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The game was originally meant to be played using White Wolf's "Mage: The Ascension", and it still forms the foundation for the setting.
This is where you can find the free font "Amerika", which was used for the headline and section titles.
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posted September 13, 2003
I put the beers down on the counter, open all three and hand her one. I chug down about half of another one.
"I don't know what you want to be wrong about, but if it'll make you feel better, I'll tell you you're wrong," I say. "Let's not jump to any conclusions before we get over there."
"I don't know what you want to be wrong about, but if it'll make you feel better, I'll tell you you're wrong," I say. "Let's not jump to any conclusions before we get over there."
"I mean that they've been attacked, and they think that the local Nephs may be the ones involved, but the attackers were new faces to them so they couldn't be sure. They've asked us--you--to come over and verify their suspicions..."
Pen pales slightly as she realizes what she's just said, then unmuffles the cellphone and whispers a couple of words into the receiver. She hangs up but doesn't move. She's trying to maintain her composure, but you can feel this mix of fear and dread and longing just dripping from her.
"Please. Tell me I'm wrong."
Pen pales slightly as she realizes what she's just said, then unmuffles the cellphone and whispers a couple of words into the receiver. She hangs up but doesn't move. She's trying to maintain her composure, but you can feel this mix of fear and dread and longing just dripping from her.
"Please. Tell me I'm wrong."
posted by Midnight Pugger | 6:12 PM
There is indeed beer here. Pete looks pleased.
Pen follows you into the kitchen, with a worried look as she verbally nods into the cellphone. After a couple of moments she pulls the phone from her ears and muffles the receiver.
"We need to go. The Hermetics have requested our presence--well--what's left of them, anyway. Oh, and grab me one on your way out? I may need it."
Pen follows you into the kitchen, with a worried look as she verbally nods into the cellphone. After a couple of moments she pulls the phone from her ears and muffles the receiver.
"We need to go. The Hermetics have requested our presence--well--what's left of them, anyway. Oh, and grab me one on your way out? I may need it."
posted by Midnight Pugger | 2:39 PM