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Forum Games and Roleplaying / Conductor's Jubilee
« on: April 18, 2019, 02:51:43 pm »
Conductor's Jubilee: Seven Years of Void and Zilch
The city is enjoying a carnival. As with any carnival, masked faces and listless expressions, almost apathetic to the going-ons around them, shift through a flurry of colors and lights and emotions. You slip out with a group of people in the midst of the climax. Sometimes, not even you can handle losing your identity to a few cheap laughs and more than a few drinks. The rest of the city feels cold and despondent, almost made to contrast the warm and slightly flaming feeling that the center radiates. The air here is musty and the ground - slightly wet, but it’s a familiar feeling, and above that, a nice change of pace.
You pause for a moment. A man sits alone on a rusty orange pipe, sticking out from the ground like a sickly tree. The pipe stretches out, traveling far and beyond the city, as if a spider’s web, the city all within its grasp. If memory serves you right, this man is the notorious Mobster Godfather. Why would he be sitting out here alone in this hour? It must be him, he looks just as the rumors say: blonde hair, shaggy, wearing a long overcoat, and very menacing. He and his petty gang of mooks swindled you out of your money on more than one occasion. Yes, you have determined it to be him, and you will make sure that your fist of justice lands into him, face-first.
Mobster Godfather: 50/50 HP.
The city is enjoying a carnival. As with any carnival, masked faces and listless expressions, almost apathetic to the going-ons around them, shift through a flurry of colors and lights and emotions. You slip out with a group of people in the midst of the climax. Sometimes, not even you can handle losing your identity to a few cheap laughs and more than a few drinks. The rest of the city feels cold and despondent, almost made to contrast the warm and slightly flaming feeling that the center radiates. The air here is musty and the ground - slightly wet, but it’s a familiar feeling, and above that, a nice change of pace.
You pause for a moment. A man sits alone on a rusty orange pipe, sticking out from the ground like a sickly tree. The pipe stretches out, traveling far and beyond the city, as if a spider’s web, the city all within its grasp. If memory serves you right, this man is the notorious Mobster Godfather. Why would he be sitting out here alone in this hour? It must be him, he looks just as the rumors say: blonde hair, shaggy, wearing a long overcoat, and very menacing. He and his petty gang of mooks swindled you out of your money on more than one occasion. Yes, you have determined it to be him, and you will make sure that your fist of justice lands into him, face-first.
Mobster Godfather: 50/50 HP.