Gray Pact
In the paranoid shadow of the Cold War, the real conflict isn’t fought with armies, but with memory itself. This is a world where reality is an unfinished script, held together only by what is remembered. Forget a person, and they unravel from existence. Rewrite a key moment, and history itself changes.
Rival intelligence agencies from Washington to Moscow have unearthed alien artifacts that allow them to weaponize the past—to sever a painful recollection, erase a witness, or rewrite a battle. But every alteration has a terrible cost. Each "cut" into the timeline erodes the user's sanity and feeds a creeping Oblivion, a formless void that threatens to unmake reality entirely.
This is the Unseen War, fought on rain-slicked streets and in smoky backrooms. Lone operatives navigate a world of film noir dread, where reality glitches like a bad television signal and erased truths flicker in reflections. Amid the lonely sound of jazz and the constant hiss of radio static, they fight to keep a fragile balance. Because in this war, the ultimate question isn't who will win, but if any truth will be left when it's over.
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In the paranoid shadow of the Cold War, the real conflict isn’t fought with armies, but with memory itself. This is a world where reality is an unfinished script, held together only by what is remembered. Forget a person, and they unravel from existence. Rewrite a key moment, and history itself changes.
Rival intelligence agencies from Washington to Moscow have unearthed alien artifacts that allow them to weaponize the past—to sever a painful recollection, erase a witness, or rewrite a battle. But every alteration has a terrible cost. Each "cut" into the timeline erodes the user's sanity and feeds a creeping Oblivion, a formless void that threatens to unmake reality entirely.
This is the Unseen War, fought on rain-slicked streets and in smoky backrooms. Lone operatives navigate a world of film noir dread, where reality glitches like a bad television signal and erased truths flicker in reflections. Amid the lonely sound of jazz and the constant hiss of radio static, they fight to keep a fragile balance. Because in this war, the ultimate question isn't who will win, but if any truth will be left when it's over.
