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There's a way we have to run this place. I don't like it, and neither do alot of other people here. What choice do we have? We gotta have rules.

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Got a problem? Something you need help with? Or just an opinion to help us move forward? This is the place to share it. Guest friendly.

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Going on a vacation, or just taking a break for a while? Be sure to let the rest of the folks here know in advance.

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Well, you did it. I'm not quite sure if I should congratulate you, seeing what you've gotten yourself into. Ever wanna look back at your bio, or see the works of others? This is the place to do it.

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Plots, stories, looking for ads; yep, the whole nine yards. Here's the place to make yourself known to the world before actually jumping into it. Have fun while you can, kiddies.

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Sub-boards: Looking For..., Your Story, Plots Galore

A place of swearing, heavy crates and boxes, sweaty shirtless men, and plenty of stories to go around, the shipyard is definitely one of a kind. Only ships that sail by sea can be found here, however.

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Sub-board: SEAPORT

Miles and miles of empty sand would be an accurate description of these beaches. You can't, however, overlook the magnificent view as the sun slowly sinks into the horizon. This is the only place that can truly be deemed majestic.

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A vast, wide open space with nothing but miles of nature to marvel at. This place is hardly traveled through, seeing as all anyone here wants is smack-dab in the middle of the city.

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Endless fields, warm breezes, beautiful wildflowers, the smell of clean linens and fresh produce: all signs that you have reached the quaint little town of Old Maple, my friend. Some call it paradise, a utopia. Others call it a bunch of hicks with poor hygiene and smelly old animals. Either way, this homestead is a place all its own around here.

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Sub-boards: FAMILY FARMS, BLUEBELL LAKE, MARKETPLACE, ABANDONED MILL

A towering tunnel deep below the Earth's surface, this is the center of all of Bloodhawk's operations. There's just about any kind of building you could find upon land down here: bakeries, laboratories, observatories, even a few homes--everything needed to keep his followers informed, safe, and comfortable. Red Cards and invites only.

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The site of a train crash, this abandoned station is the perfect place for fight-or-flight training. Here, aspiring members of Bloodhawk's society will be taught how to fight, defend, hide, and steal with the utmost of skill.

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No one's quite sure what's past this shadowy metal hallway, seeing as the only one to ever pass it is the Hawk himself. He doesn't say much about his life outside of the flock, and he advises others to do the same.

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This living area..if you can call it that...is the version of "home" to an assortment of outcasts and vagabonds that were discarded from the center of Bronze City. This isn't exactly the most "neighborly" of neighborhoods, so be sure to watch your back, outsiders...
-Joker territory-

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Howling cats, drunk buffoons stumbling out of taverns, the homeless of these dirty streets, the smell of the sewer--ah, the alleyways. Regardless of how unclean and frightening it may be, it's the only way to cross into the industrial district. Not that that's much better, but there's rumor that through these narrow walkways, Bloodhawk's spies and ruthless thieves lurk in the shadows...

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Mayor Longfellow once said, "Justice is like the sun: it never truly rests." Whether he was right or not, this established building has always been right in the center of the city. That is, until it became overgrown with weeds and mold, which is when it was decisively too hideous aestheticly to sit amongst the "properly kept" buildings. Perhaps justice never rests, but it sure is good at hiding.

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Your mind. The more you know, the more dangerous you are. How do you think the Black Wizard managed to conquer half the city? He sure didn't do it just by being suave. It may sound cliche, but knowledge is always power, my friends. And this is the place to get it.

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The prayer of many believers these days. Bless the souls of the sinners. Save them from their demons. May they emerge from their darkness. It's something we're all hoping for, but faith is a very rare thing these days.

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Have you ever wondered about your destiny? How your stars are aligned? Take a seat, young one, and learn about all that the supernatural world has to offer you.
-Melinda, the Great Diviner-

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Drink and be merry, lads. The sun will shine upon you soon enough. Enjoy the long, rowdy nights while you have the chance. You've only got one life to live, after all, and seeing how things are around here, the odds are it won't be a long one.

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No one ever said the Black Wizard didn't appreciate beauty. After the unfortunate, completely accidental demise of the Governor, he promptly set to fitting this gorgeous garden to his standards. A place of true artistry.

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The mansion opens up to a darkwood, open foyer with a black onyx staircase winding upward to the second floor. Cracking vases of well-kept flowers, courtesy of Rae, are perfectly placed all throughout the space. The ceiling towers at twenty feet, skillfully crafted stainglass images adorning the top walls. This room radiates a sense of elegance, pride, and darkness.

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Sub-boards: LOUNGE, BEDROOMS, PRIVATE OFFICE, BALLROOM, CORRIDORS, LIBRARY, DINING ROOM, KITCHEN, PARLOR, CELLAR

Buy your way into notoriety, or fancy up your profile with these little trinkets.

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Sub-board: Keeping Records

As the name states, we've pretty much just gone outta whack with this one. This is the board for ramblings, rantings, ravings... You get the picture. Aces are wild, my friend.

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All threads must come to an end, and here is their afterlife: preserved forever within these lovely archives. If a thread is finished, please contact a staff member so that it can be moved swiftly.

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Indeed, my children. FEAR THE FIFI BOARD. FWAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

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