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Bio: Okay for starters let me properly introduce myself, I am Doctor Edwin Forest and some call me Crazy Ed; well only one nut ball from England does and for starters Edison and I are very good friends. I am simply going to jump the gun here and post my own biography…..or Autobiography to be accurate, before some snot nosed brat gets their britches in a twist and spews hate and lies about me on this “Oh So Secret Node”.
Now where do I start, well for anyone who actually cares about the truth I was born in London England during the nineteenth century…….yes readers that’s right Edwin here is one of the unlucky Englishmen to get stuck with that damn needle during my service to King and Country. I am I happy about it……..NOPE!! So where was I, okay I was born during a time when being poor was a death sentence…..it was a cold winter night in 1896, okay exact date January 6th, 1896; yes I can remember that far back. My father worked as a Butler and my mother was a Housekeeper and they had a serious “Problem” on their hands……..ME!! So not to bore you with the details my father left service and started working as inn keeper, and mother well she was sacked when her pregnancy was discovered and would simply become a housewife to my pop……this wasn’t going to end well, seeing they both didn’t have a pot to piss in and I was going to be a serious burden on the both of them.
I was born in a backroom of the local pub “O’Leary’s” where my father rented a room for his family, he worked up the street at the posh hotel as a bellhop…….yes I know I said Innkeeper, let me get to that part. He made shit for a living and mother basically helped clean the pub at night to offset the rent and get some scraps to eat……and low and behold here comes their pride and joy on that bitter cold night, my first breath was frozen air and coal smoke from the burner in the room……ya I didn’t have it easy and to think war would become a escape from HELL!!
I wouldn’t see a doctor till I volunteered for the Army……hell I wouldn’t learn to read till many years later, and look at me now a Doctor of Robotics and other things as I have a few doctoral degrees. Though back to my growing up, I would not really grow much as I was malnourished, started smoking at a very young age and well started drinking beer and wine when I was off the nipple as it would be safer than drinking the polluted water in our one room hellhole. By the time I could walk father would make me earn my keep and basically I had to sing for the patrons at the bar and get tossed a few shillings for my time…….yes thats allot of money at the time for the basically homeless. As I got older I would work very dangerous jobs mostly on the railroad shovelling coal into the coal car, working on the roads cleaning up horse shit and other nasty jobs not fit for a human to do especially for the slave wage I was being paid.
Crime yes I knew crime, I was a pickpocket and a damned good one….not proud of it but a fella needs to eat. I mugged people, robbed stores and ran three card mote scams, yes I was a bad kid……but look at my upbringing, I grew up in a pub, didn’t go to school, was being raised by two drunks who hated me…….and hated each other as I ruined their good lives in service. So yes they took it out on me and quite often, father would beat the ever living shit out of me if I didn’t bring home enough money for the bacon……yes BACON! Mother would burn me on the coal stove when I talked back or simply shoved soap into my mouth……ya that really fucking sucked; and whats worse is I would end up getting Polio yes…..that fucking disease that cripples you and can kill. I was lucky that I would beat it and only suffer a few lasting affects, I had a mild case and yet that didn’t stop the torment from father and mother, it simply made things worse as they kept it hush,hush out of fear of being tossed out onto the street.
A local doctor took pity on me and my situation and would treat me for free if I did unthinkable things to him…….yes you can keep your mind in the gutter….again not proud of it, but it saved my life and was better than being chained to the coal stove at night so I wouldn’t touch fathers tobacco. Now you heard my sob story and hence the reason I am little off kilter, though in reality I am less Crazy Ed and more Grumpy Ed and for damned good reason…..my father seriously was an evil man and he ended up selling me….Yes Me to the fucking doctor that was raping me daily for a pocket full of pounds and his silence; this is when my father killed the pub owner, put the murder weapon in mothers hand and alerted the authorities of the crime. He than had the gall to testify at her trial and look like the hero in the end, mother was found guilty and sentenced to be hanged by the neck till dead……..yup I am ten at this point and my last memory of mother would be watching her get hanged as we were allowed to witness the execution. Yup that fucked with my young head a bit, though being at the prison was better than being chained to the wall in the doctors basement for experiments and forced sodomy.
Basically the only time I was allowed out of the bastards basement would be to rob, steal and well make him his money back; meanwhile my now widowed and childless father would use the money he got from me and the reward money to buy the damned pub we once lived at and turn it into a halfway house……hence an Inn and become an Innkeeper; he would remarry to a women of class and he would go onto live out his life…..well his life would be cut short by a short little angry bastard that would cut him ear to ear. I was pardoned by King Edward for that killing as it came to light he framed mother and sold me into sexual slavery……yup before I left for the war, I got my revenge on both Doctor and Father, one I killed (On the Record Self Defence) and one I ratted out to the Bobbies and well he got his and from what I heard quite often till his execution……to bad I missed that one, well war had broke out and I was doing my civic duty to King and Country; I wasn’t Yellow and hell the Royal Army had to be better than the shit life I already lived…..boy was I wrong!
I was seventeen and full of patriotism, every bone in my body was screaming “Kill The Krouts!” like every red blooded Englishmen at the start of the Great War in 1914 okay I might have lied a little about my birth year in the start……but I do need to keep somethings private and if you have any form of lower school education you can do the simple math…….1914 -17 = 1897; okay I was actually off by a year so sue me…….or was I actually 16 when I joined the Royal Army……I will leave that one in the conspiracy stage, also I didn’t have an official birth certificate till I was in the Army; thank you to my deadbeat parents for having me in the back room of a pub in secrecy……..remember I was the root of all their problems, at least thats what I was told numerous times.
Now if you think being a kid and shipping off to fight the German threat was some sort of romantic venture, well your damned wrong; it was bloody terrifying, a few weeks of training, given a uniform, a pack and a gun and told kill…….ya we were prepared and not to mention many of England’s soldiers where sickly or underweight boys do to the famine of the time. So into the trenches we went seeing the cavalry division failed so epicly, yes the Pale Rider and the Invincible One did keep the Royal Cavalry from being shredded but still even they were forced to dismount and enter the trenches and become a Dough Boy.
Why Dough Boys you ask……well the clay, clay dust, lye and our tan uniforms made us look like we were simply made of Dough; tough we didn’t giggle when you poked our bellies. The Trenches were hell on earth, it was cold at night and well still cold during the day until the summer when it was hot but still wet…….yes wet all the time, water, blood and well somethings need to be forgotten add the smell and one would wish he was bathing in the London sewers in the heat of the summer. Now add that unless you were an officer and “I Was Not!” you slept in coffin shaped holes in the trench wall basically right on top of the other men…….hey if you didn’t like your mud mate wait a day he might be dead. Yup life expectancy in the trench was short……really short, if you survived a few weeks as an enlisted well you were a GOD.
Next through in the dead calm…….yup the type of calm that came shortly before a chemical attack, this was when you prayed your gas mask worked and you would be fast enough to put it on or death would be a sweet release from the agony of drowning on your own fluids or having your skin melt. We would be in those masks sometimes 24 hours a day as the Germans pounded our trenches, than once the green haze cleared the sounds of machine guns would break the silence and that would mean a charge was inbound…..than basically you had to fight in close quarters with your aptly named trench knife or bayonet; not to mention simply swinging your M1 like a club, basically whatever you needed to do to kill the bastards trying to kill you.
Medical ya that was a joke in a half……..a bunker dug out in the rear of the trench and yes there was multiple per line, if your wounds where bad enough that you didn’t die right away, the field treatment would kill you or infection would be your demise. So basically you prayed your wounds would be enough to send you to a field hospital and home…..and not in a box, this whole notion of laying ones life down for King and Country got real old real fast “Like on the First Day!”
I would be one of the lucky ones, my first trip to medical wouldn’t be for six months, I wold watch bigger, stronger men break down to the terror of the unknown and the trench logic as they stabbed themselves, stuck hands and arms out of the trench with ignited lighters to shot by snipers and others simply allow themselves to get the dreaded Trench Foot in vain attempts to go home…….while others would freak out and take off out of the trench either to be shot by the German or captured by their own country and hanged for desertion….yup the hanging was not a way to go in the trench, it was a very short rope and chair; you do the math on that one, not a pleasant way to go…if they were lucky the commander would simply use the firing squad, but with bullets at a premium and rope cheap well the English do like our hangings.
So basically everywhere you turned death was looming and after some brutal battles our dead and their dead would line the trench and so would begin the dead clean up, but with all the dead and decomposition it would bring in the vermin and so you had to basically sleep with one eye open at all times from everything under the sun and then the rats…….the damned rats, even today I have nightmares about those bastards, I am still missing part of a toe from it being eaten by a rat………yes I didn’t feel it, frostbite sucks and so does having fucked your back up when a shock wave knocked me off the ladder and back into the trench that was nearly a twenty foot fall on not so soft clay and rock. Though I was better off than the Dough Boy in front of me…….he well didn’t make it, Rest In Peace Private Jacobson.
Now my first real injury happened when we were ordered to charge the German line in the dead of winter 1915……anyone with a decent recalling of upper school history class can recall that this was basically suicide, war wasn’t as graceful and pretty as it is today. The whistle was blown, the ladders went up and one by one we scaled the wall and charged into something called “Dead Mans Land” ya this wasn’t going to end well…….correction it never ended well! This region between the lines was littered with barbed wire, land mines and machine gun nests, not to mention the Germans and their rifles, bombs and grenades…….though normally one charge was met with a counter charge so here we are engaged in brutal mortal combat and fighting for a few feet of ground. It would be during one of these charges that I would end up being shot in my leg and shoulder by a Krout machine-gunner and to add insult to injury this Dough Boy would end up being stabbed twice in the thigh by another Krout.
I hit the ground hard, yes it wasn’t glamorous like in the movies….this was reality and well war is hell! I figured it was all over for me, hell I lasted six months in hell…not a bad run for a kid born on the wrong side of the tracks. As I laid their dying another Dough Boy would grab me and drag me back to trench and as he lowered me down, he would have his face turned inside out from a Krout sniper……I never got to learn my hero’s name, but I did get to be covered in his grey matter, blood and teeth not to mention seeming like I had a third eye growing out of my shoulder wound…….yup I am truly traumatised and I blame the Americans.
Now this is where my trip through hell would begin and as well this is were I learned about the American Military and their superior medical advancements. My wounds should have been bad enough to cause me to die in the trench as that was how it worked, if you were an officer you lived if your were a poor boy from the slums you died…….isn’t that what war is simply population control of the poor. Though in my case we had Americans in our medical line, yes Americans they won’t let this poor wanker die…..no they didn’t they first injected my three times with this weird serum and than came the meatball surgery as they put humpty dumpty back together again…….I felt like a million pounds but I knew something was about to go wrong on many levels, call it British Intuition.
I had just been hoodwinked by the American Military into their Federal Immortality Project and once again I was simply given away, my uniform changed, my rank went up……yes I was now a Sargent, shit I am now in the American Infantry and than that stupid FIP patch on my shoulder. I would not see my fellow British Dough Boys again. Nope now I was in another line and I would now truly understand the meaning of hell…..if I thought it was bad in the British trench, try being in the trench of the FIP; the US Officers gave two shits about us and they tossed us to meat grinder at ever chance and those that returned with holes would be patched up, injected again and sent back to the wolves…….good news I did get to see some more of my British chaps again, though that didn’t last long. I got messed up so many times from 1916 to 1918 I simply prayed for a bullet to the head, though I really didn’t want to die but I did think about it often.
I will leave the gruesome details out of what I went through in those first two years in the FIP, how my bones where stapled back together, ribs screwed back in place, plates and bars holding me together…….now seriously the longer I lasted the more I simply wanted to live and as well turn my pain onto the Krouts; by the end of the war I figured okay Forest its time to go home a hero…….oh boy was I wrong, the Americans in no simple terms told me that I was their property now and I would be heading to America to serve the US Army till I was either dead or to broken for active duty. Well needless to say I was scared but a little gleeful that I wouldn’t have to return to my crappy life in London.
Now I understand that many of the officers and nobles that got hoodwinked into the American FIP would end up being able to legally pressure their way out, while others simply told the Americans “No!”…..well for this coal boy from London Town, I didn’t have anyone pushing for me, or simply care enough to know I was missing, I was back into slavery and this time the pain would be forever tormenting and removing any rational thought. This is how the US War Department controlled the FIP, we were living in agony, we needed our pills and we simply wanted to make everyone feel worse than us……those that got out with a conscience intact I salute you, I am looking at you Reverend Bernard Georgetown.
Okay I served in the FIP through many I mean many wars and countless engagements, I would join the 82nd Airborne and become a Screaming Eagle during the Second World War as a paratrooper, I would break numerous bones, get shot countless times, stabbed so many times I stopped counting, and basically have to be put back together so many times I simply became numb to the suffering. The US Army removed my conscience and replaced it with a killer instinct and simply abused me in times of peace with experimental surgeries and weapons testing……ya they didn’t like their British Wanker, though the Pale Rider, Edison and Captain would have a worse experience…..hell each one of us got the shaft sometimes literally.
I would make it through the Second World War without being captured and saying that is a miracle seeing the FIP where basically on the menu during that war and my CO Lt. Wilhuff Palpatine would end up captured by the axis while I was lucky enough to escape, though I would return to aid in his rescue with the Pale Rider. By the end of the Second World War I was truly a broken man that basically answered with “Yes Sir” and point me in a direction and watch hell unleash. I had fallen victim to the curse of the FIP…..lack of self preservation and simply having a death wish, seeing nobody back home knew about me and could give a damn if I lived or died.
I would make it through Korea, yes all three years…though I wouldn’t make it out unscathed, I like Rust Rutherford would fall out of the chopper and break more than a handful of bones upon landing. I would loose my pinky finger to a Korean soldier that stepped on it……..though it didn’t matter anyways seeing it was simply dead from frostbite. Korea in no short words sucked and you wont find me going back to that mountainous hellscape anytime soon……when it was cold it was fucking cold and when hot it was hell on earth, though far cooler than Vietnam.
I would like to say I made many friends and all my time in active service left me with endless memories of the men I served with, though in reality I only consider the FIP brothers and family as the regular GI didn’t understand our plight and our suffering. To them we were simply old timers that couldn’t be killed….also they had families back home to go home to, second “THEY COULD GO THE FUCK HOME!!” We FIP nope if we didn’t die we simply got redeployed into the next hot zone and over time war became second nature, my hearing was beyond fucked, my vision well don’t get into a motorcar with me if I forgot my spectacles and agonising pain that no living creature should ever have to suffer.
Okay I survived Korea and than it was back to base to train, be tortured and train some more…..some FIP would be allowed to marry and start a family, well only those injected pre 1900, me it was train till the break of dawn and than train some more…..only break I got was when I was tortured by my captures. So once again war breaks out and guess what who’s the first to be deployed when the French need help in the jungles of Vietnam…….yup your brave FIP; First to Fight yet again, hell we beat the general Marine Corps each and every time.
Vietnam was the worst of all the wars, seeing it wasn’t a legal war to begin with…..that didn’t stop the US from escalating shit and sticking around long after the French bailed “Fucking Snail Eaters”. I would be within many platoons during my tenure in Nam and got to know many young men that had been drafted into the military to fight in hell. Foxholes became our new home,and basically nothing changed from the First World War till Vietnam……just far more separated, better access to weed and okay things had changed I was sleeping in a ruck sack on the jungle floor or foxhole not half buried in clay wall and the boys where not there out of patriotism, they had been conscripted into a very unpopular war.
I would leave so much of my blood within the jungle of Southeast Asia that I am really surprised I am still alive today, I would tear my back asunder when I dragged fellow FIP and regular grunts out of the hornets nest and back to safety. To this day my body is one scar on another and it would be the jungle carpet of Vietnam that would do the most damage. I would end up partially impaled on a punji stick……that was one trip to medical, another would be when a punji stick would end up driving itself through my foot and ankle……yep another round of medical, I would end up in hand to hand combat with a NVA Gook and he would push me into another punji stick; that one tore through my shoulder and it did allow me to grab the gook and impale his dumb ass forehead onto the punji needless to say another round of medical…….by the end of Nam I really hated bamboo and Dr. Heath was getting tired of seeing me, and yes I was just as bad as “Pants” and “Boots” yes he called them that seeing he took their pants and boots away to keep them in bed versus running or hobbling off to the next chopper……I will leave what he called me out of this autobiography……again secrets are needed.
The Bamboo wasn’t my only issue in Nam as this would be the war or conflict that would bring my career to an end…….and thank god. Though before that I would end up having my left eye boiled by napalm……yes they do pop like over boiled eggs. I would be shot to shit, stabbed enough times that I should have been called pincushion, and suffer numerous other injuries to graphic to mention here; lets simply say I was covered in my own sauce more than a few times. These injuries and the way medical treated us, more like the way Command ordered medical to treat us would lead to the lack of self preservation, we simply welcomed death at this point and when we would see the dead come in to base from the jungles all we could think was “Lucky Bastard” callous I know but Nam was coined the Ten Thousand Day War and I was there for almost all Ten Thousand Days…….my time would be cut short in 1974 when I would have my eye boiled by our own napalm……yup they dumped that shit directly on our location, mishap my ass!! I was shot to shit with the wounds burned shut, my thigh bone was sticking out of my well thigh……I had another thighbone in my non punji stick shoulder; “Fuck Me it’s wasn’t my bone” my elbow busted to the point that I needed pins and bars to put it back together, and basically well I had been fucked hard by a NVA and Cong ambush that lead to a brutal three day battle.
How I survived……seriously I am not sure, but I would be one of the lucky ones and leave the jungle in basically one piece. While at the hospital in Germany, I would receive my discharge papers, this included hundred bucks and a one way trip to some shit hole in America where I would end up tossed aside like yesterdays news. When I left the hospital on December 21st 1974, I was barley able to exist without pain medication and antibiotics; see my wounds were still healing and well my stitches hadn’t even been removed yet before I was loaded onto a plane flown back to America……than transferred to small single engine plane once in New York and than flown to an airfield in a small town nobody ever heard of; Middle Indiana population 200 and very xenophobic.
So yes a young man….well in appearance with a lower London cockney accent arriving in town didn’t set them at ease, seriously my only saving grace was I was still in my uniform and bandages. The lovely people of Middle Indiana might have distrust me do to my accent and well being unknown set them back and seeing many Vietnam veterans were simply scene as drifters, nomads and well vagrants…..it would take them a few to get used to me, I still looked the part of solider boy with my polished boots, pressed uniform, shaven face and high and tight; that the people didn’t instantly hate me on sight……but my PTSD didn’t make my life easier as I would act in an odd fashion during thunderstorms, motorcar backfires, hearing gunshots and simply well EXISTING…….I was in four bloody wars and many combat actions you never heard off, what do you expect. Well for the first few months they simply ignored me, spoke about me in hush tones and would leave food out for me like I was a stray dog…..I mean I heard one of them saying that poor man, maybe we should have him neutered, mothers would usher their children away from me and the local law enforcement would harass me.
I was stuck though, I had enough money to pay for the room I was renting for a month, I didn’t have any other clothing other than my Army issued uniforms and my medication supply would’t last all that long. I needed to find a job and fast or I would end up in jail or dead, seeing my injuries where healing slowly and well my busted wrist and hand made pick pocketing a impossible task. Now seriously fuck the Army for dumping me in Middle….. the land time forgot, and a town with only a few shops on its Main Street. I would be lucky to find one shopkeeper that was a good Christian and willing to take a gamble on me….or but his stake in trusting a blighty.
I would go to work for Davids Pharmacy working behind the counter as a soda jerk, and helping delver medication…….I would be paid 3 dollars a week, given a small closet to sleep in and access to my medication and all the pop I could drink. I would also be required to attend church services every Sunday and every holiday……ya that was a bit of culture shock seeing I have never once before stepped into a church, I prayed to God allot in the trenches and jungles but that was simply the deal with all soldiers in war…the general prayer “Oh, Please God, let me get the fuck out of here in one piece and not in a box.”
Religion was new to me, I was a reject, a wanker, a criminal and a killer……I was a solider and I was survivor not someone that put stock in a higher power, you could consider me an Atheist seeing how the hell could their be a loving god that would allow the torment I went through from birth till well today. I simply knew that I needed to oblige his requests simply cause I needed the medication and a free place to sleep……though I really do like pop now. I figured this would be my key into the town and a way to get these xenophobic asses to see me as a human and not a stray blighty dog that needed to be neutered and fed table scraps……sorry that part triggered me, seeing I basically only ate scraps when I was a child and was chained to a coal stove like a dog.
Though as much as I tried to fit in, I couldn’t shack my damned accent and well having one eye and scared to hell didn’t make me appear any less alien to these people. Though around Christmas time of 1976, I would be bringing an older gentleman his heart medicine and when I got to his home and he came to the door I recognised him, it was my old bunk mate in the second World War….I was like Jimmy, it’s me Edwin….he looked at me deeply for what felt like forever and he removed his glasses and gave me a huge hug saying Edwin you British Bastard your still alive, what brings you to my neck of the woods. Well I raised the white paper bag and said your pills did…..and of course being dumped here like yesterdays garbage by the Army after they were finished with me.
Needless to say Jimmy was a bit of a recluse and didn’t socialise much in the town so he hadn’t actually scene me, though I looked a bit different and hadn’t really aged since 1944….a curse and a blessing from the FIP serum. Though you don’t storm a beach with a man and forget what they look like, especially seeing I saved his bacon in Normandy. Now Jimmy was a wounded veteran and left most of his leg back back in the hills of Germany in 45′ so I could say his being a recluse was on par for a wounded veteran. I remember just being at ease with Jimmy, and spent sometime chatting and getting caught up……and it would be Jimmy that would allow me to become a local, become a one of the Middle Folk……..yes thats what they called themselves, the people stopped looking at me as a dirty Vietnam Hippy and a veteran of a real war……they saw me as a hero thanks to Jimmy, and thats when my life changed for the good.
By 1980 I was working full time in the Pharmacy and learning the trade, I was involved in the church…..simply for keeping up appearances, I still claim that a loving god doesn’t exist and Christianity is a joke and the greatest scam perpetrated on mankind, once an Atheist always an Atheist……well until I met a nice Jewish women and now I am a Jewish Atheist; Okay that was funny. I had earned my upper school diploma, and had saved enough money to buy my first motorcar. I had a few new suits, a small apartment I rented above Jimmy’s garage and for a kid from the slums of London I had made…..I had clean water, clean clothing, good food and good company and no one was shooting at me.
I would met my wife Heather Yates in the summer of 1981 when she came into the Pharmacy where I worked and I became very smitten when I first saw her……ya it was weird she was 19 and I was well old but I looked like I was in my twenties and well that really didn’t make the locals feel at ease seeing they knew I was a D-Day veteran…….but I would learn that her parents where escaped Polish Jews from Warsaw and they were very happy to have this old American GI courting their daughter; though I would have to convert to Judaism if the relationship was to go anywhere……hence the Jewish Atheist bit, yes I had to get Mr. Winkey snipped and that sucked more than any of my other war injuries but to be with Heather it was worth it.
So even through all the bull crap I would be put through by the townies for dating a 19 year old Jewish girl, I would still keep my status as a Middle Folk and yes I would still have to go to church on Sundays and than go to the “Big City” to go to temple on Friday night…….this was also when I would begin my college days at Indiana State where my soon to be Father in Law worked as a Dean of Students…….yup old Edwin had really turned the page on his life and things where about to go into warp speed.
I would be married in a dual ceremony on November 17th 1982……yes this self proclaimed God Hating Atheist would be married in a church with both a minister and rabbi…..ya I know I was rolling my eyes, but I needed to keep up appearances; hell the townies nearly lynched me when the learned I listened to Joplin, Kiss, Jefferson Air Plane, Black Sabbath and Hendrix……hell if they actually new what I listened to in the 80’s and 90’s they would have burned me at the stake LOL. Okay where was I….oh I remember the 80’s yes what a decade for me, I would go back to school, get married, become a father for the first and not last time, become Middles pharmacist when old Doc Brown would retire and sell me the pharmacy……and yes I had my license by that point. I basically would be the perfect small town husband and father; and yes I did become an accountant as well, yes I know I can simply hear all the groans a Jewish Pharmacist/Accountant……the irony, well it paid the bills, kept food on the table and a roof over our head. Though me real passion was yet to come and that would be Robots and Computers……yes I just loved electronics and would tinker all the time, I was a real hands on kinda guy and a math degree would be the start to my life as Crazy Ed the mightiest little decker.
Well the 1980’s saw me become a father of three wonderful children, earn my first of many college degrees, become the beloved townie Pharmacist and begin to have a semblance of normalcy in my once very chaotic beginnings. I struggled with my addictions and nightmares brought on by years of abuse and war, Though I bought a motorcar, a house with a white picket fence, adopted a dog, and would become your very traditional small town suburban husband…….yes I had the slacks and jumpers (Sweaters for you Americans), I wore the loafers and always had a tie on, yup I had made it and I was becoming truly American……..ya that part was still hard to get used to, though my accent was going no where and even if I tried to escape it, well I just sounded like I was from the deep south…..so I figured it brought a little class to the town of Middle.
So by the start of the 90’s I had a little workshop in my basement, I built computers, robots ans had my model train collection……..oh how I love my trains and train time……yes that exists, don’t bother a man when he is playing with his trains. I was leading my sons Scout troop and had become very active in both my temple and church…..yes I was still playing lip service, my Heather was pregnant again and I was basically addicted to Nintendo, and Sega at this point…….between trains and Super Mario Brothers, I was content. I coached the upper school chess team and was working on the robotics program that was in it’s very early stages….something Edison and I share the pain off; Robotics Coaching!!
Basically the 90’s were allot like the 80’s for me, basically boring and simply wonderful, my pharmacy was growing and I was looking for a new project to peak my interest. I was already a doctor and was still attending school at night to earn further degrees…yup I had become addicted to education, and as I already spoiled the ending I would earn my teaching certificate and step away from the pharmacy as the full time pharmacist and let my assistant run things full time. I was ready for the next chapter and so I would apply for the open teaching job at Middle Public Upper School, I would become there newest Mathematics teacher come the school year of 1993…..this would be the start to my new life and one that I loved and hated, I had already written multiple books on the subjects of Math, Robots, Computers and all very boring stuff including chess, I had a serious addiction to painkillers, pot and education……hell how do you think I managed to stay sane teaching idiots math……one must indulge or commit murder.
As I stated the 90’s were basically routine and for me I couldn’t be happier, the Gulf War in 91′ did anger me and push my buttons as I knew more FIP would be shipped over to yet another pointless war and more innocent souls would be forced into the program at no fault of their own. I did my part, I had a yellow ribbon on my tree, marched in the Memorial Day parade and joined the local VFW chapter once it opened in he spring of 1990 prior to that I was part of the American Legion and proudly serve both orders till today. I would share my accounts of history with the troop and even get involved with the board of education in a attempt to update the curriculum. Again boring stuff I know, you want the blood and gore that seems to be all the FIP talk about, well my life was simple and dull…and for a traumatised veteran that would be exactly what the doctor ordered………though hang on, shit is about to get real in the next decade.
This seems to be a standard for us FIP and I would end up running for Mayor in 1996 after I was ambushed by a reporter if I ever thought about politics and what I would do if I was mayor…….well I answered and next thing I know the headline on the Sunday Paper reads “Mr. Edwin Forest announces his bid for Mayor, and suddenly VOTE FOREST signs began emerging on peoples lawns and it was all they could talk about. I figured I didn’t stand a snowballs chance in hell seeing I was a Independent within the heart of Republican Land……..yes those parties once existed, now its Freedom and Loyalist; same story different cover. So long story short I would win the election and hold office for two terms, this would make my life a bit hectic as I was trying to balance my work, my schooling and my pharmacy not to mention being a loving dutiful husband and father of six……..yup I was fertile and I blame the Jewish snip, it seemed to give my swimmers more potency and more gumption to swim faster like a speeding bullet……well physics LOL not really I understand, but till it’s officially researched thats my story and I am sticking with it.
So by the end of the 90’s I was mayor, my youngest was in college studying to become a Pharmacist, my daughter was dating a nice Jewish boy from a good family and had dreams of becoming….well a housewife (That made me cringe), my other children where in either upper or lower school and my youngest was nine and a real chip of the old block; He refused to dress in any other clothing other than what daddy was wearing, he was my shadow and would honestly be my favourite……though a parent doesn’t have favourites “On The Record”. My boy Edwin Jr, would be seen as a nerd in school by his classmates do to his chosen attire, well I was mayor by this point and wore suit and ties seven days a week, and thats what little Edwin wanted to wear and when his mother and I would tell him no…….well all hell would break out and it was easier to simply dress him up like dad than deal with the tantrum.
I town I was the cool dad, seeing I didn’t care if the kids smoked, drank or smoked weed; I had one rule only in my house under my supervision and never tell a fucking soul or I will eat your soul!! They liked me though I was the mayor, the president of the school board, and an immortal veteran of multiple wars not to mention a fan of horror movies and heavy acid rock music…….oh I was also the Jewish Atheist, again thats funny. Basically from 96 -2004 I was the Lord of Middle and even after leaving office I would still be regarded as the Lord of Middle seeing I am British……..yes I get the irony and hidden insult, I am old not thick.
Though come the 2000’s my life would take a very violent and bloody turn, see I was FIP that means you are always FIP basically once a Marine always a Marine and America was involved in yet another war this time with Afghanistan and soon to be Iraq…….here is where I wished I had remained as Mayor seeing I would have been exempt. Nope I did my civic duty and than stepped aside to allow another poor soul to take my place like all the prior mayors before me, no we didn’t have term limits but since the 1940’s Middle’s mayors all decreed they would not be FDR and only run twice and than step aside. So come my retirement we were getting ready to go to war in Iraq.
I would be home on a Sunday morning having brunch with the family and relaxing after another sleepy sermon and planning out our day when there was a knock on our door, it was two men in uniform with paperwork……..I figured “What the Hell did Owen do.” (My eldest son) nope I was wrong they were here for Sargent Edwin Forest, I was being conscripted back into service to fight the Islamic Threat and go to war in Iraq. Seriously you bastards tossed me to the curb when your toy solider broke back in 74′ and now you want me again…….What The Fuck!
I was legally unable to protest and risked imprisonment or execution if I ignored the deployment paperwork; so I hugged my wife and children goodbye, we had a wonderful going away party in the town, everyone came out to wish me well and a safe return. As I boarded the bus with my duffel in hand and wearing a uniform that I hadn’t put on in nearly 30 years besides for marching in a parade. I looked back and watched with sorrow as my wife and children where crying, my son in law holding my pregnant daughter close (Damn Jewish snip struck again), my youngest Edwin wearing his Boy Scout Uniform like a military uniform standing with the rest of the troop all saluting their fearless Scoutmaster as he was being shipped off to war to fight the Islamic Menace, the bringers of evil and destroyers of freedom…….ya I didn’t by into the hype post 9/11 and still don’t religion is a joke and a weapon used to control the masses into fearing the unknown.
So here I was much older and by now I looked basically how I do now….yup teaching, politics and parenting did something the FIP serum couldn’t “Age Me.” I was heading to the airport to head to my new base in DC to receive my orders, a haircut and find out what branch they were dumping me into…..I had already tried the Royal Army and US Army,I was hoping for something easy like the Navy or Air Force; nope I was to become a US Marine and after DC it was off to Parris Island for training and than off to Iraq to fight for democracy and the Christian way…….hey what part of I’m Jewish did you not get! Well now remember I am much older, I haven’t seen action since 1974 and I am really, really hurt already and yet I was pushed to my limits and they would break me down once again…..yup didn’t take long to exhume the FIP within me, once they did I simply feel inline with the rest of the FIP and regular suckers at Parris Island.
By New Years 2006 I would be shipped off to Iraq with my shiny new uniform a new rank of Gunnery Sargent and my riffle in hand, I was a squad leader and about to step into a whole new world, yup war had changed and I was not prepared for the Modern Warfare……yup my kids away’s kicked my ass in Call of Duty. Though I was like fish to water and all the experience and training came back to me in a blink…….one thing the media was basically censured and this was going to be a real fucking problem; the media was our friend in Nam but now us FIP don’t have there back up, this war was totally politicised and being fought by the suits in DC and we were simply expendable.
The citizens in America rallied and became keyboard commandos screaming “Support the Troops” and yet hiding behind the lies spewed forth by the media and politicians about what was actually going on over here. Iraq is hell, seriously it was over 100 degrees in the shade and everyone and their mother was trying to kill us…….we had our mission orders and please give me the jungle or trench over urban combat; also the enemy simply dressed like everyone else, I missed the good old days of uniforms. My first year in Iraq didn’t change much, it was basically war. Though once we had truly become entrenched in the countryside, the man we were after was already captured, tried and hanged but we remain…..yet another verse same as the first. I figured this war was going to last forever and I was never going home outside of a bag.
Well not to make you sick to your stomach, I would be wounded badly and I mean I nearly died come 2008. My guts where basically spilling out of me and I had more holes than swiss cheese, I figured well Edwin this is how it ends. I would black out from the pain and blood loss to only awaken in a medical clinic being patched up once again, this time the FIP serum was being injected directly into my heart and spine…….ya I was awake for that shit! More metal being put in my body and than a few weeks later i was given a pat on the back and sent bock out to the field……..man I missed Dr. Heath, at least he fought for us to go home. Needless to say I wouldn’t return home till 2015 when once again I would get totally fucked up and end up with shattered hips and my leg bones in my torso from a failure of equipment when my shoot failed to open and to make matters worse I would be shot to hell on the way down and have my legs run over by one of our own tanks…….yup I am far shorter than 5’4; I am more like 4’5 and change as they managed to fix me up…….but not without fusing my feet to my knees and as I don’t have shins anymore and well running and bending my legs doesn’t happen…………you want t know the fucked up part, they argued over ending me home, those bastards wanted to send me back out into the field, needless to say cooler heads prevailed and I was discharged once again in 2016 and shipped back to Middle with the same going away package as before.
Once home I would go through intensive rehab and it would nearly drain my bank account as the military had removed my VA benefits and forced me to cover all my own expenses. I would nearly loose my private insurance do to the same issue as they decreed that it was a preexisting condition…….ya no this was caused by war a war the bastards in DC wanted for control over OIL!! So basically I ended up far worse off than I was before I left for the Marine Corps and would serve another decade in hell for no damned good reason, and from what heard I wasn’t the only unlucky FIP to be served papers and thrust back into action long after we had been dropped like a bad habit.
Whats worse is I am living in agony now and need to hobble around like a fucking dwarf…….and they wattle faster than me! Thank god I am a simple decker or I would be screwed, loosing my VA benefits would truly suck if I didn’t own a pharmacy and had access to qualified medical treatment here in Middle, though as the President of the VFW I have learned that this is an ongoing issue facing not only the FIP but the general solider as well, the now United Canadian American States doesn’t give a shit about it’s veterans and hopefully with Oliver McKeen in the White House something will change. Sorry for the redirect but I am still steamed about that fact, so basically by the mid 2010’s my life was in hell and would simply get worse with the events of the Great Tragedy of 2018 coming and yup even us in Middle din’t escape that shit show……nope war came right to us and not in a good way.
I will skip the history lesson and cut to the chase as this autobiography is getting a bit long with all the boring detail, my town would be over run by native, UCAS and rebel forces all fighting for a piece of the pie. We the Middle Folk were caught in the middle….ironic isn’t it. We don’t have a capable fighting body in this town and even our police are a joke, so it would be left to your favourite grumpy crippled FIP wanker to pick up the slack and defend my home and town from being erased from existence; and thats just what i did, I took up arms and formed a militia of what capable bodies I could muster and would forbid my own children from joining….though that wouldn’t last very long……Forest’s are quite stubborn and don’t like being told NO. I simply wanted to keep my children safe and free of conflict but the UCAS and NAN would not allow me to do such a thing.
Long story short we would use guerrilla tactics and modern warfare against them, yes I was in command and yes this crippled wanker can still fight……cant get off the floor to easy like but I am a crack shot and with my cane I can lift myself up. Also robots make for great ambush tools, before you ask we got the weapons from Big Joe’s Hunting Supply and other equipment we stole……remember I wasn’t always a law abiding citizen. We kicked their ass, though the rebels did help in that equation; I did get shot a few times but at this point I simply call that “Tuesday” we lost many good citizens including three of my sons, two died in my arms from their wounds and Eric my next eldest would be hanged after he was captured by the UCAS…..all in all I would loose Eric, Walter, and Patrick during the revolt; they paid the ultimate price and as much as I tried to keep them out of this, their hearts pumped patriotism and they believed i the cause and I couldn’t be prouder of them and their sacrifice……I miss them more and more each passing day, but I am here to keep their memory alive and I know their sacrifice wasn’t in vain as Middle is free again and we kicked both the UCAS and NAN out of our boarders.
My work in cyberspace would keep our network locked down and some of the unique programs keep our network safe from their hackers. Though I once had six wonderful children and now I have three that remain alive; Owen my eldest son, Janet my daughter and Edwin Jr my baby…….though I am a Grandfather of three now with another on the way. Owen runs my pharmacy, Edwin is in college studying to be math professor like his father and Janet owns and operates a little chachki shop in town that is seemingly doing well……thank god she didn’t stick with the housewife gig (I can breath easier now, my family doesn’t do well with simple housewives). I well I am the mighty little decker known as Crazy Ed……I work within the matrix, and outside of it.
Also more about me……..yes I know I am bragging but your still reading aren’t you, so who gives a damn. I am currently the president of the local VFW, I sit as the president of the Board of Education and I am the Superintendent of the Middle Public School System…..yup our little town has grown over the years, remember when I got here in 1975 the population was 200, well it seems that with all the BS going on in the cities, violence, taxes, plague, population increase and simply pollution people have been fleeing the sprawl and seeking the simple life in small town America……we have grown to a grand total of 2,500 people and expanded our boarders. Yes Middle is still very small in compassion but we do like to keep it that way.
My pharmacy is doing well as we voted to keep major corporations out of our town, so sorry no Happy Burgers, Wally World, or Stuffer Shack within Middle only Mom and Pop local shops here. I have been keeping myself busy with robotics and chess, as I teach and coach both within the upper school, I am once again a scoutmaster for my grandson’s troop and he is excited to go on his first real camp out…….We have cookouts and block parties, we hoist Old Glory on the pole and I proudly fly my USMC flag even though they tried to kill me numerous times……once a marine always a marine. Basically I live the simply life, though I am no push over and if you come to Middle to cause trouble well you will learn the hard way that this little crippled blighty bastard is tough as nails; yup I have cyber and bio and some other surprises in store……as I said I have my secrets.
So as an FIP I went through hell, but I am lucky my wife is still with me as she has been lionised…..my children are all grown and married with children and even they are grandparents so I am a Great Grandparent……….I still own my house that I purchased in 1984 and have a few motorcars in my collection, I am basically your typical elderly suburban grandparent, happily married and looking forward to the future. I understand my decking might get me in trouble but simply who gives a damn; we need to keep those in power on their toes and stick it to the Neon Church.
I now you were hoping for a tragic ending like most of the other FIP, well that is sadly not going to happen……besides the fact I am forever traumatised and suffer PTSD, live in chronic pain, and buried three of my children (two who died in my arms) I am tormented by nightmares and suffer addiction issues do to a lifetime of self medicating………so if thats what your looking for than I hope your happy you sick bastards. I can tell you that I might be grumpy and a bit off kilter from a lifetime of abuse and torment, but even though I blame the US Army for ruining my life, I couldn’t be happier as it brought me here to Middle and without the FIP I would never have met the love of my life and raised 6 beautiful children and many grand and great grand kids…….Oh December sucks for my wallet as we have eight crazy nights and a Christmas Tree; but I wouldn’t change a damned thing and even though I am a elf proclaimed Jewish Atheist; I can say I have truly been blessed and none of this would be possible without the FIP Serum….oh I would change one thing I would want to have my boys back; God I miss Eric, Walter and Patrick…..Rest In Piece my Sons your sacrifice was not in vein.
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Apparent Age: 70+
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Bio: Well this is a breath of fresh air……the good Reverend Georgetown has emerged onto the scene, maybe he can talk some sense into the warring nations and bring peace to the good old United Canadian American States. This man has spent a vast majority of his lifetime preaching peace and bringing an end to the countless and endless wars. His story is simple and he is a man that turned an ugly beginning into one of a positive nature. This man of the cloth was once a solider for the United States Army and was subjugated into the Federal Immortality Project of 1850 when he heard the call of duty and felt a sense of patriotism just after the Japanese attacked Pearl Harbour at the start of the second world war.
Bernard Georgetown would volunteer for the front lines like many of America’s youth during those days and he would be rewarded with trauma, shell shock (PTSD) and a forced enrolment into the FIP program after he was gravely injured during the D-Day Invasion……though for Bernard or as they called him Daffy for the tattoo he had on his forearm, his injury during the Invasion of Normandy was not the only time he would seek medical attention during the war, though it would be the one injury that would grant him a one way trip into the FIP and barbaric surgery that would leave him forever in torment and extreme pain.
For most people the injuries Bernard would suffer would be his ticket home, but for Bernard it would turn into a nightmare as he would be injected, patched up with screws, bolts, and metal plates and shipped back out to the front to repeat his call to service. This poor soul wold be subjected to further injuries, meatball surgeries and endless fighting through countless engagements during his tenure within the US Army as a grunt. He would serve his country loyally from 1941 till 1973 when he would be nearly killed within the jungles of Vietnam. This veteran would suffer greatly through both Korea and Vietnam till his body would nearly give up and he would nearly perish on the table within a Army medical camp.
According to his records the doctors would inject him numerous time with the serum and even directly inject his wounded heart that was failing and sending him into cardiac failure. Even being touch and go for many days Bernard would survive but emerge a changed man, he would find himself ousted from the Army as he was to injured for active duty and as many FIP would consider this a death sentence and freak out, Bernard was happy to be free of the fighting and free of the Army.
He would end up dumped within the small town of Hazard Missouri, without a dime to his name and only his duffel and the uniform on his back he would pick himself up by his bootstraps and find a way to survive, first doing odd jobs for the locals and sleeping within the local church in the evenings. Though come Christmas 1975 Bernard would be offered a job within the church as a handyman and given a place to sleep officially. Bernard would gladly accept the job and the room, he stated it was a small water closet mostly but it was shelter and he wouldn’t have to worry about finding a place to lay his head at night.
1975 would see many changes for Bernard as he would find a job, and as well begin his crusade for peace and racial equality, he was originally from a small town in Vermont so small town living was not a shock to his system; though the obvious disdain for those of colour would be a shock to him and as he had many friends within the Army that were of all races he couldn’t understand the direct racism, though within Saint Marks Church he would never see it as all were welcome regardless of colour.
He would begin to pick the pieces up of his life and start to see some sort of regularity within his shattered life, Bernard would meet the women a church secretary named Mary that he would become smitten with and eventually ask her out come Valentines Day 1976 and they would end up getting married come August 14th 1976 and he would become a father come May of 1977 for the first time. Bernard unlike the other FIP would not hold resentment, anger and disparity towards the US Military for what they did to him, he would not pick up a weapon and rise against them and he would not become a rebel unlike many of the other famous FIP bastards.
No Bernard would simply go to college and then the seminary to become a Methodist Minister getting ordained on September 11th 1984 and end up replacing Reverend George Smith who served Saint Marks for nearly 40 years. Reverend Bernard Georgetown’s story is one of success and one that proves that not all the FIP are bastards and killers. he rose from the ashes to become one of Hazards most popular citizens and a beloved institution within the town. He stood for equality, and peace and would keep politics out of his sermons, in reality he staid as far away from politics as he could seeing he fully understood the power of his words and message.
This once patriotic solider and veteran of three wars would become a champion for peace and one that would use the pulpit to spread his message to anyone that would listen, he spoke of unity and the dangers of continued war, he spoke of equality between all of God’s children and simply being kind and living a Godly life. This was in stark contrast to the other FIP veterans like Wilhuff Palpatine, Dover Barton-Palpatine, Reverdy Jamestown-Palpatine, Arthur Swanson, Harvard Little and others that would rise up o power while holding resentment and anger that would boil over to violence against the very system they served.
Bernard might have kept politics out of his sermons, and his general day to day life as he was very dedicated to his church and his congregation, but that didn’t keep Bernard out of D.C leading protests against the Military Industrial Complex and the endless wars that America was engaged in both openly and secretly……he would attempt to keep the media honest and as well bring the boys home. He had a dual aspect and one that he used to his advantage, once his collar was on he would never mention politics, though once he donned his tie it was all bets off and do to his grandfatherly nature, his southern charm and his lifelong experiences he was able to bring raw emotion to his message of peace.
I know a minister is always a minster, the clothing doesn’t matter and for Bernard he fully understood that same principal, though he wanted a way to show the people that he could separate Reverend Bernard Georgetown from Daffy. He would become very successful at keeping the American people informed and maintaining a divide between his work and his passion for peace…….fully understanding that politics would eventually have to merge or his message would fall on deaf ears.
Come 2000 Bernard would loose his beloved Mary as she lost her fight against cancer, Bernard would be crushed with only his faith, and family to help this once Polio survivor to keep forging ahead. As the world welcomed in the new millennia Bernard would be forced once again to take a step back as he would become the sole guardian of his grand children when his son Alfred and his daughter-in-law would be killed in a freak motor vehicle accident. Even his prayers couldn’t answer the question of why he was still alive and yet his only son had been killed……no father should ever have to bury his own child. Bernard did his best while leading the funeral service but is was clear that this event only a few months after he buried his beloved Mary had taken it’s toll on the good pastor.
Though for Bernard his life was again going to be thrust upside down when during an Easter service in 2002 he would be shot in the chest by an angry citizen that felt he was un-american in his disdain towards the fight against terrorism in Afghanistan. Pastor Georgetown was at the pulpit leading Easter Sunday service when the shot rang out through the church, his robes became soiled with his blood as he collapsed from the invading bullet……..Bernard felt this was it and he was going to finally pass away, as he grew colder from the blood loss the shooter escaped out of the church as congregation panicked and looked on in horror as their beloved pastor lay on the floor dying. A few locals jumped into action to get Bernard the medical attention he needed and rushed him off to the local clinic for emergency surgery. This is where Bernard would meet Dorothy Jamestown, she was his nurse during his surgery and recovery.
Bernard and Dorothy would end up becoming very close during his stay in the hospital and after he was discharged she would come by his home to make sure he was doing okay and his grandchildren where behaving and not causing grandpa undo stress as the assassins bullet nicked his heart and nearly took his life. Even during his recovery Bernard would not stay silent and only hours out of the hospital he was back at the pulpit preaching for his flock, now that shows dedication. When the local police would eventually arrest the man who tried to murder Bernard…..all the good pastor said was “I forgive you my son, go with God in peace.” if that was any other FIP Legend they would have but a bullet in there attempted assassin…….nope not Bernard he is a true Christian and he simply turned the other cheek and forgave the man who tried to kill him.
Bernard even testified at Ronald Browns sentencing in a vain attempt to spare him from the gallows for his attempted murder conviction with special circumstances attached; stating that judicial murder was unjust and unfair, he stated that he hadn’t been killed and it wasn’t a hate crime….and even if he had been murdered he would hope that the justice system would honour his life’s work of peace and forgiveness Well long story short the judge ignored the words of Bernard and with the juries recommendation in hand he sentenced Ronald Brown only 21 to death by hanging within the public square.
This would be Hazards first public execution in nearly a century and one that deeply disturbed Bernard seeing he felt the execution was unwarranted and as well a waste of a young man’s life. Though for the citizens of Hazard this was more than justified and come Friday, March 25, 2005 at 1200 hours Ronald Brown would by marched out to the town square, climb the 13 steps to the gallows where Reverend Bernard Georgetown would be standing to give last rites against every bone in his body, he felt the pressure of his flock and felt that if he gave last rites and absolution he could attempt to save the young man’s soul.
The square was filled with every citizen of Hazard and many locals from other towns and cities, as this had become big news and was to become a spectacle that many of the local papers would fail to report on. Ronald would be placed on the trap door, his neck secured in the noose and hood placed over and pulled secure as he would hear his sentence being read by the local sheriff. taunts from the crowd could be heard as they screamed derogatory remarks towards the condemned, Ronald’s own parents would be front row for the execution of their eldest son and share a look of disgust and disappointment towards their own child as the rope would be pulled tight against his skin. The young man when asked for any last words simply said tearfully “I’m Sorry Reverend, I’m Sorry Mom and Dad” than the lever was thrown before Reverend Georgetown could utter the words again of “I forgive you” the young man fell and the rope went taught……though this is where the spectacle would begin, first off the rope slipped and his neck didn’t break and he was left suffocating and slowly dying as he did the hangman’s dance, his legs and arms bound the young man twitched and struggled against the constricting hemp neck tie.
The crowd would grow increasingly blood thirsty and rush the swinging and suffering Ronald as he died slowly, they would trample over each other and even knock the elderly doctor that was heading towards Ronald to check his vitals and kill him in the process. Reverend Georgetown grabbed the microphone and attempted to sedate the crowd and restore order but to no avail, the crowd grabbed a hold of the swinging Ronald and pulled and tore at him till his head ripped clean off and his body fell to the ground in a bloody mess. The crowd still not sedated would overtake the gallows system and decree themselves judge, jury and executioner……they would in a state of mob mentality they would want to see more people swing, the small town of Hazard was not equipped to handle the size of the crowd and with many of their locals now running for their lives, the out of town folk would decree that the Mayor, Sheriff, Warden, Reverend, and Mr. & Mrs. Brown should as well be hanged….their logic was not connected to reality and yet the mob mentality was about to become a harsh reality for all of the locals that where near the stage.
Bernard reporting a sudden feeling of dread as he was grabbed by multiple youngsters that had a look of the devil in their eyes, they swarmed the officials, the condemned’s parents, and as the local police and deputies where trying to clear the crowd and get to the gallows they were being overwhelmed by the rushing crowd and panicked citizens. Bernard stated that this was total anarchy and their was nothing that anyone could do to stave off the blood lust, those on the stage bathed in Ronald’s blood and began securing additional ropes with a slipknot to the gallows system. One by one those being held would find their necks secured in a noose and even as they struggled against the mob it would prove fruitless as there were far to many of them to shrug off.
Mayor David Holmes and Sheriff Walter Young would find a quick death together as they would be pushed to their deaths through the open trap door, according to autopsy reports David and Walter would die instantly by having their necks broken. The others though would find themselves hoisted up only a few feet to strangle and twitch as the nooses dug in and cut off air. Bernard would pass out as the knot of his tie would dig into his throat and send him into a black out quickly as the others would struggle to breath and pass away quickly……..Though as Bernard prayed a silent prayer before passing out the gallows system would show signs of distress and not long after Bernard blacked out the entire structure would come crashing down, though not soon enough to save everyone, Bernard would awake once again in the hospital under the care of nurse Dorothy Jamestown.
He would learn that the police were able to regain control and with the aid of the county sheriffs office and local deputised citizens the guilty were arrested. Bernard simply started to cry as speaking was painful, he knew that this simply meant more executions and more innocent lives to be snuffed out. Dorothy tried to explain that unlike Ronald these people where guilty and had murdered innocents and even the Bible states “An Eye for an Eye”……Bernard through the pain mustered the strength to say simply “Will make the world go blind.” After a few days in the hospital Bernard would be once again discharged and sent home to care for his family, he would stubbornly ignore the doctors orders to save his voice as he officiated the funerals for his friends that had been killed during Hazard’s greatest mistake. He would stand with his head held low as he lead funeral service after funeral service for his friends and congregation, only breaking down in grief once he returned home to find Dorothy waiting for him as she looked after his children.
Bernard would find himself lost in the grief and new that this was only the start as many more would feel the terror of the rope, while others felt the grief of burring a loved one, who might not even have been one of the rioters and just a bystander that got wrapped up in the chaos of the day and simply watched. Hazard’s justice system would not be kind to those involved in the murder of Dr. Sam Harmon, Mayor David Holmes, Sheriff Walter Young, Judge Chester Floyd, Warden Kevin Small, Mr. Frank Brown, and Mrs. Lisa Brown and not to mention the countless citizens and officers that were injured and the attempted murder of Reverend Bernard Georgetown.
Hazard a once happy little town had not come into the new age unscathed, no a new air could be felt within the once peaceful town, the citizens upset and angry over the event that lead to so many of their fellow citizens dead or injured. A sudden rise in out of town folks coming to gawk at the site of the bloody event, set up tourist traps selling merchandise to make a mockery of the situation and charge other tourists to tour the graves of the victims and even taunt Reverend Georgetown with nooses being draped from his tree outside his home. The locals would become very xenophobic of outsiders and the local police would begin to target them, the once peaceful small town of Hazard would become a scene out of many horror novels as violence would become the norm, the crime rate would explode as city folk would come to Hazard to loot and pillage.
Pastor Georgetown would become sickened by the sudden change to the town he loved and called home, he could have like many others in the FIP pick up a weapon and add to the chaos, but he did what he new best and that would be peace and a call to the locals to stand down and simply ignore the outsiders…….this is simply the new normal he stated, and we can either evolve or die, this is Hazard and we are her heart and soul. These outsiders will simply move on once something new comes along and we simply need to accept that we are now part of history, he would also state a simply truth that would end up getting him elected as Mayor a job he never asked for nor wanted……he simply stated that these outsiders are good for our economy, they are buying our merchandise, staying in our hotels and campgrounds, eating at our restaurants and some are attending our houses of worship. Lets not treat them like a plague and simply embrace them with our small town charm and lets beat them with kindness; they see us as rednecks and uncivilised folks, lets show them that we are a town of forgiveness, of peace and traditions that have been lost to the big city folks.
It would take some time but the locals would come around to the words of their beloved pastor and for Bernard he would find himself elected in a landslide by write in votes to replace the slain Mayor David Holmes. His message of peace would not fall on deaf ears and just before he would take office, he would do something he should have done sooner and that would ask Dorothy Jamestown to take his hand in marriage, she loved his grandchildren and they both had fallen madly in love through the turmoil and in storybook fashion the two would be wed on June 21st, 2006 with their wedding finally bringing the town together and bringing an end to the nightmare that would plague their town.
Bernard would learn that Dorothy was as well part of the Federal Immorality Project having been injected when she was injured in Korea when the MASH unit she was stationed at was bombed and her injection was the only thing that saved her life, this brought a smile to Bernards face as he knew that his wife would be with him till death truly do them part. They would sire further children as the FIP serum kept Dorothy out of menopause and the two would go on to live happily ever after within Hazard Missouri…….
Bernard is still the towns mayor and still preaches as the senior pastor from Saint Marks Methodist Church, he has seen many folks come and go through the years. He still preaches peace and is a staunch supporter of the Right to Life (Anti-Death Penalty) and as Mayor it took him a few years but he was able to get the death penalty abolished from Hazard, though he has been unlucky in his efforts to remove it from the county, state and federal system….though in Hazard you will be sparred the rope. He still fights for an end to the endless wars and to restore peace to America and he lives a truly pacifist life, yes he knows how to use a gun but he won’t for any other reason than hunting for the nights dinner, he has cyber and bio implants but thats mostly do to his old wartime injuries slowing him down and this man is truly a Christian living a Godly life.
I know others claim to be living a Christian life but than take up arms in a blink when things go south, Bernard is different in that he doesn’t see the need to fight when diplomacy is always an option and how can the children of God be willing to breach the commandment of “Though Shall Not Kill” so easily and then attend service the following Sunday. He teaches his children, grandchildren and great grandchildren the message of peace and how to live a dutiful life in service to Jesus Christ, he heads the Sunday School Program for the children of Hazard, charters and serves as the Scoutmaster for the local Boy Scout Troop. He preaches equality between races, creeds, religions and sexual orientations and that all deserve to understand God’s love, He serves politically as a Progressive Independent and won’t align with either Freedom or Loyalist Party saying that they are just as bad as the Republican and Democrat parties from the olden days and good riddance they are gone.
For a man that tried his damnedest to stay clear of politics and keep himself divided between Reverend Georgetown and Mr. Georgetown now he is simply His Honour Georgetown and had a political life thrust onto him out of dire circumstances, he figured this was just part of Gods plan for him and he accepted the challenge and we thank him for that. They call him the Peacekeeper simply because his words ring true and people tend to listen to Reverend Bernard Georgetown when he speaks, he stands for peace and believes that if we all tried a little harder we could give peace a chance, he broadcasts his fireside chats throughout Missouri every Friday night accept for Good Friday when he is at the pulpit preaching the sacrifices of Christ. He holds an annual memorial on March 25th in memory of all those that perished during the darkest day in Hazards history, it’s a time of reflection, remembrance and prayer lead by a reading of the names of the fallen; he does this to make sure Hazard never forgets what can happen when evil is allowed to ferment within ones heart and show the power of forgives.
I must say that Daffy might not be a runner, but we need more people like him out there; we need more people that preach peace, unity and equality over rebellion and war, if we had more people like Daffy the Peacekeeper than maybe the UCAS would once again rise as the greatest country in the world. More people need to listen to the words of Daffy and understand that small town folks have proven time and time again that their way of thinking is not alien and they are the true heart and soul of this great nation.
Membership: Phoenix Five
Apparent Age: 70+
Archetype: Cybered Gunslinger Adept: Circle Unknown (Run just run)
Preferred Weapon: .75 Calibre Hell Storm/Stormrider Jamestown Classic Revolver (Highly Modified)
Bio: Okay my readers we have come to the end of the quest, we have discovered the fifth and final member of the Phoenix Five and he is a serious threat and terror to all within the Southwest Trinity. His name is Lesley Howard and they call him the Man O’ War, and before I get the comments of there has to be more than five seeing the Outlaws Five have more than five members; and to that I agree and will address the issue later on regarding future discoveries about the Phoenix Five.
Now where to start with Dr. Howard well this British/American has been here in the states for some time and holds dual citizenship and has been reaping the benefits of both nations while he resides within the Sovereign State of Phoenix Arizona. This man was born in Munster England and was raised within York during the late 1890’s the exact year is illegible upon his US War Department documents and good luck gaining access to any records from the United Kingdom. He was born into wealth and would himself become a British Noble seeing he was born into the aristocracy, Dr. Howard is the Fifth Earl of Munster and the brother of the dreaded Avalon of the Order of the Pale Moon.
Dr. Howard would be handed all the perks of nobility including top notch education, a large estate and a chosen bride to continue his families legacy. I personally feel that Dr. Howard is far older than we have records to verify as he was already an adult during the Edwardian Age within England and was the overseer of the English Village of Stamford Bridge in Yorkshire or York for short. His manor home and estate was located in Stamford Bridge and he had already sired three children by the time England went to war with Germany on August 4th 1914 and he would volunteer for active duty and be granted the rank of Colonel and sent to the trenches to become one of the faceless ‘Dough Boys” showing his patriotism and dedication to King and Country.
It wold be during the First World War that would thrust the Man O’ War onto us here in the states, he would last the entire four years of brutal trench warfare and leave the war a very decorated hero of the people of England yet he would as well leave the European Trenches injected and forced into the Federal Immortality Project of 1850 do to being severely injured numerous times including being shot through the hand, stabbed, gassed, and simply shot and thought dead during the Battle of the Somme 1916; though he would survive and crawl back to the line with another critically injured soldier. Dr. Howard would show bravery and heroism in the face of grave danger during his time in the First World War, though this wouldn’t last and he would eventually become no better than the rest of the FIP bastards in the not so distant future.
The US War Department would take possession of Dr. Howard come the end of the war and even through direct objection and legal action that would eventually free the Man O’ War from his contract, the damage had already been done and he would decide to stay in America and ride west to be with many other survivors of the FIP program and join forces with Dr. Kennith and others. Dr. Howard would be one of the few FIP that would not be thrust into the meat grinder once within America and he would be placed inside the US Navy seeing he had experience within the Royal Navy and his nightmare journey would commence once again on December 7th 1941 when the Japanese attacked Pearl Harbour where he was stationed. Then Captain Howard would feel the stings of war once again and as his ship the USS Nevada would be hit with multiple bombs and one torpedo and begin to sink, Captain Howard would survive through quick thinking and sheer luck as the battleship would begin to capsize. His actions would save thousands of sailors and officers though the direct attack would leave 60 of his men dead, the USS Nevada would end up beached and for the angry Brit he would get his revenge as the USS Nevada would be repaired and once again sent to war come 1942
This naval captain would see multiple conflicts through his career within the US Navy and it wouldn’t be till 2012 when he would end up retired from the Navy. Though for this FIP he would actually retire and not have the typical treatment of the FIP thrust onto him, his case against the US War Department would go in his favour after multiple appeals come August 7th 1983 nearly a century after he was forced to serve within the US Navy. Dr. Howard by this point was already accepting of his fate and would gladly stick with the US Navy and earn his moniker of Man of War eventually shortened to Man O’ War or MOW. This man would be a force to be reckoned with as he would be one of the only ship commanders to undergo the brutal Navy Seal training by choice and as well be trained in Undersea Combat and Command when he would leave the Battle ships for the Submarines and join the “Death from Below” division.
Though throughout multiple wars, conflicts and deployments this Captain would never see a promotion till his case came to a conclusion when than President Ronald Reagan and the US Senate would approve his promotion to Rear Admiral Lower Half and be given command of an Aircraft Carrier the prize jewel of any Naval Officer he would take the helm of the newest carrier the USS Theodore Roosevelt come 1982 on it’s maiden voyage and command that ship till 1992 when he would be given command of the USS Harry Truman yet another newly commissioned ship and this would come along with what would be his final promotion to Vice Admiral earning his third star before his full retirement from command in 2012.
As a naval officer he was beloved and feared for his tactical knowledge, his bravery and his dedication to the mission, his men also knew their Commanding Officer was not simply a stuffed shirt and man of privilege as his uniform was loaded with medals, and hash marks for decades of service, he would as well were the markings of the FIP and Navy Seals and not to mention the Naval Aviator wings and Top Gun patch. Dr. Howard wore his uniform with pride and honour and was never without his trusty sidearm and trench knife that he carried ever since his days in the trenches of Europe.
This man has no fear and fully trusted his men and his ship, he knew what she could do, what she could handle and what she could withstand and he would always push the envelope thus making him a favourite of the brass back in DC and the politicians that would use Admiral Lesley Howard as the poster child for the US Navy as a recruitment tool. Many Hollywood blockbusters would be made about this brave Admiral and his countless exploits, though even though he got to see the world and had far more freedom than your average FIP Dr. Howard was growing tired of continued service, the pain he lived in from his FIP war injuries and missing his wife and children back home in now Norfolk Virginia; and come July 4th 2012 he would announce his retirement from the US Navy and for Dr. Howard he would hope to enter the private sector, take a simple job in education and be nothing more than a husband/father and grandfather but for this FIP his call of duty would not end after his retirement party and celebration within the Rose Garden of the White House.
Dr. Howard would be called to service once again this time within the political arena when he would be appointed to be the Secretary of the Navy and his nomination would be approved by a vote of 94 to 6 within the US Senate. He would remain in the War Department within DC till 2043 with his nominations being continued by multiple other Presidents and even through the government change. Lesley would oversee the US Navy with honour and give council to many senators and presidents throughout his tenure within Washington but again he would simply feel that he needed to step down and be with his family. His wife was ailing and fighting cancer, his eldest son had been killed in the early days in the War in Iraq, and his grandson was suffering Leukaemia not mention Dr. Howard was as well caring for his baby grand daughter he was down syndrome and autistic.
He would choose his family over serving the UCAS and this wouldn’t sit well with those in power, they wanted to own Dr. Howard and even though he shrugged off the bribery attempts, buy offs and directly getting involved in politics directly during his career….including trying to stick it to US Military Industrial Complex by refusing to accept donations and never hiring any of the private contractors to work within the Pentagon. Those in power would create a monster they wished they had simply left sleeping and laying dormant, according to records found within the STAGE 5 dump the US War Department would strike Admiral Howard’s home and family within a false flag mission to reignite this man’s dedication and patriotism in hopes to send Lesley back into the War Department and back into the uniform.
Well this would backfire on the US Government when the Man O’ War would return home early from running errands and find his Virginia home being assaulted by what appeared to be a terrorist agency……(remember how I said he would always carry his trusty sidearm and trench knife, well this continued into his civilian life) Dr. Howard would prove that you don’t screw with a retired Navy Seal as he would spring into action and recall all of his training and rain hell down upon those storming his estate. Dr. Howard would end up being wounded gravely during the encounter but he would end up saving his grand daughter from a most certain death as she was being sexually abused by one of the supposed terrorists. Dr. Howard would tear the man off his disabled grand daughter who was only 5 years old at this point snap the neck of the rapist, he than would sink his trench knife into the skull of another who was waiting his turn before taking a bullet from the third that intended to stomp the skull of the child. The Man O’ War would go down but not out as he would quick draw his pistol and with a single shot bring the terrorist to his brutal end, Dr. Howard would pull the face covering off the man he snapped the neck of and discover that he not only knew the man, he trained him and sick pervert had once served under Admiral Howard.
This would prompt a direct response from the Man O’ War and while bleeding he would bring down the entire team of now US Special Forces that was disguised as Islamic Terrorists. Once he had secured his estate he would learn that his wife and other children had been brutally killed and sexually abused before and after death, he tried reaching out to his other adult children and when the lines came up dead he feared the worst for them, though he also knew that he needed to get medical attention for his Suzy Q thats what he called her……real name is Susan Howard, not mention for himself. Howard would reach out to his dear friends Arthur Swanson, Kingsley Quinn, and Nero Caprio, they would offer what aid they could and Kingsley would arrive in due haste seeing he was already within Norfolk Virginia on business.
With a few quick phone calls Kingsley would secure the aid needed to get the two wounded medical attention at one of Woodrow McDaniels private underground clinics and while the two where off being patched up Kingsley would pack up the estate with the aid of contacts and await the arrival of Wesley Burns aka Burn Notice to investigate and clean up the scene. Burns would as well discover that this was a government hit job and yet be powerless to do anything about it, it would become clear through the work of Arthur Swanson that the remainder of Howard’s family had suffered the same fate. Arthur would leak the information to the media that would never see the light of day till Swanson would dump the information directly into the MATRIX himself for all to read.
Though for Lesley Howard a domestic terrorist had been born and revenge is what he sought, and revenge is what he would get when he would become welcomed within Santa Fe and eventually Phoenix Arizona. Lesley at this point was no longer seeking a quite life of seclusion and one of action, the militarises plan had worked, though not the way they had planned. He was about to become a rebel and one on a mission to fight the world and watch all those deemed guilty burn. His rage and fury would not go unnoticed by Dr. Kennith of the Phoenix Five and as the Man O’War was laying waste to those within the hierarchy of the government he would receive an invention to move to Phoenix and thats where this story truly begins.
Membership: Phoenix Five
Apparent Age: 70+
Archetype: Cybered Gunslinger Adept: Circle Unknown (Oh Hell’s No!!)
Preferred Weapon: 7.75 Cal. Hell Storm Revolver (modified)
Bio: Don’t be confused this is no Devil Dog just a man that looks scarily similar to the dreaded Tracker of that unit and don’t be fooled the Tracker is not dead and gone, he is very much alive and well. No this is Dr. Hudson of the Phoenix Five the forth of that gang to become exposed by our dedicated and brave researchers, our employees are risking life and limb exposing the goings on within Phoenix and I do mean life seeing our last researcher was just sent to “Old Sparky” on espionage charges. So please pray for the safety of our reporters as they work diligently to bring you the inside scoop regarding the Southwest Trinity and the outlaw gangs that rule that region with an iron fist.
For starters this man is a another that crawled out of the Federal Immorality Project of 1850, retired and went west to become an outlaw and gunfighter for hire. They simply call him Dead Eye again not to be confused with the Devils Reject and Denver Guard member with the same name who was put to death properly back before the Battle for Seattle 2073. No this man is a sure shot, lighting quick and deadly accurate and lives by the motto “It’s not who draws first, it’s who pulls the trigger first.” and with Dead Eye here he proves that speed is in the eye of the beholder and accuracy is paramount.
So basically Dr. Hudson started off within the Virginia Volunteer Cavalry and moved over to the First New York Cavalry during the days of the Civil War seeing he couldn’t stomach slavery and decided that fighting against his fellow southerners was better than simply staying loyal to his people……it seems there is a trend within the Phoenix Five that they put their values over everything else.
Now if this is all this bastard would do than maybe he wouldn’t be all that bad as I don’t agree with slavery and maybe flipping sides proves some within the south actually had a heart. Though his warpath didn’t stop there, he would head out west with his unit and begin to patrol the plains s the westward expansion would begin and throughout the nineteenth century Dead Eye would make a name for himself as a no nonsense commander and one that would put a bullet in anyone that engaged the natives. He would as well lend aid to escaped slaves hunting down those legally deputised to return the runaway property, now I might not agree with slavery but it was legal and they simply should have stayed put……you wouldn’t shoot and kill a dog catcher now would you, or maybe a police officer trying to bring a runaway child home.
Well thats just what Dr. Hudson would do, he would go after the Slave Hunters and the patrols directly and bring them to their bloody end, burring them within Potters Field and making damned sure history forgot about them. He would defend the Cherokee, Navajo, Apache, Sioux and Blackfoot tribes from the other US Cavalry divisions stepping in as the guardian and defender of the native people. This seems to be an ongoing trend with many of the elder FIP especially those from the pre 1900 project, they were simply Indian lovers and would sacrifice their fellow Americans for a savage.
Dr. Hudson would go on to become one of the chief defenders of the native people and kill anyone that tried to stop him, you see back than news travelled very slowly and especially on the plains for that Dead Eye could butcher hundreds and send one of his men to report a false narrative and all would be excused and forgotten till that unit and commander never returned home, than their deaths were simply blamed on the environment.
We now know this to be false after my researchers over heard the Phoenix Five bragging about how many Euro’s they smoked during the”Good Old Days” and how much they made off selling US military equipment to the same people they where protecting..or trading it for beads and feathers. You have three major outlaw gangs of the time and they all included FIP bastards that would exploit the westward expansion for their own greed, you see back than the military was less regulated and each commander would basically be on his own once they rode out west to do as they saw fit. Now many did as they were ordered and would obey the top brass, while others used the distance, lack of communication and lack of legal authority to commit whatever crimes they desired.
Those gangs would be the Surrey Gang, Highwaymen, and the Santa Fe Ring now I know their were countless outlaw gangs and wanted men during those days as it was the Wild West a lawless territory but in reality the only ones that truly matter here are the aforementioned three; and eventually the spin off gang the Phoenix Five. These men would exploit every weakness, ever loophole and every regulation to bend it to there will, they would hunt down slave traders, slave hunters, snitches, and basically anyone that stood in their way of criminal activity……they would even go as far as to execute their own men that would show even the slightest hesitation as to what their officers where doing. I mean seriously we have to ask why the FIP would become far more regulated during the rise of the polite society come the 1900’s.
Dead Eye himself would be a huge reason many natives escaped the Trail of Tears and many battles against them would go south quick for the Americans. He and his men would come thundering in with guns blazing to outflank the Americans that wold think the Cavalry was there to rescue them and in reality they were there to murder them and help the Red Man. My researchers have yet to figure out why the FIP bastards so loved the natives and why they aided them as the “Great White Defenders” but it’s an ongoing trend……simply look at the stories of the Pale Rider, The Invincible One, Pickles, Tetris, Mr. Phoenix, Mayor, and many others from that era including Dr. Hudson here.
Funny though come 2018 many of the FIP bastards that fought to aid and protect the native people would end up becoming Son’s of Liberty and begin hunting them down in droves…….shows their hypocrisy and how age can corrupt ones mind. Now as for Dr. Hudson’s personal life well he too was married to a native women from the Sioux Tribe and would father many children through his time in the pre 20th century FIP and once the government regained control over the outcasts he would end being sterilised during the First World War when a German bullet would castrate him…..well at least the Germans did something good, though they should have killed this bastard. His emasculation didn’t stop him from being a terror to behold on the battlefield and Dead Eye would survive countless injuries and engagements to only be retired come the Iraq War in 2008 when he would be nearly killed when his parachute failed to open and this now paratrooper would crash land and destroy his legs, ribs, back, shoulder and well basically every bone in his body all the while being shot numerous times…….sadly a nearby explosion at the time of his decent would cushion his landing and slow him down enough so he wouldn’t become a pancake.
Well after countless years of recovery and rehabilitation he would be dumped back into the wild as he was decreed to injured for active service, and thats when he ended up going west and regrouping with his FIP friends within the South West. He would first start working for the Santa Fe Ring and marry yet another native women, though thankfully he can’t sire anymore children of his own, though that didn’t stop Dr. Hudson from adopting a small tribe of his own. He would go on to receive multiple degrees and begin to work within the Santa Fe Sheriffs Office where he would begin his reign as the nations most corrupt law enforcement official……and that is saying something ranking him above Brian Kindler and Benjamin Mathews, oh wait Kindler is Outlaws Five and Mathews is Post Office see a trend forming.
Dead Eye would stay within Santa Fe and be part of the Ring and command a branch of the Navajo Renegades against there own people during the Texas Uprising and prove his mettle to the Outlaws Five and his worth to the Santa Fe Ring during the brutal engagement where countless innocent lives were left shattered. As a reward for dutiful service to the Southwest Trinity and his ruthless nature he would end up being hired to replace the former Phoenix Sheriff who had been recently executed by electrification for dereliction of duty..,or maybe he simply did his job and didn’t ignore the evils of the Outlaws Five.
Dr. Hudson would happily accept the job and through his appointment he would prove that he was nothing more than a shill to the Surrey Gang and keep law and order within Phoenix “Cowboy Style” …..how this man actually won his election in the coming years is unknown, yes even in the Southwest Trinity the Sheriff is elected but in Phoenix election laws are only there to oppress the voters and keep those loyal to the outlaws within power and push anyone who would deem real change away.
Dr. Hudson would fit into Phoenix like a well fitted glove and his style of justice would be more than accepted and tolerated as he would focus on the innocent elves within the city, raid the Neon Church, take witnesses and law breakers on long walks into the desert and authorise lynchings by anyone that was on the approved list. He walks around the city in his uniform, silver star badge and huge iron on his hip intimidating anyone that dares to oppose the monster known as Dead Eye.
He ignores murders, drug crimes and theft while he focuses on traffic violations, frame jobs and extortion this man is the direct line between the citizens of Phoenix and the Outlaws Five and Phoenix Five. Once a call comes into his office he will round up the posse, strap on the iron, grab his duster and cowboy hat and hit streets on the hunt for the most recent law breaker. Dead Eye makes damned sure that the Phoenix Trinity Prison is always at capacity and there is always room for more guests of honour within the death chamber. Between Phoenix and Las Vegas they house over 85% of the Trinity’s criminals and execute almost all of them with do haste.
Those spared a one sided trial and public shaming are either exiled from the city into the wilds to be butchered by the tribes that live in the deserts or they are simply murdered and the crime scene cleaned up and sterilised allowing Sheriff Hudson to simply decree the case closed. Those sent to trial will have to face a jury that will be hostile to any law breaker and a prosecutor that is out for blood in his own way, if you are lucky you will simply get a public humiliation sentence and a hefty fine and if not well good knowing you as they lock you up for decades if not life without parole and don’t forget they have four forms of execution in the city, though the gas chamber is not used any longer and has been turned into a storage room or a terror room for their “Scared Straight Program”.
This is like the old programs throughout the country where they take at risk citizens and expose them to what a life of crime will get them. This program created by Dr. Hope and Dr. Hudson take at risk teens and lock them up within the prison system for a week and treat them like every other convict and at the end of the week of nightmares they prepare the at risk teen for their “Execution” with all the realism, including their last meal, last phone call, visit from the Chaplin, fitted for a coffin, given a burial number and head, legs and arms shaved in case of the use of “Old Sparky” or measured and weighed for the gallows. They are moved to an empty death chamber and told how they are going to die and given their death certificate showing a pre-printed date, time and cause of death by the specific form of death.
These at risk teens are terrified at this point seeing they were told that their parents turned them into the Department of Justice to be punished for their crimes. Jailers will go as far to even ask the teen what funeral home they wished their remains sent to after processing. On the last day the teen or teens (seeing they will execute multiple felons at once especially if it’s firing squad or hanging) will be lead out of the death chamber straight into the site of their execution and in the case of a hanging their heads are placed in the noose, sack on and rope tightened, firing squad they are strapped to a pole, a paper bullseye is pinned over their heart and they are hooded, and electrocution they are strapped into “Old Sparky” and with the Gas Chamber they are strapped into the chair a mouth guard placed in to keep the mouth open and a blind fold placed on.
These kids are than put through the ringer of terror all legalised by the cities elected government and witnessed by the parents who authorised it. While hooded or blindfolded the teens here there sentence being read and even though they are not actually guilty of anything the week long experience has broken them down to the point of believing this to be real. In the case of a hanging the executioner is told to do his duty and in a blink the trap door slams open with a thunderous boom and they fall only a foot or two to another affixed platform but the terror causes the teens to urinate themselves, as the rope looses slack and begins to tighten; after it’s over they are removed from the gallows and told the next time they visit this room it will be a further drop and a broken neck if they continue down the path they are currently on. The Electric chair gives the teens a sudden jolt of non lethal juice but enough to hammer home a point, the firing squad well they are shot with a warm paint filled rubber bullet straight to the heart and well thats enough to scare the shit out of you, and well the gas chamber is filled with a nasty blue smoke that fills their mouth, nose and lungs with an acrid scent and taste but is non harmful just uncomfortable do to it’s heated nature.
After the program completes they are shown their coffin and told to lay down inside to truly hammer home the point of their fate, in the end they are given documentation stating they have attended “Scared Straight” and if sent by the court the documents are signed by Sheriff Hudson and they are sent home to rethink their chosen life. Now I can tell you this that would terrify me and I am an adult, I can only imagine what it would be like for a teenager, but according to Sheriff Hudson this program has a 80% success rate and he has only witnessed the execution or incarceration of 20% of graduates from his program he stated “Some people you can’t save, some people are just born bad and the only way to fix them is to lock’em up or stretch their necks…….well the lucky ones at least all others get juiced.” than he chuckled…….this people is the duly elected Sheriff of Phoenix a man that laughs about frying people and putting holes in their hearts.
He doesn’t serve the people he serves his own needs and interests, he serves the Phoenix Five and the Southwest Trinity. This man personally oversaw the execution of one of my reporters and runs Phoenix with an iron fist, he is on a warpath against the Neon Church and the Black Dragons, he cares nothing for the law he swore to uphold and he rejoices in the terror he instils in those that enter his house. This man is somehow beloved in Phoenix and the Trinity and his program is so beloved and welcomed that people from all over send their hoodlum children to Dr. Hudson for a week of legalised abuse for free….well paid for by the Phoenix Tax Payers.
I mean seriously who would expose their children to this man and his program, though he states that he is always open for business and he will gladly take reservations especially from the Neon Church. How this man can call himself a Christian is beyond me but he does and he attends weekly service, he plays Santa Clause for the local children and sponsors a local Boy Scout Troop; he has adopted over six Native and Latino children seeing he is a eunuch and yet his heart is still as black as coal. This man murders for a living and than comes home to his loving family and helps them with their homework……seriously how broken is Dead Eye, one minute he is putting a bullet in the back of someone’s skull and leaving them for the carrion in the desert and the next he is straitening his sons tie as they head out for church; he is also the Scoutmaster of his son’s troop and preaches values like Honesty, Loyalty and Kind yet he is killing people that stand in the way of the Phoenix Five.
In closing when it comes to Dr. Hudson or Sheriff Hudson simply avoid him and stay they hell off his radar, best way is to obey the law and never think about paying the toll for breaking the law in Phoenix for it will be you that pays the ultimate price once the credits clear. The sign above the gate to Phoenix should read “Abandon All Hope, Ye Who Enter Here” for once you cross that threshold you have entered the world of the Phoenix Five and it’s their city and they will make damned sure all understand those words and all will feel their wrath. Another reason the FIP bastards need to be rounded up and brought to justice, these men aren’t you stately old grandfather…….no they are centuries old or older trained killers that have been given a new lease on life and the freedom to do whatever they want, whenever they want with zero repercussions; I mean look at all of the Famous FIP from before 1900 are nothing more than law breakers, soulless killers and rebels hellbent on destroying this beloved country of ours and handing it over to the Natives…..This is America Damn It, This is for the White Christian American this is our country and our feelings and values matter, we are tired of being forgotten and ignored we stand with the Loyalists.
Membership: Phoenix Five
Apparent Age: 70+
Archetype: Cybered Gunslinger Adept: Circle: Unknown (Bend Over and Kiss Your Ass Goodbye!!)
Preferred Weapon: Hellfire 6.66 Stormrider/Jamestown Classic Six Shooter
Bio: Well the third member of the Phoenix Five has surfaced and his name is Hudson Hope and they call him Tetris well thats what he is called now……back during his days in the Federal Immortality Project they called him Overwatch; and the military tactic still used today was named after its creator Dr. Hope. This elder member of the Phoenix Five hails originally from Albany New York and would make his way west after retiring from the US Marine Corps in 2017 after being gravely injured during a conflict within the Iraq War. Dr. Hope would serve within the US Cavalry, US Army Airborne Division and eventually the US Marine Corps before his retirement; he would end up being one of the lucky ones from the 51st Razorbacks that managed to avoid the Battle of the Irish Sea in 2018 along the Welsh Coast.
Taking a good hard look at Tetris here and you would assume like many within this gang of five that he is simply a man of the people and a man that stands for law and order seeing he sits as the Chief Justice on the Phoenix Superior Court. Well thats where you would be “Dead” wrong…..Dr. Hope is a trigger happy desperado that helps enforce the laws and regulations of the Southwest Trinity, he is not above filling violators full of lead and taking lawbreakers on a long drive into the desert. This family man and man of honour as he is hailed within Phoenix, Santa Fe and Las Vegas is in reality a heartless and soulless killer that will do anything to keep up appearances and root out the problems within his fair city/state.
If his Honour can’t solve the problem within his courtroom with death sentences, life sentences and extreme fines and public humiliation……well whats an outlaw to do, well strap on the iron, round up the pose and deliver street justice or simply put a “Lynching” oh that is the other name that Dr. Hope is known by…..simply Lynch. By day he sits on the bench and by night he is out doing the dirty work for the cities beloved mayor Adolf Gunner. Reports from within the Southwest Trinity is that Dr. Hope is a beloved member of the community and one that is fair and impartial…..I smell a heap load of BS and spin, seeing his sentencing record reads more like an obituary and he is simply creating an express lane to the Gallows, Firing Squad or Electric Chair; he sends nearly 90% all convicted felons to death row and the other 10% are given extreme sentences or public humiliation and hefty fines.
This is how the Southwest Trinity keeps their cities appearing peaceful, safe and clean; they simply execute or lock up those that cause issues……and Santa Fe is the worst of the offenders even though their execution rate is under 15%, how you ask? Well Mayor Caprio sends all the really violent offenders to be tried within either Phoenix or Las Vegas who’s mayors don’t frown on a higher rate of capital crimes though only Phoenix is equipped with a state of the art prison system and multiple forms of execution……..to be selected by the Chief Justice on the night before the condemns execution, still think Dr Hope is a nice man.
Now onto the other issue with this sitting judge, remember he is part of the Phoenix Five a branch of the Outlaws Five, this means that once a criminal is brought before him and faces the cities death chamber…….well they are given a chance to turns states evidence for a supposed lighter sentence, in reality it’s solitary and a quicker execution date and spared “Old Sparky”. If the defendant spills his guts within Judge Hope’s chambers he has just killed any and all co-conspirators, this is where the Phoenix Five jump into action and remove the problems thus removing any witnesses of their illegal activity. Rumours within the underworld of Phoenix report that the old gangsters edict of “Snitches Get Stitches” holds very true with both the Outlaws and Phoenix Five…..thus the reason an deal maker finds their neck in a noose or a target placed over their heart. Also this edict is also why they remove other problems, it is rumoured that the others are killed and not arrested simply to send a very brutal message “This is Our City, All Others Beware!”
The one thing about the Phoenix Five is that they hate competition and seeing they rule the city….All must play by their rules, this the Five rule the underworld and the black market within Phoenix and if anyone dares to break the law they must first pay their fair share to both the Outlaws and Phoenix Five……the bosses Jamie Surrey and Union Kennith must be given their cut or its well, you understand I hope. Now this is also why the Phoenix Court system is busy and Chief Justice Hudson Hope can keep his job and appear to be strict but fair, he is simply looking out for the people of Phoenix, when in reality he is removing those stupid enough to try to stiff the true criminals of the city. Oh don’t forget if a crime committed by a non member of either gang gets bad publicity, angers the people, or simply goes bad quickly…….well they will round up the law breakers, choose one to face the public through trial and the rest get gunned down like the dogs they are.
I have reports of Judge Hope meeting with defendants and taking them for a long drive into the desert where they are never seen again……others reports of the “Pose” being gathered to burn a family out of their home that they refused to vacate after being evicted. Yes my readers this gang will surround a home and than set it ablaze with the people still inside if they refuse to cooperate with their legally sanctioned authority. Now I have as well heard that if a rival gang or criminal holds up within a building and they are on the radar of the Five well two things happen those innocent pack up quick and vacate before the bullets start flying, and normally someone drops a anonymous tip to the Phoenix Sheriffs Office……and low and behold within minutes the Phoenix Five and their posse are surrounding the building and good old Overwatch is laying cover for his posse as they either turn the adobe walls into Swiss Cheese via heavy machine-gun fire or setting the place ablaze……either way the intended outcome is the same “death to the guilty ones”
Now I understand many will simply say that I am reporting false news and spreading a negative narrative about Dr. Hope, he can’t be as bad as I say. You are reporting on rumours and not facts, well sadly within the hallowed walls of Phoenix thats all I get, the Southwest Trinity is very cautious about what negative news gets out and those within the city are strapped with a very severe gag order……If your a local, well they simply love Phoenix as they have a Universal Basic Income, Health Care For All, Food Allocation Programs and Free College not to mention low rent and free solar energy for all……of course why would they say negative things about the city, they risk expulsion and having their words covered up by the great Mr. Phoenix. Those that find themselves targeted by the Phoenix Five well life is not all that long and cheery as it will simply end in death and public shame for all those involved. Publicly shamed and painted a criminal through the media, dragged through the city in chains and given a VERY public trial to further discredit them.
Tourists seem to never see the dark side of the Southwest Trinity and unless they are within the city for nefarious purposes, they ride out their visa’s and may never see the evils of the Phoenix Five. Though they will surly now about the ongoing criminal trial and the good that the Justice Department is doing in keeping the peace. Those that go to Phoenix for nefarious reasons well they may enter the city, pay the toll to the cities corrupt and than…..find themselves on the wrong end of revolver, or digging their own grave, basically “You may enter, but you will never leave”
Now I can report that Dr. Hope does have a good side like many within politics do. This man does stand for civil rights for the people, he fights for income equality, and for racial equality unless your an elf…than your already dead. He fights for freedom of religion unless it’s the Neon Church, he actively fights to keep them out of Phoenix and has upheld legislation that bans and outlaws the Digital Church from within Phoenix and sits on a council that works to actively rout them out of the Southwest Trinity and has made being a member of this religious origination a capital crime. Though if you belong to a real Church, Temple, Synagogue, Mosque you are fine, follow the Neon Church and well you are the lowest form of life and worthy of being electrocuted to death…..for a practising Jew to persecute and prosecute people over religion is a bit hypocritical I must say.
This man is a true hypocrisy on one side he is fighting for equal rights and to promote a Democratic Socialist Government yet on the other hand he is directly working to undermine the freedom of those within Phoenix through his criminal actions within the Phoenix Five, he claims to be for law and order yet he is works to undermine that same law and order on a daily basis and he ships criminals off to be executed and yet his hands aren’t free of blood either. So as much as I try to find redeeming qualities of this runner I can’t seem to find any that don’t conflict and for ever good deed there are a hundred bad deeds within his resume.
I guess this line of thinking comes from his nearly immortal status and being well over two hundred years old and part of an elite class of Americans. He didn’t start off this way though and from what we are allowed to know about Dr. Hope and what we can uncover from his publicly released military records……thank you Senator Maximilian Yates for that, is that he was born on July 4th 1776 within Albany New York and would now officially usurp Wilhuff and Dover Palpatine as the eldest of the Federal Immortality Project of 1850. Dr. Hope would volunteer for the injection at the ripe old age of 74 and yes some did live that old or older back than…..rare but it happened, he would already have a storied career within the US Military by the time of his injection and he would serve on the New York Volunteer Cavalry Unit when he put the uniform on at the age of 13 and well he would serve within the same unit till it would become the 1st New York Cavalry Unit through the Civil War till it mustered out in 1865.
He would never become as famous as the Pale Rider nor the Invincible One, though he would still make a name for himself during the War of 1812 and Civil War. Dr. Hope would graduate from West Point Academy in 1810 and quickly rise through the ranks as one of the most successful officers during the westward expansion; though for this New Yorker it wouldn’t be his brutality that would make him famous, but his compassion and willingness to overlook direct orders and well ignore the “Red Man Threat”. He like the Pale Rider, Pickles, and Captain where more than willing to work with the Native Americans and thus allow for peace between the settlers and the tribes……for a simple man from New York this seemed to be very liberal and a very risky move seeing the rest of the US Military was very “Shoot First”
His records indicate that he even warned General Custer to withdraw from the peaceful gathering at the Battle Of Little Big Horn …..or Custer’s Last Stand. Then General Hope stated that in his opinion if Custer lead the charge towards the Natives at that day and disrupted their sacred dance……”The Great Ghost Dance” it would end up costing the American’s greatly in the end…….he pleaded with Custer to put his racism aside and attempt to negotiate and work with the Natives, well when the two generals parted ways it would be the last time anyone ever saw General Custer and his men again and all General Hope could do was face palm and shack his head in disbelief…..you would think that Custer would accept the wisdom from a man that was about to celebrate his 100th birthday and had served in the military since 1789, well history shows that those words were not headed and come August 2018 America would feel the wrath of the Natives when they did complete the Ghost Dance a second time…….maybe peace June 25th 1876 would have altered the eventual outcome.
It seems that these old FIP where very connected to the Native people and aspired for peace over violence, equality over bigotry and abhorred racism of any kind…..well that’s till the Elves emerged on the scene. Dr. Hope is fluent in multiple tribal languages and would become one of the US Military’s top translators and academics of Native History and Traditions; even being called The One who flies with Owl, or simply blessed by Owl and would tattoo the raven onto his back as well his tribal name “Wise Owl” within the language of the Cherokee. It is said that during the Trail of Tears, General Hope would attack the military march in attempts to frighten the Americans and allow for the natives to free themselves…….well we all know that it didn’t work and it seemed Tetris here would begin his life of crime far earlier than we originally thought, I wonder how many US Solders he murdered during his raids?
Well whatever the total was it was enough to keep him in the good graces of the Cherokee as he aided in the escape and rescue of many members of the tribe and lead them to a safe location……I ask again seeing we know this, why haven’t they arrested and hanged General Hope yet for murder and treason? When he wasn’t fighting on behalf of the US Military he was leading outlaw gangs through the Old West to terrorise the European and free the Native from the oppression, he would be welcomed by the tribe and eventually marry one of the chiefs daughters and fully begin his double life……He would also help escaped slaves cross the plains and make their way to California, this man reports he gunned down over seventy Slave Hunters to an early grave and would raid Slave Patrols camps with his Cherokee brothers and well give them a fate worse than death……..it would involve honey, milk and being buried up to their neck in the ground; Use your imagination and I will leave it at that. They would also torch the camps, scalp the men, string them up, gun them down or drag them feet first by the back of their horses……yup General Hope was a good man, nope he was a murderer and forgotten by history and ignored by the same people he butchered.
I guess if you are a legendary General and your sharp mind and quick wit can be all thats needed to change the outcome of a battle, than you are overlooked…..or it’s simply that he sided with a class of people that would be ignored and forgotten allowing him to be the harbinger of death and swoop in silently and bring forth the end like his totem spirit states. Forgive me if I am not sympathetic to his pleas and complaints about mistreatment during the 1900’s and early 2000’s seeing he carved for himself a bloody legacy during the 1800’s and hell even during the late 1700’s. So honestly everything he was put through is simply karma coming back to bite him in the ass!!
Like many within the FIP he would be stripped of his commission come 1900 and thrust back into obscurity, well for the man that would create the Overwatch tactic of laying cover for another squad advancing….this would allow the Wise Owl to slip into the shadows ad continue his war against the US Government and become someone that deserves everything that would happen to him, hell all the FIP deserved what happened to them…..they signed up, they fought for their country, and they should have died for their country; now they whine about mistreatment, abuse, and neglect…….they are simply privileged old white men that have outlived their usefulness and now try to cling onto whatever they can; get over yourselves, your time is past and now it’s the age of the young and we don’t give a damn about your endless wars, your politics and your bloody ways. We want you FIP to stand trial for the crimes you committed, we want you FIP to lay down your weapons and end this Revolution and we want the FIP to retire and allow for non dementia ridden minds to step up and take the reigns of leadership.
Sorry about that rant, it’s people like Tetris here that drive me crazy, they have been given a chance that many would dream for and yet they toss it back in everyone’s face and become rebels, criminals and mercenaries. They undermine every agency they work within and simply put this bastard is just the third to be exposed of the Phoenix Five but that doesn’t mean he is not connected within the rebel underground and working alongside the likes of the Horsemen, Presidents Men, Storm Riders and Jamestowns……yes this piece of trash is a Storm Rider and fought to bring down Denver, he fought alongside the Texas Rebels in 2019 with the Cherokee Outcasts and he works within the Jamestown Family as one of their Handlers; to think what he must have had to do to become one of their top agents.
Well……………………………………………………………………….BLACK DEATH activated>>>>>>>>>>>>>.
Apparent Age: 65+
Archetype: Cybered Gunslinger Adept Circle: Unknown (Kiss Your Ass Goodbye)
Preferred Weapon: Jamestown Classic
Bio: His name is Pickles and this man is no joking matter, Dr. Kennith from Phoenix is one of the dreaded Phoenix Five and only the second to be exposed on this forum. This man holds multiple doctoral degrees in various subjects from political science to the hard sciences of physics, don’t forget that he as well has his hands within the cities Chamber of Commerce and basically runs it’s main street with an iron fist. Union here is the cities go to man when it comes to its commerce and is one of the main reasons the major corporations cant gain a foothold within Phoenix. Now there is one more aspect to this bastards legacy, he is the duly elected Deputy Mayor of the sovereign city of Phoenix and works directly alongside Mayor Adolf Gunner and has a deep partnership with Mayor Nero Caprio of Santa Fe thus proving the partnership between Phoenix and Santa Fe.
Pickles here originally hails from the Hudson Valley of New York and was born into wealth and opulence only to walk away from his privileged lifestyle to enter the US Military and become yet another to fall victim to the Federal Immortality Project; this is were he would meet Nero Caprio and the Santa Fe Ring, and well for Pickles this meeting would forge the foundation of the rest of his career within the military and eventually lead him out west to work alongside the Santa Fe Ring and eventually migrate over to Phoenix to work alongside the Outlaws Five and eventually found the Phoenix Five.
When asked why he would leave the security of the Hudson Valley and enter the military, Dr. Kennith would state that he felt it was his duty and he wanted to follow within his fathers footsteps and in reality he wouldn’t have much of a choice seeing he and his family had been abducted by the US Government and held hostage within a government compound in Delaware. He states that yes he would have preferred to return to New York and continue on as the son of privilege but that was not who his father was nor who he was. Pickles would escape from the compound shortly before his mother and sister where murdered and left with no other option he would sign on the dotted line and join the 3rd New Jersey Cavalry division in 1900. He felt that it was both a civic duty and also a way to keep himself alive, seeing the government couldn’t murder him if he worked for them; also he figured this would be the only way he would ever see his own father again……..well sadly for Dr. Kennith he was wrong on many accounts.
His time within the US Army would last a very long one hundred and five years and would end when he would become severely injured within Afghanistan on September 11th 2005 when the transports he was guarding would be attacked by Islamic Terrorists and after countless hours of battle his unit would become victories and fend off the terrorists but it would come at a great cost to the American and NATO forces and do to heavy shrapnel damage to Pickles knee and lower leg he would be forced into retirement. Now for an FIP solider retirement was a fate worse than death, but for this multi time wounded veteran of countless wars he would not accept retirement and do to his connections with Colonel Caprio he would pack his bags and move west……This would become yet another new beginning for Union Kennith; oh Kennith is an assumed surname.
Pickles here would begin his time within the Santa Fe Ring officially on May 15th 2006 and move over to Arizona just after the Texas Uprising of 2019 where he would partner up with the Outlaws Five, and branch off to form the Phoenix Five on November 26th 2025. This man is well trained in military science and combat and has seen his fair share of wars from the Great War, Second World War, Korea and Vietnam and basically every other conflict America engaged within till his retirement in 2005. The list of injuries and heroic actions that Pickles suffered and engaged in is countless and being FIP he was never properly compensated for them, though according to Pickles he was simply glad to be alive and as well glad to be giving the US Government the middle finger.
His time in the military was not one of ease, he was forced into the special forces divisions and would become one of the most successful Green Berets of all time leading a dreaded black operations team known as Rainbow Six that would go on to become a widely popular video game series….according to Pickles there is very little similarities between the game and the real team, though he does remark the violence and stealth aspects do mimic real life somewhat. Pickles would as well be cross trained as a Navy Seal and work within the most feared team to date Seal Team Six…….Pickles is known for the motto “Death from Above” as he and his men would rain death from the skies above as they parachuted into hostile locations.
This man is as well highly trained in hand to hand combat and skilled in the arts of Brazilian Jujitsu, Krav Maga, Wing Chun, and Muay-Thai to save a few others he knows and wont comment on. His record shows that he worked alongside the Mossad and MI6 hunting down Nazis and other threats to international security during his days in the military and he would become one of the worlds most famous special forces commanders when he was showcased on multiple military crime drama shows and the Oscar Award winning movie “UNION” this man might have been on his own countries kill list and someone they would deploy endlessly with suicide mission after suicide mission and yet he would return successful each and every time.
So for Union Kennith war and battle would become simply a fact of life, bloodshed and gore would become the products of his lullabies and the aftermath nothing more than simply waking up in the morning. This man would be used and abused by the government that wished him dead and yet couldn’t find a way to kill him, this solider would survive and become a legend in his own right. Pickles would have to suffer missions and operations that where destined to kill him and his team, yet he wold come back alive and successful much to the disdain of his superiors who simply wished to have him dead and forgotten.
Union would follow directly in the mantle of the Pale Rider and become bigger than the government ever predicted and would become a thorn within their side for ages and just like the Pale Rider and the Indestructible One he would become an idol of those within the military to look up to, they would here the exploits and long to mimic these heroes of the military. This would anger the government that wished these men where simply forgotten, but yet somehow these FIP would beat the odds and survive, they would become legends and their tales would expand beyond the bases and academies of the military; as the popular culture would expand on their exploits and names bringing the three directly into the living rooms of the average civilian thus forcing the military to accept that they have given their slave masters a black eye.
Union would go on further to stick it to the US Military when he would become a US Army Ranger instructor from 1980 -1990 as he trained both Marine and Solider alike in the art of sniping, hunting, tracking and airborne techniques. Union’s reputation within the hallowed halls of the Ranger school would live long after he was once again deployed back to the front and nearly a century later instructors are still teaching recruits the Union Method and showing his welcome video during the first official days of training.
Now back to his retirement and days within the Santa Fe Ring, well not long after he was forced out of the FIP, Union would find himself out west and facing serious threats to his life. The government was not to thrilled that there victim had become a legend and survived countless suicide missions, they wanted Union dead and would send agents after him and force this once nobleman to become a hunter of hunters and hence would begin the dark days of Pickles life. He would be forced to take up arms against those that he once served alongside and lets just say the Santa Fe Ring would be glad to aid Union in his defence, he would go from solider to outlaw in a blink, with his iron on his hip and a serious chip on his shoulder Pickles would send many to Boot Hill as he proved that it’s “Be Quick or Be Dead” and the now UCAS government would learn a valuable lesson that to mess with a legendary special forces soldier would not be an easy target. They had spent over a century training and brutalising this man, breaking him down to rebuild him and destroying his conscience and replacing it with a killer instinct.
Pickles would simply work alongside the Ring and handle the problems Nero was dealing with and forming kinship’s with the Outlaws Five and Phoenix Elite…..this man would be very active during the Texas Uprising and command a unit of the Santa Fe Elite as they pinned down the Native Forces allowing the Texas Rebels a chance to regroup and forge a counter attack. Pickles might have had zero issues with the natives as he was married to a Sioux/Apache women and was a trained Apache Blackfoot warrior. Though he understood the difference between respect and slavery and what the Natives where attempting was paramount to slavery and genocide……for a veteran of the Second World War this was never going to happen on his watch.
If it wasn’t for the actions of both Santa Fe and Phoenix Texas would have completely fallen to the NAN and for that he would be rewarded with the Star of Texas of Heroism for his bravery during the brutal engagement. Though for Pickles the Battle For Texas would leave him a changed man and forever scare him, far worse than anything the military had done to him in the past. Chemical warfare, the sheer brutality and disregard for the articles of warfare would be scarred into his mind and bones, he would vow to forever stand as a Watchdog for Tyranny and begin to work directly alongside the Apache Renegades to restore order within the troubled region. As a member of both the Ring and Outlaws Five he would have free reign throughout the South West and this would allow him to once again become a legend.
Pickles would become the man that would be know for aggressive negotiations and someone that would not tolerate any breach of conduct that Santa Fe or Phoenix held dear, he would butcher those that stood in his way and he would ride in with his pose, unleash a hail of bullets and leave countless dead, torch homes, camps, and storefronts of those that where standing in the way of progress and simply drag elves, and others out to be lynched……yes this man would become a true nightmare to anyone that would stand in the way of both Santa Fe and Phoenix and yes Texas.
The more he killed, the more he butchered in a Old West Style the more he would become beloved by those within the Southwest and the the more hated he would become by those that wanted peace or simply felt the war in the Southwest was an act of terror. Though for the Apache Renegades, Sioux Wildcats and Cherokee Outcasts this man was a true hero and welcomed for he was fighting for the same thing they desired…..the destruction of their corrupt Tribal Tribune that was in lockstep with the UCAS and Edward Davis of the CSA.
By the time Union would enter the political arena he was already wading through rivers of blood and had become the man that Phoenix needed to stand alongside long time Mayor Adolf Gunner. The Outlaws Five were keeping the Southwest in check, The Ring was holding the enemy Native forces and both UCAS and CSA military’s at bay as the Phoenix Guard where holding down the advancing CFS anarchists and warlords keeping them locked at the boarder. War was all over the southwest, though the media was ignoring the conflicts and simply speaking about the actions of a few of the men, either to vilify them or turn them into hero’s, well for Pickles he could care less and any publicity is good publicity and as he would become known as the Watchtower, or the Final Word. He knew the UCAS government was cringing and he was again giving them the middle finger.
Union would become Adolf’s pick for Deputy Mayor after he nearly beet him during the primaries and once the two gunfighters and political masterminds joined forces they would be unstoppable. The people of Phoenix would vote them into office in a direct landslide election, their was no doubt as to who the clear winner was and for the UCAS they would loose there shit knowing that Pickles was now within politics and had become untouchable……he had beat them and had become to big to destroy, Union would not give up his violent ways though and with the blessing of the Outlaws Five Founder Adolf and the leader Jamie he would be allowed to forge his own unit called the Phoenix Five that would act as the enforcers of the Sovereign City of Phoenix and quick response unit for situations that would arise within Arizona.
We are still learning about the Phoenix Five but if they are anything like the Outlaws Five or the Santa Fe Ring than they can’t be any good yet the people love them and at the same time nobody speak ill of any of Phoenix’s elite Paramilitary Units or Desperado Gangs. Once we have more information it will be made available to the people, just understand that Pickles is very dangerous, he will not think twice about filling a target full of lead, burning them out of a building, stringing them up or taking them out for a long walk in the desert. Pickles might seem to be a man of integrity…..he’s not, he is killer in an expensive suit and has a short fuse and itchy trigger finger, so best to avoid this Outlaw turned Politician at all costs, if you ever needed an excuse to avoid the Southwest Trinity of Cities than Deputy Mayor Kennith is all the excuse one needs and remember he is connected to both the Ring and Vegas Guard so don’t think that avoiding Phoenix avoids Pickles; also he is deeply connected to the Apache, Navajo, Cherokee, and Sioux within the region so even being outside of the Sovereign Trinity won’t save your ass either…….So simply avoid the Southwest if you want to continue breathing.
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