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The year is 1990.

This is our world. This is not our world.

The shadows loom longer here, and the night is more reluctant to yield to day. Corruption runs rampant, from the government through private corporations and into the various subcultures that revel in these culturally-bankrupt times. But in the dark shadows, very real monsters lurk, preying on humanity like parasites. In the wilds, feral beasts stalk human prey. Technocratic conspirators reshape reality to match their own wills and desires.

Most mortals turn away from the darkness that preys upon them, going about their lives in despair of the Damned and the evils they visit upon the world. But a precious few wage a personal war to shine light on those shadows and diminish them, like solitary candles shining in the night. The path of the hunter is lonely and fraught with danger, at once beset by the monsters they hunt and looked upon with suspicion by their fellow mortals they thanklessly seek to protect.

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