[indent][indent]Realizing his terrible mistake of having someone who had never touched a cart before take the wheel, Lewis quickly sought to rectify the error. Butting the previous driver out of the way, he handed him the gun that the Topdweller previously gave to him and kicked the brick off the pedal. Stabilizing the cart, the vehicle zoomed up a ramp onto one of the internal highways of the Wal, chased by a swarm of motorized bikes and home-made combat cars. Lewis couldn't see or hear the Wallord yelling anymore and presumed him to have gone back to his shitty little hovel and had his men finish the work. Typical lazy tyrant.

Darting his eyes between the road ahead and the rear view mirrors, the dodged and swerved to get out of the way of the many types of projectiles being flung at them. His own blaster sung songs of electrical death as Lewis wildly fired behind him but his inaccuracy was aggravating him.

"Hang on!" Lewis yelled as the wheel was forced towards one side, the rubber tire's unholy burning screeching filled the air. Jamming on the breaks before putting the stick-shift in reverse, Lewis turned the entire cart around, hoping its reverse speed was as good as its forward speed. With a clear view, his pistol now sung clearer, sharper tunes as Lewis could now see what he was aiming at. The man was no driver of other worldly skill, but he had picked this move up in his travels; one particular caravan of Autoboyz enjoyed using it to great effect.

"Yeah ha!" the Bargain Hunter roared as he shot a man off his bike into the axels of a nearby truck, "Come get some!"

Of course, tempting fate like that rarely works out for the person in question. No sooner had Lewis issued his challenge had fate replied with a large, flaming mass aimed right at the cart, launched from the catapult of the same truck whose undercarriage was now covered in viscera. Lewis barely had time to curse and try to move the cart out of the way before its explosion sent the cart flying over the edge, into the dark below that engulfed them as the group fell from the elevated highway.[/indent][/indent]

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[indent][indent]As the black faded from Lewis's eyes, it was replaced with white that not only filled his sight, but also his lungs. Hacking into the powdery ground, dyed a slight red from a dripping wound, his eyes open wide with fear as he scrambled onto his back. His lungs hacked up more powder as he tried to stand, but the pile of soft, white powder was up to his knees until he dug himself out.

The cart was a burning wreck, dented and destroyed with its former occupants and Lewis's team scattered about the place, all in various states of unconsciousness in the powder dune. The veteran bargain hunter's spine went cold and he could only barely control his fearful shivering. Digging his hands into his pack, he pulled out a handful of glowsticks and shock them on as he tried to rouse his team, only stopping once he realize the soft, erie music playing in the far, dark distance that only amplified the feeling someone was right behind him, staring into him from behind a joyful, smiling, twisted mask.

"Comeoncomeon! Wake dammit! We need to move!"

Lewis looked up in the hopes of seeing the highway they fell from above, shedding light onto this white powdery hell that all men feared. But he only saw a black abyss above him. And the feeling that it was looking right back at him.



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[quote=Clocku the GM and Procrastinator Exacerbator][i][u][b]OOC NOTES: [/b][/u]
Took a while, but here's another post! Welcome to Baby Goods gents!
If you find my constant puppetting to be annoying or unwanted, please do tell me in the OOC as well as any other comments or concerns you may have.
If not, wake up and try not to go insane. Good luck![/i]
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