Story Thus FarSo many years have passed, and no further incidents have occurred. Cloudy Cyanine has remained docile, for the most part, but the thick air of foggy weather and foggy superstitions still reign the area with a mighty grip. The older bunch see more enslaved to the myth than the younger folk, so they refuse to venture outside of the city unless they're in a vehicle. The youths tend to play in the forest and use it as a hiding place when they get into a bit of troubles, only to be scorn later on.
This is where the fun begins...
This is where the fun begins...
