Stephen King built Castle Rock and Derry out of the bricks of childhood and the mortar of nightmares. Frank Miller rebuilt Gotham City into the image of the ultimate urban sprawl. Spider Robinson crafted a bar run by an Irishman, and everyone has been looking for it since. Lovecraft built the tiny villages of Dunwich and Innsmouth, and like a child building sand cities only to step on them, unleashed his dark horrors upon them. Arkham rose out in the Massachusetts countryside by the will of his imagination alone, and with it all its secret tomes and dark temptations. Great authors need a place where they can put their stories, a place that suits them perfectly. Many, unable to find them, have simply built their own.
In this tradition, we too have created a city uniquely crafted for our stories. Cape Glory is a city of safety and prosperity, where profits outweigh happiness. A sterile, well oiled machine, where cameras watch your every move. But a darkness lurks under the surface, an unspeakable darkness that everyone knows exists but none will admit to. In this atmosphere of oppression and ominousness, The Camarilla's immortal control thrives.