Apocalypse World: Orphans
Even in the filth of Apocalypse World, there’s food that isn’t death on a spit, music that isn’t shrieking hyenas, thoughts that aren’t afraid, bodies that aren’t used meat, sex that isn’t rutting, dancing that’s real. There are moments that are more than stench, smoke, rage and blood.
Anything beautiful left in this ugly ass world, skinners hold it. Will they share it with you? What do you offer them?
26 years old