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	"Why don't the corps just kill the weird little fuckers and take the adamantine themselves? Well, if there's one thing the dorfs fucking love besides cheese is making traps. They've got fucking everything trapped. Even the trading post is trapped. I saw all these sluices around the walls. I asked about it and they tell me it's for elves. Not that there's fucking elves down there. At least not any more. When I ask more I find out they pump lava into the trading post if they don't feel like dealing with elves. Sadistic little fucker chuckled about it too."		"Why don't the corps just kill the weird little fuckers and take the adamantine themselves? Well, if there's one thing the dorfs fucking love besides cheese is making traps. They've got fucking everything trapped. Even the trading post is trapped. I saw all these sluices around the walls. I asked about it and they tell me it's for elves. Not that there's fucking elves down there. At least not any more. When I ask more I find out they pump lava into the trading post if they don't feel like dealing with elves. Sadistic little fucker chuckled about it too."

	"I mean yeah, it's not like there's any shortage of Mettools to ~~through~~ at the dorfs, but I think it's best to just leave them be. Once, just once I was invited to see where they get the adamantine. The stuff comes in these massive vertical veins, practically indestructible except for the strands the dorfs pull off. And while I was standing there, I heard... things. Things from inside the pillar. Things like the scuttling of legs, the flap of wings, the click of claws. None of the dorfs seemed to notice, or if they did they'd stopped caring a long time ago. Sent shivers down my spine, and after that I was willing to drink whatever fucking mushroom sewer brew those bearded midgets drink."		"I mean yeah, it's not like there's any shortage of Mettools to throw at the dorfs, but I think it's best to just leave them be. Once, just once I was invited to see where they get the adamantine. The stuff comes in these massive vertical veins, practically indestructible except for the strands the dorfs pull off. And while I was standing there, I heard... things. Things from inside the pillar. Things like the scuttling of legs, the flap of wings, the click of claws. None of the dorfs seemed to notice, or if they did they'd stopped caring a long time ago. Sent shivers down my spine, and after that I was willing to drink whatever fucking mushroom sewer brew those bearded midgets drink."

	Speaking of, how about another fucking whiskey?"		"Speaking of, how about another fucking whiskey?"

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			"...I don't know where you managed to find actual Jack Daniels in this godforsaken cesspit, and I don't know what you hope to accomplish by getting in touch with the Dorfs. But I do know that as awful as this city is, at least you've got other people to share your misery with. It might keep those little freaks happy, but I don't stay sane just because a dining room has every surface engraved. I've told you everything I know, everything else is on the disk."

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	"We dwarves, we showed up to the ~~party~~, ~~pretty early~~, ~~mined corps hired us~~ out to ~~do so~~, ~~found some Adamantine~~, ~~keeping~~ it, we trade with X-~~com~~, ~~what~~'s ~~left of~~ it any ~~way~~...~~we KNOW~~ they~~'ll come back~~, ~~Titans~~, the ~~Forgotten ones~~, the ~~basis for you~~'~~re bio-tech most AP rounds use Adamantine anyway~~."
			"Ha! The Corps don't actually mine the adamantine. Nah. I've been down in those 'mines', thousands of feet down, down past the Pipes. The Lemmings? Yeah, you'll occasionally see one of those little fuckers still digging away after someone lost track of it decades ago. But they're not the ones that made the Caves. The Forts."

			"That'd be the Dorfs."

			"I shit you not, there's fucking dwarves down there, with the battleaxes and the beards and booze and shit. They've got an entire fucking society down there! They were here before the humans showed up, and when the City went up, the Dorfs went down. Deep down. And they're the only ones who know where to find the adamantine that the corps need for their fucking bots. Yeah, Cutman? Got scissors of adamantine. It's amazing stuff if you see it raw. Looks like fucking cotton candy. I am not shitting you, it looks like ''blue fucking cotton candy'' down to the way it comes in these wispy little strands. The Dorfs turn it into the wafers you see coming up out of the 'mine'.

			"The whole thing is on lockdown though, keep the Dorfs separated from the overworld. We just ride the elevators down to the caves, negotiate a price, and cart the wafers back out. Honestly, it's probably the best thing, the Dorfs are fucking ''weird''. Their priorities are fucked up, like they're glitched up biodroids. I could trade them a steak dinner for 10 pounds of unprocessed gold ore. 20 pounds if I cut the food into shapes. The little midgets go gaga for engravings. Every wall's got a hundred pictures on it of the most random shit. Lots of cheese and elephants. I asked the liason about it and he tells me it's in homage of some lost city. Shipkilled? I could tell he was groping for the words. Looked like an awful memory. But it's gotta be some sort of translation error. What the fuck kinda name is Shipkilled for a city?"

			"What? Yeah, they got a leader. A Queen. Sankis, I think. Even saw her once. No guards, nothing. She just comes out to the trading post in these purple robes, rummages through the bins of adamantine, shares some words with the liason, then walked back inside. I asked the liason and he says she was making sure the ban on the export of rose-gold tables was still in effect. Like I said, fucking ''weird''.

			"Why don't the corps just kill the weird little fuckers and take the adamantine themselves? Well, if there's one thing the dorfs fucking love besides cheese is making traps. They've got fucking everything trapped. Even the trading post is trapped. I saw all these sluices around the walls. I asked about it and they tell me it's for elves. Not that there's fucking elves down there. At least not any more. When I ask more I find out they pump lava into the trading post if they don't feel like dealing with elves. Sadistic little fucker chuckled about it too."

			"I mean yeah, it's not like there's any shortage of Mettools to through at the dorfs, but I think it's best to just leave them be. Once, just once I was invited to see where they get the adamantine. The stuff comes in these massive vertical veins, practically indestructible except for the strands the dorfs pull off. And while I was standing there, I heard... things. Things from inside the pillar. Things like the scuttling of legs, the flap of wings, the click of claws. None of the dorfs seemed to notice, or if they did they'd stopped caring a long time ago. Sent shivers down my spine, and after that I was willing to drink whatever fucking mushroom sewer brew those bearded midgets drink."

			Speaking of, how about another fucking whiskey?"

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	"Then, one of the corps out of the blue hired us on. Gave us weapons told us to fight... and we did."		"Then, one of the corps out of the blue hired us on. Gave us weapons told us to fight... and we did."

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			"We dwarves, we showed up to the party, pretty early, mined corps hired us out to do so, found some Adamantine, keeping it, we trade with X-com, what's left of it any way...we KNOW they'll come back, Titans, the Forgotten ones, the basis for you're bio-tech most AP rounds use Adamantine anyway."

1d4chan>King Starscream at 23:33, 21 May 2012

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	There is a vicious trio known throughout the city for their blood-thirsty lack of mercy, and the fact they still dress in traditional Viking garb. Whatever set of this lost group of Vikings, multiple times they have broken into Wily and Robotnik compounds alike, killing everything within. Rumors have emerged about what set them off, drugs, the companies testing them for a new type of drug to produce strength, agility, and endurance, or even aliens. This threesome is out for blood, and aren't afraid to kill bystanders		There is a vicious trio known throughout the city for their blood-thirsty lack of mercy, and the fact they still dress in traditional [[Viking]] garb. Whatever set of this lost group of Vikings, multiple times they have broken into Wily and Robotnik compounds alike, killing everything within. Rumors have emerged about what set them off, drugs, the companies testing them for a new type of drug to produce strength, agility, and endurance, or even aliens. This threesome is out for blood, and aren't afraid to kill bystanders

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71.192.10.129 at 01:22, 21 March 2012

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	In the 3rd floor of an abandoned hab unit, another chunk of... whatever passed for building materials these days fell to the floor. The light from the street lamps outside barely illuminated the two figures inside: one on the floor, prostrated and begging, the other standing above him. Most of the 3rd floor had been turned into a smoking ruin: the walls had large holes in them, and deep gouges had been cut into them, surrounded by burn marks.		In the 3rd floor of an abandoned hab unit, another chunk of ... whatever passed for building materials these days fell to the floor. The light from the street lamps outside barely illuminated the two figures inside: one on the floor, prostrated and begging, the other standing above him. Most of the 3rd floor had been turned into a smoking ruin: the walls had large holes in them, and deep gouges had been cut into them, surrounded by burn marks.

	"Please! I beg of you, spare me!"		"Please! I beg of you, spare me!"
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	The Scorpion was dead. Not that it had slowed him down any.		The Scorpion was dead. Not that it had slowed him down any.

	Sure, he was just a brain kept alive in a corpse by nanites, but he was still rather attached to that corpse. One day he would have to undergo a bioroid conversion - one day soon, come to think of it - but for today, he could still move. He could still fight. He could still make war for his daimyo. He hefted his harpoon as he eyed the figure patrolling the streets beneath him. Most of Robotnik's machines had cruel mockeries of animal shapes, or else were simplified armored eggs with wheels and guns... these new ones, however, were almost humanoid. Humans didn't have razor fins along their backs, and the head shape was all wrong, but they were bipedal.		Sure, he was just a brain kept alive in a corpse by nanites, but he was still rather attached to that corpse. One day he would have to undergo a bioroid conversion - one day soon, come to think of it - but for today, he could still move. He could still fight. He could still make war for his daimyo. He hefted his harpoon as he eyed the figure patrolling the streets beneath him. Most of Robotnik's machines had cruel mockeries of animal shapes, or else were simplified armored eggs with wheels and guns ... these new ones, however, were almost humanoid. Humans didn't have razor fins along their backs, and the head shape was all wrong, but they were bipedal.

	He shrugged it off. The machine had something he needed. With a bellow of "GET OVER HERE," he unleashed the harpoon, the vibroblade tip whining to life. It punctured the machine's misshapen skull right through the oculars as it turned. Perfect. With a yank, he drew the six-hundred pound chunk of wire, steel, and plastic upwards, and tore the case from its hands. A dry, raspy chuckle escaped his lips as he dropped the machine back to the earth, and dropped a thermite charge on top of it. Another ninja was illuminated by the sudden flash of light - one that was obviously more machine than man, now. The blue-clad figure peered down at the smoldering ruins.		He shrugged it off. The machine had something he needed. With a bellow of "GET OVER HERE," he unleashed the harpoon, the vibroblade tip whining to life. It punctured the machine's misshapen skull right through the oculars as it turned. Perfect. With a yank, he drew the six-hundred pound chunk of wire, steel, and plastic upwards, and tore the case from its hands. A dry, raspy chuckle escaped his lips as he dropped the machine back to the earth, and dropped a thermite charge on top of it. Another ninja was illuminated by the sudden flash of light - one that was obviously more machine than man, now. The blue-clad figure peered down at the smoldering ruins.
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	If things aren't good in this city, they aren't good at all.		If things aren't good in this city, they aren't good at all.

	I was a factory worker, like so many of us - those of us that don't sell at the stores - or worse, sell ourselves for a little more Ring or E-Tank. I did my work as best I could - turned out enough motivators, kept working - but Wily... Wily's a hard taskmaster. If you break something, then you're out, and he makes damned sure you never work again.		I was a factory worker, like so many of us - those of us that don't sell at the stores - or worse, sell ourselves for a little more Ring or E-Tank. I did my work as best I could - turned out enough motivators, kept working - but Wily ... Wily's a hard taskmaster. If you break something, then you're out, and he makes damned sure you never work again.

	That happened to me.		That happened to me.
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	Inside, it was like a rummage sale. Shelving, piled high with the kind of stuff people just threw out - most of it still good, if no longer fashionable - and lots of it. Every kind. Discontinued soda brands. Old computer parts. Robots that had been canceled before beginning production, slumbering.		Inside, it was like a rummage sale. Shelving, piled high with the kind of stuff people just threw out - most of it still good, if no longer fashionable - and lots of it. Every kind. Discontinued soda brands. Old computer parts. Robots that had been canceled before beginning production, slumbering.

	In the center of it all was an EggCorp PenguEnforcer... Except... Not.		In the center of it all was an EggCorp PenguEnforcer ... Except ... Not.

	They'd obviously done their best for him. A faded band of red and yellow pinstripe crossed his belly, and his coat was that of a department store Santa - worn open, of course. The hat from same sat on his head, along with a ring of golden metal, centered with the brass hood ornament of a car long discontinued.		They'd obviously done their best for him. A faded band of red and yellow pinstripe crossed his belly, and his coat was that of a department store Santa - worn open, of course. The hat from same sat on his head, along with a ring of golden metal, centered with the brass hood ornament of a car long discontinued.
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	Now, I serve the King. As do all his subjects, I have taken a different name.		Now, I serve the King. As do all his subjects, I have taken a different name.

	I am... Mettaur.		I am ... Mettaur.

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	Other than the Three, there's a host of minor corps. First among the smalls is Foot Limited. All the ambitious little shopkeepers who got together for the common good – at least that's what the Foot say. I'd say they're the most militant grocery chain in existence. Word is they're looking into heavy biotech and other high-technology areas, but there's been no products on the market just yet. They keep people in line through tight security and fight so fiercely they've even secured some zones from RoboDyne and Wily Corp. People are starting to talk about them like they're part of the Big Three. They've got the balls I'll admit, but they haven't got the resources in my opinion.		Other than the Three, there's a host of minor corps. First among the smalls is Foot Limited. All the ambitious little shopkeepers who got together for the common good – at least that's what the Foot say. I'd say they're the most militant grocery chain in existence. Word is they're looking into heavy biotech and other high-technology areas, but there's been no products on the market just yet. They keep people in line through tight security and fight so fiercely they've even secured some zones from RoboDyne and Wily Corp. People are starting to talk about them like they're part of the Big Three. They've got the balls I'll admit, but they haven't got the resources in my opinion.

	Then you have GD Tech, who I don't know too much about. They're run by a guy called Agahnim I think. Creepy guy, he crawled out of one of the ruined desert zones and set himself up pretty nicely as a local warlord. Now he's in charge of the largest arms manufacturer in the City and half the gangs pack GDT pistols. The Big Three tolerate GD Tech because GDT is smart enough not to sell to anybody stupid enough to use them against the Corps.		Then you have GD Tech, who I don't know too much about. They're run by a guy called Agahnim, I think. Creepy guy, he crawled out of one of the ruined desert zones and set himself up pretty nicely as a local warlord. Now he's in charge of the largest arms manufacturer in the City and half the gangs pack GDT pistols. The Big Three tolerate GD Tech because GDT is smart enough not to sell to anybody stupid enough to use them against the Corps.

	GD Tech got in the news recently for wiping out an obscure Small, a hostile takeover for some treasure kept in the company vault. ~~Rumour~~ is though that the vault is not only gene-locked but has a three-part key-system too; and the security chief gave his key to some unlucky newbie before his death. Makes you wonder what's inside that vault, if you can trust the whole thing not to be corp propaganda. Still, I can see that crazy kid now, dressed up in green battle ~~armour~~ and trying to bring the pain back to the GDT terror crews. GD Tech is supposed to still have the CEO's daughter bound up in their central tower, kept alive while they search for the third key. If it's true, maybe that kid is crazy. Maybe he's in love. Maybe both. Idiot. Stories like that don't happen any more. Love? We're in a world where the closest brothers turn against each other, fathers can't trust their sons.		GD Tech got in the news recently for wiping out an obscure Small, a hostile takeover for some treasure kept in the company vault. Rumor is, though, that the vault is not only gene-locked but has a three-part key-system too; and the security chief gave his key to some unlucky newbie before his death. Makes you wonder what's inside that vault, if you can trust the whole thing not to be corp propaganda. Still, I can see that crazy kid now, dressed up in green battle armor and trying to bring the pain back to the GDT terror crews. GD Tech is supposed to still have the CEO's daughter bound up in their central tower, kept alive while they search for the third key. If it's true, maybe that kid is crazy. Maybe he's in love. Maybe both. Idiot. Stories like that don't happen any more. Love? We're in a world where the closest brothers turn against each other, fathers can't trust their sons.

	Huh. Forgot about the illegitimates; the biggest being the X Syndicate and NeoZeed. They'd be the corps if they'd have gotten here first, but as it is they're the guys who went openly criminal once all the 'legitimate' sectors were full. They're mostly pawns of the Big Three; it's not like there's any real difference between them and the Bigs and just one of the Three has as much muscle as both the illegitimates combined. Supposedly there's a war brewing with the illegitimates, two challengers have appeared and changed the balance of power. The Shadow Law, they call themselves, are a group of unknowns from God knows where. I don't know anything about them. The other one, a bunch of self-proclaimed heroes from the Crash. They're making a grab for the chaos zones and the sites of interest that the corps stay out of for fear of flash pointing into unrestricted warfare. They go by the name 'Outer Heaven'.		Huh. Forgot about the illegitimates; the biggest being the X Syndicate and NeoZeed. They'd be the corps if they'd have gotten here first, but as it is they're the guys who went openly criminal once all the 'legitimate' sectors were full. They're mostly pawns of the Big Three; it's not like there's any real difference between them and the Bigs and just one of the Three has as much muscle as both the illegitimates combined. Supposedly there's a war brewing with the illegitimates, two challengers have appeared and changed the balance of power. The Shadow Law, they call themselves, are a group of unknowns from God knows where. I don't know anything about them. The other one, a bunch of self-proclaimed heroes from the Crash. They're making a grab for the chaos zones and the sites of interest that the corps stay out of for fear of flash pointing into unrestricted warfare. They go by the name 'Outer Heaven'.

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	When the explosions were finally over, he dared to peek out from his hiding spot. Much to his ~~suprise~~, the park hadn't all been ground up into dirt, in fact a fair amount of grass had survived.		When the explosions were finally over, he dared to peek out from his hiding spot. Much to his surprise, the park hadn't all been ground up into dirt, in fact a fair amount of grass had survived.
	Although after those Wilycorp cleanerbots finished burning those alien corpses they're probably wouldn't be much left.		Although after those Wilycorp cleanerbots finished burning those alien corpses they're probably wouldn't be much left.

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