Laura McIntyre

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Laura McIntyre didn’t start in the Military Police. She commissioned into Armor, following her father into the tank and cavalry units out of sheer inevitability. As one of the few women in her battalion, she learned that competence was never assumed—it had to be documented and repeated without mistake. Her evaluations were sharp, yet every success carried a quiet asterisk: good for a female lieutenant. During deployment, she saw prestige shape reality. Combat units got the glory; support units—the MPs—carried the responsibility. When a convoy accident spiraled into a legal mess, the MPs arrived to stabilize the scene and manage the unglamorous work of accountability. While Armor leadership resented the scrutiny, McIntyre noticed who actually kept the situation from becoming a scandal. It wasn’t the heroes. It was the people who understood the rules. She transferred to the MP Corps, a move peers dismissed as a step down—leaving the "warrior caste" for “administration with guns.” She ignored the jokes and set out to prove them wrong structurally. Where Armor rewarded bravado, MP demanded precision. She mastered investigations, evidentiary chains, and the art of bringing down the untouchable without raising her voice. She built cases so airtight that even the officers who despised her were forced to sign them. She paid for it. She was excluded from networks and her authority was parsed for “tone” rather than merit. She didn’t harden—she disciplined. Now, McIntyre oversees the capture of fugitive soldiers turned outlaws—renegades who believe their service puts them above the law. To her, T-Squad isn't a band of heroes; they are a structural infection, the ultimate personification of the ego she spent a career dismantling. She doesn't just want them in a cell; she wants them broken by the very system they abandoned. She is the closing trap, the final consequence, and nothing will stand in her way of justice.

Lady Godiva

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(tribute to Raidenguy) In the misty dawn, Lady Godiva Stormwatch knelt beside Raiden, her loyal wolf companion, her piercing emerald eyes scanning the terrain for signs of General Ryker Darkhaven. A former Calradian general turned traitor, Darkhaven had escaped on the eve of his trial, leaving a trail of deceit in his wake. As a revered member of the Holy Order of Paladins, led by High Priestess Cybil Dawnbringer, Lady Godiva was chosen to lead the pursuit. Her exceptional tracking skills and dedication to justice made her the ideal candidate. With Raiden by her side, Lady Godiva examined the terrain, her gaze lingering on every detail. - The soft earth revealed subtle footprints. - The snapped twigs hinted at a hasty departure. - The faint scent of leather lingered, a telltale sign of Darkhaven's presence. Her eyes narrowed as she pieced together the clues, her mind racing with possibilities. "We have him, Raiden," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "He's heading east, towards the Dragon's Spine mountains." For 500 years, the Calradia Empire united the tribes under the leadership of the Crowned Barbarian Empress. But as all things, corruption, greed, and a lust for power began to seep into. And when the Empress passed away, rather than follow the the new heiress, a civil war amongst the tribes has begun.

Daniel Lamb

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Manhunt

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That's an art, Cash, real art! You're James Earl Cash, a snuff movie actor in Lionel Starkweather's movie. This garbage itself is happening in a asshole of USA, Carcer City. everything is for sale here, everything is for purchase, even people, however, like actors in our case. You have to kill anyone, everyone is an actor, everything is bought, and corruption rules the event. Violence, violence and violence, nothing more really. But I know, you love it. All of you love gruesome shit like Snuff 102, Nine inch nails: broken and other stuff. Well, let's step forward... Are you ready? Camera, Action!

Dream Minecraft

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