Lord Bradorian
Naughtius Maximus
The year is 1918. The Spanish flu has raged across the United Kingdom, leaving havoc in it's wake. Just a week ago, your father had came down with a horrible fever. The next day he was vomiting, but since he had ate nothing it was more of a liquid; however, frothy. The day after that, these horrendous black spots began to appear on his cheeks, the skin tightening and becoming brittle. On his final day, father was broken; he was turning blue as he asphyxiated due to what he described to your mother as "something in his lungs." You were too young to understand anything but that your father is dying and there was nothing you could do about it.
Yesterday, father died. You have awoke in the middle of the night in your bedroom, wide-eyed and shaken. You were having nightmares about your father. Mother, who was in the next room, always said to go see her if you had nightmares.
Please reply to the forum if you are interested! There is much more at play here, but what is written above is all you know so far. Come discover what is truly crippling London in this alternate depiction of the Spanish flu epidemic of the early 1900s.
Yesterday, father died. You have awoke in the middle of the night in your bedroom, wide-eyed and shaken. You were having nightmares about your father. Mother, who was in the next room, always said to go see her if you had nightmares.
Please reply to the forum if you are interested! There is much more at play here, but what is written above is all you know so far. Come discover what is truly crippling London in this alternate depiction of the Spanish flu epidemic of the early 1900s.
