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Network | Slade Wilson — Ryslig CRAU
Display Name: Cellist
Profile Photo: Nope.
Notes: N/A
( So, someone's not in Kansas anymore. That's fine. Slade Wilson can adapt. Maybe he's out of that godforsaken penisula once and for all, and he didn't even have to sell his soul to the Fog God, or the Fourth God, or whatever other cultist bullshit they were all espousing — himself included at times.
He doesn't have anyone's personal contacts anymore, and the ones he's memorized don't seem to be responding, so the public network seems like the way to go. )
Defiance: touch base.
Arrived in Central City.
Had to neutralize one of the locals.
( Sir, this is a Wendy's?? )
Profile Photo: Nope.
Notes: N/A
( So, someone's not in Kansas anymore. That's fine. Slade Wilson can adapt. Maybe he's out of that godforsaken penisula once and for all, and he didn't even have to sell his soul to the Fog God, or the Fourth God, or whatever other cultist bullshit they were all espousing — himself included at times.
He doesn't have anyone's personal contacts anymore, and the ones he's memorized don't seem to be responding, so the public network seems like the way to go. )
Defiance: touch base.
Arrived in Central City.
Had to neutralize one of the locals.
( Sir, this is a Wendy's?? )
