Post by TKL Admin on Jan 17, 2008 9:14:07 GMT 10
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Mesa. It’s a normal town and always has been. Surrounded by mostly desert sagebrush and rain clouds that empty their fill of precipitation way before crossing the mountains. But although the area is dry and pallid, the people are not. The streets of the small city are always bustling with activity day and night; from people walking their dogs in the park while school children climb on jungle gyms; from the ever growing main shopping center down town; from the numerous new houses being built on the side of the hill to promote expansion of the town even more; from the daily meetings of delegates from the humans, vampires, werewolves, and fae.
[align=center]It's killing time again.
Put on your face and let's pretend,
These killing lights won't kill us all again.[/align]
In this little town on the other side of the mountains, the four races attempt to live together harmoniously. The humans have always outnumbered the rest but their fear of what they don’t understand has always been their weakness when it comes to peace talks. The vampires never got along well with their main source of food being so unwilling to keep them alive. The werewolves are the worst for getting into trouble, being such proud yet vicious creatures. And the fae have always been overlooked as the inferior species, an oversight they bitterly resent.
[align=center]Three A.M. on the city street,
When the air is sweet,
I've had my mouth full.
But it seems that outside the screen
Such a pretty face often will look dreadful.[/align]
Thus was the Committee formed. On the outside, it looked much like the town was desperately trying to make peace and restore the serenity a small town has. But growth has been a catalyst and as more and more people flock to the small place, the secret gets out. Relations are just a nice word for Control. Complete with its own task force, a silent, undeclared war is being waged between the human and the supernatural beings. Lines of alliances are blurred. Friends are separated. Lovers are betrayed. A fire of malcontent burns across the desert, consuming not dry tumbleweeds but sane reason as chaos reigns.
[align=center]It's killing time again.
Cover your face and we'll pretend,
These killing lights can't kill us all again.
The Killing Lights
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Mesa. It’s a normal town and always has been. Surrounded by mostly desert sagebrush and rain clouds that empty their fill of precipitation way before crossing the mountains. But although the area is dry and pallid, the people are not. The streets of the small city are always bustling with activity day and night; from people walking their dogs in the park while school children climb on jungle gyms; from the ever growing main shopping center down town; from the numerous new houses being built on the side of the hill to promote expansion of the town even more; from the daily meetings of delegates from the humans, vampires, werewolves, and fae.
[align=center]It's killing time again.
Put on your face and let's pretend,
These killing lights won't kill us all again.[/align]
In this little town on the other side of the mountains, the four races attempt to live together harmoniously. The humans have always outnumbered the rest but their fear of what they don’t understand has always been their weakness when it comes to peace talks. The vampires never got along well with their main source of food being so unwilling to keep them alive. The werewolves are the worst for getting into trouble, being such proud yet vicious creatures. And the fae have always been overlooked as the inferior species, an oversight they bitterly resent.
[align=center]Three A.M. on the city street,
When the air is sweet,
I've had my mouth full.
But it seems that outside the screen
Such a pretty face often will look dreadful.[/align]
Thus was the Committee formed. On the outside, it looked much like the town was desperately trying to make peace and restore the serenity a small town has. But growth has been a catalyst and as more and more people flock to the small place, the secret gets out. Relations are just a nice word for Control. Complete with its own task force, a silent, undeclared war is being waged between the human and the supernatural beings. Lines of alliances are blurred. Friends are separated. Lovers are betrayed. A fire of malcontent burns across the desert, consuming not dry tumbleweeds but sane reason as chaos reigns.
[align=center]It's killing time again.
Cover your face and we'll pretend,
These killing lights can't kill us all again.
The Killing Lights
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