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FILE TYPE: Inert Message
PERIOD: Present Day
TOPIC: Introduction (Clandestine)
SUMMARY: A Runner has their eye on you. Message found scrawled on physical medium, carried in the backpack of a dead Recon shell, BLACKBIRD type.
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I am Euclides Carron.
I began my life diseased, shoeless, and cold. I was nothing. I ate rats. I slept in mud. Then I found a knife. I used it to find a pistol. I used a pistol to find a rifle. I used a rifle to find credit, then credit to feed my friends, then with my rifle and my money and my friends I bit the hands of the vipers and pigs that held us down. I took their power and hammered it into a land for my people.
But I didn't kill enough of the pigs and vipers.
Traxus. They came to me. They laid out their charts and figures and said look, Euclides, if you want your dream to survive, this is the only choice you can make: die.
So I did. I said goodbye to my body. I gave my land to them. I became the second oldest profession in the world: a mercenary.
In a body riddled with scars and tumors, I built a movement that shook Sol and brought Traxus to my door. Now my soul is assured. I have all the bodies I want. I do not die in a way that matters. I see Earth. I see Mars. I see out beyond. I see other forms of power waiting for me.
I see you, little Runner. I see your knife.
I want to know: Are you a pig? A viper? Or a friend?
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TYPE: TEXT [X]; AUDIO [ ]
FILE TYPE: Inert Message
PERIOD: Present Day
TOPIC: Introduction (Clandestine)
SUMMARY: A Runner has their eye on you. Message found scrawled on physical medium, carried in the backpack of a dead Recon shell, BLACKBIRD type.
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I am Euclides Carron.
I began my life diseased, shoeless, and cold. I was nothing. I ate rats. I slept in mud. Then I found a knife. I used it to find a pistol. I used a pistol to find a rifle. I used a rifle to find credit, then credit to feed my friends, then with my rifle and my money and my friends I bit the hands of the vipers and pigs that held us down. I took their power and hammered it into a land for my people.
But I didn't kill enough of the pigs and vipers.
Traxus. They came to me. They laid out their charts and figures and said look, Euclides, if you want your dream to survive, this is the only choice you can make: die.
So I did. I said goodbye to my body. I gave my land to them. I became the second oldest profession in the world: a mercenary.
In a body riddled with scars and tumors, I built a movement that shook Sol and brought Traxus to my door. Now my soul is assured. I have all the bodies I want. I do not die in a way that matters. I see Earth. I see Mars. I see out beyond. I see other forms of power waiting for me.
I see you, little Runner. I see your knife.
I want to know: Are you a pig? A viper? Or a friend?
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TYPE: TEXT [X]; AUDIO [ ]