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9/22/2015 10:52:39 PM
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[b]The man walks towards a city full of people, his M1911 unholstered and ready, and his shotgun on his back[/b]
((Open to admins))
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[b](very few cities. it has to be a town) the town doesnt notice you....[/b]
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[b]He slowly looks for anybody who knows how to find the various criminal factions[/b]
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[b]A man sits in an alleyway, a piece of wheat in his mouth. He has a black fedora covering his face, and wears a bright blue button-up shirt, along with grey slacks. He has two revolvers hung low on his hip[/b] "Howdy stranger."
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"Hello" [b]He says harshly[/b]
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[b]He tips his hat and stops leaning against the wall.[/b] "What would a fella like you be looking for in a dumpy town like this?"
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"The factions"
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"Factions? What the hell are you talking about?"
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"The Red Baron, those kinds of people"
