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Post by PirateWolf12 on Jan 2, 2011 22:19:08 GMT -6
It is the year 2281. A nuclear war a couple hundred years ago devastated the planet, killing billions of people and changing life permanently for the rest. You; alone in a brand new world, a stranger in a strange land, are crossing the Mojave Desert with one plan in mind.... ...To take over The Strip! But before you assume the position, just who are you? You are... a) Ebony Dark'ness Dementia Raven WayA totally sluttish and goffic vampire who can walk in the sunlight as well as do some really weak witchcraft. b) Matt "Matt" RuinoffAn ambition and slightly psychotic bastard who knows a bit about science and beating the elderly with sacks full of puppies. c) Kiden O'HarkA teenage nightclub dancer who loves animals, knows some quick moves and has an addiction to a few meds. d) LaShawndrax TandyAn overweight black mother trying to survive in a Man's Man's Man's World. She has a damn lot of strength. In addition to choosing a character, you may also choose ONE affiliation: i) Great Khans ii) Followers of the Apocalypse iii) The Kings
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Post by AceTheMercenary on Jan 2, 2011 22:24:14 GMT -6
C 2.
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Post by The Merchant on Jan 2, 2011 22:26:45 GMT -6
D 2.
Doctor LaShawndrax will see you now.
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Post by Veta on Jan 2, 2011 22:37:46 GMT -6
C3!
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Post by PirateWolf12 on Jan 3, 2011 7:16:58 GMT -6
I demand at least three to four more votes!
Please.
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Post by Zomby Wulf on Jan 3, 2011 7:19:48 GMT -6
C 3
Cuz I'm a pedophile.
I mean...
What?
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Post by Rojjy on Jan 4, 2011 17:56:42 GMT -6
Bi
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Post by Kong The Jester on Jan 4, 2011 19:09:18 GMT -6
A i
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Post by The True Kong on Jan 4, 2011 19:14:17 GMT -6
Don't trust that high-horse riding conformist above me, he is just trying to mooch off my groovy vibe. He can never understand my true being and what makes me so speshul and different. Nobody ever truly could...Anyway, my vote is totes D3, because my favorite band is D3. You probably haven't heard of them, they're an indie group.
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Post by Rie (CSF) on Jan 5, 2011 22:16:02 GMT -6
D2.
...I hope I don't regret this.
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Post by Song Nai on Jan 5, 2011 23:51:51 GMT -6
C2
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Post by PirateWolf12 on Jan 6, 2011 0:31:51 GMT -6
Kiden O’Hark crouched in the sand, her hands tied in front of her. She didn’t know where she was, though she suspected she wasn’t too far off the course she was travelling. All around her stood graves, eerie in the moonlight. A large water tower gave a long, low creak causing a shiver to travel down Kiden’s back. Her mind was a jumble of incomplete thoughts and emotions. If only she could move, she could attack her assailants by throwing the desert sand in their eyes, as she had been taught by her tribe, the Great Khans. But any attempt at escaping was also fleeted by her withdrawal and cravings, her desire for some sweet, sweet Jet. Or Psycho. A little bit of Med-X is always nice too.
The Follower’s had tried to rehabilitate her off the stuff, and it had worked long enough for her to begin training her in basic medical services, which she took back to her home at Bitter Springs. But alas it is hard to stay off drugs when it’s your town’s primary income. She heard a rattling to her side and turned to face a coyote, its tan head tilting in interest. She was an animal friend and with her helpful but commonly ignored perk, she beckoned it closer.
“Save me, my coyote friend!” She said. It looked at the three men standing above her, turned and ran off. “What the fu- I mean, yes! Go forth, find rescue!...Fuck.”
She looked up at the head leader. “HANKEH PANKEH?” He said. He was a large, overweight black man with no hair. A sight not commonly seen in the wasteland. He clearly came from money to eat that regularly.
“What? No…no…thanks though?”
“It’s the name of my favourite pistol, ya’ cryin’ bitch.” One of the two strippers accompanying him handed the gun to the man she knew of as Coach. He held it up, the light shimmering off its metal casing. “Maybe next time you’ll think before runnin’ yo’ mouth on taking the city for yourself. Nothing personal.”
“It seems personal.”
“The robot says it ain’t. Anyway, thanks for the box of psycho.” He said, motioning to a package of drugs Kiden was holding on herself to deliver to a man in the NCR for nefarious purposes.
“Wait, Coach! “The drugs are poi-“ BANG. Kiden’s world faded to dark.
*** Kiden’s eyes slowly opened. She was in her underwear, in a mysterious room, with an unfamiliar man in the far corner. Music was playing.
”If there's a camera up in here Then it's gonna leave with me When I do. I do If there's a camera up in here Then I'd best not catch this flick On YouTube, YouTube.”
“The fuck is a YouTube?” Kiden asked, barely audible.
”’Cause if you run your mouth and brag About this secret rendezvous I will hunt you down 'Cause baby I'm up in my bidness Like a Wendy interview But this is private Between you and I”
”Touch my body Put me on the floor Wrestle me around Play with me some more Touch my body Throw me on the bed I just wanna make you feel Like you never did. Touch my bod-“
“THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE,” Kiden screamed. She leapt up from the bed and grabbed a scalpel on the tray next to her and pointed it at the surprised man. He was wearing some sexy pyjamas and was real old. He also had a rapist’s moustache. “Wait,” he cried. “Don’t attack! I patched you up! I saved you. Well, a robot found you, but-“
“SHUT. UP.”
Okay, seems like Kiden’s got herself into a pretty awkward situation! What should she do?
a) Ask the doctor what happened. He saved you, and he seems like a good man. There’s probably an excuse for the strange music and rapist look.
b) There isn’t. Bolt outside, screaming in horror at the perv and begging for help from whoever lays outside.
c) Wimp! Stab and kill that bitch, hide the body and loot what chems and supplies you can find!
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Post by Veta on Jan 6, 2011 0:45:21 GMT -6
B!
Also, undies.
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Post by AceTheMercenary on Jan 6, 2011 0:47:42 GMT -6
C.
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Post by Rojjy on Jan 6, 2011 17:04:19 GMT -6
A
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Post by Rai Chiller on Jan 6, 2011 17:45:50 GMT -6
CCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCC
Coincidentally, Doctor Mitchell is one of the few NPC's in New Vegas I have never ever killed. Not even on my Nazi Legion character.
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Post by Zomby Wulf on Jan 6, 2011 21:58:16 GMT -6
A
It seems like the only option that leads to possibly sexing up this man. I mean, he saved her right? It's the least that she can do.
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Post by Song Nai on Jan 6, 2011 22:32:42 GMT -6
A
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Post by Rie (CSF) on Jan 7, 2011 20:32:23 GMT -6
B.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 9, 2011 10:18:58 GMT -6
I choose A, and she could also offer him part of her candy necklace (I believe that the main character here is the blonde girl from above, right?)
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Post by Vandy on Jan 12, 2011 18:36:32 GMT -6
C, fuck Mitchell.
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Post by PirateWolf12 on Jan 12, 2011 19:22:41 GMT -6
A wins!
"It's alright," he said. "Let's just relax."
Kiden lowered her weapon. "Sorry. I guess you aren't a rapist. Could you explain to me what happened?"
"I don't really know. The robot, Victor, dug you out from the graveyard and took you to me. You were out for a couple of days after I removed the bullet. Surprisingly, it didn't cause much damage. Well, it didn't kill you or leave you brain dead anyway. My name is Doc Mitchell. So, do you know who shot you?"
"Yes. Well, I don't know him personally. I never met him until…well, you know. But I know of him. He has a casino or something out on The Strip. Has a lot of influence. I knew his cousin well though. I kinda stabbed him in the lung after he stepped on my spirit mole rat."
"Well-" The doctor tried to interject.
"I guess he might not have been happy if he had heard my plans. Said plans involve me taking over New Vegas, you see? Also the dam. I want control over the entire desert, basically."
"Um-"
"I really should stop telling people my plans." Kiden lamented. “I believe that’s what got me into this mess. The mess being me getting shot in the head! Well, that or the cousin thing. I also sold his daughter some poisonous Jet a month back after I got her hooked. It was revenge for him stabbing my tribe in the back. Not literally, though I myself stabbed his elderly mother in the back with a cazadore poison barb…”
"Well, where to begin?" Doc Mitchell said.
"Do you have any Med-X I can use. I'm like in pain and…stuff."
The good doctor raised an eye brow.
"Fine." Kiden said. "Again though, I’m sorry I thought you were going to sexually assault me in my sleep. I don’t know why I thought you were."
"That's okay. And you thought I was a rapist because you see, I am. I did last night in fact! And before you woke up I planned on doing it again."
"I KNEW IT!" Kiden cried with triumph. "I KNEW IT JUST BE YOUR MUSTACHE AND THE MUSIC." But now Kiden saw him begin to grin, which was quite a frightening sight. He lunged forward and grabbed Kiden by the neck.
“HANKEH PANKEH.” He said, his mouth close to hers.
She couldn’t breath. She was getting weak and desperate, her hand behind her on the table looking for something. Her hand felt something. A scalpel. She picked it up and jammed it into the doctor’s eye. He froze in place, lessening his grip on her neck and began to scream in pain.
"NOW IS PERVERT KILLING TIME." Kiden cried, picking up a hammer from the shelf and beating the medical practitioner to an inch of his life. He fell on the ground, barely alive. He was quite a gory and ugly sight, bruises and wounds covering his face and arms, the scalpel still protruding out of his eye. The beatings had rendered the old and weak hammer useless, but the man was still alive. On his desk was a loaded handgun which Kiden took in desperation to make him stop shouting in anger and revenge. She shot him. About ten times. He seemed to be dead, and Kiden sighed in relief. Suddenly a knock was at the door, making Kiden turn around in panic.
“Doc? It’s me!” A woman said. “You in there? I thought I heard yelling.”
Kiden began to freak out. She had to hide the body, but where? She saw it, standing in the corner of the room. A large empty safe, the door wide open. She quickly dragged the body over to it, and shoved it inside. It didn’t fit.
“Crap!” She cried in outrage. The woman kept knocking at the front door. Kiden picked up a bonesaw lying near by and began to saw off his fingers and toes, then his feet and hands as quickly as she could with the slightly blunt saw. The doctor began to scream, making Kiden jump back in fear.
“Why won’t you die!?” She demanded, and began to saw off his head. It took a minute, but his head finally was off and he at last died, much to the relief of Kiden. She shoved all the limbs into the safe and closed it.
“Doc? I’m coming in!” The woman said, walking into the hallway. “Oh!” She said in surprise at seeing Kiden.
“Hi!” Kiden said, dragging a moth eaten rug with her foot over a puddle of fresh blood as quickly as she could without attracting the woman’s attention. “I don’t know where the doctor is. I think he left to go to the uh, graveyard? Um, love to stay and chat but I have to go. Don’t fall asleep around the doctor! Bye!”
Kiden quickly put on her slutty outfit, complete with candy necklace as the woman watched her with a peculiar look on her face. She was about to leave when she spotted several items in the shelf. “Oh! I, uh, better…collect my things!” Kiden said, picking up a bag on the floor and shovelling various medical supplies and instruments into her bag, along with any valuable loot.
“What’s this?” The woman said, picking up a sliced off ring finger, complete with a gold ring still attached.
“Oh! That’s totally mine! Calls it, y’know? Yeah, that’s hot.” She said, taking the ring, putting it on her own index finger and chucking the sliced appendage into a bin. “I mean…very valuable. To me! It’s sentimental. Well...bye now.”
Kiden left the woman standing in the shack and exited through the scratched up front door. The brightness from the sun burned her eyes. When she could see again, she was on top of a hill, with a view of the small settlement below her.
Kiden is now in the humble town of Goodsprings. Looking around, she sees some interesting people. Who should Kiden talk to?
a) The woman dressed as a fairy, standing outside the local saloon. She might help you with your journey.
b) A man in his yard crying about something. Helping him might lead to some valuable loot
c) A creepy looking robot standing outside a nearby shack. Probably another rapist. Or someone that can shed some light.
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Post by Veta on Jan 12, 2011 19:26:36 GMT -6
A.
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Post by Vandy on Jan 12, 2011 19:33:27 GMT -6
A: You can always trust a fairy.
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Post by Rai Chiller on Jan 12, 2011 19:36:35 GMT -6
C
Dooo the roboooooot
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Post by Zomby Wulf on Jan 13, 2011 4:35:25 GMT -6
A
For a Black Sawn like lesbian scene.
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Post by Someone on Jan 20, 2011 13:58:31 GMT -6
MOAR
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Post by Deleted on Jan 20, 2011 22:13:49 GMT -6
B; perhaps the man is crying because he doesn't have anyone to whom he can introduce his attractive and available creepy-looking-robot-cum-enchanting-fairy friends
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