User:Firenomad

It was a dark misty night in Malton. (Because come on when does the junk ever happen on a bright sun shiny day.) A new unseen face of a young lad had stumbled into a warehouse in Shearbank. He was dog tired from searching for a place to hide all day. He collapsed in an empty corner to tired to check his surroundings for danger. When he awoke it was if a large thick blanket covered his brain. He could not understand why his limb were so heavy, or why his clothes were bloody and had rounds holes in them. He shambled away from that warehouse, and at one point a sharp prick lifted the blanket from his mind. His mind was never quite the same as before, so he wandered the city alone and tired. One day another person (If you can call an empty shell a person.) told him that if he was looking for a group that he could join the one he was in. So the young lad fell into darkness in the hopes of finding a purpose amongest legends.

	Fair Tactics Player
	This user has signed the Coalition for Fair Tactics Player Pledge.