*goat starer* Posted Apr 8, 2009, 11:03 pm	Red flags are unfurled throughout Badlands. People throng the streets as the small covoy of Red Army vehicles rolls into the town. Wmen throw garlands of flowers around the necks of the Deserters and Special Circumstances crews as the crowds surge around the vehicles. from doorways the strains of the Internationale can be heard and the shouts from the croud mingle with the strident music creating one great cacophany of joy! "Thank you Red Army - You have saved us from tyranny!" "how can we repay you?" John Drummond clambers onto the roof of Timoshenko. An expectant hush falls over the crowd. "Comrades! Today you have not seen the victory you seek. Today is but a punctuation mark in the first chapter of the long story of the workers struggle. BUT WHAT A PUNCTUATION MARK IT IS!" the crouds roar, their tumultuous delight gradually subsiding "today you have watched from these walls as the capitalist pigs who have crippled your town were sent fleeing for the hills with their tails between their craven legs. The mightiest weapon of war they have at their disposal.. the ultimate expression of the tyranny of the borgeoisie "Rescue Me" sent running." "these dogs pleaded for their lives! they threw their ill gotten gains at our feet as they fled. Now this money will be used to provide clean water for all the cirtizens of Badlands!" The noise reaches a deafening crescendo. "This punctuation mark in history will go down in its annals as the day the world began to change! NOW JOIN US COMRADES! TOGETHER WE WILL RID EVAN OF THIS SCOURGE!" young men and women flock to the makeshift recruitment stands. The wives and mistresses of the crews of the Merry Men and Lattes Raiders are dragged into the gutter... their heads publicy shaved and are tossed out into the wilderness. Truly the revolution has begun!
*Longo* Posted Apr 8, 2009, 11:33 pm	Trooper Paul Anthony, Leader of Longo's Merry Men cannot believe his ears. "Too think that we got ambushed by BH, grabbed a loot car, and were all banged up at the Gates where these idiots decide they want to fight us handicapped... these guys are very irritating. They start mouthing off and attacking us for no reason, and I have had it." No more Mr Nice Longo. We paid them to get our damaged cars home this time, big deal." With that, Anthony tacks a photo to the bar message board....
darthspanky Posted Apr 9, 2009, 12:46 am	'oh my god you know what this means, gearjammers are gunna get ya,'
*goat starer* Posted Apr 9, 2009, 1:06 am	Drummond watches as the Badlands people chase Trooper Anthony out of the town armed with a motley assortment of agricultural implements, tyre irons and vegetables. Women hiss and spit at him as he passes. Children taunt him and throw stones. He smiles as he watches a dormant political will rise in the downtrodden people. Wandering over to tne noticeboard he sees the photo "nice car" he thinks but quickly remembers the words of Marshal Ramos as he sent him on this mission to spread the revolution in the lawless south. "the Red Army is the physical embodiment of the will of the people. Its legitimacy rests in the collective will. The weapns of war are a paper tiger when placed alongside the might of the workers united. keep your equipment in good order but mourn not its passing. material goods have no value. Only ideals have power." "nice car" he thinks "but it stands best as a piece of defiant art. When the workers want to create a work of art they make it themselves. capitalists can only steal their work. They do not understand its true meaning." Time for a drink ... tomorrow there is more work to do! "Vodka Comrade barman!" he calls