The world as you know it is gone, whether drawn to its fate by your hand or the hands of others. It is an apocalypse of your social days, the days of glory. Defeat lies ahead, deceit lies behind, a dirt road after the golden city bricks.

Was it deserved? Were you truly a traitor? Were you a victim of circumstance? What happened during the days before your betrayal?

Are you willing to work with other traitors to clear your names? Too bad. The strange lady demands it.

Will you be an iscariot or a chariot?

(Comment if you're interested and I'll post the world and roles).