Utterly Mad

Gang's All Here

Turfcat- Starting Over


"Good evening American wasteland, its another post-apocalyptic day on the east coast. Gloomy as all hell, the sound of looters and raiders pillaging in the distance. I'm you host Anthony Gladden, your one stop shop for some badass music, tonight in the playlist we have Tufcat's Starting Over to set the mood. Followed by El Huervo's Rust. Keep it eighties!", says your monotone host as his voice fades out as the sounds of gentle synth music takes the spotlight. It was quiet out on the road, the skies dimming into darker greys as your trip home progressed.

It'd been a long time since you've actually been home, every time you'd get back the company would send you on another errand as soon as you'd reach the gates. But this time was different, your boss spoke of some larger trip that they're planning. In your position this sounds great, but in reality you wouldn't mind staying at home for the rest of your lives. The East Coast ain't what it used to be, gloomy skies, "burning" rain, and mutants roam the surface 24/7; not to mention all the people you gotta worry about, Remnants, raiders, looters, and just average people trying to scrape by (but you honestly think the Remnants are the worst of the bunch).

You flick on your headlights as the Sun enters it's slumber behind those distant mountains, all you can see is the road ahead, and the sleek bodies of scurrying Trogs trying to find their next meal.


Home

El Huervo- Rust


Rain gentle patters against the RV's thin plastic-like windows, in the distance through the trees and tall grasses is a faint haze of light standing boldly out through the spaces. Home. You drive through a thicket of grass, behind it, a secret dirt road that leads straight up to Hamshire's gate. You heard your grandparents saying that this was a road that was once used by the resistance to transport firearms to the borders, and further into the past to transport booze.

Your headlights illuminate the front gate, the gate is made out of two chain link fences reinforced with road signs and other pieces of scrap, over the gate is a small wooden sign that probably belonged to a restaurant (It reads: "Welcome to Hamshire, Medieval Dinning in the Modern Ages No we don't serve vegans". You honk your horn and two guards appear out of a small "guard post" made out of bits and pieces of a ice-cream truck. They unlock the gate and you drive into the town.

The town itself wasn't really that big all things given, but it was still a decent size, shit some towns you've been to don't even have beds or a private place to go. So as quaint as it was, it was still leaps and bounds ahead of the "competition". Near the entrance gate is a bunch of tents and 'dead' RVs that have been claimed by the Earth, the poorer folks of the town live here, and built along the entry road is a small biker bar that Mrs. Marget runs. Further into the town is 'main street' and the suburbs, various shops, brothels, bars, and hotels sit crowded in the center of town. And in the "outskirts" is the Deliverance Co. HQ, built inside of a Church of the Lord, and its 'checkpoint' being a schoolhouse; on the church grounds are hastily put together buildings acting as armories and barracks, where you'll have to report to later tonight.


The kid stands to his feet and walks over by the counter, "Are you guys going to drop me off? Or are you taking me in?"

Reminder: Your goal is to get the info promised from Mrs. Margret when you drop off her kid.

Zidia says "I'm with Seb on This 'un"

[[Just waiting on you guys. After you drop him off, there will be some character discussion, and then your first quest will begin. Its a good one trust me.]]

Drake goes back to praising the GCM, taking a small corner piece off and eating it as a sign of gratefulness for what the Giant Cheese Monster has gifted him with.

Spoiler: GCM is love, GCM is life. !!!NSFW!!! (hover to show)

>I was only 14 years old
 >I loved the Giant Cheese Monster so much, I had all the foodstuffs and ingredients
 >I pray to Giant Cheese Monster every night before bed, thanking him for the life and cheese I've been given
 >"GCM is love" I say; "GCM is life"
 >My fellow Deliverance Company workers hear me and call me a faggot
 >I know they were just jealous of my devotion for GCM
 >I called them cunts
 >They slap me and send me to go to sleep
 >I'm crying now, and my face hurts
 >I lay in bed and it's really cold
 >Suddenly, a warmth is moving towards me
 >It's the Giant Cheese Monster
 >I am so happy
 He whispers into my ear "This is my cheese."
 >He grabs me with his powerful cheese hands and puts me down onto my hands and knees
 >I'm ready
 >I spread my ass-cheeks for Giant Cheese Monster
 >He penetrates my butt-hole
 >It hurts so much but I do it for Giant Cheese Monster
 >I can feel my butt tearing as my eyes start to water
 >I push against his force
 >I want to please Giant Cheese Monster
 >He roars in a mighty roar as he fills my butt with his cheesy love
 >My Deliverance Company coworkers
 >GCM looks them straight in the eyes and says "It's all over now."
 >GCM leaves through my window
 >GCM is love. GCM is life.

Bar of Broken Mutants

I know what you're thinking, "Really AJ? Sugar Ray?" But this ain't shitty Sugar Ray (depending on your definition of punk rock), this is Sugar Ray when it was punk music. That and I wanted an excuse to use some music from the Road Rash soundtrack. And a dirty biker bar seems perfect for one of their 'earlier' and much better songs.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gjb7UD7jPqM&list=PL6436D0A287991AA9&index=11



Irving and Seb with Mrs. Marget's son Mac in-toe. You walk past the few drunks relieving themselves on the pungent smelling entry walls. Inside was a crowded mad house of humans and animal mutants with no place to call their own, people sitting at tables eating pies and pretzels while chugging down beer, people in the corner of the building either in hushed whispers or making out. Almost everyone is dressed in some form of leather armor, which probably adds more to the horrid smell of sweat and cigarette smoke in the place. A drunken beagle-mutant stupidly stumbles through you guys as you enter the bar, falling flat on his face once he stepped off the bars porch. Mac instinctively dodges a bottle flung at him, "Really jackass that's how you greet your "favorite" waiter? Man I had a long day dammit!" He says at some tattooed biker dude who was ripped to the point his muscles had muscles, and everytime the man flexed it looked like his tattooed were flowing and moving. The man stands up from the table and puts Mac in a headlock and starts teasing him, "So where'd you find him this time Seb? With that damn dealer again," He looks at Mac, "Son I keep telling you that its nothing but a gateway drug, me and your mother are going to have a long talk about this with you." ((Hope you don't mind Hobocop, it seemed to fit the character you have going)) The man's name was Jared Margret, husband of Mary Margret, and the father of Mac Margret; the family of bikers are practically Seb's family at this point, with the only person not really liking Seb being their son.

Jared points to behind the bar with son still headlocked and tells the group the entered the building that his wife was in the back counting out what they made and brewing the next batch of her famous booze.


Meanwhile in the RV

Botnit- 1991


The radio lazily played its tunes while Zaweri tinkered around with his gun some more, hoping that something would finally click into place or that the recoil spring would fix itself. But after a little bit of tinkering he came to a final solution eliminate the jews *offensive humor* *offensive humor*, just going to the armory after they get what they needs and asking for a replacement part. You could probably exchange that bag of weed you got for something of higher quality and durability then your current recoil spring.

Zaweri thinks about it a bit, and stealthily grabs the bag of weed he had set on the table. He takes measurements of the old recoil spring.