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While I am solely to blame for losing my family by taking this job, I still cast fault onto the Vermouths. They left many of us with no choice except to join their ranks. Certainly, we could have revolted, maybe even protested, but there's this pesky, little fact when it comes to them: they have our local law enforcement in the palms of their bloody hands. They also have a private security firm called Blacksteele when using the police isn't enough. Blacksteele is the unitary security force for San Belfegor, and they are armed with the best weaponry money can buy, in particular, rifles with semi-auto, three-round-burst and full-auto modes. I have never seen them use handguns. Actually, they rarely put their hands on people. It's always cases of "shoot first, ask questions later", but no questions need be asked when the answer is always death. I will never forget the day when a contestant changed his mind about being in the VisceraFest and tried to leave, claiming he wasn't thinking straight when he signed up. Vesper, who's actually the colder and more sadistic of the siblings, wasn't having it. She signaled for two guards to apprehend the man, who had gotten in his car. Apparently, he intended to run the two over, but foolishly put his vehicle in reverse, probably out of fear. Still, the second he mashed the gas, he got Swiss-cheesed. His car sat in that same spot for a whole month, with his rotting body inside it, and the siblings charged people to come and view it, raking in beaucoup cash. When I inquired on why this was done, Vesper claimed it was to symbolize the weakness of man and the decisions we make under duress. The way she said it made it seem like she isn't human. Really unnerved me. Ultimately, the poor fellow's car was blown up, along with his festering corpse, as a warning to anybody else that might get the bright idea to quit.
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As a sort of "rule of thumb", the Rivercrest PD never sets foot on the San Belfegor property, not even as spectators. With the Vermouths paying them off (and handsomely, might I add) to look the other way when spectators get killed, it's no surprise that they keep their distance. I used to think that since this shit is livestreamed, the government would eventually step in and put an end to it, but the Vermouths even have connections there. It's pretty ridiculous that our own fucking POTUS, along with other politicians, get incentives to ignore it all. From doing a bit of digging, I've gathered that one of those incentives is having a representative in the contest, which I suppose is to keep some kind of eyes and ears around. While I don't know exactly who it is, my best guess is that it's the most patriotic—and racist—of the contestants: Darryl Daniel Dixon-Trivette, known on the San Belfegor Battlegrounds as America's King. Darryl is thirty-two years old and hails from somewhere in Alabama. As a contestant, he drives a heavily armored, blood red 1969 Dodge Charger, with the American flag on its passenger side door, and the Confederate flag on the driver's side. Like most in the contest, his car is outfitted with a special weapon, called a VisceraPerk, and the secondary weapon of hood-mounted, dual miniguns. Darryl's VisceraPerk consists of electrified bullwhips that seem to have a life of their own. While he prefers to be close to opponents when using "The Slavemasters" (his name for them), he isn't required to. The whips can extend a great distance, wrapping around the wheels of an opponent's vehicle, no matter how fast they're going. He uses this technique mostly to flip vehicles over, but at times the whips have hoisted cars in the air to throw them out of the stadium. I'm of the belief that's not all they can do, those are just his preferred moves. Again, I only believe that Darryl is the government's mole simply because of his "patriotism". Maybe that's naïve of me, but I just feel like he lays it on a bit too thick to really be a legit contestant. Someone placed him here, I'm sure of it. Even if it isn't the government, he still rubs me the wrong way for obvious reasons, and reasons I still can't place my finger on. 🚘🚘🚘
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