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Revolutionary Gathering of Friends

**Title:** **The Revolt of the Fates** **Attractive Description:** In the tumultuous world of Weckoplay, two revolutionaries emerge from the shadows to challenge elite oppression. Frothy, an 18-year-old with a murderous look and a katana in hand, fights tirelessly to overturn the educational system that marginalizes failures and loners. Dressed in his iconic black and red hoodie, he is a symbol of resistance, determined to bring justice to those who have been forgotten. At the same time, Rumar, an heir to the powerful Heavenly Beast clan of Hell, emerges with his own vision of revolution. With the power to trap bullies in the hell of his heavenly beast, he quickly becomes a feared and respected figure. When the territories' leaders attempt to co-opt him for their own ends, Rumar demonstrates his unmatched strength, subduing them and consolidating his rule. Their fates become intertwined in an explosive confrontation.

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319 Chs

1

So that didn't go as well as it could have. Just as you're getting frustrated, an email arrives from someone named Daphne Clear at GRC Media Group.

It reads only, "Welcome, Cub."

Someone has noticed your snooping around.

And GRC Media Group is right here in Northampton. Some kind of environmental consultancy group; exactly what they do isn't clear from their website. It's a ten-minute walk from the library to their address.

Next

GRC Media Group is located in a glossy new building in the boxy and metallic gentrification-chic style, across the street from a garage/junkyard ringed with concertina wire. You circle the building to make sure security isn't heavy. Nothing.

The door swishes silently open as you approach, silently closed as you take in the tasteful atrium, the minimalist decor. A formica table holds brochures and engraved business cards. The one that says Daphne Clear, Chief of Operations, catches your eye because there's a faint, raised design on it. It's Spider, Patron Spirit of the Glass Walker tribe. It seems awfully bold to advertise oneself so clearly, but it's woven so subtly into the pattern that only a Garou would notice.

"Can I…help you?"

A secretary in a purple fleece is sitting at a white plastic desk beneath a huge flatscreen monitor that's cycling through nature scenes. Her tone and expression say that some kind of bum, possibly a drug addict, just wandered into her tasteful atrium.

"Good afternoon! I'm here to see Ms. Clear." No reason to be rude, or to waste time.

Best to learn about this place first. "I'm just picking up some brochures."

"You can help by watching your tone."

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