❝ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄 𝐖𝐄 𝐃𝐔𝐆 ❞ ┆ 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖌𝖗𝖔𝖛𝖊 .ᐟ

᲼᲼𝙸 𝙽᲼᲼𝙷 𝙰 𝚁 𝙶 𝚁 𝙾 𝚅 𝙴,᲼᲼𝙾 𝙺 𝙻 𝙰 𝙷 𝙾 𝙼 𝙰 ᲼ The year is 1996 in a quiet plane named Hargrove—an isolated, rural town in northeast Oklahoma—known best for its ability to disappear from the world and from history, not excluding its own citizens. The world spins and, so too, does Hargrove . . . but beneath the finality of the world and government, all have conclusively decided it was best Hargrove remained in the old tablets and maps of history. It wasn't always this way. Beloved Hargrove was founded on the precipice of innovation and promised future. Our renowned Mayor Hargrove turned a desolate wasteland of barren earth and tree into a place of solace, a home. Built upon brash stone and cruel earth, the task was no easy feat. With immense effort and delicate care, Mayor Hargrove raised a town worthy of the most impeccable men. It wasn't long until Hargrove became a major national center of lead and zinc mining, shortly after major deposits were found beneath the sullen earth of Hargrove. Founded in the 1930's, Hargrove had always held a soft-spot in the very hearts of our government, promising generational benefits to our cause and burden. . . All was perfect in our humble town. Hundreds upon thousands of citizens and babes have born and died in the swallowing embrace of Hargrove. Men are raised from dirt and grime—only to return to ash and stone. This is our way, our path—no matter how solemn it may be. We work and die for our town, for our Hargrove.