*You would hear a tape recorder rewinding. An old man with a deep, rough voice would start talking. The sounds of the wind blowing and the sand moving would be present. You could also hear the presence of other men.*
What is there to say? We are what we are, and we believe in what we believe. Yes, we are not in a post-apocalyptic world, but we are close to that... So we need to stand united in some way. That's the comfort that we found in the mountains.
So, answer me this simple question: Why on earth should we jeopardize our comfort on behalf of those that always tried to screw us over? Ain't got an answer for that?... Well, that's what I thought. We are no different than politicians, police officers or big corporation owners. We resolve our problems with our own two hands and we fight for what is ours. The only difference is: we will only leave our sacred location as dead men.
We protect our deity, our space and ourselves with everything we got. That's what He commands. We follow His orders to the grave, like any good soldier should do. So I think one question remains: Why? Well... That's kind of a tricky question. We are a group of people that suffered from the injustices of “The Man†for far too long. Years and years of oppression, loss, death, robberies and overall mistreats led us to doubt everything. And that... led us to a clearer path and message.
Some say it's insanity. Well I can relate to that. It is insanity. But what does make sense in this world? Pluto thought death was the only thing a man could ever want, for his soul to be set free. But it only could be fully free if he or she gained the sufficient amount of knowledge throughout his life.
* You would hear several shotguns reloading. *
Did you acquire that said amount of knowledge?
* You would hear a muffled scream. *
No? Well that's a pitty... We'll never know if Pluto was right after all. But now, you and your friends shall know that the mountain is no place to ever be, and His Majesty is a God never to be mocked. May your soul rot in hell.
* Several shotgun shots would be fired into a screaming man. The blood splattered would be noticeable on the recording.*
May His demands be spread all over the world. And may the country of San Andreas retain this message:
Stay out of the mountains. It's a Raiders warning.
Strike one.
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We are roleplaying an autocratic, highly reactionary society that places itself on the region of Castillo Del Diablo, Bone County. All recruitment and alliance issues are all to be dealt in game, RP'ly. We do not have leaders in this group. Everything is discussed by every member.
As you can see, the topic was made in RP fashion way, as a recording sent to the Police Department. The story and general details of the faction are to remain secretive for the sake of RP.
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