Bad Idea Time

I want to state for the record right now that I think this is a terrible damn idea. The last batch's horrible deaths was pretty much inevitable. It's the natural result of running around having to deal with Fears and the lives of those that they want dead. We are probably all going to die horribly for your benefit, random runners who will end up hiring us. That's how this is going to work. I just hope we manage to save enough lives to make this all worth it.

Hi, I'm Ellen. Malcolm is kind of the brains (and the money) behind this whole operation. The whole thing was his idea, and since he's an old friend I decided I should help out. You can think of me as the muscle. If there's a fight, I'll be in the thick of it. Fear cultists try to start some shit? I can start it right back. I'm also the only one here who both knows how to cook and bothers to remember to do so, so I get the dubious privilege of making sure all of that happens.

I'm sure Malcolm will make everyone else put up little intros soon enough, but for now, this is my turn and I want to set a few things straight. No, we're not going to charge you anything, yes, we'll deliver to anyone (even proxies, since we have one on the team), and no, we don't do rescue missions. If you need food or a weapon, we can get those to you. But we can't devote the manpower or resources to getting people out of certain death all action hero style.

We don't charge, but tips are always appreciated. And that's any kind of tip. Information, a good meal, a place to crash before we head back, a bottle of alcohol, whatever. And before you ask, we'll still make the delivery even if you don't give us anything. It just seems polite to give the people who came traipsing across the country to deliver your shit SOMETHING for their trouble.

In any case, we're open for business, as stupid as this whole thing might be. Please don't make us regret this.

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There was a time when my primary concern would have been finding the polite way to begin this story. But now is not that time.

Once, there was a service for those in need. A service which provided supplies to those who would and could pay for them. But it is plain upon review that the construction of that service was not very stable. It was built upon a weak foundation, and so it fell, as so many other things in the face of our Immortal Enemy do.

Before it fell, however, this service did a great deal of good for a great deal of people. It brought hope and joy to those who suffered under the weight of Fear. The weight of a life being led in the presence of The Fears. These are monsters who stalk, kill, and drive insane all those who dare to exist in the same world as they do. And every day, there are poor, struggling people, in pain every waking moment of their lives because of these things. They need help, and they no longer receive it from anywhere, from anyone.

This is a grievous wrong that must be made right.

So I have taken it upon myself to re-establish this service. For better or for worse, those who regularly interact with the Fears themselves shall be provided with supplies; material aid; and as much offensive back-up, in the fight that is their lives, as possible. I have considerable resources at my disposal to make this possible. More so than any other before me who has been aware of our plight. And I intend to put this to good use, to spread as much help and health and happiness as I possibly can.

Perhaps I am a sentimental man. But what we need right now is sentiment. There is precious little of it to be found, these days.

In the coming weeks, you will here much from myself and my team. I shall explain more thoroughly the terms of our operation. For now, I leave you with this hopefully comforting thought: help is on the way.

-Malcolm