Post by Wing on Jan 2, 2007 13:12:32 GMT -5
&& Knife in Your Gut
Peace is a mere dream to most cats, now, a tale the elders tell to keep kits settled while it snows. This place is called merely ‘the City’ by most of its inhabitants, and it is a merciless, violent place. It’s cutthroat haven, full of tough-ass cats that care only for themselves. Truly caring for another is simply stupid: it’ll only get you killed.
Most humans have been run out of the place, with only street cat gangs, rats, and the occasional scrawny dog to roam the streets. The cat gangs have imposed their own sort of order on the place. There are two basic rules here: Get killed on your own time and Traitors shan’t be tolerated. Follow those and you should be okay…unless someone takes a particular dislike to you, of course, or you’re in the wrong place at the wrong time. For mistakes are ever eternal.
Of course there are loners and mercenaries, hired out by the gangs to do the dirty work, but they’re almost always even tougher than those of the gangs, even the loner kits. They have to be, to survive without someone to watch their back. They have to be - for if their usefulness dies, they're dead.
The City is tense – one wrong step and one could easily plunge the entire filthy place into war. Of course, many of the more bloodthirsty cats might see that as a blessing, not a curse…
Still think you’re tough enough to survive?
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Peace is a mere dream to most cats, now, a tale the elders tell to keep kits settled while it snows. This place is called merely ‘the City’ by most of its inhabitants, and it is a merciless, violent place. It’s cutthroat haven, full of tough-ass cats that care only for themselves. Truly caring for another is simply stupid: it’ll only get you killed.
Most humans have been run out of the place, with only street cat gangs, rats, and the occasional scrawny dog to roam the streets. The cat gangs have imposed their own sort of order on the place. There are two basic rules here: Get killed on your own time and Traitors shan’t be tolerated. Follow those and you should be okay…unless someone takes a particular dislike to you, of course, or you’re in the wrong place at the wrong time. For mistakes are ever eternal.
Of course there are loners and mercenaries, hired out by the gangs to do the dirty work, but they’re almost always even tougher than those of the gangs, even the loner kits. They have to be, to survive without someone to watch their back. They have to be - for if their usefulness dies, they're dead.
The City is tense – one wrong step and one could easily plunge the entire filthy place into war. Of course, many of the more bloodthirsty cats might see that as a blessing, not a curse…
Still think you’re tough enough to survive?
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Searching for active, literate/advanced role-players. Thank you.