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       The Kalashnikov Collective Gang Meets A Weeb!
       By: BLYAT Date: September 2, 2018, 6:10 am
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       Toma ran. She ran until her muscles burned and her veins pumped
       battery acid. Then she ran some more. All she could think about
       was how she had just lost everything in the span of 10 minutes.
       How she had just left her mentor to bleed out in a gutter. The
       scene kept playing out in her head over and over again, but now
       wasn’t the time for that. She needed to focus on her
       current objective, find some abandoned warehouse in the red
       light district which was evidently the home to some hobos
       seeking to ‘cleanse’ this god forsaken city, an idea
       she could get behind after what she’d witnessed. She took
       a sharp turn, pushing past a group of shitfaced hobos.
       "Смотреть
       это шлюха!" One
       of the yelled out in a low pitch, but she lacked time to cut off
       whatever body part he had wanted flash at her. She made another
       turn, finally coming across the dingy warehouse that she was
       instructed to find. It looked as if it had been condemned years
       ago and the surrounding area reeked of vodka and cigarettes,
       with a hint of self loathing. She didn't expect much based on
       what Boris had told her about them, but still, she had no other
       options.
       
       
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       She thought back to what Boris had told her about them "These
       people only respect one thing and that is power. They will
       accept anyone, but you MUST make a strong impression on them,
       Toma..." She couldn't imagine having trouble making an
       impression on a bunch of unwashed, PTSD ridden gopniks, but she
       knew from past experience that Boris was always right. She
       slowly made her way towards the door of the warehouse. She
       lifted her hand to knock, only to come to a sudden stop. She had
       to make an impression..She stood still for a second, taking a
       deep breath. After a moment, she lifted her leg, suddenly
       kicking down the door. The door was barely on the hinges, so it
       gave way fairly easily with a deafening thud echoing throughout
       the warehouse. She slowly stepped in and shouted "Anyone home?".
       Glancing around, she couldn't see anything in the darkness, but
       she made her way further into the seemingly abandoned warehouse.
       "I was told to seek out the Collective by Boris. Is this th-"
       Out of nowhere, she had quickly been cut off by someone
       appearing from the shadows behind her and putting her into a
       chokehold with inhumane speed. A cold voice, devoid of emotion
       gave a simple command "Explain." She ferociously began to
       struggle in attempt to escape the chokehold, but her efforts
       were met with a tightened grip. Ahead of her, she could see the
       silhouette of another individual emerge from the darkness before
       her.
       It was a rather tall and menacing looking man, wielding a fire
       axe. "Da, comrade, we are the collective! But who is asking?" In
       the midst of being slowly choked out, she could barely get out
       any coherent words. "B-Bori-is. Sen-nt. M-Me." The man studied
       her for a moment, giving a cue for the other man holding her to
       let go. Toma quickly fell to her knees, gasping for air as she
       heard the man who’d dropped her walk off.
       "A bit on the dumb side for someone associated with Boris, da?"
       The axe-man knelt down next to her, offering his hand to help
       her up which Toma quickly swatted away, standing up once more
       along with the man before her. "Perhaps entering like that was a
       mistake, but I was told to make an impression..." The man put
       his hand to his chin quizzically, looking her over "You're lucky
       my first impression of you wasn't that of a corpse. What is it
       you want from us exactly?"
       "I came here to join you." The man slung the axe over his
       shoulder "What exactly do you think you could offer us? Outside
       of buying us a new door." Ignoring the jab at her she calmly
       responded "I can make you terra. Lots of it. I can make and hash
       out drugs to the junky masses, as long as I have an organization
       that has my back."
       The man before her pondered her words for a bit and then spoke
       again "And why do you want to join us?" Toma remembered what
       Boris had said about these people how they wanted to purify this
       hell hole. She remembered watching her friends be gunned down in
       front of her. The fury and passion took her over  "I want to get
       rid of the scum that infests this damned city! I want to avenge
       my friends! I want some form of order in my life for once!" her
       words coated with hate for the people who had taken everything
       from her. A smile appeared on the face of the man before her.
       "Sounds like you'll be a perfect fit. However, you have to prove
       your worth to us." She perked up with eagerness "I'll do this
       task and I'll do it swiftly! I will prove myself in your eyes!
       What is my task, comrade?" The man gestured over to the entrance
       "Fix the **** door." He turned his back to her, walking back
       into the shadows and leaving her to it.
       #Post#: 77--------------------------------------------------
       Re: The Kalashnikov Collective Gang Meets A Weeb!
       By: Chente Date: September 2, 2018, 4:17 pm
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