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Post by revrendjameson on Mar 7, 2011 1:33:22 GMT -5
"They said that the west was builit on legends...and that legends were a way to explain things that people at the time couldn't...I used to live and work in a town of legends...a town that became a legend itself in a postion that was asscoited with a legend. but as I look down on the streets of the town known as new delphi I start to wonder could new legends be born...could they be found...my name is Marshal Kristoff Jameson and this city is about to see legend killers"
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Post by LanaJameson on Mar 7, 2011 20:00:57 GMT -5
The Angels in the old west, their names mostly forgotten now, stood behind their legends with a ready hand and often a cup of water and a loaded rifle.
Perhaps as we furl our wings in this brave new world, we will again be the hand to reach out to the heros, the legends, a glowing form that scintillates across the city and dares the darkness *smiles* ~just with a lot more fire power.
My Security Check: was "act of god" ~ read the writing on the wall, killing a legend just gives it more power, come my legend killers, *smiles*, or run away if you can the words of power
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Post by mrjackson on Mar 8, 2011 7:40:14 GMT -5
Looking out over the city from his apartment window he wondered about the future of this new place. Before the violent collapse of social order the structure was evident, the pecking order well set and only the Legends dare step out of their place. The rest were left to eek out whatever meager living they could manage within the structure imposed on them. Now? He smiled, setting the tea cup on the chair side table.
In this new place everyone was a legend whether they knew it or not. The streets were patrolled by LORE's security teams which would imply some level of protection to the less aware. The fact was, the city was ripe for the picking. No structure. No Legends to call the shots. He stood.
"Now is the time." he half whispered to the city below, "Now is the time to complete the work."
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Post by revrendjameson on Mar 10, 2011 19:17:23 GMT -5
The gun battle raged in the curch as the turrets opened up with rubber bullets at the meantime kris was pressed up aginst an overturned pew blind firing over it as bullets and other things flew over his head. Kris hissed as crow and joshua kept shooting as well. Josh had a mp5 submachine gun and was letting loose with it and going akmibo with a bretta m9 pistol in his other hand. Crow threw out a handful of stars from her pouch that pinned two of the mysterious attackers aginst the stone wall one jumped the pew and lunged at Kris brought up his K-bar knife and pulled the man to the ground knocking him out before grabbing his assult rifle and continuing the fight still another broke through and he was met with a muay thai snap kick to the ribs from josh followed by a one two three combo of punches and a quick slash to the gut just to be on the safe side from his katana. The assult was over for now the turrets and the intinal gun battle had taken care of most of the attacking force Kris slid into his wheelchair "ok....anyone know what in the messiah's name that was all about?"
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