Midnight City Blues

>Azazel: Dance like nobody's watching.

>Hey, where the heck are you anyway?
>Look around.

>Azazel: Run to the north.

Ah yes, your actions! You can do a lot of stuff with your actions. Like talk to people, check for stuff, view your stats and equipment... and that last thing, which you have no idea what it is or what it does and no matter how hard you try you never find out its secrets.
Why not check our goods?

Here we have your inventory. The stuff in blue is your currently equipped items. We have your trusty, trademarked "Ruler-Shank", which is just... a metal ruler you found and sharped on a rock? Well, I guess that's the best you could do. You also have your Ragged Hoodie equipped as your armor. For your non-equipment items you have a Broken Locket, your trusty Playing Card Box which is something you put playing cards in, except you don't have any playing cards. Your Salvaged Metal is your currency and livelyhood, the thing that allows you to put food and water inside of your ever-aching stomach. During today's scavenging you also found a Music Album, some rolled up paper, and a lighter.



You bust a sweet move. You have no idea how to dance.




Hell to the yes. You say to yourself that something good has finally come.


o-oh.




The very notion of continuing on the path you were going down now disgusts you.

Mostly because you have no drugs and were planning on just lighting a piece of paper on fire and smoking that.




We don't need to waste valuable energy looking around, as you've made this map! You bask in your amazing drawing skills and I'm sure our amazing audience does too. Right now you just finished coming back to Home, where you set up camp and sleep and stuff. Directly to the salty is the scavenger yard, where you go to scavenge old metals and stuff to sell in the Town, to the eat. People there are nice enough despite you getting chased out multiple times, but at least two of those times were on them.

The City and Factory are two places you can't go, despite having some amazing looting. The Ruined City has a life-giving river system, but its overrun by a bunch of fucking idiot raiders who dress up like fucking assholes and go around kidnapping people and murdering and raiding


The Factory is the base of the BIGGEST FUCKING SHITHEAD EVER.

He controls an entire army of robotic minions who go around with giant speakers and guns talking about how fucking great he is and playing some shitty fucking nirvana ripoff song that he made because hes a fucking idiot who thinks hes good but fucking isn't

tl;dr fuck that guy

Uh, yeah. Anyways, after an eventual day of scavenging you should probably go and, uh, "blow my fuckin' load" over at the town and trade for some food.

>Azazel: Go, "blow your fuckin' load," over at the town.
>Azazel: Examine broken locket.

Azazel: Elaborate on this shittiest of shitters, the shitlord of shits, THE BIGGEST FUCKING SHITHEAD EVER.

You could never take off your hoodie. It's your most prized possession, your lifeblood giving you comfort in this dark, desolate desert wasteland.

Also it helps your insecurities and provides +15 defense.





You found this locket on one of your first scavenging missions, and have taken it with you ever since. You know its broken because it never opens up, like a locket is supposed to. You've always kept it with you because you know it has a dark and troubled past, with the demons of heaven and hell fighting over it for the true control of the world. Or, more likely, because you know you can scam some guy and say its made of something more expensive than it actually is.




This is CAIN, the scourge of the wasteland. He's turned his factory into a massive city full of robots, and rules over the old residents, driving out their leaders and becoming their new dictator. He rules over them by spamming propaganda with his face and logo smothered all over them, with the robots doing all his dirty work. You refuse to pay tribute, and the Tax Collectors come.



The TAX COLLECTORS are an army of mass produced robots that Cain uses his stand on the factory to create. The majority of them are just normal robots, with gun hands and super strength who travel in gangs. They each have a high-grade speaker built into their bodies, if not their entire bodies with the flying robots up there. They all play Cain's voice, informing everyone in range of the incoming collectors and to get ready to pay, or be killed. These speeches are played along with Cain's album he made specifically to strike fear in the hearts of everyone around via giving them very uncomfortable memories of high school.



The leaders of these gangs are the radiation fueled, bloodstained robotic monsters. Their bloody scythes for hands are complimented by their metal torsos leaking radiation. If their arms don't kill you, you'll be transformed into a radioactive pile of goop just by having it near you. On it's back, there's its own nuclear power generator that powers the robot and constantly shoots up into the sky a pile of bright green smoke, for all to see. The few that have encountered these closely have said that it smells radioactive, like chemicals, the same burning scent that it smelled on the day the world died.



The most fearful sight in the wastes is seeing the giant column of green clouds slowly coming towards you from the horizon line. Hearing the booming sound of Cain's voice over the electric guitars and bass lines, with the scent of radioactive death glowing in the air. Faintly noticing the red dots dotting over the dunes, coming for you.

better hope ya got your money hoe

>Or hide, hiding's pretty good too.

>The Guard: Mentally prepare yourself.

>Guard: Raise your gun menacingly with your mask up, and try to scare her off.

guard: exposition on this shithead with that shit eating grin.