*sam* Posted Aug 19, 2009, 2:49 pm	The Rusty Nail is busy today: three celebrating pirate parties happened to arrive within an hour of each other, all three high on the spoils of successful sorties into the Badlands or across the Salt Flats. Loudest of all are the 'Maniax', an assortment of wasteland misfits who live only to fight. The Maniax have been drinking for three hours now, and it looks like things are getting nasty: a traveller passing through on his way to Texan has just been stabbed to death and the Maniax are rifling through his pockets and stealing his clothes. Barkeep Ernie 'The Hook' surveys his kingdom: a ramshackle shed, home to a motley collection of crates, boxes, and other delapidated 'seating'. The room has been extended in one corner to include his latest enhancement: an indoor latrine. From this shed Ernie peddles his own potent homebrew, which most patrons agree is some form of distilled rusty water. Still, it gets you drunk. Ernie himself is an unusual character: a mutant with a huge warty head and a number of outsized teeth jutting at odd angles from his drooling jaw. This is not odd, of course: what's odd is the fact that he has lived to see his 28th year. One of the original mutants, conceived in an underground bunker in the Old World, and probably the oldest mutant still alive. His nickname 'The Hook' refers of course to his left hand, which was lost long ago and has been replaced with a sharp appendage in the style of a butchers hook.
*Grograt* gary.r.horder@gmail.com Posted Aug 21, 2009, 9:10 am	Elvin 'Mashuga' Israel wanders into the desolate bar, he looks around the congregated iron room looking for some familiar faces. None to be seen he sits down at one of the empty tables and orders a whiskey sour. " Hey barkeep, i hear there may be some action in this here town, you seen any of them there trade lorries heading for Texan" The barkeep just shakes his head and goes about his business.
Twisted Feather Posted Aug 21, 2009, 2:50 pm	The bar's pretty much emptied out now. Damon 'The Demon' and 'Deadeye' Sierra spot the lone drinker as they march into the Bar. "Typical of the one-horse town" says Damon. "Not even enough locals to start a decent fight with. "Early days though" replies Sierra. "Still early days. Let's shoot through to Texan for now. Come back when there's something worth stealing." The pair about face and jump back into the waiting Phoenix, cranking the V8 into life and heading off in a cloud of dust.
darthspanky Posted Aug 24, 2009, 10:39 pm	bartender says i got a note here for a klingon any in here? some fancy landowner wants to part with some land too many trouble makers around here for him so hes probly gunna sell
*Chase Bansi* JohnBMan033@aol.com Posted Aug 27, 2009, 5:51 pm	A battered Windsor II with the EMT (Elmsfield Medical Transport) paint job beats it's way through the gates of town. After paying way to much for a replacement V8 from The Paranoid Tourists, Nick McClelland and Jamie Room saunter into the bar. After a few rounds of rot gut from the Hook they let it be known that Team Bansi is looking for a local representative. Without hesitation 'The Desperado' Antonio Banda steps forward to claim the vacancy. "I don't know what gang you came from but we'll gladly take a man with your skill" Nick says. After a few more rounds to seal the deal they make their way back to the Cutting Yard to complete repairs on the Staff Car.