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Armed & Naked


Just some confused guy walking down the road between Hope and New Flagstaff. Alone. Armed. And naked. Move along... nothing to see here. 

naked

 

What the fuck am I doing here? I have a loaded pistol and some kind of industrial... garment. I keep walking through a blasted landscape. Was there some kind of epidemic? Are there zombies shambling over the landscape when the night falls?

 

 

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Talking with a dead man

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As I dragged what was left of his body wrapped in a cheap plastic sheet, fighting the flies, rotting stench and muddy ground, I thought to myself: "We both knew there were exactly two possibilities how this would end, and I was a fool to look for a way out."

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Image test

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Confessions & Caviar

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Dirt-stained Confessions


A man is standing in the middle of the desert. He pulls out a sharpened piece of scrap metal and cuts open a blue envelope. He takes out a neatly folded piece of paper that says: "The code word is "GOD""

"Oh, we are getting a bit melodramatic aren't we?" - he chuckles and mockingly gets down on his knees with a grin: "Ok, I got this... let's see...

 

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Checklist


There is one name that remains on my list here, right between Joe Spivey and Madam Kaho's name. All the other names get crossed with sidenotes like: "she is dead" and "he is tagged and taken care of". There is a note next to Veronica Volt's name though and it says: "Pants". It's an' old gang lingo and it can mean many things. For example it can mean "cheap date", someone you can easily slip into like a good pair of pants. But here it means something else, someone you can confide in safely.

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Pieces of the puzzle - Part 1

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graham

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Pieces of the puzzle - Part 2 (yes, part 1 is coming tomorrow)

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metal

Dead I am the one, exterminating son
Slipping through the trees, strangling the breeze

 

Part 2 (part 1 coming tomorrow)

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Engel

globe

So I wondered, why do clones blindly follow orders given by Grahams? Instead of asking the question over FERP and getting all sort of theoretical answers I tried to explore it in the past year with my character - Engel.

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Random Access Memories

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try to hide it

It's been a long time since I came around. Been a long time but I'm back in town.
This time I'm not leaving without you.

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Stabbin' in the dark (experiment ends)


After all, we reap what we sow...

Heavy leather jacket absorbed some of the zip pellets, but some of them found their mark, scarring my scalp and making shallow incisions in my chest. There is a lingering smell of poorly combusted petrol in the air. That one eyed pistolero just left in his big black beauty muscle car, leaving me to bleed dry out here in the wasteland. But as someone once said: "I can bleed for days."

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Failed experiment - the specimen survived!

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rp

...he got a gallon of gas in a can, drove home, doused everything in the house, torched it,
parked across the street, laughing, watching it burn, all Halloween orange and chimney red...

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A job opportunity poster hanging in New Flagstaff square!

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(*as of now, the poster is removed since the willing Beta was found)

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Getting laid

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It's well past midnight in New Flagstaff, so I fix my violet makeup and squeeze into my favorite yellow skirt.

The group is out and I am with the rest of the girls... my first night working on the wet, oil laden streets of New Flagstaff. Not that I am new to the walk, but you have to play nice to get into this joint. I've made it to the capital... bravo girl!

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heathen

The pressure is building at the base of my spine - If I gotta sin to see you again

then I'm gonna lie, lie, lie

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Transmissions in the dark.

 

 

It's the dead hour of the night. Everything is quiet in New Flagstaff streets. Here are the excerpts from radio transmission between Pablo and Reavy.

Transmission 1:

To [Reavy] *R* whisper* Reavy.. I need backup.
From [Reavy]  *R* Where?
To [Reavy] *R* New Flagstaff Coalition building, then North, advance on foot. It's....  I don't know... that house where we went in the basement... shit... I am going in...
To [Reavy] *radio turned off

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mini exploration event (euro timezone tonight)

(( We will organize a small exploration event later today. If you see Reavy or Brother Engel online feel free to contact us and we will find a way to get you into the group. That's all. ))

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Gang Logs: Waiting & Waiting

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( Might be a difficult read because of all the handles and coded names. Good luck. Strictly OOC knowledge!)

*scribbled in a little green book falsely titled "DIY: Air bending for housewives"

Friday

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Quiet nights


I wake up. She is gone.

 

No, it's not like that. Nothing happened you see. It was just two people out in the wilderness, out of town, out of hassle. Safe in the wilderness, now that sounds strange. I squint my eyes as I crawl out of this small tent and embrace the morning sun.

Yep, she really is gone.

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Gang logs: Corpses

( gang logs - therefore strictly OOC knowledge!)

*scribbled in a little green book falsely titled "DIY: Air bending for housewives"

Sunday

- More than a dozen people attended the chill out jazz party at The Tap yesterday

- Some blonde girl got kidnapped in our hood after the party. Tough luck, but the blondes and kidnappings go hand in hand I guess.

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The photo of a black eyed girl

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( End of "Red Gloves" investigation. The investigation was performed both in game and over FERP. Some evidence was withheld from this post for various reasons. Enjoy. )

Woman

"She is dead." Engel said in a monotonous voice, examining the worn out photo.

"How do you know that she is dead?" Reavy replied, her helmet and voice expressing no emotions.

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Red reflections on a wet street

( Took the "red glove" as a challenge )

red

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Gang Logs: Crystal & Fur

( gang logs - therefore strictly OOC knowledge!)

*scribbled in a little green book falsely titled "DIY: Air bending for housewives"

Saturday

- Here we go again. Lucille managed to establish a "contact" with one of the traders in the street while I was laying low. The stolen ammo deal netted 20 blue chips.

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Grim love tales 2: "The Hag"

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terrible

When I went to Blaine,
that's when my life took a first good bite at me.
Main street, house number 31...

The door was opened by an old hag,
with an alligator face,
and she told me:

 

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Pets wanted (event recruitment thread)

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Hello,

You need a grudge taken care of?
I would need 1-3 pets to compete in Pet Pit Fights. You have to commit to the event either OOC or IC and you need a pet (if you don't have a pet Engel will provide you with a mutt).

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Nuts & Bolts

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stairs
I’m a bad kid and I will survive

Oh I’m a bad kid, don’t know wrong from right
I’m a bad kid and this is my life


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The Horn & The Head

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bo

Honk!!

Honk!!!

Honk!!!!


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Gang Logs: a promising Rookie

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(( Gang logs - therefore strictly OOC knowledge! Also, quite subjective so don't take offense. I will avoid using the word "Badgers" as much as possible - there are many of you and you might take offense even if you weren't present IC. ))

backstreet

*scribbled in a leather bound book falsely titled "DIY: How to Cook without hands?"

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Gang Logs: Purple and Brass

( gang logs - therefore strictly OOC knowledge!)

*scribbled in a leather bound book falsely titled "DIY: How to Cook without hands?"

Saturday

- I am writing this down lest I "forget" what is going on.

- Arranged a modest stash down the street. No security yet, and nothing worth stealing in it. Yet.

- I have set up things in motion to push some goods. Going all in on this one...

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