>>4173035
Jeb Walker
25
Caucasion
Tall, Brown hair. Blue eyes. Classic american face
>Outdoorsman: Survival in the wilderness comes naturally to you
Quick: +5 to any situation requiring fast action

Slayer: Increased speed when in melee combat
Sniper: You have unusually good technique when it comes to taking out people from far distances

>>4173075
+1
But except for Jeb, how about Vayne

>>4173035
Sid Walkers
25
White
5'11 Green Eyes, Black hair, look like a cowboy.
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Quick
Genius
Gunslinger
Infiltrator

Name: Spike
Age: 25
Race: Human
Appearance: untamed black hair with beard starting to grow, green eyes, fit

Perceptive: You can make out things most people wouldn't have noticed
Quick: +5 to any situation requiring fast action

Gunslinger: Gain a bonus when using 1 handed firearms and also gain a faster draw
Demolitions Expert: Gain a bonus when using any explosive items

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>>4173075
This but with a bit more of the appearence of this Jeb.

It's fucking dead on arrival my dudes. Qm bailed

>>4173035
I'm taking your ''quest'' bitch, also plan things more if you wanna run a quest fag.

>>4173075
>>4173121
>>4175815
>>4179015
>>4179415
>>4179424

No wonder it's dead on arrival.
That character creation is cancer, not planned at all, so if I am going to write I need a bit more specific.

We are using 1d100 for general rolls and random encounters

combat, social, mental checks we will use 1d20
1d20 1-5 big failure 6-11 failure 12-16 succeed 17-20 big succeed.

For shooting
When you succeed in combat 1d20, we roll 1d50 for which part do we hit

(Snipers with scope have a broader range of headshot DC like 40-50 where as a shotgun has a higher spread of body shot chance 20-44)

1-10: Legs
11-18: Thighs, Groin.
19-25: Arm/Shoulder
26-44: Chest area, 36-37 = Heart shot, insta-death for unarmored enemies
45-47: Throat/Neck Shot
48-50: headshot.

For melee and stealth
1d20 1-5 big failure 6-11 failure 12-16 succeed 17-20 big succeed and if you (or them) roll high enough to hit

for combat we do 1d2 to see who goes first, if succeeds stealth attack, you go first plus a bonus.

Your name is Jeb, weeks ago you were a prisoner of the NCR Correctional Facility, it was a living hell... constantly under strict supervision, terrible beds and horrendous meals you mined rocks, exploding boulders all day long.

Turns out supplying dynamite for destroying boulders to ex-raiders, gangsters, murderers and rapist was a bad idea.. one in particular had enough, a man by the name Samuel Cooke, started to keep small amounts of powder in his pockets.. little by little.. he prepared handmade explosives out of cans with the help of his cellmates, that included you.

A day came when the NCR decided to redeploy another group of prison guards away, you and the rest else blasted their way out of the cell block, overwhelmed the guards, and took the prison.
The rest of the prisoners joined in when they realized what happened, it was hell on earth, guards being blasted to pieces, prisoners being filled with bullets.

It was a struggle, but in the end, the guards had to give up.

Cooke ,the defacto leader, decided to leave the prison with big ideas about putting up a fight to the NCR, many believed him enoguh that they followed him when he left to continue the fight.
Eddie took over and formed the Powder Gangers with everyone who stayed behind, suddenly a new band of raiders was formed armed with endless supply of explosives and so without a place to go, you stayed.

Without reinforcements coming and no further news about, you, Oliver, Boxcars and others decided to set up small campsites along the road, the plan was to ambush merchants, travelers, anyone with caps or supplies.

That brings you to here, next to at road hiding behind some boulders, waiting for caps to arrive.

''So.. we wait up for a few more hours, otherwise me and the rest we are heading to Niptop, there's a few good spots over there..''

''Yeah, fuck this place.. We gotta go to that place and fuck up that town real bad'' Oliver begins to giggle

''Ay yo, fuck that.. we can't be doing that shit, we gotta use our head.. don't worry, I got something planned'' Boxcars interrupts his annoying laugh ''Jeb, the fuck are you looking at?'' he watches as you look behind with boulder for any nearby target

Rolled 13 (1d100)

I'll roll first since everyone left for 100 rolls, I take the first

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Oh shi-

Suddenly the ranger unholsters a hand cannon from his side, the tip of the long dark and golden revolver explodes in an instant, an impact hits next to you, it breaks a piece of the boulder, you jump falling unto your back.

''Ah shit! What the fuck! Get the guns!'' Oliver takes a pistol from his back, the rest of the men start to do the same from butcher cleavers to small revolvers ''How many of em!'' he yells has he adjusts his glasses.

''Fucking forget it! Ranger! A black ranger!'' You yell back, as you stand up and rush to your bedroll to look for your weapon ''Let's get the fuck out of here'' more blast noises hit the boulder, you crouch into the ground trying to dodge any ricochet. You are about to die yet you cannot stop thinking about the dust and grim stains on your clean blue button-down shirt.

The others have not trouble with putting up a fight as they hit cover behind the boulder, shooting and yelling at each other.

*thud*

Jackson, just a kid that got caught while ambushing a caravan stealing them from their caps all of that with a broken gun, his corpse hit the ground like a bag of rocks. His lifeless eyes looking at the sky, as blood begins to pour from the new hole on his forehead.

''Shit! Shit, fuck, fuckety fuck! Return fire!'' Boxcar yells at the top of his lungs as he pops a hand out of cover and blast several rounds with his automatic 9mm ''Fucking blast him!'' he points at one of the gangers armed with a powder charge.

Everyone start continues shooting at the ranger, the one with the charge pulls the pin and comes out of cover lifting his right arm preparing for a big throw only to get a bullet in his shoulder, you can see as his body stops on it's track. You roll to the ground and cover your ears, the man's arm turns into a red paste after a loud and bright explosion.

The men start to panic.

''Shit! Everyone on me!'' Boxcar begins to run to the desert to another cover while shooting rounds unable to hit targe.

You waste no time looking for your weapon. Where the fuck is it!?

>All weapons have their uses, don't be afraid to choose it if it sounds weak

>A stick of dynamite

>Your trusty knife

>9mm pistol

>.357 revolver

>Single shotgun

>Varmint rifle

that's it for now, I'll continue tomorrow or not

>>4180419
>Varmint rifle

>>4180419
>Your trusty knife

>>4180419
>Single shotgun

>>4180419
>.357 revolver

>>4180419
>A stick of dynamite
bada BOOM baby

I could use a tie breaker

>.357 Revolver

Ah! At the bottom the bedroll! How did it get here?

You pull a somewhat worn, medium-gray revolver, you open the chamber and see that it has a few bullets loaded. It had little to no use, you took it when you left the prison.

With the gun in your grip you feel more at ease, either you go back to cover and try to put up a fight with the others or try to flee and see if you can hide among the dunes and racks.

More blasts of bullets zoom above you, that ranger is out for blood maybe is time to talk

>Flee!

>Parley?

>Fight.

>write in

>>4181110
>>Parley?

writing

No.. that ranger is gonna be the end of you if even try anything, but what if you try to talk?

Boxcar, Oliver and the others can run to the prison again and come back with more muscle, so you just have to distract it and gain some time right? Easy enough.

You crouch walk to the boulder cover, as soon as you show up another man falls into the ground with missing half a brain, the other two look at each other and decide to make a run for it.

''Alright! Alright! Let's talk!'' you yell from cover ''Make another step and we blow up the girl!'' you are lying but make it's enough.

The shooting stops.

''That's right! We have hostages!'' you turn around at the now empty campsite with the rest of the powder gangers running in off for their lives.

You take a quick peek and you don't see the ranger at all.

''Cmon asshole! We leave and you keep them!''

Silence.

''Or else.. we blow them apart and we keep shooting at each other''

The black ranger comes out from across the road next to a rusted car lifting his revolver in the air, you exhale in relief, you holster the gun at the back your pants and lift booth hands slowly, while taking a step out of cover.

''I got a man here, we can blow them up at anytime, everyone leaves and they are yours'' you say at the black ranger who has fully exposed himself from his car wreckage cover ''We got a powder charge attached on them, we leave now, don't come after or... just flick of a button'' you snap your fingers.

roll 1d20 please

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>4181235

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>4181235

You smirk at the ranger, the idiot bought it, time to make your leave, you proceed to make a swift turn with your heels to face the campsite.
The black ranger makes a stop sign lifting idle hand ''Where are they?'' he says, his voice is deeper masked with a granular noise.

You break into cold sweat as you turn your back to the ranger, right, he is not just gonna buy it.. just your luck.. ah fuck it, let's make a run fo-

''Where'' he repeats

You look from the corner of your eye, the figure now keeps his revolver close to his hip with a steady aim at your back, you swear that a small drop of sweat is are starting to form at your forehead, running through your face.
Smiling you face the ranger hiding your other arm that tries to reach for the gun.

*Click*

The ranger cocks the gun as he begins to approach ''Hands off that gun'' how did he knew!? that was one of your famous moves

''H-hey, come on now, no need t-''

He takes a step ''So I am guessing there are no hostages, and that your friends used you as a distraction'' you feel as if he was stepping over your body with each step he makes with his boots.

''Well, I was just trying to get you out of cover.. and I did that ''You smile to yourself ''Listen the others left so why don't we-'' all of sudden, the last thing you see is the ranger swing the butt of his gun crashing to the side of your forehead.

Everything turns dark.

A man kicks a wooden door apart, smell of alcohol invades the room, the man is unable to speak correctly.

He stubmles inside the house knocking over furniture while muttering words until he reaches another door, where he struggles to get in.
There's someone sleeping quietly and peacefully.. the man takes it from his neck and starts hitting it, another man appears from the entrance of the room, he storms inside. Together they struggle until the first man takes a gun from his belt and shoots.

Darkness

A woman screams and yells.. then cries in agnoy... another shot... Someone else starts to cry..

The man leaves the house.. he laughs.. and he laughs.. and he laughs... his laughter is manic and cruel.

A blinding light explodes.

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You open your eyes

The shirt is covered in sweat and dust, a tremendous pain stabs you in the brain, you grab your head but realize that your hands are binded with a rope tight against your wrist.

You sigh.

The ranger is looking through the bedrolls and backpacks, he ignores the drugs which he throws them into the campfire, he digs to every piece of clothing looking for something.
He stands and notices you sitting straight.

''Get up, time to leave''

''Oh come on, you got what you wanted, just le-'' he grabs you by the collar of your shirt forcing you to stand, and punches you in the stomach.

''Oof.. goddammit, alright, alright...'' I guess back to a prison cell.. or to the shooting squad this time ''Where to?''

''I am taking you to Primm''

What!?

Why?

''Primm? Shit if you wanted to throw some chips at the table, we should go to vegas'' you chuckle

''I am handing you over to a sheriff''

Oh..
Well.. time to make your escape when you have the time, although you could try to escape from once you arrive, Primm is not known for being a prison facility infact you are more probably to find other members if they are re-capturing them.
Alright, you can tell that this is a shitty situation, but salvageable.

Together you walk through the desert without murmuring a word, each attempt to engage in a conversation ends in more physical punishment, you are starting to believe that he enjoys it.
You assume that Rangers are very quiet and they like silence, it's funny you've never seen one before, you wonder what makes one so far away from combat or its base. You pass through several dunes and debris finally finding a clear path to Primm

roll 1d100 please

Rolled 89 (1d100)

>>4183305

>>4181246
sorry about that, I didn't saw you roll and I already had written the update

*thud*

Something falls behind you, it's a red stick.. the fuse is burning.. Oh shit!

The ranger kicks the dynamite and jumps at you slamming you in the ground, an explosion follows after, the sound it's so loud your vision is blurred for a moment, the ranger holds tight to your body, something in his chest feels peculiar. It's there something behind his armor?

''Fuck you NCR!''

Three men jump from the sides of the road, they wear blue jackets and try to overwhelm the ranger grabbing him from his duster trying to pry it away from you, he turns his body releasing you from his hold, while unholstering the revolver and shooting at one of the men.
The bullet flies past the man and but he begins to scream and backs away.

''AH! My fucking ear! You.. you.. motherfucker! Fuck! Charlie! Charlie look at what he did to my ear, man!'' The one who got shot grabs the side of his ear, blood flowing without stop.

Powder gangers! Yes! Your escape ticket!

''You are not getting away motherfucker, ay give me that gun ranger!'' the bearded man continues to kick the ranger and pulls a straight razor from his sleeve

You to wrestle the ranger on top of you, pushing him to the ground, he tries fire again but this time he misses, you try to crawl away from the fight.
The other two men proceed to continue to kick the ranger around.

''Hey! Hey! Cut the rope!'' you beg at them but they continue to kick the ranger, he tries to lift his hand only to get his hand step on by the shaved head ganger.

''Come on man! You with the straight razor!''

''Fuck you man, let me have some fun!'' the one with the beards stops kicking and puts both of his knees on the arms of the ranger holding him in place ''Let's carve you a smile!'' he grabs the helmet and removes it, throws it on the road.

''Puh!'' The ranger spits on his face.

''Ah you bitch!'' He punches the ranger on her face, breaking her lip''Hah! Gon' have some fun with this little ranger!'' he begins to laugh, inspecting the ranger's face, touching her hair and smelling it ''Look at this boys! Joe! Ches! Help me carry this bitch to the camp!'' Charlie says with a smile planted on his face.

''Let's have her now, boss!'' the one holding what remains of his ear says while holding his groin with the other hand ''The camp is too far''

''Hey! what about me? let me out of this shit!'' you scream at the man holding the ranger in place

''Man, fuck you! This one is ours!'' he raises the straight razor, putting it back in his sleeves ''Let's have her now! the ranger beings to struggle with more enthusiasm ''Get the legs, Ches!'' he says to the other next to him.

''Yeah! F-fuck you man! You ain't powder if you let yourself get caught! He is a snitch, boss! A snitch!''

''I am no-''

''Joe grab him too

Ches walks behind him and begins to undress the ranger who kicks around trying to free herself from the one sitting on top of her ''Stop moving bitch!''

>Join them
>Run
>Grab ranger's gun
>write in

damn this quest is super dead huh? I'll bump this shit

>>4183688
nobody wants to be a poor and dirty criminal like the powder gangers. You're wasting your time sadly.

>>4183699
I mean it's a quest, you can shoot them do whatever you like

>>4183459
>Grab ranger's gun

>>4183459
>Join them

>>4183712
sure then. lets see where this goes

>>4183459
>>Join them
and take the gun too. we don't have one

>>4183459
>Grab ranger's gun

>>4183788
Support

It's a tie

>>4183459
>Grab ranger's gun

>>4183828
No, anon. You made it a tie.

>>4183459
>Join them
Hands tied we still can't do much. Get in the action and ask them to cut the ropes.

>>4183828
sick id, Allow me

It's alright, I'll just wait a bit more, I'll roll a dice if takes too much.

alright, can I get a 1d20 to see if they believe that you are not a snitch

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>4183860

Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>4183855
BO3?

>>4183867
yeah

>>4183866
>>4183867
Holy shit, can we get a 3?

Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>4183860
Fucking hell

>>4183866
>>4183867
>>4183873
Time to get isekaid to mundus I guess.

Goddamn, no dirty deeds for anyone, writing

Rolled 11 (1d20)

>>4183871
>>4183873
Uh fuck. I'm gonna roll again to see if we're truly cursed

>>4183879
the dice gods commanded the anons to protect waifu ranger

>>4183882
Are we just getting ignored or will a bunch of rangers suddenly show up out of nowhere?

>>4183882
We are still tied up and they somehow disabled the ranger. We are fucked without deus ex machina.

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''Guys, guys.. I am not a snitch, if I was why would I be tied up?'' you stand up from your spot presenting your wrists

''Y-yeah, boss.. why is he tied up?'' Joe asks with a confused expression

''And look at my shirt? I got beat up real bad, see the big bruise on my forehead? I put up a fight, I am not a snitch'' you tap the side of your head, accidentally causing the pain to bite you again

''It's true boss... he has a big red bump over there, it's disgusting!'' he turns around to face the others.

''I wouldn't call it digusting, bu-''

''You know what, man... You are starting to sound like a smooth talker..''Charlie holds the ranger's head, he takes a deep look examining the face of anger, then proceeds to punch her straight on the jaw, knocking her unconsciously, ''You are starting to sound.. like.. a fucking NCR! You are with this bitch! Aren't you!'' he fully stands

What?!

''No! I am not a-''

''I mean you think I am stupid don't you?'' he takes a step away from the ranger ''Now why the fuck would a ranger like that be in the middle of fuckin' desert carrying you around like her bitch.. It starts sounds like NCR don't it? Like one of those fancy NCR plans to get inside our operation right? Like they fucking did to us back in Sloan huh?!'' he begins to approach.

''Listen, you are making a mistake here, I am fucking powder ganger goddammit'' you raise your voice in disbelief.

''Tie the bitch Ches, Joe get this moron, big boss gonna love this shit'' he gives you a shit eating grin.

The one named Joe takes a swing at you, it hits as if you were kissed by moving train, you fall to hard ground, Charlie continues to walk up to you and plants his feet on your chest with a kick, your head crashes against the pavement. Your senses start get distorted, your vision blurs and sounds are starting to get muffled.

''You know.. that son of a bitch was right, we do need hostages! two for the price of one baby!'' Charlie proclaims with a smile ''Let's take em with others!''

It all goes black.

>>4183952
F

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You open your eyes.

It feels like you already been through this before.. another sharp pain hits you but this time in the back of the head, you feel dizzy, you want to puke but it would be just sand. It's been a while since the last time you ate or took a sip of water.

You touch the back of your head noticing that you are still tied, there's a wound but it's not bleeding.

As you stand you realize that you are in the back of a truck with more people, they are dressed in fancy clothes, clean shirts with suits, colorful dresses and hats with little to no use.

Vegas tourists? Caravan owners? Yeah, they look like the sort that have enough money to spend in bullshit.
Those two woman have tears running from their cheeks, that teenager has been crying too, he tries to hide it but it's no use... the only one that seems to be composed is the fat man.
Although, he has quite the amount of drops across his forehead, more worried than scared.

Your eyes meet a familiar person, you smile at the red headed ranger with the small cut on her lip, of course she notices your shit eating grin, proceeds to give you a kick on the leg.

Fuck you too, bitch.

Turning around, you see the outskirts of a town... there is a powder ganger near the truck tending to a campfire, swinging a browning bottle taking long sips from it.

''Ah, you are awake, sir'' you turn around and see that the much older woman is quietly talking to you ''You've been sleep for hours now, I hope you are alright'' her eyes are red from tears.

''I am, just just pain.. where.. Where are we?''

''Primm.. the men left for the town''

You hear echos of shooting in the distance.. an explosion.. more shooting.. They are taking over the city.. fuckers, you should be there, not here stuck with the cattle.

*sniff*

''Don't worry, sir, they are going to let us go as soon as we pay them... i-i.. isn't that right, dear?'' she looks to the fat man, who gives several nods with a exaggerated smile.

The woman begins to cry again, she wipes herself with a crumbled handkerchief from her fist.

''Oi, bitch, stay quiet over there... damn'' you hear the ganger yell from his spot.

You begin to analyze the situation, there's a guard.. no... there are more brown bottles and a few cigarette buts, two? three? You cannot really tell, they are probably around the corner.
Beyond the continuous shooting coming from the city, you don't notice anything else of use... Hmm..

>Reason with the powder ganger guard
>Talk to the other captives
>See if you can reason with the ranger
>Try to free yourself from the binds
>Call him over and attack the guard

sorry if the updates take too long, I had dinner and I am a slow writer

>>4184086
>>Reason with the powder ganger guard
We're a fucking powder ganger. Show him our tattoos or marks.

>>4184089
No worries. Although I'm sorta mad to be cheated of a rape scene.

>>4184086
>Try to free yourself from the binds

>>4184086
>Reason with the powder ganger guard

>>4184086
>Try to free yourself from the binds
Fuck the Gangers man, let's join the legion

tied, I'll let it go till the next run, thanks for the votes

>>4184086
>>Reason with the powder ganger guard
>>4184133
I want to join the legion too but if we free ourself from the binds alone the ranger will get some ideas. Better to betray the guard later.

>>4184086
>Try to free yourself from the binds

>>4184086
>>Reason with the powder ganger guard

Alright, I couldn't do an update today, I'll need some 1d20 so everything is ready for when I am ready to run

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>4186326

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>>4186771

>>4186771
>>4186448

Shit..

You are screwed but this is a good chance to make your move, not a lot of guards.. alright, let's try to smooth talk are way are out of here, you think to your self as you crawl to the other side of the truck pushing the tied up ranger aside which makes her go furious, you ignore her and begin to call for the guard.

''Hey.. hey, man.. You have to help me'' you look at the fancy folk with a face of disgust ''Cmon man, I am a powder'' you say to the guard, he turns around from his seat.

''Yes, you, I got something to tell you''

He stands holding the bottle on one hand, he begins to walk up to you, there's a tint of red running on his cheeks. Probably drunk off his mind, this should be easy.

''Say, don't you think that it's weird that I am here stuck with these people? Look at my shirt'' you present your back, showing off the black letter stamp on the shirt ''See? I am one of you!''

''Huh? hic... That's rite.. We have the same shurt...'' he scratches his head ''What.. hic.. you doin.. hic.. in there?''

''A prank from the others, don't worry about it, what's important is you'' you smile ''See this ranger right here?'' you stare at the redheaded girl ''She is a mean cock sucker I tell you that much, NCR bitch was the one that captured me'' as the words leave your mouth, you swear that the girl's skin turned red in anger, is that steam is coming off her ears? Meh, she can't really talk with that piece of cloth tied to her mouth.

''Ooooh.. they forgot.. hic.. to release you.. hic.. Alright.. I'll cut the rope'' he says as he takes a cleaver from the back of his belt after several nods, he release your from the tight rope.

Free! At last!

''Oh lord.. what is going to happen to us'' You ignore the crying of the other captives

With your new freedom, you grab the edge of the truck and jump over into the ground, you stretch your limbs with pleasure, you give a big smile to the ranger and you giver her a nice head pat.

''Sorry sunshine, looks like you are not taking me to the sheriff'' you whisper to her and turn to your saviour ''Is there anyone else here? Are you alone?'' you say

''Nah.. the boys went to take a piss''

Phew! You need to make your exit fast before they return.

''So why the fuck are you guarding a bunch of tourist from Cali? The rest of the boys are blowing up the casinos, right?'' You shoot a smile at the man that now stares you with a boring look, almost tired.

''Boss told us to.. hic.. keep hostage safe for ransom'' he holds his mouth and grabs his stomach ''You think I need to join the others?''

>Tell him to release all the prisoners
>Attack him
>Flee to the city
>Tell him to release the ranger
>write in

>>4187469
Tell him to go join the attack and scavenge any weapon we can get. Knock out ranger bitch and take her with us and gtfo.

>>4187490
+1

Hostages? Interesting, so that's why Eddie wanted us on the roads.. Alright, you can think of a few good ideas.

''You know what? I think you should absolutely do that, I can take care of these trash'' you says with a thumbs up ''Go have some fun, don't worry about this, I got it''

''Yeah! Fug this shig! hic.. I'mma powder ganger!'' He says while he runs off into the city.

''Good boy.. now then, let-''

''Please, sir! Please! I am begging you let us free!'' the younger girl from the back to the truck pleads

''Hey, sorry, I am in too much shit right now, maybe another day?'' you give a shrug

''Please! mister! I let us go!'' his mother begins to yell

''Quiet yelling.. or I am gonna fuck you up, I am leaving''

''Mary, please let me handle this'' the man next to him shush her ''Boy! Please listen to me! I can offer you a lot of caps.. I-I-I am caravan owner! Release us!'' the fat man yells almost crying

''I really don't have time for this'' you reply and turn back on the hostages ''Look fat man, guards are coming back, I'll come back if I feel like it'' it's the truth, you can't wait here forever

You run to the campfire and begin to dig through her belongings for something to use encase you get into to trouble.. now you think about it, those hostages could mean a whole lotta caps for you.
Hmm.. You could ransom them and get the money for yourself, but then again, the other guards are coming.. There's no time to waste, that ranger could give you safe passage into NCR territories and they gotta have money and guns for ransom right? The whole family is going to slow you down.

Caravan owner.. Ranger... What to choose..

NCR has a target on your back, you need leverage and a fucking veteran ranger is more than enough for them to chill the fuck up, you are gonna take her back to the prison.
No, they are gonna rape her if you do that.. probably kill her too, shit... You need to think this through once you are out of here.

Time to improvise then, you grab one of the backpacks next to the log of dead wood.

You stand up and walk up to the truck ''You are coming with me Ranger'' you pull her into the ground, she falls on her butt and immediately starts struggling with the numerous ropes tight around her body.

You ignore her and pull something out of the backpack.

''Yo! Where is.. hey! Shit, he is trying to escape!'' You turn around and see two ganger powders coming at you from the back of a building.

>roll bo3 1d20

Rolled 45 (1d100)

slow update, sorry about that, something came up

Rolled 16 (1d20)

>>4187783
What's the d100 for?

>>4187806
to see what was inside the backpack, forgot to specify

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>4187783

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>4187783

>>4187814
Dead again?

One of the gangers chargest at you with a baseball bat, you dodge the attack and reveal the open straight razor that you pulled from the backpack slashing his face with an upward move.

He begins to scream holding his face, his right eye fills with blood barely contained with his hands.

You drop the bag and push him back, drawing your attention to the second ganger who removes the sling attached to a single shotgun from his back, begins to aim as you rush to the back to the wrecked truck. You almost forget about the ranger that's struggling on the ground trying to free herself, you quickly grab her by the scruff of the neck and pull her next to you.
She is really heavy, that armor must be very hard on the shoulders.

You hear a blast and impact hits the others side of the truck followed by screaming from the other captives begging and crying for help, shit, he has you on a tight spot. You look at the straight razor, he could easily come around and blow your face off.

Think... Think...

What about your surroundings? Dust.. dirt.. rocks.. maybe you could throw a few and hopefully distract him? There's nothing that you can use from the rusted car, beyond making a makeshift weapon from the metal.

Either wait for him to come for you and jump him.. bait him.. but how? hostages.. the hostages are valuable, maybe if you start cutting them open that is gonna buy you time? But for how long? Tch.. Not many options.

It's fight or flee... You meet eyes with your new prisoner, a trained ranger right at your disposal... if she doesn't kill you first, but should you trust her?

>Flee
>Fight
>Recruit the ranger?
>Flee alone, fuck this
>Write in

>>4195237
>>Flee
Plenty of hiding spots near Primm

>>4195237
>Flee

alright, since we are running away with the ranger tied up, gonna need 1d20 please

Rolled 8 (1d20)

>>4195417

not good, I'll wait for another roll, this thread is really cursed

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>4195417

and that's three votes, minor success

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This is pointless.

How the fuck are you going to fight with just a goddamn straight razor against a gun.

"Fuck this" you peek over your cover and see the ganger struggling to load his shotgun "An opening.." you stand up from the cover and incline into the truck, you point the razor to the women's bindings.

"The kids first!" the older woman says pushing her children to you.

You cut the ropes open of the teenager, he breaks apart and jumps off the back of the truck, the other teenager presents her wrists, you begin to cut but the fat man pushes her aside and offers his wrists.

"Cut the damn ropes, boy! Cut my ropes!" you sight but continue to cut.

''Larry! You piece of shit! How could you!" the older woman yells jumping on his back trying to push him away from your razor, a familiar sound makes you crouch back to cover.
*clock*

Shit!

He opened the shotgun!
He is loading a shell, time to run! Let's hope they make a good bait. You turn to the ranger and help her stand, realizing your intentions she decides to struggle by kicking her legs around, there's really no time for this nonsense.

You slap her across the face and press the edge of the blade of her face.

"Enough! We need to run!" you command closing the razor and grabbing her by the shoulders and running into the city ruins.

You continue to push her down the hills, she almost falls a couple of times but you manage to keep her straight, you hear a gunshot on the distance.
Primm's outskirts are mainly composed of houses filled with piles of dust, their only support are the burnt wooden structures that barely stand. This residence area surrounds the main attractions of the city, mostly the casinos but there are few concrete buildings around, no wonder why the powders were so interested in raiding this place, a tremendous upgrade from that shitty prison.

Alright, from here there are three paths that you can proceed with.. head into the inner city that's currently being leveled to the ground by gangers, probably die or get captured again... Use all these distractions and skip town to somewhere to give you room to breath.. Or... Use one of the houses as a hideout, wait till sunrise and see what you can do.

Hideout seems more reasonable, skipping town into the desert while being thirsty and hungry is not a good option and quite frankly you are done with being captured, if you get knocked up again, the brain damage is going to be irreversible.

Rolled 37 (1d100)

roll to see the nearest hideout

Rolled 49 (1d100)

>>4195520
Fuck this shit imma roll

Rolled 13 (1d100)

might as well

>>4195525
>>4195588
Well what I like to do is roll the 1d100 myself since that gives me more time to write but the next one is yours anon, the update is almost done

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You run with the ranger grabbing her by the shoulder.

Now.. where.. where... Bingo!

You see a house that could be a good hiding spot... barely, the structure is completely collapsed except by one of the rooms, the door is barely hanging by its hinges, you push the ranger into the ground and close the door behind you.

She tries to scream but is useless with that sheet on her mouth, you think about removing it, but you don't wanna find your throat being bitten off as you wake up.

The room is deplorable.. debris, pieces of concrete and mountains of dust fill the room's corners and part of the floor, all the furniture is decayed, no way you can use this to block the door unless you put some effort breaking them apart into a barricade. The bed is fine.. disgusting but still soft to the touch.
You crouch to protect your head from the collapsed roof panels, the search through the cabinets and wardrobes for anything but they are already been looted except for sand.

The electric light from the Casinos enter through one of the broken windows, you have a few hours for full night and a few more for sunrise.

You help the ranger sit on the bed, you proceed to search the duster's pocket.. tch.. empty... You think of looking her jeans pockets but they are probably empty, besides she looks like she is waiting the right moment to headbutt you, can't trust these NCR scout boys.

>Spend a few hours trying to barricade yourself
>Restrain the ranger's legs and go to sleep
>write in

>>4195608
Restraint her legs and arms, take off her armor and clothes , grope her breasts and rape her. It's the least we deserve after all that shit thrown right at us.

>>4195628
Goddamn, that's dark

>>4195608
>go to sleep
Fuck it

>>4195628
ayyyy supporting. we do fucking deserve that though

>>4195608
>Restrain the ranger's legs and go to sleep
I’m not risking scaring off this QM too

>>4195628
+1
I wouldn't worry. Qm was willing to write it before.

>>4195608
>Restrain the ranger's legs and go to sleep

>>4195608
it's rape time

Damn coomers. Now we'll never get to Mundus.

A lot of one post ids and it's about to fall to the archive, should I even return to this? Or maybe make new quest thread?

>>4201270
Finish this scene then make the new thread

>>4201270
Just make a new one.

>>4201270
This thread still has at least 4 days on it. Get this over with first so you can start somewhat fresher on the new thread.

since is a tied vote and lots of one post, I'll make another vote, just to have a final vote.

>sleep it off
>go to Primm and join the others
>dirty deeds
>write in

>>4203541
>dirty deeds

>>4203541
>dirty deeds
I don't belive it's tied actually. Since this was me btw >>4196083

>>4203574
yeah, I ignored that one

>>4203541
>sleep it off

>>4203541
>>dirty deeds

You sit on the bed, there is a tired look on your face.

How are you going to get out of this one?

Just what exactly are you doing.. where are you going with this? Do you think they are going to pardon you just like that? Or that they are even going to pay ransom? Please... this is the NCR, you are already dead to them.. You know what you need to do.

You smile as you begin to think, it's been a while since you heard that voice, the part of your brain that brought you to this moment. The prison, the people that you murdered and stolen from, everything.
Ever since you started getting high from drugs and hanging with gangs, the voice began to get louder and louder, telling you what to do and what no to, it kept you alive and made you stronger.

Look at her.. Come on look.. Aren't you tired? Aren't you exhausted from all of this bullshit? Just outside there's caps, drugs and a shit load of guns waiting for you to take them... You've been ignoring who you truly are

Get. rid. of. her.

You stand up, you grab the girl by hair, pushing her into the bead. There's a surprised look on her face.. no, it's fear.. blood starts to rush to your groin, you missed this.

She struggles as you proceed to beat her senseless, you take the sheets of the bed and tie her arms even further, you put her at the end of the bed with her torso laying on the bed, you pull down her jeans.

A sick and morbid smile begins to form across your face as you unzip your black pants.

You press against her, she tries to fight you, to push you off but you put your weight against her, grabbing her tight against the waist...
She tries to scream and cry as you continue to impale her.. you release inside, and zip your pant back.

You take the straight razor from your pocket, still sharp, to take hold of the long painted red hair, it feels like cutting through butter as the edge runs from one point of to her throat to the other, blood begins to pour filling the bed and the sheets with a large pool of a crimson color.
You close the razor, it's done, she is no more and the feeling of relief fills you up completly. You've been having shit after shit, finally something good happens to you. And why? Because you did it, you made it happen.

Gunshots continue on the distance, the fight is still going somehow, there doesn't to be anyone following your tracks, but who knows for how long.

>Go to Primm
>Leave for another place
>hide for the night
>write in

>>4208976
>Leave for another place
Wait why the hell did you kill her? I'm pretty sure the vote was only to rape not murder. She still have some use.

>>4208976
>Kill ourselves
Was gonna vote to kill her too but based QM beat me to it.

>>4209007
Yeah what the fuck qm. If you want to drop it just say it. No need for this.

>>4209007
>>4209492
What were you expecting?

>>4208976
>Leave for another place