Molly Clan Message Dump

[Reverend Del]

From: Jacob O'Malley

To: All Molly Clans


Greetings ma fellow Mollys, tha time 'as come for us to rise up against the harlot Queen Carina and take what is truly ours. We'll not stand around gabbin' whilst them damn dirty UoG sell us out fer the scraps from the harlot's table. We wanted independence and they gave us nowt but some piffling protectorate nonsense. Well enough is enough, get your ships ready lads and lasses, it's time fer the Clans to rise up and show these treacherous dogs what bein' a Molly is all about. It's all or nuthin' and we'll not stop until every last klick of Dublin is in our grasp. Remember Molly Gold is fer tha Mollys!

Transmit yer war stories here and give all of tha Mollys somethin' to gab about.

Jacob O'Malley, Patriarch of the Clan O'Malley

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Saint Del is considered a holy healer of diseases of children, but also as a protector of cattle.

[sovereign]

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Comm ID: Collin O'Malley

'right hey now, nice this 'ere bar has this comm *hic* thingie so I can say my.... hey what's that word for- oh wait, nevermind- words. Got me a nice big one of them scary *hic* Werewolf things in a big ol' game of uh... poker? Something like that. Had cards in it. And alcohol. Lots of both. *hic* Anyway I whacked some noggins and it'll be flyin' sometime tomorrow. Whore queen don't know what she's up against, prolly not what's up her skirt either HAWHAW!

Collin out. *hic*

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[Zapp]

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Comm ID: Kate O'Malley

Subject: Lots and lots of targets down

Eh, it'd be a tad long 'n' borin' ta go over the entire thing, so I'ma just tell the basics. Me 'n' Logan saw a few Corsair-kissin', non-Guiness-drinkin', soft-handed Gaians up in Edinburgh 'n' decided ta crash their party. Was 3 on 2, but we're Dubliners! Long story short, we whoop 'em with minimal damage.



Then som' fine KGL gent comms over informin' us o' a bounty hunter he couldnau finish off near Leeds. So we change course to blow 'im up, but like the rest o' the buffoons he runs for the hills. But we sees another one in a Manta by the New London jump gate, and engage! Few minutes later, Boom!



Then, on the trip to dear sweet Arranmore, we saw a Hunter Falcon ((note: level 29 w/ BHG ID)) 'n' decided ta pop 'im. We chased 'im ta the Edinburgh jump gate 'n' blew 'im up real good.



I'm home now, enjoyin' a nice pint o' da good stuff.

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[DarthCloakedGuy]

*** Incoming Transmission:
*** Source: Shane O'Kelly
*** Comm ID: Shane.O'Kelly

*** Message:

Ah got me Werewolf te' other day. Ah'd heard lotsa rumors 'bout how dangerus that Newcastle system be, so ah decided ta see what there was ta see, so ah wudn't be caught unawares or be chased into a minefield er somesuch.

There's some pretty wierd stuff up dere, includin' this enormous... thing... ah dunno what ta call it. It 'as big, an' glowy, an' stuff. Wierd thing. Nutin' too dangerus though, cuple o' minefields, nothin' that can't be easily avoided.

Dat's all ah have ta say at te moment.

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HISPANIANS, FOR THE GREATER GLORY OF HER PEOPLE
A Plea to the Outcasts (PG)
CHARACTERS:
LR-I.Got.Nothin', LR-Empty.Pockets, and LR-Dead.End = "Lash" McDaggit of the Liberty Rogues.
SMUG~Eat.My.Exhaust = Jane Terraman and Bob McAdams, smugglers of the Liberty Rogues.
[H]Cj.Martino.Perez = Martino Perez, self-declared Counselor of the Hispanians.
AVATAR MADE BY SPIRIT! THE AWESOME.

[Zapp]

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Comm ID: Kate O'Malley

Met a strange man today, or rather saw him on long range comms: Sean O'Malley. He says he's a Junker from Trafalgar, but when I asked Pa he said he didn't buy it. Anyways, saw someone in Edinburgh, went to investigate. I asked if he was a Corsair-kissin', soft-handed, weak-bellied Gaian, and he said yes! Well I got close, and he was a liar! A Military Raven Claw! I engaged, and blew him up in about... 1 minute.



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[Zasalamel]

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Comm ID: Megan O'Kelly

Ah picked a faight 'ith one of 'em harlot queen lapdawgs in Dublin 'oday. 'e say 'e goin' tah check Arranmore fer baddies! Well ain't 'at dumb! 'e was in one o' 'em Challengas. Well, mah ship is a brick! 'e got mai nice 'n' gud wit 'is Supah-noovas! Ah coold barelay even hurt dat fool wit 'em Trefoils 'n' Debeelih-taters! Ah'm switchin' em out fer Daimondbacks... er maibee 'ose Archangels. Hows dat soond?
O'Keellay, oot.

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Sig made by Jazz

[Zapp]

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Comm ID: Kate O'Malley

Hey, this thing on? OK, well I was terr'rizin' Southampton, broadcastin' ma malevolent intents and whatnot, when along comes this BAF|Aubrey.Mainwaring fellow comes along. O' course, with the help of an odd Liberty Rogue that happened down, the Bret pansy did nau stand a chance, eh? (Don't let the Dragon IFF fool ya, he's a Rogue).



A pint o' Guinness would be welcome!

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