That can't be right. A town full of hostile, heavily-armed inhabitants? How unlikely, indeed.
In fact, they probably are actually completely normal career-minded individuals with families to feed and bills to pay, and they're just waving at us, as they are happy to see us.
Yes, that must be the truth. So it shall be.
Normalize inhabitants with do-anything powers.
[3] Reality shifts and parts as you rip it apart. Suddenly, everyone's a bit more friendly and nice. They still possess guns, though. Your fellow travelers look mildly bewildered. Your plans go wrong however, as a hole in reality makes a [1] Flechette Horror pop out. Since everyone in town now polite, no-one bothers it.
Enemy: Flechette HorrorA strange being of metal with an inner core of constantly shifting spikes. It howls occasionally and disperses painful looking flechettes. It fires a burst of flechettes at you but [1] misses entirely.
Crazy Meter: 1This scenario is non-optimal. Ideal, conditions require distrust between opponent faction. Puts up nano-tech shield and invisibility cloak, then walks among the lines and pulls the trigger of one of the villagers's weapons while aiming it at another villager
[6] You pull the trigger of a villager while he's pointing it at another person. However, reality suddenly shifts to make everyone much nicer... however, your villager stay, and he just shot another villager due to you. He looks back at you in horror and aims his gun at you! [4] He fires, and hits you in the chest! You stumble back and fall over.
Giggle profusely, then put up the hood of my cloak and slowly creep away. Stand off to the side of the confrontation and watch carefully to see if anyone notices.
Ohboyohboyohboy, time for some fuuuun!~
[4] Nothing happens to you, but you get to see all the fun. Wheeee.
Go meet up with my family and see how they're doing. afterwards wander out of town to a nearby stream I know of and figure out how to do some fire majicks. make sure that I don't get stepped on while I walk around.
Staying far away from the ensuing gunfight, you head back to your home, an old truck. [5] Your mate seems to have caught enough horribly mutated creatures to feed your kits for the next summer if all goes well. No more dead kits for now! You go over to the river and attempt to do some fire magic. [3] You find a zippo lighter half-buried in the sand. It still works! Zippos are practically magic.
"A show of arms and force. What a splendid way of greeting newcomers."
I'd advise to step lightly. It doesn't look like a nice place out here.
"Not kidding me there..."
Inquire about current state of town. Check on why they're armed. Announce intention of peace.
[1] You go up to a villager and ask what's up. He holds up his sword and shouts "We don't like strangers round here!". [2]He stabs at you, which you block, but then reality suddenly shifts around, and now he's talking about the weather. How queer...
find the nearest buxom broad and begin belligerently bellowing bullshit about her booty
[2] You comment on a rather curvacious lady's attributes. She pales a bit and frowns, then rather viciously implies that you should leave her general area. Gee, these villagers are way more polite then they were about five minutes ago.
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