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"Yeah...", Manny pauses as he waits for prepayment to make the conversation.

Manny goes back to ordering from a passing bar-maiden. "Hey hun, another one... less serpentine, ok?"

"I don't think yer a slaver, you ain't got a face tattoo.. You said people went missing?" Marshall says as he finishes his mug. "...They probably got something to do with it, all I'm sayin".

"I haven't. But if your looking for slavers, they ain't far from here", Manny says as he points West. "I could take ya there, but it'll cost ya.. Its dangerous out that ways"

Manny chuckles. His father named him "Man". He lights up a cigarette. "Same here man"

the rest can hop in bout now

"Manny.... And you?"

Manny lounges half-hazardly over a mug of rutgut. He notices a man beginning to come towards him. He squeezes the snub nose underneith his ragged jacket.

#14 seems otherworldly... I love it :)

Name: Manny A/S/R: 24 / M / Human Height: 6'1" Weight: 150 Appearance: Tall, Lanky, malnourished, swollen left knee, full beard and ragged brown hair. Left ear is half-destroyed and nose broken slightly to the right. Multiple teeth are missing or critically destroyed. Inventory: .38 snub...

alright.

Idk. seems like their all gone

I'd like to join, but the prospect looks barren. Gonzalez is telling the truth, these boards are a former shell of a "bar" like feel. Find some more people to make it fun.

Ambiant music to read too On the outskirts of Kingstone's remaing modern architecture, Syphon's dilapidated church stood. The hole-punched roof greeted the acid rain as it poured down on the religous clergy, who paid no mind as he spoke before his handful of followers. "This hell we...

I hope they all regroup soon.

I will too.

Name: Danny Gender: Male Race: Human Age: 19 Appearance: 6'0", 135lbs (malnourished/low endur.), long wavy brown hair, chin goatee & patchy beard, wide shoulders & frame, skinny Clothing: Mismatched boots, torn jeans, zip-tie belt, dirty white tank, poorly-made backpack (few trinkets of...

Stationary. Doing it nomadically would shatter my flimsy system lol. I'm actually flabergast that you shattered a weeks worth of thought so quickly, bravo.

I've been working on developing a system for managing a fallout city through rts rolls. I've written up a long batch of rules, variances, occurances and actions for you to discover and exploit as you help raise you and your weary friends into a force to be wreckened with. So, lets say you...

Marshall realizes his life sucks. But before he pours laquer thinner into his gashed chest wound from a flying piece of aluminum and gourgin on charcoal to purge his body of bile and infectionous bodily fluids, he stumbles apon a decrepit copy of Fallout New vegas. He violently pukes on the...