Post by Deleted on Feb 16, 2023 13:45:11 GMT -5
Location: Earth, Ginger Town
Manager: Arlo Sasori
Members:
After the fall of Death Inc Arlo decided to rebuild his father's assassination organization, though small at the moment he is always looking for more members.
[Please note, the Cleaners is for players who excel in Combat and Deceptive Role Playing styles. This may prove to be more difficult than simply being in a faction. If you feel you do not perform well in these areas, but still want to join the Cleaners- Please Notify the Leader so he doesn't send you on missions according to those specifics.]
If you wanna join the first step is simple, absolute, and complete obedience to the Code of the Cleaners. Disobedience results in extermination, and betrayal results in extermination. If you'd like to leave the cleaners, you must speak to the Leader. Despite what you might think, I'll be reasonable depending on your reasons. If they're OOC reasons, I'll kill you. If there are IC reasons that make sense, I'll let you go. It's quite simple, and only really requires you to follow the rules of the site.
"Greetings, and welcome to your friendly neighborhood Cleaners. I'm your host, and you'll be bringing all your problems to me. We take Zenii only, and please make sure all bills are facing the same direction." sounds as you enter the front door. There are hidden cameras at every angle making it impossible for anyone to enter or be around the building without capture. A light humming as a fan blows down to prevent flying insects from entering the front door, you feel a breeze consume you, then pass as you cross the threshold.
There's a sign-in sheet on the front desk as you walk in. Beside the sign-in sheet is what appears to be an application. Though, you notice what's on the application to be particularly strange. There's a pen attached to the desk, and a camera visibly capturing anywhere that pen might be moved to. Almost as if whoever wants the application to be video recorded, as well as paper documented. A drop box made of metal rests against the wall that states, "Please Place complete applications in this box."
The application:
[OOC: All Applications are to be PMed to me. This is not an entrance exam, this is a request for assassination, assimilation, and extermination.]
Manager: Arlo Sasori
Members:
After the fall of Death Inc Arlo decided to rebuild his father's assassination organization, though small at the moment he is always looking for more members.
[Please note, the Cleaners is for players who excel in Combat and Deceptive Role Playing styles. This may prove to be more difficult than simply being in a faction. If you feel you do not perform well in these areas, but still want to join the Cleaners- Please Notify the Leader so he doesn't send you on missions according to those specifics.]
If you wanna join the first step is simple, absolute, and complete obedience to the Code of the Cleaners. Disobedience results in extermination, and betrayal results in extermination. If you'd like to leave the cleaners, you must speak to the Leader. Despite what you might think, I'll be reasonable depending on your reasons. If they're OOC reasons, I'll kill you. If there are IC reasons that make sense, I'll let you go. It's quite simple, and only really requires you to follow the rules of the site.
"Greetings, and welcome to your friendly neighborhood Cleaners. I'm your host, and you'll be bringing all your problems to me. We take Zenii only, and please make sure all bills are facing the same direction." sounds as you enter the front door. There are hidden cameras at every angle making it impossible for anyone to enter or be around the building without capture. A light humming as a fan blows down to prevent flying insects from entering the front door, you feel a breeze consume you, then pass as you cross the threshold.
There's a sign-in sheet on the front desk as you walk in. Beside the sign-in sheet is what appears to be an application. Though, you notice what's on the application to be particularly strange. There's a pen attached to the desk, and a camera visibly capturing anywhere that pen might be moved to. Almost as if whoever wants the application to be video recorded, as well as paper documented. A drop box made of metal rests against the wall that states, "Please Place complete applications in this box."
The application:
[b]Planet or Organization:[/b]
[b]Last Name, First:[/b]
[b]Clothing of Interest:[/b]
[b]Estimated Difficulty of Stain(s):[/b]
[b]Do you know where the clothing is?:[/b]
[b]Do you know what fabric the clothing consists of?:[/b]
[b]Extra Notations:[/b]
[b]Amount Willing to Pay:[/b]
[OOC: All Applications are to be PMed to me. This is not an entrance exam, this is a request for assassination, assimilation, and extermination.]
