Utterly Mad

[[Sorry I kinda died... read all your posts. I'm trying to keep up with this, along with everything else. I've basically said fuck it to the lore thread, nothing will ever really be set in stone. Any lore text I write in the RP, I'll just copy paste into the Lore Thread, because I'm honestly tired of world building.]]

[[Also Hobocop and any other people, feel free to include other characters for yours. Honestly reading those bits between Seb and Skylar gives me a ton to work with in the long run. So don't feel bad if you want to "pause" the RP for some you know... RP. But as soon as the posts stop, after a certain time I'll just have to update.]]

Deliverance Co. Seba 3

With the grim reminder of how bad this world can get both being drug off, and walking away at the same time. You realize that you'll be doing more or less in just a few hours. The RV shakes as engineers hop in and out of the car, slamming on weapons like Brownings, gadgets like grappling hooks to tear armor away from cars, and piecing together metal sheets that can hardly be called "armor". Its almost time, some of the squad cars are already heading towards the north, where a wide-open plain of burned farmland awaits, with a huge band of raiders willing to kill and brutally tear apart anyone for the fertile land. Including their own.

The car ahead of you kicks up dust as it flies out of the gate, and the RV stops shaking as the Deliverance Co. engineers hop off the vehicle to prepare the next car for battle.

Seb: "Aye' Seb dere' you are. I got somefin special for yer' car!", the old Soviet armorer speaks as he pushes out a heavy-looking, green, wooden crate. "Its somefin' I cooked up myself, I wouldn't crack it open until after you're at the battle. Its a little something that involves melting, should chew through the smaller cars like a dog on a ham bone." He takes a moment and pats you on the back. "I know things seem touff. With the CO and all, but you have to realize that we're still technically fighting a war. It's against your own countrymen, and it maybe because I never really cared for the Americans, but do know I've killed my fair share of defectors back west."

He then slides a few cylinders of Bear ammo towards you. "But remember to find that one thing that keeps ya' human. Hold onto that, don't ever let that go." Before exiting the tent, he grabs a bright blue bottle of "Sketckiez Bottled Vodka" takes a long gulp and offers you some. "I already had the engineers install most of the goodies aboard your vehicle. Better not keep those savages up North a-waitin'!"


Broke Caravan

Jove: She looks at you unsurprised, "So you're the replacement? Well you seem to have your wits about you; Mordecai is an old fart that somehow still manages to make a straight line when... "exhuming" bodies or doing what a non-practicing surgeon would call, "surgery". Then you have Joshua, complete asshat that managed to become the leader of the group. Then finally you have Isaac whose most likely chasing after the pair, while Joshua doesn't care for him, and Mordecai doesn't mind him; I don't find him all that bad, he's quiet... and that's nice."


Isaac: You head up to see what looks like the owner of the establishment with his gun pointed at Joshua, Joshua is standing in the doorway of one of the better private rooms, and then you have Mordecai standing in the corner with what looks like a very angry "escort". "She tried to steal my wallet, of course I'm not going to pay!", Joshua shouts putting on his winter coat. "He's lying Rickie! HE SAID THAT I WASN'T GOOD ENOUGH FOR PAYMENT!" The escort shouts as she starts making certain gestures towards Josh that show her irritation even more. "W-what if he just payed half? That might work for the best, everyone gets payed and we can all move on with what we were doing. I'm pretty sure you're a lovely lady when you're in a better mood.", tried to calm the situation down to no avail.

Rickie then sticks the barrel of the gun straight into Josh's throat. "Either pay the lady or I give this room the 'scarlet' treatment.", Rickie threatens.