Darkwind - Viewing Topic: Badlands

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Late night / early morning in the middle of Evan's central Badlands region, and the local drinking hole "The Gráinne Uaile" is, as always, open for business.

Outside the fortified walls of the truckstop, an eerie yellow mist clings to the ground and fills all of the little broken valleys and pits that scar the landscape.

In the far distance a lazy plume of brown/orange dust can be seen rising into the air, now well above the yellow mist and floating higher, heralding the arrival of a caravan of some sort.

Eventually the rattle of badly kept engines can be heard; at least 6 in all. The noise rises and the small band trails into town through the gates. Three combat rovers, two interceptors and a trade lorry. But these are not traders. A pig-faced mutant, leader of the feared 'Warthog' gang, steps from the lorry with an ugly grin. He stomps into the now silent tavern. The back door swings gently and a wisp of dust blows in, where the local drinkers have dashed out just as he walked in.

"Haha barkeep! How much whiskey does the lorry buy me!" shouts the mutant.

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Posted Jun 5, 2007, 4:55 pm

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Reta Dufault strolls in fresh off a heafty buying spree at Jet Black's.

She eyes the the putrid warthog gang passed out at the bar. "Barkeep, bottle of whiskey please."

"Sorry mam, we're fresh out. Crazy Warthogs traded me a lorry for the last barrel. Judging by the mess they've made of my bar, I think I got the raw end of the deal even though Jet paid me handsomly for the rig."

"Ah, well...tequilla then. Make it 2 bottles."

The barkeeps quizzically hands over the 2 bottles. Reta takes a long pull from one.

"Here's an extra 100 for the mess," she says to the barkeep and slides a tattered bill across the bar.

Reta then grabs the mangy mane of a warthog out cold next to her and lifts his head up off the bar. She takes the unopen bottle of tequilla, grabs it by the neck and swings it full force into his face. Blood starts pouring out of the warthog's snout of a nose as he slides off the stool and lands limp on the floor in the broken glass.

"Thats for drinkin my whiskey. If there's one thing worse than a pirate, it's a mutant."

Reta calmly takes another pull from the bottle. "Got anything to eat here? I'm starving!"

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Posted Jun 6, 2007, 7:49 pm

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