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Rules:
1.) No back-to-back posting.
2.) PAY ATTENTION TO DETAIL AND SET-UPS!!
3.) Make sense. If we can't make heads or tails of your posts they're likely to get skipped over.
4.) COLLABORATE! Get permission before using another player's character in your posts if it involves changing the scene or making actions.
5.) Problems with the game or players should be sent directly to me through PM's. I don't want a bunch of bickering in the OOC.
6.) Abandoned characters will be used as NPC's or killed off within the context of the story.
7.) “I was waiting for [insert player/character] to make a move” is not how this game is played.
8.) There is no rule #8.
9.) My word is law.
10.) Obey the law.
11.) In the event that I'm offline for any period of time, the Co-GM [none ATM] will take control and HIS/HER word will then be law.
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“Back in the day, I could’ve gone pro. Baseball was always like second nature to me. Over the last eight years or so I’ve got out of shape as often as I’ve been in shape. When the minor leagues dropped me my career was pretty much non-existent.” a man in his 30s thought as he cleaned up the kitchen of a mom and pop’s style diner.
The clock on the wall read 4:30 pm. The restaurant was almost empty and one of the owners walked up to the brown haired man sweeping up near the refrigerators in the back.
“You can go ahead and call it a day, John. We’ll probably close soon. Mondays were always slow even before we moved the diner across town.” The old man said leaning up against a counter as the man swept.
“Sure you don’t need me for anything else, Paul?” he asked putting the broom up.
“Carrie and I should be able to close it up. Did you still need that Tylenol you asked for earlier?” Paul asked in response.
“Yeah… these headaches have been killing me the last few days….” John commented as the man handed him a couple of pills from a bottle. “I’ll see ya in the morning boss…” he said exiting the building. The sign in the front window read “Big Paul’s Diner” and the eatery was located on the edge of Midtown. John passed a few newspaper dispensers. One of them was for the Mountaineer and had the headline “Jenny Valentine Escaped Again!”
Day turned into night, and a man in a blue coat and mask ran and leaped from building to building as if in pursuit of something. Or someone. He came to a stop on the ledge of a building, and looked down at a parking garage. A brunette female exited a car and was greeted with a hug from a young man.
“Jenny!” the young man exclaimed.
“Don’t act so surprised little brother.” The girl responded entering a different car with her sibling. As the two took off in the newer looking sports car, a few goons from the Valentine Gang were left with the other car. One of the men lit a cigarette. The other went to find a corner to take a leak in. Just as the man began to urinate on the side of a wall the man in the blue mask showed up out of nowhere and rammed the man’s head into the wall knocking him out with piss now all over himself.
“Hey you takin’ a piss or dropping a deuce? We need to head back to… what the hell..?” said the other man as Blueface approached him.
“You picked the wrong parking garage to play dress up in!” the man shouted pulling out a knife.
“Your boy won’t be coming to your rescue. He’s K.O.’ed back there in his own piss…” Blueface taunted avoiding the attacks of the gang member.
“**** YOU!” the man screamed before Blueface reacted and grabbed the man’s arm.
“I want you to tell Jenny and her brothers I’m coming for them.” Blueface said still holding the man to the ground by his arm.
“Go to hell you son of a…” the man started to say as the hero proceeded to break his arm, “AAAAAAARGH!”
“Tell them I’m coming for them. Then do yourself a favor and get out of Mountain City.” Blueface said coldly walking away as the man still laid on the ground of the garage screaming in pain.
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