Utterly Mad

Welcome to Ohio, or what's left of it... Mythical creatures came to life, ghosts turned out to be true, gangs of cannibals, racists, and psychopaths. But they're still good people left in this world, like the plague doctors, they are a group of doctors that help everyone. They took over Fort Hayes, that is the trading hub of Ohio.


Everyone:
You wake up.

Nameless wonder:
You seem to be camped out at, what seems to be, a gas station. It seems that you havn't looted the building yet

Spoiler: Description of gas station (hover to show)

It seems to be one of those old fashioned family owned gas station with convenience store and mechanic.
Possible Loot:
Tools, junk food, road maps, gasoline, ammo, and civilian grade weapons.

Nameless wanderer:
You find:
(D10=7 d4=4)
A handful of shotgun shells
A handful of shotgun hulls
Two cans of "Golden Ribbon" baked beans
A bar of "Heavenly Delight" chocolate
A paper bag of "Lawful friends EEEVIL ROAST" brand coffee.
A Person "Ravager" Multitool

You walk to the door of the mechanic's area, it's locked, You pry it open.

You look around:
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A rusted wrench
5x handfuls of mechanical parts

Outside, there is an old wreck of a bus, down the road you see a sign.

Andrew:
You're home, outside you see a few houses and an apartment building.

Mr. ?:
It's mostly just an empty husk of a bus, but you find:
A few dirty rags
Some metal scraps, and
A rusted pipe.

Man dude, the guy:
The rags were on the pipe, the scraps were in a poorly made bag, it was falling apart, that made more rags. They're is a few blood stains that, at first, looked like rust. Someone was killed here.

Other then that, no 'philosophical meaning'.

no 'philosophical meaning'.

This saddens ?? greatly. Even his clown mask seems to frown. Which is strange, because clowns, or even clown masks are supposed to be happy. And because it's a mask.

?? looks at the sign he saw earlier, for something to cheer him up from the depressing lack-of-philosophical-meaning-behind-the-loot.

Rustling? Hissing? Must be a snake. A snake that wants revenge for his snake-friends that I killed to make my longcoat. Well, I WILL NOT BE OUTMATCHED! RUN TOWARDS THE HISS AND PREPARE TO CUT WHATEVER MADE THE NOISE INTO CHUNKS SMALL ENOUGH TO FIT INSIDE A SINGLE HAIR!

(Screw it, I have decided ?? will be kinda-crazy. The insanity goes well with his clown mask.)