Text Box: Cities blend faces together. Hundreds pass by per day, a mix of styles rather than individual characters. Business casual, secular elite, enthusiastic dregs, some more aggressive about personal space and contact than others. People divided into sub species now; predator and prey.

Revolution Inc.

Revolution Inc.

Revolution Inc.

The Revolution is here and now. . .
Text Box: Will you add your life to the struggle?

           Revolution Inc. is an IRC-based, Old World of Darkness RPG Storyline, focusing on Tradition Mage and Hunter Player Characters. While the storyline is still in its infancy, we have a strong core of friendly players and we are looking to build our ranks with more of the same.

 

Our lead storyteller is Livewire, but all the Players run social scenes from time to time for flavor or when the ST is offline.

Character Sheets

 

Heroes (?)

 

Villains

 

Maps, Diagrams and Pictures

 

Bulletin Board

The Revolution is best viewed with Firefox in 1280x1024

Join the Revolution on IRC at irc.darkmyst.org #RevolutionInc #Revolution_Dice

It's time for work, it's time for lunch, you can see the masses swarming. Even if you're not part of the machine, you find yourself in the middle of it too often, an unwilling cog as you consume, generate waste, and stimulate growth. One might wonder if that's all we are, parts being chewed and recycled when depleted. One might wonder if anyone else shares these thoughts, even as a fleeting catch of gaze with a stranger seems to confirm secret thoughts.
Text Box: Lights blink above you. A plane flies overhead with unknown passengers on an unknown destination. Below them, the radio tower of a high rise complex, apartments, offices perhaps, but the cold black glass deflects the gaze, symbolic of the ambiguous building refusing to answer simple questions.

Walking on the street, the buildings form the trees, street lights form the fungus (that alien substance which seems to function on different principles, one of pure courtesy with nothing required in turn), highways become the river which carry people much quicker to destinations, but at the easy risk of being overturned and dragged below the current. While the street then, and the sidewalk, are fertile ground where the forest denizens all struggle for survival.
Text Box: A taxi speeds by under a yellow light, catching sight of the rear passengers as they chat idly, and you imagine them just walking out of a posh restaurant with a delicious nightcap on. Their faces are forgotten the moment they're away, when some new bit of light and sound is working for your attention... and potentially your earnings. Stare not long, however, into the figurative infinite mobile of billboards and JumboTrons, for already and forever there seem to be youths about paying too much attention to who is not paying too much attention.

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