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Post by iFreebird on January 10th 2013, 20:01

A few hours had passed since the meeting on the deck. Donald was in the mess hall drowning himself in whiskey. There were many other sailors in the mess hall but none of them sat around Donald. They all new not to bother him when he is drinking.

" Barkeep another bottle "

The barkeep came up and put the bottle on the table in front of Donald

" Don't you think you have had enough for one night mac"

" don't you think you should just leave the bottle here and then go back behind the bar like a good barkeep"

Donald opened the bottle and pored himself a glass then downed the glass.

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Post by Guest on January 10th 2013, 20:52

CHAPTER 5: Ghosts
CHARACTER: Leon Zhirov
SETTING: Williamsburg, Outskirts
DATE: OCTOBER 21, 2181

Leon left as soon as he could. After telling the Major about what that psyco bandit said he gave him a so much supplies he was afraid the horse might fall over.

"Don't worry buddy we will rest soon." Leon said as he padded the horse.

Leon then heard a faint noise. He stopped the horse and keep listening......crack.......
Leon rushed his horse behind some bushes and dropped to the ground and raised his M-16. He looked around but didn't see anything. Soon out of woods he saw five men wearing dark clothes with red X's on there faces they were carrying weapons Leon has never seen.

"Who the hell are theses guys?" Leon said under his breath. He was still watching them when he notices they were heading to Williamsburg. Leon couldn't risk the towns safety he had to be sure and deal with them. Leon the picked up two rocks and smacked them together, alerting the red X men. As they slowly walked to him, Leon took out his new (Blue Hawk) combat knife and got ready. He counted to ten and soon as he was done the enemy was in the kill range.

The man reached into the bush but yet out a yelp that scared the other men. Leon took his knife out of the mans arm and stabbed him in his neck.

"Holy F&%@" one man said
"GHOSTS SHOOT THAT SH&THEAD" said another one

Leon didn't have time to spare he held the newly dead man in front him to shield him and grabbed his gun aimed and shot 3 three of them square in the chest. The last man ran back to the wood to use trees as cover. Leon pulled the knife out of his meat shields neck and threw the knife in the back of the feeling mans skull. Leon let his shield fall the the ground and walked over to the other man and leaned down to get his knife.

Thats when the pain kicked in. Leon grabbed his should and saw blood. His knife when it was in the first mans neck had made a deep cut into his shoulder.

"Damn it" said Leon "That was a rookie mistake"
Leon keep his hand on the wound and walked over to his supplies. He quickly bandaged his wound as best he could. Its been years since he fought with a knife but still he should have been better. Leon then grabbed his backpack and his rifles. Were did those guys come from anyway. Leon started walking the way the men came, he need to make sure there weren't more of them or it will be last night all over again, but this time it would only him fighting.

After a while he came to a hill, he saw a huge machine, it was surrounded by more of the men he fought earlier. Leon needed a better look. He took his sniper rifle and sighted it in he scanned each person. He saw a brownish blond teenage, a man playing with a knife and.......Leon gasped

It was Karv the man who killed his father, the man that help him join the Hawks during his training, and was one of Leon mentors.

Leon finally was going to have his revenge, he lined up his shot, took his breath and said his mantra

"Kill all who would kill you or a innocent." Leon pull the trigger......
nothing happened. The gun had jammed. Leon looked thorough the scope to make sure his target was still there. He saw Karv face and he was laughing.

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Post by Goldenbudda21 on January 10th 2013, 21:01

Chapter 8: Awake
Character: Darius Ashry
Setting: Eye of Rutherford
Date: October 20, 2180

*clang clang clang* Darius' forced themselves open. He wasn't used to not seeing the sun when he woke. Normally, the Egyptian sun would feel the cool night with warmth and a hardy glow, now all that woke him was a dim light that hung above his head and some lunatic at his door.
"Excuse me, Mr. Hotep, it's Elizabeth. You said to wake you up in a few hours."
'I guess I did say that...' Darius thought to himself. "Alright, give me a moment, let me get dressed." He shouted. He got up and before he could put his khaki pants on his first leg, Elizabeth burst through the door. "Whoa...what..." Darius was stunned.
"Oh, im sorry." She said as her face filled with blood and closing the door. "I thought you said to come in."
"No..." Darius yelled. He could only assume that she did it on purpose, but he knew what people said about those who assumed. He brushed it off and finished putting on his Egyptian accessories. Ring, collar, hair, and then he tied his khopesh daggers at his side.

"Okay," He said stepping out of his room. "What shall we do first?"
"Lets go up on deck. You'll enjoy the night sky and the dark ocean."
"Wait, night? What time is it?" Darius asked.
"Well, its 4 in the morning."
"You mean the sun hasn't even came up?"
"Nope."
Darius wasn't sure how he would get used to this...he wasn't used to not waking up to sunlight. But, he would be on land soon enough.

They reached the deck and he looked out...land...there was none. "Where is all the land?"
"Its about 400 miles that way." Elizabeth said pointing forward.
"I think I need a drink." Darius said holding his forehead. All of this was so new to him. Ships, ocean, NO LAND...all was so alien.
"Oh, we have a bar. Would you like me to take you there?"
'Why is this chick so happy? Isn't she a killer?' Darius thought to himself. "Um, yeah sure."
Darius followed her through the low halls until it opened to a door reading captains club. They entered.

The room was smoky and not many were around. There was the barkeep, a man who seemed to be leaving, if he could make it out. A man in the far corner asleep, and Donald at the bar with his head pressed firmly against the counter and his left hand holding firmly to a tall glass bottle.

"Ah, Donald is here." Darius said as he started forward but Elizabeth grabbed him by the arm.
"Uh uh," she said shaking her head. "Not while he is drinking...he isn't a pleasant person to be around."
"Ma'am, I am someone who has been around their fair share of people, I am a good judge of character, this man couldn't be too much different than he was earlier. Hard drink doesn't do that much to you." Darius didn't know what he was talking about. The Egyptian brew he spoke if was like soda compared to what is liquor. He walked up to the bar and sat next to Donald. "I'll has a drink of what he is having." Darius said in his normal, deep calming voice.
The bartender poured what was left of the other bottle that was behind the counter. "Well, that's my last bit except what ole Donald's got right there. I'll need to restock when we port in New York. It won't be cheap either."
"To money," Darius said holding the small shot glass up, "the reason all go to America." He downed the concoction and his face turned pale. "What is this putrid brew?" Darius said throwing the glass down. "This has no flavor at all. It taste like Nile wash...bring me something different before I have to force myself to throw that putrid excuse of a drink back up."

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Re: Post Apocalyptic RP Restart

Post by Rocknbaseball on January 10th 2013, 21:24

Chapter 1 continued: The Beginning of the End
Character: John Remedio
Location: Liberators Camp, Miami
Date: October 15, 2181

Lieutenant Wilkes was in charge of the Recon team. He was waiting in the War Room for the Commander. He has never been more nervous in his life. After what he saw, who wouldnt be.

John rushed into the War Room, for he new this was not good news."Lieutenant, whats the emergency?"

"Commander, um... there is no lighter way to say this, but we're gonna get invaded."

"What!" John didnt understand exactly what the Lieutenant meant. "There is an army of at least 200 of them forming in the west, Commander its an invading army.

John tried to think straight. How could the Bloodhounds have massed this big an army. It was more than double the men they had. "What forces do they have in this army."

"My team counted 15 heavily armored trucks with mounted .50 caliber machine guns, there was also a large number of rpg and flamethrower infantry."

John thought this over. Flamethrowers and RPGs. They want to burn the camp to the ground."Javy, how many of those javelin missiles do we have left?"
Javier thought for a second."If im correct only 5 left."

"I want a squad with those javelins on the rooftops next to the canal, I want the explosives team to place IEDs on that bridge, also send two recon squads to patrol the north. Everyone else to there defensive positions."

"Yes sir." Javy snaped a quick salute and ran out of the room. An invasion? From the west? The Bloodhound's base was located to the north, in the Miami Gardens. Why would they attack from the west. John didn't like it, he assumed the west was a distraction to attack from the north. But wouldnt it make sense to do it the other way around. It troubled John greatly.

John went to his quarters and opened his armory. He put on his ballistic vest then went on to grab his XM8 assualt rifle and holstered his KAP-40. He went outside into the night and then stared at the stars. He wondered where his father was now. He never believed in Heaven, or God for that fact, but somehow he felt his dad was out there, watching over him. He could use him right now. All he could do is wait.


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Post by Guest on January 10th 2013, 21:26

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Unknown time
Unknown place, though possibly a KGB outpost in Russia

[Niklas, it is an honor to have your presence here.] Nikolai said, looking up from the hologram globe.

[Please, I am a mere guest in your rather impressive base.] Niklas said, looking around the War Room. It illuminated blue, the main source of light was the large globe.

[It is no wonder why the KGB are stuff of legend. You're always one step ahead.]

[Indeed. Anyway, lets talk business. There is a rather... odd... matter that we need to address, one I cannot decide if it is a threat... or just comical.]

Niklas was puzzled.

[What do you mean?]

[Well, one of my KGB agents found the location of Dr. Clarke, but we ran into an issue.] Nikolai made a hand motion, and the globe dissolved and a picture came up. There, one of the strangest thing Niklas has ever seen was in full size before him.

[What.... is... THAT?] Niklas exclaimed. The picture depicted Dr. Clarke being escorted into a base by tall, human-like things.

[Humans. We think. Giants, perhaps from a different planet.]

[Aliens?]

[We don't know.] He said, motioning his hand again. This time, it showed pictures of large robotic-like machines, among several other things Niklas has never seen before.

[Whoever they are, they are FAR more technologically advance than we are, some of these things we didn't even know existed.] Nikolai said, rubbing the 5 o'clock shadow on his face. He let out a sigh, and moved his hand again, this time bringing the globe back up.

[Wait a minute... Most of these things are mechanical, yes? What about Electromagnetic weapons? EMP grenades, EPx2 rockets, they won't stand a chance.] Niklas said.

[Fuhr, I admire your determination, but a full scale invasion would be suicide. We need to wait.... and see....]

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Post by iFreebird on January 10th 2013, 21:46

Donald's head rose as he heard the barkeep say it was the last of the whiskey and then Hotep complain about the drink. He stood up from the bar stool and pushed Hotep on the shoulder hard enough that he would fall off

" You don't know shit about a good dwink and you dont know shiiiiiiiiit about Amawica" Donald swayed back and forth he had been at the bar since 12 am and all he did was drink and drink and drink.

" People don't go to america for money. They go there for Freedom the chance to get away from the governments and the laws its a pla....." Donald stumbled almost falling then stood straight up again " A place were a man can do as he please make a family settle down not have to follow the rules of some King who kills his own kin"

a man in the corner stood up and shouted " Don't talk like that about King James he's a good man who brought order to the chaos"

Out of anger Donald picked up a bar stool with one arm and launched it at the man in the corner hitting his head. It was amazing he could hit anything but the floor. " Our king brought the chaos then murder brought the order" He turned to hotep

" This man is friends with our king i say we show him what we think of him" Elizabeth walked over to Donald putting her hand on his chest and other arm on his shoulder pushing him back " Don't do this Don he isnt from our country he dosent need to be brought into our problem"

Donald ignored her " I challenge you to a fight in the pit tomorrow after the 8 o'clock whistle no knives swords or guns just our fist." before Hotep could accept or decline the challenge the ship hit a large wave knocking Donald off his feet and onto a wooden table crushing the table. Donald passed out soon after

" Great now i have to buy a new bar stool and a table then nail the table to the floor again boy i cant wait for this drunk to get kicked off the boat"

Elizabeth checked in Donald to make sure he was breathing and not hurt. She then ran her hand down the side of the face " Poor thing"

She walked over and helped Hotep to his feet then turned her head to the bartender
. " You watch your mouth about what you say. Donald Macaulay is a god dam war hero and your lucky to even know man as brave as him"

she turned back to Hotep " Let me show you more of the ship maybe a place where there isn't a drunken ape with anger issues." She smiled as she grabbed Hotep by the hand and lead him away from the bar and the passed out Donald
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Post by Goldenbudda21 on January 10th 2013, 22:08

Chapter 9: Before the Fight
Character: Darius Ashry
Setting: Eye of Rutherford
Date: October 20, 2181

"Who dies that drunken fool think he is dealing with?" Darius exclaimed. "I can't believe such a weak man would let himself be so deranged just from a bit of drink."
"Hotep, come now. He is gone. Just calm down. Donald isn't really like that. He just had too much to drink.
"He is weak, and a fool." Darius sat there as Elizabeth tried to calm him. "I have had drink before too, and I have never lost myself as he has."
"Hotep, with all do respect, our drinks are stronger than yours. And Donald has had way more than any one man should drink. Please, try to calm down. Give him some time to sober up. He will be fine."
"Yes, he will need time to sweat of hs intoxication. That way when I beat him to a pulp tomorrow, he will have no excuses."
"What!? Your not really going to fight him..."
"I have no choice. Drunk or not, he has challenged me and insulted my honor. To decline would be to indult his honor and I will not do that. I will reclaim honor tomorrow in this ring."

Elizabeth just sat there. She was conflicted. The man she admired, Donald, and the man who made her heart stop beating, Hotep, fighting. "I won't watch either of you do this. If you must be brutish pigheaded men then so be it!! But I won't be there to support either of you!!" She turned and walked off. She knew that these two men had made her soft...there was a time she was a hardcore killer or men...now all she had was passion. She finally felt like being a lady, and she was going to be one if it meant those two beating their brains out.

Darius watched her march off. 'Such an intoxicating woman...i am glad she will not come. I wouldn't be able to focus tomorrow if she did.' He thought to himself. He then got up from his bed and exited towards the inter-ship gym that Elizabeth had shown him before they returned to his room. 'It has been a long time since I have fought with my hands...ill need to refresh myself.' He spent hours in the gym punching and kicking on dummies. Darius was not the most powerful man in the world, but how speed was unparallel. Years if running up and down sand dunes was an easy way to pick up strength, and so, his legs were a crucial part to his hand-to-hand combat. He would use this to knock some sense into that drunkard.

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Post by Agent Dawn on January 10th 2013, 23:49

Chapter Six: Unexpected
Character: Alana Groombridge
Setting: Ostego County, New York. Base Delta Prime.
Date: October 11th, 2181

It would seem that the Earthborn is exhibiting early forms of dementia and moderate case of schizophrenia. He is in a stable state health wise but I think there is more behind him than we know right now. The Base Commander picked me to speak to him, although I didn't know why I was picked but I soon figured out that it was because I look the most "normal" among us.

He did indeed appear to be.. crazy of sorts, although i understand his position. To him I'm an alien from another planet. It was a bit difficult to get a conversation going but when we did he almost resumed another personality.

"Hahahaha. They can't get me here'" He said in a random burst.

I asked him who he was running from and he literally snapped and jumped over the table and tried to attack me. He quickly met the ground as I diverted his momentum and literally let him all to the ground. The Security team detained him but I still had more questions than answers.

Was this what I was looking for.
Is this my answer?

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October 11th, 2181

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Our knowledge has made us cynical,
our cleverness hard and unkind.
We think too much and feel too little.
More than machinery we need humanity,
more than cleverness we need kindness and gentleness.

Without these qualities life will be violent and all will be lost.

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Post by Rocknbaseball on January 10th 2013, 23:53

Chapter 2: Wait no longer
Character: John Remedio
Location: Liberator's Camp
Date: October 16, 2181

John was in the west bunker over looking the canal. He looked to his right and saw the bridge he ordered to be IEDed. Everything was in place.

Then it began. It started at 3:37 a.m. A mortar hit next to the bunker where John was. "Mortars!" he screamed to his soldiers. Recon didnt say anything about mortars. It didnt matter he needed to find a way around it.

He looked through the mailbox like slot of the bunker and saw dozens of trucks lined up with .50 cals on the other side of the canal.

They opened fire.

The sound of the .50 cals drowned everything else that could have possibly been heard, except for the mortars of course. John got his portable radio and speaked into it.

"To all recon teams patroling the north, the attack has started from the west, they have mortar teams pinning us down. I need you to take them down! over."

No response

John wondered what happened to recon. Then a voice came over the radio. "John they are sending infantry from the north, do you copy." It was Javy. "Send Delta and Iowa squads to defend that area" John responded."Roger that!"

John looked out of the bunker and saw two javelin missiles in the air. As they descended two counter-missile projectiles shot up and hit the javelins before they did any damage. John couldnt believe what he saw when the smoke cleared.

A dozen 4 ft tall droids armed with anti-missile projectiles and light machine guns started charging forward, somehow swimming through the canal. "Fire at those droids!" John screamed through the noise of gunfire.

The Droids took massive amounts of hits and only two were destroyed before they reached the shore. "Fall back to the town center into the buildings!" John commanded.

Everyone fell back and the droids started gunning them down. John cursed as bullets hissed by him. He then managed to get inside one of the homes of the civilians. Private Johnson and Private Rodriguez were beside him. "Fire at those droids!" he told them. He got on the radio. "Javy, whats the situation up north?"

No response

"What the hell is goin on!" he screamed. He picked up his XM8 and looked out the window. Flamethrower infantry were moving in. He aimed and fired six burst and knocked down 3 of them. The others turned and started to fire but Johnson and Rodriguez took them down. "Nice shot" He told them. "We have to get out the back and get to David's cabin."

Rodriguez looked at John. "By the sound of it they moved in from the north. It'll be difficult" he said. John got the radio. "Linda, you there?" Linda was a good friend of John since he was a kid. "Im here John, with David."

"Ok good, thank you Linda. Hold that position, im on my way."

"Will do, and hurry John."

"I will."

John led the two privates out the back and made his way around the house. There was still a lot of gunfire going on. Not too many of the Infantry moved in from the west, and it looked like the droids are all down. It was clear... for now.

They finally got too the cabin but there were Bloodhounds meters away. With extreme quickness John took down 3 more while the privates took down the rest of the squad. He went and opened the door. He saw Linda sitting beside David holding his hand. She turned and looked at him with sadness he hadnt seen before from her.

"John, he..."

She started crying now. John moved to his grandfathers side. He was there laying face up, pale and cold. John checked for a pulse.

John's heart stoped.

He couldnt believe it. He lost him. The one who comfort him with his stories and knowledge of combat. He didnt realize that explosions were getting closer.

"John we have to go" said Johnson.

He snaped out of it. "Get him inside a body bag, there should be one in the back." His voice was low and had no authority, very unlike him, but it got the attention of the privates and Linda. "We're gonna go to the back parking lot and get on one of the Trucks."

He got the radio. "This is a general order, everyone is to fallback to Oasis." Oasis was the code name of the beach they picked to leave Miami if necesary. He put down the radio and looked at Linda.

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Eye Color: Deep Green

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Character: Grimmsidor Halifax
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Time: Then

"You ok?"

"Yeah just a little sick is all."

A smile spreads across his face as he tries to calm the sick child, a pang of fear runing through his body.

The sickly child coughs and wheezes, eventually her fit stops.

"I am cold, can you sleep with me, tonight?"

The small lamp in the center of the room shines a weak light, throwing dark shadows onto the walls giving a sense of hopelessness.

"Yes of course, I'll sleep with you."

He went and hugged the child, tears cutting streaks through the grime on his cheeks. Dampening her hair.

"It will be ok don't worry, we'll make it."

I am scared the child wheezed through another coughing fit.
"The room is getting darker, what's happening?"

"Shhh child don't be scared you'll be alright."

And just as he told the child to not fret, one last breath escaped the mouth of the child and she sat inert in his lap.

He gave out an anguished cry. He hugged the child, he was now truly alone.

He packed his things and set out on the road. The last thing he saw before he reached the crest of the hill was the graves he dug for his family.

2 large gravestones that housed his parents and 2 smaller gravestones, one which now holds the body of the child, one still open and unfilled,

Now he is truly alone. But one day he will see them again, he promised.

He set out with tears streaking down his face.

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//I am sorry for the triple post, but I need to get caught up. Plus I'll fill up the lull in the story.//

Character: Grimmsidor Halifax
Location: Anselm, Missouri
Time: October 2181

"Awake little one... I have seen your struggles. I have seen your brightest moments and your darkest hours. No need to hide your character from me. You may hide behind a mask to cover your anguish and pain, but I see the true color of your soul."
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After a rousing job requiring the extermination of some... undesirable characters I head back to Anselm.

I carried the items my employer asked for me to bring.

The sun shining off the now dried blood on my shoulder plates. The constant thump of my metal shod feet, echoing in my carapace of armor. .

The small town has become an oasis for many. Anselm was a bustling shantytown built into the ruins of a small city suburb. The streets filled with vendors and storefronts showing the shop's wares. The mostly intact buildings once again housing families.

As I walk down the avenue many passerbys take nervous glances and whisper amongst themselves. Many people this far east have not seen a Technomancer before. Many of them probably know of my guild from stories or hushed conversations. Many whispering "I thought they were just a story." or "I thought they stayed near the west coast." Thanks to my autosenses I was able to listen in to these conversations.

My eye pieces registering all the faces in the crowd, classifying them as green or civilians. Except for te occasional shifty character that's classified as yellow or a possible hostile.

When I hear a small thunk against my shin. I peer down and a child about 12 years old is rubbing his forehead, and he slowly looks up and finally gazes at my visage.

Thoroughly caked in blood, my armor probably looks more terrifying than usual. The child stands up to run, when he sees a local law enforcement officer run around a street corner.

"Stop thief", the officer screams.

He came to a running stop a few paces away from where I am standing. He takes a visible step back and stares at the weaponry on my person before saying "Ugh, ...sir would you move aside so I can proceed to arrest this criminal."

I stare down at the child hiding behind me, clinging to my leg. He meets my eyes and gives me a tear filled stare.

"Officer", I reply "What are the charges help against this ruffian?"

"He has stolen edibles from the general store and I have been asked to arrest him."

I stare down at the boy again, "Can he simply return what he stole?"
Knowing that the boy probably already ate the food or that he stashed it somewhere.

"That's not in accordance with the law sir. He has to pay the value of the item he stole and a fine of 100 credits. The alternative is jail time."

I bend my knees a bit so my mouth piece is close the to boy's head. I whisper into the boy's ear, "I severely doubt you have that kind of money hmm? Well I'll handle the situation for you. Just release my leg."

The boy looked at my face plate and slowly released my leg.

"Thank you for complying sir" the Officer took a step forward and began to unhook metal restraints from a pouch. "Come here you little..."

I raise my hand and stop him, "I will pay the boy's fine."

I reached into a pouch on my hip and dug out a small leather bag.

"Here's 200 credits, pay the fine and stolen items. You can keep the rest as payment for your trouble."

The officer stood with his mouth opened and was able to voice a soft "Thank you." He soon walked away with a smile on his lips.

I looked down at the boy and took a knee. I took off my a small satchel that was strapped to my thigh. I handed it at the boy and gave him a small bag.

"I know what it feels like to be hungry. I think this should hold you over for a while."

The boy opened the satchel and found it was full of foodstuff and purified water. He eyed the contents hungrily and opened the small bag. It was full of credits.

He turned to say thank me but I just nodded at him and pounded down the street once again.

"I know what it is like to get caught too", I chuckle into my helmet. "Too bad no one was their to bail me out."

A memory floated into my mind. It was a talk I once had with Raspine, the Master of the Forge of my old contingent.

"Why do you care for these tribals? They are easily corrupted, they betray us, and are easy to break. Dont misplace your faith Warsmith."

Even though he out ranked me I still noisily voiced my opinion, for I am a founding Technomancer I out class him. I calmly replied, "How ironic you say that because you described exactly what I was about to say about all this technology you worship. You should use it to help humanity in current times, not hide away in a castle and horde it for a future that may never arrive."

That was a couple days before i broke rank. My fellow elders understood where I was coming from, so they let me leave with full honors.

Still the whispers have not ceased ever since I left my guild.

What is this omen.

Still deep in thought I head towards the mayor's office to give the items he requested.

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CHAPTER 8: THE STORM
CHARACTER: DANIEL WHIT
SETTING: WILLIAMSBURG OUTSKIRTS
DATE: OCTOBER 21, 2181


//Will, this post will take place a bit before yours, but will continue long after.//

As the Panzer landed, Daniel silently watched the sun slowly rise above the horizon. It was the most beautiful thing he had seen in days, and would probably remain so for days to come. Suddenly, the Ghosts were moving and left the Panzer in a hurry. Karv had told them to scout Williamsburg before they attacked the town. Tom originally offered to go with, but Karv decided he should stay.

The ground was covered in a yellowish grass, and few birds sung in the trees. Daniel strained to say where the Ghosts had gone. However, their speed and stealth were unmatched, and Daniel gave up trying to find them. The Panzer was strategically placed on a hill, which gave the trio a vantage point over the forest. In the distance, smoke rose from what Daniel assumed was Williamsburg. After ten minutes or so, the Ghosts did not return.

Where the hell are they?

Tom must have been thinking the same thing when he said, "Bet they found some nice ladies in Williamsburg." Karv studied him for a second and then laughed. "Helix is probably drinking himself raw," said Karv with a chuckle. Daniel managed a slight laugh. He knew too well, even for his age, the effects of alcohol. Then, a shot rang out. Before Daniel could draw his shotgun, blood splattered his face. Someone yelled. "Shit! I-I got hit!" yelled Karv. As Daniel wiped his eyes, Tom drew his machete and crouched. He shushed Daniel, and ran off into the woods.

Karv's shoulder was spewing blood as he climbed back into the Panzer. "Follow Tom. They got me real good. I need to treat this at base," he said meekly. The color in his face was drained. Daniel nodded solemnly and brought out his shotgun, which Brandon had given him days before. Daniel ran off in the direction Tom was heading. He began to huff as he reached the bottom of the hill. Some of the grass was splattered with blood, and Daniel recognized the Butcher assault-rifles of one of the Ghosts.

Suddenly, the sound of metal hitting metal rang out above the trees, Daniel ran around a cluster of bushes and saw Tom engaged with a young man with dark black hair and cold blue eyes. The young man lunged forward and launched a flurry of slashes with a knife at Tom. Barely able to escape, Tom flipped and rolled to escape the blade. Landing on his feet, Tom threw his knife at the man. The man ducked under it and grabbed it by the hilt.

Holy shit!

Daniel regained his sense, and readied his shotgun. "Hey prick! Lower your knife," he said calmly. The man turned for a split second, and Tom was able to gain the upper hand. He grabbed the man's wrist and used it to flip over him in one swift move. Moments later, Tom delivered an elbow strike to his neck, and the young man crumbled. Debating whether to shoot him or not, Daniel bit his lip. The man groaned. "Easy there..." the man said wearily. Tom dusted off his pants and said a short thanks to Daniel.

"Give me one goddamn reason not to blow your head off," Daniel yelled at him. The man faced him, and said quietly, "The man you serve is not who he says he is. Karv is obsessed with power, and would kill both of you in an instant for it." Tom walked over and punched him angrily in the temple. "Karv has done more for me than anyone!" he nearly screamed at him. The young man coughed. "Believe what you want, but Karv will eventually dispose of the both of you. I would know. He killed my father," he said indignantly. Daniel's eyes opened wide. He was told by the orphanage that both of his parents were murdered when he was only five.

"Tom," Daniel said finally, "We have to hear him out. Remember, Karv did just leave us here, after all." Tom sighed and motioned for the young man to speak. The young man stood quietly and began. "My father was in a group of marksmen called the Hawks. In their time, there wasn't a better group of snipers in the entire world. However, Karv was the youngest and jealous of my father's acclaimed 'Eagel Eye.' Eventually, he decided to murder him. In his sleep. Like a coward." Immediately, Tom defended him. "Karv would never do that! He believes in equality and justice!" he yelled. Daniel elbowed him, and Tom doubled over. He pointed the gun at him. "I believe him, Tom. Whether you do or not will determine the course of this bullet," Daniel said sternly.

Moments later, Tom stood. "Fine. I'm gonna' need more proof, though. Me and you are gonna talk...?" Tom said, requesting his name. "Leon," the man said and stuck out his hand. Tom shook and said, "Nice to meet you on better terms, Leon." Daniel studied him and said, "My name's Daniel." Leon grabbed a rifle from the nearby bushes and handed Tom's blade back to him. "Right," Leon said, "Let's talk."

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Chapter 6: Visitors?
October 21st, 2181

Alex looked out on the deck, seeing land just from the horizon.

[Looks like we made it to America.] Anelie said, using her hand to shield her eyes.

[How are we going to find Clarke?] Natter asked, [It will take months if we just go asking around.]

[Haven't thought about that yet. Who knows, maybe it'll be easier than you think. A Russian will stick out like a sore thumb in this nation.] Anelie said, [Either way no one said it would be... What's that?] She asked, pointing to something in the sky. It appeared to be a plane of sorts.

[Huh. Not often you find a working plane, let alone someone who knows how to use it.] Natter said, [Maybe we underestimate this place?]

[Perhaps.] Alex said. As they were getting closer, natter brought out the High Power scope and looked into it.

[Wow, there's actually quite a few people here, some shady looking... WHAT THE FUCK!?] He shouted, and fell backwards and crawled until his back was against the wall. His face was pale, and he was panting heavily.

[What?! What happened, what did you see?] Anelie asked. Natter's lips only quivered, but he pointed to the telescope. Anelie was reluctant, and she looked to Alex.

[Oh hell no...] Alex mumbled, and took a breath for a moment before looking into the scope. Everything seemed normal, not too different from Germany. Ruins of old buildings, shanty's and other miscreant houses, he even saw a couple people. He turned the telescope a little, and he felt his heart jump to his throat.
He saw a man, taller than one he has ever seen before, at least 7 or 8 feet tall.
Yea I know, Germany=metric. FK YOU I DONT KNOW METRICZ IM AN AMERICAN!
He was extremely pale, almost totally white, and his eyes had no color to them. That wasn't what Alex was scared about. The scary part, was that he was looking directly at him, despite Alex looking into the telescope. He backed up, and he slumped against the wall and slid down, until he was sitting on the ground.

[Ok guys, if this is a joke it isn't funny, you're freaking me...] She turned when there was a THUMP from somewhere on the ship.

[ALIENS! ALIENS! THEY'RE TAKING OVER EARTH!] Natter screamed, and he tried to get up and run but Anelie punched him right in the jaw, knocking him out. Alex looked at the unconscious body on the floor then looked at Anelie, and he suddenly regained his composure.

that looked like it hurt...

[Alex, what did you see?] Anelie asked.

[It... I don't know. It looked like a man, but he was taller than any I have seen before, by far. His skin looked like he has never seen the sun before, and his eyes had no color to them.]

[How did you know the eye thing?]

Alex gulped. [He was looking right at me.]

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Chapter 3: Long road to nowhere
Character:Grimmsidor Halifax
Location: New Charleston, West Virginia
Date: October 21, 2181


When you were found your soul was a blinding white, innoocence was a virtue. Now after taking the armor of contempt you have painted it black. Your moral code is nothing, but ashes.

The mayor of Anselm, a pale pudgy man, asked me to bring him some codes from a raider infested complex. After making short work of the raiders I managed to find a console , that by some miracle of the machine, still had power running to it.

I managed to hack into the console and downloaded the codes. When I returned to Anselm the Mayor told me the codes were for access to the resevoir under the small town. When I heard this I refused payment. I was happy to help this small settlement.

Now the ash at my feet dulled the color of my metalshod boots. The ash adding a dulling effect to the normally bright metal. The fresh blood of raiders on my hands. Walking is such an inconvenient way to travel, he thought.

After walking for a few more miles he came across a scrambled signal.

"As...[static] needed immediately. This is Williamsburg, we need assistance. We are under attack from some...[static]. Please respond, anyone out there." and the message ends in static.

Hearing this broadcast got my attention. I bring up the map of the United States on my HUD. Williamsburg is only a couple miles away, well better start walking.


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Post by Goldenbudda21 on January 11th 2013, 02:07

Chapter 10: The fight
Character: Darius Ashry
Setting: Eye of Rutherford
Date: October 21, 2181

Darius woke from his sleep and adorned his clothing and accessories. He left his khopesh daggers sitting on his bed. "This fight is of honor." He said laying his weapons down. He slept well last night. The strenuous workout and combat practice made his body very tired and that rest made him feel well recovered.

He stepped out of his room and there, at the end of the hallway stood Elizabeth. She looked ay him with sympathetic eyes, he looked for a moment then headed to the ring with was located on the second deck of the ship.

When he entered the room, every person, except Elizabeth, was present in the room. It smelled of sweat, beer, and blood. It made Darius gag, but he held it in, and continued his walk through the crowd of people.

He reached the ring and climbed in. Across from him was Donald. He was bare-chested and wearing a pair of oil stained jeans. His knuckles were taped up with white tape but had blood splotches on them. Donald looked up. His eyes were blood shot and a small beard was beginning to grow proving he hasn't shaven in a few days. His hair was disheveled and he still smelled if liquor.

"You have dishonored me in your drunken stupor." Darius said from across the ring. "I hope you have regained your sanity, I will have no excuses for the end result." Darius began to remove his Egyptian accessories, "You said this is a fight of fists, well, I warn you, I will use more than my fists, my feet are just as deadly. But for safety purposes, I remove my heritage." Darius pulled of his metal collar and handed it to a sailor and the weight if the collar almost sent the man to the floor. "Have you anything to say on your behalf now that you are returned to your self?"


To be cont....

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Donald began to stretch. the tattoos on his body become more see able as he approached his opponent. He had two crosses one on each bicep and then a large red cross on his chest.

As he turned around to face the crowed another cross tattoo could be seen on his back same as the one on the front on this one had the words " God wills it" above it

As he turned back to hotep he smiled " You can use any body part you need to fight boy o wont help you win"

Donald looked out into the crowed for Elizabeth she always stitched him up after a fight where was she now.

as he looked a crew member jumped in the ring " Alright boys ill be the ref during this fight. This so you can win by knock out or making the other man tap out, Hair pulling is not allowed your not women. shin kicking ball smashing foot stepping on plan out mean twisted shit you can think of is allowed. Now touch knuckles and go to your corners.

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Post by Goldenbudda21 on January 11th 2013, 03:04

Chapter 10: The Fight cont...


The bell rang and they both came out of their corners. With lightening quick speed, Darius round house kicked Donald to floor. The crowd went silent. Donald got back up holding his chin. He moved it around and reached into his mouth a ripped a tooth from his bottom set of teeth. "Son of a bitch," Donald exclaimed, "that kinda hurt." Darius was dumbfounded. He just hit this man with one of his most powerful kicks and he got back up like it was nothing. "I believe it's my turn now." Darius was caught from his stupor as Donald's right hand connected with the side if his cheek. Donald's hand was like concrete. Firm and powerful. Darius didn't fall though, but he was clumsy and wobbling. Then Donald's left hand caught him and Darius spiraled to the floor.

Darius stayed down for a moment and then picked himself up. His cheek was swollen and beginning to turn purple. "Looks like we have a fight." Donald laughed. Like a furry of lightning and thunder the two men went out it. Donald swung hard and accurate catching Darius at each turn. To be such a brute, he was fairly quick...but Darius knew he was quicker. Darius dodged a wild swing and caught Donald in the nose. Punch after punch as Donald began to be beaten back into his corner. His nose was splattered with blood and was beginning to turn purple. Darius had Donald pinned up against the ring corner striking with speed that Donald had never seen in his men on board.

However, Darius was getting over confident and repetitive, Donald predicted his next punch and grabbed his fist. Darius froze. "Enough if that shit." With one mighty blow, Donald cracked Darius on the nose breaking it and sending him to the floor. Donald reached down and grabbed the Egyptian by his single pony tail and held him up.and he wailed in him. Stomach shot, face shot, stomach shot, face shot...again and again. Darius was almost lifeless. Then out of nowhere, Darius plunged his right knee into Donald's stomach knocking the air from his lungs.

Darius grabbed Donald by the back of his head and began to plunge each knee, left then right, then left then right, into Donald's face. Then with a large blow, Darius' right knee knocked Donald to the mat. Darius pinned Donald's shoulders to the mat with his knees and sat on his vest and began to pound in Donald's face. Left, right, left, right. Then Donald dodged a cost and flipped Darius over head and into the ring post. Darius got up and Donald followed suit.

Both men were beat up, bruised and bloody. Donald's left eye was swollen with blood and cut off his vision. Darius stood with his nose crooked. Then Darius reached up to his nose and with great force broke it back into place. Donald took that chance to grab a knife and gashed the swollen part of his eye and push the blood out and it ran like a river down his cheek opening up his left eye again. Both men were weak and weary...they didn't have much fight left in them. With one final lurch of energy, Darius launched himself into the air and corkscrewed his body and brought his right foot down with force on Donald but Donald caught his foot and using his velocity against him, threw him to the mat bouncing his head off the floor. But Darius was conscious enough to catch Donald with his knee on the way down.

Both men laid on the mat bloody and knocked out. The sailors that were circled around waited for the ten count then crawled into the ring to retrieve the bruised and bloody bodies of the combatants. The ring was covered in a thin later of the two men's blood. The crowd was in shock...they had never seen such a display of skill, violence, and brute force. There was no winner and no loser, the men had literally beat the other to a bloody pulp.

Both men were given a healing ointment and a metabolism boosting vitamin so that all breaks in the men's faces, feet and hands would heal properly back in the same place. Elizabeth followed after to stitch them both up.

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Post by iFreebird on January 11th 2013, 05:19

" Ow easy with that needle" Donald complained as Elizabeth sowed the cut above his shut

" Maybe if you didn't start this fight i wouldn't need to put this needle in and out of your skin"

Donald grunted as she sowed " He got lucky if his knee didnt land that would have been it game over winner Mac"

she laughed " Maybe your the lucky one he was fast lucky he didn't just punch you to death"

" You hit harder then him that man as no strength behind his hits and who uses their legs in a fight "

" I use my legs in a fight"

"Exactly women use their legs the man fights like a girl"

" I'm gonna ignore that last comment and finish this " She tied a little not to hold the stitching in

" Ow fuck we really need to get a Doctor or a nurse maybe a sexy nurse or a sexy doctor"

Elizabeth slapped his cut " You can be a real pig sometimes and i think i did a great job on your eye " She put her medical supplies away and made her way to the door"

" Hey where ya going don't ya wanna grab a drink like we usually do after a fight"

" No if you forgot im technically working and you know what that means you be breaking rule 3. Besides i have to go patch up a true gentlemen your lucky you didn't ruin his face with your brutish fist"

" Why dose that make me lucky? Its his face not mine"

"exactly its his face and i plan on looking at it allot these next two days. So if you ruin it ill kill you in your sleep' She slammed the door on her way out to go to the other medical office to take are of Hotep

" That's all your really good for isn't it killing men that think they can trust you" Donald shouted as she left. He got so angry he flipped the medical bed which also ruined the floor because everything is nailed or some how attached to the floor so it dosen't slide around
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Post by Guest on January 11th 2013, 10:44

Exodus
Unknown time
Aboard the Heart of the Reich

[Mein Fuhr. The captain is pleased to report the ships cloaking capabilities are fully opertational.] A sailor said, and Niklas nodded in approval.

[Very good. Tell his I am pleased with his progress.]

[Yes, Mein Fuhr.] He said, and left the War Room. The one aboard the Heart of the Reich wasn't as impressive as the one he saw in the KGB headquarters, but it was still useful.

[Tell me again what you plan to do Nikolai.] Niklas asked, examining the white dot on the globe. That was the last known location of Dr. Clarke.

[I have intel that there are three people going to get him, to assist in the rebellion. One, conveniently, happens to be one of my Sleeper Agents. Once they extract him, IF they do, then we will take over from there.]

[Are you sure it will work? Not to doubt you, but the situation calls for it. Not to mention there are some kind of... aliens... in America...] Someone wispered in Nikolai's ear, and he smiled.

[Interesting. Actually, I just now received word that they're human.]

[What?]

[I've had a KGB agent watching them for several weeks now. From what he's gathered, they're from a colony on Mars, explaining their rather tall stature. Gravity is lower there, so people grow taller.]

[Mars...Yes... I've heard about that. I thought it was mere rumor.] Many many years ago, when the Great War began, many wealthy people went to Mars, since they would find safe passage there, as well as a peaceful life.

[That also explains their pale skin and eyes, perhaps something from space did that?]

[It is a possibility. I have my best man there, expect more intel to be coming soon.] Nikolai said, looking at the globe. Another white dot suddenly popped up.

[What is that?]

[He found your rebels.] Nikolai said.

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Post by Guest on January 11th 2013, 11:06

CHAPTER 6: New "Friends"
CHARACTER: Leon Zhirov
SETTING: Williamsburg, Outskirts
DATE: OCTOBER 21, 2181

First the cut on his shoulder now the bruise on his head and neck, today was not his day.

He looked at both Daniel and Tom.

"You want me to prove to Karv a monster" said Leon "fine then" Leon then pointed to Williamsburg. "That town you wanted to attack is filled with families and innocent people."

"Wait," said Daniel "So there isn't anything of value there? Not some weapon or something?"

Leon snorted "Like i said only families i should know i was there defending the town when Karv's puppets attacked.

Daniel stood for a second thinking, then he spoke "So it was you leading the villages then."

Leon looked puzzled "I guess you could say that, all did was give a speech and killed the bandit leader.
"You led a couple hundred villages and fought of 5 bandit groups?" asked Dainel
"1 group i killed the other 4 leaders back in Tennessee" Leon said bluntly.

Before Daniel could speak again, Tom cut him off.

"All you told us is you killed our guys and weakened our force so now we are weaker when the Germans attack"

Leon was confused Germans? Attack? this all new but he had to prove to them that Karv is the real enemy and maybe taking Tom down a noch. Leon chuckled

"You forgot the part were i almost kicked you ass with your own knife if your friend didn't stop me." Leon said with a smile

Tom was not amused he was starting to walk toward Leon but Daniel stopped him.

Leon need to hurry this up, he reached into his poach on his armor and pulled out a picture. "This should prove my story about Karv" Leon handed it to Daniel who's eyes grew wide.

It was a old picture of Karv in his Hawk armor.

"Now we got that out of the way wheres Karv and what about that German attack"?

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Post by Goldenbudda21 on January 11th 2013, 11:31

Chapter 11: Pain
Character: Darius Ashry
Setting: Eye of Rutherford
Date: October 21, 2181

Darius sat in silence as Elizabeth placed the bandage on his face. "I was told you fought well. Not many come close to winning against Donald, they say your pretty good with your feet, Donald said that's how women fight." Darius stayed silent. Elizabeth continued to put ointments on his bruises and ice on his eye. "Do you feel ashamed?" Again, Darius was silent. "There we go, all done."
"Thank you." Darius said solemnly.
"Well, I don't want that pretty face to look like that forever. Just be more careful. Donald isn't one to trifle with."
"Where is he?"
"He is in his quarters." Darius got up and started putting on his things. Elizabeth watched until she saw him string his daggers.
"Are you so I honorable that you would kill him!?"
Darius jerked from he, "Do not question my honor. I do not wish to kill him. We have fought and I am not dead, I must go and see him."
"Just promise be no more fighting."
"I have no intention of fighting with Donald. Merely to talk." And he left the room.

He navigated the ship until he found his way to the bar. He asked for nothing but two beers. The barkeep obliged and he continued on his way until he came to Donald's room. The door was open and he could see Donald inside as patched up and bruised as he was.
"May I come in?" Darius asked holding the beer out to prove he came in peace. "I only wish to talk."

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Post by Agent Dawn on January 11th 2013, 16:17

Chapter Seven: An Oddity
Character: Alana Groombridge
Setting: Ostego County, New York. Base Delta Prime.
Date: October 21st, 2181

It seems thing are getting interesting, earlier today I was in the Command room and the Commander was having a conversation about a scout on our borders.

"Find out where he's sending our location to"

"Yes, sir"

I couldn't stop myself before blurting out a question, "So we can help them right?"

The Commander did his best to not kick me out right on the spot, this I could tell. He merely told me that the scout is a potential security risk and he is just following protocol. It was just something in his voice that said something his voice did not. I could not decipher what it was, but I had a bad feeling about it.

I decided to stay out of the following conversations from that point on. No need her getting into any trouble now.

But yeah, our drones have located numerous settlements and villages around the East Coast all of a sudden, it was odd that we didn't see them before but oh well. There was only one Oddity, one of our drones was patrolling over the Coast of the Atlantic Ocean when it came across some sort of electromagnetic field or something of the sorts.

We lost that drone off the coast of New York.

What could have done that, just knocking out a drone like that?

I had a feeling it wasn't natural...

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Our knowledge has made us cynical,
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We think too much and feel too little.
More than machinery we need humanity,
more than cleverness we need kindness and gentleness.

Without these qualities life will be violent and all will be lost.

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Post by iFreebird on January 11th 2013, 17:30

Donald was cleaning his colt's. he never got the chance to clean the second one the other day so he decided to do it now. Cleaning his guns commend him down when he was angry.

As he began t o put parts of his gun together he heard "May I come in?" he looked up and saw Hotep with two beers "I only wish to talk"

Donald grabbed one of the beers and motioned for him to sit at a small table Donald had in his room.

" So what do I owe the pleasure of this visit" he took a swig of the beer. " I thought this shit would make you puke"

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Post by Goldenbudda21 on January 11th 2013, 17:54

Chapter 11: Pain cont...
Character: Darius Ashry
Setting: Eye of Rutherford, Donald's room
Date: October 21, 2181

"Well," Darius began as he sat down and cracked the beer open, "its a sign of peace. I recognize that in your time of drunkenness, I offended you, and for this, I apologize. I am new to European and American ways." Donald listened as he took another swig.

"I know from earlier, you wished to not hear my life story, but there is some things I must tell you." Donald set his beer down and leaned back in his chair.
"Well let's here it Tut." Darius ignored the remark.
"Donald, the reason I am on this ship is to go to America to continue my career."
"And what might that be?" Donald said with another sip.
"An assassin." Donald raised an eyebrow. "I am a paid assassin to those who can afford me."
"Well why in hell would you want to go to America? There isn't anyone much over there."
"There is small communities of wealthy aristocrats in spots in New York and other large cities. I'm sure they will pay a large sum to have their enemies eradicated in this hard time of life."
"And that's why you said you was going for money?"
"Yes."
"I see."

"But more over, I took a vow a long time ago, if I dealings with anyone, weaponized or non weaponized, and did not die, they would have forever earned the right that I would call them friend." Darius removed the jade scarab ring from his finger. "This ring has been passed down from my family and I swore, my first friend, whether he believed the same thing of me or not, would receive it."
"I'm your first friend?" Donald asked sarcastically.
"Donald, im an assassin, no one has ever crossed blades, or fiats with me that I didn't intend to kill...and until you, none have lived by my hand."

"Before you say anything..i have one more thing to tell you... James Rutherford didn't kill his sister...i did. I was hired back about 6 years ago when I was a starting assassin to kill his sister. I did. I poisoned her so that he could could pur her to the guillotine without struggle...she was dead before her beheading. This is made sure of. I am not sure what this make you think of me, but it is my only regret as an assassin and one day, I'll slice that pudgy bastard Rutherford for that...had I had my knowledge and wisdom then that I do now, I would've turned his money down. For that, I can never forgive myself for."

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