
GM Ari Winter |

Seattle, the Emerald City, glistens like the jewel of its namesake post rainfall. A sea of lights twinkle and flicker, casting their glow across the wet street surfaces. Corporate buildings loom like dark monoliths over low lying areas. They stand as monuments to the power they hold over the lives of all people living in the city, nay, the world. Even those who avoid the dull, artificial glow of light and drift through the shadows depend on corp money and products to survive. Tonight is a night like any other. Another Johnson, another job; and a thousand ways you may end up as a meat meal for worms or ghouls...