Post by kerl on Jan 21, 2011 11:40:33 GMT
Finally got onto my ass in front of a computer to write something! I'll probably go back and expand on past events but, for last night:
“How had it come to this?” Daniel Delornay (usually known as Duct-Tape) pondered this question whilst wiping the dirt off the fancy gun he’d relieved of the man who’d just attempted to shoot his fellow escapees before he’d been flattened by the dumpster. That sentence alone said a lot about how far his life had fallen. Just a few weeks ago, he’d been just another adolescent tech junky, modding cars, with or without the owners consent, so that they could go like greased stink. Admittedly, that last job, the ‘upgrading’ of the trans-con maglev system had possibly been too far, but it had proved that the things could go supersonic, damn it! But no gratitude from “the man”. Instead, they’d chucked him onto a prison ship, from which he’d only escape a longer term in jail due to a mysterious set of explosions on board and the aid of the men he was now helping*.
Helping to do what, though? That was the question. Since escaping from the jail-ship, life had been a bit of a blur. As far as he could recall, they’d accidentally rescued a homicidal maniac, run through an ENORMOUS department store towards a gun fight between security, a doctor and a kung-fu drunk whilst another man dressed up as a girl, gotten a job with the aforementioned homicidal maniac delivering money to people ripped of by the brother the maniac had brutally murdered before making toast in the same room as the corpse and then been sent on a mission to murder the family of a man who’d told the maniac where to stick his money. All in all, not a good time. Daniel supposed there had been a few high points. He’d managed to hack access to a shuttle, annoy a snooty douche of waiter, steal a car, re-wire an cortex-pad and then create some pretty epic stun boots for his fellow escapee.
Admittedly, those boots had come in handy during the events of the last few hours. However, that was possibly the only good thing in what had to be the worst evening of his life to date. The premise had been good. The drunken kung-fu guy had found a potential way out of the clutches of the maniac, which was great by Daniel. However, it involved infiltrating a brown-coat meeting in a bar. That had been the beginning of the bad patch. On his (late) arrival, Felix (aka Kung-Fu guy) had gone downstairs whilst they stayed in the bar as back-up if needed. Then a little old man had arrived and enquired whether he could have the pad for 2 platinum. Of course, this hadn’t gone down well. However, the man was in a brown coats, in a bar of brown coats so his following threat was received with concern. Some frantic haggling failed to dissuade him and eventually Daniel felt he had no choice but to hand over the pad, lest he get mugged by the entire bar without the epic kung-fu guy to help. The hand-over caused hilarity amongst the watchers but before the inebriated brown coats decided for more sport, he and the Doctor, his remaining companion, had left, deciding it might be better to wait outside for Felix. However, the man was taking his time, probably due to being in his natural environment, which Daniel had realised was anywhere with a plentiful supply of alcohol so he fell into conversation with the Doctor. Between them, they decided a bit of payback was due on the old coot who’d had them. That hadn’t turned out to be the best idea ever, though. Whilst the “chase into alleyway” part of the plan had gone well and shutting the old git into the dumpster had been pretty amusing having the mans nephew stick a pistol into his back had been slightly less entertaining. The Doctor then almost got him shot before they’d finally managed to walk away with the pad. At least that was something. Daniels dignity, meanwhile, was on the floor. His mood wasn’t improved when, arriving at the bar, they were just in time to see Felix running towards them, chased by a drunken mob. Falling in alongside their colleague, they just managed to find out what had happened in the meeting (he’d been invited to help the brown coats on a job, apparently) before he broke off from the group to kick a man in the face. Daniel was pleased to see his shock boots work, but also thought of an opportunity to distract the chase (failing ice-cream. All angry mobs should be given ice-cream when they conclude. Dems the rules!) by shouting loudly to Felix “nice way to stick it to the alliance, Felix”. Unfortunately, only one man fell for the ruse and began attacking the victims colleagues. The rest of the group joined in the pursuit. Ducking into the alleyway, what resulted was a confused melee which had only finished once Felix had hit several people before helping Daniel run them over with a dumpster. This led to his current situation. Standing at the mouth on an alleyway, with a gun he hardly knew how to use, with men he hardly knew, with enemies out their ranging from the law to a maniac whose job was impossible, Daniel wondered disconsolately how it could get any worse. To get out of his funk, he opened the retrieved pad and started feeding the fish on his virtual tank....
*N.B. When I start going back and adding more detail, I mention the “Dildo Incident”. For now, don’t ask. Floob.
OOC: The game was great fun, cheers Neil I hope this is a fair retelling of events!
“How had it come to this?” Daniel Delornay (usually known as Duct-Tape) pondered this question whilst wiping the dirt off the fancy gun he’d relieved of the man who’d just attempted to shoot his fellow escapees before he’d been flattened by the dumpster. That sentence alone said a lot about how far his life had fallen. Just a few weeks ago, he’d been just another adolescent tech junky, modding cars, with or without the owners consent, so that they could go like greased stink. Admittedly, that last job, the ‘upgrading’ of the trans-con maglev system had possibly been too far, but it had proved that the things could go supersonic, damn it! But no gratitude from “the man”. Instead, they’d chucked him onto a prison ship, from which he’d only escape a longer term in jail due to a mysterious set of explosions on board and the aid of the men he was now helping*.
Helping to do what, though? That was the question. Since escaping from the jail-ship, life had been a bit of a blur. As far as he could recall, they’d accidentally rescued a homicidal maniac, run through an ENORMOUS department store towards a gun fight between security, a doctor and a kung-fu drunk whilst another man dressed up as a girl, gotten a job with the aforementioned homicidal maniac delivering money to people ripped of by the brother the maniac had brutally murdered before making toast in the same room as the corpse and then been sent on a mission to murder the family of a man who’d told the maniac where to stick his money. All in all, not a good time. Daniel supposed there had been a few high points. He’d managed to hack access to a shuttle, annoy a snooty douche of waiter, steal a car, re-wire an cortex-pad and then create some pretty epic stun boots for his fellow escapee.
Admittedly, those boots had come in handy during the events of the last few hours. However, that was possibly the only good thing in what had to be the worst evening of his life to date. The premise had been good. The drunken kung-fu guy had found a potential way out of the clutches of the maniac, which was great by Daniel. However, it involved infiltrating a brown-coat meeting in a bar. That had been the beginning of the bad patch. On his (late) arrival, Felix (aka Kung-Fu guy) had gone downstairs whilst they stayed in the bar as back-up if needed. Then a little old man had arrived and enquired whether he could have the pad for 2 platinum. Of course, this hadn’t gone down well. However, the man was in a brown coats, in a bar of brown coats so his following threat was received with concern. Some frantic haggling failed to dissuade him and eventually Daniel felt he had no choice but to hand over the pad, lest he get mugged by the entire bar without the epic kung-fu guy to help. The hand-over caused hilarity amongst the watchers but before the inebriated brown coats decided for more sport, he and the Doctor, his remaining companion, had left, deciding it might be better to wait outside for Felix. However, the man was taking his time, probably due to being in his natural environment, which Daniel had realised was anywhere with a plentiful supply of alcohol so he fell into conversation with the Doctor. Between them, they decided a bit of payback was due on the old coot who’d had them. That hadn’t turned out to be the best idea ever, though. Whilst the “chase into alleyway” part of the plan had gone well and shutting the old git into the dumpster had been pretty amusing having the mans nephew stick a pistol into his back had been slightly less entertaining. The Doctor then almost got him shot before they’d finally managed to walk away with the pad. At least that was something. Daniels dignity, meanwhile, was on the floor. His mood wasn’t improved when, arriving at the bar, they were just in time to see Felix running towards them, chased by a drunken mob. Falling in alongside their colleague, they just managed to find out what had happened in the meeting (he’d been invited to help the brown coats on a job, apparently) before he broke off from the group to kick a man in the face. Daniel was pleased to see his shock boots work, but also thought of an opportunity to distract the chase (failing ice-cream. All angry mobs should be given ice-cream when they conclude. Dems the rules!) by shouting loudly to Felix “nice way to stick it to the alliance, Felix”. Unfortunately, only one man fell for the ruse and began attacking the victims colleagues. The rest of the group joined in the pursuit. Ducking into the alleyway, what resulted was a confused melee which had only finished once Felix had hit several people before helping Daniel run them over with a dumpster. This led to his current situation. Standing at the mouth on an alleyway, with a gun he hardly knew how to use, with men he hardly knew, with enemies out their ranging from the law to a maniac whose job was impossible, Daniel wondered disconsolately how it could get any worse. To get out of his funk, he opened the retrieved pad and started feeding the fish on his virtual tank....
*N.B. When I start going back and adding more detail, I mention the “Dildo Incident”. For now, don’t ask. Floob.
OOC: The game was great fun, cheers Neil I hope this is a fair retelling of events!