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, lighting cigarettes. They seem You and your fellow convicts are dressed grey jump suits; a quickl glance lets you form an opinion: a grey heard guy with glasses, a...	+	"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.
-	"Allright, first of all, we've got som presents for you." The soldiers grabs 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, we're going to have a little competition."	+	"The Wasteland's going to love you, baby. "
-	He gives a cruel smile.	+	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 won't get a backpack, and we'll leave the hand cuffs on. But who?"	+	The APC stops.
-	He places four stones on the ground, and you're starting 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 the loser. 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 step up to the ring, you have no problem with this. Who's getting the first asskicking.]]	+	"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 really don't want to do this, but you have no choice.]]
-	[[Banished/Roadside boxing, refuse|You shake your head. "I'm not taking part in your twisted game.]]	+	The hood is pulled of.
-	[[Banished/Roadside boxing, alternative|You don't want to fight; perhaps you can offer yourself to 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