LordOfTheNight

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Sorry for the short post! But I didn't want to do anything prior to 78's and the Fisherman's reaction, as well as trying to see if they'd come with Óscar!

@MegaOscarPwn

It's all good! Just so long as you put in effort in your post. I'd rather have one paragraph of effort than one sentence of not giving a shit

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B l a c k t h o r n e

"We stop checking for the monsters under our bed...."

Former City of Glasgow
- Scotland Penal Colony -
April 20th, 2041

Marcus watch as the Killbot came through the line. He stood just at the edge of the ring that surrounded as he threatened one of the people in the line. Marcus recognized the but not the fisherman. Looking at the fisherman however, Marcus could sense Eldritch energy off of it. This thing was certainly not human but merely adopting the form of a human. Interesting. Very interesting indeed. Marcus would have perhaps been more interested had the alarms not gone off and the ration dispensery gone into lockdown.

Marcus was definitely not amused now. He became even less amused as the mutes came, guns and hand and accompanied by a chicken walker. Many civilians began to get down, some even running away. Marcus however was not keen on doing such a thing. He did not tolerate the death squads that came into his territory, he did not deal with pathetic police forces. A mute stepped closer and pushed Marcus's chest with his weapon.

"I said get down!" the mute ordered. Marcus glared at him.

"No" he said. As the mute was about to speak again, spoke first in a different voice. A voice that sounded distorted, as though another more powerful voice was speaking underneath it. "Mutes step back" he ordered. Every mute within earshot went rigid. All at once, they took one step backwards standing straight. What the mutes didn't realize, was they were messing with the infamous Devil of Dennistoun. Many civilians often told stories about how death squads went into Dennistoun but always appeared to kill themselves and each other rather than anyone else.

"Drop your weapons and break your own necks" he commanded. Once more, as though they had rehearsed it together, the mutes dropped their weapons at the same time and proceeded to snap their own necks in unison. They fell down dead at everyone's feet. All that remained was the chicken walker and it appeared more confused then hostile now.

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@MegaOscarPwn

@Utrax

@Parzivol

"....when we discover they live in our own heads"

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Small post I know but more to keep things moving along than be big and pretty. Would everyone like me to add a hider tab that has the Outsiders forces?

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As Guardian 47 created a scene, the ration dispensary doors closed and locked. In response, several patrols of mutes began closing in on the area. "Mutes" was the derogatory term for the Outsiders' police force. Humans altered with alien DNA. Mutes are armed with automatic plasma rifles. Though dangerous, they pose less of a threat than the Outsiders' primary military force. The mutes were accompanied by an autonomous chicken walker.

"Everyone down now!" said one, aiming his weapon. The regular civilians began to lower immediately. Only those brave enough, crazy enough, or even strong enough would stay standing...

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Of course my browser would take a shit on me and lose my post. Argh!

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@LordOfTheNight

There is a pic it just not working ugh

There's a link to the pic but I don't own a comp and do all this on my phone, if need be I will keep trying just lmk

@Cerces22

That's much better. Go ahead and post in CS

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@DocTachyon

@Cerces22

@Parzivol

I would go with the time traveller personally

Need to add an image and clean up your CS first

I like it. Accepted. Post in CS

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So, we're in the island of Scotland, but it is surrounded by tall as fuck walls? And, we're all currently in line for getting ze food out of one of the outposts in the island?

@MegaOscarPwn

That's right

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Everyone, please feel free to begin posting!

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B l a c k t h o r n e

"We stop checking for the monsters under our bed...."

Former City of Glasgow
- Scotland Penal Colony -
April 20th, 2041

The sky was grey as concrete as the rain came down on the massive prison colony. Shortly after the Earth had surrendered, massive columns fell from the sky and landed in the waters surrounding Scotland, forming a massive wall that trapped all inside. After that, massive towers landed in the middle of Scotland's major cities. Within weeks, they began rounding up the 'undesirables' and leaving them there. Every few months, death squads entered the country and performed a culling to make room for more. Rumors continue to persist that the squads occasionally take people alive. Why is unknown. All that is known is that these people are never seen again.

Glasgow was still a functioning city for all intents and purposes. Minus a stable government that was along with the lack of proper power. It was one of the most populated areas on the penal colony. What were once boroughs became territories for some of the more ruthless and most powerful. All except Gorbals, home to the Spire and the one place to get your rations on a weekly basis.

Marcus stood in line among the rest of the crowd. He grit his teeth and scratched his head as the voices whispered. The new moon was coming again and the monster that dwelled in him was becoming restless, hungry. Especially in the presence of all this fresh meat. Marcus's mouth, or rather Sirsir's mouth watered at the scent.

'AlL tHiS fReSh MeAt....AlL tHiS cAtTlE....wE mUsT fEeD....fEeD uS....'

Marcus squeezed his eyes shut and forced the whispers to the back of his mind. They had an agreement. No sacrifices till the New Moon. Nothing sooner, nothing later. The monster was impossible to control, even in it's weakened state. It wanted him weak, gone, erased. Even so, Marcus had demonstrated exceptional will. Stronger will than any host before him. It only made the creature wish him gone more. Like a parasite though, it needed him. For now at least...

"Move forward!" called a voice over loud speakers. The line shuffled forward slowly as person after person collected their weeks rations. Dehydrated food supplies, fresh water, the works. The labor camps would give extra rations to those willing to work but the work often was dangerous and could end in death. Courtesy of your new alien overlords! Marcus still couldn't believe that Earth's so called "heroes" had been powerless to stop this. They died in a last stand that had been called the Seven Day War. In the end, it ended with perhaps Earth's mightiest hero having his skull crushed. Pathetic...

"....when we discover they live in our own heads"