(Setting) Collective Source Memory Bank, Glitz District Underground
Post number #382018, ID: deaafb
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>Glaring night skyrises that pierce the clouds and attest to the corporate megadomination of Glitch City mark the Glitz District. Egotism, opulence, apathy. These are all Glitz trademarks that anybody who knows their drek knows are commonplace here. >However, something is stirring beneath the surface of the utopolis...
>Patiently, but in fear, a Collective Source secretary waits at the front desk of the Collective Source skyrise, holding the key to the sprawling underground...
Post number #382020, ID: deaafb
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>A friend of Hailie Steinbeckem, another Collective Source employee, she's heard about the coming attack, and has been told to allow anybody who seems to be trustworthy and willing to help stop the radical cultists known as the Saviors of Thoth down into the Memory Bank, a vast subterranian underground vault that stores the consciousnesses of thousands, if not millions of Lilims, backed up and ready to be put into a new frame, rebirthing a new Lilim into existence.
Post number #382021, ID: deaafb
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>The Saviors of Thoth approach quickly. Their plan of attack unknown, their patterns unpredictable. The hope that some stray vigilante heroes-to-be would be on their way to help is only partially comforting, as allowing strangers into a top-secret area such as this leaves a bad taste in the Secretary's mouth. However, she can't just let thousands of Lilims be killed, if not for the tragedy of it, but that mass destruction of company assets on that scale would be devastating to all.
Post number #382034, ID: 44b589
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(curious bump)
Post number #382039, ID: 11ee9b
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>A lone man with a sniper rifle stands uptop a building, a cigarette hanging from his mouth >A small radio next to him plays Piano man, and he mumbles along >"Son,can you play me a memory, I dont quite know how it goes..." >The man chuckles "How fitting, Bill" >He slings his rifle
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Post number #382255, ID: f8f16e
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>On the street below, a young man in coveralls slows down his bike to look up at the apparent roof sniper "Please don't be for me..."
Post number #383013, ID: 67e003
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(Still curious but slightly disappointed bump)
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(GM here, I'm sorry this is taking so long, I've had a hard few days at work the past couple of days. I will be adding more to this tomorrow, I promise :P -Pirat3)
Post number #383721, ID: 03752f
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>A small army of children in tactical gear march towards the entrance. There leader is a blond twelve year old girl in pigtails with a lolipop in her mouth.
Post number #383787, ID: 8ce714
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>The sounds of GCPD sirens wailed as levicars and landcars began to barrel down the streets towards the Collective Source skyrise. They began to park around the building, and they started to barricade the streets to make sure nobody entered the scene. Cops left their cars and walked to the front doors, guarding them as they did so. Anybody in plain sight now had cops on their way to them. >A loudspeaker started feedback, before an officer started speaking:
Post number #383788, ID: 8ce714
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"THIS IS NOW AN ACTIVE INVESTIGATION AND AN ATTEMPT TO THWART A PLANNED TERRORIST ATTACK. ANY CIVILIANS OR VIGILANTES ATTEMPTING TO HELP ARE ORDERED TO LEAVE THE SCENE, NOW!" >A man began to speak from one of the cars. All of the cops had assault weaponry at the ready, prepared to engage in a firefight. The area was seemingly, now, covered by the police.
Post number #383791, ID: 8ce714
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>>382039 >The cops did not look up to notice the sniper...yet. >>382255 >Two cops, a male and female Cat Boomer began to approach the man on the bike. "All civilians are ordered to evacuate the premesis, immediately! Please leave the scene!" >>383721 >Four armed cops, an augged human female, two augged human males and a male hybrid, began to blockade the army of children. "Kids, where are your parents? The streets of Glitz aren't safe for children at night."
Post number #383872, ID: 44b589
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>A hatch leading to the sewers between a few policemen suddenly popped open and, with a burst of dark smoke, a young man slowly climbed his way up on the street and started scanning his surroundings . Having noticed where he'd ended up, he threw his hands up in surrender. "Woah, I don't want any trouble, officers, what's happening?"
Post number #383873, ID: cbfbd4
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>>383872>He's visibly unarmed.
Post number #383874, ID: 34dc79
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>>383791 "I believe it is considered impolite to ask a group of orphans where their parents are... isn't it?" >The blond tilts her head in confusion, her voice monotone and her face expressionless "I can assure you that we are quite capable of handling ourselves. However I will not tollerate you blockading us nor demeaning us when your all probrbaly much younger than I am."
Post number #384308, ID: 11ee9b
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>Ludendorf sighs at the police's arrival, going for the rooftops "Lets get inside without the dogs sniffin' me out, after which I can figure out what I should do"
Post number #384319, ID: cd022f
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>chopper sounds echo nearby as Jinterprise security has made its way nearby. Flashes of light from some of the helicopters can be seen before side doors open with Jinterprise snipers
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Post number #385521, ID: 02b83b
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Please, close this thread Stormy!
-Pirat3
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| >Glaring night skyrises that pierce the clouds and attest to the corporate megadomination of Glitch City mark the Glitz District. Egotism, opulence, apathy. These are all Glitz trademarks that anybody who knows their drek knows are commonplace here.
>However, something is stirring beneath the surface of the utopolis...
>Patiently, but in fear, a Collective Source secretary waits at the front desk of the Collective Source skyrise, holding the key to the sprawling underground...