Connecting….Connecting….Connecting….=================Connection established!=================The screen flashes on and a smooth practiced voice travels out.“Good ~ Morning, Salcot! I’m your host, Mike, who is joined today by Deputy Sarah. Today at Half-lid News Network, we have a loaded headline to get through, so let’s go at it.” “Today an official report of vigilantes taking shots at various criminal gangs infesting Darkrock has turned into an all-out war between the two with police getting involved at the scene! Why don’t you tell us more about that Deputy?”A small woman in a police uniform is shown on camera. “Yes, while on patrol I got a call about an explosion near the abandoned factory-”*Click*“The new laws and regulation on magical artifacts and usage has seen a lot controversy- ”*Click*“Beauty, is a thing we all crave. So why not take it? With the new Mark IV facial plates, you can remove that ugly thing of the past, and become who you are truly meant to be.”*Click*“They can call me crazy, a loony, a fool, or whatever they want. But I’m telling you folks now! Those at the top want to harvest us for evil! Take our children and do deep secret blood rituals to become immor-*Click* The display is cut to black, then a sign fills the room. Your head turns to look out from the window. Rain pours on a metropolitan landscape. Neon lights illuminate the clouds, with various blues, pinks, and reds reflecting off the dark weather. Far away from that, from the convenience of luxury, wealth of kings, and decadence of empires, lies the slums, back alleys, and industrial sectors that keep the dream going. The streets are filled with decade-old car models on their last legs. Gangs of urchins, street workers, or homeless people can be heard coughing and milling about their day. Faces a mix of anger, gloom, or apathy. In the mix of it all, there is you.On the second floor of a run-down apartment, you look upon the scene before muted footfalls of a person and a hand slams into the door, startling you out of your idle observation. A hoarse voice boomed through.“Time to earn your pay, wake up!”Reality hits you all at once, the soreness of your back, the stale air, and the biting cold of the room. The only furniture in sight is a ratty bed and a TV stand with a small flat-screen fished out of the garbage. It may not be much but it’s yours.“I’m up! Just give a few to get dressed.”“Hurry up! We gotta head out soon.”
>>6134921Hastily throwing on a basic outfit you head out the door, making your way down the stairwell and onto the street. A puddle reflects your appearance, what do you see?>A pale purplish woman with exotic features. You are Sammy S, Gifted with a magically enhanced body. You are a social butterfly with a knack for violence, knowing your way with both words, guns, and blades. However, adrenaline and excitement are what you live for and the subtle approach is not your field.>A brick shithouse of a man. You are Kelly M, a former mechanic apprentice turned hired muscle. You can work on various vehicles and have a talent for robotics, but you are socially awkward.>A weasel in human flesh. You are Payton J, certifiable thief, conman, and spook. If you want to get into buildings or pockets, you can. You have a talent for disappearing and connections to boot. But you have made enemies with your talents.>An average Joe off the side of the street. You are Jackson P, a man who gets around for better or worse. You aren’t specialized in anything but time on the streets gave you an all-round basic set of skills.>A tall woman with obvious cybernetics, You are Amia V, a hacker and trans-human enthusiast. Your modified body allows you to use your brain to take down unprepared networks and excel in information gathering. You’re not so good at fighting, however.
>A brick shithouse of a man. You are Kelly M, a former mechanic apprentice turned hired muscle. You can work on various vehicles and have a talent for robotics, but you are socially awkward.Big guns and big muscles, I love bruiser archetypes
>>6134922>A tall woman with obvious cybernetics, You are Amia V, a hacker and trans-human enthusiast. Your modified body allows you to use your brain to take down unprepared networks and excel in information gathering. You’re not so good at fighting, however.Information is king
>>6134922>A brick shithouse of a man. You are Kelly M, a former mechanic apprentice turned hired muscle. You can work on various vehicles and have a talent for robotics, but you are socially awkward.Robot man sounds funny.
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>>6134922>>A pale purplish woman with exotic features. You are Sammy S, Gifted with a magically enhanced body. You are a social butterfly with a knack for violence, knowing your way with both words, guns, and blades. However, adrenaline and excitement are what you live for and the subtle approach is not your field.
>>6134922>A weasel in human flesh. You are Payton J, certifiable thief, conman, and spook. If you want to get into buildings or pockets, you can. You have a talent for disappearing and connections to boot. But you have made enemies with your talents.
>>6134922>>A brick shithouse of a man. You are Kelly M, a former mechanic apprentice turned hired muscle. You can work on various vehicles and have a talent for robotics, but you are socially awkward.
>>6134922>A weasel in human flesh. You are Payton J, certifiable thief, conman, and spook. If you want to get into buildings or pockets, you can. You have a talent for disappearing and connections to boot. But you have made enemies with your talents.Scumbag MC would be fun for once
>>6134922>PAYTON JAlso,>mfw average Joe is not literally Joe
>>6134922>A brick shithouse of a man. You are Kelly M, a former mechanic apprentice turned hired muscle. You can work on various vehicles and have a talent for robotics, but you are socially awkwardBurly dude, don't want yet another mage or rogue mc
>>6135015>>6135014>>6135011>>6135007>>6135005>>6134977>>6134974>>6134953>>6134949>>6134945Looks like brick shithouse wins.
>>6134922>Kelly M
LET'S GOOOOO
>>6134922Yep, large and in charge, that’s you. After verifying you’re at least somewhat presentable you walk from the front of the apartments to the parking lot. Some people throw a glance your way but don’t dare stare for too long. After a bit of looking around, you see him, an older man with salt and pepper hair dragging a cigarette. A trench coat covers most of his figure with a plaid button-up shirt and ripped khakis peeking out from the front opening. He gives you a look over, shrugs his shoulders and finishes the cigarette before patting the roof a beater car. “Today my friend we are in luck, I managed to land us a gig that should cover most of our expenses for the month. We might even look at saving money if we do this right and spread our name.”“You said that last time.”“Last time was a fluke, I promise I got a good gig and we WILL get paid.”The old man shoots a self-assured smile, his teeth, and gums are stained by the tobacco and diminish any charm it may have had.You scratch your neck and sigh. “Okay…. So who are we working for and what’s the job?”His smile deflates and a nervous chuckle escapes his lips.“About that, you see I pulled some strings and maybe lied a bit. So we might get into some trouble.”“WHAT!”“IF! And I mean IF we fuck up, which we won’t. The job is…”>The K22 has a short one, deliver a package unseen at a particular point and leave, don’t up it, no questions. Difficulty: Medium-Easy Rewards: $450, a contact and favor with the local gang. Some Illegal goods or more serious work? You got it. >Cole’s Gold Sales needs some extra muscle around their business as the locals are getting a little too desperate this time of year. Difficulty: Medium Rewards: $650, a discount on goods purchased from Cole’s. A pawn shop with a bit of everything (legal) you can get.>Someone anonymous is calling in freelancers to investigate and destroy marked packages left in the abandoned factory that got blown up, but the place is currently pretty hot. Difficulty: HighRewards: $950, a good reputation boost, and you can keep anything that isnt the packages.>You know your way around machines right? A client wants freshly salvaged and shaped-up robots. There is a dumping ground where RoMoe’s dumps scrapped models, but we will be stepping into scavenger territory.Difficulty: High-MediumRewards: $800, the random assortment of scrap you loot, possible companion.
>Cole’s Gold Sales needs some extra muscle around their business as the locals are getting a little too desperate this time of year.
>>6135117>You know your way around machines right? A client wants freshly salvaged and shaped-up robots. There is a dumping ground where RoMoe’s dumps scrapped models, but we will be stepping into scavenger territory.Companion? Life is good.
>>6135117>Someone anonymous is calling in freelancers to investigate and destroy marked packages left in the abandoned factory that got blown up, but the place is currently pretty hot.Go big or go home
>>6135117>Cole’s Gold Sales needs some extra muscle around their business as the locals are getting a little too desperate this time of year.>Difficulty: Medium>Rewards: $650, a discount on goods purchased from Cole’s. A pawn shop with a bit of everything (legal) you can get.Say less
>>6135117>Someone anonymous is calling in freelancers to investigate and destroy marked packages left in the abandoned factory that got blown up, but the place is currently pretty hot.
>Cole’s Gold Sales needs some extra muscle around their business as the locals are getting a little too desperate this time of year.Difficulty: MediumRewards: $650, a discount on goods purchased from Cole’s. A pawn shop with a bit of everything (legal) you can get.Let's not aim too high
>>6135117>Cole’s Gold SalesIt's muscle time. And who knows, maybe the store gives employee discounts.
>>6135117>>Cole’s Gold Sales needs some extra muscle around their business as the locals are getting a little too desperate this time of year.
>>6135124>>6135126>>6135129>>6135130>>6135142>>6135143>>6135157>>6135173Cole's it is, closing the vote. I will update tommorrow as soon as time allows.
>>6134921It’s spelled bottom
>>6135593I reject your reality and substitute my own
>>6135593A bottom knows a bottem.
>>6135117https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=liC-Mus0nUo“Cole’s Gold Sales needs some extra muscle around their business as the locals are getting a little too desperate this time of year.”You give him a skeptical look. “A pawn shop needs help? What’s worth robbing besides the cashier?”“The stand full of snacks and whatever more he keeps in the back. Can’t forget some of the weapons either.” As he finishes talking he moves to the passenger side and motions you to get in.“3-D printed hand-me-downs, totally worth the effort.” You jab.“Lose your life or your fingers, pick one.”“Neither, if I had anything to say about it.”A short moment later both of you enter the car and pull out the lot. The constant pour of rain slightly slows your advance. Traffic is pleasant this time of day, with night shift workers traveling to their hovels, and sketchy characters finishing their business as the alleyways are cleared out. “Hey, Kelly.”“Adam.” You reply.“Before we head to Cole’s there’s something you gotta know.”“You just love going off without telling me shit huh?”“Let me speak, okay? I might have some debt I need you to help cover”“What? No.” You deadpan.“Wow, real appreciative.”“Not my debt.”“But I gave them your name if I couldn’t pay it back.”You immediately pull over nearly spinning out in the process.“Jesus, Kelly what if you hit someone!”“Don’t change the damm subject, what do you mean you gave them my name? WHO? “I borrowed money to pay off some contacts to find the gig and put in a good word for us. I got it from the K22, $800. ”“I should leave you on the side of the road.”“You should thank me for taking the risk! We got a job that will pay out 650 each, just we’ll be security during a rough patch. Most we’ll have to do is beat up a couple of the desperate. All I’m asking is a bit of your share.”>Yes>No
>>6135657Eventually, you pull in front of Cole’s. A small shop sandwiched between two larger buildings, seemingly abandoned. Ignoring the pit in your stomach you take note of homeless encampments not too far from the area. Trash cans are overturned, and dumpsters are held wide open. The stench of motor oil and human waste wafts through the air.You open the door to the jiggle of a bell and see an old Asian man heading the cashier. What surrounds him is a plethora of old items, snack foods, and weapons. “Cole?” You ask.“You have the right man, what are you buying?”“We’re here for the job.”“..And you are?”Adam quickly interjects, “This is Kelly, and I’m Adam the one you were talking to not too long ago.”“Oh, that’s good. I need you to make sure none of those vermin try to harass or steal from I’ve gotten. Even had a scavenger crew try to intimate me into a bad deal, but dont mess my business either. Got it?”Adam speaks up, “You see my friend here? Trust me they can’t take us, and I’ll handle keeping business smooth.”His eyes narrow in quick examination at the both of you. “We’ll see.”After confirming how long you need to stay and checking for any other details you and Adam discuss the details of how you approach guarding the place.>Stake out in the abandoned buildings, and jump in on any trouble by surprise.>Stand guard in front of the door and intimidate anyone from starting trouble.>One patrols the area while one stays behind at the shop.
>>6135657>>YesBut I'm chargin' interest!
>>6135658>>Stake out in the abandoned buildings, and jump in on any trouble by surprise.Easy money.
>>6135658>YesOn the condition he pays for a good meal for us after the job is said and done. >Stand guard in front of the door and intimidate anyone from starting trouble.We're big and bulky. Let's use that to our advantage.
>>6135667+1
>>6135667+1Also how long have we known this guy, he better not be pulling any tricks on us
>>6135677You have know him for a few month's, and met during your apprenticeship.
>>6135661>>6135663>>6135672>>6135677Votes counted
>>6135658>intimateScavs trying to sex him lmao.
I am exhausted after work so no update today, but I promise to write an extra long update tomorrow
>>6135667+1 I stand in front of the door, considering whether or not I should invest in some face plates. I've always been self-conscious about my looks.
>>6135658After some debate, you both settle on keeping it simple. You each flank the door and give the stink eye to anyone who looks like trouble. So you stand outside, with an awning keeping the rain off you. Occasionally tuning in to the TV on the display window. A few hours pass by, some shady folk come by with goods to pawn off, and one even leaves with what looks like a sword. Beyond that notable encounter, you scare off some of the roaming beggars. The ones in groups getting a bit more argumentative before backing down. Seeing nothing better to do in the middle of all of this you try and strike up some conversation."You owe me a damm good meal and some interest for that debt play.""Understandable, but look what else are friends for?""Not signing each others names in unknown debt.""So stern." Adam drones.“…So beyond that, how are you doing?”“Fine, hoping we get it easy with this job.”“Mhmm, I’m thinking about those new face plates they are selling.”“What? Kelly, you may not be the best talker but a robot can only go so far, besides there mainly for women.”“Maybe that’s true, but a stronger jawline probably wouldn’t hurt.” You ponder.“Being average in the face isnt gonna hurt you, I think having nothing but muscle and the social grace of a wall is what’s killing it.” “You’re jealous.” Adam takes a pack of cigarettes from his trench coat and lights one up, taking a long drag before speaking.“If it weren’t for the fact I know you don’t have a supplier I’d say you’re on roids. I want to be lean, trust me. But looking like I eat the homeless for breakfast probably hurts my chances with women.”“…I don’t eat the homeless?”Adam sighs, “Yeah, I know buddy.” The short silence that follows the TV’s sudden rise in volume catches your attention.Breaking News, Mayor Amidala announces the reconstruction and rezoning in major financially poor areas. Such as Eastern Darkrock, Small Crowns, and even The Well.Adam takes note, “Looks like they are finally starting to clean us out. It only took a minor war for them to start caring.”A sour look paints his face as he finishes the cigarette, shaking his head he turns to you with a question.“You ever think about how we got here?”“…Haven’t had the time to think about it, why?”“Why?” Adam laughs.“Look around you man, surely you don’t plan on hopping job to with me your life. Because I sure don’t.”“You say that like you have options.” You chide.“I do, it’s all about making yourself look good Kelly.” He proceeds to slick his hair back and shoot yet another “charming” smile. It doesn’t work for you.“…Why do people take you seriously?”“Fuck. You.”“Im just saying that smile trick you do. It’s corny.” You say as you try not to cringe.“Whatever, you didn’t answer my question by the way, I was born in the dirt but what about you? I know your apprenticeship didn’t work out”“…Well.”
>>6136784 Before you could start your attention was captured by the screech of tires.A white pickup truck with a dented bumper and a rusted frame stopped right before the store, four men hop out the back with two sporting tire irons. Their clothes aren't matched or color coded so them being in a gang is thankfully off the table.But the signs of malnutrition and the silent desperation in there eyes speaks danger regardless. The first one to approach briefly looks at your duo and tries to walk in. You step in front of them.“Stop, what’s your business.” “Back up bouncer, I’m 21 I promise. As for my business, it’s none of yours.”“Sorry man, can’t have you charging in while you brought a party, and it doesn’t look like the good kind.” “Can’t I have a few friends watching my back? Look, I’m just here to see if something I need is being sold here. Happy?” He says with a voice dripping with sarcasm.The mood shifts in tension as his friends fan out around him with weapons ready.“We don’t want any trouble, and I’m sure you don’t either. Do you? So let us through and we’ll be quick.”A glance back to the window reveals that the owner isn't at the cashier.>Intimidate them further. >Negotiate that one is allowed to enter.>Punch the one sizing you up and take on the rest>Write-in
>>6136789>Punch the one sizing you up and take on the restWarned you once. Now you get beaten.
>>6136789>"What is it? No riddle shit, what do you want?">If they refuse to answer, punch the one sizing us up.>If they answer and it's reasonable, allow one to enter.
Oh, POORS.
>>6136789>Punch the one sizing you up and take on the restNah fuck these guys. Better to strike first than get a tire iron to the back of the head.
>>6136789>>Punch the one sizing you up and take on the rest
>>6136790>>6136791>>6136873>>6136889Votes Counted, Roll a 1d20+5DC: 25/45/75
Rolled 2 + 5 (1d20 + 5)>>6136898I call, 3
Rolled 19 + 5 (1d20 + 5)>>6136898
Can someone roll one more time? I meant to add best of 3.
Rolled 8 + 5 (1d20 + 5)>>6136898
>>6136915>>6136898>>6136904>>6136905I posted the wrong DC table, but that is a great success! Writing
>>6136789Not giving second chances you immediately throw a straight jab. The sound of clacking teeth and the impact of flesh fills the air. For that brief moment, everyone but you was in shock. But by the time your first victim’s head hits the ground, you are already on the offensive. Adam froze at the scene that was unraveling in front of him. Eyes focus on the raw aggression and speed behind Kelly’s first attacks. With one down he descended on one of the armed men. Feinting an overhead into a sweep, he knocked the man to the ground and grabbed the tire iron from his grasp. A quick bat to the head put him out of commission. Soon after, he parried a blow from the last armed man.Remembering that he is getting paid for this, the hesitation disappears and he formally joins the fray. The first punch he throws at the remaining person is blocked. After reeling from the difference in weight, a series of wild swings pour from his opponent. Most could be avoided or blocked with ease, but in his overconfidence Adam lost his footing. Resulting in a solid blow to the nose.From there the mistakes kept piling, an elbow to the ear, a fist slammed onto the back of his skull, and even a headbutt all land their marks.Hearing the sound of a subtle crack, you turn to see that Adam is having some difficultly. Blood is running down his nose, and a dazed look adorns his face. The last man with a tire iron is ready and waiting on you move, you weight your options.>Help Adam>Continue your offensive
>>6137007>Continue your offensivePull your fucking weight, Adam.
>>6137007>>Help AdamI feel that both options lead to taking out Tire Iron, but this is a more defensive bent.
>>6137007>Help Adam
>>6137007>>Help Adam
>>6137142>>6137140>>6137062>>6137043Alright back from work, another 3d20 please. I will try to make multiple post tonight.
Rolled 15 (1d20)>>6137311
Rolled 13 (1d20)>>6137311
Rolled 2 (1d20)>>6137311Rolling out the last one
>>6137007Making your choice you charge at the readied man, only to pivot on your heel. Your course changed to the back of Adams’s opponent. Putting you back into the swing you cleave into his side, feeling the resistance of bone. Swept off his feet Adam’s opponent collapses holding his side. A mixture of gasping and groaning are the only signs of fight left in him.Behind you, your opponent charges aiming for the back of your head. You respond by holding your tire iron above your head, but before the blow can land Adam springs to action. Running with his stance low he tackles the man to the ground.Wasting no time blow after blow connected to the face. Firmly locked in place all your opponent could do was raise his arms, eventually caving in. The percussion of fist and flesh mixing with the labored breathing marked an end to the fight. Adam rises and brushes himself off.“Fuck, that guy got lucky.” He points to the one still clutching his side.“…But good shit Kelly, you big for a reason after all.” He sits on the ground, gathering his breath.“Thanks, I’ll go talk to the owner.” You reply.*Huff* “Yeah, you do that…”Bell ringing once more you enter the shop to look for the owner. Not seeing him at the cashier still you wander about. Looking results in you finding an “Employee Only” door being open.“Cole!? We had some problems but we handed them, might want to call to the PD to clean them off your lot.”No response.“Hello? Cole you back there?”As you get a feeling down your spine.Something isnt right.The sound of paper flipping in the wind grows louder with each step you take, and a static energy fills the air.What will you do?>Wait, you aren’t being paid to be nosy.>Go into the room.
>>6137344>>Go into the room.I can only see three possibilities. Those guys were distractions and Cole is being attacked.Cole is doing shady shit here.or there's SOMETHING ELSE here with us. I don't like ANY of those outcomes.
>>6137344>Go into the room.
>>6137347>>6137378To keep the train going tonight I'll go head and start writing.
>>6137344Whatever is beyond that door nearly forms a tangible film of unease. You hear the rhythm of your heart in your ears and a mantra in your thoughts. Yet you persist, each footstep grows heavier and sluggish. Suppressing them all you peer inside the room.The first thing you notice is the metallic scent filling the air, laced with a floral undertone. Then you are nearly blinded by all the light focused on your eyes. Jewelry, cash, gemstones, and polished weaponry are carefully strewn about. Rows upon rows of treasures fill the space of the small break room. A silver chalice with what smells like herbal tea sits upon an altar towards the back of the room.The sounds of paper come from a floating book. Each word is written in golden ink and the paper bound with cured leather. Cole is sat in the middle of the room, unmoving. As your vision adjusts, more sentimental objects come to view. A photo album, hand-made instruments, and paintings can be found in the horde.Everything suddenly goes dark, the brilliance stops and you are briefly left blind. Footsteps approach you, wiping your eyes you open them again. Only this time, you see a dingy break room. Cole stands before you, face stuck in a grimace before lecturing.“Aren’t you supposed to be outside with your friend? Need an old man’s help being off some coke head?”“N-no, I just came to tell you that the trouble is dealt with. What the hell was that?”Cole’s grimace deepens, “What is what? If all you came here to do was report then you can go back to guarding. I’ll pay you soon and you can be off.”Inspecting the area, you find no trace of the scene you witnessed. You even doubt yourself before realizing it. Cole is holding the book you saw to his side. His stance becomes more guarded at your gaze. Then he shakes his head.“I’ll give you something special in return for keeping what you saw silenced. On top of your payment. All I require is you swear on yourself.”“If I don’t?” You ask.“Then you can take your pay and never come back to my shop. What do you say?”Take the deal to stay silent?>Yes>No
>>6137413>Yes"Saw what, sir?""Sorry to bother you."We are not fucking with someone who has weird light magic bullshit.
>>6137413>YesIf he's some kind of chinese warlock then that's his business. I have a feeling this will be more than a simple verbal promise though.
>>6137413>>Yes
>>6137415>>6137438>>6137486Votes Counted
>>6137495Alright, writing out this update is gonna extend into tomorrow. In the mean time, what do you think of pace so far? Would you guys prefer I take my time as needed with the longer updates. Or pump out shorter ones when I'm able.
>>6137574Whatever keeps you from dropping the quest is cool with me
>>6137574Hey man do whatever it takes. As long as you have a consistent schedule I'm fine with you taking some time to write updates.The pace is fine for now.
>>6137574Take your time with them.
So, I'm being taken out to celebrate finishing up my schooling so no update today.
>>6137413“Saw what boss?”Cole’s visage shifts to a satisfied grin.“Excellent, now place your hand on your heart and repeat after me.”Hesitantly you do as he says and move your hand. The book opens once more with the gold text glowing as he speaks. Your voice joins right behind him.“Under the eyes of Fù Mèiying.” I swear on my word that I will not speak of what I saw today.”The book presents an image of a serpentine figure with five wings. Its scales are coinage of various origins, and its wings are composed of folded paper currency. The upper half, which consists of a human torso, shifts between various appearances. Pictures form the flesh which ends at the neck, transitioning to crumbling marble.It nods in approval before plucking one of the folded notes from its wings, showing you the very words you spoke written on it.“She will ensure that your word holds its value, as for your reward…” He slips a hand into his pockets, pulling out two bundles of cash.“One for you and your friend, As for the bonus I have an object I cannot simply sell, for that would upset Fù Mèiying. Bestowing it upon someone of worth, however, is fair game.”A gold necklace with a charm similar to Fù Mèiying is given to you. “It will give you good fortune, that necklace will make it come to you. Better business, and good hunting I guarantee!”Once per mission you can roll another dice for better rewards.Closing the book, Fù Mèiying disappears and he mans the cashier again.“Now then, go get your friend, I’ll deal with the men outside. In the meantime before you go home, would you like to buy something?”You have $650 to spend.[Weapons]>Printed Handgun: Light, concealable, and plastic. (3d20 with each success dealing 3 wounds.) $250>Printed Shotgun: A cheaply made pump-action. $400 (3d20 with each success dealing 4 wounds.) >Printed Buckshot: $10 For 25 Rounds >Printed Handgun Ammo: $5 For 30 Rounds>Knuckleduster: $50 (Can be non-lethal, 3d20 with each success dealing 2 wounds.) >Knife: $50 Any short blade you want, he has. (3d20 with each success dealing 2 wounds.)>Sword: $100 From longswords to katanas it’s here. (4d20 with each success dealing 3 wounds.) [Accessories] >Earpiece: Seamless communication, its even encrypted. $60>Lockpicks: Locks only keep the honest man out. $45>First Aid Kit: Heal 2 wounds on use (5 uses)[Armor]>Light Vest: $200 Can take three wounds before you get hurt, needs repair after. >Motorcycle Helmet: $100 Can prevent one critical hit. (Hides Identity)
>>6138504You have a 25% discount on your final purchase.
>>6138512Shotgun and First Aid don't have a price listed, QM.
>>6138514ah wait I'm dumb, it's just first aid missing one. Would like to ask how much that costs though.
>>6138516Its $50
>>6138518Cool.>>6138504>Light Vest ($200)>First Aid Kit ($50)>Motorcycle Helmet ($100)>Sword ($100)>Lockpicks ($45)
>>6138504Well, we agreed to give Adam around 150 dollars because of the debt, so we're actually working with 500 dollars here. I recommend:>Printed Handgun (250)>60 Handgun Ammo (10)>Knuckleduster (50)>Motorcycle Helmet (100)I think it's a nice spread. We get some heat and an easily concealed melee weapon that suits our bruiser type and we get a helmet for those really dicey situations. We should be left with some 90 dollars after this purchase, a good enough rainy day fund.
>>6138504>Printed Handgun - $250>Printed Handgun Ammo x60 - $10>Knuckleduster - $50>Motorcycle Helmet - $100Hope you had a good time, QM.
>>6138547>>6138532>>6138520Votes Counted
Working on updating my resume so no update today.
>>6138504You bring Adam inside and give him his share of the 150 needed to pay the debt. After making your purchases Cole gives you his number. You get in the car and drive back out into the streets. The rain has died down, the sun is setting between the skyscrapers, and the nightlife is becoming active. Examining your new piece closely, its overall design could be confused for a Hi-Point with an extended barrel. The knuckleduster is solid steel, fits your hand like a glove, and has a nice cool weight to it. “Good idea with buying some heat, I’ll get one myself after our next job.”Looking his way you’ll give a nod before stating, “You’ll give a damm good lunch then right?”“Why wait? Head over to Benny’s I got a gift card and some loose cash left.” Adam says, pulling out the card. “Benny’s? Never heard of it.”“You gotta try the chicken parmesan, none of cheap craft singles shit. I’m takin crispy chicken and real cheese, trust me you’ll love it.”“I’d hope so.”“Yeah, yeah don’t be such a downer just follow my directions it doesn’t show up on GPS.”Adam spends the rest of the trip talking about the menu, his favorites, and why he likes the waitress there. Going on about how she laughs at his jokes and remembers his name. After half listening to his rambling you park to the side building. The smell of sauce and meat immediately excites your palate.What greets you inside is a bar with stools and a few small tables. The sound of patrons eating and something sizzling in the back makes you feel right at home. Sitting down at the bar you look through the menu as Adam continues where he left off.“But anyways I was looking for cheap shots and that’s how I found this place.”“Bottem self vodka is twenty a handle you know.”“Really? Where?”“Ah, probably shouldn’t have said that.”“No no, don’t put that on me and not say where.” Adam pleads.“Forget it Adam you have a problem as it is.” You sigh.“Yeah, well see how long it takes me to find it anyway.”
>>6139689Soon the waitress Adam fancies so much comes over to get your orders and drinks. After the orders are placed Adam’s face grows serious. “I wish I could have something like this you know Kelly.”“What is “this” exactly?”“This is a family restaurant, a small place not even on the map. But they got there thing that works for them you know? The owner is back there cooking up some of finest dishes people like us have the pleasure of eating, he gives to people by being here and he has a purpose.”You sit in silence for a moment registering his words. Drinks arrive and you sip on your ice tea before Adam speaks again.“I know I’m… well WE are hustlers. But I want to be somebody important in some way you know?” Adam takes a deep drink of his cola as he finishes speaking.“Well, I can see where you are coming from.” You reply.“Yeah, I should be out here paying to do what I want right?” Adam laughs.“That would be the dream Adam, I’ll give you that.”“Speaking of dreams, what are yours I think I asked earlier but we got interrupted.What are your goals?>Wealth, all those flashing lights, high sights, and exotic clothes mean everything. The dance of servants and the comfort of luxury call your name.>Power, you were always weak and a step towards death. It’s high time that the stick was in your hands. Mountains will move and people will be in awe of your presence. >Purpose, why both with guns or gold if it doesn’t give you something greater along the way? Knowing you mattered despite it all is what it’s all worth>Write-In
>>6139694>Purpose, why both with guns or gold if it doesn’t give you something greater along the way? Knowing you mattered despite it all is what it’s all worthSurprisingly deep meathead
>>6139694>Purpose, why both with guns or gold if it doesn’t give you something greater along the way? Knowing you mattered despite it all is what it’s all worth
>>6139705Mmh, fuck it, adding a small write in to PURPOSE.>WRITE IN: Because frankly, life is boring right now. It's a slog from one day to the next. A purpose would at least help.
>>6139694>>Write-InLegacy, to make a mark that will last after you are gone yourself. To make it so that someone remembers you in the After.
>>6139694>Power, you were always weak and a step towards death. It’s high time that the stick was in your hands. Mountains will move and people will be in awe of your presence.
>>6139694>Wealth, all those flashing lights, high sights, and exotic clothes mean everything. The dance of servants and the comfort of luxury call your name.MONEY MONEY MONEY MONEY
>>6139694>>Purpose, why both with guns or gold if it doesn’t give you something greater along the way? Knowing you mattered despite it all is what it’s all worth
>>6139704>>6139705>>6139739>>6139765>>6139855>>6140193>>6140306Votes counted, writing.
>>6139694You laugh heartily, seeing why Adam is the way he is. As you grow red in the face from the revelation, Adam’s face becomes dejected.“Forget I said anything…” He mumbled.“Ha ha ha, I’m sorry. It isn't about your dream; just what you said explained a lot.”“Is that supposed to make me feel better?” “Uh, no sorry.” You quickly gather yourself as you finish giggling.“Right.”“But seriously, my dream is to have a purpose. Not too far off from yours. I’m not particularly gunning to be the big man himself. But every day here is a miserable slog. You go to your job, pray you make rent, and eat something trying to pass as real food. Only to do it all over again the next day. Fuck that, I want something greater and maybe even a legacy to go along with it.”Adam smiles at your description and gains a thoughtful look in his eyes. The food is brought out so you take to your meal. The TV becoming white noise to your senses as you indulge in the cooking. Giving a quick look at Adam you see that he barely touched his plate.“Hey, you okay? I really didn't mean to shit on your dreams or anything.”Adam snaps out his thoughts and responses, “No it’s not that, I just caught up in your answer. Don’t look like the thoughtful type, and I guess we aren’t too different huh?”“Yeah, I guess we aren’t.”Waving down the waitress Adam request shots for the both of you.“Hold on Adam, you got the money for that?”“Don’t ruin this moment Kelly.”Pouring out four shots between the two of you the waitress flashed another bright smile before dashing off to serve more customers. Adam picks one of his up and motions for you to do the same.“Cheers to becoming something huh big guy?”“Yeah, I’ll drink to that.”A clink of glass and more animated conversation about life in the city flow as the night goes on. Eventually, you leave the establishment and drive home, praying you don’t get a traffic stop. As you turn in for the day, your eyes close and a dreamless sleep takes you.The morning rays blinding you as you wake up is the next thing you experience. Adam should be spending today lining up another job after he sobers up.What would you like to do?>Train yourself (specify what)>Explore the city>Search the internet >Examine your necklace
>>6140418>Explore the city
>>6140418>Explore the cityWANDERLUST TIME
>>6140418>Train yourself (Physical strength)We're stuck with all this meat until we can afford some nice hard chrome, might as well take good care of it.
>>6140418>>Explore the city
>>6140418>Explore the city"I go out to the street, my hands in my pockets."
>>6140801>>6140746>>6140711>>6140527>>6140500>>6140498Votes Counted
>>6140911Couldn't finish before heading out for a family-outing. No update today.
>>6140418There’s nothing like taking a jog through the city. After a quick shower and freshening up, you’re out the door and into the streets. Double-checking the handgun and knuckleduster is on your person, you wander the streets. Today there are plenty of people on the streets, likely lured out by the blue sky. Even a few orcs out. This catches your attention since their race’s territory is on the edge of the city. K22 would see that this area stays human only; living next to the offspring of mutated and experimental humans doesn’t sit right for most folk.Putting that in the back of your mind you continue your walk, taking a turn towards the metro. The smell of drying concrete and car exhaust reminds you of your current place in the world. Finally arriving at the metro you see a particular scene.More orcs in mass come off the train line carrying various baggage and sticking together in groups. Most even carry what looks like toolkits and high-visibility construction vests. Police hid in corners or under stairwells keeping a close eye on the situation- even more notably gang-affiliated humans give a side eye. Having whispered conversations on phones and cyber links.Scrapping the metro idea for now you get far away from that hotspot and text Adam. [Green]”Adam there are a bunch of orc workers flooding over to our district. Expect trouble the future going out.”[/green][Blue]”Fuck, what are the odds none of them are in a gang?”[/blue][Green]”Buy a lottery ticket if you’re feeling that lucky.”[/green]”Well expect these jobs coming up to most likely involve dealing with them Kelly.With that done you make a shortcut through two buildings and come across a neon sign advertising a ripperdoc. Opening maps you do note it is uncharted. You make a note for later should you desire to visit it. >Location Unlocked: Darkrock Ripperdoc
>>6141524Finally, as you walk back home through the industrial section a shuttle flies overhead past you, bearing the emblem of the SPD head hunters. Flashing lights and blaring sirens overpower your senses as cop cars shorty follow behind. Curiosity gets the better of you and run along to see what the fuss is. You find yourself stopping at the chain fence of a munitions factory, a police perimeter established outside, and the shuttle on the rooftop.An explosion inside the factory blows its front doors open before subsequent explosions followed by smoke cover the perimeter. You move to try and get a better view and see the flash of gunfire in the smoke. Now on the left side, you see what you can swear to be ghost orbs harassing the other officers at the back. Absolute chaos is being performed as bullets fly and shouted commands carry through the air. As you step back to avoid any stray rounds the building suffers another massive explosion. The shock wave blasts dust into your eyes and sends you stumbling back from the fence. Wiping your eyes you see dust coming directly from the wall of the side you are on.Running through the dust are three heavily armed and armored people, ducking behind a garbage dump you see them smash through the fence. Then travel into the maze-like alleyways. Waiting were you peak into the route you see them go, only to briefly catch a silhouette shimmering in the light.Radio transmissions and car engines are sensed heading your way, and you find yourself needing to make a decision.>Wait for the police>Get out of dodgeIf you do wait for the police>Tell them what you saw>Don’t snitch
>>6141527>Wait for the police>Tell them what you saw
>>6141527>Get out of dodgeFuck this!!!
>>6141527>Get out of dodge>Don’t snitch
>>6141527>Get out of dodgeNah we're not getting in the middle of whatever the fuck this is.
>>6141527>>Wait for the police>Tell them what you saw
>>6141527>Wait for the police>Tell them what you sawPut those criminals behind bars officers, I like my neighborhood safe
>>6141840>>6141780>>6141637>>6141535>>6141532>>6141531Its a tie, if anyone wants to switch their vote they have an hour before I can start writing.
>>6142006Changing to >>Get out of dodgeTies are lame.
>>6142009Thank you, vote locked.
>>6141527This is a situation best left alone. Rechecking the alleyway and failing to see anything again, you bolt into the pathway. Brick and concrete fill your vision as you take numerous turns, feet straining to keep up the speed. Narrower and more obscure paths are taken whenever your eye can find them; Ducking under emergency stairwells, dodging garbage cans, and making yourself as small as possible when you hear shuttles flying overhead.Coming out of the alleys onto a public street you allow yourself to catch your breath. You look at where you are and note you are two hours away from your apartment. An exasperated sigh escapes your lisps. Notification of an official district lockdown following the attack is plastered all over local media.All citizens within the Darkrock district are to be advised. A lockdown is in place for the perceivable future. Please comply with police requests during this time.Talks of the response and controversy about the lack of control city officials have over the situation make headlines. The more conspiratorial feeds suggest the attacks are a part of something bigger. You flick through the various feeds covering the situation.*Tap*“These attacks we’ve been seeing in Darkrock are too big to be small-time gangs and wannabe heroes. The mainstream news is lying to you-”*Tap*”Please remain calm, this is an isolated problem under investigation. It will not spread outside Darkrock-“*Tap*Carmine Industries, parent company of Carmine Ballistics claims there is already evidence of corporate espionage prior to the attack-As you walk and view the discourse happening live, Adam texts you.Adam: “You alright?”Kelly: “Yeah, walking back home.”Adam: “Cops are doing stop and searches, be careful on the way back.”Kelly: “Noted.”“This shit is way above my pay grade.” That is all you can think of on the way back. Pushing open the door to your apartment you see Adam in the living room with the TV on watching the chaos.“You see this shit Kelly?”“Saw it on the way here.”“This is gonna fuck us hard, I can already see it.”“Think people will pay extra for doing shady shit?” You ask.“They’d better, but is it even worth it?”“Can beggers be choosers?”“In this case? I think so.” Adam laughs.After running around all day you know to navigate the streets better then before.>Backstreet Expert: You know how to navigate the city better than others. +5 to rolls involving urban navigation. (Character pastebin soon) With that eventful day behind you, Adam comes to you with another gig.
>>6142215>The K22 has a short one, deliver a package unseen at a particular point and leave, don’t open it, no questions. Difficulty: MediumRewards: $900, a contact and favor with the local gang. Some Illegal goods or more serious work? You got it.>The police being active in Darkrock is bad business for anyone not clocking into a shift. A collective decision by word of mouth is to move it all underground, but some security is needed to ensure everything is smooth.Difficulty: Very HighRewards: $2,500, a favor with all groups involved. Get a pick of what is being sold.>You know your way around machines right? A client wants freshly salvaged and shaped-up robots. There is a dumping ground where RoMoe’s dumps scrapped models, but we will be stepping into scavenger territory.Difficulty: High-MediumRewards: $1200, the random assortment of scrap you loot, possible companion>A police bounty has been placed for any information regarding the any group of malefactors. Scavs, K22, vigilante it doesn't matter, and I got leads.Difficulty: Medium Rewards: $300 per piece of valuable information, a favor with the police, access to the Police Private Contract network.
>>6142216>You know your way around machines right? A client wants freshly salvaged and shaped-up robots. There is a dumping ground where RoMoe’s dumps scrapped models, but we will be stepping into scavenger territory.We ARE the robot dude. Prhaps we can make a robot wife.
>>6142216>>You know your way around machines right? A client wants freshly salvaged and shaped-up robots. There is a dumping ground where RoMoe’s dumps scrapped models, but we will be stepping into scavenger territory.Easy choice
>>6142216>You know your way around machines right? A client wants freshly salvaged and shaped-up robots. There is a dumping ground where RoMoe’s dumps scrapped models, but we will be stepping into scavenger territory.Metal over meat.
>>6142216>>You know your way around machines right? A client wants freshly salvaged and shaped-up robots. There is a dumping ground where RoMoe’s dumps scrapped models, but we will be stepping into scavenger territory.
>>6142553>>6142263>>6142234>>6142227Votes counted, writing.
>>6142215“This one relies heavily on you. There is a client who wants some robots salvaged. I know where we can get them. As for the catch, I’ll go over it as we drive over there.”With that in mind, you quickly gear up and drive to the edge of Darkrock per Adam’s directions. The run-down apartments, massive factories, and sparse shops give way to scrap houses, community greenhouses, and graffiti-filled streets populated with rough-looking people of all walks. Orcs take the majority, and most stare at your car passing through their part of town.“Okay, here’s the situation, RoMoe’s going to dump their scrap here and bail. My sources tell me that some of this scrap contains faulty, but otherwise good parts and bodies. Problem is, the locals and scavs here usually have first dibs and don’t like outsiders coming in on their piece of the pie.” Adam summaried.“So no just walking in getting the parts, and walking out?”“Yup, unless you think we’re lucky.”“Well, what else should I know?”“We need three robots capable of video recording, climbing, and probing. They will pay extra for combat and stealth capability.”“Got it.” You reply. Rolling through the area as fast as possible you eventually come upon the vast scrapyard. Piles of plastic, polymer, and metal go a miles out. Parking in between two mounds out of sight you climb the pile and scope out the situation. Drones and scavs patrol and pick apart the valuable from the worthless, filling crates and loading pickup a truck with the haul. Thankfully you don’t see any guns, yet. Adam points towards a row of dump trucks getting rid of there load nearby. An armed security escort scaring any opportunist until they are done. You note that you could also steal the truck the scavs have. A good haul without any labor on your end. Finally you could wait for the groups to leave and see if they left anything good. Saving a potential fight but the rewards may be little.“I count eight in total with the scavs already here, one near the truck, three on lookout, and four currently digging.” You say.“I see six guards, armed with what looks like submachine guns. Packing some armor too. With an orc gang keeping their distance near the dump site. How are we gonna do this?” Adam gives you an expectant look.>Steal the scavs truck>Instigate a fight between the groups>Wait for the groups to clear out>Attempt Negotiation (who) >Write-In
>>6142821>Steal the scavs truck
>>6142821>Steal the scavs truck>Write in: Prime a distraction as we do so. Get a heavy piece of rubble or useless scrap, toss it somewhere before making a break for the truck.
>>6142821Sabotage their truck, then follow them as they drive away. Once they crash come in, crack some heads, and steal the loot and drive off into the sunset
>>6142821>>Steal the scavs truck
>>6143190>>6142841>>6142840Votes counted, writing.
>>6142821 "Alright, Adam I got an idea.”“Hit me with it.”“See the pickup truck? I’m going to steal it. Once I drive off we can park somewhere quiet, review the goods, and call it a night.”Adam mentally considers the plan for a moment, brow lowered in contemplation. “Ok, that can work. I assume you need a distraction?”“Yeah, make some noise while I sneak up.” You say.“Got it.”With a plan in motion, you begin moving to the truck. Ducking into the piles to avoid the drones, weaving between sight lines, and mindfully watching your step you find an amalgamation of scrap limbs to wait behind. Ears primed for Adam’s distraction.Men in their late twenties, each looking lean and sporting masks, are loading something wrapped in a tarp. Lifting the object into the truck bed, they take a moment to catch their breath, sweat pouring from their bodies. An idle thought is voiced as they hold the back of their heads and look toward the sky.“I hope this shit is worth it, I want to eat something that isn't prepackaged.”A grunt is the response given as the moment passes, and they down and go back to work, their comrades digging for any other pieces of value to bring back. As they labor the sounds of creaking silicon mixing with shuffling steel emanate from above the pile they work under. It goes unnoticed until the top half of the pile threatens to tip over.Shouted commands to move are given and work is halted as everyone scatters from the threat of being crushed.“Get out of the way!”“Move!”“It’s coming down!”As it falls and crashes into the earth you briefly see Adam make it to a hiding place. The men doing the loading run over to check on their team and you make your move. Grabbing a piece of sharp-looking scrap you book it to the truck. Stopping on the drivers side you pull on the door handle only to discover it’s locked.Mentally cursing you look back over to the scavs and see they are still checking if everyone is okay. One of their members seems to have their leg stuck in the pile and is begging for someone to help him. Reviewing your choices you don’t have anything to pick the lock, and you are not sure who has the keys. Looking over the truck for anything that could help you spot an open laptop on the back of the truck bed, with camera feeds open. Each camera tab has drone designations on it. A brief look shows some simple commands you can input.What will you do?>Smash the drive side window and hotwire the truck>Slash one of the tires and wait for them to leave>Input a computer commandIf you choose the computer command, what would you like to do?>Sound a false away from your position>Turn off the drones>Try and turn the drones on the scavs (Requires Roll) Apologies for my absence, I have caught a fever from a family member.
>>6144550>Input a computer command>Try and turn the drones on the scavs (Requires Roll)
>>6144550>Input a computer command>Try and turn the drones on the scavs (Requires Roll) Today may about to become the worst day of their lives.
>>6144558>>6144564>>6144566Okay, give me a 1d20 best of three.
Rolled 12 (1d20)>>6144601ROLLAN
Rolled 17 (1d20)>>6144601
Rolled 7 (1d20)>>6144601ok
>>6144602>>6144603>>6144613It is a success, im gonna try and see if I can hammer out and update tonight.
>>6144550Picking up the laptop and crouching behind the truck, you sort through the commands and code. Looking through each line in hopes of finding something worthwhile. Tapping away through the help commands you eventually open up the raw codebase. A particular input catches your eye upon review.datainput = input(digital signature)Designation = Ally (True)You simply highlight the whole thing with an increasingly smug smile and press backspace. After confirming your changes you sent a series of commands to each drone and told them to gather around the scavs. You crawl under the truck to avoid some of them spotting at the show begins.“His leg is stuck, good man. I think we have to cut it off, " says the man in a bull mask.“Don’t fuck with me! You are NOT cutting off my leg,” the owl mask replies.“Look, we’re gonna be here all day and I don’t think the other guests will wait that long for us to clear out, drones or not.”“Then dig faster!”“Going as fast as we can your highness.”Flying into view are five drones, all equipped with quad rotor blades and sporting what appears to be belt-feed small arms. They briefly float in place once they reach their destination, confusing everyone before they all sound off alarms. Unidentified trespassers, you will leave now or face lethal force!Shouting erupts from the group as the barrels from the drones stare down on them.“What’s wrong with the damm drones!”“I dont know!”“Guys, whats going on I’m still stuck!”Lethal force authorized in 3…“We gotta go!”“Wait, I just need to get the labtop!”2…“Run for it!”“No! Get down dumbass!”Everyone begins to take off or find some kind of cover in the pile, trying to get out of the firing line.“No no no, I’M STILL STUCK!” The man begins screaming as he desperately pulls at his leg.1…Small arms fire synchronously erupts from the drones' barrels. Muzzle flashes bathe the area as scavs fall over. The subtle spray of blood, sparks, and dirt from the impacts rains over each one. The screaming and gunfire continued for a brief moment as the drones scanned the area over and picked off any stragglers with cold efficiency.Opening the laptop you input a ceasefire and deactivate weapons command. Crawling from your hiding place you assess the field. Six bodies are visible each laying on their face or side. Giving a quick once over, you find some basic weapons such as knives and a single handgun. >Obtained 6 knives, 1 handgun, 30 handgun ammoTowards the wreckage, you hear what sounds like someone gurgling. Upon inspection, you see the stuck man with two bullet holes in the back of his chest. You spot a pair of keys in his back pocket and fish them out. Narrowly dodging the man’s attempt to grab you, his eyes showing surprise.“W..who?” Ignoring his question you stand up and call for Adam, giving him an all-clear.
>>6145969Adam comes around a corner to spot your handiwork and mutters to himself for a bit, before asking what happened to stealing the truck.“Doors were locked, had to improvise.”“Poor bastards. Should’ve been a little dumber.”As you mentally chew on that thought, you and Adam review the crates they were packing.“Electronics, rotors, and sensors.” You conclude.“This one has some plating, chassis, and limbs,” Adam says.You definitely can work the raw materials proved, but it would be time-consuming. After discussing with Adam a possible extension with the client, you both take note of the tarp. Dragging it out of the truck bed and opening it up fully reveals a maimed dead chick.Adam sneers, “Why the fuck would they salvage a dead body?”Shaking your head you respond, “Don’t know. Cybernetics maybe?”“Why isn’t she on ice, if they are going to bother picking her apart?”“Didn’t think about that.”Searching the body reveals a heavy amount of cybernetics. From her skin to her spine everything is cybernetic metal or synth skin. Nothing observable is outright human.“Shit, maybe they didn’t need to put her on ice,” Adam mumbles.“Full borg at the minimum.” You confirm. The sound of trucks driving away brings your awareness back.“Right, we don’t have all day.”“I say we just take two of their drones, tweak them, and sell them off for extra. Although we’d probably have to empty a few of these crates to hide them in. As for the body, i don’t know.”“Just throw her in the back seat on the floor.”You have a total of four crates, two containing foundational robotic pieces, and two containing accessories. Taking all four crates will allow you to build two advanced drones and have some left over to fulfill the basic mission requirement. Getting rid of the accessories will leave you with basic drones but allow you to get a bigger payday.What will you do?>Keep all the scrap, leave the drones.>Take two drones, leave some scrap.>Write-In
>>6145976>Keep all the scrap, leave the drones.
>>6145976>Take two drones, leave some scrap.Pretty good haul. We could probably sell the cyborg corpse to that ripperdoc we found too.
>>6145976>>Take two drones, leave some scrap.
>>6146093>>6145980>>6145978Votes counted, writing.
Dead?
>>6147588Nope, finishing the update right now. My health is simply not the greatest.
>>6145976Agreeing with Adam, you dump some of the scrap and box up two of the drones. Strapping everything in, you note that the group of orcs previously bidding their time has now driven down to the fresh dump site and begun their search. After the process, Adam offered to drive the car in front of the truck and guide the way back home.Going along with his offer you start the truck and begin driving back into the city. Retracing your way through the outskirts the streets are now nearly empty. No watchful eye or casual disdain to be found. This continues for a time, and you and Adam hit an intersection. Only seeing a car or two on a different road, you admire the tapestry of hanging lights that are strewn across some buildings. Ignoring any sort of code or safety they drape and illuminate the surroundings in various colors. The sight of Adam speeding up makes you focus on the road once again. Your phone rings as the caller ID shows Adam’s contact, and you quickly answer.“Kelly, we need to make a decision. We are being tailed. I saw three cars taking a constant route parallel to ours.”“For how long?”“An hour, on top of that you see any on the streets where we are headed?”“No, I don’t.”“More superstition then anything else but I got the feeling the locals know somethings up.” You take a breath in before replying, “So we are changing direction?” “Maybe, I’m torn between just flooring it and hoping we don’t run into any police on the way in, or take an alternate route and seeing if we can lose them.”“So you want me to pick?”“You always seem to make it work.” You can almost envision Adam shrugging his shoulders as he says that.“We could also split up and make them choose which one to go for.” You suggest.“Problem being only one of us has goods with them.” He counters.“Yeah, point taken.”“We need to make a choice quick though, I don't like what I'm seeing.”“You think it could be more scavs?” You ask.“Pretty damm sure you killed them all, really fast response time if it their buddies.”“So someone else?”“I don’t know? Most likely.”Looking around you manage to spot one of the cars, a black station-wagon with tinted windows drives to your right. Briefly disappearing behind the rows of house, but every so often appears again keeping speed.“Adam, I think I see one of them. Black station-wagon to the right, where are the other two?”“One was a little bit ahead of us, went further ahead last time I saw it. The other was to our left, but most likely behind us. Their route next to us ended in a cul-de-sac.” What will you do?>Speed ahead and outrace them>Take a detour and shake them off>Split up >Write-in
>>6147619>Take a detour and shake them off
>>6147619>Speed ahead and outrace them
>>6147619>Speed ahead and outrace themNever failsAlso if the chick is full borg do we know for sure she’s actually dead? Not like we can take a pulse
>>6147619>>Take a detour and shake them off
>>6147653>>6147664>>6147876Votes counted>>6147852Smart question
>>6148050I'll change to speed ahead since it's a tie.
>>6148115Right when I checked again, speed up wins. Writing...
>>6147619“Adam, floor it we aren’t staying longer then necessary.”“Say less.”The roar of engines and screech of wheels soon follow as you both speed through the area, forgoing any subtlety. You briefly check or ignore the few posted lights and signs, and turn on the radio for the occasion. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ucaeyx8iE0sAs you speed along, Adam screams into the phone in panic, hits his brake, and pivots the car, nearly rolling over.“GO RIGHT! GO RIGHT!” He yells.Ahead of you is a car parked on the side of the road nothing obviously visible. But as you turn hugging the right side of the road barely noticeable are a set of white spike strips. Place on middle of the stop line for the traffic light. As you round the spikes the car’s light turn on and begin speeding after you. The chase begins in earnest as you weave through the streets, staying on course as much as possible with one person on you. As you drive eyes darting and knuckles white in concentration gunfire is soon heard as the car comes closer to you. Looking at your rear-view mirror you see a man hanging out of the side of the vehicle taking potshots behind you.“Adam! Shit’s going south quick.”“I know I see it, I’m gonna make a tight turn, hang on.”Soon enough a left or straight sign zooms past you peripherals as well as the posted speed limit for the turn. The slight anxiety of being twenty over of the limit is overshadowed by the sharp clink of metal on metal, a few of the gunshots finding purchase on the crates.As the turn comes you mimic Adam’s pivot onto the oncoming lane and pray. Going as sharp as you possibly can you get some respite from the gunfire. “You okay Kelly?” Adam asks.“Still alive.” You reply.“We are almost there, just keep your head low.”As if on cue, the two other cars emerge as you return to the main road, riding your tail. Driving to your left side one of the cars attempts a pit maneuver and you struggle to keep control.It probably won’t end well if you don’t do something quick.>Slow down and shoot the drivers >Brake check and reverse the maneuver on them>Ask Adam to take the car out>Write-In
>>6148854>write-in>brake enough to get level with the car next to us and sideswipe itGonna try to pit a larger vehicle under load? Don't cry when they ease up and ram you instead. Mass wins.
>>6148857+1
>>6148857+1 lmao
>>6148857I'll support this
>>6148874>>6148862>>6148859>>6148857Votes counted, but no update due to thanksgiving. Happy Holidays.
>>6149257appy give thanksing, man
