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Wastelanders: The Dystopian Convoy

William hopped into his car and fell in line behind the others. He decided that he would take up the rear of the convoy, his flammer would deter most people, and if worst came to worst he would be able to speed past some of the others. His car doesn't need to be the fastest, just not the slowest. He took stock of his fuel supply and dis his best to calculate how many refuels he had. When he counted he frowned to himself. He had enough fuel in the tank to go for about five hours, on the plus side he had enough to refuel five and a half times, if you include his emergency supply.

He grabbed the radio and switched it to the right channel. "Hey Mantis, it's Glasser. I got about five hours or so of fuel left in the tank, but enough to refuel five or six times. Also, since using the radio wastes your battery, I think we should have our own radio channel to communicate to one another without causing you to lose power and then crash. I do have one question for everyone first. When we stop jext, what does everyone want to eat? I'm a damn good cook, so long as I have stuff to cook."

Ere' we go! Ere' we go! Ere' we go! - WH40K Ork RP [Lookin' for boyz an grotz]

Can I get in on this? I love Orks

Mass Effect: Brink

On second thought I won't create a character. Good luck with the RP

Mass Effect: Brink

You still accepting people?

The War of Galaxies, A Science Fiction Story

@EWillden if you want to add my guy to the team, he is basically a merc with a fancy job title

The War of Galaxies, A Science Fiction Story

@EWillden wow, gonna break my heart

Wastelanders: The Dystopian Convoy

@Eviledd1984 at least 10 000 need to be in Portuguese

Wastelanders: The Dystopian Convoy

@Eviledd1984 at least 50 000 words

The War of Galaxies, A Science Fiction Story

Henry was running through a dark valley, naked and out of breath. Something was chasing him, and it had a lot of friends. He caught only mere glimpses of them, but what he saw terrified him. Their bodies were twisted and misshapen, completely black except for their faces. Their faces, the terrified him.

He ran ass fast as he could, until he tripped over a small rock and landed on his face. He couldn't even shield his face, his arms refused to move for some reason. He turned on his back, and the creatures were on him. They tore into him, ripping apart his flesh, digging their claws in his stomach, chest, arms, legs and groin. He saw the blood fly, the chunks of meat and organ cover him and his assailants. He tries to scream, but nothing comes out.

Its not the pain, or the sight of his flesh being torn apart that make him scream. Its the faces. The faces of the dead. The faces of those he killed.

"Anderson. Yo! Anderson! We're here."

Henry roused himself from his nightmare and looked around. He was in the company car, surrounded by his team. They had arrived at their destination, some mom and pop operation. They owed his employers money, and he was there to collect.

They hopped out the vehicle and head towards the entrance, the lead man kicked in the door, eliciting shouts from the inside. The crew grabbed the family inside and tied them up. Henry walked up to the man of the family, a guy of about middle age, just a normal family man. Poor fucker.

"Mister Torres, you owe my employer a lot of money. We are here to take recompense for what is owed. Your buisness is worthless, as are you. So, we have no use for you other than to send a message. I am going to put a bullet in both your knees, then light this place on fire. Your wife and daughters will be taken and sold to the highest bidder, after they have been trained as good obedient whores. Your sons, we will do the same for a couple of them, one of them will likely end up on a table and have his organs removed, without anesthesia. You brought this on yourself, but you can avoide all this Mister Torres, if you accept my employer deal. So, are you willing to listen?"

Of course he is, they always are. Even if they didn't belive him, it was no matter. He never lied about how he would get the money back. The first few people never took him seriously, but once word got around about what happened to them, people start to listen.

Just another day of buisness.

The World of Blood Compact

@Wraithblade6 he might have had a hand in it, depends if someone paid him