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Mailbox0000:
It turns out my associate belongs to some caliban gang.
A caliban gang composed of not a single caliban.
The Wrongborn.
A fitting name, none-the-less, given the circumstances that have led each to join its ranks.
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"Our priority is to protect and serve the interest of the Drain's common-health.
Will you kill whoever I ask?"

"Non. I offer no such promise of loyalty, only honesty."

"You wouldn't be asked to do anything without a reason or you are comfortable with,
for instance, one of our members refuses to kill children."

"Bien."

"Will you kill whoever I ask?"

"If so, without hesitation."

She smiled as if to suggest, "we'll see".

"My subordinate speaks highly of you, I'm convinced.
Expect a job soon."

Not long after I learned there is a second gang in the Drain.
The Fangs.
Their boss shambled up to our table as he was introduced to us newcomers.
Words were shared, though I remember most a single comment of his...
Humorous, if not indicative.
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"All them yellowskins look the same to me."
~Dupont

Mailbox0000:
It is easy to regress into old habits.
To find yourself in the same place and the same predicament and scarcely notice it.
I am a killer by trade, though nothing made me happier than to escape that world of politics.
To be free to live my own life.
And yet here I am again, being drawn into the kennels...
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... but I am no dog.
~Dupont

Mailbox0000:


"Yesterday's a dream, tomorrow's a vision,
Today is when we make a decision."

Those were not the Dawn cultist's words, precisely... but that is how I remember them.
A funny thing, memory.
~Dupont

Mailbox0000:


She was livid.
I told her restraint was key,
though she did not hear me.
Her mind was far and away, besieged on all sides by enemies...
Though I never saw a single one.

Belief is funny, however,
in that if you believe something hard enough,
it has the tendency to come true.
~Dupont
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[youtube=425,350]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZD4H-E0UT0Q[/youtube]

Mailbox0000:

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Where ever I go, where ever I look,
they play at their politics,
their game of thrones.
I swore I'd play no part, but I already have.
The Wrongborn are no more...
...the Fang flourish.

I hardly understand what even occurred, but it was fast,
and it was final.
HE is no caliban of small means.
Whether a bluff or a legitimate seizure of power,
it's all the same.
So much changed at his whim.
~Dupont
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[youtube=425,350]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=25KABvPbq-U[/youtube]

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