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Hako Rice
Guest
Original poster
Twenty years in to the future, and there's already another world war. Death is literally EVERYWHERE, And it's all because we decided to play with our new inventions...I guess the military is just bored. Chemical warfare is what we are working with this time...and that was our mistake. Now the world is frozen over. The ones who survived the freeze tried to compensate with the danger by coming together and creating "Safe Havens" for any survivors that were nearby. There is a new group of Gangster's in this part of town called the "Reapers".They've stolen many of our rations, and we've located their hideout, at a railroad "New Chicago." We want you to take a stand against this group and take back what you own. Travel to New Chicago, and take their base. Good Luck!
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That's it. That was what the city wanted me to do. Simple enough, and good pay too. Life was simple for me, as I was just a lonely bounty hunter. I take the job, and get it done quick. Bjorji was his name. He was tall but slightly more muscular than the average male, due to his work. Bjorji walked up to an accountant to exchange his few dollars for a job. "Say, what about this job...Iced Roads? It's payin' well, that's unusual..." he asked moving his hand down on the accountant's desk. But seriously, he could care less what it was, he just needed the money. "Oh! This is the job, due to the "Reapers" we would like you to take out their hideout in New Chicago and take back our stolen supplies, don't underestimate them though, as they are the leading war lords over the area." She smiled and turned, shooing him out the door. Bjorji smirked and exited, now all he had to do was kill and get paid. Simple enough.
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That's it. That was what the city wanted me to do. Simple enough, and good pay too. Life was simple for me, as I was just a lonely bounty hunter. I take the job, and get it done quick. Bjorji was his name. He was tall but slightly more muscular than the average male, due to his work. Bjorji walked up to an accountant to exchange his few dollars for a job. "Say, what about this job...Iced Roads? It's payin' well, that's unusual..." he asked moving his hand down on the accountant's desk. But seriously, he could care less what it was, he just needed the money. "Oh! This is the job, due to the "Reapers" we would like you to take out their hideout in New Chicago and take back our stolen supplies, don't underestimate them though, as they are the leading war lords over the area." She smiled and turned, shooing him out the door. Bjorji smirked and exited, now all he had to do was kill and get paid. Simple enough.