Exiled Original Gangsters/Exodus

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Contents 1 History 1.1 Edgetown 1.2 The Gangsters Anger the Elder Powers 1.3 Hashaa Intervenes 1.4 Drinking the Ghoul-Aid

[edit] History

Before the hurricane, before everything went crazy, Edgetown was just a slum on the edge of bright and sunny St. Germaine. The people of Edgetown were the broke, the users, the down-and-out. They were torn apart by the dozens of rival gangs that did little more than increase the murder rate and decrease the income of the average citizen of Edgetown. The EOG changed all that.

The Edgetown Original Gangsters are a union of all the street gangs of Edgetown. Founded by Jack Deck and a shadowy character named Kibbs, the leadership of the EOG has since grown to include the hyper-violent MacDre, the ingenious Lil Cuz and the man who stacks the paper right, Mo P..

The gangsters of Edgetown found themselves in a completely different world after the Hurricane, but that didn't even make them blink. The freaks who keep the poor man down have always looked like devils and robots to us anyway.

[edit] Edgetown

"Tha Crib" was at 36,47 on St. Germaine Island. It wasn't just any stronghold, it was only the single-most pimpinest stronghold in all of St Germaine, aiight. Gangstas didn't even hafta leave the crib to fix up they gats, shanks, or jackets, or get that latest bulletwound patched up. Hellz yeah.

The Edgetown Original Gangsters defended the area of Edgetown with their lives, though they could sometimes be seen elsewhere in St Germaine chasin' some tail or shoppin' for mad threads and phat rims.

If any busta ass crew was dumb enough to set up they crib in Edgetown, the OGs came down on them like a swarm of mushroom cloud layin' mothafuckas and killed them til they got the fuckin message. They don't hafta wait for the word from the top they was on you like spots on dice.

[edit] The Gangsters Anger the Elder Powers

The gangsters were merciless. Angels fell screaming to their guns, demons ran crying from their magic. Angels and demons formed blasphemous unions in Harper Island and the Caldera Sea to combat the gangsters, but they were still crushed.

The Elder Powers intervened. In the Crystal Castle the good powers conferred.

"They are slaughtering my children worse than any demon ever could" sobbed Alonai.

"Their gatherings are too popular!" Baraas complained. "The antics of my animals and peaceful co-operation should bring Nexals and Angels together! The EOG are gathering Nexals to slaughter angels, and it is more popular than my co-operation!"

"They are the worst kind of vermin." Namm snarled. "Their human trickery stops my angelic warriors and they too often rob my assassins of of their demonic prey! They are doing the work of both heaven and hell, and better than the angels and demons can manage!"

The evil powers met as well, in the darkest corner of the Soul Mines.

"They are murderous villains but have the utmost loyalty to each other." Tlacolotl snarled. "Who would join my service if they knew the freedom of bloodshed did not have to come at the cost of friendship?"

"Jealousy is mine." Screamed Ahg-za-haru. "I will have no more of my minions wishing they had forsaken my powers to stay human and join the gangsters. My slaves fear them more than they fear the angels! I cannot terrify them into submission like this!"

Tholaghru said nothing, writhing in agony as he was. But he seemed reduced, weakened. He reached out a gnarled fist and smashed it to the ground, clearly approving the words of the other powers.

[edit] Hashaa Intervenes

So the good and evil powers conspired to bring the gangsters low, but Hashaa as is her way, intervened. She appeared to MacDre at night in a form she knew he would covet, and when they were alone she told the secrets of the elder powers. MacDre laughed. "We've taken them on before when their bitch-ass worshipers step to us. They all got mowed down then. Now, less talking more *CENSORED*." But Hashaa did not share her favorite lich's confidence, and after several hours of *CENSORED* made a proposal to him.

"I will make you a new home. Where my servants will tend to your every need. Where powerful weapons will be at your disposal, trains will carry you to your enemies, gold and dynamite will line your...'crib.' What do you say?" Hashaa said.

"Huh?" MacDre said, snapping out of his coma-like afterglow. "I say why is your ass still here?"

But as time went by and the crying of the angels and demons began to harsh even the greenest of buzzes the appeal of going someplace else grew. Unfortunately, MacDre had been so high at the time of Hashaa's temptation that he couldn't remember any of it.

When Hashaa again approached MacDre, she said the exact same words at the exact same times. The veteran gangsta replied, "Shit, that would be awesome! How much dynamite exactly? And will the trains have spinners?"

And so it came to pass that Hashaa convinced Marquai to build spinners for ancient trains and Goros to warp the realms to make the gangsters their new home, and thus Nizzleheim was born.

[edit] Drinking the Ghoul-Aid

"Your home is ready. Bring your friends there." The voice of Hashaa whispered in the ears of the EOG leaders. MacDre, Jack Deck, Kibbs, Mo P, and Lil Cuz knew it was time. They gathered the gangsters and passed out 40s and blunts.

"Time to blaze a motherfuckin trail." Jack said.

"Time to slap some hos." MacDre added.

"Time to find my pimp stick." Lil Cuz agreed.

"Time to make some green robbin' banks." Mo P. said.

Kibbs said nothing, merely reloaded his bow-gat and stood ready to leave.

"Those of you who wanna shoot some bitches, follow us. The rest of y'all, drink the ghoul aid." The leaders left, leading a crew of elite gangsters to burn down two strongholds on their way to the Nizzle, where their friends who had arrived early also burned down some squatters. Meanwhile the ghoul hordes of Kettch and Soulcatcher descended on the crib.

"You will be taken to the promised land." The voice of Hashaa whispered to the gangsters. "Where the dead will rise from the earth to serve you, the sun will soothe your undead flesh, the guns will shatter the armor you face, and explosives more powerful than any you have seen are yours or the taking."

As Kibbs left he tossed a burning blunt onto the gasoline soaked floor and tha crib burst into flames as the ravenous ghouls descended upon the drunk and stoned gangsters. The voice of Hashaa whispered one last message. A message that would echo through eternity and into the terrified hearts of their enemies.

"In the land of the gun, the gangster is king."