Dinoz94 Posted September 27, 2011 Report Share Posted September 27, 2011 (edited) [b]Somewhere in Northern Alabama Dixie Confederacy September 27, 20XX 1538 Hours[/b] Richard Wainwright opened his eyes to observe the makeshift camp he was staying at. He counted no more than seven tents roughly made and erected with ten or twelve men walking around doing various chores, from cutting firewood to keep watch on the surrounding area. Sighing, he wiped his forehead with the back of his left hand. Summer may be over and Fall was just around the corner, but it was still pretty balmy out. Looking around, he caught sight of one of the men, Thomas Fredrickson, walking up to him. Smiling, Richard said to him, "Ah, good! How's the camp coming along?" Shrugging, Fredrickson replied, "Well, it could be worse. We've got food, shelter, and access to water, firewood, and even a bathroom." Nodding, Richard responded, "Oh good. Guess that since the inspection of this camp is complete, we'll go check the others out." "Right!" Thomas concurred as he followed Richard to a nearby pickup truck that was a bit beat up. Once both men climbed in, shut the doors, and fastened their seatbelts, Richard gave the order to the truck's driver, a tall skinny man in his late twenties with stubble on his face and bushy red hair, to take them to the other camps. With a simple nod, the driver turned the truck and pulled away from the camp, heading down the rough backwoods road that led to the other camps. Cradling the Remington 870 pump-action shotgun, Richard sighed as he thought about what led to this. He was the leader of a growing band of people, some 180 in all currently, that hailed from all three states and all walks of life possible in the Confederacy. They all had two things in common: they were all White and they all believed in one common mindset: that modern ways of life were ruining the South. They were uneased by the influx of modern technology over the last few decades, appalled by what they saw as decayed moral values that were tolerated and widely practiced throughout the world, and a few radical members were disgusted by the increasingly multiethnic society of the Confederacy. This group, united in their radical desire for the upholding of Traditional Values, was called the "Association for a New Godly Society" (ANGS), a name which disguised their true belief in achieving their goals through violence. Over the past few months, the ANGS slowly grew in size, acquiring weapons, mostly from the local civilian market, and gathering most of their followers in northern Alabama. There, they moved deep into the forests away from the towns, cities, and farms, where they would gather strength and devising their plans away from the eyes of vigilante citizens and police forces. Setting up small camps across the northeast, the ANGS would in secret begin making their preparations for implementing their bold plans. However, they still needed a leader and they quickly found one in the form of Richard, a relatively wealthy businessman from Birmingham who possessed a good degree of intelligence as well as courage and boldness, the very things the ANGS sought in a leader. Not only that, his brother Bill was a banker, thus he would be able to acquire funds to further strengthen the ANGS in addition to his own money. However, Richard knew they still needed preparation before they would be able to strike. Edited September 30, 2011 by LBT88 Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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