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‘Sup dawg? We’re here for fun. We are not one of these petty groups who’ll hold a grudge for years or go out of our way to achieve a goal – that’s serious business, and business is for business-types. We traded our briefcases for beer money years ago. RDD is instead a rag-tag band of no-good good-for-nothing rootin’-tootin’ 50s slang. Now you’re on the trolley. We’re in this for the lulz and the lulz alone. If we think it’s funny to murder your group back to the stone age, then it’s on like Donkey Kong. However, do not think about underestimating the wits behind the mayhem. RDD is home to some of the most prolific diplomats and cunning strategists around, and will wrangle our way out of any kind of mess. Stay on our good side, or provide a valuable service, and we’re likely to leave you alone. Unless we had our fingers crossed.
Pretty much from the outset, the main stomping grounds for our lads has been Millen Hills, home to our favourite ‘de-vive’ clinic, the Müller Building. However, we've also branched out to cover Shearbank, too, and found a tasty Walnut Whip to crack open. This is the captain of your ship calling. As a death cult, we tend to spend most of the time munching some tasty – and many not-so-tasty – brains whenever we see fit, but have arranged successful real-time strikes on many occasions, and are experimenting with the concept of the fake-time strike. Several member of RDD are entirely nomadic, however, so if that knife in your back way down in New Arkham or Miltown seems familiar, it’s probably us. Hell, even if it’s not us, it is.
RDD members in general are to be considered autonomous. Fuck you, authority. However, the overall clan outside of Urban Dead is led by a leader elected every six months, the current dummy being Haircuts That Kill. However, the leadership of the UD group was previously handled by a separate player, but due to some incriminating photographs and a clever blackmail campaign, ol' Haircuts has taken up the mantle in-game too. Teehee.
RDD at War
RDD does not lose battles. As such, we’re never really ‘at war’ so much as ‘at winning’, but sometimes we pretend like everyone else stands a chance. The following are groups which RDD has interacted with in notable ways. And no, we did not stick anything in any of their poopers.
Allies, and those we murder less often than normal
A History of Violence
We've been through the motions here at RDD. Our first full-on war was with Rotter's Relief, which ended in a peace treaty enabling us to embrace the rot with free revives. Then came the full-on duck-hunt that was Grand Zerg Auto III, which left us knee deep in the dead, so to speak. We kinda... well, we lost count during that one. End result was a marked reduction in zerg activity in the area, though, which was a plus. Then came the Night of the Long Drinks, which sort of waylaid us for a while. But then! OH! THEN! Samhain Slaughter III brought us right out of our hangover, with a glorious holiday across Malton, marred only by last-minute venue changes halving our participation. A direct follow-on from Samhain was the war with the Browncoats, in order to avenge a dick move by the kids. We may have... uh... griefed them out of existence. Sorry guys. Next step? Zerg hunting!
Play by Play
We are an international group that work together on IMs (mainly MSN) and on our own website, Neo Kaon, and are willing to attack any target at any location at any time. No one is safe. We tolerate only one alt per player as RDD, so pick wisely. Or pick for shits and giggles. No big.
RDD is mainly a death cult, but we accept all elements of play within the group. We support PKing, GKing, RKing, ZKing (better to g!b mah zambah brazzahz an z!zzahz zan zah Bang Bang Man g!b zam. Zambahz zzzz avaah zah g!b annazaa) and JFKing. We have no respect for "Sacred Ground" or "Honour Amongst Thieves", because, damn it, mayhem.
Do you have what it takes to join RDD? Do you have the fortitude and aptitude? Do you have zero respect for authority, a tiny attention span, a love of mayhem and the £25 admission charge? Do you have Misanthropy's "The Real Thing" CD? Cause, seriously, I need to figure out where I left that. Contact Haircuts That Kill or Psychout to apply. And don't forget to bring the money.