Themes: uncertain future, frustration, being lost
Huug wasn’t always called Huug, but the name they were given when the family picked them up instantly felt more real to them than their old one. That was a few years ago now, and Huug can only remember a few broken pieces and snippets of their life before the travelling. Their parents have told them that they are free to follow whatever path opens naturally before them, but they are afraid that this might mean having to leave the family, as they have seen several of their siblings have done before. Maybe they can find within themselves a calling to follow in one of their parents' footsteps? They have talked with Ofelaš, but they only said that with the amount of anger that Huug carries around, they might never be able to see their path clearly. They were not wrong. Huug is angry, and they are looking for a way to deal with it. Their dead-end situation is not helping.
FULL GROUP TEXT
(mandatory for members of the group and Immigration Officers, optional for others - for example various other foreigners)
The immigrant housing occupies one whole wing of La Cage, the more decrepit one, hosting families that are far from home. People love creating distance between one another. Migrants from Graad and Oranje and some undocumented poor souls live here, stuck between horrible jobs in local sweatshops and old dreams. All together, squashed under one roof, the various cultures are clashing and mixing with each other, while everyone is still trying to maintain a sense of belonging. But is it even possible to call La Cage home?
A group of youth "criminals", as some other older folks of La Cage would surely put it. And disgusting ones supposedly! Digging through trash and maybe even through the dead bodies stored in the old morgue. It's almost all bollocks. They do not see themselves that way, of course. They prefer calling themselves "treasure hunters" or "scavengers". That's their jam - getting their hands on rare fortune, diving into the unknown to save poor things from being orphaned and forgotten.
Some young people of Revachol felt lost in life. Nothing made sense and they saw everything around them going to shit. Slowly, they realized what was causing this - the foreigners, bringing in drugs and crime, and the liberals that love them so much. Then, a solution hit them - fascism! The Iron Cadence is formed out of fascists (although the less radical of them prefer being called Traditionalists) of varying degrees. Not necessarily racist fascists, but quite often that. Joined together by a sense of the world being wrong and wanting to put it to right, by staying in SUPREME HEALTH, having SUPREME LEADERSHIP, and basking in SUPREME FRIENDSHIP.
