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The Greater Western Union wrote:

Yo Holy S**t, HE DEAD

Humpty Dumpty Once Ran the FBI. | Hoover's house, May 2nd, 1972
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May is a good month. It's like that transition from wet spring to balmy summer. Sure, the bugs roll in soon, but it's still a really nice, green part of the year. Perfect for cookouts, too.

"Alright, so my point is this absolute tool just ran up to me, screamed at me like I was satan or something, and just.. ran off! Like a raccoon or something." In the decked, wooden floors of Hoover's house, some 2 elderly, rotting men were resting by a lit grill, with various cuts of meat cooking loudly, one staring at the grill, telling some story or anyother, while the other sets up a quilted table.

"Really now? And this was because of that one hypnosis project you had a while ago? pfft, really? Like 3 college kids were given some LSD in exchange for testing, come on now."

"Well, I couldn't really say anything about that! It's kind of illegal to do that and I'm not admitting it. You get pulled over for speedings, you don't say "Ah yeah I was going 60 in a 50!" That's really just.. a bit stupid no?" After this, Hoover coughed, almost profusely. Not looking back at Hoover working the grill, Tolson continued working on the plating.

"What's more stupid is you staying so close to that f*cking smoke like you aren't the world's third largest cancer risk."

For a few seconds, Hoover didn't reply. Miffed, Tolson shrugged and finished off setting up the table.

"Ignore me at your funeral alright? You're doing it right now so it shouldn't be to difficult dead."

It was then that Tolson turned around to see Hoover, lying on the floor, face pale.

Dead.

F*CK.
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Not my best work, but it's good habit to make an RP post a day. Keeps the RP alive and all. With big boy dead, you all are getting some extra free range big time. Enjoy that.

Abraham Matthews and the cult of New Eden hear about the death of J. Edgar Hoover a few days later, when his death is announced to the wider public. Abraham Matthews, seeing the massive opportunities that have arisen as a result of this development, meets with his (known so far) two loyal servants of John Brookes and Seamus O'Brian, giving them the rundown on his plans for the newcomer that has joined his flock, his arms deals with foreign organizations and cartels, and for North Texas as a whole.

"The leader of the sinner's main opposition against us is dead, brothers. Now that the sinners are scrambling to secure a successor and to put down the chaos in New York and the west coast, we have many opportunities before us. First off, John. I have my suspicions about that newcomer that you baptized into our congregation only a few days ago. He mentioned that he came here because of our propaganda video with our mutual friend, the Marshall. while this may be good normally, the newcomer knew the Marshall personally, and it can be assumed they are good friends. If the two of them meet in person, the Marshall may attempt to poison his mind against our cause and use the newcomer as a means to call for help from the sinners. Obviously, we cannot have that. Keep a close eye on the newcomer, and do everything in your power to ensure the two of them are as far away as possible without attracting suspicision."

"Yes, Father. Your will is my command."

"Seamus. You can see from this map our estimates about where the forces of the sinner's investigative agencies might be focusing their efforts. Judging by the chaos in New York and California, as well as our relative calmness compared to either of them, it can be assumed that the sinners are ignoring us in favor of what they see as more pressing matters. If this is the case, then perhaps we can use this to gain even more power and better prepare for the Collapse. I want you to round up the Chosen and any trained volunteers you may have in order to lead an assault. I want Amarillo singing New Eden's hymns by the end of the month. Do whatever you see fit in order to pacify the city and turn it to our side."

"It shall be done immediately, Father."

As a result of Hoover's death, the cult has begun to make moves that will slowly attract more and more attention from the Federal government, and especially the local law enforcement stations that are already sending troubling report after troubling report to the Federal government requesting aid in taking down New Eden. If these calls are not heeded soon, the cult may become too powerful to take down without major resistance.