Utterly Mad

[[Alright you're going to head west, for the sake of convince you'll find a road.]]

[Wait. So where is Ivan? In Missisipi or is he home? And if we are saying a direction...]
Let's go west!

[[I stated in the intro you live in Mississippi, everyone except your crew (The Players) went home, all I needed was a vague direction to write an update for.]]

Deliverance Co. Finally Sweet Jesus we can really start this crap.

You all hop in your vehicles and totally abandon your orders. Deciding that getting to California would be the better deal and that some other goons can go deal with shit in New York. Heading off west you drive through burnt cornfields and ruined shacks that were pillaged a few days ago, what's especially shocking is that there's smoke still pouring out of these.

After a bit of driving you finally come across a road that points you in the direction you wish to head, west!

[[For travel I'll do a "tick" system, every turn it'll be five "ticks" (each tick basically equates to 10 minutes), these ticks can be uneventful boring driving, or it can be a random encounter with enemies, a hook for a quest, or something stupid. Or if you're lucky a place to scavenge. For the sake of my patience and your sanity, I'll have looting be a checklist of shit, if there's notable rooms I'll describe them, but I'm not taking the time anymore to describe Quickie Marts that have broken Slurpee Machines in the back.]]

[[Oh and for those wondering: Food will basically be fuel for your characters, as well as the thing that helps you recover health without medkits. Medicine is obvious. You need fuel to keep the RV moving. Storage will be how much more shit you can carry. I'm not keeping track of ammo because this will be more of a narrative then a mechanic thing.]]

You Travel: West!

-Nothing of interest
-You come across an abandoned gas station with nothing inside it
-You pass by a car wreck with some skeletons inside, you think there might be loot in the trunk! [I decide the loot from now on, you're not going to find a 50.Cal in the trunk, if you try to "spawn" loot in I'll have the trunk be armed with a bomb that I can guarantee will take off one of your arms.]
-The road up ahead looks overgrown with grass and other plant life.
-Nothing of interest

The RV
Food: 75/100
Meds: 5
Fuel: 17.5 Units

Storage: [5/???]
-{All yer' shit you brought} [5 spaces]

Derek's Car
Food: Some moldy fast food
Meds: 2
Fuel: 20 Units

Storage: [5/20]
-{Pile of Guns} [5 spaces]

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Broke Caravan and The STALKERS

The Leader comes out from his tent, "I hope you're enjoying your meals. But I have something to tell you all!" The Leader sounds excited, "Bernie and his friend just contacted me, they said they found a way to open this vault," He walks over banging on the steel metal doors. "But the problem is, is that they're trapped down there and the only way to open the doors is by using some control panel on the other side of this "lobby" they described. Bunch of mutants, and some weird shit is going on down there. Bernie told me that the other guy with them got torn apart by the air or something."

The Cook looks up after scooping another bowl, "An anomaly maybe?" The Leader looks at the cook shaking his head, "No, he said is was more "calculated" like whatever ripped him apart was finding a soft spot underneath his armor. It wasn't like being thrown into a giant fan. So before there are anymore questions, yes, we're going down there tonight. So finish your meals, stash your valuables, and I'll leave two of you on watch. Spotter and... you!" He points to some random STALKER sitting on a barrel. Spotter and the STALKER nod and finish their meals.

Once you're done eating (RP'ing) you'll head down into the bowels of the facility with the rest of the STALKERS.

Mordecai and Joshua finish their meals quickly, Joshua immediately grabs his gear and prepares himself for whatever awaits down in the labs. Mordecai however comes over to Isaac, "Isaac, why'd you hide your face? Is it a mutant thing or something else?"