... a lonesome road, dusty, and the weather turns bad. Snow in Italy, rather unexpected, though it's December and rather late in the year. The traveler is disturbed. The phone number of the Pizza-Service doesn't work, and the two last sandwiches don't look promising. The navigation tool is out of function, the mp3-player lost his energy, and one of the all-weather boots got a hole, the left foot gets wet and cold and the traveler feels like Jason, when he crossed the river. The dogs of the region look like big cats and are aggressive. It's getting dark and nowhere a single soul to ask for the right direction. Actually, all this might be easily more pleasant, and the traveler considers to write a harsh protesting letter to the manager of the time-traveler-bureau. "Journey to the mysteries of Tarot in 15th century" was promised and now that, 30 centimeters of snow in the last 30 minutes in mid of Italy.
In all this chaos suddenly a glimpse of hope, a few lights at the skyline, shadows of some houses in the growing darkness.
Ah ... a shield with some words on it:
What would you think, that happens next ... potentially there's now a long series of buttons you can click on, but as Trionfi village is rather young, there's only one version, and that's mine (please excuse, there's not much, it's a developing story and actually nobody knows, how it really will end ...) :
Huck's Pub
.... but if you missed the button and you think, you know, how the story should proceed, write your own version, demand a button for it and we create a world for your story, no problem. Well, you have to register ...
