A bleak featureless rock in the middle of the Mediterainian, the Island of Gibralter is often recked by storms. It currently serves as the headquarters of the Death Cult, primarliy do to the opening of a Gateway unit. Though the Death Cult has a tendancy to shoot or people who dont come without Prior warning or with Abdul, the death cults most well known figure.
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Nyarlathotep must all things be told
for he is the messenger between the spheres
and the traveler between the realms of the living and the dead.
He shall summon forth the ancient ones
and wake them from their deathly slumber
then shall the elder signs be shattered. Trade Thread
(OOC: I'm seriously the only Death Cult character? Geez.)
Paper awoke suddenly. Goddamnit, not that same nightmare again, he thought. Another night of this and I'll have to go in for a memory wipe. It was the same thing again, it always was, a tower at night, a windmill at day, flames, blood, screams...
...His mother's face...
Paper shook his head. Time for another day. He started getting dressed in his traditional garb. Bondage pants, fishnet shirt, leather bracers, preDark combat boots, makeup... and a half-hour later, he found himself walking down a corridor.
(You are, but alot of them started off at Abduls shop) A few people who knew him greeted him in the hallway, a sign mentioned it was steak day in the cafeteria.
A man dressed in the uniform of a staffer walked next to him and said
"rough night?"
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Nyarlathotep must all things be told
for he is the messenger between the spheres
and the traveler between the realms of the living and the dead.
He shall summon forth the ancient ones
and wake them from their deathly slumber
then shall the elder signs be shattered. Trade Thread
"No, I'm fine," Paper snapped as he hurried by. He didn't want others to find out about his nightmares.
He stumbled into the cafeteria. Taking occasional glances at the various tables, he headed up to the cafeteria line to pick up some of the "steak" and a nice cup of... whatever the hell it was they called coffee.
"Any news today, Chef?" he inquired of the dark, bulbous man behind the counter.
"What you are eating is not steak, but The coffee is real today, somebody found some in a freezer somewhere"
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Nyarlathotep must all things be told
for he is the messenger between the spheres
and the traveler between the realms of the living and the dead.
He shall summon forth the ancient ones
and wake them from their deathly slumber
then shall the elder signs be shattered. Trade Thread
Surprised at the genuine scent of coffee, Paper poured a full mug.
"So, are there any objectives coming up? I'm pretty bored with just sitting in ****in' Gibralter all the time," Paper asked as he was served the rubbery substance passing for meat.
"Yeah, I heard something might be going off pretty soon, talk to Peirre down in experimental weapons"
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Nyarlathotep must all things be told
for he is the messenger between the spheres
and the traveler between the realms of the living and the dead.
He shall summon forth the ancient ones
and wake them from their deathly slumber
then shall the elder signs be shattered. Trade Thread
Paper walked away to find somewhere to sit whilst he consumed the rations he'd been given. A couple guardsmen got up, leaving a vacancy. Paper took the end seat and began munching away mindlessly. Mmm, tastes vaguely like chicken, he thought.
When he was done, he headed down to Experimental Weapons. He entered looking a bit more normal than when he woke up (since now he'd had his coffee).
He called out, "Hey Pierre, I hear you've got some kind of objective I can help with."
"Peirre was using some kind of sandblaster to remove something that might have once been a person from the wall, he pointed to a weird looking gun lying on the ground
"Word of Advice, dont use that, anyway, I need you to find something in Bavaria for me"
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Nyarlathotep must all things be told
for he is the messenger between the spheres
and the traveler between the realms of the living and the dead.
He shall summon forth the ancient ones
and wake them from their deathly slumber
then shall the elder signs be shattered. Trade Thread
"What I am looking for might not even exist, but if it does It must belong to the Death cult"
"In the closing days of the 3rd World War, the German Kaiser ordered that a massive storehouse of military equipment be placed in a secret location, for a time when the German people truly needed it, or something, thats how the legend goes, supposedly in the most inaccesable part of Bavaria, the Bunker is filled with Tanks, Planes, Guns, tactical Nukes, and maps of similer storage facilities all over Germany"
"If the place exists.......we need it, the base is codenamed Final Heaven"
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Nyarlathotep must all things be told
for he is the messenger between the spheres
and the traveler between the realms of the living and the dead.
He shall summon forth the ancient ones
and wake them from their deathly slumber
then shall the elder signs be shattered. Trade Thread
"We can get you as far as a small village on the outskirts of what is left of Munich, from their you will have to find the base yourself, though we have some classified German Military maps that show the location of the base"
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Nyarlathotep must all things be told
for he is the messenger between the spheres
and the traveler between the realms of the living and the dead.
He shall summon forth the ancient ones
and wake them from their deathly slumber
then shall the elder signs be shattered. Trade Thread
Nyarlathotep must all things be told
for he is the messenger between the spheres
and the traveler between the realms of the living and the dead.
He shall summon forth the ancient ones
and wake them from their deathly slumber
then shall the elder signs be shattered. Trade Thread
"You can choose a little bit of both, what type of style to you prefer"
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Nyarlathotep must all things be told
for he is the messenger between the spheres
and the traveler between the realms of the living and the dead.
He shall summon forth the ancient ones
and wake them from their deathly slumber
then shall the elder signs be shattered. Trade Thread
"Try this,"
He passed a sword to Paper, it was slightly, odd with runes down the side
"And these"
He passed 2 compact looking SMGs
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Nyarlathotep must all things be told
for he is the messenger between the spheres
and the traveler between the realms of the living and the dead.
He shall summon forth the ancient ones
and wake them from their deathly slumber
then shall the elder signs be shattered. Trade Thread
"Exactly what I was looking for, Pierre. Thank you," he said as he strapped the sword to his back and fastened the SMGs inside his cloak.
"Ha, I feel like Neo with these on." He whipped out the SMGs, spun them around a few times, then flipped them back into their respective holsters.
"Alright, enough with the fun stuff. Time to get down to business. 'Later, Pierre," he called over his shoulder as he left. "Next time you see me, I'll have a huge stack of weapons for you." He winked again as he headed out the door.
Nyarlathotep must all things be told
for he is the messenger between the spheres
and the traveler between the realms of the living and the dead.
He shall summon forth the ancient ones
and wake them from their deathly slumber
then shall the elder signs be shattered. Trade Thread
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for he is the messenger between the spheres
and the traveler between the realms of the living and the dead.
He shall summon forth the ancient ones
and wake them from their deathly slumber
then shall the elder signs be shattered.
Trade Thread
Paper awoke suddenly. Goddamnit, not that same nightmare again, he thought. Another night of this and I'll have to go in for a memory wipe. It was the same thing again, it always was, a tower at night, a windmill at day, flames, blood, screams...
...His mother's face...
Paper shook his head. Time for another day. He started getting dressed in his traditional garb. Bondage pants, fishnet shirt, leather bracers, preDark combat boots, makeup... and a half-hour later, he found himself walking down a corridor.
A few people who knew him greeted him in the hallway, a sign mentioned it was steak day in the cafeteria.
A man dressed in the uniform of a staffer walked next to him and said
"rough night?"
for he is the messenger between the spheres
and the traveler between the realms of the living and the dead.
He shall summon forth the ancient ones
and wake them from their deathly slumber
then shall the elder signs be shattered.
Trade Thread
He stumbled into the cafeteria. Taking occasional glances at the various tables, he headed up to the cafeteria line to pick up some of the "steak" and a nice cup of... whatever the hell it was they called coffee.
"Any news today, Chef?" he inquired of the dark, bulbous man behind the counter.
for he is the messenger between the spheres
and the traveler between the realms of the living and the dead.
He shall summon forth the ancient ones
and wake them from their deathly slumber
then shall the elder signs be shattered.
Trade Thread
"So, are there any objectives coming up? I'm pretty bored with just sitting in ****in' Gibralter all the time," Paper asked as he was served the rubbery substance passing for meat.
for he is the messenger between the spheres
and the traveler between the realms of the living and the dead.
He shall summon forth the ancient ones
and wake them from their deathly slumber
then shall the elder signs be shattered.
Trade Thread
Paper walked away to find somewhere to sit whilst he consumed the rations he'd been given. A couple guardsmen got up, leaving a vacancy. Paper took the end seat and began munching away mindlessly. Mmm, tastes vaguely like chicken, he thought.
When he was done, he headed down to Experimental Weapons. He entered looking a bit more normal than when he woke up (since now he'd had his coffee).
He called out, "Hey Pierre, I hear you've got some kind of objective I can help with."
"Word of Advice, dont use that, anyway, I need you to find something in Bavaria for me"
for he is the messenger between the spheres
and the traveler between the realms of the living and the dead.
He shall summon forth the ancient ones
and wake them from their deathly slumber
then shall the elder signs be shattered.
Trade Thread
"In the closing days of the 3rd World War, the German Kaiser ordered that a massive storehouse of military equipment be placed in a secret location, for a time when the German people truly needed it, or something, thats how the legend goes, supposedly in the most inaccesable part of Bavaria, the Bunker is filled with Tanks, Planes, Guns, tactical Nukes, and maps of similer storage facilities all over Germany"
"If the place exists.......we need it, the base is codenamed Final Heaven"
for he is the messenger between the spheres
and the traveler between the realms of the living and the dead.
He shall summon forth the ancient ones
and wake them from their deathly slumber
then shall the elder signs be shattered.
Trade Thread
"That sounds incredible... It truly would bring about the end as we have dreamt it. Where must I go?"
for he is the messenger between the spheres
and the traveler between the realms of the living and the dead.
He shall summon forth the ancient ones
and wake them from their deathly slumber
then shall the elder signs be shattered.
Trade Thread
He hands over the maps
for he is the messenger between the spheres
and the traveler between the realms of the living and the dead.
He shall summon forth the ancient ones
and wake them from their deathly slumber
then shall the elder signs be shattered.
Trade Thread
for he is the messenger between the spheres
and the traveler between the realms of the living and the dead.
He shall summon forth the ancient ones
and wake them from their deathly slumber
then shall the elder signs be shattered.
Trade Thread
He passed a sword to Paper, it was slightly, odd with runes down the side
"And these"
He passed 2 compact looking SMGs
for he is the messenger between the spheres
and the traveler between the realms of the living and the dead.
He shall summon forth the ancient ones
and wake them from their deathly slumber
then shall the elder signs be shattered.
Trade Thread
"Ha, I feel like Neo with these on." He whipped out the SMGs, spun them around a few times, then flipped them back into their respective holsters.
"Alright, enough with the fun stuff. Time to get down to business. 'Later, Pierre," he called over his shoulder as he left. "Next time you see me, I'll have a huge stack of weapons for you." He winked again as he headed out the door.
for he is the messenger between the spheres
and the traveler between the realms of the living and the dead.
He shall summon forth the ancient ones
and wake them from their deathly slumber
then shall the elder signs be shattered.
Trade Thread