DRVA LARP - The Withering

Once, Atomic Ride was a little village of like minded strains. A tucked away haven where the air was a little spicy, the nights were neon warm, and you could raise your retrograde family in peace. But that was before the Zed, before the Temple, before the silence started leaking in through the cracks. What kept us alive, our numbers, our stories, our stubborn roots, is starting to break. The old ways are fraying like bootlaces in the red mud, and the wild is creeping back in. So I ask you now, my friends: will we wither like forgotten crops in the ash soaked soil… or will we rise, Atoms and Kinfolk, scarred but standing, and band together once more before the mountains swallow what's left?