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August 5th, 2012

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King Robert Baratheon and his Hand, Lord Eddard Stark are dead and the longest summer in history is at an end. War rages in the South over the Iron Throne and the Wall has crumbled under an attack from the turncloak king, Mance Rayder. Wildlings and much worse march South as the days grow shorter and colder, and the old gods and the new only know what the long night will bring. The Starks are always right in the end:

Winter is coming.

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The Vessels: Modern Mythology

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Imagine ineffable power: the sun, stars and sky at your disposal. Imagine a life on high, surrounded by beauty and song (and some blood, because there is always blood). Imagine the sound of your own name as sacred, your likeness a holy object, temples built solely to praise your benevolence. Imagine all that waning with dawn of a new day, and the birth of a three-faced man-god whose worshipers soon outstrip your own. Imagine what you'd be willing to do if it meant keeping a grip on your own glory, and that of those which you loved best.

The mighty and endless Greek gods, compressed down into near-nothing. With Greece's decline and Rome's demise as the end-all to empires, an idea spread amongst the immortal. (Who thought of it first? Olympians? Protogenoi? Did it really matter?) The sanctity of their power might shrivel, but they would gather themselves up and bide their time. There was power left to them. They still had tales to tell.

And so time ticked on. The gods tended their little mortal gardens, choosing those most fit to coexist with. Some of them withered away into the aether. Others gave up on dreams of rising back to power. Others still refused to lie down and die, and more than a handful of them set up shop in the new Rome, New York City. Trite? Overdone? Oh, yes. But the gods are the gods, and the city burns with a familiar, comforting power. Their time is not yet over.

The Vessels is a sandbox-style game which takes the concept of Greek gods reincarnated into mortal bodies, and combines it with a deliberately loose moderating style. Tell the stories you've wanted, but never got around to. Clash against family, lovers, friends or foes. Write out the struggle of what happens when once-omnipotent immortals squat inside normal peoples' bodies. Know your characters, know your concepts, and go play.

Holds now open. Game starts on August 10.

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