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hello i am an aahw agent and this guy is approaching me very quickly. what should i do?

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“…Hm. Well! We don’t really do bloodshed anymore. I’d recommend someone like that forsaken clown for that!”

[6:19, The Lab.]

*Leafy tip toes around, looking for something. She looks high, low, day and night, and so long that this script will be old the day I die.*

Leafy: Where's that phone..?

*She whispers to herself, frustrated, she looks up and down, left and right, sideways and rightways, diagonal and perpendicular. ...Okay this script is just showing lines.*

Leafy: Aha! Found it!

Test Tube: HEY! YOU CAN'T BE IN HERE!

*Test Tube JUMPS at her as they both fight for the universal phone. She slaps her she slaps back, much harder. Then slaps her, even harder. She tries to get the phone back.*

Test Tube: GIVE ME THAT PHONE BACK!

Leafy: NO! I WANNA TRY IT!

*They both trip as they fall, as the call button has been pressed.*

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Congratulations on being the first to receive our extraspecial “GoldPlated Glitz” envelope! We’ll be sending actual correspondence soon.

-Brad Semaphore

Madness Advertisement and Socialities Sector

*The envelope is yellow with gold accents.*

*Upon opening it, both are sprayed in glitter.*

"Thank you for being our first letter! I enjoyed the surprise haha! but Louis may be skeptical in opening any future mail sooo I will be the one opening them for the time being :D"

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Seg can only chuckle at this.

“Ho, we’ll, that’s wonderful! We here at MASS love a good bomb too, you know! Dynamite, glitter bombs, Davy Crocketts… the list goes on! And it’s nothing to be ashamed to admit!”

“How about you, other voice? What would you like to ask?”

[6:19, The Lab.]

*Leafy tip toes around, looking for something. She looks high, low, day and night, and so long that this script will be old the day I die.*

Leafy: Where's that phone..?

*She whispers to herself, frustrated, she looks up and down, left and right, sideways and rightways, diagonal and perpendicular. ...Okay this script is just showing lines.*

Leafy: Aha! Found it!

Test Tube: HEY! YOU CAN'T BE IN HERE!

*Test Tube JUMPS at her as they both fight for the universal phone. She slaps her she slaps back, much harder. Then slaps her, even harder. She tries to get the phone back.*

Test Tube: GIVE ME THAT PHONE BACK!

Leafy: NO! I WANNA TRY IT!

*They both trip as they fall, as the call button has been pressed.*

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"Hello! You're liiive on M.A.S.S Radio Network! What is it you'd like to bring to the table, so to speak?"

[6:19, The Lab.]

*Leafy tip toes around, looking for something. She looks high, low, day and night, and so long that this script will be old the day I die.*

Leafy: Where's that phone..?

*She whispers to herself, frustrated, she looks up and down, left and right, sideways and rightways, diagonal and perpendicular. ...Okay this script is just showing lines.*

Leafy: Aha! Found it!

Test Tube: HEY! YOU CAN'T BE IN HERE!

*Test Tube JUMPS at her as they both fight for the universal phone. She slaps her she slaps back, much harder. Then slaps her, even harder. She tries to get the phone back.*

Test Tube: GIVE ME THAT PHONE BACK!

Leafy: NO! I WANNA TRY IT!

*They both trip as they fall, as the call button has been pressed.*

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“…”

Meanwhile, on the other end.

Seguin Majis Daguera, the voice on the other end of the phone, listened quietly to the object’s scuffling. The entire studio was listening at this point. After a few seconds, he turned to his cue screen. The operatilor had written:

MOVE IT ALONG

Seg turned back to the microphone, tapping it.

“Uh, hello? Anyone there?”

[6:19, The Lab.]

*Leafy tip toes around, looking for something. She looks high, low, day and night, and so long that this script will be old the day I die.*

Leafy: Where's that phone..?

*She whispers to herself, frustrated, she looks up and down, left and right, sideways and rightways, diagonal and perpendicular. ...Okay this script is just showing lines.*

Leafy: Aha! Found it!

Test Tube: HEY! YOU CAN'T BE IN HERE!

*Test Tube JUMPS at her as they both fight for the universal phone. She slaps her she slaps back, much harder. Then slaps her, even harder. She tries to get the phone back.*

Test Tube: GIVE ME THAT PHONE BACK!

Leafy: NO! I WANNA TRY IT!

*They both trip as they fall, as the call button has been pressed.*

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[Narration mode: Professional]

After what felt like a week(COUGH COUGH PROCRASTINATI), the music crawled to a close. After a minute, an inappropriately perky voice came on over the other end!

"Hello! You've reached M.A.S.S. News Hour! What brings you on the air?"

[6:19, The Lab.]

*Leafy tip toes around, looking for something. She looks high, low, day and night, and so long that this script will be old the day I die.*

Leafy: Where's that phone..?

*She whispers to herself, frustrated, she looks up and down, left and right, sideways and rightways, diagonal and perpendicular. ...Okay this script is just showing lines.*

Leafy: Aha! Found it!

Test Tube: HEY! YOU CAN'T BE IN HERE!

*Test Tube JUMPS at her as they both fight for the universal phone. She slaps her she slaps back, much harder. Then slaps her, even harder. She tries to get the phone back.*

Test Tube: GIVE ME THAT PHONE BACK!

Leafy: NO! I WANNA TRY IT!

*They both trip as they fall, as the call button has been pressed.*

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HEY

THAT'S OUR JOB

glitter bomb in your mailbox

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Please wait While I transfer your call.

*Creepy waiting room music starts playing, accompanied by someone sobbing.*

[6:19, The Lab.]

*Leafy tip toes around, looking for something. She looks high, low, day and night, and so long that this script will be old the day I die.*

Leafy: Where's that phone..?

*She whispers to herself, frustrated, she looks up and down, left and right, sideways and rightways, diagonal and perpendicular. ...Okay this script is just showing lines.*

Leafy: Aha! Found it!

Test Tube: HEY! YOU CAN'T BE IN HERE!

*Test Tube JUMPS at her as they both fight for the universal phone. She slaps her she slaps back, much harder. Then slaps her, even harder. She tries to get the phone back.*

Test Tube: GIVE ME THAT PHONE BACK!

Leafy: NO! I WANNA TRY IT!

*They both trip as they fall, as the call button has been pressed.*

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*Click*

Hello! You’ve reached the Madness Advertisements and Socialities Sector Hotline! Please press 1 to proceed!

[6:19, The Lab.]

*Leafy tip toes around, looking for something. She looks high, low, day and night, and so long that this script will be old the day I die.*

Leafy: Where's that phone..?

*She whispers to herself, frustrated, she looks up and down, left and right, sideways and rightways, diagonal and perpendicular. ...Okay this script is just showing lines.*

Leafy: Aha! Found it!

Test Tube: HEY! YOU CAN'T BE IN HERE!

*Test Tube JUMPS at her as they both fight for the universal phone. She slaps her she slaps back, much harder. Then slaps her, even harder. She tries to get the phone back.*

Test Tube: GIVE ME THAT PHONE BACK!

Leafy: NO! I WANNA TRY IT!

*They both trip as they fall, as the call button has been pressed.*

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“Save Our Souls”

Every day, Hank J. Wimbledon, the madman, he who was ordained by the Devils themselves, slaughters wave after wave of good men and women. With each passing hour, the population of Nevada dwindles a little more.

Only via the power of the unknowable forces that back our institution confine the demon within the borders of this accursed state.

There’s nothing left for us here. Few of us realize Hank is never going away. Every time we push back, another 1000 corpses break ground. How many lives must be lost before we see that?

We need to distance ourselves from the problem, not throw ourselves at it. We must move forward, forwards from simply trying to kill Hank.

Our monies are almost worthless. We shall begin with this.

PLOT:

Sections of the A.A.H.W are breaking off, becoming either new branches, like the Madness Advertisement and Socialities Sector, or independent organizations, like the Titus Rail Freight Company.

These organizations want nothing to do with Hank or anyone like him, and build their facilities in remote locations, or deep underground. Unfortunately, the A.A.H.W has a way of attracting murderous insane people to their doorsteps.

This is where you come in.

RULES:

-Don't play Jebus.

-Keep it -18.

-Don't get political.

Asks can also be sent!

Organization list:

M.A.S.S: Radio Broadcast Agency. Sites can be identified by massive radio towers.

TitusRail: Have a monopoly on almost all Nevada rail traffic. Trains are almost always armored.

GreeNevada: Trying to regrow forests and vegatation using soil samples from N51. Ironically, majority of bases are underground.

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RP Starter: The Crash

Well, this is interesting.

You were walking down a dirt road one afternoon, when you discovered this.

The locomotive was caked with dirt and debris, the leading edge crumpled and dented. The motor was still running.

Many of the passenger car’s windows were smashed out, some of the cars themselves tilting at precarious angles.

What will you do?