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![]() Welcome to the City of Melbourne. Melbourne is the capital of Victoria, Australia. It's known for its fashion, food and sports. You can find anything you desire from the latest fashions to something comfortable to go running in. There's French, Italian, Indian, Chinese, MacDonalds and just about everything in between. Want something? You're sure to find it here. It is also well known for its arts boasting many choirs, orchestra's and even a local writers festival. The atmosphere is energetic, exciting and you can't help but get drawn into it. |
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Master Reaver of Reaver Industries has apparently absconded. We require his presence in the Royal Court, for one reason or another. In addition, the staff at his Bowerstone estate are becoming restless. His manservant Hatch will soon be relying on other Albion citizens as foo-no, fodd- hang on, er... Ah. The number of chickens has dwindled. It won't be long before he finds a body in his bedchamber, and no, the reason for that won't be 'the usual'. It can't be, owing to the amount of blood and gristle that'll be coating the rug. Interested Reaver players: please send an AIM message to bythemoonsofmer. ![]() |
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On Christmas Day 2012, four days after the scheduled “end of the world” panic, the world came to a screeching halt. An asteroid, larger than any that had come into contact before, struck the moon, knocking it out of its place in orbit and just a bit closer to the Earth. The resulting events were catastrophic, Tsunamis buried whole cities, even states in a matter of moments. Earthquakes killed millions. Volcanoes all around the world, spewed hundreds of tons of ash into the skies, blocking out the sun and turning the world a bleak shade of gray. That was months ago and now for a small band of survivors who’ve managed to make their homes in a small subdivision of duplex homes located in the heart of Blythville, things don’t seem to be getting better anytime soon. Food is growing scarce, fuel is a rarity in and of itself, and time seems to be no one’s friend. | |
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GODS REAWAKENED Something is stirring in Newport Beach, California. |
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