the underground
// there's a scene. it's not on any calendar. this page isn't an invitation.
There's an underground in Koltern. It runs on Leps. It's been going in some form for as long as anyone'll admit to, which isn't very long, because nobody admits to it. Law enforcement has never once correctly predicted where anything happens.
People here consider that a point of pride. Quietly.
Undisclosed location. Undisclosed date. Leps in quantities that imply serious advance planning. Everyone in Koltern knows what it is. Nobody talks about it.
Both of those things have been true for longer than anyone'll confirm, and they've never caused a problem.
Someone tells you. In person. In dialect. If you're asking me how to find it, you're not invited.
Been that way since it first happened, which is officially never.
Whether Tankmax shows up — accounts differ. Both versions fit the available evidence.
What everyone agrees on: the Leps at the Werwolffete is unusually good. Nobody's explained it.
The most notorious underground association in Koltern. Kompf is dialect for Kampf. The spelling is correct as far as the members are concerned and it's not up for discussion.
Membership's tiny. The entrance exam involves drinking a lot of Leps under conditions nobody tells you about beforehand. Most people don't make it through. The Kompftrinkr don't express sympathy about this. They don't really express anything about it.
What exactly the exam is testing — only the people who passed it know, and they're not telling.
Started, near as anyone can tell, from the people who didn't pass the Kompftrinkr exam and needed somewhere to be. The name's never been explained. Members don't explain it.
The 1-0 club considers itself a rival to the Kompftrinkr. The Kompftrinkr are aware of this.
Smaller ones happen. No names, no patterns anyone'll confirm. Herrgottskinder mostly, plus people who've been around long enough.
How long is long enough? Not written down anywhere. You just know.