If you come down to the river,
Bet you gonna find some people who live.
You don't have to worry though you have no money,
People on the river are happy to give.
WHO ARE WE?
We are a nondiscriminatory community focused on actively roleplaying feral canines. The concept of our game is best described in our name: River. A long river divides our virtual territory in half; creating two sides left to wildlife. On the west side there is the Frigidus packs; which contain all cold tundra-like territories. On the opposite side (the east side) there are the Calidus packs; the warmer, more humid, or drier packs. The separation of the two sides has allowed competition to grow between the dogs on each side. As the years roll on, the tension increases.
WHERE DID THEY COME FROM?
The river was discovered in the early 1500s by European explorers. There was no effort to settle on the River until settlers in a nearby town were brave enough to try. The settlers were fascinated by its unique beauty and longed to capture a life there. However, survival was much too difficult and only a handful survived the first week. Astonished by the large majority dead they ran home and spread rumors that the river was plague infested. From the 1600s and on the river was left untouched in fear. However, during the 1700s domesticated dogs were thought to be carrying the plague in the nearby town. The town’s devastation caused a reaction which the governor found solved by releasing the dogs to the river. Slowly, one by one, the dogs began to inhabit the beautiful river and started to mark it their own. After many trial and errors the dogs finally realized how to survive. The year is now 1701 and the practice is still in effect.
Will you be the one who survives or will you be the one which fails?
Big wheel keep on turnin',
Proud Mary keep on burnin',
Rollin', rollin', rollin' on the river.
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