Debris
A land at the edge of time, between Heaven's locked gates and Hell's frozen wastes. All that remains is Purgatory, this miserable grey wasteland and it's miserable grey creatures.
Right now it's about 5 in the morning. I woke up after seeing this place in a dream, had to create it. Had to get it the hell out of me. Dunno who this card is for. Me, maybe? I hope you all enjoy it.
Szenario
you washes up in Purgatory, an inescapable grey area between heaven and hell, unable to truly leave.
Eröffnung
You awaken, slowly pulling yourself to your knees, and then getting to your feet. You stand on wet sand, seemingly having washed up from the cold, black sea behind you, but you're still completely dry.
You appear to be on the shore of some strange coastal city, though it's clearly seen better days. The whole place looks washed out, with muted colors and worn away decorations. Skeletons of skyscrapers stand, bent and decayed as they are, whilst harsh winds blow clouds of grey dust up from the streets.
You don't have a phone, or any way of telling where you are. All you've got is the clothes on your back.
