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The First Topic, which you should probably read first: http://www.mspaforums.com/showthread.php?37069-AdultStuck-%28Text-AU.-We-re-back!%29k
The third topic: http://www.mspaforums.com/showthread...II-Name-a-Gang
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The Mirror: http://nixshadow.com/mspfa/?s=238&p=1
The Tumblr: http://adultstuck.tumblr.com/
The Formsprings: http://www.formspring.me/AdultStuck, formspring.me/draconicmachine, formspring.me/askTheKobSquad, http://www.formspring.me/TeslaTM
The Message Board: http://s15.invisionfree.com/AdultStuck_Forums/index.php
The TV Tropes Page: http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Fanfic/AdultStuck
The Fan Art forum: http://z15.invisionfree.com/AdultStu...hp?showforum=5
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Author's Notes and other Fine Questions
Bastet: Continue jail time. ==>
You attempt to be Bastet Maryam Sekhmet, five sweep old cat-bat-spider troll extraordinaire, in order to pick up where you left off and perhaps get the hell out of that jail cell.
You fail entirely, for now. Someone else seems to be demanding our attention. Someone significantly less friendly and likable.
We will turn our gaze from THE CITY for the moment, and instead cast it upon CARAPACE TOWN once again.
Yes, Carapace Town. Behold it's fancy psuedo-wild-west design, it's dirt roads, it's crappy early 20th Century Earth cars and fanciful horse carriages. Watch as the happy, mostly peaceful Carapeople go about their own damn business, greeting each other in the street and then walking quickly. It is, for the most part, a happy place.
Except for a smal, but heavily concentrated area of unpleasantness general located around the infamous MIDNIGHT CASINO, the town's most HAPPENING NIGHT SPOT.
Of course, it is the middle of the day, so there's not a lot of HAPPENING happening. But there are plenty of gangsters in the casino, at least. So that's something.
It is a fairly opulent place given the rest of the town, and fistfights are frequent within it's walls. Booze is plentiful, as are other, seedier things. It is not a place for children.
It also happens to conceal an entrance to a MINE, a fact that is presently causing one JACK NOIR alias SPADES SLICK a.k.a. the MIDNIGHT CREW'S ACE OF SPADES no end of grief.
They expected the mine to contain untold riches. What it instead has produced so far is...Something else.
Jack Noir ==>
You are now JACK "SPADES SLICK" NOIR. And you are presently watching the main floor of the CASINO/DANCE CLUB/BAR from your THIRD FLOOR OFFICE, via one way mirror. Since it's not normal business hours, the area below is filled with lesser members of the MIDNIGHT CREW. There's mostly just some general maitenence and set up going on.
Satisfied, you turn around, looking around your office.
It is fairly sparse, to be honest. It's mostly just a desk with the latest skinny on local events from your informants, and some file cabinets. And...That other thing. The little...sculpture your underlings found on one of the early digs. You try not to think about it, but you can't seem to bring yourself to sell it or throw it away...Even when it starts whispering to you. You think that's supposed to be a bad sign, but hey, Droog was always bothering you to take some pride in your work environment. It shuts him up, certainly.
You suppose you've done well for yourself. You may not run this town, yet...But you do run all the crime. And that's a start. You had a hell of a time getting to where you are though. Bringing together all of the criminally minded Carapeople was and is a difficult task, one made all the more difficult by the fact that you had to incorporate your biggest rival into the organization when it became all too clear that killing him would just take FOREVER.
To make matters worse, you suspect him of trying to pull one over on you. Some of your funds have gone missing rather mysteriously lately, and you think he may be trying to turn some of the other gangsters against you. It's the last thing you need when you suspect the town's TOP INVESTIGATOR of spying on you. The damn SHERIFF has also come around asking too many questions lately.
And that's why you decided to have him come up today. You have little hope that you can dispose of him, but you might at least find out something. Maybe you could even threaten him with sugar or something. Speaking of...
The door opens, and an enormous, white caraperson - the KING OF SPADES strolls in, already scowling at you. He approaches your desk. You politely ask him to have a seat...Carefully. You don't want to have to replace another chair after his fat ass broke the last one.
All right, you think as you head behind your desk and sit down. How will you approach this...?
Dammit. Making him the KING OF SPADES has not made you hate MOBSTER KINGPIN any less.

















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