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Leather, Steel, Lead and Blood: Freedom After Dark
The neon lights of the row of sex shops, package stores, and pawnbrokers shone in a garish glare on the wet blacktop and pavement as Susan headed home from her second job as a second shift waitress, the meager tips she'd earned tucked away in the clutch that she had a death grip on. She skidded on the wet pavement a little, the soles of her shoes worn enough that they were losing their traction, and the laughter and jeering catcalls of a group of drug dealers on the corner rolled off of her like the fat droplets of rain coming down from the sky. Taking her cellphone from her clutch, she was about to call home to see if her mother hadn't fallen asleep watching the kids when a strong arm wrapped itself around her neck and hurled her into a black alleyway, her fall broken only by the mouldering softness of a ripped garbage bag filled to overflowing. A man, he looked like the ugliest transient in the world, brandished a very large and sharp knife and wiped his nose against the sleeve of a ratty Army surplus coat when he said, "You lucky, I just take what I wanna. So don't scream."
It was all visible from the rooftop, and the man standing on it's edge could feel his stomach churn as he watched the scene unfold below. And then he was leaping off, two titanium knife blades scraping against the wall of the building to slow him down, and he collided with the transient, his weapons sinking into the bone as he slashed at the man, silencing him with a raking cut across the throat before he even realized what was happening. The bum was dead before he hit the ground, and the hunched figure standing over top of him turned to look at Susan with a mask obscuring his features and the glow of infrared optics showing around his eyes. "Go home" was the only words that came from the rasping throat, and Susan stood paralyzed for a second before she grabbed at her clutch. She'd never made it home so fast before in her life.
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Government is overreaching it's power, enacting sweeping legislation making outlaws of the costumed heroes of the past.
Organized crime works almost in the open, it's tendrils weaving through every echelon of society and tightening it's stranglehold daily.
Horrors lurk in every shadowy corner of the city, threatening an innocent populace who denies their very existences.
A few stalwart souls are willing to risk everything to fight the forces arrayed against them
but their methods are questionable, and beg the question: how different are they from the bad guys?
Freedom After Dark is a gritty excursion into the superhuman genre set in modern times in the upper northern part of Michigan... the fictional and corrupt metropolis of Freedom City, to be exact. We're looking for a few vigilantes who're willing to take the fight into the darkness in the hopes of getting a little bit of justice... or perhaps revenge. If you're looking for a standard superhero setting, this definitely isn't for you, and we're looking for mature players who can post regularly. Take a look at the site, and if it seems like it's for you, contact us, let us know what you're looking to do. We're planning on getting started soon, and we're looking to hear from you. The site can be located at
http://z8.invisionfree.com/Freedom_After_Dark
And if you're looking to contact us, you can reach me (John) via Yahoo IM at xpg_pincushion or Mari (Co ST/Admin) at maxlog_888 on the same. Mari handles character approval, so really, you should contact her first. If you're looking to contact us via email, reach me at blackaeon@yahoo.com or her at maxlog_888@yahoo.com.