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    61 KB Apocalypse Quest Survivor 03/13/10(Sat)18:58 No.8570043  
    You awake to another day, another wretched day...but this one starts with gunfire. It is not the first day that started with gunfire, and it will certainly not be the last, but it was an unwelcome change all the same.

    You are a survivor of two apocalypses. The first was the uprise of the machines. The second was the solution to the first- total thermonuclear cleansing to cripple both sides. Ever since the day that man irradiated his own home in the interest of a meek survival, you've drifted along the nuclear wasteland.

    Which is what brought you here. Automatically, your hands grab the AK-47 slung around your chest as your feet propel you up from your mangled mattress.
    >> Survivor 03/13/10(Sat)19:00 No.8570081
    Which is what brought you here. Automatically, your hands grab the AK-47 slung around your chest as your feet propel you up from your mangled mattress.

    You take a quick inventory as the underground room shakes from an explosion. The gas lantern to the right tips over and rolls along the floor, its light flickering dimly.

    You're dressed in a tattered camouflage shawl, a heavy leather vest worn underneath. You have an AK-47 with two full magazines, a sawed-off shotgun with six shells, three cans of beans and a single can of powdered milk in a duffel, and a tiny Geiger counter attached to your belt. Your old gas mask, which has been missing a left lens since a few days ago, has been left discarded in the duffel. You're going to have to go without gas protection, it seems.

    Somebody knocks heavily at the chunk of plasterboard you've called a door. A Russian-accented voice calls through to you, "Get up! Get up you lazy ass! Vey are not fucking around zis time!"
    >> arachnid 03/13/10(Sat)19:01 No.8570102

    Get up, go to the door. 'What is it?'
    >> Anonymous 03/13/10(Sat)19:02 No.8570118
    Kick open the door and yell
    >> Anonymous 03/13/10(Sat)19:07 No.8570199
    Get up, right the gas lantern before something gets burned down. Then do >>8570118
    >> Survivor 03/13/10(Sat)19:09 No.8570212
    Disregard this quest, I suck cocks.
    >> Survivor 03/13/10(Sat)19:09 No.8570221
    You stalk up to the door, AK in hand as you kick down the piece of plasterboard. It's the only way to get about when you're underground and apparently under attack.

    A heavy-set man, armed with a pipe rifle, catches the brunt of a nasty look on your face. He's lucky he wasn't a card-carrying capitalist. Yet the man isn't thrown off by your manner, instead cocking the hammer on his rifle.

    "Ve bloody raiders are at our doorstep!" He barked, gesturing down the gas-lit hallway. Several lanterns had been set atop various folding tables and crates, a few other people visible as they began to set up a barricade. The sounds of gunfire were getting closer.

    "The fuckin' assholes brought zome drones, too. I zink they are serious about zis raid. I'd suggest packink up and getting on your vay, zere is work for us /real/ warriors to be doing!" He said, gesturing down the way opposite of the barricade.

    Up above, something highly explosive went up. A portion of the concrete ceiling collapsed over the barricade, the men jumping away just in time as the roar of a machine gun joined the fray.
    >> Anonymous 03/13/10(Sat)19:11 No.8570238
    Right and douse the gas lantern, move to cover.
    >> Survivor 03/13/10(Sat)19:11 No.8570242
    Har har, real cute.

    Also, main post coming up...for some reason my browser is very slow tonight.
    >> Anonymous 03/13/10(Sat)19:12 No.8570258
    Get ready to go. Peek head out door and look around to see if anyone wants to shoot your head off, if not, let's head out of hear (opposite the barricade).
    >> Anonymous 03/13/10(Sat)19:12 No.8570260

    What on earth is going on, who are the raiders?

    Also, move out to join the barricade-builders, then.
    >> Survivor 03/13/10(Sat)19:12 No.8570269
    You quickly head back inside to shut off the gas lantern. You can tell it's at about half capacity right now thanks to the small gauge on the side, but the distinctive hiss might prove a nuisance over an extended period.
    >> Anonymous 03/13/10(Sat)19:12 No.8570271
    Let's get the fuck to that barricade. No need to have a cock measuring contest with these douches. Tell them to fuck off and go fight, then collect your stuff and head for safest.
    >> Anonymous 03/13/10(Sat)19:13 No.8570286
    Watch out for russians. They are everywhere.
    >> Anonymous 03/13/10(Sat)19:14 No.8570297

    These. 'Where are they coming from?'
    >> Survivor 03/13/10(Sat)19:21 No.8570373
    The Russian scoffs. "A raid! Vat are you, daft? The fucking wastelanders decided to grow a pair and start shooting at us! From what I heard, they're packing some very fucking heavy weaponry. A lot tougher than vat I would expect, even from those svine."

    Rushing towards the barricade, another explosion rocks the building. Your memory starts to come up with relevant facts. You're in New Anchorage, a former weather station that was converted into a small underground town. Right now you're in the dorms, fairly nestled back from the town. Those raiders will need to cut through the basement access of the main building, down the stairwell, through the sewers and all the way past the emergency generators to get here. Though, knowing the raiders, they'd probably go through the sewers and try to flank everywhere at once.

    There were five other men at the barricade. Well, four men and a very ugly woman. Each one was armed with a motley assortment of rifles and pistols, only one of them wearing the armband that signified a town militia member. They were currently struggling to toss some empty jerry cans onto the barricade.

    The militia member, obviously the barricade leader, turns to you. "Leave?" He inquires, "We're not damn well going to abandon our only shelter because some fucking scavengers bought some fancier toys! We're the damned Anchorage Militia, and we don't back down! Now ball up and help us or get the hell out of our way!"
    >> Anonymous 03/13/10(Sat)19:23 No.8570389

    Help them then! Build up the barricade. Gun at the ready though, one hand always on the grip just in case.
    >> Survivor 03/13/10(Sat)19:28 No.8570439
    Grabbing your AK-47 in your left hand, you begin to help the woman heft the jerry can onto the other side of the barricade. It clangs noisily as it settles in place.

    The barricade leader, however, will have none of that. "Bah! Listen, if you want to help, go use those guns of yours towards the front. I have no idea how the damned fight is going, and that Rooskie asshole is too caught up getting the others funneled forward. Think you can stand do a bit of running forward? We'll be safe back here so long as we keep adding shit to the barricade."
    >> Anonymous 03/13/10(Sat)19:31 No.8570471

    'Well, if you say so...'

    Get gun at ready, run up front. Try to find someone to tag along behind.
    >> Anonymous 03/13/10(Sat)19:32 No.8570481
    Run ahead, being careful of mines, nades, and other kill me shit.
    >> Survivor 03/13/10(Sat)19:44 No.8570592

    Hopping over the barricade and taking a careful, steady jog, you're left on your own for the first time. The rooms up ahead have all been abandoned, their inhabitants either having already fled or currently further ahead helping fight the good fight.

    You take a look of your surroundings as you move on. The actual rooms were mostly taken up with small, now-abandoned shops. Minor, yet useful, goods like duct tape and water purification tablets are stored away in tiny lockboxes. The common and generally useless junk like lugnuts, scrap metal, and parts for various weapons have been left in the open along fold-out counters and repurposed grill tops.

    People generally sleep wherever they can. Mattresses are still left lying on the floor, with personal possessions in napsacks or whatever cases they can make do with. A few such cases are left scattered along the floor, as well as empty bullet casings.

    There's a fork in the way ahead as well. Somebody helpfully scrawled directions to either side. To the right is "Shanty's Shells & Shit". The weapons bazaar-slash-armory of the community.

    To the left is "Mgmt". Management, which generally encompassed everything actually /useful/ to keeping this place run. Either way would lead to the sewer entrances-slash-exits and further onward.
    >> Anonymous 03/13/10(Sat)19:47 No.8570622
    To the weapons!

    We are in need of more dakka.
    >> Anonymous 03/13/10(Sat)19:53 No.8570684
    If nowhere is in the "Supply Room" check all sacks and whatnot for possible useful items. Grab all useful stuff including the duct tape and water tablets. Then head to the gunshop.
    >> Anonymous 03/13/10(Sat)19:53 No.8570699
    If no one I mean.
    >> Anonymous 03/13/10(Sat)19:56 No.8570743
    check the gunshop/armoury and see if we can get more ammo, 2 clips and 6 shells wont last long.
    >> Survivor 03/13/10(Sat)20:03 No.8570835
    You ruffle through what personal belongings you can locate. Old wine boxes are cracked open, lockboxes have their locks forced open, and in total you grab:
    -Two rolls of duct tape
    -Ten water purification tablets, each one good for a single glass of water
    -Eighty dollars
    -A small assortment of screws and bolts
    -A single diamond ring that looks somewhat valuable. Probably a wedding gift.

    Suitably looted up, you move towards the Shells & Shit. Poetically named, the way towards the store went through the latrines. The reek of feces is quite powerful, with a few bodies scattered across the hallway leading down to the bathrooms and in the bathroom doorways. Evidently, the raiders had made a breach in the defenses somewhere and slipped a few through.

    The sound of yelling could be heard coming from the women's bathroom, at least two masculine voices and a single effeminate one. What they were screaming about couldn't be understood clearly, but it sounded like it was going to get ugly. Fast.
    >> Anonymous 03/13/10(Sat)20:06 No.8570867
    Well, the obvious choice, take a peek in the ladies room. (So want to see dominatrix)
    >> Anonymous 03/13/10(Sat)20:08 No.8570872
    Time to get a hot female sidekick. Burst through the woman's door, shotgun armed.
    >> Anonymous 03/13/10(Sat)20:14 No.8570942
    the woman could be a raider
    >> Survivor 03/13/10(Sat)20:14 No.8570961
    Shouldering your AK-47, you draw your sawed-off before ducking into the women's room. Its not much different from the men's latrine: A series of busted toilets and a few moldy sinks running along either side of the room. Faded pink tile has been broken in at least a dozen places and quite a bit of blood has been spilled recently.

    Two women lie dead in the stall, their corpses filled with fresh hot lead. A third one is currently holding a pair of militia members at gunpoint, the two veteran warriors designated by their armbands. Their guns are at the woman's feet.

    The woman herself is dressed in a torn long-neck sweater and a pair of heavy jeans. She has a set of wild hair that only accents the dark substance smeared across the side of her face as she screams at the two men.

    "On your knees! Don't move, you fucking pigs!" She yells, the two men noticing your entrance instantly.

    "The bitch is crazy! Shoot her!" One of the militiamen pleads to you, which draws her pistol to whip around in your direction. You have only a split second to choose between ducking back into cover or shooting her.

    Or reasoning with her, if she /can/ be reasoned with.
    >> Anonymous 03/13/10(Sat)20:18 No.8571007
    Hit the closest cover and demand an explanation.
    >> Anonymous 03/13/10(Sat)20:20 No.8571035
    shoot and sprint to cover
    >> Anonymous 03/13/10(Sat)20:21 No.8571052
    Ignore the people and start looting the dead women.
    >> Anonymous 03/13/10(Sat)20:21 No.8571054
    Shoot her leg or something and get to cover.
    >> Survivor 03/13/10(Sat)20:28 No.8571111

    You react quicker, your sawed-off shotgun in hand. Pulling the trigger, you send a wide burst of birdshot screaming out of the barrel. Whether your actual target was the woman or the corpses (You sick fuck), the effect is the same. Pellets bounce off the tile, shredding the woman's legs as she wails like a banshee.

    Her pistol barks on full auto, a plethora of bullets ripping through the tile wall as you dive behind it. The lighting strobes wildly as more explosions echo overhead, the man who begged for you to shoot earlier yelling now.

    "Die, bitch, die!" You hear, followed by further screams and struggling. Your demand for an explanation falls on deaf ears.
    >> Anonymous 03/13/10(Sat)20:29 No.8571139
    Are the men armed? If not, tell them to get the fuck off her or you'll shoot. She might provide some valuable information if she's part of the raiders.

    Now make sure she doesn't die of her wounds. A dead captive is a useless captive. Then loot her and all the bodies.
    >> Anonymous 03/13/10(Sat)20:33 No.8571187
    Keep them from killing her. At gun point if I have to. Demand an explanation. Tell her that if shes good I'll let her live. May even get her medical attention if she's really cooperative.
    >> Survivor 03/13/10(Sat)20:35 No.8571196
    Peeking through one of the holes in the tile wall, you see the dark-skinned militia member brandishing a bowie knife whilst struggling with the injured woman. She's screaming incoherently as her legs are dead weight under her, clawing at the militiaman's face with her nails.

    Darkie looks up at you as you tell him to get off or you'll shoot, his lighter-skinned companion scrabbling forward to grab his fallen tommy gun.

    "This bitch needs to-" He begins, before the woman's questing nails plunge into his left eye. He screams loudly as she claws down, the man falling onto his back as blood gushes from his face.

    Fuck! This is one hell of a morning.
    >> Anonymous 03/13/10(Sat)20:35 No.8571208
    Apply this to the militiamen as they may be spies.
    >> Anonymous 03/13/10(Sat)20:36 No.8571227
    get the milita to back off, torture info out of the bitch if possible. try for raider numbers, goals how they got the high teck weapons and how the fuck she got in here. if it takes too long kill her.

    dont forget the town is still under attack by well armed and motivated raiders.
    >> Survivor 03/13/10(Sat)20:38 No.8571245

    The man rushing for his gun stops at this point, the threat of a shotgun motivating him to halt as soon as the Thompson is within reach. The woman is grunting for air as she clutches something you'd rather not EYE-dentify in her bloody hands.

    Darkie looks out of the fight, his knife getting coated in his own blood as he continues to thrash on the floor, applying pressure to what remains of the injury site.
    >> Anonymous 03/13/10(Sat)20:38 No.8571247
    "Move the fuck away from her, she's dangerous!"

    Point the gun at her head and look her in the eyes.
    "Stop struggling or your head's going to be used to decorate the walls. Now that wound might kill you, if you don't tell me what the fuck you guys are up to, why you're raiding with such force and anyway I can bring your buddies down. If you tell me that then maybe, just maybe, I'll get you some medical attention to keep you alive and out of pain."
    >> Anonymous 03/13/10(Sat)20:39 No.8571256
    The next person that makes a fucking move will get a load of buckshot. Now, what the fuck is going on here?
    >> Survivor 03/13/10(Sat)20:41 No.8571283
    Rushing from cover, you jam the remaining barrel of your shotgun into her face. Or thereabouts, as far as anybody can really care. She keeps panting as blood pores from the holes in her legs before spitting on the barrel of your gun.

    "I'm not a fucking raider!" She protests, "These pigs tried to fucking rape me!"

    Tommy Boy (Or so you have come to think of the man with the Thompson) spits on the ground, "Like hell we did! This bitch is crazy, she killed those other broads and was going to cap us next!"
    >> Anonymous 03/13/10(Sat)20:42 No.8571293
    pretty damn obvious. bitch got in some how, killed some women for the hell of it and wasgoing to kill the milita men. now we find out how she got in and then kill her and seal off that entrance
    >> Anonymous 03/13/10(Sat)20:43 No.8571318
    check the mens weapons, do they match the wounds on the women? do same with the suspected raider bitch
    >> Anonymous 03/13/10(Sat)20:46 No.8571354
    What's she wearing? Is she in normal raider attire?
    >> Anonymous 03/13/10(Sat)20:46 No.8571355
    Do this, the men may be spies or assholes.
    >> Anonymous 03/13/10(Sat)21:03 No.8571384
    Tell the malitia men that they have more pressing concerns than a wounded raider and that, if they really want to help, they should either
    a) get in the fucking fight
    b) get the one eyed man some treatment or
    c) fuck off
    >> Survivor 03/13/10(Sat)21:06 No.8571418
    Tommy Boy has, as stated, a Thompson submachine gun. Darkie is packing a bowie knife with what looks like a sniper rifle of some kind as his main weapon. The sniper rifle, naturally, is currently about half a dozen feet away from where the woman and he are respectively laying.

    The dead bodies look like they got torn up by some kind of automatic weapon. Lots of bullet holes, and a good amount of broken tile and holes already on the wall behind them.

    But then again, the bitch's now-empty pistol was an automatic weapon too. You know that much first hand.

    She's in heavy jeans and a turtleneck sweater. Then again, it's the fucking apocalypse, so "normal attire" is pretty much whatever you can scrounge up that doesn't leave you too cold or too warm.
    >> Anonymous 03/13/10(Sat)21:06 No.8571420
    Take everyone's weapons and examine the dead women for signs of rape, and the men for signs of wounds that could be inflicted by the women trying to defend themselves like nail marks.
    >> Anonymous 03/13/10(Sat)21:08 No.8571436
    looking at the suspected raiders clothing. it does not seem all that raider like....
    >> Anonymous 03/13/10(Sat)21:08 No.8571449
    toss her a roll of duct tape, tell her to patch up her wounds. tell tommy to take his buddy and fuck off.
    >> Anonymous 03/13/10(Sat)21:09 No.8571456
    check tommyguns ammo
    >> Anonymous 03/13/10(Sat)21:11 No.8571487
    >> Anonymous 03/13/10(Sat)21:13 No.8571515
    This. If a decent amount of ammo had been used tell them they have till the count of ten to pack up and GTFO. If they make any slight of screwing me over skip to 10 and give em a taste of the old 12 gauge.
    >> Anonymous 03/13/10(Sat)21:15 No.8571521
    Asked how the fuck this woman got here. I presume she's not part of the normal community, so if she's not a raider why is she here?
    >> Survivor 03/13/10(Sat)21:18 No.8571564
    Tommy Boy decides to take Option B. He scuttles towards Darkie, slowly drawing a roll of bandages from his jacket pocket.

    "Bitch clawed me!" Darkie complains as Tommy Boy begins to patch him up. "That fucking bitch took my eye out, and you're just going to fucking let her walk?! She killed those bitches! Fucking gut her!"

    Kicking down on the woman's hand, you take away her empty pistol. Which, you realize, is a 9mm converted to be fully automatic. Tommy Boy's gun is the Thompson submachine gun, which you scoot towards the bulky Dragunov sniper rifle near the corner. The sniper rifle is definitely out, but either the Thomspon or the pistol could have done the girls in.

    As for the girls themselves, there appears to have been a ferocious struggle. Whether or not they were raped is hard to tell with all the blood and lead in them, and you hardly have fucking CSI equipment on hand.

    As for the men, they both have signs of injuries. Darkie's face is clawed up thanks to his scuffle with the panting woman, whilst Tommy Boy seems unharmed. Though you don't exactly have the luxury of looking over every square inch of either of them thanks to, you know, a fucking war going on.

    Though you toss the bitch a roll of tape anyways, which she simply stares at. The shot is still in her legs and she hardly looks all that willing to agonize herself in pulling it out by hand.
    >> Anonymous 03/13/10(Sat)21:22 No.8571609
    "Fuck, I gotta do fucking everything? Fine- I'll help you, but if you claw out my eyes, so help me god....."
    >> Survivor 03/13/10(Sat)21:24 No.8571652
    Popping open the magazine, you notice it's about a quarter empty. But that could be just about as good as full since people generally don't have the luxury of stumbling across unused weapons where not a single bullet was spent in stopping you from getting the gun in question.

    Tommy Boy nods as he tries to pick Darkie up on his shoulder. "We'll need to get that shit cleaned out, man, but you'll make it." He consoles to his friend.

    Darkie simply glares at you with his remaining eye, the wadded bandages tinged slightly red. "You're just going to help this murdering cunt?! Fucking shoot her! Shoot her!" He insists, brandishing his knife.

    "I...what? How I got here?" She asks, momentarily stunned, "Why the fuck do you care? You're letting these raping bastards get away! Are you fucking mental or something? Give me the gun if you don't have the balls to kill them!"

    Darkie points his knife to the fallen woman, jabbing it in the air at her. "Fuck you, slut! I'll gut you like the lying cunt you are!"
    >> Anonymous 03/13/10(Sat)21:26 No.8571682
    fuck the detective work, the quest guy does not seem willing to let it happen.lets go with shes a raider.

    now we need to find out how she got in, grab some ammo and make sure none of the other raiders can get in.
    >> Anonymous 03/13/10(Sat)21:27 No.8571687
    If you don't tell me how you got here, then I'll have no choice but to side with these gents. Now either give me the story or cut any act you;re pulling and give me some useful info.
    >> Survivor 03/13/10(Sat)21:28 No.8571707
    Well, it's not so much that I'm unwilling as it is that there's currently a shitload of yelling and people moving about. If you want to lower your guard and check for jizz on the corpses, go ahead, but I'm just assuming you were keeping an eye on them whilst giving the bodies a look-over.
    >> Anonymous 03/13/10(Sat)21:28 No.8571715
    There are more important things to worry about- this bitch isn't going anywhere and you two sure as hell don't have any place else to go, so we'll deal with 'who raped who' AFTER the raiders are dead.Now if we don't get BOTH of you cunts to the medics, RIGHT NOW, you're going to go into shock, and I'm sure as hell not dragging your sorry corpses around.
    >> Anonymous 03/13/10(Sat)21:28 No.8571716
    This. After so pick up her gun and comment on the nice job of converting it. Mention that I may have to keep it if she doesn't feel like helping herself.
    >> Anonymous 03/13/10(Sat)21:34 No.8571785
    Darkie doesn't have a gun. Send Tommy to fight raiders as a divide tactic. Take Darkie and girl to help with the barricade since they're hurt.
    >> Anonymous 03/13/10(Sat)21:36 No.8571801
    Darkie has a bowie on him and a sniper rifle in the corner.
    >> Survivor 03/13/10(Sat)21:36 No.8571811

    The two sides respectively shut up, Darkie, the woman, and Tommy Boy all just gawking at you stupidly. Your authority asserted, you kneel down next to the woman to try and carry her on your shoulder. She doesn't seem entirely crippled, but neither does she seem fit for anything more than limping.

    As it STANDS, you get her leaning on your shoulder alright.

    Inspecting her automatic pistol in your left hand, she bites her lip. "I, err.." She stumbles, looking at you.

    Then her true colors show as rakes one of her hands across your face, drawing a fresh welt of blood over your left eyebrow. Her bloody right hand tries to go for your sawed-off, attempting to wrestle the barrel away from you.
    >> Anonymous 03/13/10(Sat)21:37 No.8571819
    Even then, wounded people better not shooting. Tommy to fight, rest to barricade for their lives. Lots of people to watch them there.
    >> Anonymous 03/13/10(Sat)21:38 No.8571845

    Go for the sawn-off with my right hand, punch her in her wounded leg with my left.
    >> Anonymous 03/13/10(Sat)21:39 No.8571866
    Fuck no. Hit that bitch to the ground. Elbow, bitchslap, even use the butt of your gun.

    Now tell her to stop fucking around with us and tell us why the raiders are coming in such force this time and if there's anything useful she can tell us.
    >> Anonymous 03/13/10(Sat)21:41 No.8571892
    Get a firmer grip on the gun and punch her lights out. Once she staggers empty a couple rounds into her chest.
    >> Anonymous 03/13/10(Sat)21:41 No.8571895
    smack the crap out of her then do this
    >> Anonymous 03/13/10(Sat)21:42 No.8571916
    With the gun pointing away, kick her bad leg out from underneath her (possibly taking the gun). Tell the other guys they can leave. "I'll give you one last chance. You can either explain yourself get wrapped up and maybe get your gun back. Or take another round that I don't want to spend. Now which is it?"
    >> Survivor 03/13/10(Sat)21:43 No.8571930
    Trying to whip your sawed-off out of reach, your left hand slams into her wounded leg. She lets out a scream before buckling, her hands ferociously working to try and tear the sawed-off out of your grasp. She almost succeeds, too, the force of her buckling leg resulting in the barrel now pointing right towards the ceiling.

    Darkie lets out a cry of, "I fucking knew it!" As he leaps forward, barreling into the two of you. It's now a three-way sprawl, the sawn-off shotgun jerking wildly in each direction.
    Roll 1d20 to determine if the shotgun goes off
    1-10 Yes
    11-20 No

    If yes, roll 1d20 to determine who gets hit.
    1-10 Woman
    11-15 Darkie
    16-20 You
    >> Anonymous 03/13/10(Sat)21:44 No.8571961
    rolled 16, 14 = 30

    >> Anonymous 03/13/10(Sat)21:45 No.8571968
    rolled 17, 13 = 30

    Rollin' dice, second one's useless if it doesn't go off.
    >> Anonymous 03/13/10(Sat)21:45 No.8571973
    rolled 1 = 1

    Rolling for target
    >> Anonymous 03/13/10(Sat)21:46 No.8571981
    >> Anonymous 03/13/10(Sat)21:48 No.8572019
    rolled 17 = 17

    Rolling for firing.
    >> Anonymous 03/13/10(Sat)21:48 No.8572027
    Get Darkie off of raider-chick.
    Use duct tape to tie raider-chicks hand behind her back.
    Escort her and darkie to and Tommy-Boy (Who I'm not entirely convinced didn't try to rape the women) to the barricades where we can sort out this cluster-fuck later
    >> Anonymous 03/13/10(Sat)21:49 No.8572035
    Alright, shotgun doesn't go off
    >> Anonymous 03/13/10(Sat)21:51 No.8572081

    Fuck no, she's a raider and clearly lying. Just shoot her and get back to the front!
    >> Anonymous 03/13/10(Sat)21:53 No.8572115
    A. Raider Chick has only intel on what the fuck is going on
    B. Raider Chick is wounded and, well, a Chick. Wouldn't be right to kick a (wo)man while she's down.
    >> Anonymous 03/13/10(Sat)21:54 No.8572139
    Mainly A. Come on, sweet plot relevant information. Maybe she can lead us to a sweet weapon or ride.
    >> Anonymous 03/13/10(Sat)21:56 No.8572186
    Get Darkie to cover, Tommy to point, we handle Clawie?
    >> Anonymous 03/13/10(Sat)21:57 No.8572201
    Or lawful good dickings
    >> Survivor 03/13/10(Sat)21:57 No.8572210
    The shotgun doesn't go off, thankfully, and Darkie gives a classic elbow-to-the-jaw on the traitorous bitch. With a heavy thud her head bounces off the tile, going limp as she's knocked out for a second.

    Dragging your shotgun out of her limp grip, you stuff it back into her face as her eyes open. Her trap card, so to speak, has been activated.

    And it didn't work as planned.

    Darkie hefts his bowie knife for a killing blow, but stops as you tell him to tie her hands. He reluctantly does so, tying her hands up with the duct tape.

    "Don't fucking like this." He replied, "We should just shoot the bitch and be done with it. Fuck, man, I'll cut her right here, right now!"

    And, to be honest, you feel your finger hover over the trigger. It'd be so easy to pay her back for that scar over your eyebrow. Tommy Boy decides to interrupt at this point.

    "Uhh, sorry to fucking interrupt, but I haven't heard any explosions for a bit! Either the attack's over, or we're going to look at some fucking company soon!"
    >> Anonymous 03/13/10(Sat)21:58 No.8572227
    Nah, neutral to chaotic good. Lawful good would have probably fought at the front lines.

    Or maybe just selfish bastard. Bit too early to tell.
    >> Anonymous 03/13/10(Sat)22:00 No.8572257
    Tommy Boy, try to keep cyclops from killing Chickie while we go stick our head out to see what the hell just happened
    >> Anonymous 03/13/10(Sat)22:01 No.8572270
    True. Smack her hard enough to make a successful escape more unlikely, and attempt to determine the attack's result.
    >> Anonymous 03/13/10(Sat)22:01 No.8572278
    rolled 17, 12 = 29

    use the ducktape to restrain her, then check for the possible raider attack. if the fighting is over beat some intel out of her if not kill her then kill some more raiders
    >> Anonymous 03/13/10(Sat)22:02 No.8572281
    Tell the two lads to look out the door and guard.

    Now, demand the bitch tells us about the raid and anything useful we can use.
    >> Anonymous 03/13/10(Sat)22:03 No.8572301
    Um, guys?
    Raider Chickie is suffering from head trauma
    I doubt we can get any useful information from her in this state
    >> Survivor 03/13/10(Sat)22:05 No.8572346
    You hit her across the nose with the butt of your sawed-off, the shotgun making her nose into a nice wreck as Darkie simply glares at her. Tommy Boy nods,

    "Hey, you want a hand checking ahead? Me and Bravo here used to track down raider cunts like this bitch back in the good ol' days. I know a thing or two about sneakin' around...though I'm not sure about what we'd do with this little whore here." He said, "Mind giving me my gun back, either way? I don't like standin' around useless like this."
    >> Anonymous 03/13/10(Sat)22:07 No.8572381
    No, you need to stay here, since I can't Trust cyclops not to be a giant douche.
    Giant douche, you're with me instead, we're going back up to the barricades to see if anybody is alive.
    >> Anonymous 03/13/10(Sat)22:09 No.8572411
    How old are these fuckers if they have good ol days?
    >> Anonymous 03/13/10(Sat)22:09 No.8572412
    Sure, he can have his gun. No problem.
    >> Anonymous 03/13/10(Sat)22:11 No.8572421
    Tie and gag her with the ducktape, make sure she doesnt have any weapons or other tools on her. Then shove her in a stall and check the corpses. Then say, let's roll, and then we roll.
    >> Survivor 03/13/10(Sat)22:11 No.8572424
    Applying the roll a bit more liberally, the woman's hands and feet are fully bound. She looks about in a general daze as you do so, Bravo (Darkie) and Tommy Boy heading towards the doorway to stand guard. There's sounds of sporadic gunfire now, but it's only in short exchanges anywhere from half a minute to a minute long. Hardly the full-out war it once was.
    >> Anonymous 03/13/10(Sat)22:13 No.8572452
    "She's our sheild."
    >> Anonymous 03/13/10(Sat)22:13 No.8572453
    Fuck, this is either really good, or really bad.
    Move forward as fast as possible while remaining out of sight, try to see which side is winning.
    >> Anonymous 03/13/10(Sat)22:14 No.8572478
    Well one sides clearly nearly won, but who? Send Cyclops dude to recon and get some answer out of the damn woman.
    >> Anonymous 03/13/10(Sat)22:14 No.8572482
    Dammit guys, Tommy on point with his machinegun, we in the middle, Bravo on rear with the rifle.
    >> Anonymous 03/13/10(Sat)22:15 No.8572496
    You guys are fucking stupid.

    You don't stop in the middle of a battle to interrogate a wounded enemy. You shoot until everyone else is dead.
    >> Survivor 03/13/10(Sat)22:17 No.8572521
    Neither of them can be older than thirty, but the wasteland can age you terribly. Especially if you're out on your own each day.

    You toss Tommy Boy his submachine gun, and Bravo grabs his sniper rifle from the corner. Ripping out a fresh length of duct tape, the gunfire becomes a bit more constant, but now it's closer than ever.

    "I'm warning you, you fucking pigs! I'm the only one here that can have you spared! If you tie me up, I'll-"

    "Just shut up, will you?" Tommy Boy asks her, before giving her a solid kick to the jaw. She finally shuts up in time for you to duct tape her bruised mouth over.

    Giving her a thorough search, you grab two magazines for the automatic pistol, as well as a small clip of bills. No more than thirty dollars...but that's fine. Every dollar counts.

    Current inventory:
    1 AK-47 with 2 mags
    1 Sawed-Off shotgun with 5 shells remaining (One loaded)
    1 Automatic 9mm pistol with 2 mags
    1 Geiger counter
    3 cans of beans, 1 can of powdered milk
    1 Gas mask with broken left lens
    >> Anonymous 03/13/10(Sat)22:18 No.8572525
    Instead of leaving her, put her over my shoulder with one arm securing her and the other holding the shotgun. Make our way to Shells & Shit.
    >> Anonymous 03/13/10(Sat)22:24 No.8572540
    I doubt money money would have any worth.

    But take her as a shield and go fuck shit up.
    >> Anonymous 03/13/10(Sat)22:25 No.8572547
    Closer than ever? Right, fuck it. The Raiders are winning.

    Maybe we can use the girl as a captive? She might be high up in the hierarchy. But we can't really bring her with us... perhaps we could stay here and fortify?
    >> Survivor 03/13/10(Sat)22:29 No.8572572
    Stuck at a bit of a crossroads, you heft the woman over your shoulder. Darkie and Tommy Boy look around.

    "I think we should grab some extra firepower from Shelly." Darkie said, jerking his thumb towards Shells & Shit's general direction. "They couldn't have taken /everything/ from the armory yet...I think."

    Tommy shook his head, "We've got guns already. If we try to scavenge, we'll run the risk of running smack dab into any raiders heading that way. I say we move up to the front and help where we can. The raiders are obviously already inside, and if they've got any 'bots with 'em, we'll-"

    "Need all the guns we can get!" Darkie argued, walking towards the gun shop. "But...I suppose I'll leave it up to our new chief here." He conceded, "What do you say? Get some guns first? Or head right towards the front?"
    >> Anonymous 03/13/10(Sat)22:34 No.8572587
    Head to Shelly's. At the very least we need ammo. And if need be we can bunker down.
    >> Anonymous 03/13/10(Sat)22:34 No.8572598
    Front line. We get the fuck out of here, man.
    >> Anonymous 03/13/10(Sat)22:34 No.8572608
    Guns motherfucker, then let's get whatever vehicle we can find and get the fuck out of here.
    >> Anonymous 03/13/10(Sat)22:35 No.8572614
    >> Anonymous 03/13/10(Sat)22:35 No.8572624
    Fuck it we've got enough firepower, let's stop jerking around and get to the front.
    >> Anonymous 03/13/10(Sat)22:37 No.8572661
    If they are trackers, then we better take the subtle option, let them do their jobs.
    >> Anonymous 03/13/10(Sat)22:39 No.8572683
    We've got an AK, a half empty tommy gun, a pistol, a sawn off with 5 shots, and a knife.

    We might at least see what there is.
    >> Survivor 03/13/10(Sat)22:40 No.8572708
    You debate internally for a few moments, but the urge to get some kickass firepower overwhelms your interest in getting shot by raiders. With the injured woman on your shoulder, the three of you still walking head to the front. Somewhat comforting is the fact that you hear explosions again, but only comforting in the sense of "We're still being enough of a nuisance to warrant dramatic explosions".

    Guns & Shit lies at the end of the corridor, an old bulkhead from a naval ship having been bolted to the doorway. It's sealed up tighter than a nunnery, with no wheel on the outside. There is, however, a slit to see through at about eye level. You can also hear the sound of an old radio playing an ancient rock-and-roll tune inside.
    >> Anonymous 03/13/10(Sat)22:46 No.8572737
    Bang on the door and have the militia men tell them to open up.
    >> Anonymous 03/13/10(Sat)22:46 No.8572739
    Bang on the door claiming to be militia and needing ammo and firepower. Willing to pay.
    >> Anonymous 03/13/10(Sat)22:47 No.8572748
    Knock and tell them to let you in, you need some firepower to fight raiders. Show it's you by saying your name.

    What is our name, anyway?
    >> Anonymous 03/13/10(Sat)22:47 No.8572752
    Spray a hail of bullets through the slit in case of raiders.
    >> Survivor 03/13/10(Sat)22:50 No.8572813
    You find yourself torn again as you look over the entrance. Somebody is in there, yes, but whether or not it's a friend is something else entirely.

    You turn to Tommy Boy and Darkie, inquiring about how easy it would be for them to investigate.

    "If we take our time? We could probably slip forward and back safe enough, but we won't be helping out the other boys...which just don't sit well with me, to be frank. So we could probably get there quick and safe enough if we're careful. Though I'd feel a bit better if we could nab something cool before joining the others...or just some guns in general to help out the fight."

    Ramming on metal door, the tiny slit peels back. Nobody looks through it, but somebody helps you lot out well enough.

    "Fuck off! I ain't got nothin' for ya! You're all raider chow anyways!"
    >> Anonymous 03/13/10(Sat)22:52 No.8572839
    Shoot through the hole in the door
    >> Anonymous 03/13/10(Sat)22:53 No.8572856
    "You think they are going to leave the prime loot of this place untouched if they beat us? Not happening. They'll find a way to open this and kill you to get the guns. Now the only way you've got any hope is to let us in and get some firepower so maybe we can kill these damn raiders."
    >> Survivor 03/13/10(Sat)22:54 No.8572867
    "Pay, huh?" The voice asks, "Whatcha got?"

    There's a faint clicking sound as something begins to turn the wheel on the other side. "I've still got a bit of stock left over, yeah...maybe we /can/ work something out, huh?"

    The urge to just start blasting through the thin little hole is tempting, but you don't see anybody through it. Obviously, whoever is on the other side is being cautious about showing their skin.

    Probably because you'd shoot it if given the opportunity.
    >> Anonymous 03/13/10(Sat)22:55 No.8572880
    We have one of them, they are going to find this place, ask for cooperation.
    >> Anonymous 03/13/10(Sat)22:55 No.8572883
    Eighty bucks.
    >> Anonymous 03/13/10(Sat)22:56 No.8572888
    Tell him we've got about 900 bucks, cash, some water tablets, food and some meds.

    And as soon as we see him, shoot the cunt.
    >> Anonymous 03/13/10(Sat)22:57 No.8572907
    Much appreciated. We have some cash and a diamond ring. I'm sure that we can work some sort of agreement.
    >> Anonymous 03/13/10(Sat)23:01 No.8572963
    Why agree when we can kill?
    >> Anonymous 03/13/10(Sat)23:02 No.8572978
    Because then we have both people and guns, instead of just guns.
    >> Anonymous 03/13/10(Sat)23:04 No.8573012
    Pffft this is the wasteland maim and burn seems more fun
    >> Anonymous 03/13/10(Sat)23:18 No.8573026
    When we get in let's just waste this damn scavenger. Unlike the bitch we can't use him as a hostage, guy's got no value. He's willing to let the town go under to keep some guns, no better than the raiders themselves.
    >> Survivor 03/13/10(Sat)23:19 No.8573037
    "I...err...see." The man replies, "Yes, a good point. A very good point."

    There's a hiss, "Please, come in." He says, "Quickly, though! I don't want any of them in here, taking my things! No, no, can't have that..."

    The bulkhead swung outward with a hiss of hydraulics, revealing a particularly short man...thing standing on a stairway. He was obviously a mutant, for no natural-born human was the four-foot freak he was.

    Sporting a hairless body, the mutant shopkeeper stared at the lot of you with lidless eyes. "Show the money?" He asked.

    You instead show him the fact that you're sporting a number of fair firearms. Your companions simply sport shit-eating grins as they brandish their own weapons.

    "Hey, Johnny?" Darkie asked, "I think I fuckin' like the new guy's style."

    The interior of the gunstore had mostly been looted, and probably by the militiamen before you. But even though the lockers on the outer half were devoid of everything but a few loose shotgun shells and bullets, the "Inner" half was quite well stocked with general goods.

    Though that inner half was behind a chainlink fence with a chest-height doorway built into it. A digital lock was attached to the side. A swanky piece of tech for such a cramped hovel of an arms dealer.
    >> Anonymous 03/13/10(Sat)23:24 No.8573070
    ask the midget if he know what the fuck is going on. a second thought, this place might be a good area to make a stand, but ask about any rear exits or service shafts.
    >> Anonymous 03/13/10(Sat)23:25 No.8573071
    "I think that raider chow suggestion kinda pissed me off. Can you think of a way to make me a little happier?"
    >> Anonymous 03/13/10(Sat)23:28 No.8573095
    Forgot to add, "If you make me really happy I might let you have a diamond ring I found."
    >> Survivor 03/13/10(Sat)23:28 No.8573107
    Pulling back the hammer on your shotgun in suitably dramatic fashion, the merchant's buggy eyes go even wider.

    "I, err, service exits? Yes, yes. In the back. One. To the sewers. Sealed, though, by grate. Very, err, serviceable." He replies, heading towards the door in the grate. "Err, very sorry about the comment, sir. Perhaps a discount is in order? Customer satisfaction, number one!"
    >> Anonymous 03/13/10(Sat)23:28 No.8573110
    Weapon dealers like you always keep the good stuff for yourself, so when the bad stuff's all worn out it's even more valuable. Where's the good stuff, ya little freak? Where are you hiding it? Tell us or you'll be raider chow too.
    >> Anonymous 03/13/10(Sat)23:29 No.8573126
    ask the midget if he know what the fuck is going on. a second thought, this place might be a good area to make a stand, but ask about any rear exits or service shafts. /tg/'s server has gone wonky.
    >> Anonymous 03/13/10(Sat)23:30 No.8573142
    we should try less thug with gun and more "give us guns go we can kill raiders"
    >> Anonymous 03/13/10(Sat)23:31 No.8573146
    Your last post got through man.
    >> Anonymous 03/13/10(Sat)23:33 No.8573175
    But thug with gun is so fun to play.
    >> Anonymous 03/13/10(Sat)23:33 No.8573182
    yeah, sorry bout that
    dynamic personality change to keep the shopkeeper off guard, ask him, relatively politely, what high quality weapons he's got stashed away
    >> Anonymous 03/13/10(Sat)23:34 No.8573195
    oh, and ask if he recognizes our captive
    >> Anonymous 03/13/10(Sat)23:36 No.8573227
    the more we act like thug+gun the more likely he is to fuck us over
    >> Survivor 03/13/10(Sat)23:37 No.8573242
    You try the ol' tactic of "Do what I say and you might get rewarded. Or else."

    Perhaps not the BEST tactic, but it works when you have more guns in use than the other side. The mutant backs down quite quickly, tapping at the keypad next to the fence. "In the back! The back!" He chirrups, "Please don't kill me! I, uhh, help! I know important things! I can fix things! I, uhh, uhh- I want to live!"
    >> Anonymous 03/13/10(Sat)23:39 No.8573267
    have him check our guns, leave darkie and tommy to keep an eye on him while we examine the back, ask if he has secure vault or cage to lock our captive in for safekeeping.
    >> Anonymous 03/13/10(Sat)23:45 No.8573272
    Have one of the guys watch the mutant and the girl while we load up the guns into the duffel bag.
    >> Anonymous 03/13/10(Sat)23:45 No.8573280
    Aw yeah. Let's get some of those sweet good guns. We'll check on this information he knows later.
    >> Survivor 03/13/10(Sat)23:55 No.8573356
    He shakes his head at the question of your captive's identity. "Don't now her. But will look at guns, yes...just let me leave!" He continued meekly, inspecting your AK-47 and sawed-off first. Tommy simply shakes his head at the offer, with Darkie forking over his sniper rifle without a complaint. They could kill the tiny piece of shit easily anyways.

    Slipping under the now-open doorway in the fence, you emerge on the other side. It's pretty well stocked, and you can hardly find much of a want for goods. There's toolboxes of several varieties atop the main metal desk with a pump-action shotgun taped to the underside of it. The drawers have busted locks on them and yield a smattering of ammo and cash. Three hundred dollars in loose money, two boxes of standard rifle ammunition (Totaling to about twelve magazines), and a pair of drums for the Tommy Gun. All of which are scooted across the divider, minus whatever pickings you feel like.

    There's plenty else along the racks. Deactivated drones, hydrogen cells for vehicles, even a pair of kevlar vests that have been patched up a bit. A cabinet of medical supplies is also present, with pill bottles ranging from painkillers to prescription shit like Ritalin and Marijuana. A damn good tiding as far as drugs go, as well as normal stuff like penicillin and antibiotics.

    There's also a door leading into the back room. Where the REAL heavy stuff is kept...which only causes your mouth to water slightly. Paydirt!
    >> Anonymous 03/14/10(Sun)00:01 No.8573394
    Man all of it sounds good. Stack up with as much as you can, don't forget the vests.
    >> Anonymous 03/14/10(Sun)00:03 No.8573427
    We probably don't want to be stealing overly much. Thievery is probably looked on very dimly in civilized areas of a blasted world.

    We should see if we can scrounge a gasmask lens, while we're here.
    >> Anonymous 03/14/10(Sun)00:05 No.8573469
    We want the painkillers, antibiotics, and definitely the ritalin (amphetamines are useful). Like another Anon said, we should at least TRY to pay SOMEHOW. Don't want a reputation as raiders.
    >> Anonymous 03/14/10(Sun)00:06 No.8573474
    Fuck it. The three of us are taking what we can and getting the fuck out of here.
    >> Survivor 03/14/10(Sun)00:06 No.8573477
    You take what you find reasonable. Which is to say, you loot a good portion of the medicine, stock up on the rifle ammo, and use a screwdriver to pop out the broken lens of your gasmask and wedge in a new one. Oh, and the kelvar vests. Tommy Boy takes the other vest while you strap yours on. Darkie looks content not to have one, what with being a long-range marksman and all.

    There's still that back room though, beckoning to you. As well as the unpowered drones, the little mechanical buggers waiting along the top shelf for somebody to walk up and buy them.
    >> Anonymous 03/14/10(Sun)00:09 No.8573532
    Take one drone, take a power cell too if it's not overly large. Once you have those open the backroom.
    >> Anonymous 03/14/10(Sun)00:13 No.8573592
    Fucking with the drones might not be smart. OP post says the machines got pissy and staged a revolution. Doubt these drones are smart enough to revolt, but still...
    >> Anonymous 03/14/10(Sun)00:14 No.8573616
    i would trade the 9 mill's for the pump action, give the guy the ring as payment for his trouble
    >> Anonymous 03/14/10(Sun)00:15 No.8573626
    So we're going to flee, and these two militia guys are going to go with us?
    >> Anonymous 03/14/10(Sun)00:16 No.8573653
    i don't think we're fleeing, but the again, we still dont know the tide of the battle
    >> Anonymous 03/14/10(Sun)00:18 No.8573689
    No, let's see this through. If the fight goes south on us we can escape or turn coat and join the raiders.
    >> Anonymous 03/14/10(Sun)00:20 No.8573711
    Well if we're not fleeing, who cares if the drones are dangerous? Power 'em up and point them at the raiders. They may not be useful (why else would this toad still have them?), but they might at least distract the enemy long enough for the miltia to fist-fuck them.
    >> Survivor 03/14/10(Sun)00:21 No.8573728
    Grabbing a drone and a power cell under your arm, you realize that the little bugger is actually missing just the power cell...a power cell slot that is perfectly designed for the very same device you're now carrying. Granted, you've also seen men pull off wiring a car battery into a drone for the same effect.

    But that's a concern for later! Walking towards the door, you simply turn the handle and enter. Compared to the rest of New Anchorage, this bastard could actually afford a /real/ door made of /real/ metal.

    The reason for such ornamentation is obvious enough, and you feel a sudden impulse to drop what you're holding as you look into the merchant's secret stash. The conniving little fucker...

    He could've bought his way out of whatever the raiders intended with this kind of stash! You take your sweet time looking from left to right, making a full inventory of what this little bastard accumulated from his thievery and dealings.

    There was, to the immediate left, a full-body radiation suit currently being worn by a plastic mannequin. In the mannequin's hands was an actual, genuine Smartgun. A bit of Pre-Uprising tech normally seen only in the hands of military remnants. It could tell apart different targets just by /aiming/ at them...and adjust accordingly.

    The next item in the line was a small mountain of drugs, packaged and ready for moving about. Pure meth, stored in doggy bone bags. Marijuana, easily a dozen kilos in clingwrap squares...and a few other substances tossed onto the small mountain of chems, including military drugs like self-sterilizing stimulant injectors.

    The centerpiece of the room was something that made even your mouth water.
    >> Night Elf 03/14/10(Sun)00:25 No.8573783
    plasma rifle plz!
    >> Anonymous 03/14/10(Sun)00:26 No.8573792
    tell tommy and darkie to come in(bringing the man) we don't want to sacrifice moral or generate paranoia
    >> Anonymous 03/14/10(Sun)00:26 No.8573800
    is it a PENIS?
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    >> Survivor 03/14/10(Sun)00:29 No.8573854
    In the center of the room, situated on a handmade holding rack and gleaming in the dim light like the treasure it was, was what appeared to be some kind of energy weapon. It had a vaguely tubular shape, with a large slot in the middle for power cells to go into. At its tip was an outward-stretching cone that ended in four elongated points.

    This crazy fucking midget had, somehow, got his hands on an Exterminator energy cannon. Generally speaking, that was on par with being able to domesticate a T-Rex with only a fisherman's knife. It wasn't a perfect adaption to human use, but it LOOKED functional enough, what with a trigger and such.

    The second-best thing in the room was to the immediate right. Amongst a stack of seemingly priceless paintings (But actually pretty useless to you immediately. Honestly, who wanted a painting of some smiling bitch?) was a rack of six M16s. M16s with scopes, drum magazines, and underslung grenade launchers. All nice and orderly in a single metal footlocker.

    Of course, this raised the question of WHY that little prick had so much firepower stacked into one room, but what did you care of him smuggling or whatever? Those toys were YOURS now!
    >> Night Elf 03/14/10(Sun)00:33 No.8573920
    guns get! Plasma rifle/energy weapon same thing
    get all the guns n amo u can carry, M16 with scope and drum mags with moar amo should be good
    does the Energy weapon recharge on its own/have unlimited batteries?
    >> Anonymous 03/14/10(Sun)00:35 No.8573943
    kill the midget, tommy and darkie are now guards, the shop is now ours, we have no motivation to waste time adventuring, simply overtake the transactions and wealth of the shop. live like a king.
    >> Anonymous 03/14/10(Sun)00:36 No.8573959
    Do not want M-16.

    It's a jamming jamrifle.

    Anyway, we might want to know what country we're in - it'll determine what rifle we should be carrying. The AK-47 is chambered in a round we stand almost no real chance of finding in decent quantity in the U.S.
    >> Anonymous 03/14/10(Sun)00:37 No.8573977
    Consider restraining the mutant. He likely has several weapons stashed in unassuming places, as well as security measures for such situations. You also assume that he would buy his safety with his contraband - yet wasn't the threat of raiders why he allowed numerous armed strangers inside to poke around?
    Also, have the guy with the Tommy-gun watch your back, unless the front door was locked.
    >> Survivor 03/14/10(Sun)00:37 No.8573982
    You don't really know off the top of your head how the weapon actually functions. You've only heard rumors about how energy weapons like that are even USED, and that generally involves an entire squad of troopers getting killed horribly.

    Actually quite workable, but there's two main factors putting a problem to that: The raiders are still bearing down on you, and you don't know who that midget mutant has been dealing with.
    >> Anonymous 03/14/10(Sun)00:39 No.8574015
    smart money says he was dealing with the raiders or some equivalent force, tie him up like the chick and order your men to begin setting up defense positions, go out and check on the progress of the battle
    >> Anonymous 03/14/10(Sun)00:39 No.8574016
    I like this thread.
    >> Survivor 03/14/10(Sun)00:40 No.8574032
    Country lines have been blurred a bit thanks to ROBOT APOCALYPSE, but as it stands you're currently in the U.S. of A. Or, to be more specific, the nuclear wasteland of the East Coast.

    The front door is lockABLE, mainly because it uses hydraulics to open or shut. Granted, if you use that, your only way in or out will be to go directly into the sewers.
    >> Anonymous 03/14/10(Sun)00:40 No.8574043
    How do those drones function? Is it general knowledge, ie can we set them up with confidence? If they can provide fire support, get a few online ASAP.
    >> Survivor 03/14/10(Sun)00:44 No.8574092
    Stocked up on munitions, you could probably do a quick run out of there and back, but the silence once more doesn't indicate much good.

    Generally common knowledge. You could get three of them up-and-running with the current power cell supply, and they're operated by identifying yourself as the "operator" during their startup sequence. They can follow most verbal commands from there.

    Well, thanks for the feedback! I was about to wrap up sometime soon...but glad you liked it.

    Also, would anybody mind if we stopped here for tonight? Assume you guys get the drones up and running, and continue from then on tomorrow?
    >> Anonymous 03/14/10(Sun)00:44 No.8574100
    Let's make sure the little bugger has nothing on him and then start interrogating him. He's cowardly enough that just threatenng him with the knife should get us information.
    >> Anonymous 03/14/10(Sun)00:46 No.8574130
    That'd be fine, same time tomorrow?
    >> Anonymous 03/14/10(Sun)00:48 No.8574154
    So just to list what we're going to do:
    1. Tie up and gag the mutie, put somewhere away from weapons and in sight.
    2. Close hydraulic door, switch off the music we heard earlier.
    3. Have tommy watch the sewers, get drones up and running, set us four as friendlies.
    4. Put on vests, take choice equipment, establish a defensive position, go out and kill raiders.
    Any other suggestions?
    >> Survivor 03/14/10(Sun)00:48 No.8574166
    Sounds good...just archive it, please? I'd like to read anything I missed tomorrow morning.
    >> Anonymous 03/14/10(Sun)00:49 No.8574180
    Sadly, then, we're probably going to want a piece-of-shit M-16. Better take the pump-action shotgun, though, and some slug rounds.
    >> Night Elf 03/14/10(Sun)00:54 No.8574268
    lock doors power up drones and have them fire out windows adding to your overall firepower
    use the plasma rifle. Itll make it look like u have alot of people in the building.
    Providing they fall back, then theres a chance that you may be able to escape thru the sewers

    also commisar that faggoty midget (BLAM THE FUCKER)
    >> Dastard Bastard !aYK4KNSE9U 03/14/10(Sun)01:13 No.8574599
    >> Anonymous 03/14/10(Sun)01:27 No.8574847
    Today we manned The Wall. Nobody likes it and nobody is given a choice about it.

    People come to The Wall you turn them away. Doenst matter what reason they're there for just that you send them packing. You'll get people from the zones that have somehow made it this far begging for food, water, anything really. Sometimes they'll say they've got skills or money or information... Even say they havent been over their rad dosage. So tell him to stand at the yellow line while you get a guy or two to keep a gun on 'em. Then you step out through the gate with an old counter to check him.

    Stupid ones try to rush the gate. Even the tough ones drop pritty fast when they go over the line. Smarter ones try to bribe you when you're checking 'em.

    Had one guy, looked normal enough, said he'd made off with a haul of Jewlery from some nowhere survivor camp. Even offered me some if I got him inside. All I did was wave the counter over some of his 'jewery' and waited for it to spike.
    It did.

    I told him 'buyer beware' and sent him packing back down the road he'd come in from. If the people he'd stole from didnt catch him he would have been dead in a couple days from rad poisoning.

    And this is why you always turn people away when you're manning The Wall.

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