15-year-old Brandon Liu was walking back to his house after going to their local grocer Liu was approached by two unrecognizable individuals who were wearing black hoodies, Liu was stabbed five times to the lower abdominal and the two suspects fled the scene witnesses says the rise of Asian Gang Violence is on the rise and the said culprits haven’t been found yet. Police say they are working on to combat Asian Gangs surrounding Little Seoul.
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I’m afraid to walk the street at night from the fear of being stabbed by an Asian gang member, the police needs to do something about this!
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Damn bois. Hook me up on Bobben#0949 again. Been waiting for this!
no cap? back fr fr fr???
Can’t stop, won’t stop.
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we are back…
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Great event last night Embertap! Can’t wait for more rp with the lads!
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In a far away land a slumber is disturbed and something dark stirs…
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The men of Questionable faith are at it again!
A lot of RP is done, and a lot of content is cleared. The raid awaits us Sunday, and more RP after that.
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The Men arrive in Dornogal.
A grey rain falls on Boralus. The city soaks in it, cold and dripping. Waves crash against the stone breakers, relentless, the harbour a churning mass of angry water. Matthew pulls his hood tighter, the soaked fabric clinging to his shoulders, as he watches the rain run down the cobblestones in dirty rivulets. There’s no comfort here, only the grim knowledge that the city breathes through its damp, salt-filled lungs. The streets are quiet but not empty; they’re never empty. Not really.
He moves past the iron fences where the homeless huddle around weak fires, their faces gaunt, hollowed by the same rain that washes the streets clean but never makes them pure. Smoke rises only to vanish in the mist, as fleeting as the hope they once carried. Matthew’s eyes linger, his thoughts tangled. Conquerors? Who was he kidding?
He feels it again, that pulse, the quiet hum beneath his skin. The rain can’t drown it out. The pull of something inevitable, something he’s chosen. He doesn’t resent what it’s become; it’s just another step in the cycle.
Sunrise, parabellum. It’s time to leave your home once again; there’s a new land to conquer.
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