Ian kicked a can down the road slowly, humming a little tune to nobody in particular. 'Little children, near and far...'

Don't know where your parents are? They don't either. 

Brooklyn New York - A sudden uptake of parents decide to abandon their responsibilities, resulting in the streets of Brooklyn being overrun by a group of orphans. It was an eclectic bunch; ranging from a robotic looking Matt who appeared to enjoy punching babies, a man dressed as Santa running around calling people hoes, BigRagaTheOppStoppa who seemingly never ran out of burritos, confusingly enough there was also an OldMan. Then of course there was the one they all called Boss, Dixxon - who seemed to be the only one capable of keeping these miscreants in line. 

Last weekend, Ian had noticed a few of these Orphans shooting the shit in the coffee shops - helping keep our Streets cleared of these pestilent persistent "zombie bodies". Ian had read the journals and knew that these activities in recent years had been highly monitored; sometimes if you were too good at keeping the Streets clean you were smushed out like a cockroach underfoot. It tickled him deeply that many folks were seemingly more talkative in the Coffee shops, the Streets, and rumor had it that even in -private HQ settings- activity was sky-high. 

After sharing a particularly large burrito with BigRagaTheOppStoppa (Ian didn't ask where it had come from, but it certainly wasn't the coffee shop) Ian thought to engage in a bit of friendly banter. 

"Care to wager on the weekly standings?" Ian inquired. BigRagaTheOppStoppa's face lit up with a grin as he extended his hand. It was official. The two agreed upon terms; a week long competition between their respective Crews. 

Fast forward three days

Blood... blood everywhere. Little children running through the streets, torn clothing, bloodstained faces and deranged eyes. They came from everywhere - the alleys, the boarded up buildings, the sewers and sometimes even the rooftops. Pure adrenaline fueled bullets were loaded in to their chambers and the safety's were Off. The resulting body-count was tremendous. Ian started to worry about where the meat came from in @BigRagaTheOppStoppas' burritos... 

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Ian crumpled the piece of paper and stuck it in his receipts book - Jul 18, 20:24:38    You transferred 25.00 credits to BigRagaTheOppStoppa. The note "Good Game" was included.