The steppes of western Russia try a man's body and quickly destroy a man's soul.
The peasants struggle to eek out an existence. The government taxes. The dust chokes. The storms blow in and out. The crops fail. The locusts devour what is left. Donkeys run wild.
The village of Malkinimsk suffers by the very nature of its existence.
Life goes on. Cheap vodka is plentiful and makes living bearable, if only for a short while.
At the very least, there are no threats of werewolves.
Yes. There are no threats of werewolves.
None so far.
WEREWOLF XXIII is about to begin!
Join up, peasants.
Standard rules apply. If nothing else, be advised that NO ONE may PM another player unless EXPLICITLY told he/she can do so. And no quoting of PMs, blah, blah.
I don't care how many sign up, but I'd like to begin tomorrow or Thursday morning.
The peasants of Malkinimsk:
Sam's Drunk Dog
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