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From Molotov: We hug. It isn't fucked-up-homo, not even close. But, we were close once, and for men who cannot show this often, this is good way to be showing it. "You are looking like shit, old friend, and this scrotum hair on chin is like illness…
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From Molotov: I stick one of Roxy's cigarettes in my mouth and hop off the end of Sims' bike. Ah, Navy Pier. This place was my hold maybe five months ago, when I stumbled into Chi-town, dirty, cold, out of ice-cubes, and starving. I did security gi…
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OOC: Heading into Gang Territory. Roll+Sharp. +1XP. (Rolled: 2d6+2. Rolls: 4, 6. Total: 12)
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From Molotov: We drive straight out to the lake, then cut a left, heading north along Shore Drive. Is there anything of note? Da, this stretch is Chi-town for a lot of people, between the towering pillars of frozen metal, and the death trap that is…
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From Molotov: I'd roll my eyes but they're too busy struggling to stay open. Maybe, this Bonk has skull so thick my commands were lost in the bone. Is better idea than having to be dealing with insubordination right now. Gingerly, I am sitting on …
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From Molotov: I've been off the ice-cubes for what, three weeks now? And have not been seeing Silicia in all that time. I'm feeling little bit of pride in self, like, I knew I was stronger than that shit, and it's fueling disgust in this man who is…
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From Molotov: I push to my feet, painting red hand-marks up the ice-slick car. The Camaro is totally fucked, but not enough to put a smile in my heart. Not with Last Resort broken in my arms. "Enough!" I'm calling out, but who knows how weak my vo…
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From Molotov: I'm clenching red-teeth as I hit my knee, and I click the trigger, preparing for beautiful retaliation. But...nothing. FUCK. SHIT. "SOSI EBANATAYA SUKA! KOOSHI GOVNO EE OOMREE!" I'm spitting into the icy-wind, roaring over the sound o…
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From Molotov: Apparently, my Last Resort is like, reversed magnet. Is attracting, not repelling. Maybe I would laugh, but I'm too busy being shot. The bullet punches words out of my chest, "FUCK. THEM. UP." And I'm guessing my Sparekeys know the dr…
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OOC: Going Aggro. Roll+Hard. +1XP (Rolled: 2d6+3. Rolls: 1, 1. Total: 5)
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From Molotov: Of course it would go like this. What else would happen, everybody smiling in sunshine? Bonk is dead unless something is being done quick, and nothing quicker than bullet. So I'm squeezing the trigger of my Last Resort, in way that sa…
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From Molotov: I start belting commands, my voice carrying down 47th, in attempt to catch Sparekey attention. They knew moment was coming sometime, but long hours spent slowly freezing is helping to dull the brain. So, I try to get their bellies bur…
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From Molotov: It's before dawn. Both sky and ice are bruised with light from setting moon, and we're all moving to keep warm. I've got Endeavor beside me, waddling like the red marshmallow he is. We're on foot. Is no point wasting fuel, and quiet …
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Patrol Territory. Roll+Sharp. +1 XP. (Rolled: 2d6+2. Rolls: 4, 1. Total: 7)
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From Molotov: Hrm. It feels little bit like getting good shot off, between the eyes. Is victory, da? Maybe, she is being liar and is not all okay, but I will deal with her if I have to. And though is strong possibility, I do not let that thought ru…
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From Molotov: I pinch my nose as Artec is still talking. Then I gesticulate with magnum, like extension of my body, which it is, and reply in even tone, "He is little shit, da. And you are doing whatever I want anyway, because you are Sparekey, so …
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From Molotov: Ugh, what time is it? I get up, not putting on shirt, but pull magnum from under pillow of course. Artec is standing in the elevator, looking unsure of herself and weak. NS pointed her out earlier, so I suppose she's important around …
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From Molotov: I shake my head at tzir. "Nyet, Never Summer, I am going to examine my room, and then tomorrow, well, losing eight barter is problem that needs fixing." I don't want to say it, first day of being the boss, but my shoulder is burning l…
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From Molotov: I spend the little moments between seeing that breath taken, and hearing the man's crimes, in calm thought. Is this victory spirit strong enough to survive, or nyet? But, the word 'rape' has a funny effect on me. Is like squeezing and…
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From Molotov: I have a house. So, this takes a moment to be sinking in, and while it does I'm standing in the elevator. Never Summer shows me the boss-man room, which I'm see is good, like, this is best place I've ever slept and now I'll be sleepin…
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From Molotov: No, I don't have it in me. I am not a fan of this talking, talking, talking for no sake of it. They are all knowing what I am about, what I am planning this to be about. And they wouldn't be here if they were not being on-the-board. B…
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From Molotov: I'm nodding along, this is all good to be knowing, and proves further that Never Summer was right choice for vtoroy. I do not answer tzir straight away, but turn a little so tze can hear me better, and start off with something on my m…
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From Molotov: "Of course, vtoroy," I am telling my second, pulling out one of the cigarettes Roxy gave me. She wrote a private radio channel on back of the tin, in case I am having free time. I plan on having free time later this week. The cigarett…
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From Molotov: Hngh. Is not a word I know of, describing it, of being with equal and being such...lost in self. So, I will say, it was good time. But, no, is no cuddling or whatever is called. Maybe, we lie there, and she is pulling out this pre-Win…
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From Molotov: "Da," I tell Roxy, and my face shows no emotion, of course, but she can see in my eyes. You can never hide the eyes. This is big deal for me. This is first, since Santa Cruz. And I have chosen her equal. "I am all yours." Like perfec…
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From Molotov: "Da," I reply, and wipe nose with finger before hooking it over shoulder, at my Sparekeys. "And maybe, is something yours are having for mine too." Carnation's brains are wet between my toes, and while these boys are feeling like this…
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Never Summer: Never Summer's sword: Bonk: Artec: Endeavor: Invert: Sims: Satchel: The King: Grenade: Disaster: Meet the Gang, Sparekeys of Grease Park: Never Summer: A gender-neutral, willowy, bespectacled sword-swinging killer. He is …
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Where do the dead go? Huh. Well, in Chi-town, burying is about as much of an option as closing your eyes and praying real hard, so the citizens had to start getting creative. Firstly, are you squeamish about the corpse of a relative? If not, then cu…
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From Molotov: The old regime jerks and dies beneath my foot. I do not take my eyes off this Never Summer, who is d'yavol with his sword, like vengence in flesh. He is strong and queer? I am first thinking, have always been thinking, this is conflic…
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From Molotov: I make tsking sound, disappointed, and grab Carnation by the jaw. I am not one for speaking when nothing needs saying, but he is dead man, so little respect, maybe. "I should be thanking you. Before, I was looking for death and did no…