>>431

Hey cocksucker if you don't like the board then GTFO, nobodies making you be here. Please go somewhere else next time your on the rag so you can do us all a favor.

>>37

Effin sweet. They made this board. I some new, uncorrupted DH books, so we could rock that. Final projects have been kicking my ass lately, but in a week I have a month long break, so we could finally get some playing in with out me disappearing.

Mix of 2) and 3) . Apparently the girl that left isn't devoted follower of the woman standing in front of me and it would be stupid to not use this occasion to give myself an edge. Moreover, maybe because of the sensation that drove me nuts a few moments ago, maybe because of some other reason, I think I feel more familiar with my body as I'm driven to act like little manipulative, conspirous bitch. Call it women nature or echo of my natural sadism - it doesn't matter now. I try to induce hormonal distress in myself and make my body shiver, voice to break and look like a poor, violated rape-victim saying quietly a word spreading from her dried lips :
'Why are you do-doing this? Who...who are you people?'
It should be easier to do that since my body is all sweatened and I'm now in some sort of cold basement.

>>462

You manage to put on a pretty good show as you ask your questions, although the act is in some part genuine--it's cold, your body has been put through abuse, and there's scary armed men staring at you.

The woman gives you a contemptuous sneer, and lifts your chin with a firm grip, but not a deathgrip like last time. "What we are doing is bigger than you understand. All you need to know about us is that we are in charge, and we demand obedience,"

She motions to the the guards, and two of them begin unstrapping you from the table. "We will give you one more chance. But if you damage my girls again... I will personally ensure that you regret it. In the mean time, you'd do well to remember that you belong to me, and that includes your hands. You will not be able to use them until I decide otherwise,"

The guards have already unstrapped you from the waist up, but now they place each of your hands into a locking metal mitten, which are then secured to your waist on short chains. Then they resume unstrapping your lower body, which is a relief, because your legs have been spread wide so long that you worry your thigh tendons are about to tear.

As soon as your bare feet touch down on the frigid cement floor, the hood is thrown back over your head. "Take her to the refectory"

You're marched back down the hallway and into the elevator again. The doors open on a different level, and you're greeted by a rush of warm air, causing your body to shudder at the rapid change in temperature.

You're walked a short way until you hear the buzz of an electronic lock. Your hood is removed and you're pushed into a large room. The door slides shut behind you. The ceiling in the room about 20 feet high, and has a narrow strip of skylights running down the center. Elevated catwalks line the white walls, overlooking the large eating area filled with white tables.

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I accept her offer and ask her about our location. I want to know where we are, how we got here, and why we are here. After she answers these questions I ask if she has anything else she would like to tell me or some advice.

>>437

I wasn't complaining so much as I was stating the obvious.

Are you in a coma, Brackman?

>>423
You speak the current number into your walkie-talkie. You say "41,079". It's not much lower than when you last checked a month ago. There seems to be confusion and worry on the other side at your intrusion. After several attempts to question you in their language (at least, you assume they were questions), you hear a man with a thick, possibly Asian accent demand to know how you found them, in broken English.

Just to clarify that other spoiler is non-canon. I always drop stuff after a while, but I am trying not to. It's one of my serious problems. I have a pen-pal that I haven't written in almost a year. I started a club at my school and I stopped going to meetings after it was big enough to run without me. But today, I declare an end to that. I will finish this interactive role playing game if it kills me. And I will be sure to let you guys know if I can't post due to death.

Well, shit, my apology is longer than my post. Have a picture of a my cat to make up for all the lost time.

>>453

Okay, assault rifle it is. After walking about 5 minutes to a safe spot, he gathers the parts and gets to work on the rifle.

In the meantime, you look over your inventory:

-Rusted shotgun (sawed-off double barrel, second trigger is broken, what you were shot in leg with)
-Parts of rusty handgun (10mm autoloader, heavy trigger pull, worn-out rifling in barrel)
-Parts of assault rifle (soon to be complete)
-Kabob of squirrel meat
-Bottle of whiskey (1/4 full, or 3/4 empty if you're a pessimist)
-Knife (sturdy, well-sharpened)
-Partially loaded assault rifle magazine (19 rounds)
-Partially loaded pistol magazine (3 rounds)
-Handful of questionable shot-shells (7 total)

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>>445

You shake your head slowly, "If she's high on jet there's no way of knowing how she'll react to us."

Mark laughs it off, "You ain't got much experience out here in the Waste, do ya? Just about everyone you meet out here is gonna be doing somethin'. It's the only way we can cope." He Holds his rifle above his head in a nonthreatening manner and calls out to the lady.

At first she doesn't respond, she continues her shots and chasing it down with the nuka cola. But after Mark calls out to her again she slowly takes her feet off the desk and turns to the window and peers out at the two of you. "I don't get too many visitors out here and that's the way I like it. Unless you got something to trade, please keep moving."

Mark frowns and lowers his rifle, "Well that ain't the friendliest welcome I ever got." He turns to you, "You got anything to trade or do you want to try and get here to tag along. These Waste do get awfully lonely."

WHAT DO YOU DO? TRADE ITEMS, TRY TO GET GIRL TO JOIN PARTY, OR LEAVE?

>>467

Hmm... I do have weapon parts I'm not using, and I also have a few caps floating around. I ask about trading: what has she got that she's willing to trade?

I'm not sure about asking her to join us. If she's drunk AND high on Jet, I sure as hell don't trust her to be armed and/or watching my back.

I still think it's a good idea to ask for information about the area though. If she lives here, then she must know more than we do about any dangers we might face on our way into and inside the Mirelurk metro.

Maybe if things go our way, the chick will be passed out by the time we're leaving the metro, and we can take advantage accordingly.

>>434
PHHHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Name: Rachel Farrah

Age: 16

Appearance: Medium height, long black hair with white tips. Wears black lace gloves with black and white striped long-sleeved shirt.

Personality: Very short-tempered to her family which quickly changes with her friends. Sarcastic and is a bit of a drag on the group.... please dont make her die.

Equipment: In a black stitched teddy bear backpack: Bottles of water, fruit roll ups, cigarettes(holding for a friend), a letter opener, her cell phone and no charger.

Biography: Rachel is always misunderstood. People see her and turn the other way just because she is different. Her entire life she has lived in Chesapeake and she was always longing to get out.
Her friends are equal to her life. She says often she could not live with out them. Now for her situation...

(adding another)Situation: Sitting on her bed texting her friends and staring at her Andy Sixx poster. This was a very typical day and yet still she never wanted to shy away from it. She glances outside and notices two people chasing each other and screaming. She slams the window and rolls her eyes.
She plops herself back on her bed and everything is quiet. Someone starts running down the hall and then they just stop. Thinking its just her brother she locks her door. All is quiet until her text tone breaks the silence. She picks it up and reads the message.

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Rachel Bangs on the windows and screams, " Seth let me in! There is something wrong with my family and I killed my brother. Please...(the rest is drowned out by sobbing.) Her eyeliner starts running down her cheek giving her a fierce appearance. Then she gets surrounded.

>>451

Fair enough. Let's open this thing together. But... just in case anything sketchy happens, I've got the revolver within easy reach.

Together you open the case and there are two syringes there.

It appears to be the only thing that can reverse it.

Or is it?

He motions you to go first?

>>465

Well I figure we've got nothing to lose, seeing as we're already both mutated. I'm sure as hell not injecting it into my eye, though. I gently take a syringe and squeeze out any air inside, then tap the inside of my claw arm, looking for a good vein. If I find one, then that's where the needle's getting injected.

I don't know what's gonna happen, but I've got my claw-fingers crossed.

Can we stop trying to prey on children so much?

>>424
no.

bump where is storyteller? need more

mage here, im in

You have my time OP, as long as it's after 8 p.m. central pacific, also as per rules might i suggest Shadowrun rules modified to your needs. They allow for flexible, creative but not retarded game play.

I would definitely be interested in something like this. A quick question though, why something like Windows Live instead of IRC? Maybe I'm just old fashioned, but I feel like IRC would lend itself to something like this much more.

>>429
Also, kind of tied into his post, is OP talking about doing something like having everyone in at the same time, or having the world be persistent throughout the day? Either way, it seems like there could be problems.

Examine surroundings. What is in the area I just left? What are the floors and walls made out of?

I attack the darkness!

I shit in my knickers.