Creation 2

If I remember as far back as I can, I can see the beginnings of Perris-Beauchamp. The process was an amalgamation not nearly so mysterious as the Big Bang or Kennedy's assassination, lots of people saw it, few noticed it. But PB formed in the same way you can get distracted by trash blowing in the wind, everything about the construction was periphery. It happened in the Aboriginal dances, beneath the floorboards of the western saloons, in the earliest Italian mafias. People toss things away, some they realize and some they don't, but ideas pool like rainwater, follow power lines and gulleys, no idea was ever lost. But some ideas do go to hell, mostly the really good ones, the ones too good to ever come to fruition in real life, that are too strong to come out of just one person, all the consuming ideas bigger than their originator, and they keep growing until he goes to hell, too. Perris-Beauchamp may be semi-calm but no one ever alluded to it being the happiest place on earth. There's blood in the hills and some bones, too, every world is built on a skeletal structure of people who won't be appreciated in their lifetime, Perris-Beauchamp isn't above that. Part of it scowls, hates those walking on its back, wants to shake you off. But your brain has those same thoughts about you. If you actually focused on your periphery, you would find Perris-Beauchamp and all the greys, all the birds fly in the direction you think they will, it senses your intent, knows how you want tested. The world is full of non-fiction heroes making it up as they go along.