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Can we let Hlaine mulligan this? I was not informed of this plan, and there's only a slight chance I can work this to our advantage. If not, Pontius' wrath will be terrible.

4 Hours ago

The night sky swirled with a thick wind that tore up leaves and debris scattering across the interstate just west of the small town of Hucsknee, three hundred and fifty miles northwest of Empire City. A lone street lamp near Braid's Shop and Fuel Stop spluttered for life as the wind dangled the powerlines that connected the out of town Garage to the local grid.

Elward Braid walked out and looked up at the light, his slightly balding hairline the only sign of his advancing years, for a man in his late Sixties you'd have guessed he was a lot younger. Wiping the grease from his hands, he noted the clock in the shop said it was 2am and ruefully felt that he should have gone to bed hours ago. Of course Mrs Johnsons carburetor wasn't going to fix itself and he didn't have the luxury of sleep over money these days.
He sighed to himself and turned back toward the open doorway where her Dodge Durango sat on the hydraulic ramp she be arriving to pick it up just after nine.
As he walked back he heard the approaching sound of motorcycle engines, from the noise he'd guess Evo's and a couple of Twin Cams. Walking up to the door he paused before going in and glanced up the road, sure enough six bikes appeared around the corner of the road from the east. The road winding out of the forest that stretched out for a good eight miles in that direction. Turning to face the approaching riders, arms folded he watched as they drove up towards his garage, and tried to make out any markings on them.

As they turned in the bikes pulled up alongside his two petrol pumps and the tallest of the group, a man easily six foot nine in height, stepped off his softtail classic and walked towards Braid, his thick leathers creaking with the wind.

"Long trip?" asked Elward with a half yawn.

The tall biker looked up from under a mop of dark brown hair, a scar ran down his left cheek, and his pale skin, seemed too pale in the artificial lights of the garage. Elward glanced down and noted a symbol of a snake wrapped around the world, with 'los reyes de serpiente' circled around it.

"Too long" he growled. "How far to Empire from here?"

"The city, um, three Hundred and fifty miles, well abouts, will take a good few hours, might get there just after dawn if you pushed it."

"Dawn, huh." spat the biker and stepped into the shop.

Elward watched the biker head over to the mags, returning his gaze to the bikes he couldn't help but be drawn to the beautiful woman sitting on a Nightster. She seemed totally out of place for the group, where as they seemed to have spent months of the road, she was clean, and beautiful. Her long black hair across her face, her ruby sunglasses framing her olive skin.
She noticed his gaze and carefully pulled herself up off the bike and walked towards him, a slight smile on her lip as she crossed the distance between them, his mind foggy all of a sudden.

"Saw something you like?" she purred at him as she walked past, dragging a finger under his chin as she walked behind him into the garage.

He sniffed the air and glanced back at her. Oh Gak was the only thing that crossed his mind as she walked up to the Durango. Pale skin, he'd been asleep at the wheel, he was too tired for his own good, outnumbered six to one. He flexed his palms as he stepped towards her sliding the door behind him, he had to act quickly, lower the odds.

"Mmmm, want it to be private hun?" she whispered still looking at the car.

Elward let the beast come, he'd lived all these years watching the roads, keeping Hucsknee free of their kind, but here they where, after years of not seeing them. He'd almost forgotten, his bones cracked and his skin darkened as the thick black fur sprouted and forced his clothes to split and fall to the floor. In mere moments he had grown to seven and a half feet in height and stepped towards her.

"Not here, not ever!" he growled.

She glanced back as he lunged at her, her boots kicked up the steel of the car ramp and she flipped over the back of the werewolf as it crashed into the support. Elward swung back at her but she caught his wrist, spinning the lower arm three sixty in a sharp drag that snapped the elbow joint.
He roared in pain, and pulled the arm back yanking her up and over him. His eyes followed her as she span in the air and slid over the bonnet of the SUV above them, and then came back under swinging both feet at him and connecting under the jaw.

He staggered back, trying to swing out with his good arm, but she dodged under it, shadows formed around her left fist and she punched a shadow dagger through his kidney and into the spine with a crack. Falling to one knee he smashed at the support of the ramp and rolled as the SUV fell down behind him with an almighty crash.

Turning he could feel his enhanced healing all ready knitting his wounds together, as he pulled himself up onto his feet he saw the wrecked car and winced, Mrs Johnson was going to be upset. He realised his mistake as soon as he felt the spine snap, as he fell forward the female Vampire pulled the shadows out of the grevious wound on his back and stamped her foot down on his throat shattering the neck.
He gurgled as his wounds tried to heal, and stared up at her as he eyes darkened.

"Typical son of adam, thinking he can take what he wants without question" she spat.

"Who are you?" Elward gasped.

She smiled at him, her fangs showing clearly.

"Mother" she whispered as the shadows above them descended onto his broken frame.

Victoria Stepped out of the garage and wiped the blood from her mouth, Lupines had a strange taste to their blood, but fortuntely for her where as refreshing as Vampires for her needs. She turned to see the approaching form of Sergio. The large Vampire was holding what looked like the contents of the cash register, plus a bottle of whiskey. The thought of the pain he would put himself through just to enjoy the drink amused her and she looked up at him as he stared down at her.

"todo hecho?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Sí, ahora a la Empire City.' she replied with a slight smile as she took a final glance at the body in the garage.

"Good, I want some action." he muttered as they walked towards the bikes.

Good thing they don't know who Andy Bruss is.

Otherwise, yeah it's a good idea to bankrupt Pontius or at least his properties. That way the hunters can buy whatever/whoever they want.

Mordoskul wrote:Can we let Hlaine mulligan this? I was not informed of this plan, and there's only a slight chance I can work this to our advantage. If not, Pontius' wrath will be terrible.

....I'm going to have to think on this...I'm not crazy about what happened to poor Pinky...( Nor that not a single Hunter even made an attempt to save him after all he's done)...however..perhaps in his wretched state...his appearance alone will be the catalyst to save his City.

@ MDS...

Another great RP...

However I do have two small "Gripes"....

First...if Edward was a Werewolf...he'd have smelled the Vampires the moment they arrived at the station.

Second...Though the story is interesting...I am becoming concerned with these " Vampire Armies " That are massing...
Pontius "Fallen" and your Vampire bikers ,while both interesting elements in the narative,are going to be closely watched...they already exceed the number of alotted NPCs and won't be allowed to be utilized to "unbalance" the game ( Not that I'm accusing you or Mordo of trying to do that.)

[Yeah, I was thinking grease, oil, tiredness and really strong wind had gone against him.

As to the bikers.. well I got another one to go before Victoria arrives in Empire. ]

Morathi's Darkest Sin wrote:[Yeah, I was thinking grease, oil, tiredness and really strong wind had gone against him.

As to the bikers.. well I got another one to go before Victoria arrives in Empire. ]

No real "foul" MDS,I was just pointing a few things out...

Working in Auto repair I know just how many "smells" can fill a shop...

I can edit the letter if possible?

Hlaine Larkin mk2 wrote:I can edit the letter if possible?

I suppose I can allow that...
But to be perfectly honest...the entire "dumping Pinky at the cop shop" plan seems a bit odd to me...As I said...I can't see where it would benifit the Vamps to do this...Blaming Hunters...I would just see it as generating sympathy for their cause.
Intimidation...perhaps...but it also let's the cat out of the bag to the public at large...something the vamps wouldn't want...

FITZZ wrote:

Mordoskul wrote:Can we let Hlaine mulligan this? I was not informed of this plan, and there's only a slight chance I can work this to our advantage. If not, Pontius' wrath will be terrible.

....I'm going to have to think on this...I'm not crazy about what happened to poor Pinky...( Nor that not a single Hunter even made an attempt to save him after all he's done)...however..perhaps in his wretched state...his appearance alone will be the catalyst to save his City.

Sorry about letting Pinky becoming a vamp and letting him die. I couldn't figure out a way to fit the hunters wanting to find him into the current events(ambush and then killing Danny) although I now have the ability to work it in he's basically dead unless the whole thing is changed.

EDIT: I think I know how I'm going to play this, I'll pm Fitzz the details about the whole thing.

Very busy day today..

As it stands Pinky is at police station...Hunters have been accused of causing his condition (?)...

Police officers divided and unsure what to think (Most have no idea that Hunters/Vamps..etc even existed)...

Nash still controlled by Pontius...(though organizeing the chaos at the station will be a huge undertaking...even if Nash can get things under control..he'll never sway all the police to "get the Hunters")...

Seems everyone forgot Pinky turned on his GPS...everyplace he was can now be tracked...

FITZZ wrote: Very busy day today..


Seems everyone forgot Pinky turned on his GPS...everyplace he was can now be tracked...

I did, i wrote in Part 1 that his phone accidentily got smashed when Oliver was toying with Pinky

PS; I've edited the letter

Hlaine Larkin mk2 wrote:

FITZZ wrote: Very busy day today..


Seems everyone forgot Pinky turned on his GPS...everyplace he was can now be tracked...

I did, i wrote in Part 1 that his phone accidentily got smashed when Oliver was toying with Pinky

PS; I've edited the letter

Ah...so you did...I missed that Pinky lost his phone in the sewer ...so the GPS woould simply lead anyone who followed it's path there...

Read the edit as well..

Andy walked out of the house and saw Vegas sitting in the field, staring at the sky. Andy shook his head and jogged up to her.

"You need to come inside, I have something I want to show you and everyone else here." Andy said as he stopped and offered his hand to help her up.

Vegas looked blankly at his hand before nodding and slowly getting up on her own. Andy patted her on the back and led her back into the farm house. Once they were inside he sat her on the couch in the front room and went back into the office where Miranda was looking through the computer.

"I need to see the dagger." Andy said as he went to the metal box to open it up, "You can keep facebooking or whatever you're doing on that thing.". Andy took the dagger and walked back to Vegas and presented it to her handle first, the light from the ceiling glinted off of the blade. "This dagger was made specifically to kill vampires over a thousand years ago by ancient hunters in Egypt. I don't know if this decision is bad or good right now, but I want you to have it for when we face the vampires again."

Vegas stared at the blade before reaching slowly for it and taking it in her hand.

"Get everyone in here, I have a little presentation to make." Andy shouted to a tech who proceeded to gather everyone into the front room of the house.
.................

Andy looked over the crowd in front of him; the new arrivals, Vegas, the techs, and the mechanics were all standing and facing Andy. The TV behind him was muted as he folded his hands behind his back and began his speech.

"Okay ladies and gentlemen," Andy took his time to look at each person assembled in front of him, "my name is Andy as you all may know and I am now in charge thanks to the fact that Danny turned out to be working for Pontius. It is not believed that he had the chance to compromise our position so this will remain our base of operations. As we all know the full moon is approaching and that means the wolves will out in force soon. Unfortunately we don't have the time nor resources to eliminate both the wolves and vamps in that time."

Andy paced a little and unfolded his hands to use them for emphasis, "What we can do though is make sure the wolves find the vamps during the full moon. We have the ability to hit the vamps where it hurts, their wallets. Without any cash they can't hire any human workers, this way we can reduce the amount of humans in the vampire dens around the city. We also have this." Andy pulled a vial of red liquid out of his coat pocket, "This is vampire blood procured from the vampire known as Hawthorne some time back. I originally had other plans for it, but events prevented its use. I don't know how many people are familiar with the story of the origins of Passover, but we'll take a lesson from it. In the story they used lamb's blood to mark their doors so that the spirits would pass over their houses and claim the first born of every egyptian child. We'll use this blood and mark the entrance of several businesses and most importantly Pontius's lair."

Andy smiled as he was about to announce that Danny had been doing some research on Pontius when one of the techs pointed to the TV, "What's so important that you have to...interrupt me..." Andy's voice trailed off as he saw his picture on the television, "Turn it up, turn it up!".
................

Andy was busy calling Pinkerton's number, getting the voicemail everytime.

"No way this can be happening." Andy said as he paced in front of Vegas and Miranda, "We have to do something about this."

"Who's this Pinkerton you've been calling?" Miranda asked.

"He's a detective," Andy began, "he found out about the werewolves and vampires and has been helping us. The vamps... they're trying to get me in trouble. The ambush set up by Danny was to kill me, not all of us, just me." Andy was still shocked about the events that had just transpired. The two girls looked at each other when Andy snapped his fingers, "We can use this." he started, "We can use this to our advantage, we just have to find out what happened to Pinkerton. If he's alive he can tell them that I didn't do anything. We have to go to the station and find out."

Miranda stood up, "That's all good that you want to get something cleared up, but you're wanted by the police. What makes you think that you can just walk into the station and talk to them?"

"We have connections there so we can find out where Pinkerton is first and what kind of condition he's in." Andy pulled out his phone and looked for any connection that may work for the station before realizing something. "If the police want me and Pinkerton is missing, he's either dead or at the hospital, we have connections in the hospitals."

With that Andy began calling the local hospitals to get in touch with his contacts to find out about Pinkerton.

Nash paced back and forth in front of the room, his features a mask of unease. When he spoke, his voice was tinged with emotion. "Robert Pinkerton was a great man, a loving husband and a church going man. He watched over us in our sleep, keeping us safe from criminals that will now walk unafraid with his passing. Make no mistake, Robert Pinkerton was murdered in cold blood, by fanatics living in some kind of dreamworld. The least we can do is bring his killers to justice. This 'Holy Order' is nothing but a murder cult, killing the disabled and disfigured, for fear they might be 'Vampires' or 'werewolves'. Such an organization cannot be permitted to exist within our fair city. As of now, I am issuing a state-wide manhunt for Andy Bluss. I want him alive people, make Robert proud."

Loginous yelped as Oliver's ornate cane struck him yet again in the face, dropping the Gladiator to the ground as the Englishman rained down blow after blow upon the prostrate vampire. "You acted without Pontius' permission! You have threatened to expose us to the world! How long has it taken us to fade? Centuries to become a children's story wasted by your foolishness! Only the manipulations of our master can prevent our exposure! We may have to flee if our ruse fails! Flee! We are Vampyre! We do not flee!" Kicking the roman savagely in the ribs, Oliver smashed Longinous' face with his cane, sending a gout of blood into the air. "Pray your failure was not as grave as I suspect..."

Wait..?...When did Pinkerton die...?

EDIT:..As far as I could determine...Pinkerton was dumped "still alive" at police headquarters...a note accusing the Hunters of his condition attached to him...in plain sight of multiple cops.


I'm going on the assumption that Pontius is attempting a "cover up/damage control",however....we need to know what actually became of Pinkerton...he didn't just vanish..and they're would have been far to many cops around for him to be "covertly removed from sight."...Need some blanks filled in here folks.

Andy's phone call had been successful, Pinkerton was in Empire City Memorial Hospital recovering. The contact had told him that his eyes had crosses on them, his vocal chords were shot to hell, and he had burns all over his back. Unfortunately he also had police officers watching his room and after having a nervous aid check, Andy found out that Pinkerton had fangs. Pinkerton was a vampire, he would have to be dealt with, they wouldn't like it but from the sounds of it they would be doing Pinkerton a favor.

As Andy hung up the phone he looked at the two in the room with him, "Pinkerton's a vampire. They used him to try to frame me and the network, they said that werewolves did this."

Andy sat down and weighed his options. "I'll take you and Vegas along. We'll also throw the sword in the truck just in case we have to prove anything to them.".

"You want to bring some hunters to the hospital to try to prove something to the officers who are going to be trying to arrest you?" Miranda asked, "And you're also planning on letting them in on the existence of vampires as well?"

"Yes," Andy stood up to get the sword from the office, "unfortunately we have to let the cat out of the bag in order to get the officers on our side. Once we get to the hospital I want you two to talk to the officers before I do. If they see me they might get violent or something."

"We should hurry then," Miranda said, also getting up from her seat, "never know how his condition will change.".

With that Andy, Miranda, and Vegas began their drive into the city. Andy sat in the back of the van with the sword so he couldn't be seen. He jumped into the air as the van hit some bumps and cursed his luck.
..............

The group entered the hospital, they procured some scrubs from the hunter's hospital contact and began to make their way to Pinkerton's room. The two officers outside of the door were sitting down as Miranda approached them.

"Officers," Miranda said politely, "I have something I need to show you." She had them walk inside the room with her. Andy and Vegas walked up to the now unguarded door and waited.

"Your friend is not a human anymore." Miranda said as he stood near the head of Pinkerton's bed.

"What are you talking about" one of the officers said uneasy.

"Officer, Fuller," Miranda read the officer's name badge, "look in his mouth."

The officer shook his head, "Why? You're just some crazy woman telling me this man is not a man."

"Look in his mouth and you'll see." Miranda insisted.

"Fine," Officer Fuller threw his arms up into the air in surrender, "I'll look in his mouth just to make you happy."

As Miranda revealed Pinkerton's gum line, Fuller could see the freakishly enlarged canines in his mouth. He gasped as he stepped backwards, "Th-th-that's not normal!"

"What are you talking about..." Officer Grange's voice trailed as the man saw Pinkerton's teeth.

"He's a vampire." Miranda wiped her hands on the scrubs, "We're with the hunter network."

"What do you mean we?" Officer Fuller asked nervously as he looked around the room, noticing Andy an Vegas standing in the doorway, "You're Andy! You did this!" Fuller yelled as he began to draw his weapon.

"Whoah, whoah,whoah!" Andy put his hands behind his head, "I did no such thing. He was attacked by vampires, the things we try to kill. The vampires in the city are trying to frame me for this."

"Moaning came from Pinkerton and caught the attention of the officers.

"Get him a pen and paper." Andy said hurriedly, "Ask him if I did it, and he should be able to write it down."

Officer Grange grabbed a notepad from the table and a pen from the chart on his bed. He put the pen in Pinkerton's hand and watched as Pinkerton grabbed the pen eagerly, Grange grabbed Pinkerton's hand and guided it to the notepad. "Here sir, write something."

"Didn't...do...it." Officer Grange read from what Pinkerton had scribbled. "Andy Bruss didn't do this?"

"Yes", Pinkerton scribbled out, "Andy didn't do it Vampire did it."

"Are you sure sir." Grange asked.

"I'm handcuffed and can't do anything to you Pinkerton." Andy lied.

"He DIDN'T do it." Pinkerton wrote out angrily

The officers looked in disbelief at the thing that used to be the man named Pinkerton.

"He's a vampire?" Grange and Fuller asked almost simultaneously.

"Yes, we can prove it to if you want us to." Miranda said and motioned for Vegas to grab the sword from the van, "We have a sword in our van that causes discomfort to vampires and only vampires. Sorry Mr.Pinkerton, but this will hurt a bit."

Pinkerton scribbled, "You don't know pain." the notepad was almost full, Officer Fuller took the pad and changed the page to a clean piece.

Minutes later Pinkerton began to squirm as Vegas entered the room holding a large plastic tube that contained the Sword of Ra. Pinkerton's heartbeat shot up and he cringed, moaning in pain as he rattled the bed. Andy nodded and Vegas left the room, allowing Pinkerton to relax a bit. His breathing was heavy and bullets of sweat poured from his brow. Andy walked over to Pinkerton's bed and asked the most important question at the moment, "Pinkerton, do you want to live?".

Pinkerton shook his head and tears began to come from his eyes.

"Pinkerton, I want you to know that there's no painless way to kill a vampire, it will hurt but we can make it as fast as possible. Unfortunately we want to prove to your officers that vampires exist. If one of you officers would take out a phone and record this." Andy said as he wheeled the bed closer to the windows and the officers pulled out their phones, "Record now."

Andy pulled the shades from the window and let the sunlight hit Pinkerton. The man shook as he began to turn into dust and before long he was just a stain on the bed's sheets. The heartbeat monitor cried out to alert the nurses as Miranda pulled the plug from the machine. The officers' jaws were wide open and Officer Fuller seemed to be crying a bit.

"Now that you've seen this we need you two to take us to the station to spread the news." Andy said to the officers, "You two now know about us, werewolves, and vampires and need to let the others know as well. You need to help us clear the network's name and you need to help us save this city."
...........

As the van followed the two police cruisers to the station Andy changed into his normal clothes in the back of the van. He would try to convince them to help, not to join and fight, but to help preserve the innocent.

Lukos sat at a large table,Amanda and her "Pups" joining him...a dark smile crept across his handsome face..
" So...you belive you can take on Pontius with this band of curs?" Lukos said gesturing at the seated young wolves..." Amanda...through out the centuries you never cease to ammuse me.."
" At least I am making the effort to stand Lukos.." Amanda spat..." What are you doing..?...Hiding like a frightened mongrel..?where is Lukos the Devil...the terror of yore?"
" Don't trifle with me she wolf.." Lukos grinned,baring his fangs..." Or you may find yourself in the same condition as your beloved Musatei.."
Amanda said nothing...merely glaring at Lukos...
" Very well.." Lukos nodded." I to wish to see an end of Pontius...and his entire order...but...we must use our cunning here Amanda...for more so than our physical power...our cunning will be what turns the tide in our favor.."
" So you've said..." Amanda barked..." Please...elaborate...what is your oh so cunning plan..?"
Lukos smiled..." Simple Amanda...before a pack attacks...it stalks...it finds it's preys weakness...then exploits it....we shall do the same.."
Amanda nodded.." And the others..?...the Big wolf and the blue haired female...?"
Lukos offered a small knowing smile...." The Blood Moon approaches...They will find us..."

@ Nachos...

I like what you've written...but I still have my issues with the whole Pinkerton situation...

Would Pontius have sent a Vampiric Pinkerton to the Hospital...and being daylight would he have not simply " burnt up" during the transport?

I need answers folks...much of what is being RPed concerning Pinkerton just isn't making much sense IMO...

It was about 6:00am when he was dropped off at the sewer and maybe around 7:00am when the police discovered him on the steps. If Pinkerton was loaded into a transport they tend to block the windows so that people outside don't look in. Most hospitals also have an awning over the ER entrance and if the ambulance parked underneath it when they ran Pinkerton in he would've avoided sunlight all together.

Pontius is in control of Nash, but perhaps he let it go so that they wouldn't think he had any connections to it. If somebody said, 'Don't take him to a hospital' when the man was indeed in very poor shape it would look suspicious. If Pinkerton burnt up en route then Nash wouldn't look like he was connected.

halonachos wrote:It was about 6:00am when he was dropped off at the sewer and maybe around 7:00am when the police discovered him on the steps. If Pinkerton was loaded into a transport they tend to block the windows so that people outside don't look in. Most hospitals also have an awning over the ER entrance and if the ambulance parked underneath it when they ran Pinkerton in he would've avoided sunlight all together.

Pontius is in control of Nash, but perhaps he let it go so that they wouldn't think he had any connections to it. If somebody said, 'Don't take him to a hospital' when the man was indeed in very poor shape it would look suspicious. If Pinkerton burnt up en route then Nash wouldn't look like he was connected.

...

Good points Nachos...


Though I still belive Pontius (as Nash) would have attempted to prevent Pinkerton slipping from his " sphere of control".... ...at the very least he'd have seen to it Pinkerton was well Guarded by forces "loyal" to him..

He wouldn't be able to have loyal people there though. There may be people loyal to Nash, but if they saw that Pinkerton wasn't human I think they would be swayed.

halonachos wrote:He wouldn't be able to have loyal people there though. There may be people loyal to Nash, but if they saw that Pinkerton wasn't human I think they would be swayed.

Also true....


GAh, I'm trying to figure out how best to tie up the whole "Pinkerton situation" so we can all move forward with the story....Once again my obbsesion with "Realism" is getting in the way...O may have to chuck realism in favor of "Beliveability"...

Realism with vampires Fitzz? Does Andy have to pull two tanks out of nowhere that two people can drive and shoot simultaneously?

halonachos wrote:Realism with vampires Fitzz? Does Andy have to pull two tanks out of nowhere that two people can drive and shoot simultaneously?

I think we need an angry vengeful biker with a fearsome name to show up and start kicking tail....


But yeah...I get your point.".Realism "isn't so much what I ment...more..".consitance in suspension of disbelife..."....sorry,I have a cold and am full of sudifed and NyQuil ATM.

You should be asleep then Fitzz, unless you are so badass that you ignore the effects of Nyquil.

I agree with you on the consistency thing. Perhaps the designation of Dawn and Dusk and limit on powers is in order?

I do have to add that after looking at your signature you use two armies that I absolutely hate for different reasons Fitzz.

Plague Marines; My first 500 point game the guy took a greater demon and furious charged into every single one of my squads and then consolidated into another one afterwards. I didn't even get a kill and I had a leman russ too.

Orks, well I play IG, I hate Orks.

halonachos wrote:You should be asleep then Fitzz, unless you are so badass that you ignore the effects of Nyquil.

I agree with you on the consistency thing. Perhaps the designation of Dawn and Dusk and limit on powers is in order?

I should indeed be asleep...but unfortunately NyQuil doesn't seem to have the same effect on me that it does on 99% of the world...it just makes me lose my ability to focus...of course,I did spend a large portion of my youth building up a tolerance to ....everything (Not an endorsement for iresposibility here...stay in school kids... ).


I'm going to officially call the Pinkerton situation "done"....Andy and the others went to the Hospital and the events you RPed transpired (Nash/Pontious had no choice in the matter as to many cops saw Pinkerton when he was dropped at the station...to intervien on Pinky being sent for "Medical atention" would have tipped his hand)...

...Nash/Pontius is now attempting Damage control ...trying to cover up what happened as best he can...

....Most of the force is confused about what they saw...some will follow Nash/Pontius orders...others will be aproachable by the Hunters....

halonachos wrote:I do have to add that after looking at your signature you use two armies that I absolutely hate for different reasons Fitzz.

Plague Marines; My first 500 point game the guy took a greater demon and furious charged into every single one of my squads and then consolidated into another one afterwards. I didn't even get a kill and I had a leman russ too.

Orks, well I play IG, I hate Orks.

Death Guard has long been a favorite army for me...going way back to 3rd ed...with my love of zombies that surely can't surprise you,I'm hopping they actualy can be " Death Guard " again when a new CSM codex is released.
Orks...well...I love the humour...and the fact that they just smash everything in sight...

@ NAchos
Remeber that Pinky has no vocal chords or tongue left or eyes for that matter