Hugh is a pyro. Don’t play with fire, kids.
The Ground Zero Bar
You enter the Ground Zero nightclub. It’s a kinda secluded place, away from Needles and Quartz, but still close by. The place is lit by some red lights, which cast a very sinister glow upon this room in particular. You see the patrons…most of them gangers and punks. Looking closely, you notice that all of the gangers are members of the Badland Originals. A rather large man with a mohawk smokes a cigarette, standing behind the bar. You hear extremely loud musicbeing played to the east. Glancing over, you see people slam-dancing in a moshpit while some punk band screams vulgar lyrics into the microphone. To the north is a huge metal door. To the west is a dark room concealed by a curtain. To the south of here is the front door…leading out into the wastes. Minion, the most brutal bartender in all the wastes, stands here. You see the all-too-familiar Guns N’ Booze Vending Machine(tm) sitting in the corner.
Bitterman Andyc, the Civilian Hugh, the Street Chum [idle 1m] Kristian, the Private
Hugh stumbles into the room.
Bitterman arches his eyebrow.
Hugh collapses onto a stool.
Andyc looks at Hugh.
Andyc ignores the newcomer.
Hugh says: Sure was hot today….
Andyc shrugs.
Hugh turns away to face the bar.
Hugh looks at Bitterman.
Bitterman shrugs.
Hugh opens a black trench coat.
Hugh takes a few wooden matches.
Hugh closes a black trench coat.
Hugh strikes a wooden match and it bursts into flame.
Hugh stares into the flame.
The wooden match flickers a little.
Andyc shrugs.
Hugh stares into the flame.
Bitterman arches his eyebrow, and looks at Hugh.
Hugh gets bored of his little game.
Hugh leaves north.
Bitterman asks: He is going to set the building on fire?
Andyc shrugs, “I hope not.”
Hugh enters.
Hugh walks over to the vending machine.
Bitterman sniffs the air, “He’s back, and I don’t smell smoke.. guess he didn’t set the building on fire.”
Andyc nods at Bitterman.
Hugh wonders if the vending machine is flammable.
Kristian enters.
Hugh looks at Kristian.
Hugh wonders if Kristian is flammable….
Hugh strikes a wooden match and it bursts into flame.
Bitterman arches his eyebrow, looking at the door.
Kristian enters somewhat hesintantly, almost knowing his curiosity is going to cost him.
The wooden match flickers a little.
Hugh forgets plan and stares at the flame.
Andyc looks over at the newcomer and shrugs.
Kristian seems almost surprised to find breathing occupants, standing just inside the door, a blank expression on his face.
Bitterman shrugs, looking back at the bar.
Kristian scratches his head, after looking at the other occupants. He saunters somewhat uncomfortably over to the bar.
Bitterman looks at Kristian, wondering exactly when he’s going to piss his pants from fear.
Kristian seems rather shaky to say the least, his Armoured coat giving him a inkling of reassurance. At least it almost covers up his Ranger insignias. Almost.
Bitterman sighs, “You got alot of balls, for a toy soldier.”
Andyc shrugs, “Nah, they’re always coming in here.”
Kristian scratches his head, before looking over to Bitterman.
Bitterman nods at Andyc, “Not alone.”
Andyc smirks, “Well, if they’re not stupid, they don’t come alone.”
Bitterman checks the rank on Kristian’s fatigues, “Ain’ he’s a Private too.”
Hugh realises Kristian is a ranger.
Hugh swaggers over to Kristian.
Bitterman says: Uh oh, here comes pyro.
Hugh strikes a wooden match and it bursts into flame.
Hugh holds match up to Kristian.
The wooden match flickers a little.
Hugh waves the match around.
Kristian blinks, feeling a really good time to leave would be…15 minutes ago.
Andyc grins, “You think I should… interupt?”
Bitterman shrugs, “Nah, not yet.”
Andyc grins.
Kristian looks at Hugh the way a cow looks at an oncoming freight train.
Bitterman says to Andyc, “I wonder if he’s thought to blow?”
Andyc snicker, “If he has, I won’t get anything to do.”
Bitterman says: Maybe if he sweats enough, he’ll put it out.
Andyc laughs.
The wooden match burns out of existance.
Hugh mumbles “damnnit”
Hugh bellows: “Crush your enemies.. see them driven before you! Hear the lamentations of their women!”
Hugh grins to himself and walks stiffly up the bar.
Hugh strikes a wooden match and it bursts into flame.
Hugh holds the match under the bar.
The wooden match flickers a little.
Bitterman blinks.
Hugh hugh starts a small fire on the end of the bar.
Bitterman says: OK Andy, he’s trying to set the building on fire now.
Hugh laughs.
Andyc laughs, “He’s gonna burn the place down.”
Hugh watches the fire grow.
Bitterman asks: How’d that old saying go?
Bitterman notices the fire get bigger, “Bah, no time for song. I think we should do something.”
Andyc suddenly stops, “Hey! I’m not gonna sit here and watch the only active Pit go down in flames!”
Bitterman thinks for a minute, “Man, Devil is gonna be pissed.”
Hugh shields his eyes from the growing intensity of the blaze.
Bitterman takes a military canteen from your black leather jacket.
Bitterman opens a military canteen.
Bitterman splashes some water on the fire.
Hugh opens a black leather Badland Originals jacket.
Hugh takes a military canteen.
Hugh opens a military canteen.
Hugh takes a swig of water and emits a sigh of satisfaction: ‘Aaaah.’
Hugh puts a military canteen in the black leather Badland Originals jacket.
Bitterman looks over to Kristian, “Hey, boy scout, got any water?”
Kristian backing away from the fire, he looks over to the others, digging aruond in his various pockets. He looks to Bitterman, and shakes his head.
Bitterman says: Bah.. useless good for nothing boy scout.
Bitterman removes your black leather jacket.
Bitterman whips at the fire with his jacket, trying to drown it out.
Kristian finally produces a Canteen, looking at the intensity of the flames.
Hugh ponders the growing danger of the flames reaching the roof.
Kristian throws what little remained in his Canteen at the fires, looking pathetically dumbfounded after seeing it have little effect.
Kristian looks over to Hugh, frowning somewhat.
Bitterman continues beating at the fire with his jacket, making a little progress.
Kristian removes his lightweight armored coat.
Kristian following Bittermans lead, he also begins smothering the flames.
Hugh sighs as the fire starts to die down, having consumed most of its fuel (the bar)
Hugh ducks as a bottle of rotgut explodes in a shower of glass and flames.
Bitterman dodges to the side, seeing the bottle, and manages to avoid getting hit.
Kristian mumbles something incoherently, looking over at the exploding bottle, before concentrating on the task at hand.
Hugh crosses his arms and leans against the opposite wall, grinning smugly.
Bitterman thinks for a moment.
Bitterman takes a damaged plastic bucket from your black leather jacket.
Bitterman runs to the west for a moment.
–At this point Bitterman runs to the bathrooms of Ground Zero
Bitterman runs back in, the bucket filled with what appears to be urine. Bitterman splashes it on the fire.
Hugh looks shocked.
The fire sizzles, and pops, as it dies down.
Kristian blinks, looking at his now-urine drenched coat.
Hugh slaps his face.
Bitterman throws a damaged plastic bucket at Hugh. It bounces off of his head, and lands in front of his feet.
Bitterman mumbles, “crazy bastard”
Kristian frowns heavily. “Damn it, you could’ve let me get out of the way first…” He sighs.
Bitterman says: Hey. You don’t want to see what I was going to throw on it if that didn’t work.
Hugh emits a high pitched wheezing noise.
Kristian thinks about that prospect a moment.
Kristian says: You’re right. I dont.
Bitterman nods, and sits down at the bar.
Bitterman sighs.
Hugh composes himself and walks over to the bar again.
Kristian, wishing he had gloves, begins to wring-out his Jacket, sighing.
Bitterman shrugs, “Hey, sorry man.”
Kristian doesn’t look up to the voice. “Yeah yeah.”
Hugh buys a bottle of Rotgut.
Hugh opens a bottle of Rotgut.
Hugh takes a swig of Rotgut and makes a face of disgust.
Hugh offers the bottle around.
Bitterman shakes his head, “No, that’s alright, flame boy.”
Bitterman shrugs, “Alright, but next time a buildings on fire, don’t expect me to save you.”
Hugh shrugs.
Kristian shakes his jacket. “I just bought this, too.” He sighs, before approaching the Bar. “Hey, anyone wanna buy a Coat?”
Bitterman shakes his head at Kris.
Kristian drops a lightweight armored coat.
Kristian throws the Coat over his shoulder. “More Cash wasted.”
Bitterman gives Kristian 250 dollars.
Bitterman says: Sorry bout the coat.
Hugh asks: You gonna want that coat?
Kristian frowns at the money. “You sure about this? Giving Cash to a Ranger, and all?”
Bitterman shrugs, “Well I did ruin your coat.”
Kristian gives Bitterman some money.
Kristian gives it back. “I dont want it, But thanks.”
Kristian looks over to Hugh. “You want it? It’s yours.”
Part Two
Devil, leader of the Badland Originals, enters the bar. Shortly after the fire dies out. Poor Hugh…
The Ground Zero Bar
You enter the Ground Zero nightclub. It’s a kinda secluded place, away from Needles and Quartz, but still close by. The place is lit by some red lights, which cast a very sinister glow upon this room in particular. You see the patrons…most of them gangers and punks. Looking closely, you notice that all of the gangers are members of the Badland Originals. A rather large man with a mohawk smokes a cigarette, standing behind the bar. You hear extremely loud musicbeing played to the east. Glancing over, you see people slam-dancing in a moshpit while some punk band screams vulgar lyrics into the microphone. To the north is a huge metal door. To the west is a dark room concealed by a curtain. To the south of here is the front door…leading out into the wastes. Minion, the most brutal bartender in all the wastes, stands here. You see the all-too-familiar Guns N’ Booze Vending Machine(tm) sitting in the corner.
Bitterman Andyc, the Civilian Hugh, the Street Chum Kristian, the Private Devil, the Urk
Devil enters.
Bitterman nods at Devil.
Hugh says: Hey there.
Bitterman says: Hey man.
Devil steps in, looking around. He stops, opens his mouith to say something, and pauses. “Why do I smell smoke…. and piss?”
Hugh looks worried.
Bitterman chuckles.
Kristian looks to Devil, before back to Bitterman.
Bitterman points over at Hugh, “Eh.. pyro boy over there.. lit a match, and set the bar on fire.”
Bitterman says: I’d think by now you’d be used to the urine smell tho.
Devil scratches his bald, tattooed head, and stands there for a moment. “He lit the bar on fire?”
Devil digs around in his black pack, and pulls out the menacing “Demon 550” double-barrel shotgun.
Bitterman nods, “At first he was going for toy soldier over there, but he changed his mind.”
Devil sighs, listening to Bitter talk as he slowly loads up his large shotgun. “Rrrrealy… he lit the bar… on fire?”
Bitterman nods, as he steps away from the bar, “That’s right.”
Hugh points to Kristian and says “it was his fault”
Devil examines the bar closely, scrutinizingf the scorch-marks.
Kristian frowns. “My fault?! Hah.”
Hugh says: He came into the bar all fancied up, practically asked me to set it on fire"
Devil stands there, with a dumbfound look on his face. “…how is it his fault? You idigit!”
Devil steps over to Hugh, and grabs him around the back of his neck with a powerful claw-like hand, and quickly yanks him over to the bar.
Hugh winces.
Hugh tries to break free, flailing arms wildly.
Devil slams his elbow into Hugh’s neck, driving his head into the urine-soaked bar.
Devil holds his head there, against the ashes and piss. “Now, Hugh, lick that shit up. You made the mess, now clean it up.”
Bitterman glances over at Andyc, “I got $5 on Hugh.. to not be able to speak after this.”
Andyc grins at Bitterman, “I won’t take that bet, I’ll lose.”
Hugh says: Eeewww.
Bitterman glances over to Kris, “Say, do you like violence?”
Devil smiles, tightening his grip. “Ranger, come here. Now.”
Bitterman says: Oh well, too late to run..
Kristian returns Bittermans look, then looks to Devil. “Uh…Why?”
Kristian gulps.
Devil lifts his shotgun one handed, narrowing his eyes. the LAser-sight appears on Kristian’s forehead. “Please, I insist.”
Kristian looks up to the dot on his forehead. “Hey, if i really wanted to burn down your bar, why the hell would i try to put it out, and risk getting soaked in urine??”
Devil turns his attention back over to Kristian. A smile crosses “You’re just too much for me, Ranger…”
Devil shifts his aim, and fires a blast of bucksgot directed at Kris’s left arm.
Bitterman winces.
Bitterman says: And he seemed like such a nice guy..
Bitterman shrugs.
Bitterman says: Damn toy soldiers.
Hugh tries to turn his head to watch.
Kristian is thrown to the bar, bones snapping, and blood staining the bar. He screams in pain, gritting his teeth.
Devil lowers the smoking shotgun, and drives Hugh’s head deeper into the bar. “Now, when a rather menacing gang leader asks nicely for you to come here… you usually do it without having to question why.”
Devil smirks, “Now, you didn’t. And in turn, you got shot. I was only going to ask you to hold his arms… I bet you feel reeeeal dumb now.”
Bitterman looks down, seeming unphased by the raw carnage, “What’s with people gettin’ shot arround here.”
Hugh begins to giggle.
Kristian speaks through his gritted teeth. “Yeah….i’ll try and remember that for next time.”
Devil tosses the shotgun up, catching it by both barrels, and drives the pistol grip into the back of Hugh’s head. “And you… what the FUCK do you think you’re doing, setting MY fucking bar on fire!?”
Hugh winces and says: “oh this was YOUR bar?”
Andyc laughs, “$100 says he don’t even know what gang he’s in.”
Bitterman rummages through his jacket for some medical supplies, “God damn he’s a retard.”
Kristian picks up his mangled arm, grunting with the intense pain. Blood continues to trickle from the wound.
Bitterman takes a trauma pack from your black leather jacket.
Bitterman drops a trauma pack.
Bitterman kicks the trauma pack over to Kris.
Kristian picks it up almost instantly, and begins rapidly using the contents.
Devil snarls, “Andy… . do me a favor. Pull down Hugh’s pants for me. If I let go, he’ll try toi run.”
Hugh kicks his legs wildly.
Hugh knocks over a chair.
Andyc looks over at Devil, “Er, ok..” He walks towards Hugh and grabs him by the legs.
Andyc takes the opportunity to rip Hugh’s pants down to around his ankles. He takes a step back, “Done.”
Andyc grins, “A rather odd request, though.”
Hugh fumbles for his pants with a free hand.
Bitterman shrugs, “At least he didn’t ask me… for Hugh’s sake.”
Devil looks over to Hugh, with his naked ass hanging out. “Ok… Now, Andy…” he pauses, handing Andy a shotgun shell. “Crack the round open, and pour the gun-powder into my hand.”
Hugh kicks wildly.
Devil grins evilly. “I’m going to make this interesting.”, as he continues to hold Hugh tightlyl in place.
Bitterman asks: Should I get a lit match ready Devil?
Hugh flails his arms about.
Devil shakes his head, and nods to Bitter, showing the lit cigarette in his lips. “Nah. Black Death does it all…”
Bitterman nods.
Andyc places the round in the palm of his left hand and snaps the round with his right, he flings the broken shell away and carefully pours the powder into Devil’s hand.
Hugh tries to kick Andy.
Andyc is jabbed in the leg as he pulls his hands back, he growls and walks back to where Bitterman is standing.
Kristian continues to nurse his arm, which is now bandaged. He watches, mumbling to himself. “Didn’t see any of this shit on those Career posters…”
Bitterman knees down beside Kris, and points up at the giant freak holding Hugh, “That’s Devil, leader of the Badlanders. Nice guy, eh?”
Kristian says: Yeah, he’s real neighbourly.
Devil grins, and pours the powder and buckshot all over Hugh’s exposed ass-crack.
Hugh wails.
Andyc says, “Man, Davil’s really going for something spectacular today.”
Devil spits his cigarette out onto Hugh’s butt, igniting the gunpowder. The result is a loud “POP!”, and a lot of smoke.
Hugh screams.
Andyc says, “Ouch, nasty.” He smirks.
Hugh continues to scream.
Bitterman nods, “It’s advised that you don’t piss him off.. incase you didn’t figure that out… boy, nothing like in field training, eh Ranger.”
Kristian nods to Bitterman. “You can say that again.”
Devil chuckles, pulling Hugh off of the bar, and throwing him backwards onto the floor, hoping he’ll land on his charred ass. “Well now… everybody. This is what happens to pyromaniacs when they like to use my place as fucking kindle.”
Hugh runs out of breath momentarily, and starts to scream again.
Devil buys a bottle of Rotgut.
Hugh moans and clutches his arse, which makes it hurt more.
Andyc laughs, “Well, that’ll serve as a good reminder not to try and burn the place down.”
Kristian shakes his head slowly. “Wait ’till i tell the guys back at base about this one.”
Bitterman looks up at Devil, “Damn, if this is what you do to people who are _in_ the gang..”
Hugh begins to sob.
Devil yawns, and steps over to Bitterman and Kris. He offers his hand to Kris. “I’m Dev… sorry about the whole shotgun to the arm thing. I’m just a bit short-fused this fine morning.”
Devil hands Kris the bottle of Rotgut. “Drink this. It’ll take the pain off your arm, for a few hours at least.”
Devil gives a bottle of Rotgut to Kristian.
Kristian still wincing, he takes the hand with his good arm. “Uh…Yeah. I’m Kristian, but everyone calls me Kris.”
Hugh groans and breathes heavily.
Devil shakes Kristian’s hand. “I run this place.. I’m surprised your arm is still attached… I must be getting innacurate…”
Kristian he nods, accepting the Rotgut. “Yeah..well, any closer and the lower half of my arm would be pasted to the fucking Bar. But thanks for the Rotgut.”
Devil nods to Kris. “Yeah… drinking booze for breakfast adn chasing it with… uhh… more booze.. well, it does a lot of damage to your aim, when you’re toting a 20 lb shotgun with one hand.”
Kristian can’t help but smirk to Dev. “True.”
Bitterman nods, “I’m Bitterman.. I run a little thing called The Pit.” He offers his hand to Kris, but seeing he’s in no condition for a hand shake, he shrugs.
Kristian he smiles to Bitterman. “Nice to meet you. Oh, and thanks for the Medpack.”
Bitterman nods.
Bitterman says: You’re lucky I had one on me.
Hugh passes out.
Andyc smirks.
Devil smirks, “Will someone please throw that pyro fucker and his hermatically-sealed asshole outside?
Kristian says: Hey, you want the leftovers? Theres still some gauze and stuff left.
Bitterman shakes his head.
Bitterman says: Nah, that’s alright, keep it man.
Kristian nods. “Thanks alot. Dont normally meet many people with your kinda…Well…generousity.”
Devil scratches his stubbled chin. “Yep… that’s Bitter, for you. .. hey, Andy, do me a favor, man. Throw him outside, and let the birds eat’em. When he wakes up with his ass burnt closed and vultures eating his nose… he’ll reconsider playing with matches.”
Andyc shrugs at the other occupants of the bar, and grabs Hugh by his collar.
Hugh mumbles something inaudibly.
Andyc grips onto the collar and pulls on if, lifting Hugh’s head a few feet in the air.
Kristian pours some of the Rotgut onto his wound.
Andyc nods and Devil and snickers, we walks towards the door, dragging Hugh behind him.
Kristian grits his teeth yet again as the Rotgut bites onto his wound.
Hugh twitches.
Andyc leaves south.
Hugh leaves south.
Andyc walks back in and heads for the bar.
Andyc looks over at Minion.
Minion says: Hey, Dev?
Devil looks to Minion. “Yeah?”
Minion says: Who the hell’s gonna clean up all this piss?
Devil shrugs at Minion.
Devil says nonchalantly: “Have we ever cleaned it up before?”
Minion says: Oh yeah…
Devil adjusts his nostril piercings. “Well… that was particularly brutal, huh guys?”
Andyc smirks, “It was.”
Devil chuckles, “Thanks, Andy. "
Bitterman shrugs, “Eh, I thought it was kinda mild.”
Bitterman says: I give it a 8 on originality tho.
Kristian nods in agreement. “I think that rates about a 7 on the brutality meter.”
Devil chuckles at Bitter. “Well, if he wasn’t in my gang, I would’ve just stapled his testicles to the bar , while I punched him in the face until he fell over backward.”
Bitterman nods, “The classic nut staple.. yeah..”
Devil grins. “Nothing sucks more than being separated from your genitals.”
Andyc nods, “True.”
Devil leans on the bar, not seeming to care about the piss and ash all over the top of it. “But, the Ass-Fusion was just a spur of the moment thing…”
Minion says: You’re weird, boss…