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Post by London on Dec 22, 2007 19:31:44 GMT -5
1869.
Fredric, sit down now!
Sorry, headmaster.
Ring Ring, class has started. The biggest snow storm of the year taking place outside. All students stuck in their schools. Moans and groans of disgust, stuck in a school doesn't seem all too fun. Thud. The snow piles up so high that the door collapses and the freezing winds run through the halls. A single child is stuck below the many pounds of snow by the door with a single hand waving for help. They dig, and they dig. But to no avail. His hands lays limp upon the frozen mounds, everyone runs for cover in the dorms and class rooms. The frozen winds whipping through wildly down the halls.
What was happening? The biggest and most horrific snow storm that the world had ever seen? And it was, it was by far the worse case imaginable for weather versus man. The cold winds continued, the deaths began to raise in numbers. Very few escaped the island, considering the frozen over water. Those who remained alive lived to tell the horrific tale of the peoples’ defeat against the conditions of weather.
The only ones who didn't die off were the vampires and when mortals came to clean up the island they were suspicious and all with good cause. Most were feasted upon right away and yet the supply of people quickly left just as fast as the first group, taken by the storm, had. Vampires were getting needy for their supply of blood. At last one came with the best advice possible to come forth into hiding and allow mortals to walk these lands for fifty years before coming forth again.
They did. And now? Here you are. GOOD LUCK.
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