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[Playergamer]

The Sprawling Siege

Part One: The Plan

The Detroit Megacity. A shining glow that can be seen from miles around, a beacon in the apocalypse. The streets are paved with gold, or so the rumor goes. Everything you want in one city. The pass: three-thousand dollars. Only one out of every hundred immigrants ever even sees the inside. Someone living in the sprawl, the giant tent city outside, sees the problem with this.

"You sure about this man? Something goes wrong, we get exiled. Something goes REALLY wrong, we get shot."

"And everything goes right, we are the kings of the wastes."

Ward Kingston and John Kindred. Ward is a no name, with his only claim to fame being his relationship with John, son of Philip Kindred. I can see futures, I can predict outcomes, except this one. I do not yet know what will happen to these two, but whatever happens, it will change the face of post-apocalypse Michigan permanently.
Decided to write a story, can't stop playing NEO Scavenger, so I thought, why not?

[Playergamer]

Reserving this for things.

[Playergamer]

The Sprawling Siege

Part One: The Plan

Interlude: Eight Feet.

I feel we should talk about another one of our important friends. His name is Sergeant Briggs. He works for SkyCorps Security, the company that provides security to the DMC. He is currently on Long Range Recon far north with Private Dene.

"Briggs?"

"Yes, Dene?"

"Why don't we just call it quits? We haven't seen anything from this observation post in weeks, except a squirrel."

"We're here for the next month, Dene. Anyway, that-""Wait a second. What's that?"

Across the field from them, they can see some sort of biped. Covered in black fur, eight feet tall. It is just standing there, watching, waiting.

"Oh crap. That's a Dogman. Have you ever heard of a Dogman, son?"

"No? What's so bad about some walking dog?"

Hearing this, the dog's ears prick up.

"They run faster then any human on earth, and can take just about everything we can throw at them."

Humans. Two of them. Downwind. Pack, begin the hunt.

The dog howls, extremely loud. Suddenly, a large pack of at least fifty dogs come out of the woods, preparing to charge at the two guards.

"Son, may I make a suggestion? We run."

Personal Account of Events from Sergeant Briggs. He was found 5 klicks north of Gate 5 with his weapons empty, using a shirt to staunch the bleeding from a large chest wound. Private Dene was never found. Dogmen are not known to pack up in groups larger then 5, however, so it is assumed that Briggs suffers from some psychological problem. He will be tested, and evaluated.

[Anvilfolk]

PTW!

[Playergamer]

The Sprawling Siege

Part Two: The Fuse

Every revolution has it's roots. From the Boston Massacre to more civil disputes, there is always something that lights the fuse. Ward Kingston considers this as he climbs up an apartment building out in a sprawl. Meanwhile, down below, John stirs up the crowd.

"All the food you could eat! All the water you could drink! All of it inside this Gate! So, why should you have to pay three-thousand dollars for these basic needs and rights? Why? Would you let your wife or children die, when within one-hundred feet of this gate there are clinics that could bring back the dead!"

"NO!"

"Come with me, and we will get through that gate, one way or another!"

The small mob marches to the gate.

"Line up and let me scan your pass, all of you."

"NO!"

The situation escalates, eventually leading to five guards standing in a line, pointing shotguns at the small crowd. At that point, John ducks out of the crowd, sending a text to Ward.

"Now."

.308 Winchester. Designed in 1952, this rimless round is an extremely common round used for hunting. It can do serious damage, often downing a buck in one shot.

"BOOM."

The round flew downwards from the scoped hunting rifle, eventually hitting one of the guards in the leg, crippling the limb.

"God DAMNIT."

As one of the guards on the line drags his friend to cover, another one panics, firing into the crowd. Within seconds, three are dead, and the rest scattered. John sends Ward, who had ducked out as soon as he fired to avoid being spotted by the guards on the wall, another text.

"Mission accomplished. Nice shot."

By the end of the day, Ward and John, along with a few friends, spread the message to thousands of people, saying that they had shot into a crowd of one-hundred innocents. The fuse has been lit. Let's watch it burn.
Happy something anniversary of the Boston Massacre.

[Anvilfolk]

You might want to move this to Other Games -> Play With Your Buddies

[Yoink]

I'm pretty sure it's just a narrative set in the Neo Scavenger world, not a recount of ingame events.
Anyways, PTW!

[Samarkand]

PTW

[Sheb]

PTW

[Playergamer]

The Sprawling Siege

Part Three: The Flame

Riots broke out after the shootings. It became a regular occurrence for guards going out on patrol to have stones thrown at them, or even shot. Soon, someone in charge had enough of this. We'll never truly know who it was, but the choice they made that day resonated through history.

"Send in the Stingers."

The Stingers were twenty-five guards trained specifically for crowd control. Their mission, I quote, was to

"Disperse these fools, they're getting in the way of progress."

And, so, one week later, the guards arrived at the Junk Market in the Sprawl, a place full of makeshift shops, made out of shipping containers. Surprisingly, it was silent.

"This doesn't feel right..."

Ten guards crept into the market, shotguns at the ready, while the rest covered them. The leader was about to give the all clear, when an arrow landed inches from his head. It had a scrap of paper attached.

"You are surrounded. Surrender now, or we will fire."

John had gotten word a few days earlier, and had been silently preparing. He had a small force of about thirty men surrounding the market, sitting on top of shipping containers, hiding in alleyways, the like. Now was the moment that decided everything.

"No."

Instantly, everything went to hell. John's men opened fire with everything they had, rifles, shotguns, pistols, even a few bows. Instantly, three guards dropped, one with a bullet under the helmet, and the other two with crippled legs. The guards still standing sprint for cover.

"Start shooting you idiots! It's us or them!"

The remaining guards scan the containers, and open fire on a group of three riflemen. They've run out of ammo, and are currently lying face down to avoid getting shot.

"Need some help guys!"

As the man says this, his friend takes a shell in the head. More of the rebels stand up to aim, and the guard captain realizes how many there are.

"Back to the gate! Fall back to the gate, there's too many of them!"

The guards beat a hasty retreat, but they aren't out of the fire yet. They still have two klicks of hostile territory to the gate, and everywhere they look, the people are taking up arms.

"Keep moving!"

Every twenty meters or so, someone would get shot in the leg, or grabbed by the crowd. Every time, the captain said the same thing.

"Keep moving! We can't carry him!"

Finally, after losing over twenty men, and almost all their gear, three guards run through the gates. The captain marches to HQ.

"Sir... we lost."

"What do you mean you lost?"

"The rioters defeated us. We lost twenty-two men out there."

The room is quiet, so quiet that a pin dropping would be like breaking a brick wall.

"You're telling me that twenty-five of the best trained, best equipped men in the state were defeated by a group of rubble rabble?"

"Essentially, yes."

"I'm disappointed in you, Captain. I'm assigning you to Gate 5 and stripping you of your rank."

"Yes, sir..."

The fire grows, and the rioters are empowered by this new victory. The climax approaches. When the wall falls, few will survive. None will escape unscathed.
So, wow. Writer's block, plus laziness, plus this being so long, equals 10 day wait between updates. Good to see people like this, though.