[Lance Vannortwick]

OOC: I need to get in on something somehow haha.

Colt Harris

Colt stood watching the altercation take place. Not long later the group of men left to supposedly go to the owners office. "Figures..." mumbled Colt. He retrieved his weapons that he had originally dropped to the floor. No action for him tonight. So he sat back at the bar, and ordered another beer.

An hour later, he lay in bed. He had passed out, his body could not take all of that alcohol.

[Pawel Platek]

OOC: I doubt that Mathew would know about Mr. House.

Lake Federation

"You tell your tribal leader, or, as you sorely misguided souls believe, 'President', this. I demand New Manhattan back to my control, and the immediate withdrawal of Lake Federation military forces from New York City proper."

The small force that gathered around the gates began to laugh. "We're no commies!"

Then, John came, riding on a converted jeep. The jeep screeched to a halt as several guards jumped out. As John exited the vehicle, they saluted.

"Stop laughing, this 'Mr. Meiux," He said with disdain, "Is for real. He has some tech that we don't even know existed."

John picked up a megaphone, "First, who gave you this land anyway Mr. Meiux? Who? Scalatti told me that you gave him Arcadia, and you stole it back for your selfish desires. We have no intention on violating this place. Have you seen what we did to our country? My country is beautiful! We turned tribals in Canada, raiders in the Pitt, and slavers in Ronto into fine productive members of society."

[Amysaurusrex]

Tommy Ryder
Location: Bridgeport
Time: 4:13 P.M.

Tommy arrived at the city hoping to find a place to stay and some work, but was greeted with chaos. The members of the community bustled about, spreading gossip with genuine looks of concern on their faces. He stopped one man to see what all the fuss was about, who told him about a nearby town currently being blockaded by the Federation. "We heard that the President of the Federation and Mr. Meiux are at a stalemate," He said.

"The Federation needs to wrap its greedy claws around everything, I suppose," Tommy thought as he walked through the disoriented city. "First things first though, need to find some work.."