The Gourmands Club
Commander: superior (rank 2)
Dear Mr. Skinner
Greetings. It seems so long since we last made contact. I’m writing to you for various reasons, the first of which is to invite you to our first banquet of the year. I believe it should be an imperative of our factions to foster greater unity and co-operation, don’t you? The date has been tentatively set for February the 2nd, and will consist of a meal of three wards of the state, cooked till rare and served with Prussian truffles. We can thank Councilman Marks for the truffles and Warden Kroc for the main course.
Unfortunately, I must also mention a much more troublesome note. Your recent raid on the protestors at Electrum Road has caused unfortunate political and social consequences for many of my members. What could be the logic behind such a blatant show of force? We have been hard at work attempting to cover up this story as a riot, yet I have already been informed by our contacts within law enforcement that at least one rogue officer is investigating the issue. Even if I weren’t busy covering up the violence, there is still the matter of the city courthouse which you and your followers vandalized, leaving over 50,000 dollars in property damage, which I expect you to pay back in full.
While we are not unwilling to conceal the occasional act of aggression against the general population, the key to the existence of our groups is anonymity and above all else, secrecy. To assure this in the future, please run all further activities within the city limits by me in advance, so that I can assess whether they have a prudent cause. Thank you.
Tactician: superior (rank 2)
I looked into the Occupy Khazan riot. I’m afraid to say you were right, but if I ever hear the words ‘I told you so’, we’re going to end up with a replay of the Thanksgiving fiasco. Anyway, there was something more to the riot, or at least something the Department never noticed. The occupiers didn’t start the fire. The few protestors who survived were skittish about details. They were afraid to speak to me for some reason.
I eventually found one who would talk. It took a little persuasion, but I guess there are some advantages to being a detective and not a mindless merc. When I eventually got him to admit that the official story about a spontaneous shift from peaceful protest to riot was crap, he explained what really happened. Something about guys in camo fatigues; at first he thought it was the National Guard. Then they started killing protestors, shooting them in the street, calling them vermin, ‘parasites’, I think was the exact word.
Their leader had some sort of symbol on his jacket, a big black circle of some sort. Maybe your mysterious O? But it was more than just an O; he said it was a big spiky dragon type of thing. The guy I was talking to couldn’t remember much more about it; he was pistol whipped as soon as he looked.
I tried passing the info up to my superiors, but don’t expect much. I don't think they believed a word of it. They wouldn’t even entertain the notion, and when I pushed harder, they pushed back. Something seemed off; it was a crazy story, sure, but they weren’t resisting it because of that. As I left I got a few sideways glances, soon followed by hushed murmuring which they thought I couldn’t hear. I think from now on it would be best if I kept this between us. Besides, my only reliable witness disappeared yesterday. Isn’t that inconvenient.
I still have one more lead, the people he described attacking the protest were strikingly similar to a paramilitary separatist group outside the city who have had more than one run-in with the law over weapons violations. I’m going to check it out now. I’ll e-mail you back if I find anything; tell Jack I said hi.
The Atlas Initiative
Commander: superior (rank 2)
- Ranged Attack
RE: response to Chairman Donner,
The political predicaments of the fraudulent civilian government are none of my concern. I will not beg forgiveness from the right honorable chairman, nor will I ask his permission in the future. If anything, he should be grateful that we bother to notify him of our decisions, as we are under no obligation to do so. As for my explanation as to why I acted when and as I did, the reasoning should be obvious to anyone signed to the Charter. Those ‘protestors’, as you deemed them, were nothing more than parasites, and I need no prudent cause to kill a parasite. As for the structural damage done to the seat of power for local oppressive control, let me just say this Mr. Chairman; some things just need burning.
The Atlas Initiative can not, and will not, be restrained from its ultimate purpose. The strength of the individual must be restored, the power of free determinism must be upheld, and the parasites must be wiped from the Earth. These goals should be the ultimate outcome of all of our kind, and it is deplorable that certain members of your organization seem to continue to support the failed society that has bred the problem population. We must adhere to the Charter as we said we would, and take action now. I can take no more waiting, no more posturing, the revolution does not wait for your political scheming Mr. Donner.
As for your other requests, you can have your payment for damages as soon as you pull it from out of my backside with your bare hands. And as for the lone detective you mentioned earlier, I assure you, we were more than prepared for her. She has been dealt with, and will no longer cause us any problems.
Bio Vampire: standard (rank 1)
Journal of Jesse Harper
January 25th, 2012
Can’t believe I survived that. I knew from the reports that Skinner was a lunatic, but they didn’t do the son of a bitch justice. Sure, I probably looked damn suspicious sneaking around in the bushes like that, but they didn’t start shooting till after I flashed my badge. If these paramilitary fucks are openly firing on cops, they must have some protection even higher up the food chain then I thought. If it wasn’t for that other detective I would probably be wrapped in plastic and buried behind their compound right now.
I don’t know which precinct she was out of, or why she didn't just take me to the hospital, but I won’t be one to look a gift horse in the mouth. She said she had connections to a larger community of people just like me, one of whom was a master healer. Not doctor, ‘healer’, but I guess she was just being poetic. If anything it worked. I feel strong enough to go on, stronger than ever in fact. Whatever meat she fed me on that dirty safehouse cot must have been loaded with super-cow steroids or something. Never tasted anything like it ever before. I owe detective Keijo Namura my life, and all she asked in return was that I continue my mission. She told me about Ouroboros, its connection to the Horseman of May, and the three factions. If she is correct in her theory, the Church of Natural Order should be my next stop.
Although I deliberated telling Jill about my little encounter at the Compound, I think its best if I keep it to myself. This is my case, I worked on it, I don’t need some Angels of Mercy pricks flying in to save the day and take the credit. Besides, if Jill hears I needed to be saved from a pack of low-life soldier wannabes I’ll never hear the end of it. So its probably best if I keep this all between me and Keijo for now.
The Church of Natural Order
Commander: superior (rank 2)
To Chairman Donner and Citizen Skinner.
I am writing to you now to call for aid, as a dangerous complication to our plans has surfaced within my faction. If you are reading this I must assure you that immediate action on your part is necessary to preserve the Church from dissolution, and that it is your duty under the Charter to preserve your sister faction. I do not have much time to explain as I feel I am being watched, and can only give you a short version of the events that have transpired over the last few days. It all began with the arrival of those two women.
The first arrived about a week ago. She identified herself as the detective that Skinner supposedly killed. I was haughty at the time, arrogant. I apologize to Citizen Skinner for my rashness in denigrating his abilities. While I handled her quickly, it appears that I never truly handled her at all. After surprisingly little convincing she agreed to join the Church. At first I assumed this enthusiasm was nothing more than a ploy to enter and observe our organization. However when we began the ceremony to give her ‘the gift’, I found something most disturbing. The dear detective already had one. The parasite attached to her brain stem was larger than any of ours, and I can only conclude that she must have gotten it from the True Source. But that is impossible; I had been attempting to contact the True Source for months with no result. Why would the Source choose such a lowly peon as its emissary?
While I attempted to make sense of this new complication, the second bane of our efforts arrived. This, 'Namura', woman. She began her own splinter off of the true Church, but her real intentions were far more treacherous. Of course she did not say so at first. She claimed to be a prophetess, that she could speak to the Source, that she knew its true name: 'Sayang'. Sayang, what heresy to name the Source, when even I have never personally spoken to it. I should have stopped her when I had the chance. My flock is now turning towards her cult and their numbers are growing. And who do you suppose is leading her little revolution from inside my organization? None other than Ms. Harper. It was their intention all along, to have one attack me from the outside, the other from within. I feel so ashamed of my arrogant blindness.
Brothers, I beg you to support us in our time of need. The Church has supplied both of you with lesser followers for sustenance in the past, as well as the financial coverage needed for Mr. Donner’s front companies. Should one organ of our body fail, it will not be long before the whole dies. Please save us from the scourge of these two heretics…
Father Adam Bathory
Mind Control: superior (rank 2)
To the honorable Chairman Donner and our dear friend Mr. Skinner,
As I’m sure you’ve noticed, there has been a slight transition of power within the Church of Natural Order. But then again, as chaos is the natural order, I see it as more of a holy act of purification than anything else. I would like to thank both of you for not complicating the issue further through any undue interference. As I said when I spoke to you both earlier, the Church’s function shall remain what it has been under your original Charter. Fresh sacrifices shall be brought from a portion of our ever-growing flock, to supply your ever-growing hunger.
However, there are some problems with the Charter’s structure that will need amending. Sayang has observed your actions here, and greatly appreciates your dedication to the cause. However, even with the Charter their remains a lack of unity within Ouroboros that is disheartening. While Sayang adores chaos, it can only be through greater internal unity that we may achieve the final goal of total anarchy, by which we can “promote liberty from the forces of subjective moral law, re-establish the determinate will and rights of the individual, and spiritually connect with the Source (i.e. Sayang)”.
It is for this reason that Sayang in her infinite reason has asked me to appoint myself as the head of Ouroboros, above the three factions. While all the separate parts of the serpent are equal and united, someone still needs to be the head. I’m sure you both have some reservations about surrendering your power unto me, but I hope we can make this transition far easier than Father Bathory did. I would hate to see a repeat of what occurred within the Church.
I will be sending my assistant Ms. Harper to speak with you. I hope you will be considerate enough to not shoot at her this time.
Dear Mrs. Namura,
Salutations and joy. While I was at first hesitant in transferring all power to an executive, I feel as if something is calling on me to do this. Perhaps it is the mysterious Sayang after all. However, I must also admit that I find a secular logic to your proposal, as demonstrated by Mrs. Harper. What is good for one among Ouroboros, is good for us all. I see that under your leadership we can finally prosper. In addition, it is nice to know that Father Bathory’s self-righteous zealotry has been wiped from this Earth. Between you and me, I never cared for the man, and I suspected him to be a charlatan long before you proved him false. And while I am not one for showy displays of power, I must admit that crucifixion still has a sort of theatrical je ne sais quoi.
However I fear our dear friend Mr. Skinner will be less easily convinced. But that is another matter entirely. The Gourmand’s Club hereby accepts your resolution to amend the Charter, and offers onto you the position of honorable Co-Chairwoman.
On another note, we are planning a small get together to honor your introduction into our society and hope you will come. I will be breaking out our best wine and most suitable livestock for the occasion.
Re: Response to Mrs Namura.
Let me just say I am not one for religion. It is a crutch the weak use to support ideals of welfare and corruption. However after speaking with your messenger I believe their may be something to this Sayang which appeals to me. Liberty after all, is nothing more than chaos. For a man to stand on his own without the parasites leeching off of his worth, he must live in utter chaos, for it is the only true state of independence.
If you could, please apologize to Mrs. Harper for the earlier misunderstanding. Although I feel I was justified in shooting her, and suspect that this was part of your plan all along, I must admit she was more than gracious about the whole affair. However I realize I have yet to answer your underlying question, so let me finally get to my point as quickly as I can. You have the unconditional support of the Initiative in this venture. It will be beneficial to finally have someone to stop Donner’s incessant whining and get him to move. As for Bathory, I couldn't care less what happened to that helpless worm.
Consider the Charter amended Mistress Namura. Ouroboros is finally one. All hail Sayang…