Well, this day went better than expected...
It took some time to find where the hell John is, but I managed it.
I had been given a job of being a guard, is all. Wanted me to guard a local shop who paid 'em for protection.
So I just had to sit around and do nothin'...
That was it... Besides the fact that I noticed a few... oddities with this place, as in the world itself.
One of them being that this world is based off of an anime...
Genuinely. I looked around and saw people act weirdly...
(I still can't get the image of a kid somehow having fucking puppy dog eyes. It was fucking creepy.)
Other than that, I made a request to have a place to live, but I was turned down, saying that I "need to do more jobs for them" and "earn their trust in order for them to provide housing."
Which, makes sense to be honest, but I don't want to live a week on the streets!...
Also, I explored more of the PDA and actually crafted something!... Granted, it's made out of trash and has a quality of shittiness to it, as it is made of scrap that I found lying around.
But I wanted to test it!...
Another thing that happened was that the store I was guarding was in the middle of a robbery... Oops...
Other than all of that happening in my day, it was pretty normal... (Still fucking creeped out by the puppy dog eyes. It's like I get the sudden urge tp call an exorcist and a priest. Seriously. How is that thing considered cute?)
- Thomas, no time or date, shit...
Thomas woke up in his bed roll with a yawn and a stretch. "Hoooo-leee shit. Good sleep..." He said out loud.
He checks his surroundings, seeing that they are the same as last night (He fell asleep on another roof top).
"Well, nothing bad... yet." He says, sitting up and starts climbing out of his bed roll...
"What?" He utters, as he noticed that right next to him, a bird had dropped it's fecal bomb next to him.
"Oh, you-. No. If you fucks want to play that game, I am gonna build a turret that will shoot you feathery fuckheads down or make you explode from the sheer fucking force of a bullet. No, that isn't enough. I'll use a tank shell to kill you." He says, swearing his hatred against birds, (and filing it in his head, next to his plan to kill all dogs in this world for being such a pain in the ass for him.)
Thomas sighs dissapointingly, "The fuck am I doing with my life?" He utters, shaking his head, before shrugging off his previous thoughts and saying "Eh, don't care."
He sets his backpack up right (he used it as a pillow again), opened it up and took the PDA out.
He turned it on and got greeted by the PDA's introduction again.
PDA Mk. MMI - On-The-Go Mega Builder and Blueprinter. (OTGoM-BoB)
"And... it's loading." He says in annoyance, mainly because he has to wait for some time.
After it was done loading, it greeted him with-.
FUCK YOU, BALTIMORE!
"Ha! still nice." He says to himself, before going to the blueprint tab and searching blueprints on the device.
"Hold on, let's try..." He mutters, typing into the search field.
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[Yukari Yakumo "Summoning" Ritual] -
While some things can be "built", there are some where you just can't. You can't exactly BUILD this character, but you can try summoning them... Not adviced though. They can still decide if they want to come or not, the "Summoning" ritual is just a way to act as an inter-dimensional lighthouse to attempt to catch their attention.
[Yukari Yakumo's clothing sets] -
For if you want to do dress up! This blueprint collection will help you out nicely!
(We can't be sued interdimensionally, so piss off! And if you think you can, I will personally travel through time and space to kick your ass!)
"..." The man says nothing, as he kept re-reading the first search result.
"I... I don't know what I expected, really..." He finally says to himself. He then ponders on a question he has about himself...
"Am I considered as a weeb for wanting a girlfriend? And that the first thought came to mind was-. YEP. yes, most certainly. Not finishing that fucking thought!" He stops thinking, paling from his revelation.
He stands there, staring into the distance for about 5 minutes, before finally uttering "I need some tea. I actually need some fucking tea and forget about this event."
He looks down at the PDA-. "Fucking, CANCEL RESULTS, NEW SEARCH!" He hisses, not wanting the thoughts to come back.
With a cough, he collects his thoughts, "Right. Got a bit carried away. How about I search for..." and he types in another set of letters, arranged to make a name/word.
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[Crow's Mechanical Arm] -
A giant purple mechanical arm, designed to do powerful punches and launch grenades! (A full set can endure and absorb extreme concussive forces!) Add-ons come seperate to the arm.
This fantastic arm was designed AND built by Crow! It is designed for the right arm!... It was also made to REPLACE the arm, bones and all. (But atleast you can throw powerfull punches!... It isn't as strong as Saxton Hale's own fists though.)
"Oh, nice!" He whispers, then whistles right after, "That is extremelly nice! Too bad I have to lose an arm to use it." He then pauses for a moment, "But what if I just..." He quietly mutters.
He cancels the search results yet again and types in another set of words.
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[Saxton Hale's phone number!] -
DO YOU FEEL LIKE A PANSY?! DO YOU NEED A GOOD MAN TO TEACH YOU HOW TO BE MANLY AND HOW TO FIGHT WITH ONLY BARE FISTS?! OR DO YOU WANT ME, SAXTON HALE, TO GO ABOUT AND DESTROY EVERYTHING THERE IS?! OR MAYBE YOU NEED SOME SOUND BUSINESS SENSE THAT WOULD RIVAL EVEN THE MOST MONOPOLIZING COMPANIES?!
IF SO, THEN YOU FOUND THE RIGHT MAN FOR THE JOB! I WILL MAKE IT SO THAT ANY SCENE WILL BE ACTION-PACKED FUN FOR EVERYONE! EVEN THE SADDEST MOMENTS WILL BE ACTION-PACKED!
(COME ON, USE IT! YOU KNOW YOU WANT TO!)
"..." Thomas silently stares at the screen, before chuckling "Maybe when I am in an incredibly tight situation, I'd use you."
He searches for another item in the field.
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[the Truly Dapper Hat of Disputing with Gentlemanly Fashion] -
A truly dapper hat indeed. Comes in many different colors for the user. It is most famously used in the Victorian streets of London, but very few have it nowadays, as the original hat-maker died with his business.
It gives the user the ability to dispute anything they come across.
And for times when disputing becomes impossible to do, it is equiped with proper self-defense mechanisms, fit for a gentleman.
It has the ability to give the user incredibly strong legs when jumping, making them essentially a human projectile, whilst also giving them the ability to stop themself in time, to allow waiting for the perfect moment for striking their foe.
"I think I know what business venture I'll start doing in the future." Thomas says, thinking about his long-term stay. "A clothes shop as a disguise for future plans is an excellent place..." He admits to himself, "No one would expect a clothes shop to have anything else, other than clothing related items."
Thomas does one more search, typing in something that he should've done before hand.
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[A map pf the local area!] -
Do you ever just get confused where anything is? Do you ever just wonder: "Where the fuck am I now"? Or do you overall have such horrid skill in directions, that you just get lost instantly?
Well, this will help with the first two proplems! A map of your local area! Giving the bare essentials on locations that are commonly marked on a map! (That means that military related things won't be marked, unless it is public information).
Oh, and we will specifically mark how many times you requested this blueprint.
Current amount: 0
"Cheeky, are ya?" Thomas mutters, before sighing, "Come on then. I need to navigate." He adds, already feeling grave annoyance.
He opens the map and sees where he is and finds where he needs to go. "Steinfold Street... Funny name, that is." He says to himself and begins walking in the given direction...
- 1 Hour Later -
Guard Duty
"Steinfold street. Apparently that's the place." Thomas says to himself, looking up at a street sign.
He then looks around, seeing the decrepit buildings, which causes him to frown. "Hard times, huh?... I bet this place had dealt with a lot of gang violence..." Thomas whispers, eyeing some of the buildings that have boarded windows.
He continues walking down the street, until he spots a sign that gained his interest. "The Merry Wanker's Bar, huh? Seems like an unfortunate name." He comments.
The building looks more rundown than the rest. It looks like a building you find in an old western film, but older. The sign though was placed more recently, made to glow during the night. Some of the wooden boards are replaced with newer ones, whilst some of the older ones are loose. The entrance doors are also replaced, probably because everyone at one point kicked it open 'till it broke.
It had all the western vibes one could want, aside from the more modern sign and lighting.
After checking the outside of the bar, Thomas thinks, "This seems to be the place... Well, at least I think it is..." And walks towards the entrance, opening the door and entering the building.
Inside the building was no different. Other than the modern lights, it still has a sort of old western aura.
Not many people are currently here, only a few groups reside. The groups are gathered around tables and are playing their own little games, either playing cards, participating in banter, playing with a knife and other activities. None of them pay attention to the new arrival.
Thomas walks up to the bar, spotting the barman cleaning a glass.
The barman seems to be 40 years old, sporting a trimmed beard and large gentleman's stache. He is wearing a white shirt and black vest with brown buttons. The pants are brown and he has sleek brown shoes.
"What can I get ya?" The man speaks with a gravely voice.
"A pint of cider." Thomas asks, to which the barman nods.
"Anything particular?"
"Apple."
The barman nods and takes out a bottle of apple cider and a clean cup, then pouring it into it.
"Thanks." Thomas says, placing down the needed amount to pay for the drink.
The barman simply nods and goes back to doing his things.
Thomas sips the cider, finding it enjoyable and decides to slowly enjoy the taste.
About 5 minutes pass when Thomas hears from behind him, "Well, it seems our buddy decided to show up after all." which is the unmistakeable voice of John, "And I thought you ran away with your tail between your legs."
"Very funny, John." Thomas replies, as John sits down right next to him, "Are you gonna make fun of me more?"
"Nah. I'm offering you a small job you could do for me, Homeless." John says, waving off Thomas's suggestion, Then points at him with a finger gun, "You'll be taking up guard duty."
"What? Really?" Thomas asks in confusion, "Why?"
John motions to the bartender, to which they respond by giving John a drink, "You see, one of our guys got killed yesterday. You saw that, didn't you?" John says, taking a sip from his drink.
"Yeah? So?" Thomas shrugs, his hands moving slightly to convey his mood.
"So... The man was supposed to take a shift as a guard for a nearby store today, but since he got gunned down by those feral animals, the position became unexpectedly vacant." John explains, leaning back slightly, "Meaning... we need someone to cover up the dead guy's shift."
"What, is there cash involved?" Thomas asks, getting an eyeroll from John.
"Of course. We pay our workers. We wouldn't be that much of an organized gang if we don't pay the lifters." John says with a small smirk, "It's a good amount of money too, for just standing around and doing nothing all day."
"Okay... I'm listening..." Thomas says, an eyebrow raised.
"Oh? As soon as there's money on the table, now I have your attention?" John says, then feigning a hurt expression, "I'm hurt, homeless. Truly I am." before promptly stopping and goes up right again, "Listen. Here's the deal."
"I talked with the big guy and he gave me the green light on hiring you. He says that at most I can pay 80 lien-." "80?!""Don't worry, you're just waiting in one place and watchimg that no shady idiots try to rob the place. Hell, you would have the big guy's full permission on firing back." John says, explaining the situation.
"But what if the place gets robbed?" Thomas asks, only for John to respond with a "Pshhhh. Robbed, Shrobbed. You'll do fii~ine. You just need to stand there and protect the goods and money." whilst waving off Thomas' concerns, "That's all."
"So I am allowed to shoot?" Thomas asks, to which he gets an affirmatve nod, "Yep. As soon as some unfortunate schmuck decides to endanger the merchandise, you got full permission to blast their head off."
"Well... Doesn't seem that bad..." Thomas mutters to himself in thought, "But what if the owner themself gets killed? What then?" He asks in curiousity.
"While it would be a shame that the keeper got killed, it ain't too important. We'd set up someone else as the new owner." John admits casually, "He's just one of them people we use to launder money. While the laundering process would go slower, it don't matter."
"I see..." Thomas says, thinking more about the offer, "And how long would be my shift?"
"8 hours, Homeless. 8 hours." John says, doing a finger gun at Thomas, "8 Hours, 80 dollars for only 1 day. You can handle it."
"How?" Thomas asks again, "How could I handle it?"
"You're Homeless. The way you are currently, it is a perfect way to trick someone into thinking that you are nothing more than a hobo." John explains his reasoning, getting a nod from Thomas. Then he asks with a hint of frustration, "Look, will you accept my offer or are we gonna continue with 20 questions?"
"Fine. Fine. I accept your offer." Thomas says with a sigh, getting a slight smile from John and a pat on the back, "Good. Your shift starts in 15 minutes. The shop is located behind the corner, at the Dark Junction."
"Why is it called Dark Junction?" Thomas asks, causing John to simply shrug, "Some battle happened there long ago. Some of the newer generation wish to rename the street to something more colorful."
"Huh..." Thomas thinks, before getting up and saying "Well, I'll get going. See ya."
"G'day." John says, before snapping his finger, "Oh! Almost forgot!"
Thomas looks at John with confusion, before being handed out an old smartphone.
"Use this to call or answer me. You may be thinking: 'Why such an antique?' Well, the blues don't check up on these kinds of phones. Hell, the government doesn't check. They expect criminals to be using Scroll models, because of Universal Communications Act from 300 years ago." John explains, getting a nod from Thomas.
"Thanks." Thomas says and leaves the bar and out into the street.
"So, Dark Junction, Eh?" He mutters to himself, before taking out his PDA and looking up at the map, "A 10 minute walk to get there. No problem." He says to himself and then puts away his PDA, walking towards his destination.
...
"Why the fucking hell do I have to do this fucking illegal bullshit?"
Thomas arrives at the front of the store and takes a good look at it.
The building looks to be ripped straight from New York. The walls are red bricks, it is 4 stories tall, has a fire escape from the 2nd to 4th floor. It is a typical building.
The store resides on the first floor, which have large window displays. A sign is also mounted above the displays, which reads: "The West Duster"
"A shitty name for a store." Thomas mutters, eyeing the crystal-like... colorful things on display.
He enters the store, only to hear a young voice shout "Fuck off, you broke dumbass!"
He spots the owner of the voice, a 16 year old dark-haired boy. The boy in all honesty, looks like a stereotypical emo.
Thomas looks at the boy and says "I'm here to replace your guard for today."
The boy then shows visible disgust "Oh, great. Johnny got me a disgusting hobo as a guard." Which causes Thomas to internally sigh to himself.
"What is this fuckers' problem?" Thomas thinks to himself, before getting interrupted by the boy saying "Stay outside the store! Or make yourself hidden from my customers! I can't get beautiful ladies if you are stinking up the place! Go back to the alleys you came from and call an actual worker!" whilst shooing the man away.
"Oh. He's just desperate for women." Thomas thinks to himself with a deadpan, before shruggingband saying "Sure. I'm obligated to protect the cash and merch." and heads outside the store.
The man walks awaybfrom the store, into an alley and opens the old phone, deciding to phone John.
*Ka-click!* "Yes? John's speaking."
"Hey boss," Thomas begins, before being interrupted by John, "Don't call me boss, Homeless... So, what is it you wanted to tell me?
"I got to the place. The owner seems like an idiot." Thomas answers, causing a snort from John.
"That is an understatement and a half." John retorts, before continuing "Guy worries more about his sex life than his job."
Thomas raises an eyebrow, "Really? Kid looks like he came straight out of school."
"Tom, he's 60." John answers back, causing Thomas to do a double take, "The Fuck?"
"Sounds like I'm bullshitting, right?" "Yeah. That or the guy knows the world's best plastic surgeon." "Good guess, but no. It's his Semblance."
Thomas waits for John to continue, but he doesn't. So Thomas asks "Yeah? And?"
"Well, the jest of it is that he has super-human calculations, got me? His noggin' is practically always in turbo." John begins explaining, Thomas nodding along, "Well, because his head engine up there is constantly going full power, it wears down much quicker as well, got me?"
"I think so, yeah..." Thomas says, getting hum from the phone.
"Good. So, basically speaking: His thinker is ageing quicker than his body. His head is 60 years, body is 16 years and he acts like 12 year old." John finishes his explanation.
"Damn... That makes it so that I almost don't want to kill him." Thomas says, the implications clearly not hidden.
"Don't worry. We have a secret bet going on behind him." John says, getting Thomas' attention, "There's a three-way bet going on how he will die. One's if his head kicks the bucket, second is if his body stops its work and the third is that his arrogance gets himself killed. Combining all of them equals up to 1000 Lien."
Thomas takes in the information, processes it, then smiles. "John?" He utters,getting a "Yeah?" from him. "Place my wage on the bet. I bet he gets killed."
"Sure thing, homeless. But you're not allowed to intervene his death... Huh?... Yeah, the guy made a bet... Sure I'll tell him... Make the microphone louder, homeless. Others want to hear how it goes." John says, being interrupted in the middle.
"Right then." Thomas says, and then allows the microphone to pick up sounds better.
He then stays at the alley, and keeps an eye on the store entrance, ready to bounce when needed.
"I'm in place and guarding." Thomas says to himself, continuing to look at the store.
- 4 Hours later -
"Damn, is it boring... Nothing's been happening for 4 hours now..." Thomas whines to himself, sitting against a wall whilst still keeping an eye on the store.
He continues doing nothing, besides fiddling with the scral he has on him, until he noticed an interestung bunch of men.
About 4 men who wore suits and weapons had entered the store. Along with a man with orange hair, bowler hat and white suit...
"Now who are you?" Thomas thinks, before remembering something from yesterday.
John introduces himself "Greetings, homeless. I am John, a major player in deal-making for the Great Honstons." The man then winces and adds "Used to be great, I should say. damn orange-haired bastard."
"Oranged-haired bastard."
"Oranged haired bastard."
Thomas blinks and then sighs, "Oh, John's not gonna like this at all..."
He then takes out his phone and says, "Anyone there?"
Silence was the answer that he recieved for a short time, until finally someone said something, though Thomas doesn't know the voice, "Yeah? Wha's it?"
"I got something to tell John." Thomas says, but gets an unwanted answer back, "Nah, John's out right now. Doin' a deal at the back."
"Well, fucking go and give him the damn phone!" Thomas whispers in frustration, "It's fucking urgent!"
"Now, wha's so urgent about sum' job-" "Move your fucking ass and get the phone to John! Or he will be REAL fucking pissed later." Thomas hissed inti the phone, causing the person on the otherside to sigh. He could hear the person mutter "God damn it..." then promptly quick footsteps.
Thomas waited for a bit, hearing some commotion from it.
After about half a minute, John's voice could be heard, sounding irridated, "Yeah? It better be important or I swear to god, homeless, I will-"
"Orange-haired bastard arrived at store, dumbass. Four more guys as well." Thomas retorts, and he hears an audible choking sound, followed by a "Wait, what?"
"Yeah, 'what'. The guy has entered the store already and I can see-" *BANG* "Fuck me! Shots fired!" Thomas yells, grabbing his shotgun from his back and walking up to the store.
He kicks down the door and shoots one of the guys head off with the shotgun.
The guy was apparently talking to the orange-haired person, because the guy is laying headless right next to him.
Thomas pumps the shotgun, ejecting a spent shell from the gun. "Seems like you boys are tryin' to do a robbery." Thomas says with an accent, "Well, there's something said about freeloaders like you." He then slowly looks around, seeing the three other black suited folks and the orange-haired person.
"Well?" Thomas asks expectantly, "You's gonna shoot me?" He says, causing the three black suited criminals to snap out of their stupor and attack, whilst the orange-haired person facepalms.
Thomas ducks behind a shelf, as the three criminals began firing their guns, also causing the orange-haired person to yell, "Watch where you are shooting! We don't need the store to blow with us inside it."
Thomas peeks out of cover with his shotgun and shoots one of the other black-suited guys, causing serious injury to the arm.
He pumps the shotgun again and another ejected shell hits the floor.
One of the black-suited guys managed to get a drop on Thomas, aiming a machine gun at Thomas' head.
There was a click and nothing whoch makes Thomas smirk.
"Make sure you reload as well, dip-shit." Thomas say, before placing the shotgun point-blank at the person's chest and firing, letting out a spray of blood from the other side of the body.
At this point, there was no more trying to shoot him, so he looked outside to see tge orange-haired guy and a black-suited man to run into an alley.
Soon after, he saw a van emerge and drive away, causing him to curse, "Shit. Got away..."
He then sighed in disappointment and turned around to look at the bodies.
He sees 2-.
"Wait. Shit!" Thomas thinks, jumping behind cover, as a volley of bullets hit where he was.
He spots the one who fired at him, it is the same one who's arm is injured.
"It's your funeral, buddy!" Thomas yells, aiming the shotgun and firing.
The shot hit the man straight in the head, killing him.
Thomas pumps his shotgun, ejecting a spent shell and looks around.
Then his phone rang, so he picked it up and answered, "Hello?"
"What the fuck is going on in there?! I'm getting rumors about a shoot-out!" John yells from the phone.
"I was defending the merchandise, like you wanted." Thomas says calmly, "Also, the ginger got away."
He hears a bang from the phone and cursing, "Shit!... Fucking... Bullshit!" Followed by a sigh and a question in a calm tone, "Could you tell me what his grunts wore?"
"Sure." Thomas says, walking up to a corpse, "They have black suits and... Oh wait, they aren't suits at all. They look like a typical bouncer get up. Glasses and everything."
The anser seems to have upset John even more, "Could you check for any identifying shit?"
Thomas shrugs and decides to search the bodies. He finds a pistol that has some text stamped on the barrel.
He looks closer and reads out the text on the pistol. "Property... of... Junior?"
Suddenly a burst of swears comes forth from John, after about half a minute of cursing, he gets to the point: "DOES THAT DUMBASS KNOW WHAT HE JUST DID!? HE'S INSTIGATING A GANG WAR!"
Thomas, quite wisely, decides to opt out on saying anything until John calmed down.
In the time it took for John to calm down, Thomas managed to find the corpse of the shopkeeper.
"Anything else to report?" John asks with a tired tone.
"Yeah, the owner is dead." Thomas says, "His head got shot off."
"Huh..." Thomas hears John mutter, "That's good..." which causes Thomas to raise an eyebrow. "We needed to have the idiot whacked soon anyway. His blabbering attitude and shitty wits was endangering our crew. Besides, we only used the guy to launder money."
"Anyway, about the bet...You, Me, and some other guy named Tim got the pot." John says in his usual attitude.
"How much?' Thomas asks, grinning ear to ear.
"360. Pot's distrebuted evenly." John answers back, "And since there's no more shop owner anymore..."
"I get a shop?" Thomas asks with wide-eye, but then laughter came out of the phone.
"Good one, Homeless!" John barks back, then calms down, "But no. You still have to work a week for us. Do that and I'm willing to... pull some strings."
Thomas sighs, "It was just a thought." He muttered, and John retorts, "Better luck next time. Now come over and back to the bar. I gotta pay ya."
"What about the dead folk?" "Eh, don't worry. I got a group being sent there to clean the scene." "Well... K' then... See you in 20 minutes." "I'll be waiting."
Thomas hangs up the phone finally and places it in his backpack with a sigh.
He walks out the door and goes on his way to the "Merry Wanker's bar"...
"...Here ya go, Homeless. 360 Lien." John said, handing over a stack of 20 Lien.
Thomas nods and says, "Thanks. I'll be off then."
John smirks, "No problem... But if ya want a place to live, You gotta work more for us." He says, causing a sigh to escape from Thomas, "Yeah. Yeah. I'll work to get a home..." Thomas answers back.
"Good boy," John says smugly, before patting Thomas' shoulder, "Now go get some rest. You earned it."
Thomas merely nods and leaves the bar, going back into the street, whilst alo stuffing the money into his pocket.
"Well, since I have so much freetime... Might as well go scrap hunting and try to build something." He thinks to himself, walking off in a direction...
After an hour of walking, Thomas stumbles upon a junkyard.
"Well, this seems like a good place to be at..." He mutters eyeing the junk, "I could possible build something out of all the junk here."
He walks up to the entrance and notices that it is locked.
He lets out a sigh and a "Other way it is," and promptly climbs up and over the fence. Though, climbing down said fence didn't go very well. Mainly because he landed face first onto the dirt.
"Ow." Thomas mutters, pulling himself up, "That hurt..." He says, rubbing his face. He frowns when he realizes that his moustache isn't in top-form, "Need to fix that later..."
He stands up fully and walks deeper into the junkyard, before getting an idea. "What if..." He begins, "What if, What if, What if I..." He repeats, pulling out his PDA.
He boots it up and types something into the search field.
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[Vehicle Designer Mode] -
For when you decide that you need a way to get around...
Or maybe you need to be protected?... Or perhaps you need something to blast through a fort with ease and cause havoc on others?
Whatever it is, our Vehicle Designer will help you create a vehicle made out of parts you wish to use/ have available!
"Yep. I needed exactly that." Thomas says with a smile, and finally picked something.
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Rebooting...
Loading Program: "vec-dec_v.1.3.exe"...
"Well, that's certainly interesting." Thomas comments, waiting for the PDA to finish loading.
It took about 2 minutes for it to load.
Done!
Entering Vehicle Designer mode...
Done!
Welcome user to the Custom Vehicle Creation Kit! (CVCK)
Press 1 for Most Simplest Assembly, (pre-made vehicles).
Press 2 for Modular Building Assembly, (pre-made modules to use for building.)
Press 3 for Engineer's Custom Building, (You design from scratch, you build from scratch!)
Press 4 to toggle Desperate Mode, (Use this of you either don't have the proper tools to create the parts, don't have the proper tools to put a vehicle together, don't have the necesarry parts or all of the above.)
Press 5 to Exit Program.
"Right... So... I want to press 4 and 2." Thomas says, pressing the buttons in that order.
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Done!
Welcome to the modular vehicle builder, where you add parts modularly!
Please Follow this quick tutorial!
"Oh, fuck me..." Thomas swears, "It's like From The Depths all over again." He complains, not liking it already.
So, he learned to use the device by trial and error, hoping that he would learn it quickly.
He did this for 3 hours straight, not taking a brake and only kept designing, until he was satisfied with the final result of the vehicle...
"Finally!" Thomas screams, arms up high in the air, "A good enough and cheap design!"
He confirms his blueprint and gets a sudden headache, "ARGH!" He grunts out, clutching his head in pain.
But just as suddenly it came, the pain went away, leaving behind a panting Thomas. "Fuck... That... hurt..." He pants out whilst attempting to keep his body stable.
He then gets the vision of the vehicle and how it exactly would look like.
"Well, time to get to work then. Can't travel around on my two feet all the time." He says to himself whilst stretching, then he begins scavenging the junkyard for parts...
-2 Hours Later...-
Thomas is underneath a vehicle right now, using an old wrench he found to tighten some bolts. "And..." He mutters, tightening the last bolt, "Done!"
He climbs out from under the vehicle and takes a good look at it, reminding himself where he got the parts...
"An abandoned pick up..." Thomas says, walking up to said vehicle, "Seems to be in poor condition." He comments, "broken or missing lights. No steering wheel. A door missing. No seats? No need for seats. dash board is intact, thankfully." He says, listing off the issues, "The tires are also just not here..."
He stands up and places a hand on his chin, thinking...
"Yeah, I could salvage the... the..." He racks his brain to remember a certain part was called, "No, not frame..." He stops for a moment, before correcting himself, "Actually, it is the frame. I want the main fucking underside of the truck to use."
Thomas then searched around for what he could use as suitable tools and began disassembling...
"Wheels, wheels, wheels... I need wheels..." Thomas says to himself, walking around the junkyard.
"There's all sorts of equipment that is thrown here for me to scavenge, yet I can't seem to-." He complains with frustration tripping from his voice, before stopping and spotting sonething that got his interest. "Well, hell-o~oo there, beautiful!" He says with a smirk forming.
He walks up to a pile of junk and lifts some stuff off, revealing a large and rusty machine. "Seems to me that you were used for digging. And you have the wheels there still intact, which I will now use." He says with a smile, taking out broken tools and begins disassembling...
"Too damaged..." Thomas says, pointing at a cylindrical shape filled with holes, then points at another cylindrical shape, "too damaged, again..."
"Where the hell can I get a good boiler?" He sighs in frustration, walking around the junkyard again...
He sits down on an old tire and begins thinking...
Suddenly, Thomas gets an idea again, "There is some old locomotives in this junkyard. I could possible salvage a boiler" He says to himself, pushing himself back up and running off.
He finds the old locomotives and proceeds to pick what he thinks would suffice for his needs, "That one. pretty big, but can be mounted onto the truck frame."
He then proceeds with the disassembling of the locomotive, salvaging pistons, piping and the boiler with its firebox...
"I have the essentials to move forward, I can steer and such, but now it needs armour." The man says to himself, marveling at his work, "Which should be incredibly easy. I can just use the old vehicle bodies and frankenstein some armour together."
With that thought, he goes around the junkyard, salvaging vehicle parts...
"Now then!" He says loudly with a clap, then pulls out his PDA, "Apparently I now have confurm the fact that it is built and it will calculate the stats." He adds, then does exactly what he said.
Loading...
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Done! Calculating stats...
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Done! Showing results:
Type of vehicle: Steam-driven armoured ground vehicle.
Engine type: Faulty Dual-Piston Steam Engine. (Unreliable movement, low-chance of exploding from normal operation.)
Health: 200 HP (Boiler 30 HP; Engine 50 HP; Piping 5 HP; Controls 5 HP; Frame 100 HP; Other 10 HP)
Armor: 600 HP (Engine Casing 100 HP; Cab armour 150 HP; Boiler Armour Plating 200 HP; Underside Armor 50 HP; Crash Protection Bars 100 HP.)
Addons:
[FULL POWER!] - You need to get away quickly and fast? You're a gambling man? Then you're in luck! This addon alows the boiler to super-heat its contents and push the engine past its limits! (Fair warning, it increases the chance of engine explosion from use.)
Paint Job: Quick Soviet Construction. ("Hey, Oleg! I built tractor from collected junk!")
"Someone is a bit cheeky, aren't they?" Thomas says, raising an eyebrow. Then shrugs it off, "Eh. The thing is built. Now I need water and fuel."
"Hmm... Well, there are some burnable stuff available here..." He wonders to himself, before setting his eyes on a pile of tires...
"That could work..." He says, "But then I need something to kickstart the burning process."
Thomas then looks around a bit more, then snaps his finger, "Oh, right! These crystal thingies, duh!" He exclaims, pulling out a small red crystal, "This thing burns well. So I could use this!"
He then re-pockets it and grabs the bunch of old tires, dragging them to his built vehicle.
The vehicle is a hodge-podge of parts. It has a boiler mounted on the back, with armour on it as well. There is piping that leads from the back to the front, piping hot steam for the engine at the front to use. It is boxed in surrounded. A homemade cap was also built for a driver to sit in.
It looks old and rusty, and looks slightly similar to an old farmer's truck from america, but the difference being that there is a huge boiler in the back and that it is armoured.
Thomas places the tires onto the passenger seat. Then cuts out some pieces of tires and places them into the firebox. "I hope this works." Thomas mutters to himself, pulling out the red crystal from his pocket and trhowing it into the firebox.
There was an instamt blast of fire in the forebox, so he shut the firebox door and left it there to heat up the boiler...
After about 3 minutes, he heard the pistons chugging and churning.
Thomas chuckles at his success and attempts to drive...
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*BANG*
And with a bang, it lurches forward. This mere action caused adrenaline to run through Thomas, as this is his first time on creating a vehicle.
"It most certainly ain't road legal, but who cares? I GOT A CAR!" He says with excitement, driving his vehicle towards the junkyard gate.
Thomas points the vehicle towards the gate, backs up as much as possible and quickly checks something on his PDA, "I wonder if I can get it to play music." he says, typing into the search field.
The results came up nothing, so he pocketed the PDA and pushes the pedal to the metal, causing the vehicle to rocket forward and crash right through the gate.
He begins heading towards the docks...
Thomas arrives in his destination shOrtly after and currently he is searching for an abandoned warehouse to hide his vehicle in.
"I need a warehouse if I want to hide this thing... And while I could illegaly live in one, I'd have no sure way of earning money." He thinks out loud, whilst keeping an eye out.
Then finally, Thomas spots a place. "Ah, over there." He says with a small pointing gesture, "A bit small though. It's more like an abandoned huge shack. It is even surrounded by old walls that are in disrepair."
He drives around more, until he finds the entrance to the warehouse, which has a rusty padlock on it.
Thomas sighs and gets out of the vehicle, "Time to see if I am capable of opening the lock." He says to himself and searches through his backpack.
Taking out an aluminum beer can and a knife, he begins cutting out a couple of lock shims.
Once done, he uses the shims to shimmy the padlock open and pushes the gate open as well.
Thomas then drives the car into the area and closes the gate behind him, locking it with the same padlock and then parking the car into the tiny warehouse.
"There. I have a roof over my head and a vehicle to use to travel with. Now to go the fuck to sleep." He mutters tiredly, laying down onto the car seating and then falling fast asleep...
"Tomorrow is gonna be shittier than today, isn't it?"
A/N: Hello again!Sorry for not updating for a while. I was writing for one of my other fics.That's about it that I have to say. So I hope you enjoyed and have a nice day!
