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[/i] way. Within this city's limits, certain realities have simply come to be accepted: Politicians are crooked, organized crime is a natural part of the economy, wealth determines development, and perhaps the most troubling of them all: each day, certain areas and certain groups of people are simply forgotten, so that other areas and other groups may be remembered. It may be shameful and it may be wrong, but on the lips of every cynic or realist who's grown up on these streets and learned the way the city works, there remains the unchanging, everyday drone: "That's Bishop for you."

Division is accepted as a natural part of city life: West is set apart from East as North is set apart from South, and while the West Side and the North End of Bishop form a solid alliance, South End would never make such a ready ally of the nearly completely neglected East Side. The rules of division are clear: In West, there rests the wealth that demands authority, and in the busy buzz of North, the foundations for this wealth is laid, but is always supervised by the wizened City Elders of West Side. In South, the everyday man and woman lives his and her everyday life, and they may live out their entire existence without having much say at all in how the city is run, beyond that very weak influence that a vote carries with it. But elections, like everything else in this city, is more or less a game, in which the West Side and North End players seem to make up the rules as they go along. Lastly, there is East Side, the city section where voices are rarely acknowledged and are even more rarely heard. They play their own game and live by their own rules, because as far as the rest of the city is concerned, they might not even exist. They are simply a dark smudge on the map, a place where storm clouds gather and a place into which trouble is knowingly ushered, so that the rest of the city may have a little less of it.

Yeah, that's Bishop for you, and for as long as the city's had legs, it's stood like this: slightly slanted, nonchalant and, at times, even a bit cocky. But there are those within its borders who feel that the status quo doesn't need to be preserved. There are those who feel that subdued voices need to be heard, and that accepted wrongs need to be found unacceptable. In this sea of forgetful strangers, there's more than a few who still believe in human morality, and who still remember that justice and equality aren't supposed to be simply empty words.[/SIZE]
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