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Post by Ambassador SteelPlate on Jun 7, 2013 2:05:51 GMT -5
All across America, the people were happy. And why shouldn't they be? The country was doing better than it had in years, and seemed to be getting better every following year. The economy was soaring, with the gap between the poor and the middle class fading little by little. This was because unemployment was now down to 1%, a land mark statistic that was, in previous years, and even centuries, unheard of, and even thought to be impossible. People had jobs. People had money, and bought the things they needed and wanted. With such prosperity, it wasn't hard to see that crime rates had also gone down drastically. Who needed to commit crime when life was so good? Things were no different in New York City. The once ghetto-esque area, known as The Bronx, once filled with thugs, vandalism, theft, gangs, and much crime, was now slowing becoming as nice as even Brooklyn. Gangs slowly died away, since there was really nothing for them to fight over. Vandalism stopped as the thugs had jobs to go perform on a daily basis. Such amazing changes were kept note of the NFA, or the New Founders of America, the dominant political party of the United States. They had rose to prominence over the years, casting a shadow of the long deemed worthless Republicans and Democrats that had, for centuries, been running the country into the ground. They became the dominant party in 2019, but even before then, they had plenty of influence to progress their agenda. And it was them that everyone attributed the success of the country. And the NFA attributed the source of their success on one single night... One night...March 22nd...7PM - 7AM Today was March 22nd, 2022. There was a noticeable difference in the people today, which would completely baffle and stun an ignorant observer. Businesses closed at 2PM, which some didn't even open. Nowhere in the country was school held. Churches, community meetings, nothing of the sort took place. No planes took off, no trains departed. Nobody seemed to have any intent on traveling. By 5PM, the highways were empty, and so were most roads. Many skyscrapers of the city were dark, as they had closed down earlier, and many of them had been locked down as tightly as they could be. The only light were the street lamps, and the spots of apartment lights. The power hummed on, working just fine, but people seemed to want it less all of a sudden. At 6PM...everything seemed to hang still. New York City, and the rest of the country was eerily quiet. Occasionally, somebody would be spotted outside. But usually they ran, evidently in a rather large hurry, doing whatever they needed and quickly heading back inside. These gaps between these events increased as the clock struck 6:30PM, and with that progression of time, the people moved quicker and more frantically. They completely halted when the clock struck 6:50PM. At 6:56, the United States seemed to hold it's breathe. And then...at 7PM...a message appeared on the screen of every TV that was on. This is an Emergency Broadcast signal, announcing the commencement of the Annual Purge. At this siren, all Emergency Services will be suspended...your Government thanks you for cooperation.And just like that...the Fifth Annual Purge had begun. God Help America |
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Post by Salvahkiin on Jun 7, 2013 2:20:18 GMT -5
Aaron knew all too well the dangers of the Purge, he had been injured before in one, and nearly died. But this year was different.
He had been selected for Mandy Stark's game, but he thought he was prepared for anything the Purge would bring. When the alarm went off, he had been double checking his Beretta 92's. They were beauties.
He put his guns into his hip holsters and ran off, he was more agile and faster then most, he used this to his advantage. He checked his watch when he was out of breath, 7:07PM, not too bad. He creeped around the building he was in, it was an abandoned factory, 2 story, 2nd held an overlook, and the Manager's office. Aaron decided against the stairs, they were latticed steel, too noisy. He instead vaulted over the railing, and landed flat on his feet, barely making a noise. He heard noise. Could he have been spotted this early? He didn't take any chances, he took a crouch-run towards the emergency exit, busting the door open.
As soon as he was out, he kicked dust in one direction, the opposite he was heading, and ran light footed the other way. He spotted an air vent at the bottom of the foundation of a building, he slid along the ground and kicked the vent, launching himself into it, and he watched, watched for any and all movement.
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Post by Court Baron Butters on Jun 8, 2013 0:13:24 GMT -5
“Oh excellent” The female voice broke the silence it was characterized by a waning accent of unknown origins, the woman slowly began making her way towards an abandoned car garage, the structure was almost entirely made of concrete with one large completely open entrance at the front of the building and two small door sized exits at the back on either side, while the building offered no protection to those inside Xanthe still found it quite practical for her uses.
The woman began making her way towards the structure, it had served her well in the pass she had performed many medical procedures on the large stone elevated platform in the middle of the building. You see it was typical for a passer by come across the place in need of assistance, every purge Xanthe took it upon herself to help those in need and demanded protection from anyone she fixed up. Although no one came back she figured that them leaving her alone was better payment than she could have asked for.
It was almost 7:08 now and Xanthe was awaiting for the massacres to begin as always, as she hid herself behind the raised platform waiting for someone to come by.
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Post by <> MetaWulf <> on Jun 8, 2013 19:00:24 GMT -5
7:00PM
Earl lit a cigarette, then found himself staring at the burning flame of his Zippo lighter. It was made of heavy stainless steel, and the flame danced in the breeze that rushed down the alley ways of New York. The fire mesmerized him as it had ancient man long before Earl Dickie was born. He snapped the lid closed, effectively snapping himself out of his daydream.
The sirens went off, and the small radio attached to Dickie's hip hissed as the radio gave the commencement broadcast. Gunfire echoed through the streets almost immediatley. A muffled explosion rumbled the streets, and a loud vehicle roared away from the explosions two streets over from Dickie. He just sat there, smoking his cigarette. Earl Dickie had decided (almost too late.) that the construction site would work well as his first shelter from the chaos.
The framework and most of the concrete was finished, but the building had no windows and no doors. John waited on the fifth floor, walking slowly patrolling the building's windows from the shadows. Most shit-heads wouldn't expect anyone to be hiding in such a vulnerable area, and Dickie was counting on it. The first few hours would be the most violent. And then there was Stark's gang to worry about. His apartment was in Queens, so it would take them a while to track him down, if they assumed he was home.
Normally, Dickie would stalk the alleys, gunning down anoye who looked slightly murderous. Tonight, however, the hunter was being hunted. Earl began to think over his battle plan for the night, when he froze. He had heard noises from the first floor....
Earl Dickie pulled the slide on his assualt rifle. An armor piercing .308 round was shoved into the forged firing chamber. Dickie checked his Rhino, then closed it and spun the chamber before replacing it in his belt. And with that, he began silently making his way down the skeletal stairs.
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Post by Ambassador SteelPlate on Jun 9, 2013 0:22:43 GMT -5
(Gonna try to keep you guys close. Don't team up for a bit. I want to hunt each of you individually first. When Mandy in her group is not with you, I'll "spawn" some random Purgers for you to have fun with.)  A loud siren sounded across the country five times to mark the commencement of the Purge. Within a few moments of the Purge, the first gunshot was fired in the Bronx (no surprise) as two thugs gunned each other down in the middle of the street. Down the block, a man bludgeoned his wife with a baseball bat. Further down, five people were punching and kicking one man in his back yard. They later drowned him in his own pool. There was live coverage of the Purge everyone, from coast to coast of the United States. At one point during the evening, there would eventually be two hundred and forty people purging in one place. The events are perhaps better left imagined than described. Arsonists were lighting up buildings, looters broke into stores that weren't heavily guarded, women (and men) were raped, beatings happened on every other street... The New Founders of America had, in the days approaching the Fifth Annual Purge, had predicted that this would be the most successful Purge to date. And so far...it was living up to that expectation without question. And in the midst of it all...one group set out. Randall Stevens owned a black Hummer, while Kent Williams had a black Surburban SUV. The Hummer, while most efficient car in terms of fuel, but with a few modifications (armor, lights, a machine gun mounted on the top), was perfect for making trips around the city during the Purge. The Suburban was also armored, but lacked a machine (those were expensive!). Road Rage was a big concern when it came to vehicular travel. A group of people were riding in the Hummer and Surburban. All of them wore black body armor that resembled the standard S.W.A.T armor. They were each armed and wore packs of ammunition on their belts. They were clearly hunting tonight. They clearly had a destination, as they went past several brawls and gunfights and road rage, but no attention was given to any of them. And for good reason. They didn't want the attention. Less interference. Aside from the occasional asshole who tried to ram them with his jeep, the group was largely ignored. They drove towards their first destination: an apartment complex. Not all of the group was here, the rest was out doing recon, but they weren't far. Fortunately, all of the Phone Book's victims hadn't been too far from each other. And their movements since the Purge had begun brought them a bit closer. The Hummer was parked in a obscure and hidden location within the complex. The passenger door opened, and a heavy boot touched the ground. A tall woman emerged from the vehicle, her long black hair flowing in the wind, a charming smile on her lips, a pretty blue baptisia in her hair, and an assault rifle in her hands. She took a deep breath of the night air. She could smell gunfire and smoke as something in the distance was burned to the ground by arsonists. "Smells like the Purge!" Mandy Stark said softly. Earl Dickie underestimated Mandy and her fellow Purgers. They kept tabs on him. Ever since they'd failed to kill him, and he turned down their offer to join them...they kept a close eye on him whenever they could. They had done this before. With Dickie being the failed hunt last year...he was the top of the kill list this year. "Alright, Megan," Mandy said to the girl with the glasses in a low voice. "You stay with me. Everyone keep quiet. He knows we're coming..." "Powering on my Night vision." Megan said, quietly and enthusiastically. She liked to think she was a gal from Star Trek fighting some kind of aliens. That was cool. "Goggles on. Vision at optimal levels." "That's nice, Megan..." Mandy sighed. "Jesus, you're a fucking dork." Kent Williams spoke up. "I am not!" Megan hissed. "Shut up. both of you!" Mandy silenced them. The sounds that Earl Dicke heard were not, in fact, Mandy and her gang. It was actually a woman strangling a young man with a belt. "You just wouldn't stay away..." The woman was saying softly. "You're garbage...my daughter deserves better!" The kid was trying to free himself, but he was turning purple and was visibly weakening. _____________________________________________ An abandoned warehouse was never empty. Who knew what kind of forgotten treasures lay around such a place? A group of looters, armed mildly with pistols and a machete or two, made their way inside, and had been looting some old boxes when they heard a faint sound, followed by something falling (the vent being kicked open). They ran towards the sound, guns and blades raised. ____________________________________________ Xanthe was soon faced with a different problem. A bloodied man was limping down the road not far from the car garage. He was unarmed. Stumbling and tumbling...the man eventually collapsed in a heap in front of the garage. His moans were quite audible. |
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Post by Salvahkiin on Jun 11, 2013 1:39:30 GMT -5
Aaron watched as the group of 6 all came out of the building, he was ready. He silently got out, and aimed his shots perfectly, he killed two of them with the first 2 bullets fired out of his Berettas, then threw one beretta at a mans face, breaking his nose, then the other two were relatively close, and Aaron lunged out of the firing line, slid along the ground, grabbed his other beretta, aimed his shots upside down, and fired, killing them both, he then proceeded to snap the neck of the crying man. He checked their bodies for ammo, and found 2 clips for his guns, and kept them for later use. Aaron then went to an apartment complex nearby.
He didn't know the dangers waiting for him.....
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Post by Court Baron Butters on Jun 17, 2013 15:09:13 GMT -5
The moans of pain erupting from the dying man struck the ear of an attentive Xanthe, she was ready to commence the complicated routine of getting his body to the building it was a task that she felt had been performed a million times by herself, she slowly crept up to the now incapacitated body in the street with her LCP in hand and assessing the man was unarmed and unconscious, also noticing a minor amount of blood loss although the man himself was covered in the blood of possibly others she grabbed a large man sized towel from her bag of medical supplies and began her routine…
A dirt rut that joggers used instead of the sidewalk stretched for possibly miles, it was almost impossible to differentiate between foot steps because of the high traffic that went through it, it was hidden from the street by bushes and a few trees.
Xanthe’s plan was riding on the landscape of the area to not only keep her hidden but hide her tracks, she holstered her LCP and put the towel she had grabbed underneath the man and administering gauze strips to open wounds to prevent any bleeding quickly after she made sure no blood was dripping from the man, with the towel still underneath the man to ensure there was no blood on the road to track, she began making her way in the opposite direction of the garage only stopping occasionally to scan the area.
After traveling around 8 yards from the compound she began to drag him through the bushes leaving an obvious part in the bushes, she slowly proceeded to drag the body over the sidewalk and into the dirt rut which was no longer hidden from the bushes in the small area due to the part she had created in the bushes she stopped once again making sure the man was not leaving tracks of blood, Xanthe noted the tracks she had reformed the day before the purge had begun, the track went through the grass perpendicular to the dirt rut it stretched all the way back to the city, she had used this every year since the purge began to make trackers believe she headed in that direction, the track would lead anyone far enough back that she could finish most medical procedures by the time they came back, although there likely wouldn’t be any reason for someone to come back seeing as the track led into the city.
‘8 more yards’ Xanthe thought to herself as she began to drag the body back in the direction of the garage making sure to only walk on the jogging trail she only stopped occasionally to ensure there was no blood trail and to scan the area making sure no one was following her, she finally made it back to the garage and propped the man on the table. The gauze she put on him had sufficed to stop bleeding; she checked his pulse and made sure he was still breathing and then she began to feel what exactly was wrong with the man it was getting dark and she didn’t want to use her flash light if she could simply asses the man’s condition by feel.
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Post by <> MetaWulf <> on Jun 29, 2013 20:18:26 GMT -5
Earl stood in the darkness of the concrete stairs, watching the woman strangle the young man.
For fuck sake, they had to do that in this construction site, didn't they? Drawing attention to this place...
Dickie made his way silently to them, his military background running like an auto-pilot. He put the butt of his assault rifle upside the woman's head, knocking her off of the young man. Earl kneeled down, never taking his eyes off the woman, and cut the belt from the kid's throat. He shoved the knife in it's sheath, adjusted his heavy armor, and walked backwards into the shadow of the stairwell.
"Get the fuck outta' here." he said quietly to them both, giving them a murderous glare.
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Post by <> MetaWulf <> on Aug 5, 2013 22:09:49 GMT -5
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Post by Ambassador SteelPlate on Aug 10, 2013 5:51:13 GMT -5
Aaron had killed two men. But one vital lesson of the Purge was that there were always more...
As Aaron left the Warehouse, a minivan (who drives a fucking MINIVAN during the Purge, for God's sake!?) came charging at him out of the darkness, the horn blaring loudly. There were women in the Van, just women. Middle aged women too. Soccer moms. Six of them. All of them armed with shotguns and rifles. One of them, a woman with rather beautiful auburn hair, was shooting at Aaron as the car kamakazied it's way towards him.
They missed, needless to say, and when they did, they swerved to a stop and go out.
Each of them was wearing a bloody house dress. House wifes, and soccer moms. Clearly they had a lot of rage to vent, and Aaron was not their first victim. And he would not be the last...
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Oh, aomeone was following her alright. But they would be hacks if they let Xanthe see them. They were hidden in the darkness surrounding the car garage.
Snipers. With infrascope lenses. Fuck.
It wouldn't be hard for Xanthe to make a diagnosis, a person with no medical training could do it. The man was shot...in multiple places...multiple times. Very little chance of him being saved. How he had managed to walk was quite a feat...
But even if Xanthe could heal the man, no problem, she wasn't given the chance. A shot rang out of the darkness and broke the injured man's open, spewing blood and brain everywhere.
One man down. One weird foreign lady left...
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The apartment complex was under construction. An obscure location to strangle someone, but the woman didn't want her daughter to see the act. It would be a simple lie. She and her shit of a boyfriend had taken shelter and someone attacked. Oh well, boohoo and all that, time to look for someone else and move on, just like he'd want, right?
But then, Earl Dickie showed up.
The woman turned, spewing swears and vulgarity, meaning to kill the man...and then she actually saw him and backed off, eyes bulgring. Her almost-victim was standing next to her, staring at Dickie as well, the sheer intimidation the soldier emitted was enough to make him forget about getting revenge. It would be an easy lie. He and his girlfriend's mother were taking shelter, and then someone killed her. Oh well, boohoo and all that, time to move on and live your life to the fullest, just like dear old mom would...
The two of them finally got their senses and began to flee at Dickie's request.
They didn't get far. Shots from an assault rifle burst forth, and soon, the two, and their lies, were dead, both full of holes.
That's when they came out of the darkness.
Most people would think that it would be rather stupid for the hunter to make themselves known to the prey, but that wasn't how Mandy Stark played. To her mind, it was only fair that she let her targets know she was following them and that it was officially on.
The entire group stopped in front of Dickie, Stark at the head. There was about twelve of them. All of them armed. All of them armored. All of them aiming at Dicke, who was grossly outnumbered.
"Happy Purge!" Mandy called to Dickie cheerfully, with good nature. It was the voice of a good sport. She reached into her pocket and tossed a small bundle of Blue Batpisias to the man. "You didn't think that you'd lose us that easily, did you, Dicky? Come on! I thought you had more faith in us."
"But anyway," She continued. "Let's get right to it. You got away from us last year, but you're not getting away this year!" She said this like a person would in a game of laser tag. Stark lifted her watch. "You have five minutes. Start running. If you attack us, you forfeit that time, and we'll just come right atcha..."
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Post by Salvahkiin on Aug 19, 2013 3:49:13 GMT -5
Mr. Freeman saw the van pull up, quite conspicuously, might he add. But they were all pissed off soccer-moms. One does not simply attack pissed off soccer-moms, and therefore, he ran. In the opposite direction. The direction that would elude the said Soccer-Moms of Doom.
Aaron spotted a group of people talking to a military man, and decided to back the hell off in the case that the Angry Soccer-Moms rounded the corner, and started firing, therefore alerted the People-With-Guns and the Army Man.
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Post by Court Baron Butters on Sept 8, 2013 19:03:04 GMT -5
Xanthe's diagnosis would become useless after the shot rang out obliterating The individual head without skipping a beat Xanthe crawled under the stone table where she could only be seen from the few entrances in the back of the car garage she undid the snaps on her thigh holster.
Grabbing her LCP and holding it out in front of herself, Xanthe waited for anyone to come threw one of the two entrances at the back of the car garage.
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Post by <> MetaWulf <> on Sept 8, 2013 22:46:35 GMT -5
Earl had just began to ascend the concrete steps when the young man and the woman were gunned down outside. No. He froze on the lower steps, then took a knee. His assault rifle was trained on Mandy Stark as she and her soldiers entered the construction site.
Earl's heart thudded against the inside of the NNA Juggernaut Armor. Sweat appeared on his forehead, and his breath became deep and heavy.
Mandy greeted him as she would an old friend, seeming to commend him for eluding her hunting squad last year. A dozen guns were trained on Dickie, and despite that fact he actually considered sending a .308 round into her skull as she talked. Sure I'd be slaughtered, but at least this city would be rid of her for good. Earl listened as she gave him five minutes, and she was either watching her wristwatch or setting a timer. Earl Dickie kept his assault rifle trained on her for a moment, unsure of what to think. Finally, he turned and sprinted up the stairs.
His combat boots echoed inside the hollow structure as he topped the staircase. Dickie snagged the railing and swung around the corner, then slung his rifle over his back. As he ran across the second floor of the construction site, he pulled his revolver from his holster and his combat blade from it's sheath. He came to the window at full speed and jumped without looking. Earl managed to roll out of the heavy fall, grunting in pain as he rose to his feet. That was careless, soldier.
He pushed himself to run down the alley, turning a corner and vaulting over some crates. As he sprinted down the dark alley, a door swung open ahead of him. A man stepped out with a chainsaw, revving it menacingly as Dickie closed the distance between them. As the man raised the chainsaw, Dickie raised his Rhino. A .357 magnum round hit the man in the chest, causing him to drop the chainsaw and gasp. Earl shoulder-checked the stunned attacker out of his way, sending him tumbling to the pavement.
The weathered soldier entered the building, only to be greeted by a snarling woman wielding a shotgun. The buckshot smashed into his armored shoulder, sending him into a painful spin. As he turned, Dickie took a pot-shot. The magnum round entered the womans thigh, causing her to fumble the shotgun and cry out in pain. Dickie sank the blade into her heart and pulled it free as he stumbled past her and across some kind of workshop. He glanced at his armored shoulder. The pellets had sunk deep into the armor, but had not entered the tissue. He had been lucky.
Earl kicked the steel door open and dived into another alley. 9mm rounds peppered the walls around him as he rolled again. One of them hit the armored thigh of Dickie, stinging painfully. Earl raised his pistol and fire two rounds, dropping the gunman.
Shit. He thought while breathing heavily. With a grunt he rose again, then continued running. This is going to be one hell of a night.
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Post by Ambassador SteelPlate on Oct 4, 2013 11:00:10 GMT -5
Aaron didn't get far before the gang of House Wives and Soccer Moms rounded the corner in pursuit.
After Earl took off, Mandy and her team stood there for a moment, waiting for the five minutes to be over. They turned their heads when they saw the madness with the women and their fast victim, but they didn't do anything about it, and they would continue to do that unless someone shot at them. The Moms didn't even see Mandy's group. They were solely focuses on Aaron.
One Mom, wearing a nice blue dress, was shooting her rifle at Aaron and chasing after him at the same time, wearing a dark snarl the entire time. She was clearly pissed off about something, and was just using the Purge as a way to get rid of the frustration.
Which was the whole point of the Purge. Good for her!
"Keep an eye on them." Mandy said to her group. "We don't want any outside interference with us and Dixie. He's ours."
"Who are they chasing?" Megan asked, trying to see.
"Who cares?" Mandy replied. "We..."
Then, they heard other shots....in the direction that Earl had run.
"Damnit!" Mandy cried, and her group took off.
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There were more coming.
Earl had killed one woman, but the people she had been hunting (or the people who had been hunting her, you could never tell which way it was) came out. They were more humbly armed, mostly just pistols, but there were a lot more of them. About seven of them. One of them had an automatic pistol.
They stared at the dead woman and then began to follow Earl out into the alley. When they saw him they opened fire immediately. They chased him out into the streets, where there was more room to move about. And when they did, more shots were fired...
"Outside interference!" It was Mandy Stark. Her and her group was advancing down the street, shooting at the pistol wielding punks. "Outside interference!"
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There was a long silence after Xanthe ducked into her hiding spot. A dreadfully long silence. It was dark outside the car garage, almost impossible to see the assailants. The sounds of footsteps outside were audible, but faint, hard to track and know where they were going.
But luck sided with Xanthe.
A man entered through one of the entrances...his sniper rifle raised. Unaware of her spot, he walked in slowly, checking his corners.
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Post by Salvahkiin on Nov 19, 2013 1:12:29 GMT -5
Aaron was shit-scared. He had faced these odds before, but they were closing in on him, he had to evade them somehow. He saw a fire escape that he could climb up and get the jump on the Moms. He did so as silently as possibly.
The Moms rounded the corner, just as Aaron thought, then he vaulted behind the last woman in the ground, took her as a human shield, which stopped them from firing at him, he then pulled his pistol out, and shot the moms, all in the head, and then shot his hostage. He also looted their bodies, and picked up an M4A1 Assault Rifle, something that would surely help him.
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