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I am flesh and I am bone
Rise up, ting ting, like glitter and gold
The Salvation.
A fierce-some gang comprised mostly of runaways and street children ranging from the ages of 14 all the way to the late twenties.
For all its worth, it was a stable gang- the members were all considered family under the leadership of their well trusted leader: an intimidating yet strangely soft man by the affectionate alias of 'The Tiger' who offered a home to any soul that dared to ask.
Unfortunately, fate would have it that Tiger would meet his demise at the hands of a four-way car crash, igniting a power vacuum within his once loyal group as everyone scrambled to gain control.
By his side, Tiger had his three trusted friends as his second in commands- they had been through so much together that he entrusted them with the responsibility of looking after the gang and their activities. However, upon his death, the three squabbled endlessly, creating widening rifts that eventually caused them to break away from one another with hatred and loathing fueling their veins. It was like this that the three new factions were birthed.
One formed the Reapers.
One formed the Bulldogs.
And the other formed the Mambas.
Anyone that was left standing and who had refused to take a faction was executed immediately for disloyalty.
And like that, nothing remained of The Salvation and its achievements. Its territories fell to each faction after months and months of skirmishes to determine where the boundaries lay.
Now those same boundaries factions are one the brink of breaking, the tensions between each leader are reaching their boiling point and rigged to explode. A battle of the ages is coming and those who do not fight will have to stand in the crossfire.
A fierce-some gang comprised mostly of runaways and street children ranging from the ages of 14 all the way to the late twenties.
For all its worth, it was a stable gang- the members were all considered family under the leadership of their well trusted leader: an intimidating yet strangely soft man by the affectionate alias of 'The Tiger' who offered a home to any soul that dared to ask.
Unfortunately, fate would have it that Tiger would meet his demise at the hands of a four-way car crash, igniting a power vacuum within his once loyal group as everyone scrambled to gain control.
By his side, Tiger had his three trusted friends as his second in commands- they had been through so much together that he entrusted them with the responsibility of looking after the gang and their activities. However, upon his death, the three squabbled endlessly, creating widening rifts that eventually caused them to break away from one another with hatred and loathing fueling their veins. It was like this that the three new factions were birthed.
One formed the Reapers.
One formed the Bulldogs.
And the other formed the Mambas.
Anyone that was left standing and who had refused to take a faction was executed immediately for disloyalty.
And like that, nothing remained of The Salvation and its achievements. Its territories fell to each faction after months and months of skirmishes to determine where the boundaries lay.
Now those same boundaries factions are one the brink of breaking, the tensions between each leader are reaching their boiling point and rigged to explode. A battle of the ages is coming and those who do not fight will have to stand in the crossfire.
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I've got fire in my soul
Rise up, ting ting, like glitter
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