Banished/Arrival

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-	You find yourself on a old free way, cutting straight through a dry, bleak landscape. The ground is cracked. A hundred old car wrecks line the roadroad.	+	You're sitting in an APC with your hands cuffed to a metal railing behind your back and you've got a bag over your head. Even though you can't see, you can feel the vehicle moving; it's been driving for what seems like an eternity. It's been mostly quiet, but you know there are other convicts with you. And of course, thers's the New Hope gendarmes that are guarding you.
-	New Athens--your home, where you've spent your entite life--is nowhere to be seen; it was expectd obviously, but you've never been outside and you shudder.	+	"It's a shame that we have to kick out such a babe, right?"
-	You stand together with six other people, condemned criminals just like you. The gendarmes who brought you here--wearing black uniforms, barretts and combat vestsare--are loitering around the parked APC, stretcing their legs, joking, lighting cigarettes, you hear one taking a leak behind their vehicle. They're cheerfull. You and your fellow convicts however are not, and you exchange worried glances. One of them is middle aged, with grey hair and glasses. He looks like a family man. Another is his opposite, clean shaven and scarred with a predatory look about him and tatoos. The third one is a severly overweight woman in her thirtees, with tears rolling down her eyes. The forth one is a guy, twentysomething, who's trying to put on a tough face. The fifth one is a middle aged man with a tired, resigned look in his eyes; you know him, he's a known drunk. The sixth one is a pretty woman in her late twenties. The seventh is a untidy guy with a lazy eye and teeth to big.	+	"Yeah, she's gorgeous."
-	The saergent steps forward.	+	You feel a hand on your thigh, and you realize that the guards are talking about you. You shake your leg a few times, and he eventually lets go but not before ggiving you a squeeze.
-	"We've got som presents for you." They grab a couple of backpacks from the APC, one for each convict, and throws them in a pile on the ground. "But before we let you scuttle off to enjoy your new home, we're going to have a little competition."	+	"The Wasteland's going to love you, baby. "
-	He smiles.	+	You shift nervously and try not to think about where you're going. Everything you know about life outside of New Hope you learned from movies, but if it's half way as bad, well... no, ''que sera sera'': Whatever will be, will be. The ride drags along, you relive every significant point in your life, thinking about the people you've met and the choices you've made.
-	"One of you is going to be the ''gimp''; he won't get a backpack, and we'll leave the hand cuffs on..."	+	The APC stops.
-	Four stones is placed on the ground, forming a square, and you start to get a feeling for whats going on. It's a makeshift fighting ring.	+	"Ladies and gentlemen. This is your stop."
-	"You're going to step in the ring and slug it out, it's going to be a tournament, and then we'll decide who's lost. The ''winner'' will get the extra backpack. The loser won't get shit."	+	Someone unfastens you from the metal bar but leave the cuffs on, then drags you to your feet and pulls you out of the vehicle. You feel asphalt under your feet and the sun on your skin. It's warm outside.
-	[[Banished/Roadside boxing, awsome!|You nod a few time and stares at your fellow convicts with a wicked smile; this is a great idea, and you'll be happy to smash a few faces.]]	+	"I'm going to take the bag of, but don't move or you'll get shot." You feel what can only be the barrel of a gun press against your soft breast, and you nod.
-	[[Banished/Roadside boxing, reluctant|You shift nervously. You really don't want to do this, but you have no choice.]]
-	[[Banished/Roadside boxing, refuse|You take a step back and stares straight at the saergent. "I'm not taking part in your twisted game. I refuse to fight."]]	+	The hood is pulled of.
-	[[Banished/Roadside boxing, alternative|There's nothing to be gained from fighting, but perhaps you can use your feminine charms to satisfy them instead]]	+
		+	[[Banished/Arrival party|You blink a few times before your eyes adjust to the strong sunlight]]
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Current revision as of 21:13, 19 March 2017

You're sitting in an APC with your hands cuffed to a metal railing behind your back and you've got a bag over your head. Even though you can't see, you can feel the vehicle moving; it's been driving for what seems like an eternity. It's been mostly quiet, but you know there are other convicts with you. And of course, thers's the New Hope gendarmes that are guarding you.

"It's a shame that we have to kick out such a babe, right?"

"Yeah, she's gorgeous."

You feel a hand on your thigh, and you realize that the guards are talking about you. You shake your leg a few times, and he eventually lets go but not before ggiving you a squeeze.

"The Wasteland's going to love you, baby. "

You shift nervously and try not to think about where you're going. Everything you know about life outside of New Hope you learned from movies, but if it's half way as bad, well... no, que sera sera: Whatever will be, will be. The ride drags along, you relive every significant point in your life, thinking about the people you've met and the choices you've made.

The APC stops.

"Ladies and gentlemen. This is your stop."

Someone unfastens you from the metal bar but leave the cuffs on, then drags you to your feet and pulls you out of the vehicle. You feel asphalt under your feet and the sun on your skin. It's warm outside.

"I'm going to take the bag of, but don't move or you'll get shot." You feel what can only be the barrel of a gun press against your soft breast, and you nod.

The hood is pulled of.

You blink a few times before your eyes adjust to the strong sunlight