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Evan:
(That's a roleplay thread. Please, if you post here, do it as your 'character' and not 'yourself'. No smileys and abbreviations.)


Is this thing on doc? Records my words? Good.

You may call me Mr Sanguinetti. That's a pre-recorded message, that will repeat on different frequencies. I will not call myself a leader of some gang, but rather a voice of like minded individuals. We are the Society of Graverobbers. As such, we value the work of everyone who manifolds the number of the dead. If some of our friends gets caught by them, we grieve, but accept it as a common, and overally beneficial happening.

Our people doesn't share a common origin. We even have people who dug themselves out from Vaults, others never saw letters or caps before meeting us, not to mention such artifacts of our ancestors like guns. Some barely speak the wasteland common, and we can't pronounce their names. In some extreme cases, -right Mr Balta?- we had to teach them to comprehend basic principles of life like ownership or trade. Now even our less umm... sophisticated friends are comprehensive, and can use at least radio, so I can say I'm proud of them.

What I can tell about these people is that they all put aside their preconceptions, common or extraordinary beliefs and deep inherited hatreds to understand and accept the Rule of the Waste - the stronger eats the weaker. And there is always a time in everyone's life when they realize that no matter how strong you are, someone out there is stronger, and afraid to lose that state - so he's eager to crush you. The lucky ones survive that realization. Me and my friends did.

One time, I thought that it's enough if a group of people gathers together to complement each other, sharing their strenghts, and balancing out their weaknesses. And it was. My parents would be amazed to see how far we got following that principle. Hell, even I'm astonished to see one or two marvelousnesses that our people can build up of nothing more than scrap. But now I had to realize that reaching the top of a ladder only got us to the bottom of another. And we all know how it feels to be on the bottom. Defenceless, insecure, lost. It even worse after we had the illusion that we got somewhere.

So this message is for the top-dogs. If you still listening, you are probably one. Our people spread around the Waste, making fragile tents, looking for opportunities. Our net is only held together by an ever-changing radio frequency. There is no home we can return to, or where our elderly members -like me- can retire. What we need at this point is a foundation where the children and the aged can live, so our ragtag gang can prosper. We know that there are secure caves, or even buildings out there that would suit our needs. Sadly all we could find were infested by cannibals, mutants, or even worse. We can't clean those. But some people listens to that frequency who can.

So. We can't offer loyalty, nor we can expect such. That's against the Laws of the Waste. We also doesn't own untold amounts of caps, or piles of the lost technology. Our goods are used to accumulate even more resources almost instantly - but that might change as our situation evolves. Our people are eager, and capable of much. And I'm sure sooner or later someone will receive that transmission who will value the opportunity we present. Name your price. You have your means to contact us.

And if you are just some poor wasteland-bum receiving this transmission by accident, make yourself a favor - bugger off, and look for other prey. Tune on to the Enclave radio - they have cool music too. Sanguinetti out.

Was it all right doc? You can turn it off now.

Evan:
Ragtag robed people gathers at a complex of tents at night. They arrive lonely, or in twos and threes. Some careless moves reveal pieces of shiny armors or guns wrapped in smelly hides on some of them. They band around fires, roast brahmin stakes, dispute among each other on suppressed voice, listen to music and chatter on radios. Soft tension fills the air, the biggest tent is in the center of waitful glances. A wave of silence filled with expectations spreads trough the gang, as the entrance hides of the central tent fold, and a thin, theatrical man in the remains of a suit crawls out from the cigarette smoke and mentat smell, followed by elderly robes.

'My brothers and sisters! Most of you know me in person, the rest listened to my guidance on the radio. I'm Sanguinetti, and we are the Graverobbers. It fills my hearth with joy to see that so many of you made it here today. This is indeed a historical day for our society - and not just for your presence. Yes, the rumors whispered around are true - we did receive an offer for a place that could be the foundation of our.. organization. Our elders, and some selected brave younger ones will head to negotiate with our benefactor soon. We know less about this man, but we didn't cause that much trouble or possess incredible wealths to be worthy of wasting the ammo on us - so we tend to have high expectations - so as you. Cheer for our safe, and successful return.

Also - we most likely will have some long-term guests. I have been contacted by the Armageddon Arms Company - a group of the finest craftsman, who struggles with the same situation as we do. Our success will be theirs too - if all turns out well, we will share our luck with them, spreading the trust and good intentions we have been received. Honor them, and respect their belongings even more than we do each other's, and our cooperation will be the base of a fruitful alliance. Let their lineage to prosper, and let their brethren die of old age buried along with untold treasures for the betterment of further generations.

That is all. Wait for us here to return, and don't eat all the Brahmin. If you don't hear from us in three days, you all know what to do.'

Some cheers can be heard in the crowd, some shoot in the air, but most keep their excitement to themselves, expressing it only by silent muttering while the elders return to their tent.

OskaRus:
With tipical noise and dust cloud on horizon old highwayman arrived to tent and older man with scarred face, confederacy hat and long coat covering his metal armour stepped out of the car. He dropped his cigaret and stepped on it. "I have some old hidden place i no longer need for you. Take it that I would like seeing some young gang grow into respected force." he smiled with smile full of golden teeth waited for some representatives to jump i da car and drove them to his old rusty dustcovered base.

They arrived soon. He blew dust from terminal, it flickered to life and flow of new members to sign in and settle might begin.

Look:
Lector, the man whose face is unknown to many due the fact he always hides it with a scarf was positioned couple of clicks away from the tent, observing everything that is happening on his scope. He saw the wastelanders taking Mr.Sanguinetti with them in the car, signaling him with a small piece of glass right before he went in. It was a sign to Radio him soon as he makes sure everything is in order.

Couple of hours later you could hear the voice on the radio.
"Sanguinetti here, we got ourselves a cave boys, we will share it with Armageddon Arms Company, its their old crafting hideout".

" Affirmative" Lector replied, "send us a location signal and we will load stuff on Hummer and head there". Most of the Graverobbers got on Hummer and went on their way, Lector stayed to pack some food and drinks, then just went for a walk in that direction. It will be a few days walk, just as he likes it. Lonely and quiet, with occasional wanderer to trade with.....or to take stuff from his dead body.

Josh:
A group of men are standing around a highwayman, all looking at each other expectantly. A moment passes and reality dawns on them, the key has been lost. Dr Kevorkian starts interrogating the others with no results and then turns to MegaBoosher and Josh. "Would you two have any thing to add as to the whereabouts of the key?" They exchange looks, "Well..." begins one, "You see.." the other one starts. "We lost it or it disappeared, we're not really sure which. But on the upside we have a place to go to and restart operations!"

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