Author Topic: NOIR {ON THE RUN}  (Read 8745 times)

"Whaddeva, fruitcake. Yer payin' the bill."


That's it. Beat the stuff out of him and take the car

I'm not running this game anymore. Sorry folks. I'll ask Tber if he wants it.

NOIR is now an offical Tberman property. What he chooses to do with it is up to him. It's been a pleasure being your DM, but I just don't have the time anymore. Sorry folks.

> START MASTURBATING AND SCREAMING WHILE CALLING FOR FIVE MORE CABS
You let out a wild, ape-like scream as you start masturbating and calling five different cab companies inbetween screams.
"Someone should send yer ass to a mental institution, fruitcake. The bill is $8.41, by the way." The cabbie responds, desperately trying to resist bashing his head against the steering wheel. "Get outta here!" He points towards the door of the cab.
> CONTINUE SCREAMING AS YOU EXIT THE CAR AND SURVEY THE AREA
You continue letting out ape-like screams as you pay the bill, exit the cab, and survey the area. You hear the cabbie mutter "Moron" as you exit.

There are uninteresting buildings all around you, mostly consisting of things like apartments. Your office (and the car) is only a block away. You see that the police are still swarming around your office, which is quite clearly a crime scene now. A few cops are staring in your direction from across the block, but they don't recognize you yet, and quickly shrug their shoulders before turning their attention back to the crime scene. Some pedestrians are walking about near the cab, giving you strange looks as they pass by.

> WALK TO THE OFFICE WHERE YOUR CAR IS
You consider walking to the office, but then you realize how much of a poor decision that would be when you consider that you'll be getting tackled and handcuffed in no time by the cops when they see you.
> GET BACK INTO THE CAB
You quickly get back into the cabbie's car before he can take off.
"What the forget?" The cabbie responds.
> BEAT UP THE CAB DRIVER AND CARJACK HIM
You sock the cab driver in the jaw and send his head flying into the side window of the taxicab, knocking him into unconsciousness. While the cabbie is still out cold from the blow, you reach over to the doors, open them, and shove the cab driver out into the streets.
"Hey! You there! Freeze!" You look behind you and see a man in a brown trenchcoat and a fedora on the sidewalk, charging towards you. You can clearly see that he is armed with a small handgun.
> _

You're perfectly healthy.
You are carrying: .38 Colt, Multitool, Lockpick, Kar Ceys, Check, Knife, Whippet, Ravioliravioligivemetheformuo li. You have 15.51$.
You are wearing clothes made for the cold. A black wool coat falls to your calves and a felt flat-top boating hat rests on your head. Underneath you are wearing suspenders over a shirt and a holster with a gun in it. Your coat is buttoned up, making it impossible to draw the shotgun quickly. However, the shotgun is also nearly invisible now.
« Last Edit: September 24, 2016, 07:38:50 PM by tber123 »


> DRAW WINGS ON SHOES
You open the glove compartment of the taxicab and find a permanent marker before crudely scribbling a pair of wings onto them. The man with the trenchcoat and fedora is about to reach the taxicab. Are you sure that this will work?

> FLY MAN FLY

Your desperate attempts to fly were unsuccessful, and the man catches up to you, pulling you out of the car and handcuffing you before you can even react. With all available evidence the police have pointing to the fact that you murdered a woman, you are charged with murder soon after and sent to prison.

You don't last five months in prison. On your third month, an inmate with a sharpened toothbrush stabbed you to death in the showers. Rest in piece, Patterson.


That wasn't very smart, pal. Can't solve this mystery if you've been arrested!

GAME OVER


Would you like to RESTORE, RESTART, or QUIT?

> RESTORE

You are standing on the sidewalk. The cab driver is speeding off while muttering something about "loving fruitcakes", your office is a block away, and the cops are still swarming all over it. How are you going to get your car if the cops are everywhere?

> _

You're perfectly healthy.
You are carrying: .38 Colt, Multitool, Lockpick, Kar Ceys, Check, Knife, Whippet, Ravioliravioligivemetheformuo li. You have 15.51$.
You are wearing clothes made for the cold. A black wool coat falls to your calves and a felt flat-top boating hat rests on your head. Underneath you are wearing suspenders over a shirt and a holster with a gun in it. Your coat is buttoned up, making it impossible to draw the shotgun quickly. However, the shotgun is also nearly invisible now.




jump into the cab through the god damn window, knock out the cab driver and drive into the sunset

draw wings on the cab and proceed to fly the car

> HIJACK THE CAB AND KNOCK THE CABBIE OUT AGAIN

You rush after the cab, running out into the middle of the street as you chase after it. Your legs are clearly no match for the cab, so it obviously escapes.

> DRAW WINGS ON THE CAB AND TRY TO FLY

Cars can't fly in 1943, and you don't even have a pencil or a pen to draw with.

> _

You're perfectly healthy.
You are carrying: .38 Colt, Multitool, Lockpick, Kar Ceys, Check, Knife, Whippet, Ravioliravioligivemetheformuo li. You have 15.51$.
You are wearing clothes made for the cold. A black wool coat falls to your calves and a felt flat-top boating hat rests on your head. Underneath you are wearing suspenders over a shirt and a holster with a gun in it. Your coat is buttoned up, making it impossible to draw the shotgun quickly. However, the shotgun is also nearly invisible now.




slice open your wrists to unlock ink then draw wings on your back so you can fly

> SLIT WRISTS AND DRAW WINGS ON YOUR BACK IN BLOOD BEFORE FLYING AWAAAAY

You slash open your wrists, immediately causing the pain to incapacitate you before you can even consider drawing some wings. You tumble over and collapse to the ground in a heap while in the middle of the street. A passing driver fails to see you and accidentally runs you over, crushing your skull and killing you on the spot.


Hurting yourself is not the answer, Patterson.

GAME OVER


Would you like to RESTORE, RESTART, or QUIT?

> RESTORE

You are standing in the middle of the street. The cab driver has already sped away into the distance, your office is a block away, and the cops are still swarming all over it. How are you going to get your car if the cops are everywhere?

> _

You're perfectly healthy.
You are carrying: .38 Colt, Multitool, Lockpick, Kar Ceys, Check, Knife, Whippet, Ravioliravioligivemetheformuo li. You have 15.51$.
You are wearing clothes made for the cold. A black wool coat falls to your calves and a felt flat-top boating hat rests on your head. Underneath you are wearing suspenders over a shirt and a holster with a gun in it. Your coat is buttoned up, making it impossible to draw the shotgun quickly. However, the shotgun is also nearly invisible now.