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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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...and so it begins (part 2)

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"The Mob" is a low tech, hard core role playing gang centered in New Flagstaff slums. 

The "Hard core role playing" part explained:

- IC knowledge about the Leader of the Mob is limited to Couriers (officer rank in the clan) at the moment.
- Items and vehicles that your character visibly owns should be acquired through salvaging, crafting or RP stealing as much as possible.
- The VIP vault is intended as a RP "stash" of the gang. You can place everything that you steal there, but if the stash is found it could be raided by the police or other gangs.

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Grim love tales 1: "Heart & Asphalt"


from a diary of an unknown clone:

I was driving towards the town
90 miles an hour
I wasn't drunk or high
Clean as a rose, with the sunshine in my eyes
I was driving towards the town
90 miles an hour

I saw you hitchhiking and I brought the car to a halt
You entered my car and you fastened your seat belt

And the radio was booming with an old love song
My arm rested on your shoulder
There, on that hot asphalt my heart will remain forever

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Pre-Fall tale 3/3: the mother

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Pre-Fall tale 3/3 - the mother
 
(Continued)
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Pre-Fall tale 2/3 - the nurse

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Shiva virus spread overnight killing millions and trigering a strange, insecure war. Then the bombs started to rain down from the sky. You couldn't actually see them explode and talk about it.

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Pre-Fall tale 1/3 - the hitman

 
My name is Martina. I kill dying people.
 
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Sun-kissed & Sunburnt (end of Engel's storyline)

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1

New Flagstaff slums, the place where it all boils down, early morning

A good man is hard to find, only strangers sleep in my bed
My favorite words are good-bye and my favorite color is red


 

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Riding on broken glass

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Spiderhill, nightfall

Don't want to think about it, don't want to talk about it
I'm just so sick about it, can't believe it's ending this way

Victory...

Victory...

 

Victory?

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Shaving


Spiderhill, early morning

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test post

this is a test post

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Sun-kissed & Sunburnt ( 2/2 )

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1

Is it all as it seems... so unresolved, so unredeemed?

A dream...

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Sun-kissed & Sunburnt ( 1/2 + ending )

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shiv

Spiderhill, late afternoon, the heat is up


It's only if you work for everyone that you will know everything. How you deal with the information that you have is what makes a difference between a real hustler and a punk.

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Euphoria & Withdrawal (2/2)

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Spriderhill, morning to sundown

- The doorman of the Fort gets a kick out of calling me "sir".

- I have checked the locks, doors and windors on the Fort. It seems Joe brought in some boxes earlier. I wanted to check them out for possible bombs, but Brown said there is just paper inside. What would they do with so much paper is beyond me. Probably books.

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Euphoria & Withdrawal (1/2)

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( This story is a bit pathetic, but it is coming from a child's perspective so please take this into account when reading it. Thanks.)

Some other place, some other time

Come loose your dogs upon me, and let your hair hang down.
You are a little mystery to me, every time you come around.

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Bordertown (2/2)

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1

Well there's no hope for peace and reconciliation
You're quick to play your hand but what you haven't learnt is patience

Spiderhill, one dusty morning

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Bordertown (1/2)

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Things to do before I die:

Say goodbye to Reavy - check

...

That's about it... I like to keep my lists short.

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Who will die?

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shiv

You don't really know why, but you wanna justify rippin someone's head off
No human contact - and if you interact your life is on contract


Barret Manor, garage, morning

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House choirs

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Barret Manor, early morning

It's six in the morning. The town of Barret Manor was still quiet and the cold night was lingering in dark corners. Farmers were already out in the cornfield and the rest were just lazy and sleeping. A short, stocky man approached the back door of the bar, unlocking it with a set of keys and letting himself inside.

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Drunk.

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I am back. Some fella took over my job as a janitor of the bar, but he got into an accident so they were happy to see me back. I cleaned the john and took my free drink.

1 gin.

In comes Reavy and we talk about business. Our tone looks like we are flirting, but we both get the kick out of it, and people around us have no idea that some real info is passed in both directions. After a double gin we flirt for real.

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You know my name - part 3/3

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fracture

Arm yourself because no-one else here will save you
The odds will betray you
And I will replace you

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You know my name (2/3)

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sink

If you take a life do you know what you'll give?
Odds are you won't like what it is.<--break->

 

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You know my name - part 1/3

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shiv

When the storm arrives, would you be seen with me
By the merciless eyes I've deceived

Sunshine Corners, 6 months ago, stormy night

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Calm like a bomb

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* Engel was not seen for two days, and the safety mechanism he created springed this letter to Veronica Volt


Maria,

(the note starts with a crossed over and smudged name, like a habitual mistake)

Wonder Woman,

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Two hustlers, two mercs and a goat

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( The meeting was held in a public place. However, knowledge about it is limited to those present. If you have means to contact those that were eavesdropping, please do. )

The meeting took place in front of a post office in Sunshine Corners. There were meant to be only two gentlemen attending it, but as it turned out, they both brought a body guard. To complete the scene, a scapegoat walked between them.

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Preemptive blackmail ( IC letter to Joe Spivey )

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( Engel sent this letter demanding extortion money from Joe, whom he never actually met. The attempt to shake some chips off Joe is almost a bluff, but seeing that V.V. is heading into what could possibly be a suicide mission to Chemtown, he decided to interfere somehow. Regardless, the content is strictly OOC knowledge since it contains incriminating accusations. Please don't use it IC unless you find a magical way to intercept the letter. )


Dear "Joe",

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a silly fight scene


I just had to share this silly fight scene. Don't take offense, I just go along with the flow of these crazy emotes. It gets better later on. Enjoy and don't take it serious please.

 

One eyed guy blocks Engel's path for no reason.

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Smuggling run (IC) - a RP lift (OOC)

 

* a note is scribbled on the toilet walls in Oilville and Kingman

 

"You need a ride up to New Flagstaff and Barret Manor? I can lend you a scrap bike and fuel if you wanna join up for mutual protection through the wasteland. Ask for Sancho in the bar. "

 

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Beginning of a love poem

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Black Beer Bar, noon
Two gentlemen are drinking whiskey in the corner of the bar

older man's voice:
"...Well that was disappointing. I thought the little punk would be more of a challenge."

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in Black Beer Bar...

 



Engel, flirting as usual in the bar. After about an hour he seems to have given up on a girl and starts to say good bye of sorts...

 

...

[Brother Engel] says: Thanks .... Reavy? - as if asking if that is her name

Reavy shakes her head with smile, speaking silently "Giving up so soon?"

Reavy then just nods to him

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blind eyes

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Barret manor diner, evening

"Hello, I love you - won't you tell me your name?"

Or so the song goes. But that's me - I fall in love real fast. They come and go, and they do it exactly the same number of times. They come. And they go. I ain't lonely, but I wish at least one would just come and forget this "leaving" part.

 

 

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