Finalius
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Post by Finalius on Oct 20, 2016 0:47:52 GMT
You remember that the meat vendor back in Amberton said that they were bottle caps "from sodas and shit."
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Post by Sharkalien on Oct 20, 2016 0:54:03 GMT
>You know that, but does she know that you know that? Look in a mirror, Blue, you can play dumb
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Finalius
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Post by Finalius on Oct 20, 2016 21:24:19 GMT
>You know that, but does she know that you know that? Look in a mirror, Blue, you can play dumb That's right; you might be able to play the sympathy card. You prepare to start guilting her, but before you can say anything, she picks up the still-wailing Sasha by her cage.
"What the hell is this? "That's Sasha." "I don't give a fuck what its name is, I'm asking why you have a baby," she says. "Actually, you know what? Not gonna go there. Just give me the bag." You hand her the bag. She rifles through it. "Fucking baby food? All you have is baby food? Do you even have a weapon?" "I had a knife,but I think I dropped it on the way up. Can you please just let me go? I'm new to the wasteland," you say, tugging pointedly at your jumpsuit. "I'm just-" "If I shot you right now," she says, raising her gun at you. "I'd be doing you a favor." She lowers it again. "But I'm not very charitable. Keep your bag, and your baby; I'm out of here." She leaves the room.
Oh. Maybe your patheticness is just that apparent. This leaves you feeling worse about your situation.
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Post by Sharkalien on Oct 20, 2016 23:04:30 GMT
>Go after her and ask if she knows where Broken Heart is
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Finalius
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Post by Finalius on Oct 23, 2016 3:30:49 GMT
>Go after her and ask if she knows where Broken Heart is You pick up your bag and Sasha and run after the stranger.
"I need to get to Broken Heart," you say. "Ha. Right across the river. Ya can't miss it," she replies, opening the first door in the hallway. It's an old bathroom, and it smells almost as bad as the rat pit. "You make it sound like it's not that easy." "That's 'cause it's not. The bridges are out, and the river is hot with rads and filled with mirelurks." She takes some soap from a cabinet and puts it in her bag. You hang your head. "Sasha's aunt is down there." "Well then, I guess Sasha is S.O.L." She lifts the lid off the back of the toilet and shines a tiny flashlight inside. "Speak of the little devil, aren't you gonna let her out? She's really freaking out in there." "I need the key."
She lowers the toilet lid and sighs, then digs around in her bag before pulling a pair of wire cutters from it.
You're genuinely surprised, but you take them. "You're an awfully nice mugger." "If you're gonna be following me, I'd rather you do it without a crying baby."
You cut through the cage as fast as you can. When you lift up the cut portion, you gasp. Sasha's arm is broken.
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Post by SinkingSailor on Oct 23, 2016 3:41:18 GMT
>Ask the stranger what to do.
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Finalius
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Post by Finalius on Oct 24, 2016 2:06:24 GMT
>Ask the stranger what to do. "What do I do?" The words tumble from your mouth. "You don't cross it, if you know what's good for you," she says. "Just stay up north of the city, where you're safe." You shake your head "No... She-... Her arm is broken." "Ho-lee-shit." The stranger leans over the cage. "Quick, give me my cutters."
Confused, you hand over the wire cutters.
"So long," she says, putting the cutters in her bag and turning the corner. "Wait! Can't you help me? She needs a doctor, and I don't know any of the towns around here except Amberton, and that's gone now!" "Follow the road to the west. It'll take you to Mossy Oaks," she says, crossing the plank over the hole. "That's where I'm going, only I'll be there long before you are, since I won't be carrying a fucking baby!"
She disappears into the dark.
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Post by SinkingSailor on Oct 24, 2016 18:30:07 GMT
better follow her.
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Finalius
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Post by Finalius on Oct 26, 2016 1:56:55 GMT
You slump up against the wall and slide to the floor. You know where you need to go now, but you're so tired, and you wonder if you'd even be able to make it to the town. Your injured limbs are screaming at you. What if you drop Sasha on the way there? This would all be so much easier without Sasha, you think. You have to shake the despair out of your head; it's taking you to dark places. So what can you do? Well, with two injured arms, you could hardly carry her all the way there, especially not in her cage. That means taking her out and putting her back in the bag. She'd be in ungodly pain the whole time. You could try to look around the place for a stimpak, but you don't want her arm to heal the wrong way. However, you could use the stimpak on yourself and be able to carry her safely all the way to the town. Meanwhile, though, while you looked for the stimpak, she'd be lying in the cage, in pain. And what if there weren't even any stimpaks left? That stranger with the rotting face probably combed through the place pretty carefully.
You rack your brain for solutions, for a course of action that won't wind up hurting Sasha more than she's already been hurt.
Update! Adding art, post by post.
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Post by Sharkalien on Oct 28, 2016 18:44:36 GMT
>Hope to Glob you find a stimpak quick
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Finalius
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Post by Finalius on Oct 28, 2016 23:49:48 GMT
>Hope to Glob you find a stimpak quick If there's any chance of there being a stimpak here, you've got to try to find it. After rising from your slump against the wall, you cross the board and go into the first room in the hallway on your left. This room was locked previously, so Hazel must have broken into it.
Newspaper is strewn all across the floor here, along with some old soda bottles and a broom. On the western wall stands an iron shelf filled with coffee tins, yarn, some beakers, an oven mitt, a hammer, a screwdriver and a couple boxes. You rummage through the boxes, which yield a match box, some silverware, a plate and a cup. You count three matches inside the matchbox, then put it in your bag. You have to be thorough, so you check the coffee tins. One of them has a tube of glue in it and another has a fist-sized burlap sack filled with an oddly pungent powder. You put the burlap sack in your bag for someone more savvy to look at it for you later. Deciding that the room holds no stimpaks, you limp to the next room over.
The cold teeth of anxiety bite into you again as you start to lose hope of there being any stimpaks down here. This was the room that the man was in earlier, carving up the rat. The carcass lays on the coffee table before you now. The last time you were in here, you were in a bit of a hurry, so there is a small chance of you having missed a stimpak. The orange glow that lights the room is coming from a light bulb on the floor, resting in an upturned socket. The chord from the socket stretches a foot or so to the western wall, where it's plugged in. Some pages filled with messy handwriting, along with a heavily chewed pencil, litter the floor next to the socket. Looks like the guy liked to write.
There's two notable piles of junk in the northeastern and southwestern corners of the room. There's some stuff all over the floor too: mostly tin cans and charred books.
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Post by Sharkalien on Oct 28, 2016 23:55:53 GMT
>Read one of the pages
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Finalius
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Post by Finalius on Oct 29, 2016 0:15:53 GMT
"and then Triss really dug into Jessie, but I got it all sorted out. I still have the powder in the closet, if it ever gets really out of hand. Fed them a squirrel, some lizards, some cans of cram I got from the shack up north..." He goes on about all the things he’s fed them for the rest of the page.
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Post by Sharkalien on Oct 29, 2016 0:19:05 GMT
>Is the burlap sack full of rat poison?
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Finalius
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Post by Finalius on Oct 29, 2016 0:31:15 GMT
>Is the burlap sack full of rat poison? You open the sack and lightly sniff its contents. It doesn't smell like poison, but you're not exactly a connoisseur.
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Post by Sharkalien on Oct 29, 2016 0:52:06 GMT
>Check southwestern junk pile
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Finalius
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Post by Finalius on Oct 29, 2016 1:45:30 GMT
>Check southwestern junk pile You put the sack back in your bag and start sifting through the junk pile closest to you. It contains a pack of gum, which you take, a radio with a broken dial, which you push aside, a couple of writing utensils, crumpled papers, a stopwatch and a hairdryer.
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Post by Sharkalien on Oct 29, 2016 1:50:39 GMT
>Take the stopwatch and hairdryer. Maybe you can sell them
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Finalius
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Post by Finalius on Oct 29, 2016 2:21:22 GMT
>Take the stopwatch and hairdryer. Maybe you can sell them Good idea. You put the stopwatch and hairdryer in your bag.
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Post by Sharkalien on Oct 29, 2016 2:23:22 GMT
>If there aren't any stimpaks in the northeastern junk pile, then you'll just have to muscle through the pain
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Finalius
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Post by Finalius on Oct 29, 2016 3:00:46 GMT
>If there aren't any stimpaks in the northeastern junk pile, then you'll just have to muscle through the pain The final junk pile contains a bottle of beer, which you put in your bag, a broken lamp, a garden gnome's head, some tin foil and a white metal box. The box is is as long as your forearm and half as wide, and has the words "Bad for moleys!" etched on the top. It's stuck shut.
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Post by SinkingSailor on Oct 29, 2016 5:07:57 GMT
you'll have to force it open somehow. try using the broken lamp as some kind of crowbar and try to pry it open.
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Post by Poligrizolph on Oct 29, 2016 22:23:31 GMT
> Don't open it. It's probably mole poison.
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Finalius
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Post by Finalius on Oct 29, 2016 22:34:22 GMT
you'll have to force it open somehow. try using the broken lamp as some kind of crowbar and try to pry it open. There's no good way to get much leverage between the top and bottom of the box with the lamp. Instead, you bash the lamp's base against the box. The box breaks into two halves after seven or eight hits, its contents popping out. On the ground now lay a bottle of pills and a hypodermic needle. The needle is strapped to two tiny canisters, and a tube runs from one canister, through the tip of the needle and back into the other end of the same canister. This doesn't look like any stimpak you've seen, but you suppose that, with so few resources, people have to make things differently out here.
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Post by Poligrizolph on Oct 29, 2016 23:27:45 GMT
> Examine pill bottle.
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