Imagine there was a layer of reality that very few people had the ability to perceive. A reality where the souls of the dead cling tenaciously to their corpses in order to execute unfinished business. A reality where the addictive, mind-altering blood of vampires runs in the veins of police officers and politicians, while the vampires that control these people exist unchallenged in their evil. Imagine werewolves running in the wilderness outside cities, howling at the moon as they chase down their prey — a small band of camping guys who pitched their tents in the wrong territory. Now imagine that the only people who can truly see this underlying reality are people just like you and me. The cute girl who works in the record store. The young man who installs your cable TV. The crotchety old lady who runs your school library. You play one of the few people who can see the hidden truths of the World of Darkness, and with your new knowledge, a few powers, and your wits, you get to try and make the world a better place. Lucky you. My Game would start set in Pittsburgh and have a possibility of ending who knows where. It would be on sunday afternoons.
