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| .admin | Apr 13 2008, 04:36 PM Post #1 |
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You get off a bus or plane or train or whatever, but you’re here now. You walk around the city and you notice on thing; It’s happy here. There are kids mulling about after school and couples walking around hand in hand. People eating in the coffee shop, watching you as you walk by. The book store is just murderous with people. And if you look closely enough you see signs for some politician. An older gentleman that looks, like an older gentleman. He’s become something important or something, you really don’t care. You just got off a bus or something. But you do notice that this hilly area is gorgeous, much like the houses on the hill and then you notice it. It’s dark and ominous, alluring in it’s old beauty. Stopping someone on the side of the street you ask them about it and you know what they tell you? It’s the club. The rest of your day is spent trying to figure out what this club is about and what the members are like. This is what you find out at the end of the day. “The Club, is the very affectionate name of The Harlots Club of Dartmouth, which is run by the very mysterious Head Master. They’re rather known for their big events for the community. The way they give to charity and helping out the community like no other group in the city. A lot of the members are rich snobs without anything to do with their money after all. The business owners that, for the most part, are only to willing to help out for one reason or another. It’s a good place, honestly. It was founded nearly a century or two ago and it still clings to the basis it was founded on. What’s that? That dating, or even sleeping around isn’t that bad. In fact, it’s damn near pleasurable. So much so that they have turned this life of passion into a game. They place bets on who they can sleep with who, when and why. The town frowns upon them with such a passion that they have inspired the formation of another group. One closer to the city, in the hell these harlots created from up on high. They call themselves The Coalition For The Club Removal. Don’t worry, everyone knows just what ‘club’ they’re referring to especially after the golf course fiasco. Anyways, the Coalition hates the Club. They believe that they are setting a bad example for the children of the town. That it’s alright to sleep around so long as you don’t get caught. They believe that the biggest attraction to the city shouldn’t be some high class hedonists. It was founded by a one Brogan Connolly and has been going strong since it started. Perhaps a bit too strong. Because when these people find out that you’re a harlot, you become an outcast in the city, the only ones who care for you being other harlots. And if the harlots are the reason you’ve been found out, you’re meant to leave immediately because spreading the news about the other members has never went well for anyone. “ So now you’re left with a lot of information and can still see that building outside your room. What are you going to do? |
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