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KNOW THY ENEMY PART ONE: MUTANT PICKUPS

Hati Murphys Mercs Racer Merchants Faction Group: Members Posts: 228 Joined: Jan 21, 2009 My other new column idea. I'll post up a chassis or group of chassis that the enemy uses and y'all can comment on them. Obligatory RP section A dusty Phoenix screams through Somerset town square, kicking up rocks and throwing a dust plume. The passenger appears to be throwing bottles at the various gang compounds. The bottles being made of plastic do not shatter and all contain the same message. 'Hi, from the interns The Old man said we had to do it this way so wewouldnt get blown up. Opinions on the Mutant series of pickup trucks?' Feel free to leave the bottles and we will collect them' ......................... vet wv Posted Apr 16, 2020, 1:06 am

Groovelle Criminal Underworld Darkwind Guru Renegade Group: Subscribers Posts: 758 Joined: Jul 15, 2009 A dusty yellow bottle is leaning against an outhouse. If you were brave enough to pick it up and pour it out, you'd see "Damn pickups." In bold letters. written on plastic scraps. ......................... vet wv0,2,0 Posted Apr 16, 2020, 5:19 am

Tez Blood Roses Darkwind Guru Renegade Group: Members Posts: 579 Joined: Sep 13, 2009 “Hey boss!…boss what's this? You never said you liked the poison!” "Ruby" Croce staggers in to the Blood Roses compound after an elongated happy hour at Dexters, pointing at an empty bottle on one of the many workbenches. The chapter at Somerset is rapidly losing the old guard who have migrated south to Gateway, leaving the new blood outnumbering the old five to three. “Ruby this was left outside the garage doors even before you left”. Timothy "Bulletproof" Wallach, the new lieutenant following a drastic injury of his predecessor raises an eyebrow to his very intoxicated crew-mate. “I figured this was either you or Cherie being lazy yet again but no…I'm glad you're here anyway.” Ruby mimics an aeroplanes wings with her arms trying to stay standing and attempts to look quizzical, however the alcohol forbids her. “Seems we've gained quite the reputation; they wont even talk in person anymore. It's from the Old Man.” An aura of rage surrounds Ruby and she seems to momentarily snap out of her inebriation and snatches the bottle from his hand. “I've got this one…once and for all” “For all? Ruby?” Not another word is spoken and she power walks with intent to the lock box on the far end of the garage, rummaging for a set of car keys. An grin akin to a comic book villain forms on her face as she raises one set level to her eyes. “Ruby what are you planning now? This can't be a good idea.” She ignores the words of her superior and makes a beeline to her chosen bringer of justice, sliding over the bonnet, popping the side hatch and lunging feet first in to the drivers seat. Centre Stage - the newest Stormer in the line-up - is much less equal than the others. Instead of rockets and rapid-fire lead shooter this one sports a pre-rad anti air missile launcher offset from the power bulge on the hood, a roll cage and one thousand pounds of crudely sculpted steel welded to the front. With the slam of the hatch closing the small block V8 purrs into awakening as Ruby threads her legs through the lower portion of the roll cage. Flicking a bank of switches down with her gloved left hand, pulling the hardness straps tight with the right and a buzz of monotone beeps echo inside while three green lights radiate on the diamond plate dashboard. “Rockets armed, fuel good” she murmurs to herself, throwing the four speed stick shift ten to ten and dumping the clutch. Leaving a slithering snaking eleven over the pale concrete floor – representative of her well quenched mind – the Stormer darts out of the garage in search of her prey. “####ing drunk chicks…” Bulletproof exclaims, then returns to documenting this months finances. Barely a minute passes by and her sights are on. A lone Phoenix drifts at speed through the outskirts of Somerset where the more established and larger gangs have set their base of operations. Bottles fly from the drivers side hatch. There you are, I'll send a proper message. No missed bullets, bottles or swearing from me boyo. All eight cylinders roar into overdrive. The fourth switch on the bank is slammed down to tell the ECU to use a richer fuel mixture to extract even more power. Her prey senses the incoming danger and a plume of black smoke exits the rear, the rear axle collapsing under acceleration and veers off the open sand to the lone road heading back to town. The gap closes from roughly two hundred metres to barely twenty, Ruby anticipating the manoeuvre in advance and with the extra power cuts across at a much sharper angle. With the northern gates in sight her prey is forced to slow down for a Holy Rollers convoy still processing their way through the local militia. I've got you now.. Ruby thinks otherwise. A screech from the Phoenix's brakes drops its speed and receives a shunt from behind; an almighty crunch of crumpling metal and the spray of Texan fuel fills the air. The collision lifts the rear axle into the burnt sky and her victim is forced nose first into a Trader Pickup. A second cataclysmic cry of metal on metal barely moves the much heavier pickup whilst the lightweight muscle car is sent several metres airborne - almost floating - as it soars roof first into Sir Lattes church. The straight six cuts out with a grind and at first smoke, then fire erupts from the ####pit. Hah! What a message! Seconds later the remains of the church are caught in the grasp of the engulfed Phoenix. Ruby… Her grasp relaxes from the wheel, clicks the hatch open and pulls her upper torso through to get a clearer view. The comic book grin returns. RUBY. It fades as soon as it arrived ;an unknown force twists her body and tries to pull her out the hatch. RUBY!!! Screams fill her room, coming from both Ruby and Cherie who is trying to shake her awake, then lets out a giggle. “Wow, hit it hard at Dexters after the last run?” Gathering her breath and senses, Ruby blinks and adjusts to her new surroundings, trying to acquire as much composure as she can. “No…no, just a nap while Jakes gets the fighters ready.” “Don't give me that Ruby!” Cherie points to the empty decanter, stained dark red from the liquid that stood inside no less than two hours ago. Ruby shrugs and gives her driver a smile. “$10 a bottle, well spent.” “And once again nothing left for me!” Cherie huffs. “Hey you need your mind clear for the sands and dodging those ram trucks…Mulchers right? I still remember that one time in the dunes you let us get painted.” “I said we aren't to speak of that anymore!” “Yeah yeah yeah, least you didn't get us hit. We both know the stories” “See that's why I drive and not you. One hand on the bottle and the other on the trigger.” Both girls grin at each other and laugh in unison. "C'mon, the rest are waiting on us. Lets go." Cherie speaks with an upbeat tone and leaves her gunner to get ready. Ruby rubs her eyes and turns over in her bed. Just a dream...that was some strong stuff. I'll have to get a bottle for Cherie ......................... vet wv combat1 pvp3 pvp51,4,0 Posted Apr 16, 2020, 9:08 pm Last edited Apr 21, 2020, 7:46 pm by Tez

*Ninesticks* The Wombles Darkwind Guru Renegade Group: Marshals + Rule Council Posts: 3,371 Joined: Apr 11, 2008 An old and bent crone from the Vault Dwellers speaks up 'Heard tell once of a Mutant Malady, every one is built different, no telling what they're packing unles you are up real close or under fire'. A hacking cough and phlegmy spit later 'thankfully just old wives' tales I reckon, never seen one in the field, just the fevered dreams of a madman' ......................... vet wv marshal pvp4 community pvp20,1,0 Posted Apr 16, 2020, 9:59 pm

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