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player driven roleplaying-oriented "ExtremePoL" 4e PbP game starting at first level.
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For the last one hundred years no one has left your town. You've tried to walk out yourself, but there is a line, perhaps half a kilometer out, where you find yourself stopping. No matter how hard you try, you can't take another step.
Almost all of the people in the town don't seem to think this is odd. But it bothers you.
You've seen books, moldering old things, often burned for heat when it gets cold.
If you ask almost anyone in town they'll say, oh, those are from the past. they aren't important now.
You aren't so sure. You're sure the pages after pages of scribbling mean something. Something important.
Your neighbors skin is transparent, you can see his organs. You say that's strange, but he mildly says that he's always been this way.
You feel convinced when he first says this, but when his hollow-boned daughter sneezes and cracks her rib you feel an abhorrent overwhelming feeling of wrongness.
Recently you've started to feel that you aren't alone., there are a handful of others in the town who feel the same way.
For the last one hundred years no one has left your town.
But one day soon that will change.
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