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Forum Games and Roleplaying / Re: Secrets: A Structured/Freeform Roleplaying Game
« on: October 04, 2011, 02:12:57 pm »
((Lets not make an official city map. Bending space so you can get to events is !!FUN!!. So we are in Europe?))
Outside a coffee shop, 5 blocks from Atlas Arms (Henry's employer), 1:15 p.m.
Henry was sitting outside a coffee shop just conceptually toying with new weapon designs on paper before something dramatic happened. He looked up to see that several blocks away a pale red mist floated in the air, and nerve-racking screaming could be heard only to be silenced mid-scream. He was too tired to notice earlier, but people were running away from this mist. Henry stayed calm, maybe it was a riot, or at least something logical. Moments later the mist gave way to a thick mist which poured from around the corner of the building several blocks down. Maybe it was the lack of sleep, but Henry swore that it was moving at a slow pace.
He folded and pocketed his papers, whatever was happening he had to know. Chances are it had nothing to do with the serial killings, but this was too strange to pass up, the scientist in him was too interested to leave now. He stood up and started walking towards the fog he decided to that he would have to go past the mist and into the fog, even if it was dangerous. If he was lucky he might just be able to see the cause. "What are you?" he thought coldly to himself as he walked into the fog. As he walked into the dense crimson fog he lost almost all vision and started sticking to the walls. The smell of iron salts filled his nostrils, he removed his coat and draped it over his head with one hand and covered his mouth with the other. The gases would be thinner if he did this since the iron gas was so heavy. He headed into the nearest open building for some shelter while he came up with a plan.
Outside a coffee shop, 5 blocks from Atlas Arms (Henry's employer), 1:15 p.m.
Henry was sitting outside a coffee shop just conceptually toying with new weapon designs on paper before something dramatic happened. He looked up to see that several blocks away a pale red mist floated in the air, and nerve-racking screaming could be heard only to be silenced mid-scream. He was too tired to notice earlier, but people were running away from this mist. Henry stayed calm, maybe it was a riot, or at least something logical. Moments later the mist gave way to a thick mist which poured from around the corner of the building several blocks down. Maybe it was the lack of sleep, but Henry swore that it was moving at a slow pace.
He folded and pocketed his papers, whatever was happening he had to know. Chances are it had nothing to do with the serial killings, but this was too strange to pass up, the scientist in him was too interested to leave now. He stood up and started walking towards the fog he decided to that he would have to go past the mist and into the fog, even if it was dangerous. If he was lucky he might just be able to see the cause. "What are you?" he thought coldly to himself as he walked into the fog. As he walked into the dense crimson fog he lost almost all vision and started sticking to the walls. The smell of iron salts filled his nostrils, he removed his coat and draped it over his head with one hand and covered his mouth with the other. The gases would be thinner if he did this since the iron gas was so heavy. He headed into the nearest open building for some shelter while he came up with a plan.