What would you do with a drunken whaler,
What would you do with a drunken whaler,
What would you do with a drunken whaler,
Early in the morning?
High towers rise up, overlooking long-neglected ruins. Plague runs rampant throughout many of the city’s districts. Houses and apartments are fitted with reinforced blast doors, the sign of another family lost to the powerful and fatal disease. Train cars trundle about down the narrow streets, brimming with canvas-wrapped bodies. Corrupt and power-drunk city watchmen prowl the streets, looking for any opportunity to inflict pain and suffering on the survivors. Huge whaling ships float by in the harbors, off to search for more of their bounty and it’s life-and-power-giving properties.
Welcome to Dunwall.