The Book of Death

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So, you've found this book. Congrats, my darling dipshit. Maybe you pulled it out of a dark alley dumpster or maybe your sister gave it to you in secret for the Christmas you can't celebrate properly without being bitch slapped. That doesn't matter. What matters now is how you react.

Our spots are spray painted with our symbol. The skull in the jester's hat. That's because we laugh in the face of death. We are fearless, and by hell we will do what others are afraid to do.

Oppressor got you down? Abuser need their damn rib cage realigned or their junk removed? Well we're just the perfect group for you.

Head to your nearest city. Find a spot with our mark. A wall, a tree, a dumpster, it'll be anything we can find, probably carved or spray painted. (Refer to map on the next pages. Keep in mind it may need updating.) We send a watcher every six hours. Come alone or we won't come to you, if that wasn't obvious.

Got that far? Good.

Now it's time for the fun part. You can make one of two requests to us. A request for freedom and a request for justice. Freedom is your chance to reject your identity and join us. Justice means that someone did you wrong and you want us to avenge it. Murder, stealing, arson, any crime you name, we got you covered.

If you make a request for justice, you must provide some sort of payment. Supplies, weapons, money, even entertainment type things. I got payed with a radio once.

An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, as they say.

Good luck to you. I look forward to your visit, friendly fucker.

Give me liberty, or give me death!
~Uncle Sam

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