Post by love love guilty on Sept 16, 2019 10:47:49 GMT -5
It's the year 2019. Or maybe it's 1868. 2030?
Well, it's whatever year that's normal for your character.
Maybe your character was walking to the courthouse, maybe they were on their way to the airport.
Well, it's whatever year that's normal for your character.
Maybe your character was walking to the courthouse, maybe they were on their way to the airport.
Maybe they were on the run - whatever the case may be, the next door they enter leads them right into the lobby of an
apartment complex. Congratulations, you've stumbled into a strange time-warped version of Los Angeles. Somehow still a functioning
city in its pocket of time, the people carry on their daily lives with one caveat: it's not uncommon to see another version of themselves
living an entirely different life, from the past, present, or even future. They're called 'alters', and the paradoxical Los Angeles is stocked
full of them. Everybody else is in the same boat as you: you appeared, you're here now, and 'I dunno how to get back'. Good or bad, your
life's changed now that you're here, and you can't figure out exactly how or why it happened. At least the rent's free at the apartment you were dumped at.
You hear rumors. Sure, every big city has its dangers, but the things you hear aren't really assuring. You know - rampant corruption,
ineptitude of the law, crooks getting away with things they probably shouldn't, a general malaise that has settled across the city that has
made its people indifferent to the suffering of others. You get the feeling that you're not really safe here. If living in a time warp won't kill you,
there's a good chance the people might.
apartment complex. Congratulations, you've stumbled into a strange time-warped version of Los Angeles. Somehow still a functioning
city in its pocket of time, the people carry on their daily lives with one caveat: it's not uncommon to see another version of themselves
living an entirely different life, from the past, present, or even future. They're called 'alters', and the paradoxical Los Angeles is stocked
full of them. Everybody else is in the same boat as you: you appeared, you're here now, and 'I dunno how to get back'. Good or bad, your
life's changed now that you're here, and you can't figure out exactly how or why it happened. At least the rent's free at the apartment you were dumped at.
You hear rumors. Sure, every big city has its dangers, but the things you hear aren't really assuring. You know - rampant corruption,
ineptitude of the law, crooks getting away with things they probably shouldn't, a general malaise that has settled across the city that has
made its people indifferent to the suffering of others. You get the feeling that you're not really safe here. If living in a time warp won't kill you,
there's a good chance the people might.