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...And what's up with the assembly line? I mean, it gets work done quickly and efficiently, but does it really do mankind justice? Is it slowly taking away individuality while encouraging humans to be more like machines?

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Only because I keep most of my actions secretive...

Should be yours.

Basically, besides the first post (read that, helps with a little backstory), the group has gone underground, shutting of a strange psi-emitting device. This basically separated the inner part of the zone from the outside world, but is now open, so everyone is now rushing to get further in. However, Ross has came across some strange wall recently...

I think you forgot about Me / Dusty / Doom.

I prefer complexity tbh :razz:

3 people to start.

The "notepad" man decides to leave the bar, hearing some noises in the forest nearby. As he begins walking towards it, he suddenly realizes that his pendant is gone.

The oddly dressed man, catching the snoop in the corner of his eyes, quickly snatches the notes, putting them back into his coat pocket. He then drops a few coins on the bar counter, before getting up, to set off to the door. However, a strange emblem manages to slip off his neck, sliding down his coat before hitting the floor.

OT is a bad place to ask a question like this, take her to undergo psychiatric examination or something to that extent.

The strangely dressed man bursts out laughing at Mathias' remark, before quickly writing something down. "Where did you get such a bizzare recipie from?"

The strangely dressed man continues to write notes as the various patrons at the bar continue to carry out their acts...

The man sitting on a barstool stops writing on his notepad, quietly putting it away. He asks the fellow sitting next to him, "What brings you here on this foreboding night?"

Lol. Anyways my army would have destroyed Spain if you had fough back, so..... :rolleyes:

(Ok fine, new character) A man dressed in a peculiar outfit sits on a barstool, drinking some beer. Noticing the rather strange activities taking place in the bar, he pulls out a small notpad and begins writing. His left hand grasps a small dagger hidden in his jacket in case any of these strange characters begin to act in a hostile manner.

Stephen, already in an annoyed disposition, pulls out his stun baton and starts beating / shocking the drunk with it. A sadistic smile forms behind the hazmat mask covering his face.

Igos asks his subjects what has been happening during his absence.

Stephen replies to the stranger, "Stand aside citizen, this is civil protection business." He then continues to bang on the door, before proceeding to break it down.

Character: Stephen Member of the "civil protection", a tyrannical police force. His past is cloudy, growing up in a rather wealthy family, but was separated after his parents were murdered. Ever since he vowed to punish all criminal life that surrounded him. He joined the civil protection when he was 20, as any other recruit. However, he was hardly ever assigned with house raid groups, and lived the life of a patrol man. In the recent times, he has suffered a bad relationship with the higher powers of civil protection, due to the fact that he is behind on his beating quota. Searching for some possible subjects, he begins rasping on a grimy tavern door. He keeps his shock baton at the ready. "Civil protection! Open this door now!"

Alright, I give Retech the California / Mexico territory in the US (w/o the IAG).

Hm, come to think of it, what compensation would you offer for this exchange. I feel like a greedy bastard right now :rolleyes:

123bil!

Well, hopefully tomorrow. This will usually be off on Fridays due to D&D w/ Ross.