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Meteor Shower; First Showdown, I suppose.
Topic Started: Aug 17 2009, 01:47 PM (524 Views)
Cewebwalz
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(OOC-I've decided to do a showdown. However, I need one of two things. Some one else to do it with me, a location, and a set of rules. Now, I have a set of rules, and a location. What I don't have is another person. Now, I'll explain how I can fix that part in these here ruley thingies below.)

RULES-

1. No God Modding. Google it, find 5 sources of what it is, read about each of em, if you don't know what it is.

2. You do /not/ see your enemy clearly. Not their face, only their general size.

3. This takes place in time after Bucket Town. It starts once the Caravan ends.

4. Post here in advance, it's read to begin

5. WAWAWAWAWAAW

6. The Story being below this line.

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Eddy Grey marched forward from Bucket Town. He had been hoping to have gotten a better pay for his work, but he didn't really care at this point. As he continued walking, he looked around, and realized he was lost. And it would be night soon. Should he go back to bucket town? Nah, that wouldn't be a very good idea.

As he walked forward, he noticed a small cave, a few hundred yards away from him. It wasn't much, but it would do. As he reached the cave, he looked around. No bears, good. As he walked in, he slowly layed down on the floor, and drifted to sleep.

Lights. Off in the sky. What the hell? They had woken Eddy up, and he was anxious to find out where the hell they were coming from. Getting up to his feet he started to sprint towards the direction of the lights I got to see what the hell those are.[I/] Eddy soon grabbed his gun, just in case.

Eddy soon came across to a long, rickety bridge. Was that a guy on the other side? Maybe a woman. He wasn't sure. Maybe he should yell at them? That seemed like a good idea. Waving his hands up to show them he was a friend, he accidentally shot off his gun near the man or woman.
This wasn't going to end well....

The other person then turned at Eddy, raising his or her weapon. Eddy made a jump for a large nearby rock for cover, and started to pray. As he peaked out from behind the rock, he noticed something. Once one of those quick flash of lights ends, he couldn't see the other guy. This would make things interesting.....
Jesse Winters - Penitentiary Pugilist
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Lmgthev:� Like tbh I agree CP is not the golden boy at all
Lmgthev:� You're like John Candy from Cool Runnings
Lmgthev:� Washed up has been who teaches the newcomers the trade� :D

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Zilabus
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((OOC- Not here to step up against, you, just here to keep an eye on things and tell you I'll be judge. Tell me of your wager once you set one, and tell me when you begin, and who with.))
Eli "Slim" Ambrose
SPECIAL: 3, 9, 2, 7, 9, 3, 7
Level: 5
Bucket town reputation: -175
Equipment
Weaponry: Molotov, Cherry bombs, Combat Knife, Laser pistol, Tack Mines, Smoke grenades, Syringes.
Armor:Post-war suit Tattered leather jacket
Inventory
Homemade shotgun, Gumballs, Bedspread
Mentats x3, Psycho x2, Jet x1, Wiskey x2, vodka
4 1/2 x Hides, 15 LSB dollars
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Caucasian
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Cewebwalz
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Zilabus,Aug 18 2009
01:56 AM
((OOC- Not here to step up against, you, just here to keep an eye on things and tell you I'll be judge. Tell me of your wager once you set one, and tell me when you begin, and who with.))

(OOC-Once another person joins, I'll negotiate with him (or her) for the wager.)
Jesse Winters - Penitentiary Pugilist
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Grace Van Vliet - Indie Incinerator
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Lmgthev:� Like tbh I agree CP is not the golden boy at all
Lmgthev:� You're like John Candy from Cool Runnings
Lmgthev:� Washed up has been who teaches the newcomers the trade� :D

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Cewebwalz
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Edited rules, it can start now.
Jesse Winters - Penitentiary Pugilist
8(+2).5.7.5.5.8.4, Level: 4 -HC-

Grace Van Vliet - Indie Incinerator
5.7.7.5.5.4.7, Level: 3 -HC-
Quote:
 
Lmgthev:� Like tbh I agree CP is not the golden boy at all
Lmgthev:� You're like John Candy from Cool Runnings
Lmgthev:� Washed up has been who teaches the newcomers the trade� :D

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Zilabus
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((On second thought, I think I would rather enjoy going up against you in a showdown, if one of the other Mods would be so kind as to judge it for me.))
Eli "Slim" Ambrose
SPECIAL: 3, 9, 2, 7, 9, 3, 7
Level: 5
Bucket town reputation: -175
Equipment
Weaponry: Molotov, Cherry bombs, Combat Knife, Laser pistol, Tack Mines, Smoke grenades, Syringes.
Armor:Post-war suit Tattered leather jacket
Inventory
Homemade shotgun, Gumballs, Bedspread
Mentats x3, Psycho x2, Jet x1, Wiskey x2, vodka
4 1/2 x Hides, 15 LSB dollars
Appearance
Caucasian
Very tall, lanky, and slim, jet black hair in a greased into a subdued pompadore style. Dark eyes and a cleanshaven face. Brown Windowpane suit.

Kelly "Featherweight" Capozzi
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Cewebwalz
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Zilabus,Sep 2 2009
03:28 AM
((On second thought, I think I would rather enjoy going up against you in a showdown, if one of the other Mods would be so kind as to judge it for me.))

(OOC-Wonderful, what would you like to use as a wager?)
Jesse Winters - Penitentiary Pugilist
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Grace Van Vliet - Indie Incinerator
5.7.7.5.5.4.7, Level: 3 -HC-
Quote:
 
Lmgthev:� Like tbh I agree CP is not the golden boy at all
Lmgthev:� You're like John Candy from Cool Runnings
Lmgthev:� Washed up has been who teaches the newcomers the trade� :D

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Zilabus
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As I said earlier, we are looking for mods. We've taken up a couple candidates, and I'm giving them all a chance to do a grading, or judge a showdown, to get an idea as to how they operate. By random selection, Munk is the first one to give it a go. He will judge this showdown as a sort of trial. I hope you have no objections. When he has made an entry post, I'll clear out most of this chatter, and we will begin.

This has been set as an exibition, with no wager. Cerebral, you can decide who will post first.
Eli "Slim" Ambrose
SPECIAL: 3, 9, 2, 7, 9, 3, 7
Level: 5
Bucket town reputation: -175
Equipment
Weaponry: Molotov, Cherry bombs, Combat Knife, Laser pistol, Tack Mines, Smoke grenades, Syringes.
Armor:Post-war suit Tattered leather jacket
Inventory
Homemade shotgun, Gumballs, Bedspread
Mentats x3, Psycho x2, Jet x1, Wiskey x2, vodka
4 1/2 x Hides, 15 LSB dollars
Appearance
Caucasian
Very tall, lanky, and slim, jet black hair in a greased into a subdued pompadore style. Dark eyes and a cleanshaven face. Brown Windowpane suit.

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Munk
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I am ready to judge, whenever you're ready to start.
Andrew Hagan, Level 6, BTR: +40
Weapons:Switchblade (Concealed) Hunting Rifle (GC), 10mm Pistol (PC), Hunting Knife, Homemade Flamer (GC)
Armor: Reinforced Leather Vest, Repaired Blue Jeans
Currency: 2x Normal Hides, 1x Large Hides

Tack Morgan, Level 3, BTR: -50
Weapons: "The Neurolizer" (Teir Two - Laser Rifle)
Armor: Arena Denim (Teir One - GC)
Currency: 0


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(OOC-Got it, I'll go first.)

As Eddy took a peak out from behind the rock, he got a better look at the figure. He seemed rather tall, and thin was the best way to describe his figure. Oh ho, Eddy sure would of liked to fight this guy up close. It seemed he was one of the few people Eddy could beat up, let alone kill in a fire fight. Eddy could probably give him a knocking up close, however that probably wouldn't happen.

That bridge would break if he took a single step on it, and he preferred dying after he took out that skinny bastard. Grabbing his Energy Rifle, he peaked out from behind the rock. Yeah, he was going to try to kill him. Ok, he would have to time this. Flash of light, flash of light, flash of light, GO! Eddy then sprinted across, trying to reach the other side. Another flash, damn, he wasn't quick enough. The guy probably saw Eddy, but he wasn't sure.

Well, time to fire . As Eddy got up, he looked at the Rifles...... fuck. No sights on the rifle. Eddy fired off several shots in the mans direction, missing each time. Eddy put his eye closer to the rifle, and had the man directly in his sights. Click.. Well, that sucked. Eddy got back behind cover, and started to reload. Peaking his head out every now and then.
Jesse Winters - Penitentiary Pugilist
8(+2).5.7.5.5.8.4, Level: 4 -HC-

Grace Van Vliet - Indie Incinerator
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Lmgthev:� Like tbh I agree CP is not the golden boy at all
Lmgthev:� You're like John Candy from Cool Runnings
Lmgthev:� Washed up has been who teaches the newcomers the trade� :D

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It was a beautiful night. In a strange, creepy sort of way. Eli had been wandering out into the night for a bit longer then he would have liked. It was nearly pitch-dark, with an invisible new moon, and very few stars in sight. It wasn't very rare out here for there to be thick cloud cover at night. Not quite the large, white, fluffy kind, rather large, grainy clouds of dust and sand.

Eli wanted to bunk down soon, but he was holding out to find at least some basic form of shelter. If he couldn't he would just have to go all night without sleep. It was far to dangerous in this area to sleep out in the open alone. Eventually, Eli came acrossed an old, makeshift ropebridge. With any luck, that meant a nearby group of friendly tribals. Suddenly, the continually darkening night lit up in a burst. It lasted for the shortest time, and then was followed by another. They didn't show any signs of stopping, and they felt like some kind of dim lightning with no thunder.

Eventually, Eli found the source. Above him, glittering stars arced through the sky. It was a sight to see, no doubt. Eli was startled as he saw movement from the corner of his eye. Suddenly a laser burst lit up the air with a fizzle and a dim red glow. Without thinking, he ripped his revolver up and pointed it in that direction. The figure was a small, thin, agile one.

It had left his line of sight in a second. Eli kept his finger firmly on the trigger, and his gun pointed in the direction he had seen the figure. He thought it was a man, but he could not be totally sure from just a glimpse. The glittering falling stars continued to light up the night. Without them, it was pitch dark. In the blackness, Eli thought he had heard the slight rustle of footsteps. In a second, another star ripped acrossed the sky, revealing the figure for a moment. It dived behind another boulder.

More laser blasts shot towards Eli with characteristic noises. Eli tried to get low to the ground, not moving quickly enough to get behind cover. Beams shot by all around him. Luckily, his oponent was working on seconds of light for every minute of darkness. Nevertheless, one scorched by all to close to his hand. It wasn't a direct hit, but the heat was intense, and burned his eyes. Eli swore and kicked himself into action. Okay, return fire! His revolver was makeshift at best, firing rounds slightly off course. His first shot rang out in the silence, much louder then the laser weaponry. It seemed to let out a jet of fire.

Eli cocked it and continued fire, pivoting and shooting at what he believed his enemies location was. He walked as quickly as he could to a nearby tree. He didn't want to throw off his shots by running. Eli ducked behind it, breathingly heavily.
Eli "Slim" Ambrose
SPECIAL: 3, 9, 2, 7, 9, 3, 7
Level: 5
Bucket town reputation: -175
Equipment
Weaponry: Molotov, Cherry bombs, Combat Knife, Laser pistol, Tack Mines, Smoke grenades, Syringes.
Armor:Post-war suit Tattered leather jacket
Inventory
Homemade shotgun, Gumballs, Bedspread
Mentats x3, Psycho x2, Jet x1, Wiskey x2, vodka
4 1/2 x Hides, 15 LSB dollars
Appearance
Caucasian
Very tall, lanky, and slim, jet black hair in a greased into a subdued pompadore style. Dark eyes and a cleanshaven face. Brown Windowpane suit.

Kelly "Featherweight" Capozzi
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Cewebwalz
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(OOC-Going to write this post entirely from my characters point of view. guess this is a bit different then usual. \)

I was going to die, I just know it. My gun was jammed, as the little energy ammo box kept popping out whenever I stuck it in. Fthock. Fthock. Fthock. God that made a weird sound. Tuck Haha! Thing finally went i- POP Fuck. Damn thing just popped right out of the the gun, and four feet away from the rock. In the open. FUCK.

Come on..... stop flashing already...... OH SHIT! Did a bullet just go by? Gun shot. Hole in nearby tree. Yeah, guessing some one just shot to the right of the rock. Well, now or never. SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT FUCK SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT GOT IT! SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT Ok, back at the rock. Sweet. Haha, finally got it in there. Now, going to just inch out and fire. Aiming..... Clicking.....why the fuck is the gun jamming......
Jesse Winters - Penitentiary Pugilist
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Grace Van Vliet - Indie Incinerator
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Lmgthev:� Like tbh I agree CP is not the golden boy at all
Lmgthev:� You're like John Candy from Cool Runnings
Lmgthev:� Washed up has been who teaches the newcomers the trade� :D

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Eli turned the slide manually. He's had his revolver for as long as he could remember, but it used the rather time consuming, annoying reload procedure of the loading bay. He had to rotate the cylinder, remove one round, replace it, and then repeat the process. It used 32 rounds, which was luckily a fairly common type of ammo. It wasn't as if anybody was producing any more though, so it was still very difficult to find them.

It was costly to get into these drawn out gunfights. Almost as much as it was deadly. The majority of the time, they ended in a moment. One half dead, the other half trudging away. It wasn't like how they told you in the stories. Marathon battles between two evenly matched enemies didn't exist. Somebody was slower, sombody made a mistake, somebody was a bad shot, whatever.

Fthock. Fthock. Fthock.

Eli recognized that sound. The energy rifle was overloaded. As a failsafe, it automatically clicked out any battery loaded into it. He'd helped a man take that feature out many a times. It was much better to risk your gun backfiring then it was to not be able to fire at all. Usually, all you had to do was touch the main wire to a ground and be done with it.

Eli waited for another star to fly overhead, stepped away from the burnt out tree, and looked for the other figure. He popped out, gun ready. Apparently, he'd fixed his rifle. Eli fired at the other figure as quickly as he could, and then followed up with two more as quickly as he could. He crouched down and attempted to light one of his Molotovs. Eli tried to scare the other figure off.

"Oh yeah! Your gonna Burn motherfucker!"
Eli "Slim" Ambrose
SPECIAL: 3, 9, 2, 7, 9, 3, 7
Level: 5
Bucket town reputation: -175
Equipment
Weaponry: Molotov, Cherry bombs, Combat Knife, Laser pistol, Tack Mines, Smoke grenades, Syringes.
Armor:Post-war suit Tattered leather jacket
Inventory
Homemade shotgun, Gumballs, Bedspread
Mentats x3, Psycho x2, Jet x1, Wiskey x2, vodka
4 1/2 x Hides, 15 LSB dollars
Appearance
Caucasian
Very tall, lanky, and slim, jet black hair in a greased into a subdued pompadore style. Dark eyes and a cleanshaven face. Brown Windowpane suit.

Kelly "Featherweight" Capozzi
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Eddy kept clicking, trying to fire. Well, that was certainly odd. He opened the cartridge, and noticed something. Their was no ammo in it. It was too dark to tell if it was loaded.... Eddy started to re-load, when a bullet grazed his arm, and hit the ground beneath him. Hitting the empty Energy Ammo box thingy on the floor. Hitting the energy cells that we're actually in it the entire time. Setting Eddies shoe on fire.

You got to be fucking kidding me. Grabbing his shoe, he forced it off, luckily not burning through. Was that guy lighting a moltov cocktail? Yep, he was. Eddy would be dead in a few seconds if he managed to throw it. And the shoe was burning in his hand. Yeah, this was /really/ wonderful.

"Errr, suck on my size something shoe you asshole!"

Eddy tossed the shoe at the man, while running away from the boulder. One shoe left, great. As Eddy was running, he managed to finally pop a Energy Cartridge into the rifle, and headed for his original piece of cover, hoping to get out of Moltov range.
Jesse Winters - Penitentiary Pugilist
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Grace Van Vliet - Indie Incinerator
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Lmgthev:� Like tbh I agree CP is not the golden boy at all
Lmgthev:� You're like John Candy from Cool Runnings
Lmgthev:� Washed up has been who teaches the newcomers the trade� :D

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In a strange twist of fate, a yellow-reddish glow emitted from the other side of the canyon, as well as from his end. He knew he had just managed to light the end of one of his Molotov cocktails, apparantly, the other man had one of them lit too. That was the problem with such primative technology. Any idiot with no knowledge of how to actually make an effective bomb could cook one of them up.

"Errr, suck on my size something shoe you asshole!"

Idiot raider. Can't even think of anything intelligent to say. Nevertheless, his oponent flung the flaming object at Eli, and Eli returned the throw with one of his own. With any luck, it would light up his enemy in a wall of flames. The enemies weapon nailed him directly in the face.

Eli's jaw dropped in morbid shock. But he didn't die. The glass didn't break. Instead, the hard object blasted him in the face, searing his skin, and painfully bruising it. Eli hit the ground hard, but still alive, and crawled towards a small patch of brush.
Eli "Slim" Ambrose
SPECIAL: 3, 9, 2, 7, 9, 3, 7
Level: 5
Bucket town reputation: -175
Equipment
Weaponry: Molotov, Cherry bombs, Combat Knife, Laser pistol, Tack Mines, Smoke grenades, Syringes.
Armor:Post-war suit Tattered leather jacket
Inventory
Homemade shotgun, Gumballs, Bedspread
Mentats x3, Psycho x2, Jet x1, Wiskey x2, vodka
4 1/2 x Hides, 15 LSB dollars
Appearance
Caucasian
Very tall, lanky, and slim, jet black hair in a greased into a subdued pompadore style. Dark eyes and a cleanshaven face. Brown Windowpane suit.

Kelly "Featherweight" Capozzi
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(OOC-....... I didn't think you'd let that hit him in the face.....)

Eddy looked up at the sky, to see a unfamiliar light streaking towards him. This one looked more orange then usual. No, wait. It was on fire. Eddy started to run from the rock, but it was too late. The Moltov hit approximately right on the rock, which would of set Eddy on fire if he waited another second before running,.

The flames hit Eddies Jacket, quickly setting it on fire. "FWOCK FWOCK FWOCK FWOOOOOCKCKCKKKKKK!!!!" Ripping it off, he threw it on the ground, still burning. Fwocking hell....... He probably had third degree burns on him, and was in no state to fight, let alone move.

Grabbing his Kala energy rifle, Eddy struggled to aim at the crawling man, hoping to finally end the fight, aiming for the chest. He popped off two shots, before taking cover again. He needed to find a doctor, and fast.
Jesse Winters - Penitentiary Pugilist
8(+2).5.7.5.5.8.4, Level: 4 -HC-

Grace Van Vliet - Indie Incinerator
5.7.7.5.5.4.7, Level: 3 -HC-
Quote:
 
Lmgthev:� Like tbh I agree CP is not the golden boy at all
Lmgthev:� You're like John Candy from Cool Runnings
Lmgthev:� Washed up has been who teaches the newcomers the trade� :D

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