Rolled 10 (1d10)

>>41894662
Sorry im late boss!
>Wake the knocked out thug (MND Check)

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Rolled 3, 2, 4, 1 = 10 (4d5)

>>41894662
Well, the thug seems to be as unconscious as a man that was thrown from a 20 meter hole would be.

You start gently tapping his face as well as performing different maneuvers that you were taught at a survival school (Less of a school, more of a boot camp). after a while the Thug's eyes are open, in fact they're way to open. They are also staring intently at you, with a pure air of disbelief

"Gods....I'm alive! Woohoo! Yeah! Oh man! I thought I was a goner" The thug says as he gets up and looks at his surroundings, as well as quickly going next to you and kneeling in front of you "Thanks ma'am! Oh man! You need anything?! I can help! Also.....Sorry about last time... But anything you want I can do for my savior!" The thug says as he apologizes deeply in front of you

"Well you see, we are currently stuck in here, my left arm is broken and I-" You try to explain your situation before you are cut off by the thug

"I will carry you Milady!" The thug says as he goes ahead and tries to lift you up

>roll 1d10+4th dice roll

Rolled 8 + 1 (1d10 + 1)

>>41896287
Like this boss?

>>41896287
The thug tries to lift you up but fails, it seems strength wasn't his forte, in his vain a attempt to showcase his strength the thug falls down alongside with you into the hard rock.

"Ooow" the thug says as he scratches his head and helps you get up "Well guess we have to try something else, you are heavier than you look!"

"Yeah maybe this isn't the best idea"

>"We lit a fire big enough for someone to see us, and hope someone kind enough comes here to help us" (SKL Check)
>"We camp until nightfall and wait for anything to happen"
>"Fuck it. We're climbing anyways, you help me, I help you" (IRN Check)

The thug is now your lackey and will do anything that you ask for

Rolled 4 (1d10)

>>41896550
>"We lit a fire big enough for someone to see us, and hope someone kind enough comes here to help us" (SKL Check)
Fire makes things better, Right boss?

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>>41896550
>CURRENT LACKEY STATS

>MND: 3
>CHR: 2
>SKL: 4
>IRN: 1

>He's certainly nimble with his fingers, that's for sure

"We lit a fire big enough for someone to see us, and hope someone kind enough comes here to help us" You say commanding the thug towards the nearby wreckage of your truck as well as some desert plants and other stuff that might burn

"On it ma'am!" The thug says as he drops his stuff and heads to your totaled truck "I think I might get some gas from the truck and use it as fuel for the fire! Anything else?"

"Well if that doesn't work, guess we gonna have to wait

______________________________________________________________________

"C'mon....C'mon" Mikel (The thug's name) says as he tries igniting the fire once again, about the 10th or 11th time failing once again. Turns out making fires can be quite hard if you don't have the hang of it "Okay...You can do this..."

"Any report on that fire?" You say as the sun start to sleep beneath the horizon and the moon starts giving it first rays of sunlight

"Still not a fire ma'am, but I'm not giving up!" Mikel says without an ounce of spirit being taken away from him

"Well, at least you can-"

"YEAH" Mikel shouts as a small flam comes from a heap of dead plants fuel pieces of cloth and other useless things "Mikel strikes again"

The fact that the fellow managed to make a fire without prior knowledge of how to makes you feel somewhat comforted

Mikel sits on his ass and looks at the new heap of smoke coming from the fire "So what now?"

>"We wait..."
>(search for the radio)(SKL Check)
>"I dunno we chat, I guess"
>Write in

>>41897212
>"I dunno we chat, I guess"

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>>41897212
"I dunno we chat, I guess" You answer non-chillingly "Sooo...what's your story?" You ask Mikel, seeing he has only given you his name

"Thug...that's about it, born from thugs, raised by thugs, mostly expected to become a thug, became a thug... Not much to say about it....You?"

>"About the same only you change thugs with truckers"
>"Wanted to change the norm, live by the rules of the open desert, explore anything that's there for me to explore"
>"Money, that's about it..."
>Write in

>>41897470
>"Wanted to change the norm, live by the rules of the open desert, explore anything that's there for me to explore"
>And then I ended up in a hole in the ground.

>>41897470
"Wanted to change the norm, live by the rules of the open desert, explore anything that's there for me to explore....And then I ended up in a hole in the ground." You say, openly complaining about your situation, maybe there was a better future in sight but for the moment you didn't see it, still it was nothing that you couldn't accomplish, sure it was getting tough as nails to continue, but hey, You can only go up from here.

"Hehe, well that's nice way of putting it..." Mikel says as he yawns at the setting nightfall "Still it isn't so bad...."

"Yeah it isn't..." You answer getting infected with the yawn "You sleepy?"

"Yeah...Can you keep guard for the fire?"

"Sure"

"Okay, Goodnight Miss"

"Night, night"

_________________________________________________________________________-

*Snooore*

"...e...yo.....ink...he..til...live?"

"I...unno..."

"....ake...t...ruck.....e....ke....her"

>Roll 1d10+5

Rolled 4 (1d10)

>>41897853
Rollan boss!

>>41897885
I had one job.....

>>41897853
You try to wake up...But Reykjavík is calling you...that or someone drugged you, and you really can't find out what the hell you can do about it.

You start hearing different voices as well as indescribable sounds. echoes that ring from a butcher's knife, a hooker dying from a case of love, things as undecipherable as a recipe for resurrection and a pit stop for the highway, you try to make something out, but it turns out something else beat you to the finish line and is now deciphering YOU out....

>Sanity -1!
>9/10 sanity total! (Lose it all and you will perish)

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"Hey...Hey miss! Don't die on us! Kief! Defibrillator! ASAP!" An unknown woman says as she keeps pumping your chest

>"Were...am I?"
>"Where's...Mikel?"
>(Unfettered) "You can stop now miss"

>>41898186
>(Unfettered) "You can stop now miss"

>>41898186
>(Unfettered) "You can stop now miss"

>>41898265
Holy shit another person! Howdy friend!

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>>41898186
"You can stop now miss"

"Oh...Oh man thank the Gods!" The woman says as she helps you sit down "Take a rest....Or maybe you are already rested..."

"I'm good" You answer without much care "Where am I?"

"An ambulance...heading for Devolver... We are going to stop for Retiro del Bandido though...You can stop there if you want" The woman says just as you start to notice her Kalesian features

>LORE UPDATED

>Kalesians: Kalesians aren't supposed to be in the dessert, They came from the north of the world, telling stories about places were things were green all around, and places were water wasn't a necessity but instead a commonplace resource like Iron or sand, this last statement solidified their relationship with most of the people in the desert, earning the respect and interest of most of the higher ups. Kalesians by nature seem to live a very hardworking life, outlasting Desert folk by age but Dying younger nonetheless thanks to work related stress. People also ask if their ears help them hear better, or if their eyes can see up to 1 Kilometer away. They don't, and they really want to make you stop asking those stupid questions.

"And my companion?"

"Behind you"

You turn your head, only to see a sleeping Mikel with a face that showed sickness as well as tremendous fever

>"Is he going to be okay?"
>"(Unfettered) I might need to stop in Retiro del Bandido if you can"
>"Y'know, I don't remember being that bad inside that hole"

>>41898598
>"Y'know, I don't remember being that bad inside that hole"
"did you pull my stuff out of the truck?"

>>41898598
"Y'know, I don't remember being that bad inside that hole" You say as get more comfortable in the ambulance "Last thing I remember is that I was sleeping..."

"Yeah, and a fire broke out and started burning a totaled truck to the ground as well as throwing contaminated gases inside that hole, it really was pure chance that you were alive miss.."

Oh

>Your unfettered perk impedes you from losing sanity!

"Was anything salvaged from the truck?"

"Well, the fire just started to spread when we found you...but in the process of saving you we only managed to salvage the things that were in our hands"

The Kalesian then points at a small pile of stuff inside the ambulance: Some supplies, leftover money that wouldn't fit in your wallet, the corpse of the little girl (now wrapped in a bandage cocoon) and your Radio

Godamnit your radio was tough

"We'll be arriving to Retiro del bandido shortly...you want to take a stop there?"

There wasn't much to do in Retiro del Bandido, now that you had now truck to salvage, but still there might be hope

Then again, heading back to the homeland would at least give you the opportunity to start again

>"We'll/I'll join you, were heading for Devolver too"
>"Leave us/me in Retiro del Bandido"

>>41898999
>"We'll/I'll join you, were heading for Devolver too"

>>41898999
>"We'll join you, were heading for Devolver too"

>>41898999
"We'll join you, were heading for Devolver too" You say.. Knowing that your story had ended for now.

But then again an end is only the prologue to a beginning.

"Okay then...get comfortable, it's gonna be a long ride" The Kalesian says as she gestures the driver to put the radio on and filling the ambulance with some rock music as you glance at the night-filled road

>https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-MA0m1K2jW4&list=LLedlI5BTS8vY-i5jMwthCDA&index=14

>And that's it! as always check my twitter (https://twitter.com/nerokiller12) For more info about my quests!

Alright, thanks for running boss!