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Anti-citizen The Wolves of Geneva

Bro what the hell is this rebel group, they talk about weird shit in the rebel chat they post furry gifs and they want me to convert myself to a dog. 💀
 
Nesh said:
Bro what the hell is this rebel group, they talk about weird shit in the rebel chat they post furry gifs and they want me to convert myself to a dog. 💀
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wait fr? aw hell nah someone torch this group down
 


Silence reigns over the Wolf Lair...

Artisan looks over the Lair that he put together from scratch, the base that stood for months for his cell...

What was once a base that was often filled with workbenches, lockers, and furniture for his cell's - Is now all but empty. The windows are shattered, the ceiling is crumbling, and the floor is filled with debris. The couch, the beds, and table is now lone figures in an empty room; The place for all of them to gather before...

"Good times..." Artisan muttered under his breath, a somber smile on his face.

He looks over to the side, an open hole in the wall beside him as it displayed the ruined slums - The fortifications now all but abandoned as green pungent gas cover everything but the second floor of the building. Bodies upon bodies of dead slummers and rebels litter the area, their faces stuck in an expression of horror and pain before the gas took their lives.

Turning back to the Lair, he gives it one last solemn look before he puts on his gasmask over his face, securing it's straps.

He reaches for the light switch and flicks it off, killing the lights.

Before the door softly closes.

The Wolves of Geneva are no more.​
 
Shimac's Stew said:


Silence reigns over the Wolf Lair...

Artisan looks over the Lair that he put together from scratch, the base that stood for months for his cell...

What was once a base that was often filled with workbenches, lockers, and furniture for his cell's - Is now all but empty. The windows are shattered, the ceiling is crumbling, and the floor is filled with debris. The couch, the beds, and table is now lone figures in an empty room; The place for all of them to gather before...

"Good times..." Artisan muttered under his breath, a somber smile on his face.

He looks over to the side, an open hole in the wall beside him as it displayed the ruined slums - The fortifications now all but abandoned as green pungent gas cover everything but the second floor of the building. Bodies upon bodies of dead slummers and rebels litter the area, their faces stuck in an expression of horror and pain before the gas took their lives.

Turning back to the Lair, he gives it one last solemn look before he puts on his gasmask over his face, securing it's straps.

He reaches for the light switch and flicks it off, killing the lights.

Before the door softly closes.

The Wolves of Geneva are no more.​
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NOOOOOOOO 😭
 
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