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Post by thevipers on Sept 1, 2011 0:40:43 GMT -5
WARINING! YOU HAVE ENTERED A RESTRICTED ACCESS AREA. IF YOU DO NOT HAVE CLEARANCE PLEASE BACK THE FUCK UP. YOU HAVE CROSSED THE LINE INTO VIPER TERRITORY. DEADLY FORCE IS NOT AUTHORIZED BUT I HONESTLY DON'T CARE. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED, AND I AM NOT WARNING YOU AGAIN. ANYONE, KILLJOY OR BLI WHO CROSSES THE VIPERS WILL BE DEALT WITH.
Hail The Basilisk!
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Post by thevipers on Sept 1, 2011 17:09:06 GMT -5
I'm telling you, it's not about the friends you've made, but the graffiti they write on your grave. *spits onto the ground* What bullshit.
But boss, i thought we was trying to change the world?
We are, O'neil. We are. *puts his hands on his shoulders* But that's the beauty of it! It's WHO you know, not WHAT they know. And let's face it... We have friends in very odd places...
Whatever you say boss... *worried* I'm still your right hand man, right?
*slaps his cheek lightly* Of course you are, O'neil. You're my brother of course!
That's good to know, boss!
Yes... it is.. so... tell me, how did our last shipment NOT make it to the Tower? *rests his hand on his gun*
I... i don't know boss... i guess i forgot to lock the doors on the van... b-but... you're not that mad right...? after all... we're broth-
*interrupting by putting his gun underneath O'neil's chin* Blood is thicker than water, brother... *fires the gun into his skull* But i can't buy things with blood... Boys! *motions to his henchmen* Take this dog food out to the Komodos...
*The henchmen start dragging out the corpse of Basilisk's brother. He cleans off his jacket and motions to the largest of the henchmen, Mamba. he steps forward and speaks in a low, grumbly tone* Boss?
Mamba... ah Mamba... my favorite grunt... i appear to be in need of a new wingman... would you like to fill the position?
*unemotional* Yes sir, Mr. Basilisk, sir. *saluting*
Excellent... And now... *holstering his gun* It's time to await our next customer. Tell the henchmen to get the next shipment ready...
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Post by thevipers on Sept 2, 2011 11:51:24 GMT -5
*holding a clipboard in his hand, examining, snickering* Oh, i do so love the money i get from these idiots... *walking through the hallway of the jail and outside where a BLI van is waiting, thugs load weapons and various electronics into the back* Hello Mr... *checks clipboard, then coughs and pretends to choke on the name. He doesn't know it* I hope you find everything in order with your... order. *the drac doesn't say anything, he simply looks to the crates and nods* Alright... c'mon, a little pleasantries would help! Be nice! Who said business has to be all professional?
*The drac looks at his watch, then to Basilisk* BLI is not obliged to socialize with... criminals...
*laughs* Of course not! You just do business with them! *the thugs finish loading crates and shut the doors to the vans. the Drac hands basilisk some money and gets into the truck* Don't be afraid to come back! We don't bite... much. *the drac drives off into the desert, Basilisk turns to a henchman* Wait a few minutes, then go after him. Don't take everything, just enough to make 'em think. Make it look like the Killjoys did it. *the henchman nods and goes off* I love being a businessman.
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Post by Incendiary Aftermath on Sept 9, 2011 12:05:28 GMT -5
*after a few minutes of walking, i walk up to the base, hand on my holster, ready* Basilisk! Get out here!
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Post by thevipers on Sept 9, 2011 12:06:26 GMT -5
*walking out wearing a lavish coat made of snake skin* Ahaha! Aftermath... my old friend... what can i do for you?
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Post by Incendiary Aftermath on Sept 9, 2011 12:11:46 GMT -5
I'm building an army. I need guns. Lots of them. *i take my hand off my holster* I'm calling in my favor. The Vipers owe me, and you damn well know it. *i get serious* Do NOT fuck me over on this.
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Post by thevipers on Sept 9, 2011 12:15:29 GMT -5
*laughing* Aftermath! When have we ever gone back on a deal... Ok so that's a bad question... You can trust me on this. You are our favorite customer, after all. *walking into the building, Aftermath follows* So, what can i do? You need ammo, pistols, rifles, grenades? Keep in mind, we have access to BLI tech as well now...
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Post by Incendiary Aftermath on Sept 9, 2011 12:20:41 GMT -5
Haha, branching out i see? Glad to know the business is still alive... not like your brother i hear... tragic. *stops in the hallway* I need a dozen rayguns, ten assault rifles, surprise me on the types, Just no FN2000's. Shitty belgian pieces of crap... a shotgun or two, and enough ammo to last for 3 days of continuous fire, some military style bunks, a few hundred MRE's, and twelve drac costumes. I told you. You owe me.
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Post by thevipers on Sept 9, 2011 12:25:26 GMT -5
*shocked* What? Aftermath... i know we owe you from when things went Costa Rica in Zone 14, but you're asking us to give you half of our stock. *put his hand on his holster* You know we can't do that... *aftermath tenses his fist and stares basilisk down, his henchmen are out doing tasks, he's there alone* Alright... alright. You got it. But you owe us now. Are we agreed?
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Post by Incendiary Aftermath on Sept 9, 2011 12:27:29 GMT -5
*smiles* I think we have a deal. Don't worry, you know me. I'll be able to make you more money than you lose... after all... once a viper... always a viper. *shakes Basilisk's hand*
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Post by thevipers on Sept 24, 2011 16:18:57 GMT -5
*walking through the corridors of the base, marking ever piece of ordinance* I think it's time we expanded... *he is talking himself, it appears over the amount of time since IA got his supplies, he has become more mentally unstable than he once was* Killjoys... BLI... All scum. There's only room for one group to control the Zones. Only one. *he picks up an apple and takes a bite, there's a worm in it which he eats* The Vipers... and anyone who stands in our way will be crushed...
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Post by Incendiary Aftermath on Sept 30, 2011 12:03:08 GMT -5
*Shamefully, walking back into the base. I look around for Basilisk, he's nowhere to be seen. As i continue to search, i notice it is nearly empty, there are no crates full of weapons. it appears that they have vanished without a trace.* H-hello? Basilisk? I... I need one last favor...
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Post by thevipers on Sept 30, 2011 12:09:17 GMT -5
*chuckling from the shadows* Another favor? Aftermath... You owe us now, remember? *walking out from the shadows, he dawns a leather coat and dark, military style pants. His hair is slicked back and there is a scar that runs from his cheek down the center of his mouth, his eyes have a crazy look in them now. He's gone mad.* Like the new look? You appear shocked. Power can drive a man insane... but you know that, don't you? *he laughs slowly* Ah yes... you know that all too well...
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Post by Incendiary Aftermath on Sept 30, 2011 12:10:16 GMT -5
I never went mad, Basilisk, it was always you that wanted the power, always you that needed someone to kill! I never wanted any of it, and you know that! It was forced on me!
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Post by thevipers on Sept 30, 2011 12:12:20 GMT -5
Forced on you after what? *puts his hand up to his ear, as if to listen carefully* After you... c'mon, say it with me... after you... killed... who'd you kill, 'Cendi? Who'd you kill? *laughs* My father! You killed my father! *suddenly gets serious* How could i not go mad after that?
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