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Part 1

"Did you hear about the speech,

man?"
"I did. I wonder what's so important, that it forces CrazyJay to show himself for once." Jeremy replies to his long-time friend Gyodon, before ordering up another shot of whiskey.
[font]"Maybe it's got something to do with the[/font] economy rebuilding efforts." suggests Gyodon, full knowing that's a stretch. [/FONT]
[font]"I'm pretty sure TheSaw would be the one[/font] to update the public about something like that. He's the only one we ever really see." Jeremy says, receiving his shot glass. "Hey man, you know I drink this shit on the rocks."[/FONT]
[font]"Oh yeah, sorry Jer'" The bartender says[/font] pulling the glass back, as another patron enter the bar.[/FONT]

[font]"You guys hear abo-" Scarecrow starts be[/font]fore being interrupted by half the men sitting at the bar. [/FONT]
"Yes..."
[font]"Oh. Well aren't you guys just up to dat[/font]e on fucking everything." Scarecrow says waiving the bartender over.[/FONT]

[font]"How's it going Scarecrow? Any inside in[/font]fo on this announcement?" Gyodon asks, leaning back to see the former NTF take a seat on the opposite side of Jeremy. The New Tactics Force, or NTF, was the primary agency for resolving internal strife and conflicts within Stickpage, at least before it was disbanded during the economy reset. Many of their agents were former military, and had specialties ranging from urban warfare, intel gathering, interrogation, and computer hacking. Scarecrow worked more on the support side of things, ensuring the field agents had the information they needed, and played as their eyes and ears by hacking into security systems. [/FONT]

[font]"Inside info? Do I look like I still wor[/font]k for the fucking government?" Scarecrow replies gesturing his torn blue jeans and a typical black AC/DC t-shirt.[/FONT]

[font]"Alright, everybody shut up, it's time n[/font]ow. Let's see what the big news is." The bartender says walking past the three at the bar. He slides Scarecrow his usual Rum and Coke, before flipping on the TV and turning it to channel 3. The entire bar fell quiet.[/FONT]

[font]The screen flickered a few times upon st[/font]artup before displaying the news anchors sitting excited at the desk. The minor happenings scrolled across the bottom of the screen as the anchors spoke. “14 year old arrested for driving combine down freeway… habitual molester releases from prison next week… “ The news anchors spoke about the politics and analyzed the economy while they waited for the announcement to start. After just a few seconds they listened into their in-ear microphones before cutting out to the empty podium with the Stickpage flag displayed on the wall in the background. A tall man walked into view. He stood behind the podium and smiled at the people gathered in front of him. He was very well-kept, wore a nice suit, and held his head up high. [/FONT]

[font]"Who the fuck is this guy?" Gyodon asked[/font] waving an angry hand at the television. "I thought CrazyJay was going to speak!"[/FONT]

[font]After a short pause the man onscreen spe[/font]aks, "As I'm sure some of you have noticed, I am not CrazyJay. Not to worry though. TheSaw is here, and he will be speaking shortly. I, on the other hand, will be making some announcements here and now. I am Stone, the President of FluidAnims, and a strong long-time ally to Stickpage. I am here today, with your Vice-President, to announce what we believe to be mutually beneficial for both our countries. A merge, a union, a marriage. Our borders will be drawn off the maps, and our countries will become one. This will of course result in a change of federal laws to better suit both of our nations, and will also include a change in some political and government positions. Given time, we will strive together and Stickpage will again become one of the greater superpowers of the world."[/FONT]

[font]TheSaw stepped up to the podium beside S[/font]tone and added, "I realize this may seem odd at first to everybody. But I assure you, it is best for Stickpage. CrazyJay and I have gone over this with our friends from FluidAnims here for quite a while. I would ask of everybody to please treat our new citizens with the same respect and kindness you show each other." [/FONT]

[font]"Well... I didn't see that coming." Jere[/font]my says taking a drink from his glass.[/FONT]
[font]"So wait. FluidAnims is coming in and ch[/font]anging OUR laws to fit them better? Am I getting this right?" Gyodon asks turning to Jeremy for confirmation.[/FONT]
[font]"Yeah, that sounds about right. You know[/font], I don't mind them coming in here, but leave our shit alone, man." Jeremy explains, "We haven't even fully recovered from the reset yet."[/FONT]
[font]"I think it could help us quite a bit." [/font]A voice piped up from a table in the back of the bar, "Not sure how I feel about them taking office though."[/FONT]
[font]"Zed? What are you doing here?" Jeremy a[/font]sks, recognizing the voice from TV years ago.[/FONT]
[font]"This is my Friday pub. I drink here eve[/font]ry Friday." Zed replies, brandishing a half empty bottle of gin.[/FONT]
[font]"I thought I smelled an old washed-up po[/font]litician come in a while ago." Gyodon says turning on the barstool to face him, "Sounds like somebody's a little sour about their old position being handed over to these FAgs." [/FONT]
[font]"Hey, I'm no-" Zed begins, before being [/font]interrupted.[/FONT]
[font]"Oh no. Fuck that. FUCK that. This is OU[/font]R country. WE hold the power here, not these fucking immigrants." Gyodon yells, nearly knocking over his drink, "We should petition this shit! What do you think Jeremy?" Jeremy sat silent for a moment, clearly thinking something over. [/FONT]

[font]"I feel throwing a petition around would[/font]n't do much good about this, Gyodon." He finally says, rising from his seat. He places a few bills down next to his glass, and gathers his jacket, before signaling for Scarecrow and Gyodon to follow.[/FONT]
[font]"Where are you dragging us to now?" Scar[/font]ecrow questions, "I haven't even touched my drink yet."[/FONT]
[font]"We're going to my place, we have someth[/font]ing to discuss."[/FONT]

[font]Jeff knocks on the wall next to the open[/font] door of his boss' new office in the Stickpage capital building. Located on the fourteenth floor, the office provides a nice view of Stickpaeg, the capital city, and some of the neighboring cities and suburbs. There wasn't much of a countryside, some small patches here and there between suburbs that were used for farming. Most of the larger cities just blended into one another making it quite easy to enter another city without even noticing. "Looks like you've moved in pretty nicely." Jeff mentions, approaching the windows, "You have quite the view up here Mr. President." [/FONT]

[font]"Technically I'm no longer a president. [/font]You don't need to keep referring to me that way, Jeff." Stone insists, lifting himself from his chair and standing alongside his friend and subordinate, as he gazes out across the cities. "And yes, the view is pretty remarkable. But I'm sure you didn't come here just to tell me that. What's going on?"[/FONT]

[font]"Well, its been a couple days since you'[/font]ve made the big announcement." [/FONT]
[font]"Yeah, and? We already know about the fe[/font]w groups protesting the change. They will give up, and see the light in things soon enough. They shouldn't be anything to worry about." Stone assures him.[/FONT]
[font]"But there is one man, he's come to spea[/font]k to you about the change. I have him waiting in the hallway, I think you need to hear what he has to say."[/FONT]
[font]"Alright. Call him in." Stone says, turn[/font]ing away from the window. Standing behind his desk, he readies the intercom to call security, before sternly placing his hands down in front of him. [/FONT]
[font]Jeff briefly exits the room. Upon reentr[/font]y, he is accompanied by a sharply dressed man, who only takes a few steps into the office before stopping. [/FONT]

[font]"What can I do for you sir?" Stone inten[/font]tly asks the stranger, giving him a quick look over.[/FONT]
[font]"It's a pleasure to meet you sir, my nam[/font]e is Jeremy." He responds.[/FONT]
[font]"Nice to meet you Jeremy. You apparently[/font] already know who I am. I was told you had something to tell me?"[/FONT]
[font]"I do. I have here a list here of terms.[/font] Regarding the merge, and FluidAnims place in our society." Jeremy says, pulling a piece of paper from his pocket.[/FONT]
"What are these terms?"
[font]"Here." Jeremy hands the paper to Jeff, [/font]who in turn walks across the office to place it on Stone's desk. Stone pulls it to edge of the desk, before picking it up and unfolding it.[/FONT]
[font]"These are some pretty serious demands h[/font]ere Jeremy. Restricting government positions to original Stickpage civilians? Segregating our cultural influences from the rest of the country? I'm sorry, but none of this is going to happen."[/FONT]
[font]"It will happen. If you don't make it, w[/font]e will. We don't mind you coming into our country, but none of your officials will hold any power here. We'll see to anybody that does."[/FONT]
[font]"What it sounds like you're suggesting, [/font]would be an act of war. You look like a smart man Jeremy, I find it hard to believe you would do anything so brash." Stone says crumpling the paper up and tossing it into the trashcan at the side of his desk.[/FONT]
[font]"We're men of action. You have our terms[/font], and you know there will be consequences if they're not met. I think our business here is done." Jeremy says, still standing near the door.[/FONT]
[font]"Jeff, have this man escorted out of her[/font]e." Stone insists, nodding towards Jeremy. [/FONT]
[font]Jeff steps into the hall and calls a sec[/font]urity guard over. After patting Jeremy over the shoulder and leading him out of the office, the guard guides him down the hall, toward the elevators.[/FONT]

[font]"What do you think?" Jeff asks, stepping[/font] back into the office.[/FONT]
[font]"I think he's bluffing. There's nothing [/font]he can do to stop the merge." Stone assures him, turning back to the view of the cities.[/FONT]
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Part 2

[font]Stone sits behind the stage setup in the[/font] middle of Park Central, waiting for TheSaw to call his name. Three gigantic screens set up on the back wall obstruct the public's view of the speakers getting prepared in the back, as well as give the crowd a better view of the current speaker. A week after the big announcement, Stone and TheSaw were finally announcing the first newly promoted public official, to serve as one of the main lawmakers. The assembly drew in a slightly larger crowd than they had anticipated, likely due to the recent rumors of FluidAnims taking or replacing most of the positions being opened. These rumors of course, were true. Jombo, chosen for his service as a police officer in FluidAnims, was being inducted into office today. Stone approached the new official, and handed him some cue cards to read when its his turn to speak. Stone will be introducing him as soon as TheSaw is done speaking and calls him up. [/FONT]

[font]"You'll be fine." Stone tells Jombo, pat[/font]ting him on the back. "Just keep to the cards until you've got some more speeches under your belt."[/FONT]
[font]"Thanks, I appreciate this promotion." J[/font]ombo says, skimming over the cards and mentally preparing himself for facing a large crowd for the first time.[/FONT]
[font]"Well I know you've served us well in th[/font]e past. I know you won't let us down here." Stone reassures him, just before he's called up to the stage.[/FONT]

[font]"Stone, you're up." His assistant yells [/font]from the side of the stage. Stone hops up the steps and around one of the tall speakers, to now face the mass of Stickpage citizens crowded in front of the stage. "Whoa, the crowd’s a lot bigger than it was when I peeked out earlier" he thought to himself as he made his way to the podium. [/FONT]

[font]"All yours, Stone." TheSaw says, handing[/font] him the microphone.[/FONT]
[font]"Thank you 'Saw." Stone nods, before tak[/font]ing his position behind the podium. "Hello again Stickpage. Today I will be introducing a man that has served us well on the streets of FluidAnims as a police officer. He has proved himself time and time again, and as a former cop, he has a lot of experience with laws, order, and justice. I believe he will make a fine addition to the panel of law advisers. Please everybody, give a big hand to the man we've come here for today, Jombo."[/FONT]

[font]Jombo nervously steps up onto the stage,[/font] and peers out across the crowd. Handing the microphone over to Jombo. Stone and TheSaw take position to the far left of the stage as Jombo approaches the podium. [/FONT]

[font]"So uh, hello everybody." Jombo flips th[/font]rough the cue cards trying to find the first one again. After finding it, he clears his throat, and begins reading. "I'm sure some of you are skeptical about outsiders running certain aspects of your country, but I assure you, you're in good hands. FluidAnims ran like a well oiled mach-" Jombo was cut off mid-sentence by a loud pop from the speakers, followed by the three large screens behind him going blank. After a few seconds, part of a music track started blasting through the speakers. "We're not gonna take it! No, we ain't gonna take it! We're not gonna take it, anymore!" Jombo turned to see the Stickpage flag now displayed on all three monitors behind him "...what the hell?" [/FONT]

[font]Stone yells to his assistant, "Fix this,[/font] shut the feed down!"[/FONT]
[font]"I did!" The assistant yells back, holdi[/font]ng up the laptop they were directing the feed from. "It's being controlled from somewhere else!"[/FONT]

[COLOR=#000000][font]The sound of an old misfiring V8 engine [/font]screamed over the music, from the far right of the stage. A large panel van roared through the park, kicking chunks of dirt and grass up from the rear tires. Old and rusted, the van swerves around a couple camera crewman, forcing the weight of the van to one side, almost to the point of tipping due to the worn suspension. The driver compensates, and slides the vehicle against the side of the stage. The impact shook the whole structure, knocking everybody on it off their feet. TheSaw falls against one of the speakers, catching himself from going over the edge. Jombo only makes it back up to one knee, before a man from the audience climbs onto the stage, shoves the security guard over the edge, and grabs Jombo from behind pressing a pistol to the side of his head. "Everybody stay back! Don't fucking move!" The man yells, his identity hidden by a pa

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Part 7

WarCorrespondent stands in the break room of a high security prison just outside Stickpeag City. The room has been turned over to the former FluidAnims SWAT team for the time being, in preparation for the possible prison attack by Jeremy. One wall of the room has a couple monitors and some communication equipment hung on it. The tables are covered in blueprints of various levels of the prison, the roof-top taking priority and most of the table space.

Jessepinwheel stops outside the makeshift command center, with details from the entrance team below. Standing at attention, uniform kept to exact standards, the stern female officer clears her throat to get the commanders attention, “Sir.” WarCorrespondent waves her into the elevator. “How’s progress going down there?” Jessepinwheel puts her finger to stairwell C on the blueprint of the first floor, “This staircase doesn’t go to the roof, so we redistributed those men to stairs A and B as well as the main entrance” she responds through pursed lips, “Other than that, everything is as you ordered.”

“Good. My men will cover the elevators. If Jeremy and his crew show up for those two thugs, we’ll be ready for them.” WarCorrespondent nods toward one of the monitors, displaying the east wing’s lounging area, where Scarecrow and #32 spend most of their time. Sure enough, the two are sat in their stiff plastic blue chairs in front of the small ceiling mounted television, watching the weather.

Their lounging area was in the center of the east wing, surrounded by three floors of cells. Scarecrow recalls there being six floors to the prison from his NTF days, though he never set foot inside the building. Perhaps this was just one of two cell ‘clusters’ in the east wing. In that case, were they in the bottom, or top cluster? It doesn’t matter, he thought. An escape was impossible before, but now the security seems to have ramped up everywhere he goes. The lounge area, the dining hall, the courtyard. Even the touring school children he can see through a tempered glass pane on the west wall, have been accompanied by armed escorts the last couple days.

“Why do we keep watching the news, man?” #32 asks, picking away at a seemingly stale dinner roll left over from his lunch tray.
“Haven’t you noticed the security around this place? It’s twice as strong as when we first got here.” Scarecrow responds, hardly impressed #32 hadn’t noticed, “Jeremy must have done something big out there, and I want to find out what it is.”
“So, how would that relate to the prison security?” #32 replies, still picking at the roll, half his attention on why this place gives them such shitty food.
“I don’t know… hence the news.” Scarecrow retorts, “And Jeus, just eat that damn thing already.”

The weather segment ends, and the station cuts back to it’s usual midday anchors. A pretty blonde woman, and a middle aged grey haired man are sat behind a desk. “And that concludes our weather forecast.” Scarecrow mocks with an eyeroll, in perfect time with the elderly man. He’s clearly watched the “What’s New” station far too much over the last few weeks. ‘What’s New’ is Stickpages proprietary government funded news station. Running twenty-four hours, it brings news and events to every household in Stickpage. On it’s launch, it was accompanied by a piece of legislation, requiring all major TV providers to implement an ‘auto-switch’ in their network protocols. This enabled What’s New to broadcast over all major networks in times of emergency with a simple flick of a switch. This was hardly used however, due to the mass audiences it would inconvenience. Jeus forbid it interrupt Rabbit Doubt, SP Mafia, or some other reality TV show.

“And now we’re going to take you to one of our correspondents, live in Newgrounds covering a reported surge in crime,” the blonde anchor introduces, before being replaced with a slightly grainy picture of their reporter.
“Thanks guys. It would seem that the black market activity here in Newgrounds has spiked over the last month or two. I’ve spoken to numerous officials, and they were not able to tell me the cause of the increased activity. They seemed to be under the impression that the operation is being spearheaded by illegal immigrants. So naturally, they were hesitant to speak to an outsider about the issue. That’s all I’ve got for now, I’ll keep you posted with any updates. Back to you guys,” the reporter attempts to segway, followed by a long pause. “...I’m sorry, they must be having technical difficu-” The reporter is cut off when the signal breaks, and is replaced with What’s New’s typical “We’ll be right back…” placeholder screen, usually used when they experience technical difficulties.

Shortly after the What’s New station’s signal was lost, the faint sound of police sirens could be heard outside its main headquarters. Soon, multiple police cruisers and trucks skid to a stop in front of the building. The first few officers exit the vehicles to block and redirect traffic away from the station, followed by a couple guys placing down traffic cones. One of the trucks acts as cover for an equipment van that pulls onto the scene shortly after. Oxob steps up into the back of the van to find the usual radios and megaphones, and other various communication devices commonly used in hostage or standoff situations. He also found some small mobile TV screens, which all displayed the “We’ll be back soon…” placeholder screen from the TV station. These proved to be unnecessary however, as the TV station itself had a large 40-foot LCD screen, dubbed the SkyTV, mounted outside the twelfth floor, near the top of the building.

“Got everything you need back there?” Smile, a young Stickpage native and rookie officer, asks from the front of the van.
“Yeah, it looks like it,” Oxob replies, picking up some radios, “Is there a mobile command post on its way?”
“I didn’t see any being prepped. I think they’re all in use at the prison right now.”
“Oh right… Well that’s just great,” Oxob groans, tossing Smile a radio, “Take this, you’re on the entrance for now.”

By the time Oxob exits the van, a number of senior officers have gathered around the back waiting for instruction. “What do you guys know?” he asks the closest officer.
“Not much. Panic button was pushed. No response from the building afterwards, and now they’re off-air,” he replies.
“Alright, so nothing I don’t already know,” Oxob sighs.
“There are at least two figures vaguely visible just inside the main entrance doors,” another officer contributes.
Oxob glanced for himself, “I’m going to try to open communication with whoever’s inside,” he says before assigning the other officers their orders. He urges them not to make a move unless he specifically says to, stressing the unknown number of civilians in the building and a possible hostage situation.
“Have you seen any of them yet?” Oxob asks, making his way towards another truck to get equipped.
“We’ve only seen two of them so far, the two males near the entrance. Look like twins or something.”

Devour and Sacred cringe slightly from inside the building lobby as police surround the front of the building. The two took positions near the front door armed with MP5s, in case the authorities tried to breach the building. ‘We’re fucked,’ Sacred thinks to himself, while instinctively switching off the safety of his MP5. Oxob eventually emerges from behind one of the police SUVs, equipped with a kevlar vest, and carrying a megaphone in his right hand. He stops about forty feet from the doors and lifts the megaphone to his mouth, “This is Oxob, with the Stickpaeg City Task Force. Please respond or we will be forced to enter the building.”

“STAY BACK!” Devour yells, brandishing the MP5 through the glass entrance doors before slamming them closed again.
“Shit…” Sacred utters, “You better call Jeremy.”
“Hey Jer’, they’re trying to speak to us.” Devour says slightly panicked into a cheap walkie-talkie.
“Alright,” Jeremy buzzes over the radio, “I guess it’s time to answer them. Give me a minute.”

“Are you sure about this, man?” Sacred asks Devour, feeling uneasy about rubber bullets and bean bags as their only means of defense, “These guys are wearing tactical gear and armor again. These things aren't even going to phase them.”
“Yeah, well if everything goes according to plan, we’ll be out of here before they get in.” Devour reassures, “Have some faith, man.”
“Alright…” Sacred sighs, remaining unsure, “I just hope the shit doesn’t hit the fan down here.”

The two stand guard inside the front entrance of the building, ignoring Oxob’s repeated pleas for a response. After a few more failed communication attempt, he begins to lose patience and signals the officers to start moving toward the entrance. Only a couple steps are taken when the SkyTV atop the building flickers, then returns to the anchor’s desk. Both anchors sit in their chairs, mouths taped, and hands zip-tied behind their chairs. Jeremy stands between them, hands on the back of each chair. “Shit…” Oxob utters under his breath, realizing he lacks the resources to deal with the emerging situation, as most of it is tied up at the prison.

“Are we on now?” Jeremy asks calmly on screen.
“Y-Yeah. You’re good to go,” the cameraman stutters from behind the camera, “Good. Get the emergency alert online.”
The camera bobs as the cameraman hurries to the control panel and flips the switch. The live broadcast is shot out to almost every TV in Stickpage, as their signal overrides all the other networks.

Shortly after, the camera recenters on Jeremy, “Hello Stickpage, I’m sure by this point most of you know who I am. I don’t know what FluidAnims, or Stickpage, or whoever they are now, has told you about us, but we do know something I’m sure they haven't told you yet,” Jeremy pauses for effect, “TheSaw is resigning. And he is being replaced by Stone. I don’t know if this is his own doing, or if he’s acting under duress. President CrazyJay has not stepped in to stop it, so he must’ve had some hand in the decision. FluidAnims leading Stickpage will only lead to the perversion of our heritage and culture, and if our own government isn’t going to intervene, that leaves us. I understand some of you may be hesitant to stand against your own country, but there comes a time when even the most loyal need to take a step back and evaluate what’s in Stickpage’s best interest in the long run. This is one of those times. We need to put our foot down now, or Stickpage, as you have always known it, may not be around to defend much longer. This is not a protest. This is not a rebellion. This is your duty, as Stickpagians, to ensure the survival of your way of life.” Jeremy stands back and signals the cameraman to cut the transmission.

“Shit. Shit. Shit. SHIT!” Oxob shouts, throwing the megaphone against one of the squad cars. After regaining his composure he returns to the equipment van, pointing at one of the officers, “You. Get more guys here, now. I want a full tactical team ready to go in less than an hour. Get a hostage negotiator. Pull people from the prison if you have to.”
“WarCorrespondent isn’t going to like that,” the officer replies.
“WarCorrespondent can fuck himself. They don’t need to be there anymore anyway,” he yells, plucking a phone from the wall of the van.
“Patch me into WarCorrespondent… I don’t care, just do it,” Oxob instructs, before a moment of silence as the call is patched through.
“Oxob? What do you want? I have my hands full here.”
“Oh. Well, are they full of shit from sitting on your thumbs over there? Jeremy isn’t going to prison. He’s at a TV station and he just spilled the beans about Stone all over the place.”
“Aw shit…”
“How the fuck does he know about that?”
“Oh, that. Uh… That may have slipped out during our… interview.”
“Well, who the fuck was asking the questions? Him or you?”

Inside the station, Jeremy breathes a sigh of relief. First time on television and he forces himself on the entire country and basically declares war.
“How was that?” he asks the cameraman as soon as he gets the Off-Air signal.
“Uh, good,” he replies, not daring to tell him he came off a bit shaky, “You guys aren't going to hurt us are you? We’re all Stickpagian, none of us are affiliated with FluidAnims at all.”
“What’s your name?” Jeremy asks.
“Raptor,” the cameraman replies, a quizzical look on his face.
“No, Raptor. We’re not going to hurt anyone. Not even our FluidAnims friend here,” Jeremy says reassuringly, with a nod toward Cavalier, “But Stone and his minions don’t know that.”

“Sup.” Cavalier says from the prep area behind the cameras and teleprompters, seemingly unfazed by the whole situation. Raptor eyed Cavalier for a moment, handcuffed and still in most of his tactical gear, and placed under the careful guard of General Douchington. He wondered what exactly went down before they showed up here, but decided it was best not to probe for information. The only reason he wasn’t bound up and stuck with the rest yet, was because none of Jeremy’s men knew how to operate the broadcast equipment. The rest of the stations crew and employees were zip-tied, and held in a large conference room on the floor below, under the watch of Nish and 2-D. Nish’s large stature and grisly appearance, along with the nature of his criminal history and occasional references to ‘The Human Centipede’, removed any fleeting thoughts of ‘heroism’ among them.

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Cool story, putting the merge in therms of countrys was brilliant.

Man, you make Jeff sound like Stone's bitch.

Btw, pretty cool story there.

A prologue would be nice. Something about SP getting low number of members that eventually made CJ hire Stone.

Then the story starts.

Yeah I don't really have that kind of relationship with Stone.

It's good, but there are some grammatical mistakes and the plot jumps around strangely. It's interesting to read.

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Man, you make Jeff sound like Stone's bitch.

Btw, pretty cool story there.

A prologue would be nice. Something about SP getting low number of members that eventually made CJ hire Stone.

Then the story starts.

We're leaving it open for prequel stories for most of the characters. The reset will be told in one or two of those if they're made.

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Yeah I don't really have that kind of relationship with Stone.

It's good, but there are some grammatical mistakes and the plot jumps around strangely. It's interesting to read.

Thats part of the reason we wanted some help from the FA guys. We dont know alot about most of you, or your relationships with each other. And it probably will jump around a bit just due to the different groups of charactors, but we'll try to keep it pretty streamlined.

Quit your bitchin and enjoy the story. ;)

Btw, i got almost half the 2nd chapter done already. I think its quite good.

Bow chika bow wow.

I like this so far. I'm not sure whether you're going for an accurate depiction of the real-world events, but a lot of this seems incredibly embellished. Doesn't matter, really, just thought I'd point it out lmao.

Also if you need any fact-checking done, just PM me. I can answer whatever

classic scarecrow