Oz
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Post by Oz on Apr 14, 2004 19:51:41 GMT -5
What we should do is put the car on some nice 26's and oh wait...wrong topic. d**n you West Coast customs, d**n you.
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Oz
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Post by Oz on Mar 13, 2004 6:47:22 GMT -5
CRASH!
The rotten floor boards of the old place splinter from below. From the fresh hole, out crawls Oz, holding The Roadwarrior's smoking double barreled in one hand and an extremely Archaic Webeley Mk 6 revolver in the other. The oversized tactical googles he wears around his head are covered with the dust and grime of the wastes. His weapons like everything else in the world, show extreme signs of wear. He crawls out of the hole and looks around at the bewildered patrons.
" Well 'ello Guv'na." He says to Tycho. " Say did i happen to miss closing time?"
" Considering the fact you left my bar to rot out here." He replied.
Oz chuckles and breaks open his shotgun, puling out the two used up shells and tossing them aside. He pulls out two more and checks both of them, one crumbles in his hand. He turns to Tycho.
" You mind?" He asks.
Tycho reaches inside his lost and found box and pulls out a handful of good shells. Oz checks them and loads one into his prized weapon. Snapping it shut.
" What about your revolver?" Roadkill asks.
" 4 rounds in the cylindar." Oz said breaking it open. He turns to Tycho. " You don't happen to have any .455's in that magic box of yours does ya?"
Tycho shakes his head no.
" Alright girls and boys." He said snapping the revolver shut. " Let's give 'em hell."
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Post by Oz on Feb 6, 2004 7:18:51 GMT -5
Oz dropped his cart and jumped into a burrow under the dilapitated cafe'.
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Post by Oz on Feb 5, 2004 21:43:28 GMT -5
Oz stopped his futile yelling at the desert and turned to the traveler.
" Flyers eh?" He asked, grinning wildly.
Just then the angry roar of appraoching vehicles filled the distant air. Dust was being kicked up on the horizon, by the vermin's appraoching vehicles.
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Post by Oz on Jan 31, 2004 18:41:14 GMT -5
Oz had heard the traveler yell at him, but he ignored it.
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Post by Oz on Jan 30, 2004 13:41:43 GMT -5
Oz pats his jacket and then screams out to the empty wastes:
" WHERE THE HELL IS MAH BOOZE!?"
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Oz
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Post by Oz on Apr 14, 2004 19:51:41 GMT -5
What we should do is put the car on some nice 26's and oh wait...wrong topic. d**n you West Coast customs, d**n you.
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Post by Oz on Jan 28, 2004 21:07:51 GMT -5
Oz wlaks by hauling a cart of odds and ends. He see's MaxMel sitting on her ass, staring the sky, and making a dry gurgling noise, as if it would rain. He shakes his head, reaches inside his tattered leather bomber jacket, pulling out a battered canteen. He shakes it around, hearing a swishing noise, he throws it on the ground next to Maxmel and continues on cackling merriyly and saying:
" It's not the gas or the methane that keeps us going, but water; the clear fuel. It keeps us running!"
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Post by Oz on Jan 27, 2004 19:16:11 GMT -5
*puts a sign on the door of the cafe'. It reads: CLOSED FOR RENOVATION*
Argh rebuildation!
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Post by Oz on Oct 3, 2003 18:46:17 GMT -5
Oz snuffed his f*g out on the bar counter. " Bloody 'ell it's the Road Warrior's Shotgun. If i remember correctly MFP issue coach gun. Look at the inscription."
Everyone leans foward to have a gander at the aging weapon. Burned in the wooden butt stock were the Words: M. Rockatansky, The Dark One Car 1408. Tycho the Bar keep takes it from the Traveler and examines it admiringly.
" I remember the day the Roadwarrior came into Barter town." he said. " Tore up the Barter Master's Den he did. Blew that one guards men Feather headress nuts clean off his head with this. 'Mazing marksman ship. Though this gun probably won't last long, seieng as there is no bore solvent left to clean it."
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Post by Oz on Jun 5, 2003 19:38:18 GMT -5
Oz chuckeled lighting up a hand rolled ciggarete with a tarnished zippo. He exhaled the smoke and stood up.
" Ya know that raggedy man? Word on the streets he is the roadwarrior; i.e. saviour of the great nothered tribe. Anyway seems he made a deal with Aunty to ice Blaster so she could regain control over master. Almost worked to cept' raggedy got a soft heart and let it slip out of his fingers, literally. You saw the fight in the t dome?" Oz took another puff. " Anyway this "road Warrior" left behind a few souveneirs the arms kepper let me have."
Tycho came up to Oz from behind laying his grilled rabbit on the counter. Oz turned to his meal. that kid named roadkill spoke up.
" Yeah what he leave?"
Oz chuckeled and reached into his jacket. First he pulled out a weathered sawn he stuck up the giggolo's nose. He threw a few shells on the counter, Next out came a polished colt anaconda and finally geiger counter. The barkeep's eyes widened.
" He let you have that?" Tycho murmered.
" Hellz yeah, He figured barter town was going under might as well clean out the old store room."
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Post by Oz on Jun 3, 2003 20:38:52 GMT -5
Giggy is trying to get his thang on with Tbot when a sanw of double barreled is shoved up his nose.
" Leave the bloody siren alone ombre."
Giggy backed off as the mystery man pushed past him holstering his shotgun. He sits at the bar and slaps a dead rabbit down on the counter.
" Cut that up, grill it and get me a drink bartender." Said the hooded mystery man. He turned to the others in the bar; The halfmasked Entity, the Siren, The steaming Giggolo, and that other guy.
" Ya' wanna hear a story. I got one for ya'"
In the time before the Wastes, the leaders of the land said that their great weapons were built as sentinels of peace. So full of confidence, so ruined by ego, our leaders cut a daring path into the future. A path now littered with the corpses of their followers. Their pride overcame them, and they misjudged their enemies - enemies they themselves had forged from their desire for armed supremacy. Those times were filled with dark machines - man was ruled by them. They knew nothing of the hunt, nothing of fighting for water and territory. Man was weak, and fat from his luxury. This weakness was exploited by the land's enemies across the ocean. They defeated our blind princes, and conquered our weak people, but they made a grave error. They were right in believing the people weak, for they were. However, they failed to realize the extent of their selfishness. You see, my friend, the Wastes were not our enemies' doing. They were our own. We could not stand the thought of enemies occupying our territories, so we took the only option left to us. We destroyed them. Every city was burned with the High Fire. Every crop was diseased with the Grey. The very old and the very young were the first to die. The Grey took them as it took our crops. The High Fire ravaged the East and made it uninhabitable; many left that bleak place for a better home in the West, only to find that the Grey had taken nearly everything. Now we scrounge as rats, when once we gorged ourselves as kings. We kill for food, water and gasoline. We kill to survive the Wastes. The weapons that our fallen soldiers once commanded are now within our grip. Life is not as it was then - soft, warm, easy. We cannot live as they did, we have only one goal:
To see the dawn."
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Oz
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Post by Oz on Mar 13, 2004 6:47:22 GMT -5
CRASH!
The rotten floor boards of the old place splinter from below. From the fresh hole, out crawls Oz, holding The Roadwarrior's smoking double barreled in one hand and an extremely Archaic Webeley Mk 6 revolver in the other. The oversized tactical googles he wears around his head are covered with the dust and grime of the wastes. His weapons like everything else in the world, show extreme signs of wear. He crawls out of the hole and looks around at the bewildered patrons.
" Well 'ello Guv'na." He says to Tycho. " Say did i happen to miss closing time?"
" Considering the fact you left my bar to rot out here." He replied.
Oz chuckles and breaks open his shotgun, puling out the two used up shells and tossing them aside. He pulls out two more and checks both of them, one crumbles in his hand. He turns to Tycho.
" You mind?" He asks.
Tycho reaches inside his lost and found box and pulls out a handful of good shells. Oz checks them and loads one into his prized weapon. Snapping it shut.
" What about your revolver?" Roadkill asks.
" 4 rounds in the cylindar." Oz said breaking it open. He turns to Tycho. " You don't happen to have any .455's in that magic box of yours does ya?"
Tycho shakes his head no.
" Alright girls and boys." He said snapping the revolver shut. " Let's give 'em hell."
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Oz
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Post by Oz on Feb 6, 2004 7:18:51 GMT -5
Oz dropped his cart and jumped into a burrow under the dilapitated cafe'.
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Oz
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Post by Oz on Feb 5, 2004 21:43:28 GMT -5
Oz stopped his futile yelling at the desert and turned to the traveler.
" Flyers eh?" He asked, grinning wildly.
Just then the angry roar of appraoching vehicles filled the distant air. Dust was being kicked up on the horizon, by the vermin's appraoching vehicles.
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