Post by MM admin on Feb 16, 2008 20:28:22 GMT -5
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You love the night life. Nothing excites you more than the idea of basking beneath the goddess moon. The only problem with indulging your taste for the stars is that you live in the suburban plaza known as Manhattan, New York. You can’t go anywhere without being monitored by the police or thugs that run these parts. So you stalk the streets in a secret form; something to help you get by during the day. You have a normal job and a normal life; other than the occasional appetite for flesh and blood. Your pack is scattered throughout the streets in hopes of keeping the law off of your tail; metaphorically, so to speak. You live in constant danger of being discovered every time you set foot out of your apartment complex or townhouse. As the homo-sapiens collide with the loups-garoux, you find yourself struggling to survive. You find yourself asking “can we trust them?” or “how much harm can they do?” when you’ve known the answer all along.
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You love the night life. Nothing excites you more than the idea of basking beneath the goddess moon. The only problem with indulging your taste for the stars is that you live in the suburban plaza known as Manhattan, New York. You can’t go anywhere without being monitored by the police or thugs that run these parts. So you stalk the streets in a secret form; something to help you get by during the day. You have a normal job and a normal life; other than the occasional appetite for flesh and blood. Your pack is scattered throughout the streets in hopes of keeping the law off of your tail; metaphorically, so to speak. You live in constant danger of being discovered every time you set foot out of your apartment complex or townhouse. As the homo-sapiens collide with the loups-garoux, you find yourself struggling to survive. You find yourself asking “can we trust them?” or “how much harm can they do?” when you’ve known the answer all along.
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