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| | | YOU'RE A VILLAINOUS THING
AND WE CAN'T HAVE YOU LIVING A LIE
It was a bit difficult to make moonshine toxic enough to knock a man on his back in just a drink without a proper setup, now wasn't it? Luckily it wasn't too hard to find somebody with knowledge of backyard brewing, and drag them to the house in the middle of town he'd decided would be gutted and transformed into the brewery.

But of course, actually constructing such a setup took work and effort and all those awful things. So he sent out some Informants to inform the general public of a big build day, which was a code word for get over here and move out this shitty furniture so we can build a damn brewery or I'm gonna bitch for a week if I have to do it myself.
Waste no worry for the world, &
Let it be a tragedy of love and glory, &
While they wait by gates of pearl, &
We'll be building palaces in purgatory, &
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The Badlands / less than kind --- Meeting 4/11/2020
« on: April 11, 2020, 10:25:15 AM »
| | | YOU'RE A VILLAINOUS THING
AND WE CAN'T HAVE YOU LIVING A LIE
Meeting time yet again, and Salem's thoughts were consumed with thinking about the most recently disappearing member of his group. He needed to find Sheogorath again, he needed that for his sanity so he knew the other man wasn't hurt or dead somewhere-

But now was not the time to be leaving off on some quest. No, it was meeting time! So with an unnatural looking forced smile, Salem called out. "Meeting, everybody get in here and pay attention,"
Waste no worry for the world, &
Let it be a tragedy of love and glory, &
While they wait by gates of pearl, &
We'll be building palaces in purgatory, &
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The Badlands / curse of the fold --- open, weapon supply run
« on: April 02, 2020, 11:30:04 AM »
| | | YOU'RE A VILLAINOUS THING
AND WE CAN'T HAVE YOU LIVING A LIE
Thank the gods for little abandoned gun shops. Sure, it might be a little silly to have led a whole party of people on a multiple day trek to finally reach such a small destination, but everything close to the Badlands borders had been picked clean.

Even the gun shop was looking a little worse for the wear, but thankfully it didn't seem like any large-scale scavenging efforts had been made; individuals had taken things in the past, sure, but nobody had picked it clean.

"Alright, everybody go in and take what you want. I'll start gathering up the bullets," Salem said, already walking inside with quick steps to start going through the shelves in the shop.
Waste no worry for the world, &
Let it be a tragedy of love and glory, &
While they wait by gates of pearl, &
We'll be building palaces in purgatory, &
(IC Opinions)

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The Badlands / where we belong --- open
« on: March 29, 2020, 06:54:59 PM »
| | | YOU'RE A VILLAINOUS THING
AND WE CAN'T HAVE YOU LIVING A LIE
In terms of things that were supposed to be on fire...

...He was pretty sure a pile of backpacks, likely still filled with things by the smell of burning plastic, was not supposed to be on fire.
Well- actually, maybe they were in a pile to be burned, and whoever did this hadn't accidentally set the pile on fire.

Still, whatever the cause was, it smelled fucking horrible and the fire was a bit too big to be put out without a concentrated effort from multiple people; and he wasn't about to start calling on people to go fetch buckets of water from the shore when the pile of burning backpacks wasn't hurting anybody, and it wasn't spreading from its spot neatly in the middle of the street.

It just smelled awful, was all. So Salem stood a few feet back where the smell wasn't as bad and watched the fire flicker.
Waste no worry for the world, &
Let it be a tragedy of love and glory, &
While they wait by gates of pearl, &
We'll be building palaces in purgatory, &
(IC Opinions)

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| | | YOU'RE A VILLAINOUS THING
AND WE CAN'T HAVE YOU LIVING A LIE
Ah, how time flew. Salem arrived to the casino with a cattle bell and the shadows under his eyes were considerably more pronounced than normal. Spending most his time that week traveling to Flintlock and Bluestem hadn't left much time for relaxation, much to Salem's distress.

He rung the cattle bell once, twice, and instead of stepping onto the pool table he leaned against it. "Meeting time, everybody pay attention,"
Waste no worry for the world, &
Let it be a tragedy of love and glory, &
While they wait by gates of pearl, &
We'll be building palaces in purgatory, &
(IC Opinions)

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The Badlands / The Stables and the devil threw roses --- open, horse race
« on: March 25, 2020, 08:40:53 PM »
| | | YOU'RE A VILLAINOUS THING
AND WE CAN'T HAVE YOU LIVING A LIE
It was perhaps the most traditional non-traditional thing he'd seen in the Badlands yet; and he hadn't even organized the event, he'd just set up the betting ring!

Four horses, four experienced jockeys, an endurance race starting at the stables, looping around the hills on the outskirts of Badlands territory before shooting off into the city and heading to the beach for the finish line. He wasn't sure if this was animal cruelty or not, but it sounded like fun and he didn't mind lounging on a pilfered lawn chair outside the stables as people milled about and placed their final bets as the jockeys got their horses ready.

He took a sip out of a half-full gallon jug of clean water and set it on the grass, for once in his life not purposefully drawing attention to himself. But, all good things come to an end eventually, and as he noticed two of the jockeys start climbing onto their saddles he stood up and held up a small, white and red piece of fabric.

"Last call on bets. Only place bets with unspent ammunition, and you can only pick one pony," Salem called, grabbing his small ledger from where he'd set it on the grass and casually flipping through it. He wasn't even taking a percentage of the bets, he just liked seeing people lose valuable things.

//As a separate ooc thing, you can actually have your character icly "bet" on any of the horses and if the horse wins I'll send you 5k bones! There's no fee for entry and you don't lose anything if you pick a losing horse, this isn't actually betting.
//The horses are:
1: Sky's Lament
2: Marching Legion
3: Adaigo
4: Whispered Song
All have equal odds of winning, since I'll be using a random number generator from 1-4 to pick.
Waste no worry for the world, &
Let it be a tragedy of love and glory, &
While they wait by gates of pearl, &
We'll be building palaces in purgatory, &
(IC Opinions)

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Flintlock Lodge / i didn't choose this city --- visitor from bl, open
« on: March 22, 2020, 01:41:51 PM »
| | | YOU'RE A VILLAINOUS THING
AND WE CAN'T HAVE YOU LIVING A LIE
It was fucking cold; compared to the warming beaches and sun-baked concrete streets of the Badlands, Flintlock's version of "spring" was basically just Winter: Warmer Edition. But still he rode on his little fluffy mare through the snow-crystallized mountain landscape, slowly but surely approaching his destination.

Soon he saw the Lodge in the distance, and he slowed his approach to a frustrating crawl. He didn't try to be quiet, he encouraged his mare to step on as many twigs as she wanted and started whistling a cheery tune; he didn't want to freak out the poor Lodge residents by stealthily inserting himself into their midst.

He wasn't coming here to fight, as evidenced by the fact he hadn't brought any other Badlanders with him. Not that he'd come unarmed - scimitar, wound whip and six-shot revolver on his hip showed he was plenty armed - but he couldn't be expected to go into the mountains without ways of defending himself.
Waste no worry for the world, &
Let it be a tragedy of love and glory, &
While they wait by gates of pearl, &
We'll be building palaces in purgatory, &
(IC Opinions)

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Bluestem Prairie / it's not that complicated --- visitor from bl, open
« on: March 22, 2020, 01:31:15 PM »
| | | YOU'RE A VILLAINOUS THING
AND WE CAN'T HAVE YOU LIVING A LIE
It take him a bit to get around here, didn't it? Well, it didn't matter; he'd been busy. Seizing power in a group and then laying the groundwork to hold that power was time-consuming.

Not that the timeframe really mattered; he doubted Bluestem Prairie of all places was itching for a visit from the local boogieman. He knew they were technically enemies, but he didn't remember why; maybe it was another group Cat villainized because they could, or maybe there were deeper issues.

But none of that mattered now. Bluestem was set neatly between the Badlands and Flintlock, so he couldn't keep ignoring them if he wanted to set up trade routes with Flintlock. So here the new Top Dog of the Badlands was, perched neatly on the back of a fluffy mare who was taking her sweet time moving in the humid spring air.

He was approaching a town, and checked his map. Graveyard, this was the place; but instead of riding into the middle of town like a moron, he stopped a half-mile from the town's borders and waited. It was a bit difficult to find Bluestem's true borders anyways, so he figured this would have to be polite enough.
Waste no worry for the world, &
Let it be a tragedy of love and glory, &
While they wait by gates of pearl, &
We'll be building palaces in purgatory, &
(IC Opinions)

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The Badlands / CAUSE I GOT SOMETHING TO ADMIT --- meeting 3/14/2020
« on: March 14, 2020, 08:47:17 PM »
| | | YOU'RE A VILLAINOUS THING
AND WE CAN'T HAVE YOU LIVING A LIE
It was about that time, wasn't it? The echo of Cat calling for a meeting still stuck to his mind like tar, the memory so deeply inlaid it made him dizzy when no such thing actually happened.

Right, he should be getting onto things. Salem sent out informants to gather the group, not that it was particularly necessary; a Sunday night like this, most people were hanging around the casino looking for a drink or a game.

He stepped onto the pool table, the poor furniture creaking from so much misuse. But still, it held steady and Salem was able to stand tall over the people in the casino. The man was much healthier-looking than he had been at the last meeting; the virulent rage that'd grasped him had melted off somewhat.

"Meeting time! I want everybody listening nice and good," Salem called out.
Waste no worry for the world, &
Let it be a tragedy of love and glory, &
While they wait by gates of pearl, &
We'll be building palaces in purgatory, &
(IC Opinions)

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The Badlands / the only thing left that's free --- open, beach day
« on: March 08, 2020, 01:59:41 PM »
| | | YOU'RE A VILLAINOUS THING
AND WE CAN'T HAVE YOU LIVING A LIE
It wasn't even spring yet, but the weather had turned for the better as swift winds in the night had pushed most of the clouds out of the sky, leaving the seaside city to bake in the sun. Salem would've sworn it was the start of a heatwave if it wasn't the beginning of March and therefore would likely snow again in a week.

Still, the future weather and date meant nothing when Salem was bobbing on a plastic inner-tube out in the shallows. The beach wasn't too active today, but the water was nice and he had nothing better to be doing so.. Inner-tube time.
Waste no worry for the world, &
Let it be a tragedy of love and glory, &
While they wait by gates of pearl, &
We'll be building palaces in purgatory, &
(IC Opinions)

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The Badlands / a pocketful of serotonin --- open, raid
« on: March 03, 2020, 10:46:30 PM »
| | | YOU'RE A VILLAINOUS THING
AND WE CAN'T HAVE YOU LIVING A LIE
He said there'd be a raid, and he meant there'd be a fucking raid. He wanted to test the combat capabilities of his members, and why not strike at a particularly bountiful community about twenty miles north of the Badlands? Sure it took a lot of traveling, which was where the horses in the stables came in handy, but they were going to strike and they were going to win.

"Alright, debrief before we charge in. I want you all bringing back things that prove your prowess and specialties; whether that be defeating and capturing people, stealing valuable things or causing general mayhem. So there's your objective, and if you've got any questions save them for after the raid, eh?"



They struck at midday. With the sun high overhead and the small fishing village alive with activity as many people went about their daily lives, with only a smattering of armed guards to defend the general populace. The town stunk with the smell of fish and incense as cooks prepared the fish brought in by the fishermen and many people lit sticks of incense to drive away the smell.

The Badlands swept down from the hills in a disorganized but deadly quick assault. In a flash a kind but small community made up of working families was thrown into complete chaos, armed guards drawing what weapons they had to fend off vicious attackers while unarmed adults dragged children into small shanty huts and barred the doors with their own bodies.

Salem rode down on his horse, a fine mare he'd already forgotten the name of and who he'd likely never ride again after this raid was complete. He hadn't picked a target among the swirl of chaos and fighting yet, and was happy to act more as a figurehead; a beacon of serenity among the bloodshed.
Waste no worry for the world, &
Let it be a tragedy of love and glory, &
While they wait by gates of pearl, &
We'll be building palaces in purgatory, &
(IC Opinions)

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The Badlands / The Casino THE WEARY WILL NEVER SURVIVE --- Takeover Meeting, 3/1/2020
« on: March 01, 2020, 10:56:14 PM »
| | | YOU'RE A VILLAINOUS THING
AND WE CAN'T HAVE YOU LIVING A LIE
Cat Leaving Thread

The silence was deafening. Nobody had seen Cat, Gav, Paige, Molly, Louie- really all of Cat's family clan in over a day, their houses ransacked and abandoned. Salem Loyalists - his informants, minions, whatever you called them - were swarming the territory, many having been called back from missions in other groups.

The entire situation screamed danger, and for a fleeting few hours the territory of the Badlands fell silent and still as they awaited the results of whatever activity had gone on. The messages written around the territory were impossible to ignore; threats directed towards Catalyst, Gavril, their children, some subtle and others spraypainted onto walls. It took until the evening for whispers of an emergency meeting to slowly trickle through the group's members, and for a sizable enough crowd to gather at the casino to see who was left standing.

With an easy grin that turned pained as he climbed on top of the pool table, Salem moved to address the group. He had dried blood crusted under his nails, his clothes hung from his bruised form and were splattered with dirt, mud and grit. His breath was rasping and quick, and there was an indescribable spark of something intense in his eyes.

"It is my utmost pleasure to tell you that our dear, gentle Catalyst, has decided to take an extended vacation and left the whole leading the Badlands thing to yours truly," Salem broke the news in the only way he saw fit; in a rambling, sarcastic way that left plenty of things implied.

"If anybody's got a problem with that, just count your blessings your little messiah is still breathing out there; I've done worse to people for less than what they did, you know," Salem brushed his hands to clear off perceived dust as he spoke, and paced back and forth on the pool table. Manic, distracted and energetic; a long way off from his normal, albeit strange day-to-day behavior.

"So, so, so! Moving on from Catalyst-" He spat the name like it was venom. "Lets get into the changes I'm making around here.

Firstly, the name of the Boss rank is changed back to Top Dog. The other ranks are fine, but if any of you called me Boss I think I'd puke.

Meetings will still be held on Sundays, the next one will be on the fifteenth. We'll do all the normal meeting stuff- in fact, goodness how could I forget! Everybody give your warmest welcome to Draekon! And try not to spook him too much, hmm?

Micheal, Mikey-boy, I would like you to step up and do something for me as well. I love your work, but I need to know I can trust you without Cat around to hold your leash, so I'd like you to openly swear loyalty to me real quick. After all, we've all learned our lessons about letting volatile matchsticks run around unsupervised,"
A cackling went up around the room, as Salem's informants lost it in their violent, drug-fueled haze.

Salem waited until they quieted to continue, his eyes roaming through the crowd; looking for somebody, but whoever he was looking for was clearly not there and he turned his gaze towards the ceiling sharply.

"No promotions right now, darlings. But I will be watching very closely in the next few weeks for people to promote; hot tip, if you're doing something that'd disappoint your parents, I'll take more interest in it," Because frankly, it'd gotten too familial around here; sure that meant the group had been happy and stable, but the thought made him sick now; it was tainted with memories of Cat and Paige.

"And as a final statement, I'm tired of us being chummy-chummy. Show me your fucking claws, give me a reason to lead a group of sadshits like yourselves. I was thinking about introducing an annual Purge- but I won't, yet. Instead I'll encourage you all to go out, do something reprehensible and show me the results! Any progress is good progress, eh?
To go along with that, there will be a raid in a day or two, and in a week we'll be hosting a tournament with our allies to show off our skills, and if any of you embarrass me-"
Salem took a calming breath, which didn't calm him at all but gave an appropriately dramatic pause. "-You'll be wishing you got the Catalyst treatment, understood?"

His dazzling smile was plastered on, and he observed the crowd with barely-repressed rage. "Got it? Lovely. Please save your questions and comments for somebody who cares," He clapped his hands as he spoke, and rubbed them together as he watched the crowd.

"Mike! You're on, friend; a vow of loyalty, in case you forgot,"

Spoiler: OOC Catchup • show
Meeting tl;dr:
—ICly Catalyst, Gavril, Mo, Basile, Louie, Molly, Paige and Felicity have all fled the Badlands due to threats to their lives. OOCly, Bryne stepped down
—The Boss/Leader rank has been renamed to Top Dog
—Welcome to Gorgon, who's playing Draekon!
—Micheal was asked to swear loyalty (He will not be demoted regardless of answer unless Aj requests it, it's more of a flavortext thing)
—Next meeting will be on the 15th of March
—No promotions but I am looking for people to promote
—All Badlanders are encouraged to "show their claws", basically do some bad stuff
—There will be an NPC raid either on the 2nd or 3rd
—Next week there will be a tournament with BL's allies, more details on the way!

Well hi hello! I will start off by introducing myself; I'm Darky, I'm a nonbinary minor, a hardcore introvert and I've been in BL with Salem since June of last year, and I'm both excited to lead and wracked with panic. For full disclosure, I have bad social anxiety and intense mood swings which I am managing, but I'll likely not be nearly as social of a leader as Bryne. But I am very friendly and I don't bite, so don't be afraid to approach me for any reason; trust me, I'm likely to be more scared of you than you are of me.
I led back on the catsite that shall not be named a few years ago, so I'm rusty but I've got a bit of experience under my belt and I'm eager to serve as a hopefully-fun leader!

To move into BL-centric things, I've got plans! So many plans. For the next few months, the Badlands will be moving into more of an experimental phase, as I've been calling it. In case anybody missed, we recently had a Future Event Systems Poll which came out as a split down the middle, so I'm going to be running another poll in that same thread that will last until next meeting. If you already voted, please vote again in the new poll!

The Badlands will also be going back to its roots; basically, I'm going to be encouraging more villainous type stuff. The community I wish to foster will be a competitive, violent brotherhood where bonds are created through blood and hardship. Time will tell if this is actually what will happen, but that's the direction I wish to take the Badlands.

I will also be running more events, causing more havoc, etc. I am also looking for people who want to run events or group-wide plots! It can be something as simple as a raid on an NPC group to something as massive as a natural disaster. I am open to all ideas except for moving territories, so feel free to message me and make suggestions or volunteer!

I will be sending out Salem to inform the other groups of the change in leadership within the next week and renegotiate alliances and neutralities. I still need to discuss with the leaders of the other groups how the diplomacy will work out, but dw it is being handled.

Another thing, I will be posting a full OOC rundown of my plans for leaderships for the next few months and my plans for succession. This will likely will go up in the next 1-2 weeks, but I won't give any exact dates since I'm going to have my hands full with other things.

[hr]

And, as a final note, I'd like to congratulate Bryne for a steady, expansive reign fronted by the amazing character of Catalyst. We have had our disagreements in the past over some of her decisions, but I endlessly support her in her future endeavours and I will look back on Catalyst's time as leader with fuzzy happiness.
Her support of me taking over with Salem is really the only reason I was willing to put my hangups and doubts aside and seriously consider leading. I can only hope I'll live up to her expectations and the dutiful, responsible and welcoming precedent she's set. And I welcome her back with open arms if and when she decides to return to the Badlands, whether it be with Cat or anybody else.

Final-final note, love you Noccy and I hope to see you return with another character someday! I hope your new pastures are green and plentiful.
Waste no worry for the world, &
Let it be a tragedy of love and glory, &
While they wait by gates of pearl, &
We'll be building palaces in purgatory, &
(IC Opinions)

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The Badlands / not to forget the chains --- open, fake funeral
« on: February 16, 2020, 06:38:08 PM »
LIES A THOUSAND HORRIFYING MEMORIES | | |
tw: death and mourning, all an act
//This is essentially just a joke thread about a fake funeral, have your character roll w/ it or call bullshit either way have fun

"Today we are here in memory of Fizzy Lifting Drinks; he was a good man, a good father and a good husband. He will be remembered as a friend to all," Salem's voice was solemn as he read out of the empty blue notebook he'd been handed, making up things as he went along.

Sure, it was kinda grim, but mock funerals were more interesting than sitting around on your ass all day. The organizer of the event, a snide little Grunt with a dark sense of humor, had even assigned everybody a role; Salem was told to make a speech while the assigned pallbearers lowered the empty coffin into a grave dug earlier by a bunch of terrified Worms.

Everybody was wearing black clothes, at least everybody taking the event seriously. Some had simply come to check out what the commotion was, while the serious actors were fake crying and holding little torn-up black umbrellas to really sell the entire thing.

"Now, if anybody would like to speak, I'll hand off the microphone," Salem said while still holding the broken microphone in both hands, but he was resting it against his chest now instead of holding it to his mouth like it actually did anything.

He glanced around the crowd before picking out somebody random. "You there! Come up and say some words about Fizzy Lifting Drinks,"
I feel the unbearable weight, &
I sense the ripping of my shame, &
I hear the sigh of indifference &
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LIES A THOUSAND HORRIFYING MEMORIES | | |
TW: Mentions of previous violent activity, brief injury mention, alcohol

The sky was a beautiful shade of autumn red, and the clouds reflected gold as they drifted lazily inland. Salem was armed with nothing but an unopened bottle of scotch with a red bow tied around the neck of the bottle. A housewarming gift, sort of; given the fact Sheo had been living undisturbed and unnoticed in the library for nearly a year now, it wasn't like Sheogorath was a newcomer to the area.

It was just a convenient excuse to go say hello, and what could he say? If you ignored the long history of violence, disobedience, bullying and drug dealing he was a perfectly fine human being. The stories told in the lines of his hands and quiet but noticeable wheeze of his breathing were harder to ignore, but Salem hoped Sheo would be one of the blind ones.

He'd been without a friend since Austin's death, anyways.

So he walked up to the door of the library and knocked three times sharply, before stepping back and tapping a pattern on the ground with his uninjured foot. Enthusiasm turned into a wide grin splitting his face as he waited, only marred by the idea that Sheo might not be home.

@Sheogorath
I feel the unbearable weight, &
I sense the ripping of my shame, &
I hear the sigh of indifference &
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The Badlands / there's a hole in your logic --- open
« on: January 10, 2020, 06:54:02 PM »
LIES A THOUSAND HORRIFYING MEMORIES | | |
He found himself on the dock; that half-rotten, barely stable wooden thing built at most thirty feet into the water. It was stained with graffiti and worn down from decades of never being cared for. It was probably just as dilapidated in the old world too, to be frank.

Playing with a smooth stone in one hand, he gazed over the sea. It was freezing cold, but the waves still crashed against the shore with such vigor that it couldn't be frozen over. He liked it this way, wild and untamed; there was no domesticity with the sea, there was no growing at peace with mediocrity. Perhaps this was his true punishment, to become lazily content and only have the memory of his captain's prowess.

"Or I'm thinking stupid thoughts, I'm not a fucking philosopher," Salem mumbled to himself, skipping the stone he'd been holding. It skipped once over the water before it hit a wave and sank. "Ugh, what I'd give for something interesting to happen around here,"
I feel the unbearable weight, &
I sense the ripping of my shame, &
I hear the sigh of indifference &
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