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Blue vs. LD vs. LMG #1; Will probably not be finished
Topic Started: Nov 24 2013, 11:30 AM (1,215 Views)
Cewebwalz
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(LMG has one week to reply before Blue wins by default.

DUN DUN DUNNNN)
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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LMGVagabond
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Crispy, Creamy, and Quite Dreamy
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The Final Power Ballad.

Buck lay there, feeling the life slowly drain from his body, the blood drenching his jacket and blending into his red button up; it pooled on his neck and trickled down his chest. The old cowboy was surprised he had much more of the stuff in him after his previous altercation in the town. However, he knew deep inside that this was the end of his road. He’d had a good run - probably longer than the average wastelander. Not many who could say they’d lived long enough to experience as much as Buck had.

He could still feel the revolver clutched in his hand, even amongst the searing pain and blanketing numbness. He was just about to let go when a thought crossed his mind: his daughter. Never again would he see her face, and most likely she would never know what happened to her father. All because of this fucker.

A last spark of angry flame built up inside his fading body. With the last of his strength, he raised his head and arm, aiming down at the stranger. He appeared to struggle mounting the ditch with his bum arm, which gave Buck enough opportunity to strike.

He pulled the trigger once, waited a second, fired again, second, fire. He squeezed another three rounds off at the figure until he heard a line of clicks from the cylinder. He didn’t know if any of them hit their mark. If they did, he wouldn't have long to savor it.

He let out a sigh as he let his head fall back down to the dirt, waiting to see what would be the first to kill him.
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Somedays in the wasteland, it seems like there's more blood than water. Senseless violence is the law of the land, and it was palpable tonight. Night falls, and one traveler turns on anothers mercy.

Emmet is wounded severely. Or at least that's how it seems to Buck, his body lays there in a stagnating pool of blood, only a dozen feet away.

As Buck loses conscious and embraces a greater one, he hears the rustling of footsteps nearby, and the voices of strangers in the dark.

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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"Man I told you to let me look at the map," a voice said cutting through the background noise of the desert.

"Sometimes things happen for a reason," man replied. "We never would have ran into a howler eagle sticking to the main path."

"How is that a good thing?" a third voice replied.

"Well the eagle had a mighty fine catch didn't he? Shame it was all for naught. Plasma beats eagle any day of the week," the second voice mused.

"Rest in peace though," the first voice chimed in getting closer.

"Yeah no one deserves to go out like that, I don't care if they're a lobber or a confederate slaver. That is a brutal death," the second voice stated.

Illuminated by the dying embers of the burning car and the hazy moon, Peter McCullough stepped out into view and surveyed the wreckage. It was a ghastly sight to see. There were bits of blood and gore littered throughout the area. The eagle had done a number of these people.

"Spread out and look for survivors," Peter commanded to his group.

The men scattered and started looking around as best as they could. Peter walked along the edges of the scene, taking in the bigger picture. In the distance he heard something, very faint, most likely carried by the wind. It didn't sound like a nasty beast, but it wasn't anything he was too familiar with. He struck out to see what was making a commotion. The noise was coming a fair distance away from the battlefield and Peter picked up his pace to find it before his men wondered where he had run off to. After a few minutes he heard the sound of hooves on stone, expecting to find a pack Brahmin Peter was shocked to discover it was a horse.

"Now where did you come from," Peter said softly to the creature.

The horse was saddled with weapons and provisions. It was unlikely that someone would just abandon it, unless it belonged that that fat man they found getting his guts ripped out by the howler. Peter gently pet the beast's long nose and then ever so easily grabbed its reigns. The horse showed a moment of protest but then followed Peter's commands, everyone loved him even animals. As Peter brought the horse back to the battlefield he received some surprised looks from his crew. It seemed they had been busy finding stuff too.

"There's a campsite up on the hill," one of the raiders reported. "We found these two in the ditch, a lawman and an express rider."

"Hmmm," Peter said examining the bodies. "That fat man could have been a fugitive. These two come in looking for a bounty and see his cooking fire. Only problem was the eagle saw the fire too. Howler swoops in looking for a kill and these two bounty hunters take the easy way out while the fugitive meets his karmic end. At least we know where the horse came from now."

"It looks like they're still alive," one of the other raiders noticed.

The group looked somewhat questioningly at Peter with that discovery. He was the doctor after all, shouldn't he have noticed that.

"Hey I didn't want to bring it up," Peter said thinking of a lie, "Because these two are on death's door. I can try and save them but I'm going to need a moment, load up the equipment you found and strip the jackets and such off the bodies."

The raiders worked quickly to get everything loaded as Peter thought about how to help them. He wasn't a doctor and he didn't have any medical equipment, but surely there was something he could do to at least give the impression that he was competent. If only they were androids, he'd just patch the coolant lines and stop the fluid leaks. Wait... couldn't he just work on them pretending they were androids.

Peter now had a plan, he wrapped his hand in one of the shirts they found and walked over to the burning car. The heat coming off the vehicle was intense and that's exactly what he wanted. With a quick 1,2,3 he reached in and grabbed anything loose. The shirt was smoldering when he pulled it out, but he found a bit of metal he could use. Wasting no time, because the metal was hot as hell, Peter went to work patching the men up. The scorching hot metal was a crude substitute for a welder, it worked fine though. The heat burnt the skin and stopped the bleeding. When the last leak was patched Peter threw the metal piece as far as he could and unwrapped his hand.

"FUCK!" he yelled pouring water from one of the canteens on his hand. "Man that was hot."

"Should we load them up?" one of the raiders asked.

"Well they've lost a lot of hydraulic fluid," Peter said examining the bodies. "We're probably too late to save them. Even if they do recover, I wouldn't want a couple bounty hunters with us. Drag them off into the ditch, the animals should ignore them. Its up to lady luck if these boys live now."

Peter tipped his hat the the fallen men as he led the horse back to his wagon. He could have sworn that the horse looked back at the express rider as they walked away. It was sad to the wasteland claim men so ruthlessly, but that was life.

(Remaining inventory from these men will be available soon for sale.)
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Peter McCullough SPECIAL: 4, 4, 4, 10, 10, 4 , 4, Level 3 HC

THE CURSE OF THE MUMMY

The spirits have taken an interest in you for all the wrong reasons! Unexpected challenges will come to you during your RPs but the rewards doled out will be much juicier. It is possible to live with such a curse, but if you would rather live curse free, you could simply sell the corpse and wash your hands of the whole situation.

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LonesomeDrifter23: Sometimes I think MBP is a being made entirely of satire.
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