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| Opposites react; Jesse Vs Frank | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Sep 1 2010, 11:09 AM (300 Views) | |
| Golgotha | Sep 1 2010, 11:09 AM Post #1 |
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I could live in a hole
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A showdown with a twist. >> Due to an outstanding argument stemming from the Brimming Forge a month or so back, the two have come to the conclusion that the feud can only be solved via battle. The two will face off outside Bucket-Town on the 8th September. >> We will each post our stories and then the two will be judged to decide a victor. >> This battle is semi lethal with injuries such as knife wounds, bullet wounds and broken bones (etc) perfectly acceptable.
You may place wagers on who will win the battle amongst yourselves below, bets end on 7th September 20:00 GMT |
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Lidie Rider: Level 3 Raider Age: 25-28 SPECIAL: 6.9.7.4.6.6.3 Condition: [x][x][x][x][x][x][x][x][x][x] Weapons: Post War Musket (tier 1) Tribal Sword (tier 2) Flash bang x1 snub-nosed revolver x1 Clothing: Basic Raider Armour (tier 2) Equipment: large hide x2 medium hide x1 psycho x3 gnarled root x1 mapulator 300, secret holotape, pre-war photo, hair gel, x1 bobby pin Kills 12 Companion: Ghilian Kheroseen. | |
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| Golgotha | Sep 4 2010, 07:50 AM Post #2 |
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I could live in a hole
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Note to Ceweb, my story is done. |
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Lidie Rider: Level 3 Raider Age: 25-28 SPECIAL: 6.9.7.4.6.6.3 Condition: [x][x][x][x][x][x][x][x][x][x] Weapons: Post War Musket (tier 1) Tribal Sword (tier 2) Flash bang x1 snub-nosed revolver x1 Clothing: Basic Raider Armour (tier 2) Equipment: large hide x2 medium hide x1 psycho x3 gnarled root x1 mapulator 300, secret holotape, pre-war photo, hair gel, x1 bobby pin Kills 12 Companion: Ghilian Kheroseen. | |
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| Cewebwalz | Sep 5 2010, 05:39 PM Post #3 |
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Henshin a go-go baby
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Might want to post it. Been busy lately, haven't been able to work on mine too much. |
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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-
full-sized avatar "What is Adderal, anyhow?" - Funky Fan | |
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| Golgotha | Sep 6 2010, 08:47 AM Post #4 |
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I could live in a hole
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Frank Browning Vs Jesse Winters "Hey Jesse you turn the fuck around," he un-slung his rifle and leant up against it. "If you re-call, I had to go get your hide, a big hide too at the threat of death by tribal and Hill Billy, don't look so pissed off with me, I tried Otriad and Austin because I helped a guy out in doing so, I also thought it would be the best place to get decent hides to get you paid back quickly, I wasn't facing no Guai for it's skin." Frank didn't have much to argue for but he kept pressing, "So don't act like such a fucking bad-ass, if your pissed off get it the fuck over with here, you wanna talk things over, go for it, you wanna fight things out, I'm not saying no, I'm not taking shit from you now or in the future Jesse." Frank wasn't smiling anymore. Jesse did turn, slowly, his face set into a look of daggers. Frank didn’t back down, he earned his place amongst the Texans when he held out against the Neo-Rulers of Bucket-Town, where was Jesse then? “If you’re so tough where the hell where you when Bucket-Town got smashed to bits by those invaders? No fucking where is where! Oh and of course, there’s proof your not all you could be, I mean, you got pretty messed up by Ellis didn’t you.” Then Jesse fired. The revolver shot whizzed past Frank’s head and burrowed into a nearby car. Frank leapt onto all fours and darted towards the nearest cover, a low pile of junk, this place was to open, and the both new it, they would have to take the fight inside the town, but how, Frank was positioned further away from the gates than Jesse and no doubt, if he made a run for it, he would get hit eventually. What Jesse lacked in comparison was intelligence and perception, Frank noted a small collection of rubble still not cleared from the breaches, cover not remotely adequate but better than nothing, access would allow him into Bucket-Town. He felt for a rock and lobbed it in the other direction giving him a fraction of a second to turn in the other direction. The rues was far from elaborate and Jesse was only caught for the shortest instant. Frank made it to the rubble while a number of shots reeled off. The gates where not far and Frank made it with Jesse in hot pursuit, reeling off curses at every opportunity. If Frank could dodge past Jesse, he might be able to fend off the practically inevitable option of a fist fight, something Frank would lose unless he could turn the tables. Frank turned and blasted a shot from his kiga at Jesse who obviously wasn’t ready for he little time to dodge the salvo, thankfully the energy dissipated before it could reach him but nevertheless, it seemed only to increase the black man’s resolve to obliterate Frank. Frank turned a corner and waited in the shadows behind an old baked mud brick building, all across the walls where reminders of the skirmish that took place here, Frank never wanted to return, stupid son of a bitch forcing him back. Winters turned and followed where he thought Frank was but, once he realised he was no where to be seen, he swivelled only too late, Frank flicked the trigger, allowing the energy to pulsate and charge before it blasted straight into Jesse’s leg, unfortunately the shot wasn’t direct and, although it balanced the fight better, little damage was done besides the tearing of flesh and the pulling of cartilage. The African American nursed the wound, luring Frank into a trap; he switched to his knife and moved in on the crouching Jesse. Sure enough, the man reacted speedily, with some lack of ease. He swung his good leg round, catching Frank and sending him to the floor at which Jesse stood and kicked him straight into the chest. The wind rushed out of him and Frank found it hard to stand, but he had to. Jesse through a punch now, Frank tried to dodge and it was a partial success in that Jesse hit Frank’s chest instead of his face. He stumbled back coughing and spluttering, things seemed to be going worse than he expected but it was never going to be easy. He was used to firing from a distance rather than close up. Jesse outweighed Frank by about fifty pounds on a good day but Frank could not match the man’s agility either. He tried to stand but then thought something out in remarkable time. Jesse went to kick the crouched man down again but Browning slipped his back and broke fell before placing a well intentioned kick straight into Jesse’s delicate area. The wastelander yelped and clutched his balls, at this Frank set about Jesse’s body with a number of fully powered punches, all Winters could do was block with his good arm, the other still tender. The tides where turning again, for the better. An ill planned punch played out by Frank sent Jesse into a sudden fit of rage and a successful haymaker across the face sent spears of pain shooting through Frank’s face, he clutched it painfully, his jaw was dislodged to a degree but for now he would have to endure. Frank’s pistol was still loaded and he turned to run, firing off two shots from the firearm as he did so, none hit true but nevertheless, Jesse had to slow down for an instant to dodge them. As he came tearing round the corner he found Frank, tired and panting, his hands resting upon his knees. Was this it? Jesse came charging in ready for the finishing blow but Frank was bluffing, and it paid off, he looked up from his hooded confides and drove the knife in his hand straight into Jesse’s side. Blood spilled from his wounds and Frank fired a shot into his knee just to make sure he was immobile, Jesse then fell to his knees and Frank stopped, the fight was over. “Now shut the fuck up you piece of shit, it’s not lethal, stop groping it, I want my hide back now, and you ever think of coming for me, your done for!” This battle was over but the small crowd that had stopped what they where doing to watch the fight would probably testify towards having the two removed from the town, permanently. Frank placed his revolver to the kneeling man’s head and waited, chest heaving. (this is my take on things, once Ceweb's posted, bets will be done and the pieces will be graded, then the RP will finish and the rewards will roll) |
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Lidie Rider: Level 3 Raider Age: 25-28 SPECIAL: 6.9.7.4.6.6.3 Condition: [x][x][x][x][x][x][x][x][x][x] Weapons: Post War Musket (tier 1) Tribal Sword (tier 2) Flash bang x1 snub-nosed revolver x1 Clothing: Basic Raider Armour (tier 2) Equipment: large hide x2 medium hide x1 psycho x3 gnarled root x1 mapulator 300, secret holotape, pre-war photo, hair gel, x1 bobby pin Kills 12 Companion: Ghilian Kheroseen. | |
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| Cewebwalz | Sep 6 2010, 09:32 AM Post #5 |
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Henshin a go-go baby
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Jesse unsung his shotgun, holding the barrel in his hands, for just a moment. Tensions where admittedly high, and Jesse really couldn’t blame that stupid fucker for raising his gun just a tad. However, he couldn’t really say he didn’t enjoy it when the but of his shotgun was being swung. When it collided into Frank’s face, Jesse’s shotgun made a slight “cracking noise”, Browning made a very big “cracking noise”. Frank’s nose had just been judging from the blood and it looking like someone had just fucked it with a bat. Winter’s twirled his shotgun around in his hand, Frank had fallen over from the brute force of the swing. Gripping onto the weapons pistol grip, he pointed it one handed at Frank. A smile slowly crept onto the boxers face as Browning recovered, desperately trying to piece together in his mind what the fuck he just got hit with. And Jesse just couldn’t resist saying a few last words. “Maybe you shouldn’t have done that, boyo.” (LUCK) Jesse pressed down on the shotgun’s trigger. Nothing. He did it again. Once more, nothing. Dropping the non-working fire arm onto the ground, Jesse went for his revolver. Frank had come to his senses, and already had a revolver in his hands. Jesse decided then and there that Frank would win any shootout that the two might be involved in at this moment. So instead, he dived. He landed on his good shoulder, heard a gunshot, and pounced over to a nearby shack. Jesse, peeked his head out. Frank was getting to his feet, and was having trouble doing it. Winter’s went for his revolver, but Frank apparently was watching the shack where Jesse was hiding. He swung his laser rifle around, and discharged a shot. Jesse’s head moved back behind the cover of the shack. The laser shots burnt and dented the scrap metal exterior. Clenching his pistol, Jesse ran out from the opposite end of the shacks cover, moving to another tent. Browning had taken cover behind another shack. To bad bullets had a tad more penetration power then laser rifles. Jesse unloaded four shots into the shack, before darting across the street. Firing off two barely aimed shots as he moved, Jesse dived behind a building made out of scrap metal. This one was bigger. It hadn’t been here last time Jesse was in bucket town. “Come out come out whenever you can, Frank! I got a surprise!” Jesse continued the taunting as he moved closer. “Ah, don’t you want to know what I got for you?” Jesse grabbed a flash bang from his belt, and tossed it over the shack Browning was last hiding in. Moving, Jesse popped out from behind after hearing the “bang”. No one. The fucker had moved when Jesse tried to dart across the street, or when he was trying to get behind him. Either way, Jesse was surprised when he heard shouting from behind him. “Maybe you should make loans with people you can actually handle!” Half-way through George’s speech, Jesse dived inside the shack. Bullet holes covered one of the walls, and more laser fire erupted from the other side. Two shots popped through the wall, a bit too close for comfort. Grabbing the ball pen hammer, Jesse swung downward towards the wall covered in bullet holes. The hammer tore through the scrap, and Jesse moved out of the shed. George was hiding in or next to a tent, that much was obvious. Jesse wasn’t sure which tent, but he was about to find out. Grabbing a few of his Molotov cocktails, he tossed them over the shed. One towards the tent opposite of the now broken shed, and one towards the tent slightly to left of it. Jesse waited another second before popping out of cover, gripping the hammer with his one good hand, and clutching a flash bang in his sling, he rolled the device just in front of the two tents. Frank ran out of one of the burning tents. The flash bang went off, blinding Frank and deafened Winters. However, he didn’t need to hear for what he was about to do. He continued running, tilting the hammer backwards as he did so. He swung at Frank’s legs. The boy dropped to the floor. Jesse raised his right foot, and stomped downward on top of Frank’s head. He soon heard the squabbles of the people in the town though. The new regime’s guards where charging. Jesse was in a bad position. Frank was fucked up enough as is, but Jesse didn’t have enough time to kill him. Winter’s grabbed Browning’s revolver, and ran. He decked into another shed, and sprinted southward. He wouldn’t be able to come back to Bucket town for a while, that was for sure. |
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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-
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| Munk | Sep 7 2010, 03:43 AM Post #6 |
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One-Man Conga Line
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Well, this was actually a good fight and I enjoyed reading both of them. I have several reasons for voting the way I did and I won't go into them right now, but if you do want to know, you only have to ask me in the Cbox or else where. Moving on... The winner is: Cewebwalz Golgo, you did a get job here and because of that, Frank escaped without any permanent injuries. His pride is a bit sore and he's got a bad headache but he's alright. Keep up the good work, man. This was solid. |
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