Purgatory...
What comes to mind when you hear that word?
Does it invoke religious imagery? Of a spiritual half-way house where you’re scrubbed up just a little more before you enter true Paradise?
If so, you’re one of the lucky ones. For the rest of us, the word invokes a festering pustule of a city. A place where- if you’re lucky- you’re more likely to get your clock cleaned than your soul.
“How bad is it?” You ask. Let me put it his way: If there isn’t a mob racket in your neighborhood, then there’s likely a black market for highly advanced arms dealers to peddle their wares to the local gangs. If you’ve got neither of those, you’re not off the hook yet; there’s still sinister cultists committing atrocities in the name of their Dark Deity Du Jour.
“But what about the Authorities… Can’t they do anything?” Good Question. That depends on who you’re talking about. The local cops? There’s only so much the good cops can do, thanks to bureaucracy. The Feds? Good luck. They’ve got, ‘bigger fish to fry.’ Or as I like to put it, they prefer locking up perfectly good Supers for not being ‘registered’ as opposed to taking care of the real problems that plague our streets.
I don’t know about you, but I’m sick of this crap.
That’s why I’m putting together a group of supers. These guys will be independent, unbridled by corporate or government strings. That way, we can deal with the filth that likes to think it owns this town.
It’s time to free this city from the evil that has it chained. It's time to show the government that they're doing more harm than good by restricting Superheroes.
It’s time for…
***Retribution in Purgatory***
Issue 1: Hell's Welcoming Committee
July 15th, 10 PM
Just outside the Abandoned Construction Yard
“If you have received this message, then that means one thing: You have been selected as part of a special project... One that will attempt to purge this city of the depraved sociopaths that inhabit it.
If this is what you desire, come to the Abandoned Construction Yard near the outskirts of town. We’ve got some business to discuss.”
...So said the note that you mysteriously received. And apparently, you weren't the only one that received this message. It appears three of you received the same invitation, and the lot of you bumped into each other just outside the meeting place.
What comes to mind when you hear that word?
Does it invoke religious imagery? Of a spiritual half-way house where you’re scrubbed up just a little more before you enter true Paradise?
If so, you’re one of the lucky ones. For the rest of us, the word invokes a festering pustule of a city. A place where- if you’re lucky- you’re more likely to get your clock cleaned than your soul.
“How bad is it?” You ask. Let me put it his way: If there isn’t a mob racket in your neighborhood, then there’s likely a black market for highly advanced arms dealers to peddle their wares to the local gangs. If you’ve got neither of those, you’re not off the hook yet; there’s still sinister cultists committing atrocities in the name of their Dark Deity Du Jour.
“But what about the Authorities… Can’t they do anything?” Good Question. That depends on who you’re talking about. The local cops? There’s only so much the good cops can do, thanks to bureaucracy. The Feds? Good luck. They’ve got, ‘bigger fish to fry.’ Or as I like to put it, they prefer locking up perfectly good Supers for not being ‘registered’ as opposed to taking care of the real problems that plague our streets.
I don’t know about you, but I’m sick of this crap.
That’s why I’m putting together a group of supers. These guys will be independent, unbridled by corporate or government strings. That way, we can deal with the filth that likes to think it owns this town.
It’s time to free this city from the evil that has it chained. It's time to show the government that they're doing more harm than good by restricting Superheroes.
It’s time for…
***Retribution in Purgatory***
Issue 1: Hell's Welcoming Committee
July 15th, 10 PM
Just outside the Abandoned Construction Yard
“If you have received this message, then that means one thing: You have been selected as part of a special project... One that will attempt to purge this city of the depraved sociopaths that inhabit it.
If this is what you desire, come to the Abandoned Construction Yard near the outskirts of town. We’ve got some business to discuss.”
...So said the note that you mysteriously received. And apparently, you weren't the only one that received this message. It appears three of you received the same invitation, and the lot of you bumped into each other just outside the meeting place.
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