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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Turanil" data-source="post: 2683825" data-attributes="member: 9646">New York city empty of inhabitants and slowly crumbling, with rusted vehicles lying around. A sudden gust of wind in the street blasts dust and old papers across your path... But apart from the breeze whispering between the mute skyscrapers, you feel overwhelemed by the silence that reigns over the city.Meanwhile, you regularly hear a car running away in the distance, seemingly always the same, although not in the same direction, but you never encountered it anyway. It's more like a ghost sound reverberating from a dead and forgotten past... Then you reach the Waldorf Astoria hotel, and to your surprise an employee is still sitting at the desk, greeting you when you enter the abandoned place. This is a polite robot, still in working condition, but unaware of what has befallen to the world around him. Nonetheless you are not alone in New York city. Some nights you see a strange and unpleasant green light hovering above a building, then disappearing fast into the blackness. And then you will see them, bathed in ethereal light, performing incomprehensible operations while a vehicle of their own hovers above a few feet away : the Grey... What are they doing here? Should they not be just a legend? In any case, you will eventually find a living being in New York city. A human being, not disfigured by any sort of mutation, but probably gone mad from remaining alone for untold years. A native American, garbed in the traditional clothes of his people, and muttering to himself. Most of the time he sings in Lakota, sometimes speaking to people he only seems to see, spirits of the past... and "others" he says. He won't appear surprised to meet you, pretending to have heard about your coming from the spirits in his dreams. Maybe the old chief is a seer, a mystic of some sort, although he will deny being a medicine-man; or maybe he is just a fool. Who knows...</blockquote>

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