It’s a rough life…
most guys and dames stand a chance of winding up in a gutter any night of the week. Get mixed up with the wrong people, and it’s curtains. There are always a few people who stand out though, a few people who seem to be able to get away with anything. They’re the ones everyone else watches out for. Al Capone, Machine Gun Kelly, Celia Cooney. In a city full of minnows, they’re the sharks.
It’s like they have something more than human inside them. Like they mean something special. Turns out that’s exactly right. They embody something ancient and mysterious, and it makes them strong. They’re Incarnae, and they run this town even if they don’t try to.
Sounds like a good deal. And it is for a while. The problem is, there’s always a bigger fish.
“This town ain’t big enough for the both of us.”
I couldn’t believe I was hearing someone talk like they were right out of a bad western. This isn’t Hollywood buddy. But then the floor fell away from under us and everything I knew turned out to be wrong. I guess he meant it literally. The town couldn’t hold us. We broke right through to something… stranger.
Being Incarnae means that the ground you walk on isn’t always solid. You might end up in someone’s crazy dream, or in some kind of weird underground. It sounds nuts, and it is. But nuts or not, you can still end up dead.
So now I’m running, trying to find out what makes this place tick. Using powers I never knew I had, just to stay one step ahead of the guys behind me. It’s not that I’m afraid, really. It’s just that they seem awful big. And there’s a whole lot of them. On top of that, my gun doesn’t work anymore, and these guys are carrying around some kind of old-timey swords!
I could really use a drink.