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Road Warriors - A survival adventure set in the world of Mad Max

The sound of the dust-storm blowing over the heaping wreck of vehicles was absolutely ghastly. It felt as they were in the gullet of some gigantic monstrosity, slowly swallowing them whole downwards into oblivion. The sandy wind leaked through the rusty metallic frames as Sawbones remained utterly silent, tightening his grip on his trusty scalpel and the pages of the Panacea. The blistering currents of shaving sand shifted and blew through the junkyard of scrap, each grain of sand ringing off the metal with a shrilling collision, as if it were taunting him at the second. Sawbones continued to mutter prayer after prayer in assent as he lied, flat on his belly, in waiting for the right moment.

“ Oh hippo preserve me, hippo preserve me, hippo preserve me, hippo preserve me, hippo preserve me…..”

A vehicle rolled up next to his hidey hole. The sound of burning guzzoline was muffled by the screaming storm but there was no doubt about it. He stayed silent as a burning flare was dropped next to the wreck of a nearby buggy as he stayed underneath the broken-down truck. He could notice that there were several other flares following behind the main vehicle. It eluded him to how the small vehicle could stay grounded in this blithering dust-devil until he noticed the large sections of metal bars strapped down to it like an anchor. It slowly steered through the entire wreckage while dropping flares. The war-party rolled behind it, lights flashing through the grimy storm. Flares to mark out loot. Treasure. Good scavenging.

They would be discovered soon unless the Road-Warrior would intervene. There was no escaping from the raiders out in this storm, unless they wanted to be ripped to shreds. It was doubtful. Against an enemy this large and organised, they would be scrapped sooner than you could say Vahalla.

So, what to do?

Wait and lie flat on their bellies for the storm to turn over?

Or try and change their eventual fate?

There was only one thing to do now. He needed to distract them, to keep them from discovering his and the Road Warrior’s location.

“Oh, Great Hippo, may you bestow upon me your wisdom like you did with the Great Fleming…”

Sawbones shuffled out of his hiding moment, extending his upper body out into the storm for a moment. With one of his shivs in his hands, he tossed it limpidly towards the right of the trike as it collided with the hood of a desolated car with a loud clang. He scurried back underneath his makeshift shelter, coughing and hagging out sand from under his mask.

Vivid Recollections: Into the World Unknown (Season 1 COMPLETE)

Ugh, finding your sister's pack of tarot cards and looking at the lore for this RP doesn't really help with your role-playing urges to join this RP.....

Road Warriors - A survival adventure set in the world of Mad Max

The dust storm was going to bear upon them at any second now. It was only a matter of time and whether the Great Hippo was feeling merciful today or not. Sawbones eyes looked around in a mad manner, eyeing each corpse of a vehicle and figuring out which one would be best to weather the storm out. Especially with the presence of the convoy. Raiders. Pilgrims. War-Parties. It didn’t matter to him. If they would stand in the way of his precious quest for the completion of the Panacea, then, they were all flesh and bone in his eyes. His to carve and his to mould.

Sawbones heard a wet and terrible ripping noise as Kalahan messily disembowelled and removed the young female full-lives person of her organs. He narrowed his eyes at the grievous act of shame that the Road Warrior was displaying so wantonly. Wasting all of that fertile blood and flesh just as a gambit to disguise himself. It was simply despicable. Good blood. Good blood to spread and breed blood in others. Then again, the Great Hippo had not let him survived the storm for nothing. From the looks of it, despite its simplicity, the disguise looked convincing. Maybe, he had a good idea after all.

He wouldn’t waste a good corpse like that, however. They would need a distraction if they were going to survive the storm.

Sawbones searched through the wrecks for an appropriate corpse hurriedly before spotting an half-life war-boy with sliver in his smiling teeth, his eyes closed in peace. The War-Boy was growing soft even before he died in the convoy. His skin was pallid and pale as chalk. There was a horrid tumorous growth on his chest, constricting his rib-cage and his eyes were sunken so far back into his skull that they looked almost gaunt. He looked almost recognizable to him as Sawbones popped open a scalpel and flipped him over, doing a hasty incision at his back. Wasn’t his name Slag? It didn’t matter anyway. He took a lengthy jagged piece of ripped bumper from an old buggy and rammed it in the bottom of the corpse, a foul smell emanating from the open cut. He eventually raised him upwards and propped him on the hood of a car to make it look as if he was standing in the storm. There was only the need for a little bit of clothing to complete the illusion before Sawbones examined his work.
Hopefully, the Great Hippo would bless him this time again.

The storm quickly approaching at a field’s distance now, Sawbones quickly ducked under the uprooted vessel of a burst-open buggy, digging himself firmly in the sand, underneath the rusty belly. His chin was buried in the golden sand as he closed his mouth, careful not to breath in the blistering sand. There was a small gap of light where he could see what was outside, his breathing quickening as the light was dying by the fraction…….

Road Warriors - A survival adventure set in the world of Mad Max

Sawbones was intrigued by Ransom’s request but Kalahan obviously wasn’t. The Road Warrior had whipped out a crossbow in an instant and had deemed the wanderer’s life forfeit after he had requested of the blood of the Angel Combustion. While he couldn’t give a fangin’ kidney about the life of some nobody half-life, there was a use to him. His presence, his voice….it would require more observation. Besides, having him alive was more beneficial than dead. He couldn’t risk Kalahan damaging his corpse beyond repair……

Sawbones rushed towards Kalahan, right in front of his crossbow, acting as a barrier between him and Ransom. He made sure to position himself so that the crossbow wouldn’t hit his squishy bits. But, which one to choose? Liver wasn’t really that essential….He could live with one kidney……It would be painful with one lung…..

Right in front of the kidney it was. Sawbones spoke in an even tone, raising his hands upwards towards Kalahan to placate him.

“ Road Warrior, please stay your blade! This full-life may be of more use to us alive than dead. Besides, we can just kill and dissect him afterwards if he betrays us. “

Sawbones then slowly crawled over towards Ransom, his googles hiding his lecherous gaze, as he inspected each and every part of Ransom as if he was a juicy animal, muttering under his breath. He then pointed at the side of Ransom’s neck with his scapel, poking the bulging vein playfully with the rusty sharp edge.

“ If you do want to kill him, make sure to aim for the neck. At the side. It’s where his carotid arteries are…..Organs are just so fragile after all…..”

The wind then whipped and then, began to jiggle the sand up and down as it lightly pushed down Sawbones back. Sawbones head twitched to the front, at the encroaching storm. His first reaction was to bolt down and huddle around his treasured Panacea but he stopped as he saw distinct lights irradiating out of the dense fog. Headlights. Headlights that belonged to cars. Several cars. Cars with people in it.
If it was the same raiders who nearly ended his quest of fulfilling the sacred commandments of the Great Hippo…..Sawbones pulled out his scapel and toyed with it in his hands, his bandaged mask hiding his grin.

“Would you look at that…. More practise….”

The wind began to kick up, the broken vehicles tilting to the side now, metallic yawning filling his ears. Sawbones screamed over the roar of the encroaching storm, his mask and goggles protecting his face from the particles of sand that collided with his face. It wasn’t that far now.

“ Convoy coming in with the storm! Everyone, hide behind something! Fast!”

Road Warriors - A survival adventure set in the world of Mad Max

@Genni, I will edit that in my post.

Road Warriors - A survival adventure set in the world of Mad Max

Just when he’d thought his sanity couldn’t break any further, another war-boy popped out of the wreckage like a cockroach. He seemed even madder than Kalahan was. By the Hippo’s Troth, it wasn’t that surprising. Most of the convoy were composed out of raging, suicidal War-Boys who sprayed chrome endlessly into their mouths. Sawbones sniggered derisively at the War Boy’s attempts to threaten the storm. It was comical but in good spirit, though. The War Boy’s attempts were futile. How was he going to stop the dust sto-

Then, the dust storm stopped in the middle of its journey. It was on the horizon but it was no longer bearing down upon them. Sawbones eye twitched as he stared at the axe-wielding War Boy and then, at the space where the dust storm was.

What in the name of the Red Cross was the Great Hippo trying to tell him?

Sawbones stayed unerringly silent throughout the whole debacle as a slew of survivors appeared to crawl out of the woodwork like fetid moths. Every-time he thought that it would be the end of it, a new full-life would rise out of the dust as if they had spawned from the wreckage. He felt like a stranger in this gigantic mass of War-Boys. It wasn’t as if he had much choice in the matter. There was danger in solitude and safety in groups. It would be enormously stupid for him to try and traverse the wasteland on his own, especially without the Hippo’s Chariot. So, what was his lord trying to say to him right now? Why had the lord destroyed or taken away almost all of his possessions and gifted him with these…..mongrels? He was absolutely dumbfounded by the turn of events.

No. Wait. Sawbones began to view the current situation in a different light. The storm had halted suddenly as if it was nothing more than a phantom threat. Those who had been marked by harm itself were rising upwards, full-life and half-life alike. It was akin to some type of divine intervention. It was blindingly obvious that the Great Hippo had responded to his prayers in some manner. Perhaps, this was his true reward for his faith? Sawbones looked around him, staring in wonder at the individuals gathered around him in one single conglomerate. He’d finally manage to get it.

In his entire career as an Organic Mechanic, Sawbones had never encountered a larger group of interesting specimens such as this. The wide array of possibilities and wonders that were found in this ample group of individuals made him salivate. Oh, it was simply exciting! Trying to imagine the harm they would wreak and suffer made him giggle with glee. In front of him was an entire menagerie at his disposal, to toy with, to experiment with, the ink in which he would use to complete his sacred Panacea. It was a fertile breeding ground for the fruition of knowledge, for the Great Hippo’s salvation to be spread across the blighted land. A single tear dropped downwards from his eye as he muttered in assent to himself, his knees quavering in awe.

“ Oh Great Hippo, forgive me for my blindness. May the spirit of the Holy Flamingo continue to light my way and may The Great Hippo continue to bestow upon me the knowledge of harm.”

Someone then interrupted the discussion of their rag-tag group from behind. Sawbones thought he looked suspicious. He spoke with the charm of a charlatan and Sawbones certainly didn’t recognise him in the convoy. There was a general theme of insanity that seemed to be common with all of the members and this man looked relatively sane. He brushed off his concerns, however. The Great Hippo hadn’t punished him yet and he would take whatever reward would come his way. Sawbones considered Ransom’s suggestion and mulled over it out loud.

“ There’s barely enough guzzoline to share between all of us as there is. One thing’s for certain, though. We can’t stay in here for long. The moon will rise soon and with it, the flies.”

Road Warriors - A survival adventure set in the world of Mad Max

I actually like it this way because in a normal adventure advanced RP, your characters would be still struggling to get out of the bed.

In Road Warriors, your characters have gotten out of the bed, climbed out of the window, fallen into the bush and running towards the bus half-naked while screaming at the top of their lungs.

Road Warriors - A survival adventure set in the world of Mad Max

Jesus H Christ, this is like the largest amount of posts I've seen in one day.

Road Warriors - A survival adventure set in the world of Mad Max

Sawbone’s courage desperately plummeted as his eyes laid upon the encroaching storm in the distance. Normally, he’d been willing to venture into the storm but the mere thought of that had him clutching his Panacea closer to his chest like a life-line. He couldn’t afford or bear the thought of losing another page, knowledge, his life’s work over chance. He shook his head quickly at Kalahan’s query, looking at the Road Warrior as if he was becoming madder by the moment. There was a psychotic energy in his every movement, a feral aura in his eyes that couldn't be tamed. Sawbones replied with low spirits to Kalahan's question, his gears whirring in his mind as he tried to process a possible solution to the problem that was facing them right now.

“The Hippo’s Chariot is beyond repair as of the moment. I was hoping that a Blackfinger might have been able to survive the attack......”

They barely had enough guzzoline to travel long without bartering with the nearest settlement. That was, if, the leader of the next settlement they would encounter was charitable enough to lend them supplies. That was a fool's dream. Right now, Sawbones was mainly concerened about staying as far away from the storm as humanely possible. Sawbones opinion of the Road Warrior had plummeted by the second as it didn’t take a half-life to put two and two together. The Road Warrior was a speed freak, pure and simple. The man stared at the incoming blanket of dust with a look of enthusiasm instead of fear. Maybe, the crash had done more to the Road Warrior than leave a scar on his head. He looked at Kalahan with a nervous glance, his eyes shifting back between the Road Warrior and Zer, looking as if he was begging Zer for some sort of relative sanity.

“ Do you two have any suggestions for how we’re going to get out of here that doesn’t involve being near that storm at all?”

Road Warriors - A survival adventure set in the world of Mad Max

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