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*StarFker* Posted Jul 20, 2023, 11:25 pm |
An old man walks in from the dusty hurlyburl of Sarsfield and peers about through his cataract glazen eyes at the patrons from within, with dissatisfaction he shakes his head and nails a notice to the board and leans against the wall next to it.
"Listen up you wasters! The HPDF has an employment opportunity for any of you lookin for a quick buck. We've got a considerable amount of muscle chassis needing moved from Sarsfield to Gateway Truckstop and will pay an honorable wage upon delivery of the rigs." *The old man looks at the notice he posted grumbles under his breath and takes a breath before proceeding* "Those of you look'n to apply or inquire fer the work may either approach me here, talk to any one of our associates in the wastes assumin y'aint at the end of our smoking barrels, or send us mail on some system called discord *upon completion of his speech the old man hobbles over to the bar* "Hells a man gotta do for a whiskey over ice in this pit?" |
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RANXEROX Posted Jul 21, 2023, 9:44 am |
what chu got? | ||||||
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Sir Nexus Posted Jul 21, 2023, 5:49 pm |
Commander Leon Shepard sits at his desk in a tent just inside Badlands Truckstop. Pouring over The Pole Dancers finances, he pours a shot of gasoline distilled whiskey and shoots it.
They'd been inactive for awhile, but you never really quit the wastes. You just take vacations. Leon knew they'd been big into moving things around and hauling goods before. It was easy money because people either didn't like the danger or couldn't be bothered with the amount of time it could take to runaway from pursuers. But to come back and immediately start running the Lorries again? That was dangerous. Ever time you left, the wastes noticed. And you when you returned, it would get it's pound of flesh as punishment. Suddenly, The Honorable Grace Davis busts in, waving a flyer around frantically. She, too, was eager to get back to making money, and she'd stumbled upon the perfect way to do so. "Sir, look! An offer to haul muscle cars from Sarsfield to Gateway. This is right up our alley!" Leon grabbed the flyer, and looked it over. "The Heretic Division, hmmm? Don't remember them being around when we were active. Can they be trusted? And is the reward worth it?" Grace chuckled. "Does it matter? We haven't scouted in forever, and letting our equipment rot in the Badlands isn't doing anyone any good. Worse case scenario, we get to Sarsfield and buy a few of our own cars if the deal falls through. We'll still make money sir." "That's a good point! Load up the Buzzers with fuel and men and get me a scout car with a large gas tank. We're heading south!" |
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*StarFker* Posted Jul 21, 2023, 9:51 pm |
The old man sits on the fender of a shiny new Moray and looks Grace and the member of the Militant Atheists up and down.
Jobs simple, head o'er to the market and take a look at what the HDPF has posted in the vee'heckle section reach out to us and we'll drop you the password so the teller'll get you the keys. choose as few or as many as you want, your pay is dictated by the challenge you imposed on yourself by taking the run. you git yourself an A armored muscle and vanguard it cross the waste with 3 buzzers? pays a little lower, but if you git one harder ones like the b armored Marley and run it by itself we can promise a higher pay if'n ya make it in one piece and the serial matches when its delivered. you can modify anything y'want on it afterwords cept the armor class. arm it, dont arm it, bring spares, bring fuel cans, s'all up to you. you get your pay when we get our vehicle, no deductions in pay for bringin her back shot up, its honest pay for honest work sightseein the southern wastes, y'interested? |
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Sir Nexus Posted Jul 21, 2023, 9:54 pm |
Grace grins widely. "I've been looking for a challenge. And this sounds like a challenge. We are in!" | ||||||
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*StarFker* Posted Jul 26, 2023, 4:45 am |
*Brian picks up a paper out of the letterbox on the side of the wall and laughs hysterically*
*Brian bellows jubilantly* "Listen up! we've got our first update on our Cannonball Run!" "Neighborhood Watch has completed their first delivery and began on their second! Keep up the good work waster!" "Militant Atheists collected their first delivery and been disqualified for dishonorable conduct, their delivery reward is forfeit along with their privilege of participating in the rest of the event!" *Brian sits back down on his stool and sips his drink* "Dealing with that bunch has always been troublesome anyways, no surprises there" |
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RANXEROX Posted Jul 26, 2023, 6:09 am |
I did nothing dishonorable, watch those lies. Accursing you of lying is not dishonorable on my part. | ||||||
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*StarFker* Posted Jul 26, 2023, 8:16 am |
*Brian spins on his stool to face the leader of the Militant Athiest's and smiles*
"The report said that you and your crew threatened to withhold HPDF property in a ransom scenario over a detail they didn't elaborate too much on for the sake of protecting your privacy." *Brian said calmly* "Also said that the ordeals done 'nless you wanna continue it from the end of the smoking barrel of the law, but the gangs got some crack shots so partner I don't recommend that." *Brian continued and slowly turned back to the bar* "Frankly I'd take the merciful gesture as it is and just move on, y'got nothing to gain by pokin the bear any further." |
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RANXEROX Posted Jul 26, 2023, 8:31 am |
according to the dictionary, Threat;
a statement of an intention to inflict pain, injury, damage, or other hostile action on someone in retribution for something done or not done. telling you i refuse to hand over the car until an apology is made for accusing me of saying things which i didn`t is not a threat. it is not retribution. it is a consequence. demanding an apology is not a hostile action by very definition and semantic means; the meaning of a word, phrase, sentence, or text. so if you think semantics is playing a word game, then you truly do not understand the meaning of the words you are using.
You are the one making a threat not me. I'm not poking a bear, I'm defending myself against your lies and twisting my words because you do not understand semantics I had let it go until you continued it by bringing it in to the public forums. If you want to call me dishonorable and pretend you have honor, you know where to find me on the battlefield |
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*StarFker* Posted Jul 26, 2023, 8:49 am |
*Brian chuckles softly and shakes his head at the continued outburst*
"Partner didn't they ever teach you about airing your dirty laundry out in public? Others may mind the stink! Looks like the report of with holding our property was spot on with your admission of guilt as well.... I'd really recommend thinkin before you flap those gums." *Brian removes his hat to scratch his head* "I'm just not really understanding what you're lookin to get outta this other than trouble... but honestly y'aint really a fish worth fryin if you catch my drift. Put your fancy dictionary away and run along before you bite off more than you can chew, I ain't really one for repeating myself." |
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*StarFker* Posted Jul 26, 2023, 9:39 am |
*Brian shakes his head again and looks back at the leader of Militant Athiests*
"Well partner, we tried to let you off with a warning. Can't says I feel bad for ya moving forward for whatever happens... just make sure you're bringing enough firepower to back up that mouth of yours and reckon you'll stand a chance at least... for a few minutes." *Brian turns back to the bar and begins writing a message to HPDF Headquarters back in somerset* "Wasn't really lookin to bother the undertaker but whad'ya do when they won't leave well 'nuff lone?" *Brian places the note in the outgoing letterbox and sits back at his stool to enjoy his drink* |
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*Longo* Posted Jul 28, 2023, 1:32 am |
Role play forum. Keep it as such, thanks |
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Necrotech Posted Jul 30, 2023, 3:41 pm |
A grizzled dusty wastelander steps in to the bar as this exchange .... Hawks and spits on the ground... "Durned people.... Speaking out of turn. Seems that even that the Longo, don't even know the lingo ' round here." With that, Jason "Highlander" Lambert strides back out of the bar in disbelief and back into the grime and radioactive dust... |
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*StarFker* Posted Aug 1, 2023, 2:48 am |
*Brian walks in from the wastes heavily intoxicated with a wide grin on his face.*
"Listen up ye wasters, got word in bout the run!" *he withdraws a piece of paper from his pocket and reads out loud* "This here says that Neighborhood Watch has delivered yet another car bringing his total to two vehicles, good work! Also goes on to say that Vendetta Inc. has completed deliver a vehicle as well! every car delivered furthers our cause so we appreciate your service. Lastly it goes to our events current leader Pole Dancers who in an interesting report full sent 4 Royal Eatons through the wastes at the same time with the company of his own Sunrise in an a fun run that displayed full spirit of the event. He even did a hell of a corkscrew maneuver through the air with one of em!" *Brian smirks and takes a seat at the bar.* "HPDF extends its gratitude to everyone who's made a delivery. we still have a significant amount of vehicles to offer. we have three Corghettes, three hot rods, 2 Eatons, and 4 Stormers to offer. to sweeten the stakes some weve boosted the rewards for completing the deliveries. Weve got 14 days left on the counter fore the division sends its own men to run em home ourselves." |
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Justice Delivered Posted Aug 2, 2023, 9:08 pm |
A fresh faced mutie enters and looks over the room.
"Graves" he utters. "Just Graves" but this time his voice cracks a little. "Heard there is some work to be done. I got the guns if you have the car." |
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*StarFker* Posted Aug 2, 2023, 11:39 pm |
*Brian scribbles down the information of the cars location and hands it to Just Graves* Enjoy yer run waster! | ||||||
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*jimmylogan* Posted Aug 5, 2023, 3:01 pm |
*Stumbling into the bar again, the three in town contingent of MADHAT decide to speak up...*
Teresa says, "We are so tired of just sitting in town while the boss in Somerset has been on vacation!" Cynthia replies, "well what else are we gonna do? He's been out so long his dues ain't paid up!" Teresa responds, "it's not right! I need some action! You can only write so many letters home... My gear hand is aching!" Gary, who is usually quiet during these visits, looks closer at the notice and quietly asks about how long this 'mission' is going to be available... |
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*StarFker* Posted Aug 5, 2023, 6:16 pm |
*Brian walks over to the group and lights a smoke*
"Howdy y'all, interested in the run? There's 10 cars left and they're all easy runs. You can claim the keys until the 14th and turn them in whenever you'd like within the 'non evan' month. Fix up the cars however you want, it don't matter, the only real limit here is the force pays by challenge as homage to how most of us cut our teeth in the wastes, so if you follow the rigs with an armed ape or like the rewards half, and any scout with more than 2 specs in the skill is strictly forbidden." "Rewards 45k for some, 55k for others. Git out there and have some fun with it!" |
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Justice Delivered Posted Aug 5, 2023, 11:46 pm |
"Accomplishments made but unknown are like they were never really done," Graves thinks to himself as he settles down for a drink at Mezcal's. After more than the one he promised himself, still shook up over the run in near Broken Hills, Graves starts chatting up the other patrons, eager for the right ear to hear his tale. Poor sap sitting there, he's gonna hear the whole nasty affair....
"Yeah, things went well outta the gates of Sars...(pausing to sense if he should say the whole name)... saw a group of em behind me and, yeah, I seen em before they saw me. Floored it, darted for cover and that was all my Stormer needed to get away. But a few hours later, yeah, that's when the Southern Cartel turned up the heat." "Three of em sped up from behind but for some reason they weren't going balls out to get me. I felt a little exposed on that stretch and began to speed up. Then it hit me... Get off the road the little mutie on my shoulder screamed in my brain. No sooner did I dive toward the ditch then there they were... three more ahead of me. Shots rang at me as the Stormer dropped into the ravine. ####, got down at wrong line and almost came to a stop. Punch it! I could hear their engines. Rat-tat-tat, ping, ping, rat-tat-tat. They were all over me. Shots blew threw the thin side armor and i could see the smoke coming from the engine. I just needed a few more seconds, couldn't tell how many were on me and didn't dare look back to see. One mistake and i woulda been muted. Get it? Muted. Just get up the slope. But i had to turn and give a fresh side. Climbing, ping ping, ping, climbing, boom, i was on top. A hard left and the whole side they removed on Duke's right was now on the safe side. They musta lost their angle, cuz from that point on, just clear skies and clearer roads. So, yeah, if you need something done, just ask for me, Graves" he concluded as he quaffed the last shot, adding a touch of real bravado, confident he can actually do what he told his boss he could.... |
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*jimmylogan* Posted Aug 6, 2023, 12:01 am |
Cynthia heard the tale of the mutie and shivers… she’s been inside the gates so long it’s not even in her blood to get out there, especially after seeing Teresa & Gary barely make it in from an ambush - lost both rear guns and most of a V8…
“I’ll stay here, ifin it’s all the same to youse…” But the others have gotten the fever… “We’re in!” Yells Teresa - Gary only nods and smiles. “We’d like to run one each - no escorts - just some extra fuel…” |
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*StarFker* Posted Aug 6, 2023, 4:29 am |
*Brian opens his arms wide and grins from ear to ear*
"Splendid! I'll inform the market teller your coming, you'll get a message from the HPDF HQ in your PM letterbox, I'm sure they'll assign you something fun but not too risky. Feel free to kit her out as you need to to improve your odds." *Brian lights a cigar and sips his whiskey* "Oh and word for the wise, if you put something fancy like a V8 in there to help you get through the hills, don't fergit to remove it before you turn it in. We compensate your provisions if they're turned in on the car, but only mechanic value, not market value. All that matters is you turned the chassis in, we don't care ifs shes on bricks with no motor n' blasted to hell" *Smiles as he recalls a recent memory* "Hell quite a few of the cars came back pretty dented, one even had a good frame knock, just nature of the beast out here" |
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*jimmylogan* Posted Aug 6, 2023, 5:36 pm |
Cynthia buys one more for the others before they head out... Gary has his keys hanging nonchalantly on his belt, but Teresa is all excited! "Let's go now - why wait!"
Cynthia smiles as she watches them leave, waving as they pull out of the gates. Then the smile disappears and she crosses herself and is heard to mumble, "well, that's two we'll never hear from again..." |
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PvtParty Posted Aug 6, 2023, 10:05 pm |
Sliding out of the driving seat of his McFly. Alfonso 'Great' Scott calls to his techs, "I want her ready to go first thing tomorrow" as he heads off to the bar.
Scanning the notice board, his eyes catch a notice. "Who the heck are HPDF or HDPF or whatever the frack they're called??" he mutters to himself, "damn fools!", before finding a comfortable seat in the corner. "Barman, bring me a whisky... bottle!" |
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*StarFker* Posted Aug 6, 2023, 11:33 pm |
*Brian pops down on the seat across from him and smiles while sliding him some gentleman's jack*
"How about something a lil more refined stranger? Reckon itl help with the introduction." Brian said with a chuckle as he slaps his badge down on the table and slides it to the towards Alfonso. "We're the Heretics Division Police Department. Doing what we can in an effort to make the wastes a better place, charity work, new wastelander assistance, curbing bandit attacks, there's a lot." *Picks up his badge and lights a cigar* "This here runs a simple one, take your newer scout with two specs or less in scouting and a car of mine I'll post for you and run it from here to Gateway, you're going to make the runs like my gang made it when we were a brand new gang. Modify the car as you see fit and rip it down the wastes. I'll tell the market teller to post one for ya now." |
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PvtParty Posted Aug 7, 2023, 8:12 am |
Alfonso accepts the drink, and smiles at the badge and it's owner.
"Sorry, pal, I'm already on a run... to Firelight." Knocking back the fine liquor, adding, "it's nice to see someone's looking out for the little guys. I'll get a message to our boss lady, to let her know you're OK, and to keep an eye out for any of your 'taxi drivers'." "Just one thing, friend...." Alfonso lowers his voice a little, "Why does the poster say 'HPDF' if it's Heretic Division Police Force? Wouldn't that be Heretic Police Division Force?" |
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*StarFker* Posted Aug 7, 2023, 3:56 pm |
*Brian laughs at the astute observance*
Yep, looks like you caught me being dyslexic. Looks like this officer's guilty as charged! |
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*Joskney* Posted Aug 8, 2023, 12:05 am |
Myron being in his mid 20's had held off joining a gang, had been helping a local doctor down at the tracks. His skill showed promise as a doctor, so his mentor had suggested he train way north in Elmsfield.
"HOW will I get to Elmsfield?" "I hear gangs travel that all the time, check down at the Mechanic's shop" Myron had picked up a flyer saying the 'El Nubnubs is hiring, see Evan for fun and profit.' New hire Myron Weiland of the 'El Nubnubs' was unceremoniously pushed into Devil Dan's by his younger 'new' gang mates, a premature balding young man of 17 Fermin Eyler and a lithe young lady Nieves Neuhaus. Nieves and Fermin had laughed when Myron showed up and asked for a ride. "We rarely give ride along trips. When we prove ourselves worthy enough mechanics the boss buys a car and sends us north. Occasionally they pass through but I wouldn't hold my breath," smiled Nieves, " BUT this time you are in luck, someone else is looking for delivery drivers, buying a car to be delivered north, and we get 'PAID' to do a trip." Myron approached the old man drinking whiskey. "Hello there. My name is Myron, I represent the 'El Nubnubs' and rumor has it you are looking for drivers. What sort of wheels do you have?" Few hours later an extremely lightly titanium armored Stormer is rolled into the El Nubnubs garage. Fermin and Nieves proceed to strip off the Titanium, replace with standard reinforced steel armor (though a lot more) and mount a MG and larger fuel tank. Myron was excited and nervous as he left, Nieves waved at him rolling out of town being chased by the Southern Cartel. "He was cute, too bad he forgot a rifle and his extra beers. Gonna be a long trip for him" As they were laughing, Myron came speeding through Sarsfield, waving at Lady Kristie's escort gals, peeled dirt by Dirty Dans and left the Cartel stuck at the gates. "Maybe not so much" smirked Fermin,"he may fit RIGHT in" |