Utterly Mad

"Quit complaining and let's go, no sense wasting time down here." Isaac said, walking towards the Laboratory. He looked at the sludge and decided he probably shouldn't step in it anyway.

Whelp, I'm gonna be with Vulnus instead so he has an actual player to talk to instead of NPC's. No more Irving (Not like he did much anyhow.)

Name: Graham
Age: 35
Gender: Male
Race: Recovered Wendigo Mutant

Weapon: A lever action rifle (The one on the bottom minus the bayonet.)
Uniform: Desert Garb that shows very little skin Swiss rucksack
General Inventory: Small wooden box with assorted teas, a small cloth bag with dozens of packs of assorted flavors of gum (Except nicotine), a plastic box with a steak knife, a fork, and a spoon labeled "EAT-WARE", and two boxes of 45. rounds for his rifle.

Perks: Threatening presence
Traits: [Brutal] [Can't process Alcohol] [Carnivore] [Likes gum] [Brutal] [Can eat raw meat without repercussions, other then the taste ] [Strong] [Better sight in the dark]
Skills: [Unarmed: 2] [Guns: 3] [Melee: 3]

(I give my overachieving character detail bullshit seal of approval to this sheet.)

[[Its funny, I went back and read some of the old sheets. I feel immensely saddened by how many characters kinda just died right outside the gate, its a damn shame too. I would've loved to have seen Dusty or Perigrin's characters in action. Oh well life goes on.]]

Graham and the STALKERS

Camp Ambiance (LISTEN TO BOTH AT THE SAME TIME FOR THE FULL CAMP EXPERIENCE!)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0fYL_qiDYf0https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eQjUFp74PKI
Your leader lights up, takes a drag and blows smoke into the low-hanging ceiling of this concrete hellhole. Its been how many days down in this cave? All for what a few limbs and some Juicers (read as: Crystals that basically provide near infinite electricity) that might not even be there anymore. And the constant drilling of those doors is really starting to grade on everyone in the camp. "Guys! We have activity!", says Spotter on the floor above you. "There's about three of them, ones wrapped in bandages, another is an old fart, and the last is some pretty-boy douchebag." Your leader takes another hit of his cigarette, "Let them get closer, if they start proving themselves to be a threat I'll tell Dimitri to start taking potshots at them as a warning." Spotter nods, and goes back to watching your uninvited guests.

You're currently sitting in a small camp that is made inside of an old security checkpoint, to the right of you are the large metal vault doors that are currently being drilled through, to your left is rows and rows of makeshift tents that are held up by office desks and chairs; some of the tents even have cardboard signs hanging right next to them, you read: "Fort Kickass" "Fort Dimitri, the best fort" "Sausage's Stash" and finally "Fort Fort". In front of you is a burning barrel fire that's giving off plenty of heat, enough to warm the entire checkpoint. In your lap is a small metal plate with some half-eaten sausages with mustard on them, and some crispy strips of bacon sitting on the side. Newt sits beside you in his lawn chair strumming away at his guitar.

Broke Caravan

Cave Ambiance
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l2T_fer1mfI
You and your buddies slide down the ruined staircase, landing on the skeletons, they disintegrate into dust as you hit them! Your footsteps echo throughout the cave as you all begin your approach towards the laboratory, taking care not to step in the electric ooze. Taking at least three footsteps forward you hear something wet and squishy behind you, you turn to see the ooze rising up, towering a good two-feet above you. "H-HOLY SHIT!", Joshua blurts out as he draws his weapon only for it to be zapped out of his hand by a stray bolt that streaks across the membrane-like surface on the ooze. "They're sentient blobs!", Mordecai starts to backpedal from the looming blob of electricity.

You see that in the center of the blob's mass some gore-y mesh of brain and heart, electricity sparks off the core each time it beats!

Boarding Party

Chalk, almost as if you could see the probabilities in your head. You fire off two shots against one of the six slave drivers, the tear into his skull, scrambling his brains into a bloody mess as they pass. He collapses dead onto the catwalk, dropping his rifle in the process. Due to how loud it is in the room, no one heard this.

Zaweri, you pull the lever back on your XM8 and begin to rip into these slave assholes. The bullets sprays across the room, pinging off of metal bits, hitting some of the wires causing the catwalk to collapse in on itself causing several slavers to clumsily fall underneath the truck's wheels. But unfortunately some of your stray bullets did catch some of the slaves in vital places. But hey, every slaver is dead and you used up half of your XM8's ammunition.

Derek admires the carnage for a moment then goes to the back of the truck, hopping on the turret. He shoots at any nearby raiders and the tires of nearby vehicles, the sound of the 45-70 Gov't "Buffalo" cartridge rips through the air, sounding incredibly loud in the garage.

Isaac fires into the closest blob, aiming for the bits inside of it "Look at the damn things, see those little organ like things? Shoot 'em!"

Okay,one thing. What is going on with Ivan? Because I made him be ready for the motorbike things on the top of the RV and i dont know what to do now.

[[Alright I know I said The Highway was back a few days ago, but I was exhausted. I finally got a full night's rest, watched Walking Dead and played SS13 to rekindle my bloodlust, and read The Lusty Argonian Maid (with pictures) to rekindle my lust for lizard babes. So instead of recording SS13 and crying into my sheets because I'm a lonely 2D Spessman, I'll instead write The Highway, then record SS13, and then fold my sheets into a huggable mass to try and pretend I have someone else in my life besides r34 and my right hand.]]

[[Until the update which will be in a few hours, I'll see you around.]]