Post by One Eyed Jim on May 9, 2010 15:01:57 GMT -5
Here's a tale, cats and dolls, about how society works. You see... There are only two types of people: Those for the system, and those against it.
Now, obviously, those for the system are the system - the fat cats, the wage slaves, the black sticks...
Those against live on the other side of the poverty line, and will kill anybody's mother to claw their way out of it.
So here are some guidelines on what to watch for when mingling with the upper crust and the dirt beneath your feet;
scum (99CC33) -- Guidelines to be added. Scum are newbs, go kill your way up the ladder and stop being scum already, you worthless sacks of shit.
homeless (CC6600) -- The Homeless are just that; they squat in boxes and train their rats to fight to the death and defend their turf from invaders. The Homeless and Jail Birds are born enemies, and will pull a shiv at first glance - shank first, ask questions later. The Homeless collect plastic toothbrushes from garbage cans and hoard newspapers to use for insulation. If a Homeless sees shit going down, they scurry like the bugs they are to the nearest Black Stick to report it for their narc stubs. A collection of five or more Homeless can quickly devolve into a Bum Rush where they mob any passing Fat Cat, Wage Slave, or similar citizen of indeterminate money count, and 'split' it by turning on the other with their hand carved weapons to gouge the others eyes out or rip open their throat. Yeah, being a Homeless sucks. But you know what? You can crawl out of this den of lice by earning enough money for an apartment and getting a job. Isn't that great? And all you need to worry about is the daily doses of radiation at work. Easy as pie.
jail bird (3333FF) -- Well, lucky you, you got out. But the Blacks and Grays know what you look like, bub, so that means you gotta lay low for a while 'til they forget. You know what we're sayin'? That's right, you're living in the shanty town for the next week. So stab yourself some bums and invade their boxes. Oh, and don't go out in the City, or you'll find a Black Stick hot on your trail, and that just means another week in purgatory, stabbing ho's and humping Moes.
voo doo wannabe (6600CC) -- So, you've been told that you need life-force to power your magick. Lord knows why somebody told you this. It probably has to do with them having a vendetta against society, or them trying to wipe the streets clean of competition. Any way you break it down, you're a one-man killing machine. You don't need planners. You work on instict. All you need are those 'crystals' around your wrists and necks to stab into people's eyes and collect their souls. Yeah. They'll fear you, someday. They'll be sad they ever said anything bad. Because you've got the power. What power. The power of VOO DOO. Who do? You can. You can. Voo DOO, too. Mostly, that power's a lie. Sure. The drugs that they've used to brainwash you, and pump you up will give you that extra boost of adrenaline that makes you feel like Superman, but it doesnt' really mean that you can do magic. But, hey, don't let US keep you from believing. If you want to go around plotting the world's demise by your hands, it's not up to us to stop you. Don't be surprised if you get taken the the Black Stick District, on sight, because they know they can get you on possession of narcotics, and probably murder, too, since you've got so much DNA on the glass 'crystals' that you wear on your body. We know you won't go down, without a biting-scratching-knock-down-drag-out fight, though, you crazy bastard.
bible thumper (663300) -- No info is available yet, but you hippies are a waste of fucking space.
basement brewers (336600) -- You don't have any social skills, really. You might as well not even be on this list. You sit in a basement with all of your other basement friends and mix chemicals and run tests. And you do that all day. For forever. If, by chance, you do go out into public, people would think that you're extremely pale and gangly, and you'd most-likely say all of the wrong things at all of the wrong times. People probably look at you funny. BUT! [And here's a good thing] Nobody's really suspicious that you do ANYTHING. Why? Because you look like you do absolutely nothing. That, and your insane mad-scientist hairdo, and the way you mutter calculations to yourself, makes people think that you're homeless. Hell, even some of the homeless people probably think that you're homeless. I know I would, if I passed you on the street. Unfortunately, this does cause a bit of confusion whenever you go to dump off all of those boxes that the materials you need come in. I bet you've been stabbed a time, or two, huh?
booze hound (FF00FF) -- Why do you drink, Hank? Why do you smoke? Why must you live ou--but seriously. You're an effing alcoholic, and you don't mind telling people so. As a matter of fact, when you go up through the unemployment line, the conversation goes something like this: "Listen, lady, I just want my check so I can go and get drunk. That might not sound noble to you, but..." If you can really call that a conversation, since it's probably really all one-sided rambling. If there's anything Kelly hates worse than lollipops and little kids, it's drunks. She's given all of her men the go-ahead to beat the living crap out of you any time they see you on the street. On the plus, she also hates listening to all of that rambling you do, so if you get brought in, she takes one look at you, and tells you to get the hell out of her jail. Lots of people like being around you: The homeless like being around you because you've usually got alcohol, scum like being around you because you're a step up on the social ladder, paper dolls like you because they've all got daddy issues, cool cats like you because you're just swell to hang out with. You haven't got much of a dream or anywhere that you think you're going, in particular, but somehow, you manage to coast along in life without being completely homeless.
incarcerated (990000) -- You're in the slammer. You don't need social skills. All you need is that sidewalk-sharpened plastic spoon and a bloodthirsty look in your eye... and the will to survive for however long your sentence lasts.
cool cat (66FF99) -- So you don't have the best looks around. People still think you're charming, and you know enough about a lot of things for you to be the person they come running to when things go wrong. Your favorite person to be around? Is a booze hound whose personality doesn't clash with yours, because beauty's in the eye of the beer holder, and all booze hounds think you're amazingly good-looking. They probably even tell you that you are seven times before they pass out. Nothing like a compliment to boost your self-esteem, huh? Being ugly's taught you something, though. It's taught you that you need a good personality to survive in this world, and it's taught you that tons of people just really want to kick an ugly person's ass: You've got one of those faces, we guess. And whether people are chasing you because you're famous for being such a charmer, or they're chasing you because they really want to lay into your ass, you've got the running skills only a true famous [or notorious] person would have! You're faster than a speeding bullet, something about a moving train... blah blah tall buildings in a sing-- You get the frickin' idea. You're quick on your feet. But all that running's got to be exhausting. Maybe you should hang out in your mom's basement for a while.
bod modder (CC0033) -- The whole discrimination thing isn't pressed toward races, anymore. Instead, it's pressed toward you. But hey, you've got shiesty little jazz clubs to visit, and people in power are sometimes bod modders, too. As a matter of fact, some of the most feared people in power are bod modders. What's more freaky than a mob boss with scales for skin down half of his body? And one, big, serpentine eyeball? Nothing. That's what. So people are scared of you, and sometimes run in the other direction when they see you coming... That's okay! Because all of that intimidation and freaky-shit-stuff you've got going on? That'll help you get ahead in life. While, on the whole, a lot of bod modders never get anywhere [aside from being told that they're disgusting abominations], if you're a bod modder and you've got the nuts to go out and shoot a few people, you'll be one of the most feared leaders in all of the city! Not that we're in any way condoning going out, finding a gun, and shooting mofos as a way to become accepted in society. Wink, wink.
paper doll (FFCCFF) -- Baby, you're a 'ho'e. Well. You might technically be a virgin, but you still kind've sell yourself in everything that you do. So you want to get ahead in work? You flirt a little with the boss, and get that promotion. Then you flirt with the boss' boss and get the boss' job. You want to cut in line at the grocery store? You throw on that pathetic face that nobody can resist. You want to get things, in general? You've got a tongue so slick that you can talk yourself into or out of any situation. And if you don't have the tongue or the manipulation skills? You've definitely got all the good looks that a true gold-digger needs.
red hunters (CC3300) -- You know all of the signs: The slime across the streets, the dead skin with the flies buzzing around it, the weird clicking sounds, and the stiff smell of rot and rage... The way that this part of town seems to be cleared out. Yeah. There're Reds around, and you plan on killing a few of their asses. Plenty of people want to buy Red limbs. The government, for example. All of those people who live in Android Bill's basement, too. And people respect you for protecting their city. The police force doesn't mind you having a gun. They're just thankful that they don't have to do all of the killing, themselves.
wage slave (0B786C) -- Working an honest job for a living is the way to go, for you. You enjoy long hours and having a little bit of money to spend. You support Bobby Goodman and everything that he does and says, and if you don't? You say that you do, anyway! Because who gives a poop about beliefs when what really matters is eating, bathing, and not getting shot up on the block?! That's right. Mmm. Hot baths.
fat cat (00FF00) -- Everybody loves you. Everybody wants to be you. Everybody wants to be around you. Everybody. Every. Body. And if they act like they don't, or say that they don't? You reserve the right to pay off a cop to have them shot, or pay off some thug to drag them up and force them to be around you, anyway. You've got the money to get things done. Most likely, somebody in your close and/or extended family is a part of the Mafia or has close ties with government officials. You're living life large. Who needs real friends when you have real money?
corrupt cop (FFFFFF) -- 'Nuff said.
cop (FFFFFF) -- You were born with a sense of moral obligation. You just want to see justice reign supreme. Not many of your officer brethren understand your internal struggle, but you're a true, shining diamond in the vast black rough. You won't be bribed. You've got dignity. You've got balls. You've got ethics.
Now, obviously, those for the system are the system - the fat cats, the wage slaves, the black sticks...
Those against live on the other side of the poverty line, and will kill anybody's mother to claw their way out of it.
So here are some guidelines on what to watch for when mingling with the upper crust and the dirt beneath your feet;
scum (99CC33) -- Guidelines to be added. Scum are newbs, go kill your way up the ladder and stop being scum already, you worthless sacks of shit.
homeless (CC6600) -- The Homeless are just that; they squat in boxes and train their rats to fight to the death and defend their turf from invaders. The Homeless and Jail Birds are born enemies, and will pull a shiv at first glance - shank first, ask questions later. The Homeless collect plastic toothbrushes from garbage cans and hoard newspapers to use for insulation. If a Homeless sees shit going down, they scurry like the bugs they are to the nearest Black Stick to report it for their narc stubs. A collection of five or more Homeless can quickly devolve into a Bum Rush where they mob any passing Fat Cat, Wage Slave, or similar citizen of indeterminate money count, and 'split' it by turning on the other with their hand carved weapons to gouge the others eyes out or rip open their throat. Yeah, being a Homeless sucks. But you know what? You can crawl out of this den of lice by earning enough money for an apartment and getting a job. Isn't that great? And all you need to worry about is the daily doses of radiation at work. Easy as pie.
jail bird (3333FF) -- Well, lucky you, you got out. But the Blacks and Grays know what you look like, bub, so that means you gotta lay low for a while 'til they forget. You know what we're sayin'? That's right, you're living in the shanty town for the next week. So stab yourself some bums and invade their boxes. Oh, and don't go out in the City, or you'll find a Black Stick hot on your trail, and that just means another week in purgatory, stabbing ho's and humping Moes.
voo doo wannabe (6600CC) -- So, you've been told that you need life-force to power your magick. Lord knows why somebody told you this. It probably has to do with them having a vendetta against society, or them trying to wipe the streets clean of competition. Any way you break it down, you're a one-man killing machine. You don't need planners. You work on instict. All you need are those 'crystals' around your wrists and necks to stab into people's eyes and collect their souls. Yeah. They'll fear you, someday. They'll be sad they ever said anything bad. Because you've got the power. What power. The power of VOO DOO. Who do? You can. You can. Voo DOO, too. Mostly, that power's a lie. Sure. The drugs that they've used to brainwash you, and pump you up will give you that extra boost of adrenaline that makes you feel like Superman, but it doesnt' really mean that you can do magic. But, hey, don't let US keep you from believing. If you want to go around plotting the world's demise by your hands, it's not up to us to stop you. Don't be surprised if you get taken the the Black Stick District, on sight, because they know they can get you on possession of narcotics, and probably murder, too, since you've got so much DNA on the glass 'crystals' that you wear on your body. We know you won't go down, without a biting-scratching-knock-down-drag-out fight, though, you crazy bastard.
bible thumper (663300) -- No info is available yet, but you hippies are a waste of fucking space.
basement brewers (336600) -- You don't have any social skills, really. You might as well not even be on this list. You sit in a basement with all of your other basement friends and mix chemicals and run tests. And you do that all day. For forever. If, by chance, you do go out into public, people would think that you're extremely pale and gangly, and you'd most-likely say all of the wrong things at all of the wrong times. People probably look at you funny. BUT! [And here's a good thing] Nobody's really suspicious that you do ANYTHING. Why? Because you look like you do absolutely nothing. That, and your insane mad-scientist hairdo, and the way you mutter calculations to yourself, makes people think that you're homeless. Hell, even some of the homeless people probably think that you're homeless. I know I would, if I passed you on the street. Unfortunately, this does cause a bit of confusion whenever you go to dump off all of those boxes that the materials you need come in. I bet you've been stabbed a time, or two, huh?
booze hound (FF00FF) -- Why do you drink, Hank? Why do you smoke? Why must you live ou--but seriously. You're an effing alcoholic, and you don't mind telling people so. As a matter of fact, when you go up through the unemployment line, the conversation goes something like this: "Listen, lady, I just want my check so I can go and get drunk. That might not sound noble to you, but..." If you can really call that a conversation, since it's probably really all one-sided rambling. If there's anything Kelly hates worse than lollipops and little kids, it's drunks. She's given all of her men the go-ahead to beat the living crap out of you any time they see you on the street. On the plus, she also hates listening to all of that rambling you do, so if you get brought in, she takes one look at you, and tells you to get the hell out of her jail. Lots of people like being around you: The homeless like being around you because you've usually got alcohol, scum like being around you because you're a step up on the social ladder, paper dolls like you because they've all got daddy issues, cool cats like you because you're just swell to hang out with. You haven't got much of a dream or anywhere that you think you're going, in particular, but somehow, you manage to coast along in life without being completely homeless.
incarcerated (990000) -- You're in the slammer. You don't need social skills. All you need is that sidewalk-sharpened plastic spoon and a bloodthirsty look in your eye... and the will to survive for however long your sentence lasts.
cool cat (66FF99) -- So you don't have the best looks around. People still think you're charming, and you know enough about a lot of things for you to be the person they come running to when things go wrong. Your favorite person to be around? Is a booze hound whose personality doesn't clash with yours, because beauty's in the eye of the beer holder, and all booze hounds think you're amazingly good-looking. They probably even tell you that you are seven times before they pass out. Nothing like a compliment to boost your self-esteem, huh? Being ugly's taught you something, though. It's taught you that you need a good personality to survive in this world, and it's taught you that tons of people just really want to kick an ugly person's ass: You've got one of those faces, we guess. And whether people are chasing you because you're famous for being such a charmer, or they're chasing you because they really want to lay into your ass, you've got the running skills only a true famous [or notorious] person would have! You're faster than a speeding bullet, something about a moving train... blah blah tall buildings in a sing-- You get the frickin' idea. You're quick on your feet. But all that running's got to be exhausting. Maybe you should hang out in your mom's basement for a while.
bod modder (CC0033) -- The whole discrimination thing isn't pressed toward races, anymore. Instead, it's pressed toward you. But hey, you've got shiesty little jazz clubs to visit, and people in power are sometimes bod modders, too. As a matter of fact, some of the most feared people in power are bod modders. What's more freaky than a mob boss with scales for skin down half of his body? And one, big, serpentine eyeball? Nothing. That's what. So people are scared of you, and sometimes run in the other direction when they see you coming... That's okay! Because all of that intimidation and freaky-shit-stuff you've got going on? That'll help you get ahead in life. While, on the whole, a lot of bod modders never get anywhere [aside from being told that they're disgusting abominations], if you're a bod modder and you've got the nuts to go out and shoot a few people, you'll be one of the most feared leaders in all of the city! Not that we're in any way condoning going out, finding a gun, and shooting mofos as a way to become accepted in society. Wink, wink.
paper doll (FFCCFF) -- Baby, you're a 'ho'e. Well. You might technically be a virgin, but you still kind've sell yourself in everything that you do. So you want to get ahead in work? You flirt a little with the boss, and get that promotion. Then you flirt with the boss' boss and get the boss' job. You want to cut in line at the grocery store? You throw on that pathetic face that nobody can resist. You want to get things, in general? You've got a tongue so slick that you can talk yourself into or out of any situation. And if you don't have the tongue or the manipulation skills? You've definitely got all the good looks that a true gold-digger needs.
red hunters (CC3300) -- You know all of the signs: The slime across the streets, the dead skin with the flies buzzing around it, the weird clicking sounds, and the stiff smell of rot and rage... The way that this part of town seems to be cleared out. Yeah. There're Reds around, and you plan on killing a few of their asses. Plenty of people want to buy Red limbs. The government, for example. All of those people who live in Android Bill's basement, too. And people respect you for protecting their city. The police force doesn't mind you having a gun. They're just thankful that they don't have to do all of the killing, themselves.
wage slave (0B786C) -- Working an honest job for a living is the way to go, for you. You enjoy long hours and having a little bit of money to spend. You support Bobby Goodman and everything that he does and says, and if you don't? You say that you do, anyway! Because who gives a poop about beliefs when what really matters is eating, bathing, and not getting shot up on the block?! That's right. Mmm. Hot baths.
fat cat (00FF00) -- Everybody loves you. Everybody wants to be you. Everybody wants to be around you. Everybody. Every. Body. And if they act like they don't, or say that they don't? You reserve the right to pay off a cop to have them shot, or pay off some thug to drag them up and force them to be around you, anyway. You've got the money to get things done. Most likely, somebody in your close and/or extended family is a part of the Mafia or has close ties with government officials. You're living life large. Who needs real friends when you have real money?
corrupt cop (FFFFFF) -- 'Nuff said.
cop (FFFFFF) -- You were born with a sense of moral obligation. You just want to see justice reign supreme. Not many of your officer brethren understand your internal struggle, but you're a true, shining diamond in the vast black rough. You won't be bribed. You've got dignity. You've got balls. You've got ethics.