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A worn out old Journal stained with dried blood. Most pages are now illegible, but some are readable. You go through some of the pages:
A worn out old Journal stained with dried blood. Most pages are now illegible, but some are readable. You go through some of the pages:


April 1, 2005 - I got the job! Today I tagged along with my new boss. He said he was looking into New stuff that Necrotech was bringing into the city like the entirety of 'N1' which he said was a private military company owned by Necrotech. About a block from where we were going, he got off the car and left me a folded piece of paper and told me that he was gonna count on me! Slowly I read it was a ticket to his dry cleaning.  So much for an action packed future! I'm probably in for a long, boring, uneventful life in this city!
April 1, 2005 - I got the job! Today ... tagged along with my new boss. He said ... New stuff ... Necrotech was bringing into the city like the entirety of 'N ... one' which he said was a private military company owned by Necrotech. About a block from ... he got off the car and left me a folded piece of paper and told me that he was gonna count on me! Slowly I read it was a ticket to his dry cleaning.  So much for an action packed future! I'm probably in for a long, boring, uneventful life in this city!

Revision as of 09:16, 13 December 2010

N1
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Abbreviation: N1,none
Group Numbers: 5 or more
Leadership: TBA
Goals: TBA
Recruitment Policy: By invitation
Contact: here

Journal

A worn out old Journal stained with dried blood. Most pages are now illegible, but some are readable. You go through some of the pages:

April 1, 2005 - I got the job! Today ... tagged along with my new boss. He said ... New stuff ... Necrotech was bringing into the city like the entirety of 'N ... one' which he said was a private military company owned by Necrotech. About a block from ... he got off the car and left me a folded piece of paper and told me that he was gonna count on me! Slowly I read it was a ticket to his dry cleaning. So much for an action packed future! I'm probably in for a long, boring, uneventful life in this city!