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Boy quickly runs his hands under the sink before tucking his baton into his bag.

"Sir, are you sure yo-"
The man enters the kitchen, stopping himself dead in his tracks upon making eye contact.
"Oh, are you a friend of the man I spoke with?"

step 1. wonder why no one has eyes
step 2. beat the forgeter to death and if the other guy comes in kill him too

step 1. wonder why no one has eyes
I'm terrible at drawing faces.
Like, seriously, if you want I can do the next few panels with eyes.

Don't beat this guy to death.


"Yes, when I got here he was dead next to a big mess like some sort of satanic ritual"

"Yes, when I got here he was dead next to a big mess like some sort of satanic ritual"

"But... I just spoke to him a couple minutes ago. He came in here to show me food because he didn't want any of our... Could he have committed Self Delete? When did you get here?"
Guy's got food on him. Probably from Soup Kitchen up North.
Faction discovered: Soup Kitchen.
Soup Kitchen is a bunch of prats controlling a warehouse full of crates of soup from a company that went bankrupt. They're giving out the food to people in need in this time of crCIA.

ask for food because you're a hungry forgeter

plot twist: the conversation you just heard was him talking to himself

"I was chilling in his room when he just, sort of came in and started messily offing himself against a wall. No clue what his deal was."

(also rub face on wall)

"I was chilling in his room when he just, sort of came in and started messily rubbing himself against a wall. No clue what his deal was."

(also rub face on wall)

ftfy

Jump on him, begin choking him, then when he's knocked out, gag and bind him.

Fake an alias, "His name was Duke. He came in talking about a couple guys he met that were looking for food... went to take a piss, come back and he's well... not with us. I'm Mark. Considering the lights just went on, it may not be safe to stay here, at least for now. We should grab what we can, head out and keep an eye on the building for a while. If nobody comes to loot it, we can head back."

Keep an eye on them. Don't give them any more information. Make sure you have the best weapons and armor, if you don't, claim that you're better with the equipment. Do not reveal your true identity, or any useful information that identifies you.
They are meat-shields, and nothing more.
If I'm gonna be a bandit, I'm gonna have to toughen up. Some people are friends, and some people are fleshy bullet-shields.

edit: it can be observed that man-1 has a bandoleer with what appears to be soup, a pistol holster on his hip, and some fairly light armor, possibly low-grade leather. Ask if he has any spare pistol mags, as you're low on ammo.

edit2: if they ask how I knew Duke, he's my Uncle. If they ask where I'm from, say Mannheim, Germany; no way they'll know where that is. If they ask where my parents are, they're dead.

edit3: if it hasn't been done already, assess the pistol I have now: What caliber is it? What make & model? Does it have a manual safety? Does the holster fit in my waistband? If so, can I place it on my 3' o'clock? (right hip) EXACTLY how many rounds do I have?
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Fake an alias, "His name was Duke. He came in talking about a couple guys he met that were looking for food... went to take a piss, come back and he's well... not with us. I'm Mark. Considering the lights just went on, it may not be safe to stay here, at least for now. We should grab what we can, head out and keep an eye on the building for a while. If nobody comes to loot it, we can head back."
"stuff... he probably feared the worse... To think I may have come off to him as bandit material... Well I'm sorry for your loss. About the power thing, my... companion... plugged in those Christmas lights out front. Must have blew out a fuse."

If I'm gonna be a bandit, I'm gonna have to toughen up. Some people are friends, and some people are fleshy bullet-shields.
Right... fleshy bullet shields...
The thought crosses 'Mark's' mind for a second, his visions of the future turning to bloodshed for a split moment. He shakes the feeling off.

Ask if he has any spare pistol mags, as you're low on ammo.
"...You got any ammo on you? I'm a bit low."
"Eh? Oh, no. I don't carry a gun, but my friend might. He's a bit of a hoarder when it comes to ammo, so don't expect him to hand it over."

edit3: if it hasn't been done already, assess the pistol I have now: What caliber is it? What make & model? Does it have a manual safety? Does the holster fit in my waistband? If so, can I place it on my 3' o'clock? (right hip) EXACTLY how many rounds do I have?
.45 ACP Glock. Basic as basic goes. Manual and automatic safety, and it fits snug in the holster, which comes with a clip for any waistband. Easy to ready under one's dominant hand, but taking it out now may draw blood. There's one mag inside the gun, and two extra.

Ask the guy his name, tell him we should really get going in case some bandits saw the lights. Stay quiet when you enter the next room over with the second guy, observe the both of them: body language, what they have on them, potential threats, and which one would have to go down first if it becomes a shootout. Make sure neither of them go back into the other room, otherwise they will see the body and the pool of blood, and question how he died of blunt trauma.
If guy #2 is friendly: offer to help them grab as MUCH food as possible, grab anything of value and scram
If guy #2 is cautious: tell him to relax, I'm on his side, we all just wanna get outta here with a little extra food and a full belly, right? Show him the duffel bag with the food
If guy #2 is violent (draws weapon, gets ready to run, w/e): unholster glock, turn off safety, issue a warning shot (if he draws a weapon, shoot his arm, if he runs, shoot the door and command him to stop, otherwise shoot into the ceiling), if he continues, kill him and guy #1

if it turns to bloodshed, get whatever I can carry and that isn't nailed down, and get the hell out of this mad house.