9th Bridge
Welcome to Bridgetown where gold flows like a river through the streets, into the pockets of the cunning and cruel. Nine great bridges span the river, and nine powerful individuals act as masters of the river, using the power and influence that comes with their title to their own ends. At least until yesterday. Today the master of the ninth bridge is dead, his son missing and presumed eaten, and now all that power and influence are there for the taking. There isn't a resident alive who wouldn't try and claim that power for himself, and when the Mayor announces a competition to discover who will be the new Master of the Ninth Bridge, they will prove willing to climb over their neighbours to take the prize. The competitors are driven, ambitious, and have years of connections, favours, and influence within the city to exploit to take the prize. Just imagine their faces if an upstart nobody from out of town was thrown into the mix. A Winters man, a family name almost as infamous as the town itself. As I recall, the last chap with such a name was burned alive in his own factory, but I'm sure this one will do a little better. Well...He's probably going to die. I give him
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Deadfall
The world five minutes into the future is a world far different from our own. Devastation to an extent which we can only dream of in our nightmares plague the Earth and desolation walk hand in hand with fear and contempt. Disease, famine and war have scarred the surface of the land and where people once lived in prosperity, now there is nothing but an empty space where hope once flourished. Where towns and cities stood, in their place now stand examples to a scarred world as vast domed constructions gaze down over the landscape, passing their own quiet judgement on mankind’s folly. These are the city states and are all that remains of society, all that remains of hope... But even inside these vast complexes, the very degradation of society prospers, breeding contempt and deceit within the lower levels of the cities, while the rich grow richer, looking down from on high. Each city state is connected via a series of hollow Deadfall iv tubes which run above the hostile ground, standing at over one thousand feet in height and supported by vast concrete legs, piled deep into the damaged surface. The transit system operates by a network of tube-trains, transporting populace, trade and consumables from state to state without the need the transverse the outlands of the planet. This is the future. This is the new world. This is the world with no hope. Welcome to life... Welcome citizens... Welcome to Earthshock..
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