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"Encourage fornication!"; Final event mission.
Topic Started: Sep 10 2009, 07:18 PM (1,796 Views)
Munk
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"Ono. That stuff is cursed. No! No! Cannibalism is WRONG! Even if joo die of hunga, never eat anotha man's flesh. If joo do, joo wander the world forever as a deviL. "Throw it away my friend. Climb a mountain and throw it from the top. Go Southeast and throw it in the Great Lake! Go out and bury it in the desert. That thing is cursed. Get rid of it before it curses joo too!"

Tuko was terrified and Hagan realized that he had gone too far. He cursed himself in his head. That's what he gets for stereotyping Tribals. Being a ghoul, himself, he should've known better that to judge someone by appearences or where they live.

"Ok. Ok" He said. He put the speartip back into his pocket. "Tell you what. If you do what I have asked for just the Large hide and Statue, I will leave your store and take my amulet with me. I will never return to bring my curse here and I will destroy the speartip." Hagan was still trying to muscle Tuko using his superstitions, but now he was playing the curse angle.
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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Tuko took a deep breath and stiffened his resolve. he slid the needle, thread, material and jacket to the Ghoul-man, then slid the large hide and statuette under the counter as payment. Tuko steadied himself and pulled a ridiculously large Confederate Revolver. In one fluid motion, he drew, cocked and aimed the weapon straight at the Ghoul-man's face.

"Joo get the hell out of here and joo never come back. Make jur own changes to the jacket. Take it and get out. If I ever see joo again, I will kill joo," Tuko hissed, having collected himself enough to get angry at this stranger for bringing a cursed talisman into his bazaar. "Joo got til three. Get the hell out!"
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"Anyway. Then me and CP were like "Lul, wut?" and then Run had to step in and use his e-peen as a riot baton and then Doffa sorta left."

Caleb Wolff, Level 7 Tribal Ranger. (Inventory)
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Fuck! Tuko was faster than Hagan thought.

"Joo get the hell out of here and joo never come back. Make jur own changes to the jacket. Take it and get out. If I ever see joo again, I will kill joo. Joo got til three. Get the hell out!"

Hagan knew that he had gotten lucky enough not to be shot. He collcected the things from the counter and walked outside. He could still feel Tuko watching him and he wandered off trying to find a place to stay the night.

All and all this wasn't so bad. He'd repaired the jacket himself before.
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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((I'll jump back in. I 'spose we'll make it come to a close here in the camp.))

Eli jumped off of the top of his crate, and looked at the slavemaster. "Alright, I guess that's the entirety of our business discussion. We'll get 'em all moving in the morning with your help, and I'll give you a handler's fee." Jabbok patted him on the back. "You be good business. If you ever need help trading slaves, come to me. I help you out." He handed Eli a cigarette. "Seal the deal?" Eli took it with a smile. "Nice doing business with you, Jabbok." He lit his own Cigarette, and then Jabbok's.

The embers burned golden against the darkening sky. The horizon had turned into a deep red, and it was already making the transformation into a deep black. The wind brought in a chill, and Eli patted Jabbok on the shoulder as he walked away. Roy got up from working with Ella, and they both met him near the edge of the island of slaves. Roy had been teaching her a little about fighting, and she seemed to pick it up quick. Eli waved to his newly found tribal connection.

"Let's go find the others. We'll stay here for the night and return to Bucket Town in the morning."
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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As Orion turned around to face the scream the environment twisted and changed, he no longer stood outside the town, he was inside of an old temple. There wasn't much light in the room, what little light there was came from torches along the walls and a fire at the base of an altar at the other end of the room. Orion examined the space around him. Everything was made of black, reflective stones, there were six pillars in the center of the room that held up the ceiling. "The ceiling..." he thought to himself as he saw that only darkness hung above his head.

Then there was another scream. This one was closer. Orion's attention snapped to the altar where the scream came from. Bits of black decended from the ceiling and formed into the figures of six people gathered in a semi circle and sat around the fire facing the altar. Then after a few seconds two more dark figures formed at the altar. One was dressed in a dark cloak that was extravagant enough to make out of the monochrome man. The other figure was clearly a woman, although, she was laying on the altar. Orion could only assume the sacrifice, he couldn't understand why, but he felt compelled to save her, to prevent her from coming to any harm. He threw up his crossbow to aim and fire at the man... only to find that his crossbow wasn't there, nore where his bolts or his stun grenade. He had no choice but to run through thr people around the fire and stop the figure with his bare hands.

He took off in a dead sprint towards the altar, he wasn't 30 feet from the altar when one of the figures gathered around the fire, a particularlly muscular one at the, stood up and turned to face the oncoming Orion. He was instantly in front of Orion, he hit him like a brick wall, falling to the floor. The figure grabbed Orion by the throat and threw him against the nearest pillar. Orion slammed into the stone pillar and slumped to the floor in a heap. He looked up to see the hulking man walk toward him, then there was another scream, he looked toward the altar and saw that the man was holding a large and jagged knife above the woman. Before Orion could even think about doing anything the hulking figure picked him up and pinned him to the pillar. Orion looked down at him and saw that he was featureless, he had no visible clothing, no visible face. Then two bright yellow lights formed where the eyes would be, these eyes seemed to have a faint yellow fog leaking from the sides of the eyes, almost like tears.

"You cannot save her." the figure said in a deep and grating voice. At that moment the man began to stab and slice the woman with the knife, Orion stared at the spectacle that was taking place before his eyes, he watched as the woman screamed and writhed in pain and agony.

"Yes I can." Orion said struggling against the seemingly infinite strength of the dark figure.

"You cannot save the dead." the same deep voice said. "You are weak, I am strong. You will continually fail to protect anything and everything you hold dear. You are weak." the figure stated. The statement was clearly ment to demoralize Orion, and it had worked to some extent. It also really, REALLY, pissed him off.

"Weak? Weak?! I'll show you weak!" he screamed as he managed to hit the figure in the face. The hit didn't seem to have much effect, although it did seem to make the dark shroud around the man start to evaporate. Orion watched as the darkness slowly retracted from the man's face.
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"What's that you see? A wasteland? No. What I see is the most beautiful thing in the world. I see a new beginning, a clean slate for humanity. A time to forget our past and begin again."
Orion "The Free" Keagan
Notable Features: Yellow Eyes, Duster, Large scar on left side of the face.

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Hagan: 3 cannisters jet
Eli: 2 shots psycho
Orion: 3 pouches voodoo.

Rewardable perks: Raider connection to all characters!
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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