Wreckers – Page 7

Garfield O’Hair (Muggsy)

April 13, 2016 by admin Leave a Comment

Membership: Freelance

Race: Human

Height: 5’6

Weight: 145

Apparent Age: 60

Archetype: Assassin

Preferred Weapon: Modified Colt Manhunter

Runner Song:

Bio: It seems when it rains it pours, once the door was opened about the Presidents Men it opened the floodgates about the the men who once served inside this secret order. While most of these men where dealt with by the incoming new government and sent to their well deserving graves, a handful of these men survived the purge and slipped into the shadows where they would vanish. Though they might have faded away from the minds eye, but they never truly left the scene and never fully retired from the cold blooded world of murder for hire. Muggsy is one of these men, he was once a government assassin that worked deep within the catacombs of the federal district and removed the threats to national security and as well any political opponent of the current President that would risk ruining the reputation of the highest station in the land. Muggsy has hundreds of murders under his belt and is currently still in operation, his handy work can be traced back to many high profile assassinations, and many important people now lie dead do to the work of Muggsy. Muggsy is not one of those assassins, that has some special brand of kill and he really has no specific signature on file, Muggsy is completely old school and prefers to take his kills execution style and in person. This reason alone is why many of Muggsys murders go unsolved or are confused with any other generic crime scene performed by a professional hitman.

For Muggsy this lifestyle was thrown into his lap as a teenager, he was lured into a life of crime with the promises of riches, power and respect. While most of the youngsters in his down town Detroit neighbourhood where becoming gangbangers to survive and earn the respect of the streets, Muggsy was resistant to joining a local street gang and becoming just another thug. He preferred the professional image of the gangster over the street colours of the common thug, though this didn’t mean that he didn’t commit his fair share of criminal activity and was in and out of Juvenal Hall throughout his teen years. During this time is when Muggsy would come in contact with his first legitimate gangster and do to his clinically sociopathic nature it wasn’t long before this older gangster would see the potential in the young Muggsy and offer him his first chance to make a name for himself within the real criminal syndicate. At the young age of sixteen Garfield was given his first throw away pistol and his first target to murder, according to the surviving records Muggsy’s first murder was a middle aged working man that owned and operated a local watering hall that was favoured by the typical street roughens. Muggsy would just copy the typical professional hit styling that he saw on the television and movies, he dragged the poor man into the ally forced him onto his knees and put two rounds into the base of the man’s skull. Muggsy then wiped the weapon clean and tossed it to the ground beside the victim. This was his first murder and sadly Muggsy got away with it do to lack of physical evidence and zero witnesses to the killing. The police reports indicate that he was a suspect, but they had nothing to hold him on and he gave them nothing during the interrogation. Once Muggsy successfully performed his first murder for hire in record time, he would become the killer of choice for the local gangsters trying to reclaim the neighbourhood from the local street gangs. Muggsy would hang up his casual attire, and begin dressing in the attire of a professional gangster of old and slip into the shadows leaving his old life behind forever.

Garfield’s family had already disowned their disturbed son and tossed him aside do to his violent and criminal nature bringing shame to the family. He was raised in a very old fashioned Irish Catholic home, Muggsy was the only member of this family that wasn’t God fearing and could really care less about the traditions and commandments of the church. So it wasn’t a surprise when we learned that his father tossed him out after his first run in with the police, and for Muggsy it was a blessing in disguise. From the reports on file when he was locked up, Muggsy reported that his parents abused him physically and tried to correct his negative behaviour with further beatings. they tried to beat the religion into him and turn him into the proper Catholic that they thought he should be. They had already determined that he was to be a priest and where forcing the respect into Muggsy. Though for Garfield, this was not part of his plan, he hated the church and he questioned the existence of God thus further angering his parents. Muggsy would receive beatings for his disrespect and his blasphemous thoughts. The counselors that would speak with Muggsy didn’t believe the rantings of a teenage criminal over the claims of his parents. Seeing that Muggsy’s folks where pillars of the community and loved by everyone, and Garfield was the only child of six to act out in a negative way. It wasn’t till Muggsys last run through the correctional system for armed robbery, that a counselor actually believed his claims of abuse. Though by this point is was to late and the damage had already been done, Muggsy was to far gone and the legend was about to be born. I am not saying that the abuse Muggsy suffered is an excuse for his criminal behaviour, but it definitely didn’t help his development.

It was discovered that Muggsy suffered severe abuse at the hands of his father for his negative behaviour, and according to the reports these wounds where ignored or overlooked during his intake process do to Muggsy’s violent nature. It was just assumed that he had been involved in a scuffle or two prior to being arrested. Though the most damning evidence of abuse was the damage to his genitals, it seems that his father in an effort to stifle his son’s desires would take a hammer to his neither region causing severe damage and eventually sterilizing his own child and causing irreversible damage to the region. This new found evidence would cause the city to act on behalf of Garfield and arrest his father for the abuse, and at the same time give his defence attorney a viable excuse for his crimes. Muggsy would be found not guilty, and released from the corrections department and straight into the hands of the criminal syndicate that would create the killer we know today. His father would be convicted and sent to prison for the abuse to Muggsy and his siblings, while his mother would silently sit by and enforce her husbands wishes like a good Catholic wife.

With no family and no real guidance, Muggsy would have to survive by his wits alone, he would become one of the youngest hitmen for the local families and soon Muggsy would go from being poor and disrespected to living in a exclusive neighbourhood for the wealthy, earning the respect of men three times his age and wearing clothing that would take his father six months to purchase just one suit. Muggsy was living the life and the only cost was his mortal soul, and the lives of those who would fall victim to Muggsy. During this time whenever another body would surface, the police would focus their attention onto Muggsy as a suspect, seeing that this young man was living far above his means and his prior convictions and violent nature would make him a prime suspect. Though sadly for the police, this killer was far smarter then they were and would be able to skate many investigations and even be able to stump a sting operation set specifically to bring down the Motor Cities number one hitman. It would be during his time as murderer for hire that he would garner the attention of government, and this killer would go from being a number one suspect in countless professional hits to becoming a ghost and government assassin.

Muggsy would jump at the chance to further his career and increase his bank account with ill gotten funds, for this killer it was only ever about the money and nothing else. He would eventually change his tune and become very patriotic and eventually a true nationalist, though it would take many years of working for the government before he would change his tune. Though during this time the records of Muggsys work is highly classified and even the new government of the United Canadian American States would keep these records sealed and eventually destroyed. According to a former FBI agent, who remains anonymous was ordered to destroy all the records of the Presidents Men shortly after the failed purging of the order. It was this whistle blower’s information that would eventually allow for us to learn about this secret government order. He would also bring to light the fact that the current UCAS has done away with any order like this and doesn’t condone the actions of the Old America and there blatant disregard for law and order. Though if you are to believe that, I have a nice bridge in New York that I can sell you as well though I do believe that the records of the Presidents Men have been destroyed and the UCAS is trying to erase them from existence. Seeing that of an order that once held close to one hundred assassins, is now down to a small handful that survived the purge, this is verifiable do to burial records, autopsy reports, and DNA verification of the victims. The biggest issue is some of the most successful and dangerous of this order survived the purge and have been recruiting and training a new line of men to fill the roster of the Presidents Men. One of those such men is Muggsy himself, he is a product of his environment and has been trained by the best in the business, this killer would go on to become one of the most successful of this order and one of the most feared by anyone who might still remain on there list.

The Presidents Men might have been officially closed down and it’s members arrested, executed or just simply missing but for the ones that survived their work never ended. They went from serving the most powerful man in the nation to directly protecting the interests of the Old America, they would continue to remove the targets from there list of threats, though do to there numbers being drastically reduced these targets would be given a reprieve and their deaths would be a long time in the making. These men would have to work swiftly and silently in order to keep killing as well they would be seeking out qualified candidates to replace those that had fallen during the take over. Muggsy like the others would seek out subjects to be his apprentice and one such candidate would be lucky enough to be recruited by Muggsy and trained by both him and the Director this man will be come to be known as Phobia. The biggest reason we believe Phobia was trained by both men, is that he seems to have multiple signatures and is known to use Muggsy’s quarter trick the whole “Call someone who cares.” aspect of his hits. This is not a truly unique signature and has been seen throughout the early part of the twenty first and twentieth centuries, by a handful of professional hitman. Though do to Phobias multiple signatures it seems likely that he was trained by both the Director and Muggsy.

We are currently within the dawn of a new age and our own survival is hanging in jeopardy, the clash between Old America and new America is coming to a close. We have a presidential election this year that is between two men that hold very different values, these men both represent one side of the this war and with the people standing behind Kingsbury and not Johnson it seems that the days of New America will be fading away and the reign of Old America will be firmly in planted and we will be left to suffer under the anachronistic ways of a dying breed. With Muggsy still on the loose, this means this is yet another one of these Presidents Men that is still in operation meaning that this order is preparing for something and they might be getting ready to make there big revel once Lyndon is sworn in as the President of the United States. So when it comes to Muggsy be very cautious, he is a certified sociopath and doesn’t play by the same rules we all hold dear. This man has been hunting his prey ever since the purge and he hasn’t stopped, the government won’t lift a finger to stop him and police are powerless to capture this hardened killer, who is far more prepared and intelligent then given credit. Muggsy has been trained in forensics and has been highly educated by the old regime, he has zero fear and will strike targets in broad daylight. Muggsy has even walked directly into a police station and murdered a suspect that was in a holding cell and walked out with zero witnesses, this means that even the police are to afraid to speak out against the ghost known as Muggsy.

This man is a true ghost so it is recommended that caution is to be used when dealing with him, if any of my readers actually come into contact with Muggsy are to remain calm and be fully respectful seeing as according to records available if you actually see Muggsy death might not be on the menu that evening. Though this is just a speculation and can not be fully verified so again just be cautious, for Muggsy is one thing but predictable. He is not a wild card and he doesn’t seem to have a real temper issue, so there is now way to know if he is there for the kill or to socialize. So it’s best to just stay clear, Muggsy is one that is known to take care of loose ends and social visit could lead to a return visit as he takes care of any loose end. Muggsy has been working against the UCAS for some time now and he will not cease his killings as they are all he knows anymore. Muggsy is cold, calculating and well prepared, this man will strike his target when they least expect it and he is available for hire. Though anyone brave enough to seek out Muggsy, best have a decent life insurance policy and the stones to back everything up because Muggsy is not cheap, and he might just consider his employer a loose end if they seem at all week in the knees. Muggsy will kill his employer to keep himself out of the noose and he has been known to murder any witnesses that dare to come forward, sinking any prosecutors case against him long before it goes to court remember this people. Muggsy is a professional hitman that became a top secret government assassin and is now working within the world of the runners, he has nothing to loose and everything to gain. Muggsy will do anything to keep himself out of prison and off of death row, this does mean that he will not think twice about murdering employers and witnesses as well as any investigator unlucky enough to land a Muggsy case and stupid enough to pursue it.

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Saul Harvard (Phobia)

March 12, 2016 by admin Leave a Comment

Membership: Freelance

Race: Human

Height: 6’0

Weight: 200

Apparent Age: 65

Archetype: Cybered Adept: Circle Unknown

Preferred Weapon: DAOD Crossbow (Modified)

Runner Song:

Bio: Well his name means fear and this is exactly what Phobia is all about he is the total package when it comes to being a hunter, stalker and killer trained by one of the best ghosts in the trade Phobia has truly maintained his status of being a true legend of fear. Phobia has managed to keep his records secured and his activities are mostly speculation and rumour, though what we do know is even the mention of his name can send chills through many who could one day be a victim. The only known factor is that Phobia can make even the most sublime target famous, just by making them a victim and sending the poor soul to an early grave, this man is considered the grim reaper and he chooses the manner and time of someone’s death. Where Phobia came from is unknown and his past has been all but erased do to government cover up and the crash of the information super highway, this has allowed Phobia to remain a ghost and slowly pick off his targets one by one almost unnoticed. If it wan’t for his signature weapon and style of murder, his killings could be ruled circumstantial and accredited to any other assassin that stalks the cold dark night.

Phobia initially emerged on the scene some time around the early 2010’s and back then he wasn’t as careful as he is today and he was still developing his signature and styling, so I was to gather some information through old coroners reports and police records that survived the crash and compare them to the current reports of Phobia and verify that this man has been in operation for almost sixty years and he doesn’t seem to be slowing down any time soon. Phobia is a consonant professional and one of the nations best killers for hire, once employed he will not rest till his target is rendered deceased, though till then he uses his special training to strike terror into the heart of his victim. According to the legend, Phobia enjoys hearing the screams and cries of his target and exploiting the mistakes made by a subject overwhelmed with mind shattering fear. A vast majority of times he would never actually have to lift a finger to bring down his victim and their own body would do it for him, many of Phobia’s victims would perish from a self induced heart attack brought on by overwhelming panic. He actually uses fear to kill his targets and walk away clean, and this is one of the reasons we can’t get an actual account of the true number of victims Phobia has brought down, since death through a cardiac event is normally ruled as natural causes and not a homicide. What we have to do is look deeper into the victim and the police reports on the investigation to determine if it was a natural heart attack or one brought on by over taxing the body and sending them into a fear related cardiac event.

Though this is not the only way this man kills and he is quite skilled in many different forms of combat and he will use many of the different tools of the trade to take a kill if he doesn’t want to wait for nature to take it’s course. Though he does have a few signature weapons and these are as well a path to determining a true Phobia kill versus a copycat killing. Though I suspect after this article is published local law enforcement will be inundated with multiple murders all pointing to the legendary Phobia, thus creating a further panic and exasperating the legend further. Though this article is needed to bring the truth to the people about Phobia and the most dangerous thing to do is to ignore and forget about a killer that lurks within the shadows, remorselessly hunting and killing those he deems unworthy. According to the legend Phobia looks down upon us as nothing more than insects crawling on the planets surface and he is the exterminator, removing the stain and taint of our corrupted existence.

Well back to Phobia and his signature killings, this man has a few preferred forms of killing that are all nearly untraceable and highly lethal. This seems to be a trend with these Architects as they pray on the fears of the unknown and for Phobia this is his forte. One of his most dangerous attacks comes from the dreaded crossbow he slings, this comes from the personally modified crossbow bolts that one would assume inject a lethal toxin and game over. Well that would be half right, the bolt itself does inject a lethal substance into the target, but its not a poison. This bolt is made of an obsidian glass shaft with a diamond coated barbed tip that tears into the target and tears through armour, flesh and bone. Though that is not the biggest issue either, yes the bolt itself is quite lethal and can do some serious damage, though it’s the demon hiding within the shaft that is the problem. First once the tip of the bolt pierces the target and begins it’s decent into the body it breaks away from the shaft as the barbs grab hold of the bone and soft tissue, thus causing the shaft to shatter inside the target. Once the shaft of the bolt shatters, it deposits a lethal amount of powdered glass directly into the blood stream of the target thus causing tearing and irreversible damage to the body and making both medical and magical healing an impossibility without a large scale hospital and a team of well trained surgeons at hand. In the field the target will have only a few minutes at best before the shattered obsidian and powdered glass shred the heart, lungs and brain and bring about death. This highly specialised ammunition is only part of Phobias arsenal, but is one of the reasons he is so feared, seeing that even a non lethal shot can bring about very painful death. This might seem very similar to the specialised form ammunition used by the Director, and you would be correct seeing as that Phobia was personally trained by him. Though the crossbow is not the only signature that Phobia uses, he as well is highly skilled with a blade and this is where those pesky toxins come to play. He uses a highly addictive substance that is as well a severe hallucinogenic as his primary way to help bring down the target and as well induce those terror inducing thoughts into his subject. They already know that someone is trying to kill them and even after medical treatment is received the toxins will continue to work there course and cause terror inducing hallucinations that continue to traumatize the subject for many hours while permanently damaging the brains cognitive functions, as well as happening the subjects very will. The subject will normally pass away from fear and suffer a massive cardiac event long before Phobia actually returns to finish the job, though for those that are sturdy and have a strong resolve the torment will continue as the withdrawals grab hold and send the victim into a series of violent and traumatic hallucinations causing paranoia to grab hold and allow for Phobia to strike at a confused and frightened target.

This single strike from Phobia’s blade can cause a victim to suffer for many nights before he returns to finish the job and bring the sweet embrace of death to the suffering victim. Though this is just one of his many ways to terrorize the subject and break down their very will to live, this man doesn’t use the normal tactic of targeting the family and friends. He will only focus on the target and the spend his energy in making sure, the victim suffers prior to death. Phobia’s targets always perish and most are never ruled murder, and hence they never see justice seeing that a single nick from his knife is all that is needed to start the psychotic break and causing the victim to retreat from the world around them as they dive deeper into the madness network of their own mind. Separating themselves from their loved ones and friends, and opening themselves up to there final destination at Phobias hand. When he comes back to take the final kill, it is always highly calculated and prepared, he is cautious and premeditated the victim will almost always perish in some unusual manner. Victims have been found floating in there pools, stuffed in clothing dryers, hanging from rafters, mutilated beyond recognition from self inflicted wounds, and the weirdest of all is the victims that stuffed their own heads into there auto cooker system. This is just a small listing of the manners of death of some of his victims, that survived the initial slice of his blade comparing the police records of the many victims proves that Phobia was behind these killings just zero physical evidence to put him at the scene and connect him directly to each and every murder.

Thus the final aspect that makes this man a true cold blooded killer, is that he has acted as a hit man on a number of occasions. Phobia will use the tactic of the broad daylight public killing, were he will rely on the citizens fear of self preservation to fog their very mind. He will use a small calibre untraceable firearm normally covered by a newspaper or jacket, that he will simply wipe down and toss to the side of the victim after putting a single round into there head. Phobia will then use a old world quarter and place it into the would between the victims eyes, using there own limp hand to put it in place thus leaving zero fingerprint evidence behind. This one piece of evidence is the only physical connection left behind by Phobia and still the police have no way to truly connect him to a single murder, everything is just circumstantial. The reason behind the quarter is simple, “Call someone who cares.” back before the great crash, there were payphones that would use those old world coins to place telephone calls. We still have payphones today but they are all equipped with credit readers and not coin operated anymore, thus proving that Phobia is from the old world and older then we actually think. Phobia is a true professional assassin by trade and it is no wonder he attracted the attention of the Director and the Post Office, thus bringing this killer directly into their fold and making Phobia the legend he has become.

Lucky for most of my readers they will never have to deal with this man, seeing that he targets only those directly connected to the UCAS and fighting on behalf of the government. He has been well trained like Frostbite for a specific reason and some deadly goal, and one can only assume it is to ring forth the triumphant return of the Presidents Men and it seems the Architects will replace this now defunct and nearly extinct unit. Phobia the heartless killer is the perfect fit for this unit of assassins and if the goal of there return is at hand, then we will have a serious issue in the coming days. Since this unit is the last bastion of the Old America and proof that sometimes the old is not always good seeing that they were an elite unit of ghosts that served the nation and removed anyone that was considered a threat to national security. These men would murder anyone the President would wish removed and even strike down the President if he was deemed unworthy of the post, framing an innocent citizen of the crime thus keeping the identity of the unit a secret. When the United Canadian American States came to be the first thing they did was attempt to remove this illegally operating assassins from the record and destroy any trace of the fabled Presidents Men. It seems that some survived the purge and have been quietly and secretly restoring the order with some of the nations most deadly and dangerous killers, that all hold a serious grudge against the UCAS for unfounded reasons.

Why Phobia was targeted for recruitment and training is unknown, but one can assume that it is do to his callous and calculating nature His blatant disregard for human life and some deep seated hatred that he harbours towards the new government. Though unlike many of his peers, we have no idea what his situation is and why he holds the current administration with discord. Though we do know that the Watcher and Director have been preparing for something, and it can only be the election of Lyndon Kingsbury and the return of the Presidents Men. If this were to happen, their is no saying what will be done and who would feel the wrath of these assassins and patriotic president that as well works within the shadow. We know that his running mate is the felon known as Enigma and as well a member of the Architects. So the stage is set and soon the United Canadian American States will be shrouded in the fear of the unknown, thus ringing in the dawn of a new age the age of Phobia.

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Joshua Beltrey (Dozer)

March 11, 2016 by admin Leave a Comment

Membership: Freelance

Race: Human

Height: 5’10

Weight: 175

Apparent Age: 55

Archetype: Demolitions Expert

Preferred Weapon: DAOD Assault Pistol

Runner Song:

Bio: Well after a serious amount of research, the death of multiple investigators and many tireless evenings poring over old documents, and nearly going blind while surfing through countless hours of old microfiche all I was able to conclude was that the Dozer is real. I was able to locate some photographs of the infamous assassin, and as well some old documents that must have been an old detectives case notes about this killer. Seeing that the either the data crash destroyed any trace of this man or the media is to scared to report anything about the Dozer. This man is a true master of his craft and has completely redefined the trade of demolitions with his unique techniques. Dozer’s skills are so terrifying that the UCAS Army Engineers Corps have dedicated decades of study in trying to protect against this man. Though all they have been able to accomplish is to make themselves even more venerable to the Dozer and others of his trade. This man has made a career out of blowing things up, and sending many innocents to a most certain grave. Dozer though has mastered this craft to point where he can create specific explosions to perform very specific tasks, his signature has left many experts in the field baffled and has sparked many a debate about the validity of it’s practice.

This man has figured out how to not only use plastic explosives as both a weapon he has also figured out how to do this without causing any actual property damage, yet killing an entire room of subjects. How he does this even baffles me, I have seen the crime scene photos and the carnage is real, and the only real damage to the property is at the epicentre of the explosion. Though even that was minimal at best, no the Dozer just sends a very brutal message and without bringing down a building, he leaves many to be left clueless of the attack. Though the sound of the explosion is a normal warning sign, then again this is Dozer it might just sound like a firecracker going off. Trying to figure out how he does this is going to be a debate for the ages, though he never has any survivors so it’s left only to the crime scene investigators to put the pieces of the puzzle back together.

To say Dozer is the king of the bomb, is to under credit the master himself with only a few in the craft that even come close to him he is truly the best of the best and he is without equal. Now there are those that are close to Dozer, but again the list is short, and they are all students of this man’s work people like Ticker, Polaris, Fallout and Kit Kat are all at the pinnacle of their game but still they all fall just short of the man known as Dozer. Where the Dozer came from is unknown, he just emerged on the scene one day just after the Tragedy of 2018 and hasn’t vanished since. He has just started bringing forth his brand of terror to those that serve the False Flag. He originally started off like just any other bomber and would go for the most collateral damage, though as the years progressed so did his craft and he would eventually refine it to the point where he can unleash a shape charge in a crowded room and only remove a single target. Though don’t think for a moment that he solely relies on the use of large explosives and nothing else, cause that is far from the case this man is as well a master weapon smith and has manufactured some very deadly devices that luckily are not on the open market. The one device he created is a pistol that deploys a burrowing kink bomb that once it is deployed it’s inner gyroscopes activate and send the diamond coated tip burrowing through armour and flesh until it latches on to a organ or bone. Once inside the body it activates and the timer kicks down, and lets say it makes a serious mess of the target. If they try to remove it before it fully burrows in the kill switch activates and boom. The other device he created is a very nefarious device that is only the size of an assault rifle, though it has an enlarged barrel. This weapon hurls plastic explosives coated in epoxy at his target, now we all know they need an electric shock to detonate. He solves this issue by having a small needle inside the shell that once deployed activates and sends a small charge into the plastic explosive causing an explosion. This weapon fires one kilo shaped charges at an alarming rate, thus making this weapon far more deadly then any other anti vehicle weapon. And the last nasty device that Dozer has in his arsenal is a combat dagger that can deploy a liquid explosive that is only dangerous once it enters the body. the liquid is launched into the subject where it combines and then boom. Turning a single target into nothing more then a piñata, and reigning blood and gore down on the unsuspecting crowd.

We know about these weapons from the many victims Dozer has taken with them and the many surveillance camera footages that have been entered into evidence. Though with a body count that trails all the way back to 2018 one would think it would easier to find any actual information about this man. It almost seems like the government is trying to erase the legend of the Dozer from history and remove this man from the memory of the nation. Though if this is their end game, they are missing one very important piece of information the Dozer is still alive and well. This means they are trying to erase and forget about a man that is still on the hunt and still trying to destroy them. The Dozer has dedicated his life to assaulting the UCAS and striking at the core of the nations government many times, this man has sent many to the grave and it seems like the UCAS is so scared to admit the Dozer is real that they are willing to risk their citizens lives instead of dealing with this killer. So their has to be something bigger going on, no government will deny the existence of a man that has become a serious thorn in their side. They would go full bore after him, and stop at nothing to bring down the problem child , look at what they are doing to bring down Bilbo and the Patriots yet nothing when it comes to Dozer.

I would think that this man was working with them, but that is obviously not the case, since he has never struck any other target but UCAS targets and only locations and people directly connected to the supposed False Flag. This man is the reason that Aries Arms was forced to close its doors in the Federal District, when he snuck into the corporate headquarters and deployed one of his packages during a shareholder meeting. He is the man that stormed the Pentagon in 2050 and destroyed the lower research levels. He is the same man that forced a member of the Joint Chiefs to consume one of his bricks of plastic explosives on a live video call to the president and have to shove detonation cord down his throat and self detonate himself live on camera. The Dozer is the man that has sent more then one President out of the White House a widower and childless, and has even recently hung President Johnson’s children with detonation cord and well KABOOM. He has struck the UCAS so many times throughout the years that I think they are almost numb to his work. It’s almost like being hunted by Splinter, it’s expected that someday Dozer will appear and if they are lucky he will kill them quickly, if they are unlucky they must suffer before death embraces them. Yes this man is a true terrorist and he will use any method in his arsenal to exact his punishment. There is no one that is safe from the Dozer, he will kill man, women and child as long as they are directly connected to the False Flag, he has already ended more then one family line rendering some families extinct that have survived countless generations before coming in contact with the Dozer.

Dozer is just like his ally and friend Splinter, he enjoys toying with his target before rendering them a pyrotechnics show he doesn’t have any time frame that he uses. The Dozer will just send his target a toy bulldozer in the mail, this being the only warning that he will come a knocking soon. The Dozer unlike Splinter will go after family, friends, co-workers and those connected to his target before visiting the subject and sending them to the grave. The Dozer is generous though, he does prepare the subjects funeral and even foots the bill, he will even prepare the funeral for any of his attended victims. The Dozer will even go as far as to submit an obituary for his victim while they are still alive, though that is normally not for very long. This man enjoys the thrill of the hunt and considers anyone who serves the UCAS to be prey and he is the apex predator so running from him and causing the Dozer to alter his plan doesn’t end well as he is always one step ahead of his attended target and death will still come a knocking. To date no one that has been targeted by Dozer has survived and I don’t think that this trend will change in the coming days. We know that he worked along side the Taskmaster and Splinter, and we know that he terrorised the federal district during those days, though exactly what he did has been erased and I have been unlucky to locate anyone from the UCAS that is willing to cooperate with this article. So I am sorry that I can’t be any more direct and informative about the Dozer, though I feel the information I have uncovered should be more then enough to keep my readers alive when it comes to dealing with this madman.

The Dozer has been reported to be in Seattle and one can only assume that he is in city to reunite with his ally Splinter, and pick right back p where they left off. This should concern everyone that still feels any sense of loyalty to the UCAS, this man is a true terrorist and hates the UCAS with all his passion, this man will stop at nothing when it comes to destroying everything we hold dear, he will strike your son’s and daughters in the military that are serving loyally and he might even pay each and everyone of you a visit cause your child joined the military. The Dozer is a serious threat and with this killer there is no stopping him from turning your children into buzzard food. He is just another reason we need the protection from the government and we need to make sure these rebels don’t win this war. the Dozer has zero respect and cares nothing for anything other then the ultimate destruction of our beloved nation. He will only be happy once the last of us are buzzard and worm food, he is a serious threat, he is overly violent and completely remorseless. I am still annoyed about our government trying to erase this man and not warn the nation about a man that is this dangerous, he has a lifetime of killing under his belt, he uses explosives as primary method of killing and nothing is sacred so please heed my warning and be on the lookout for the Dozer, warn your loved ones and please stay safe out there, a storm is coming our way and this is going to be one hell ride we are in for.

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President River Welsh (Enigma)

March 2, 2016 by admin Leave a Comment

Membership: Presidents Men, Post Office, Sons of Odin, London Dungeon, Sons of Liberty, Kingsmen

Race: Human

Height: 5’7

Weight: 160

Apparent Age: 70+

Archetype: Cybered Swordsmen Adept: Circle Unknown and considered extremely high……..(Bend Over and Kiss Your Ass Goodbye!!)

Preferred Weapon: Custom Triple Edged Scorpion Dagger (Highly Modified)

Runner Song:

BIO:

Well when it comes to the tales of the man referred to simply as Enigma, there is very little factual information on the streets about this hunter. Enigma is a man that has declared war on the establishment and has been fighting along side his fellow Wreckers and other like minded souls for many a decade. He has become a bit of a bogeyman for the UCAS (United Canadian American States) and has stood as the nations only true defender he is a man of action and a man that is willing to stare directly into the abyss that is tyranny. He never budges nor does he ever waver, Enigma will fight till his last dying breath and he will make sure his message is heard loud and clear, Enigma will make damned sure that we all hear the bell of liberty rung once again before he leaves this world for the afterlife.

Enigma first appeared on the scene directly after the rise of the Natives in the summer of 2018 and has survived the purging of the patriots that was shoved down our throats during this time as well. River once served within the United States House as a ranking member of the House Judicial committee and the Chairman of the Joint Armed Services Committee where he sat along side members of the Senate. River worked alongside Senators like Kingsbury, and Grant during these days and as well with many others that claimed they served the people when in actuality they served the system and would eventually revel their true colours on August 18th, 2018. According to the records that have surfaced from many of our congressman and senators that served during these days. The system was crumbling long before the Great Tragedy and the purging that would follow, everything was being set up for a grand take over and collapse of the democratic system of Old America for a new system of tyranny and enslavement. There were a handful of politicians during these early days that stood in direct defiance of the status qua, and for these men and women life as they would now it would change forevermore once the final piece of the puzzle was put in place.

River was one of those men that would never stand to accept the rise of tyranny and the enslavement of the American people, according to his records from his time in Washington he would stand on behalf of the people and would never relent his quest to create change and restore America once again. He warned his colleagues many times of an impending revolution and he warned them that the people are awake and the people are aware of the corruption within the hallowed halls of DC. He was a man that stood for change, though not the change they wanted no he stood for a restoration of the core American values and restoration of what made America a desired nation for everyone. He was speaking of Freedom, Liberty and Democracy, he was warning his fellow politicians that if they continued down the path of destruction they where headed, bullets would once again herald down the streets. He warned that the Tree of Liberty would once again be refreshed and that they in fact worked for the people and not the reverse

River’s deep patriotic roots would come from his families linage, his family could trace it’s roots directly back to the American Revolution and to America’s father. He is a direct descendent of General George Washington, and do to this connection the love for the nation burned deep within his family and for River this went straight to his core, he served in the military before entering into the political arena with hopes of one day running for President and creating change for the people, restoring America and bringing forth a new dawn for the people to stand behind. Though for River his plan would change as he would never be able to advance past the House, do to his extreme views he was the enemy to his party and the establishment feared what he would be capable of if given any further power. They couldn’t stop his congressional run, but they could stonewall any further advancement unless he played ball. Well for River this would never be the case and he would never accept the status qua and hence forth any dream of the presidency would be just that a dream.

Though this would also make him a target for the False Flag once it would begin to cement itself, they knew that River would never accept or surrender to their will and he would rise up and allow his voice to be heard. He would become a serious problem for them if left alive, and left with any ability to exist as a piece of history. The problem for the UCAS was that River is not a stupid man and he is not a man that is unaware, he was able to see the writing on the walls and he could sense something was coming. Ever the game player River would set up a contingency plan that would end up saving his life from the termination squads that would come for him days before the Great Tragedy of 2018, though in all his pre-emptive planing he was unable to predict the sheer power of the Great Ghost Dance and the impending Nights of Blood. He was unable to prevent the death of his wife and children at the hands of Native savages, though he did spare them the initial capture and execution at the hands of the government.

Days before the Ghost Dance, River was preparing for his day like normal, and while he was getting dressed for the office his perimeter alarms would sound. He would check the monitors only to see a squad of men shrouded in black armour with assault weapons breaching his property and heading towards the house. He would also receive a message on his cell phone from Senator Lyndon Kingsbury that they where coming for him, and to get to safety, River had already figured that the government would attempt something to remove him from the equation, he ran to his bedroom door and slammed the panic button that would send a wave through the house, as alarms blared and lights flashed the house would go into lock down. Metal shields would slam down covering the doors and windows, electrified wire would cover the roof as barbed razor wire would rise from the ground below and surround the home. Catching a few of the soldiers in the painful twists of his protection, this would cause the emerging soldiers to get caught in his trap. They would be stuck in the middle of nothing but razor wire, some of them actually being snagged in his initial web of blades, well this would only get worse as River had a little surprise for the trespassers. He would through the switch on the razor wire turning it into a massive chainsaw, as the wire would be pulled through a motorised system that would instead of just cutting and tangling the intruders in his bladed web. He would be serenaded by their screams as the blades began cutting and tearing into the men causing an extreme amount of pain and blood loss with a most certain death awaiting them. Those that would be trapped between the wires and out of the way of the blades would come to learn why the United States Marine Corps awarded River the Expert Rifleman’s award as he would pick off his would be assassins one by one with ease.

Though in all his planing he never imagined what was to come next, he could never have prepared for an all out magical assault on the level that was to come. He had created a panic system that worked beyond expectations, stock piled weapons, ammunition, supplies, fuel and even salvaging an old Army transport truck to be his bug out vehicle. He had an underground tunnel system created to allow for a quick escape once the system had crumbled, though he never imagined that he would have to run from his own government and the men and women he so admired in the nations military. He would engage his evacuation plans, grabbing a few already packed bags and make his way through the tunnels carrying his smallest child in one arm as he lead his family to the safety of the preloaded truck and escape into the night. Knowing that he had just killed his first of many people, initially it weighed heavily on his mind that he had just murdered someone’s child, though he quickly accepted that they where there to kill him and his children. Thus sobering him up quickly as the truck would vanish into the night, where River went is a mystery though one can assume that he made his way north towards Boston and the Kingsbury compound seeing that he is close friends with the Kingsbury brothers.

Well from recorded records from his journal during these days, we learn that when the Great Ghost Dance would be unleashed on August 18th 2018. River was not already within a safe location and still on the road, he would document how a wave of magical energy would tear across the land from the beyond followed by an onslaught of spirits that would emerge from the spirit world, this magical ravaging would nearly knock the truck over, he would also observe planes falling out of the sky. River would describe the feeling that would come across his body as if he was dipped in a acid bath, his body would be ravaged by the magic as the spirits would begin to rape his mind and soul. River would be overcome with pain and nearly wreck the truck, though he managed to stave off enough of the torment to pull the vehicle off the road. Though he was unable to fully control his body, as he watched his skin blister and boil as the magical energy tore across him. He could feel his insides churning and he would loose the sight in his left eye as it would boil and pop like an over cooked egg. Though the entire time, he could hear his children screaming and crying he could hear his wife drowning in her own fluids as her lungs would begin to boil. River would muster up all the will he had left in his body, remove his seatbelt and make his way back towards his children to comfort them, as he would leave the seat he was nearly brought to his knees as his skin would tear and crack as he rose to his feet. He howled in pain but his parental instincts overtook him as he threw the curtain back only to be left with the horror of seeing his wife blackened and charred, two of his older children as well roasted though his youngest son was burned but still alive. He headed towards the child, and scooping him up in his arms to hold him close. The pain tore through Rivers body as he would howl out once again, and according to his journals this was the worst thing he could have done. The enemy was near and had heard his cries, also he was badly burned and so was his child he knew better but the emotion of the situation over took his common sense and basic medical training.

He just held his child close, trying to figure out his next move, he needed to get to a medical centre cause the supplies he had on hand where not meant for these types of wounds. He needed to do something quick about his eye, that was causing him extreme pain and would eventually get infected and cause death quick. He knew he was no where near a city with a hospital, and he also didn’t know who he could trust anymore within the system. He knew this wasn’t a nuclear attack and a magical one since he was a documented physical adept, though he had no idea who unleashed the attack and how profound it was. Though for River his planning period would be quickly interrupted, as he would receive uninvited guests that would tear back the canvas flap of the truck. River would come face to face with a small squad of natives, initially thinking they where there to lend aid, he called out for help. Though this was not the case and he would learn a near fatal lesson on this evening, the native soldiers would enter the truck and converse in their language, pointing at the deceased and laugh. One of the natives a younger man with dark brown eyes and long black hair would reach towards the child that rested in Rivers arms. His son cried and clawed towards his father for protection as the native soldier ripped the boy from his arms, River bellowed as his son was torn from him, was trying to reach for a weapon but do to his blind spot and his muscles rebelling against him he would not reach the weapon in time before the next thing he would see was the but of the soldier weapon coming crashing down on his skull, followed by the bayonet plunging into his stomach. As River laid there slipping away into unconsciousness he would feel the sting of the bayonet a few more times. He would see that his baby boy was forced to watch as his father was being killed, River would slip into the dark of slumber while his son was stolen and taken to parts unknown.

How he survived the wounds of that night are unknown, though one can say that River never actually survived cause this is when the rise of Enigma would come to be. He would awake laying in a shallow grave, his wounds healed, his body partially restored minus the milky white left eye. His body riddled with scars and only one thought burned through his mind, revenge and for what would be reborn on that night revenge he would have. as he pulled himself out of the shallow grave, his clothing tattered and torn, his hair matted in blood and mud, and his once white dress shirt now stained with his own blood and the blood of his son. He could see the burned out hull of the truck that once held his survival. He was in the middle of nowhere and he had nothing but his journal, a pen and the dagger he had concealed in the small of his back. His wallet gone, his cigarettes covered in blood and mostly destroyed and his lighter nearly empty Enigma was truly lost in the woods and without supplies and without proper attire for surviving long in the wilds. Initially he contemplated suicide by hanging himself with his tie from the tree he rested under, making the shallow grave his forever home. Though he would receive a flash of a memory of his son being stolen by the native soldier, this would be enough to sober him up and thank the Lord above for giving him a second chance. According to his journal he would dedicate the rest of his days to rescuing his son and getting vengeance, and for the soon to be enemies of Enigma they would learn a lesson that nothing is more dangerous than a father with nothing left to loose.

This is where things get sketchy when it comes to Enigma, this man would keep very loose records during these early days, and even when he did it would be in a short hand that only a politician would understand. Though this would also help the media in dubbing him the Enigma, this man would go onto to become the master of the game, the master of the hunt and the master of the kill. He would bring torture to a new level and he would make people like Jig Saw and the Pedagogue seem like amateurs, Enigma would show the world why they should never anger a man with multiple engineering degrees and as well training in psychology. He would as well prove once again that government should be careful what they train people to do, seeing that it might come back to haunt them one day. This is the case with Enigma, yes he served in the Marine Corps though what is needed to know is this man worked as a Military Police officer that was trained in the arts of prisoner interrogation, he would go onto become one of the best interrogators the military ever saw. He had a special way of breaking people that would be considered torture by any normal standards, but during a time of war and closed doors certain things are overlooked, remember the tyranny of the False Flag was a long time in the making and was already well in place before the turn of the century. So when it came to what the military allowed River to do and what they trained him in is highly classified and as well highly illegal. This man was a sanctioned torturer, he being a patriot had no issue applying his skills on the enemy of America and if punishing a terrorist would garner valuable life saving information, so be it. He might never have actually killed any of his subjects but River surely shortened their lives and may would perish after an intense meeting with him. This is the man that the UCAS tried to assassinate, the Natives tried to murder and yet he survived. He would bring his brand of terror directly to their front door and for Enigma he was no longer playing by any rules and survival was not his concern, he wished to inflict as much pain and suffering on his enemy as he could prior to bringing them to death.

For the UCAS the survival of River would become a nightmare and the Natives would feel his wrath numerous times, as the master interrogator would use his skills to seek out his child. Though this was not the only thing Enigma would do, this man would as well fight alongside other patriots and confederates and stand back to back with them against the tyranny of the UCAS. He would show the world that he is more then just a politician, that once a Marine always a Marine and that he will never surrender. He would begin using specialised triple edged combat dagger that once he stuck his enemy, they would die a slow and painful death. This dagger would make any attempt at healing or first aid impossible as it created three triangulated wounds that would not close on there own and even a team of trained surgeons would be hard pressed to close the would safely. Though for Enigma this wasn’t nearly enough suffering for his target. He needed something that couldn’t be closed and if stuck by him death was the only option, he didn’t feel poisons where good enough as they were to humane for his enemy. No Enigma created a specialised blade that contained a hidden barbed hook that would enter nice and smooth, creating the nasty triangle wound. Though once inside the barbs would grab onto flesh, muscle, bone and organs and tear parts of it as he twisted and removed the blade. Leaving a wound that even the researchers of Bio Tech are still trying to figure out how to medically close. Aztec has just given up trying to create a spell that can cure a wound that Enigma causes, and his blade wounds are taught in every medical school as something to look out for, telling would be doctors and nurses that if they see this to just keep your patient comfortable cause there is nothing that can be done to stave off death. This is the type of man that has been unleashed onto the world, a man that has found a way to make a simple stabbing as fatal as a terminal illness and in this day and age of magical, nanite and cybernetic surgeries this would is still that fatal. He uses our own anatomy against us and is the reason it is being studied on such a grand scale, as Enigma isn’t the only one that has figured out this tactic and many of the Wreckers all deploy similar anatomy destroying weapons that frustrate medical personnel all across the globe.

Though when it comes to this killer, his dagger is the least of your worries he has far worse in his arsenal and they all revolve around him sticking you with one of his pig stickers. each one creating varying degrees of wound patterns. Though when it comes to this man the real danger is when he gets you into his tangled web and begins the torture and interrogation process, according to multiple medical examiners his skills as a torturer are profound and what he does to them are thankfully illegal, though this still is’t a deterrent for Enigma. One of the things this man does is simply slicing into the skin and peeling it back like one would the skin of a chicken. Exposing the nerves and muscles underneath, he then removes the skin like one would a glove and then begins applying his torturous techniques. This includes applying salt to the wound, acid, rubbing alcohol and just pure fire from a blow torch. He injects liquid heat into the eyes of his subject and he carves the exposed meat like one would a Thanksgiving day turkey, though nothing is worse then when he breaks the subjects ribs one by one and removing them from the chest cavity. This creates an issue for the subject as the weight of there own body turns against them, and begins constricting the heart and lungs from functioning properly. As the ribs are removed one at a time the chest muscles begin to concave inwards preventing the subject from breathing and eventually causing the lungs to collapse and it they are lucky bring about cardiac arrest before suffocating to death. This fate is almost a guarantee for his subjects, cause Enigma enjoys watching the suffering of those he deems the enemy. This is also leaves the investigators baffled in how he keeps his victims alive during the process only to kill them in a gruesome manner, Enigma always leaves all the pieces of the victim for the investigators as a gory jigsaw puzzle.

Now for the final element of this man, he likes to play games with people and these games are a life or death situation. No I am not talking about the ones that Jigsaw uses in the old movie series. No this man plays live action hide and seek, Cowboys and Indians, scavenger hunts and yes he does do some very dangerous traps that involve putting people in situations that they might need to saw of an arm or leg to survive. So okay he might do something’s like that killer from the old movie, though this is not a respect life situation. It’s just his twisted form of justice, these games he plays allow for him to hunt his pray and for his pray to believe they actually stand a chance of survival. Best if the subjects just eat a bullet than play any game that Enigma brings forth, cause death is the only actual outcome. Though his favourite game is the one where he tests to see how much you love your spouse, he restrains both subjects into chairs with access to a remote control. There is a timer that is set for five minutes that is wired to a shot gun that dangles directly over each subjects heads. He then tells them “Lets play a game, how much do you love each other.” The remote has two buttons, one will kill your significant other, while the other button will kill you.” mind you there is only one remote and it is in the husbands hands. He then goes on to tell them that if no buttons are pushed in five minutes both of them will die, though if one of you die the other goes free to live to ripe old age. This is the one game where he does allow for survival of one subject, knowing they have to live with the memory of murdering their own spouse and watching it happen before them. Enigma only targets UCAS nationalists and loyalists to the False Flag with this game, it’s less a conversion tactic and more a mentally damaging game. Surprisingly they are multiple accounts of one spouse surviving this game other then a double murder. Though those that choose this end, normally have children and little do they know their children have already been kidnapped and are no longer in the equation. Enigma doesn’t kill children, though he will allow other parents to suffer as he has with loosing a child in the same manner, he fears no retaliation and retribution for this game. He just enjoys watching the tears flow as they decide who deserves to live and who should die, again this is a form of interrogation as the couple normally revel information to each other before death and seeing he targets UCAS nationalists this at times revels valuable information that he can later expose. Also if the subject ends up being a part of the False Flag, Enigma will never allow them subject to leave the domicile out of a body bag.

This is the man known as Enigma, he has been waging a bloody personal war against the UCAS and Natives for decades, he has brought his special brand of torture and game playing to a brand new level. All the while working in direct defiance of the established government, they created this man and now they must reap what he sows. The UCAS is so terrified of Enigma that they are directly trying to erase him from the history books, he has vanished from government files, the media has been ordered to never report about this man and even the medical journals have been reprinted to not mention either River Welsh or Enigma when it comes to the wound pattern. They figure if they erase him from the record books, he will just go away, though this is not a movie or story book, this is real life and things don’t work like that. Enigma is quite real and the only way to make sure he is gone for good is to face this demon head on. Though no one will dare to stand toe to toe with the likes of Enigma, even the Welsh family has declined to go against this man, Urban Strike One has been overheard saying no, and many government agents have faced abandonment or treason charges then even dare to challenge Enigma. This man is the master of the game, he is the master of the hunt and he plays by his own set of twisted rules, so when it comes to Enigma death is the only rule that is set in stone.

He is a father that is bent on revenge and won’t stop till he finds his son, or where his son is buried. He has never given up hope that his child is still alive, though he has become very twisted ever since he rose from his own grave a changed man. This man is a patriot at heart though not officially on there roster of killers. He works alongside some of the most twisted and devastating men the nation has ever seen and he is still a politician at heart. This man is as deadly with his words as he is with his blade, he works alongside his long time friend Splinter and has been a Wrecker for many years, though he prefers to work solo seeing that his fellow Wreckers aren’t as sportsman as he is. Though you can’t really call Enigma a sportsman and he doesn’t play fare, so it might just be best he normally hunts alone. Though currently Enigma works with the Wreckers once again, and he is registered with the Brotherhood of Mercenaries, though I don’t see exactly why this man is allowed to be on that roster. He doesn’t have a shred of honour and has no code at all, it seems that they have just accepted him in their ranks to protect this lone wolf from himself. Enigma being mercenary is very disturbing seeing that they are supposed to remain neutral, and he is far from it. This man must be a member like Wake and is their personal eraser or a very loud message sender, though with Trespass being a Brotherhood member and a Wrecker it seems that Enigma was just accepted do to his connection to a like minded torturer, it seems the Brotherhood has a need for people that know how to break a subjects will and garner information quickly and illegally.

This man is a bit of a lone wolf, though he has worked with others before and is currently working as member of the Wreckers. Though he doe his best work when he is allowed to remain solo. Though what really bothers me about Enigma is that he is still able to remain free and that the government is trying to cover up this man like they did with many of the Wreckers. They don’t want us to know about him and they don’t want us to be protected from him, they just want us to fall victim to Enigma and thus come to them for help. Well it seems once again their plan will backfire, and they tried to assassinate him back in 2018, he has risen from the grave and terrorised a nation ever since. It also seems that the current administration will have to face a political adversary that is just as skilled as anyone they can produce. With Lyndon Kingsbury being announced as the Forerunner for the Presidential ticket, it has been announced that former Congressman of Virginia River Welsh will be his running mate. This should be bothersome to many, as this means if they win our Vice President will be no other then Enigma with the Beholder being the President. I know that there are those that will argue that we need men like this in command of the nation to restore order, though do we need a man that has zero morales, zero conscience and a master torturer being the second most powerful man in the nation.

Enigma will not stale his killing if he becomes the Vice President, and the UCAS will be forced to acknowledge their cover up of this man as well as their attempted assassination of him. They will have to deal with a man that will not roll over and die and a man that can more then easily protect himself from any would be assassination attempt again. He is used to being in high profile situations and he is the master of the game, this man will once again rewrite the rules and history will be forever rewritten if Enigma becomes the Vice President. These men are strong willed, they are not part of the system and they are both killers. They should be in prison not campaigning, though I don’t think Enigma will do any campaigning and I can only imagine the Vice Presidential debate between River Welsh and Charles Olson, that moderator will have his hands full wrangling in Enigma and Vice President Olson will have to stare down man that has made a career of killing and torturing UCAS nationals. Will the government try to arrest Enigma at the debate, well if they are stupid they will, this man is handful by himself and don’t think he will be alone the Architects will be nearby. I predict the debate will end abruptly and go off the air, ass a bloodbath will ensue within the studio.

Well enough about the what if’s, what we know about this man is that he is back in operation, he has been given a second chance at a political career and he has his eyes set on the prize. He is here in Seattle hunting a new target and so the game has begun, will he take his target before the election, will he continue to hunt after the election. This man is a force to be reckoned with and he has once again aligned with his fellow Wreckers, they have come to Seattle to bring forth liberty and strike a blow against the tyranny of the False Flag. What role will the Wreckers play in the election and what role will the Wreckers play in the war of 2074. This man is the game, he wrote his own set of rules and he will bring forth the destruction of everything the UCAS holds dear, he is still looking for his son and he has no morale compass to stop him from sending as many loyalists and solders to the grave, he has come to play the game again and this time are you ready Seattle cause the master has returned and game is on.

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Gordon Meisner (Frostbite)

February 15, 2016 by admin Leave a Comment

Membership: Brothers Grimm/Presidents Men/Rogue One

Race: Human

Height: 5’7

Weight: 150

Apparent Age: 60+

Archetype: Physical Adept: Circle Unknown

Preferred Weapon: Dual-Bladed Plasma Sword (Highly Modified)

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Bio: It’s time we speak about yet another member of the infamous team known as the Brothers Grimm, this is the tale of the man known as Frostbite and his destructive path he forged across this great nation. Many innocent souls where lost in the ravages of this one man, who has personally declared war on the establishment, our native friends and everyone that dares to swear allegiance to the United Canadian American States. This man was once a loving and compassionate husband and father living within the middle of America, he was raising a family and living the American dream; he had the loving wife, two children with the house in in the suburbs and the comfortable corner office within the accounting firm where he worked. For Frostbite he had everything he would ever need, including a vast extended family that would all gather at his home in Iowa for the celebration of the winter holidays. Seeing that the Yates, Rodgers and Meisner’s came from both Christian and Jewish backgrounds. It was when they would all gather at Gordon’s where it was just family and religious differences where set aside for the time being. Though I am not trying to paint this man in a good light, though I do need to explain that he was once just like you and I. Gordon Meisner would eventually go on to become the dreaded Frostbite, but what would cause such a loving and caring man to make such a drastic change in his personality and become the killer we have come to known as Frostbite.

Well that story might anger some of my readers and well it might also make some of you say that it wasn’t an excuse and we have all been through some hardships. I am again not excusing or condoning what he has done, but I can relate to his trauma and understand his frustration, anger and desperation. Gordon would shed his suburban skin and emerge one of the fiercest warriors and patriots the world will ever see, this man would show the world that you are never to mess with a parent and give them nothing to live for. Gordon wasn’t always an American and he was born in Israel to an American and Israeli, his father was an ambassador and his mother was a domestic that worked in the embassy where he worked. Gordon unfortunately was born outside of the embassy and would not be considered an American Citizen. Also sadly for him his father would be assassinated while he was visiting his beloved at her home within Jerusalem leaving Gordon to be raised by his domestic mother and remain within Israel for a large portion of his young adult life, till he could return to America. Though while he was living in Israel he would become part of the military after his Bar Mitzvah as required by the law, this might seem alien to those of in America but over there it was normal for the children to be engaged in combat. Though for Gordon this wouldn’t be where it would end as this young man would excel in combat and eventually be recruited for the Mossad where he would remain until he was well into his young adult life. It would actually be his service in the Mossad that would eventually bring him over to America, he would initially come to the states hunting a well known Islamic terrorist and once he killed the man he was to return to Israel. Though this is where Gordon’s life would change and he would hang up the combat boots for the suit and tie and settle down here in the states. Once he was successful in bringing down the man he was sent to kill, and he dodged the authorities that tried to arrest his for murder, causing a serious international incident. This was do to the rise in support for the Muslims inside America, and the government not wanting to publicly admit they allowed a terrorist into their country as well they allowed a Israeli assassin in without batting an eye.

Though for Gordon the eye opener was that his own country wouldn’t lend him any assistance until it was almost to late, seeing that they as well didn’t want to admit to the Americans they had unleashed an assassin into there boarders with the sole purpose of hunting down a refugee and terrorist. This would eventually cause Gordon to spend many months in prison as he awaited his trial, though the entire time the State Department was trying to deport him back to Israeli under the cover of night. Needless to say Gordon was not all that thrilled with either governments and when he was eventually freed, he was thinking about moving to parts unknown and saying to hell with it. Though he got side lined by the affairs of the heart and would end up courting and eventually marring the women who was initially trying to deport him. They would eventually wed and move to the heartland of America, where Gordon would retire from the Mossad and eventually become a duel citizen. This is where he would live and raise his eventual children, he would marry a Christian women and welcome both faiths into his home. Though after many years of bliss the world would once again get to know the assassin that lived deep inside Gordon and out would emerge Frostbite.

It was during the tragedy of 2018 that would bring forth the rebirth of this man as the magic of the natives would become unleashed and ravage across all of America, though for those that lived in the heartland it would ravage them the hardest. Gordon was in his office preparing for a family vacation to Disney World when the assault would slam the small suburban town he lived and worked in. The magic would ravage across the landscape and rape all that it came into contact with. It would sear them to there very core, like that of a nuclear strike only a small handful of people survived the initial onslaught and out of those even fewer survived an weren’t turned into ash and bone. Gordon was one of the few lucky ones to survive the assault and he was even luckier that he had become trapped in his office building once the power failed. It was this sheer happenstance that spared him the fate that would become the remainder of the townsfolk. He would have to helplessly watch from his office as his fellow citizens where rounded up by the native and UN forces, brought to the town square that was directly outside his building. He then witnessed the execution of the survivors, the screams of that day would stay with him forever as he witnessed the brutal execution of his friends, neighbours and family. He would watch in horror as their bodies where one by one sent into a mobile crematorium and incinerated. Little did he know that he would be the last surviving member of the town, and as the elected mayor he would feel helpless being trapped like a rat in a cage, unable to attempt to assist as the slaughter was ongoing bellow him.

Though for Gordon he didn’t walk away unscathed from the magical onslaught and was as well nursing his wounds, do to his military training and the medical supplies in the building he was able to apply needed first aid and keep himself from suffering and succumbing to infection. Though what would be a diamond in the rough, the buildings security room would have a few handguns and a couple of shotguns that he would be able to put to good use once he was able to free himself from the building. Do to the emergency lock down of the building once the power was lost, the military forces couldn’t enter and do to there scanners not picking up any life they avoided entering the location. Gordon’s office was on the top floor and well secured against scanning devices, as he was within the executive wing and this is also how he managed to survive for a while living off the food and water within the wing. He was the only survivor and he knew that he would eventually have to figure a way out of the building or the decomposing bodies would become a host for parasites and he would succumb to further disease. According to his journals he would stay in the building for about seven days living within the basement attempting to restore the generator so he could unlock the doors and free himself, though he also knew that to do so would bring unwanted attention to his location from the scavenger’s, native forces that had claimed the town as theirs and the military that was as well using the town as a staging ground and execution hotspot.

Gordon had already scavenged the building for needed supplies and fresh clothing, he would use his suitcases that were once packed for the family holiday and now would house his supplies for survival. He also knew that he would have to steal the CEO’s car seeing that his was parked in the general lot, and he would never make the run from the building to his vehicle in his wounded state. The CEO’s parking spot was within the garage and well secured, this would be both a benefit and curse. Seeing that he could load the vehicle safely, though as soon as the power was restored and the garage door opened, he would be in what they call a kill zone. He would have to pray to the God above to even be able to escape alive, though leaving on foot was out of the question. He knew that the town was crawling with the enemy and he would never get very far before he was captured once they descended onto the location. Even making it from the basement to the garage entrance was questionable, but this was his only chance and his only opportunity to escape certain death if he remained inside.

He tinkered with the generator for days until he figured out what was wrong and what was needed to restore power to the building, it was already late in the evening by the time he figured out what needed to be done. He knew that he couldn’t throw the switch while the sun was down, it would attract to much attention as suddenly the office building came to life. It would be like moths to a flame, though this also gave Gordon a idea on how to stick it to the people that had just murdered his neighbours and friends not to mention his family. He used his technical know how to rig the boiler to explode by tampering with the buildings gas lines, though he waited till he already had the power on to through the switch on the gas mane. He increased the need to escape the building quickly, knowing that the boiler would kick on at some point and then it would be all she wrote for whomever was inside at the time. But for Gordon this meant he had to double time it op the stairs and out to the garage, he might have had a near life time of military and combat training under his belt. But he had become soft during his time as a civilian, he had put on a few extra pounds and as well he was injured. As he was running up the stairs, he could hear the doors crashing open as the building sprung to life, he knew the gas was pouring into all the floors through the ventilation system and a single gunshot cold spell the end. As he ascended the stairs, he could hear the boots of the enemy in hot pursuit, his lungs burned with exhaustion and he was getting light headed from the noxious orderless gas that poured in. Gordon in a full tilt run with the military hot on his trail reached the doors to the executive garage and with all his might he threw himself into the fire doors and forcefully ejecting himself out into the fresh air. As he ran he fumbled in his trousers pocket for the keys, pulling them out he activated the keyless entry and remote start hoping that it would even turn over. The cars engine churned until it roared to life, he quickly opened the door, dove into the car tossing the shotgun onto passenger seat and slamming the door closed. he threw it into gear and accelerated towards the now open garage doors. The Engine roared and the tires squealed as he would reach dangerous speeds within this enclosed parking area, he would nearly side swipe another parked car as he slammed the passenger side view mirror into a column with an explosion of glass and metal. He managed to straighten himself out and like he was threading a needle Gordon would emerge out of the garage, catching a bit of air as he entered the ramp. As the car raced down the ramp towards freedom soldiers where marching up the ramp and had formed a dead man’s line in hopes to stop the vehicle in it’s tracks. Gordon was staring down a line of six soldiers that all suddenly opened fire with automatic fire, Gordon figured this was it and just stomped down on the accelerator peddle the engine raced as the car lurched forward. The rounds from the soldiers weapons began to ricochet of the cars outer skin, the windshield would spider but absorb the bullets the soldiers all in unison began to panic as the car was not stopping and was headed directly for them, they were trapped in a preservable bowling alley and they were the pins. a few of the soldiers tried to climb the side walls for safety only to knocked over by the car as it passed them sending them for a ten story free fall. While the others would loose their lives and heads as the car would ram them at an extreme rate of speed and treat their bodies as nothing more then a speed bump. Gordon would breach the ramp and enter onto the main road and manage to evade the incoming security vehicles that weren’t expecting a runaway car. As Gordon would slip down the side streets, he would first feel the shock wave then see the fireball in the rearview mirror, a slight smirk would come across his face knowing that his trap was sprung.

Well if this was where it ended that would be one thing, but for Gordon or now forever to be known as Frostbite the path of vengeance was only beginning and would end up burying many of those that would side with the UCAS, he would as well declare war on the natives for there part in the assault. Frostbite during those early days was a one man killing machine, he would revert back to his days in the Mossad and the hunter would become the hunted as he would begin to stalk the natives with only retribution in his mind and soul. He would become as cold as ice, and loose any shred of humanity he had left, his killing was the only thing that brought him any joy and seeing the terror in his targets eyes as he emerged from the shadows only to snap their necks, stick them with a blade or shot them with there own pistol as he snapped their own arms in the process. The men that would engage Frostbite would normally underestimate him do to his size and age, that would be all he needed to gain the advantage sending them to meet their maker.

This man is single handedly the reason many small outposts of rebels would survive an onslaught from the enemy forces, he would slip behind enemy lines and one by one he would silently kill each and every enemy. Frostbite was becoming a well known freedom fighter and rebel, though only through stories and rumours as not one person ever saw this man in action. They would only stumble upon his handy work, they would find enemy soldiers with broken necks and knife wounds that screamed a professional was here. Though they would also find some with a blackened hand print on their chests, that would latter be determined to have been frozen straight through to there very core. It would appear that the magic of the ghost dance would have gifted Gordon with a mystical gift, a cold and soulless touch that would freeze anything that he touched as it leached the very heat from the body. Giving him the reverse of the scorching energy that once ravaged him only a few months prior, both his enemy and the people that he would assist would begin to dub him Frostbite as they had no other way to verify who he was. Soon enough the frozen hand prints, would become a calling card and the legend of Frostbite was born.

Frostbite would quickly become more then just a man and his legend would grow to epic proportions over the course of the next few years, his sheer combat prowess was unmatched and many soldiers would fall quickly in battle to this man with only a blackened palm print on their chest that would become known as his calling card. According to many coroners reports the deceased would be frozen to their very core, with ice crystals within their veins and their heart frozen solid. They would all concur that it seemed as if the victims own body heat was leached from them by the mere presence of Frostbites hand coming into contact with their body. This must be some sort of unique mystical ability that has yet to be discovered or catalogued seeing that know where within any journals of magical studies is there even the mention of something called the frozen touch. This ability combined with his masterful prowess with a blade make him a true terror and a man that is far deserving of the reputation he has earned.

Now we have come to learn that this man was trained in the arts of battle, by one of the Presidents Men a man known as the Watcher though we have no real verification of this and only speculation and rumour. If Frostbite is the apprentice and the Watcher is the master, then we should all fear the man who trained this monster seeing that no master teaches his apprentice everything and what did the Watcher fail to teach Frostbite. Though as for his prowess in battle it is unsurpassed and his mastery of stealth would make most ninja’s jealous, the man known as Frostbite is a prime example that student can become the master and seeing that this man has been trained in the arts of the Presidents Men, it can explain why only now we are beginning to learn about their exploits. Frostbite is yet another of the killers from this era of time that the government is trying to erase and forget about. Seeing that they have been unable to deal with this killer and many of the agents and soldiers of the UCAS are beyond frightened of this man. They would rather face insubordination charges or dereliction of duty charges then even risk a chance of crossing paths with Frostbite.

What is also very disturbing is that Frostbite is one of the dreaded Brothers Grimm and can be anywhere, these killers have a habit of turning up when you least expect it and this combined with his legend and mastery of battle makes Frostbite even more frighting to deal with. Seeing that no one can track his whereabouts and he lives a true runners life. This means that their is very little paper trail and zero electronic signature or thumbprint for anyone to trace. The only way to know that Frostbite is near is the sudden decrease in ambient temperature and presence of frost on nearby glass and fixtures. This is all the warning his victims get and it can be tricky to perceive the threat especially in the colder months, thus allowing Frostbite to move undetected and drain the life force from his victims. Though pair this with his unique sword styling and you have a recipe for disaster seeing that Frostbite will use his opponents own fear to his advantage and as well use this unique calling card as a way to strike terror into an entire compound long before he takes his first kill.

So when in comes to Frostbite, this man is beyond dedicated to the cause of bringing down the False Flag and making sure every native and elf he comes in contact with perishes in a very gruesome manner, Frostbite has long lost his soul to the darkness that consumes most shadow warriors and he has zero compassion towards his victims. He has ice flowing through his veins and is truly as cold as ice, he is as unforgiving as an Arctic storm and leaves nothing behind but a frozen wasteland. Frostbite is a man that the government is trying to forget even exists and I wish I have never uncovered him, as I get chills just thinking about what this man is capable of. As I sit here writing this, frost is gathering on my window as the northern winds clatter my shutters the snow is falling and the stage is set for a strong winter storm or the arrival of the legend known as Frostbite. He normally works side by side with Grandfather Winter and with what I have currently learned, my once favourite season has become a season to fear as winter is all consuming and within the cold embrace of winter lurks the frozen grasp of the eternal slumber. Be warned my readers Frostbite is out there and he stalks the shadows looking for his next kill, he is hunting within the forever night of winter and preparing for his greatest of performances.

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Bio: Well to fully understand the story of Exile, I need to take you back in time. I need to bring you back to a time before the False Flag and a time before the great tragedy of 2018. This man was born sometime in the previous century and has been kept alive do to genetic age manipulation that have combined with his mystical nature to create a man that is immune to age, and will not perish do to the passing of the calender pages. No Exile will remain alive until he perishes on the battlefield, his body is immune to disease and simple injuries only seem to slow him down till his natural regenerative facilities engage. So as for his actual date of birth that is unknown and lost to history, this man is another that both benefited and suffered under the great information crash. Though this is not why I am reporting on Exile, the reason I am reporting on this man is because no one else will even dare to acknowledge his existence and a killer of this calibre is needed to exposed, if only to save a few lives or even give closer to the families of his victims.

Exile grew up in small town America somewhere in the middle of the county, and was raised in a true middle class family. He had a normal upbringing, went to church on Sundays, was a member of the local Boy Scouts and studied hard in school where he played both baseball and football. By all accounts he lead a normal life and was headed straight for college, and according to his military records he did graduate from Ohio State and then received his masters from West Virginia University. Exile was part of the ROTC programs while in college and joined, just after he graduated from West Virginia with his masters in Business. For Exile the military was going to be his stepping stone out of middle America and into a new life, he had political aspirations and having kept his nose clean and towing the line, he hopped that all his hard work would pay off and allow him to escape the small town life and dreary wage slave life of his parents.

Exile would enter the Air Force as an officer and quickly connect himself to the funeral division so that he could remain out of combat directly, but still be deployed into a combat zone if needed. Thus bringing credence to his military service and not being the veteran who would remain state side and still claim to have seen deployment and action. He knew that being in the funeral division the chances of seeing action where low, since they where engaged after the fact to remove the dead from the battlefield, but the chances where still there and the risks where known to all in that unit. These men where not well liked by the others in the armed services, seeing that they would be a constant reminder of the mortality of battle, these men where the ones that loved ones dreaded ever seeing and no soldier would ever dare to socialize with do to supposed curse that followed these men around. They were the harbingers of the military and the division was one that would be outfitted with members of all the various branches, trained in mortuary science skills, human relations, business management and as well combat do to the need for these men to be deployed into dangerous situations. The funeral services division was one unit that always needed people and many would shy away from it do it’s morbid nature, and the stigma that would follow those that choose to serve the dead.

He knew this all going into the division, and willingly accepted the loneliness that would follow as a gatherer of the dead, and collector of tears. Exile also knew that he was only staying in the service until he finished his education at Princeton Law and competed his tour of duty to pay back his college loan. The degree from an ivy league university would go far with hi aspirations of a political career and it would also allow him to land a well paying job in the private sector if his run for office would fail. Though while he was studying abroad for his degree, Exile would be sent to various hot spots, where he would become the collector of the dead. This was something that he didn’t foresee and would extend his time of service as it would take three times longer to complete his degree and begin his political campaigning, he would be sent all over the world to command various mobile morgues and perform countless autopsies on soldiers that obviously died in battle. Though he knew that even the slightest chance of friendly fire needed to ruled out, and thats what his division was there for.

By the time Exile would graduate from Princeton Law, he would already hold the rank of Colonel and be in full command of his division. This would as well mean that he would be the man that would stay state side, unless some major world war broke out and a full command division was needed. Though this would also mean that he would be the one that would have to deliverer the unwanted news to the fallen’s family and be the true harbinger, the one man that no one ever wanted to see walking up there front walk and ringing their bell. It was during this time that his heart would blacken, and he would become ice inside; he had to maintain a steady exterior when breaking the news as well as maintaining the no public displays of affection while in uniform. He couldn’t offer a hug, or show any signs of sympathy to the fallen’s loved ones, no Exile had to remain statue like and this would take it’s toll on his soul. Seeing that Exile wasn’t trained to be a cold hearted killer, and he was from a normal upbringing and of sound mind and body. Every death he had to report, would shatter his soul just a little further and he would become just like his superiors that all wore an icy exterior that unnerved the average soldier. For Exile, he didn’t even notice the change and slowly his thoughts for a career in law or politics would fade as he would become engrossed into his command position. He might have only seen a few combat engagements, where he was forced to take another human life, but he was becoming just like a soldier that has seen to much and for Exile nothing else mattered anymore and he was sinking into the depression that claims many in there line of work.

Well for Exile he had become so entrenched into his work, that he had begun to neglect his wife and children, his work became all that he could think about and all that he cared about. He could no longer see the smiling faces of his children of feel the warmth of his wife’s caress, it just felt alien to him and he was quickly becoming isolated and distant. If it wasn’t for his wife’s perseverance and persistence in pushing him to speak with the Pastor of their church over the Chaplin of his post, Exile might have been lost for good and we might never have had to deal with him. Through the wise words of his Pastor Exile would begin to break free from the iron shell he had locked himself into and he would begin to feel again. The numbness was gone and suddenly a flood of emotion would erupt from the once stoic officer, he knew that he had to retire from the service and begin a new life way from the sadness and death that once surrounded him on a daily basis. Hollister would retire at the rank of Colonel and walk away from a twenty plus year career with nothing more then a gold watch and plaque to represent his dedicated and decorated career. No retirement party and no awards dinner in his honour, just handed a box as he walked out the door for the last time Exile truly knew how his division was foreseen and how he was perceived.

Well for Exile his retirement would not be long, as he would see his chance to seek a political position and leave the small town life behind and enter the nations capital. Though he would have to first get nominated and then win the election and for Exile he would be running against a well known and well liked incumbent Senator of West Virginia. His chances where slim and seeing that he had no prior public service experience and only a twenty year career as a military ghoul he figured his chances were non existent. Though there is no harm in trying, and thats just what he did he would begin campaigning and using his humble background as his platform, he would use the fact that he rose from nothing and was actually going to look out for the common citizen. He was not owned by any party or any special interest groups and he was only looking out for the average West Virginian, well for Exile this ploy seemed to work and the people trusted the retired Colonel and come election night Jacob Hollister would become the next Senator for West Virginia by a marginal victory. So come January of 2013 he was being sworn into the Senate and would become just another Freshman Senator, that would have to learn the ropes of the old boy’s club quickly, where you either played by the established rules and survived or you made waves and where gone in a flash. Well for Jacob this was something that he was already well versed in seeing that he had already served within the military and understood the pecking order, and how to play the game. He was an officer after all, though he was unable to kiss enough ass to become a general he hoped that his skills would be enough for him to survive within the hallowed halls.

It was during this time that the establishment was in the final process of creating the False Flag and hand picking those senators that would serve the order loyally and those that would be sacrificed as martyrs to the cause. It was as well during this time that Exile would come into contact with a long term senator from Boston a Mr. Lyndon Kingsbury and as well Senator Warren Mitchell who would see the worry in Hollister’s eyes and feel his plight of trying to remain true to his words. These men would be the one’s who would eventually save Hollister’s life, but as well would be the reason the new regime would target him for assassination. It would be Kingsbury that would guide the Freshman senator through the hallowed halls and establish him within the powers that be, Hollister would end up sitting on multiple committees that normally were reserved for an elder senator and help him further navigate the old boy’s club that without his aid would have swallowed him whole. Exile wasn’t naive, but he was just inexperienced when it came to dealing with career politicians that made a living out of spewing deception, as well Kingsbury knew that something was coming and he would need all the support he could muster to survive the incoming change. Little did these men know that they would end up saving each others lives, but at a very serious cost. Hollister would go onto be well received by the voters in his state, for staying true to his words and looking out for the people and staying clear from the special interest groups and ignoring the lobbyists and as well banning them from his office in the capital building. This didn’t make Hollister all that popular, with his fellow senators that needed these men to fill their bank accounts, it also didn’t make him popular with the founding fathers of the False Flag that needed everyone to play ball and just allow for their bills to pass unopposed. For Kingsbury and those fighting against the False Flag, Hollister was a breath of fresh air, seeing that he could see the writing on the wall and was directly opposed to any new law or sanction that would stand against the principles of the Constitution. Though it was this direct defiance to the current regime that would cause Exile to be targeted by the storm troopers and as well cost him the lives of his family.

By the summer of the Great Tragedy of 2018, the Senate was closed for the summer and only a handful of politicians remand in their offices while many where off on the campaign trail or home with their families. Hollister was one of the semi lucky ones, he wasn’t in his office at the capital, but he wasn’t out of the city either. He had decided to stay back in DC to finish up some final work on a bill he was designing, and he had stayed up all night working in his office within the apartment he kept in DC. His family was back home in Wheeling West Virginia where they awaited the return of Jacob, sadly for his wife, children and grandchildren they would never again see their loved one and for Jacob he would get to see them one last time on a monitor from his secluded bunker. As Hollister worked steadily through the night, unaware of what was about to occur back home he stared deeply into the picture of his family he kept on his desk, as black government helicopters would land at his family farm. Vans and black sedans would tear down the driveway towards the house, his family would think that is was Jacob returning home in style, only to step outside onto the porch to be greeted by armed federal agents, screaming orders for them to get down on the ground. As Jacob was putting pen to paper, his family was being terrorised and his home ransacked by the government agents. The confused family would comply with the orders and get down on the ground face down, and have their hands bound behind their backs with zip ties as hoods are placed over there heads even the youngest of grandchildren where treated the same. As the Hollister family was being abducted by the federal storm troopers and loaded into the vans, and driven off with the only the glow from the flashing lights behind them, and then the smoke and glow as the Hollister farm would be set a blaze and the storm troopers would vanish into the cold dark night as the farm burned bright behind them.

For Exile he was unaware of the doom that loomed near and that he would soon be the next on the list to be removed from office and offered up as a martyr. Though what the False Flag didn’t calculate was the kinship that had formed between Jacob and Lyndon and when word got out about the assault on the Hollister farm, Lyndon would work as quickly as he could to stale the storm troopers and attempt to gridlock the city. To allow for one of his family members to get to Hollister in time and rescue him before the goon squad busted down the door and opened fire, Lyndon knew that Hollister was former military and could handle himself in a fight, though he also knew that he was mostly non combat and he wouldn’t stand a chance against the combined might of a government hit squad. Lyndon would pass word to the man known as Splinter as he hunkered down to let the storm pass, well for Jacob he was finished with his work and groggily making coffee still dressed in his work clothes he put a cigarette to his lips and ignited it breathing in a deep drag. As the back door to his apartment would fly open and in would charge Splinter, at first Hollister was confused as he removed his glasses and rubbed his weary eyes, thinking he is seeing things as Splinter closely resembled Lyndon in many aspects but his mannerisms. Splinter knowing time was not on their side, told Hollister that he was sent by Lyndon to rescue you, as you are in great danger; the government is planning a take over and you have been sentenced to death. Lyndon sent me to make sure that you survive, I need to take you to safe location. Hollister started to gather a few things, and Splinter again stated in a raised tone, we don’t have the time for you to pack. They are already in route as Splinter removed a Colt Manhunter from his jacket and tossed it to Exile, I assume you know how to use this. Exile quickly grabbed his jacket and hat as well the picture from his desk and ran out the door with Splinter. The two men entered an unmarked SUV and the driver speed off, as the black sedans descended onto Hollister’s building.

Though for Exile this would only be a partial rescue as the natives magic would be unleashed and the vehicle that he was in would loose control as the driver would be rendered into ash and SUV would swerve and slam into a guardrail then bounce of the rail and descended of the road where it would begin to flip tossing both Splinter and Hollister from the vehicle as it continued to roll down the hill where it would eventually settle; then explode sending debris in all directions. Exile would be tossed from the vehicle and sent rolling down the hill towards the Potomac river where he would make a great splash down, only to be swept away by the current and separated from Splinter. Exile would end up washing up down stream quite a distance away and be deep within the wilds of either Maryland of Virginia he wasn’t sure where he was. His phone destroyed, his clothing soaked and the pistol water logged. He was injured from the fall and the trip down stream, and he wasn’t out of the woods yet nightfall was approaching and he was soaking wet. He needed to find shelter and quick or he would die from exposer, So Exile ignored his injuries and began searching the surrounding area for anything that could be used as a shelter and as luck would have it, he would find an old fallout shelter that some farmer had installed during the Cold War. Deep within the wilds of the south, he was opening a metal tomb that hadn’t seen the light of day in over a century. Though for Exile this was going to be home for a while and hopefully it’s remote location would allow for him to go unnoticed for a while; Hollister gingerly climbed down the ladder and pulled the cord for the light switch, surprisingly the shelter came to life. Hollister just stared in amazement as the room was quite large and well equipped with modern convinces, medical supplies, food stuffs, weapons and everything he was going to need to survive the long haul. Though it did cross his mind, that he might have to deal with the shelters owner seeing that it wasn’t a forgotten about Cold War shelter but some Doomsday preppers safe house; though for Hollister that was the least of his concerns.

While in the shelter he would remove his saturated clothing and hang it up to dry, he would as well begin to tend to his wounds and bandage himself up. He was lucky enough to avoid any broken bones, but the abrasions and deep lacerations where of concern to him not to mention the burns that cooked his back and he had no way to apply any medical attention to that region. Exile would quickly return to his military training and begin to ready the weapons, and as well activate the radio and other communication equipment in hopes to hear an emergency broadcast or anything to explain what the hell had just happened. Though for Hollister he was about to have his entire world come collapsing down around him as he scanned through the channels and would stumble upon a old government broadcast signal that hadn’t been used since he was in boot camp. He is still unsure why he even checked that channel, he blames stress and old habits die hard. But this channel would allow him direct access to the False Flag and there founders that where sitting around sipping brandy and smoking cigars as all hell broke loose around them. Once Hollister realised the video feed was live, he quickly killed the camera so as to not give away his location to the people that just tried to kill him. Hollister just sat their and watched in horror as the entire plan was being reviled as the power brokers bragged about there success and how the citizens would now freely accept the New America. He would also bare witness to many of his friends in the senate and congress being brought in as prisoners and lead to a another room that he could see from his vantage point through the monitor system. He would witness as the power brokers would take bets on how long it would take these poor souls to die and if they would drop their bowls or bladder as they where hung for their enjoyment. Exile couldn’t take his eyes of the monitor as the men he considered friends where being brought to there executions and that he was supposed to be among them.

He would just watch in horror as one by one the ropes where placed around their necks, their clothing stripped from them and left to stand there naked as the day they were born. Unable to hide there shame and cover themselves up, as they would be hoisted into the air some would twitch violently while others just jerked once and went still. He could hear the cheers of the founders as they as well watched from a closed circuit monitor, unaware that Hollister was as well witnessing the degradation of his collogues and many others that he recognised from the television and media. Though there were quite a few he didn’t know, and even some children that where suffering the same humiliation at the hands of this power play. Some men would even suffer being castrated before being hung, while others where just strung up and then disposed of into the mobile crematorium that was set up with a convener belt system to accept high speed incinerations. Though just as Hollister had seen enough, and was about to turn away from the screen in disgust he would hear the cries of a small child in the distance on the screen. The voice would send his stomach into knots as a feeling of dread would over take him, as he knew that voice all to well and only just the other day did it say “I love you PaPa” it was his grandson that was being brought out onto the stage. Dread filled his body, as anger swelled through him Hollister had an idea where the feed was coming from and come hell or high water he was going to put an end to this. he grabbed the riffle at his side and rose to his feet as pain coursed through his body and forced him to sit once more. The wound to is leg was worse then he figured and the burns to his back had settled in, he was in to much pain to even rise to his feet let alone fight against armed guards. He was forced back to his seat and through the tears that began to swell in his eyes and the anger that burned deep inside he watched as his family one by one was added to the nights entertainment. He watched as the New Order systematically hung his loved ones and even executed his only grandson that adored his PaPa, you could only imagine the rush of emotions that would flood through Hollister on that day. He was full of grief, anger, hatred, pain and frustration as all he could do was sit there and watch as his beloved family was being murdered all because he wouldn’t play ball with the new order.

Over the next few days, Hollister remained in the bunker recovering from his wounds and trying to formulate a plan of attack against those that forced him into exile. Though as he sat their the events of the days prior would just replay over and over again in his mind, and he would just stare at the water logged photo of his family. His mind flushed with emotions of the senseless deaths he just witnessed and being tormented by the sound of his grand son last words calling out for his PaPa. He was truly living in hell, but he knew things would only get worse from here, this was only the beginning of the new dystopia that would be the once great nation. As Hollister continued to wrap his mind around the events that were unfolding, and the death of his family eating at him, he would come to an in-pass within his own psyche and the man that he once was, the man that was cold and distant, the man that he locked away in the farthest reaches of his mind and soul had broken free from his chains and was once again the dominate personality. Hollister had snapped and for good reason, but the man that was about to be unleashed was far more dangerous then a stoic funeral division commander and one that was truly as cold as ice, his heart blackened and the only thing that drives him would be revenge. They have taken everything from Hollister and forced him into exile, he would become what they created and during this time Exile was born the only thing he has left from his old life is a water stained photo of his family and the memories that still scare his mind and soul.

Though back to those days, when the government was reforming, the natives were ransacking the country and people where falling in line giving away freely the one thing they owned outright, their freedom. Hollister was suffering in the shelter, from his wounds and the burns to his back that he couldn’t medically care for, he was starting to feel the affects of infection and the lacerations to his leg where not healing properly. He could feel foreign debris inside the wound but he couldn’t see it, and he couldn’t remove it without knowing what it was and where it was. His medical training was telling him that if he didn’t seek proper care soon he would die from blood poisoning, or worse; but he still had no idea where he was. It had been already a few days since he was separated from Splinter, and he hadn’t been found yet the odds where not in his favour. Though for Hollister things where about to take a turn for the worse as he would begin to feel the chills of a fever and he knew that it was only a matter of time before he would be incapacitated do to the infection and even taking the antibiotics that were on hand would only stem the bleeding. He would have to gather his supplies, load a pack and venture out into the wilds to seek help or the shelter would become his tomb.

While Exile was preparing to emerge from his tomb and return to the world, once again the fates where working against Exile and he was again going to be on the race for his life, though this time not from the infection that was coursing through his body but the government that had been tracking his whereabouts via his broken but not disabled cell phone. They knew that he had managed to escape capture and where on the prowl for him, knowing that they needed to remove Hollister from the equation before he could bring to light the information that he knew about the new order. Little did the government know how much more important it was to assassinate him now seeing that he witnessed the executions and overheard all their early stage planning while tapped into a channel that even the False Flag had forgotten about.

Hollister gathered the last of the supplies he could carry, took the days dose of medication and climbed the ladder once again to the great unknown. As he rose the the lid and began to emerge, he was welcomed with the smell of pine and freshly ionized air after a summer storm, the ground was wet and a slight drizzle still falling from the heavens, his eyes burned from being under ground for days and once again being exposed to the sun even through the overcast sky, it was far brighter outside then it had been down below. Hollister looked around wiping the haze from his eyes as he glanced around the wooded region to see noting but pine tree’s nicely aligned in rows, and all growing about 6 to 8 feet in hight with a few smaller saplings. He realised that he was at an old Christmas tree farm, one of the few actually remaining farms that provided live tree’s at a reasonable cost. He knew exactly where he was, seeing that he had been here a number of times with his family and as well a few members of his staff, purchasing tree’s for his apartment, office and even for his dedicated staff members. This meant he wasn’t actually that far out of DC and he must have been within the boundaries of Virginia, though he also knew that meant the enemy would be near and he would have to move quickly if he was to remain undetected. The presence of that bunker did worry him a bit, seeing that the tree farmer was a kindly old gentlemen and not one that stood out as a doomsday prepper. Why was it there and so close the river was also troubling to Hollister. Though he couldn’t dwell on the small stuff and needed to get his bearings and find help and quickly nightfall would quickly be upon him and now without shelter he could be in trouble quickly.

He drew the survival knife off his belt and glanced at the compass so that he could get his bearings, Hollister figured if he kept heading south he would eventually find a small town and maybe a doctor if not someone who could tend to the burns on his back, that where aching now with the addition of a pack. So he mustered up his strength and ventured forward, he was improperly dressed for a trek through the woods, but the clothing and boots in the bunker where either way to big for his smaller frame or way to small and he was forced to put his suit and oxfords back on, though now dry but wouldn’t lend him the support or protection from the elements he was going to need for an extended stay in the wilderness. Hollister would begin his journey heading south through the tree farm and keeping his head low, and moving at a slower rate so that he wouldn’t accidentally stumble onto anyone and cause alarm. The last thing he needed was to wander into a government search team and get into a fire fight, or surprise a civilian and cause further alarm.

As he travelled south, the military would be moving into the region from the north and only a few hours behind him this would put his slowed pace in jeopardy and create a serious situation for the battered officer that really couldn’t move much faster do to the injury to his leg. Hollister would travel for a few hours before he clear the tree farm and emerge onto the highway were as luck would have it he would come into contact with the one man who had just about given up the search for Hollister. He would come into contact with Splinter, who was parked on the side of rode, using his phone and speaking with an unknown party. Exile would see Splinter and begin to make his way towards his rescuer, as well he had to warn him that the government forces where only a few clicks behind him. Splinter initially taken by surprise, jumped at the sight of Hollister and started to draw his side arm, but quickly recognised the man and jumped into action, Hollister called out to him, saying that the military was on his trail and they needed to move quickly, Splinter said nothing but grabbed Hollister and riffled through his jacket to find his dead phone. Splinter just shook his head and pulled out the SIM chip and battery and dropped both on the ground and then ground the heel of his shoe into them. He then told Hollister to get into the car and the two drove off to parts unknown. Splinter told him that he was actually lucky to still be alive, as the same way he was tracking him the military was as well and the cell phone should have been discarded at the house. Had he known that Hollister had grabbed his phone on his way out the door, Splinter would have scolded him right there. Though it did become a double edged sword and it allowed for the two men to reconnect, otherwise it could have been lights out for Hollister.

Well what we now know is that Splinter took Hollister to an undisclosed Post Office location, where he would receive emergency medical treatment for his badly infected wounds, though they would have to amputate his right leg below the knee and replace it with a partial cyber leg. His burned back wounds would be harder to manage and require additional care. At this point we loose track of Exile and his journal entries end, though this is the point that we begin to learn about the legend known as Exile and the mass destruction he would bring to those within the False Flag. This man would become known as an Architect and be eventually so feared that the government would stop hunting or even acknowledging his existence, though for Exile he would never forget about the crimes they committed against him. Exile would spend the next course of his life seeking retribution for the death of his family and he would invoke a blood price upon the current UCAS. This man would show the world, that he is just as dangerous as the Presidents Men, and that he is one twisted individual. He would go onto create a specialised form of buckshot that is almost as fine as bird shot, but far more lethal to a human being. He would create this ammunition to be strong enough to penetrate armour and flesh, but not exit the body, these pellets would made like small bear traps, that start of closed and once the penetrate flesh they spring open exposing there spiked and barbed teeth where they grab onto everything and anything inside the body. Also being small enough to get trapped in the bloodstream and travel throughout the body, these shells would be powerful enough to enter and give a very nasty flesh wound that would continue to bleed and as the tiny little traps hundreds at a time made certain that internal bleeding was fast and furious. This would make sure death was certain and as well that it was long and painful, he no longer cared about his own humanity and wished to distribute as mush suffering onto those that choose to serve the tyrants of the False Flag.

This is not where this man would leave off, he was not just a skilled gunner and gunsmith. It seems that he had received training from someone within the Post Office or the Architects seeing that he is also quite skilled in martial combat and with the use of a knife. Well as a funeral director he is already skilled in the use of a blade and very knowledgeable in the human anatomy as well as the injuries of war. This knowledge would make Exile dangerous on many levels, seeing that with his hand to hand training combined with his anatomy and embalming skills he can break most bones with a simple flick of his wrist. He is as deadly as any doctor with a blade, though he has no oath to break, Exiles tools of the trade can be applied to a living target just as easily as they can to a deceased one. This man is a true force to be reckoned with and the last thing anyone ever wants is to be stuck with his auto-injector system, seeing that he keeps that bad boy loaded with embalming fluid. Not enough to be lethal, but enough to render the target immobile and viciously ill as he uses his specialised blade to remove the carotid arteries with a simple flick of the wrist. Thus causing extreme bleeding and almost instant death from exsanguination, he can do this in the heat of battle and without very much preparation, remember Exile is a man that is driven by revenge and hatred. There is no reasoning with him and no time for apologies, the UCAS gave up that chance when the hung his grandson and created the monster they are now trying to forget about.

I used to be a supporter of the UCAS until the most recent developments came to light, I also witnessed first hand the footage that Exile brought forward a few days ago, it seems as if he was able to record the executions and drunken revelry that followed. The images where very disturbing to watch and are also hard to disprove there validity and claim them to be a hoax or propaganda, this man served our nation proudly and never once actually lied to the people of his state. He is a rare find and a very honest man, now I don’t condone the actions he has since taken but I can relate to them and if I witnessed and went through what he did I might have done far worse then he has ever done. The Government deckers are doing their best to keep those files out of the matrix and away from the citizens eyes, as it is very damning and is a great cause for concern. It doesn’t matter what side of this war you are own, we can’t accept a regime that has lowered itself to the execution of children and the murdering of it’s leaders that wouldn’t play ball so they can martyr them latter, claiming these mayors, governors, senators and congressman where innocent victims when in reality they were targets from the get go.

As more and more information is getting leaked out and we are learning that far more former politicians have turned against the UCAS and joined the fringe groups, either by direct support like Lyndon Kingsbury or fighting against them like Jacob Hollister and others this begs to question why and what do these men and women know, what is it that has caused these career politicians to turn against the established government and risk everything in direct defiance. We know why a few of them have given up the political arena and struck out as combatants, though for others they are still bound by their greed and lust for power hence why the system hasn’t just collapsed and we are still stuck in this great revolution. As far as Exile is concerned nothing will be right until the last corrupt agent of the False Flag has been properly disposed of and freedom and liberty returned to the nation. Exile is on a personal quest for justice and he knows that he will never get to see his family again, and their bodies will never be truly put to rest, he is tormented by the memories of what he witnessed and the pain that still courses through his body from the severe burns that he received that summers day of 2018. This man has become a monster, but he wasn’t always that way and locked away is the kindly grandfather that is Jacob Hollister and hopefully one day Exile will be satisfied that justice has been served and the man that we need now more then ever before can be restored. Jacob Hollister is one man that can help restore the honour and pride of this nation, though in his current state as Exile that will never happen and only death will loom within the horizon as he continues his quest for justice and to bring the current system crumbling down around him. Till then we can hope and pray for Exile and hope that he can break free from the shackles that control him currently, and allow for the man that he once was to shine through.

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Douglas Kingsbury (Splinter) or (Seventy-Sixer)

January 26, 2016 by admin Leave a Comment

Membership: Freedom Patriots

Race: Human

Height: 6’0

Weight: 190

Apparent Age: 60

Archetype: Mercenary Adept: Circle Unknown

Preferred Weapon: DAOD Assault Pistol

Runner Song:

Bio: Well it’s time to discuss the man known as Splinter, this killer for hire has been lurking within the shadows for decades. I have only come to learn about his existence while researching the nefarious Taskmaster, so I am sorry it has taken me some time to post this article about Splinter as I wanted to double check my facts and make sure everything was spot on, no need putting myself or my loved ones in jeopardy for falsified information and rumours. Though when it comes to Splinter there are more than a handful of rumours about this man, so sifting through the legends for the truth has turned out to far more difficult then previously thought. Well without further delay, I will begin my reporting on the killer that has haunted the UCAS for generations, sending more then a fair share of honest men to an early grave and single handedly prevented Boston from falling to the UCAS under the attacks brought on by Secretary Robert Grant now referred to as the Shepherd. Splinter would eventually partner up with the Taskmaster and another old timer known as the Dozer. These men would terrorize the Federal District for many years until they would part ways, though according to reports the Taskmaster and Splinter are back in action together, witch means only one thing Dozer is lurking in the background somewhere and I will begin working on the research for Dozer to keep you my readers up to date and informed. Though I might not be long for this world by working on this article, many of the Beats reporters have already perished for their submissions to this site. Also under the new laws of the Ratification publishing on this site is constituted an act of treason and hence forth punishable by death. So we now must worry about the UCAS as well as angering the criminals we are writing about, 2074 has turned out to be a very bad year to be a journalist.

Well sorry for my ranting, so now onto Splinter, this man is first and foremost a Kingsbury, yes that means he is related to both Archibald and Lyndon one an only assume that he is as well a brother since he scarily resembles Lyndon. This has allowed the mystery an myth that is Splinter to grow, as people easily mistake him for his political relative. So this is where things get weird, Splinter has been able to pass himself off many times as the Beholder and slip into locations that normally would be nigh impossible to gain access to, then when investigated Lyndon is cleared do him being on the Senate floor giving an address at the given time. Thus clearing Splinter to strike yet again, and the cycle continues you would figure that the UCAS would learn to keep tabs on the Beholder in an attempt to stale or stop Splinter but this isn’t the case. This man is a legendary assassin and thief, an has become so infamous that he has entire classes at many universities dedicated to studying the work of this killer, and many criminologists have dedicated an entire lifetime to trying to stop and predict Splinter and well that has only ended with lonely nights in the stacks and drowning their woes in cheap gin.

Splinter has become such a household name in the UCAS that many new recruits are warned about him in the academy and many are told that one day he will be the one that brings them to an unfortunate end. The thing about Splinter is that this man just doesn’t kill his subject and move on, now this man kills in such a manner that he has caused many to quit the force just at the thought that one day they may come face to face with Splinter. Death at the hands of Splinter is reported to be very painful from the many reports from various medical examiners and the reason being stems from the specialised form of ammunition this man deploys into his target, besides it being a hollow point bullet made of some unknown matter, it’s what it conceals inside that is the problem, The bullet deploys a device referred to as the spider inside the target once it breaks the skin, this device latches itself onto the targets bones and begins to unravel inside tumbling around and opening up using it’s own momentum to keep the process going and creating an almost spider web like structure as it bounces from bone to bone and eventually breaching out of the target if lucky. The problem here is once it unravels it begins to expand and constrict, crushing bones, tendons and muscle as it tears it’s through the subject. The fibbers of this web are monofilament so not only do they crush as they expand they as well cut and tear through organs and flesh with ease. Causing extreme pain and suffering and eventually death, even a team of surgeons will be unable to repair the damage caused by Splinters deadly web, their have been reports of victims being sliced in fine thin slivers as the web unravels from within, also reports of those that killed themselves by attempting to pull the wire out of their own body like one would a splinter.

Once a target has been shot by Splinter it takes mere seconds for the device to do it’s dirty work, though death still takes it’s sweet time to come unless the target is lucky enough to be decapitated or have there heart punctured. Splinter is not done with his victims at this point either, no this man doesn’t let the dead rest peacefully, no he will continue to desecrate the body further and placing it on display for all to see. He is not shy about his work and doesn’t care if he strikes in broad daylight or the dead of night. To him all is the same as long as his target is vanquished and the world knows who is to blame, Splinter uses terror to control his victims and actually prefers to alert them that he is coming for them and so would begin the cat and mouse game, with Splinter being the big cat and the target being the lowly field mouse. He plays with his victims for sometimes weeks or months before brining them to the final rest, he allows them the time to say goodbye to their loved ones and make all the proper arrangements for their funeral. All the while using mind games to terrorize them and break their will down before giving them the sweet release of death, many of Splinters victims have been reported to welcome death when the time comes. Though there are many that try to resist and fight back against the inevitable these targets normally die a even slower and far more painful death, though Splinter does at times actually pay for the victims funeral an makes all the arrangements himself including the date. Nothing can strike fear in someone’s heart then receiving their own funeral announcement and card in the mail.

So when it comes to Splinter this man is the entire package and doesn’t leave anything to chance, everything is planned an prepared even the exact timing of the targets death, always public or with some sort of witnesses and never in a manner that doesn’t induce the most amount of pain and prolong the death. Just because he tells the victim of their death, doesn’t mean he is going to be humane about and let them pass away peacefully, no for Splinter the death is the grandees show of all. For him it’s the main event and the more painful and the more brutal the death is the better since others will witness his handy work and so the fear will spread like a wildfire. Thus bringing us back to those poor souls that enter into the academy all bright eyed and naive only to have their spirits broken when they are told that one day they might become a victim of Splinter and that day could be tomorrow since he does prowl the academies targeting these new recruits as a form of terrorism. He has been able to slip passed the security numerous times, either portraying himself of as Lyndon or even just another instructor and picking his targets for them only to perish the day before graduation and never achieving their dream of becoming an agent.

Now when it comes to his work during the raids on Boston, Splinter was less an assassin and more just a brutal soldier that would travel around dressed as a colonial officer in all the regalia of the bygone era and act as a spirit of vengeance fighting off the various military camps with nothing but his knife and musket, yes I said a freaking muzzle loading musket and he would bring death to the highly trained soldiers of a modern military. The Soldiers would begin to call him the Ghost of 76 or just the Seventy-Sixer for short, Splinter would simply break the spirits and will of the men thus reducing moral and eventually allowing Archibald’s men to defeat the UCAS and secure Boston for the Patriots without any resistance. Even today the UCAS commanders refuse to even engage Boston do to the fear of the Seventy-Sixer, cause if getting shot with a modern bullet wasn’t bad enough, a musket ball is devastating and if hits a bone that bone is shattered an the balls begins to play pinball inside the human body. It even tears of cyber limbs with a single shot, these weapons where not known for their accuracy or speed, but Splinter is deadly accurate and can fire off faster then humanly possible.

So do to the fear of the Seventy-Sixer the UCAS won’t attack Boston and those that do have obviously forgotten about the legend of the Seventy-Sixer and are willing to gamble with their lives and the lives of their men. If this didn’t already make Splinter a serious threat, the fact that he has been allowed to travel around throughout the years with no contest and no one daring to challenge him, he has been able to spread his legend from coast to coast sending the innocent UCAS agents, military and elected and appointed officials to an early grave. Thus forcing the False Flag to rotate there officials around in a vain attempt to spare them the fate that could await them if Splinter sets his sights on one of them. This man has even slipped into the under fortress of NORAD and taken a victim, that he subsequently brought out of the base and murdered by affixing restraints to the arms and legs of the target and hoisting the subject up in the Vitruvian man pose at the entrance of a train tunnel. Well you can imagine what that man went through and you an bet Splinter would find a way to make sure that death was prolonged. This is what I mean by if they try to avoid there fate, Splinter makes sure death is far more painful and gruesome, as well as very public.

How he would come to be with the Taskmaster and Dozer is unknown but one can say it was destiny since these men all harbour an extreme hatred for the UCAS for various reasons, and what better location to hunt then in the direct backyard of the False Flag. With the Taskmaster already claiming it as his turf and the direct political connection to Lyndon it would be almost destiny that the two would eventually align and begin to wreak havoc on the fledgling government and if wasn’t for the quick thinking of the original leadership of the False Flag to move it’s founders out of the city this trio would have brought the entire system crumbling down in the early days. Though the most ironic aspect to the entire situation is, the one man that is know a sworn ally of the Patriots is the direct cause for the failings of the these three men and yet managed to stay off there radar for decades. The Shepherd would eventually prove to be a great asset to the Patriots, but at one point he was a very serious advisory that would keep the Splinter from being able to fully seize control of the cities lawmakers an use his direct terrorism to bring the entire system crashing down. How this is possible is unknown, but they have Dozer to thank for bringing them directly into the Shepherds radar. When the Dozer would murder the Director of the NSA the Shepherd would become his replacement and begin his crusade against the rebels, thus making life hell for the trio and as well making life hell for anyone who rose up in resistance against the False Flag. Why Splinter didn’t just kill the Shepherd must have had something to do with his kinship with Lyndon and thus bringing us to the prophecies of the Prophet, so one can say the Kingsbury’s have been pulling the Shepherd’s strings for generations.

Well the trio would go on to strike DC with terror as they would use there unique talents to grind the city and eventually the nation to a standstill, with the Taskmaster’s ability to manipulate the minds and break the will of the people to act as his puppets, Splinter being the thing that nightmares are made of and Dozer being able to bring certain death at a moments notice to anyone as well as his ability to manipulate explosive devices to cause the most personal damage but not cause much structural damage. This trio would go on to cause the nation to grind to a halt numerous times as law enforcement would be forced to close down transportation, shut down government buildings and even put the entire country under a mass curfew and cancelling many major events out of the fear of a massive attack from this trio. Lucky for all of us these men would eventually go about there own and allow the country to breath a sigh of relief, seeing that in one year these men caused almost as many deaths as the Vietnam War all throughout the UCAS. These men would directly cause an election to shift, creating the False Flag to loose their poster child and bringing in a new President, though this would eventually prove to be a big mistake and would eventually be dealt with by the Human Resistance Movement. When they would have to assassinate President Jonathan O’Brian, once it was proven that the O’Brian’s were working directly with the Elves of the Tir Na Nog and working in direct association with the False Flag. Though the damage was done and nation was further splintered and it would be left to Splinter to pick up the pieces, the trio no longer together would send Splinter and Dozer back to being roving killers and the Taskmaster to being to guardian of the Federal District.

Well throughout the years Splinter would continue his personal war against the UCAS and continue to modify his technique of the perfect murder. He would target any high profile subject of the UCAS or NAN and continue to subject the people to his special brand of justice, thus allowing the legend to grow and causing a entire generation of law enforcement to quake under the threat of this one man. His legend is still being taught in the academies throughout the nation, and Splinter is still targeting these poor cadets, forever keeping the ghost stories alive and well. Though the scariest aspect of this entire legend is like the return of the Bards, Splinter is back in business an he has Seattle in his sights, he has paired back up with the Taskmaster and Dozer to strike totalitarian terror on the UCAS forces here in Seattle. Also according to my sources, Splinter has once again donned his colonial uniform and has returned this time not just as the legendary assassin Splinter, no he has returned as the master of war himself the Seventy-Sixer has begun to prowl the streets of Seattle. Though this time he has paired up with another old timer that was long since forgotten about a man that fought along side the Ghost of 76′ back in Boston. A man that is just as scary as Splinter and just as deadly, Splinter has joined forces with the warrior known as Enigma the master of the unknown.

So it seems that Seattle has become a staging ground for some of the worst of the worst of the olden days, and they all have there sights set on restoring the city back to it’s former glory. They are destined to return to the days of Old Seattle, the days before the UCAS occupation, the days before the War of the Shadows and the days when just going to the grocery store could be fatal for an average citizen. Seattle might be where the big dogs prowl, but we have grown past their brutal days and we need to move past the days of the runners and let their ilk fade away like outlaws of the Old West. What the future holds is uncertain, but what is certain is that Splinter is back in action an this means that fear will once again paralyse the city with uncertainty and rivers of blood flow in his wake. This is one Kingsbury that needs to be removed and forgotten, to vote for Lyndon is to reinforce the actions of Splinter and Colonial, these men are terrorists their brother is the Beholder a domestic terrorist himself yet allowed to remain in elected office. Unless you want to be placed under the nightmarish regime of the Kingsbury’s, vote for Johnson. The Kingsbury’s are criminals with criminals in there pockets, they can call down far worse then the government storm troopers. These men can unleash the likes of Category 5, The Unforgiven, The Rough Riders and even the likes of Dozer and Enigma if this doesn’t bother or frighten you then take a quick look around at what these men have done to our fair city. The Patriots are a plague that need to be cured before they infect and kill us all, they may call the UCAS a cancer that needs to be removed but these men are fighting an illegal war, killing innocent civilians and setting race relations back over 200 years to call them anything but a parasitic plague is being nice.

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Herbert Meisner (Taskmaster)

January 26, 2016 by admin Leave a Comment

Membership: Brothers Grimm

Race: Human

Height: 5’8

Weight: 155

Apparent Age: 50

Archetype: Physical Adept: Circle Unknown

Preferred Weapon: Katana

Runner Song:

Bio: So it is with a weary heart that I must be the poor soul to revel yet another member of the infamous Brothers Grimm and this member is so twisted and so evil that even Satan himself has turned away from the Taskmaster. This brother is from the Meisner family that has already given us maniacs like Vortex and Everest, and yet the long lost brother of Vortex has been lurking within the shadows ever since the Great Ghost Dance and has been reeking havoc on the UCAS ever since. The Taskmaster is a man without a very soul and he has no concern about using and abusing people to get exactly what he desires, for the Taskmaster it is only a means to an end and this justifies all the abuse he dishes out on a daily basis to those he unwillingly serve this maniac. The Taskmaster has managed to remain off the radar for as long as he has by using unsuspecting victims to perform his dirty work, he has innocent people kill, steal and commit treason for him on a daily basis. These people are forced to perform these nefarious acts or suffer greatly under the wrathful vengeance of the Taskmasters cane. This man fears no retribution from his brainwashed servants and cares little if he sends them to an early grave since, he can easily replace any victim he slaughters. To him people are nothing but livestock and their are a dozen more waiting to serve him eagerly, so for the Taskmaster sending one to slaughter is all part of the game he plays on a daily basis.

The Taskmaster got his start back in 2018 and has been in action ever since, though their are some reports the indicate this killer has been in operation long before 2018 and when it comes to the Brothers Grimm, I can tend to believe that he is far older and far more powerful the we will ever know. Herbert Meisner originally worked in the government and served inside the Homeland Security Division as both the Director and then the Secretary of Homeland Security for two presidents. This man has been a company man for most of his early adult life and long before he shed his skin and became the terror known as Taskmaster. He served in the United States Marine Corps and then entered the Central Intelligence Agency before moving over the Homeland Security Division after a short stint with the National Security Agency. Lets just say Director Meisner was purview to many of our nations greatest secrets and until the Great Ghost Dance he served the American People with honour and pride. Though now a man that was once in charge of our national security and the ear to the President is now working along side the likes of the Deaths Hand and Freedom Patriots inside the nefarious Brothers Grimm.

This man has been trained by the best in our government and fully knows how to blend and vanish, torture, brainwash, and assassinate with ease. He traded his conscience in along time ago and ever since the Taskmaster has been on the warpath bringing down anyone that stands in his way, this man has toppled regime after regime and brought many a dictator and warlord to an early grave. People who say that are government doesn’t have sanctioned assassins surly has never read the dossier of Herbert Meisner. This man’s jacket reads like a murder mystery novel and his travel documents place him in exotic locations at the exact time and date of the mysterious disappearance or death of the regions warlord and his council. Everest of the Brothers Grimm might have been a legendary cleaner and assassin, but the Taskmaster is far superior to even the fabled Everest in most instantaneous. The Taskmaster when he was working for the government, was the only man that could easily blend in with the Teflon coated politicians in Washington and in the same breath order the extinction of an entire tribe of people without a care in the world. Do to his callous nature he would become a favoured problem solver for anyone in the ivory tower, and his service record proves that he was more than willing to oblige them but for a price. That price being his own personal gain and advancement through the hallowed halls of the agencies that he would serve and even circumvent with his many actions.

The Taskmaster would his government contracts and the favours he would accumulate to further his own nefarious plots and this would become evident once he would be appointed Secretary of Homeland Security and use the Patriot Act as his own personal police act. It was during his tenure in the cabinet that Herbert would amass his vast wealth and secure his choke hold over many of the domestic militia groups. He would use the fear of the Patriot Act to manipulate and control these armed terrorists to perform actions for him under the guise of patriotism. The Taskmaster was able to keep himself squeaky clean, as the militia members would fall on his sword. This would allow the Taskmaster to begin to further his political agenda, while staying in the chess game that he started while he was a director of the Homeland and prior to that within the National Security Agency. The Taskmaster would use the fear of terrorism to further his gain, the more the people demanded security, the more the people were willing to sacrifice their civil liberties the tighter his grip became. As the politicians would pressure Herbert to secure the nation, he would be granted more and more power as well creating a bubble that would protect him from any form of prosecution. This man knew exactly what he was doing and as the years slipped by he would end up having control over many of the domestic terrorists, and using them as chess pieces to further his own nefarious end.

Though for this career politician and assassin, even the Taskmaster has a line that he wouldn’t cross. Yes he might have been able to chock hold the nation and use the corrupt politicians as his personal errand boys. He would become aware of something far more nefarious that was being unleashed and this would go against everything the Taskmaster spent his career setting up. He would learn that the government he was serving and manipulating was about to play their hand, and four aces trumped the full house he was holding, this was the beginning stages of the Great Ghost Dance, the Nights of Blood and the Great Government Cover Up. He would learn that the President, Vice President, Speaker and Majority and Minority leader would fully alley themselves with the Native Americans that where beginning to show signs of an uprising. This was not in his plans and the Taskmaster needed to put an end to the uprising before it would become a problem for him down the road. Though he might have been in a place, to be purview to valuable intelligence, he was left out of the loop when it came to the full details and actions of the incoming disastrous, assassinations and sheer civilian casualties that would follow in the wake of this deadly alliance.

So according to records and documents that have been recovered during this time, it seems that days before the attacks the leaders of these fringe units would be sent encoded transcripts from the Department of Homeland Security with detailed intelligence of the attacks. People like Archibald Kingsbury, Edward Davis, Warner Buckley, Woodrow McDaniel and Albert Grimm would receive details of the impending attacks and the reports that would implicate the Government in the their alliance, knowledge and direct support of the disasters that would follow. The only issue was do to the government being slow to release information and Herbert not being on the list of trusted advisor’s, he would only find this intelligence out hours not days ahead of time. This would not give the people any time to prepare a counter assault, and barely give them the time to brace for the impact as the natives magic would ravage and rape the country. Causing volcanic eruptions throughout the pacific north west, violent earthquakes throughout the nation and send both wave of magical energy and spiritual assault to slaughter hundreds of thousands of American citizens in a matter of seconds. With the aftermath and after shocks killing thousands of more, what would follow would be when Herbert Meisner would vanish and the Taskmaster would be born.

Once the smoke would clear and the people where trying to cope with the mass casualties and destruction that had accord in a blink of an eye, both the Native Americans and the American Government would spring into action. Herbert would learn that the military was ordered to seal their bases off from the citizens seeking shelter, as well to be sent out to police the cities under attack, and on the east coast. They where under orders to capture and detain any media personal, government employee that was not on the approved list, paramilitary agencies, true patriots, conspiracy theorists and anyone that spoke out publicly against the current administration. Herbert knew that this was not a list for arrest, but a hit list and the government was using the attacks as a way to call martial law and make these people vanish. Knowing the general citizen would be blind to what was actually under way and would be crying for protection. The Government would use the Patriot Act as there shield, and Herbert would now have to deal with his own policies being used against him. You would think that this man would have been deeply embedded with the system and would be immune to the repercussions of the attacks, but thats where you are wrong. Secretary Meisner never played by the rules, and was a thorn in the side to many in the positions of authority. He knew how to play the game and knew how to manipulate the system to his advantage but this also made him a loose end. Herbert had showed in the past that he doesn’t play well with others and that he would not be willing to play ball with a striping of total freedom and slaughter of the same people he was manipulating and using to further his own agenda. Also his alliance with Albert and Arthur Grimm would make those in power very nervous, painting a bullseye directly on his chest. So as he predicted not minutes after the nation would be ravaged by the natives magic, he would receive a knock on his office door and as he was clearing out his desk, he would be staring down four armed soldiers ready to make Secretary Meisner vanish forever.

Though the powers that be made one simple oversight in their assassination attempt of Herbert, they forgot to take into account that he was a physical adept and one of the most deadly CIA assassins the company had ever seen. He might have spent many years in Washington as a politician, but Herbert never allowed his skills to rust and he always kept himself in prime shape and keeping his skills sharp. So when the soldiers kicked the door in to his office and unleashed the flash bangs. Meisner has already taken cover under his desk, and more the ready to engage his assailants, when the smoke cleared and the soldiers entered the room with assault rifles at the ready they where not prepared to face a opponent that was as well unaffected by the stun grenades and as well armed with diamond edged katana that was humming with magical energy. The soldiers began opening fire into the room as they spread out into a diamond formation in hopes to murder the politician as he was reeling from the affects of the flash bangs and they could make short work of an skilled target. Well as Meisner took cover under his desk, he counted the footsteps of the soldiers and listened for the tell tale sign of a reload, knowing that all government strike teams worked in the same manner and he would have mere seconds to emerge from his cover and strike down the approaching soldiers. He counted and he knew they would be only a matter of feet from his desk, as they ran out of ammo and this would put them in a wedge formation as two soldiers would hold position at the front of his desk, while the other two would take up the left and right flank and this was when he needed to surprise them with a sudden blinding attack with his blade.

Secretary Meisner played it cool and waited till he heard the steps coming around his desk, he could hear the sounds of the magazines being cleared. The room filled with smoke from the grenades and acrid sent of gun smoke filled the room as Meisner emerged from under his bullet ridden desk, he swung his blade with suck speed in an upward trajectory catching the soldier on his right side between the legs and driving the blade straight up through his pelvis and straight through his stomach and rib cage, It sliced through the soldiers armour like a hot knife through butter as the poor solider didn’t even know he was dead as he his body slide apart spilling his viscera onto the floor, the other soldiers turned in shock and horror not expecting Herbert to still be alive, thats when he using the momentum he achieved from his first strike he grabbed the handle of his katana with his off hand and using both hands he spun around and brought the blade screaming down into the second soldier that was near the front of his desk. The blade dug in deep into the soldiers collar bone and kept slicing till it slide free from the other side, the soldier stood their in shock as he took his last breath. Meisner’s body hummed with magical energy as he continued his assault releasing his off hand from the sword he brought the blade up and spun towards the third soldier and in a single strike he cleaved the man’s head clear off his body. As the forth and final solider was raising his weapon towards the Herbert, the soldiers face showed the expression of horror as he witnessed first hand what a well trained adept is capable of and knowing that this was going to be his last day on earth. He attempted to draw down and fire on Meisner, though for the poor solider he would never have the reaction time to be able to even return fire onto his assailant and would be struck with Herbert’s blade. After decapitating the third solider Meisner would once again grab the swords handle with his off hand, using the momentum he had gained with the first three kills he bring the blade up high and as the last soldier was raising his weapon towards Meisner, his sword would connect with all his might directly at the top of the soldiers helmet. cutting through the kevlar weave with ease and slicing the poor solider in two from skull to groin. Meisner would in the same move side kick the body and send it flying into the wall. As the soldier was flying towards the wall unknowing that he was even dead, Meisner just stood their for a few seconds as the body slammed into the wall and split into two pieces. Meisner smirked as he watched the man’s organs slide out of the severed carcass and amass on the floor.

Once the last enemy had perished, Meisner cleaned the his swords blade off on the clothing of the fallen soldier at his feet then sheathed the weapon as if nothing had ever occurred he picked up his briefcase, hut his top coat on over his blood stained suit and shirt, walked out of his office grabbing his fedora on the way out. His face covered in blood and his shoes leaving bloody foot prints behind him as, he casually walked out of the building as all hell was breaking loose around him. Meisner would vanish into the night that evening, and only to emerge again as the terror known as the Taskmaster, He would learn that his family would be killed, do to their connection to him and he would learn that situation was far bigger then anyone had ever realised, he would learn that powers to be had set into motion something that couldn’t be undone and would eventually lead to full fledge war with the innocent citizens being the pawns of this struggle for power. The Government horrified that they failed to assassinate Herbert in his office and after seeing the video footage would attempt to scorn the Taskmaster by blasting him as a traitor and murderer, though all this did was further his resolve and cause him to dig in deeper into the fight against the Government. This once servant of the eagle was soon to become their worst nightmare.

The Taskmaster knew that it was to late for any civilities and that the powers that be had gone to far, the people where divided, the military was divided and battles for survival where breaking out all across the nation. Even in DC the powers that be where struggling to hold onto there own power grab as they were learning that some people where not as easy to silence as predicted. The memo that he had faxed out to the various people had allowed them to rally their people and begin to take up arms in defence, as well begin to rescue a vast majority of the people that were targets of government assassins. Do to the Taskmaster the simple take over had turned into a full fledged rebellion and that the American people would not simply just roll over and accept their fate. As the Nights of blood would begin, mercenary’s and rebels would be ready for the attacks and push many native forces out of various cities mostly on the eastern seaboard, where the middle of the county would suffer greatly under the assaults of the larger native forces. Though do to the chaos that would ensue, the powers that be would not be prepared for actions of some within DC like Warpath, Warhawk, and even the Taskmaster as they would almost bring the entire situation crashing down and bring an end to the governments attempt to seize full and unlawful control of the nation.

With the assassinations of those in direct power by Warpath and Warhawk exposing the tyranny as he fled the city. This would leave the Taskmaster to finish this assault, and attempt to bring piece if not through the use of total power. The Taskmaster would not leave Washington DC in the beginning as he didn’t fear the government strike teams and cared little for the native forces that where rampaging into the city and slaughtering any pale skinned citizen they can across. As his blade drank much native blood that day, and the natives learned quickly that the Taskmaster was one gringo that was not to be engaged, and just avoid him at all costs. Though during this time, when most of the nation was under a communication blackout, Meisner was still able to use his cellular phone do to his government connections. He quickly removed the tracking and listening device inside the phone and made one phone call to a man that he knew would be on his side and had his ear directly to the streets. He would contact the concierge of crime, a man that was also deeply involved in the political scene and was a direct ally of his. He would contact the Secretary of Defense Mr. Woodrow McDaniel, knowing that he would have the ability to shut the pentagon down and as well help in the ceasing of this needless assault.

The two men spoke briefly on the phone and agreed to meet at a local coffee house to discuss their plans to end this assault. Taskmaster made his way directly to the agreed meeting location deep with the ghettos of DC, knowing that the location would be safer then anywhere else. Since the natives and government forces wouldn’t strike this troubled region do to the large gang presence. Gangs are not known for just rolling over, and any chance they would have to strike out at the government they would through caution to the wind and come out shooting. So the blood stained Taskmaster entered the coffee house, he would be greeted by a suspicious glares from the patrons not used to seeing a pale skinned gentlemen enter there establishment let alone one well dressed and blood soaked. The Taskmaster glanced around and noticed that Secretary McDaniel was already waiting for him in the rear of the coffee house, he was flanked by an African American dressed in professional attire, and obviously packing heat. Mr. McDaniel was seated in the booth drinking his coffee as he waived the Taskmaster over. As Meisner approached Mr. McDaniel rose and extended his hand, like normal he was immaculately and smartly dressed and blatantly caring a large pistol under his suit jacket. Meisner shook his hand and greeted his old friend. As Taskmaster got seated a young waitress brought a steaming cup of coffee to the table for Herbert and then quickly left, Woodrow then looked up at the imposing gentlemen on his flank, he raised two fingers on his left and thats all his guard needed to see as he began to clear the place out. Telling the patrons that it was time to leave and that the coffee house would be closed for renovations, the people at first ignored his request though once he drew a very larger pistol from under his jacket the people got the idea and started to vacate. The guard quickly went to the door flipped the sign and turned the lock, as another elderly gentlemen emerged from the kitchen area. The presence of the new patron initially unnerved Herbert, though he figured it was one of Mr. McDaniel’s people. The gentlemen was barley tall enough to see over the counter, dressed in a black suit and tie, his face showed the signs of age as the lines on is face where deep and profound. He only said a few words to the man at the door, “Dembe, the rear has been secured.” he then tapped the bulge under his jacket. Dembe responded with “Front as well secure Mr. O’Doyle, though we only have 10 minutes before the police arrive.”

Meanwhile at the table the two began to speak about there plans and what needed to be done, two friends and two members of the cabinet initially started off with small talk till Mr.O’Doyle spoke up “Sir, we don’t have time for civil niceties.” Woodrow just nodded and said, well lets just get to the point Taskmaster.” The use of that name took Meisner by surprise but he quickly shook it off knowing that he was sitting across from a close friend and the infamous Mr. Black. Woodrow continued, “First off, I was usurped within the pentagon like you were in the homeland, the powers that be fear men like us for they can not control us. They want the yes man, and we are not those men. we are men of action and I can guarantee you that they will be dealing with a partial military uprising as I have been able to pass word to a few locations before the phone lines in my office went dead.” The two men continued to speak about how they needed to strike at the heart of the order, and that they needed to breach the Pentagon again and send out a broad communication on the national broadcast channel to the nation. They needed to use the pentagon’s radios since they were powerful enough to reach across the nation and also would be the only communication network that was not being silenced by the government goons.” The Taskmaster also offered as secondary strategy that they flood the DC underground with a noxious gas that would render all within the protected vaults and shelters a sudden case of death as well as strategically timed assault on the capital.” This would render all those involved with the power play that went to the vaults for protection would be dealt with, and the assault on the Capital building would take care of those that remained or where slow to seek shelter.

The two men agreed that this was the best alternative and as they finished their meeting, they agreed that they would meet at the carpool near the Pentagon in an hour. Mr. McDaniel and his goons slipped out the back as Meisner exited from the front puling his cell phone out he began dialling his phone reaching out to another friend and contact that he knew was in the city, a man more then capable of supplying and handling the gaseous death machine they needed at such a short notice. Meisner barley got to his car before he was knocked to his feet from a sudden explosion, he turned and saw that the coffee house was nothing but rubble and engulfed in flames. As Meisner picked himself up, he could hear his contact and friend on the other end of the phone as he reached down to pick it up “Cheerio old chap.” Meisner put the phone to his ear and entered the car, preparing to vacate the scene of the crime. He continued his conversation, “Ah yes old friend, you still in DC.” on the other end “Unfortunately yes, all bloody hell is breaking loose. I am in the process of packing up to evacuate.” Meisner “Well, I have something I need you to help me with. It will be more then worth your time, and I will pay you double for the trouble.” The Englishman on the other end “You have my full attention, my good man.” so Meisner continued on with the plan, explaining how they needed someone to unleash a highly lethal toxic gas into the filtration systems of the under city vault structures. As he drowned on with the plan, he could almost sense the crazy Englishman he was speaking with loosing his focus s he cold hear the clanking of metal. The Englishman cut Meisner off abruptly with “Consider it done old chap, it sounds like it will be jolly fun indeed, just transfer 500,000 dollars into my account old man and it’s a deal.” there was a pause for a few seconds as Meisner began to access his account, when the voice on the the other end chimed up again. “Well since it’s against you good old yanks, make it 250,000.” He then started laughing and the sound of clanking metal continued in the background. Meisner agreed to the terms chuckling, I knew I could count on you Chemist, you crazy old Brit. Meisner began the transfer of funds and gave him the further details and explained the time frame, as soon as the money was transferred Meisner hung up and prepared to contact another one of his friends for the second stage of the attack.

As Meisner was on route to the carpool, he dialled his phone once again reaching out to another friend of his, a man that would as well have the man power to lend a helping hand to the siege of the capital building. As well this gentlemen wouldn’t ask questions and owed Meisner a few favours for some government contracts he secure for him in the past. So it would only be the sacrificing of muscle and to Meisner that was a worthy trade off. He reached out to his friend Albert Grimm also known as Asmodeus on the streets, Albert picked up the phone quickly, Meisner quickly cut the social niceties short, saying he didn’t have the time for social graces. Albert mentioned I assume you are calling in a favour, in regards to what is going on, Herbert answered abruptly and explained the situation and the plan to his friend and ally; ending with I do hope you have the man power in the city to assist. Albert responded, yes I do and I will send some of my eager children to the capital building armed and ready to kill in the name of freedom. After this we are square, as I am sacrificing many good men to help you Herbert. He agreed once again to the terms and then he fully explained the plans and when to have his men strike. Giving him the orders to leave no one alive, kill and keep killing until the hallowed halls run red in rivers of blood. Albert laughed, I can make sure that is arranged and I will give you a bonus for free my friend. I will see if my brother Arthur is interested as well as my dear friends Yale and Sherman would be wanting some payback. Herbert responded with excellent Albert, I owe you a steak dinner after this is all over. The two men had a long hard laugh and hung up. Meisner put his phone away as he pulled into the carport, to meet up with Mr. McDaniel and his men that were already there standing by an black late 90’s cargo van. All hell was breaking out all round them, the city was in chaos, gunfire could be heard in the distance as the two once government agents stood face to face preparing to siege one of the most secure buildings in the nation and strike directly at the heart of the nations military. For Meisner this was payback, and for McDaniel this was going to be both sweet revenge and as well business as normal, Meisner explained that he took care of the second stage of the attack and it should be under way shortly. McDaniel clasped his hand, smiled and said excellent Taskmaster, this will be our blow for Lady Liberty. With that the Meisner, McDaniel, Mr. O’Doyle, Dembe a man that introduced himself as Mr. Murdock and another older professionally dressed gentlemen that introduced himself as Mr. Dean along with a handful of obviously hired guns. Meisner just looked over Mr. Murdock and Mr. Dean, thinking that those men look better suited for the classroom or boardroom then a battlefield, but hell he also didn’t fit the bill of a serious professional killer if one judged a book by it’s cover.

Well the events that occurred inside the Pentagon on that day are lost to history and even though I have been able to uncover many documents and journals from most of the players of the operation, including encrypted audio recordings of the phone conversations that transpired. I have been unable to retrieve any video documentation of the assault. It’s almost as if it never existed, though we know the mission happened and it is considered a day of remembrance in the UCAS as countless lives where lost for what appeared to be an act of treason against our nation. The men assaulted the Pentagon with such speed and ferocity that the soldiers guarding the building never stood a chance and fell one by one and littered the halls like discarded balls of crumpled paper. As the men assaulted the Pentagon, the blood of our soldiers and civilians ran like a river between Mr. McDaniel and his intimate knowledge of the Pentagons inner workings and the computer skills of Mr. Murdock they where able to reach and access the broadcast booth. Both Secretary McDaniel and Secretary Meisner entered there access cards and uploaded a pre-recorded distress call sent out all across the nation from sea to shining sea, the nation heard the voices of the Secretaries of Defense and Homeland tell the citizens to distrust the government, rise up and defend yourself from any and all suspected agents of the current regime. They also warned the people of the incoming native attacks and to seek shelter where ever you can, war has come to American soil and we are now fighting directly for our way of life. Before long sounds of gunfire could be heard in the background of the message, as it went from pre-recorded to spoken. Mr. Murdock’s voice can be heard saying we have company and they do not look pleased, seems they don’t want to invite us to dinner before the broadcast went back to an recorded loop of the previous message. Now we know that Mr. Murdock, Mr. Dean, Mr. O’Doyle, Dembe, Mr. McDaniel and Mr. Meisner made it out of the building without injury though the hired guns laid dead and discarded in the blasted inner sanctum of the Pentagon.

Meanwhile across town, the Chemist and the Children of Asmodeus were hard at work with the second stage of the Taskmasters plan. According to the Chemist things would have been for naught had it not been for Arthur also known as Slimer, Yale also known as the Pharmacist and Sherman also known as the Shyster. the additional support of three highly skilled combatants allowed for the maximum impact to be felt within the capital building and cause countless lives to be lost of many senators, and congressman that where ruthlessly butchered by the heartless killers. As they left the capital building with bullets exploding all around them, the Shyster chanted some old archaic words and tossed a massive fireball into the building causing once again for our Capital to burn and trapping the innocent souls inside to deal with the Chemists and the Pharmacists toxins that had been unleashed inside. The Three men slowly walked down the capital steps as explosions erupted around them screams echoed through the night, and as Slimer pulled out a cigar part of the flag that once flew proudly on the dome of the capital gracefully fell to ground in front of them. Slimer leaned down and ignited his cigar with the burning flag, and said “All in a day’s work my friends.” as they would one by one vanish into the night.

The Taskmaster could hear the emergency broadcast, echoing throughout the streets from the cities many speakers he could see the glow in the distance of the burning capital and knew that they had given this new regime a black eye and hopefully struck hard enough to topple it before it would grow. Though we all know that all they did was strengthen the resolve of our government and cause them to rise once again, stronger then before and all the needless killing of the innocent lives in DC was all it took to rally the people behind our broken leaders. The nation mourned and still mourns the death of the President, Vice President, and all the Congressman and Senators that perished at the hands of those terrorists. Not to mention all the lives that where lost during the raid on the Pentagon, we were told to accept our native friends and not resist in anyway, if the people had just listened to our trusted leaders instead of radicals the amount of innocent lives that where lost would have been minimal and the Ghost Dance was not a real thing, yet it was the eruptions and earthquakes that caused all the death and destruction. The Ghost Dance is a fable that is told by those that wish to seek harm on our native friends. This could have all been prevented if Meisner and others like him had just left well enough alone and allowed for progress to move forward instead of holding onto the outdated ideals of raciest’s, and bigots.

Well this will not be the last time we will have to deal with the Taskmaster, and his corruption and manipulative ways. This man will rise to power many times throughout the next fifty plus years and with each time, he will remain cloaked in the shadows using the innocent to perform his dirty work, The Taskmaster cares little for anything other then toppling the system that was built out of the chaos he and his old timer friends caused in August of 2018 and he will not rest nor will he ever submit to the will of the proper authority. The Taskmaster has involved himself with the Civil War, and once he got involved in the war that ripped our nation in two it was almost certain that the UCAS would loose. The Taskmaster still knows the Federal District like he knows the back of his hand and this man has connections to many of the worlds criminal originations, terrorist cells and freedom fighters that all look up to this man as if he is a God and will follow any command he gives with zealous further and even sacrifice themselves in the process. All knowing that if the Taskmaster is displeased, death is a blessing cause he is a brutal man that will beat his subjects to the brink of death only to have them beg him to put them out their misery as they don’t deserve to live. He is quick to oblige them and bring them to there end in a brutal fashion. This man see’s people as livestock and puts no value on life, as to him we are nothing but tools to be used and then discarded when broken or outdated, why people follow this man’s whim to the end of the earth is unknown, but this is why he would become a serious power player during the Civil War and with his countless zealous subjects, and his vast knowledge of the Federal District, including the Pentagon, Capital Building, NSA building and the White House. He was able to secure surgical strikes on these locations daily by throwing his living bombs at them, he was able to apply enough pressure at one location he would weaken the security at another, that would allow him to slip past the security and strike once again at the throat of the government. He would be able to steal documents, slaughter soldiers, and kill our commanders keeping a continual rotation of generals and admirals so that when it came to the war our military would be hoping from one foot to another as troop movements and other tactile data would vanish and nobody could seem to stop the Taskmaster. The military and police would kill his men and it seemed the more they killed the more he would have swarm to his side and loyally sacrifice themselves, understanding that they where disposable and to die for their harsh taskmaster would be a honour.

Now it wouldn’t just be do to the Taskmaster that the Civil War was won by the Confederates, between their southern tenacity, The Brothers Grimm, Bogeyman, The Brotherhood of Mercenaries under General Buckley and even the Freedom Patriots getting involved along with many other freelance agents that would rather see the Stars and Bars rise then a total domination under what they called the False Flag. The Civil War was along hard fight but would eventually become a victory for the south as the UCAS would be forced to surrender under the pressure of further attacks directly at there homeland and the war was loosing popularity with the people do to the issue of brother killing brother that plagued the nation during the first Civil War back in the 1800’s. Though again this wouldn’t be the last time we would have to deal with the Taskmaster and his brood of mindless drones, this man would continue to apply the pressure in the Federal District to the point that new laws needed to put in place to keep civilians away from certain locations and allow the security and military forces to use lethal force at even the threat of one of the Taskmasters children being in the area. Needless to say this didn’t make the government popular, cause once the Taskmaster got wind of this he would set up an event that will go down in history as the Great Christmas Massacre of 2030. He knew that the White House had been closed to the people do to the new laws and no citizen was allowed within 100 yards of the fence, so what this monster did was he rallied together hundreds of citizens from all over to converge on the White House in a candle light service. He then mixed in his own brainless servants into the crowd, knowing that the military guards would see the Taskmasters people and under direction from there commanders they would open fire into the crowd of innocent civilians. That were just gathering for a prayer service at the fence of their White House, well according to survivors of that night as the faithful light their candles and a light snow began to fall as they broke out into the classic war time Christmas hymn “Silent Night” peace could be felt throughout the crowd when one of the Taskmasters people slowly stepped into the kill zone sacrificing himself for the betterment of the cause. A nervous young soldier named Richard Fellows got nervous and just following orders he opened fire with his automatic rifle in the direction of the straggler, no warning given, just a hail of gunfire into the direction of the wondering citizen. His bullets ripped into the citizen, the preacher and countless others causing a mass panic and as the crowd began to run in every witch direction even more soldiers began to open fire on the panicking crowd. causing a already bad situation to turn into a tragedy as hundreds lay broken, bleeding, dying or dead from their own governments soldiers. A government that these people gladly supported and what made this even worse for those in power was that it was caught live on camera from multiple media sources that where their reporting on the peaceful Christmas service.

When the people demanded justice for the senseless slaughter, the government handed over 18 year old private Richard Fellows as the sacrificial lamb to face the murder charges of hundreds of innocent souls. This poor private just 18, would not live to see his 20th birthday as he was publicly executed by hanging at the base of the Washington Monument in the countries first public execution in over a century. He would be hung to death on the eve of his birthday and his lasts words where a tear filled apology to the families of the victims. The nations blood lust sedated, but for the Taskmaster this was just the start and he would continue to exploit these new laws that where put in place do to him. He would send many an innocent to the gallows and cause the deaths of countless citizens, this would continue like this for ten years till the people outraged with all the senseless slaughter would pressure their law makers to remove the statute in place again thus opening the door wide open for the Taskmaster to strike directly at the throats of those inside DC.

It wouldn’t be as bad if this man only struck at the Federal District, though he as well had his sights set on Denver, Los Angeles, Seattle and New York. So even when the laws in the Federal District where keeping the Taskmaster somewhat at bay for the time being he was able to continue his wrath on other major cities throughout the Nation and Denver would burn on a number of occasions as well riots breaking out throughout many of the nation cities. The Taskmaster could care less about the innocent lives, all he wanted to do was make sure the country burned and those that he claims stole the power and murdered his friends and family would pay the ultimate price with their lives. The events that would transpire in the other cities are nothing special, just senseless killing. Though some of the events would fall in time with a shadow operation, keeping the authorities busy elsewhere and allowing the runners to succeed. Though his main focus was and still is with the hallowed halls of DC and it seems that the Taskmaster considers this town to be his yard and he is the big dog.

The Taskmaster does have one mortal enemy that has been plaguing him for many a year and thus the only reason that he has not been fully able to cripple the Federal District and this man is known by many who view this sight as Legion and the Taskmaster has been hunting this man ever since his brother Everest failed to kill him many years earlier. They claim that this man is the lynch pin in this thing called the False Flag and European Legion, they claim that if they bring him down everything will crumble around him. Though we know that our system is not going to crumble if one man is killed, so I feel again they are preaching there hateful rhetoric and for some reason have pegged this innocent soul as public enemy number one. Though sadly for Legion he nearly meet his demise the one and only time he engaged the Taskmaster in a duel, the Taskmaster made short work of Legion and schooled him in the art of sword play, quickly breaking his focus and severing Legions sword arm and both his legs in two quick strikes of his sword. The Taskmaster then drove his sword through Legions chest, and was pulling the blade up through his chest cutting him in twine before a beaten Legion looked up at Taskmaster, smiled and vanished from thin air. Leaving Taskmaster standing their with a blood soaked sword glowing bright blue and dripping Legions blood onto the ground as sirens could be heard in the distance. Though according to eyewitnesses and the video surveillance of the duel, before the Taskmaster sheathed his blade and slipped into the shadows, the blood on his sword was absorbed causing the blade to glow even brighter and the ring on his left hand as well began to glow the same deep blue. The Taskmaster then vanished into the night with a cat that just ate the canary look on his face, he was long gone by the time the police arrived and the case is still ongoing.

Now back to this man, and his antics we know that the Taskmaster is to blame for the many assassinations that have accord in the Federal District and the steady stream of attacks that haunt the Homeland Division, and the NSA building. It seems that the Taskmaster is nor done causing problems for his old stomping ground, the problem with this is that he is able to slide into these buildings with ease and steal and kill whomever he wants. Nobody can seem to stop the Taskmaster from entering these buildings and even with a tighter security it just doesn’t seem to matter. Though as the years have progressed this maniac has gotten worse and his children seem to be growing in number, you can’t go anywhere in the Federal District without running into one of his loyal subjects that have begun to worship this man as a god,.It’s like the Cult of the Man in White in Seattle just on a larger scale within the Federal District, and these fanatics know that he is at war with the establishment and are more then willing to die for their Lord and Master even though they may never have met the Taskmaster they blindly follow this man straight to their graves. The Taskmaster is more then willing to allow these subjects to lay their lives down for him, so he can continue his assault on the district. Also what is bothersome is that these cults are springing up in Denver, Seattle, Butte, Los Angeles and Portland Maine, so it seems that the legend of the Taskmaster has grown and his grasp over peoples very minds and souls has become so strong that he can now plague multiple cities at the same time.

Though in the present, with the Confederate forces occupying the Federal District, you would think this would bother a man that considers the Federal District to be his yard, but remember one of those name he alerted of the attacks back in 2018, yes the Taskmaster has contact with then Klu Klutz Klan Grand Wizard Edward Davis and now President Davis of the Confederate States of America. He is friendly with the ball of anger that rules both the KKK and the Sons of the True Confederacy, a man that was elected President of the Confederacy and now there is no man brave enough to run against Davis. The Taskmaster is fine with the Davis’s forces occupying the Federal District cause it allows him to continue his work in the city and one day he can watch as the FDC burns again. The Taskmaster and Davis are working as a symbiotic relationship, each one benefiting the other. The Taskmaster wants the city to burn and those that support the False Flag to perish and Davis wishes the same so each man’s agenda is mutually beneficial and as the Taskmaster continues to strike the government buildings, and having his children creating chaos keeping the police busy thus allowing the Confederate forces to become victories throughout the city. Also it appears that the current administration learned nothing from the past and has not only reinstated the Taskmaster’s friend Woodrow McDaniel as Secretary of Defence,the gave him the ability to create a special division of the Department of Defence called the Post Office. Though he might not be within the Pentagon, this has as well allowed the Taskmaster to gain access to many locations that would be barred from him and according to my records it seems that the Taskmaster is part of this Post Office now and again the two Secretaries are working side by side once again. This means that the Taskmaster will have ultimate access to any government location, he will be able to strike at any servant of the government and their is nothing anyone can do.

It seems that the Federal District is going to have to weather a very serious storm in the coming days, the Post Office is so deeply embedded into the system that it will be unable to roosted any time soon. The Confederates are on the verge of victory, the Presidential race between Lyndon Kingsbury a direct connection to the Freedom Patriots is going to be a landslide for Lyndon if nothing changes with the polls, and finally their is the beast known as the Taskmaster who holds the entire city in the palm of his hand. So I can say this that the times are changing as the people are getting sick of this war and with Lyndon promising to bring peace to the nation, and bring down the crippling regime of the False Flag, he is promising to restore Liberty and the pursuit of happiness to all citizens of the United States of America. Then you have the Taskmaster watching, and waiting for the right moment to strike for this man he is patient and he already has the city held hostage. So for him it is only a matter of time, the assassinations will continue as he will keep sending any elected official to there grave that blindly support the False Flag. Then you have the ultimate wildcard being the best friend and direct supporting ally of the Taskmaster and that man is not Woodrow McDaniel, not Albert Grimm, yes these men are his friends but there is a darker presence lurking within the shadows of the Federal District one that only the Taskmaster and now yours truly knows about that has stepped into the arena and has stepped up to the right hand of the Taskmaster. This man is world renown assassin, slayer of entire cities and a man that is feared throughout the known world this man is known simply as Splinter. I will report more on Splinter on his profile, but it appears that this time the Taskmaster just played his hand and exposed a royal flush, and with Splinter at his side he just called the governments bluff.

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VPNCR Maximilian “Doodle” Yates (Bilbo, Pupil, Atlas, Stumpy)

January 25, 2016 by admin Leave a Comment

Membership: Harbingers/Seattle Elite/Horsemen/Kingsmen/Presidents Men/Crystal Dragons/Frog Brothers/ADF

Race: Human (Dwarf??)

Height: 5’4

Weight: 500+ (Bone Lacings)

Apparent Age: 40+

Archetype: Cybered Physical Magician (Cyber Criminal)

Circle: Unknown (Run Just Fucking Run!)

Preferred Weapon: Plasma Sabre (Highly Modified)/Whip/Repeating Crossbow (Highly Modified)

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It appears that even the New Breeders have learned a valuable lesson form there elders and in Maximilian’s case he has had some world class teachers. This young runner has landed himself in heap load of trouble during his short career and has been forced once again to fake his own death and reinvent himself as a new runner, though with do diligence and patience I was able to put the pieces of the puzzle together and conferee that Bilbo and the Pupil are one and the same. So like the greats of the shadows, he has faked his own death and returned to the world of the shadows as a new man, though for Bilbo his old habits would be his downfall and eventually give way to his being discovered as alive.

As for his beginnings there is very little known about Maximilian and his youth, what we do know is he grew up here in Seattle and was raised in the Lynnwood district. His parents worked hard to provide for Maximilian and put him through college, with the aid of his biological and absentee father Mr. Tudor Yates better known as the Professor. Maximilian was being looked after from the shadows by his father and many of his fathers closest friends, though none of the shadows best could protect Maximilian from his worst enemy himself. As much as they tried to keep this young man out of the shadows and protected from the world that lurked ever so close to the young Yates. It would be his own curiosity that would bring his world crashing down and through him head first into the world of the shadows. Once a corporate wage slave serving the German machine of Seder Krupp and now a shadow warrior staying alive by the skin of his teeth.

This runner has managed to put together a team of new breeders and was well on there way to becoming the next big thing within the shadows, but do to a run of bad luck, inexperience and poor leadership the original squad he gathered would end up all perishing with Waldo and Tin Man both falling at the vain attempt to siege Fort Lewis during the Battle for Seattle. After the battle and the death of his friends, everything would start to fall apart for Bilbo quickly. He would never be able to put together another squad like he had prior, and he would begin to forget the teachings of his elders. Yes he has gathered a group of like minded runners, and restored the membership roster of the Harbingers, but without the guidance of his friends Bilbo’s lack of leadership experience and his inability to work as a cohesive unit has caused the curse to follow him once again with the new batch of runners.

Even the crime he was accused of the theft of the Orb of Avalon, was not his doing yet performed by a fellow team member without his knowledge. Bilbo would never again be able to find himself in a comfort zone and would have to spend his life running around the city like a chicken with his head cut off, this is do to Bilbo serving to many masters and not being able to show a shred of leadership or proper decision making. This would lead to in fighting and frustration within the Harbingers and continue this once proud team to fall quickly in an out of control plunge. As the roster of the Harbingers continued to rotate with Crab being the only hold out from the original squad, it would seem that this new team would implode and become nothing more then a bad memory. Though with the addition of team mates Tic Tac and Bueller the team would receive much needed structure and reignite the fires that once burned bright within Bilbo. Though it seemed that the curse that hung over him would continue to haunt his every move and Bilbo would continue to fall deeper into despair and forgo all of his previous training an experience and continue to make rookie mistake after rookie mistake. Even have a new term coined on the streets called “Pulling a Bilbo” with every failure weighing heavily on this commander he would try even harder to become more self reliant and not rely on his own team for assistance.

This would lead to his biggest fumblings when he would strike down a member of the Brotherhood of Mercenaries in cold blood, while in the direct presence of fellow Brotherhood Members and Devils Rejects, only when a bounty would be placed on his head and hunters from all over the world would converge onto his location would Bilbo alert his fellow team mates of the danger he just put them in. Though one thing can be said for Bilbo is he is a very resilient little bugger and only after surviving the likes of Fallout, Forsaken and Whisper and the social graces of Bueller would the bounty be lifted and Bilbo would be out of the hot water he placed himself into, Though this runners mental disintegration would continue and he would begin to prove the apple doesn’t fall to far from the tree as with each passing day Bilbo becomes more and more like his father. This will only end in one manner, either Bilbo currently the Pupil will fully transform into this generations Professor or he will end up getting himself and his squad killed do to his lack of experience.

This has only become more likely seeing that this young runner is not learning from his failings, though with the newest addition to the Harbingers being Plymouth a very experienced military officer this team might be able to prevent any further disintegration and once again rise from the ashes that Bilbo caused. Though with Bilbo’s newest bounty being multiple billion credits, and the UCAS being hot and horny to capture and make an example of this young man, even Plymouth might be out of his league and Maximilian might have to accept his fate of an early grave.

According to my sources the UCAS has recently employed legendary bounty hunter and assassin Oak to track down and capture Bilbo either dead or alive, Oak has a 100% success rate and has brought down runners and terrorists far more powerful than Maximilian in the past and has had a valiant career over the last five decades. So with this new threat looming over the head of Maximilian he must learn from his past, and head back to class to receive the teachings of his elders. The shadows are a dangerous place to reside, when one like to skip school and not pay attention in class, the Pupil has allot to learn or he will find himself on the receiving end of Oak.

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