Utterly Mad

[[Alright so new plan here because I really want to get on with this shit as much as you do. After you blow the fuck outta this fort, I'm immediately giving you guys a vague goal that you can completely ignore to fuck off to wherever you want. I wrote a huge goddamn world for you bitches to play in, and goddammit I'm going to see that through before this fucking week is up. Also battles are going to be scaled back, either I'm not good enough with big battles, I haven't figured out how to handle them properly; and to be honest, I always found small squad-based combat/battalion-sized combat to be more fun. There's less to keep up with, the enemies are normally more then just cannon-fodder like they are now, and I'm hoping to give you some enemies to actually loathe or love.]]

[[Basically, I want this battle done and over with because the GM-battle fatigue is starting to set in real fucking fast. From this I've taken away that I'll probably never run a wargame or 40k until I have some patience to keep up wit dis shit. NOW ON WITH THE UPDATE! And also because I feel like I'm spreading myself thin, I'll start railroading this bitch if there's not enough posts.]]

Boarding Party

Zaweri climbs up to the rusty metal bar window. With one good kick he absolutely decimates the pipe-made window, with the debris clutter below onto the floor inside. The entire group follows suite because the GM is tired of yer' shit and not posting anything, but oh we can- the GM ends this bitching right here. Anyway, you drop into a small platform that over looks a small portion of the working innards of the rolling fortress. The whole room is layered with a musty steam that slightly obscures your vision, on the 'ground floor' of the room is several butchered semi-truck cabs that have had their roofs and hoods butchered off. The roar of engines in here is almost deafening! Upon closer inspection of the cabs you can see barely clothes slaves working the cars, providing them with gasoline, spraying nitro into the vents, and keeping the engines cooled; they look starved and exhausted. Above the trucks is a cat walk that allows view over every car, with several slave drivers patrolling the walk, shooting any slave that stops working in the back of the head. And lining the walls of the 'engine room' are walkways that allow passage deeper into the fortress or into small rooms that most likely house supplies and basic quarters.

Just to the right of you is a small staircase to the walkways, and in front of you is a ladder that allows you to get onto the catwalk. The slave drivers haven't noticed you, and probably wouldn't be able to hear you either. Have fun.


Seba Co.

You leave your allies to their own devices, I mean you guys took on several suicide buggies with ease. These bitches can learn to man up or get the fuck outta life. The RV pulls away a bit from the fortress to allow Ivan to provide cover, but seeing as you're in a large scale battle with people exploding, getting maimed and gored on spikes and shit; it ain't going to be that easy. As you hear the clanging of footsteps and vehicles on the roof, you look up to see dirt-bike sized dents in the ceiling. You're being boarded!

Dagnabbit Derek

Before deciding to floor it, you realize that the ramp is suspended and has to be lowered in order for it to be rammed... and even then how the fuck do you ram a ramp? Like maybe if you went from behind and hit the underside of the ramp... fuck it, it doesn't matter. I just want this goddamned battle to be over with so we can get to the player-freedom induced fun! So because god fucking wills it to happen, as you rev up to ramming speed, the ramp lowers down with dozens of dirt biked mounted raiders ready to take off. Imagine their surprise when you're doomsday car comes rolling up the ramp, plowing through their number with ease. Blood splatters on your windshield along with a few eyeballs squished against the glass, delicious. You crash your way into your parking spot, between a raider styled RV and a few muscle cars with fuel tanks in the back.

Congrats, you're now on-board the fortress. Just riddle the place with bullets, I'll even give you some fucking Hotline Miami tunes to listen to while you write.

Carpenter Brut- Le Perv
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RYtVf0wvPpc
Broke Caravan: AKA, AJ doesn't break the fourth wall for you Vulnus, I know it sucks being alone with NPCs, but I'll make it worth it by making it more personal for your character.

You shimmy down the rope, the only light being the pale flicker of your flashlight (attached to a belt or something). Its weird not seeing your breath puffing out of your mouth, but it still feels colder the further you descend. Your footsteps echo up the elevator shaft in loud bangs, like someone trying to escape a vent, with the sounds of the creaking rope to sound in-between. You finally reach the bottom, past the elevator doors you shine your light to clear the darkness away. You see a small lobby, a busted computer monitor lays on its back with shards of glass surrounding it, a small rusted metal logo embedded into the floor with it being so deteriorated the letters aren't even legible, there's frozen dead plants sitting in between the chairs that are lined against the wall. You can smell copper and rot blowing in from the corridors in the back of the room.

Further past the small lobby area you can see offices with frosted glass, with some of the window-pane walls being shattered open. It seems safe enough.

Broke Caravan

You step into one of the many offices, large towering servers and hard-drives all sit like dormant monoliths, the tiles are coated in the decayed mush of decades old paper work, the desks have a fine layer of frozen moisture and dust covering their steely metal surfaces with the computers probably destroyed from the elements alone. You see that some of the drawers have been pulled out, some of them containing soda cans, pencils, and a few girly magazines with the title "Mathematical Curves" with the model on the front being nude except for a labcoat, and eyeglasses; posing suggestively with a ruler hanging on the bottom of their lip.

Your nose begins to run, with the icy cold liquid soaking into your bandages. You hear clanging from the elevator shaft, it seems that your crew might join you soon.

Broke Caravan

"Dammit, I'm too old for this shit, I should've stayed in the car! *huff*", you see Mordecai hop down onto the ruined elevator before hopping down into the lobby. "Man, mighty chilly down here, should've brought some OrangeSludge." he rubs his hands together and looks into some of the other offices. You hear more clanging coming from the elevator, much faster in pace then Mordecai's. "So you find anything "coolio" down here yet kiddo?" He asks from another office across from you. Josh hops into the lobby, "So Mummy you find any cool swag we can pawn off yet? Or is it no luck in the cubicles?", he steps into the lobby and starts to shudder. "Fuck its colder then a shark's tit in here!"

Broke Caravan

"Are they science magazines!? I've been wanting to finish reading about Dr. Aubrie's post-testing essay about how cybernetics could enhance the way we live and breathe!", like a giddy child on Christmas he comes jogging over to the magazines only to be disappointed. "If I had my testing kit, I could take some samples for research, but I left it in the car... damn." He then walks around the office you're in looking over the server towers. "You got it Tut, I won't yank your chain anymore." He says walking into one of the offices, you hear him grunting and cursing over a frozen door. After wandering around the lobby a bit you find a small red metal door marked "EMERGENCY EXIT/ENTRANCE: ONLY USE IN CASE OF EVACUATION OR RESCUE", you swear you can hear music or something coming from the other side of the door.

[[Simple STALKER, you're here to get swag to sell on the market for loads of dosh, where you can spend it all on Russian whores and vodka, along with little sausages with mustard. Maybe you'll have enough for a roadside picnic.]]

Broke Caravan

Radio Music
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yesyhQkYrQM
Past the door is a long narrow concrete hallway, and at the end is a small concrete room with a radio playing, sitting next to the radio is a skeleton resting in a metal folding chair. On the ground some spent 10mm casings, next to the leg of the chair and underneath the skeleton's right arm, a 10mm Pulse Pistol. The hallways is illuminated in hellish red emergency lighting, shocking how long the red luminescent bulbs last. You hear footsteps behind you, "Nice find. Maybe Jove's buddy wasn't a complete hack." You hear Mordecai behind you, "I actually managed to scrape off some of the residue off those magazines into this sandwich bag, you won't believe want geneticists will pay for this. Also I got a new server!"

Isaac walked over to the body and took the pistol, tucking it into a pocket of his jacket. "We'll see, though I think fate might be suggesting something with this choice of lighting." Isaac said, walking down the hallway with his SMG ready. "Let's hope bullets work on whatever might be down here, I'd hate to see what a grenade would do to this tunnel."

Broke Caravan

"Damn skippy, now lets get these limbs and get the Hell out of here. I'm started to get skived out."

You bust open the door to open up onto a small stair case, the ceiling collapsed, the stairs being nothing more then thin slabs of frosted concrete. Without the roof you can see that the lab you're about to enter is huge, large corridors stretching in all directions, busted cloning vats, electrified sludge slithers on the floor, the floor is nothing more then cave rock, and the ceiling is nothing but darkness. Parts of the floor are missing, like some giant monster clawed out a huge portion of it.

Down the stairs leads to the bottom floor, the cave floor, where you can already see several skeletons broken and contorted on the ground all piled together as if they were trying to climb up, until something got them. In the distance looms the ruined remains of the laboratory, with parts of the building have crumpled away revealing the interior. "Really spacious... oh look at those flickering little blobs of sludge, they probably have a bite to them."

(Basically the real laboratory is inside a cave, the laboratory looks like your average 4-story high office building. The first part of this little dungeon is a run to the laboratory, fighting, fleeing, or sneaking past muties. The second part is the lab itself, navigating a literal maze. And the third part is the boss, it'll be fun trust me.)

[[Deliverance Co. Update with the next post.]]

[[Yep. You said you were going to provide cover to your guys, so I had the driver pull away from the fort to allow a better view for shooting. But yes, the motorcycles are on the roof of the RV.]]