S.I.N
| Saints in the Nether | |
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| Abbreviation: | S.I.N. |
| Group Numbers: | unknown |
| Leadership: | We are as one |
| Goals: | Bring humility to the arrogant |
| Recruitment Policy: | Our forum has that information |
| Contact: | Contact the admin at our forum:S.I.N. |
Our Story:
A closet....everyone has one. Secrets hidden for years, kept from the light with hopes that with enough time they will become memory and nothing more. When shoved deep enough the secrets can change...they can grow and get worse.....they can become S.I.N.
Before the infestation there existed an insurance policy taken out by nameless parties that covered their interests in Malton, The Strategic Intelligence Network. When loyalties were forgotten, when egos became too big for the shoes they bore, and when the actions of one became the thorn in another's side......the S.I.N. acted. They were protection, they were the final answer, they were the attack dog for very powerful men.
During the struggles after the initial quarantine there existed no structure, the playing field had been leveled and there was no longer a hand to hold the leash of the S.I.N. With the leaders of the Malton houses thrown to the winds it fell on to the heads of S.I.N. to decide what the next step would be. They had seen what arrogance led to, the taking and retaking of turf…the innocents caught in the cross fire….the good intentions turning to corruption. They had seen lives lost and forfeited…lives that could have been spared but instead had been fettered away like an after thought. They would not be used as some fat cats' trigger….a means to an end…..because there is never an end.
When the horde hit they went underground to regroup. They had worked quickly and acted fast surviving the initial outbreak and hitting the bunkers beneath the south west section of the city. When they finally emerged months later they found the city in ruins and Malton’s people living like rats, scurrying from building to building afraid of their own shadows. What had happened to the resistance they spoke of? The human bond that would see them through? It was a joke…..a whisper in the wind that had been blown away like so many promises like it. The leaders of the city fought between themselves, pissing over sections of map and blocks of broken buildings.
Of course there were attempts to cleanse the city, to protect the innocent….but they were rotten inside….turning black from apathy and power. The Department of Emergency Management boasted strength….made claims to being the light that would see Malton through to the other shore…but it was a lie. Why didn’t they protect the innocent? They sent the naive .. the young and the ignorant to fight their battles. Where was the safety and security of the D.E.M.’s bosom? The civilians still cowered in fear…and the gutters still ran with blood. With their strength they could easily retake a portion of the city for the living and raise a border stalemate with the zeds…..but it didn’t happen. The heads had grown bloated…power had turned them like so many before, corruption hiding behind a mask of righteousness and goodwill…..but change was in the air….S.I.N. had come back to Malton.
A new war has been declared….a new hope. This hoped has birthed a new name for the S.I.N. on the lips of the oppressed.... the Saints in the Nether. To all the leaders who waste their power, to all the death dealers and pushers who have held tight the heart of Malton for far too long: you will have judgment forced upon you. The S.I.N. does not fear you and the Saints do not run from your shadow….we are the shadow…..we are what happens to arrogance…we are the beginning.
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