Hey, do you want to be a ghost operating a robot exploring abandoned trainyards and fighting giant plants and mutated rabbit swarms? Or did anything in that sentence appeal to you in the tiniest bit? Sign up.
Okay, a little bit more backstory to follow up that stunning hook.
It's the future. Mankind is dead, and the earth has been overrun with a parasite that has turned some of the flora and near all of the fauna into rampaging killing machines. Then came the ghostlanterns, glimmering meteorites from the heavens, from which came spirits of mankind. Though their powers were limited far away from the lanterns, they found that they could equip shards of metal from the meteorites, which eventually became the Chassis of today. So, the ghosts of mankind now fight against the parasites for territory and resources.
You'll be a squad of Forerunners, a cross between explorers and rangers, clearing out new areas for settlement and maintaining order in the border towns.
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Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
cautiously because due to time zones and general unreliableness i have a bad track record with online RPs