exterminatorx
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I turn and look at Motley and with a whisper growl, "I'm not afraid of that turret. I'll take care it if your gang can clean up the rest of these rascals"
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Not even looking back at Motley, "Esco is my friend."
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I'm not even looking at Preen, ignoring him as I trek towards The Irons, and my intent is to just walk by Preen unless he stops me.
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I kill swagman's motor, and swing out of the roller, hockey stick and big-ass monkey wrench in hand. I've got Chaz' machine pistol tucked into my pants out of sight. I don't really know most of these cowboys, but Chaz told me about them once when …
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Yeah, I seen that silver before. In fact, I was the one that first took all that luxe up to the Irons, and delivered it personally to Esco. It was the day of the party for the grand re-opening of Diamonds after Esco and his boys retook the Irons bac…
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In a remote corner of the junkyard, there's a row of a bunch of old rusted and busted out car husks with nothing else stacked on top. It's where I've planted a few grumps in the past. I turn one of the husks over on its side, dig Chaz a hole, P…
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It's a long haul back to the junkyard, but I know Pops is right. But there's a lot of blood. If Chaz makes to the yard, I wonder if the Fat Man has a sawbonez that can help him...
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(Rolled: 2d6+1. Rolls: 1, 1. Total: 3)
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Chaz don't look good at all, and I don't dare ask Pop what to do, so I avoid looking in the rear mirrors. Esco! He'll know what to do. He's helped me before. Maybe he will again. I make it straight for The Irons. I look over at Chaz and try to s…
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I pop Chaz' Ministry cassette into the tape deck and bury the accelerator, spraying a tail of dirt sand and dust. As the guitar rifts of Jesus Built My Hot Rod fill the roller's cockpit, I reach between the seat and crack open the nitrous tank.
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(Rolled: 2d6+2. Rolls: 3, 6. Total: 11)
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Holding the bus door by the inside handle with one hand and keeping it between me and approaching gang, I grab Chaz' machine pistol and turn and unload a burst into the woman in the bus. Tossing the smoking gun into the sand, I bend down and throw …
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(Rolled: 2d6+1. Rolls: 2, 2. Total: 5)
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I catch my reflection in a bit of chrome exposed in the wreck. Pops? What do we do with that woman? She's looks hurt pretty bad, and those rascals and cowboys are comin' fast. What should I do? [Norman, roll+weird]
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Choose 3: +1 forward to rhyme, and steal 2-barter worth
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(Rolled: 2d6+1. Rolls: 5, 6. Total: 12)
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I get a good grip on the back door of the bus with my hand and wrench with the intention of ripping the whole door off the bus to be used as a shield. [Does this trigger Oh Yeah! again?]
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Whoa, whoa, whoa, Chaz! Lemme goes first, ok?
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I'm sorry, Chaz... I thought we was just rhymin' and stealin'... I look around for the source of the footsteps. At first, I thought it was Chaz, but now I'm not so sure... Chaz, I think we still got some rascally cowboys...
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Busted and bleeding and generally somewhat disoriented, I crawl out of the wrecked bus and stagger to my feet. Things are a bit blurry and I'm not sure if that's my eyes not focusing or just dust or blood smeared on the mask goggles. Chaz? Is that…
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Harm roll on the Seize by Force. On a 7–9, the MC can choose 1 from the list.
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(Rolled: 2d6+1. Rolls: 5, 3. Total: 9)
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GET OUT! I growl at the brown eyes, as I slide into the driver's seat, brace myself, and slam the brakes without warning.
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We exchange harm, and I choose these two from the list: 1. I take definite and undeniable control of it 2. I inflict terrible harm (+1 harm)
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(Rolled: 2d6+2. Rolls: 3, 3. Total: 8)
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Sometimes the mask just takes over and Gigg fades away. He's not even present anymore. Just back in the junkyard to his happy familiar place, letting Pops do the dirty work. Do what must be done. Blood from the cut on my hand is everywhere. It's n…
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(Rolled: 2d6+0. Rolls: 4, 4. Total: 8)
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(Rolled: 2d6+2. Rolls: 2, 5. Total: 9)
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I hear the crack of the rifle's report and feel the slug slam into my back and shoulder, but with the mash-up of old pieces of discarded riot gear and various desert animal pelts sewn together, it just really doesn't hurt. But it does piss me off! …
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(Rolled: 2d6+1. Rolls: 2, 4. Total: 7)