The Iron Republic
"Factory-engines roar like false lions. Blood thunders in the dock-pipes. Crimson lightning skitters across the deck, leaps to the rail, coils there like a cat. The city is reflected in glassy-calm harbour water: the citizens there have the heads of dogs and serpents."
"Hell has brought freedom to the Iron Republic: freedom from all laws, even those of nature."[1]
The Iron Republic is a province governed by Hell located south of London. The laws here from the societal to the physical change daily, so the region is in a constant state of chaos.
UNDER CONSTRUCTION
Today in the Iron Republic...[edit | edit source]
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– a boy and his mother built a snowman out of factory ashes. Or did the snowman build them? Would that make him or them an ash-man? I can't tell; they're all the same gray color. Everyone is gray here, the factories are gray, the beggars are gray, even the docks are gray. And by gray I mean screaming. The boy is screaming. The snowman is screaming. I am screaming –
