The Song of Amergin
APOCALYPTIKS: THE RULERS OF DESIRE
Crows, vultures, Ravens — innumerable names exist for these nomadic folk, loved by some, despised by others. The Apocalyptiks emanate a ferocity for living that burns all who cross their path. As quickly as they appear, they disappear—their wagons trailed by lost souls wishing to join the search for hedonistic freedom and orgiastic lifestyle. Everything the heart desires can be found in the houses of the Apocalyptiks: gambling, prostitution, fortune reading, and the drug known as burn. These gypsies know they have nothing more to lose; their world is long past the point of salvage. Why be bitter when one can ecstatically enjoy one’s last breath? Anyone can be bought, everything has its price. The Apocalyptiks are the masters of addiction, parasites in a dying world, weeds that never wilt. The last laugh will be theirs. The Apocalyptiks use a specialized form of the tarot, adapted to the world’s objective facts, to prophesize the future. Their fortune tellers are masters of deception, but their predictions come true with surprising frequency.