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Seems an appropriate place to schedule Town Defenses.
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Posted Jun 14, 2013, 9:25 pm
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'as long as ye do it in-character' croaks a massively sunburnt human with snow-white hair, normal apart from his 7 ft height
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Posted Jun 14, 2013, 11:50 pm
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"did you just see that 3 ft guy with ginger hair and a green suit and hat pretending to be a 7 ft sunburned snow giant" asks a goat at the baah?
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Posted Jun 14, 2013, 11:52 pm
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The Bishop Albert Potter looks up with a confused expression...

"Pardon?! What was....oh....drats!! I'm in the wrong friggin room!! This was supposed to be posted at the Town Center, on the General Discussion board! So sorry..."

Potter gingerly removes his Morgan Town Defense poster, bows slightly towards the patrons, and shuffles out the front door...

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Posted Jun 15, 2013, 1:22 am
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(A shivering old dude comes into the bar and places a poster on the bulletin board)

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RESCHEDULED TOWN DEFENSE TIMES

As of now, and until I get commitment day and times from other players, there will be one town defense per day at 06:00 server time starting on the 16th.

I had to scrap the 15th because I believe there has to be a 24 hour notice on a proposed time change and I could not set it for this evening. (I will check with Sam if this is correct). So it is critical that players let me know their availability so changes can be made in enough time to accommodate.

This change back to the 16th will hopefully give players some extra time to transport any vehicles or supplies they feel are needed or to get additional players relocated to Morgan to help with the defenses.
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Posted Jun 15, 2013, 1:45 am
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"oo made you da Maya" grumbles Tobias, the stocky Barkeep "Faught it wuz da X-man"
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Posted Jun 15, 2013, 2:04 am
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"Busted" Cherri Welch, the recently proclaimed Mayor of Morgan, ponders the honor bestowed upon her by the Clarinbridge Crushers. "I know this will not be an easy task", she mutters to herself, "But a challenge I will embrace."

While staring at a large conference table, there is a map of the town of Morgan and surrounding terrain. She selectively places scaled down vehicles on the map to start organizing her plan for the defense of Morgan.

Cherri calls out to her Blue Squad Leader, "Jenna!", she shouts. The door to the conference room opens quickly and peering around the door is Jenna "Lil Squirt" Presley. "You called?" she asks, "Yes I did Jenna, now come over here and look at these formations". Cherri points to two different locations on the map with her baton and in a stern voice, "Here Jenna, this is where you will set up. Now over here is your backup, Green Squad. They will be set up to flank as higher ground will be used to our advantage." Jenna nods, "I will inform the rest of the crew." and she quickly heads out to the garage to check on the squads vehicles that repairs are being completed and then shares the defense plans with the rest of the squad.

Meanwhile, back up in the conference room, Cherri gazes outside the window. She wipes away the cold fog from the glass. "I wish these gangs would get here, " as she takes a deep breath and exhales. "I hope... ::Pauses:: ... I know...they will make it... "
She looks back out the window towards the horizon. As night starts to settle across a clear skyline, Cherri notices a star high above the mountain tops. Staring at it...as it starts to twinkle, getting brighter. With a slight smirk, she nods at the star...she turns "Now... where is my rifle!!"
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Posted Jun 15, 2013, 10:06 pm
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Meanwhile in a camp near Somerset...

"Butthead" Rod Munch, one of the most skilled scouts in the SSE gang, wanders over to his BioHazard paint scheme Pickup with a 5 Galloncan of fuel. The only can of fuel in camp!

He had asked the camp mechanics to resize the fuel tank from a 7 and a 1/2 Liter tank to one capable of holding enough for the long legs on the trip to Morgan. He planned to dump in this last 5 gallons to top it off for the rest of the trip to GW. He was already way behind shedule. The Finger3 gang, one of SSE's allies, was already inbound to Morgan, rushing to aid the X-Man and his "Darkside" gang in defending the town.

Reaching the truck, he tilted the can and dumped it in. Unfortunatly after the first quarter of the can had been gobbled up hungrilly, the tank overflowed! 4 of the 5 gallons spilled out onto the sand and was quickly absorbed, wasted.

"God, I hope I dont light on fire!" was his first thought.

His second: "I ought to drop a match and start a fire... Fire! huh huh huh! Fire! Fire!"

Then he realized someone hadnt resized the tank!

Raging, he stormed nto the mechanic shop. "Who' the imbicil who didnt resize my tank!" he demanded. "do you know how much time you just cost me? Plus Im out of fuel now and stuck here you mother of a Frik Snail!"

A sleepy eyed mech looked over. "T'wasnt room." he drawled. "You had a can of fuel in the bed of the truck so we couldnt retrofit more tank space unless'n we took it out of the bed. So we jus' left 'er for ya"

Infuriated, Butthead storms out. Time to put in a radio call to SS and have Homer Simpson bring in another load of Fuel cans on the "Call Girl" Escort BPU.

Yet another delay...
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Posted Jun 16, 2013, 6:59 am
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'Sandy' Sandra Lambrecht limped into the tavern, her foot wrapped in blood soaked bandages. She looked around for a seat, noting a number of empty seats which had previously been filled with friendly faces. With a sigh she sat down and gestured to the barkeep for a beer.

The two newbies were back in the barracks, one a gibbering wreck and the other... well the less said about him the better. They'd done well though for new recruits, couldn't have expected more from them to be honest.

They'd defended the town, thanks to the Apache loaned to them by the Darkside... but hell, there was a lot of blood involved. More bodies of friends than she'd seen for a long time, more trashed cars than a CoE with The Bastards.

She'd put in a call to 'Little' Lupe Ferrante back at Gateway with an urgent call for some decent rides right after getting back. Lupe said she'd get something out there with some vets as soon as she could and then asked, in hushed tones, if she was okay.

Yeah she was okay. As okay as you could be surrounded by that sort of carnage. Still she knew what to expect now and with the right firepower coming from Gateway she'd be ready for the raiders next time.

She took a slug from her beer and looked around the bar - empty seats everywhere. She reached over and patted her rifle, still warm despite the cold of Morgans climate. Another slug from the beer and it was gone, her scowl with it. Next time those raiders would get it, next time they would bleed like they'd all bleed today.
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Posted Jun 16, 2013, 8:07 am
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Minching Andrew leant against the bar and looked at the rest of his squad, and said, “Well we made it, seems a bit more busy up here than we were told.”

Maid Ramirez took a sip of her drink and looked around before replying, “There’s some gangs colours up here that we’ve not worked we before. We sure that this going to work?”

“Well Paddypaw thought it was a good idea, and you don’t argue with her!” said Minching.

Kyle Redders leant forward coughing slightly “Think Paddypaw wants the Cousins to be a bit more involved with the others gangs, we got isolated from what’s been happening recently.”

“Whatever,” Snorted Maid, “There’s some traders over there and I’m going to see if they have any of those bear skins for sale, need something warmer than these leathers to wear!”

OUC

Well made it, a squad with two SUVs in place for town defence events only to discover that first ones are at 6am – not a good time for us in UK ;-)

Hopefully the next set of defences can be organized for a better time or I’m on for some earlier mornings………
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Posted Jun 16, 2013, 8:43 am
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Butthead Drove like the wind...

Nearing GW he suddenly noticed large calibur penetrator rounds screaming past him, from left to right, about 4 inches above the hood of his "Plague Rat" Pickup.

"Thats all I need" he thought.

The stupid mechs in Hollow Ground had removed all his weapons when they finally got around to resizing the tank. 2 Rocket Launchers and 2 of SSE's signiture 122mm Heavy Rockets were in the bed of the truck instead of combat ready.

Ping! Ping! Spang! Spork! the 20mm Penetrator rounds found their mark and beat on his door like a Latter Day Saint with good news about the afterlife!

"Leave me alone! Im in a hurry!" he shouted in anger.

Then a round came through the door, shattering his ankle. A second round entered and found a home in the cargo. An entire case of food exploded out of the breach like some poorly concieved "Food Flechette Gun", followed by chunks of one Heavy Rocket, now Heavy Scrap.

Turning he gritted his teeth against the pain in his ankle. "Friggin Morgan" he lamented. "Friggin Morgan Curse!"

Luckily, after dodging through some cement Pylons and a couple buildings that were partly burried in sand drifts, the 2 Symphonys gave up chase.

He rolled into Gateway leaking Water from the perforated water cans, and leaking blood from his perforated foot. Gateway citizens waved at him through the breach in his left side large enough to drive a Flash through without scratching the paint.

But he arrived.

Now for the DIFFICULT leg!
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Posted Jun 16, 2013, 10:20 am Last edited Jun 16, 2013, 10:24 am by StCrispin
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The doors to the Morgan Inn open very slowly. A slight gust of wind opens them further and allows some snow to be blown inside. A figure, hooded and hunched over, tries to pat off the snow on her shoulders. Wincing in pain, after failing to remove any snow, she collapses to her knees.

Charles rushes over to tend to the young girl. She tries to lift her head but cannot. She musters enough strength to speak... "Mr Woodby.... Tell the gang..... we beat them! " as she looks up one last time. Charles brushes her hood back to reveal her face.

"Oh my!" Charles exclaimed... "Jenna....you...you've been hurt!" He lifts his hand to see that it is covered in her blood. "She needs a medic fast!" he yells.

Jenna tilts her head towards Charles. "I think .....I will.... make it, but...Cherri...she gave.... her life... for us. She was hit after a couple rockets broad sided our Apache and tossed us on its side." struggling for her breath, she continues. "She was bleeding badly.... we got hammered at start.... being ....outnumbered by so many. We got support from the Renshai, Chrome Religion, Rude... one of our new allies ..... and one hellufva sniper from the No Aiming Just Shooting crew".

Charles asks what happened next and Jenna continues once again." We had to get the last two pirates....Cherri was ....fading fast. Our guns were knocked out....no ammo left... I had to...do something. I jumped out...and started firing my rifle...at the last Apache. Then I got hit...by a sniper ...hiding in a wrecked pile of cars. A flesh wound...I turned to fire at him...and I was hit again. As I fell and hit the snow....I lay motionless.... not feeling cold anymore... then darkness fell."

Charles yells again, "Where's that damn Medic!!" he tries to comfort her by holding her close. Jenna looks up, "I don't remember ...anything else.... The driver told me... Cherri took another HGG shot to the side... as she trying to get to a NPC's unmanned pick up.... and crossed the path of another pirate in hiding." wincing in pain again, Jenna sobs, "Cherri fought to the end....for us....for her comrades..... for Morgan!!
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Posted Jun 16, 2013, 10:53 am Last edited Jun 16, 2013, 10:55 am by The X Man
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A bitterly cold wraith of wind howls over the parapets atop the town wall, as Albert Potter peers out across the blasted landscape below him. Everywhere, the thick, white snow is streaked with blood, oil, and pieces of twisted blackened metal. Dense palls of pitch colored smoke rise from the shattered ruins of mangled machines, merging in the failing light to turn the sky above the outpost town of Morgan into an ash gray overcoat.

"They will come again, I think...", he muttered mostly to himself, for he had seen the flickering of half-hidden campfires in the distant hills on his approach to the perpetually snow-capped town, "...and this time they will be angry."

Raymond Thompson, leaning against his rifle like a crutch in an effort to minimize any more damage to his badly shattered ribs, looks out towards the distant white peaks of the Morgan Spine, "...we'll be ready for them this time, Bishop, I can assure you of that. Our sense of pride at having repelled these marauders last night is tarnished by our anger at having lost so many. The newly elected Mayor, herself, now lies still in the rectory, awaiting burial in these thrice-damned hills."

"Michael Lewis won't be healed from his injuries in time to aid the rest of the defense force next time," The Bishop says, "...and neither will you, Brother Ray. And, while the Church appreciates your skill and dedication, we insist that you sit the next one out. I will return to Badlands and gather to me a contingent of Confessors, and we will return here with additional weapons, vehicles, and supplies to aid in the defense of this town. The noble Renshai, the Darkside, No Aiming just Shooting, and Your Name Here did a most admirable job last night....as did you and your fellow Acolyte....but we need more. So, while I am gone, you must slip into the rookery behind the Morgan Inn, and seek out the best and the bravest that Morgan has to offer, and attempt to convert them to our cause. And, be honest with them, Brother Ray....let them know what it is they will be facing, and the chance of survival is small. But, also let them know that the church believes The True Death is the greatest blessing which can be bestowed upon a man in this shattered, ruined world....and I expect those blessing to become much more....abundant."
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Posted Jun 16, 2013, 5:05 pm
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"...in the interim, place that looted Rocket Launcher and ammo in the Market, and advise the shopkeep that it is to be purchased only by friends of The Church for town defenses.  Give the password to the leader of The Darkside, as well, since he is coordinating the defense in the absence of the next Mayor."

[OOC:  100% RL and 2 reloads, looted last night, are up for anyone wo needs them.  Contact the X-Man or myself for the pw.]
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Posted Jun 16, 2013, 10:50 pm Last edited Jun 16, 2013, 10:55 pm by Blackwill
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Meanwhile in Gateway...

"Cargo truck all loaded up, Boss" reports Ima Hoar "Rocket Launcher, Heavy Rockets, RPG, some SMGs, Rifles, Crossbows, Megium Machine Gun, Gatling Gun, and that Heavy Flamethrower that u wanted for roasting marshmallows at the lodge"

"very good" Buthead says, dreaming of Fire...

"Mechs say 2 more hours for repairs on the "Rat" she adds. "and boss says we cant take the Apache yet, not till its a little more safe. He said we could take the "Eaton Me!" Eaton but all it has room for is Gats so I figured it wasnt a wise car to take. Plus, not enough fuel for the trip anyway."

"Thats fine," Butthead says, testing his fractured ankle. "we roll tonight. This isnt as mangled as I thought. Send a message to Badlands. Tell them to send up Ritter with a car suitable for HMGs or maybe an ATG. We've got some yellow snow to make. And red..."
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Posted Jun 17, 2013, 12:38 am
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On the other side of the truck stop two Evan Reds Apaches prepare for the long haul to Morgan. A giraffe pickup sits with them, loaded up till the body bottoms out on the bump stops.

"...a half packet of cigarettes, and we're wearing sunglasses."

"Right, that should do it. If we head out now we should make it by dawn on the third day."

"Do we really want to head back out there Clint?"

Still saddened by the loss of his mistress, Mr Smith moves to start the engine, the keys rattle between his shaking fingers. He stares at a necklace, dangling from the roof lining, a memento from his dear beloved that died shortly after he was last in the snowy peaks. The old man gathers what little strength he has left, pumps the gas and cranks the engine to life.

"Lets go."
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In the corner of the bar at the Morgan inn, Steven Brooks, raw recruit for Your name here, was slumped down into the bench, untouched mug on the table before him. He looked a man wound too tight, ready to burst from some, unseen strain.

"Boss wasn't too happy with our performance was she?"

"Well, what does she expect from brand new hires like us, we didn't know what we were getting into, for the love of Sam!"

"We do now, that's for damn sure!"

"She was glad we made it back, and that we won out in the end...just wasn't real happy with OUR performance, said to put the word out that she was looking for more fresh meat to throw to the wolves."

"So we hold things down until the REAL crew shows up."

"That makes me feel a bit like a used rubber"

"Don't it, though!?"

One of the waitresses walked up to the barkeep, Tobias 'the red skull' Andrews, who was looking busy, wiping down the much abused bar with a rag that had seen better millennia.

"Who's he talkin' to?"

Tobias looked up, already knowing the answer before asking, "Huh?"

"The guy over in the corner, been talking to himself for the last hour, and he ain't touched his beer" , said the waitress, pointing to Steven, who was gesturing madly to emphasize his current argument.

"Don't bother him, just make sure his beer stays full. He was part of the defenders what kept yer pretty arse safe last night. Came in late with his buddy, all shot to sh*t, missing a leg, bleeding all over mah floor. He wanted a last drink, before he put himself out of misery. Couldn't hold the gun himself, or pull the trigger. Our boy there hadda do it, put a bullet in the head of his mate. Like I said, just make sure his glass stays full."
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Minching Andrew sat in a dark, staring at the bed. On the bed Maid Ramirez laid in a coma, and missing a leg.

It was a good plan, he know his squad couldn’t make the defence and he know that the other gangs needed support. So it seem like a good idea to go out and get some loot, to past on the other guys before the next defence.

Winching, he moved and checked Maid again for a hundredth time, was it his imagination or was she breathing a little stronger.

Well he hoped that the apaches that People Asset Recovery Service had got off them exploded the first time they used them.

He was still convinced it had been a good idea, though he still had to tell Paddypaw back in Somerset the news. And he wasn’t sure how he was going to do that.

Two good friends dead in the snow thanks to those emmets, he’ll have his revenge of that he was sure.

He sat back again, and started planning how to rebuild the squad and how he would convince the boss lady to let to him.
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Returning back from the most recent defense, much later than they were set to arrive, an intact Darkside crew strolls into the Inn in much better spirits than the last time. They all head towards the far end of the bar with Savannah Sampson leading the way.

Savannah was sent to Morgan by the Boss to take over for "Busted Cherri Welch, the newly appointed Mayor of Morgan that was gunned down just the day before by pirates.. It was hard for her not to smile a bit due to their recent victory in their second town defense, but she still mourns the loss of a good friend, Cherri.

Savannah signals the barkeep to pour a round of drinks. Then Jenna "Lil Squirt" Presley breaks the silence. "Boy I am glad the Boss sent you to help us Savannah!" Savannah smiles at the compliment. "Damn good shooting too!" Jenna continues, "And it's nice to count the same amount of heads now from when we left to fight."

Tobias, the Barkeep, refills their shot glasses and leans into the conversation. "Just thought you should know... the rest of your comrades have already turned in for the night...and from what I counted...all of them made it back." Savannah nods, "Good to hear."

Savannah turns to her crew, "That sounds like a better idea...turn in....get some much needed rest...for we will be back here shortly....defending once more." "This ones on me," as Jenna puts your hand on Savannah's arm. "You put that money away." Jenna flips out $100 and tells Tobias Thank You.

The crew gets up and heads towards the barracks. Jenna pats Savannah on the back as she walks next to her. "Relax....Mayor...." Jenna giggles quietly. Savannah shoots a look back at Jenna and smiles. "I am gonna need to get used to that I guess." Jenna looks back, "Hey, we all miss Cherri, but you are gonna do fine... we know what your job is here... so...until you get used it....We're gonna need to get you a proper nickname" Jenna giggles again.

As they turn the corner around the Inn and walk up to the barracks. Savannah reaches for the door to open it. She holds it open for the crew to enter. Savannah turns and looks...her brow lowers... "Now where the hell did you guys go??" she says quietly as not to wake anyone, "Jenna!!," she whispers loudly.

Not sure whats going on...she walks back and turns the corner to head back to the Inn. An still silence fills the night air....then...out of nowhere.... PLAP .. plap plap.... PLAP plap...PLAP!!! Dazed...Savannah stands motionless....looks down at her chest...feeling it... dripping and soaked. Stern faced, Savannah stares outward. Then Jenna....peeks her head around the corner...looking at a pair of angry eyes. Trying to hold in the laughter...."Gotchaaaa ::hehehe::: "SNOWBALL" ::hehehehe::, told ya I was gonna find you a proper nickname ::hehehe::"
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OOC: can we change defense times to 0700 server (instead of 0600) next week so that I will be able to join? I dont get home from work in time for 0600 and I will hopefully be arriving in Morg by tue night (wed morning, server)
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