TUNNEL SNAKES VS. THE BIG D Down in the bowels of the Steel District of Metro City is the historical
Panopticon Theatre. Once playing host to daily crowds of hundreds, this once stately theater has become a husk of its former self; its glory days long gone. As the City was overrun by ghettos, the movie goers fled, only to be replaced with thugs and dealers. In these bleak days, the derelict ruin of the Panopticon bears silent witness to daily vice and sin. This here is [1]
Tunnel Snakes turf. A small time gang with an unusual greaser motif, The Tunnel Snakes are led by an arrogant loudmouth named Butch. The ambitious group The Big D, headed by the enigmatic "D-man" has decided to "relieve" the Tunnel Snakes of their properties. A war is brewing down in Metro City. A Turf War.
TUNNEL SNAKESClair Heaven is down by the concession booth,trying to repair the recently busted popcorn machine, when she hears the front doors being kick down.A voice cries out: "Who da fuck are the tunnel snakes? Boss said there was nothing but bums hanging out here!" Sensing trouble, she grabs [Swag 5+1] her trusty
Cornell pump-action shotgun and [2] 2 slugs from under the counter. "Tunnel Snakes! That's us! And we rule!"
Martin Clearwater is down in screening room 1, sitting in the back row. A loud crash coming from the lobby rudely interrupts Clearwater's fifth viewing of Easy Rider. Rising from his seat, he grabs [Swag: 5-1] his trusty
Jemson .32 Revolver out of his back pocket. [1] But he can't find any ammo! Must of fell out of the damn hole in his pocket.
Jak is in the nasty restroom next to the screening rooms, greasing up his hair. An unusually loud crashing sound startles the greaser and causes him to mess up his hair! "Oh motherfucker!" Angry, he grabs [2] the
straight-edge razor that he was shaving himself with.
THE BIG DMoby Dick kicks down the door to the theater lobby. And saunters in with his crew of Young Speedy and Da Bear. He is armed with [Swag:3-1] his
favorite pair of knuckle dusters. Looking around, he sees a hanging banner emblazoned with a intricately designed snake with Tunnel Snakes written underneath it. "Who da fuck are the tunnel snakes? Boss said there was nothing but bums hanging out here!" you cry out. A voice nearby shouts "Tunnel Snakes! That's us! And we rule!"
Young Speedy walks over to the ticket booth, looking at posters and advertisements for movies long since released on VHS. In your hands [Swag: 5-1] is the usual
Bowmaker 81 semi-automatic pistol, a popular gun amongst thugs like yourself. You check your ammo.[4] Half a magazine (4 bullets) remains in your gun after you wasted some homeless guy on your way to the theater. At least you brought another magazine with you. A voice proclaiming Tunnel Snake awesomeness snaps you to your senses.
Da Bear stands around the lobby,next to Moby Dick looking big and tough. [Swag:3-2] You brought....
nuthin'. At least you are used to strangling the life out of poor schmucks who make you angry. "Tunnel Snakes! That's us! And we rule!" Oh boy, sounds like there are some poor schmucks that need dealing with.
THE LOW DOWN:
Tunnel SnakesClair Heaven: Concession area, behind counter
Health: All Good
Inventory: Pump-action shotgun (2/8 shots)
Martin Clearwater: Screening Room , back row
Health: All Good
Inventory: Jemson .32 Revolver (0/6 shots)
Jak: Screening Room Restrooms
Health: All Good
Inventory: Straight Edge Razor
The Big DMoby Dick: Entrance Lobby
Health: All Good
Inventory: Knuckle Dusters
Young Speedy: Ticketing Booth, Lobby
Health: All Good
Inventory: Bowmaker 81 semi-automatic pistol (4/8)+1 magazine
Da Bear: Entrance Lobby
Health: All Good
Inventory: Big meaty fists (in other words...nuthin')
((names and team composition was selected by random))