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 Posted: Sat Feb 23, 2008 10:29 pm
What is a good person? Someone who obeys the law, loves their mother and father, and is loyal to their friends? Someone who keeps the environment clean and car pools instead of driving by themselves? Or perhaps a good person is someone that everyone can look up to... a doctor, a teacher, or a priest... If that's what a good person is then we are the exact opposite... We fit none of these things that a good person can be.
We rape and kill. We cannot trust anyone, neither family nor friend. We do not in any way keep the environment clean. Instead, we drive vehicles that spew diseal by the gallons and create large holes in the earth. We are by no means a doctor, teacher, or priest. We are soldiers... Not even your typical soldiers. We are soldiers forced to fight for our freedom. Ex-convicts that decided to step forward and free ourselves from a life of cowering in a corner, afraid of a needle. Civilians are not informed about this, so it looks like this journal will be the only record when the victor returns.
Here's the deal. The government and an island nation in the Pacific Rim had been fighting for years. Where they got their weapons, the government officials weren't sure... or at least they weren't telling us about it. We were told that if we defeated this nation, killed every last man, woman, and child, that we could achieve our freedom. It sounded easy and a vast majority of who were asked agreed to leave their quiet jail cell to murder people we didn't know. However, it was not as easy as we all thought it would be...
We were dropped on the island with military armor and a single automated weapon and a few explosives. Foolish us for believing that the government was going to send in supplies. That would have cost them money. Bastards! It took us nearly two years to wipe out every native and nearly eighty percent of our comrades dead. Still, we conquered this island... along with our freedom! ... Or so we thought.
It was nearly a month before the government contacted our stranded group of criminal soldiers. However, it was not the kind of contact that we were all hoping for. We were so ready to leave the cursed island and get back to lives that we had almost forgotten yet all that came down for us that day were little slips of white paper with the new contract:
"Congratulations on conquering the island for your country. We are pleased with your valiant efforts. However, we regret to inform you that the survival rate was much higher than we had originally calculated. For a full year, we will wait for the number to dwindle to one survivor. The supplies that still remain on the island are at your disposal. If you have an excess of one survivor within one year, we cannot allow any of you to return to your country. Our Condolences. -President [______]"
Condolences our a**! Those government bastards were messing with us! Still, what choice did we have? Everyone wanted to return back to the country of their birth and if we had to kill everyone else in order to do so, hell we were gonna do it! It could be another lie... but we cannot risk the option that it is the truth. Until only one person's standing, we will fight...
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Posted: Sat Feb 23, 2008 11:09 pm
 Yeah, that's right...
Reference Island(s):
Hawaii
Island Used:
Kauai (with no population from the Western World)
Item Used:
Terrain
Ashmore and Cartier Islands
Islands:
Ashmore Island
Cartier Island
Item Used:
Animals (14 species of sea serpents, coral, mollusks, and fish)
You're just jealous of the shovel~
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Posted: Thu Mar 13, 2008 1:44 pm
 Name:
Lance Pankrati
Age:
27
DoB:
6 Aug
Occupation:
Computer Technician
Lineage:
Russia
Nationality:
American
Crime:
28 counts of first-degree murder
Crime Sentence:
Life without Parole
Weapons:
Browning Hi-Power 9mm (w/ 4 13-round magazines)
Explosives:
Dynamite, "home-made" explosives
Armor/Misc:
Rope
Specialty Weapon:
Explosives
Personality:
Obviously, Lance is not right in the head, despite being raised with morals and the law. He does not see killing people as wrong if it's to see things such as fatality rate. Life is not taken seriously by the man and does not show fear of his own death. A spontaneous person that rarely goes into anything with a plan, he is rather good at thinking a couple steps ahead of what he's currently doing. While he can sit down and push pencils for a living, Pankrati needs to be able to do something that he enjoys on a pretty regular basis. If he cannot get rid of stress and restlessness through his hobby, making and setting of explosives, he tends to go a little more crazy than normal.
When it comes to human interaction skills, this man has next to none. He prefers to work alone even if it would take more time to do so. Even as a child, he stayed away from other people, especially people his own age. As an adult, it is easy for him to say that he hates small things. Whether they are small dogs, children, or even small portions at meal time, Pankrati becomes rather irritable having to deal with small things. The only small items that he doesn't seem to mind is chemicals, though large amounts of chemicals is just as good.
Biography:
Currently one of the convicts remaining on the conquered island and one of the original writers of the 'Death Journal,' Lance "the Chemist" Pankrati is quite famous amongst his fellow convicts. Though nobody knows much about his past, most know that the only way to kill him is to catch him with his guard down.
As a child, Pankrati grew up in a Russian immigrant neighborhood with his parents, who were born and raised in Russia. He was said to be an extremely bright child though he was noted to be rather anti-social. Despite this anti-social aspect, he never seemed to harm anyone and was normally left alone. The boy found a love for chemistry in his second year of middle school and played with different, undangerous chemicals from chemistry sets. Though he enjoyed regular chemistry, it was extremely obvious that he loved explosive reactions more than anything else.
As life went on, he began to find recipes and chemical sheets for many explosive weapons. He created several different kinds of explosives just to see if he could do so and tested several out in the wilderness to see if his creations worked. This hobby of his went through college, where he was studying to become a chemist, when he was caught and sentenced to a small amount of prison time and told not to do so again. His prison time led to him being kicked out of the university he was attending and he hopped into a technical school, eventually getting a job as a computer technician at the age of 23.
It didn't take a long time before Pankrati became bored of his life, longing to take up the hobby of explosives once more. Perhaps it was this restraint on his hobby that eventually led to him rigging the building where he worked with several different kinds of explosives and detonating it in order to see the fatality rate. The casualties for that day were 33 people injured, 21 killed at the site, and 7 dying in the ambulance or at the hospital. Though most would see that they had done something wrong and try to flee the scene of the crime, Lance was found sitting amongst the rubble, admiring his own work. In court, he did not attempt to seem innocent of the act he had done. Rather, he seemed rather proud that his explosives had killed as many as 28 people, much to the distress of the family members who lost their loved ones. He ended up submitting a Nolo Contendere (or No Contest plea) and plea bargaining his sentence, though the bargaining only kept him from being sentenced to death.
When the government asked him to fight for them on an island in exchange for his freedom, he was quick to say yes. Though prison life was not particularly bad for him, earning freedom for blowing people up seemed to be a better deal. After the government went back on their initial deal, Pankrati became extremely displeased with the establishment. Though he does not particularly object to killing his own allies, he doesn't mind if he never leaves the island either. If he does get off of the island alive, however, he has stated to the other convicts that the first thing he's going to do is kill off as many government officials as he can.
Extra: his eyes are dark green and his hair is platinum blonde (more for me than anyone else)
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Posted: Thu Mar 13, 2008 2:03 pm
 Name:
Siri Alexander
Age:
22
DoB:
4 Feb
Occupation:
Professional Breakdancer
Lineage:
Sweden, England
Nationality:
Australian
Crime:
Attempt on Governor-General's Life
Crime Sentence:
Life with Chance of Parole
Weapons:
Special-Made Yoyo
Explosives:
Handgrenade [2]
Armor/Misc:
Armored Gloves
Specialty Weapon:
Yoyo
Personality:
Despite her extremely cheerful, upbeat personality, Siri has a bad tendency of speaking exactly what she thinks. Though normally that could be a good thing, her radical-thinking mind keeps it so that she rarely has something good to say. She was not particularly violent until she accepted the offer to kill on an island. Since that time she has slowly become more battle-ready and now can attack even harmless bystanders (though no one of the island can be considered harmless.) Though she is not physically strong, she uses speed and agility to add power to most things that she does. She hates weapons that cannot be sped up quickly and usually does not tote them around. Most of the convicts see her as an easy target and this has allowed her to take down quite a few.
Biography:
Siri's parents were extremely radical thinkers, her father being a professional controversy author and her mother being part of a new-age cult. It was no wonder that the girl grew up with different ideals from every other kid in her neighborhood. Her tendency to speak her thoughts got her into a ton of trouble throughout her school years, though her parents did not seem to mind going in to support their child. Despite growing up with her radical parents, she never joined her mother's cult group.
It was not until college that she was able to find people with similar beliefs. Siri hung around this group throughout her college years while pursuing a degree in Business. However, business was not her passion. What the girl really desired to do was breakdance professionally. When her "friends" found out about her passion, they reccommended several places to be recognized for her talents and after a time, she was "recognized" for her talents and asked to work for a dancing company in music videos.
What Siri did not know, however, was that her "friends" had blackmailed several people to hire her on. Though she was definitely above average in dancing, she was not quite at the level of most other professional dancers. The girl did not seem to mind this fact because she felt that she was extremely lucky in everything that she did. Her "friends" continued to "support" her until one of them was caught trying to set the Australian Parliment on fire and thrown into jail. It was at that time that the group plotted to exact their revenge on the government by killing the country's "top man."
When the time came to do so, however, many of them were caught immediately and escorted out. This was because they had actual weapons on their persons when they went. Siri, however, carried her weapon as a yoyo, easily getting by security after showing them that she had access to the stage. In front of many, the girl swung the yoyo, expecting to hit her mark perfectly. Foolishly, she did not think that one of the guards would move in front of the target and get in her way. Though the yoyo's blade did not kill the guard, it did slice the lower fourth of his left off.
She was tried and convicted of attempted murder and sentenced to life in prison with a chance of parole after 25 years. It was only a year later that the government asked if she would participate in the assault on the island in order to gain freedom. She was one of the few that almost refused but in the end gave in to the offer. Though she was betrayed by the government, she is not nearly as angry as some of the other convicts on the island. Siri says that she already knew they were going to go back on the offer. Still, life on an uninhabited island is better than a jail cell.
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Posted: Thu Mar 13, 2008 7:24 pm
 Name:
Adrian Lee
Code Name:
Li Bai-Shi
Age:
32
DoB:
7 Dec
Occupation:
USSS Special Agent
Lineage:
Korean, Chinese, Euro Mutt
Nationality:
American
Crime:
None
Crime Sentence:
None
Weapons:
SIG Sauer P229 DAK Model (.357 SIG chamber) [4 12-round clips], IMI Uzi [2 50-round magazines], FN P90 [2 50-round magazines], Heckler & Koch MP5 [3 30-round magazines], Gerber Mark II
Explosives:
None
Armor/Misc:
Body Armor
Specialty Weapon:
Guns and Martial Arts
Personality:
On the job, Adrian is known to be one of the most dedicated and hard-working agents. He does everything in his power to do what he needs to do, even if it means working over the time he is required to do. Though this tendency has caused to him to be categorized as a work-a-holic of sorts, he is held in high esteem by his commanders. He is very serious when he needs to be but he can easily drop the serious look and talk with a smile on his face. Off the job, the man is extremely laidback and loves his family more than anything in the world. He has many friends that are not related to his work. His best ability is being able to adapt quickly to many situations, almost like how a chameleon changes its color to adapt to its background.
Biography:
Though not a criminal nor a (now-dead) resident of the island, Adrian Lee is on the island in order to kill all of the criminals. His arrival came when the government littered white paper down upon the battle-worn convicts. His mission was, and still is, to eliminate the rest of the convicts and come back to the country after a year's time has passed. Being someone from the government, Lee came to the island better prepared than the rest of the convicts but prefers sneaking behind the convicts and killing them without them seeing his face. Despite this method of killing, the man had his face modified through theatrical means in order to keep his identity relatively hidden, as well as changing his name to Li Bai-Shi for the time being.
Lee grew up in what seemed to be a normal American family as the second son. His father was a doctor and his mother was a homemaker that took care of three sons and a daughter. Growing up, he idolized his father and was positive that he would become a doctor as well. He also took several kinds of martials arts, excelling at the arts with a surprising amount of skill. It wasn't until about his second year of high school that Lee began to think about a career that strayed from the medical field.
Adrian went through a typical life during his college years and came out with a bachelor's degree. He began his secret service career shortly afterwards and has been working in the agency for a little over 10 years. Though he does not have a large amount of real combat experience, he has faced many different kinds of situations.
The man found himself heading towards the island of convicts when there was a meeting among the President and his Cabinet. At the time he was assigned to the Presidential Protective Division and managed to hear what was being discussed. Upon hearing the dilemma, he volunteered himself to help exterminate the host of traitors and murderers. Though it took about half a month to set the man up for the mission, he was eventually headed to the battlefield where he would enter combat while the convicts were distracted by the notes from the military.
He is determined to finish his mission so that he can safely come back home to his family. During his 5th year in the USSS, the man met his current wife and after a year and a half, married her. He currently has a 2 year old son that's waiting for his father to come back home. Lee does not intend to leave his wife as a widow.
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Posted: Wed Mar 19, 2008 4:31 pm
 Name:
Mihael Orpherus
Age:
31
DoB:
21 May
Occupation:
Assassin
Lineage:
Germany
Nationality:
German
Crime:
Assassination of Several World Leaders
Crime Sentence:
Death Row
Weapons:
Browning Hi-Power 9mm [w/ 2 13-round magazines], Knife Dusters (Steel Knuckles with Flick Knives built in) [2]
Explosives:
Incendiary grenades [3], Smoke grenades [5]
Armor/Misc:
QuikClot - Granular [7 packages], QuikClot - Dressing [4]
Specialty Weapon:
Knife Duster
Personality:
Growing up in family that insisted that he was born a murderer, Mihael was never allowed the chance of a normal mind. It only became worse when he realized that all humans clung to life, fearing death. He ended up settling with a mind set that told him that he was a horrible person, but so were all the other humans that lived around him. While he himself started as a person afraid of death, he is also someone who feels that he brings death to others in order to rid the world of immoral people. Even if he had the wish to keep himself from killing others, it is likely that he would be able to stop himself any longer. Unlike other killers on the island, he is looking to be killed during his stay though he will not allow himself to be killed easily. Though he is unsure of what would happen if all humans were eventually killed off, he wishes to rid the world of them.
A person that does not love anyone, even if they were stupid enough to love him, he classifies people under two categories: useful and trash. Useful people are to be used as much as possible before they die. If a promise is made with a useful person then Mihael will do his best to uphold the promise until the day he dies. Trash is anyone that is not useful, or even a hindrance, to him. These people are the kind of humans that Mihael desires to kill and any words he speaks to them cannot be trusted, unless they are clients paying him money.
Biography:
Mihael was a child born into a world of blood, even from birth. Though modern medicine made it almost impossible for a mother to die during child birth, one of the drugs administered to the woman was said to have agitated the baby and he ended up clawing the woman badly in order to stay in the womb. Because of this clawing, the child ended up coming out feet first, opposed to the normal head first. Child, covered in blood, almost ended up dying while the mother died due to internal bleeding. Mihael's immediate family always blamed the boy for his mother's death and he was forced to believe that it could have happened differently. Like his family, he blamed himself for his mother's death and eventually came to realize that he had only two options: life or death.
He could never find the willpower to kill himself, no matter how miserable his life was going and finally reasoned that he couldn't kill himself because he was afraid of dying. He was able to observe the people around him quietly, realizing that everyone was afraid of death and that it was one of the things that humans would sacrifice anything to avoid. The dawning of this realization slowly escalated from his toddler days until he was the age of 9 years of age, when a large war erupted within Europe. His father, in order to avoid being drafted into the military, paid a great sum of money and gave his son to the German military in order to be trained to kill.
Though he had very little formal schooling, he was able to pick up things at a decent pace and was schooled harshly in things such as assembling weapons, creating dangerous chemicals and poisons, and using everything he could find to his advantage in battle. The more experience he attained, the harder the people who trained him became in practice situations. He entered into the battlefield at the age of 15, but at the age of 17 the war reached an end and the military discharged him as well as children similar to him. Unfortunately, there was really no place for trained killers in normal situations and the normal Germans knew the released military killers as "rabid, stray dogs."
With no where to go and no job to keep him from starving, he slowly began grouping other strays and creating an underground assassination ring. The group took jobs from killing unfaithful husbands to killing high-ranked government officials. In the end, it was one of the more severe requests that ended up being the final request of the group of trained assassins. An anonymous letter with a large amount of money enclosed in it appeared before the group, requesting that the leaders gathering at the UN be killed on international television. How the group did it and whether they showed up on the television screen was up to the group. A month later, as requested, the group infiltrated the building where the leaders would be gathering and were able to take out about half of the leaders that gathered that day, including the ambassador of the United States and the ambassador of England. Unfortunately, the group was caught before they were able to finish the job and taken to prison. With no knowledge of who their client was, the international court was unable to take down the assassins' client as well, but all of the assassins were put onto death row.
He was among the first to be given an offer of freedom by the United States if he fought in the war for them. Though he was not interested in gaining freedom, he was not one to turn down a chance to kill. He, along with Lane Pankrati and another man, wrote something that ended up titled as the 'Death Journal' during his stay on the island. During his time on the island and with what little news of the outside world they received, he began to realize that it was the President of the United States that had hired him and his associates. Mihael, along with his fellow assassins, had sworn to the others that they would one day kill the client that ended up getting them sent to jail.
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Posted: Thu Mar 20, 2008 4:42 pm
Opening Statement "Y-You..." the man spoke in terror, sprawled out on the floor behind his desk, "You're not supposed to be alive!" This man was certain that help would arrive soon. After all, he was the President of the United States- no- the world! He was the single most important man in the known universe.
"Why Mister President, you look as though you've seen a ghost," a man with golden hair drenched in natural oils spoke in a laidback but confident tone. In his hand there was a long metal rope. There were places along the rope where another's blood had once run. He bent down to the cowering man with a maddened grin on his face. "Who were you expecting? Agent Lee?" the man asked, sounding as though he was in the funniest situation that could have occured in the Oval Office, "Sorry, but Agent Lee is still laying around that island you sent us to. Don't worry though; you won't be needing to pick him up."
"Wh-What are you planning to do?" the president spoke, trying not to sound as frightened as he truly was. The man tried to slowly back himself from the other, finding his back against a wall.
"Oh nothing... I'm just fulfilling a couple promises I made."
"Y-You don't..." the man tried to swallow, "There's no one... that can appreciate your promises. You don't need to do anything."
The approach of the other halted momentarily as he stared at the president, soon throwing his back and laughing. However, just as suddenly as it had started, the laughter stopped and the man swooped in close to the other. His lifeless moon gray eyes stared the man in the eye, causing goosebumps and the kind of indescribable fear that hunted prey would feel. "Alright," he started, "If we're such good friends, you can tell me my name, right?"
The president hesitated, his fear-filled eyes wandering to the clock. He had no idea where all his men were. What could be taking so for them to get to the Oval Office? When his eyes slowly drifted back to the invader, his dry mouth opened. "No... I do not know your name..." he told him quietly, "but if you have any idea who I am, you cannot kill me." This was spoken with more confidence than he had, but hopefully, it would be enough to scare the other off.
The man grinned at the president with the same crazed look as before. He began to force the political leader onto his stomach and tie his arms and legs together with the metal rope, tightening it until blood was drawn. "Then you should know that my birth name is Mihael Orpherus," he spoke, "I'm sure you had seen the name in the newspapers. It caused quite a disturbance around the entire world at the time..."
"That still does not explain why you are attempting to assassinate the President of the United States of America," the man gritted through his teeth.
"On the contrary, it does," Mihael spoke, standing up and pulling a Browning Hi-Power from inside his coat. The president flinched, knowing that he would die from a single shot. It was surprising when the other man tossed the gun across the room. "I am killing a corrupt, murdering b*****d. The person I am about to kill is not the President of the United States, but a dictator of the world. Think of him as a modern Hitler or Hussein..." the man continued before smiling rather sarcastically, "But don't worry. He's sure to go out with a bang."
As Mihael turned to walk out of the room, the other man struggled to move after him. "W-Wait! Please! I don't want to die!" he begged, a desperate look on his face. Mihael did not turn to face him and his only response was maniacal laughter.
With the door wide open, the president could see why no one came to his aid. Secret Service, soldiers, politicians, maids, and even his laughter laid throughout the hallway in pools of blood. Bulletholes and large gashes could easily be seen in the walls, as well as the initial splatter of crimson life. The former "rabid stray German dog" had killed everyone in order to get to him. Mihael had come to kill him yet he was still alive. The man had the chance to kill him yet he stilled lived! Why?! There had to be a reason why he had been left alive! The bound president's mind agonized over this fact and paranoia set in.
Mihael would come back to torture him! He would not be able to escape death this easily! There was just-
The president would not be allowed to finish his thought as the White House was turned into a pile of rubble. A large series of explosions caused the building to be destroyed. The bodies, including that of the president, were quickly incinerated. In front of the newly demolished White House, Mihael watched from a distance as many people swarmed around. Amongst the shocked public, he could go relatively unseen, something falling from his hands as he walked out of the crowd and towards a dark blue car. It would be a while before the airports would be running once more, but when they did, he would be on the first plane back to Germany.
The decimation of the White House would be an event that would lead to the downfall of the United States. Newspapers around the world would be discussing it for years, but no one would ever know who exactly did it. The only thing they would find would be a black notebook that bore fingerprints of a well-known, but dead assassin. On the inside cover of the notebook would read "Death Journal" and the pages of the notebook would tell a story that no one except the government knew of...
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Posted: Thu Apr 03, 2008 7:03 pm
not yet D<
Account One
“Congratulations on conquering the island for your country. We are pleased with you valiant efforts. However, we regret to inform you that the survival rate was much higher than we had originally calculated. For a full year we will wait for the number to dwindle to one survivor. The supplies that still remain on the island are at your disposal. If you have an excess of one survivor within one year, we cannot allow any of you to return to your country. Our condolences.
-President of the United States of America”
[Death Journal, p. 2]
The words that were written on each slip of white paper were the most disappointing words that the government could have given to an island of exhausted soldiers. These soldiers were not only soldiers, but convicts that were promised freedom if they could completely destroy a dangerous culture of people. It had taken two long years of fighting without any additional assistance from the government. If they had not pillaged the villages during the war, all of the convicts would have died within the first few months.
Among the surviving criminal soldiers, however, were two men who had gained an abundance of notoriety. The first, and most feared, was a German man by the name of Mihael Orpherus. Almost everyone knew of his story and why he had been sent to prison, but no one knew much of the life that led to his life of crime.
Mihael was a child that was born with bleeding flesh embedded in his fingernails. Though modern medicine had made it nearly impossible for a mother to die during child birth, one of the drugs administered to the woman was said to have agitated the baby, and the child clawed as ferociously as he could in order to remain in the womb of his mother. Because of the attempt to stay within the womb, the child was born with his feet emerging first, instead of the normal head first. The internal bleeding of the mother was not stopped in time and though the blood-drenched baby could be saved, the mother’s fate was to die. Already the first sin had been committed in life.
The family that had to raise the baby had never let go of their hate for it and Mihael grew up being called a murderer. As a child, he attempted to end his life many times, but he always became afraid and did nothing in the end. During his ninth year of life, the boy realized that everyone was afraid to die and that most would sacrifice anything in order to continue living, including the ones they were supposed to love.
A month before Mihael was to turn nine years of age, a large war had violently erupted within Europe. In order to avoid being drafted into the military, his father paid a large sum of money and “sold” his son to the German military in order to be trained as an advanced soldier. The military trained their elite division of young soldiers to be able to survive harsh conditions and kill. As with most of the other soldiers who trained alongside him, Mihael was sent to the battlefield upon completing his training at the age of fifteen. Unfortunately, at the age of seventeen, the war reached an end and the military discharged everyone within their division of advanced soldiers.
However, all of the advanced soldiers of the military had been trained at a very young age and there was no need for trained killers in a time of peace, thus no place for them in normal society. The broken division was left to fend for themselves in the streets and became known as “stray Rottweilers,” vicious dogs that would attack with little forewarning. With no where to go, no job to keep him from starving, and an indomitable will to persevere, Mihael began to group the other stray Rotts and created an underground assassination ring. The ring declared that it would take all jobs, no matter how easy or difficult. Many of the jobs were things such as killing unfaithful spouses, but the final job had become known worldwide.
An anonymous letter had come to the ring of dogs with a large amount of money enclosed within it as well as a letter instructing them to assassinate all of the world leaders that gathered at the United Nations during an upcoming assembly that would be shown on international television. Though this job was not something that anyone wanted to do, the group refused to back down from the request and, on the date given, infiltrated the building. That day, the Rotts were able to assassinate half of the people gathered together, including the ambassador of the United States and the ambassador of England. As they expected, however, they were caught and detained before they could finish the job and each participant was sentenced to death row. However, their client was never discovered and thus, the international court system could not imprison the mastermind behind the entire plot.
During his time in prison, Mihael became extremely withdrawn, being forced to into solitary confinement. It was several years before someone from the United States came and offered him a proposition: to go kill people on a troublesome island nation and earn his freedom in doing so. Though the man did not mind being left alone within a prison, he did not hesitate to accept the chance to do the only thing he knew to do: kill.
Mihael’s friend during the initial island war- or at least as close as one could be to someone who would unflinchingly stab one in the back because he felt like it- was a Russian-American convict gained a great deal of notoriety as well. He was the one who suggested the idea of writing an account- later known as the Death Journal- of what the United States of America had forced the hired convicts to do. The man’s birth-given name was Lance Pankrati, but everyone on the island knew him as the “Chemist.” Though his upbringing was the closest one could call “normal,” he was perhaps one of the most sick-minded of the group.
Lance had always been fascinated by the world of chemistry growing up and found his love for explosives within high school. This love quickly grew into an obsession and in college, he was officially banned from anything dealing with chemistry. Needless to say, this put a large gaping hole in his plans for the future and he was forced to drop out of college and enter into a technical school to become a computer technician. There was an effort to reform and keep from messing with chemicals, but for Lance, it seemed impossible for him to ever completely stay away from them.
At the age of twenty-four, the man rigged the area where he worked with homemade explosives that he had invented. To his delight, the fatality rate of the explosives was somewhat larger than he had predicted, the casualties for that day being recorded as thirty-three people injured, twenty-one people killed instantaneously, and seven people expiring within a hospital. Most murderers would have enough sense to believe that they had done something wrong and flee the scene of the crime; however, Lance did not find anything wrong with testing the fatality rate with unknowing test subjects and was found sitting amongst the rubble, admiring his work. To make it even worse for the families of the victims, when Lance was brought in for questioning, he did not deny any of the acts that he had committed and ended up plea bargaining for “life in prison” instead of the death penalty.
His “life in prison” was short-lived however, and the government offered him a job as a soldier for his freedom. Without even taking the consideration time that he was to receive, the man quickly jumped on the offer, wanting to get out of prison so he could experiment with many different kinds of explosives once more. Unlike most of the convicts that accepted, he did recognize the possibility of being fed a governmental lie. It was not surprising that as the white paper slips fell from the sky, Lance was not among those who were smitten with dismay and anger.
“What is this?!”
“They lied to us! Those government bastards!”
“What did you expect?” Lance spoke, his forest colored eyes seemed to watch the others like a hawk. Even as they all turned to him with infuriated gazes, the man did not rise from his place on a rotting tree stump. His tanned hand pulled up a black notebook, not much different from any other notebook one would buy in a store. “If you wanna whine like a pack of bitches, you can all have some diary time later. For now, I think we should be thinking about what kind of action we’re going to be taking,” he crooned loudly, waving the notebook back and forth.
The other men growled and snapped insults back at the Chemist, but no attack occurred. No one would dare attack Lance openly, not with Mihael nearly two feet away from him. The two fought together, Mihael taking care of most of the close combat while Lance used explosives and forethought to seek and destroy hidden enemies. They didn't talk to each other as much as the other convicts would have liked to believe, but during the war they had trusted each other enough to leave their backs open a bit.
Their most crucial decision would to be whether or not to continue working as a pair until they needed to kill each other. The other convicts would never start to think about this option, knowing that at one time or another they would have to kill their partner, but both Mihael and Lance knew the two advantages they would gain in remaining partners: having a stronger defense until the later days when they would be forced to split and having a stronger, more planned method of attacking those who remained by themselves. Of course, there was no guarantee that no one else would not figure this out. The convicts were a mixed bag of minds. The only thing that any of them had in common was the fact that they had all received life or death row as a prison sentence.
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