So, here we have our intreped band of adventurues… Well, maybe ‘intreped’ is the wrong word. thinking about it, so is ‘advenutres’. Humm. Okay, so we have a band of what? Con-artists, bounty hunters, gamblers and freak shows. That’s not quite as impressive is it? Ah well, one works with what they have.
And in this merry band of… well, mistfits I suppose, we have a beautiful, deadly and cynical lady known only as BloodRed; A fine upsatnding gent, called Crace Damar, who enjoys the more sinful things in life; Hunter, one who shoots with a bow despite this technological age, and is very partial to green; A cuircus sideshow freak named Dru black who loaves to play with electricity; and a demonic looking AI calling itself DarkLiquid.
So, here is our cast, now on with the show!
Ah.
And so here we hit a slight snag. With being unable to define this crass congregate of to their exactment, no story can really develop, no excitement or action can ensue and I may as well give up the whole thing right here and now.
But I don’t really want to do that. You see, they deserve to have their story told. I’m sure they’ve all been through so much to get here, it’d be a shame to wast the oppertunity, and they all have such wonderful quirks, I’m just dying to get to know them all better – to hear them talk and laughy, to see them cry, to taste there scents. I’d be like getting to know a whole host of new freinds. Hell even to better know those that these characters are based upon.
So I will not give up on them. I’m cirtain that when the time is right, they will step forward and make their stories known to me. They, hopefully, will give up their tales egarly and verbosly, one by one, or as a group – it matters not. Maybe even in time these tales will begin to write themselves and all I will have to do is capture the words as I channel them.
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