by ChristianC » Thu Jun 26, 2003 3:52 pm
It's the last night of the year. Celebrations have already begun in the usually quiet and decaying city of Gary, a stark contrast to the great and prosperous city of Chicago. People hurry through the streets, trying their best to ignore brutes, punks and other dregs that lines the street, waiting for an easy prey. The usually quiet city is bustling with life, but as the city itself the people have abandoned all hope, all faith in themselves and the city. Farther out from town, in the wastelands, old steel factories stands as empty shells, home for the abandoned and hated homeless and the orphans.
Every once in a while some person stops to look away from the city, to look at the grand buildings of their neighbouring city, and then to look down, as if not worthy to behold such a sight. Misery is a horrible enemy.
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On the hills, overlooking the city, are the estates and mansions of the once-rulers of Gary, steel barons and wealthy officials, now rotting husks of what was once and will never be. Their silhuette visible against the moon's pale, sparce features.
In one such mansion a light is lit. Barely visible, for the windows are covered with heavy drapes. Inside the house a gathering is to start, a gathering not seen in Gary for little over 20 years. A gathering of the undead.
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During the past month, several small, gold decorated letters have been delivered to the kindred. Whether through shared contacts, known hunting grounds or simply by mouth-to-mouth, these letters have found their way into the hands of all those of the elite, undead society of Gary.
Written in the letter, with a thin and very decorative style, it can be read:
<div style="text-align:center"><span style="font-family:georgia;">My Dear Friend,
As you know, this year is coming to it's end, and with it, another successful year of my, Modius, Prince of Gary, reign. Once it was in tradition for me to host a celebration of sort at the end of each year, where all were invited to say farewell to this year's disappointments and successes and instead look forward to the next year's awaiting surprises.
Time has not, however, been kind to this city, or us for that matter. Lodin, that accursed excuse for a kindred, have conflicted with me about control over Gary, even going as far as to destroy the very business we have lived on. But no more. As of this night, the tides of change will once again be upon us, making this city into what it used to be.
It is therefore with great hopes I invite you to attend this gathering and join me as I, and the other of our kind, celebrate and socialize. The celebration will start at 9 p.m, I expect you all to show up at least in time for the fireworks.
Your prince, Modius</span></div>
Naturally, this sort of thing is a must-to in the eyes of the undead. Meeting another of one's kind is hard in Gary, and perhaps contacts can be made in this festivity. Otherwise, it is always enjoyable not to have to hide yourself from the rest of the world.
((OOC - Introductions for your characters when you wake up. You all wake up some time between 7 and 9 p.m, so there's no need to fret. Try to write as descriptive as you can, and do not stress to get to the party. Both Miles and Selynu are short of blood (Miles have 5 of 11 blood points and Selynu have 4 of 11) so hunting could perhaps be adviced?
Any way, enjoy the game. And should anyone feel a need to join this game, pop to the OOC thread for this game and we'll see what we can do))