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900061 No. 900061 ID: f7b510

The sun burns high in the sky. Cracking the land with it's blistering heat. The way is vast and unchanging. Seemingly never ending in almost all directions.

Why would you be here? What drives someone to a place like this? Madness? Insanity? Who are you?
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No. 947756 ID: 28c1e4
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Mere moments later, she interrupts him. Tugging him close as she pushes herself up to his snout on the ends of her toes.

The embrace is warm and she takes to it like a fish to water

Ow the teeth

She seems lost for a moment and puts the roach out against him. Did she just undo her button?

But the Angler was a bit too wiley for her today. That makes twice.
No. 947757 ID: 28c1e4
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The Angler, being experienced in the ways of the blaze has pushed the heavy pull he had taken into her mouth.

He looks himself over, besides the thing she was trying to do to herself with his knee, he seems alright

Angler: "Crikey, you never said yous was such a root rat!"

You were overloaded a bit, just taking a short tumble and coughing up the devil.

You: "Did *cough*I mention you've got *cough* good shit?" you manage to squeak out, as his smoke leaves you.

He starts to giggle which makes you giggle.

Angler: "Easy sheila, you got yer pink bits showin'!"


It seems as though you've made a trustworthy friend. And payed him back his pash. The sesh ends shortly after the effects of his mysterious durry runs out. The two of you head back outside and you notice the sun was setting. He tosses the contents of the two enormous; now boiled mollusks onto the barbee to fry.

He says that he's been working for a while on a replacement for the boat motor to his tinny. In exchange for some work, he'd be willing to just give you the old one.

He points to the two barrels.

Angler: "I render meself some chems here from tha water, n' one o' them's top grade fish oil! I can't leave me post, because I aint no clotto, but if you can find a buyer in the village, ye can get me a list o' thingamabobs I need."

You: "Fish oil, huh? What's the other one?"

Angler: "LSD!" He gives it a swift kick.
No. 947763 ID: ce39da

"First things first; let's label these bad boys. I am NOT going to be responsible for any mixups. It doesn't have to even confess the contents of the LSD barrel: The fish oil can read 'FISH OIL!' in one color, while the LSD can be 'FESH OYL?' in another."
No. 947767 ID: 4fa0d3

What a smooth way to ease the situation. Try not to be too embarrassed. I know I would be if I was grinding on someone like that during a chill sesh. Accept his proposal and ask if he can leave you with some food and drink to get you through the trip to the nomads.

Maybe turn the samba into the snugglebus. It gets cold during the night.
No. 947824 ID: e7c7d3

Just how easily can you move a barrel across the desert?

Stay a bit more and relax. This is probably be the safest place to be at night.
No. 947830 ID: 6c011b

Hmmn you might just have to sell them on the idea of the products unless the two of you can forge a wheelbarrow
No. 947942 ID: 5e6c54

What are the uses of the products? I'm assuming they must have some reasonable value if he's got two barrels full. Speaking of which, a barrel is very heavy. You'd need some greased up wheels on a hand cart to carry two of them plus your stuff. After all, you're smol. But join him in the cuddlebus
No. 948016 ID: 8b7c8a

Enjoy a dinner of mollusks with the kangaroo. While they're cooking, maybe the two of you can pull together a hand cart to carry the stuff?

I hope you disarmed the shotgun trap in the bus. What can we talk about over some fried giant clam?
No. 948135 ID: 8313b0

Are either of the products combustible enough to use as fuel? As well, do you think your friendly host would be willing to set you up with some water for the trip? I heard long journeys through the desert can leave you rife for plundering if you don't have a safe path to take

Listen to his tales about yhe wall of paintings overhead
No. 948171 ID: 68f9ae

There was a distinct lack of rat licks in the smoke cave. Have him Serenade you and then snuggle. We should leave in the morning.
No. 948348 ID: 28c1e4
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You: "First things first; let's label these bad boys. Which one is which?"

Angler: "Hmmn..." He dips his finger in one and gives it a taste.

Angler: "Yeup, thassa fesh oyle alright!" He slaps his knee. He paints the words onto the drums.

You: "What kind of use do these things have?"

Angler: "Well, me premium grade fish-oil is all purpose! As a dipping sauce fer yer nibblies! To lube up yer hinges, n' anythin' else! Use it insteado kero to light yer way! Insulation! Honestly, sheila, the possibilities are endless. As fer the other barrel? It's me special concoction. Brewed up n' me lab n' the caves. Diluted in water so asta not kill-o man, but she's plenty strong. Just keep from the light."

You convince him that you are probably cant carry them across the desert on your own, so making quick work, the two of you cobble together a pull cart. It is large enough to carry a barrel, and then you can strap all your things to it! Handy!

You: "So... What exactly is the deal with all the paintings? Is it some kind of history?"

Angler: "Eh, sort of, mate. The scribbos in the cave tell the tale of the Ocean Man. Though most know it. Out here it's a record of tales n' troubles of the time past. Shay-man keeps'em."

You point to some nearest to the ground, and he speaks of them. You sit as he talks, poking at the meat on the flame until its done enough to eat.

"Tha expanse were controlled by bands-o warring warriors. Much time has passed tho, n' now they tells o' the biggest gang of these parts. They held this stretch, n' always saw their numbers swell full-o tribals n' wanderers lookin' fer strength. They raided n' built, n' held all; Til come the beast o' the east, n' the swarms of roadkill follow. All that remains of the warrior gang, is their control n' protection over these last few villages."

He points to a few different scattered drawings of armored figures on motorback, riding their two wheelers or warriors wielding sharp objects and clubs and the symbols and fetishes of their heroes and gods they erected.

"When come the barbarians. The drongos brought war, n' up'n took all the control. Leaving the gangas with pain. n' weakness. The beast's hunger sated, they say the days o' the riders', n' theys two wheeled fury, comin' to a close."

He tells the tale. The warrior tribe reduced to a fragment of their ancient power.

You eat fried mollusk in silence. Juicy.


After the tell, the Angler sits with you to enjoy dinner. He tells you that if you wanted, he would be more than happy to trade your remaining guz, and fill your canister full of drinking water, and some food for your journey there and then some. He can prepare the list of stuff he needs you to get in exchange for the engine in the morning.

You think you might need to pick only one of the two barrels to take with you. Whichever you think you might be able to hawk to nomads and their trading visitors from far and wide.

But you yawn as the night fills with stars.

Angler: "Yeh can 'ave me cot fer tonight again ifn' you don't mind it, Sheila."

You: "It's alright. It gets cold, let's share warmth."
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Angler: "Well, not like yer gonna take up all me space. Ye wanted a seat on' me knee again?"

You: "Are you going to make this weird"
No. 948355 ID: b1b4f3

Thank him for not taking advantage of you when you were high. He's nice and nice lookin' but you just met, you can stick to cuddling for tonight. Maybe something more tomorrow night, eh?
No. 948396 ID: 8d4593

Giggle at the fact that he just accidently (yet somehow appropriately) asked if you wanted to call him Daddy.
No. 948450 ID: 8bb7f1

Turn away and say you don't mind weird
No. 948476 ID: 864e49

His face.

His face and her face.

"You wanna taking advantage of me now instead?"
No. 948508 ID: 8b7c8a

Rat: be as a stuffed animal

Kangaroo: accept her proposal and squeeze til sleep takes you
No. 948534 ID: 88ca63

I'm requesting midnight snugglefuck. There are too many pants being worn right now when the heat of your loins should be enough to warm the samba
No. 948535 ID: cdabe3

No. 948617 ID: 35c8ec

I mean to be fair you made it weird first
No. 948707 ID: 28c1e4
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Kangaroo: "Oi, bein' fair, yeh made it weird first."

You: "Yeah, yeah..."
You turn over on your side, your feelings a bit warm.
You: "I don't mind weird" you mutter softly under your breath. A simple exhale escaping your mouth.
No. 948709 ID: 28c1e4
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Soon after, as your mind starts to wander to the same dark paths it does as sleep creeps in, the kangaroo turns and wraps his arm around you. pulling the torn blanket up to help warm the two of you up.

It isn't often you are comforted by the warmth of another, especially not in such safe conditions. Your heart beats, but somehow that only makes him hold you closer. The heat of your body increased by his warmth.

Soon, sleep takes him. The night isn't so cold and lonely as you once thought.

No. 948710 ID: b1b4f3

Cute. Get your sleep.
No. 948722 ID: a593c5

Slumber and rest. Tomorrow will be the next step of your ordeal. You have to decide which barrel to take, and say farewell to the Angler.

I recommend the fish oil. I don't know how valuable it will be, but it only seems slightly easier to pawn than the other barrel
No. 948726 ID: e7c7d3

Well, as you continue your journey you can at least keep in mind that there is one place you'll be welcomed back with a smile
No. 948729 ID: 2e9721

I'm in the boat for taking the fish oil. As fun as illicit drug peddler would be, maybe being a legitimate salesrat would do more for your image, and get you to your wheels faster. I vote Fish Oil! over Fesh Oyle?
No. 948733 ID: 28c1e4
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Dawn Breaks, and the heat of the morning stirs you from your sleep.

You gaze around, and notice the angler still holds you close. You wait until he awakens to begin your day.

Angler: "So, ye were up to tha' task, ey sheila?"

You nod, as the two of you enjoy a breakfast of leftover mollusk and fish soup.

You: "Yup. I think it's about time..."

You make your final preparations for the trip. He says maybe one to one and a half day's travel, then you will come across sign to point you to the village.

The path he describes winds around a distant crest on the seabed. You curse that you will have to brave the salt on foot. Even with the shade of the crest and coral outcroppings, it will likely be very hot, and tiring, as you have to pull no small weight.


Removed: Can o' Guz

Added: Fish Oil Cart Storage
Shansei .45 Pistol
Burnt Cloak
Torn(er) Clothing
Plastic Bottle: Full of Water
2 Shotgun Shells
A foot of wiring
A spanner
Small Battery
Canister of Water: Full
Seatucka: Five days worth
Short Spare pipes
Lucky 8 ball Knob
Stielhand Grenade
A Screwdriver
Empty Tin Can
Tin of Anchovies
Bottle of Soda
Sunglasses Missing a Lens
Empty Ballpoint Pen
Box of Cigarettes (3)
Well Used Switchblade
Strange Key
Frag Grenade

Ancient leather Vest
No. 948734 ID: 28c1e4
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After the two of you load up the cart with the drum, and tie down your excess gear, he stretches and speaks up.

Angler: "As much as I dig ye look, ye come across as a bituva dag. They's ain't liable to be lettin' ya through if yous look like ya look like a filthy grimy bushrat."

In exchange for a cigarette, he offers you to take from his spare cloths and nonsense scraps to pull together a compliment for your outfit (Or devise accessories that might better suit your survival without a vehicle)

The more likely a former busher black powder wielding tinkering fisherman lorekeeper's apprentice would have lying around, the more likely you'll get to wear it
No. 948739 ID: 9876c4
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Soft leather enough to patch and pin the vest,
Drab pinstriped knickers
An olive drab t-shirt one size too big
and a vaporwave-themed party poncho.

Stretch goals (not drawn) are hand and footwraps, neckerchief, and a pair of raybans or dollar store shades.
No. 948740 ID: e7c7d3
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I should be getting ready for a flight, but then a rat paper doll appeared. Remember, it's not beach wear if the entire land is nothing but sand.
No. 948745 ID: ce39da

Ooh, can we get ^this^ outfit

With this one's hat and scarf?

Honestly, we don't want a cloak that stands out too much; we want to blend into the sand with it.
No. 948751 ID: c553cc
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Use the bottoms of old beer bottles to make tinted goggles, and use your battery and a miscellaneous device to put together a little fan you can hang off your cart to help the airflow.

go full nomad samurai
No. 948755 ID: a0dfd2
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The only thing that matters.
No. 948779 ID: 8b7c8a

I kind of like the kenshi plastic sieve headed road warrior turn merchant. I say combine that with the beach towel toga and the vest outfit to be worn in the early day or night time maybe get some pouches
No. 948788 ID: 8d726a

Your outfit right now is pretty cute. We should try to make something to keep cool In the desert. Maybe drape some mesh over a coliander and cut a slit to see through, that's pretty komuso.
No. 948822 ID: ca2950

Dress as a ninja so you can Naruto run at 30 miles per hour and dab away with someone's breadbaskets.
No. 948882 ID: b03c7d
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Since there's a bit of Oceanside psychadelic gypsy vibe going on, I recommend the classic harem shirts. I liked the beach towel idea too, alternatively maybe bellbottoms too. A way to keep the sun from your face is a good investment too.
No. 949124 ID: ea22eb

This one for when it gets colder,

And use this for travel and day. Combine with other as needed
No. 949226 ID: 9876c4

I confess, I wasn't really thinking about colder weather with a t-shirt and shorts. But, sure.
No. 949251 ID: 8d4593

I mean.
This is a desert.
Where the ground is covered in salt.

Loose fitting robes that are insulative to both heat and cold, shoes/boots/sandals, a wide brimmed hat, and something to cover the eyes.
No. 949324 ID: 28c1e4
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The two of you put together an outfit, and though it makes you look totally insane, you feel at least a bit less sweaty in the long thin cloth of this purple-dyed wanderer's garb.

With a colander and some more cloth, you fashion a fair hat to keep the sun from your face, and act as a mount for a small fan you devised to run off the battery you have. It tastes as though it has full charge, and you can disconnect it any time.

He insists you take a spare for when it gets more chilly out, so you take a pair of knickers that almost fit you, and his smallest shirt and handkerchief.


The pair when prepared take a strange path that leads up through the rocky cliffs before descending in a strange fashion made only possible by the Angler's superb knowledge of this area.

Angler: "So yah remember what I need roight?"

You: "Twenty gallons o' Goon, Welding wire, Hoses, and as many glass bottles as I can get my hands on. Will this barrel be enough to get you all you need?" You say, helping guide the cart down the cliff with him.

Angler: "Maybe, just make sure to use yer charm, eh Sheila?" He chortles as though he said something funny. Bloody bogun.
No. 949325 ID: 28c1e4
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As you reach the bottom, goodbyes are exchanged, and the Angler leans down to give you a small hug goodbye.

It feels so soon that you're already back in the desert. The salt dries the skin on your feet, and the heat reflects from the ground right back up your beach towel. It is bearable and you can travel easier than you could before with this getup.

As you silently start to wheel the cart away, he shouts at you. "Take it easy, Sheila! Ya still got yer best days-aheada ya!"

That sounds ominous. You think he means well. He begins to ascend, while you are left to ponder as you walk.
No. 949326 ID: 28c1e4
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THe Angler had given you directions, but with his ghastly tongue, he had only been somewhat clear.

Travel alongside the cliff opposite the pillar of steel, and follow in the shades of the rocks until you come to;

The tower ruin. What remains of a defensible structure used long ago for protection. Follow along the cliff there and you are going to reach;

The Shattered Dome. A large archlike formation of seastone and cliff-face. He says the shade can protect you from prying eyes.

Finally, continue along the stones and canyons until you reach the edge of a cliff and the village lay bare before you.

He said that if you made good time you could reach it in a day or two. You don't know what kind of pace he makes on foot with a heavy load, but it is probably more than yours.
No. 949327 ID: 28c1e4
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In any case, you've walked for a while, and made it out of the higher clifflands and back into the sandbowl of the great expanse below.

You've arrived as dark approaches. The cart proves a rough drag, but you are itching to continue, full of so much food and water. The layers along with your cloak can protect you from the ravages of most of the cold. You suspect.

You pull on the roadleather vest you had fixed up a bit, but what is your course of action? The pillar is still far away, and the empty ahead looks awfully... Well... empty. You would be traveling in a straight line way past dark.
No. 949329 ID: 9876c4

24 hours without sleep is feasible, especially if well fed.
Even in the dark you can see if your tracks are straight.

No. 949332 ID: d3cb99

I'd say seek shelter for the night, if you fear there may be none forward.
No. 949342 ID: ce39da

"Arriving after dark" doesn't seem like the worst thing in the world, assuming there's at least some slight shelter at the pillar itself. Get over there; your pace is dilly-dallying as is. Oh, and throw on your layers now; yeah, it might get a bit toasty in the meantime, but that will become a boon after dark.
No. 949347 ID: c571e8

Are these the same shipping containers as before? You never did look at that one that was upended, and there is still the matter of that giant glowing mutant beast that comes out at night.
No. 949349 ID: 8b7c8a

Are we worried about the ichor beast? I don't know if continuing on is the best bet. Maybe we should take shelter without fire inside a container on the edge of the salt.

If we continue straight into the dust, we will be really visible, but the benefit is that anything after you will be visible too. Then again, would we be able to step to a creature? Or maybe banditos?

We are currently coming down from a different side of the Angler's cliff, the unopened one was by the minefield. I still don't think we could access it right now though. We'd need torque.
No. 949503 ID: a117ed

Keep your eyes out for any lights in the distance while you cross the dry bay. It might be much easier to spot lights from the center of such a large clearing. If you spot anything, ready your weapon just in case.
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