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Last time on Fallout Quest:
Ltcdr. Harvey “Stormy” Weathers escaped from the wild wasteland of O'ahu and from the clutches of the merciless Lana'i Raiders. Sailing on a small raft with the ghoul Fudge Face, his new ally, Stormy decided to make a short detour to the green island of Maui after spotting a fiery civil disturbance in the port town of Kahului. Once ashore, he discovered that an outlaw tribe of amazon roller-girls had kidnapped a dozen young children in a brutal raid on the suburbs. Along the way, Stormy met a strange young samurai whose goals seem to coincide with his own. We left our hero suffering from a bad case of future shock, and in need of a strong drink.

Episode 3 “A woman's place is in the DOME”

“I need a god damn drink. What do you say, lady?” you ask the woman, as you hastily make your way out of the suburbs.
“Are you a Gunslinger?” she asks, her tone flat and even.
“Well, I have been known to sling a gun or two when the occasion calls for it, not to brag.”
“You are not a Gunslinger,” she then states. God. The way this woman talks is just too bizarre. It's like she's radioing you from another planet –and not a nearby planet like Mars either. This chick is way out past Pluto. She introduces herself to you, “I am Laura Kahananui, of the Fountain of Life, of the Grand Whoosh Temple, from the Smelt Down Tribe on Kahoʻolawe.”
“Wow. That's... Mind if I just call you 'Laura'?” you ask. “So you're like a samurai or something?”
“Yes. I am a wandering Soda-Pop Samurai. I have left my temple and come to Maui on a vision-quest.”
“A vision what now?”
“I must defeat the Kahuna Mīkini Zaz-oo-Zaz.”
“Um... I understood the word 'defeat'.”
“Zaz-oo-zaz is a cruel science-wizard who dwells in a steel fortress high atop the mountain of Haleakalā. From his stronghold, he spreads strife and turmoil across the island by giving his arcane machines to unworthy tribes of raiders and killers,” she explains. “At the Fountain, it was revealed to me in a vision that I must come to Maui and slay Zaz-oo-zaz. But before I can face him, I must first destroy five of his mīkini that trouble the land. And after seeing what happened here today, I believe I am close to finding one of the evil machines...”

cont.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ztFHvNwRb6Q

>>36742488
Announce on twitter

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>>36742590
You rub your temples. “Look, Laura, I gotta meet a friend of mine at a bar. Why don't we talk about your... uh... vision quest over a few drinks.” You didn't find out much about the attacks on the suburbs, or the child kidnappings, but apparently this woman knows what happened and why. She can provide all details, if you can decipher what the hell she's saying. You're a military man, Stormy, you like crisp uniforms, tight schedules, clear orders, and plain English words without too many syllables. Listening to this chick's freaky beatnik jazz is making your head swim. You leave the suburbs with her, heading down to meet your leper ally.

Fudge Face arranged to meet you at a local bar in Kahului near the central fortress, which is named, not unexpectedly, 'Fort Steve'. Supposedly it was named after a hero of the Plastics, the first man who left the underground vault after the radiation had fallen to safe levels. Thirty years underground had driven the Plastics insane, but they must have struck on a few good ideas down there, because their strange way of life continues to the present day, long after it's necessary for survival. Heck, maybe it's great being Steve and Brenda. They seem happy enough with their identical personalities and identical faces.

Pull your dick out

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There aren't many places that serve both normal people and lepers in Kahului. The Plastics, who place a lot of importance on appearance, think the lepers are too vile to associate with, and the tribals consider all lepers to be 'kapu', forbidden. Fudge had to find a low-down dive owned by a Californian who cares more about making money than breaking social taboos. The saloon is a smoky hole-in-the-wall next to a small rubber factory where locals and workers can stop in for cheap booze after a long work shift. Even in the middle of the day, people are here drinking hard liquor, playing cards, and listening to rock music on the jukebox; a few of them look like they've been at it since last night. A long bar covers the back wall, and the owner serves drinks and fried chunks of meat on bamboo skewers.

“Holy shit. You caught an amazon already?” Fudge says as he swivels around on his bar stool. “You're good.”
“No, this here lady's a Samurai not an amazon. But Laura does know what's up with those raids.”
“Aloha Malahini Kaleponi,” Laura says to the leper.
“Aloha” he replies dryly and then thumbs at his chest. “And I'll have you know that I'm a citizen of this fair republic.”
You say, “Laura, I'm glad to see you don't have any prejudices against lepers.” That's a nice change of pace.
“Of course. Only a fool would judge someone by their grotesque appearance.”
“Gee, thanks,” Fudge says, “You found yourself a real charmer here, Stormy.”

You and the Samurai slide up to the bar, and order drinks. A whiskey would be good, but Rum is the drink of the day, as far more sugar cane grows on Maui than barley and rye. Laura orders a soda called 'Citrus Sting' that's unhealthy shade of bright green and which comes served in a large glass with a plastic straw.

cont.

“Hey that reminds me. I have some real Nuka Cola,” you say, taking out your last one and grabbing a bottle opener from the bar. “Maybe I'll have myself a Rum and Cola.”

Laura's eyes widen at the sight of your blue glass bottle.

“Is that... Is that a real Nuka Cola? An Old World artifact?” she says, her voice filled with religious awe.
“Sure is. Want some?”
She bows her head and says, “I am deeply humbled by your generosity.”
“It's no big deal. I found this in a working vending machine on O'ahu. Didn't even pay for it.”
Suddenly she grabs your wrist before you can pop the cap. “Are you saying, Weathers, that this Nuka Cola has been kept cold for these past centuries?” she asks, placing a special emphasis on the word 'cold'.
“Well not as cold as me, but yeah. It was in an Nuka vending machine with an atomic battery. I always thought that was dumb advertising gimmick, but it kept this bottle fresh. It's still carbonated and everything.”
“A bottle of the True Cola,” she gasps. “This... is a sacred treasure you have found.”
“Did somebody say treasure?” Fudge says, leaning in. “How much is a bottle like this worth exactly? Let's say? On the open market?”
“To my people, it has a price beyond pearls. Its spiritual value transcends any mere material goods.”
“Damn. I knew she was gonna say something like that,” Fudge says.
“To taste the Original Formula as the ancients tasted it is too great an honor for one such as me,” she says. “I cannot ask you for a boon this great,Weathers.”

You look at the bottle, but don't get what the big deal is. It's just a Nuka Cola to you. “Wow, now I feel bad for drinking a couple them on the boat ride over here.”

cont.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nMWUF3LYd88

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What should you do with this refreshing artifact, Stormy?

[] A. Keep it for later. It has a price beyond pearls!
[] B. Fuck it. Let's drink it.
[] C. Give her the bottle. It's just a soda after all.
[] D. Offer to trade the bottle for her help.
[] E. Tell her where the vending machine is. There's like a hundred more in there.
[] F. Other.

>>36742807
>[] B. Fuck it. Let's drink it.
>[] C. Give her the bottle. It's just a soda after all.
We going back for that machine, though.
We can make a killing with that.

>>36742807
>C

>>36742807
>[] B. Fuck it. Let's drink it.
and share, of course
>[] E. Tell her where the vending machine is. There's like a hundred more in there.
ghouls are healed by rads and we have a suit, that shouldn't be too hard to bring it back, right?

oh, and you forgot to link the thread in your twitter post

>>36742950
I mentioned that as well, the only reason i found it was because i thought he forgot agian after 4 minutes pass 4.

>>36742807
>a and e

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>>36743036
keep it
>>36742856
>>36742877
drink and share
>>36743036
>>36742877
Tell her location

“Come on, it's just a Nuka Cola,” you say as you pop off the bottle cap. “It's best as a mixer for rum.”
You pour part of it into your lowball of rum and then pass her the rest of the bottle. “Here, you can sample some of that Old World magic. And you'd better drink it now, or it'll go flat.”
She holds the old Nuka Cola in her hands like you passed her the Holy Grail. Man, Stormy, these Samurai really take their soft drinks seriously. It doesn't make much sense to you, as a visitor from the Twenty First Century, but then, nothing has mad such sense you stumbled out of that icebox. Laura puts her straw into the bottle and hesitantly takes a sip.
“This subtle mix of fruit flavors. The . It's just as the elders said. Truly this taste can't be beat,” She bows her head to you and says, “I am forever grateful to you, Weathers. Should I die on my perilous quest, I can do so without regrets.”
“That's grim,” “Try to lighten up a little, lady, it's happy hour. And don't worry about the bottle, I can tell you where to find a whole vending machine full of them on O'ahu.”
“This is amazing news, Weathers, and I would travel there at once, but I must stay on Maui until the Kahuna Mikini is dead,” she says regretfully. “But if you take this information to the elders at the Fountain of Life on Kahoʻolawe, they will be most grateful, and perhaps will reward you with a vision quest of your own.”

[] A. Cut to the chase. Ask what she knows about abductions.
[] B. Ask more about her quest/ freaky Samurai business.
[] C. Ask Fudge what he found out.
[] D. Other

>>36743267
C& B

>>36743267
>ABC

>>36743267
>[] C. Ask Fudge what he found out.
>[] B. Ask more about her quest/ freaky Samurai business.
>[] A. Cut to the chase. Ask what she knows about abductions.

>>36743267
>C

>>36743267
>C and B

>>36743339
>ABC
Also a series of chain booze shops in Hawaii.

I'd go >AC
We have plenty of time to ask about samurai business,

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>>36743306
>>36743339
>>36743362
>>36743363
>>36743414
>>36743456
(Okay, we'll talk to Fudge first, and then Laura)


“What did you find out, Fudge?”
“For one, that those amazons are serious as a heart attack. They've killed dozens of people in this town and even more across the rest of the island. You're crazy if you want to take on savages like that, but there is an up side to it. Check 'em out,” the Californian says as he tosses a stack of papers in front of you.
“What's this?”
“Money, that's what.” The documents are printed on cheap newsprint and the ink bleeds out making the pictures and letters somewhat blurry, but you can see these are basically wanted posters detailing information on notorious local raiders. Fudge continues, “The Rally-Cats have been attacking HR citizens, so I checked at the government office to see if they offered any rewards. These bounties are what I found. There's a two string price on the head of the tribe's chieftess, 'Skate Matron Matilda'. That's two hundred pearls. Which is two thousand caps, give or take. Which is I-don't-how-many dollars, but enough for a shoe shine and a haircut, that's for damn skippy.”
“Money, huh?”
“If you're goin' up there up anyway –which I don't recommend, but if you do, you might as well earn some cash right? And this is just the official list, so you might also get a reward from the Plastics for returning their lost people.”
“I guess I will need money eventually. Hadn't really thought that far ahead.”

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>>36743306
>>36743339
>>36743362
>>36743414
>>36743456
Samurai Quest and Abductions.


“So how did you get into the Samurai business?” You ask, trying to find common ground with the strange warrior.

She responds, “At a young age my parents sent me to the Grand Whoosh Temple on the Big Island. There I trained in ancient fighting styles that have been passed down to us from the Old World lore known as 'kung-fu flicks'. After many years of study, and after learning everything the masters had to teach, I traveled to the only place where I could further increase my skills: The Soda Fountain of Life. It was there that I first tasted the wisdom of the elder alchemists and the High Soda Jerk. Under their guidance my goal changed from mastering fighting techniques to something far more meaningful. Now, I seek spiritual effervescence through hardships and trials, my blades working to bring balance to the land and peace to the common kanaka. It was in a spiritual fugue state, while being refreshed with the mystical taste of citrus, that I received my vision of Zaz-oo-zaz, the corrupt Kahuna Mikini, and knew I must slay him.”

Yep. No common ground here. You should have seen that coming. Fortunately the liquor has cured your headache and is helping you deal with all this madness. It's like surfing, Stormy. You just have to relax and ride the wave.

“OK. So you've come here on your quest to kill the wizard. But what does he have to do with roller skating amazons?”

cont.

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>>36743795
“For many generations, the amazon tribe called the Rally-Cats have lived in their Old World structure in Waikapu, still practicing the hana kahiko called 'roller-skating'. They were a minor tribe, sometimes violent, but mostly secretive and withdrawn. They took in orphans, recruited stray girls, abducted travelers from the road, or sometimes rumbled with other outlaws to claim their women-folk as prize. But that all changed when Zaz-oo-zaz began to spread his mīkini across the island. Now the Rally-Cats make violent raids on the settlements of Maui, even daring to attack the mighty Plastics in their suburban strongholds. And with each girl-child they abduct, the power of the Rally-Cats grows.
“The Kahuna Mikini's devil-machine has altered the bodies and minds of the roller-skaters, making them into bloodthirsty giants. The smallest of their tribe stands a head taller than me, and weighs twice as much. They are fearless fighters who prefer to crush their enemies in hand-to-hand combat rather than do battle with firearms. Of course, one amazon is no match for a Samurai, but in numbers the Rally-Cats are quite dangerous even to me, for they hunt as a pack and move with startling speed across paved surfaces.”
“Zaz-oo-zaz's mikini, as well as the recently abducted children, will be found in their silvery Dome in Waikapu, a short voyage inland from here. And so that is where my vision quest takes me...”

You interrupt, “Wai-wai-wait. Dome? Did you say dome? Hey, I remember when they built that thing!” you exclaim, surprised that you recognize a piece of this crazy puzzle.

cont.

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>>36743903
“Yeah! It's a big geodesic dome that covers a roller rink. And it's got a minigolf course and a bowling alley and other wholesome family fun. It's the kind of place tourists take their kids. If I recall it's called the Astro-Rink.”
“You must be mistaken, Weathers, for the Dome is an artifact of the Old World,” Laura says, “built before the Great War.”
“Right right,” you say. “Anyway, that place would make a pretty serious hideout. Were you planning to assault the Rally Cats by yourself?”
“A Samurai must walk her own path,” she says...

[] A. Try to dissuade her. That's suicide.
[] B. Offer to help. Let's go.
[] C. Wish her good luck with that.
[] D. You need more info before deciding.
[] E. Other.

>>36743960
>B. Offer to help. Let's go.

>>36743960
[] B. Offer to help. Let's go.
we should probably see if we can buy some extra equipment first.
maybe Fudge can let us borrow a bit of his money..

>>36743960
>[x] B. Offer to help. Let's go.
Yeah, we know the lay of the land already. This also sounds pretty sketchy.

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>>36743978
>>36744028
>>36744067
Helpful

Laura shakes her head, “No, Weathers. It's quite likely I won't survive this battle, so it's far too dangerous for an untrained person you.”
“I'm trained. I'm a professional pilot and military officer.”
“But you are not trained to fight hand to hand against these rolling monsters,” she objects.
“Then it's a perfect partnership. You can do the fighting and I'll do the shooting. You'll be like my bodyguard.”
“I'm not a bodyguard.”
“Then it's settled then, partner!”
“It's not settled.”
You argue with the headstrong Samurai for awhile, trying to make her see reason, or at least wear her down until she agrees. Your main point is that, although she might be able to destroy the mikini—whatever it is—she can't do that and rescue the abducted Plastic children at the same time. You doubt Laura has a way with kids, judging by her rough manner with adults. Things seem to be going well, or at least you're enjoying spending some time at a cheap bar with friends—that hasn't changed much since your time—and the bar seems more lively and fun with each drink.

Until a man in black strides through the door, that is.

He carries two revolvers on his belt, one on his right hip and the other cross drawn from the left side, and he has a third gun strapped high on his chest. A bulky microcomputer is fitted over the gunman's left forearm, its screen blinking with green characters. The high-tech cowboy lifts the brim of his hat and scans the room with cold gray eyes. A hush falls over the saloon, all the conversations die away, and even the record on the jukebox stops playing.

“I'm lookin' fer a Soda-Pop Samurai,” he announces, “goes by the name of Kahananui.”

cont.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tgvxu8QY01s

>>36744278
We are killing him for that.

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>>36744278
The friendly atmosphere of the saloon vanishes and is replaced by a tense silence. The people in the bar are frozen in their seats, too frightened to speak, too shocked to look away from the man in black whose right hand hovers above his shootin' iron. After an unbearably long pause, Laura slowly swivels on her barstool to face the gunman while calmly taking the last sip of Nuka Cola through her straw. “Wkrkrkrkrkrkrkrkrkrkrkr...” The empty-bottle soda-slurp has the effect of a fire alarm; the patrons are all up in an instant, rushing for the exit as quick as they can. The cowboy steps aside as the spooked herd stampedes past him. The bartender discretely grabs his cashbox and retires to the kitchen. The only two people left to witness this dramatic showdown are you and Fudge Face, who scoots a few stools away from the Samurai.

“You've entered an enclosed space, Gunslinger, and stepped within the mind-zone of my hana kahuna” Laura says, as calm and factual as ever. “Why put yourself at such a fatal disadvantage?”
“I ain't no assassin,” he spits. “I came to challenge you to a fair fight, not shoot you in the back.”
“Then I decline. Your pitiful attempt at revenge could only distract me from my vision-quest.”
“This ain't about revenge, girlie. I gotta prove my master wasn't no lunkhead to get cut up by a soda-fiend like you. This a matter of honor," he says, "for the Spinning-Vipers School."
“You leave me no choice. At what hour and at how many paces do you wish to begin our duel?”

cont.

>>36744421
It turns out that Laura is not a popular lady—surprise—and that she's has made a few enemies while on her vision-quest beyond science wizards and outlaw raiders. A bloody showdown, Samurai vs. Gunslinger, is about to unfold on the dusty streets of Kahului, like a scene out of a Hollywood movie. What are you doing, Stormy?

[] A. Keep out of it. These people are dangerous. And crazy.
[] B. Butt in. Calm people down. Blessed are the peacekeepers.
[] C. Butt in. Threaten the Cowboy.
[] D. Watch for a while longer.
[] E. Other

>>36744487
>[] D. Watch for a while longer.

>>36744487
>C. Butt in. Threaten the Cowboy.
Lets make sure we get that fuckers pipboy.

>>36744487
>[] B. Butt in. Calm people down. Blessed are the peacekeepers.
if he just wants to prove himself, maybe he could join us on that attack against the amazons...

>>36744487

>Butt in. Threaten the Cowboy.

>>36744487
D

>>36744487
[] B. Butt in. Calm people down. Blessed are the peacekeepers

>>36744487
>[] B. Butt in. Calm people down. Blessed are the peacekeepers.

>>36744487
>D. Watch for a while longer.
He wants to die, so lets let him, plus this is free loot.

>>36744487
>[x] Other
"Space it at ten feet. At that range an attacker armed with a sword and a shooter have a roughly equal chance."

>>36744487
>[] B. Butt in. Calm people down. Blessed are the peacekeepers.

you know if you want to prove you have more skill than the lass how about you do something good for the people round hear as your at it?

have him tag along helping save the kids who ever gets the most amazons is the superior warrior ?

>>36744632
sword not bare hands with a sword its more like 20 but it all depends on how tall the swordsman is

>>36744632
Seconded

>>36744800
Drawing the sword also takes some time, effort, and coordination, though it does add some distance to your arm length.

10 feet is still about fair.

>>36744764
Yeah, no point in trying to restore honor if your action will tarnish that honor in the same breath.

>>36744508
>>36744553
>>36744574
watch

>>36744513
>>36744546
threaten

>>36744519
>>36744554
>>36744556
>>36744764
calm

(OK. Writin now. Just stepped out to buy a Coke, because writing about soda made me want one.)

>>36744850
>that horrible feel when the nuka store hasn't restoked in forever
i want to try it

>>36744850
“Hey, wait just a minute there, Cowboy,” you say, trying to break up the tense mood between the two professional killers. “Let's just hold up on this little duel to the death.”
“This ain't got nothin to do with you, greenhorn,” he says.
“Well, I'm talkin' to a lady, so that makes it my business,” you bluff, trying to come up with some on-the-fly Cowboy logic.
“I reckon you got a point there, fella,” he shrugs. Great. That worked.
“This is none of your business, Weathers,” the Samurai says.
“God damn it, Laura,” you shout. “Don't step on my cool lines. And this is too my business. You agreed to be my bodyguard, so if you die in some duel, it will mess up my plans.”
“I never agreed to that.”
“Well, you were about to.”

cont.

>>36745139
“There's no need to worry. I've dispatched three of these Gunslingers already, and this one looks even less capable than the others,” she says, and the cowboy inhales sharply. Damn. You need to calm people down, Stormy, or at least stall them for awhile why to try to think something up. So, you ask the Gunslinger:
“So, what exactly happened, mister? Why are you trying to start a fight with my Samurai?”
“This here fancified blade-juggler cut down my teacher, the founder of the Spinning-Vipers School. As his pupil, I hafta avenge Master Frank's death and restore honor to the Gunslingers.”
Laura shrugs, “Your master guarded one of the five mikini. I followed my quest, he stood by his code; we battled. It was as inevitable as bubbles rising to the top of a glass. There is no need for revenge and nothing to prove. I soundly defeated the man and showed that his school is nothing to an enlightened warrior of the Fountain of Life.” She has a real talent for nettling people. The man in black is getting red in the face.
“I got somethin to prove,” he hisses. “That the Spinning Vipers School has the fastest guns in the Pacific, or my name ain't William Marvel.”
“I'm ready when you are,” Laura says.

Shit. Maybe you drank too much rum. Your head is spinning and it's hard to concentrate. Think fast, Stormy!

[]A. Other________

>>36745183
Grab some more rum. Might as well enjoy the show.

>>36745183
>>36744764
offer this as an alternative that way the only one who dies are kid stealing crazes.

>>36745183
ask him more about this "spinning vipers school"
that should distract his attention away from her, and leave him a chance to cool down

and if he's the last of his clan, maybe we can convince him it'd be a waste to die like that

>>36745183
Shoot him.

>>36745183
>[]A. Other________

"Then we settle this with a bet. William, if you kill more amazons than Laura, you'll have proven that your school is faster, and Laura will have to admit so and apologize. If Laura wins, then she is proven correct, and you'll have to go on a quest to obtain a bottle of Nuka-cola for her."

>>36745183
>[]A. Other________
There's a saying where I come from, "You cannot go ahead while you are getting even."

Alright, so you kill the Samurai. What then? You've got a body, a reputation (not a good one either), and jack-shit else. You're still gonna be the only person in your school and now you have the reputation of a killer that's gonna bring more samurai down on your head. So how about a counter-offer. We're fixing to save some children and take down some marauding murderers of men. You come with us, prove that you're better than Ms. Steels and Sword by doing something honorable and just, by saving children and striking down villains. You'll prove to these people that the School of Spinning Vipers is the best in the land.

>>36745183
Drink some more, we tried at least, plus we want that fucking pipboy.

>>36745183
>>36745274
This. Fuck fighting fair.

>>36745183
She is just egg him on more, why don't we do this?
>>36744632

>>36745290
>>36745183
There's about equal amounts of write-ins for violence and a challenge, but few unique votes for diplomacy. So I'm gonna consolidate support for the latter but supporting this one.

Formal vote for old world wisdom.

>>36745183
Lay down the law that ms samurai's hot head is putting children's lives in danger. She's so busy being a braggart that she's not only endangering the lives of those children but also her own quest when she herself admitted she wasn't likely to survive this encounter.

>>36745290
Then this.

>>36745290
I'll support this one.

>>36745266
>>36745290
>>36745384
start a competition/bet
>>36745274
>>36745312
shoot
>>36745244
>>36745293
watch

(Looks like diplomacy. Writing now.)

>>36745446

“Look, guy. uh.. Mr. Marvel. Win or lose, the only thing you're going to prove is that you're just another bloody minded killer, not that much different from the outlaws and raiders. And if you manage to kill Laura and claim the title of fastest gun, it will just be a matter of time before someone else comes to take that title away from you. I've seen enough cowboy movies to know how that goes.”
“I'll deal with those clowns when the time comes,” he answers.
“But what about today? Your duel is stopping me from saving a bunch of kidnapped Plastic kids.” You say.
“Plastics?” he asks. It seems you struck a nerve by mentioning the local tribe, so you keep giving him a guilt trip.
“Yeah. They got stolen from the pink suburbs just this morning. The Rally Cats have taken them to their Murder-Rink.” The Gunslinger looks very uneasy at this news. “Do you want the Spinning Vipers school to be known for dueling or saving kids?”

Laura scoffs at you idea, “Impossible, Weathers. My form is better suited for close quarters combat. With his slow reloading time and poor defense, the Rally-Cats would crush this Gunsliner.”
“Hell, no. I could shoot twelve of those slow-rollin' Nancys, before they got within spittin' distance,” The Gunslinger objects.
Laura shakes her head, “There will be heavily armored warriors among the amazons. Your weapons are simply inadequate for this task.”
“You sayin' I can't pound nails with these hammers? Shootin' a man-in-a-can is the Spinning-Vipers' speciality. {Ain't no saloon without a backdoor, ain't no armor without a weak point},” he says, and it sounds like he's quoting something.

cont.

>>36745764
William Marvel says, “{If there ain't no dollars, there ain't no deal},” and again it's like some prayer-book quote. “I don't do charity work. Especially not for Soda-Pop Samurai.”
“Well, there is a reward for the skate-queen, or whatever the hell she's called. And a maybe rewards for saving kids. So that's money for ya.” Logic! You don't know how many lowballs of rum you've had, Stormy, but they're helping to grease the ol' brain cogs after all. You look to the barman to order another and then you remember he ducked for cover.
“Plastics,” the man in black groans. After some time of internal deliberation he says, “You're on. We'll see who can take the most heads, but that don't mean our duel is off, Samurai. We still got a score to settle after this little trip.”
“Do whatever your code compels you to, Gunslinger. I'll accept your help or your challenge.”

“I'm glad you've all come to agreement,” you say, even though it seems a pretty shaky alliance. “Now we need to prepare for assault on the Dome.”

“You're a pretty sly guy,” Fudge whispers to you. Preferring money over violence, the ghoul seems to appreciate your wily misdirection of these feuding killers.

cont.

>>36745764
So what sort of plasma gun are we packing? So far as I could tell it's a pistol, but I can't tell whether it's regular ammo or a microfusion breeder, since I can't recall whether we've ever reloaded.

>>36745859
We've reloaded.

>>36745859
Regular ammo, but it packs more of a punch than a normal plasma pistol, I think it was a prototype.

>>36745848
William Marvel and Laura Kahananui go to gather some equipment, which leaves you time to prepare as well. You're to meet up with the unlikely pair at sundown on the road out of town. Before she leaves, she looks disapprovingly at your robot and says:
“Weathers, our mission requires a stealthy approach and a rapid escape. Your giant glowing eye will make that difficult.”
“Oh, yeah,” you say. “He can be a nuisance.”

What are you going to do about Buzz, Stormy? He only listens to you when he feels like it. You can't make him darken his lights, turn down the volume on his radio, wait, scout ahead, roll over, or fetch thrown sticks. He's a pest. But sometimes he's helpful, like when he decides to spy on other people's private conversations. If you bring him with you, he might help or hurt your chances. If you take him into the robo-shop, he will be out of your hair, but you might miss something only his sensors can pick up.

[] A. Let him tag along. High chaos.
[] B. Take him in to the shop.
[] C. Other.

>>36746045

>[] B. Take him in to the shop.

>>36746045
>[] B. Take him in to the shop.

>>36746045
>[] A. Let him tag along. High chaos.

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>>36745859
I should make an equipment sheet.
Your Destructoluxe uses microfusion packs, and can shoot six blasts per pack. You have, I think, nine packs left.

>>36746045
[] C. Other.
take him to the robot shop for a quick fix, that can only help

>>36745764
>Your weapons are simply inadequate for this task.”
Girl, you ain't got room to talk.
Unless you've got an armor piercing katana.

>>36746126
>implying her katana wasn't folded over 1 million times
>implying she can't cut through steel blocks with ease

>>36746045
>[] B. Take him in to the shop.

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>>36746065
>>36746072
>>36746181
shop
>>36746086
tag along

After asking around for directions to the best, nearest, or cheapest robot shops in the city of Kahului, it turns out all three are the same, because there is only one robot-fixer-upper in town: Steve's Technological Refitting and Recycling Center, which is more or less a big junkyard for all sorts of things, including robots. The main entrance is flanked with a pair of modified Protectrons. One robot has a flame-thrower mounted in its chest and the other has chainsaws for hands, and both are painted with red flames like you might see on the side of a hot-rod car. You don't know if the pair of guardians were meant to fight more effectively, to intimidate would-be trespassers, or to showcase Steve's mechanical skills, but you do know that they look pretty neat. You've come to the right place. Inside the gate there are four or five worker Steves in blue jumpsuits and a boss Steve who can be identified by his giant belt filled with electronic tools.

[] A. Look over the junkyard's wares.
[] B. Sell some of your robo scraps.
[] C. Get an estimate on Buzz.
[] D. Other

>>36746313
>[x] D. Other
Sell some scrap, and see if we can pack a few more MF cells.

>>36746313
>Ask steve if he could improve and repair Buzz.

>>36746313
>[] A. Look over the junkyard's wares.
>[] B. Sell some of your robo scraps.
>[] C. Get an estimate on Buzz.

>>36746313
Ask if they can look after Buzz for a bit.

>>36746313
>[] B. Sell some of your robo scraps.
add a bit of ammo if that's really needed
>[] D. Other
see what this guy can do to improve/fix Buzz and at what cost

>>36746399
>>36746357
>>36746352
>>36746351
Ammo and price check.

You decide that right before a raid on the raiders, it would be a good idea to get some more ammo for your pistol. The junkyard doesn't have any weapons, but it does have an assortment of batteries and energy cells, including the microfusion packs you need. They cost 10 pearls each. So you trade in some of the scrap looted from the old base on O'ahu, exchanging one Facial ID chip for two fusion packs. Your belt is now full, 10 packs, and you have another one in your Destructoluxe. The boss Steve is very impressed with the chip, which is impossible to reproduce with modern equipment. You can't help but think that if the people of Vault 88 had one of these two hundred years ago, they wouldn't have needed mandatory plastic surgery to survive, and you wouldn't be talking to Steve right now.

He offers you 20 for the other chip and 30 for the laser parts, adding up to half a string. But before you cash these in, you listen to the services and prices he offers.

“I can recharge the eye-bot, tune him up, and clean all the gunk form his gears, no problem. But reprogramming him is more difficult,” Steve says. “To give him a new job, like housekeeping or combat, he would need another behavior chip. So I can't do that, but I can reboot him. After a hard reset, I can toggle his settings so that he sees you as his user instead of a target. He will obey your orders, but his abilities will be limited to simple commands and anything related to guard-duty, like patrolling an area or chasing a trespasser.”
“Yeah, I'm familiar with that one,” you groan.
“So 5 pearls for a tune up and 10 for a reboot. You'll have to leave him here while we work on him.”

[] A. Sounds good. Pay with some scrap.
[] B. Sounds good. Trade in all scrap for pearls.
[] C. Maybe later. Keep scrap and Buzz.
[] D. Other.

>>36746732
>[] A. Sounds good. Pay with some scrap.
Give him a tune-up.

>>36746732
>[] A. Sounds good Pay with some scrap.

>Ask if he can make anything with our remaining scrap.

>>36746732
>[] A. Sounds good. Pay with some scrap.
tune up and reboot

also, this: >>36746835

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>>36746835
>>36746846
You ask if your turret parts are good for anything, and Steve tells you he could rig up some kind of laser gun for a robot. In fact, if you sell it to him, he'll probably insert the laser into one of his custom flame-bots up front. If you want to install them in Buzz as a makeshift weapon, it would take Steve a day or two, and cost about a 100 pearls. (You can decide this when you get back, since you're strapped for cash right now.)

Then Steve takes you out to the middle of the junkyard where he produces a large EMP gun to stun Buzz the Bot. After a dozen blasts into the air, shooting waves of energy up into the heavens or into the scrapped out vehicles and shelves of parts, Steve finally manages to land a hit on the fast moving robot. Buzz falls to the earth, his radio silent for the first time since you've met him.
“Now I just have to reset him,” Steve says. “Come this way. Let me show you the Incredi-Vac.”
Steve takes you to a large outbuilding about the size of a barn, and slides open its door to reveal—not an interior space—but a large panel of dials, switches, buttons, and blinkenlights. You look around the side of the shack and see coiled power cables leading in through holes in the walls and large metal vents expelling steady blasts of hot air.
“This is a big computer,” you cough.
“Yessir! And it's as powerful as ten pip-boys!” he says proudly. Not much of an accomplishment you think, but then again Steve did build this himself out of the limited materials available on the Hawaiian islands. Without huge factories and a world economy delivering anything you might need right to your doorstep, making a something like this would almost be like carving a computer out of a coconut. “It's pretty amazing,” you admit.
“We can hook your flying camera up to the Incredi-Vac and reboot him.”
“How long will it take?”
“Not more than 30 hours.”
“I'll leave the patient with you, doctor.”

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You leave Buzz at Steve's Technological Refitting and Recycling Center to be rebooted. It's the first time in a few days that you're free of his buzzing and orbiting. Fudge Face is also staying in the port because he doesn't want to stray too far from his bundles of crab shells, and because he is not up for battling gigantic amazon roller girls. Getting in a direct fight those monsters with is pretty much his worst nightmare. Fudge Face can fight when he has to, he has a bolt-action rifle, but he's better as a cowardly sniper who assists more direct combatants.

So, without the two from O'ahu, you meet up with your two new companions from Maui, Laura and William. You find them at the edge of town and get ready to set out on adventure. The sun is setting, and the the land is getting dark. Hopefully, that darkness will allow you to get in and get out of the raider's stronghold undetected. It's only a short hike cross country to the home of the Rally-Cats, who live in Waikapu, about five miles away from the Vault 88 and Fort Steve.

cont.

>>36747300
Is this a map of where we are? If so can you circle in MSP where we are and going aprox.

>>36747523
That's what you walk past going from right to left. The dome would be about at the base of the mountain all the way to the left hand side.

>>36747300

Unlike O'ahu, which was covered with weird fungi and sickly plants adapted to life under the clouds of toxic murk, the plants of Maui are lush, and vibrant. There are new species and weird mutants, plants with multicolored flowers, twisting boney stalks, and organ-like fruits, but at least they're green. At the many tiny farms that dot the lowlands, local farmers cultivate Old World crops: taro, potatoes, maize, pineapples, tomatoes, bananas, plantains, calabash, beans, guavas, coffee, and kawa. And besides these, many other plants you don't recognize.
“The fish are jumpin and the cotton is high,” you say. “The islands have recovered nicely from from the nuclear war.”
“Yeah, we're the lucky ones,” the cowboy says. “The way I hear it, the mainland is still a big ol' desert. They didn't have no St. Maxwell to reseed their lands.”

cont.

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>>36747624
But the lush forests and farms are soon interrupted by a gigantic open area devoid of plant life. Before you stretches a huge parking lot, a wilderness of pavement and shattered buildings, and at it's center sits the great dome of the Rally Cats. The geodesic dome has survived the centuries, its network of steel beams hold up many of the original glass panels, although they have become grimey and dull with time. Some panels have fallen out, to be replaced by wooden boards, and others are left open to allow the smoke from the Rally Cat's home fires escape the structure and rise into the sky. In the gloom of twilight, you can see a haze of blue and pink neon light reflecting across the glass, giving the dome an unnatural glow against the backdrop of Mauna Kahalawai.

For about a mile around the dome in all directions, the surface of the Earth has been paved. There are large flat sections, like dozens of linked parking lots, but also ramps and inclines where the pavement conforms to the natural contours of the landscape below. Closer to the dome are the broken remains of several dozen old brick and stone buildings, which may have been storehouses or workshops in the past. The crumbling walls of the ruins still stand, but the roofs have long since caved in, and like wise the upper stories have disappeared.

cont.

>>36747679
You sneak forward to the edge of the treeline and examine the scene. William Marvel warns, “This close, there could be lookouts, guard dogs, and even electric sensors if they're in cahoots with a Kahuna Mikini. Best keep your head on a swivel.”
Laura asks him, “Have you changed your mind, Gunslinger? On terrain like this the Rally-Cats will have ample cover to approach us, and they will move with incredible speed. Are you sure wish to continue?”
“{Better to go forward to your grave than go back on your word},” Marvel quotes. “I ain't the least bit scared –if you ain't.”
“Never.”
“I'm a little scared,” you admit. Both the professional killers both give you wry looks. “What? This is scary.”
“I thought you were a soldier,” Marvel says.
“I'm a pilot. When I kill people I do it from a comfortable chair.”
“There won't be no sittin' down tonight, pardner, we do this runnin'.” The Gunslinger.
“How are we going to do this?” you ask.

cont.

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>>36747711
Laura lays down the facts: “First we have to sneak across this paved area and reach the dome without alerting the guards. After that our two main goals are to rescue the children and the destroy the machine of Zaz-oo-zaz. We might get the kids out silently, but destroying the mikini will certainly alert the Rally Cats to our presence and make a fight inevitable.”
“So get the kids out first?” you ask.
“Hold up there, lil' miss, don't forget I'm here for the bounty. I need to collect the queen's head.”
“Fine. We have three goals then, and three of us,” the Samurai says, “Maybe it's best if we split up at the dome. If we try to do things one at a time, we might not accomplish all of them before the alarms are raised.”

What do you think, Stormy?

[] A. Everybody splits up.
[] B. Laura splits. You and William together.
[] C. William splits. You and Laura together.
[] D. Never break up the party! One at a time. Slower but safer.
[] E. First get Kids. Then split.
[] F. Other.

>>36747770
>[] D. Never break up the party! One at a time. Slower but safer.

Never split the party! EVER!

>>36747770
>[] A. Everybody splits up.

>>36747770
>[] D. Never break up the party! One at a time. Slower but safer.

>>36747770
D. Never break up the party! One at a time. Slower but safer.

"If one of us gets caught, they'll have no backup. We need to stick together."

>>36747770

>Never break up the party! One at a time. Slower but safer.

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>>36747958
split
>>36748093
>>36748061
>>36747975
>>36747894
Never split the party


“Split up? Are you nuts?” you ask her “We're outnumbered enough as is.”
“You'd rather stay together?” Laura asks.
“Yes. We're a team, man. Try to be a team player.”
“Alright, we can try it your way,” she shrugs.

From the distance you hear the low rumbling sound of a dozens of spinning wheels, and see dark figures moving over the paved landscape toward you. From your hiding place in the foliage, you and your companions silently watch as the raiders roll past. It's either a patrol or a late training session. Several of them have headlamps on their helmets which sweep the ground with light. As they zoom past, you get a good view of the enemy. They're all women, but not what you'd call particularly feminine. In fact, if you didn't know ahead of time, you wouldn't guess that there are women underneath the thick layers of dirt, armor, and muscle. They have the physiques of professional athletes, like American football players or Olympic weight lifters, not quite superhuman but at the very limit of human ability. In skates they stand over seven foot tall. Well, they would if they were standing straight and not hunched over low to propel themselves forward swiftly as possible. Constant exercise and secret medical treatments have turned the Rally-Cats into high-performance skating machines. Not only do they have bulky torsos and muscle-laden arms, but their massive legs are thicker than your waist.

“Hwoo-ee. Look at the gams on that one,” Marvel whispers. “She look like she could kick a barn door off it's hinges.”
“Perhaps it is better to stay in a group. The Rally Cats are even larger and more fierce than I had heard,” Laura says.

cont.

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>>36748344
The skaters have a variety of equipment, but it's all crudely made and filthy. Some only wear light armor made from animal leather, but most wear piecemeal metal armor, and a few are rolling cataphracts, covered from head to skates in heavy steel suits. Their armaments are even more diverse, a wild collection of melee weapons: halberds, spears, meat hooks, hockey sticks, fire axes, meteor hammers, nail-bats, and machetes. All their equipment is decorated with spray paint, chains, spikes, cat skulls, dog fur, tusks, quills, vulture feathers, and other decorations that serve to make the warriors more intimidating –as if that were necessary.

After the patrol rolls away you sigh, “I'm disappointed.”
“Why? What were you expecting?”
“Blonde cave-women wearing short leopard-skin dresses. I wasn't expecting that, exactly, just hoping for it.”
“Leper skin?” Marvel says with disgust. “Ugh.”
“No LeoparD skin. Never mind. It doesn't matter. Let's get moving.”

cont.

>>36748405
You need to swiftly cross the concrete jungle laying before you, and reach the dome. You can try this by ducking from cover to cover, taking shelter in ruins, and moving in short dashes. It's a slower and less direct route. Or you can try to rush straight across the dark field of parking lots and ramps, relying on speed and luck to get you to the center undetected. It's hard to say which one is better in a situation like this.

[] A. Zig and Zag. Take cover.
[] B. Bee Line. Head straight to the goal.
[] C. Wait and Watch. Figure out patrol.
[] D. Other.

>>36748571
>[] A. Zig and Zag. Take cover.
let's try to play it safe

>>36748571
>[x] A. Zig and Zag. Take cover.
Tightly scheduled patrols are a feature of professional soldiers. These are butches wearing hillbilly kit.

No need not to take precautions, but we have no reason to suspect coordination or sophistication.

>>36748571
Wait and Watch. Figure out patrol.

Nothing says we even have to rescue them tonight. We can afford to take our time.

>>36748571
[] A. Zig and Zag. Take cover.

I don't know that our backup is the patient type.

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>>36748663
watch and wait
>>36748616
>>36748658
>>36748724
zig zag

You decide to zig and zag across the landscape, ducking behind speed bumps and ramps, dodging between the walls of abandoned buildings, and hididng behind what appear to be large fire pits which are filled with ashes and the charred bones of pigs –or you hope they belonged to pigs. Each fire pit is surrounded by a low brick wall and topped with iron spikes and barbed wire, and each one has a steep ramp leading up to one edge. Perhaps the Rally-Cats use these for fire-jumping ceremonies or tests of courage. If all of the pits had burning fires, the concrete jungle would be completely lit up, but right now the whole area is dark covered with long amorphous shadows. It's good they aren't on high alert and they only have a few guards on duty. You can see the lights of the skate patrol, if that's what it is, making unpredictable circuits around the dome. It doesn't seem like they have a pattern, or not one you can identify.

You slip into one of the ruined buildings to hide. Here you discover that, although it has no roof, it still serves as a store house for the tribe. Inside are a dozen machines and construction vehicles. You recognize a cement mixer and a huge clinker that breaks down stones into aggregate building material. The biggest machine is a builder-bot that lays cement with a tube and flattens turf with a huge roller. Although it has a robotic brain, it lacks a wide range of articulate movements; it's more of a remote controlled bulldozer than a mechanical man. All the construction equipment is amazingly slick and new.

“This must be how they paved their giant evil skate park,” you say.
“The Kahuna Mikini must have delivered all this,” Laura says. “I wonder what the amazons trade for these things?”

cont.

>>36749043
Besides the machines, there are also barrels filled with caustic chemicals, tars, and oils; tanks of hydrogen fuel; and hemp bags containing aggregate, coral chunks, volcanic ash, and other additives for mixing cement. Miscellaneous tools, picks, shovels, toolboxes, are stacked up on shelves and racks. It's more or less a big dusty garage.

[] A. Risk an alert to snoop around. Might find something of value.
[] B. Keep going to the dome. Forget this junk.
[] C. Other.

>>36749073
>C. Other.

Use the sound of the machines as a distraction while you make your way deeper into the dome.

>>36749073

>B. Keep going to the dome. Forget this junk.

>>36749073
>[] A. Risk an alert to snoop around. Might find something of value.

>>36749073
[] A. Risk an alert to snoop around. Might find something of value.

>>36749073
>[] A. Risk an alert to snoop around. Might find something of value.

>>36749135 (me again)
i'm sure we can set up a trap or two, especially with the tar...

>>36749095
distraction.
>>36749127
stay on target
>>36749143
>>36749147
>>36749135
Search.

Okay. I need three rolls of 1d100. I'll take the best of three for your search.

>>36749156
Yeah roller amazon's have the advantage of speed an all, but roller skates are still as prone to knocking you on your ass as they ever were.

Rolled 70 (1d100)

>>36749271
looting is fun!

Rolled 76 (1d100)

>>36749271
We should put ranks in perception.

Rolled 97 (1d100)

>>36749271
Papa needs a brand new set of skates.

>>36749290
Wow. That's pretty good. Writing.

>>36742506
Just so you're aware, the abbreviation for Lieutenant Commander in the USN is LCDR, not LtCDR.

You start rummaging around through the piles of stuff. There has to be something good in here.
“What are you doing, Weathers?” Laura asks.
“I'm searching.”
“For what?”
“I'll know when I find it,” you say. And after a few minutes you do find it. “Check this out,” you say and hold up a large radio transmitter. It's the remote control for the builder-bot. You can't steer it with this controller, but you can give it a set of simple instructions, like tell it to pave an area or cut down trees. If Buzz were here you could probably have the eyebot transmit more complicated directions. Then again, the last time Buzz had access to big robots he had them chase you all through an underground launch facility. So maybe it's good you left him back in town. You also find a weapons locker. The Rally Cats don't have many guns but they do use explosives to blast open walls and to take out vehicles or power armor. You hand a stick to each of your companions, in case they need to blow something up, and keep the rest for yourself. So you have 3 sticks of dynamite and a robot.

[] A. Do nothing now, but keep the remote.
[] B. Rig a big distraction. I mean big.
[] C. Other

>>36749547
>[] A. Do nothing now, but keep the remote.

>>36749547
>[] A. Do nothing now, but keep the remote
For when we inevitably get caught.
Or to help as a distraction once we grab the kids.

>>36749547
>[] A. Do nothing now, but keep the remote.
good good good

>>36742488
So I just read the first thread. We're a Lieutenant Commander reporting to an Admiral, but we're in the Air Force? How the hell does that work?

>>36749585
>>36749602
>>36749623
Keep the remote.

You flick a switch on the builder bot's remote, turning it on, but setting it to quietly idle in this garage. You don't want the roar of its engines to alert the patrol of guards.
“What are you going to with that contraption?” Marvel asks
“I'll know when the time comes.”
You also load several of the oil barrel onto the back of the robot's cement mixer, while chuckling softly to yourself. You don't know if it will work, but if you're lucky, turning on the mixer might send this oil flying out of the ass end of the robot. If not, it will just make a huge racket, and that's good too.
“See, it's a good thing I'm here,” you tell the Samurai and the Cowboy. “All you two know how to do is fight. You need someone to come up with devious spur-of-the-moment tricks.”

cont.

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>>36749937

After preparing your new helper-bot, you continue on your path to the central stronhhold. The three of you dash between a few ruins and are soon at the base of the Dome. You can see the Astro-Rink is dirty but still sound. The huge geodesic dome is by far the largest section of the former entertainment complex, both in its floorspace and interior volume, but extending off of the dome are several smaller wings. Contained in these other sections, from what you can remember from twenty-first century TV commercials, were bowling alleys and swimming pools and pin-ball arcades, but the tribe of amazons must have put these halls to new uses. You doubt they're big on bowling. The roller rink, however, may be the same as it was in your day. Directly underneath the dome there was a flat skating area which could also be flooded and frozen for ice hockey. Surrounding that was an inclined racetrack for roller derby games, and at the outer perimeter a ring of bleachers. The stairs leading up to the main entrance have been replaced with a huge ramp that the Rally Cats can fly down on their rollerskates. You probably don't want to take the Main Entrance.

[] A. Take the main entrance.
[] B. Climb the outside of the Dome.
[] C. Circle around to the Bowling Alley.
[] D. Circle around to the Swimming Pools.
[] E. Other.

>>36749968
>C. Circle around to the Bowling Alley.

>>36749968
>[X] D. Circle around to the Swimming Pools.
Bad terrain for skaters.
>[X]E. Other: plan an exit route

>>36749968
>[] D. Circle around to the Swimming Pools.

>>36749968
[] C. Circle around to the Bowling Alley.
mhmm
i'm pretty sure they'd use the swimming pool for arena games (like in skate or die)

>>36750012
>>36750059
Bowl
>>36750029
>>36750038
Swim


Tie breaker?

>>36750605
Flip a coin?

>>36750605
flip a coin

Rolled 2 (1d2)

>>36750605
>>36750618
>>36750628

1=pools
2=alleys

>>36750680

Avoiding the main entrance, and the path of the skating rollergirls, you sneak around the side of the complex, trying to stay low and hidden in the shadows. The Rally Cats have not been raided in long time, since they've made a deal with the wizard on the mountain, and so their security is quite lax. And why shouldn't it be? Who in their right mind would come to the heart of the amazon tribe? You try to look in through windows, but they are all bricked up or boarded over, so you have to find an actual exit and open the door to get a look inside. You crack open the door, and are met with a strange scene:

The hall is vast and open. The wooden lanes of the bowling alley are long gone, but you can see the low openings along one wall that mark where the lanes once ended. It appears that, until fairly recently, this room was used only for storing storing junk, because you can see heaps of trash and rubble shoved into every corner. In the newly cleared space at the center of the hall sits what can only be Zaz-oo-zaz's eldritch machine, a twelve foot metal cube covered in pipes, bulky cables, vents ejecting gas, and flashing lights. On one face of the mikini is an opening with a medical table that can slide in and out of a wide tube, similar to a CAT scanner, but instead of scanning its patient, the device emits waves of purplish energy while robotic arms covered in clear tubes and tipped with wicked needles inject fluids and drugs. A muscular amazon is strapped to the table and receives treatment. She spasms and pulls against her restraints with each pass of energy waves, and she bites down on a mouth guard. It must be very painful.

cont.

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>>36750775


Managing such a technical process is far beyond the abilities of the savage tribe, so the Kahuna Mikini has provided a doctor. A modified Mr. Handy floats near the machine's controls, checking monitors and flipping switches. Instead of flamethrowers or blasters, this 'Doctron' has arms fitted with scalpels and other medical tools. And rather than metal, the robot's white robot's glistening white exterior, you believe, is made out of specially molded 'oihu shell. You can hear its mechanical voice taunting the amazon being fried within the machine: “Keep still in there, organic. Your jerking around is upsetting the fine tuning of my instruments.” The medical bot has a terrible bedside manner. “What's the matter? Are your pain receptors bothering you? Not so cool now, are you?”

Waiting for their own medical torture sessions are five giant roller-girls accompanied by a pair of old woman who are normal sized. They must have been too old to undergo the process that changes them into giants. Sitting next to the Doctron is a red-headed woman wearing a pearl necklace and a crown made out of pig tusks and cat skulls. This is undoubtedly 'Skate Matron Matilda', the tribal chief of the Rally-Cats, judging by her garb and by the deference showed to her by the other Rally Cats. Unlike the newer recruits, she is not a giant, and furthermore she's not even on skates. The matron rolls around the Dome in a wheelchair. Some disease, accident, or battle injury has impaired her ability to walk, and thus to skate.

cont.

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>>36750828
“She is showing a 3% increase in muscle mass since the last scheduled treatment,” The robot doctor chirps. “Although why you would want more flesh is beyond me.”
“Excellent. Jeanette is our greatest success yet,” Matilda cries.
“But there are drawbacks. The treatments have inhibited the gooey wiring of her disgusting central nervous system,” the robot says. You wonder who programmed this thing.
“My soldiers don't need brains, doctor. They need strength and speed. They need to be fearless and loyal.”
“By those criteria, yes, Jeanette is a success. But if she gets anymore successful she won't be able to lace up her own skates.”
“Are you ready to begin on the new batch of children?”
“Patience, Skate Matron, I have to give them thorough check ups first. And there is an initial course of drugs to make sure their bodies don't reject the treatment.”

You've come across two of you three goals in one room. They're guarded, but only by unarmored warriors, who will be a bit easier to kill, and some old ladies. Should you take this chance now? or go after the kids first?

[] A. Attack.
[] B. Keep lookin' for kids.
[] C. Use your robot.
[] D. Other.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MWtaANIcSN8

>>36751100
>Attack

Use the dynamite. One for the machine, one for the line of amazons awaiting treatment, and one for the queen.

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>>36751100
Use Robot! THEN ATTACK!

>>36751100
[] C. Use your robot.
that sounds like a perfect setup for an ambush
maybe we could even trip them with something...

>>36751185
>risking to disfigure a wanted target
no no no, that won't do

Ah shit, I lived in Honolulu for much of my life.
You could probably add in a whole lot of Filipino and Japanese stuff as well considering how they're the majority population in the state

>>36751100
>[] A. Attack.
take the cripple alive so we can question her

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>>36750828
dat rear

Been waiting all week for this thanks op :^)

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>>36751185
>>36751230
>>36751299
Attack.
>>36751266
>>36751230
Robot.

Attack it is.
I need three rolls of 1d100. I'll take the highest roll for how well your team attacks. And the second highest roll will be for how effective the opening salvo of dynamite is.

Rolled 32 (1d100)

>>36751641

Rolled 9 (1d100)

>>36751641
bang!

Rolled 30 (1d100)

>>36751641

Rolled 73 (1d100)

>>36751641

well, fuck

This is me
>>36751683

>>36751662
>>36751679
>>36751681
And I hate all of you

>>36751662
>>36751679
>>36751681
Whelp, there goes out surprise and our dynamite.

>>36751711
Hopefully it doesn't just outright fail. Maybe they'll have too roll.

>>36749347
(Oh yeah. I screwed up when I named Stormy. At first I thought he'd be a navy guy stationed at pearl Harbor. So I looked at Wikipedia and made him a Lieutenant Commander. Then I changed it because I thought the Air Force stressed how he's more pilot than soldier, but I forgot to change his rank. Now I don't know what. I want to keep him a LCDR though, because it sounds cool and we've already tossed it around a bit.)

>>36751564
>:^)

Are you ironically shitposting or something?

>>36751662
>>36751681
Wow. I'm laughing. Let me think how horribly this will go down.

>>36751742
In alt universe earth after the nuclear holocaust, I think anything is possible.

>>36751790
Robot bursts through the wall activating his "OH YEAH!" protocol as Dynamite explodes harmlessly around him, but accents his entrance through the wall.
Kind of like pyrotechnics in a wrestling entrance.

>>36751838
>robotic wrestler kool aid man who builds things as a side gig
I never knew I needed this until today. Thank you anon.

We vote on actions right?
I vote this
>>36751838

i just had an extremely lame idea for an intimidation...
if we shoot someone with our Destructoluxe they turn into a pile of goo, right?
shoot an amazon and yell "freeze or melt, you have the choice"

Oh fuck yeah, fallout Hawaii quest. I love this.

>>36751985
We vote for what the main character does.

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>>36751790

The moment is too good to waste. Both the mikini and the Matron are in sight, so you can kill two birds with one stone –or one stick of dynamite. You nod to your compatriots, and they're in time with you, ready to move when you do. You light a stick of dynamite, and the fuse starts sparking and slowly burning down. Just a moment longer. You don't want to give these jerks time to realize what's happening or to react. So you cook it off, waiting until the spark is just an inch away from the highly explosive package. You look over to Laura and William Marvel and see their eyes getting wider and their faces showing in expression that says, “Just throw it already!” They don't realize you're an ace pilot with nerves of steel and amazing reflexes. Pitching a dynamite fastball is child's play to “Stormy” Weathers. You wind up for the pitch, aiming right for the giant medical machine, and then you drop it.

The dynamite bounces and rolls into a nearby gutter. It's still sparking and fuming.
“Oops,” you say apologetically.
In an instant, all three of you leap into the bowling alley and slam the door shut behind you, duck to the side, and cover your ears. The dynamite goes off outside, shattering the wooden door, and sending a huge blast of dust and gravel blowing inward. The Rally Cats have been alerted to your presence to say the least. All of the warriors and elders look over in your direction in shock, and the robot bobs turns his sensors your way.

“Howdy, ladies,” says the high tech cowboy as he draws one of his shining revolvers.
“Try to do better, Weathers,” the Samurai groans at you. She unstraps her electric polearm and flicks it on.
“No problem,” you say as you draw your Destructoluxe. Forget the dynamite. Who needs dynamite when you have a compact plasma-cannon strapped to your waist, right Stormy? “This will be a walk in the park.”

cont.

>>36752175

The five Rally Cats are up and on their skates in no time. They might not have on full armor or be equipped with their biggest weapons, but these berserkers won't let that keep them out of a fight. They pull out big knives and machetes from their belts. Fortunately, Jeanette their 'greatest success' is strapped to a table within the Mikini. She tries to pull herself free, but it will take her some time to escape from her bonds.

“Kill them! Kill them all!” The Skate Matron shrieks to her soldiers, quite unnecessarily. The old women begin pushing her wheelchair away from the battle, and Matilda draws out a sawed off shotgun from a sheath. Apparently firearms are OK for her to use. She keeps it ready to blast anyone who gets too close to her.

“I got this,” you say as you level your pistol. You squeeze the trigger three times to send forth a blasts of energy. None of which hit your targets. Instead you manage to blow two nice sized hole in the wall, and set a pile of old wooden beams on fire. The Rally Cats are swift as panthers, they dodge and duck with unbelieveable grace for such freakish giants.

William Marvel shoots and hits one of the Rally Cats in the knee. She tumbles forward with a howl of intense pain, crippled from the bullet wound but still alive and dangerous. And he wings another in her leg. He's trying to disable them first so he can keep them at a distance and finish them off later, rather than going for the fatal shot. The problem with that is these muscle bound freaks take a lot to put down and they are inured to pain. Laura slashes one of the on rushing warriors, stunning the amazon with an electric burst from her twin bladed fork, and whirls around in time to block a machete blow that would have split her in two. The Samurai is flanked between two Rally Cats, and she's fighting desperately to keep them at bay.

cont.

>>36752746
One of the Rally Cats, a huge creature with a green mohawk that leads back into a long pony tail, hurtles straight toward you like a comet. She charges directly into you, grappling you around the waist, and you both fly out the door to the skate park of death outside. You can tell what she's up to, Stormy. This amazon wants to get you out on her terrain. Out here she can use all her fancy tricks to spin past your shots like some kind of steroid-abusing ballet performer. The only thing slowing her down is that you both roll over a big dusty crater of cracked cement recently created by an errant stick of dynamite.

This isn't good. Your friends are in peril and you're getting pulled away from them to be divided and conquered. From inside you can hear the robot yell:
“Yes. Ha ha. Burn flesh creatures! Slice each other up. This is delightful,” the robot doctor howls. “But I also have a duty to heal these slimy life forms. Hmm... I have mixed feelings about this.”

cont.

>>36752789
fucking robutts

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>>36752789
You're on the ropes, Stormy, but hardly out of the fight. What's your next course of action?

[] A. Get back inside. Dodge and weave.
[] B. Kill this green mohawk chick. Knife.
[] C. Kill this green mohawk chick. Pistol.
[] D. Snag her with hookshot.
[] E. Summon your robot.
[] F. More Dynamite.
[] G. Other.

>>36752897
>[] B. Kill this green mohawk chick. Knife.
shank a bitch

>>36752897
>[] B. Kill this green mohawk chick. Knife.
Everyone worth their salt in the air force is normally good with a knife, from my experience
Chris Redfield this shit

>>36752897
>[] C. Kill this green mohawk chick. Pistol.
I don't have confidence in our hand to hand skills vs a giant amazon.

>>36752897
[] C. Kill this green mohawk chick. Pistol.

>>36752897
>[] B. Kill this green mohawk chick. Knife.

>>36752897

>C. Kill this green mohawk chick. Pistol.

>>36752897
>hooks hot because I want to see us dragged behind her

>>36752936
>>36752972
>>36753076
Knife
>>36752985
>>36753029
>>36753103
Pistol.

We're definitely for violence, but how...
1= knife
2=pistol

I'll need another three rolls of 1d100 to see how well you do. Best of three.

Rolled 79 (1d100)

>>36753204

Rolled 85 (1d100)

>>36753204

>>36753204
Damn it. Flipping coin.

Rolled 40 (1d100)

>>36753204
C'mon take out this skater punk.

Rolled 27 (1d100)

>>36753204

Rolled 1 (1d2)

>>36753233
Oh right. I entered roll+1d2 for some dumb reason.

>>36753264
OK. Knife at 85. That's pretty good. Writing.

Fallout Quest? Set in Hawaii?
Yes please.
Pretty good work with the stuff so far, GM. Don't let the pedants get you down with the Lieutenant Commander stuff. Fallout is a world where humanity devolves into nuclear war because no one invented the transistor. Military accuracy is not a must.

>>36753275
The mammoth skater shoves you out the door and across the gap of ruined stairs. Her two arms are wrapped around your waist, and she's lifted you completely up off your feet like you were a small child. Once on the pavement she instinctively begins to skate along while still crushing you in a mighty bear hug. It feels like you're caught in a trash compactor. It won't be long until your ribs start snapping and puncturing your lungs and other organs, or until she cracks your spine completely. You have gun, but you're afraid that at this range you might hit yourself with one of the powerful beams or get caught in the resultant explosion of vaporized flesh. Desperately you fumble for your knife and pull it free from your flight harness. Being practically slung over her soldier, you have a good angle to stab this savage warrior from above –if you can remain conscious long enough to do it. You slam your dad's KABAR into her bull-like neck, slicing through thick layers of meat and gristle. You twist the knife and yank it free, but the amazon feels no pain at all. All she knows is a mad desire to kill and the glorious thrill of combat. She grunts savagely, but doesn't stop. You jam the blade down again. And again and again trying to find where the hell she keeps her carotid. Finally, with the ninth or tenth stab, you strike a major blood vessel, and hot dark fluid begins to jet from the wounds on her neck.

cont.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pzJ3hiqsi0U

>>36753650

Still she skates. And still she tries to destroy you as her last act on Earth. But you feel her crushing grip slowly weaken, and her skating slows down. At last she slumps forward, spilling you onto the pavement, and falling to her knees. Even with all that strength, the biologically altered giant still needs blood flowing to her brain. She passes out, not long for this world, and leaves you winded, covered in blood, and freshly-squeezed. You cough several times and pull yourself to your feet. God damn. That's one down at least.

What now?

[] A. Back to your pals.
[] B. Summon robot.
[] C. Dynamite something.
[] E. Go somewhere else.
[] F. Stimpack to get through the pain.
[] G. Other.

>>36753697
[] A. Back to your pals.
[] F. Stimpack to get through the pain.

>>36753697
>>36753712
This.

>>36753697
[X] A. Back to your pals
[X] B. Summon robot
Alarm's been raised. Time to smash.

>>36753697
robutt

>>36753697
>[] A. Back to your pals.

>>36753739
Oi. You can copy the same options I did. You know that, right? Saying "This." and linking mine's to the choice post comes across as incredibly same-faggy.

>>36753760
Well now that just makes me want to do it more in the hopes of annoying you.

>>36753697
>[] A. Back to your pals.
>[] B. Summon robot.
>[] F. Stimpack to get through the pain.

>>36753697
>>36753712
This. Mostly to annoy >>36753760

>>36753810
Don't be a faggot, anon.

>>36753712
>>36753739
>>36753851
>>36753830
Pals and stimpack
>>36753757
>>36753830
pals
>>36753754
>>36753755
>>36753830
robot

OK. Writing. A few votes for robots, so I'll have him called in now, and then when he's closer you can deploy him in a more precise manner. Or let him sit tight.

>>36753984
Glancing about to see if the Rally Cat patrol is nearby, you run back to the entrance. You don't see anyone close to you, but it's impossible they didn't hear the dynamite going off. They'll come to investigate soon, and you'd rather not be out here in the concrete jungle when they arrive. Taking on a single lightly armed amazon was pretty unpleasant, a dozen of them in full kit would really ruin the party. As you head to the entrance to the bowling alley, you use one of your stimpacks to ward off the pain and shock. You already have quite a bit of natural adrenaline running through your system, and it would come as no surprise to discover a cracked rip or two once the rush wears off.

It's about time to call in the cavalry. As a futuristic science soldier, you don't feel right without a robotic sidekick to help in your adventures. With a flip of a switch, you call the builder bot to your position. You also turn on his cement mixer, hoping the oil barrels will leave a nice oil slick for the skate-patrol to run into. It will take him a minute to get here, and once he's in sight you can use the remote to give him more orders, to build things, or to smash them down. The robot is equipped with a hydraulic piston for flattening bumps, knocking over trees, or pushing down walls, and that's bound to come in handy.

You step through the door and see your two companions still in the midst of a furious battle...

cont.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TbAGTO0eCQU

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>>36754168
William Marvel has executed one of the amazons, and is now in the middle of reloading all three of his pistols. A hobbled raider crawls towards him with a large curved knife in her hand and a wicked smile on her face. She's enjoying the fight even though her kneecap is shattered and her tribemates are dead. Marvel's got his hands full at the moment, and so does Laura Kahananui. She's slashing away at her two opponents, allowing them to exhaust themselves from blood loss, much like you did to the green Mohawked woman. But the Samurai is also getting worn out from this fight. Laura's taken a few glancing hits from the giants, which are the same as a full-power strike from a normal foe. Your friends need your help, and you can tip the scales in this battle now that you're back.

Jeanette, the mightiest of the roller girls, is almost free from her prison inside the great machine. The floating robot yells at her as she rips free from the straps, “Quit breaking things, you pile of protoplasm. That's a delicate piece of equipment made by the glorious master of the mountain, Zaz-oo-zaz. You aren't worthy to touch it with your oily manipulators, or even look at it with you pus filled ocular receptors.”

“Don't worry about us! Get the Matron!” Laura calls to you. You see at the far end of the Bowling Alley, the two elder women are helping pull the Skate Matron's wheelchair towards an exit to the central Dome. They're going to get reinforcements of their own.

What should you do?

[] A. Chase the Skate Matron.
[] B. Dynamite the machine before Jeanette escapes.
[] C. Help Marvel
[] D. Help Laura.
[] E. Other

>>36754356
>[] A. Chase the Skate Matron.

If she gets reinforcements, we're fucked. We've got a big guy of our coming in that might tip the scales. Let's play this smart.

>>36754356
>[X] B. Dynamite the machine before Jeanette escapes.
We take out a threat and destroy the enhancement mechanisms, this will render the tribe a significantly smaller threat.

>>36754356
>[] A. Chase the Skate Matron.
we can probably use her as an hostage

>>36754356
>[] B. Dynamite the machine before Jeanette escapes.

Toss marvel your 10mm pistol, he'll probably get more use out of it than us.

>>36754356
Dynamite

>>36754356
>>36754447
This

>>36754356
>[] A. Chase the Skate Matron.
>[] B. Dynamite the machine before Jeanette escapes.

I think we can do both.

>>36754382
>>36754430
Matron Matilda.
>>36754397
>>36754447
>>36754473
Jeanette and the Machine.

I need 3 rolls for your explosives test. This should be easy since you just have to toss it a gigantic stationary machine.

Rolled 86 (1d100)

>>36754540
and, boom!

Rolled 20 (1d100)

>>36754540

>>36754540
dice+1d100

Rolled 52 (1d100)

>>36754540
Can we do the toss pistol thing as well? I'm thirding that vote.

>>36754549
Nice roll

>>36754549
You ignore Laura's command and go after the Matron. For one thing, the lady is in a wheelchair, so she's pretty slow moving. And for another, you're not really too concerned about collecting the bounty, although it would be nice. Instead you want to take out the biggest threat in the room: Jeanette. You'd rather kill her while she's tied up than have another wrestling match with an angry giant. You light the fuse of your second stick of dynamite, stick it in your mouth like a cigar, and then toss your extra gun to William Marvel who snatches it out of the air. “Merry Christmas,” you say. You give a salute and rush across the bowling alley towards the pulsing machine. Most of the Rally Cats who had blocked the way are now busy or dead, so you have a nice open path, and big easy target. You spit out the sparking dynamite into your hand, and whip it towards the pulsing radiation chamber where Jeanette is loosing herself from the medical table.

The fuse doesn't even burn down to the dynamite. As soon as it enters the waves of purple energy, the stick explodes. There's another massive boom, and a gigantic blast of smoke shoots from the core of the machine. There is no trace of Jeanette, but you duck as the steel medical table is expelled with such force that it whizzes past you and sticks into the wall nearby. Although the arcane machine is thoroughly destroyed by the explosion, it is not blown to pieces as the main chassis holds together. It continues to spout flames.

cont.

>>36754808
Across the hall, the Skate Matron lets out some frightful scream as she watches her dreams of dominating Maui go up in flames. The Doctron is also infuriated.

“H-H-How dare you? You impertinent biological organism! How dare you destroying a godly device handcrafted by none other than the fabulous Zaz-oo-zaz. You should have never crawled from the primordial ooze, you evolutionary abomination!” The robot rages wildly and spins around in circles. Then it says, “You look hurt. Do you need medical assistance? I mean -No! No. I don't want to heal a putrid mass of organs and tissues like you. Oh, what a curse. Torn between my conflicting two natures.”

The mikini flames and shoot out cascades of white hot sparks. It's internal fission reactor bursts and begins to fill the room with steam. Without water cooling the reactor, it won't be long until the fuel rods melt from the extreme temperatures and spill out across the floor of this ancient Family Fun Facility. Melt down. You're not sure if it will explode, but it will bathe this room in radiation. So that's bad.

cont.

>>36754855
>Melt down. You're not sure if it will explode
I'd say they won't, but this is Fallout.

>>36754855
uh uh...

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>>36754855
Your companions finish off the last of their opponents. The Gunslinger uses the semi automatic pistol you tossed him to sink a bullet between the eyes of the amazon just as she reaches him, while a short distance away the Samurai shoves her bladed fork deep into the guts of the last Rally Cat and then pulls it out sharply to disembowel the giant warrior. They've cleaned up those Cats, but others are surely on their way. Where should you go from here?

[] A. Follow the matron into the Dome.
[] B. Head around back to swimming pools.
[] C. Go out to the concrete jungle.
[] D. Give your robot an order.
[] E. Other.

>>36754986
>[] A. Follow the matron into the Dome.
let her free, and we'll have backup on our asses, get her and maybe we can force her to... "cooperate"

>>36754986
>[] A. Follow the matron into the Dome.

>>36754986
>[] A. Follow the matron into the Dome.
She's probably our best bet to find out where they're keeping the hostages.

>>36754986
[] E. Other

Let our companions go after her while we take the robot and search for the kids. Things are getting too dangerous to keep them around here.

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>>36754874
Fallout works on the Rule of Cool and B Movie Physics. Anything remotely blow-up-able will probably explode.

>>36754986
>>36755049
Seconded

>>36755090
Exactly. I make sure to note which cars are unexploded just in case I run into a big enough threat. Friggin deathclaws.

>>36755015
>>36755032
>>36755039
Follow the Matron.
>>36755049
>>36755114
Let companions nab her.

You race after the Skate Matron, dodging the billowing clouds of steam and dancing over the piles of junk. She leads through an archway and out to the dome proper, which has been changed by the tribe of outlaws, but is still more or less a roller rink. The outer bleachers have been converted into an all-purpose living area. A few of the original plastic seats remain, but most have been ripped out and replaced with other furnishings such as old couches, hammocks, moth-eaten recliners, barrels of water, barbeque grills, piles of bones, old refrigerators serving as shelves, repair benches, floor lamps, card tables, and one clawfoot bathtub filled with broken beer bottles. A half dozen small tents in the bleachers contain either private sleeping places or store locked crates of supplies.

The old racetrack is still there, but it's been repaired so many times that it's now a patchwork of plywood and sheet metal. The outer and inner edges of the track have wooden barriers covered in razor wire, so that anyone skating out of bounds would receive a nasty reminder of their mistake. Inside the track, where there was once a wide free skating area, there now stands a huge altar of volcanic rock. It's covered in skulls and other grisly evidence of human sacrifice, and perhaps even cannibalism. There altar is ringed with neon lights, which reflect off the glass panels above, and give a ghostly illumination to the entire structure.

cont.

>>36755282
The Skate Matron zips down a ramp into the center of the Dome to make her last stand. You keep your pistol in hand in case you have to blast her, but you approach steadily, moving in for the kill. Maybe you can take her hostage? Or force her to let the children go? The other old ladies don't seem very threatening, but the Chieftess still has a sawed-off shotgun which makes her dangerous at close range.

“You bastard!” She shrieks. “You've destroyed my machine! My plans! My everything! Just when our tribe was finally growing strong, you had to come and ruin it all! I'll see you die for this! I'll see your head on a spike!”

Geez, she's not too happy with you, Stormy. What should you do?

[] A. Intimidate her into surrender.
[] B. Reason with her.
[] C. Blast her in the non-head area.
[] D. Other.

>>36755307
Option C. I'd say B, but a person who does this kind of shit can't be reasoned with.

>>36755307
C without a doubt

>>36755307
>[] C. Blast her in the non-head area.

Not sure if the bounty is for dead or alive.

>>36755307
C

>>36755319
Also, I'm recommending we shoot her in the arm. Loss of mobility and ability to hold a weapon.

>>36755369
make it the hand if possible, no more fingers for her.

>>36755369
Pretty sure shooting her anywhere with the destructolux will result in her demise.

>>36755428
Maybe the leg then?? But yeah I imagine you're right in that she is going to get fucking REKT

>>36755521
Just go for center mass. We only need her head and we don't have the time it'd take to get any useful info. out of her.

>>36755319
>>36755352
>>36755355
>>36755359
Shooting

You're a reasonable person. You like to settle things peacefully when possible. I mean, just today, you broke up a duel to the death between two people. But there's a limit to your easy-going nature. When a woman kidnaps kids, murders civilians, twists people into savage mockeries of human beings, makes deals with evil techno-priests, and waves a shotgun in your face, then play time is over. You don't care if she's in a wheel chair, Skate Matron Matilda has got to go. You point the chrome barrel of your Destructoluxe at the Chieftess and carefully aim your shot.

“Keep back! I'm warning you,” she yells.

With a smooth pull of the trigger, a blinding beam of energy leaps out of your gun, sizzling through the air as it passes, to strike the red-haired woman squarely in her lower torso. With a sickening pop, the plasma evaporates her lower half into a cloud of boiling blood and sends small chunks of flesh spraying up onto the huge altar. Her two legs fall to the floor, cut off from all the rest, and the upper half of her body, now lifeless, slumps down into the seat, where it begins cooking on the hot metal bars of the wheelchair. She is instantly and totally dead. Umm... Crap. When they said there was a bounty on her head, they meant literally her head, right? Like that's enough to ID her? So I guess you have chop it off? You walk closer to the body to inspect your handiwork. As you approach you can see that Matilda had a sawed-off shot gun and a grenade in her other hand. She meant to shoot you, and if that didn't work, blow both of you sky high. Shooting first was a good choice. You pick up the grenade and attach it to your harness for later use. The shotgun, you don't know if that's worth bothering with...

cont.

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>>36755627
You look back to your two companions to see if they've followed you from the Bowling Alley into the roller rink, hoping they can help you with the decapitation, if that's what's needed. You see them at the archway to bowling alley, but crouched down in the shadows. What are they doing? Hiding? Why? Then you hear the distinct sound of dozens of spinning wheels on concrete. The Rally Cat Patrol has finally arrived to investigate the explosions. A dozen tribal warriors swarm in through the main entrance, fly down to the racetrack, and begin to circle around you. You're at the center of the dome and totally surrounded!

“This isn't what it looks like!” you shout. “I found her like this!” Yeah, you don't think that's going to work Stormy. These amazons are out for blood. You're blood!

To be Continued in the Next Episode!

>>36755650
Maybe that grenade will serve it's intended purpose after all?

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I'll leave it on a cliffhanger for now.

The next installment will be next Saturday. I tried #2 on a weekday, but I don't have much time, and it seems like not much gets done. So, hope to see you then.

>>36755686
Thanks for running. See ya next week.

>>36755686

Good thread thanks for running.

>>36755686
That was fantastic. Very well done.

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