SilentW
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Whoo. I get downed by work for a few days and this goes nuclear. Moving on. I think Cache knows Sweet 'n Sour better - ze knows that Sweet might not be evil, but he has an over-committed sense of responsibility and a desperate need to blame someon…
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I'm still reveling in the kill. A hot wave goes through my body, making me weak at the knees, vibrating like a string. I'm staring up through the skylight, squinting into the red sun, and I can feel my skull pulsing, little electric fires on the lef…
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((Seize by Force or just roll Harm?))
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Yeah, that's right. I missed it. You definitely chopped the shit outta someone, Pickles. I look him up and down, keep my arms loose. And got away clean, too. I see not everyone else did. I cast my eyes around the gang, count how many are limping, ho…
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Good on ye, Shedd. I put my head between my knees head, trying to stop the leaking feeling behind my left eye. Her words gradually register. Pickles. It's his fucking fault we were there at all. Going to have to deal with that. I spit again. I'm fee…
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The Breeze blew me dreams, yes. I'm floating on the centerline of a dark path, heading farther than I can see. Buildings rise on both side, jagged and framed with Neon. Figures walk jerkily by on all sides, coal-eyed and clothed in ripped meat, the…
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... And that's the moment I come through that door, kicking it open. Violence beats fear. The expanse takes me aback, briefly. The sky! Sweet fucking neon, the sky is HUGE, scowling down at my like an angry bruise. But, of course, this is no time to…
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Take your best shot, we wouldn't be here if we couldn't take a bullet or fifty.
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Fuck no, I've never thrown anyone off here. I do my dirty work myself, and the sky... scares me. I don't like being on the tallest thing around - reminds me of something we saw once, riding around out in the Wilds - Lightning Rod, Shedd called it, s…
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I step right up to her, and lean in to her, close. If she pulls away, so much the better. This isn't a war, little one, but if you keep fucking with us like that, I'll serve you what you're buying. I straighten up and walk back to Shedd, and give it…
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I see. Upon careful consideration, we have decided that a career with AMC may not be the best choice for you at this point in time. We do, however, welcome you to express your freedom in the direction of any outmaulers you happen to encounter caus…
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beating them half to death, non-consensually < Insert discussion here about the nature of consent in highly violent BDSM scenes, and whether it's even possible to meaningfully consent to, for example, having your finger broken > (My orig…
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Well, when you were asking around for a security detail, we were out in the tunnels, running down rats and salvage, carting bodies away, and being free. The Violence Kings like leaving the Maul - nothing gets the blood pumping like the threat of you…
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Oh, well if it comes to a gang fight... I think that the Violence Kings, as befits their name, have the upper hand - 3harm, gang, small, savage, 2armor. Yikes. BLOCK WAR!
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Really? Sweety? Eat razors, you candy-lipped whore. I twitch, violently. That's all the warning she's going to get. Going Aggro. (Rolled: 2d6+2. Rolls: 1, 3. Total: 6)
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Of course. I keep the shark-smile frozen on my mouth. Hi there, short stuff. I drop my head, peering out at her with my bad eye, hooded. We're just passing through. I jab my finger at her, then point to the side. Away. I'm not going to wait more tha…
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(( 8 - Pick 2 - Fade the Line, Spread the Net )) Where... where do you hide, little broken one? Where do you crawl away to? I jump. The Neon is whispering to me again, and I unfocus my eyes, tracking movement, not people... and there! The trapdoor o…
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(Rolled: 2d6+2. Rolls: 2, 4. Total: 8)
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We're making this happen, the Violence Kings are. We file in, unnoticed due to the lights, the sound, the scent... sex is in the air, hot and throbbing, making your clothes itchy and uncomfortable. I wrap my hand around the butt of my Magnum, kneadi…
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At this point I'm more than a little pissed, but we've done work. "Fuck it. Let's go in force. Keep an eye out, we'll either hunt this Cache down inside or in the afterward." I grin, wide, like a shark. "You will be the cover. Pickles and I will be …
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Valdis (Alan) emailed me yesterday, he's had a family emergency. He hopes to post soon, but just to make things sync up, Ben, I'd like to skip you ahead to the AMC show aftermath. Yeah, let's do that - can't really find someone when everybody you'…
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His yelling when he got here probably brought most of the gang around. Slice, Chovie, Shake, Bacon and some others are half-watching. Stick is crouched under a table nearby, and he looks like he's giggling quietly. Sick fucker. I keep my cleaver out…
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Yeah, I won't push Velcro. Yet. I'm gonna give him my death-eye and leave without saying anything. That cocksucker is out of line, he doesn't just get to push me off after what I did for him. But I'll collect later. I crack my good eye open from wh…
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Hi, I'm still here. I dunno about Valdis, he seems to have fallen off the face of the Earth. If it works better we, can skip my next scene to during or after the (totally sick-nasty) show. I could find Pickles before it, too. That's a beating offens…
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As we walk over I'm not talking much. I'm thinking - Big Mac, big man around the Maul. He's not special, though. He's got something inside him that the Breeze is holding on to, something it tugs when it wants him to dance, like we all do. I'm kicki…
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I keep looking away. Fuckin' hell. I slowly draw my Magnum and aim it high, away at the ceiling, looking down the sight, centering myself with the precisely aligned glowing bars. I feel my anger deflating, washing away. I dangle the Magnum at my sid…
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(Rolled: 2d6+1 . Rolls: 2, 3. Total: 6)
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I stretch, swiping my hand across the good side of my face, and examine my (dirty, gnawed, broken) nails. I'm feeling hot and scratchy on the inside. Last night's dreams were loud and thick, streets alive with neon, men of red-eyed chrome, me bleedi…
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Oh, I sleep alone. I have to. Too much twitching, too many colors, and if someone else was in here I'd hear them breathing. Breathing is an ugly sound. My gang crashes around the Sbarro, an area about 2 store-fronts wide that we've strung with camo …
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I am not yet up. My brain is fizzing and buzzing, and the colors are playing all over the inside of the old oven. I am staring at the ceiling, 6 inches from my nose, focusing my eyes on the darkness, WILLING the colors to calm the fuck down and stop…