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(RP) My turn for the Garou pimping
Feb. 23rd, 2007 08:06 pmLegacy
Werewolf: The Post-Apocalypse
Commuters throng the city streets, going to work. Banners advertising the 2012 Olympics and a Bright New Future hang from lamp posts. The Thames shines silver as a mirror beneath the morning sun.
The Thames is grey as iron beneath a moonless sky. Here and there are dead and dying trees; even those that still cling to life are withered and unhealthy. Everywhere there are webs, some bright and shining silver, some tarnished beneath the faint starlight.
Despite all appearances, this is a world that is dying. Every year more of its defenders are lost. Every year fewer are born to replace them. They're beaten. But they're not extinct. Yet.
( who would be interested in a Garou game? )
Werewolf: The Post-Apocalypse
Commuters throng the city streets, going to work. Banners advertising the 2012 Olympics and a Bright New Future hang from lamp posts. The Thames shines silver as a mirror beneath the morning sun.
The Thames is grey as iron beneath a moonless sky. Here and there are dead and dying trees; even those that still cling to life are withered and unhealthy. Everywhere there are webs, some bright and shining silver, some tarnished beneath the faint starlight.
Despite all appearances, this is a world that is dying. Every year more of its defenders are lost. Every year fewer are born to replace them. They're beaten. But they're not extinct. Yet.
( who would be interested in a Garou game? )
