Desert Wasteland - Game Thread

"Fuck!" Will curses as the bullet passes on his main shoulder. But it's okay. He trained his off shoulder. He could make it.

And then he pierces the gas tank: "OK...that'll do. Next in suicide plan A..." Will rolls sideways while still laying on the floor and gets back on crouching position.

He figures a big guy should be coming with this big axe he saws being dragged from below the car. His plan is to light the matches as he hears his footsteps and then use the guy for cover of the rifles dodging out of what he hoped would be a clumsy attack, and then dive roll with his off shoulder out of the way of the explosion and then sprint for his life until another car for cover.

edited 4th Aug '15 7:38:52 AM by Kyef

"Perfect," he mutters. He wasn't sure if he was glad she was here to help him, or if she would just weigh him down as The Load. They had probably already searched her, so there was no point hoping she had a gun or a knife. He walked over to the half empty water bottle and splashed it on her face, hoping she would wake up and untie him. He looked around to see if there was anything he could use as a weapon, or a knife to cut the ropes if she didn't regain consciousness soon.

Unfortunately for Will, lighting the damn thing proved to be a bit trickier than anticipated and he was forced to abandon his temporary bomb as he rolled out of the way of the big man with the axe.

Inside, the water did bring the woman back to life a bit which the prisoner would find out seeing as she immediately kicked him in the groin and sprang up to attack him once she got a feel for her surroundings. As for things that could be used as weapons - most had been taken by the bandits but there was a screwdriver and a large wrench lying a crude table.

Francis grit his teeth and cursed his cowardice. Will, while almost certainly insane, was in there kicking ass all on his lonesome, and Dyson was probably in there too. But so were a bunch of Confederates. "Gahh. This is a bad idea, I know it, but fuck it." He muttered as he crept towards the mouth of the cave to see if he could help in any way.

"Ay, Jesucristo," Paco said, rubbing his temples. "Reed, you keep an eye on this pendejo, and keep an eye out for us. I'm going to go make sure no one gets dead. At least, no one who isn't a Nazi asshole."

With that, Paco started making his way towards the cave to see if he could sneak up and provide support.

Will takes advantage of the distance he puts between him and the Big guy and tries to get some more distance, pulling his shotgun from the strap on his shoulders and pointing it to him while trying to use him as cover for the other enemies. He makes the most convincing intimading face he can, after all, it was all a role, chin up, his match in between his teeth, exposing his nostrils as in disgust. His shoulders actually hurt like a bitch, but that'd help.

"Now that is not yours, big boy. Why don't you put that down, huh, your Confeder-asshole!?"

edited 7th Aug '15 1:33:14 PM by Kyef

Once he got over the pain, the prisoner made a mental note to make a groin guard since it would probably help in hand-to-hand combat. "The heck? In case you didn't notice, I'm tied up, i.e. we're both prisoners. Yes, I get it, you thought I was Confederate, but there's a fight going on out there, and it's probably our only chance to get out of here." She certainly wasn't going to be The Load.

On the ground, and about to pounce again, Dyson seemed to heed the prisoner's words.

"You make a good point. What's your name? And is my crew the ones causing all that racket?" she asked, grabbing the camping spork and the screwdriver and beginning to go to work cutting the prisoner's bonds with the crude instruments.

Fortunately for Paco and Francis, there were many large rocks along the path to the mouth of the cave that were ideal for sneaking. So, as it was, they managed to make it not even fifteen feet away from the two riflemen who were hanging out near the cave taking potshots without being caught. The one who had been hit by Will was leaning on a rock to the left of Paco and grimacing but he didn't seem to notice either scavenger.

The other six had began running after Will but only the big man with the axe seemed close enough to do any damage but if Will didn't run very fast very soon, the others would be in firing range shortly. As it was, the axeman was so pumped on adrenaline that he just continued to charge Will - axe raised.

Francis sucked air in through his teeth. There were two Confederates right there. They were armed, dangerous, and pricks to boot, but Francis almost couldn't bring himself to shoot them. Killing from far away was alright, but close enough to be able to see them as actual people rather than faceless mooks made Francis queasy. I've gotta do it. Gotta do it, gotta do it, can't be a coward here, gotta save Dyson, gotta help Will...

He peeked carefully over the rock he was crouched behind, aimed, and pulled the trigger, aiming at the one that wasn't already wounded.

Was it too much to ask for a little reasoning to a big berserker neonazi biker pumped on adrenaline?

"Well, we could do it your way, too. But you're not wasting my ammo" Will gets in battle stance, putting the shotgun back in his shoulder and pulling his knife from his jacket sleeve.

He would wait for the big axe guy to make another swing and duck under it, using his free hand for support to move diagonally while ducking out of harm's way. Then he would use the position to try to take out the mobility out of the guy by hitting his tendon on knees, the knee itself or at least the thigh, then would look confused as he gets up and dodge any swing before deciding to hit the side of the head with the side of his hand.

And then...he would start doing what he does best. He would run. He would survive.

"Jordan. Weather it's your crew, I don't know. How'd you end up here?".

Figuring that Francis could handle things for now, Paco quickly whispered "I'm going around" to him, and crouched to the side. He started to slink away, trying to get to a different vantage point so that he and Francis wouldn't make an easy target by clumping together.

The rifleman that Francis fired upon dropped dead instantly. His counterpart swore and ran back inside the cave while the wounded man just groaned for help.

The axeman had been knocked down and stunned thanks to Will's little manuever and it looked like his running was shaking off the pursuit for now. The bandits were now in the middle of the hill that the cave was on and looked torn as to whether they should continue to run after Will or go back to the cave as Will had arrived at the bottom of the hill. At least, they were torn until one spotted Paco moving around and shouted.

"I'm Dyson. And these fuckers attacked me and my crew befo-LOOK OUT!" Dyson shrieked as the rifleman ran inside the cave. She nailed him in the crotch and shouted for Jordan to help.

edited 10th Aug '15 8:33:53 AM by FantasyLiver

Will does his best to try and avoid attention as he had no reliable gun to use. He tries to find something to hide and stay out of sight to try and flank the enemies as stealthly as possible.

edited 10th Aug '15 4:12:17 PM by Kyef

Jordan grabbed the wrench and whacked the rifleman over the head.

Jordan's swing connected quite hard and the bandit fell over, hit the cave floor hard, and died due to the blow.

"Nice hit. How good of a shot are you? Or do you have any gear that these bastards might have taken." Dyson said, trying to gauge whose hands the rifle would be best suited to.

Will was able to successfully stay out of sight for the moment as he had just reached the bottom of the hill and the bandits decided to retreat back to the cave for now. Unfortunately, this meant that Dyson and Jordan might soon be overwhelmed.

Will had the element of surprise in his favour...but many others against him. The enemies were alerted. He had no gun.

He knew there was only so much he could do, but anything would help. First he'd try and get back to where he saw the car with the tank leaking, hopefully without being seen. He would try to pick up any loose rocks on the way.

He'd make it to the car, find a way to start it and send it into the cave, pressing the gas pedal with some rocks. He would finally light the match and set the trail ablaze as it crashes somewhere, trying not to blow up the hostages. Then if possible he'd start throwing the remaining rocks from any cover.

"That's for my favorite jacket, your neo-cocksuckers!"

Paco popped his head up from cover and took a few pot shots at the retreating Confederates.

"That one is for the Alamo, cabrones!"

"I worked in weapon training on a military base before the fallout. I had a gun or two on me when I was taken prisoner, but they knocked me out then tied me up. I don't know where they might be. I'll check out the end of the cave in case they have a stockpile." Jordan ran down to the end of the tunnel.

Francis took a deep breath, then exhaled. See? Wasn't that hard. He popped up over the ridge and tried to take out the few Confederates left.

edited 15th Aug '15 7:53:00 AM by Tojin

The bandit who had been wounded earlier kept groaning and finally passed out due to blood loss and that wasn't the only loss the Confederates were suffering. Francis' and Paco's shots combined took out three of the Confederates (one of them being the axeman) while the rest decided to turn back around away from the cave and run downhill towards Will.

Speaking of Will, his manuver with the car would have worked out great if the car had actually made it to the cave. As it turned out, the three remaining neocons opened fire on the car, stopping it in its tracks and only producing a small explosion.

"Come out you little rabbit!" one of them shouted at Will, advancing towards him with his gun raised. The other two just looked scared at what was to become of them.

Will spinned, ducking in such a fashion that he's able to get to the other cover. He takes the axe from the big guy's dead hand nearby. "Now you wish you handled it over politely, didn't you."

He goes to the doors of the car and grabs another rock. He uses the cover of both the front window of the car and a lateral one on the door to have a proper aim as he extends only his arm out of cover to launch a rock into the advancing enemy, trying to stun him. He then exposes himself from the waist up in order to use both his hands to throw the axe. If it didn't hit him with the blade, it could blunt hit him with the wood or maybe bounce off the hill behind him to distract/hit him and his friends.

"Ready or not, here I come!!"

edited 16th Aug '15 8:03:24 PM by Kyef