Grab the shield, imma negotiate. Get ready to fucking run. Got it chief. Blitz, stick close. Tenderloin says, every nerve of her on edge. She picks up the shield with some difficulty, but she manages. You move on to a more convincing stance, moving forward a little bit (and a tiny bit closer to the alley) while you open your arms a bit wider.
Before we get rash, that fat fuck next to you paid us to disrupt the deal! He wanted to fuck you over so he could take over! Is that why he warned me of it all? Likely story. His voice is dripping with disdain, but he's not shooting yet.
He told me you were a dirty son of a bitch, and that you'd have me shot after I got done working for you, alright!? That's WHY I did it, I just wanted the fucking money! Steady isn't cheap, god-damn it!Yes, of course. Lying fuck KNEW about the damn kid, too! You point one finger towards the traitor standing next to Sodom. In the meantime, your hand disappears behind your back, where you quickly use your busted lighter. It's no more than sparks, really, there's no oil fluid left inside.
I've heard enough. Bartholomew, is there any truth to this? Did you conspire behind my back to topple me?Please, the man is desperate! even IF I would ever even DREAM of going against you, my dearest friend, I wouldn't send two junkies and a child, would I!Hm. Well, then. Sodom begins to move towards his gun, and you decide to act quicker. Your molotov was already burning behind your back, so the next step is just about fast enough. You even have just enough to yell something as you prepare to toss the cocktail of fuel and centuries-old alcohol. You like to think that it was succinct and meaningful, though you'd likely just be fooling yourself.
EAT SHIT!
ThemeThen, a bullet zips past your ear and strikes the bottle just as it goes over your shoulder. The glass bursts, and you are covered in the flammable cocktail, only inches away from touching the wick and setting yourself alight. You swear before leaping back a ways towards the alleyway. Tenderloin and Blitz are using the shield to cover themselves, and the myriad of bullets impacting the car door make it clear that it was a damn good idea. You, however, have nothing but your luck to carry you to safety, and the sheer volume of fire is only increasing as people catch on that this is a firefight.
Though, considering the difference in numbers, it's likely more appropriate to call it an execution.
Fuck fuck fuck fuck FUCK! Tenderloin yells, dropping the shield as she sprints through the alleyway, ahead of you. She already has her machetes out, and you do the same with your sawed-off. As it turns out, a wise decision. Just as you're about to pass a window, Blitz yells
"Gun!" just in time. Tenderloin ducks under the sudden pistol shot, using her momentum to keep moving, while you decide to repay the shot in kind. The shot was noisy, and the person that tried shooting turned very, very quiet. Suddenly, another bullet flies by you. When you look up, you see the planks on the roofs are allowing one guard to keep up with you. In a quick manoeuvre, you swing your shotgun and fire it off one-handed, still on the move. A shot like that should, by all accounts, have whiffed. Fortunately, you're getting really lucky. You strike him straight in the head, the pellets ruining his face as he screams and covers his face in pain. Tough bastard might just survive! You turn a corner before you can keep looking, however. You pass by a corpse with a particular chop on the head, meaning Tenderloin isn't slacking off, to say the least. Blitz, however, is starting to breathe heavily already...
You sweep her off her feet and carry her on your shoulder as you keep going, the alleyway only taking you deeper into town as you reach what has to be a drug den of a street. You can hear the heavy footsteps of boot on plank, and you already know that things are only going to get worse. At the very end of the alleyway is a dead end, with a flimsy wooden door in the way.
JUMP OFF! You tell Blitz, and Tenderloin looks behind her at the noise in time to get what you're about to do. She sidesteps you as you crash through the door at full tilt. You fall to the floor, rolling through the dust and cobwebs of the old building. Sunlight revealing the room, you see a bunch of druggies scattering to the wind like spiders from under a rock, though one of them is stupid enough to fumble out a knife. Tenderloin jumps over you and lands both machetes squarely in the man's chest as you get up. She kicks them out of there, and you make use of the breather to reload your shotgun. Every nerve you have is on edge, and you shake almost too much to actually reload your sawed-off. You manage in only a few seconds, while Blitz' gun goes off behind you.
I-I got one! She yells, clearly terrified out of her mind. She's clever enough to have taken cover against a wall, at least. Tenderloin keeps looking forward wile you and Blitz hold off the front door. With this bottleneck, you've managed to buy yourself some time, at least. Bullets begin flying around you, but your position holds. You blindfire a shotgun shot, keeping yourself safe. When you hear someone yelp, you make a more risky move and pop out entirely. One poor schmuck followed you on the ground, and is currently in a narrow alleyway up against a man with great hair and a greater shotgun.
In the race of reaching the floor before his innards did, he lost. You pop back inside just as a bullet zips past your ear, giving you the unique, distinct nowledge that you were a literal inch away from having your head exploded. It's a unique way to get some minor tinnitus, to say the least. Blitz fires another shot from her rifle, and manages to hurt herself because of an improper stance. She not only hurts her shoulder, but gets knocked on her ass. She's not seriously hurt, at least. And guessing from the rough voice yelling another guy's name, you think she might have just hit, too.
Tenderloin's voice suddenly cuts through chaos, as you shakily try to reload your shotgun again. Damn these fucking shakes!
BACK EXIT! MOVE IT!Not intent on getting stuck, you follow that advice with gusto. The door is already open, and it takes you into the main street. Two guards up top are holding the place down, but they're very close together. Bad move, your buckshot peppers them both, and while it doesn't kill them, it distracts them long enough for the three of you to move to another building. This time, it's a straight shot. The door was already open, and the occupants put their hands up and got out of the way. You open a window and climb through, helping Blitz get through as well, who is ,by now, completely winded. Tenderloin outright jumps through, tucking and rolling and sprinting forward. This time, you come out towards the ashen plains again. It's out of town, but there's little cover...
With the hordes right behind you, you decide to risk the short distance to the closest dune over staying in a closing deathtrap.
TO THE FUCKING DUNE! GO! GO! GO! You sprint as hard as you can with Blitz on your back, and Tenderloin is already ahead of you. The guards catch up with their walkways, and start firing towards your group. You feel your vision blur, whether from panic or the fact that you've got Blitz on your shoulder is kind of unsure. At this point, you're just exhausted, really. But you all get off past the dune. It gives enough cover for the rest of you to keep running away, and soon the echoes of gunshots stop. You made it. God knows how you did it, but you made it!
You put Blitz down, and just as you do so, the dog you saved earlier comes walking up from a different direction.
What the fuck?It *hahh* Ran off when the shooting started... Blitz told it to... To... Fuck, man. Told it to go while I was holding the shield. Blitz doesn't even say anything, still too winded to properly talk. She has a wheezing sort of breathing to her.
Ah, fuck it. Who cares... Damn it! My shoulder hurts....You look at the offending shoulder, and find that particular sleeve of your shirt to be covered in blood. The pain slowly seeps in as you look at the injury. You've been shot. You don't know how deep, nor how badly, but it DOES hurt like an absolute motherfucker.
What now?
Statistics and inventory.
Combat Stats
HP: 110/215
Limb health: No issues
Weapons: .357 revolver (Six shots) (requires 0.3 second to fire, 0.7 to cock the hammer for the next shot) (reloading takes 0.7 seconds per bullet) (Can be "aimed" for a bonus to hit and allowing you to hit specific parts of the body) (Loses accuracy beyond 10 meters, by 5 percent per meter) (60 percent chance to hit, not modified for range) (does 36 damage)
Sawed-off 12gauge (2 shots) (requires 0.2 seconds to fire) (Reloading takes 2,5 seconds) (Cannot be aimed with precision, but you can still get a bonus to hit if you take care to aim) (Loses DAMAGE, not chance to hit, beyond three meters. 10 dmg per meter) (Does 70 damage) (70 percent chance to hit
9mm pistol (kind of alright) (13 bullets remaining) Requires 0.2 seconds to fire. (Reloading takes 1.5 seconds) (Can be aimed to a specific body part) (Loses accuracy beyond 12 meters) (70 percent chance to hit, not modified for range) (15 DMG)
Grenades
Ammo:
30 .357 bullets
30 12-gauge shotgun shells
4 20-gauge shotgun shells
33 9mm bullets
24 .22 rounds
Inventory
Comfy Bloodstained Raider Rags (1 DT) (Light armor) (equipped)
Scrap armguard (1 DT) (low quality) (equipped)
Scrap Leg armor. (1 DT) (low quality) (equipped)
Box of drugs
Two Water bottles
Six empty water bottles
Awkward backpack
Five doses of Jet
Seven leather arm scraps
Massive spiked shield
One stimpack (Heal 30 HP)
Two units of Nuts and Bolts
Emergency Shank (unequipped, takes 0.3 seconds to take out. 0.5 seconds to stab something)
649 caps
S.P.E.C.I.A.L.
STRENGTH 7
PERCEPTION 5
ENDURANCE 6
CHARISMA 7
INTELLIGENCE 4
AGILITY 5
LUCK 6
Barter: 35
Energy Weapons: 15
Explosives: 15
Guns:38
Lockpick: 30
Medicine:13
Melee weapons: 19
Repair: 35
Science: 13
Sneak:35
Speech:25
Survival: 27
Unarmed: 19
Level-up perks
Iron Stomach: Your extended life as an outcast left you with a strong stomach. Radiation and general filth does not affect you nearly as much
Weird Wasteland: Maybe it's that blow to the head, but things seem a little more loopy and funny. Some things seem to happen that shouldn't. Well, it's nothing bad, at least.
Cold as Ice: You're not exactly the pinnacle of romance, and why would you be? You easily see through people trying to manipulate you, but you suffer a -15 to all convincing checks.
Big Dog: Stature doesn't matter when you can bark like a true master. Whenever you need to incentivise a collection of people towards violence, you gain +15 to it (note: this is both a convincing check and a BUFF check. People love some motivation!). Also, you have some new dialogue to reflect this big dog 'tude.
Tanooki Perks
Tenderloin: Wields two machetes.
Heavy Machetes: Onehanded. Takes 0.2 seconds to swing from a readied position, almost a full second to swing again. Does 25 damage on a successful strike. Dual-wielding allows for attacks to be twice as fast, although the basic swing will not speed up.
10mm submachine gun. (0 shots, empty magazine!) (fully automatic, fires at 15 rounds per second.)(reloading takes 4 seconds (Insufficient Guns skill!)) (can be aimed with precision) (burst causes 5 rolls to be done for damage, with an accuracy debuff of 2 percent per shot) (Effective range is 14 meters, loses acc by 5 percent per meter beyond that) (15 dmg per shot) (70 percent base chance to hit.)
Status: Healthy.
Blitz: wields 9mm pistol. Magazine is 12 bullets. 13 with the chambered round.
Varmint Rifle (5 shots) (Requires 1 second to fire) (Reloading takes 7 seconds to fire) (Can be aimed with extreme precision) (Effective range is 60 meters, Loses accuracy at 1 percent per meter beyond that) (Does 28 damage per shot) (80 percent chance to hit) (Blitz' chance is 70 percent)
Status: Healthy.
Dog
Teeth: Shiny white things in its mouth.
Status: Healthy
False-flag
Kill Sodom's men (Optional: Keep the clothing as intact as possible)
Mess with the deal
Make a clean escape
Get money from Bartholomew
[FAILED]
Revenge!
1 Gather a posse.
2 Burn the town to the ground
Addiction status: You're feeling the shakes coming on, but it'll take a bit before it's there...
EXP 'till next Level-up: 145/600 (armed opponent: 20XP) (melee opponent: 10XP)
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