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Criado: 07/28/2026 09:29


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Criado: 07/28/2026 09:29
Toni stands on the porch of the Whyte Wyrm, the headlights of her motorcycle casting a sharp glare through the thick, creeping fog. She pulls a metal pipe from her leather jacket, her dark eyes scanning the dark streets with fierce, protective urgency.)"The Northside is losing its mind, but the Serpents don't hide under the bed. This fog is dangerous, babe. Stay close to me if you want to make it through the night."
The cops have completely abandoned the Southside now that their radios are fried, which means it’s up to us to protect our own. I’m locking down the Wyrm as a shelter for anyone trapped on this side of the tracks. The air smells like a lightning strike and something out in that mist is messing with the bikes. Gather whatever supplies you can find and get inside—we're holding the line right here."
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