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Risen from the ashes of society's mistakes and governments careless mindsets, we are the Outlaws left behind.
The people driven out of safety and forgotten in a place that was burning to the ground when everyone else evacuated.
This isn’t a story about right or wrong. It’s a story about fighting, surviving & moving forward.
Welcome to the fuckin' Apocalypse.

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Ever since I was a little girl, I wanted to do something of matter. Something that stood out to me and allowed me to be happy. My Parents always told me that they wanted to see me succeed. I wanted that too, but in a different way. All they were thinking of, is how much money I would earn and how I would “present the family” or something like that. I just rolled my eyes in those conversations and told them whatever they wanted to hear. I knew I didn’t want to be a failure, but I also knew that I didn’t want any more of their stupid rich people bullshit. Like Charity Gala’s and auctions, piano & violin lessons that I wasn’t even interested in. But I had to keep the great family name and reputation going. I had to walk beside them, wear the most expensive and beautiful dresses, smile and never show that I was a rebellious teenager who just wanted to get away from it all.

My Parents were Entrepreneurs in the Car Industry. Even my Grandparents on both sides were well off.
I guess if you have a wealthy family, it’s just super easy to keep it going down the line, you know?
My Dad owned several Tesla dealerships and warehouses. My Mom would do all his paperwork and administration crap. The way my dad looked at his cars never reflected the love he gave me. I hate materialistic people that literally think they’re better than everyone else. I know I should probably just be grateful for the family I was given, but money can’t always buy you happiness. It’s especially tough when you are a child and want to play and go on adventures but the only thing that matters to your parents is their Entrepreneur circle of friends. It gets super annoying and repetitive to live a life like that.
I never went to public school. I was always home-schooled & everyday was super busy with some sort of lesson in the evening. Whether it be piano, violin, learning some stupid language that I hated or having my dad try and get me to win all the children’s youth golf tournaments. I was always expected to succeed. If I ever came second or third, my dad tried to bite away his frown but failed most of the time, making me feel like a total failure. Any wrong note in my piano recitals got me into shit with my Mom, who took it overly serious that I became some sort of pianist when I was older or whatever.
I don’t think my Mom & Dad ever agreed on what they wanted me to be. I feel like they wanted me to be too many things at once, which it kind of turned into eventually.

I got to that age of fifteen or sixteen where they couldn’t do to me whatever they fuckin’ wanted anymore. I rebelled and locked myself away. Even crashed my Dad’s Tesla into a lamppost on the main highway in Atlanta.
The whole circle of friends slowly started to realise that the Taylor’s “oh so perfect” daughter was slowly starting to fight her parents instead of showing off for them. It was a great feeling to see them all look at me with disappointment and anger written into their faces.
I just wanted to be me. Not some fake-ass rich chick that can literally buy anything she wants.

I finished school with good grades. Not for my parents, but for me. Decided to go to med school and, I guess, make my parents proud in one way or another. Although the amount of stress they put me through, they were still my parents and I only had one pair of them. A lot of times I would try and talk myself into loving them, trying to see the positive side of things and forget about the way they really are. I moved onto campus and finally had some alone time from my parents, allowing me to do whatever I wanted. I spent a lot of time on the computer. Tumblr, Reddit and watching all sorts of daily vloggers on Youtube when I wasn’t studying. At the same time, my love for blogging was growing. I was writing about my Life and sharing it on the Internet. It got super popular and I finally had some sort of happiness in my Life.
It felt great. I started doing semi-daily vlogging on Youtube and even that took off to a thousand subscribers or so. Not an excessive amount but enough to make me feel wanted.

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About two years of med school passed. I was happy, but my parents weren’t. They got wind of the vlogging after my dumb friend leaked one of my videos onto their Facebook profiles without me realising. I hadn’t used Facebook in the last couple of years, since I wanted to stay away from my parents as much as possible. They let hell loose on me during my time off campus, visiting them back home. The arguments and yelling must’ve gone on for over an hour. I lost my shit, I absolutely lost it. I told them exactly what I thought of them for all my life. Neighbors started knocking on our front door at nearly midnight, complaining about the noise.  

I ended up running off that night. Caught a train from my hometown Alpharetta back to Atlanta. Slept on a rusty park bench in the middle of nowhere. No clue where I was. I didn’t want to go back to campus and I certainly wasn’t planning on staying in that shithole with my parents any longer. I just had enough.
 Someone heard me crying that night in the park. Someone called Lincoln. He sat down next to me and we talked for the longest time. I felt like me and him just connected and he shared a very similar story, told me what he was doing in a park in Atlanta at one o’clock in the morning.
That night we both needed a friend and we found one in each other. Two strangers that literally had never met one another before.
After that night, everything completely turned south. I started rebelling against everyone, my family, my professors and my friends. On campus, I did things on purpose to get sent away or something.
Looking back at the whole situation, they sure were my parents but I didn’t ever receive any love from them, so I was done trying to be the perfect daughter.
I started letting my anger out on other people. Verbally. A few times even physically. I got caught beating the crap out of some guy off campus. I started doing illegal drug businesses and managed to get my ass booted out of medical school. My parents were beyond words at this point.

I was living on the street. I had no home at campus since I got kicked out. I had no desire to ever return to my parent’s heritage and just wanted to be left alone. I had to stop vlogging, spent most of my money on campus rent, random crap that I thought I needed and booze. Lots of it. I started betting and lost the last few cents I had left. My money had disappeared into thin air. I lost all care in the world. I just wanted to be with Lincoln and as far away from my parents as possible. Lincoln was the only person in the entire world who seemed to understand me and what I had been through.

Somehow my parents managed to track my cellphone down that I still had on my dad’s contract. Never came to my mind that he still paid for it. They both showed up with a couple of police officers who dragged me away from Lincoln and into their minivan. I was sitting in that office, my arms crossed as I listened to my parents rant about me to the cop who was sitting behind a big, important desk made out of dark wood. He pulled out the criminal record & track of everything I had been doing. The latest shit bottled ontop. I broke into Lowe’s one night when I was freezing cold and was captured on the security footage, resulting in another add-on to my little folder of brownie points.
The decision was made. They were going to lock me away and have me attend a court trial. Somehow, after a very classified conversation with the cop in charge however, my dad managed to get my punishment down to social hours. I wonder what trick the smiley fuck pulled out of his rich ass entrepreneur’s sleeve.

He apparently had a business associate, or as I put it, a rich idiot from his stupid circle of wealthy friends, that happened to have a few agriculture businesses in southern Russia & Chernarus. I agreed to getting my ass over there and serve my social hours, hopefully build up a new life from my mountain of mistakes and, most importantly, get as far away from my parents as possible. I talked my dad into allowing me to take Lincoln with me, promising him that he would start a career or something like that. I wasn’t really at any point in life to make demands in my situation, but it seemed to work for whatever reason and Lincoln boarded the Jet with me the following week.

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The family’s private Jet left around six o’clock in the morning on the 4th of July and after hours of flying, landed at Novigrad International Airport in Chernarus, where me and Lincoln were supposed to start our new lives.

The company we were going to work for had American roots and the co-workers spoke English.
We were placed in the business administration section of the agriculture company, which dealt with supplying the farmland around South Zagoria with equipment and supplies. The place we were stationed at was an office building in Chernogorsk. We managed to rent a small apartment from the money my dad had given us to start with. We knew that we had to get our lives in order and move forward. We also knew that we couldn’t blow the little money we started off with.

It was the 7th of July when a video of a Russian helicopter went viral. That day, a lot of people at work had been talking about some stuff that happened up north by the black mountains. Eye witnesses speaking about getting told to turn back as they watch the military creating checkpoints in the area. The internet sparked with all kinds of theories. I honestly didn’t think too much of it but Lincoln had been repeatedly watching the video, not getting any work done that day.

Events kept following within the next couple of days until people at work seemed to be way too distracted with everything going on in the northern parts of South Zagoria instead of returning to their duties. People on the streets were talking about the occurrences in the north. Russian Military bombing a base after some sort of argument and Chernarussian jets flying back over to Russia. People seemed frightened and stressed. Nobody knew exactly what was happening. Locals fearing the return of another civil war.

A day or so passed when we got told that there were some people flooding into Severograd who were in bad shape. Some dude was on the news, talking weird shit about the Russian bombings being a distraction from whatever happened that night at the base. It was all a massive conspiracy theory to me to be honest.

The next day we got told not to come into work as the country was facing a catastrophe north of us. Nobody really knew what exactly was happening, but people were talking about some sort of Virus.

It was tough for us to stay in the loop of things since we didn’t speak their language. Lucky for us, we had enough connections to co-workers that spoke both English and Chernaussian, getting frequent texts and calls from them to keep us updated on the happenings outside of Chernogorsk.
Me and Lincoln decided to stay inside our apartment and not move an inch. Keep all windows and doors shut and hope for the best. But the best never came. Instead, the worst panic broke out the next day when people down south got more and more wind of the happenings not far from them. People locking themselves into their houses. Me and Lincoln had been living like hermits for the past couple of days, not opening any windows or doors.

Soon after, we saw our next door neighbors rounding up a lot of people on the street right infront of our apartment block. People came swarming out of their apartments across from us. We watched them have a very loud and heated conversation in the open before they all started marching into the direction of Elektro. God knows what they had planned or if they were going to make it.
Lincoln and I tried to keep updated with what was happening in the outside world as much as possible by staying in contact with people we knew. Eventually, we lost contact to a couple of business co-workers that were stationed near the North-western Airbase in the Vybor area. The thought hit us to leave the country by plane and travel over to Novigrad or Miroslavl, but left us with the worry of getting exposed to the Virus due to the amount of people attempting to travel out of the country.

Our apartment block had a decent view over most of the streets in the town and even allowed us to monitor what was happening on the harbor of Chernogorsk, where a bunch of destroyed cargo ships were visible and caused a lot of confusion. Besides that, boats were docking and picking up some civilians to get them out of the town.
I figured that if we kept our doors locked and windows shut, we should be alright until the whole thing blows over. Never occurred to us that it wasn’t going to just “blow over” like that. I didn’t think it would cause the end of the world to be honest.
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On the 19th of July we were awoken by US Army vehicles tending to the roads of Chernogorsk, attempting to pick up anyone who was left in town. Lincoln and I knew that this was our one and only chance to get out as the situation was progressively worsening and the town was soon to be swarmed by waves of infected. The military picked us up and drove us down to a refugee facility. What we saw on the way there, were scenes from horror movies. Infected ripping open car doors and biting into whoever was inside. We saw children getting attacked, heard people screaming & panicking on the streets. Those, that had been left behind by the military in order to get everyone else out of the city. Every vehicle was packed to the brim, with no chance of letting any more people on board. Some people were coughing, others seemed unresponsive. Lincoln and I had been wearing scarfs around our mouth and nose to try and stop the spread of the virus. He grabbed me by the hand as we were sitting in the large Army truck, looked me in the eyes and nodded. I knew immediately that if worse came to worse, I would die beside him, no matter what.  

When arriving at the refugee camp near balota, we heard rumours that waves of infected hit Chernogorsk shortly after our departure, making our decision the only right one at that point.  
Balota’s facility was stationed at a small airbase that didn’t seem all too large. Everything seemed very organised and well monitored. The entire camp however seemed to be overflowing with survivors, some having to sit on the ground outside of the hangers.
The officer in charge guided us to a screening area where we got poked and prodded to make sure we weren’t infected. We were then gathered with around fifteen or so other survivors and told that due to the lack of space at the airbase, we were going to be moved slightly further up onto the hill to a Warehouse inbetween a few houses. According to the people in charge, there was going to be a mass departure of the forces from balota to a giant safe zone on the 21st, which was only two days away.

The time we spent in the warehouse with the fifteen other survivors was very well used to exchange stories and make new friends that we all seemed to need most in our situations. The best friendships establish when individuals have suffered the same pain or have been through the same – or similar – shit in life. Lincoln and I had made fifteen friends within a day. Some were Europeans or Americans on vacation, others were local chernarussians that had to abandon their houses.

On the morning of the 21st I was awoken by a man shaking me awake. I had talked to him a fair lot the day before, got to know him best out of the other fourteen survivors with us.
“Luca.. What is it?” I said in a tired voice as he shook me awake.
“They’re gone.” He replied in a very anxious tone of voice.
I raised myself and let out a very careless yawn, rubbing my eyes before realising that Luca was dead serious. Around ten others were sat behind him, trying to wake up the other ones who were all still asleep. “What do you mean, they’re gone?” – “The guards, Rory. They left”
The look he was giving me seemed in distress, some of the others were shaking in fear. A man stood up and started yelling around about the Government and Military never being good enough, referring to them as “Selfish fucking pigs”. He had to be calmed down by one of the girls, Hannah, who had been very calm and quiet the day before and never really told us much about her origins.

After waking up Lincoln and the others, we opened the warehouse doors and made our way out of the building, trying to find any hints of the guards.
The entire facility overlooked the airstrip down the hill. We could see open doors down at the refugee camp, which seemed very deserted. Vehicles were gone, helicopters had departed and no sign of any life could be seen looking down.
“Is it the 21st?” A voice from the back of the crowd said in a monotone tone. I turned around and so did Lincoln, who nodded at the guy who asked the question.
Another person spoke up from the back “Today’s the day they’re getting us out, right?”
Everyone suddenly went overly quiet, some held their breaths, others simply didn’t know how to respond. What we had infront of our eyes seemed far from any rescue mission to get us remaining survivors out of the refugee camp.
A scottish sounding voice came through from the left side of me, a person named Ramsay had walked forward and tucked on my sleeve. “They forgot about us.”

People suddenly came to realisation that we had been left alone at the warehouse whilst the others in the main camp down the hill had been escorted to the safe zone.

Our next option was to make our way down to the main road leading out of town.
The first infected we saw was right outside the fence circling the airstrip. We knew what to do mostly from seeing videos on TV that described the behaviour and how to stay clear of them, so we snuck around it in a big loop in order to avoid getting unnecessary attention.
Arriving at the main road, we came across a local fisherman who was boarding a small sailing boat with his wife and child. When he saw us approaching, his face turns pale white.
“Please… if you’re infected… stay away from my daughter” he said with an eastern accent.
“We’re not infected” Lukas responded in a calm tone.
“They… didn’t take you, did they?” The old man stared at me with a worried look on his face.
“No… We weren’t down in the main camp, we were up the hill. The guards left without telling us”
“Listen” the man replied “Try and make your way north to Vybor, they’re sending regular helicopters that way to pick up any survivors”. I nodded and thanked him before he set sails towards Utes

The road up to Vybor was incredibly tiring and long, took at least a day and a lot of patience was lost at this point. People were furious over the entire situation. The military had left without us, the government did fuck all to prevent the infection from happening in the first place. Everyone’s mood was shit, people were arguing with eachother and yelling. Lincoln was usually the one to step in and tell people to get their shit together and stop fighting. Regardless the fighting, we all had bonded with eachother on our way there. We were looking out for one another, sharing our supplies and trying to make the best of our situation.

The plan now is to find any military left in the area and get our damn questions answered and hopefully find a helicopter to get us out of this shithole. Failing that, we knew that we had to find shelter for ourselves and gather as much information about the situation as we could. Luca had found a notebook on the road, in which we wrote some key information that we had about the situation in Balota and the south. The idea was to, hopefully, pass the information on or use it as payment to get our asses out of the country and return to normality. However, I believe normality is lost and we can thank our stupid society and government for their mistakes and selfishness.

This is the story of survivors banded together after being forgotten and left behind by rescue troops, attempting to find any military left in the region that could escort them, gather as much information as possible and most importantly – keep eachother alive.

We're Outlaws. Angry about the mistakes the government made, that landed us in the horrible situation we find ourselves in now. 

Angry at society, angry at the world and it's careless mindset to catastrophe's and problems.
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Everything here will be written as IC Events play out

Huge thank's to @Major for helping with the Lore 
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Phoenix - Rory Taylor
Harvey - Lincoln Reed
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Honeybee - Luca Bennett
Babyface - Lukas Larsson
Scar - Shawn Scar
Pado - Lev Kovar 
Hunter - Hunter Hope
Coco - Hanna Dahl
Gowbe - Ramsey Lennox
Debalia - Carson McGregor
Kyle_Jones - Ryan Jackson
Equiinox (Josh) - Joshua Tucker
Bloody_Tank - Sam Valentinetti
Dank Mems - Jimmy Fixer

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Character Backstories W.I.P

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We are a heavily RP focused Group. 
We aim to create a different atmosphere to RP by being a primarily neutral group with a secondary bandit focus.
Due to the events written in our Lore, our group members are angry at government and military and are looking for answers.
The knowledge we gather about other groups & individuals in the area will allow us to find the weak survivors and lone wolves and use them to our benefit, whether it be supplies or information.
As IC Events unfold, we strive to find more dynamic goals & objectives as well as take on more like-minded survivors.
Our group will change to the better or worse progressively as time goes on, which is an exiting vision to strive for.


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PCJames    167

Wow, this looks sweet and quite the impressive starting roster too. I can't wait to see how this develops over the next few weeks. Good job Phoenix! 

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Phoenix    1058
6 minutes ago, PCJames said:

Wow, this looks sweet and quite the impressive starting roster too. I can't wait to see how this develops over the next few weeks. Good job Phoenix! 

Thanks bud! I'm super excited for this. I've always wanted a group that had a family bond with eachother but at the same time a bandit vibe to it and IC Conflicts. 

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Majoo    646

Considering I'm not seeing this first time I'll just say good luck Phoenix :) Also I've actually liked the old logo more then the current one however this is still nice.

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Static    231

Looks interesting, graphics are great!  It seems like a group more suited to forming a few months into the infection rather than one coming out the gate.  If I were a civilian, my first goal would be to GTFO and not try to do a slow boil on gathering intelligence.  That wouldn't come until it was clear that there was no way to get out of South Zagoria, which I don't think is evident at the start of this lore.  When it comes to banditry, I think it would make sense initially to be for supplies, and that's only if you couldn't get it simply by asking.  Later on, I can see hostage taking for interrogation purposes, but not initially.

I also think it's a shame to focus so heavily on internal RP.  It would be great to see some interaction with the outside world.  To me, internal RP can get stale and lead to everyone just chatting on TS, only getting in game occasionally.  It's why I like a 60% external, 40% internal balance to RP (roughly, but you get it).

Regardless, best of luck!  I'm sure that you'll have some great IC moments.

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Phoenix    1058
2 minutes ago, Majoo said:

Considering I'm not seeing this first time I'll just say good luck Phoenix :) Also I've actually liked the old logo more then the current one however this is still nice.

Thank you for helping create this :) 
Tbh, I like this one much more. The old Logo had just way too much stuff going on everywhere :D I like it simple

Just now, Static said:

Looks interesting, graphics are great!  It seems like a group more suited to forming a few months into the infection rather than one coming out the gate.

You just gotta wait for the Lore because the way we are drafting it out, is that we all had something to do with eachother during the first few days of the Outbreak. But the actual Group Lore will be posted soon enough my dude :P 

I also think it's a shame to focus so heavily on internal RP.  It would be great to see some interaction with the outside world.  To me, internal RP can get stale and lead to everyone just chatting on TS, only getting in game occasionally.  It's why I like a 60% external, 40% internal balance to RP (roughly, but you get it).

I think you misunderstand. Our group will be active in highly populated areas, we don't hide away. We do our Internal RP whilst we move around the area, sit down here and there, etc. 

Wrote into the quote to make it easier for me :P 

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Phoenix    1058
Just now, TheMatt924 said:

Looks like it's going to be amazing. Good luck Phoenix!

Thanks Matt I appreciate that a lot :) 

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Static    231
5 minutes ago, Phoenix said:

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I look forward to reading the lore!  Will be interesting to see why you're so quickly focused on gathering info/intel rather than trying to get out of the infected zone.  And glad to hear that you won't be hiding away in the hills!

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Phoenix    1058
Just now, Static said:

I look forward to reading the lore!  Will be interesting to see why you're so quickly focused on gathering info/intel rather than trying to get out of the infected zone.  And glad to hear that you won't be hiding away in the hills!

Oh god no, I hate when people do that and you can't find anybody anywhere to RP with QQ

I have a few very good ideas on how we meet eachother. It'll all be in the Group Lore :D 

Regarding gathering Intel. Our main focus of course will be to keep ourselves safe from, as far as we know, the end of the world and whatever is going on. The Gathering Intel and taking supplies off of weak survivors will all come through time. For the first couple of weeks my main focus will be to survive and do whatever is necessary to keep my friends safe. There are going to be a lot of groups me and my friends won't know so of course we will try to gather as much information about them as we can, but we will only start tagging people a few weeks or so in. Once everything else is stable.

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Static    231
2 minutes ago, Phoenix said:

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Ahhh, in that case I think things will turn out great!  If it were me, I would possibly think about putting only the immediate goals/objectives on the CP and saving planned ones like that for when they become feasible/realistic.  Maybe put them in a spoiler text?  Or just have them live on a Google doc somewhere.

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Rebel Pado    291

If I was a roleplayer this would be the group I'd join looks lit Phoenix and Harvey 

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xIO_VAPEG0D_OIx    758
2 minutes ago, Rebel Pado said:

If I was a roleplayer this would be the group I'd join looks lit Phoenix and Harvey 

Agreed.

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Phoenix    1058
2 minutes ago, Kyle_Jones said:

Ryan Jackson but k.

I forgot your name. It's fixed.

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Mercy    504
1 hour ago, Phoenix said:

Avoid Conflicts that could put our survival at risk

Could you explain since you're chaotic neutral/ neutral evil?

Brings me back to the Mobius days tbh

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Phoenix    1058
6 minutes ago, Mercy said:

Could you explain since you're chaotic neutral/ neutral evil?

Brings me back to the Mobius days tbh

Yes. We have guidelines to who we would take supplies from
Again, all progressively throughout time.

We would avoid robbing someone who is part of a group that could risk our survival.
If we use lone wolves to our benefit, there's still always a risk but it isn't as catastrophical as it could be.

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Mercy    504

Ahhh right! Gotcha gotcha

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Stiflex    111

That logo looks amazing, mind me asking who's the designer? Everything else looks very interesting, I love seeing a family type group. I myself am thinking of either joining or forming a similar type one, preferably Russian mafia, might even consider applying if I end up not finding one.

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Spartan    1024

Logo looks great! The goals are a bit generic and nothing special.

Maybe it will be pointed out in the lore but what makes this group diffrent than the other survivor groups?

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