Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-29194274-20180506223050/@comment-26120744-20180508052513

A man enters a cave built into the side of a mountain. Though the cave network is vast and labyrinthine, he seemingly picks paths at random that lead to a blast door. He knocks on it and a slot opens.

"Password." A voice demands.

"Viva la Revolucion." the man says.

"Welcome, Comrade." The voice responds.

And the door opens.

The man walks inside and finds the hideaway of the Crimson Division of the Red Army: the ten claws of the Ubermensch (though the man himself didn't like being called that).

Since their leader's death they had been in hiding, living off the land, occasionally going into town to purchase books and teach college classes (yes, some of them have infiltrated the education system in order to radicalize the youth) but mostly biding their time.