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Fury Road: Highway to Hades

What about,

Once more into the fray
Into the last fight I'll ever know
Live and die on this day
Live and die on this day

It's a poem I really like from a movie called The Grey, and I think it fits really well, since every day could be the last

Could be shortened to the first Line as a war cry, full thing as a more reverential recitation

Fury Road: Highway to Hades

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heres an example

tbh i dont know if i have time for this, but ill stick around and see

Fury Road: Highway to Hades

i love madmax tho

edit: i actually make a lot of music that would kind of fit in mad max world

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@ClocktowerEchos

I'm going to be dropping, sorry.

You guys seem to be on the right track though, so have fun. :)

@Raddum

What why

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what about mad den and maid den

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I wanted to write an introduction that was attempting to be polite but failed due to lack of practice

Beyond the Storms

boip

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More pain in his arm. Crow hissed under his breath as he trudged along. Birdshit, it stung. Not terribly, of course, and it never lasted very long, but the infernal burning in his arm never got any easier to bear. It was a constant reminder of his blunder, of his fall. A reminder of how he couldn't return home. More ice on the wings, so to speak. Not only was he stuck on the ground, he was to be consistently reminded of his blunder.

The ground had been agony, at first. Topdwellers were not meant to walk the aisles as long as Crow had. The first week on the ground, Crow had become progressively more sickly. The second week, he had tossed and turned, writhed and scream. He'd wet himself constantly, and food hardly stayed down for more than a minute before it came right back up. No Topdweller could explain the groundsickness, as they called it, but no one enjoyed it, least of all Crowley.

It had taken him several more weeks afterwards to recover from the sickness, and longer still to heal his arm enough to move it. By the time he had become strong enough to climb, months had passed, as near as anyone could tell. Crowley hadn't bothered speaking to any of the Shelffolk, and after a time, the Shelffolk had given up speaking to him. They tended his arm, fed him, and gave him a new set of clothes.

But they were blinded by the metal beneath their feet. Crow had heard the stories of the Grounded. He'd seen the petty squabbles of the 'TronBoyz and the Mercuries, the bloodshed of the Cinema armies who clashed over the most foolish of idols. False gods. No, Crowley had been trained by Feathered Serpent in the techniques of his ancestors, from leaping and running to fighting the dire beasts which lurked above. Anything below the rafters was pitiful and meek by comparison to the fierce Bluebird hordes, or the devastating giant owls which struck from the shadows without a sound.

The Shelffolk had not required his thanks, for they did what any Topdweller would have done silently, and without prompting. He owed them a life debt, of course, but owing a life debt didn't mean he had to speak to them.

He'd wandered thus for some time, using his knife and stealth to survive. Lifting supplies from the Departments around him was suicidal, he knew. Then again, only two things would save him from eternal disgrace, and one of them was death. The other...the other required more manpower than he alone could offer. That was how Crowley had ended up at the Bargain Bin department. Adventurers and treasure hunters were what he needed, preferably ones which would work for free. He could offer little for anyone's services.

Luckily for him, he found almost immediately what he was looking for. A poster at one of the Bargain Bin taverns. Risky to go in there, but Crow was no stranger to risk. "Where is the owner of this poster?" He asked the man behind the counter inside. He was quickly ushered to the corner, where a trio of strangers sat together. Nothing impressed him, but free was free. "Hello. I am Crowley," he said on approaching, knowing that they would look at his ever-so-slightly twisted arm across his chest. "I will be joining you Grounded on yoour adventures. I have made your acquaintance."

He sat then, and closed his eyes. This was necessary. Working with these birdbrains was necessary.

Spiritum

i think that means we're good to go?

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Portrait

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| NAME |

Crowley "Crow" Brightwing

| DEPARTMENT |

Originally Born among the Topdwellers.

| AGE |

21

| TRAITS |

• Awoken (Arrogant/Clear-Headed/Resourceful)
  The Topdwellers always consider themselves to be the most enlightened group of the Wal. After all, their lives are full of real dangers, and real emotions. The petty squabbles of the Cereai, the Nevergrown and the Dorfs, it's all meaningless compared to the desperate thrills of fighting against the dire birds which travel the rafters. This leads topdwellers like Crowley to hold no illusions about the dangers of the Wal, and leaves them of sounder mind and gives them excellent improvisational skills, better equipped to survive these perils. Unfortunately, it also makes relating to the Grounded more difficult.
• Determined
  Stubborn to a fault, Crowley will let nothing stand in the way of his recovery. There are medicines in the Wal which can regrow limbs, good as new. There are stories and legends of all varieties. Combined with his arrogrance, Crowley can come off as abrasive and crass, but can eventually be cajoled into doing the right thing. Sometimes.
• Crippled
  After Crowley's tragic fall, his left hand was broken, and healed badly. Though he is capable of moving it slowly, and lightly grasping objects, he is unable to wield a weapon effectively, nor can he climb the grapples of his people back to his home. This also leaves him far more open to other injuries, as he is unable to wield a weapon and shield at the same time, nor can he fire two-handed Sporting Goods.
• Agile
  Despite his fall, Crowley is a Topdweller. Their speed and dexterity are stuff of legend: even some Grounders know of the great Merle Wingplucker, who single-handedly defeated a flock of dire pigeons by dancing around an enraged Sekyuritee bot, and brougth death to the supposedly-mythical dire duck (by outrunning it through a series of stockerbots which shot the duck, instead of him). Before his fall, he was one of the best climbers in his tribe. Of course, his light weight and slender form will fetch him a quick death at the hands of anyone who catches him.
  Crowley's sense of balance is also incredibly refined, from past days swinging between the rafters. His damaged arm is still capable of balancing him as he moves, so his balancing ability is still roughly the same as it used to be.
• Strengthened
  After healing from his fall, Crowley was forced to adapt or die. Forced to use only one arm to avoid the agonizing pain, he developed a much greater amount of strength in his right arm to compensate for his left, and now climbs through a combination of leaping, aerial inversions, and sheer force of will. His grip strength is incredible, as is necessary for a climber. Luckily for him, most things in the Wal can be climbed with only three limbs, including the Topdweller Training Ground (enormous swingsets conjoined together over the years to be a massive jungle gym, hidden deep within The Wal).
  Despite this, unless he can fix his other arm, he will never be able to climb as quickly or as safely as the other topdwellers. Every climb is a risk.

| EQUIPMENT | - Weapons, armor, trinkets, pets, etc. Don't go overboard and what you take should make sense with your character.

• Knife
  Part of the Sporting Goods section is a place known as The Tinkling Wall, where rows upon rows of sharp knives, held in place by fiendish plastic cases and security racks. One of the Topdweller ritual raids involves a trip to the Tinkling Wall, to try and find loose security racks, and steal the knives within. Crowley was a part of one such raid before the fall, and acquired for himself an eight-inch steel knife.
• Tactical Birdfeed
  Crowley's trump card. While the Topdwellers fear and fight the dire birds with every waking moment, some of the more intelligent among the rafters came up with the brilliant idea of mixing birdfeed with a few herbs particularly fragrant to birds. With the recipe considered a secret among the Topdwellers on pain of death, the TB can be used to summon giant pigeons, robins, or sparrows to a particular location. Unfortunately for Crowley, he has only a small amount of the stuff left, and does not know the recipe to make more. Normal birdfeed just doesn't have the same kick to it.
• Clothes
  As with most Topdwellers, Crowley travels light. There is plenty of food around The Wal if one knows where to look, and all Topdwellers learn how to scavenge from an early age. All he really needs at all times is the clothes on his back, and the tools mentioned above.

| BIOGRAPHY |

There comes a time in every Topdweller's life when they must find their place among their peers. This can be as one of the stealthy raiding parties, who swoop to the floor of the Wal and prowl the various departments, looking for supplies they can hoist to the world above. Some serve the tribe as Raptors, serving as the first line of defense against the dire birds which stalk the rafters. Still others work as Rockscis, exceptionally clever people who manage supplies, come up with new combat methods, or work to improve the quality of life of the tribe.

Whatever their position, all Topdweller youths find their place in the First Flight, a ceremony which involves several trials of the different facets of Topdweller life. Any topdweller can participate in the First Flight more than once, provided five Stocking cycles have passed.

Crow never even got through his first ceremony. Although doing well on the raiding and creativity portions of the First Flight, during the combat portion, things went disastrously wrong. While attempting a dangerous swing between rafters to strike at the backside of a dire canary, an unexpected wing flap sent Crowley tumbling on hs grapple. He became entangled in the rope, and his grapple dislodged. He fell some distance before, by some miraculous stroke of luck, the grapple found purchase again. The wrenching in his left arm was agonizing, and he swung into a Shelf.

The village of the unstocked Shelf, named Providence by the inhabitants, were kindly enough to attempt to set his damaged arm, to no avail. Still, thanks to their care and kindness, Crow was able to recuperate enough to begin attempting climbs again. He stayed in Providence (which was really quite the misnomer, all things considered) until he was one day able to climb down from the Shelf to the floor beneath. He took nothing with him but his TB, knife, and clothes.

He never thanked the Shelffolk for their kindness, either.