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*Shonufff* Comanche Racer Renegade Group: Marshals Posts: 131 Joined: Dec 24, 2007 Yeehaw!  screams Jamie S. Look what I found!  Then stands on the Bar holding a piece of Lizard Skin and reads loudly: PAY FOR PERFORMANCE Are you getting paid for your hard work?  Most of us would say NO.  We usually drop our mechs off at camp and they work until they drop.  The gang is left  with nothing to show for their mechs hard work until items are produced. Well at Camp Dixieland we PAY FOR PERFORMANCE.  Bring your mech to camp Dixieland and we will pay you $50k a week for mechs 120 or higher.  All of this is in addition to receiving the normal perks of camp.  Even Vets run low on cash!  So bring your 120 mechs to the camp where they get paid for their hard work.  We will run this for three months but the camp leadership reserves the right to cancel at any time and make effective changes as we move along.  Our goal is to move our MR OVER 100 AND KEEP IT THERE. to qualify, they must: -be and stay subscribed -apply for membership to the camp and be at least an associate member -maintain at least 1 mechanic (4 max) resident in camp for the entire weekly maintenance cycle. -mech skill must be 120 or higher, specializations immaterial -allowances for Thursday training travel will be permitted as long as the mech has returned by daily maintenance Friday (00:00). -be present in the character pool and be prepared to participate in camp fame events, scouts, defenses, etc. The benefits include: -weekly pay -discounts on camp produced goods -use of camp pool vehicles -free fuel for mission vehicles upon request -other opportunities as they present Starts Sunday December 5th ......................... vet wv marshal Posted Dec 1, 2010, 10:15 pm

DixieNormus Blackwatch Racer Badlands Truckstop Faction Group: Members Posts: 165 Joined: Dec 8, 2009 "Crazy" Joe always looked forward to this time of the day. The sun descending in the late afternoon sky, just touching the mountain tops in the distance towards no-mans land. The coolness, while still dangerous, was a welcome relief from the daily toil to man and machine. He shuffled around the tables on the deck in front of his tavern and reached for the reinforced shades that protected him and his customers from the harshness of the day. With a quick "fwip!", exposed the space to a blast of fresh air, which was a far cry better then the stale malt and nasty feet he had to put up with during times that were closed off. He stood, quietly marveling, with his arms crossed over his chest as the first gangs rolled in for their nightly entertainment, enjoying the cool air on his sweaty,sand-stained face. In the distance, towards the town gate, a large dust cloud rose from the road looming ever closer, and engine sounds, large ones, unlike the cheap stuff that Arizona peddled over at the "chopshop". These clearly were not from around here. His curiosity piqued, he steped a little closer to the door not knowing what to expect. Out of the bloom appeared several lorries in column, obviously a trader in from Somerset, but carrying what? They rolled by the front of his shop, one by one, but didn't turn toward the market as he would expect, but towards the back of town where all the lockups were. He counted, 1...2...3, and quit at 6 as his attention shifted to the throaty 5L sounds of a well maintained Buzzer, and then a second, which appeared to be coming to him from out of the cloud. As the lorry train finished past, he could clearly see the outlines of several big pickups traversing in the dust, obviously the escorts. How many? was a mystery, but a lot, he figured, given the size of the lift. Confusion set in as the buzzers slamed on brakes sending rocks and dust flying around the parking spaces. He could barely make out a stencil on the side of one through the dustcake, "Az-ra-el", "Azrael", "'The Angel of Death'", he thought to himself, remembering from what little history remained of this place. Feeling a little unnerved by the whole entrance, the cool breeze forgotten, moved a little closer to the door where the shotgun was hidden, just in case it was gonna be one of those days, and sighed nervously!. Shortly, the doors flew open on the buzzers and the crews bailed out, hardly before they even completely stopped! through the dusting off of clothes and gear with a quick 360 degree security check, the tallest one of the group made toward the steps and caught Joe in a "deer-in-the-headlights" stare. "Hey, you Joe?", he shouted, moving quickly now. Joe, with his hand now on the shotgun in an ever tightening grip. "Maybe, who's asking?" Joe fired back as he centered his balance on his feet in a defensive stance preparing for the worst. It wouldn't take long to level the shotgun now. "I'm Johnny Edwards, Some know me as "Jumping" Johnny, Those are my trucks, and these are my people, The 'Blackwatch'" He said, matter-of-factly, slowing up the pace a little at the top of the stairs and stretching out his hand to greet. "Are you Joe?", he offered in a lower tone, questioning with his outstretched hand? Joe, still shaken and responding rather sheepishly, "Sure, who else?" as he released the grip on the street howitzer to take Johnny's hand. He could feel the cool breeze again. "In that case, Sir, I would like to buy the house some drinks, and make an announcement." he stated, as the rest of his buzzer crews rolled up behind him on the deck. "Johnny, we gotta go, lets make this quick!" Ralph Chambers, Johnny's second in command and chief scout, directed, as he took up the position to Johnny's immediate right and quickly scanned the room for threats. "By all means, after you!" Joe motioned to allow the crew access ahead of him. As they entered the mostly quiet scene with everyone hovering over a cup or a basket full of corn crunch, Joe spoke up. "Hey people, this here's Johnny, and he'd like to buy you all a drink!" The place immediately erupted into all manner of "yee-haws" and "Woo-hoos" as the line started forming at the bar, the barflys trampling each other to get in front. The Blackwatch people made there way to the open doors and spread out around the room to protect their gang leader from any "mishaps", which would have been unfortunate. The sudden rush on the bar wenches earned Johnny an evil eye from all except Joe, who was grinning ear to ear once Johnny passed him a stack of bills. Once the noise level receded to a managable level, Joe spoke up again. "You all listen up, Johnny has something you want to hear" he broadcasted around the room. Johnny jumped up onto the nearest table and surveyed the room to meter the attention, noticeing every eyeball squarely upon him. "Some of you may know me, others, maybe not." he went on to introduce himself and his gang, then continued. "The Blackwatch has recently come into ownership of a camp very near here and are looking for decent mechanics to man the shops. I know that my managers have distributed announcements to the pubs looking for them and offering weekly income. But for some reason, which I cannot understand, there have'nt been any takers." He pulled off his pack, opened and upended it onto the table at his feet. The rather large stack of green bills immediately cementing everyones focus. "I want to make a standing offer to any gang who is looking for work or a place to base their mechanics. The Blackwatch will pay you $25,000 large to do nothing but sign up for membership at 'DixieLand' from this point forward." he goes on, "After your membership has been accepted, We will send that gang an additional $25,000 large for the first mechanic with skill 120 or above that arrives in residence at the camp". "After that, as long as that 120+ mechanic stays in residence at the camp, he will recieve $50,000 a week! Thats $200,000 a month, per mech!, people, now who would'nt want to do that?" he questions into the glassy stares. "Now, this is in effect as of now, and stops when I say it stops" He hopped down off the table and picked up two neat stacks of bills and held it in his hand above his head, and announced, "Now, Who's first?" ......................... vet wv Posted Dec 4, 2010, 10:40 pm Last edited Dec 7, 2010, 3:45 am by DixieNormus

SofaKing Cork Soakers Pedestrian Renegade Group: Members Posts: 4 Joined: Dec 19, 2009 "You know, free beer always tastes better than beer you have to pay for." Paul slammed his mug onto the table top. "You dam right!" agreed Gabriel, who also slammed his mug down, and motioned for the waitress. "Another two free beers over here!" "You know what else? I'll bet this dude is loaded, and we just might need to help unload him a little. Let's take him up on his offer, our cousin can go work for him, and we can scope out the camp, and see what loot we can get our hands on." "You're smarter than you look," quipped Gabriel, as he stood up and started walking towards the man in the middle of the bar with the big wads of money. Paul got up and walked behind him. "We'll take you up on your offer there, mister. We know a mechanic that would enjoy working at your camp, and we'd enjoy collecting that twenty-five thou." Paul and Gabriel both rubbed their greedy hands together. "My name's Paul Dorrough, and this here's Gabriel Westrick. We're both newly hired gunners for SofaKing Baaad, but that gang is small-time, and we're looking for some big action. Our cousin, Tomas, is an awesome mechanic, and he too wants to move up to a better gang." Paul and Gabriel both offered their hands to Johnny Edwards. "What do you say, do we have a deal?" ......................... wv Posted Dec 7, 2010, 4:08 am Last edited Dec 7, 2010, 4:13 am by SofaKing

*Shonufff* Comanche Racer Renegade Group: Marshals Posts: 131 Joined: Dec 24, 2007 Jamie turns and looks on as Gabriel talks. All of sudden the ground starts to shake. What the ____ ! exclaims Jamie. Then a voice seemed to come from nowhere! "They shall remember our name"! "They shall remember our name"! "They shall remember our name"! it gets louder! Then down the street a cloud of dust settles as Comanche rumbles to a halt! The biggest guy Jamie has ever seen.... jumped out of the Apache flanked by twin Windys! ......................... vet wv marshal Posted Dec 7, 2010, 1:19 pm

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