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[S34N1C]

A loaded revolver in .357 magnum

See where the Road goes

[NRDL]

A loaded revolver in .357 magnum

See where the Road goes

+1

So...we're Bride of Frankenstein then. I can dig it.

[Funk]

So...we're Bride of Frankenstein then. I can dig it.

Give that man a prize, you guessed it.
Well the Bride of Frankenstein just had here brains blown out and your the daughter of frankenstein.

[Funk]

A loaded revolver in .357 magnum

See where the Road goes

Slipping the revolver in your rags you head down the road just to see where it leads.

You walk for a good half hour until you see a sign, Vichy 38 km.

It's mid-afternoon when you reach the outskirts of Vichy, up ahead is a police check point.
Luckily for you, it seems to be some kind of anti smuggling check.

You realise that you don't have any documents or even a name.
But your hungry and have come to far to tun back with out looking suspicious.

You barely approach the police officer before he waves you past, muttering something about a fuel check.
Still now your in Vichy and you have a name but no idea of what to do next.

Yep it's time to suggest names and ideas of what your going to do next.

Spoiler: Your status (click to show/hide)

Naked and cold

Name:??

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Items
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Rags
8 Reichsmarks
Pocket knife
Gold signet ring.
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Appearance/ Stats
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Height: 6'6/ 200cm

a woman, tall almost freakishly so and fairly muscular, with deathly pale skin covered in fine straight scars.
You have purple eyes with a faint glow to them.
Your hair is black and greasy knotted mess that runs down to your knees.
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[S34N1C]

Our name is Death Megatron Shelly

[NRDL]

Our name is Death Megatron Shelly

+1 hell yes

[Funk]

Our name is Death Megatron Shelly

Shelly , i'll be Shelly it seams fitting some how...
Now you've got a name, you want some food.
You buy a sandwich for a few Reichsmarks and sit down on a bench to eat it.

Your half way thru eating when a black saloon car with german plates pulls up to the pavement down the street from you.
A trio of men in black lather trench coats get out and start to hammer on the door of a house.

Something in your gut tell you that something is going to happen here.
With a crash the doo r to the house gives way and the men rush in side shouting in german.
A gun shot echo's from the house and a woman in a bath robe runs out the front door straight towards you.

The driver fires a shoot from luger, that smashes in to the bench beside you.

You decide to:

Draw your gun and shoot back?
Tackle the woman for the Gestapo?
Run away?

Spoiler: Your status (click to show/hide)

Clothed rags and homeless

Name:Shelly

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Items
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Rags
8 Reichsmarks
Pocket knife
Gold signet ring.
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Appearance/ Stats
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Height: 6'6/ 200cm

A woman, tall almost freakishly so and fairly muscular, with deathly pale skin covered in fine straight scars.
You have purple eyes with a faint glow to them.
Your hair is black and greasy knotted mess that runs down to your knees.
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[S34N1C]

Run away. We don't need trouble with the Nazis

[Funk]

Run away. We don't need trouble with the Nazis

In panic you bolt straight up right and turn rushing across the plaza.
Jackboots are hammering behind you as you skid around a conner.
Your foot finds a wet slimy pile of dog fouling and you fall flat on your back.
Before you blink pulls you to your feet and half throws you down the street.

Another shot from gestapo man makes you flinch as you reach a crossroads.
A car screech to a halt and the driver shouts at you to get down as the rear passenger levels a submachinegun out the window.

You now:
Leap over the car and keep running?
Jump in to the car?
Shoot the man with the submachinegun?

Spoiler: Your status (click to show/hide)

Clothed rags and homeless

Name:Shelly

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Items
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Rags
Pocket knife
Gold signet ring.
Loaded .357 magnum Revolver
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Appearance/ Stats
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Height: 6'6/ 200cm

A woman, tall almost freakishly so and fairly muscular, with deathly pale skin covered in fine straight scars.
You have purple eyes with a faint glow to them.
Your hair is black and greasy knotted mess that runs down to your knees.
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[S34N1C]

So in Germany, running away from a gunfight is a crime? Noted.


Shoot the man with the submachinegun

[NRDL]

+1

[Dustan Hache]

HOLD IT! the smg guy and the driver told us to get down! They're not trying to kill us! Just take cover, maybe jump in/over.

[Gwolfski]

HOLD IT! the smg guy and the driver told us to get down! They're not trying to kill us! Just take cover, maybe jump in/over.

+1

[Funk]

So in Germany, running away from a gunfight is a crime? Noted.

Your in the so called "Free Zone" of Vichy France

Coin toss tie brake time, 1 so

Shoot the man with the submachinegun

As the man levels his sub machine gun, you whip out your revolver and fire twice.

Your first bullet smashes in to his hand, ripping off a finger and forcing him to drip his gun.
You snap off a second shot in to the front of man's head, punching a coin sized hold in the front and spraying a mix of blood and brain tissue from the fist-sized exit hole.

"Sacrebleu!" the driver shouts as he stamps on the gas.
The car starts to races away from you as you empty your revolver at the driver.
As the car races around the next conner, it skids off the road and smashes in to a lamp post.

The woman in bathrobe stands next to you, mouth a gasp as the gestapo agents arrive.
For good measure you pistol whip her to the ground...

Spoiler: Your status (click to show/hide)

Clothed rags and homeless

Name:Shelly

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Items
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Rags
Pocket knife
Gold signet ring.
Empty .357 magnum Revolver
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Appearance/ Stats
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Height: 6'6/ 200cm

A woman, tall almost freakishly so and fairly muscular, with deathly pale skin covered in fine straight scars.
You have purple eyes with a faint glow to them.
Your hair is black and greasy knotted mess that runs down to your knees.
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[NRDL]

Grab the submachine gun and run for it.  Go through back alleys, anything. If there are manhole covers, head into the sewers.