The Ones
The system organized us. We would go into town in formations and the first mother fucker to taste metal slugs would be the local sheriff, always. Politicians and law enforcement didn't like us very much. The feeling was mutual. We were outlawed, sent out in the open wastelands to fend for ourselves, looting gas stations for canned goods, stockpiling whatever necessary for survival.
There were rival gangs; we shared virtually nothing with them though. You need to realize, this isn't just a group of angry joes. This is a ruthless gang, an alternative to governmental oppression. They will bulldoze everything in their way, every corrupt official, every gang banger, all of you mother fuckers. Land is rapidly claimed and cities serve as gang havens. The Ones would without remorse skin and BBQ your dog just to make a point.
New lost souls seek to join; but this life ain’t no life for a bitch. They are constantly scavenging gun parts, oil, medicine, metal scraps, food and water. Everything they do they do with their own two hands. The Ones, the Criminal Heavyweights of the Underground. Ontop of the food chain they make a living by relentless extortion, robbery and murder. You bad enough son?
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A bunch of good friends who wants to get back at role playing. Some of us are rerolling. Hoping for a laugh. Ideally want to pick up fresh members of and out of the community and teach them the ropes, but "old" players are welcome too. This is intended to be a really casual gang.
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desired Colour: Burgundy (red suns, motel 16 etc....)
Big Dog (7) Herman Hayduke (stenchman)
Bulldog (6) Dolph Lundgren (jasper_wilde)
Bulldozer (5)
Goon (4) Carl Rein (carl_rein)
Pistol Whipper (3)
Bandit (2)
Meathead (1)
Scavenger (0) Corey Wilson, Eddie Jacobs
181, 100, 79, 78 & 133
