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Post by silence on Aug 29, 2014 19:58:49 GMT
19:00 Remaining till Meltdown
Crawn walked out of the explorer`s house with a smile on his face, they had a really good lead, and he was one step closer to enacting his plan.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 29, 2014 20:38:14 GMT
19:00 before Armageddon
The truck rolled to a stop just before the entrance to the wastes, "You sure about this Seth?" Chris asked, "Not a lot of people who go into the wastes come back out."
"It's as good a plan as any." Seth replied, "Now follow those tracks." Chris obeyed, slowly accelerating.
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Post by coolyo294 on Aug 31, 2014 18:55:27 GMT
18.45 to meltdown
The throaty roar of an engine pierced the relative quiet of Valorum's workshop as Olivier rolled up in her newly purchased bike. It hadn't taken too long to find a guilder lackey willing to sell, and though it had taken most of the gang's remaining thrones having wheels would be invaluable in the search for the missing techpriest.
Serena and Gab rushed outside at the sound of the engine, eager to share what they'd found with their leader. Olivier flipped down the bike's kickstand and dismounted to greet them.
"Well? Find anything?" Olivier asked
"Oh yeah. Check it out." Gab said with a grin as she pulled an object from her pocket. It was a black rectangle, roughly the size of a fist with a dull green screen covering most of the top face. A grid was overlaid on the screen and periodically the device would emit a shrill pinging noise. Olivier took the device from Gab and began examining it.
"We found it in a safe in the coghead's office. I think it's some kind of tracking device." Serena said. "We followed it for a bit and it seemed to lead south into the wastes."
"The wastes, eh? Good thing we have a ratskin. You two stay here and keep searching for anything useful." Olivier said. In one smooth motion she jumped back on the bike and pulled up the kickstand. Revving the engine, she wished the two gangers good luck and zoomed off back to Grimtown.
18.15 to meltdown
As she roared through the wastes on her newfound bike, Olivier let out a wild laugh.
"This is so much better than walking!" she hollered, her voice nearly lost to the wind
But her passenger, the diminutive ratskin Kronk, seemed less pleased. Fear was written all over his face as he desperately clung on to Olivier to keep from being thrown off. With every bump they hit a squeak of fear escaped his lips. But despite this, he kept one arm free to watch the tracker and direct Olivier to their location.
After about an hour of driving, they did eventually reach the tracker's location. Deftly Olivier skidded the bike to a halt and cut the engine.
In front of them was a large groundtruck. It had clearly sustained heavy damage. In addition to being flipped up on its side, the cab and engine block were riddled with bullet holes and leaking vital fluids across the ice, leaving a shimmery rainbow slick.
Both Kronk and Olivier drew their weapons as they approached it, wary in case anything was hiding in the truck or nearby. Kronk moved towards the truck's cargo area while Olivier crept towards the cab. Peering inside, she saw nothing but broken glass on the seat and the bullet riddled dashboard.
"Back's empty," Kronk called out.
"Same with the cab." Olivier responded. She moved back to where Kronk was. "Well at least we know he has to be around here somewhere. Do you think you could find any tracks or anything that could lead us to him?"
"Do not worry. If he is nearby Kronk will-" Kronk said before the telltale creaking of ice cut the ratskin off.
Both glanced down at the ground. A spiderweb of cracks was spreading from where they were standing. Clearly their combined weight was too much for the evidently thinner ice to handle and it had begun to collapse.
With adrenaline fueled reactions, Olivier tossed herself to the side just as the ice shattered. She landed safely on a thicker portion but Kronk was not so lucky. He nearly made it when the ice fell out beneath him, revealing a pitch black hole that stretched down emperor-knows how far. His shrill screams filled the air as he fell, but at the last second Olivier jutted out her arm and grabbed the diminutive ratskin by the wrist. With his motion suddenly arrested, Kronk slammed face first into the jagged ice face but at least he was no longer falling.
Olivier dug her boots into the ice and snow as she hauled Kronk up. He was unconscious when Olivier finally pulled him up, the fear and pain too much for him. His face was also severely gashed up by the impact with ice face.
"Come on, wake up!" Olivier said, slapping the ratskin's chest to revive him. "You're not dead! I still need you!"
"Kronk is alive? Praise be the Emperor!" Kronk said as he woke up.
"Yeah, or praise me for saving your ass." Olivier said. "Your face is gonna be pretty scarred up but you'll live. Now come on, we've got a tech priest to find."
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Current time to meltdown: 17.15
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Post by Deleted on Sept 1, 2014 18:00:11 GMT
As the storm raged on Sammy and Jack, oblivious to the threat from Big Black, picked their way through the wastes just outside of Gammerville. "The hell was Rott thinking? Sending us out into the wastes in the middle of this storm." Sammy griped.
"Oh get over it Sammy, Rott just wants us to prove ourselves." Jack taunted.
"Yeah, but he picked a hell of a time to do it." Sammy complained.
"Wait, I think I see something." Jack said, pointing to a small cave.
"Get ready." Sammy said pulling out her Stub Pistol. "Stay close and let's go kill something."
"Ok." Jack said, pulling out his own Stub Pistol and creeping alongside Sammy.
The pair of Juves slowly approached the small cavern, keeping their Stub Pistols pointed towards the entrance. Suddenly Jack sneezed, and startled a pack of Carrion Bats.
"Fuck!" Sammy yelled.
"Shoot!" Jack shouted back. The pair fired a few shots at the creatures but to no avail as they swooped in, Jack fumbled for his makeshift club but one of the bats slammed into him, biting and shrieking. Sammy manged to pull a length of steel bar from her belt and smacked the nearest bat with it, slamming it into the ground with lethal force. Jack tripped and fell struggling to get a grip on the Bat's leathery skin as it bit him repeatedly, the nightmarish beast suddenly pulled off of him and circled overhead. A third bat swooped down colliding with Sammy's head, Sammy clumsily swung her bludgeon striking the Bat repeatedly. The first bat swooped down suddenly barely giving Sammy time to bring the club around for a backhand strike, knocking it to the ground. A fourth bat hit her from behind knocking her to the ground, she screamed as the creature bit her over and over again before taking to flight and disappearing into the wastes.
Jack carefully lifted himself up, he wasn't sure what had happened, one second he was pulling his club free and the next he was on the ground, he must have blacked out, he was covered in bite marks and his arm was bent at an odd angle, probably broken. He gingerly stepped over to where Sammy lay, "You ok?" He asked. A pained moan was his only response. "Guess not. Come on Sammy, let's get back to the hideout." He said, half-pulling half-dragging Sammy to her feet. Mostly in one piece they shambled back towards Gammerville.
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Ice lazily glanced around the warehouse they called home, she was sitting on a makeshift sickbed nursing the stump where her right leg used to be. She was bored, first Rott had sent the Juves out into the wastes and then he had himself run off, but Rott was family as far as she was concerned, and sometimes you had to put up with family. "The hell with this." She said aloud, "Let's see if Jason still has some Lho-Sticks left." She hopped up bracing herself against a makeshift crutch as she retrieved Jason's dufflebag, riffling through the contents, "Let's see, Clothes, boots, a few thrones, lighter, ah Lho-Sticks." She pulled out a stick and lit it, relishing the momentary distraction from her missing leg.
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"Almost there." Rott thought to himself, "Just a few more blocks and I'll be out of this damnable storm." He was making a brisk pace heading back to the hideout, a small package tucked under his arm, when he felt a sudden surge of heat and pain, and then he felt nothing.
An old beggar saw the lightning strike mere inches from where the big ganger was walking. For a split second every muscle in his body tensed up, then he collapsed to the ground. "That's enough to convince me, I'm not hanging around out here in a storm like this." He thought to himself quickly slipping into an abandoned building.
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Summary:
Rottweiler:
-Dead.
Jack:
- +5 xp
- Injured: Left Arm Smashed
Sammy:
- +23 xp
- + 4 levels:
- +1 WS
- +1 I
- + Random Melee Skill: TBD
- + Chosen Skill: Dodge
- Injured: Head wound, Sickened
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Post by AegisFate on Sept 3, 2014 2:18:41 GMT
19:30 before meltdown
Nikolas silently turned away from the table as the rest of the gang leaders filed out, stretching an arm before standing outside. The situation isn't good, not good at all, he thought, hand grabbing a lho stick from the pouch at his belt, lighting it silently and standing still for a moment.
Siren waited in silence as the other Leaders walked, or in the case of the Arctic fox idiot, stormed out. She felt an odd sense of uncertainty as she stood. Things had accelerated quicker than she had anticipated and right now it seemed her two bodyguards wouldn't be enough if they were to save this part of the hive. She voxed home first, asking Overwatch and Killshot to gear up and meet her at the Shrine, then told Pitbull to bring the servitor to her, they would have to move quickly and more bodies were needed. Stepping outside she noticed another leader sheltering in the shadows beside the door and an idea occurred to her, so she tapped him on the shoulder and said "It seems we are both without friends in these troubled times. Perhaps we could join forces in the interest of not letting this slice of the hive become a wasteland while we still live in it."
He turned to the woman approaching him, listening to her offer, inhaling the narcotic deeply before dropping the spent lho stick onto the ground and stamping it out. "Last friend I made went and disappeared on me, so I figure I need a new one, plus living to die another day is very high on my priorities currently." He chuckled slightly, before holding out his hand for a handshake. "Name's Nikolas, master of the Bloodstained Reapers."
"Siren, of The Black Hand. i Have some more help coming, both from my dome and the Golden Gelt, I believe it would be best if we started our own search as soon as possible, the others and the reactor will not wait."
"Of course. I'm pretty sure we'll end up surviving by the skin of our teeth on this little outing. I must quickly collect my men from the Gelt before I can continue though, unless you have your own hiding out there."
She tapped her earpiece, “Yes but they know where to meet us, I'll go with you."
He nodded, motioning for Siren to lead the way, grabbing another lho stick and lighting it.
The two Leaders quickly met up with their escorts outside the pub, the Bloodstained Reapers keeping a distance from Pitbull and her hulking companion, the servitor's head twitching around to follow any nearby movement, but Siren noticed one of them glancing at her bodyguard's bandaged chest. Pitbull had never really grasped the concept of shirts. "Others are on their way Boss," she said. Siren smiled and tapped her shoulder, "They know where to meet us, This is Nikolas, he and his fellows will be joining us in this mission. We'll be hunting the tech priest, he's in some distress, and we need him to to get us out of a bigger one." She turned ti Nickolas, "My girls will behave, lets get searching, we have dallied long enough."
He nodded as they reached the workshop, motioning to his men to search through it, pulling out his autopistol as a precautionary measure. The brief twitch from the three Black Hand members was clear as day, turning to speak to them. "Just in case. The underhive makes one a little paranoid, and considering the amount of looting of this place, I'd like to be safer than sorry.
Siren gave a soft chuckle and gestured to her gun servitor, "By all means, be cautious, I have my security right here." She made another hand gesture as the servitor stalked in, weapons primed for the slightest hint of hostile action.
The men milled through the workshop, digging into various things, looking through most of the already trashed posessions of the eccentric tech priest. Thrown about drawers and rifled through papers adorned most of the structure, the remnants of the man's servitor bodyguards all around, bits and pieces of burnt flesh mingling with damaged or hard to salvage weapons. Mord stepped out from a room to the side, holding up a piece of paper that looked like a map, yelling out loudly that he had discovered something of interest.
"Hey boss, found a map of where Valorum went," he shouted, holding up a scrap of paper with what appeared to be a map of the region. Nikolas nodded before spotting something, a flash of glowing red in the corner of the room.
"What the hell is that," he muttered under his breath, going closer to it and finally revealing it for what it was, a Servo Skull floating aimlessly, a parchment tied to it. Silently he grabbed the parchment, looking it over briefly before trying to grab the skull itself, the servo skull having none of that and floating away silently, looking at him almost as if scolding Nikolas.
With a hint of frustration, he walked away from the skull, coming back to Siren and speaking up "Found something. Think it might lead us to Valorum, but first, a drink?"
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Post by Nepty on Sept 5, 2014 18:35:27 GMT
17 hours and 30 minutes left
Tyler knocked hesitantly on the door. He glanced at Karrus, to his left. They had both gone for some sort of disguise this time as well, as the Doomheads at least were becoming widely recognizable, and the Black Watch were headed down that road. Karrus was frowning deeply at the door under his hood. It creaked open, a worried old face peered out.
“I don’t recognize you form Leon’s gang. Did his boss send you?”
Karrus and Tyler exchanged glances. “We’re not Falcons,” growled Karrus. “We’re from…other gangs.”
The old man glanced them over. “Hrmmm, yes I see it.” He looked down the street. “You’ll be wanting to know something then, or get back at Leon. If you’re going to shoot me, at least let me sit down.
“We’re not here to kill anyone,” said Tyler, “We just want to know where Valorum’s gotten to.”
“Ah,” said the greybeard, “I can tell you that. Give me a moment though.” He shuffled back inside his house. Karrus and Tyler followed. They took seats in the living room, wich was mostly covered in rugs and tables and the odd old leather chair. Karrus grimaced as he navigated his way through the mess. There were newspapers piled three feet deep in some places.
The old man hobbled in with three cups of recaf on a plate. He set them down in front of them. Karrus reached down and took a hesitant sip, but Tyler left his untouched. He didn’t like the idea of the old man poisoning them.
“So, you want to know about Valroum, eh…”
Nearly half an hour later, he was done. Apparently the man was the father of the top Falcon lieutenant Leon, Tyler filed this information away under “Useful knowledge” and Leon had kept him a prisoner in his own house for years. He had used to work for Valorum, and knew about a hidden workshop out in the wastes. His price was simple. There was some sort of subcutaneous alarm device implanted in his skin that Leon had put there. He would know if the old man left the house. The old man would lead them to the workshop, but only if they brought him with them.
“Alright,” said Karrus abruptly. “Why don’t you make some more recaf, I’m out, then we’ll go. Just tell us where it is.” He nodded imperceptibly to Tyler and his cloak shifted. Karrus was reaching for his shock maul.
“I don’t think so,” said the old man with a grin. “I’ll bring you there, but I’m not going to just tell you and let you bash me over the head.” Karrus grunted, his bluff had been called.
He turned to Tyler. “Well. Looks like we have to do it the hard way.” The hard way was difficult, on their way, skulking through Plosper, they had seen a Falcon truck and a Falcon car both, as well as numerous in the streets.
Tyler nodded. They had a contingency plan for this though. He spoke into his Vox. “Ila, go. The rest of you, plan B.”
They stepped outside. The old man lingered inside for a while, then stepped to the doorstep. There was a distant boom, and a plume of smoke rose over some far-off buildings. Gunfire started to chatter to life and they could hear the faint sound of vehicle engines. As they waited, Tyler saw some Falcons round the corner and point and gesture at them excitedly. One of them had a meltagun, another had a giant hammer. Someone fired a bolt pistol, and the fat round spranged off of the cement. Tyler got to one knee and fired off a burst from his boltgun.
The Falcons scattered. “Karrus, here comes the convoy!”
The Doomhead’s truck was in the lead, with the Brotherhood’s huge armored car roaring along behind. One of the Falcons stood her ground, lifting a Meltagun and pointing it at the truck. She fired, and then was thrown over a dozen feet as the vehicle slammed into her, smashing her against a nearby hab as it rolled up in front of them.
Then, out of nowhere, two Falcons charged them. One of them had Karrus on the back step, hammering at him with a shock maul. He parried the blows with his chainsword. Tyler, on the other hand, found himself going boltgun-to-hammer with a huge bitch wielding a war hammer. He cracked her in the jaw with the butt of his weapon but she caught him on the upswing. He went to his knees dazedly.
Inside the armored car, Mark pulled to a stop, and Hadrian leaned out the window, firing his needle pistol at the woman who’d just downed Tyler. Unfortunately the car hit someone as he did and the poison darts went wide. She noticed though and with a snarl, turned and grabbed his collar, bodily dragging him out of the vehicle. Hadrian grunted as he hit the floor. He was aware of an autocannon going off somewhere and yet another engine roar. The giant Falcon hit him with her hammer nearly half a dozen times before his left hand found Tyler’s fallen bolter and he swung it up like a mace, sending her reeling, allowing him time to crawl away back into the car.
“I got the old man!” said Mark, “Let’s go!” Hadrian pointed. “Tyler’s still there!”
Mark didn’t respond, but gunned the motor. “Let’s go.”
Hadrian hauled himself up, ignoring the pain in his leg as he did so just in time to see one of the Falcon’s grab Tyler by the neck and start to wail on him as the car roared down the street.
“They’ve got him, they’ve got him captured!” protested Hadrian.
“Better him than us,” growled Mark. “Lets just get the money for that coghead.”
All of a sudden, Mark’s plasma gun was out, and pressed against the old man’s head. The conduits whined ominously. “If you try and lead us into a trap us I will shoot you in the head, if you lead us anywhere other than Valorum’s hidden workshop, I will torture you. Do you understand?”
There was a slow nod. “I know how the game is played boy”
“A simple yes or no will suffice.”
“Then yes.” Mark nodded. “Get into the back.” He turned to Hadrian. "Pick up the others, I have a plan."
"But-"
"But nothing."
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Post by Deleted on Sept 5, 2014 19:11:33 GMT
18:00 before Armageddon
A rusty truck slowly rolled into Gelttown from the South, pulling off on the side of the road. "A whole hour Seth, an entire fucking hour of driving in circles." Chris shouted as he climbed out of the drivers seat.
Seth exited the passenger side, walking around the front of the truck and facing Chris, "The trail went cold, it happens. We still have time."
Jason jumped out of the truck bed forcing himself between Seth and Chris, "Calm down both of you, bickering and infighting won't help anyone. Let's just take a sec to cool off and then head to the Tech Priests workshop."
"Fine." Chris spat, "But crap like this is what gets people killed."
"You knew the risks Chris, we all know the risks." Seth replied.
"I will drive, you two can sit in the back and work this shit out." Jason said.
"Fuck that." Chris and Seth responded simultaneously.
"I am in charge here." Seth reminded them. "You two will follow instructions or you won't get your share, now get in the back."
Chris muttered something under his breath as he and Jason climbed in the truck bed.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 9, 2014 23:14:39 GMT
17:50 before Armageddon
The truck rolled to a stop outside Valorum's workshop. "All right let's make this quick, holler if you find anything." Seth said.
20 minutes later they gathered around a servo-skull hovering in the corner of the workshop, "Looks like this is all that's left in here." Jason commented.
"Other gangs already took everything else." Chris said, "Now what's the deal with this thing? And what's stuck to it?"
"knowledge is power, but wealth can buy power and he who has the most expensive coin learns much. But a coin has two sides and one must look past the surface." Seth read, "How cryptic."
"How the fuck does that help us?" Chris asked.
"Seth is a clever man." Jason said, "I'm sure he will think of something."
"An unusual riddle." Seth mused, "But there must be a clue to the answer." He stood thinking for a moment, "Coins." He said.
"Coins? Have you lost it?" Chris demanded.
"Maybe, but I have an idea." Seth said as he walked towards their truck.
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Post by Warork on Sept 10, 2014 9:14:59 GMT
17 hours left
They'd made it back by the skin of their teeth. Karrus was sitting in the back of the truck while Skorch drove them back through the tunnel to Gelttown. He ran his hand down his armor chestplate and found a few new dents and scratches but otherwise he was fine. The fight played over and over in his head in a blur; a whirlwind of violence with an explosive crescendo. He nudged Beast who was sitting next to him.
"That was some damn fine shootin back there." He said. Beast was busy running a cloth over the feed of his burly autocannon.
"Aint much ol' Boom Boom here cant take care of." He said with a smirk. Karrus snorted, remembering that his longtime friend had gone so far as to name his favored weapon.
"You think the Falcons will think twice now before they mess with the Guild?" Kota asked from the other side of the truck bed.
"Yeah, that's our job!" His twin shot back to the mirth of them both. Karrus let them have their moment, Emperor knew they didn't have much cause to laugh these days.
"I'm sure Tyler will find out just how pissed the Falcons are." Storm interjected in his customary way of being a buzzkill. "Think they'll skin him alive, Karrus?"
Karrus rubbed his chin for a moment and shrugged his shoulders. "Hard to tell, They did get Leon's old man, maybe they'll do a prisoner swap."
"What's that old man's deal anyway? Why'd we want to bring him with us?" Skorch said from the driver's cab as he followed the Brotherhood's armored car back through the tunnel from Plosper to Gelttown.
"He knows about the general area where Valorum might be held up." Karrus said. "No doubt Hadrian will want to go looking for it when we get to Gelt."
"And us?" Beast asked. Karrus shrugged his shoulders again.
"I'll let you know when I know."
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The Doomheads were standing around their truck which Skorch had parked in front of the techpriest's ransacked workshop. In the half hour since they'd gotten back to Gelttown the Brotherhood had decided to follow the old man's tip and go searching in the area that he had specified for Valorum's workshop although Karrus had a nagging feeling that even with a general direction in which to look they weren't going to find much out there. His gang had stayed in Gelt after Karrus decided he wanted a look at the cogboy's shop himself seeing as he'd never layed eyes on it first hand. The gang was making small talk and telling jokes while he waited for the Skinners to return. He'd sent them inside to search for clues while the rest of them stayed outside to make sure nobody gave them any problems. Time was of the essence. Suddenly the twins walked out of the shop's front door. Karrus looked up to see one of them holding a roll of paper in his hand.
"Boss!" He said, holding the parchment up as he came forward. "We found something."
"What is it, a map?" Karrus asked as he reached out and took the paper from the twin. The gang gathered around to look at it.
"No." Kota said dejected. "The place has been picked clean. All we found was some servo skull carrying that."
Karrus looked at the words on the parchment: "Knowledge is power, but wealth can buy power and he who has the most expensive coin learns much. But a coin has two sides and one must look past the surface."
"What the fuck is this bullshit?" He asked.
"Its a riddle." Storm announced.
"No shit." Karrus grunted through clenched teeth. "Hold this for me." He said, shoving the parchment at the ganger and stomping off into the workshop.
"Where's he goin?" Syd asked as he disappeared inside the building. By way of answer there was a crashing, wrenching sound that all the gangers winced at followed by undecipherable growling and raging.
"My guess would be to blow off some steam." Beast said as he leaned back against the truck. Suddenly a box full of mechanical bits flew out of the open portal into the open where it crashed to the ground and spilled everywhere.
"SON OF A BITCH!" The angry voice inside the workshop howled. "I SWEAR BY THE THRONE, WHEN I FIND THAT COGBOY I MIGHT JUST DO RAVION A FAVOR AND SHOOT THE FUCKER MYSELF! A MOTHERFUCKING RIDDLE?!"
This outburst was followed by more crashing and this time a servitor's head flew out of the portal and rolled around on the ground a bit before coming to a stop.
"Trust me guys." Beast said sighing. "He'll be cool in a minute."
"RUSTY CUNT BUCKET BITCH, AAARRRRRRRGH--"
"Okay maybe two."
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Post by coolyo294 on Sept 11, 2014 17:20:22 GMT
After hours of fruitless searching in the wastes, Olivier, Gab, and Serena returned to Gelttown. They visited Valorum's workshop to see if there were any more clues to find, but unfortunately it had been picked clean by the other gangers. It also looked like a very angry funnelstorm had torn through it. Papers, drawers, mechanical bits, and servitor parts were strewn everywhere. A heavy looking desk had also been upended.
But in the back of the workshop they did find one thing. A servo skull with a piece of parchment attached to it. After fruitlessly trying to grab the hovering skull, the trio gave up and simply read what was printed on the parchment.
Knowledge is power, but wealth can buy power and he who has the most expensive coin learns much. But a coin has two sides and one must look past the surface." Serena said out loud.
"What the fuck does that mean?" Gab said.
"It's a riddle, dipshit." Olivier scolded. "And I'm sure the other gangers have a head start on figuring it out."
Putting their heads together, the three women began to puzzle what it could mean.
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