have remained living this way if not for the complete overhaul of our political system. Because the Council no longer rules over our island in the negative way that it had for years, I have been able to appoint an eager historian to document our new society. Thus this year in the Breadbug Calendar is year 1.

Our understanding of the island is, and really always has been, little. Out of the little folklore that has accumulated in our civilization there is this one story that is basic knowledge to every Breadbug knows. It goes like this:

The Scent
Back in the years of old, before your grandfather's grandfather was alive, there was a boat out at sea. On this boat were our ancestors. They were beginning to loose hope out there on the sea, for they had been out for many a month, searching for dry land. One day, the leader of our breadbug ancestors went up into the crows nest of their wooden boat. His immediate plan was to kill himself, to end the hunger, the pain, the thirst. However when he reached the crows nest, he no longer wanted to die, for up in the crows nest a breeze had flowed by him and this breeze was carrying a scent like no other. This scent smelled like the sweetest of fruits, the most fragrant of flowers, and was crisp from the bottomless sea. For once in his journey he cared not weather they would find land. He cared not for his hunger, pain, and thirst. He cared not if he were to live or die by tomorrow. Instead that night he stayed up in the crows nest with the breeze. The next morning he was up in the crows nest with breeze, and when people began to look for him, he did not care, for the breeze he could not leave. When he awoke again the following day, he was saddened for the breeze was gone so he stood up, prepared to go back down and join his family who were worried about him dearly. When he stood up, however there was a black dot on the horizon. Rejuvenated by the thought of land he directed the boat toward that dot. And that dot was the island that we live on. Upon reaching the island's beaches the leader ran out onto the beach and again he could smell that breeze. He picked up the nearest fruit off the nearest tree and bit into it, the savory juices of this fruit flowing down his chin, and he began to cry. They were joyous tears, for he had to thank the island for saving his life. It was then obvious that we were meant to live on the island, for although we could not find the island, the island found us.

And the story goes on to describe more of how were are the rightful heirs to the island for several more minutes. Weather or not this story is true, we live by it. However as time has gone on, most of use just believe it to be a story rather than fact. Either way, it's the only thing we have related to the subject.

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The Inhabited Part of the Island

The island is a rather large one. We have been able to live here for, as far as we know, several centuries without even taking up an eighth of the island. The island is relatively circular in shape, surrounded by clear ocean waters. The majority of the island perimeter is composed of white grains of sand. However there is a small cliff section of the island. The more flat part of the shore creates a slight harbor that the civilization is based around. From the harbor inland arises as small mountain where the former council buildings had been placed. However after their fall, they were turned into the Administrative Buildings for General Atlas' regime. Farther lower down the mountain in the direction of the harbor are all of the military's buildings. The next tier down the mountain as the land gets flatter are the agricultural lands. Continuing down would be the tier that produces our various machines and other metal power houses. Next farther down the mountain is where the remainder of the population lives. Further down there is a large section of trees that separate the harbor from the rest of the civilization.

Administrative Tier
The administrative tier of the mountain is composed of several buildings. The generals' Manor is built into the top of the mountain like a cliff dwelling. It is comprised of three stories, the top story being the General's private quarters. The second story comprised of guest bedrooms for various representatives of other armies. The bottom story is where the entertainment rooms, dining room, kitchen, and servant's quarters are. The General's Manor is open to the circular administrative tier. The at the center of the tier is The Watching Tower that reaches up above the top of the mountain to see in all directions around the island. Along the perimeter of the circle are the various offices, petal gathering centers, and management centers. Directly opposite of the Manor is the main road that leads down to the Militaristic Tier.

Militaristic Tier
Following the main road, the Militaristic tier resides in a half-circle around the Administrative Tier. Here there is a various assortment of the Army's buildings. The majority of these buildings are the Barracks. The Barracks are arranged in a complex known as the Barracks Storage, where all registered troops live. There is a large ammo storage where all bullets and various artillery shells are kept. Along the edges of the semi-circle are several buildings and hangers where the war machines are held. There are specified roads along the edge of this tier that head straight on down to the beach.

Agricultural Tier
Along the flatter hills that make up this tier is where the main crops that feed the society are planted. Due to the frequent tropical storms that hit the island, there is no need for irrigation. Few of the breadbug civilians actually live in this lifestyle.

Industrial Tier
The peculiar thing about the next two tiers is that they are actually on the same "tier". The industrial half of the bottom tier is considered a higher tier because of it's general importance to the production of the Breadbug Nation. Here is where workers come to dig further into the mountain to collect ores to be transported and used throughout the same tier. Here is where purer metal is liquefied and smelted into the proper molds for vessels, vehicles, and airships.It isn't the cleanest of the tiers and produces the most waste. It is directly down the "street" from the main parking garages and hangers.

Social and Economical Tier
The second half of the lower tier is known as the Social and Economical tier. This section is larger than the Industrial Tier significantly to accommodate for the thousands of Breadbugs that are non-Military. All across this tier are small, closely-packed houses that belong to one average Breadbug family. The average family consisting of two grandparents (from the father's side) two parents, and on average two children. These houses are usually perfect for the size of the family, although some families are larger, and some houses, smaller. Although most of the abodes are one story, it is not uncommon for there to be two stories. The bottom story is usually for the family-run business that a good part of the population run. Of course there are scholars, industrialist workers, and other occupations that are pervasive throughout the population, however the most dominant is of the family-run business that helps stimulate the economy.