Apocalypse World: Fallen Empires
When you’re lying in the dust of fallen empires guts aspilled, for whom do you pray? The gods? This is their doing, all of it. Your bold comrades? If you could rely on them you wouldn’t be here. Your precious old mother? She’s a darling but what…
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