Anyway, for as long as I can remember, Troy was a pretty quiet, good place to live. Until Helen came to town, anyway. Yeah, I know, cliché as hell, isn’t it? But it happened. I remember the day she moved here, her bright pink SUV blaring down the road without a care for the 15-mile-an-hour speed limit. I remember how perfect her lawn was before she got her neon-green acrylic nails into it. Once she had her say, the grass had pink flamingos and there were more strange people going in and out of that woman’s house than you could count on both hands and both feet.
Then, one day, they found her dead in her own home with evidence that she’d been dating some mobster. Everything went to shit right quick. The town kind of closed themselves off from the outside world, and everyone suspected everyone else, even their closest friends and family. Turns out that there was a mob presence in good ole Troy…but you don’t wanna hear about that, do you? Oh, you do, eh? Alright, I remember the whole thing like it was yesterday…and if you gimme anything more about clichés, you won’t be hearing the rest of the story. Capiche?
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Players Alive:
Blackberry
Netlava
Near
Acidmix
Battousai
Replaces FlyingFoxBat
charter
Tinsley
Macavenger
Walnut
Hadhfang
CF Riot
ShadowGirl
Sleepin' With the Fishies:
Helen (NPC died Pregame)
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Status:
Day 1 has begun!