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To End All
In the beginning there were only a few buildings. Soon, the cluster of shelters grew into a small town. Using old wind technology they were able to harness the power of the earth and change it into electricity. As the town got bigger, they harnessed more windmills and soon for miles and miles around the bastions of a new order stood. With an unlimited supply of power backing them, the huddled survivors were able to turn their dusty, thirsty and hungry town into a thriving city. The men and women were joyful of their accomplishments and had high hopes for the future, to high as it turned out. Using the power to drill holes in the ground, they pulled water form the earth and drank greedily from this miracle. The water brought travelers from all over the country, indeed from all over the continent. The immigrants brought their hopes, their dreams and what they could carry on their backs to this rapidly growing post apocalyptic metropolis. Farms began to turn the arid landscape around the city into a lush green pasture. The men who migrated to the town were put to work digging irrigation ditches and tending crops.
Their new city needed a name and in a night of heated debate, they decided to proclaim the new city, Shantigra in the new country of New America. The men and women were joyful of their accomplishments.
Chaos began to ensue, the cultures of the past were once again colliding in a storm of hatred, deceit and violence. Latinos, Asians, Blacks, Whites and Indians fought each other in the clutter of houses. Every day hundreds arrived in the city and every night fifty or more men and women died.
Rapists, thieves and killers began to fill the back alleys and hide in the darkened corners, waiting for potential victims to pass under their malicious stare. Roaming street gangs marauded in broad daylight, taking whatever, or whoever they chose.
From the outside bands of men sought to take the city and use it’s power for their own malicious motives.
In just ten years the shanty town of cardboard and woodchips was a city of commerce, a city of wealth and a city of violence.
The old ones of the city, that had first harnessed the wind to build their homes began to take notice of those that had corrupted the purity of their lives and they began to take steps against the slime and filth of humanity, that seemed to never die no matter what fell upon the earth. Three arms of law enforcement were brought into existence. They were formed to protect the weak and the unable, to save crops, water and land from bands of invaders and they were formed to continue finding new technologies, new ways to help the world back onto it’s feet. These arms of law and order were named Guilds.
Prevost, taken from the fender of a rusted motor home, was dubbed to protect the insides and outsides of the city from all danger. The men and women who served here were trained in all forms of fighting, they were trained to defend with tooth, nail and firearm. These soldiers were chosen at birth, the strongest, smartest and most cunning were taken from weeping mothers and thrust into a world of training, fighting and eventual death. Only the best of the best were chosen for leadership positions and out of those only a few survived to retire. Thus was the curse of those chosen, they would be the first to the fight and the last to leave.
The guild of the Fenix was instated as pure grunts, stronger and faster then any others they reigned supreme in the foul smelling gutters of Shantigra, where their overwhelming bulk and stamina was feared. The only problem with Fenix, was those who were chosen were big and usually dumber then dirt. The smartest of them would need a calculator to reason out two plus two. However, they were more loyal then an old dog and would do anything ordered. In the fierce fighting that would later on develop, they were valued more by the commanders then any others, for their willingness and sometimes eagerness to do the atrocities that would be necessary.
The last guild was called Sphinx. They were, every one of them, the smartest of the smart. They used superior technology and firepower, in place of Fenix or Prevost’s brute strength and ruthless cunning. It was said that any weapon that went into Sphinx would come out firing twice as fast, with double the power. They were able to manipulate machines and computers so well that when the intense fighting broke out, they were charged with the task of making a new battle suit for the fighters to wear in combat.
Protected by these branches, the people of Shantigra had no idea that the main threat would come from within.
The Super Suits
The Super Suits were everything they were cracked up to be and more. Their appearance varied, but only as far as height went. They were all deeply ridged, the ridges running downwards towards the ground, they resembled muscles. They were all stealth black, polished to a mirror finish. Among other things, the Super Suits were built as shock and awe weapons. The legs on the Super Suits were built a little bulkier then the owner’s legs were and sheltered in the extra space were shock absorbers, with a Super Suit one could fall twenty to thirty feet and land on their feet completely uninjured. With a triple layer of lightweight Kevlar armor the suits were able to directly take the impact of a 357 magnum round without faltering. The suits were like a second skin, they were so light they only added about twenty pounds to a person’s overall weight. Super Suits came with a helmet, and at the subscribed voice prompting the Kevlar faceguard would double as night vision, they looked like snowboarding goggles, but they too were stealth black. When extra reloads for weapons were needed a voice prompt opened a water tight pouch on the hip, where a person could put four to five reloads for a sidearm and a rifle. A holster was attached to the Super Suit at the hip and in the small of the back was nestled a sheath for a blade.
Prevost's Stand For What's Right, Not Easy.
The ultimate anarchy of Fenix and Sphinx have become a risk to all the inhabitants of the city. The two combined will be far to powerful to stop without risking the end of all life. So, we must strike first and we must strike hard. Join with us, peace through the destruction of the enemy the only way.
The ultimate anarchy of Fenix and Sphinx have become a risk to all the inhabitants of the city. The two combined will be far to powerful to stop without risking the end of all life. So, we must strike first and we must strike hard. Join with us, peace through the destruction of the enemy the only way.
Fenix's Beliefs, Helping.
The Guild of Prevost must be put out of it's own misery. In Fighting and politics have weakened them to the point of near collapse, the question is when they collapse will they take the city we've fought and died for with them? Join with the fenix to make sure the people have a future.
The Guild of Prevost must be put out of it's own misery. In Fighting and politics have weakened them to the point of near collapse, the question is when they collapse will they take the city we've fought and died for with them? Join with the fenix to make sure the people have a future.
Sphinx's Stand For The Best.
Prevost is our main concern, those idiots from Fenix have to have directions to rub two sticks together, they are not any immediate threat. Prevost must go, however, they are too dangerous to allow amongst the citizens any longer. Join with us, to stop them before they commit the ultimate atrocity.
Prevost is our main concern, those idiots from Fenix have to have directions to rub two sticks together, they are not any immediate threat. Prevost must go, however, they are too dangerous to allow amongst the citizens any longer. Join with us, to stop them before they commit the ultimate atrocity.
CIVIL WAR!
War is coming to our peaceful city! The rival factions, Prevost, Fenix and Sphinx have grown too powerful and are now seeking ultimate supremacy. With your own Super Suit, who's side will you choose?
Will you take advantage of those around you to further your own cause? Hurt the innocent to reach your own goals?
OR
Will you risk all to champion the helpless?
The choice is yours!
Through it all, ask yourself this question. Without rules of any kind, nothing governing your actions but for you own conscience, What is your true nature?
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Your Application
Name: Andy Wentworth
Age: 29
Height: 6'3
Weight: 160
Weapon of Choice: Heckler and Koch G36K
Skills: Quick Thinking and Ingenuity
Guild: Prevost
Political Leaning: Peace through war.
What Can You Bring To Our City: Strength, Cunning and Charisma
Tell Us About Your Life Thus Far (Bio): Taken from his mother at the age of 6, after scoring high in the CFA (Combat Fitness Analysis). He has served loyaly in three major crime offenses and has recently been promoted to a Corporal in the SSD (Super Suit Division).
Name: Andy Wentworth
Age: 29
Height: 6'3
Weight: 160
Weapon of Choice: Heckler and Koch G36K
Skills: Quick Thinking and Ingenuity
Guild: Prevost
Political Leaning: Peace through war.
What Can You Bring To Our City: Strength, Cunning and Charisma
Tell Us About Your Life Thus Far (Bio): Taken from his mother at the age of 6, after scoring high in the CFA (Combat Fitness Analysis). He has served loyaly in three major crime offenses and has recently been promoted to a Corporal in the SSD (Super Suit Division).
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