Brotherhood of the Reckoning/History of the Brotherhood: Two Drink Minimum
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This story is part of the Malton Chronicles. This story is fan-made, and is not officially part of any background history for Urban Dead. |
The long-awaited sequel to the original Brotherhood of the Reckoning/History of the Brotherhood: Part 1 is finally here. Now, most of this stuff happened a long time ago, and I was pretty loaded at the time, so I can't guarantee this is totally historically accurate.
Oh, and once again, the names of our members and allies have been changed to protect their identities.
To learn more about The Brotherhood, click here.
War on Pig-Hunting Fascists
While we were having our fun in Southeast Malton, we obviously were bound to make enemies. One group in particular that stands out in my mind is the Fascist Pig Hunters. For those of you who haven't heard of them (and I'm guessing that's damn near everyone), they are a bounty hunting group that operated in the same area as us for a while. Really, the situation was a powder keg to begin with. We were pretty much destined to hate each other. Aside from the fact that I was aquiring a growing hatred for bounty hunters, as well as acquiring a serious alcohol and revive problem, the problem I have is they claim that they are fighting fascists. It was this claim that lead me to believe that they truly have no clue what the word 'fascist' means. No one can honestly call the Brotherhood fascists. We were the original anti-fascists. To any budding bounty hunting groups that may read this, I have a word of advice: when you come up with a name for your group, make sure you understand all the words that the name is made up of.
fas‧cist - Pronunciation[fash-ist] - noun -
- a person who believes in or sympathizes with fascism.
- (often initial capital letter) a member of a fascist movement or party.
- a person who is dictatorial or has extreme right-wing views.
Absolutely none of those things apply even remotely to the Brotherhood of the Reckoning. Naturally, caring so much for the English language as I do, I knowed that them pig huntin fools were just a askin fer a good ol ass-whupin, ya no wat i means? And so, at the Brotherhood's next meeting, I made a declaration of war that went something like this:
"I'm hereby declaring war on the Fascist Pig Hunters. Everyone cool with that?"
Sadly, this war was pretty uneventful. As it turned out FPH had even fewer members than us. So, we mostly ended up just doing what we were before.
Chopping Lumber
At one point during the war, we organized another coordinated strike, this time on Lumber Mall. Overall, it was a very good attack. We actually had decent member turnout, and got about 13-14 kills, most on the first day.
Mobile Target, Chibolero, The Nexus One, elbastardo, Count DeMoney, Anaut, Bruce Nolan, Horst W, Rouzuki, Gromek de la Nooch, YohY, Shuffle2, Dr Fermento, doct1400
That body count still brings a tear of joy to my eye.
A Footnote to a Footnote
Well, I guess technically this is more than a footnote, but I guess it needs to be mentioned. Around the same time as the FPH conflict, we also became enemies of LMB. I don't remember what that stands for, and I honestly don't care. As far as I'm concerned, it stands for Lick My Balls. Also, they work closely with DEM, the Department of Emergency Management. They make it their goal in life to make PKers' lives miserable, so it's safe to say our hostile status with them will never end.
PK Day
Around the same time we hit Lumber Mall, we began planning for a big event that we had been looking forward to for almost a month. Of course, I speak of PK Day. Set on 06/06/06, it promised to be a huge and greatly enjoyable event. I was originally turned on to the event by one of the most infamous and dangerous men in Malton; Worthless Will. PK Day was apparently a brainchild of his, and he had been contacting every PK group he could find to make sure the event would be spectacular. He's a cool guy(or guys), and we still keep in touch through PKA.
Party Planners
Planning for the big day went through many stages. We considered hitting everything from Caiger to Creedy. We collected obscene amounts of shotguns in preparation for the event. Personally, I was carrying 26 fully-loaded shotguns for the big day. I'm still not sure how I pulled that off. At one point, we considered changing all our group affiliations to DARIS just to mess with people. We were going to convince other PKer groups to do the same to increase the effect. We got to talking about how cool it would be to unite all the PKers under the DARIS flag, and how it would strike fear into the hearts of every survivor in Malton. In a way, I think that conversation may have helped to give rise to the PKA, but that's a story for another time.
So, in the end, we decided to attack Caiger Mall, and we were ready and waiting eagerly for PK Day to arrive. Unfortunately, we weren't the only ones.
Party Crashers
The Creedy Defense Force caught wind of PK Day plans, and made a plan of their own for June 5th. They planned to go on a massive offensive and wipe out every PKer they could find. Naturally, this could have caused serious problems for us. On the other hand, it also helped to fuel the PKA, which got it's humble start around that time.
Party Time
Despite CDF's meddling, PK Day was definitely a huge success. We got our biggest body count of all time. Not all the names and profiles could be found, but we got somewhere in the neighborhood of 25 kills. Here's the nearly-complete list of our victims for the day:
Colders, Hahnchen, Nathaniel Jankowiak, Thom Flask, Dunot, Snootchy, Emoch Noh2, Grunger, AznGeek, WaterZombie, Lots of Fat, Siotoxin, Vampirus, Gator Brown, Ed Wright, PerfectVictim, poptop, Tuntematon, Axel Dominator, darkinvader
Hangover
After Caiger, we went back to our typical FPH/LMB hunting. Mostly uneventful. However, as the PKA was growing, more PKer groups were joining, and more diabolical schemes were being formulated.
On the Road Again
After a while, we decided to migrate toward Fort Creedy in order to help our friends from the PKA. In some ways, Creedy Defense Force became more of an enemy to us than we had originally imagined, and we ended up staying in the area for quite a while to continue with an ongoing PK war that had erupted between CDF and PKA. The specifics of this are too numerous to list here, so if you really want to read up on all the things that happened between PKA and CDF, go to the PKA forum and read some of the old threads. One highlight worth mentioning, however, was the fall of Giddings, which was due in large part to us. The zombie hordes got the official recognition, but we were a big part.
Oblivion
As the war on CDF raged, I found I was having something of a blue period. I started to wonder if maybe it was more than that, though. I stopped enjoying PKing as much as I used to, and the CDF was pretty good about keeping me dead the majority of the time. At one point, I ran to Stickling to see if I could have some fun there, but it was a fruitless search. In the end, I turned to the booze again to keep my spirits up, but that only made things worse. I eventually drifted so far into alcoholic oblivion that I felt I could no longer continue as leader of the Brotherhood. I told two of my oldest and most loyal members (I'm not even going to bother with fake names for them) about how I felt. I decided to take a reprieve from the hectic PKer lifestyle, leaving the two of them in charge for the duration. I then curled up inside a beer bottle and stayed there for the rest of the summer.
(OOC: That's really just the story for D4rkness. In real life, I was just doing some soul searching and felt the need to take a break. Nothing serious.)
Live and Let Die
After what felt like an eternity, I eventually returned from the brink of mental collapse and resumed my duties as head of the Brotherhood. Since then, we've been doing our thing in Pitneybank with CDF at Giddings and Fort Creedy. The raging fire of war still burns strongly to this day.
We've had our ups and downs, but in the end, we're still standing strong, fighting for whatever the hell cause we feel like, and having a great time doing it. I know I was flaky in the past, but my resolve has returned stronger than ever. I promise you all here and now, as long as the system tries to keep us down, and as long as I have strength enough in my body to raise a single finger, I will hold up that finger (specifically the middle one), and raise proudly in defiance of the machine.
