Post by Aurelian Florentin on Apr 19, 2011 2:12:22 GMT -6
Take a look around. What do you see? That smoke in the distance? Probably human bodies burning, killed because the Zhivotnoye are cold. What are they? They're our destroyers. Our mistakes. Evil Incarnate to most believers.
So. You don't think that demons are real? Well, we're living in hell. We fight each day just to survive. Some ask why even bother these days. Why we struggle day in and day out for something we can't even dream to attain once more. And what is that you ask? Freedom. Life.
The beasts tear apart our cities, rip the flesh from our bones as we breathe, conquer our kingdoms, controll our lives. This small ruined city. This is all thats left. THose blocks over there used to be a building. Those huts used to be mansions. Those fires in the distance, could have been our loved ones. But we would never know.
We're afraid to walk outside. We're afraid to sleep, afraid to dream. Afraid to live. All because of the Zhivotnoye. They appeared a 60 years ago, seemingly out of nowhere. At first they only took the worthy, the ones that committed wrong. Many thought they were demons, taking those that deserved it to hell. But then they were eaten too.
So now what? Well, now we've learned how to survive. We take the bodies of the ones we kill and study them, looking for their weak points, looking for ways to kill them faster. But that doesn't always work either. They adapt, change each time we find a way to kill them, to destroy them. And their hives. Their dens. That's the sweet spot. That's where we gotta hit them. But no one has ever come back alive from a den fight....
Who goes after them eh? The Gangs. Oh yes, they're the reason we survive. Those Gangs.... There's four of them right now. La Mort is the worst, killing civilians as well as those creatures. Killing anything that gets in the way. Incendie is just interested in doing right for it's people, getting revenge for their fallen. Faucon, well, they're alright, fight for the people, as long as you pay them the right price. And Noir? Well, Noir is old news. Failing and falling away into little pieces of dust. At least that's the rumor.
Of course the gangs fight each other, when they can anyways. It's their goal to reunite under one power after all, and that power goes to the strongest, the toughest, the richest, the smartest, the fastest.
So. Now you're faced with a decision. Do you chose the path of the Righteous? The path of the Helpless? Or the path of the Damned? Do you fall to those brutes? Do you give yourself to a gang? Or do you fall to your own misery and wander this dark road forever? Whatver you choose, you're stuck with until death grips you in it's painful clutches....
So choose wisely.
So. You don't think that demons are real? Well, we're living in hell. We fight each day just to survive. Some ask why even bother these days. Why we struggle day in and day out for something we can't even dream to attain once more. And what is that you ask? Freedom. Life.
The beasts tear apart our cities, rip the flesh from our bones as we breathe, conquer our kingdoms, controll our lives. This small ruined city. This is all thats left. THose blocks over there used to be a building. Those huts used to be mansions. Those fires in the distance, could have been our loved ones. But we would never know.
We're afraid to walk outside. We're afraid to sleep, afraid to dream. Afraid to live. All because of the Zhivotnoye. They appeared a 60 years ago, seemingly out of nowhere. At first they only took the worthy, the ones that committed wrong. Many thought they were demons, taking those that deserved it to hell. But then they were eaten too.
So now what? Well, now we've learned how to survive. We take the bodies of the ones we kill and study them, looking for their weak points, looking for ways to kill them faster. But that doesn't always work either. They adapt, change each time we find a way to kill them, to destroy them. And their hives. Their dens. That's the sweet spot. That's where we gotta hit them. But no one has ever come back alive from a den fight....
Who goes after them eh? The Gangs. Oh yes, they're the reason we survive. Those Gangs.... There's four of them right now. La Mort is the worst, killing civilians as well as those creatures. Killing anything that gets in the way. Incendie is just interested in doing right for it's people, getting revenge for their fallen. Faucon, well, they're alright, fight for the people, as long as you pay them the right price. And Noir? Well, Noir is old news. Failing and falling away into little pieces of dust. At least that's the rumor.
Of course the gangs fight each other, when they can anyways. It's their goal to reunite under one power after all, and that power goes to the strongest, the toughest, the richest, the smartest, the fastest.
So. Now you're faced with a decision. Do you chose the path of the Righteous? The path of the Helpless? Or the path of the Damned? Do you fall to those brutes? Do you give yourself to a gang? Or do you fall to your own misery and wander this dark road forever? Whatver you choose, you're stuck with until death grips you in it's painful clutches....
So choose wisely.
