"I guess i have no choice as to investigate that pizza delivery company" - and with these words Bob finished eating pizzas, took his gun from kitchen, for extra cousious and set off!
You finish eating the entire damn pizza. That's, like, way too many calories, but it tastes really good. You grab your pistol from the kitchen and head out to investigate the pizza place.
You enter Greasy Giovanni's pizzaria. There's two tables occupied right now, and the young man who brought you your pizza is behind the counter.
"Yo, welcome to Giovanni's. How can I serve you?"
"TEAL, AS IT HAPPENS"
Head over to get some food before serumizing, preferably tacos. I don't think I've eaten in almost a full day...
Engineer Hartmann makes a note of it and heads off. You see him gathering a bunch of workmen around him, explaining and pointing.
Meanwhile, you decide to head to the cafeteria to get something to eat. You're in luck, today seems to be fish and chips day. You grab a tray and get in line. When you get to the guy who serves the fish, there isn't any left. You hear some shouting from the back of kitchen. "The fucking bass is fucking raw!"
Five minutes later you're sitting at one of the tables, finishing up your fish and chips.
Attack again.
[4] "Diane Beemu!" You wave the wand again and hit the same guy in the head. His head disintegrates and he falls over, motionless.
[4] The guards also manage to get a salvo off, and their combined fire punches enough holes in the last grenadier that he just falls to pieces.
The main room is now empty, but you can hear the sound of marching boots in the hallway leading outside.
Go to the dance club and look for an epic way of entering the building without being pulverized instantly.
You head over to the dance club. You stop about a street away from the club building. Okay, so there are about eight grenadiers climbing the walls, and another six are heading inside. There's also a group of five standing outside in a circle, with a person you can't see clearly in their middle.
You strap on your gear, two revolvers on your thighs, assault rifle on a sling on your back, knife on your belt. You put on the bandana and take out the shotgun. You notice that the one of the boxes holding the shotgun shells is just a blue tupperware box with a large sticker on it. It says "uncle beo's dragonbreath".
You look around for an epic way in. [6] Well, they're doing construction work on the site next to the club. There a large crane that, if turned around, would be over the roof of the building. Theres also a large truck and a bulldozer. Finally, one of the guards from the club managed to down one of the grenadiers, whose corpse is lying in the middle of the street, uniform unscathed.
"Look, I don't care who this Kellogg guy you're talking about is, but I'm gonna make him pay for messing up a good day of bullying people. Of course, you're gonna need to tell me where to find him first. Or else."
Crack knuckles menacingly, and if he doesn't comply, perform my super-atomic nuclear wedgie on him.
"Fool! You won't be mocking him much longer!"
[5] You crack your knuckles, and see the guy gulp. Much of the five minutes after this are spend watching him with his underwear pulled all the way up over his head and over his eyes, fruitlessly squirming on the ground to get it off.
Outside, the pool of blood from the gunned down policemen starts to bubble. From it rises a large ornate chair made out of pure ruby. In it sits someone, reading a book. He flips a page and reaches for something to his side. Grasping nothing but air, he looks over. Suprised, he looks around. The book snaps shut, and the person explodes in a fine red mist.
Inside the classroom, a fine red mist converges and a large person stands in the room. He wears dark clothes, with a hood and a mask like a plague doctor. The student that's with you freaks out and hides behind a desk, while the guy you just wedgied manages to break free from his torment.
"Lord Kel'gorroth, finally you are here. We, your loyal followers, have summoned you here!"
The mask turns towards the groveling cultist. A voice like a chainsmoker with a throat full of gravel speaks.
"You dare." The hooded figure flicks his wrist, and instantly the cultists explodes in a cloud of blood and gore. The hooded guy then looks at you. You're properly drenched in guts.
"And what, pray tell, is your involvement in all this?"