The Road: 2nd Gear

[exalted]

Rip:

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"Does it look like I'm so gear jockey with these nails?" Becky stands with hands on hips as she glares at you.

Spinning on her heel she struts back into the fuselage, returning a few moments later with her gear and scarf wrapped her head while her eyes are shielded by large set of scratched sunglasses.

"Later Loser," She waves and strides off into the waste.

Zero:

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"My time is more important than your excuses," The woman sighs, her attention already back on her clipboard as she follows you out, flanked by two security crazies.

"The Landlord took over management roughly five years ago when she relocated from the Third City." The woman explains with disinterest, "Now what do you have to offer?"

Lilgrunt:

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As you wander into town you see a few kids playing with bits of scrap in the dust, but no seems to pay you much attention. The town seems to focus around the few stones building, one a workshop and the other a general store with a few gas pumps out front. Judging by the deep ruts in the dirt track that leads past the store you guess this town is rest stop for the guild caravans.

You hear the sound of power tools and grinding metal from inside the workshop.

[Riptide]

Rip smiles as he waves Becky off.

"Later babe! Thanks for the sex!"

He gathers his belongings and gets on to his bike. He decides to keep Becky's dildo hose as a way to remember this strange set of events he just went through. He rides off towards Third City, wanting to at least get that Tow Job done on his trip.

[ZeroParadox]

Chance quietly leads the group to his truck and opens the back to reveal a heavy crate. With practiced ease he unlocks the container and lifts the lid to reveal many well packed and sealed bottles of various shape and colour inside. Mild scents from the drinks within tickle the noses of the woman and her guards, giving them subtle hints of the treasures within. Simple hand written labels mark each bottle; names like Whiskey, Bourbon, Rum and Scotch are a few among them.

"It's my understanding the primary drinks in this territory are water, terrible beer and terrible moonshine. So, if you have any questions about these feel free to ask, I helped brew them.", Chance will state candidly.

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Rip:

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You ride for as long as you have the light, passing familiar land marks you haven't seen for years, not since you were forced to flee with Jessi. You try to shake off the bad and haunting memories but soon must stop for the night as road gets too clogged with burnt out wrecks to navigate safely in the dark with only your headlight. Losing a tire out here from jagged piece of scrap could well be a death sentence.

Your dreams are plagued that night as well by the memories of five years ago. When you wake you can see the blackened, rusted edge of the Third Cities walls in the far distance of the horizon. You suddenly here the sound of engines on the wind.

Zero:

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You see one of the crazies eagerly reach for the crate but his hand is swatted quickly by the woman with a riding crop and he promptly falls back into line.

"You say you brewed these... examples?" The woman tuts, leering down her nose still, "Then I suppose you vouch for their qualities?"

She nods to her goons and one picks up the crate while the other grabs you firmly by the shoulders and pushes you after the woman as she struts away.

You're walked around the back of the club, past a fenced off area that reads staff only where an assortment of Crazies with job discriptions tattooed across their chests lounge about on break. A set of double doors is opened and you are marched down into a dark basement.

Judging by the dull, humming roar above you think you are under the main room, though you hear a roaring crowd through the other walls. The room is dark, save from a single light that illuminates a lonely white circle in the centre around which a card table and a few folding chairs are arranged. You see many of the walls are lined with large wooden crates though you can't see what is in them.

The Crazy holding you sits you at the table before stepping back into the darkness. You hear a clinking of glass in the back corner where the other Crazy with your crate went, as the woman sits down adjacent to you at the table, elegantly crossing her legs over the knee. The other Crazy quickly returns, placing a line of shot glasses in front of you which he fills each from a bottle."

[ZeroParadox]

Chance gave a firm nod in the affirmative to the woman's first question and a proud "Yes I will." to her second question. He gives no resistance or trouble as they lead him back into the building. Once he's sat down and the shot glasses are placed and filled with the drinks he looks over to the woman and says, "I take it this is to test the drinks for poisons? I certainly wouldn't be offended if that's the case. Gotta look out for the boss, after all."

If the woman does tell Chance to drink he'll take the shots, testing each drink to make sure they match the flavor he expects even though this will get him drunk.

[lilgrunt1]

I go to the workshop tosee if i can make a deal to get my bike fixed.

[Riptide]

Rip thinks back to his days in Third City. He was a moron back then, thinking he could impress Jessi and be the badass he always dreamed of being. While he is definitely still a moron now, he at least took comfort in knowing that he is a badass now, and he has impressed Jessi, to an extent. The comforting thoughts allow him to drift in to the deepest sleep he's had for a while.

He grabs clutches his shotgun as he hears the sound of engines. He's hoping they are a neutral party at worst, and will only pass him by if they catch wind of him. He stays where he is and waits for further actions to happen.

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Zero:

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After downing all the shots you find yourself somewhat light headed, you senses dulled but not drowned by the alcoholic buzz you feel. All the while the woman continues her smug leer, marking off notes on her clipboard.

Once you finish, you see her signal to a goon who walks out the way you came in, while the other clears the table. Nervous seconds tick by as the woman ignores you, rereading her notes as she flicks through the pages.

Suddenly there a large crashing sound off to the side above you and the far end of the room is illuminated to show a stairway leading up to an open door. You guess from the cacophony of noise that floods down that the stairs lead into the club. Joining the tumbling noise is a bulbous figure that bounces down the stairs and rolls to the bottom. The obese man is dressed in a white jump suit with flares at the legs, encrusted with rhine stones. The man slowly staggers to his feet and you see his gut has burst the front zipper and hangs out, while a garish frizzy black wig sits crooked on his head.

With little ceremony the goon picks him up and plomps him on the third chair at the table.

"Ah, Mr Sivle, so glad you could join us." The woman clucks, putting away her clipboard "It would seem your monopoly of spirits vending to the 'Cum and Go' are at an end. Our new friend here claims to be able to surpass your own product, not that quality means anything to philistines upstairs. But I digress, the 'Cum and Go' only needs one vendor, so who should it be?"

Lilgrunt:

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The workshop smells of grease and burnt metal, lit by a few oil lamp spaced around on worktops or shelves. A burly man stands under a car lift, working on a heavily armoured sedan with guild symbols stencilled on the door. The man's bulky frame is bolstered by the flabby muscle caused by hard labour and poor nutrition. Naked from the waist up, his sun kissed skin is streaked with grime.

You see in a side office a young woman sitting behind a desk flicking through papers, a faded singlet doing little to hide her large endowment.

"What da you want?" The man shouts, noticing you.

Rip:

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The waiting is always the hardest part as seconds seems like minutes and minutes become something worse. You think you've identified the vehicle before you even see it from the noise, years of mechanicing paying off. A V8 on open pipes, loaded down, coming towards you.

Suddenly you see the vehicle through the morning gloom, weaving between the debris on the road, armoured up but with a rear tire of fire. It's not only either, two riders on bikes buzz around it's tail, trying to pick their moment to strike.

The lot buzz right past at speed, you're fairly confident they were too busy to spot you.

[lilgrunt1]

; looked at the girl getting rather wet in my nethers seeing her large bust and beautiful looks made me want to eat her out on that table for free. I fantasized about her for a little bit until I heard the man shout and I looked at him and said,"I need someone to fix my bike or at least be able to use their workshop , is that alright?" I asked .

[ZeroParadox]

Emboldened by the drink Chance speaks with bravado, "Pfft, that's easy. Me! I know how to make more drinks than this lumbering disaster has fingers and toes. By the looks of him he drinks more product than he sells. My drinks aren't watered down with sweat and disappointment either."

He takes a moment to act like he's thinking before taking his shirt off. "I also look much better without a shirt than he does. And, as a bonus!" He unzips his fly and whips his dick out. "I can see my penis. When's the last time you've seen yours?", he demands of the rhinestone disaster.

[Riptide]

Rip sighs in relief as the convoy passes by. He gets up and begins to stretch, before returning to his bike and riding in to Third City.

He hoped he didn't get caught up in to whatever the bikes were doing to that V8. Knowing his luck, he probably would. He could only hope for a smooth job for once in his life.

Before he takes off, he feels for his shotgun on his back for comfort. It's his only true reliable friend around here.

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Lilgrunt:

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The burly mechanic wipes his greasy hands on his pants and strides out from under the car, looking your bike over once.

"Lotta work," he ponders aloud, "And my time's expensive, when you need by? Talk to daughter in office. I busy"

He takes the bike from your hands, lifting it almost effortlessly and leans it against a wall in the back before to returning to the car on the lift.

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"Are you sure? It does look like a penis," The woman quips as she rolls her eyes at your antics, "Only smaller."

Her chair squeaks as she pushes back to stand up, disappearing into the black void of the dark.

"Have you ever heard of the ancient hero Jim Bowie?" She asked, "I wouldn't think so, he was off a time even before the time before ours, but I digress. You see the man was famous for fighting, when another man accused him of cheating he would stand up, walk into another room and kick the furniture to the side. Then, in the middle of the room, he would throw his knife, whoever walked out was the winner. Now you might be wondering why I am saying this and really it is just a distraction to keep you occupied while I leave. I shall discuss terms with winner."

You see the door to the club open briefly, silhouetting the woman as she nimbly climbs the stair and exits.

A sudden thud on the table demands you attention and you see a large bowie knife sticking out of the table, tossed there by the goon. Looking at Sivle you notice the fog clouding his eyes rapidly clearing as he realizes the situation.

Rip:

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It takes only a little time to pack up your camp and get back on the road. Taking it slow in the hopes of avoiding the chase you find it easy to spot the evidence of the carnage. Fresh scrapes and shifted wrecks show the path the armoured brute forced it's way through, a scattering of burning rubber followed by new gouges in the asphalt identify where the rear tire finally blew and left only the steel rim.

Following the weaving scratches, you see the upturned car on it's roof off to the side of the road in the distance, still burning. The two bikes are parked up nearby though you can't see any movement.

[ZeroParadox]

Being used to situations like this whilst intoxicated Chance does the only logical thing; he ends it as quickly as possible. He'll snatch the knife from the table and utilize any dirty tactic available to end the disgusting example of a man as quickly as he can. No theatrics, speeches or anything... at least until Sivle is dead.

[Riptide]

Rip holds back and watches the scene, not wanting to get directly involved. He clutches his shotgun in his hands just in case he has to deal with some hostiles. He feels bad for whoever is in the car, but knows that rescuing him or her is likely not worthwhile. Especially after the whole debacle with Becky only led to some sex and nothing else. That said, it was some damn crazy good sex, but not the cash he was hoping for.

[lilgrunt1]

I walk into the office and sit down "Excuse me ma'am , I was told to talk to you," I said looking her in the eyes

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Zero:

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Sivle dives for the knife at the same time as you but you just manage to grab the handle before he does. Desperate, the man grabs you hands as you try to pull the knife free of the table and wrestle it from your grasp. Sweating and cursing, you manage to wrench your hands free of his, taking the knife with you.

Despite his bulk, Sivle nimbly ducks your first few slashes but can't get close enough to land his own blows. Snarling, he lunges, hands seeking your neck to choke the life from you but manage to get the knife in the way and stab it through his forearm. Sivle, screams in pain and stagger back into the shadows surrounding the circle of light you stand in.

Rip:

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Waiting for several minutes shows no sign of the life this side of the wreck. As the wind blows you think you catch glimpses of pained moans and groans on it from behind the wreck somewhere.

Lilgrunt:

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"About?" the busty broad curls her lip as you take a seat opposite her.

It's hard to tell her exact age due to the sun damage and grime on her skin, but she is young. She stands up, closing a folder filled with paper and turns around to file it the high shelf behind her. She has to stretch up on her tip toes to reach it, giving you a perfect view of the plump ass that practically hangs out of her daisy duke shorts.

Looking down you notice a tent forming at your crotch.

[ZeroParadox]

Chance will immediately follow his example and duck into the shadows on the side opposite from Sivle. While in the dark Chance will use anything handy to dull any shine the knife may have to prevent it from reflecting light. Then, he waits quietly, listening for the noise of his gaudy outfit or smelling his sweaty scent.

[lilgrunt1]

I stare at her ass with hungry eyes ,surprised by the tent due to her not having a phallus,"Well about my bike it needs repairing but I hope we can get a drink."

[Riptide]

Rip rolls his eyes and sighs as he makes his way towards the wreck. He knew it wasn't a good idea, but his curiosity got the best of him. He pointed his shotgun towards the wreck as approached it and peeked in to whatever was going on.

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Zero:

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You duck into the shadows but can't find anything to dull the knife. Suddenly a crate comes flying though the dark at you, the surprise catching you off guard and stumbling you back but not causing any real harm. Charging in the direction the crate came from you see the shadowed void of a person and thrust the knife into it's core. The knife handle jars in you hand as the blade scrapes rib before pushing through as you hear a wet sucking sound and warm sticky liquid coats your hands.

Rip:

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You edge closer, shotgun shoulders and at the ready, controlling your breathing with each step.

The first thing you notice is the bloody mess the dangles out of one the upside windows of the car, a poor soul who didn't get thrown all the way out when the vehicle flipped. The deep gouges and scratches on the panel work of the car would suggest it skid on it's side for a time and you hope it was at least quick for this one unfortunate.

As you near the bikes you see they are in rough shape, dented and dinged but still functional and weighed down with camping gear.

The moans and groans grow only louder as you near the car, coming from the far side that is blocked from your view, intermingled with the occasional laugh. Peering around through the black acrid smoke that wisps up from the wreck you see three men. Two are crouched over another figure sprawled in the dust, there pants down while one bucks his hips against whatever they have. The third is sprawled in the dust a few feet from the drivers door, multiple steel shafts pincushioning his body.

Lilgrunt:

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"Gonna have to try better than that, Sugar." The girl replies over her shoulder snarkly, not bothering to look at you, "I aint some two-bit whore for some wasteland trash to drool over. You want work done, fine, but the Guild pays well for our time so you're going to have to pay more."

You feel the tent in your pants to continue to grow when suddenly it pops out, Adam, his tendril body twisted into a rigid phallus shape. He looks at the girl then back to you several times before nodding his head, straining himself in her direction. Outside in the workshop you hear the angle grinder spark up again, drowning the area in the sound of spinning and grinding metal.