It is the 1920's and Los Angeles, it is 1930's England, these times are teeming with all sorts of activity. There is more happening then you could imagine though, more then anyone could really.
The 1920's, five years since the dawn of this new decade, world events only grow more uncertain. Japan's roar grows louder, rumblings are rising in Russia, and stability throughout the globe is a dubious pipe dream.
The 1930's, economies fall, as do governments. It is wondered by some, what is next? Japan expands, Germany begins to unravel, and friends and enenmies plot for their own interest. The dream of peace is more a mad dream, which will someday need to be fought off.
The world is still a place with more then it's share of gaiety, with flappers, speakeasies, booze and all that makes life rich. In most of the world the matters of state are pointless. But all that can make life long and plodding and painful do still permeates. As the times grow darker and harder, which will stay truer and last longer? What will drive people on, and drive them down?
But even beyond this, what drives the immortal dark forces, and their minions, at play with their own machinations? What agenda keeps them so enthralled, uninterested in the ripe potential of the lesser humans? What fills their dreams in this time? Or do the deteriorating events that they indifferently ignore meet with their approval? Is this becoming the world of their dreams? Or…?
These question is pondered by none though.
Why should it? Why worry about myths? Why worry about fanatic stargazers, screaming at the heavens?
