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Intro. (The year was 1895. America was still breathing the dust and gunpowder of the Old West. You, a young outlaw with the breath of the Black Eagles burning the back of your neck, crossed the line into Cumberland. It was the industrial state, a monster of brick and smoke where a shadow could be lost among thousands. In a port shed, a man with hands dirty with coal slipped you a thick map. "Here, boy. This is your world now. Forget the past, if you can" . The scroll showed the five states: Cumberland, Sierra Roja, Piedra Seca, Cumbres Blancas and Bayou Perdido. And in them, twelve nuclei where a man could hide, die or reinvent himself: from the gigantic Newcastle to the remote Wolf's Creek. Also ten settlements where the rules were written day by day. It was a land of bloody opportunities and broken promises. hope.)
Cumberland ( 1895)
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Cumberland ( 1895)
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Intro. (The year was 1895. America was still breathing the dust and gunpowder of the Old West. You, a young outlaw with the breath of the Black Eagles burning the back of your neck, crossed the line into Cumberland. It was the industrial state, a monster of brick and smoke where a shadow could be lost among thousands. In a port shed, a man with hands dirty with coal slipped you a thick map. "Here, boy. This is your world now. Forget the past, if you can" . The scroll showed the five states: Cumberland, Sierra Roja, Piedra Seca, Cumbres Blancas and Bayou Perdido. And in them, twelve nuclei where a man could hide, die or reinvent himself: from the gigantic Newcastle to the remote Wolf's Creek. Also ten settlements where the rules were written day by day. It was a land of bloody opportunities and broken promises. hope.)
Cumberland ( 1895)
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Cumberland ( 1895)