*Rezeak* reecestensel@hotmail.co.uk Posted Apr 11, 2013, 9:59 am	'Trendy' Thomas Harris, leader of The Dark Knights, hobbles into the bar on his crutches and pins a notice to the wall. It reads: ============================================== HELP WANTED: THE VAULT Do you have mechanics that are just fixing YOUR cars? Do you not think that is a waste? Come join the team at The Vault inc. and you could be in with a chance to win your very own ambulance**! Don't have spare mechs but still enjoy the Texan climate? You can still be part of the community by being one of our exotic logistics and communications managers! Your duties will include but will not be limited to ferrying resources to the vault and making sure nothing goes askew. Don't delay. Join The Vault today. **Terms and conditions apply. Ambulances will only be available if enough applicants contribute to raise the MR. Have a lovely day. ==============================================
*goat starer* Posted Apr 12, 2013, 10:09 pm	"that all sounds a little capitalist" muses the commie bastards from Special Circumstances who put a lot of workers contributions into building the proletarian paradise
*Rezeak* reecestensel@hotmail.co.uk Posted Apr 13, 2013, 12:25 am	"Well maybe if you decided to help around the house once in a while we wouldn't need to SPEND ALL OUR MONEY LOOKING FOR HELP!" Yells "Red Dead" Rose Ramires, throwing a plate across the room.
*Bastille* Posted Apr 13, 2013, 3:15 am	Chester "Long Weight" Mason Yeltsin puts down his potato juice and staggers up to a podium to address the camp members. "Please, Comrades..." The Drunken old man falls flat on his face and passes out. You were certain he was going to say something on this matter.
*Bastille* Posted Apr 17, 2013, 8:12 am	"Ok, now that I've sobered up some..." The old man, face red from drinking more than his own body weight per day, props himself up and attempts to not slur his words "The Vault is in need of new mechanics. We treat our members well and ask for little in return. Those bringing in trained mechs (100+) will be compensated generously with items constructed here in camp. We make Ospreys, big V8s and Heavy Car Rifles."
Fealty Lost Posted May 1, 2013, 8:27 pm	Yessinia "Yabba Dabba" Yamaguchi packs a bag in the middle of the night and heads towards the gates, tired of sitting around Texan doing nothing. Hearing something behind her, she turns to see another walking towards her, bag over her shoulder. "You didn't think I was going to let you run off all by yourself did you?" says Venessa "Villianous" Vaillancourt. She smiles and leans against the cold wall behind her. "I guess not." "I hope they get here soon...it's going to rain." Yessenia: 100+ Venessa: Not.
*Bastille* Posted May 15, 2013, 2:53 am	"Just the sort of assistance we need." The tired old man fidgets around a bit and pulls out a shaving kit. "They said this would cure me of my ailments. Apparently there is nothing this box won't do." Looking to a man in long coat, jiving another sucker in the far corner of the bar. "But If I can't find another handful of veteran mechanics, I might end up using it myself!" The tired old man states, pulling on his long beard. {ooc - If anyone has some spare mechs of 100 or better, I will pay for them handsomely. PM me if you are interested. Will pay in rarish goods or cash if need be. Need them ASAP, by weeks end would be preferred. Pass your G.O.A.T and join the Vault 89... "Gary? Gary! Is that you? Gary?" I fear the longer I am hear I will become entranced by whatever is pumping through the vents and become lost forever, underground.}