Utterly Mad

[[Alright I'm going to fast forward to the next morning, clearly you guys are getting bored with the Soviet Weapon fetishism. (Hobocop I'm sorry I had to fast forward)]]

Fine, fine, we'll cut to the next scene you lazy buncha a-



Alright you feel time pass as you all pile into the RV and sleep the day away, the weaponsmith that mainly Hobocop talked to provided him with plenty of info and ammo on each gun. But in order to save time so you guys don't get bored, here it all is in short hand: [They don't jam] [Most of the AKs tend to overheat after prolonged fire] [The M4s are most accurate] [Mostly flavor text about lore about the war years ago, anyone who wants said lore just PM me and I'll write up a one-sided conversation from the weaponsmith telling you about these weapons]

You all awake to the sounds of Deliverance Company soldiers eating breakfast, getting weapons, and loading up their vehicles for today's raid on those damned raiders. Sun shines through the tattered RV curtains. You remember that you need to take out those bandits that lie outside the town first before heading north to the grand battle.


The Doctor [Jove Update]

The door swings open sending a mist of snow into clinic, in the doorway stands a man, medical mask on, blood stained apron, white surgical gloves, slicked black hair, and tired looking eyes. "Alright, come in, come in, take a seat on that couch by the fireplace and we'll begin. I think I got some tonic in the back freezer." The man leaves the door way and heads deeper into the clinic, you can hear his heavy footsteps thumping somewhere in the back followed by glass bottles and ice being moved about. Inside the clinic its quite quaint, to the right is a small fireplace room with a TV mounted over the fireplace, with some couches and rocking chairs. And to the left is a desk with an old Prabble II Computer that lights the desk in a sickly green glow, and behind the desk leads into what looks like a checkup room.

You hear the footsteps grow closer as he appears again holding a bottle of scotch with a glowing orange liquid swirling around in it, "Alright this'll solve whatever is going on around your balls, just take two swigs of this a day and it might clear up within a week or two, and also a piece of advice from me; stay the hell away from the Red House down the street this time. You can either pay right now or I can put it on your credit."