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Fallout: Terror of the Everglades

War. War never changes.

The Florida Everglades were an ok place to live. The inhabitants didn't have much more to worry about than the usual wastelander. Being so near the ocean, they had more resources than most. They were able to carve out a little slice of life amongst the bones of the dead. That is, until the Old World came back.

A damaged Garden of Eden Creation Kit was found, and used by those that did not understand its Old World power. With it came the monsters of the past, and the Everglades once again became moist, and full of life, but forever changed. Now the locals have found themselves in a terrible war for suvival against the horrors of Old World nature. And war... War never changes.

I'm one of the biggest Fallout fanatics you'll ever meet. Currently running a Savage Worlds tabletop module of Fallout. Tons of fun. I'd be so up for this.

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No sooner had Bruno given up on thrashing in the general direction of his plate had three waiters appeared, each looking completely identical to the same man that had served them before. One surely had to be the same man, but the other two were significantly shorter, like pygmy people. The two short ones immediately began working on cleaning up the mess, one with an oversized industrial vacuum, the other fruitlessly trying to pick up little specks with a pair of chopsticks.

"..." the larger one attempted to speak to Bruno, but all sound was muffled by the giant motorized vacuum cleaner.

"..." he tried to speak again, looking somewhat annoyed at his tinier counterparts.

"..." the man stamped his left foot once and signaled for the smaller, vacuum-toting waiter to cut it out. The smaller one sheepishly hit the switch off, gave an uneasy smile, and ran off. The other was still attempting to pick up (now non-existent) crumbs using chopsticks.

"My sincerest apologies sir, I was not made aware that you were disabled and would require assistance. Please, allow me." The waiter snapped his finger, and suddenly another plate of the same meal appeared before Bruno. "Here comes the choo-choo!" With another snap, the tiny morsel now sat atop a miniature train engine, which in turn sat atop railroad tracks, which sloped upward from the plate, directly into Bruno's mouth. The train chugged along, forcing its way into the undead axeman's mouth, whereupon it continued down into his undead stomach. The railroad tracks then vanished without a trace.

"Your check, my good sirs. No rush, whenever you are ready." The waiter left behind a slip of paper, folded within a leather holder. Once inspected, it would read that Zhou and Bruno now owed $10,683.97, converted to whatever currency they were used to, of course. The waiter himself was already gone, though his smaller-but-otherwise-identical counterpart remained, still picking at the carpet.

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@RevCrux By all means, please.

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Prologue: Service Stinks, No Tip for You

Zhou Yu and Bruno the Undead Axeman suddenly found themselves in a most peculiar of locations. They were no longer dead (well, Zhou wasn't anyway, Bruno was still undead) and could not for the life of them recognize their surroundings. A relaxing music played throughout the room, creating an atmosphere of... Wait, what sort of atmosphere was this, anyway? Neither could recognize it, but each felt they knew the answer, for this was some sort of eatery. A restaurant. Zhou and Bruno sat across from one another at a table which was decorated beautifully with a white table cloth, a small vase of flowers, vibrantly colored silver wear cloths, and all directly beneath a gorgeous gold colored chandelier with diamonds all over. The sounds of the other patrons conversing and eating filled the dining hall, only something was strange. There were no other patrons. So where was the sound coming from? Most peculiar.

Even stranger still was how no matter how much they wished or tried, neither of these fine dining foreigners could stand to leave their chair. It wasn't like they were physically prevented from doing so, but more like every time they mustered the will to attempt it, something would change their mind or they'd get distracted in some way. Whatever train of thought they would be having, it was interrupted at that moment.

"Your entrees, sirs," spoke a man, the only other living being within eyesight, as he placed two trays before them, their contents hidden beneath the aluminum tops. He stood about five foot ten inches, was of fair complexion, had a chiseled jaw from stone, a tiny pencil-thin mustache, and wore a black suit of the finest material. Oh, and he also had an enormous afro. This afro was the stuff of legend, large enough that a child could fit comfortably within, and not even sit down or scrunch up. Truly the most marvelous afro in existence. "The head chef personally spent four hours preparing it specifically for you, our most honored guests. I do so hope it is to your liking. Bon apetite."

The waiter pulled back the lids of the trays, revealing to the duo a meal of only the smallest proportions. In fact, the entire meal could fit on a single fork, and still have enough room left to take another bite from a larger, more nutritious meal. Before the two could address this grave issue (or where they were and just what the hell was going on in general, for that matter) the waiter was already gone. Zhou Yu and Bruno the Undead Axeman were left alone at their table, with their food, in this amazing yet bizarre and confusing French restaurant.

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Good intros. I'll get our first introduction to the Prince of Pandemonium by the end of this evening, if all goes well.

The Three Realms War [A DMC, Bayonetta and Darksiders RP]

True enough, but not the point. A mortal and an immortal would view any situation drastically differently because of that.

The Three Realms War [A DMC, Bayonetta and Darksiders RP]

I fail to see how that would change anything. They're still immortal, who they fight doesn't change that.

The Three Realms War [A DMC, Bayonetta and Darksiders RP]

He already is. As a Lumen, Silas is a few hundred years old, but Akoni already had something to say about that. ;D

"If you think useful pointers from someone with decades more experience is 'talking down' then you need to rethink your priorities," he said in a rather neutral tone. "The only one here older and more experienced than me is the sage, and he has never had to experience mortality. I'd say that puts me in a unique position here." There he was again, placing just a little bit too much emphasis, a little too much antagonism on Silas. The rest of his words were fairly matter of fact, but when he referenced the master of wolves his resentment bled through just a little too much.

The Three Realms War [A DMC, Bayonetta and Darksiders RP]

Well if that's the case, no doubt I'll have no blame, it'll be these younger, inexperienced crickets refusing to take my lead and advice that gets us all killed. /toostubbornandoldformyowngood

The Three Realms War [A DMC, Bayonetta and Darksiders RP]

Even if we come up short on power, we'll come together as a team, with strategy, tactics, and trust trying not to kill each other! :D