Apocalypse World (2nd Ed) (PBtA)
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Something's wrong with the world and I don't know what it is.
It used to be better¸ of course it did. In the golden age of legend¸ when there was enough to eat and enough hope¸ when there was one nation under god and people could lift their eyes and see beyond the horizon¸ beyond the day. Children were born happy and grew up rich.
Now that's not what we've got. Now we've got this. Hardholders stand against the screaming elements and all comers¸ keeping safe as many as they can. Angels and savvyheads run constant battle against there's not enough and bullets fly and everything breaks. Hocuses gather people around them¸ and are they protectors¸ saviors¸ visionaries¸ or just wishful thinkers? Choppers¸ gunluggers and battlebabes carve out what they can and defend it with blood and bullets. Drivers search and scavenge¸ looking for that opportunity¸ that one perfect chance. Skinners and the Maestro D' remember beauty¸ or invent beauty anew¸ cup it in their hands and whisper come and see¸ and don't worry now about what it will cost you. And brainers¸ oh¸ brainers see what none of the rest of us will: the world's psychic maelstrom¸ the terrible desperation and hate pressing in at the edge of all perception¸ it is the world now.
And you¸ who are you? This is what we've got¸ yes. What are you going to make of it?