Author Topic: The Highway [Only took 18 years] (Read 28733 times)

Wheel-Son · « **Reply #225 on:** July 27, 2015, 11:38:00 pm »

"I got 'em, don't leave me behind." Irving says heading to the cripple. "Why hello... You're coming with me." he says dragging him to the RV. He heads into the bedroom and props the cripple on the bed. He un-loads all but one of the rounds in the Mataba, "Hope you enjoy a certain game called... Russian Roulette." He spins the cylinder of the revolver, he points the barrel of the revolver to the Cripple. "Who are your group? Do you have stashes? If you refuse to tell me the one in six chance will lower until your brains are all over the walls."

ajwilli1 · « **Reply #226 on:** July 28, 2015, 12:11:51 am »

[[Dude I never even hinted at a stash, because there is none, like these guys ditched some military bunker and started unleashing Hell. But I'll play along.]]

"You know the one who loads the gun takes the first shot right? Invaded by Russians and yet half you dipsharts can't even play their games right.", He chuckles as you stick the barrel into his forehead. "Listen kiddo, its real cute what you're doing. But I'd stop. Killing a Navy Seal is bad for your karma you know." Shifting around his wounded leg, he then sighs, looks out the window and then looks at you with the smuggest fucking grin that could ever be portrayed.

"I'm apart of the US Navy, Navy Seal Team 6, just like my father and my father before me. Stashes? Used to before we started shaving, grass and oil makes facial hair flammable okay. Listen, I was never a boyscout, couldn't. Mainly due to the Apocalypse happening you know, so I stayed in my bunker, ate my hash, and loved my family until the assholes booted me out for "misconduct". And I'd love to give you the exact location of the last bastion of unirradiated humans, but its been two decades and a lot more important shit has pushed that out." Satisfied with his answer, he leans on the bed board.

Wheel-Son · « **Reply #227 on:** July 28, 2015, 01:15:57 am »

"Hm... Alright, I don't give a flying $hit about my karma. I kill and torture for a living for fuks sake, now, you made me angry, which arm do you like the most." Irving says, drawing his butcher's cleaver.

LionSiege · « **Reply #228 on:** July 28, 2015, 05:01:19 am »

Ivan momentaly gets into the room,screaming ''NOOOO!DONT KILL HIM!Killing a Navy Seal is really fúckin bad for your karma.~~reddit will downvote you to hell~~YOU SHOULD JUST ASK HIM QUESTIONS,AND IF HE DOESNT ANSWER,YOU CUT ONE OF HIS FINGERS OF!''

Hobocop · « **Reply #229 on:** July 28, 2015, 05:14:30 am »

Seb slowly gets to his feet as the sounds of gunfire ceased, about to dust off his attire but caught himself when he realized how bloody his claws were. Scrambling about, he rakes them through the tall grasses to clean most of the blood off, oblivious to the blood on muzzle and clothing. Shaking his head to clear the fog from his mind, he looked about, seeing Irving drag the would-be actor into the confines of the RV along with the corpse of his own unfortunate victim.

Reluctantly, he dragged the body into the grass and flipped it over facedown so...nobody else would have to see that mess. Checking to make sure he still had his flask and snatching up his dagger, he entered the RV, hearing Irving finish his interrogation and caught him pulling out a nasty looking cleaver. He gently pressed his clawtips against his own skull, exasperated, and barked a question.

"What do you think you're doing?" he says, allowing a growl to punctuate his statement.

Wheel-Son · « **Reply #230 on:** July 28, 2015, 06:18:29 am »

"My job. He's not gonna say anything worthwhile I'm gonna take what makes him a soldier, his hands." Irving says. "He pissed me off, I give zero fuks about my karma. But, I wanted to use this." Irving says gesturing to his cleaver. "Now, do you want to keep your hands? I'll give you a choice, Tell me what I want to know now and I'll just throw you out with all your belongings, or you tell me what I want to know and I keep your hands." he says to the SEAL.

LionSiege · « **Reply #231 on:** July 28, 2015, 12:01:23 pm »

Kay dude,but prepare bandages,so he doesnt die from bloodflow or whatever - I forgot the name.

ajwilli1 · « **Reply #232 on:** July 28, 2015, 06:31:25 pm »

"Doesn't really seem like there's much choice in that, but since you seem slow I'll cut you some slack. There is a stash, not ours, but its a treasure trove of the old world. A laboratory, filled with all sorts of shiny shit. People don't go near it since they think its haunted, gravitational anomalies to "simple" folk seem like vengeful spirits. But I know a way to get through the 'gravitational field', there's a garage door that's been left wide open, but no one knows its location or how to get to it.", He then cuts himself short.

"Listen I know your type, even wolf-boy's over there. You play nice guy with the merc company, acting as "lawmen" until you finally get your hands on someone you can kill. Then you turn into the rest of us in a flash. So I'll cut you a deal, you bring me back to your town or whatever, you let the locales do whatever they want with me. And I'll give you the directions.

guest48 · « **Reply #233 on:** July 28, 2015, 06:44:31 pm »

Amy finally gets back down into the RV again, only to notice that who's-his-face had decided to interrogate someone. Hooo boy. "Okay, so what are you hoping to accomplish here? Like, probably missing something with the whole 'being on the roof' thing, but it looks like we have a stupid idea." She mentions, guesturing towards the general area of whatever the fûck.

RedVulnus · « **Reply #234 on:** July 29, 2015, 02:07:42 am »

Spoiler: IDK if your still accepting players but here's a sheet if you are. (hover to show)

Super Level Furaotic · « **Reply #235 on:** July 29, 2015, 03:06:07 am »

Jove shook his head. "Sorry. I'm not a contract killer and I'm not going to trick people to steal their organs. Or whatever I have to do to get organs out in a time like this..." Jove shook his head and looked as his metallic hands. He felt empty there. "...but if someone in the caravan could rip those out for me. Maybe if we took out a group of raiders or something on the way." Jove shivered a little, though he couldn't tell if it was from a draft of bitter weather from outside that caused him to rattle from the bone. This felt and sounded all too familiar. He wondered if someone else had this conversation before. "And we had a doctor who could pull them out, I could 'Subdue'. But I'm not doing any of the dirty work. Those are my conditions." Jove believed in compromise, but was strong in whatever weak morals he had left.

ajwilli1 · « **Reply #236 on:** July 29, 2015, 01:29:57 pm »

Quote from: Vulnus on July 29, 2015, 02:07:42 am

Spoiler: IDK if your still accepting players but here's a sheet if you are. (hover to show)
Name: Isaac Kalashnikov
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Race: [Mutant Lizard] His features are perfectly human saving his distinct lack of hair and ears, dark green and blue scales, and cold blood.

Weapon: [Stove Pipe Grenade launcher] [Make shift SMG] [Pipe pistol] [can grenadex5]
Uniform: [stove plate chestpiece] [head bandages] [hand bandages] [pants] [leather boots] [long sleeved canvas shirt] [hand made heavy leather duster] [pair of glasses]
General Inventory: [cured beefx10] [canteen full] [empty bullet casingsx20]

Perks: [Born To Rig: Increases chance of success when jerry-rigging items or repairs] [Master of Improvised weapons: Bonus to making and using improvised weapons]
Traits: [cold blooded] [near sighted]
Skills: [guns 2] [repair 2] [jerry rigging 3]
Backstory: Normally reclusive in life style Isaac generally avoids contact with most people. His father and mother died when he was twenty and he gave them a proper burial. Upon finding himself in an odd situation at the age of 24 he adopted the bandages he now wears as a form of improvised disguise that has appeared to work for him.

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Went light on certain details since IDK if mutants are actively hunted or anything. Either way I tried to make a character who's different from the current members of the group, hope I succeeded.

Welcome to the club so I'm going to ask real quick:

Do you want to be with the main Group, or do you want to be in the Caravan that Jove is going to join with?

Also as for mutants, I'm going to explain them in the lore update I'll eventually get out. There's three main types of mutants:

Anthros (AKA: the ones you play as): Are basically another race of humans, met with the same kinda racism, hatred, or unconditional love like any other race in the world.

Ferals: Which are humans and animals that have formed and mutated beyond the point of being recognizable, they live to eat, breed, and die. Most, if not all of them are basically hostile.

Ascended: I'll go into more detail when you discover one, but think Lovecraftian Old Ones.

RedVulnus · « **Reply #237 on:** July 29, 2015, 01:32:24 pm »

Uh, I guess I'll join Jove's caravan.

ajwilli1 · « **Reply #238 on:** July 29, 2015, 01:34:07 pm »

Quote from: Vulnus on July 29, 2015, 01:32:24 pm

Uh, I guess I'll join Jove's caravan.

Eggscellent. I'll get the update out in a jiffy.

Hobocop · « **Reply #239 on:** July 29, 2015, 02:15:26 pm »

Seb stepped forward, pushing away Irving's weapon arm.

"Can kill and should kill are two different things. More bloodshed today than I'd like."

He paused, about to say something more, only then realizing what a mess he looked and sighs, his brow furrowed in frustration. He turned to Irving and addressed him directly.

"We're taking him back. Going to get him patched up and get intel on the location of this cache. I'm not tolerating wanton mutilation on my watch. One thing for it to be in the heat of combat, but not here."

He walked away, going outside for a moment to retrieve the RPK he left in the grass. When he returned, he says,

"Someone else drive. I'll watch the prisoner, and I've got to get cleaned up anyway."

The wolf mutant took a seat in the center cabin, scrubbing down his muzzle a damp washcloth, lost in thought. He hasn't had an episode like that in ages. Not since he got a regular supply of bloodweed. He puzzled over it as they traveled back to base, fearful of what this could mean.

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Author Topic: The Highway [Only took 18 years] (Read 28733 times)

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