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| 1 | - | Your father was killed in a Simurgh attack. Your mother got out of the city in time - got all of you out - but she was always distant, more involved in her work than the family. You felt like a single parent, now, looking after your kid sisters and brother. At least the new town was peaceful - small, not much nightlife, but not much gang activity either. There were a couple of capes, jokes really, but nothing serious - and no supervillains. |
| 1 | + | Your father is dead. Your Mom was still around, but she was always distant, more involved in her work than the family. You felt like a single parent, now, looking after your kid sisters and brother. The area you lived in was peaceful - small, not much nightlife but not much gang activity either. There were a couple of capes, jokes really, but nothing serious - and no supervillains. |
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| 2 | + | And then the local gang recruited a Tinker, somehow. Or she recruited them, perhaps. You don't know what her specialty is, but she makes them guns. Lots of guns. Little guns you can smuggle into school; big guns that can wreck an entire house if you offend them. Guns that do horrible things to a person, alter them, torture them, freeze parts of them. |
| 3 | - | And then the local gang recruited a Tinker, somehow. Or she recruited them, maybe. |
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| 4 | + | You trigger when the next shot clips your ankle and you fall to the ground. |
