James Kincaid is down on his luck. Like so many people in the shadows of Seattle, he’s trying to get by with what he has. In his case, that includes a lively spirit, a sadly diminished magical talent, quick wits, and good knowledge of the twists and turns of Seattle’s streets. With any luck, he’ll scrape up enough nuyen to buy his favorite drink—whiskey, neat.
THE MEANEST STREETS...
James Kincaid is the type of guy who might be described as down on his luck, if only he’d had some luck to begin with. Like so many people in the shadows of Seattle, he’s trying to get by with what he has. In his case, that includes a lively spirit, a sadly diminished magical talent, quick wits, and good knowledge of the twists and turns of the city’s dingy streets... [click here for more]
DOWN THESE DARK STREETS...
Most folks see Puyallup as the worst Seattle’s got to offer; a tangled mess of metahumanity and greed, poverty and ghettoes, vice and corruption, where the crime is more organized than the government. They call it a Barrens, an armpit, a cesspool.
Jimmy Kincaid, though, calls it home. Walking the line between the shadows and the desperate light, semi-legit like only a... [click here for more]
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