Sir Nexus Posted Dec 7, 2015, 11:27 pm	It had taken awhile to get ready. We'd tried SS as a home, but quickly found it boring and not exciting enough for gangers of our caliber. Elms was out next port, and while that was great fun, an ill fated attempt to fix a MM brought us to our knees. To SS again it was. We've waited, and we've grown. Our tendrils run deep in Evan and out network is vast. With our sights set on making the Badlands, or dare we say Texan, our home, we've moved to GW to harvest TT's and Buzzers and maybe the elusive FE. Watch out GW, we're here.
*StCrispin* ce.services.mh@gmail.com Posted Dec 8, 2015, 1:19 am	"Hong Kong" Long Dong, merchant, intelligence gatherer and the ICoB's lone member in town watches the Cake of Death cars pull into town. He frowns. "There's no Cake here!" he yells towards their small convoy. Then he reconsiders. There IS that old half rotted haunch from a dog that died last winter that the town planned to offer as the "Food x10" prize for the next Scavenger league. He thinks that might make a nice Cake. Or maybe, at least, a Meat Pie. "Snaussages!" he says with a smile as he makes his way back to the ICoB weapons lockup to get more Grenades to sell at the market.
*StCrispin* ce.services.mh@gmail.com Posted Dec 8, 2015, 10:54 pm	The next day Dong watched a Van pull up to the Gates and dump some body bags in the sand along with what appeared to be a small placard. When the pirates had left, the truck stop's defense force ventured out to recover the dead. The Placard left with the bodies had a hand written message. It said: "There's No Cake Here!"
Sir Nexus Posted Dec 9, 2015, 2:44 am	Luis Burton rolled into town in his Box Van, trailing burnt cars and melted tyres from the Gates encounter he'd barely escaped. As he did his after action check on his precious Pig Hauler, He sent the Upstream to check on the rest of the gang. He wasn't gone long. He returned in a rush, pale as though he'd recently vomited. "Si..Si...Sir!", he stuttered, "I've found the rest of the gang!" Burton gave the low couraged ganger a firm back hand to steady him. "Well, tell 'em to get over here and help Aqua Girl unload the gear. He glanced back as he said this,"Blimey, you wench!" "Easy with that Nitro Booster! It's valuable! You ballistics tossers are all the same, just chuckin' #### all over the place. Messy bastards! Eh, then, where's the rest of the gang?" he inquired impatiently."That, that's just it sir! All dead in a pit. Here! There was a placard on the bodies!" He handed it to Burton, who first flipped it over, and then right side up. "There's no Cake here!" it said in dried blood. Burton snapped the Placard in half in a fit of rage. Goddamn raiders, he thought, desperatly keeping a neutral face for the benefit of the crew. After a moment, he spoke," Upstream, help Aqua girl unload that gear, then put out a car to retrieve some trainees from SS. SPECCED MEN! Not the plebes we usually have! And load up the Buzzer we stole! We're going hunting." Burton put on his shades as the sun cleared the marketplace's tallest building. "We take no prisoners, we give no quarter. There will be no cake. Only death!"