I should have loved Batman: Arkham Knight, but I didn’t.
It’s not my Batman. It’s not my Ghostbusters. It’s not my Leatherface. And that is OK.
I was born in 1632, four years before the War, on a small farm outside of Five Sails on the Eisen side. My family traced their lineage to nobility of Eisen but the war made them meager farmers. I had ten siblings and eight cousins that all tended the same fields. I hated the boring farm life.
Samuel Frisk was born Samuli Lahti in a small Vestenmannavnjar fishing community outside of Kivik, Eksjö. His father was a fisherman, as was his grandfather, great-grandfather, and so on. Samuli dreamed of breaking the “family curse” of fishing. He heard stories of the Vendel Merchants, of those who could decide what they wanted to do with their lives. Where Samuli only saw the shackles of tradition with his family he saw freedom with the Vendel League. When he came of age he told his father of his intentions to move to Kivik and begin apprenticing with a Vendel merchant. Samuli expected his father to be proud… but instead they fought. Samuli wouldn’t speak to his father again until the old man lay dying.
What follows is a failed social media game I tried to get started via Google+ Collections. I thought this was all pretty interesting so I wanted to share and preserve it on my site. I wish I had more, similar to the A City Without Hope game I’d been posting. But, alas, it seems that there wasn’t much interest in a Fallout themed game.
Various people tell stories from Gotham City. Set against the backdrop of significant events in the city’s history. To save the city Batman does the one thing he always swore he’d never do…
Various people tell stories from Gotham City. Set against the backdrop of significant events in the city’s history. A new foe turns the public perception of Batman cold.