The Society [IC/OPEN]

by **Castle Crashers** » Fri Apr 17, 2015 7:35 pm

The Society

A Futuristic Roleplay.

Someone once said that all men were created equal. That everyone had certain unalienable rights like life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. That the government would be "ruled by the people, for the people." Well, that was hundreds and hundreds of years ago. Today, the year is 2321. Whatever that government was, well, it doesn't exist now. About three-hundred years ago, the United States of America faced devastating natural events like flooding, earthquakes, and horrible storms that shook the continent. Well...at-least that's what they tell us. Millions of people died, that's for sure. Whatever was left of America's government became The Society. They call it "Utopia". That we're lucky to be here. The Society is divided into 5 districts. The Crowns District, The High Society, The Abundance, The Fresh Gallows, and then The Undesirables. The Crowns District are the rulers of the Society and the richest of all of the Society. Following them is the High Society, which are the second-richest citizens and the smartest of us all. Than there's the Abundance, where most everyone is from. They are mostly average intelligence and middle class citizens. Then there comes the Fresh Gallows, where most people are poor and fairly stupid. Finally, there's the Undesirables. The district is home to most disabled and sick people, along with broke or homeless citizens. Most normal people there disappear and are never found again. When children of the Society reach 13, they are ripped from their families arms and placed into a "Rehabilitation Center." They test them with all sorts of mind-tests, determining how smart they are and what type of leadership they can take on. The tests go on for two years, then when we reach 15, we're released into our desired districts. Those who didn't pass the tests are sent to The Undesirables. Most of us never see them again. When we reach the age of 16, the Society takes the liberty of finding us a "perfect match". Some people don't meet their assigned partner until the wedding, but most are lucky. Usually, you go to classes in the Center together, or lived in the same district. But there are those of us that are most unfortunate. The boys, only the boys, in the Crown District get to choose who they marry. Usually it's because the girl is pretty. They become Trophy Wives, and when the guy doesn't want her anymore, she disappears. No one knows if they are thrown out of the Society, or into the Undesirables. Most girls wish to never find out. Then, the Society chooses which jobs each of us will take on only a week after the matches are married. No one gets a choice, not even the Crowns District. If they're lucky, they can bribe the choosers enough to get into an area they like, but rarely anyone is that rich. Most in the Crown District would take leadership roles, whether it be all of the Society, or the military. That is most everything, and now you must brave yourself through the Society.

by **Empire of the Siberian Flaming Eskimos** » Fri Apr 17, 2015 8:17 pm

Salis plopped down at the meeting table in his makeshift office. The space consisted of a chipped and rotting but serviceable desk, a round table with several chairs surrounding it, other various cabinets and shelves cluttered with unfinished reports, and a single locker containing some weapons. Everything that wasn't a new paper was covered in a layer of dirt or mud, and lighting consisted of some kerosene lanterns and a poorly shaded window. As he looked around at his grimy and cluttered surroundings, he sighed as he thought of the losses they had taken. While they had definitely made some progress, Salis had trouble seeing past his failures. That was the curse and blessing of his character. Every man lost felt like a failure on his part. Every person who died on the streets because the upper class felt they were unworthy to be treated like human beings caused a jab of regret in him. Every screw up left him wondering what would have happened if they had done it correctly. What if?

The self questioning and loathing was broken by his second in command and best friend Ryan walking in with a grin on his face. Ryan was the more loose of the pair. He was able to see the light at the end of the tunnel better than Salis could, and gave him the motivation to keep moving forward with each loss and failure. Often Ryan would comment that he saw the glass half full rather than half empty. Salis would respond that it was closer one sixth f, ull than anything. The two had been inseparable during childhood in the Crown district and Ryan had been the first to answer Salis' call when he started the rebellion. As Ryan cheerily entered cheerily he slapped Salis on the shoulder.

"Cheer up man!" he said with a grin still on his face, "We just got some more weapons! The new recruits can get trained properly now, and we finally struck a deal with the local gangs to sod off!"

"Yah," replied Salis somberly, "but how much longer until they decide it's more profitable to keep raiding us again?"

"Oh but our great and fearless leader will be able to strike them down with a flick of his wrist," replied Ryan mockingly, "and that's if the pure depression of his demeanor doesn't kill them from self loathing first."

Salis chuckled at the joke, Ryan always knew how to cheer him up. "So, why are you here?" he asked, "I assume you came to do more than crack jokes."

"Why I'm deeply hurt," replied Ryan with a mock offended look, "you think I came simply because I had another pointless report for you? How do you know I didn't come out of pure sympathy for a friend in need." Ryan handed Salis the file in his hand as a smile creeped onto his face. "There's some good stuff in here though, you should really look at it."

Salis raised an eyebrow. "Since when did reports become so interesting to you." As he read the report though, his other eyebrow rose up to meet the other. "Are you sure the sources are trustworthy?" he asked in a now serious tone.

"I've used them on several occasions before, but I also tripled checked just to make sure," replied Ryan who was now looking more serious as well. "It's legit."

"We have work to do then," said Salis as he stood up from his chair. He looked envyingly at the cot in the corner of the room, but rest would have to wait. "Let's get a team together, I'll lead this one personally."

"Well you're not going without me," replied Ryan as he followed Salis out the door.

This could be big, thought Salis, or a complete disaster.

by **Soviet Chernarus** » Fri Apr 17, 2015 8:24 pm

Nicholas sighed as he looked at his watch; only five minutes until the next test. He had gotten used to the tests, at least, but he still didn't have to like it. In fact, he had always harbored an intense dis like for those good-for-nothings who controlled the Society; the Crown District, the High Society...he had always viewed them as rich, snobby people who knew nothing about the grievances of the people. Old, sick, disabled people were cast aside like if they were nothing more than trash that nobody wanted...while they made it sound like the Society was a wonderful place to live, in reality it was really just propaganda. All of the dark parts of the Society were hidden from the general public...and while the ordinary people sufferred, it was the Crown District and High Society who profited and lived in luxury at the expense of others...

While thinking about this he hadn't noticed that his fists were balled; letting out a sigh he looked at the ground, unballing his fists. His robotic cat, Lucky, pounced up on his lap, purring. Almost immediately, his anger he had just felt vanished, just like that. Lucky had always done that to him...he had had him ever since he was just a little kid. Patting Lucky's head he started thinking about the next test...and the day when he would finally get out of the Rehab Center. Given his average scores and intelligence, he speculated that he would probably be placed in abundance, where the middle class and normal people were. Where his family was. Nick's mind drifted back to the day when he had been taken away...He remembered lots of kicking, tears, crying afterwards. But he had gotten use to Rehab Center life - and for the first time in forever (

) he would be getting back to his home.

by **The Tophat Empire** » Sat Apr 18, 2015 3:27 am

Wiking looked at the clock "10am, time for Tea, and only 5 hours left to the "selection", have go remember that" wiking thought, walking into the study of his large apartment, located some 100m in a large building. Where one of the servants had already placed down the teapot and a cup. He filled the cup with tea, and the rest of the room of the aroma of it. A older man entered the room "My lord, what outfit will you wear during the selection" the man asked, doing a small bow. wiking looked at the man and spoke "Take the white double breasted jacket with the black suit pants". The man bowed again and left the room, wiking placed his hand on his forehead "Why is this fucking selection a thing? is not a lasting relationship suppose to come from love, and not parts of the fucking government" wiking said, rising from his chair and walking over to the big window, continuing his monolog "That is why i hold the power to change this "utopia" to make it better for all. I will act just as the human body, removing the cancer from inside" he mumbled, drinking his tea.

the time was now 12, and wiking had spent the better part of 2 hours on the phone with different informants he had created connections with during his time at the "center", it looked like someone down in the Fresh Gallows was planning something, wikings informant had said that they had secured a large amount of weapons, but this where no regular street thugs. They seem like they had a similar mission to wiking, just a different way of doing it. Wiking had asked the informant to keep him updated. He then left to go shopping, after all when he came back home today, he would be married, so he better prepare everything. Even if he where not going to force his wife to do anything, he had even prepared another master bedroom for her.

Wiking was sitting in the small hover car, being driven by his most trusted servant and friend, James. When they passed the Rehabilitation center he saw a group of "Students" had formed a circle. "Stop, take us down on the ground" he ordered, exiting the vehicle and starting to move towards the group of students. When he was close he noticed what was going on, a former member from Crown where punching on some one from another district, Fresh Gallows if wiking where to hazard a guess. Wiking clenched his left fist, the right getting a more secure grip of his cane. He forced his way into the middle of the group and shouted "What the fuck are you doing?", the student who dished out the punches looked at wiking and shouted back "I am entertaining myself with this low life, an.." Wiking did not let the student finish his sentence before he stuck him with his cane, letting the small point make a long small wound over his face. "What the fuck, do you not know that i am from the crowns district?" the now bleeding student said, wiking struck him once more, this time also kicking his leg so he fell to the ground "Let em tell you something, while you are at the Center, you lack a district to call home. You are just a waste of air and space. Now get out of my sight before i lose my temper" wiking said, watching as the crowed and the bleeding student ran away, leaving the almost passed out student from the Fresh Gallows, hardly standing on his own legs. Wiking handed him a card with his number on "Take this, if you ever need help, or see anyone in need. Call me, can you get to the nurse office yourself?" wiking asked, the student nodding and stumbling away, placing the card in his pocket.

The clock stuck 2, and wiking arrived at the local where the "Selection would take place", now he only had to wait for the clock to strike 3, he spent some time looking at those who had arrived, feeling a wave of sorrow as he did

by **Empire of the Siberian Flaming Eskimos** » Sat Apr 18, 2015 7:28 am

Salis walked through the control room with a steady pace, standing tall with a confident and optimistic demeanor. He might beat himself up over failures, but the others needed a positive image from him. They all looked to him, admired him, and needed him to lead like everything was going well. As Salis walked through he paused occasionally to look at what the various control personnel were doing. The room was large and grimy like all the other building within the Undesirables, but also contained some nice tech. The Crimson Lions had a reach beyond this district and used it to acquire what they needed and bring it here. The main reason for this was the lack of regulation in this district. Gangs were rampant, people disappeared every day, murders were such a problem that people had given up estimating the amount long ago. It was perfect for hiding a rebel base. Salis stopped by at a station that tracked recruitment numbers.

"How are we looking Bryce?" Salis asked the man he had come to know from his many visits.

"Not great," he replied, now used to the daily visits of his leader, "numbers have dropped since last week. PR thinks it might simply be that not enough attention is being given to us. We haven't done anything even relatively big for awhile."

"Hopefully that changes soon," said Salis. And it should if this works, he thought as he gripped the file in his hand. "Keep up the good work, I'll be back tomorrow."

"You always are sir," said Bryce with a smile on his face. With that, he saluted Salis and turned back to his holo-screen.

With that visit done, Salis moved into an adjoining conference room with Ryan in tow. He had called a meeting of the Red Council, the leadership of the Crimson Lions, for discussion of the file he had just gotten. As Salis sat down at the head of the table, he looked at the men and women around him. On his right were Ryan and three other men, on his left was three more men and the only woman in the council. Reagan was a remarkable woman. She had quickly shown her skill in both combat and administration, and Salis had quickly singled her out as a must have for the council. Everyone needed to be included for it to work, and Reagan had the skill and gender needed to make that happen. The Council was a very simple thing. While Salis was leader, large decisions that weren't split second would be voted on by the group. While Salis had picked many of the people on it, they also had required a certain amount of support from the foot soldiers of the rebellion in order to gain a spot. In case of a decision that the people didn't like by the Council, they also had the fail safe that all were encouraged to share their opinions on them. If the people didn't like what the Council did and voiced it loudly enough, the Council would change that decision. Looking around the room, Salis was satisfied that everyone was here and began.

"We have something big here," started Salis, "I've just received a report that there is a major gap in security around the Rehab center." Salis looked around to gauge everyone's reaction. Many seemed instantly incredulous. Malcolm was the first to speak up.

"That's impossible," he said as he stood up, "I would know if such a gap existed and there's no way that it does. It is a valuable asset to the government and wouldn't allow for such a thing." Malcolm was the one representative here that was from the Crown district. For obvious reasons many didn't trust him, including Salis and Ryan, but he was allowed in for intel and funding that was desperately needed for the cause.

Salis tossed the file to the middle of the table and replied, "That's what I thought, but the source is trustworthy and Ryan tripled checked it. The guards have gotten lazy and halved their patrol routes so that they don't have to walk as far. This leaves a large gap in the south-western perimeter that could easily be used for breaking in and raising hell."

Malcolm looked over the file with a flustered look. He eventually threw it down in frustration, lost for words. "Well I am definitely not supporting this. My son is in there and I am not letting him get hurt."

Salis shot a seething glare at Malcolm, "This isn't just about you, it's about everyone. We're not looking to hurt students anyway and your son should be fine." Malcolm glared back at Salis, but dropped his gaze and slumped into his seat after a bit. The man just has no backbone. He better not get captured or he'll spill everything, thought Salis.

Ryan leaned over and whispered to Salis, "I would like to see those Crown boys squirm though. Entitled little bastards wouldn't last an hour without a silver spoon in their mouths."

Salis watched as the file was passed around the group and people nodded with various expressions of contemplation. He knew what was going through their heads. It would either end amazingly, or in disaster.

When everyone had seen the file, Salis stood. "If you're all ready, I will now call a vote. All in favor stand."

Ryan immediately stood up next to Salis, with him to the end. Salis was glad for the constant support that Ryan provided, it kept him from sinking many times. As he looked around the room though, the others seemed to still be thinking. A smirk rose on Malcolm's face as a minute went by without anyone standing. Slowly though, Reagan stood.

"It's a big risk, but we need something," she said, "I'm for it"

After that the others slowly stood up one by one until only Malcolm and two others were sitting. Malcolm's expression changed from cocky to flustered once again. Seven out of nine had voted for, it had passed.

"Good, I'll gather a team. Ryan, follow me. It's showtime."

by **The Tophat Empire** » Sat Apr 18, 2015 7:53 am

While wiking was waiting for the clock to strike 3 he started to dictate a message to the revolutionary group he had received word about earlier, and more importantly its leader. Wiking then contacted his informant, who promised to make sure Selis got it.

by **The NAR** » Sat Apr 18, 2015 8:28 am

Daniel walked into the old, shabby building, with the Windows boarded up, graffiti sprayed across the walls, broken doors, the smell of mold, and of course, the beat of music below him. Daniel could hear the men rapping, calling each other out, insulting each other. Daniel got a few angry, disgusted glances from the black men, and only a few nods from the Whites, as he made his way down into the basement. There was a massive crowd, hundreds of people, looking up at the stage where two people conducted a Rap Battle. Daniel was supposed to be up next, and he was nervous. If he messed up, he could very well end up another alleyway corpse. He had to show the Undesirables that he wasn't someone to be fucked with. He stood there, waiting for the Rap Battle to end...

by **Empire of the Siberian Flaming Eskimos** » Sat Apr 18, 2015 9:04 am

Salis and Ryan were gearing up with the team they had hand picked for the operation when the messenger came. The only way someone could get in contact with the Crimson Lions without prior background check or correspondence was face to face. People didn't just waltz in demanding to see Salis though, and trying to ended badly. Salis looked up as the man was half dragged half carried into the room by perimeter guards.

"He came up asking to see you," said one of the guards, "Says he has a message that he will only give to you personally, we already checked him for bugs and tracking devices. The only electronic on him is this." The guard tossed Salis a small holo-pad with a password key required.

"You can't open it without me giving the password," said the messenger, "So I would be very happy if you had these guys let go of me now." Salis looked at the man, then nodded to the guards. The man was dropped, where he fell to his knees before standing up and brushing himself off. The guards stayed there at the doorway.

"Open it then," said Salis, "I'm short on time." Salis handed the man his holo-pad and he quickly entered in the password. Salis was handed it and quickly looked through to make sure there weren't any bugs or tracking devices. There weren't. "Good thing you didn't bring any trackers," he said, "you would have been dead by now." Salis looked over the message and the transaction code for the money. This has to be a trap, he thought, Crown's don't just give money to rebels. Salis quickly attached a device to the holo-pad. After a brief wait, he checked the small monitor on it and saw that the devices wireless connections were completely secure. But then again, maybe not. Salis quickly gave the transaction code to one of the guards and had him take it down to intel. It would be checked multiple times before it was trusted, and then the would make sure that the connection was completely secure before taking the money. No one could let the base location slip. If it did then they would be hard pressed to move before the military came in force. Salis turned to the other guard.

"Lock him up in the brig," he said. The man started to protest, but Salis cut him off. "I don't know anything about you and until I confirm you can be trusted I'm not letting you go. If you're trustworthy, you may leave. If not, you will be interrogated and killed." With that the man was dragged off once more, this time to the brig. A full background check would be made on him. Salis turned back to the holo-pad in hand. He quickly typed this message:

This is Salis, and you've caught my attention. I will gladly take your donation once it has been confirmed that it is clean, but if you wish for prolonged contact then I need to know who you are. Crowns don't just pop up to help rebels, and that's exactly what you have done.

by **The Tophat Empire** » Sat Apr 18, 2015 9:19 am

Empire of the Siberian Flaming Eskimos wrote: -snip-

Wiking read the return message, then started to type "Since you are reading this i am assuming that the man my informant sent got there alive? My name is Wiking Björnsson. However while you may now know my name, don't try and sell it to the government. if they were to race it it would end up in a old server 100m below the ocean. While it´s rare for Crowns to help, that is only because they are too busy drinking to reliance what kind of place the "Utopia" have become, it is my hope to make a world where no one have to worry, about food, housing or food. to complete that goal, you and your group may become an invaluable part. Rest assured i do not believe that you will trust me right away, but i do hope that you are open for further cooperation and relation". wiking then sent the message, and started to walk towards his car "14:10, 50 Minutes left" he thought to himslef

by **Quensatango** » Sat Apr 18, 2015 9:53 am

Rico was watching along with many other students as a larger student who by the looks of it used to be from The Crown district was beating another student. Rico wasn’t sure what he should do on one hand he knew he shouldn’t get involved but on the other the poor soul who was being beat was someone Rico knew, they had come from Fresh Gallows just like he had even transported in the same craft. Rico flinched with each blow this was simply the way it was though and there nothing he could do about it, still he couldn’t help but hope someone would stop the pummeling anyone. His eyes connected with his fellow Fresh Gallows’ as the beating continued, Rico quickly looked away he couldn’t take it anymore. He was about to leave the crowd when a loud whack caused him to turn around, a taller older boy with blond hair and dressed in a slick suit had apparently hit the other Crown with his cane. The boy was about to say something when another whack came, Rico let a small smile creep across his face was this real a crown beating another Crown? Then the cane wielding boy said something that caught Rico’s attention, "Let me tell you something, while you are at the Center, you lack a district to call home…” Rico was surprised by this, it wasn’t usually something most people from the Higher districts would say. As the other students started to disperse Rico lagged behind waiting for the other Fresh Gallows, the older Crown gave him a card and said something but Rico didn’t pick up, then he went back to his vehicle and left. “Hey...are you okay?” Rico asked as the wounded student came closer, Rico rushed to his side helping his fellow student keep balance but the student shoved Rico off and responded, “Screw you Rico, why didn’t you help me?!” then he stumbled off to the nurses office leaving Rico behind, Rico looked down in shame “I-I don’t know… I’m sorry Aidan...”

by **Castle Crashers** » Sat Apr 18, 2015 11:23 am

Riley sighed as she woke up, the sunlight shining through her small window. She rubbed her eyes, sitting up, swinging her legs over the side of the bed and standing. She then walked the short distance to the door, pulling it open and proceeding into the kitchen.
"Morning honey. You sleep well?" Her mother asked, making breakfast over the stove. Riley took a seat at the small glass dining table, and yawned. "I guess so." She replied, rubbing her face.
"You know what today is, right?" Her mother said, turning around and smiling at Riley before going back to fixing breakfast. She brought over two plates to the table, and sat across from Riley. She had fixed eggs this morning, something they rarely had money for.
"It's the day you meet your true love." Her mother smiled brightly.
Riley gave a small smile back before stuffing a piece of egg in her mouth.
"I hope so, Mom. I do." She said with her mouth full.
They both ate in silence for a while before Riley's mother stood up. "I got something for you." She smiled, heading back into the master bedroom. She reemerged with a rectangular box, and handed it to Riley. They never really got anything...Riley's mind wandered on what it could possibly be. She carefully opened the package, and pulled out a dress. Her mother smiled down on her. "I thought I'd get you something special for today." She said. Riley was in awe, looking over the dress with her eyes filling with tears. She put down the dress, and hugged her mother tightly. "Thank you Mom..." She said quietly. Her mother hugged her tightly back. After a moment, her mother let go, and smiled. "I guess it's time for you to get ready...the Selection is in two hours." She said.
Riley nodded, wiping her eyes.
She took the dress and headed back into her room. She put on the striped dress, and looked at herself in her dresser's mirror. The only thing she could think of was how she'd stand out from the other girls. The Crowns would notice her more...and she might be chosen. Riley knew that she'd rather kill herself than be chosen by a Crown. She sighed, picking up a brush and pulling it through her tangled brown hair. She then pulled it back into a messy bun. She then pulled on a pair of worn white flats, and headed back out to her mother. Her mother put her hands over her mouth. "You look so beautiful..." She said, giving Riley another hug. After a moment, they pulled away, and her mother smiled. "It's almost time...you should head down now." She said.
"I'll come back and tell you about it tomorrow." Riley replied, smiling and opening the front door. Her mother nodded, and watched Riley close the door behind her.
Riley stepped out into the day, and began heading down to the building where the Selection would be held. She hoped dearly that a Crown wouldn't choose her. She hoped it dearly.

by **Empire of the Siberian Flaming Eskimos** » Sat Apr 18, 2015 11:26 am

Salis read over Wiking's new message. As he thought about it, he came to find that this man could be extremely useful. Salis sent a man to go have intel do a background check on Wiking. Even if he decided Wiking was useful, there were still precautions to be followed. Salis typed out a response.

The messenger that was sent is alive, and will stay that way if he checks out. I will have my men do a thorough background check of both of you before anything else is promised. As for being implemented in any plans you have, the Council and I will do as we see fit. If your plans line up with ours then cooperation will be had. If not, you're on your own. I have work to attend to now. I would suggest keeping your head down too. Two parts of town are about to get unpleasant and the crossfire is a dangerous place to be.

With the message sent, Salis turned to Ryan and the others as they went over the plan. Two groups would be deployed, thirty led by Salis and a group of seventy led by Ryan. Ryan would be setting up a decoy attack to draw some attention from the Rehab center, while also sending a message. The Selection had been a symbol of oppression for years, and many in the Lions, led mainly by Reagan and other strong women, had petitioned for an attack against it. Salis had always stalled due to varying conditions, but now they would get what they wanted. Ryan's group had a simple task. Burn down the Selection grounds, grab who they could, and run like hell. Any new recruits or hostages that could be gained from this would be useful to the cause, and it would provide some cover for Salis' team at the Rehab center. The strategy for attacking the Selection was simple as well. Snipers would be posted on surrounding rooftops while APC's would come in with troops. The APC's would evacuate the wounded and captured when the retreat started and be equipped to jam any signals that might be used to track them until everyone could be checked.

Meanwhile, Salis' group would sneak up to the south-western flank of the Rehab center. They would use the security gap to get through the defenses and then go in through windows. Once inside, they would raise hell. Explosives would be set to destroy portions of the building, testers would be given the choice to join them, and anything of value would be stolen and evaced through some APC's that would be on standby. Salis' group would also get some air support with what few planes they could spare. It wasn't a perfect plan, but if it worked it would give the rebellion a new boost.

And it will work, thought Salis as he attempted to wipe away his doubt, we need it to.

by **Tracian Empire** » Sat Apr 18, 2015 11:57 am

From the window of his room, Slaine was looking with disgust at the lower districts that were visible in the distance. "After I get a good position and start to rule this place, there will be no districts. They won't be... needed anymore.", said Slaine with a low voice, smirking.
"My Lord, what do you want to wear at the selection ceremony.", said a servant that just entered.
"Bring me the red count costume. And the black leather gloves.", said Slaine without turning away from the window. "Of course my Lord", said the servant and left the room.
Half a hour later, Slaine was dressed and ready to go to the ceremony. He looked at his black pocket watch. "30 minutes left.", he said.
15 minutes later, Slaine arrived st the amphitheater. He hated to be so close to so many people from the lower districts, so he just stayed on a side, away from the crowd, waiting for the moment in which the crowns will be allowed to go on the stage.

by **The NAR** » Sat Apr 18, 2015 12:25 pm

When the cheers from the previous battle died down, a man in scrubby clothes took the stage. "Next up, we got our good friend Jon, and... and uh, Danny". There were cheers as Jon took the stage, he smiled and waved like the dick he was. He was only respected because he was black, and Daniel wasn't. When Daniel walked up, the silence was intense, broken only by boos and the occasional clap that quickly died when nobody else followed. The Host walked up and handed the Mic to Jon. "Alright, let's do this". Jon gave me the evil eye, and began to Rap.

"This guy's a choke artist
You catch a bad 1,
Your better off shooting yourself with poppa doc's hand gun.
Climbing up this mountain, your weak,
I leave you lost without a paddle.
Floatin up shits creek.
You ain’t Detroit. I’m the D.
Your the new kid on the block
about to get smacked to the boondocks.
Fucking nazi your squad ain’t your type,
take some real advice
and form a group with Vanilla Ice.
And wut I tell you, you better use it.
This guys a hillbilly this ain’t Willie Nelson music.
Trailor trash, I’ll choke you to your last breath
and have you look foolish like cheddar bob when he shot himself.
Silly rabbit, I know why they call you that ...
cuz you follow future like he got carrotz up his ass crack.
And when you acted up
thats when you got jacked up
and act stupid like Tina Turner when she got smacked up.
I crack your shoulder blade
you’ll get dropped so hard that Elvis’ll start turning in his grave.
Now I know why they left you out in the dark.
You need to take your white ass
back across 8 mile to the trailor park."

Daniel waited for the cheers to die down before taking the Mic and clearing his throat, looking out at the mostly black crowd.

"This guy raps like his parents jerked em.
He sounds like Erick Sermon ... the generic version.
This whole crowd looks suspicious
it’s all dudes in here except for these bitches.
So i'm a german eh?
Thats ok you look like a fucking worm with braids.
These leadaz of the freeworld rookies.
Lookie, how could 6 dicks be pussies?
Talking about shits creek bitch,
you could be up piss creek with paddles.
This deep. Your still gonna sink, your a discrace,
ya they call me rabbit this is a turtle race.
He can’t get with me spittin this shit wickedy
lyckety-shot a spika-a-spicketly split lyckety.
I’m gonna turn around with a great smile
and walk my white ass back across 8 mile"

by **The Tophat Empire** » Sat Apr 18, 2015 12:28 pm

Empire of the Siberian Flaming Eskimos wrote:Salis read over Wiking's new message. As he thought about it, he came to find that this man could be extremely useful. Salis sent a man to go have intel do a background check on Wiking. Even if he decided Wiking was useful, there were still precautions to be followed. Salis typed out a response.

The messenger that was sent is alive, and will stay that way if he checks out. I will have my men do a thorough background check of both of you before anything else is promised. As for being implemented in any plans you have, the Council and I will do as we see fit. If your plans line up with ours then cooperation will be had. If not, you're on your own. I have work to attend to now. I would suggest keeping your head down too. Two parts of town are about to get unpleasant and the crossfire is a dangerous place to be.

With the message sent, Salis turned to Ryan and the others as they went over the plan. Two groups would be deployed, thirty led by Salis and a group of seventy led by Ryan. Ryan would be setting up a decoy attack to draw some attention from the Rehab center, while also sending a message. The Selection had been a symbol of oppression for years, and many in the Lions, led mainly by Reagan and other strong women, had petitioned for an attack against it. Salis had always stalled due to varying conditions, but now they would get what they wanted. Ryan's group had a simple task. Burn down the Selection grounds, grab who they could, and run like hell. Any new recruits or hostages that could be gained from this would be useful to the cause, and it would provide some cover for Salis' team at the Rehab center. The strategy for attacking the Selection was simple as well. Snipers would be posted on surrounding rooftops while APC's would come in with troops. The APC's would evacuate the wounded and captured when the retreat started and be equipped to jam any signals that might be used to track them until everyone could be checked.

Meanwhile, Salis' group would sneak up to the south-western flank of the Rehab center. They would use the security gap to get through the defenses and then go in through windows. Once inside, they would raise hell. Explosives would be set to destroy portions of the building, testers would be given the choice to join them, and anything of value would be stolen and evaced through some APC's that would be on standby. Salis' group would also get some air support with what few planes they could spare. It wasn't a perfect plan, but if it worked it would give the rebellion a new boost.

And it will work, thought Salis as he attempted to wipe away his doubt, we need it to.

Wiking read the last message sent and instantly became worried, this group would probably be targeting the selection. Yet he was not worried about his own life, rather the life of all the civilians that would be here. "No collateral or civilian damage" wiking sent before terminating the link. he exited the car, and walked back into the house where the selection was going to take place. "If it boils down to that they attack this i still have have my cane and this" he thought, patting one of the coats inner pockets, housing a small self defense pistol. when he entered he saw that another Crown had arrived "Good day, mr Slaine" wiking said, walking up to him and stretching out his hand

by **Tracian Empire** » Sat Apr 18, 2015 12:39 pm

The Tophat Empire wrote:
Empire of the Siberian Flaming Eskimos wrote:Salis read over Wiking's new message. As he thought about it, he came to find that this man could be extremely useful. Salis sent a man to go have intel do a background check on Wiking. Even if he decided Wiking was useful, there were still precautions to be followed. Salis typed out a response.

The messenger that was sent is alive, and will stay that way if he checks out. I will have my men do a thorough background check of both of you before anything else is promised. As for being implemented in any plans you have, the Council and I will do as we see fit. If your plans line up with ours then cooperation will be had. If not, you're on your own. I have work to attend to now. I would suggest keeping your head down too. Two parts of town are about to get unpleasant and the crossfire is a dangerous place to be.

With the message sent, Salis turned to Ryan and the others as they went over the plan. Two groups would be deployed, thirty led by Salis and a group of seventy led by Ryan. Ryan would be setting up a decoy attack to draw some attention from the Rehab center, while also sending a message. The Selection had been a symbol of oppression for years, and many in the Lions, led mainly by Reagan and other strong women, had petitioned for an attack against it. Salis had always stalled due to varying conditions, but now they would get what they wanted. Ryan's group had a simple task. Burn down the Selection grounds, grab who they could, and run like hell. Any new recruits or hostages that could be gained from this would be useful to the cause, and it would provide some cover for Salis' team at the Rehab center. The strategy for attacking the Selection was simple as well. Snipers would be posted on surrounding rooftops while APC's would come in with troops. The APC's would evacuate the wounded and captured when the retreat started and be equipped to jam any signals that might be used to track them until everyone could be checked.

Meanwhile, Salis' group would sneak up to the south-western flank of the Rehab center. They would use the security gap to get through the defenses and then go in through windows. Once inside, they would raise hell. Explosives would be set to destroy portions of the building, testers would be given the choice to join them, and anything of value would be stolen and evaced through some APC's that would be on standby. Salis' group would also get some air support with what few planes they could spare. It wasn't a perfect plan, but if it worked it would give the rebellion a new boost.

And it will work, thought Salis as he attempted to wipe away his doubt, we need it to.

Wiking read the last message sent and instantly became worried, this group would probably be targeting the selection. Yet he was not worried about his own life, rather the life of all the civilians that would be here. "No collateral or civilian damage" wiking sent before terminating the link. he exited the car, and walked back into the house where the selection was going to take place. "If it boils down to that they attack this i still have have my cane and this" he thought, patting one of the coats inner pockets, housing a small self defense pistol. when he entered he saw that another Crown had arrived "Good day, mr Slaine" wiking said, walking up to him and stretching out his hand

Slaine looked around to see Wiling. Another Crown that Slaine knew, but he never liked him due to his "attraction" towards the lower classes and other elements like that. Wiling was known throughout the Crown district for helping people from the lower districts, and this hasn't gained him too many friends within the Crowns. Unfortunately for Slaine, he knew Wiling for a long time and couldn't just walk away.
"Good day Mr. Wiking", said Slaine shaking Wiking's hand."What job do you think that you will receive?"

by **The Tophat Empire** » Sat Apr 18, 2015 12:55 pm

Tracian Empire wrote:
The Tophat Empire wrote:
Wiking read the last message sent and instantly became worried, this group would probably be targeting the selection. Yet he was not worried about his own life, rather the life of all the civilians that would be here. "No collateral or civilian damage" wiking sent before terminating the link. he exited the car, and walked back into the house where the selection was going to take place. "If it boils down to that they attack this i still have have my cane and this" he thought, patting one of the coats inner pockets, housing a small self defense pistol. when he entered he saw that another Crown had arrived "Good day, mr Slaine" wiking said, walking up to him and stretching out his hand

Slaine looked around to see Wiling. Another Crown that Slaine knew, but he never liked him due to his "attraction" towards the lower classes and other elements like that. Wiling was known throughout the Crown district for helping people from the lower districts, and this hasn't gained him too many friends within the Crowns. Unfortunately for Slaine, he knew Wiling for a long time and couldn't just walk away.
"Good day Mr. Wiking", said Slaine shaking Wiking's hand."What job do you think that you will receive?"

"i do not know, but i did score highly on both the leadership and the pressure tests, so maybe the military. anyway, How have you been, it must be 2 months since we last meet." wiking said

by **Castle Crashers** » Sat Apr 18, 2015 1:08 pm

As Riley was walking, her anxiety about the Selection was beginning to kick in. What if she was chosen by a Crown? What if she doesn't have a match? Will she disappear like all those other girls? As she thought this, she decided it was better to lengthen her walk rather than to be early to the event. Riley turned a hard left, cutting through Fresh Gallows and through the Undesirables districts. She didn't mind the lower districts like most everyone did. In fact, she'd help them anyway she could if it weren't a day like this.
As she walked through the Undesirables district, she could hear cheering, and some fast talking of sorts. Curious, Riley approached the sound, coming upon a run-down warehouse. It didn't seem safe, but Riley's curiosity was getting the best of her. Riley quietly stood by the door, watching the people on stage. She tried to ignore the glares people were giving her, for she surely stood out like a sore thumb in her dress. But still, her curiosity for this new music of sorts compelled her to stay.

by **The NAR** » Sat Apr 18, 2015 1:13 pm

(Here you go)

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=sHE0wmgljco

by **Castle Crashers** » Sat Apr 18, 2015 1:22 pm

The NAR wrote:(Here you go)

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=sHE0wmgljco

Riley was confused. So they were supposed to insult each other through music? It didn't make much sense to her, for she'd never heard it before, but nevertheless, it interested her. She leaned back against the wall, and watched over the heads of the various people in the room. The music was actually kind-of catchy to her, and she was beginning to like it. All she'd ever really heard was dead pop music from hundreds of years ago, and even that was rare. So she stayed, and she listened.

by **The NAR** » Sat Apr 18, 2015 1:25 pm

Castle Crashers wrote:
The NAR wrote:(Here you go)

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=sHE0wmgljco

Riley was confused. So they were supposed to insult each other through music? It didn't make much sense to her, for she'd never heard it before, but nevertheless, it interested her. She leaned back against the wall, and watched over the heads of the various people in the room. The music was actually kind-of catchy to her, and she was beginning to like it. All she'd ever really heard was dead pop music from hundreds of years ago, and even that was rare. So she stayed, and she listened.

Daniel walked off the stage, he was finished. The other motherfucker didn't talk, he was chocking, and Daniel was sick of everything. With his black eye from being jumped the night before, he walked around the crowd, passing an oddly placed girl in a dress, but he wasn't in the mood to confront her, though she was pretty damn good looking. He smashed open the door, leaned up against the building, and lit a cigarette, beginning to smoke.

by **Empire of the Siberian Flaming Eskimos** » Sat Apr 18, 2015 1:27 pm

Salis looked down at the holo-pad as the ACP drove down the streets of the Undesirables. The fact that the Lions had these vehicles was the main reason gangs were usually willing to strike deals with them, even if they were temporary. Gangs backed off and the Lions wouldn't bring out the big guns as much. Salis had just gotten another message from their new Crown friend.

No collateral or civilian damage? he thought, This is war, what does this guy expect to happen? Salis shut off the device and pocketed it. The man clearly had unrealistic expectations for both now and the future. People would have to die if change were to happen. The only reason Salis was somewhat comfortable with that idea was because he was willing to be one of them if needed. He would gladly give his life for the cause, for freedom came at a high cost. Salis looked around him at the men riding. Everyone was decked out with some armor, at least one grenade, a laser rifle of some kind, and some spare mags. Salis checked to make sure his personal gear was ready. He had what everyone else did, but his rifle was different. Hand crafted for him when he was in the Crown district, the rifle was mid ranged semi-auto with high power rounds. It took the same ammo as the normal guns, but had a built in charger that added a bit extra for tougher opponents. Salis wished he could give every man a gun like his, but it was far too expensive.

The APC ground to a halt at the back of an abandon building. Salis and Ryan got out with the snipers and climbed the stairs to the roof. When they got there the snipers got to work, setting up all the equipment necessary to provide an over watch and covering fire. Salis and Ryan looked out over the amphitheater.

"Make sure to grab some Crown kids and lower class kids," said Salis, "the Crowns make good hostages, but we need recruits too. Don't discriminate by gender either. Reagan has proven on multiple occasions that women are often better to have than men in war."

Ryan nodded in response. "You got that right," he said, "She is one scary woman. I'd rather go against five Society commandos than one on one with her."

Salis took one last look around before nodding and moving towards the stairs with Ryan. They descended back to the APC's and Salis got on one. "Take care of yourself Ryan," said Salis as he got in, "I expect to see you back at base tonight."

"Worry about yourself," he replied, "You have the big target."

You got that right, thought Salis as the APC started moving, All the better to screw up.

by **Soviet Chernarus** » Sat Apr 18, 2015 1:32 pm

The test went by, and he was back in his room; everything was pretty uneventful, except for the fact he was supposed to dress nice for the upcoming Selection. He wouldn't be participating in it, of course; he wasn't yet 16....but Nick was supposed to be watching the Crowns select their wives and other people get their matches. He hated every single minute of it...but it wasn't exactly optional. If memory served, his older sister would be there, too...getting selected. Nick sighed; ever since she had left the Rehab Center he hadn't met or saw her much, or at all, really. He missed her and the house, but there was nothing Nick could do about it. He just had to keep going. Lucky rubbed her head on Nick's legs, causing him to smile a bit. Everything will be okay...I hope

by **Castle Crashers** » Sat Apr 18, 2015 1:34 pm

The NAR wrote:
Castle Crashers wrote:
Riley was confused. So they were supposed to insult each other through music? It didn't make much sense to her, for she'd never heard it before, but nevertheless, it interested her. She leaned back against the wall, and watched over the heads of the various people in the room. The music was actually kind-of catchy to her, and she was beginning to like it. All she'd ever really heard was dead pop music from hundreds of years ago, and even that was rare. So she stayed, and she listened.

Daniel walked off the stage, he was finished. The other motherfucker didn't talk, he was chocking, and Daniel was sick of everything. With his black eye from being jumped the night before, he walked around the crowd, passing an oddly placed girl in a dress, but he wasn't in the mood to confront her, though she was pretty damn good looking. He smashed open the door, leaned up against the building, and lit a cigarette, beginning to smoke.

Riley watched the guy leave, and waited a moment. She looked to the center of the group, where the other guy's opponent stood silent, embarrassed. Concluding that it was over, she exited the building, seeing the guy from on-stage leaning against the wall, smoking. If she had any say in it, she'd say the guy was actually pretty cute. "Hey," Riley said, leaning against the wall next to him. "What type of music was that? I've never heard it before..." Riley asked.

by **The NAR** » Sat Apr 18, 2015 1:37 pm

Castle Crashers wrote:
The NAR wrote:
Daniel walked off the stage, he was finished. The other motherfucker didn't talk, he was chocking, and Daniel was sick of everything. With his black eye from being jumped the night before, he walked around the crowd, passing an oddly placed girl in a dress, but he wasn't in the mood to confront her, though she was pretty damn good looking. He smashed open the door, leaned up against the building, and lit a cigarette, beginning to smoke.

Riley watched the guy leave, and waited a moment. She looked to the center of the group, where the other guy's opponent stood silent, embarrassed. Concluding that it was over, she exited the building, seeing the guy from on-stage leaning against the wall, smoking. If she had any say in it, she'd say the guy was actually pretty cute. "Hey," Riley said, leaning against the wall next to him. "What type of music was that? I've never heard it before..." Riley asked.

Very slightly, Daniel looked over, exposing his badly bruised face. "It's called Rap" he said, taking another puff from his cigarette. "You living under a rock? Or you not from around here?".

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