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Post by cnadmin on Dec 9, 2010 14:34:30 GMT -5
Welcome to Courinu, France; despite its radiant beauty that seemingly thrums from the very heart do not be swayed from the unrust that lies just beneath the fickle surface. Courinu is relatively small making anonymity rare and difficult to find. Every other person should know your background, your weaknesses, your secrets. You have been warned. Should you find yourself just beyond the city limits staring into the void that is the city lights marking its beginning and end point wondering just how you got there remember that fate has it's hand in everything. Despite the tourist attractions which serve nothing more than to trap gullible foriegners into their money hounding schemes there comes the price of freedom. The economy continues to rise. Thus dragging in more and more revenue to be locked in some vault underground never to be seen from the prying curious eyes that usually accompany the public.
Much to the dimsay that hangs over the city like a noxious cloud the residents find that their fellow countryman ascertain more to their freedoms than one individual should ever be allowed to maintain. Nudists run free. Most believe their city is stained. Only a small group stands at the feet of adversity. Keeping their heads held high they continue to stick to their morals birthing an ever increasing amount of disdain. Recently they have tried to run control for the city, but failed. They will not stop there. Speculation has begun to surface amongst those that stand against them that their measures will grow in desperation to spread their laurels. Many believe they will throw themselves into harms way in order to preserve their legacy.
Will you beat back fate with iron shackles, or salvage justice from the broken shards? |
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