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Kulikovo emerged from the revolution, a new nation. The Socialists were victourious in ousting the brutal facist regime after a two year struggle. Thousands died in the conflict. The Worker's State of Kulikovo emerged from the ashes of war, towards a bright future. Reconstruction began and the nation's economy got back on it's feet. However; certain groups lurked in the shadows. Conspiring to destroy everything. These pro-facist groups began thinking. They were on top before the revolution. One bullet could topple everything the socialists worked so hard for. These powerful men formulated a plan. Ten years after the revolution, the clocked started. Their plan has begun.

OOC: I am intrested, but what exactly do yo uwant from this thread? Like, what responses are you looking for? Remeber, good rpers don't godmod, we need some info. If you need help looking for a response, I'll be glad to help.

OCC: Sorry, this is the first thread I've started. I'm looking for groups who are either bad guys, good guys, or whatever. There needs to be people who will be agents that are trying to stop an assasination, or to help it. Is that enough?

OOC: Mkay, sure. So the next thing: How do we join? The assassin's, easy. But I am looknig for to help. So, how exactly would I get in? Remember, I don't know everything.

And it's ok if this thread isn't descriptive (it is, but not as). Don't feel bad. It happens to us all. And also, I am willing to help whenever. Just PM me, and I'll help.

OCC: Just say your in, pick a spot, then begin. I mainly just started this thread to make a story for others to read, but anyone's welcomed to join.

OOC: So, what exactly is this? I know it has something to do with an assasination, I' would be glad to carry that out.

OCC: It's hard for me to make a good thread out of this. It's maily just a short story I want to write. My gift to the masses, so to speak

OOC: If that's true, I want to be good.

OOC: Mkay, will do.

IC:

To the Country of Kulikovo:

We wish to send an Ambassador of Peace to establish peaceful relations with your country. If so, he will come by plane at 3:00 o'clock, your captial's time.

Thank you,
Quirly,
Leader of Hayord

OCC: Don't worry, I'm a good storyteller.

OOC: I am, too, but is too lazy to right a book. Meh. Maybe when school lets out.

OOC: I'll be the assasin

OOC: OK, good. Now, we wait...Kulikovo...um...hurry...up...lol, jk.

Jonensberg, Kulikovo

The spacious apartment was dark and quiet, except for a door cracked open the shone light through into the hallway. Inside were several men, smoking cigars and mumbling. Another man walks into the room, and it too falls silent.
"Gentlemen, welcome to my home. We all know why we are here. For too long we've been out of power and saw those socialist bastards reverse everthing we worked so hard for. The plans are set, it's time to spring into action. Two months from now, the Prime Minister will be up for re-election. He will most certainly win. But we have our own canadate. Something unexpected has come up, but it will work towards our advantage. The nation of Hayrod will be sending an ambassador within a few days to open up negotiations for an alliance. This will be perfect." he said
"But how will we do it?" asked one of the others.
"Simple, we will hire professionals to take care of it. Some of us here can't afford to dirty our hands at this. I know of a group of mercenaries who will help, for the right price. I do not know any of their names, except that they are called the Black Wolves. They are perfect." he replied
The men continued discussing the Black Wolves and setting up a meeting.

OCC: Hold your horses, you can't rush perfection

OOC:I'm the Black Wolves right?

OCC: I have information that I need on my region's website. It's down and I can't really do much more for now.

OOC: OK. I am waiting for a reply so I can actually bring in my ammbassador. I know, perfection isn't now, it's planned. But I', just making sure you know.

OCC: Like I said. There's stuff on my region's website that I NEED to keep going. I can't do that right now.

OOC: OK. Meanwhile, the three of us should keep bumbing, but not constantly, mkay? Mkay.

Whats a bump for?

OOC: To keep a thread new. I guess. What's your region website?

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Old District, Jonensberg

Inspector Derensky sat at his desk typing up a report on a murder case he just finished. The day was wearing down and he was an old veteran of the police force. He was in his mid forties, but prud of his service. His phone rang.
"Inspector Derensky" he said
"Inspector, could you please come into my office" said the voice. It was the precinct commander, a woman by the name of Alexis Torlev. Derensky got out of his chair and walked to Tolev's office. His back cracked as he staggered in.
"You asked for me ma'am?" he asked
"Yes Inspector, I have a special case for you. This came from the government, some big shot with the Domestic Security Department. They want you to head a murder which they are interested in. They're too overstretched with cases from the war and tribunals of traitors to do it, but it is none the less important. The file is sitting on my desk, you will start now with your investigation." she replied. Derensky lumbered over to her desk and took the file, it had several papers, it was ordinary enough. He returned to his desk to look it over.

He flipped open the folder and began reading. At first, it looked like any other murder file. Two weeks ago, a Mr.Reinhart, age 36 was found dead by the Worker's Monument. It didn't say much more than that. Mr.Reinhart was a shopkeep by trade. He worked as one for ten years.
'There's no information about him before then, just a date of birth. This is odd' he thought.
Mr.Reinhart wa strangled with nylon rope, it was never recovered. derensky decided to go down to the Hall of Medicine. It was a large building, where many archives and files were held. he needed to go to the Mediacl Examiner's Wing to get more records.