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WE WAITED TOGETHER FOR THE COWARDS TO COME
OUTGUNNED AND OUTNUMBERED, BUT WE WOULDN'T RUN
NO MERCY, NO QUARTER
THEY'LL PAY FOR THEIR SINS
NOW LOWER THE CANNONS, THE BATTLE BEGINS...

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H A N G ' E M H I G H



chapter one of a literate role play

created by saint crash

currently accepting profiles

loosely inspired by

dystopian fiction
conspiracy theories
&
'hang 'em high' by dropkick murphys
'devil's night' and 'infamous' by motionless in white
the album 'three cheers for sweet revenge'
by my chemical romance

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BUT DON'T STOP IF I FALL
AND DON'T LOOK BACK
OH BABY, DON'T STOP
BURY ME AND FADE TO BLACK...

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Welcome to the year 2100. In the twenty-second century, we now live in a world of clean, green energy, sustainable living and good, wholesome food for all. Planet Earth has entered an era of true international peace and prosperity between all nations; war and famine are long forgotten things of the past. The rights of the person are held in the highest esteem by each person in our blessed nations, and as a result, a strong sense of acceptance, community and national pride has once again become the cement that holds us together as one.


Or so they like to say. The truth is that the social divide between the wealthy and the elite and the poorer working classes only increased during the long years of global recession, the complete collapse of the euro, and the merging of the European Union into one superpower. The middle classes suffered the most, and eventually the divide between the rich and the poor stretched to the point where they almost forgot we even existed. To them, when war was over and profit once again at the front of peoples minds, the bad times were over. We were excluded, ignored and cut out from society and treated like criminals and animals, because in their minds, that was who we were are. Our homes, our neighborhoods quickly became the dumping grounds of everything unsavory, or who this new 'Golden Age' simply did not want.
While those pretty, perfect people celebrated peace and love amongst themselves, war broke out in our communities for many, many years. Eventually we cut ourselves off from our brethren in other nations, settling our own domestic disputes in this so-called 'land of the free'.
Eventually things came to a halt; two main 'gangs' came out on top, each ruling over their territories with an iron fist. The four were the 'Sinners', also known as the the 'Angels' and the 'Wildcards' better known as 'Jokers'. Each of these had their own territories and factions penetrating deep even into the picture perfect front of society. Things were turbulant at times, but for the most part, the one rule was easy to follow. Keep to yourself; don't stir up anything you can't handle. Things erupted about five years ago, when the Angel's militant wing, the Choir, appeared to attack the leader of the Jokers, brutally raping her, cutting her tongue out, and making sure she stayed alive just long enough for the message to be made clear. By the time we realized it was a set-up, and the Angels were innocent, more than 70% of all members were dead. Quick, effective population control tactics by the government, and we couldn't prove a thing.

Instead of crumbling like they hoped, we built our own little society up, patching over our own cracks and ignoring what we had to in order to get by. We have struggled to survive, with limited water and food supplies, reminder of the gang wars and random attacks and executions by the police force. Over the years, we have adapted and evolved our own society, with a little 'help' from Society technology of course. We have started to build up our own militia to help fight back against Society. We are almost ready to start fighting back against the fairytale and show the princess what the world is really like.

It is our goal to;

• Defend ourselves, families and friends from attack by corrupt members of the police and armed forces.
  
• Infiltrate the more affluent areas and halls of power
  
• Survive in an environment where violence and crime are part of daily life, and where essential supplies may be in short supply.

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I WAS THE LAST CHOICE, NO VOICE, REGULAR KID
JUST LIVING OUT EACH DAY AND LAYING LOW ON THE GRID
BUT I LOOKED AT MYSELF, AND SAW I WANTED MORE
SO I ASSEMBLED MY TROOPS AND STOOD UP TO THE WORLD

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Profiles

For your profiles, I don't care for formats or layouts. Use what ever formatting you feel comfortable with, just please include the following information!

Name

Age [No less than 18]

Gender [If it isn't obvious]

Full Physical Description, not just pictures. [Pictures are nice if you have them though...]

Personality

Character Background

Weapon of Choice

Currently Carrying; Up to...
4x Small Items, eg; Bandages, Revolver, Vitamin Pills, Water Purification Tablets, ect
3x Medium Items, eg; Handgun, Spare Clothing, First Aid Kit, Boots, Glass Bottle, ect.
2x Large Items, eg; Shotgun, Heavy Crowbar, ect