002 The mysterious distress of the Orden

Jul 07, 2010 00:00

[You.

Yes you!

Whoever you are, wherever you are in the city today, prepare to be tackled by a clinging 6"4 baby wailing loudly in your ear.]

HELP MEEEEEEEEE!!!

[He looks distraught, tears streaming melodramatically down his face as he clings desperately.]

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[The following message can be viewed by all residents, but the sender cannot be tracked or identified (mod approved)]

[Whatever idiocy he pretended, Cain was still an ex-major of the United Nations and he had expert computer skills. It was a simple matter to put out a message on the system, untraceable back to him.

The words are text only, a generic font.]

This world, as with any other, needs saving. A broken society, a rebirth through fire.

Igne Natura Renovatur Integra.

The Rosenkreutz Orden.|

[There is a way to reply, and he hopes this will start to ferret out other like-minded individuals.]

[Anonymous message end.]

[ooc: Utterly open, please feel free to either bump into the derpman, or see the text message on the network.]

the worst thing in the wooooorld, contra mundi, rosenkreutz orden, batshit insane, omg help me

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