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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, &
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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, &
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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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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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The Badlands / WE DO SHINE --- grieving oneshot
« on: January 02, 2020, 05:47:34 PM »
LIES A THOUSAND HORRIFYING MEMORIES | | |
//TW: Excessive drinking/alcoholism as a coping mechanism and results of such; Talk of death and murder; Blood and minor injuries; Negative talk about family members/parents; An excessive amount of self loathing if you read between the lines

Death was a funny thing; on one hand, it was an abrupt end to a large chronicle of life. In one instant, all the memories, all the feelings, every thought that'd ever dashed through their head drained out of a person. On the other hand, the world bathed in death; it was the natural order of life. All things came to an end, even good things.

Salem wasn't sure how he was supposed to process Austin's death. They'd been friends, surprisingly; given Salem's social nature but emotional distance, and Austin's primary focus on rebuilding his family, one would think they'd have little but the time of day for each other. But well, that's how Salem's friendships tended to go; it wasn't an overwhelming companionship, but a steady anchor he'd return to.

And now, he was simply drifting out to sea not knowing where he was going, or where he'd end up.

He took another swig from his flask; Despite being holed up in the casino where regular glasses were readily available, he didn't want anybody to see how much he'd been drinking. He'd been in a drunken haze for most of the day, and he'd spent the previous night also drinking himself into a stupor. Things hurt less when he couldn't feel them, he found.

He'd even left The Thing with his informants at one of their safehouses, knowing he wouldn't be in his right mind to take care of the puppy. He was sure those addicted idiots were having the times of their lives, and having a puppy around had certainly distracted them from mustering any concern for his well being.

Though honestly, perhaps he could use a bit of concern; not that Austin had ever stopped Salem from being a blatant alcoholic when he was alive, but it was a pretty shitty way to mourn his friend's death. But what else could he do? When his brother died, he'd let himself be consumed by the feelings of anger it brought, but now he just felt weighed by sadness, which was a lot less productive than anger.

He tipped back his flask, stood up from the table and hurried out of the casino. If anybody saw how difficult it was for him to walk straight, well, nobody made any indication they did.



He lit six candles and put them on his mantle. Perhaps the worst idea for a drunken, grieving man to do, but if they did manage to fall over and set his home on fire he definitely deserved such a fate. Honestly, he probably shouldn't have lit a candle for Kiin at all; but well, he hadn't been thinking and now he didn't want to waste it.

Sitting back on his ratty old couch, he shut his eyes and waited for his head to stop spinning. He wished someone was here, now that he was alone he realized he very much didn't want to be alone. But he'd puke if he stood up, so he stayed seated and let the isolation gnaw away at him.

"Fuck, if my folks could see me now," Salem said aloud to the empty room. What would his parents think of him? They probably wouldn't be as proud as Cat's parents were of them. His folks were never happy with him, but he was always playing second fiddle to his older brother anyways; they probably wouldn't know what to do with him now that he was grown and couldn't be snapped at to go do his homework, or distracted by a new toy.

"Little Monty, a renegade and criminal, too pathetic to even notice when his friend was dying," Salem chuckled as he picked at some exposed stuffing on the arm of the couch. "What a shame our better child got slaughtered like a pig, and we're much too old to make another one, and Monty could never be put in charge of a baby, heavens forbid!" He raised his voice's pitch a bit, badly imitating a shrewd, shrieking type of speaking that he figured his mother probably sounded like; he frankly couldn't remember and he couldn't remember her face either.

"What a shame, what a shame," He added, though his voice dropped as he started getting a bit tired of the mocking. His mother might be dead too, for all he knew. "What a shame all the good die young, and the bastards get to live on, searching for answers at the bottom of the bottle,"

He sighed, and tried to take a sip from his flask only to find it was empty. He huffed and stood up, head spinning as he stumbled to his bar. He rummaged through one of the cabinets and found something already half-empty, and he wasn't one to go to waste so he grabbed a sort-of dirty funnel and poured the rest of the bottle into his flask, which was thankfully big enough.

He didn't notice he was passing out until his head hit the floor and the bottle smashed into the ground beside him, his flask and funnel leaking bourbon onto the floorboards.



Hours later, he awoke. He picked up the bigger glass shards by hand and threw them out, and mopped up the spilled booze. Certainly not the best thing to wake up to, but he'd been in worse spots and he knew he'd be in even worse spots in the future.

So that meant it was perfectly acceptable to go upstairs, pass out on his bed and ignore the bloody cuts on his palms from picking up the glass.
I feel the unbearable weight, &
I sense the ripping of my shame, &
I hear the sigh of indifference &
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The Badlands / once more, with passion --- open, puppy
« on: December 27, 2019, 06:57:39 PM »
LIES A THOUSAND HORRIFYING MEMORIES | | |
//tw: Mentioned unspecified drug use; Animal abuse mention but icly Salem's very against it

"I shouldn't question where you got this fucking thing, huh?" Salem said, as one of his informants presented him with a squirming, yipping puppy. Yeah, he said he'd need practice being paternal and shit for when Sel's kid came into the world kicking, but he hadn't meant that as a "go steal someone's dog" command.

He took the puppy from the masked informant, who seemed to be shaking with excitement - or it was a side effect of the drugs he'd given them - who quickly saluted him, and then darted off. The pup squirmed in his arms, trying to sniff and lick at his face while simultaneously kicking at the arms holding it aloft. Stupid, smelly, naive thing.

"No way, no getting attached. I'm finding your owner, okay? Or I'm pawning you off on someone," Salem huffed, trying to hold it away from himself as he awkwardly put on his shoes without using his hands and started heading towards the casino. There was no way he was adopting a goddamn dog, he could barely take care of himself and for all his faults he wasn't going to become an animal abuser on top of them.


It was three days later since his informant had given him a dog, and Salem wasn't feeling attached. He just hadn't managed to find the right person to take the puppy in yet! He'd asked around the casino every day and he just felt uncomfortable leaving the naive thing in the hands of a known murderer, or alcoholic, or resident lunatic.

Heh, kind of ironic considering he was all three of those things. But still, he knew that he wasn't going to hurt the dog just for sick kicks. Gods he needed to give the pup a name, it was getting annoying referring to it as just "the dog" or "puppy". But didn't names mean attachment? Fuck, he was really stuck in a rock and a hard place.

"I'll just call you The Thing, okay? Like the movie, or whatever," Salem said, picking some softer bits of meat off the bony mess of rabbit he was butchering and tossing it to the ground for Thing to grab and then devour hungrily. "Nobody'll care if you're already named, plus my names are fucking amazing." Salem added.

Looking down, he realized the Thing's whining hadn't been overzealous begging and instead a cry for help, in this case the help being a bathroom break. Salem rushed to the front door and threw it open, and the Thing darted down to the tiny, shitty patch of grass in front of Salem's abode and relieved itself.

"That could've been a fucking disaster," Salem sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. Yeah, he needed to unload this dog as soon as possible.
I feel the unbearable weight, &
I sense the ripping of my shame, &
I hear the sigh of indifference &
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The Badlands / GO DOWN FIGHTING --- open, raid announcement
« on: December 16, 2019, 07:28:52 PM »
LIES A THOUSAND HORRIFYING MEMORIES | | |
"Cat told me we're finally giving those City bastards what-for, so everybody that can hold a weapon get over here!" Salem called, actually riding - albeit unsteadily - one of the horses the Badlands cared for, for some reason. He'd had plenty more horses saddled up and brought into town, since they were going quite far. "Everyone grab a horse and follow me, we move out immediately,"

Link: http://www.bearbonesrp.com/index.php?topic=22658.0
I feel the unbearable weight, &
I sense the ripping of my shame, &
I hear the sigh of indifference &
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Loner Lands / The City YOU MADE ME RUN --- raid on the City, open to badlanders & loners
« on: December 16, 2019, 07:28:31 PM »
LIES A THOUSAND HORRIFYING MEMORIES | | |
//Threadwide Trigger Warnings:
Violence, gun violence, injuries, death, general raiding activities

"Figures they would've gutted this place already," Salem commented morosely, sitting at the makeshift camp set up within the past few hours by a few driven Badlanders. They were hidden from the prying eyes of the City by crumbling walls all around them, and he was pretty sure this used to be a Walmart before the apocalypse left it abandoned. They were on the very outskirts of the City, and from what he knew their little raiding party hadn't been seen yet; they'd tried to scavenge supplies here, but there wasn't anything useful left. Least it was a good place to hide the horses.

The city was certainly a locale to visit; the skeleton structures that sliced through the clouds like a horrible metal jungle seemed abandoned apart from rats and wild animals that happened to inhabit it now that humans didn't bother to drive them away anymore; but the City wasn't abandoned, and every so often he'd see a flash of something humanoid lurking in the moonlight when he glanced outside.

Kinda creepy, but he sort of digged it.

"Alright, game plan everybody. We're in enemy territory, and we're sure as fuck going even further behind enemy lines soon. I know a bunch of you had cold feet and we dragged you here anyways, so you're going to stay here and guard the camp." Salem explained. "The rest of us are going to methodically move through the city in a swath; buddy system, squads of four minimum. Loot whatever useful things you find, and shoot anybody you see that isn't a Badlander," He hoped there weren't any Northstar District people visiting, but hey, he didn't care that much. "If someone on your squad gets seriously injured, bring them back here immediately. We all meet back here once dawn breaks, so I suggest getting as far as possible and then working your way back here. Alright! Everybody's dismissed, you can gather into groups and leave at your discretion,"
I feel the unbearable weight, &
I sense the ripping of my shame, &
I hear the sigh of indifference &
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OOC Discussion / Biweekly Tasks Community Comments
« on: December 15, 2019, 04:23:13 PM »
That sure is a title isn't it, well I wanted it to be as cohesive as possible so idc.

So! The Tasks have lagged in activity significantly the past few rounds, so I'd appreciate some input on things people may dislike about it, like about it, and things that can be done to make it better and more interesting! Or hell, maybe its fallen out of favor and people want a different reoccurring event.

And just so everybody's clear, I'm aware December and November are particularly harsh months for activity site-wide; this thread is also to ask the question whether people are busy with RL things and therefore aren't participating, or if people have lost interest in the Tasks themselves.

So yep! Give me what critiques, comments, suggestions, etc you have. All feedback is appreciated!!

As a last note, this isn't meant to be a "call-out" for anybody! Please don't feel guilty for not participating in the Tasks, nobody has infinite time and I understand plenty of people might not enjoy them! This is purely to gauge group-wide interest in the Tasks, no individuals are being criticized.

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