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| Golgotha | Sep 9 2010, 08:23 AM Post #1 |
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I could live in a hole
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OOC: I really want to keep the ball rolling so here's really part 3 of my battle with Cewebwalz... IC: In and out of consciousness. Dark. Bright again, he was being taken away or something, he tried gripping into the dirt but something stamped on his fingers. No more pain than he was already in, enough to make him recoil though. It was quiet, he couldn't here properly, there was a thick ringing in his ears and the thumping of his hard pounded his veins. The cap on his head was surely a mockery? Or some kind soul trying to help a guy out, maybe there was still some vestige of hop in the world. "I think he's coming too Merchant!" Spoke a quiet voice, amazingly audible over the racket in Frank's head. "Yep, he's pretty dazed though, grab that badge and find out if it's real, hop to it Raider, I'm going to get the car started." Frank spluttered as liquid was poured down his neck and over his face, "Ugh, oh fu-huh-huk! Gah, what, what's going on, what's a car, who -" "Shut, the, fuck up you prat, you made a right mess of yourself, attacking a fist fighter like that, you really don't hang out locally much, you fought one of the nastiest mo-fuckas in the Southern wastes, but not all is lost guy, when you wake up, you'll be in a place that'll make you infamous." At that the man by the name of raider smacked a club over Frank's head drawing fresh blood and new dreams. In and out. Again. night turned to day, fresh wind blew across Frank's face allowing for the regaining of consciousness numerously throughout the companies journey. Apparently a car, was slap dash vehicle, created from the engines of an old truck and the hull of a burnt out ATV, these guys, expert mechanics, where taking Frank away to their hideout somewhere east of Austin, amongst the ruins. They made their way out by about eleven o clock at night, to a small shop with window shields and a number of barricades around the sides. On the edge of the building there was a fizzling neon light that said something Frank could not make out for the lumps on his head covered his eyes. "This is East." "Eh?" Asked Frank The man sighed, "The fucking name of the city, East, a raiders haven." Merchant chipped in, "Aye, we got the porn club, the gambling place, the arena, the pawn shop and all at the epxense of our boss, Del Minted, apparently he got his name from a pre war can of the juiciest fucking fruit!" "What do you want with me?" Frank replied, cutting of Merchant in mid speech. "Why, you got a yellow 95 on your shirt, you gotta help us!" |
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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 10 2010, 08:39 AM Post #2 |
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I could live in a hole
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"Err, what?" Asked Frank in stupor and blood loss. His headache was subsiding and his heart was returning to but raiders rarely wanted help. "You guys are fucking raiders right," "Yep, we are raiders, and naturally, raiders like shiny shit, and you are from a vault!" Merchant walked over, "Yeh, you gotta come in guy, Del Minted wants to see you." The two men grabbed Frank and helped him out of the car, after some rather volatile vomiting, he was ready, and suitable re freshened with some ninety year old mints. They entered the small building round back, there was a notable amount of noise for the night time, shots where not uncommonly heard and some dirty talk could just be made out from the window of a boarded up house. Inside, a huge amount of smoke coagulated around the ceiling, it was thick and blocked out the light from a dim bulb, a few men where gambling with chips and smoking fat brown cigars. They barely acknowledged the newcomer. "When you go in, knock twice, don't look the man in his eyes and don't ask him about his speech, poor mutha coming down with a case of the cancers," whispered Raider. Frank did as he was told and was soon in a tiny room, also full of thick smoke, this room was suitably darker than it's predecessor, almost black, bar a candle of slow burning wax. There was also a tobacco plant, not badly mutated. "Del Minted, I presume?" Asked Frank with an outstretched hand. The man ignored the gesture, he was big, built from the chest down and wore a bowler hat. He looked like a generic 50s gangster. "Listen, I want to find 95, we need to speak to the inhabitance, you get what I mean, if you want, we can help you with weapons, cash whatever, there's good pickings here, and there's good pickings in there." Frank nodded in awe, "It's just if you refuse, I have to blow your balls off and feed you to the mole rats!" Frank just nodded again, "Good, now drink with me, and smoke with me, you are my brother!" |
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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 12 2010, 02:42 AM Post #3 |
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I could live in a hole
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Frank drank until the early hours of the morning, the rotgut was still in his stomach for days afterwards. By the time it cam for him to return back to his 'captors', he had a suitably sized hangover. "Ok let's go!" Raider cried to Frank from the car. Frank clutched his head and moaned, "Drink is wasted on me! Stop shouting, anyway, you got maps or something?" Raider and Merchant looked worried for a second but quickly recovered, "No Frank, it's in your head, you do know how to get their right?" "Err, My Great Granddad would but he's long dead." The two men quickly stopped smiling now, they jumped out of the vehicle and clutched some crowbars leaning up against it, all hospitality in their eyes was drying up. "You fucking duped us smart ass? Not good!" Merchant seethed, smacking the crowbar across his hand menacingly. "No hold on, I did a bit of work on this guys, Vault 95 I came from, I have a 95 cantine as well!" He quickly brandished the metal water holder, rusted and dirt worn but still acceptable. The raiders relaxed again. Slightly. "Look Frank, is it possible it could be out East? There's an account of a vault dweller escaping from a vault somewhere east, that was eight years ago, he's long dead, stumbled on in to Austin Badlands and was savaged by some tribal mother fucker!" "Could be, I don't go out East Texas much, but once...Could be, there's a small pre-war settlement still standing that might house it!" "Let's get the hell outta her then." |
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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 15 2010, 08:16 AM Post #4 |
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I could live in a hole
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Frank was loaned a rifle for the duration of the trip, they expected him to return it once they got back to Austin. He had never used a rifle this big before, it felt cold and heavy in his hands, boy if he got enough money, he would be able to pack a real punch. His attention was quickly turned to the dusty road ahead, the car stopped and the men got out. Merchant carried a pair of broken binoculars that only functioned down one eye. “What is it?” asked Frank quietly. “Shhh, there are some big lads down below? Never seen em before, Merch’ is taking a look see,” Raider pressed. Sure enough a patrol of big green men where patrolling out of a nearby settlement, “What are they?” Frank whispered shocked at their size. “MUTANTS! Freaking hundred mutants!” And it was true, the mutants where poring from the town and a few where in n apparent fire fight, they boasted fantastic weaponry and superior tactical skills than their opponents who where walled up inside a building firing shots off. The men walked from their cars, down the hill towards the town, it was warm and the sun reflected off Raider’s pain spike armour which he quickly removed and left in the car, (the steering wheel had been previously removed for safety.) As they drew closer, the fire became increasingly louder, miniguns where sported by two mutants while one had a laser rifle and one had a rocket launcher. Where as mutants previously where clumsy, slow and tactically redundant, these machines of war where remarkable, most of them cried to each other, short commands while one seemed to survey from a distance. The poor defenders inside the school building where doomed. Sure enough, the mutants, who employed a large brutish creature into their company knocked down the door and began to swarm inside leaving all but two outside. The other team marched westward and where no longer a problem. “C’mon let’s go, I’ve never seen anything like this -” “Merchant, look, the vaults over there, it’s where they’re coming from!” Ahead was a glowing sign that was battered up, it simply read ‘Vault 95a.’ Steps lead down a good fifty feet and, upon closer inspection; it appeared the door had taken significant damage by explosives, the PA system sounded fractured but still worked, it was a robotised sounding repeat that spurted out some sort of propaganda against mutants and that humanity will not be defeated. “How do we knock out a mutant?” Asked raider almost inquisitively. “The fuck, you’re joking right? I’m out of here guys, I showed you where the vaults whereabouts are and this is all too bad for me!” “Nah, we can take one out, bring him back and question him on what’s going on, we can get his gun as well.” Frank gulped. |
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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 17 2010, 01:29 AM Post #5 |
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I could live in a hole
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To take down a super mutant, a number of shots must be fired into target areas such as the face, the heart, some vital organs. It is common knowledge that even a super mutant without enhancements or armour can survive a .22 shot to the face, it's tough wasteland warped skin can literally stop a bullet as good as a plate of armour. Arguably, taking down a mutant without knocking it out is even harder. Mutants generally have powerful skulls that are resistant to most knocks and blows although an explosion can disorient one for a short time. This was out of the question, they wanted this brutish creature without alerting the others. If all three combined could beat the mutant enough, they might be able to at least get it into a position of disadvantage. "Smack him with the butt of your rifles over the head as many times as possible, I'll climb on it's back and try to bring him down, got it? Good, on three!" Raider whispered The men simply nodded, even Frank, who clutched his rifle, white knuckled. "GOOOOO!" They charged at the mutant who was at least caught off guard, he turned to find Raider cut a sweeping motion across his face, little damage but the mutant clutched it and moaned. Most worryingly was that he might yell out and alert the others, thankfully, some of the ruckus up stairs diverted the other mutants attentions. Frank came in with the second blow, not as powerful as his predecessors' but none the less, it was enough to sap even his energy. The mutant was angered now, it was his turn, while a kick from Merchant dug into his leg, he simply bit his lip and lowered his vindicator. "SHIT DON'T LET HIM SPOOL!" This had just become, a fight for their lives! The barrels began revolving and the clicking of loaded ammo came into earshot. Frank dived and smashed his gun down upon the mutants fingers, it yelled and smacked Frank with the mini gun, he skidded and fell some five feet away. He checked his rifle and clutched his head, the old wound from Jesse was seeping open again and it stung like a bitch! He raised the gun to his eye and fired a shot straight into the things leg. All concerned stopped for an instant, staring at the hooded figure whose clothing flailed in the wind, the mutant turned and tried to hit Raider in the face but another two shots sent him reeling, "What are you doing Frank?" Panted Merchant desperately, "Don't alert the others, we don't want him dead either...OR US!" Frank ignored the man's plea and fired again, this time, the chest shot drew some thick mucus like blood. "Mutant, where'd you get your weapons? Come with us or we'll finish you here!" He snarled and took a step forward but, before anyone could stop him, he drew a machete from a sheath behind his back and drove it straight through raiders face. The man was dead before he hit the ground. "NOOOO!" Screamed Merchant, he clutched his friends and the Mutant was about to lunge again but Frank stopped him, he fired four more shots into the mutants wound opening it up and splattering blood in front of him. The massive beast fell to the floor, he dropped his gun and snarled again, Merchant glared daggers and before Frank could stop him, he fired a shot from his shotgun straight through the mutants cranium. this, is enough to kill a mutant!" "Shit Merchant, you said -" "I DON'T CARE WHAT I SAID, GET THAT GUN AND LET'S GTFO!" Frank lugged the gun behind him and hobbled towards the car while Merchant carried some of the spent ammunition. "What about Raider?" Questioned Merchant turning to go back. "It's too late, let's go," Frank grabbed his ally and pushed him into the car seat. "Drive!" [[Epilogue]] Del Minted looked at the two men and smiled slowly, he was chewing and un lit cigar and his hands where crossed. "You did good boys, a shiny new machine gun, ammo we can send to get cast and reproduced, and some new reports I suppose, well, go ahead." Merchant just looked at the floor so Frank spoke, slowly, and powerfully, it was true to say the two days had change him, he was a much darker character. "Mutants are swarming from the east, maybe a day or two's walk, we had to go a long distance, off road, swerving through abandoned towns because we didn't want them to track us." Del Minted was about to interrupt but Frank silenced him, "There are two legions of them, we expect they are trying to get into Vault 95, the gun is from a mutant so we expect this vault has some sort of armoury or at least big weapons, perhaps they marched from somewhere else? The problem is, Texas has a new contender, more dangerous than you or any raiders!" The Don looked at the man with a look of slight worry about his face, "Well, you have me suitably intrigued, I suppose we will have to get prepared, new barricades and the sort..." "Yes you will, but if you've fought mutants before, these are new, they are more intelligent, slightly faster, slightly smaller, but more deadly!" "Ok, ok, Frank, you are telling a warrior how to pull a trigger...now, I suppose you want your reward, you did good today." |
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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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| Zilabus | Sep 19 2010, 09:46 AM Post #6 |
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Er'ry day I'm overseein'
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The vehicles, the vault, the city, and the super mutants? I dunno, I was asking myself why he was getting swept up in so many things so quickly. It broke my suspension of disbelief, and that's not so good. Anyways, other then that, this is actually a good mission. A good length, your improving you spelling and fluency, and just starting to develop your own style. Probably woulda gotten a good rewards if it was about exploring or fightin' some critters or whatever. But the mutants and the car and the everything else? Too much, too fast, too high leveled. Rewards:
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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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