Post by Epilogue Admin on Aug 11, 2008 18:08:58 GMT -5
`We are the Epilogue`
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We are the end of the story. We've seen life in all of it's glory, and it's hardships, and though some of them we survived, others we did not; because we're Here. In this place, we don't glory in our lives; all we hear is the stories of death. The story's climax has come to an end, and we are all that's left. There is no happy-endings for us; there is only Lunar Limbo.
Though we were once Wolves -- proud in the hunt, singing to the moon, racing through the forest -- now we are only what's left of Wolves. A dublicate plagued, still, with our minds and our memories. Our favorite stories of Tor, Fenris, Heaven and Hell are all false. Here, there is no God, and there is no ethereal Paradise waiting for all the good little Wolves, and no hellish Damnation for all the naughty little Wolves. We're all here; saint and sinner. And still, we can not rest in peace.
Even in the After Life, there is trouble stirring. A single renegade Soul bent on domination of the Land of the Dead is gathering a following--fleshing a weapon. A resistance is growing, too, one that promises an end to the threat of all-out War. But how effective will it be? Every Soul in Lunar Limbo carries it's own vexes, it's own weight of insanity on their shoulders. And in a place where the inhabitants are already long dead, will War fix anything?