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𝔽𝕦𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕪: 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔾𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥 𝔾𝕒𝕞𝕖 - Cyberpunk Political Intrigue Roleplay

Me explaining the story so far to the lurkers.

Black Fall: The Ghosts of LA (Superhuman romp in a destroyed Los Angeles!)

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𝔽𝕦𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕪: 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔾𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥 𝔾𝕒𝕞𝕖 - Cyberpunk Political Intrigue Roleplay

𝙹𝚘𝚑𝚗𝚗𝚢 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚎, 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚖 𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚛 - 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚎𝚗. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙺𝚊𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚠𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚏 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚢 𝚊 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚛 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚜 𝙺𝚊𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚌 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚌𝚢𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚔 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚘𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝚎𝚗𝚟𝚒𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜.

𝙷𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚛, 𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚝. 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚋𝚊𝚛, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝙹𝚘𝚑𝚗𝚗𝚢 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚎 𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚝 𝚂𝚊𝚖𝚜𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙻𝚘𝚝𝚝 (𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍?) 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚌𝚌𝚞𝚙𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚊 𝚜𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚣𝚘𝚗𝚎. 𝙽𝚘, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗’𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚊𝚍𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚒𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠. 𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚍𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚎, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚔. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑, 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚛 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚑 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 - 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝙹𝚘𝚑𝚗𝚗𝚢’𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝙱𝚞𝚔𝚊 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚖 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚎𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍 (𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚢 𝚋𝚊𝚛).

𝙾𝚕𝚍 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚏𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚌-𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝙻𝚘𝚝𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚅𝚘𝚍𝚔𝚊 (𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝙻𝚘𝚝𝚝, 𝚖𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝚊 𝚟𝚘𝚍𝚔𝚊 𝚓𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚢?) 𝙷𝚎 𝚙𝚞𝚝 𝚊 𝚃𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚊𝚑𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚛 𝙶𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚑 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚒𝚝. 𝙰 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚘𝚠 𝚋𝚕𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚛. 𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚕, 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚠𝚎𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚢𝚙𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚐𝚘. 𝙼𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚒𝚊 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑, 𝚊 𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚗-𝚞𝚙 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚖 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎? 𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚜, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚛.

𝙱𝚞𝚔𝚊

𝙷𝚎 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊 𝙵𝙴𝙳-𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝙿𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚔𝚘𝚟 𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚝, 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚐𝚒𝚏𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝙹𝚘𝚑𝚗𝚗𝚢. 𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚘𝚕 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚎𝚛, 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚗’𝚝 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚘𝚗 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚠.

𝙸𝚗𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚎.

𝙷𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚜𝚖𝚘𝚔𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚎𝚡𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚕𝚜, 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚌𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚋 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚜. 𝙻𝚒𝚚𝚞𝚘𝚛, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙶𝙾𝙻𝙳𝙴𝙽 𝚂𝚃𝚄𝙵𝙵 𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚢. 𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎, 𝚂𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚖 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝙼𝚊𝚗𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚊𝚗.

𝙴𝚡𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚎.

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The Departed, Buka, Baltic States - some time ago.

𝙰𝙼𝙱𝚄𝚂𝙷 𝙰𝚃 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙳𝙴𝙿𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝙳.

𝟸 𝙳𝙰𝚈𝚂 𝙰𝙵𝚃𝙴𝚁 “𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶”

𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴𝙲𝚁𝙰𝙵𝚃’𝚂 𝚂𝙲𝚁𝙰𝙿 𝚃𝙴𝙰𝙼 𝚂𝙾𝙾𝙽 𝙵𝙸𝙽𝙳 𝙾𝚄𝚃 𝙴𝚅𝙴𝙽 𝙳𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙺𝚂 𝙰𝚁𝙴 𝙾𝙵𝙵 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚃𝙰𝙱𝙻𝙴 𝚃𝙾 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚂𝙴 𝙼𝙴𝚁𝙲𝚂.

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𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚘𝚝, 𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚝 𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚠 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚛 - 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚎𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍. 𝙹𝚘𝚑𝚗𝚗𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚁𝚞𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚊𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚏 𝚗𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚎𝚡𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚊 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚙 𝚘𝚏 𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚟 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚛𝚜. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚞𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝚖𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚑𝚎𝚛? 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚐𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚋𝚞𝚝.. 𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚗𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚁𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚝𝚘𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚙𝚒𝚎𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚐𝚞𝚖 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚑.

𝙲𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚙 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚙 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚙, 𝙾𝚕𝚍 𝙼𝚊𝚗 𝙱𝚛𝚊𝚡 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚗𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚜. 𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚁𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗, 𝟸𝟶 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚐𝚑-𝚘𝚛𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚗 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚞𝚍 𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚌. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚠 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚊 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚢 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚠, 𝙱𝚛𝚊𝚡 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝟷𝟿𝟶𝟶𝚜. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚎𝚔𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚘𝚎, 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘𝚘. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝙹𝚘𝚑𝚗𝚗𝚢 𝚐𝚊𝚐 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝙱𝚛𝚊𝚡 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚕-𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍.

𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝙲𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚜 & 𝚃𝚢𝚕𝚎𝚛. 𝚃𝚢𝚕𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚎𝚝, 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍. 𝙷𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛, 𝙲𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚜 𝚔𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚜 - 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚍. 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚒𝚎𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚝, 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚎𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚌, 𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚎 𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎, 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚗𝚎𝚠. 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖?. 𝙹𝚘𝚑𝚗𝚗𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚐𝚕𝚊𝚍 ‘𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐’ 𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛, 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚍, 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚎, 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍. 𝙿𝚊𝚢𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎.

𝙲𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚌𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔.

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚌 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍, 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚗’𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎, 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑-𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚑 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚢-𝚖𝚒𝚡 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚘𝚘. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗, 𝚘𝚋𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚕𝚢 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝚂𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚖 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝟸𝟶𝚔𝚖𝚜 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚙 𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚕𝚒𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚠𝚊𝚢. 𝚃𝚢𝚕𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝙲𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚜𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚝 𝚊 𝚐𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝙹𝚘𝚑𝚗𝚗𝚢. 𝙻𝚒𝚔𝚎.

𝙰 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜𝚗’𝚝 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚐𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎.

𝙲𝚑𝚔-𝙲𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐.

“𝚆𝚎’𝚛𝚎 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚓𝚞𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚍.” 𝚃𝚢𝚕𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚕𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝙻𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚕, 𝚑𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚑𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝙲𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 - 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚖 𝚘𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚝. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚠𝚎, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝. 𝙵𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚊𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 - 𝚗𝚘, 𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚌 𝚖𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎? 𝙼𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚜 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎, 𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚌, 𝚞𝚗𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜.

𝚉𝚒𝚗𝚐.

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚙 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚎. 𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝙹𝚘𝚑𝚗𝚗𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚠 - 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚕𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚜 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚏𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚗 𝚘𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚛? 𝚁𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚃𝚢𝚕𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚕 𝚜𝚊𝚠𝚍 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝟷𝟸 𝚐𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚎 𝙱𝚄𝙺𝙵𝙸𝚂𝚃 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚐𝚞𝚗 𝚒𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚙𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚛𝚎𝚍 - 𝚜𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚖𝚘 𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚏𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚒𝚝.

𝙱𝚛𝚊𝚡 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎, 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚖𝚊 𝚘𝚘𝚣𝚎𝚍 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚝 𝚊𝚝 𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚌 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚙𝚢 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚢 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚖𝚊. 𝙹𝚘𝚑𝚗𝚗𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚍 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚂𝙲𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙼𝟻𝟶 𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚕 𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝚁𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙹𝚘𝚑𝚗𝚗𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚌.

“𝙵𝚞𝚌𝚔!” 𝙷𝚎 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚁𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗𝚓𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚘-𝚒𝚗𝚓𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚑𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚍𝚛𝚞𝚐𝚜. 𝙱𝚛𝚊𝚡 𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚙 𝙹𝚘𝚑𝚗𝚗𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚙 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚎𝚗 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚛 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝙲𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚜 - 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝙰𝙺𝙰 𝟻 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝙵𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚘 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚗.

𝙲𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚙 𝚘𝚏 𝙼𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚜, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝. 𝙷𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑, 𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚎𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚗𝚘?

𝙷𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎, 𝙹𝚘𝚑𝚗𝚗𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗’𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚎.

𝚃𝚑𝚞𝚗𝚔.

𝙱𝚛𝚊𝚡 𝚕𝚘𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝟺𝟶𝚖𝚖 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝 𝚊𝚛𝚖 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚒𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝙱𝚛𝚊𝚡? 𝙹𝚘𝚑𝚗𝚗𝚢 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚍, 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚘𝚗 𝚁𝚘𝚜𝚎’𝚜 𝚞𝚗𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛. 𝚃𝚢𝚕𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙾𝚕𝚍 𝙱𝚛𝚊𝚡 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚞𝚙 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚟𝚎 - 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚝𝚑, 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝’𝚍 𝚍𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐.

𝚂𝚘 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝙲𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚜 𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚎 - 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙 𝚒𝚝. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚑, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚝.

𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝙱𝚛𝚊𝚡’𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚖?

𝙰 𝟺𝟶𝚖𝚖 𝙶𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚍𝚎, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚝𝚢𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝙷𝙴. 𝙰 𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒-𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍, 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙲𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛 “𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐.” 𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚛 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚊 𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚌 𝚕𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚕, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚗.

𝙷𝚘𝚕𝚢.

𝙵𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐.

𝚂𝚑𝚒𝚝.

“฿Ɽ₳Ӿ ₦Ø!”

ㄒ卄ㄩ爪卩!

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𝙹𝚘𝚑𝚗𝚗𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚃𝙶 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚙𝚜 𝚋𝚢 𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚞𝚝. 𝙷𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝙼𝚊𝚗𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚊𝚗.

𝙶𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜, 𝚘𝚛 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙼𝚊𝚗𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚜. 𝙾𝚛 𝚖𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑?

𝙰𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚜𝚠𝚒𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜, 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚏 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚋𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚛 𝚘𝚛 𝚒𝚏 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝙻𝚘𝚝𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚛𝚊 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚓𝚘𝚋𝚜 𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚛.

Black Fall: The Ghosts of LA (Superhuman romp in a destroyed Los Angeles!)

A.K. Murkoff

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⫸ B A S I C I N F O R M A T I O N ⫷

"Never though I'd see L.A. fall."

▼ | BIRTH NAME : |

Alex Kennedy Murkoff

▼ | ALSO KNOWN AS: |

Aurora - That's her cool badass villain name.

▼ | GENDER : |

Female

▼ | AGE : |

24.

⫸ A P P E A R A N C E ⫷

"All it takes is a spark to light this fire."

▼ | P H Y S I C AL S T A T S : |

▸ HEIGHT : | 5'6ft
▸ WEIGHT : | 130Lbs.
▸ ETHNICITY : | American-French
▸ HAIR COLOR : | Blonde
▸ EYE COLOR : | Blue

▼ | PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION : |

Alex stands at about five foot six, she usually is wearing a pair of cargo pants and a band t-shirt. Her hair is of medium length usually in a ponytail or cut down when it's too long. She is of an athletic build and it shows when she is in attire that sports and shows off her body, Alex likes to dress in casual and utilitarian clothing. She wouldn't be caught dead in a dress or something fancy, that's just not her style she likes to kick it like that y'know? She has a small dimple on her face, maybe to show that she's french or maybe it's just fucking genetics? It's unknown, even to Alex.

Alex carries around a backpack there's always useful shit to pick up, her kicks are a pair of Adidas because who doesn't want to be fast. Well, the kicks change - depends on how her feet are feeling. She has smooth skin, does it, rival baby? It's yet to be put to the test.

⫸ P S Y C H O L O G Y ⫷

"Boring, yawn."

▼ | PERSONALITY TRAITS : |

Alex is bubbly, like really nice and friendly kind of bubbly but obviously, if you are a big idiot moron you'll be shunned. Shunned! She like to be friendly, maybe too friendly? There are obviously people who are not as friendly as Alex - like the FAMA agents, they just want to lock people up. Alex likes to talk, gossip maybe? She can be a motor mouth, know it all, that sorts of talk. She can be a bitch too, you thought she was perfect huh? She can be ruthless, a big big bitch, the sort of evils - yes, the Evil side of Alex. It rarely comes out but when provoked her facade of being a nice innocent totally not Delta-Alex drops and she'll have to drop the gloves - metaphorically!

▼ | SKILLS : |

Engineer - Yep, she's good with her hands - in the sense, she can build and tinker and make all sorts of whack fucking shit. Nullification Collar removal anyone?

Wolf in Sheeps Clothing - She's innocent, right? Maybe Alex was Shakespeare in a previous life but she's a good actor, no one would suspect this young innocent girl as a baddie villain? No?

Experienced. . . ? - Alex has seen her fair share of FAMA, yep those bad guys. She's fought against them from an early age, kinda? So she knows some of their tricks - but not all.

▼ | BACK STORY : |

Short story: HOLY FUCK! BIO-TERRORIST!

Long Story:

Is life so difficult?

No if you think about it Delta-humans had it good and so did Alex but why did she piss it all away? Look at her now, she's stomping around in L.A. like a huge invisible dinosaur. Growing up in Seattle was kinda awesome? She was from a super-awesome rich family, the Murkoffs who owned Murkoff banking. The Murks, anyway it all went to shit, not because Alex and her twin brother also named Alex were cool-hot shot Deltas but because FAMA came in with their home wrecking hammer. Yea, that one totally sucks.

They came for her brother and took him away, why? Mysterious affiliation with a terror group, misusing his powers? The legal jargon and shit that was sent their doorstep was convoluted and sucked like it really sucked. Her parents gave up on their son, her brother and left him to rot in some FAMA jail cell. Yea, some parents mom and dad were. Alex took the fight to them though, not directly that wouldn't be Murkoff smart but she started associating with some bad people. Like the type of Deltas that want to burn America to the ground - okay they were terrorists but Alex wasn't. She was just using them as a means to an end okay? Whenever she was close to finding her brother, he was gone or it was a trap - usually a trap.

What felt like a lifetime fighting the 'man' and their goons, the group has thinned out. Sorry terrorists, but in the process she had become wanted like really wanted. Like hey we're giving money to give us this evil delta bitch, poor Alex had to go into hiding for a bit. Talk on the net and some elbow-greasin' helped her find out that dear-brother Alex was in L.A. in the fucking FAMA BIG HOUSE..

Talk about hard mode, and ring ring father called too. He disowned his own daughter, who knew daddy wasn't fond of terror. Straddling a nice sexy motorcycle in Skid Row surrounded by a dozen dead Hyenas Outlaw MC members Alex contemplated her options in breaking into FAMA fort-of-fuck-off when the ground started to shift. God? Was god awnsering her prayers? Then buildings started to fall, no it was not god it was the work of the devil or something pretending to be him.

Dust cloud, click, darkness.

She woke up now dethroned from the feisty little hog of a bike and under some rubble, alive, dirty, a bit hungry. Once she pulled herself from her impromptu grave she looked over where she was, it was unrecognizable. She blinked a bit, as the hog itself was now totally fucking corpsed. Then it hit her, like a piece of paper flying into someone's face.

Pandora's box just shit itself over L.A. and now, she had the key to let out not only her brother but whatever hellish nightmares awaited in the dungeons of that FAMA building.

Total, fucking, anarchy baby.

▼ | PERSONAL ARC : |

To find her brother, duh? Maybe raze the state of Cali to the ground, someone has to make a statement right?

⫸ P O W E R I N F O R M A T I O N ⫷

"Total badass alert, yea that's me."

▼ | POWER CLASSIFICATION : |

Type-Blue

▼ | POWER DESCRIPTION : |

Telekenetic-Tethering - It's pretty simple, use some big brain mind tricks and move objects, within reason, distance and what have you! Alex can look at something, or be dramatic and extend her hand and pull it to her - like she points at a dude's toupee and then violently drags it into her little palms. In layman non-Alex terms she can make two objects come together, nice and slow or at the force of a FAMA train running you over with no remorse.

She can make two objects close distance with telekinetic lines or tethering, she can keep the items together like glue or just close the damn distance! Simple enough, right?

▼ | LIMITS : |

Even badasses have their limits.

Alex can only use this on like 2-3 objects at a time, it would be cool if she could make 30 spent bullets fly back at people or some shit.

Also there is a distance max - 100m MAX otherwise it wont work. So if you get 101ms away from Alex she cant hurt or grab you with her big mind.

Weight too, she can't make big buildings pull together and level the entire city. While that would be awesome she's not that tough, the heaviest she could move would be your average car. Even then if she did that she would stress her little brain out so much, she might get a nose bleed and not in the cute sense like on TV.

The tele-gluing only lasts a few minutes too, which sucks.

▼ | WEAKNESSES : |

Her power requires concentration, while not like squinting and shaking kind of concentration it requires her mind to be free. If someone is pounding her face in with 200-pound concrete fists, she won't be able to use her power because.

1: Her mind will be going OW.

2: Her body will be going OW.

Any types of these OWs will disrupt any flow or cool-mojo magic she is moving, furthermore any awesome Delta that has mindfuckery as their power if they mind fuck her, then she's metaphorically fucked (out of her power of course).

She also is not that physically badass like your average ripped 6'5 FAMA Hunk who could snap her neck in an instant, probably. So if she isn't using her floating-mind-killing powers, she may just be turned into a dead flesh bag.

⫸ O T H E R ⫷

"Seattle? Nope, never been. Heard it's nice."

Tarot Card / A Quick Consensus

The Slough of Despond is a good name for the Six of Swords. Sometimes this card represents a dull, listless state. Nothing is seriously wrong, but nothing is really right either. Scott is getting by, but not thriving. In the picture the figures in the boat seem sad and disengaged. Life is indeed uninteresting when we feel the blues.

In a more positive vein, the Six of Swords can indicate recovery. This is especially true when you have just experienced a tough time or psychological blow. During the crisis, he felt numb and disconnected; nothing mattered at all. Now he's beginning to heal and pick up the pieces of his life. The travelers in our boat are at least moving forward. They are headed toward a new place, even if they are not yet ready to eagerly embrace those shores.

In fact, the Six of Swords can indicate travel and moves of all kinds. This could mean an actual change of scene, relocation or trip, but not necessarily. A journey can also take place on the inner planes as we move from one frame of mind to another.

Black Fall: The Ghosts of LA (Superhuman romp in a destroyed Los Angeles!)

This still open?

The Gilded Age

<Snipped quote by DeadDrop>

Uh, what?

@Theodorable

Old lore.

Anyway I'm here to gilde thru the ages.

The Gilded Age

Theo BS returns.

The Gilded Age

R. Young

Character Name: Roger Young
Character Age: 45.
Place of Birth: Providence, Rhode Island
Background: Former Union Soldier
Brief History: Born into a military family Young was quick to join up to the U.S. Army after college where he completed a degree in Business Administration. He soon attended West Point and was commissioned as a 2nd Lieutenant in the Infantry, before the civil war he saw action in the US-Mexico war & Second Opium war. Once the civil war had concluded, Young finished his withering contract and left the U.S. Army. There were other crops to be harvested in the vast nation that was America, he had his sights on becoming a powerhouse he no doubt could use his charisma and leadership to form a formidable company in today's dog eat dog times.