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 Posted: Sun Apr 09, 2006 9:38 pm
The Butcher's Field_ Quote: _Known as the 'Field by many, this run down district SW of Central City was once a prosperous villa of shopping centers, cosmetic shops of all kinds and levels, and residences. In the year 14 AC [After Cyberization] a fanatical cult of human purist [anti-cyberization freedom fighters] known as Sons of the Weeping Moon launched a nano-mecha assault in the center of Butcher's Fields [then known as the Crystal Rivers district. The nano-machines were programmed to essentially re-wire people with cyberbrains as to bring out their worst fears and project them in their vision in a way to bring about mass panic. _In a matter of minutes, the local police units and what their were of military personnel living in the district had brought the sector to it's knees in terms of technology. Their training and government funded bodies gave them the advantage in this war in their minds. They killed thousands of scared and confused bystanders and sabotaged many systems, including emergency responce signals and the main power grid. _Guerilla warfare soon began when nano protected SWAT and military began their sweep for survivors and to find the cause of it all. The mad men toppled buildings on the teams, shot their helicopters down, and used every underhanded trick in the militaries book to 'survive.' _The whole nightmare lasted only 8 hours, but the damage was catastrophic: 28,819 people died in all and over 11 billion dollars in damage was recorded. The district being on the edge of the mega city, The governor declaired it off limits to civilians and quarentined it from the populus. Almost immediantly, the scum of the area began collecting in the ruins of Crystal River and transacting business as well as a few taking residence in the rubble using the phrase 'butcher's field' whenever they talked about the area. Over time, the area became one giant collective of obsolete wares and people. Among the rubble of the once prosperous district, a sub-city of the derelict rose like a pheonix of rust. If you need something done under the radar, or you need a ripperdoc, the 'Field is the place. You can get anything for the right price, from excess military wares to illegal microsofts to human lives, the Butcher's Field welcomes all with grubby arms open.
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Posted: Fri Apr 21, 2006 12:16 pm
Kite quickly unplugged his data-jack from the bile-green access booth at the back of the club. The cord quickly wound it's self into the back of his head as he headed for the bar. "spare some creds?" a young raver with a lanky body and an anorexic face structure approached Kite, his hand extended. "Please? I'll get you some X." He said, sounding as though he had just come off a major buzz. Kite quickly caught the raver in the face with a bone-breaking upper-cut. "You putrid addicts disgust me." He said as he continued toward the bar.
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Posted: Fri Apr 21, 2006 2:01 pm
Spider sat at the bar in the club, bobbing slightly on a hoverchair, sipping a milky-looking drink with some sort of black spheres floating in it, so it resembled a cow. She realized she looked childish this way, but she wasn't here to impress people, just to have a good time somewhere she could get a decent Drunken Cow without needing to trick the ID scanner. She wore a patterned green sleeveless yukata top and black turtleneck and combats, and the lights of the club turned her slightly sickly-looking skin rainbow colors. She put her drink on the counter for a second and stretched her normal hand, then her cybernetic one, out in front of her, sighing. Her fingernails lookied like nothing but discs of mica. Her veins looked too dark and her skin too light. The cybernetic arm looked vaguely menacing. She imagined it might one day start controlling itself. She inspected the skin around the retractable claws on her fingertips. Raw-looking against her colorless fingers. I oughta do something. Too many fragging implants. Not just sit here drinking.
She snorted, shook her head, and went back to sipping her drink. Don't think about it. Don't wanna think. She realized she was whispering this to herself. "Don't wanna think..."
Shook her head. The cup was empty. "Bartender? Another Drunken Cow, please."
She just focused on the tangy vanilla smell of the drink, the thickness of it in her mouth, the sweet, sharp taste, the tapioca bubbles in the drink, the warm, calm feeling it gave her. Ignored the fact the color of her hand matched the milky drink almost exactly.
((Drunken Cow- milk bubble tea with liqueur in it. I really just made it up.))
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Posted: Fri Apr 21, 2006 5:35 pm
Kite quickly slouched onto an empty barstool at the bar. On either side of him, the barstools were empty. "Apple Juice." Kite called to bartender simply. The bartender turned to him with a smirk on his face. "Tch! What-a-ya'? A wimp or somethin'?" The bartender yapped. Kite shook his head with a smirk on his face. He hopped off the barstool and stretched his arms into the air. Then he kicked the barstool, hard. The barstool, which was bolted to the ground, popped two bolts and bent into the front of the bar, severely denting the metal plating. He then took the barstool next to the one he previously scrapped. "What do you think?" Kite asked deviously, "Am I a wimp, or somethin'?" He mocked the bartender's urban accent. "HEY!!" The bartender screamed in anger and fear, "YOU'RE GONNA' PAY FOR THAT!!" Kite quickly stuck out his palm at the bartender's wrinkled face. The guidance barrel for his concealed laser weapon popped out of the lower region of his palm. "Oh really?" Kite said in a low voice, despite the roar of the music in the club. "Shut up and get me my apple juice before I 86 your b!tch @ss, and make sure the glass is spotless." Kite turned his head slightly, chuckling at the usage of such an archaic term for killing. "Y-Y-Yesir!" The bartender said quickly, as he moved almost robotically to the fruit juice fountain. He opened a cupboard below the dispenser a plucked a clean glass out from a row. Kite only smirked at the bartender as he shivered in fear while he tried to hold the glass straight for the dispenser. after several failed attempts at trying to fill the glass and keep it clean at the same time, he quickly set the glass down in front of Kite and hopped away to tend to another customer. "@ssh*le." Kite whispered to himself as he retracted the barrel for his laser back into his wrist and slowly drank from the glass, enjoying the sweet taste.
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Posted: Fri Apr 21, 2006 5:43 pm
Mark Enetred the bar and headed towards a barstool next to Kite "Give me the usual" Mark said to the bartender "Sure thing" The bartender said as he went to get Mark's drink.
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Posted: Fri Apr 21, 2006 6:39 pm
Kite hopped off the barstool and walked a slow pace toward the door. He had recently downloaded the specs for his mission and he felt like there wasn't anymore time to waste. Kite's nano computer brought up a screen with a picture of the target and his current whereabouts. The info that scrolled down next to the picture didn't give a reason for the killing of this man, but he didn't care. Creds are creds, and this job would pay a great deal of them just for killing this fool. The info also told him that he was too cocksure for his own good. Kite walked through the threshhold of the club and turned down the street, toward his target. "The more arrogant, the easier the target." Kite whispered to himself as he continued his walking and data collection.
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Posted: Mon Apr 24, 2006 6:20 am
After finishing his drink Marx paid the bartender and left the club " Not much I could do here." he said to himself quietly " Atleast bounty wise, I should check for some bounties somewhere else.".
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Posted: Mon Apr 24, 2006 8:06 pm
A dark figure remained still, leaning up against a pile of twisted metal. His eyes glowed green. Strung to his back was a large sword, and a large rifle. His hand was resting on a desert eagle. His gaze didn't shift from the bar. He pressed his finger against a headset he was wearing. "This is Antichrist, I've reached the target." His eyes shot toward a a couple of men who were clearly cyborg. He glared. Gripping the handle of his desert eagle more tight. His arm began twitch. "Stay focused. It's only two of them." He followed the two with his eyes as they walked away from the club.
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Posted: Thu May 11, 2006 5:00 pm
As gearbox entered the bar he smelled something with keen familiarity. "Irish cream" he muttered under his breath as he walked up to the bartender.
The bartender looks at and gearbox "You say somethin'?"
"Yeah, gimme an Irish cream, I don't give a frag about a clean glass"
"Irish cream? That's an old fasioned choice, are you one one of those anti-cyberization guys?" Asked the bartender jokingly
Gearbox slammed his cybernetic left arm on the bar and screamed at the tender "What did you just say you fragging gonk!? Just get me my fragging drink!!!"
The bartender flinched and covered his ears from gearbox's loud screaming as he sputtered "All right already, drek your loud..." he then got gearboxes drink.
"That's better" muttered gearbox before he gulped down his liquor.
"What's your name anyway?"
"Ruin, but call me Gearbox. Hey lemme show you something..." He pointed to his eye "Look real close"
The bartender leaned in to look at ruin's eye but then ruin bashed his head against his own, knocking the bartender unconcious. Gearbox ran out of the bar grinning.
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Posted: Sun May 14, 2006 1:58 pm
I thought "now what the hell should I do now? Well, I can't go back in there after what I just did..."
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Posted: Fri Jun 23, 2006 2:25 pm
"I wonder where I can make some good creds around here? let's see here..."
*Ruin checks his credchip*
"1500 creds left...not much"
*ruin wandered off again looking for some cash to be made*
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Posted: Sun Jun 25, 2006 10:34 am
*Somewhere along the way ruin sees a small alley betwwen two buildings*
"that place is just asking for a cruel trap..." ruin muttered under his breath as he heavily walked to the back corner of the ally.
"Gangs usually meet in places like this. Gangs steal money." he thought as a snake-like grin crept onto his face.
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Posted: Sun Jun 25, 2006 10:45 am
And as Ruin had suspected, a gang of five ravers ran in to avoid detection. One of the ravers, (supposedly the leader of the pack) pulled out a small neon green bag.
"There's the prize" ruin wispered as he loaded a round into his railgun.
One of the ravers seemed to heard him because he looked over. but right on the very exact precice instant of time that ruin and the raver made eye contact, ruin fired and hit the target right between the eyes, splattering blood all over.
The rest of the gang ran as ravers do.
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Posted: Sun Jun 25, 2006 10:57 am
"There goes my cash...if they had any..."
Ruin searched his kill for valuables. He found that this was no ordinary white-haired scum off the streets. He was loaded with cyberware.
"Oh my-- I guess I got lucky after all!"
Ruin started beaming with a manic grin as he violently tore of the raver's chromed arms, crushed the skull and ripped out the eye implant.
He set the spare parts aside and started stomping the raver's carcass into pieces as if it were a religious matter. (Really he just despises all ravers)
Ruin picked up the cybernetics and dashed off hoping to find a safe place to keep the parts.
He was smart enough to not trust the area with valubles, so he disassembled the parts where he stood. He knew that they were worthless to others after he scrapped them for parts. He then took the parts and looked behind a run down bar and saw a large poser gang.
"dang there's wayy to many of them to just shoot them down now..."
Ruin ran away with the parts to find someone to hold them while he got some more guns.
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Posted: Tue Oct 24, 2006 7:15 pm
~Leadstorm heads out the gun shop door into the streets, looking for anyone who might be able to tell him where he can find a gunsmith... his grey knee-length duster trailing behind him, revealing the 8Ga shotgun swinging from its strap over his left shoulder. He puts his sunglasses on as he walks down the decrepit sidewalk and looks for someone to ask for directions or, more likely, threaten a little info out of~
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