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[Mlamlah]

GreatWyrmGold?

[Tomasque]

GreatWyrmGold:
Bump. Bumpity-Bump. Ow!
Your head is sticking out of a burlap sack, but you cannot see any of your surroundings.
It is unusually dark. It's almost like being in a coffin, except for the bumpity-bump and the sense of inertia.
Welcome to ?
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BlitzDungeoneer:
Your quick change of decision zooms you away from the president's mansion and into a seedy bar. The whole place stinks of alcohol and second-hand smoke, except for the corner where you sit, thinking, where it smells like piss, as well.
A lone figure stands at the bar, waiting for you to approach: Marc the Shark; he wants his dough.
But you know what you're really going to do. You've rehearsed it, mentally, a hundred times.
The weapon, concealed under the table, feels light in your hand.
Welcome to the Slums, just a portion of the Grand Ol' Urbs.
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Nunzillor:

I haven't got time for this shit.  That asshole stole my fucking cab!

Refuse to see irony.  Break window and enter car.  Then, hotwire it.

[9] The car is up and running.
[8] You even manage to get the cops off your tail,
You start off for the dam.
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Detoxicated:
Random Event:
A man walks by with a cardboard box labeled "Clothing Donations."
He sets it down at your feet.. "Just sum'thin' small fo' tha needy folk. Here ya go."
Inside you see a t-shirt, jeans, a .22 special, two pairs of underwear, a flash grenade, and a jumble of socks.
Ah, the virtues of charity!

[Sl4cker]

Look at my weapon. Just what kind of gun is it, anyway? Load if necessary.

[Mlamlah]

Try to escape any bonds that may be on my person.

[Detoxicated]

Thank the charity deeply, with an elegant bow. Look for a place where to change clothes in apropriate manner and change your clothes. While doing this ponder about existance.

[Nunzillor]

Turn the radio on.  Get to the dam and find my cab.

[Tomasque]

Look at my weapon. Just what kind of gun is it, anyway? Load if necessary.

The weapon is whatever you want it to be.
It doesn't have to be a gun, but it should be something of this planet.

[Sl4cker]

I look at the bottle of alcohol in my hands. Laced with poison. If a guy drinks enough of this stuff he'll probably kick the bucket in around 5-10 minutes. I walk over to Marc, sitting on a barstool at his side. If he's got his drink in a glass, I pour my stuff into one, too. I initiate small talk with Marc, aimed to make him angry or annoyed at me, or something.

[Tomasque]

BlitzDungeoneer:

I look at the bottle of alcohol in my hands. Laced with poison. If a guy drinks enough of this stuff he'll probably kick the bucket in around 5-10 minutes. I walk over to Marc, sitting on a barstool at his side. If he's got his drink in a glass, I pour my stuff into one, too. I initiate small talk with Marc, aimed to make him angry or annoyed at me, or something.

He has a glass in front of him, but it looks like its been long empty.
"It took you awhile...you scared of me, boy?"
[4] You feel too intimidated by his presence to speak.
"Ha-ha...scared you are! But, you know what this is about...dont'cha?
[8] "Yeah, it-it's about the drink you'll buy me. Heh-heh."
His nostrils flare in anger. "Why you insolent-" His hand clenches, breaking the empty glass.
"You think that's funny? I'll show you whats funny!" He begins rifling through a folder he had placed on the bar.
Choose a new voice color!
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GreatWyrmGold:

Try to escape any bonds that may be on my person.

[5] The only bonds in the bag, which you try to wriggle out of; [5] but to no avail, the space is to claustrophobic.
Suddenly the car stops, and the trunk you were in pops open.
Choose a new voice color!
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Nunzillor:

Turn the radio on.  Get to the dam and find my cab.

The radio blares the latest hit of some glorified pop-star.
[7] You manage to find the dam, and in the adjacent parking lot, your cab with the trunk open.
It will take you another minute to reach it.
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Detoxicated:

Thank the charity deeply, with an elegant bow. Look for a place where to change clothes in apropriate manner and change your clothes. While doing this ponder about existance.

You find an empty alleyway.
You put on the pants with the baggiest pockets (along with the rest of the clothes), and stuff the weapons inside.

[Sl4cker]

"H-hey man, calm down. I-it was a joke, o-okay? Here.. I'll even g-give you m-my drink. I d-don't feel like it tonight, a-anyway."
Offer him the bottle.

[Nunzillor]

"~Yeah that bastard's gonna pay, won't never see the light of day.  Shouldn't have stolen a cab from ME.  That's right, that fucker will SEE.~

Sing vague plans of revenge.  Continue towards the dam and pull into the parking lot, close to the cab.  Is the thief nearby?

[Mlamlah]

Well this is different.

Appear nonthreatening. Wait for someone to remove gag.

[Detoxicated]

Look for an interesting opportunity to have fun

[Tomasque]

Sorry guys.

Update sometime tomorrow.

[Tomasque]

"H-hey man, calm down. I-it was a joke, o-okay? Here.. I'll even g-give you m-my drink. I d-don't feel like it tonight, a-anyway."
Offer him the bottle.

[5] He eyes you suspiciously.
"Gimme that!" *gulp gulp*
"Here's what you owe me," he says, pointing to a yellowed document, "40 grand."

Look for an interesting opportunity to have fun

[5] In the suburbs? Good luck.
The most fun you can see is a parade, scheduled for tomorrow in District 4.

Well this is different.

Appear nonthreatening. Wait for someone to remove gag.

A mustachioed figure walks over to you.
"What are we gonna do with you, buddy, what are we going to do? You just had to break the rules, didn't you? What a shame. What a shame."
Suddenly, you hear the screeching of tires, and your captor turns around in panic.

"~Yeah that bastard's gonna pay, won't never see the light of day.  Shouldn't have stolen a cab from ME.  That's right, that fucker will SEE.~

Sing vague plans of revenge.  Continue towards the dam and pull into the parking lot, close to the cab.  Is the thief nearby?

Your tires screech as you enter the parking lot.
There he is, hunched over the open trunk.
He turns around when he hears you approaching.


It is now sunset.
Consequently, would anyone like to take over for GM'ing this?