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 The World Ended. They blew it up. the maniacs.  The wasteland has been all that people have known for nearly two hundred years radiation, mutants and death. Event he very sky seems to have had a yellow filter put on it. While fuel is scarce and food hard to come by, the real currency of the new world is water pure, uncontaminated water. Fuel gets you places, food keeps you going, but without water in the heat, you are dead in three days, tops. People have been known to fight wars over the mere rumour of a clean well, and the Lost Lagoon water processing plant is the most valuable bit of territory around. And they are getting ready to put out a convoy of tankers to someone this much water has not been moved in anyones lifetime no one knows who the buyer is, but the fact that they have that much cash to throw around speaks volumes.  The plant itself is a fortress protected by the best weapons from before the war, but the convoy, that's a moving target. And The Voice wants that water. No one knows who The Voice is. Some say he's been around since before the war horribly mutated but somehow alive, others that its a collection of criminal masterminds, others that its a AI that broke its programming. All people know is that there was a numbers station just a random string of numbers that used to fill the airwaves, and now there is The Voice. Most of the time, The Voice broadcasts news and music, but sometimes it broadcasts the numbers, sometimes random bits of code. Sometimes it asks for a job to be done by anyone nearby, and Sometimes it even mentions people by name. All people know is that its the only radio station left on the air that can be heard everywhere, and anyone completing a job for The Voice never has to worry about anything ever again. Today the Voice speaks out. Montone and robotic as normal. *****0, 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8, 13, 21, 34, 55, 89, Luke Hammersmith may be a drunken washout, but he was once the greatest road warrior there ever was. ***** *****144, 233, 377, 610, 987, 1597, 2584, 4181, Luke, if you want to make something of yourself - Pick up the phone.***** The phone across the road rings. Luke knows for a fact that its been broken for longer than you have been alive, but now it rings. Of course, he picks it up. *****You have been selected for a Job. The water Convoy must be diverted to old pines mine. Capture the convoy and bring it there, and you will be rewarded. Be warned, the facility is using a Stryker APC as a guard vehicle ***** *****You are allowed four others to help you on this mission.***** Welcome to One Last Job The Post Apocalyptic edition! This is a roleplaying game with a difference, players don't make their own characters, they are made on the fly by the players through the form of insults and anecdotes. All players are currently blanks. The skills are as follows. KILL (shoot, hit, strangle, drown, destroy, break) SURVIVE (endure, navigate the wilderness, track) COMMUNE (rally people together, help others, charm, persuade, give aid) EXCLUDE (intimidate, threaten, sell out, betray) CHASE (all to do with car chases and vehicle operation) Player stat block (for your own use if you want it) quote:Name I am the Boss in this case, The Voice. The players are Tempus Rimeblood Captain Foo e X Mykkel Rockopolis Tempus Rimeblood Is now playing Luke Hammersmith he has been hired to Steal the Water Convoy Scenes Destroy the Stryker APC and capture the convoy. Captain Foo roleplay your reaction to the offer, then another player can claim! Enjoy the game all! Grey Hunter fucked around with this message at 05:34 on Sep 5, 2014 |
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Yeah, I'm Luke Hammersmith. I drive places. Drove places. Now, I just tinker with my ride. Best fuckin' wasteland pickup you've ever seen. But I don't drive no more. I just drink and screw...with a godforsaken screwdriver. Oh, hell, the Voice. Callin' me by name? Lemme see here, yeah, that engine still roars. Hell yeah. And you know, this bottle won't empty itself and I can't turn down the voice...but can I still drive the way I used to? Drink enough and I can't tell the difference, so there's that. But I'm gonna need more guns. I can run this fucker down, but that's where it gets uh interesting. Where the gently caress is Miggy Hardball? Haven't seen Miggy since, well, since, but when the Voice calls, you've got some reason to talk. Even if he's in the middle of a bar fight. Waitaminute, aren't I the alcoholic? Captain Foo fucked around with this message at 14:02 on Sep 6, 2014 |
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Sep 5, 2014 23:14
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You find Miggy Hardball in the dirtiest, greasiest little slimehole in all of the badlands, holding up a gang of punks against a wall with a humongous tommy gun, modified with dozens of little small wires and tubes sticking out all over it. He weapons buzzes slightly. The man is clad in a holey old overcoat and sports and old sloppy head that drawn deep into his face. His mouth curls into a growl when you enter the bar. "Luke Hamersmith?! The devil are you doing here! Didn't think I would see your ugly mug ever again after the stunt you pulled back in Cindertown! That was one hell of a jump, over that canyon, with a burning car and only three heels, but stranding me with all these glow punks was a bitch move! " He draws a large revolver from his long overcoat and points it at Luke. "Give one good reason why I shouldn't blast you away where you stand, like these poor fools over there?!" Impatiently he listens to your story. He thinks for a moments, licking his lips. "The voice, hiring, hiring you?! Dang, what world! Capturing the water transport?! That is a fools man's game, I heard stories about that train and it ain't good ones, I tell you!" He slowly lowers the second gun. "But drat it, I am in! Hadn't a good adventure to myself since I slaughtered the glow punks of Cindertown! And drat, if it doesn't come from the mysterious Santa Clause of badlands himself, the voice! Seems your life is always on the fast burner Luke!" His eyes narrow "But don't you think I will take my eyes a moment of you or my back, you old weasel. Fool me once, shame you, fool me twice, I put a bullet to your brain before you can do so much as blink!" He waves his weapons around. "And believe you me, with these, there wouldn't be a head left afterwards!" He backwards out of the bar, still pointing his tommygun at the angry looking people at the other side of the bar. "Sorry gents, seems we have to discuss this another time!" The two old comrades walk of in the sunset, towards the car. "But I tell you Luke, you and me alone aren't enough for a job like this! To get even near the tracks, you need to know how to grease the right people and neither you nor I are the most sociable of folks! Who we need is Little Mo with the gimpy leg, because there's no better hustler in all the land, you know that! Heard he is doing time though, hard labour, deep down in the Philips Mines!
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Sep 6, 2014 22:46
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Luke Hammersmith "Little Mo?! Oh my fuckin... Oh... You're spitting the real on him? gently caress you and gently caress that, is he gonna live up to the Ostrich Black setup?
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Sep 6, 2014 23:26
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Little Mo Miggy was sort of right. Little Mo could be found down deep in the Philips Mines. Miggy and Luke are escorted into the mine supervisors office about 20 feet below the surface. Little Mo grins up at them from behind a glossy black wooden desk. "Miggy, Miggy, how have you been? Would you care to have some fresh clean spring water with ice? No? Luke and you working for the Voice? The water convoy. . . Black Ostrich setup? Sure, I think I can run that con." The dwarf slips down out of the chair, and grabs a fine leather duster and a fedora off a coat rack, his blue eyes gleaming and limps for the door. "Luke, for this to work, I'm going to need Ekaterina Dotsenko. Nobody else I know good enough to slip in and out of this convoy. Problem is, she's still a bit steamed at me about our last gig. You maybe heard about what happened to Yana? Now it wasn't my fault. I told her to only take the emerald. but no, she had to grab the bloody ruby. Look, she can still crack a safe with nine fingers. But you know, maybe you too could go in first? Sweeten her up a bit?"
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Sep 8, 2014 14:17
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Ekaterina Dotsenko Slipping out of the fortress had been easy. The pre-war drone controls sat heavy in her backpack, shadows hiding everything but one striking grey eye beneath her flowing red hair. Her buyer would pay good money for this. But, nothing goes according to plan. As she fled, a bright light landed directly on her face out in the desert, accompanied by the rumble of a very specific engine. "...Luke? Oh, hell, Miggy? What the hell could you guys want?" Then, another, also distinctive figure. This one much smaller. "Little Mo," she sneers, still covering her eyes from the bright headlights. "You prick, I swear to god I'll take another head off your fuckin' height you little coward! I lost a finger because of your bullshit! Luke, you know I like you, but this had better be one hell of a score if you want me to work with this one again." She listens to the offer, eyes widening in awe. "The Black Ostrich setup, a water convoy, and the Voice. Well I'll be damned, boys," she says, strutting to Luke's car and sitting in the passenger seat. "I'm up for it. But if you really want to get this done, we're gonna need Blutkrieger. Ugliest fuckin' mutie this side of the Six-Six, but no one knows pre-war tech like him." Tempus Rimeblood fucked around with this message at 07:46 on Sep 9, 2014 |
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Sep 8, 2014 16:17
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Tempus, we need one more...
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Sep 8, 2014 16:28
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Planning Phase There is a map on the table, but its hard to see past the numerous glasses and bottles of bad booze. If someone was to light a cigarette in here, the whole play might just go up. Around the table are four desperate men and women, sitting or standing as is their want. Little Mo steps forward and explains his plan to get them past the Bandland gangs - The gangs have always been a problem, and they would kill you as soon as look at you - added to that problem is that the Water Cartel pays them well to keep people away from the tracks. The scenes are as follows: Scene 1 - Bribe your way past the local gangs. Completion Track 7 (Little Mo/Mykkl)) Scene 2 - Sneak close to the tracks. Completion Track - 9 (Ekaterina/Tempus) Scene 3 - Take out the convoy Guards - 11 (Miggy/E X) Final Scene - Destroy the APC and take the convoy. Completion Track - 13 (Luke/Captain Foo) Mykkl is up first!
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Sep 10, 2014 17:23
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Little Mo Sure hope this is right, if not I can change stuff up. Little Mo does his best in the cramped quarters to be out of arm's reach of Ekaterina. "Right, now the key to gettin in is Burnt Johnny. See Burnt Johnny runs the Angel's Suns, right? So we got to talk Johnny around. He loves a good story to go with his bribe right? So we do a few stories, and drop him a case of firewater, should be enough to get his boys to clear a path to this canyon here." Mo points to a dark spot on the map. Mykkel fucked around with this message at 19:33 on Sep 10, 2014 |
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Sep 10, 2014 18:52
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Luke Hammersmith "Well who exactly is supplying the booze?" Luke asks as he pulls some white lightning from a musty glass jar. "Don't look at me, okay!"
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Sep 10, 2014 19:02
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Little Mo Mo stares at Luke for a moment, and then laughs. "While I'm talking to Johny and telling him and his boys a good story, one of you should be able to, slip out, and switch a case of empties for some of the Angel's own firewater. They won't spot the switch until we're long gone." Little Mo looks anywhere but at Ekaterina, "Long as nothing but the firewater gets touched, we'll be fine."
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Sep 10, 2014 19:33
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Miggy Hardball Miggy looks from Mo to Ekatrina. He nods "Okay then, but what do you want me and Luke to do! Surprised as you might be, but I am not stealthy and we should keep Luke here away from anything that comes in a brown bottle!"
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Sep 10, 2014 19:42
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Ekaterina "I can slip out the empties easily. A bat of the eyelashes and they should just let me right past. You guys want me to get hold of something a little more...sleep-inducing? It'll keep 'em from noticing the switch."
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Sep 10, 2014 20:24
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Luke Hammersmith Lighting up, Luke answers for the group: "Nah, I'll bring some of my own, the real stuff. Burnt Johnny can't resist a drinking contest, and I don't lose." He nods, satisfied. "We put my real hooch in one of the bottles, and we use that one to prove we're for real. Which, of course, I am."
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Sep 10, 2014 20:29
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Little Mo "Miggy, maybe you could show some of the Angels that piece of yours, some of those boys love a piece more than a gal."
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Sep 10, 2014 20:56
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Miggy Hardball Miggy frowns. "Well, normally I take people out for dinner before I swing my piece around, but I guess I could do it for the mission! So, you are going to be a firewater saleman and I just pose as your body guard or what?!" e X fucked around with this message at 14:16 on Sep 11, 2014 |
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Sep 10, 2014 22:17
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Little Mo "Yeah Miggy, that's the story we'll go with."
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Sep 11, 2014 14:10
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Luke Hammersmith "Guess that makes me the transport and the...Product Expert."
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Sep 11, 2014 14:24
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