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#Post#: 2469--------------------------------------------------
Old World Problems (RP)
DIR By: Aussie Boy
Date: December 22, 2011, 9:40 pm
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Aussie Boy - Daryl Lewis
Ayngel - Eva
Gangstarr4 - Nikolai MaKiaVelli
OGluke - Jackie Edge
Wetbizket - Ted Barrett
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Character Info
Name: Daryl Lewis
Age: 23
Description: 6ft 1, average size, medium length curly/wavy hair,
full beard. Deep raspy voice.
Backstory: Born in a small colony in the ruins of Sydney. Half
aboriginal and half white. Was taught tracking skills. Was
captured by Slavers at 8 years old. He was sold, used, sold back
continually until he was in the ruins of the USA. He escaped
when he was 19 with a pistol, a slavers clothes and the keys to
a slaver truck.
Job: Mercenary
Personality: A simple man, with a heart of gold in a complicated
land
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Name: Eva
Age:27
Description: Red hair and emerald green eyes, petite hour glass
figure, and delicate features –Many underestimate her due to her
looks and are unaware of her intelligence and strength.
Backstory: Eva is a strong independent woman and has become set
in her ways, very much loner who is on a quest to find her
family (mother, father and little sister) who disappeared when
their small colony was ambushed 8 months ago.
Job: Before the ambush Eva was a Nurse, working in a small make
shift Hospital caring for the people in their community and the
occasional injured/sick passersby.
Personality: Has become very thick skinned over the 8 months her
family have been missing, the only thing she thinks about is
finding them.. Underneath she has a charming personality and is
a very caring woman with a witty sense of humour.
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Character Info
Name: Nikolai MaKiaVelli
Age: 25
Description: Dark Past, Dark History. Hard to follow... Hard To
Find.. A walking Jack The Ripper.. For The Apocalypse. Wether he
is Good or Evil, nobody is sure. Joined forces with Mercenary
group called "Dragon's Egde" . Survived the epic space explosion
of way back then . Wanted for developing tth first Atom Bomb out
of scrap inside a radio .
Backstory: Unknown
Job: Whatever brings home the bacon. Mercenary/ Black Market
Dealer
Personality: Temper.. Secret Ragee.. Kind.. Malicous..
Secretive...
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Character Info
Name: Jackie Edge
Age: unknown
Description: average looks, black hair and brown eyes.
Clothing: dark blue jeans, black duster, worn cowboy hat and
facebandana
Backstory: A lone wolf that only hunts when its neccesary for
survival.
Job: Bounty Hunter
Personality: Can be stubborn and frightning at times, although
he means well with mysterious generosity.
Objective: Earn keep in a world that has no happy ending
Equipment: twin revolvers and cattle rope
Transportation: A horse named pecan
Motto "pick yourself a hole and i'll do you the kindness of
burying you in it"
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Character Info
Name: Ted Barrett A.K.A (Indian because of the brand of
motorcycle he rides)
Age: 31 yeers owld
Description: Average height, Wears Aviator glasses, Slicked back
hair, beard.
Backstory: Indian owns a small bar thats placed in the middle of
nowhere called the "The Boxcar Bar/grille" because of the old
railroad that runs by it.
The bar is open to travelers and everyone, the bar is on the
first floor and in the basement is a recreation room and a
couple of bedrooms for rent.
Indian runs with a small time gang called "The Strange Boys"
their not a real gang they are just a group that is a around to
fend off any raiders attacking nearby towns.
Job: owner of the Boxcar bar and grille
Personality: relaxed, Cocky, can be serious at times
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Vehicle
Inventory.
-Weapons
-Supplies
-Food
Objective
Condition
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Start writing as you please people.
#Post#: 2472--------------------------------------------------
Re: Old World Problems (RP)
DIR By: Aussie Boy
Date: December 23, 2011, 1:40 am
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Chapter 1: Wanted
I stepped on the brakes and my 1970 V8 Challenger slid to
complete stop, I grabbed my jimmy bar and revolver and walked
over to the boarded up door and examined it. This was easy, get
the door open grab a recipe and get it back to my employer, he
pays me and we go our separate ways. I heard panting and turned
around. "Ram Jam back in the car" I ordered. My dog ran back to
the car and got in, he sat in my seat and watched me. I tore
each plank off easily and then smashed the door handle and
pushed it open. I walked to a table in the middle of the room
and looked directly at the recipe for Moonshine.
I grabbed it and then so did another hand, I looked up there was
a face I knew all to well. "Jamal" I snarled. He smiled politely
at me. "I have you now" He said confidently, I scanned the room
quickly and about 8 men, all familiar to me circled the room.
"Why do you keep bothering me, why not go and ruin someone
else's life?" I asked annoyed.
"Because no-one else is worth as much as you: A half-black man,
smart, strong and can track anybody, someone who can fix guns
and cars and can read and write... You sir are worth a lot, I
guess taking the young ones really pay's off huh?" Jamal said
and then chuckled.
"My only question is, how did a young 'Australian Wastelander'
end up here in the good ol' USA" He said now grinning
sinisterly.
I looked straight ahead, hardly even acknowledging that anybody
was there. "You know the answer to that" I said in an angry
tone.
"Ah yes the buy - teach - sell trade, I remember when you were
only a young tike, when I killed your family and took you, I
sold you and moved here to start my slave empire and you, well
people brought you, taught you a skill and sold you on for a
profit" Jamal explained to me what I had been through.
"Then once again we meet, but your an intelligent young man by
these time and well a couple years later, you break out kill 3
of my men, murder my wife and escape into the wasteland... Then
you continue by killing all 11 men I sent after you over the
years" Jamal explained now staring at me with a blank look.
"I will kill you right now, if you don't come back with us"
Jamal threatened.
"No Jamal, you won't kill me, I'm gonna walk out that door
untouched" I said confidently.
"What makes you so sure I won't kill you" He said, bringing a
knife up to my neck.
"You said it yourself, I'm worth to much to you, you have to be
able to pay for the 15 corpses I left for you" I grinned.
"You know you are smarter than you look, but not smart enough to
keep yourself from getting caught in a trap" Jamal said then
tried to put me in a head lock. I slipped out and brought my
revolver up as I ran to the door, A thrust of a bat took it out
of my hand. I ran to the door. "Aim for the limbs" Jamal
shouted.
I was grabbed by Jamal's right hand man, Stormy, he threw my
against the wall and drew two knifes, place one at either end of
my mouth and cut up my checks. I happened in under a second, but
Itr felt like a minute. With blood pouring out of my sliced
cheeks I headbutted Stormy and ran out the door, stabbing one of
the slavers with my knife as I swung out the door.
I ran to my car and jumped in, I started it and took of as
Stormy grabbed the handle, he fell over and got dragged along by
the handle, he let go and slid along the road violently. I speed
down the road and turned around and come screaming back past,
the V8 pumping the juice through it.
I sped along the old road, leaving the ground some points
because of the road, Jamal and his men were behind me on their
bikes and the pick up truck with a cage on the back. I herd a
shot, and I lost power and the car became very hard to steer.
The back window shattered a bullet pieced the front wind screen.
I herd Jamal abuse his men.
I felt the other back tire go and I lost a lot of power, then I
was rammed by the pick up, I lost control and drove sideways off
the bank the road was on, we landed upside down and rolled over
twice. I blinked a few times. The world was spinning. I could
taste my own blood. I smelt smoke.
I came too and looked at Ram Jam, he was dead on the roof next
to me. I put my hand over his eyes and closed them. A tear
rolled down my cheek. I couldn't mourn my lost companion, I had
to get out there. I grabbed his collar from him and tried to get
out.
I tried to crawl out, but I was caught on something, I looked at
my leg to see what it was, a long sharp piece of steel was
through thigh; I was getting hot so I pulled it out and dragged
myself from the car covered in blood and not completely with it.
I got behind a near by rock and waited, as Jamal came to the
edge of the road and looked as the car burned.I had the urge to
rush him with my knife and cut out his throat for killing Ram
Jam. Then the car exploded into a massive fireball, incinerating
everything in and around it.
"Fuck!!" I herd him shout. I stayed silent until they had all
gone, at which point I got up from behind the rock and limped up
the bank and stood on the side of the road and looked either
way. I shrugged and started walking north, hopefully someone
would give me a ride.
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Vehicle: Burned to the ground
Objective: Get help
Condition: Badly wounded
Weapons -
-Hunting Knife
Inventory -
-Compass
-Dog Collar
-Match box
-3 Cigarettes
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Edited, I wanted to have the dog, but I wanted my character to
hate them more than he already does.
#Post#: 2480--------------------------------------------------
Re: Old World Problems (RP)
DIR By: Gangstarr4
Date: December 23, 2011, 12:31 pm
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Chapter I: Part 2: The Run
I sat alone in the arid desert just waiting for a sign of life
to pass by when suddenly it did. A man on a Apache Jeep came
cruising by. I stood in the middle of the road to see if the car
would stop but it kept going. I still stood there as the car
seemed to increase speed. The driver was about to hit me it
would seem but managed to stop right in front of me.
" I walked around to the driver's side and looked at the guy
driving, with one foot on the jeep and my hand on the egdes of
it. " You wanna tell me why you didn't stop the first time
buddy? " I remarked. "Well.. " He started, "No Stop right
there, You don't know do you? Whats your name. " I demanded.
He started for the pedal, but I wasn't about to ruin the
oppurtunity of getting a free ride into town. "Please" I asked
gently, "Let me get a ride into Vegas". "Alright, I Guess so. "
He responded. I walked around to the passenger side with a
revolver in my hand and fired three shots at him.
" You stupid fuck. " I kicked his body off to the side of the
road. His mother should of taught him about the dangers of
strangers. I got inside the jeep, and before I started it up I
looked at his CD catalog. All garbage except for two So I threw
them out. A little nifty bobble head of a dinosaur on the
dashboard and was ready to set the trip. "
With just one box of cigarettes left I knew I wasn't going
to make it far. The gps was blanking out so my best bet was to
keep straight until I see alot of bandits and then I'll know i'm
in the right area.
As long as those governmental guys are after my goodies in a
box I'll never complete my mission.
#Post#: 2557--------------------------------------------------
Re: Old World Problems (RP)
DIR By: Aussie Boy
Date: December 26, 2011, 11:55 am
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Chapter 2: Setting Up Again
I limped along the road, most of my wounds had stopped bleeding
because my blood had dried on them, it was hot and I had nothing
to drink. I heard the sound of a rumbling motor behind me. I
turned around and waved with my better arm, the car stopped
beside me, I looked inside.
"Get in friend" he said welcoming me. I got in and sat back in
the seat keeping my had near my knife, he stepped on the
throttle and car jerk forward and gained speed quickly. "What
happened" He said not taking his eyes of the road. "It's a long
story mate" I said not wanting to talk about it because every
time I do my mouth and cheeks hurt.
"Judging by the Glasgow Smile, you're an escaped slave who got
away again before they could take you in" The driver said.
I looked over at him and nodded and then brought my head back
and planted it in the soft leather seat.
"Where are you going?" He asked.
"The first doctor on the way to where ever you're going" I said
briefly. "Alright" He said.
We cruised along the old road for a while, before we left the
road and traveled along a dirt road through the forest as it got
thinner and thinner until we came onto a sand road. We speed
along quickly, leaving a massive dust cloud behind us. He came
upon and old steel structure with a fence around it and a lot of
places built in and around the structure and the walkways and
support buildings around it. He pulled up in the center of town.
I climbed out and stuck my bloody palm up as he drove away just
to do a little wave, he sped out the other side of town, I
started limping towards a place that had a sign above it saying
Clinic. "Give me all you're caps" A kid shouted holding a switch
blade pointing to my chest. I looked at him, I was surprised.
"Okay" I said and reached into my pocket with my left hand and
brought out a clenched fist. He looked down at my hand and then
I decked him with right hand.
I stepped over a idiot laying in the dirt and hobbled into the
clinic and straight into the doctors surgery and sat down the
doctor looked at me and then started examining me. I removed my
shirt and pants and sat there in my undergarments. He was mostly
focused on my leg and cheeks.
I was in there for hours while he cleaned and stitched up my
wounds and while I was their I explained what happened, when I
finally got to leave he stopped me. "You owe me about 400 caps
boy" The doctor reminded me. I looked at him and gave him the
recipe, that I had collected earlier and for some reason had
hung onto.
He took it and looked it over, I slipped away quickly, limping
and in tattered clothes, I wondered over to a man sitting in an
old taxi, in the shade listening to music coming from the car.
"Give us a lift aye?" I said. "Okay" He yelled over his music, I
got in the backseat and relaxed as he started the car. "Where?"
He asked. "Just drive I'll give you directions as we go" I
ordered.
We traveled to an old mansion on a hill side overlooking a lake.
"Just wait here a few minutes" I said, the driver nodded and
turned off the car and went back to enjoying his music. I walked
into the old mansion and into a big room surrounded by windows.
The guy who employed me came to see who it was. He looked at me
and panicked.
I Rushed to him and grabbed him and slammed him against the wall
in one motion. "What did they offer you" I shouted. A look of
fear was planted on his face. "A sex slave" He admitted. I
Looked him directly in the eyes. "A sex slave? my best friends
sister became a sex slave when she was captured along with me,
she was fucking 8" I shouted. "Well this girl is 21" He
explained, trying to make everything better.
"That makes it okay?" I yelled and then stabbed him on the chest
and slammed him on the floor; i kicked him and he rolled onto
his back and I retrieved me knife from his chest and searched
the house, releasing the slave, taking a pack and about 2300
caps, and also a bed roll. I went outside and got back in the
taxi and traveled back to the town and went shopping at the
local merchant stores.
First I brought a pair of military boots and pants and I leaver
jacket with no sleeves and heavily armored chest and upper back
plates, I brought a hat and sunglasses, some new weapons and
some supplies. I brought myself a large steak with a side of
noodles and a beer at the saloon and went out to find myself a
vehicle.
As a strolled along the road I found a woman selling some things
from a small open shack with a armed robot watching over he
stuff, I looked at the assortment of vehicles and parts she had
and found one thing in my price range that would suit me.
A Juice (Methane/Irradiated Water) Converted Honda CR250 1985, a
gun holder on the front plate a costume made headlight on the
front and a slightly bigger seat for comfort. The woman came
over to me, I handed her all my caps without even saying a word.
"It's fueled up and ready to go" She said. I got on, kicked it
and it started, it smoked a little, I revved in, so it warmed up
a little bit and with a cloud of smoke I took off out of the
town.
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Vehicle: CR250 Motorcycle
Objective: Find a new place to start work
Condition: Patched up but fragile
Weapons -
-Semi Auto Rifle 20/260
-Hunting Knife
-Revolver 6/66
Inventory - (On/In backpack)
-Sawed Off Shotgun 2/22 ..... -Crossbow 1/10
-Tomahawk ..... -Water bottle
-2 match boxes ..... -Dynamite x3
-Whiskey ..... -2 Apples
-Jimmy Bar .... -Wrench
#Post#: 2818--------------------------------------------------
Re: Old World Problems (RP)
DIR By: Aussie Boy
Date: January 3, 2012, 3:36 am
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Hey Guys since no one is writing I'm just gonna keep going and
maybe you guys will get a way to start your characters off, from
my ideas. Maybe.
Chapter 3: Traveling
I cruised along the road, occasionally taking my hands of the
handlebars to stretch them, trying to avoid cramps in my hands,
that make it very uncomfortable to ride, I stopped the bike near
a creek running near the road, it was getting late in the
afternoon and I do not ride during the night, it was okay when I
had my Challenger because it had the best lights caps could buy.
I got of the bike and rolled it over to a large rock that had a
small flat bit only thin but long and just wide enough for my
bedroll so I spread it out on this small ledge about 4ft of the
ground and took of my pack and left it next to my pillow and the
bike leaning against the rock at the foot of my bedroll.
I gathered up a few rocks and put some sticks and leaves I
gathered from the scrub in the middle of the rocks and put some
of the whiskey on the pile and some of the juice out of my tank
and left a lit match under the pile; it exploded into a fire in
a matter of seconds, I took the crossbow of my bag and walked
over to the creek and looked in it. Fish. I brought the crossbow
to the water and waited for a fish to swim past , I pulled the
trigger and missed it. I pulled the arrow out and tried to
again, getting one through the head. I pulled it out and walked
back to the fire.
I cut of the fish head and cut all the eatable meat of either
side and impaled them on a stick and slowly started cooking
them. I heard a rustle in the scrub, I looked around and then
saw a feral cat sizing me up, I took the crossbow and slowly but
quietly loaded it and then I pointed it at the cat. It was going
to attack me so I waited, it charged at me and received an arrow
to brain.
I dragged it over next to the fire and slit it's throat to make
sure it was dead, "Hello friend" I heard someone say, I quickly
raised my revolver at direction of the voice. Then I looked
harder as it was dark now, a group of travelers were walking
towards me, relax friend we're a traveling community we're
looking for somewhere to sleep tonight. I looked at them and
kept my gun raised; I stood up and scanned them over.
"Show me you're vehicles". I ordered.
"Okay" The same guy said, I walked over to the cars and the van
and looked over them and looked inside. "Okay bring you're
vehicles over to the fire, just remember, I sleep lightly and
keep a gun near my hands" I threatened.
I walked back over to where I was sleeping and sat down, my fish
was almost cooked now, they drove over and parked up and started
setting up beds and wall-less tents next to their vehicles. "You
have a doctor?" I asked after taking a bite out of the fish
straight of my arrow, then putting it back over the fire to cook
a little longer.
"Yeah but I work for a fee" She mentioned while unrolling her
bed next to a large medical pack and a footlocker.
"I've had these stitches in me for about 4 days now, get em out
and you can have that cat there, fresh killed and pretty big,
should feed all of you with that" I bargained.
"Deal" She said and brought her kit over to me and took the
stitches from my first and then from my leg and checked all the
other wounds and stuff. I had a scar on either cheek, I looked a
broken shard of mirror they were carrying. I didn't look pretty
but I looked tough and it kinda of suited me. I finished my fish
and had a few shots of whiskey and went to sleep.
I woke up and I could see a bit of light coming from the east, I
got up and stretched and pack all my stuff up and got the bike
ready, I pushed it away from the camp and started it, I sat on
the side of the road and revved it for a little bit, getting the
motor warm and then I rode off, heading along the dirt where the
road once was through the scrub and thin forest until I came to
a hill looking over a massive plain of desert.
I rode down the hill dodging the old rusted out cars and trucks,
I hit a small crater in the road and flew through the air, I
panicked and landed awkwardly and almost crashed. I wasn't
expecting that happen and it was worse, because it kicked and
almost sent me over the handlebars. I came to the bottom of the
hill and hit a patch of soft dirt, I spun and went sideways for
a second before regathering and getting the bike straight. All
the weight on me and the bike isn't doing hanging onto this bike
any easier.
I traveled for a while until the sun arose across the wasteland
when I eventually came to a fork in the road, one had a sign
reading "Paz En El Hogar" The other had nothing but a set of
tracks running along side it, it seems like the tracks crossed
the road right where I was sitting, but had long been forgotten
because the wood was getting real dry and splintering and rails
were rusting.
I decided to avoid the town because it seemed like a lot of
hassle getting through armed like I was and because of the noise
that this bike produced. I followed the tracks for a ride
crossing many intersections and turning, I was following the
tracks, at some points along my journey I could see the town in
the distance, But I kept on following the tracks. Until these
single set of tracks linked up with another double line set. I
followed them until I came across a small sign of civilisation.
An old bar, a box car nearby with "Boxcar bar/grille" Painted on
it, I stopped and leaned the bike up against an old road sign
out front and looked around, a small group of travelers were
sitting on their assorted bikes smoking, they looked like a
cross between a bike marauders crossed with the Tribals gangs
that wonder around throwing spears and tomahawks at each other.
I looked at them closely. They had an Indian holding a bloody
machete on the back and a name running from the top left hand
corner to the bottom right hand corner. Roadhunters.
There's trouble I thought to myself, I walked inside the bar
even though there could be a lot of trouble with that gang. I
entered business wasn't booming but it was alright for this time
of the morning. I walked over to a table and sat down at it, the
way I was dressed and the hardware I was carrying the only way I
could make it more obvious I was a Mercenary, is if I painted it
on my chest. I hung around for a while until a pretty rugged
looking man came over and sat down.
"Sir are you a Mercenary?" He asked bluntly.
"Yes mate, I am what are you looking for" I asked really keen to
get back into work.
"Alright two jobs, first I need you to sneak into a house full
of those brute mutant things and retrieve a few items and then
blow the house up" He said.
"Brute mutants? Big as fuck but dumber than this wall" I asked
"Yeah, they overran the old manor I was living and brewing in,
now I supply this bar with some of what I make and sell rest in
that town over yonder" He explained.
"Okay I want 600 caps for it because those things are dangerous
and so is the demolition job" I said.
"Okay and I'll throw in a batch of my product for you to" He
promised and gave me a list of everything he wanted and where to
find it, one item was a pack of dynamite to blow up the house
with"
I walked out of the bar and back on my bike and started riding
to the location of the old manor, I rode for a while eventually
passing the the town and that's where I picked up a tail, they
followed me for a while, I realized who they were and pretended
not too, the Cartel had found me already. I rode along,
eventually coming across a dry river with some dead grass and
dead trees around it. I saw the old manor on the hill,
ironically called the Hillson Manor. I rested my bike under the
shade of an old dead tree and dropped my pack as well, taking
only my knife and crossbow.
I walked up to the huge manor and looked around, I looked inside
the window one of those big ugly fellows was inside. I ducked
away from the window and saw the dust from the Slavers coming up
the hill, I took my knife and walked around to the front door
and waited until they could see me, then I walked in and shut
the door behind me and hid as the sun was yet again going down,
10 men walked in the door.
I recognized Dead Flower, one of the men that were with Jamal
in our recent get-together and he was famous for torturing the
woman and teaching them how to be sex slaves. I recognized his
brother to, Treeance. The other 8 looked to be from the Guardian
Mercenary Company.
I knew they would come across the brute Mutants and while they
were fighting, I'd get what I need and blow up the house.
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Vehicle: CR250 Motorcycle [Hidden]
Objective: Retrieve listed Items
Condition: Good
Weapons -
-Hunting Knife
-Crossbow 1/10
Inventory - (On/In backpack) [Hidden]
-Sawed Off Shotgun 2/22 .....
-Tomahawk ..... -Water bottle
-2 match boxes ..... -Dynamite x3
-Whiskey ..... -2 Apples
-Jimmy Bar .... -Wrench
-Semi Auto Rifle 20/260 .... -Revolver 6/66
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Very quickly: the scars on my characters face look like those on
the actor Tommy Flanagan (Smokin Aces, Sons of Anarchy etc)
The Brute Mutants are slightly smaller, more human but deformed,
looking Super Mutants caused by a mix of chemicals and polluted
swamp water along with some other things.
I hope someone can use something in this story to get there's
going...
#Post#: 2838--------------------------------------------------
Re: Old World Problems (RP)
DIR By: Wetbizket
Date: January 3, 2012, 2:10 pm
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Chapter 1 "Peace At Home"
I tapped the old temperature thermometer with my ring finger and
shook my head "This has got to be broken, it read 60 degrees. I
walked out of the bar and left out the back door and was struck
by the hot humid desert air, the thermometer was defiantly
wrong. It felt like the sun was a yard away, but it was no big
deal for us that are from the desert, we are used to the heat.
Just then one of my close friends "Danny" came walking out with
a bottle of beer in his hand "Whow, I thought it was supposed to
be 60 degrees out here" He said jokingly as he lazily took a
seat on an old lawn chair.
I found an my old golf club and set up a gold ball on a Tee "
How much do you bet I can hit the 100 yard target to the left."
I said pointing to an old wooden sign out in the open land.
Danny raised his beer "Go for it" he said taking a drink out of
hit bottle.
I raised my club and swung whacking the golf ball threw the air,
I watch the ball go over the horizon and disappear into the
sunlight and fall back to the ground right in front of the old
target.
... "There ya go." Danny said raising his beer in the air.
I heard some motorcycle pulling up to the bar then some
chattering, so me and Danny curiously walked around to the front
of the bar, I dragged the golf club in the sand leaving a line
behind it.
I went around to see a small group of that Tribal biker gang the
"Road Hunters" That were at are bar earlier and another small
group of bikers that go by the name "Warriors On Wheels"
One of the Road Hunters was waving around an old Indian Tomahawk
while he argued with the group of Warriors.
... "You greasers think you own this land, but you are wrong, it
is really our Tribe that owns this land." The Road Hunter said
while being backup by the few other members of his gang.
... "No, no, no. Your Tribe used to own it, but now we run this
territory." The warrior said sarcastically as he folded his
arms.
... "Our family has lived in this Territory far longer than any
of you have, we have thrived off this lands resources and fought
many of wars and battles to keep this land safe." The Road
Hunter said still tightly gripping his Tomahawk.
The Warrior shook his head "All you natives have been doing is
killing all of the travelers and people that want to come to our
city."
The Road Hunter didn't hesitate to cut into the sentence "I bet
you do not even know how to pronounce the name of the city." He
yelled out.
... " Yeah we do, I bet you dont even know how to write." The
Warrior replied back.
... "You didnt answer my question, you don't know the name of
the city!" The Hunter said looking at his group as the
snickered.
... "Paz En El Hogar, peace at home." I said stepping forward
with my golf club resting over my shoulder.
The 2 groups stopped what they were doing and looked over at me
dumbfounded.
... "Its Spanish for Peace at home." I said with a grin on my
face.
... "Back off buddy, I knew that!" one of the Warriors rudely
said.
The Hunter held out his Indian war axe, the sun gleamed off of
its blade and shinned into the ground "If the Warriors are
expecting to get away with this, then they have another thing
coming, We have fought little gangs like yours "And" the
government all at the same time, you are nothing.
... "Put your money where your mouth is so I can punch it!" The
Warrior said while balling up his fist.
Just then the 2 gangs started to get ready to fight pulling out
bats, Axes and Tomahawks, the Road Hunters started doing old
Indian chants while the Warriors started cussing and yelling.
... "NO, NO, STOP!!! NOT HERE!!!" I yelled out running up to the
clutter of gangsters as Danny followed me from behind.
Thank god the they stopped and hadn't started to fight, they
probably would of torn up the whole bar.
... "I think I'm gonna have to ban your 2 clans from the bar, I
cant have all this fighting around here, I don't want this place
turned into a battle field.
The Road Hunter turned towards me "What you can ban us from
here, we own this land, your lucky we let you put this bar up
here!
I didnt want to confront these 2 gangs because they were both
big and frightening, but I didnt want to be part of a war
between the 2.
Everyone remained silent for a while then the Hunters got on
their bikes and took off, one of the Warriors walked up to me.
... " I cant personally stop those Tribal's from what they are
doing but if you help, you know where good for it." He said
putting his hand on my shoulder.
... "Look, I'm with you guys, fighting against the Government
and all, but I got my own gang to help out around here." I said
to him.
The Warrior smirked "Hey, when the fighting does happen, whos
side are gonna be on, hopefully not those savages."He said while
getting on his motorcycle."
The Warriors left kicking up a bunch of sand and flinging it
every where.
... "Shit, what the hell am I gonna do now." I said to myself.
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Re: Old World Problems (RP)
DIR By: Gangstarr4
Date: January 3, 2012, 3:05 pm
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Chapter 4
I stopped my Jeep five minutes before the train came. The old
train tracks rattled as you heard the approaching Train speeding
through. I looked at my watch and tapped it to make sure it was
working right. Hmm, Theres Normally Bandits or a group of
raiders lined up ready to Hijack this thing. I looked inside my
sachel and pulled out my binocolaurs. Three Minutes to Count
before I can I grab some new gear, no sign of hostile groups
anywhere. My dossier was jammed all the way up. This train shit
was taking too long. The Wasteland was no place to be waiting,
my objectives are too critical for me to let five minutes fly
out the window.
One Minute...
My rifle was cocked and ready to go. With my fingers itching
to fire shots off, the only thing on my mind was get the Gear by
any means neccesary even if that means no survivors.
The train rumbled on through. Dust was building up in the
west. I looked up in the sky but blinded by the sun's rays. A
man in the sunlight jumped off the cliff and onto the train.
That was my que, Go TIME . I dashed towards the train railing
and leaped foward. A riddle of bullets came close to hitting me.
Guessing the maruaders come when the train comes.
I dived inside and grabbed a hostage. I could see the lone
raider on the other side of the train. He was doing my exact
some moves. I decided to push forward but a number of explosions
occured.. The train was exploding !
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Re: Old World Problems (RP)
DIR By: Aussie Boy
Date: January 5, 2012, 8:17 am
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Chapter 5: A message left
Brute Mutants, the mutated remains of a Tribe called the Brutes
that took refuge in a swamp after a mass war with another tribe
called the Scalpers, the Water in the swamp had a mixture of
Chemicals from train accident up river during the war of 2020
and both natural and man made pollution in the water and that
along with the human flesh they used to eat, just made these
already big people grow bigger and a ton uglier.
Very rare though they do breed that is why it an unquestioned
well known law that they are a kill on sight.
I crept along the wall, when I herd a shout and the Brute war
cry, "Kill these freaks of nature boys" Either Dead Flower or
Treeance shouted, I jumped up and sprinted to kitchen grabbing a
half empty box with a recipe book and a bottle of Moonshine, I
ran past A brute Mutant, he chased me, but decided to help his
brothers in the fight against the intruders.
I ran down into the basement and grabbed a sack that dynamite
inside, I also grabbed some ingredients of the table beside the
big Still, I tucked the box under my arm and carried the sack of
Dynamite in my other hand. I dodged gun fire as one of Guardians
was unloading into a Brute, I ran into a bedroom and looked
around for the books, I couldn't find any, but I found a box of
Tapes, I chucked them in the big box and ran out and into the
next room, nothing.
Then I chucked the upstairs Library once I found it, I found the
book, it was a photo album, I looked quickly it was of his
family, I put it in the box and ran and for the door I came in
through, the house was chaos and was being torn apart quickly. I
passed the basement again and got an idea: I lit the sack and
threw it into the basement and ran for my life, A Brute arm just
missed my head and I had to drive my shoulder into a dead one
blocking the hallway to force him out of the way.
I ran out the front door and headed for my bike when the manor
exploded behind me, it knocked me to the ground in a rough
fashion, I dropped the box and twisted so I didn't land on it. I
regathered myself and looked at the house falling in on itself
and fires spreading. I emptied the box into the pack and sorted
out all my gear and rode back up to the destroyed manor. The
desert night sky was bright with the flames but dark above from
the smoke. I stopped outside to see a sight of pure joy for me.
Dead Flower was slowly bleeding to death from his missing arm,
his entire right leg was burn and melted almost to the bone, I'm
pretty sure the only thing holding his organs in was the leather
jacket that fused to his skin and his throat was opened up; his
brother Treeance was sitting against a rock holding the stumps
were his legs were once. I took my knife and gave the Glasow
Smile like mine and then spoke to him in a sadistic voice.
"If Jamal, Stormy, Warrio or even The Titan find you, tell them,
that if they keep on pursuing me, I will cut their faces like
they did mine and make sure they die real slow, like you and
your brother, but if I am left alone, that will be that be and I
won't hold a grudge for Jamal ruining my life".
He looked me with pure fear in his eyes, maybe because he was
going to die, or he was in pain and wanted to scream but his
cheeks would rip open if he did, or he was truly scared of me. I
didn't know. I mounted the bike kicked it over and road down the
old driveway onto the old road and headed back to the Box Car to
collect my pay.
I traveled for hours before stopping at a well used camp site,
there were 3 camps set up around it, I sat down and started my
own fire and spread out my bedroll, I had the bike against an
old brick fence and my bed next to it and the fire on the other
other side. I laid down and sipped my whiskey staring at the
night sky. I woke early the next morning and got going quickly,
I had always woken early, it was beat into me, I can go for days
on end without sleep, weeks with only 12 hours asleep all up;
The whiskey helps me sleep and forget my troubles because when I
try to sleep that's when they get at me the most.
As I rode out of the campsite I was chased down by a guy on a
trike, "Mercenary?" He shouted other the rumbling of the motors.
"Yeah" I yelled back, "How's 100 camps and a full tank of juice
sound for escorting that El Camino back to a place called the
Boxcar Bar?" He asked.
"Alright, but If I get shot at, it's another 100 for dangers, 50
for my spent ammo and that tank of juice and any damages to my
bike" I shouted back.
"Alright deal, I don't think we'll see much trouble anyways" he
shouted.
I followed this guy on his trike, with a beard reaching his
stomach and top hat to an El Camino with a couple bikes in the
back and so crates, "Why the Boxcar?" I asked, because the rest
of our escort is there waiting for us to arrive so we can go the
rest of the way" He shouted.
"Alright I'm Daryl by the way" I called out, "yeah I'm Topsy" He
yelled back and like that we were traveling, Topsy on his Trike
behind the El Camino, a couple other guys on bikes around the
sides and so crazy guy standing on the back of a 4 wheeler with
a Machine Gun mounted on a post welded to the back of the 4
wheeler, while some nutcase rode it.
We traveled for a few hours and, we eventually had to go through
a bit of road that had large sand dunes either side, seems like
the road had been built through a large hill, that's when a
bullet hit the El Camino, we all stopped and another shot, hit
Topsy's trike. I turned the fuel tap of my bike and laid it down
gently but quickly, then I bullet just missed me, then one of
the escorts went down when an arrow hit him, I turned and looked
at the top of dune and then a loud Indian war.
"Scalpers!" Someone screamed, then out of nowhere and Indian
looking guy with a short sword was swinging at me, I quickly
shot him with my rifle and then rolled out of the way and shot
him again, I dropped the back pack and sprinted towards the El
Camino and used it as cover, all the others were taking shots at
the Scalper Tribal Marauder were shooting at us with rifles or
bow and arrows and some were charging at us with everything from
knifes to axes.
I took aim at a Scalper on the hill shooting at me mainly, I
fired and he moved, he fired and ducked, I quickly took my
sights of him and shot a Scalper sprinting down the hill with a
Machete, I aimed back at the one shooting at me, just in time to
moved an inch so his last shot didn't hit me. I returned fire we
with 4 quick shots that sent him rolling down the hill. I herd
the Machine Gun fire and saw it hit the opposite dune to the one
I was shooting at. I turned around and put another bullets into
one coming up the from the gap between the dune and the road, he
fell back down. I ran to the edge of the road and shot at the
wounded ones killing them before they got the chance to come at
us again.
Before long it was over, and they were taking supplies and stuff
of the dead Scalpers and putting their and dead in the El Camino
and their vehicles. I sat on my bike letting all the fluids
inside settle after I laid it down. Topsy came over to me and
handed me some ammunition and rifle it was the same model and
ammo type as mine."You'll get the rest of your payment when we
get to the Boxcar".
After they finished scavenging and getting all the bodies into a
neat row in the ditch on the side of the road we set off again,
and after a few more hours we reached the Box Car, which was
good because I was running on nothing for the last 30 miles, I
coasted most of the way. I strolled over to Topsy who gave me
what he owed me and then he and his group left with the new
escorts. "Warriors on Wheels" I said to myself as I read on the
signs on Topsy's trike I didn't notice before.
I met up with my last employer and got payment and his gave me
my reward and I went over to my bike moved into the shade of the
bar and sat at a table listening to the music being played by a
guy sitting a near by. Planning what I would do next, where I
would go.
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Vehicle: CR250 Motorcycle
Objective: Seek another job
Condition: Tired
Weapons -
-Semi Auto Rifle 20/239
-Revolver 6/66
-Hunting Knife
Inventory - (On/In backpack)
-Sawed Off Shotgun 2/22 ..... -Crossbow 1/10
-Tomahawk ..... -Water bottle
-2 match boxes ..... -Dynamite x3
-Whiskey ..... -1 Apples
-Jimmy Bar .... -Wrench
-Rifle Parts
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The Scalpers are a group of Marauders that based there gang of
the Apaches.
#Post#: 2993--------------------------------------------------
Re: Old World Problems (RP)
DIR By: Gangstarr4
Date: January 8, 2012, 1:45 pm
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Chapter 6
I let my hostage go.. It be better if I let them save
theirselves than take a bulelt for me. I shot at the window
above me and climbed up on the roof. The train took some pretty
bad damage, to reach the other side I had to jump through
flames. I looked around , the dust hit my face so i lifted up my
scarf bandana over my face. I jumped through and rolled, I
caught myself on the rail.. I almost fell off. The lone warrior
walked over to me and looked at me. He raised his curved blade
and then smashed into the roof, he handed me a hand.
" I Am Wolf Mother! . "
" You saved Me ? Why ? "
" We In Robbery TOgether.. We both shooting at other guys. Why
Not!? "
" I just don't understand it. "
" I saw no point in taking your life.. Yet.. "
" You have a very high way of thinking Savage Man. "
He threw me satchel full of money. He had already
completed my job on this train. He both jumped off at the count
of three. One two.. The train blew up, The marauders tried to
get off but it was too late for them. Wolf mother got inside my
jeep and set up his own portable machine gun. I had to check my
pip boy too see where we were headed next.
" Four hours until we hit a old research facility.. heard
there was alot of ghouls in this area. "
" Maybe so.. You can spell the flesh and rot a mile away though
. "
" I suppose so. "
" I need set up something inside one of those rockets. "
" Ahh I see.. well we best get there before night.. Things get
real fucked up at night . "
#Post#: 3004--------------------------------------------------
Re: Old World Problems (RP)
DIR By: OGluke
Date: January 8, 2012, 4:29 pm
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Im new to fallout fiction im so used to saintsrow stories that
this sorta caught me by surprise, but nevertheless i did plan on
commenting and keeping with it.
aussieboy, your a visionary bro. You and bluexusion make the
best roleplay stories, and if yall wasnt so far into it i would
want a small part in it but i dont know how much i'd be able to
write or that i'd be able to keep up.
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