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Posted: Fri Dec 02, 2011 9:00 pm
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Posted: Fri Dec 02, 2011 9:01 pm
I don't mess around with rules much.
Don't do anything stupid.
I don't set a word limit. Quality matters.
Have fun.
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Posted: Fri Dec 02, 2011 9:02 pm
New Rosenburg Tourist Pamphlet.
Are you looking for a vacation that is exciting? How about something where you can witness the very foundation of the country at work? Welcome to New Rosenburg! A bustling city with more sights, sounds, tastes and adventures than you could experience in an entire lifetime. View the astounding skyscrapers where good men and women work night and day keeping the world running. The highest population and highest grossing city that all the others in this golden age. See wonderful works of art, from paint galleries to full blown musical extravaganzas. Experience the multicultural diversity of the Lotus Quarter. Become astounded by the architectural masterpieces that sprawl across Downtown, and while you are there visit the headquarters of the L.M.S. Corporation. Take a slice of the high life when you visit Konig Island, you may even have the chance of meeting a celebrity there!
Yes, come on down to New Rosenburg, There is nothing greater than this big silver staple of this wonderful country.
Sadly, ladies and gentlemen. This tale is not bright and shining. It is not the golden glory of success and happy thoughts. Quite the opposite. Despite what the propaganda would have you believe, the world was not quite so colorful. The world itself was gray. The streets of New Rosenburg were riddled with pickpockets and thugs. The “Multicultural” Lotus quarter was a cesspool of prostitution and drugs. Everyone was corrupted to some degree, serving some organization or the other. No matter how high you were in social standing, no matter how much money you had, there was always cold hard deceit and betrayal. Your business partners would serve you your own heart on a golden platter if they got the chance, then steal the golden platter back after you finally gave up.
Now, this was to be expected of any metropolis. But there was something about New Rosenburg that made it even worse. Do not be mistaken that there was no such thing as goodness in all of the city's countless citizens. There were those who fought valiantly for good, and in the end succeeded a lot more than was believed possible. But the odds that stacked up against them were numerous, some even otherworldly. It came to pass that what occurred in the big N.R. Was not easy to explain at all. But those who lived through the ordeal were adamant about their stories. However insane they sounded. It seemed things got pretty bad for a while, like the great depression was a cakewalk in comparison. But somehow the people made it out alright.
This story is about the people that finally said no. The men and women who stood against the corruption, against the evils of this world, and by some accounts even the evils of the next world. Good people, though, not all of them started out being good, many actually being quite the opposite. But after all the trials, they began to change face, as if a veil was removed from before their eyes, and they realized how important it was to stand for good. This is a tale of businessmen, detectives, reporters, blue collar folk and all walks of life. The prowess of the people in the strange history of New Rosenburg may surprise you, may even call them ‘superhuman’. Come in, and be amazed, at the savagery, the primordial horror, as the entire world seems to be pitched into the abyss, and watch as man, not only tries to simply survive, but defend the very purpose of life.
Welcome to New Rosenburg, the last story you will ever need to hear.
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Posted: Fri Dec 02, 2011 9:03 pm
Okay, first. This is a Pulp Tale. For those of you unfamiliar with pulp stories, here is a quick explanation. In the early 20th century, there were cheap literary magazines that printed short stories that grew quite popular. These tales were larger than life, and featured heroic characters. These characters were the precursors to the superhero craze that was to follow. The pulp genre is wide from detective noir, to sword and sorcery like Conan the Barbarian, to shocking and utter horror like the Cthulhu mythos of H.P. Lovecraft. Though no experience with said literature is required to join, understand from the viewpoint of a fan, that these stories were masterfully written, leapt off the page with nonstop action and suspense. They were dark, gritty, and intense. Do not join thinking to make something happy. These were written before there was any notion of political correctness. There was blood, violence, anything the mind could conjure from it’s darkest depths.
I do recommend you do a little research on the pulp style in order to get a good feel for it.
The City.
The city is modeled after New York, if you could not guess. Sadly, I personally have never been to new york, and therefore do not want to even attempt to describe it. So, New Rosenburg is a smorgasbord of ideas on what a big city should be. Everything about it is made up, but still, we need to try and get the city feel. Traffic, smog, crowds. The like.
New Rosenburg(subject to change)
Nickname: Immortalitas Et Aeternitas Civitate
Population: Approximately 8 Million
Districts:
Downtown- This is the business district. Quite straightforward, this is where there are all the shops, and all the skyscrapers where businesses are run. It is a nice district, and is a very touristy place.
Konig Island- This is where the rich people live. Very very rich people.
Birchland- This is the middleclass place.
Lotus Quarter- This is the most dangerous part of town. People from all around the world live here, and most that do are poor, and are not afraid to commit crimes to get ahead.
This story takes place in a world much like the time in the united states in the 30s,40,s and maybe even the 50s. Not directly, and sometimes there is technology that does not belong in that time. But the general rule is to live in those times. Some people are discriminated against and in general the world is different than it is today. If you are of higher class, it is not unsual to drink on the job. Pretty much everyone smokes, and are even allowed to smoke inside hospitals. Money is a worth a lot more. The minimum wage law first started in the 1930s and it started at only 25 cents if that puts it in perspective. So, check out some information on this.
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Posted: Fri Dec 02, 2011 9:04 pm
 ---Something is affecting reality. Though it is hardly noticeable in the beginning, though will feel more so later on. There will be disorientation, the city will shift with no notice, suddenly even in areas you have known your entire life you will get lost. Things will seem farther away, or closer than they used to. Street signs that were not there before will start appearing. Things will be mixing up, through time and space strange things will be happening. Areas of the city will change into jungle, filled with savage beasts and cannibal tribes, then they will suddenly change back. People that are weak willed will change into entirely different people. Hills will grow and raise the city up high, other areas will lower. There will be strange beasts that seem to come out of nowhere.
---Someone has been robbing banks. And it is not the normal people. The crime syndicates own their own banks, and do not make the mistake of robbing themselves. Now, money has been disappearing undetected from these banks, as well as other random ones around the city. Who is so successfully committing these crimes is still unknown, but there is much money to be made for whoever solves it.
---An antiques dealer has been murdered. For apparently no reason. The police have decided that it was just a random crime, but the man’s family are not satisfied with that verdict. It seems that a shipment that was to arrive at the shop either never came, or was stolen as soon as it arrived. The dealer was horribly mutilated, and it is widely felt that justice needs to be dealt.
---Another murder has taken place, but this one is highly under wraps. Victor Mcgross, who was a council member of the L.M.S. Organization was found murdered after disappearing for some time. Some people suspect that it was internal affairs with the business, that someone ended Victor’s life with the idea of gaining power. The law wont go near it, as they have been bribed to stay away.
---There is a war going on. A war that is encompassing the entire world. As it currently stands, our country is only mildly involved, but in the near future, something may occur that sends us all head on into war!
More to come…..
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Hermit Omega Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Dec 02, 2011 9:05 pm
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Posted: Fri Dec 02, 2011 9:06 pm
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Hermit Omega Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Dec 02, 2011 9:08 pm
Horace ‘Ace’ Ramses took another sip of his scotch, the burn rolled lazily down his throat as he swallowed leaving behind but memories of a complex flavor. It was good, expensive and he had been waiting to try it for a long time. He always needed something good to drink before he dealt with political matters. A warm calming of nerves. He was not a nervous man by nature, quite the opposite. He accepted things as they came and usually dealt even with the most dire situations with grace. Nevertheless anything to assist the situation he would be sure to exploit. This was a minor affair, he wasn’t even sure if it really was something worthy of his direct attention. He did like to deal with people directly, but he also knew that people gave a certain level of respect to men that were hard to get next to. He was definitely a hard man to get next to. He ran his tongue along his teeth. His guest would be entering his office momentarily.
The walls were lined with bookshelves of dark lacquered wood. Extensive information from everything of law, to physics, to philosophy, to fiction. Ace always thought the best way to get a point across was through stories. When you could relate to the characters, see their plight, then of course better see the moral. The lesson would be easily learned. Though, if the lesson was not learned through speech, Ace did not frown upon using a blade to get the point across. All in all he had come to the understanding that the world was savage, survival of the fittest were the wisest words he had ever heard uttered by man. So long as he was always a step ahead of his opposition, he would continue living in luxury. He had risen far above his lot in life. Even though one day he knew he would fall, that eventually the alpha male grows too old and the young beat him into submission, he knew that his life would be worth it. He would be remembered by those he encountered. He was already satisfied with all that he had accomplished. He took another sip of scotch when the sound of footsteps filled his ears. He reached to the cigar box sitting on his desk and opened it as the door opened.
Through the door came a sniveling bundle of cowardice named Robbie the Twitch. The man was older than Ace in years, but eons behind in intellect. He earned his nickname Twitch from some nervous tick that was believed to have developed from his epilepsy. He was constantly fidgeting with things and tended to stutter uncontrollably. The man spilled into the room, his wide-set mismatched eyes glancing around furtively until they finally fell upon Ace himself. There was a moment of recognition and fear but the man was lacking in any sort of logic and the ordered emotion was quickly swept up in his mania. The man was shoddily clad and dirty. He had been in hiding for quite a while and it had taken Ace’s boys well over a week to find him. If he was feeling any fear it was covered by his hands that were constantly wandering over his body, as if trying to sweep off bugs that were not there. Though Ace did not doubt the man had fleas. The man kept looking around the room, not wanting to actually look at Ace.
“W-what do you want boss?” He managed to sputter out through chattering teeth.
“Would you fancy a cigar?” Asked Ace, his deep voice slow, measured, and monotone. Ace himself was not a fan of smoking, he felt that having something in his mouth while talking took away from what was being said. So he avoided the urge. The man before him looked at the cigar box for a moment, Ace could practically see the cogs turning in his broken mind. Then the Twitch shook his head.
“Then where is it Robbie?” Asked Ace.
Robbie knew better than to waste the Boss’s time. It took him a second to register the unexpected question before he reached into his torn tweed jacket and pulled out the package, then set it down on the desk. Ace waited for the man to take a step back before picking up the bag. He glared at the man before him then opened the bag eyeing the offwhite powder. He looked back up at the man as he closed the bag back up then took another drink. He merely stared at the man as he twitched. The poor disheveled b*****d was completely out of his mind. Ace wouldn’t be surprised if the next time he had a seizure he died. But that was not the matter at hand.
“It is light Robbie. Have you been using this?” Asked Ace.
The man’s eyes widened and rolled around in their sockets like a spooked horse. He bit his lips, turning them white before he nodded wildly.
“You have been using your own product?” Asked Ace.
The man winced and nodded again.
“You have been using the product, that I supplied you with, that I expressly told you not to use. You have used my product without paying. Do you realize that that is stealing from me Robbie?” Asked Ace.
The Twitch’s mouth dropped open revealing cavity ridden teeth, black and jagged. His mind raced to try to think of something to say. His hands shot to his head and his fingers ran through his oily mane of golden locks. Then finally the words vomited forward like a case of bad fish.
“You don’t understand boss. You have never done the stuff. You don’t know what it’s like to get the hunger. You don’t understand the feeling when it enters your veins. Ice cold then everything’s good. Even for me, I get to forget all the bad stuff for a while. But when you do it enough you can’t stop there is that gnawing feeling at the back of you. That feeling that you just need one more, then you can be done, because you know it’s not good for you. But it just feels so right. You cannot possibly imagine the pain. You have never done it. It’s not my fault I am so weak. I’m sorry boss, I tried to do my best, but I couldn’t do it. Please please please forgive me!”
Ace rose from his seat, placing his glass onto the coaster then walked around the desk. Robbie shied away, but then looked up to the taller man. There was a flurry of fluid movements and suddenly there was a long thin blade in Ace’s hand. Robbie tried to scream when Ace’s powerful hand snaked forward and clenched his mouth shut. Contrary to Robbie’s expectations he then found his boss putting the switchblade into his hand. He then stepped back. Robbie’s wild eyes rolled down to his hand and his face suddenly became fearful as he saw the weapon he was holding. He looked up to the boss questioningly.
“You took my product, and mixed it with your blood Robbie. I know you don’t have the money to pay for the amount you used, so I want it back.”
Robbie gasped when he watched Ace make the motion of drawing his finger across his wrist. The addict man stuttered and spit for a good twenty seconds then gulped down a mouthful of saliva. His teeth chattered as he glanced back at the knife again. Ace could see he was fighting the urge to cry.
“You can’t possibly mean that boss.” said Robbie.
With an arching swing Ace’s fist met the man’s cheek. Robbie sprawled onto the floor, blood streaming from a freshly evacuated tooth socket and down his face. He was about to shout at the Boss until he looked at the man’s cold stare. There was nothing there. No emotion. For the first time in years Robbie felt his body stop moving entirely, this would be a feeling of accomplishment if he wasn’t scared enough that he thought he might piss himself.
“Don’t ever assume that I will joke with you. You scream and cry and beg for forgiveness. You are a worm Robbie. It is your fault. Everything that has ever gone wrong in your life is your fault. You made the bad decisions. I came up from nothing, fighting all odds against me, and you tell me that you can’t stay the ******** away from a needle despite how much wealth was guaranteed to you? I am not playing a game with you, b*****d. You will give me back what is mine. Do not make me take it from you.”
He pointed to the carpet on the floor. It was then that the Twitch noticed that it was not the fine Venetian Rug that usually lay there. Ace smiled and nodded.
“I put this there to soak up the mess. There is plastic sown on the bottom, so you don’t have to worry about messing up my office” Said Ace.
Robbie shook his head. “You don’t get it sir! You try the stuff! Give yourself week on it and you will understand!”
Ace frowned. “Prove that I am not weak like you? Fine. I will do what you cannot.”
Ace was a man that didn’t back down to a challenge against him. He was growing more and more positive that Robbie would not be around to witness his defeat, but it was more of a personal battle. Ace had always steered clear of drugs. Not so much out of morals, but more because he had no reason to do them. He always had seen them as a poison to make life more bearable. He didn’t need his life to be more bearable. His life was enjoyable. Now, it was a challenge, an experience. He made his way over to the desk and opened a drawer, inside was a spoon, a lighter, a blotter of acid, a blotter of water, and a syringe. He had predicted that it would come to this, though would have rather preferred it didn’t. The choice was to either prepare ahead or end up having to borrow Robbie’s dirty tools. So Ace decided it would be in his best interest to get his own equipment.
He removed the tools, put some of the heroin from the bag onto the spoon, added the acid to assist in the breaking down of the chemical, then added the water. He lit a flame beneath the spoon and watched as the different ingredients become one. He draws the liquid into the needle and pushes the air out of it. He glances at the bloody sniveling man on the floor as he waited for the liquid to cool, not wanting to boil his veins. He motioned for Robbie to take off his belt, and the man obliged, then tossed it to Ace. Ace took off his jacket and hung it on the coat rack in the corner. Then unbuttoned his shirt, taking it off revealing his body, which was corded with heavy muscles. He wrapped the belt around his arm and tightened it. He grabbed the needle which was now cool enough and found his vein, he slid the needle in and drew up some blood, then undid the belt around his arm. The junkie didn’t lie when he said it was ice. The temperature difference between the drug and his blood was enough to make it hurt. He opened and closed his hand to help regulate the blood flow after he emptied the syringe into himself. He turned to the man still lying on the floor, then raised his arms up and shrugged.
“We will see if I am at your level Robbie. But this doesn’t negate what you have done. I could be hungry, but if I cannibalize a man’s daughter I am sure he will still want me put In jail, or just take me out back and shoot me. I am not asking you to kill yourself. I am asking you to bleed for your crimes.”
The addict rose and wiped a sleeve across his face, then realized all the blood that was covering his face and gasped. He waved his hands wildly in the air and pointed to the blood on his sleeve with the switchblade.
“I am bleeding! You already are getting your payment!” shouted Robbie in a hoarse voice.
Ace shook his head and chuckled. “I took that from you, you have to pay me. You have to pay with your flesh Robbie. Cut yourself.”
In an unexpected rush the addict charged his boss. The man tried to put the switchblade in between Ace’s ribs, but Ace was faster, he was adept at combat, and his hand grabbed the smaller man’s wrist and twisted. With a shriek Robbie let go of the knife and Ace backhanded him across his already wounded cheek. Ace took his bowie knife out with his free hand and drove it towards the man. Robbie tried to block it, but his hand merely got in the way of the blade. The sharp steel slid through flesh and bone, and pinned Robbie’s hand to his midsection, then Ace drug the blade downward , cutting off two of Robbie’s fingers and running the blade along his pelvic bone. The shriek that tore out of the man’s mouth was deafening. His hand swept backwards in an arc flinging blood all across Ace’s bookshelves. This of course infuriated Ace, as he was doing his best not to stain his possessions with junkie blood. In a furious movement he punched the gaping gash in Robbie’s stomach and his fist went inside, he grabbed the first fleshy sack he felt and tore it out. The shock of what was happening sent Robbie into a seizure and his legs gave out as he fell to the ground convulsing wildly, blood and spit foaming out of his mouth. Ace started bashing his face in with already bloody fists until the flesh on the man’s face was loose on the man’s skull and he finally died.
Ace stood up breathing heavily. He looked around the room, cursing under his breath, hoping that nothing was going to be unclean able. Luckily most of his books were leather-bound and dark, and blood could easily be mistaken for any other kind of stain. The ones that were not though, he would have to replace. He spat on the corpse and wiped his hands off on the carpet, which didn’t work as well as he had planned. So he went over to the door and turned the knob with the less bloody of his two hands. He looked to his man standing at the end of the hallway.
“Get the cleaning supplies, there is a mess that needs to be taken care of.” he said. Then man seeing the blood on his hands immediately ran off to find the cleaning stuff.
It was then that Ace noticed the euphoria. He looked around the room again, and realized that everything seemed ethereal. He felt a grin grow on his face as he thought of the triviality of what just occurred. Nobody but him would know exactly what happened in that room just now. His head felt like it was floating, he was above the world. He barely even noticed as his men rushed in and started cleaning and asking him if he was okay. He felt his mind wandering to distant places, and all he had was the desire to lie down. He couldn’t do that though, so after his men finished cleaning, and he cleaned himself and redressed, he settled for his chair and his scotch. But he quickly became all to aware of the glass itself and it’s transparency, and for some reason he couldn’t take his eyes off it. The vision of it’s clarity sent him into a contemplative, and almost meditative state. He had meditated before when he was a member of the Jade Dragon, but it had been a long time. Now the utter out of body feeling he was experiencing was overwhelming. He didn’t even know what he was thinking about, eventually he was sure that he was really just wondering about what thought was in itself, then his mind was just going through the motions of thought, but in reality thought of nothing. He mustered the ability to take another drink, the taste was extreme, and the burn was less burn, more pleasure. His whole body was tingling with good feelings. He leaned back in the chair and considered where exactly to go from here.
Today, he had to go meet with some of his business partners. People who ran the banks that he owned. It seemed that someone was managing to take his money, completely undetected, at random hours of the day. Stuff will be there one minute, and the suddenly disappear. There are no guns involved, there is not hold ups. It is simply the money disappearing. As far as he could tell, this means that one of the employees was managing to smuggle it out. He was going to have to set up greater security, though he had already though that his security level was good. He was now in a pleasant mood though, and his outlook was bright, he was happy that nobody but the man who made the mistake of crossing him would have to die. Ace threw on his overcoat and hat and left his office. Every step feeling like being pushed by the wind. Sweeping along for what was to come. Nobody noticed that their Boss was high. Not that they would care even if he was. Most of them had their tastes in drugs as well. He made his way down the stairs, his building was a rather large one. Inhabited by his men. He allowed absolutely no illegal items there. Nothing that the feds could use against him if they somehow managed to get a warrant to enter. Though it was unlikely they could anyway, Horace Ramses was a cautious man. His gaze kept wandering to the artwork he kept pinned up on the walls. Most of it he thought was quite plain, not even stuff he personally picked, but today he seemed to focus on more details, and everything about them just seemed wonderful. The junkie was right, the drug did make everything better. But Ace knew better than to think like that. He would not loose this challenge, he would use the stuff leisurely for a while, then quit. He would be successful in it. No matter how good it seemed to be. It didn’t want to end up like dead Robbie, who was currently rolled up in a rug and being delivered to one of several disposal sites.
Ace left the building and looked up and down the street, everything was completely normal. More people than he could count wandering around, children playing. This was his city, the sights, the smells, it was a dirty violent jungle of a place, but it was his dirty violent jungle and that was all that mattered. He descended the steps as his car came around the corner up the block. It stopped and he walked to it and opened the door, climbed inside. The vehicle itself was a finely built Cadillac, with modifications to make it sturdier, and bulletproof. With all the times he had killed men by walking up to them when they were climbing into their car and shooting them in the face through the window, Ace didn’t want to take any chances. He told the driver to take him to the Heismann’s Bank over in Birchland. It was time to do business. The car drove off down the street, taking Mr. Ramses with it, feeling on top of the world.
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