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[givenomercy]

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I don't think you understand who you are dealing with, but mark my words, when I find you. I will kill you. Slowly.

[Larazevic had spent some time looking around, trying to get a hold of his men via the radio he had on him with no luck. After finding this communicator in his vest, he set about figuring out what to do with it. After

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[dontcallmegol]

Good luck with that friend. Just leave some for me if you find'em.

[givenomercy]

[Friend? Hm.]

I'm beginning to see there are many here, even though this city looks decrypted and void of life. So you are not pleased with the ones who govern this 'city'. [More like shit hole.]

[dontcallmegol]

{Until you proved otherwise bub.}

Nope. Stealing people from their homes, taking away their gifts, screwing with us and leaving us to die... I don't care what their excuses are. It's unacceptable.

[givenomercy]

[Well that won't last long.]

And why do all of you not rise up against them, hm? So you cannot find them, why stop looking because you cannot find them once... twice. How ever many times.

Those who give up do not deserve what they want so much.

[ys_must_die]

Let me guess...

Another newbie here?

[givenomercy]

Is this so common?

[He's come to the conclusion that shit isn't what it seems and he might as well find out what he can. Better to have as much information as he can in a situation like this.]

[ys_must_die]

Yup. New guys pop up every week, it seems.

[givenomercy]

And how do they arrive?

... we're brought here some how, does anyone ever see?

[There's a demanding tone to his voice, he's use to yelling and demanding and expecting answers. He'll have to tone himself down a little, to find answers from city folk. Without all his lackeys to back him up that is.]