the changing breeds, network (roadhouses) wrote in wanna_rp, @ 2010-10-18 06:36:00 |
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faq | application | premades | holds | drop box The world was ending. Literally. Like rain of toads, plaque of locusts, Four Horsemen, Judgment of God, heaven versus hell, two sides, one Fall, no holds barred. That kind of ending. And then, one day, out of the blue, it all stops. The weather goes back to normal. People are no longer dying en mass. Everything seems right with the world. It's never that simple, though. The monsters come out of hiding then, all bloodthirsty mass murder and possessions. It's almost too much to handle, but luckily, in the backwoods of Kansas, there's a sanctuary of sorts. A haven, where people can go to rest, to regroup, to form hunting parties, to just sit back and relax with like-minded people. Sit back, have a beer, enjoy what little peace and quiet the world has left. Because it's all about to get a hell of a lot worse. |