It's a cold morning in the city of Ishpeming. The sun threatened to warm, but was quickly quelled by a large stormfront. Darkness blankets the city as the large dark clouds hang low enough to conceal many buildings. Thunderous explosions fill the ears as the lightening reveals those scurrying about. Whores don clear parkas and pimps unfurl shiney umbrellas. For those outside of the megacities the rain is a promise of life, a chance to clean, and a welcoming solace. For city dwellers it is the essence of misery. The cold bites hard, the stench becomes greater and everything is wet and dank. Business slows, and the cracks in your life are more noticable.