... I was not expecting any guests on such a drizzling day. What are you, a hound drenched in alcohol?
HP | 76.0 + (2.6*lvl) |
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Identity Acquisition | ... I was not expecting any guests on such a drizzling day. What are you, a hound drenched in alcohol? |
Morning Greeting | The sun has risen. Work your respective streets. Manage what needs managing, take what's there to take. |
Afternoon Greeting | For lunch... yes. We will head to the pub that owes us protection fee. It will be for the benefit of us all if we give them a discount on the protection fee equal to the amount of food we consume there. |
Evening Greeting | Streets during the night are ripe for conflict. Prepare for battle; we will clear the streets of those who leech on our territory. |
Chatter #1 | Word on the street is that... us Dead Rabbits are 'kind' for a gang. I fail to understand this perspective. They say that not many gangs actually protect those they extort protection money from. Odd. I merely see this as a wise business decision to protect our future assets without unnecessary bloodshed. |
Chatter #2 | A new recruit joined our ranks. He did not smell like the gutters, so I do not understand what someone who hasn't spent much time in the streets is doing out here. But his eyes... I saw venom in his eyes. I intend to let him stay with us as long as he is useful. |
Chatter #3 | It is an old tradition of the Dead Rabbits to throw our scarves before a fight. This scarf, tied like a rabbit's ears, symbolizes our zeal as we hop our way into battle. |
Post-Uptie Chat 1 | A lot of... time has passed. A conflict with a different gang will be a benefit to our organization. It is more efficient to take the time of those who have been extorting times of others for a long while than it is to collect protection fees. |
Post-Uptie Chat 2 | Heathcliff... was it? Not bad. I did notice that he may be overcompensating for something, however. It was as though he wanted to prove that his existence was worth it. ... I suppose I will be seeing him for longer than I expected. |
Idle | Always take things slow. Time... can always be made again. |
Uptying | We will soon have to make time. Quite opportune that there are other gangs roaming our streets. I see this as a perfect opportunity to make some extra time. |
Deployment | Time to make some... time. |
Stage Entry | It's the Dead Rabbits' time. |
Viewed in Battle | I do not have much time at this moment. |
Commencing Attack | I will thrash them. |
Enemy Stagger | Are you hallucinating rabbits? You must be concussed. |
Staggered | Hm... |
Enemy Killed | I will take what surplus time you have. |
Death | I knew... that this day would come... I will take it slow... to my last breath... |
Check Passed | It was but a matter of time. |
Check Failed | I will take responsibility for this. |
Victory Cry | Though we haven't bought much time from this conflict, we have successfully absorbed their forces into our fold. Our sphere of influence grows. |
Extra Conditions Fulfilled | Hm... well fought. I quite like our new recruit as well. I suppose we can start accepting more applicants that come our way. |
Defeat Wail | Sometimes we end up losing time. ... This is fine. As long as there is some time remaining in our watch... we will be all right. |
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Starting the journal entry for today.
It continues to rain in this alleyway. The rainfall has been continuing for precisely 135 hours.
- The rain did intermittently subside a few times during that period, but taking into account the humidity levels and the particulars of the nephological conditions, it can be said that heavy rainfall has been continuing for the entire 135-hour period.
I have recommended that the family spend as much time indoors as possible, as heavy rainfall limits the kind of activities that may be conducted outdoors. But...
... some of them are starting to become restless with cabin fever. The time to collect protection fees is also long past; we were compelled to act.
The job itself went rather smoothly. Though I must leave it in writing this unideal fact that raindrops soaked our coats, which weighed us down.
Nothing was out of the ordinary. We successfully collected our protection fees and received sustenance from certain establishments in return for giving them a discount on the said fee.
Some fled from us in fear, and some fearless gangsters dared to start a fight with us. We thrashed them all the same.
It is a beneficial thing that we are consistently getting those that seek to challenge us, to test their sturdiness against our bats.
We can fill our time reserves with theirs, and grow our renown among the gangs of District 20 so that we may rise to the top of the pyramid.
It happened once we returned to our base after one such productive day.
Of course, I had an inkling that something like this was going to happen.
I felt that odd, puzzling gaze on me as I went about my day. It was not so different from that curious gaze of a distant stray cat.
Not a murderous gaze, but it was certainly... aggressive. 'Puzzling' may be the only word that can describe it.
That gaze followed us all the way to the base.
With our base discovered, I wondered for a moment if I should reveal our Syndicate to this interloper before disposing of him. But my worries were soon resolved.
He appeared before us, stumbling like a wet hound.
... And asked to be accepted as a part of our Syndicate.
I could tell that he was not a spy of a different gang or some foolish swindler who had more bravado than sense.
I saw... a pair of ceaselessly wandering eyes, dripping with venom and desperation.
He must be someone with a history; though thoroughly dirtied, the clothes on his back were made from obviously expensive fabric.
So... I decided to test him.
I had to know the extent of his mettle. I have no need for someone who is all bark and no bite, after all. He must be able to decapitate a person if there was a need to do so instead of getting weak in the knees.
So I lied to him that he first had to pass a test to join us. No such foolish ritual existed for the Dead Rabbits, of course.
Luckily, we had a longstanding rivalry with a certain other gang. It wouldn't be so unexpected if one of us killed one of their lowest-ranking members. I ordered our new recruit-hopeful to kill one of them.
... I was surprised by two things.
First was his complete lack of hesitation as he turned around to leave our base.
Second was that, when he returned shortly after with blood all over his face and fists, he brought back the corpse stuffed into a sack.
A promise is a promise, after all. He now rests at a corner of our base, easing his weary body.
I thought I had spent quite the significant time as a boss of this gang, but this kind of surprise does not come often.
Perhaps this won't last. Perhaps I have accepted not a hound, but a wolf into our fold...
Tonight, I sleep expecting great things from this 'Heathcliff'.