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Post by Basil on Sept 6, 2010 16:27:30 GMT -5
"Well, if you insist", said the Tourist before grabbing his own weapon: an old pump action shotgun, and climbed into his Lada. He turned the key in the ignition and set off after Russische, all the while chomping on the bonnet-roasted kangaroo meat.
The old Lada lurched off down the battered road, following the UAZ in front of it. Every now and then the motor would hiccup and a small spurt of flame would come from the exhaust pipe. A hapless gerbil was ruthlessly crushed by the Niva as it forged onward.
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Post by Διμι on Sept 6, 2010 16:41:10 GMT -5
Russische's car plowed forward, stirring up the scorching hot dust sitting on the road and throwing it up in a giant plume behind it. The Russian did not in the least envy the man driving behind him.
As the Tourist had stated, the abandoned gas station came into view within several minutes of their drive. Then it became apparent that the three drivers weren't the only one interested in the gasoline.
A massive, armored URAL 375/4320 truck, bedecked in spikes, huge armored plates, and a massive gas canister in tow, stood by the station. A huge hose was plunged into the reservoir, siphoning the remains of the petrol within. Four buggies circled the area, patrolling for any intruders so the outlaws could make their getaway.
The ferals were ever vigilant of their domain, and were now rushing out in droves of dozens, swarming amongst the invaders and attempting to get into the armored cars. The hose was quickly retracted as the swarm set in on the URAL, and the truck's engine started. The enormous vehicle smashed its way through the crowd with the ease of an angry rhino and quickly pulled out onto the highway. Three of the buggies managed to do the same.
The fourth never made it, overburdened by its underage load, it could not move. The feral children went to work with the proficiency of an oversized can opener, and blood and entrails quickly poured from the confines of the vehicle seconds later.
"Well, holy shit." Russische muttered, eying the swarm blanketing the road before them as it suddenly turned away from the destroyed vehicle to apprehend their new quarry.
The Russian tightened his grip on the belt as his foot slammed down on the gas pedal.
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Post by Basil on Sept 6, 2010 16:55:13 GMT -5
The Tourist stared wide-eyed as Russische sped forward towards the gas sation. He had not known there were THAT many feral children there, and the sheer size of their horde was intimidating.
The Tourist also needed gas however, and the lust for black gold was stornger than any fear occasioned by a bunch of unwashed and bloodthirsty kids. The Tourist drew his second weapon, an APS Stechkin, and sped after Russische.
"C'mon you orphaned swine!", he yelled as the children slammed into his car, getting flattened under the Niva's wheels. The Stechkin chattered, sending bullets flying and killing a few more ragamuffins. "How's that for child care, fuckers?!"
The Niva soon got a new, free red paintjob as blood and guts splattered onto the bumper, bonnet and windshield. The latter became problematic as it limited visibility, and the Tourist was forced to grab a disemboweled child and wipe the blood off his windshield with the little scum's 1980's style perm.
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Post by Διμι on Sept 6, 2010 17:12:29 GMT -5
The belt swung out of the UAZ's window, mauling, maiming, and decapitating whatever small offenders the car had not yet flattened. Out of the corner of his eye, Russische saw the Tourist draw an APS pistol and fire at the crowd. Not a wise decision in a gas station.
Russische was about to shout the man a warning when his worst fears actualized themselves. A single stray round found its way to the still opened reservoir, igniting the gas. The flames traveled down into the storage tanks in the space of less than two seconds, and ignited whatever considerable amount of refined petrol that remained there.
The ground shook with the force of the explosion as a fireball rose out of the center of the station, consuming the part of the swarm in reach. The shockwave swept across the area, sending a cloud of ash and human remains into the sky as the remains of the station's inhabitants were obliterated.
Russische and the Tourist's cars were picked up into the air and thrown mightily by the force of the explosion. The UAZ and Niva were sent rolling along the road. The white jeep eventually came to a stop, miraculously, on its wheels. Russiche's own vehicle now lay on its side, its reinforced frame heavily battered.
Sputtering curses, the Russian climbed out of the car. Tiny burning human remains and chunks of the station's interior were scattered all over the area. Russische unhooked the front winch and brought it around through the interior of his car, securing it to a piece of steel rebar embedded in a massive chunk of concrete wall. Several seconds later, the jeep was back upright.
"So much for free gas," he muttered, eying the carnage they had caused "looks like the outlaws took all the rest. We'll have to go after them if we you don't want everyone sharing your booze-guzzler." he nodded to the Tourist.
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Post by Zeno, Lord Camelith on Sept 6, 2010 22:52:06 GMT -5
Character name(s): Bruce and Daryll
Vehicle: Zaporozhets 968-M with faded tan paint job and the word "Vindicator" scrawled across the sides in red. The windows were stolen and cut down from a military transport and the hood and doors are plated with 1/4" thick sheet steel. A circular hole has been made in the roof of the car, above the passenger seat, attached to a rotating mount on said hole is a KORD 12.7x108mm machine gun.
A massive firey explosion a few miles up the road broke Bruce from the stupor he had fallen into. Reaching over to the passenger seat and shaking Daryll awake, "Isn't the Feral's gas station up there?"
Daryll pushed his cowboy hat out of his face and swore violently in his thick Texan accent. "Shit. That's the only gas fer at least three hundred miles."
"Lets go check it out."
Starting the car and pulling out into the road, the Zaporozhets sped down the dusty highway and towards the plume of oily black smoke.
The remains of the station slowly appeared ahead of them. Two cars were still at the site of the explosion, and bits of pinkish material were spread about the ground. "Get on the turret and get ready to start shooting if we need to." Bruce said. Daryll stood up on his seat and prepped the machine gun. "If you start shootin' you better catch that brass or there'll be hell to pay." Bruce shouted up at the Texan. "Yeah I know," he shouted back, "don't get yer panties in a bunch."
As they pulled up to the ruins of the gas station, Bruce identified the pinkish material as human body parts. As he pulled up next to the two other cars, he heard Daryll shout, "Would either of you fellers be kind enough to explain just what in the blazes happened here?"
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Post by Διμι on Sept 6, 2010 23:10:48 GMT -5
Russische leaned back from behind his propped and loaded PTRS-41 rifle to look over the newcomers. They were two men of a certainly less-than-Soviet origin in an old, but heavily fortified ZAZ 968 with a massive machinegun attached to its roof.
"Oi!" he said "sorry about that. We had a little run in with the ferals and the outlaws. Sadly the ferals didn't make it out, and the outlaws got away with all the gas." He looked down the road at the slowly fading cloud of dust the URAL and the three remaining buggies had stirred as they had driven away.
"They can't have gotten far though," he shouted, turning to the Tourist, who was recovering in his own vehicle. "That URAL won't top out over eighty. Let's get moving if we ever want to catch up with them and see civilization again!"
The UAZ's engine roared to life, and Russische stepped on it. The car shot off after the outlaws. Looking in the rear view mirror, Russische could see the ZAZ, Niva, and Pontiac start forward after as well.
The bandits didn't have a chance.
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Post by Zeno, Lord Camelith on Sept 7, 2010 0:15:54 GMT -5
Falling into formation with the three other vehicles, they sped off towards the dust plume left by the escaping bandits.
Before long, the back of the truck became visible, as well as the small forms of the remaining buggies. Bruce herd a loud metalic sliding noise over the roars of the engines as Daryll cocked the KORD.
A minute later, the Zaporozhets shook and the earsplitting sound of the KORD rang out across the wasteland.
The buggy at the rear took a hail of .50 caliber rounds, one of them striking the driver. The buggy sped out of control, flipped over onto its side, slid off the road, then exploded violently. "WOOOH WEE!" Came a shout from the turret, "How's that for some Frontier justice?!"
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Post by Διμι on Sept 7, 2010 2:17:33 GMT -5
Russische laughed as the KORD on the roof of the Zaporozhets made short work of one of the three buggies. Jerking the wheel to the right, the Russian pulled off after one of the remaining buggies, which had scattered off-road to distract the attackers.
It was evident that the smaller craft was faster, lighter, and more maneuverable than the UAZ. Whoever was driving it gave Russische no chance to get up close and put a bullet in the driver's head with his S&W handgun. Time for the unconventional, thought Schweine.
He jerked the wheel roughly again, a bit to the left, and more forcefully to the right. The UAZ spun on the muddy off-road terrain, eventually righting itself at 180 degrees. Russische jammed down on the handbrake, and the jeep skidded to a halt, its rear door facing the retreating buggy.
Russische calmly walked out of the car, and opened the rear door. He took a woolen blanket cover off of a ridiculously large case lying inside, near a Maxim machine gun bolted to the ground. Propping the case open, the Russian revealed a huge, 90 pound .950 JDJ rifle, with a stock made in blue marble, and a barrel well over a meter long. He took the gun, and, with a superhuman effort, dumped it down onto the roof of the jeep. After climbing up himself, he propped the weapon up on its bipod and loaded an inch-diameter 230 gram cartridge into the bolt action magazine.
Calmly, he took aim at the slowly fading buggy and fired.
The tiny craft exploded in a burst of flames as the round turned its engine into the equivalent of metal mashed potatoes. Contentedly, Russische packed the rifle away back into its case, got back into the car, and sped off to rejoin his comrades.
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Post by Karcentric on Sept 7, 2010 3:18:59 GMT -5
Chain pulled out from the formation, aimed his old revolver at where he guessed the wheels of the buggy on the left was. The first shot missed by a wide margin, the second shot skated harmlessly of an armored panel. Pulling the trigger again he felt no recoil, looking at the chamber he noticed that it was empty. Chucking it on the passenger seat he reached into the backseat rummaging about until he felt his trusty old sawn-off. Checking that it was loaded he pointed back at the buggy and fired, the back right wheel of the buggy exploded out as the buckshot tore it to shreds. Braking hard to stop a collision with the buggy as it lost traction and began barrel rolling along side the truck.
Skidding towards the wreck he braced for impact as a torrent of smoke came off the tires. Bumping into the wreck at around 20. The other three cars shot past in pursuit of the truck. Reaching into the back of the car he pulled out a battered old bolt action 303, checking the magazine he clicked it back in and resting it in the passenger foot well before jamming the shifter into reverse he turned the wheel to the left hard performing a J-turn before taking off after the truck and the promise of a full tank of gas.
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Post by Basil on Sept 8, 2010 5:26:28 GMT -5
The Tourist followed the others and watched them as they finished off the buggies. Strangely, he felt no shame for blowing up the gas station earlier on, for what would life be like without explosions?
As the last buggy got blasted by the Pontiac driver, the Tourist sped on after the gas truck and arriving next to the driver's compartment. The Tourist quickly rooted around at the foot of the passenger seat of his Lada before grabbing a harpoon gun and aiming it at the truck's driver.
"Pull over, mate, lest you go the way of several hundred fishies back in the day the ocean wasn't a death trap filled with giant sharks and carnivorous manta rays."
Evidently, the driver did not cooperate, and proceeded to swerve sideways and slam into the Tourist's Niva. The Tourist was forced into evasive manoeuvres, leaving the road as he did so and careening into the desert, killing another kangaroo in the process.
"Just you wait, you cheap fucker!", he swore, driving up to the front of the truck again, his harpoon gun at the ready.
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Post by Zeno, Lord Camelith on Sept 19, 2010 1:37:57 GMT -5
Bruce pulled the Zaporozhets up beside the URAL, and slapped Daryll on the knee. "Jump onto that bugger and see if you can get into the cabin!"
"Got it!" Daryll said, pulling his Colt Peacemaker from it's holster and climbing up onto the roof of the Zaporozhets. Standing shakily on the roof of the car Daryll leaped onto the gas canister, grabbed hold of the ladder on its back and hauled himself on top of it.
Once he reached the front of the container, he climbed carefully down and climbed across the side of the URAL using the spikes to support himself.
Pointing his revolver into the cab through the passenger window, he blindly fired three shots.
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Post by Διμι on Sept 19, 2010 1:58:02 GMT -5
Pulling up on the right of the speeding URAL, the UAZ's windshield was spattered with copious amounts of blood that suddenly spurted out of the side window as it broke. The URAL swerved back and forth before righting itself again. As Russische's jeep evened up to the cab, he could see one of the newcomers now behind the wheel.
"Hell yeah, mission accomplished!" he yelled. With satisfaction, he could see the smoking hulks of the destroyed buggies growing smaller and smaller behind them.
Then, he noticed something else.
Russische's gaze inadvertendly skirted the forest in the distance, a mile or two away from the road they were traveling down. The trees nearing its edge were quivering violently before being torn down altogether. A haze of dust and flying wood chips could be seen in the distance. In seconds, the treeline burst apart as the Attractor blundered out into the open.
"Fuck! That thing just doesn't give up, does it?" Russische muttered. He waved to Daryll in the cab of the URAL, pointing at the monster now slowly making its way across the rough terrain of the field in the distance. Soon it would get on the freeway, and although the smaller cars might get away, the URAL stood no chance of outrunning it.
Russische pulled over close to the URAL before locking down the steering wheel and placing an ammo box on the gas. Then he reached back and pulled nearly a dozen empty gas canisters from the back of the UAZ. Nonchalantly, he threw the containers through the broken window of the truck and climbed over himself. Getting up on the roof of the URAL, he stepped over to a hatch and pulled it open, revealing the gasoline within.
In minutes, he had filled all of the massive canisters and begun the laborious task of throwing them on the top rack of the speeding UAZ alongside the truck. Having collected all of the gas he had needed, he jumped back onto the Soviet jeep, and climbed inside.
Behind them, the Attractor was less than half a kilometer from the highway. "I'd grab the gas and ditch that damn thing if I were you!" he yelled over to Daryll. "Sure it's big, but that damn tractor will turn it into scrap metal."
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Post by Basil on Oct 6, 2010 7:09:40 GMT -5
The Tourist's heart sank as soon as he saw the monstrous machine appear on the horizon. The mechanical behemoth thundered forth, heading straight towards there position on the battered highway.
"For fuck's sake", he muttered. Speed was of the essence.
The Tourist gave the immobilised fuel truck a regretful glance before dashing to his Niva, wrenching the door open and hurling himself into the driver's seat, slamming the battered door behind him.
"C'mon you old whore", he said as he turned on the ignition. The car's old motor rumbled to life, and finally the entire vehicle lurched forward as the Tourist went into first gear and sped off, switching into second after a few metres, sending the old Russian 4x4 speeding off down the highway.
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Post by Karcentric on Oct 6, 2010 10:34:23 GMT -5
Chain only managed to fill two spare tanks before securing them in the boot of his car and speeding off after the others watching in his rear vision mirror as the giant tractor continued to bear down on the group. As he caught up to the Niva he shouted to the driver.
"What the fucking hell is that thing?" Chain shouted before a massive fire ball filled the rear vision mirror with the giant machine speeding out of the carnage it had just created, fire and smoke trailing in it's wake.
"We need to drop that bitch from great height or off a cliff." Chain continued checking behind to make sure the tractor hadn't suddenly gained on them.
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Post by Zeno, Lord Camelith on Nov 1, 2010 0:14:47 GMT -5
Locking the steering wheel of the truck in place. Daryll climbed back out onto the gas canister.
Filling up the two large gas cans, Daryll tossed them into the Zaporozhets through the turret hatch. "I'd say it's about time we get the hell out of Dodge." He shouted at the others, then threw himself onto the car.
"Lets get the fuck out of here and see if we can help Russky over there draw that monster away." He said to Bruce as he loaded a fresh chain of 12.7mm ammo into the massive KORD.
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