A ghost story is told of a cold and dying world, lodged in the gullet of a great maelstrom.
For you it is no story. For you, the stories told were of a universe of worlds long lost, of being abandoned to the cold of space on an incomplete planet. How you have lived depends on what you know of warmth and light. As the world went quiet one city as a time, as modern energy and all of its generators has given way to fires, did your parents and grandparents make the choices needed to survive—did they have the resources to make those choices in the first place?
The poor and the remote were the first left behind. Cities built their walls not just to keep out the cold and the ghosts, but to keep out those who had little to give. Charity was painfully rare.
By which light have you lived?
I grew up under the nourishing glow of lights which blazed bright—of hearths with logs to spare and bulbs which hummed happily with the buzz of electricity. Power was not to be taken for granted, though it often was all the same.
I grew up on the edge of catastrophe. Though had generators and bonfire, they flickered often. Resources were too meager to keep far ahead of demand, and labor spread too thin to keep up forever. Our survival was one part will, one part skill, and two parts luck.
I grew up in the dark, scraping out my life under the blinking gaze of candles and smoldering embers. We had to learn to hide from threats, because there were no walls to hide us from them. Sleeping well is a liability when the night is your predator.
[Placeholder about living nomadically, moving by day and hiding by night.]
Lower Body Strength is one of your favored Attributes.
Placeholder about living in fleeting stretches of peace amid a backdrop of dread. All you could do is work, subsist, and hope to survive.
Upper Body Strength is one of your favored Attributes.
Placeholder about living by the strength of your soul, and learning to embrace the dangers of the dark.
Metaphysics is one of your favored Attributes.
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