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| 20 Aug 2013 07:52 PM |
You walk along the old road, gritting your teeth. You haven't found anything for miles, and your water is on short supply. You wipe the sweat from your forehead.
What's that? It looks to be a sign..... |
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| 20 Aug 2013 09:54 PM |
The sign reads -
Beware, you are now crossing into Dread Hound territory! Turn back if you unless you wish to join, or die!
The sign is painted in a blood red spray paint. Yup, that's them for sure. |
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| 21 Aug 2013 03:55 PM |
| Nothing. It's probably best to continue down the road and see what there is. |
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| 21 Aug 2013 04:07 PM |
| Okay, I continue back down |
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| 21 Aug 2013 04:12 PM |
(Continue down that road? Okay)
You make your way down the road, sucking down your last reservoir of water. You notice further down the road that there are people making their way towards. The two of them look like they are from the dread hounds. The only cover available to you is a rusted car. You may be able to join them though... |
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| 21 Aug 2013 04:25 PM |
What? I said Back Back down Not the dread hounds road Back back down back |
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| 21 Aug 2013 04:39 PM |
Alright, you head the other way.
You are now extremely thirsty.
You see yet another group of survivors head down the road, their head hung down as they aimlessly walk ahead. There is no cover.
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| 21 Aug 2013 05:00 PM |
| They look up surprised. There are two, one is a male, the other a female. They look about the same age, their clothes tattered and worn. The man is the first to reply. "You must be a part of the Dread Hounds! We heard that they are good, and can help us be sheltered!" He seems happy to see you. |
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| 21 Aug 2013 05:41 PM |
| "Actually, I'm not from them. They seem a bit too intimidating yet disorganized. Bound for trouble, in my opinion" |
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| 21 Aug 2013 05:53 PM |
The man lowers his gun. "I guess we heard wrong then." (You have persuaded them not to go from your high bartering skill.)
"Do you know of any other factions?" the female asks. |
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| 21 Aug 2013 09:34 PM |
"I was going to the.. Um... New Western thing faction"
(What it be called?) |
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| 21 Aug 2013 09:51 PM |
(New Western Republic.)
"I've heard about it also.... sounds nice there too." The male ventures. "It'll probably be best if we travel together if you plan on going there. I'm Gorge and this is my wife, Stephanie. What do you say? Is it a deal?" |
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| 21 Aug 2013 09:55 PM |
| "Sounds Great! But do you know where the way to it is? I don't have a map or any of that on me. |
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| 21 Aug 2013 09:57 PM |
"Yeah, we do, err..." He pulls out a map. "Here is their closest outpost. We could head there and ask for a way into the faction. It'll be pretty easy. That's maybe ten miles?"
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| 21 Aug 2013 09:59 PM |
"Alright. We best make it there before nightfall" I walk... Wherever the map leads and motion for them to follow. Oh, about how dark is it BTW? |
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| 21 Aug 2013 10:11 PM |
Telling by the sun, it is approximately noon.
They follow you down the cracked road and it leads to a very small town.
A couple homes, a city, a small dinner at the head of the town , and some other piles of rubble. You notice there has been activity here though, as you can make out foot prints covered with a black sludge. Grease? |
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| 22 Aug 2013 05:42 PM |
| Where do the footprints lead? |
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| 22 Aug 2013 08:15 PM |
| You follow the greasy footprints, and it leads you to a mechanic shop. You hear the clanking of items as they are tossed around, screwed in, and put in. The man inside was working on something indeed, or something was tearing the place apart. |
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| 22 Aug 2013 09:39 PM |
"Watch'a up to?" I asked curiously. |
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| 22 Aug 2013 11:27 PM |
You open the door to expose a man hunched over an old convertible. Sensing you, he spins around and exposes his wrinkled face. His expressions show familiarity, as if he knew you were coming.
"Ah, hullo'! Come ta' see me selection of cars? I've jus' bout' fixed this girl up!' He pats on the convertible.
You notice he is quite old, over 65 at least, which is unusual. |
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| 23 Aug 2013 05:26 PM |
"I'm not really looking for a ride, sorry" I turn and go towards another building |
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| 23 Aug 2013 05:43 PM |
"Ah, where ya' goin' mate!"
You walk out, and the couple stops you. You turn to them.
"You know, the nearest outpost is about forty two miles from here...." the man says. |
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