3: Asia is a terrible place to farm exp. Unless it's russia in specific situations. You know what? Not even russia. All of this Asia sucks
-5 days later-
It was pouring today. That much the cabbie could tell you without a doubt. Unfortunately, it had this side effect of hurting his business to the point of ending it for the day as he listened to the radio to pass the time. However, due to his obvious economic standing, his daughter's education, and her special condition, he was forced to work the entire shift. He would work overtime if he could, but he wouldn't do it no matter how many times his boss would threaten him. He would immediately bring up the last four times he did so was still not paid, shutting him up as bringing up legal charges would be considered an interesting case of M.A.D. that would ruin the both in their own way due to the country's shitty social economic situation.
He couldn't afford it, not with his daughter relying on him and his attempts to find an equal or better paying job becoming unsuccessful so far. Thus, he is stuck where he is. His lovely little girl's offer of assistance was rebuffed on the simple grounds that she is a young blooming lady that should enjoy her youth. Even with the skills he lovingly taught her to be a capable mechanic, he wouldn't let her due to her new trick giving their so-called masters a reason to bring their scrutiny upon her.
She didn't know yet, but the devils that served their oppressors were looking for the slightest hint of people like her daughter. The best she can do for him is to live the best life possible and succeed in school and live her life relatively free. While he bides his time finding a way to improve their situation while ensuring a stable livelihood.
*Knock knock*
He broke out of his thoughts of a potential customer knocking on his door. He doesn't leave it open anymore and he learnt his lesson quite well no matter what company policy was. He looked in the right-side view mirror, the cold rain fogging it up a bit while making everything seem as a blur. But it seemed he was an alright individual even with all the city lights drowning everything in ambient lights as the city was forced into nighttime ahead of schedule.
Seeing his potential customer patiently waiting under the dowsing rain, he unlocked the door and regretted it immediately. The man(?) stepping inside before quickly shutting the door in an understood simplicity of common kindness was missed by him. The first thing he noticed were the slightly glowing red eyes bringing in a sense of foreboding dread on his futuristic gas mask. Further assisted by the rough, immaculate adorned clothing hiding the clothing underneath really well in the twilight. Hid it well it did, but he was still able to see small glimpses of some kind of armor forming underneath.
'So, this is it. They have found her…' There was nothing left to be said as he watched him dead in the eyes as his would-be killer was rummaging in his coat for what he would assume to be his murder weapon. Unaware he is holding his breath, hopeful this is one of the higher ups that love to use guns rather than the lower ranked "noble" officials who were so pragmatic to the point of sociopathic behavior where they would kill them by whatever powers they have if it wouldn't be a mess or just stab them in the neck at stare at them until they were sure their victim was dead before stabbing them again where they think it's extremely painful just to make sure.
And instead, to his complete and utter surprise a wrapped stack of 1K yuan bills was brought out. "Is this enough to go anywhere?" He spoke in a simple gruff tone. His mandarin was just like his clothing, immaculate without any accent or dialect whatsoever.
"Uh. Y-yes…" He hesitantly took the stack, unsure what to do with it exactly. Since it was more money than he has put together in his whole life. Whole. Life. In cold, hard, cash. "Where exactly do you want to go?" As he put it under the passenger's seat next to him, failing that, he just left it on the floor to keep it out of sight.
"How well do you know the harbors of Shanghai?"
"I- what?"
"The most beautiful one. Without any of the pollution if there is such a one." The strange man patiently pointed out. He did know what he was talking about, but it was mighty peculiar that a man dressed like him would ask for such a thing. Even if he has heard of the extremely rare foreign tourists, he has never heard of one dressed as him. It didn't make sense for a noble officer to take the taxi either since it would damage their already fragilely low public image even further. If it were even possible…
"Sure. I'll take you there right away." He robotically responded. His heart was beating him with trepidation , yet he followed habit as habit made it simple enough to be. Even if his current customer was an illegal super, it seemed to have nothing to do with him and it wasn't any of his business. He wasn't in any hurry to be a rat whatsoever and the man was nice enough to pay him real well. So why make things harder for himself when he can just be on his way after doing his job, no one can blame him otherwise right?
Besides, the so-called rulers of this country can take a long walk off the short pier for all he cares. Whoever they are, they sure helped everyone when the 18 hells let every sinner through.
He checked all mirrors with practice ease with a simple side-eye before crossing into the fluorescent neon lights. They were halfway through in silence listening to the radio before the stranger spoke up once more. "Turn up the radio a bit please." He did so without question, unaware of what he was about to hear.
"-reaking news. Our glorious leaders have announced an important notice." The lady in the box said "There have been an alarming amount of nuclear waste facilities emptied. It was only discovered this morning when a routine check revealed-" His passenger Audibly snorted at that "-that the waste amongst other hazardous byproducts were completely cleaned out. Investigators have a lead-'' A chuckle was loosened "-on who is responsible. The same culprit who our magnanimous peacekeepers are led to believe are the same ones responsible for systematically eradicating pollution all over our glorious country. Authorities have told us that although they have done good, it is done without the consent or authorization of the people. Especially since they were led to believe it was done with the aid of the powered." He could only shake his head in disgust of the amount of bullshit the woman was most likely forced to say.
It was just typical of them. Anything done good is either because it was all because of their "generosity" and no one has credit to it but them, or radical criminals who must submit to the will of the government for their own "safety". To better use it for the "people" of this "glorious" country that somehow everyone is somehow "benefitting" from. Unfortunately, that's how they built and raised this country to be.
He understood the hard way what his father was trying to pass on to him. When it cost his father's life and the consequences that followed opened his eyes wide to his teachings. That this country is a prison in its mockery of civilization. Nothing changed when the so-called royal family came into power if they even existed. That is incorrect. It changed from bad to worse. There's nothing he can do about it now. No matter how much he wanted to.
The rain poured on and on. Uncaring of the feelings of both the just and unjust alike. It was strange for him, even for a port city like Shanghai. The city had its fair share of heavy pouring whether it'd be from torrential storms or the occasional hurricanes, everything went on for everyone as business as usual. But not today. Today was something different. Even with the government continuing the previous one's commitment to denying and punishing any mention of the supernatural.
It felt an omen of something to come with how the heavens attempted to drown it all.
The radio droned on and on of similar things happening to military installations and even points of interest such as certain companies and corporations missing everything that wasn't bolted down secure enough to the ground, along with all their accounts emptied and properties sold. Whatever or whichever group was responsible shall soon face their hypothetical wrath. And judging from his passengers' reactions, he has a pretty good idea what, or rather who is responsible.
He wouldn't have any chance of going against him, and it wouldn't look good on his character for attempting to turn on his well-paying customer like that.
"We're here." He pulled into the marina, driving in till his passenger gestured towards the one boardwalk he wanted to stop at.
"Thanks for the trip. Here's a tip." He gave another stack of 1K yuan bills towards the shocked man. He opens the door yet stops right before getting out. Lifting a finger up as if to remember something "Almost forgot!" He reached into his coat, uncaring that he flinched, and pulled out a makeshift handheld device with a big red button on it. He looked him straight in the eyes as pressed it. Then proceeded to double bag it in ziplocks before handing it to him. "This will be a whole lot more later. Or maybe not and it will get you killed. Who knows? Keep it safe for me, will ya?" Stepping out of the car and closing it. A couple seconds later the radio fizzled its connection before he couldn't hear the station at all. He flipped through the stations only to find that every station was nothing but the sound of static.
'What a strange man…'
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Well, that was fun. Going on my looting spree to systematically loot everything of value on China's eastern coast was quite interesting. Unfortunately, no nukes because the morons decided to go take out the good stuff and put in some fake whatever it is and sell it for a price in the black market and put it in their pocket. It did not surprise me since this is the same thing that happened back home. A whole Lotta duds, knock offs, and disappointing loot. Almost everything was scrapped and refined in my spare time as I practiced my mechanical skills, and it was so bad that I literally have almost nothing to show for it.
Even with the stuff I looted from relatively safe places where the general population wouldn't care if I did or didn't.
Luckily, I was still able to game the system. Whatever yuan's I'd get I was able to immediately change it 1:1 value then use the system to exchange it anomalously on the money market or whatever it's called and use Goodall American dollars to get more of whatever shitty bills of Third World countries I can get my hands on. Doing some good old American capitalism as I rinse and repeat again and again further increasing my amount of money. Already reaching around 50 million in US dollars exact, or I can change it to whatever form of monetary payment.
But anyone with some sense of logic can tell that yes, this will cause inflation as all the other currencies will start to rise in value or start decreasing even more as everyone starts using American dollars more often. I am completely unbothered by this and will not be affected in any way, shape, or form. As the system follows the law of equivalent exchange, it's a piece of paper that will always count as one dollar. Nothing more nothing less. Now if other people decide that it costs a lot more than it should regardless of what other people say otherwise or what other means of paper cash that fails to be equivalent to it, then I missed the part where that's my problem as I use it to my advantage.
Besides doing the counterfeit exploit of course.
Now I failed to mention the other 400 million but that is set aside for something else and is not to be touched as I still need to explore the store. My barter, speech, and charisma does affect it, to a degree. But the problem is, of course, charisma. Now I'm sure you're wondering, my extremely invasive audience who I hope is non-existent is wondering: "won't that cause the American dollar to inflate?". Yes, it would, and that's what I'm counting on. Why? Well, it would spoil the surprise now wouldn't it?
Shame that I couldn't see the show of bejing. Eh, more opportunities later to do it for real rather than a neutrino one. It's just not the same but I didn't want the historical shit getting destroyed because of the nazi schmucks living right next to them. Also, I checked that there was a challenge list as there was one for New Vegas. So, I'm confused as to why-
Level Up!
Oh! There we go. Damn. 8 whole levels? 1,800 plus Skills points yeah~ ba-be~. Level 15 that's what it's about! Plus 320 from intelligence and 16 from educated. Bringing up to a total of 2,431, hell yea! Shame I only get 8 PP, hehehe. Anyway, I stood on the beginning of the dock as I went through it all mentally in record time as I was frozen in that singular point. I believe this is the part where my updated stats are shown along with skills.
WHAT MAKES YOU S.P.E.C.I.A.L.?
S 17
P 25
E 22
C 18
I 30
A 25
L 25
Skills:
Barter - 150
Energy Weapons - 150
Explosives - 150
Guns - 150
Lock-picking - 150
Medicine - 150
Melee Weapons - 150
Repair - 150
Science - 150
Stealth - 150
Speech - 150
Survival - 150
Unarmed Combat - 150
Gambling - 150
Piloting - 150
As you can no doubt tell, intelligence was relatively, and I use that very loosely, simple to promote and subsequently grind. I'm sure you people are smart enough to figure it out since we are moving along. Cause holy shit relearning programming straight from the bottom is not fun. C++ does not screw around the more you want out of it. Especially if you customized it in your own personalization for extra security. But it's rewarding just like everything else that's worth something. Because nothing easy was ever worth doing, someway somehow.
As you can no doubt tell I am well underway with my stats, I'm truly working on them in about the most straightforward way possible. Agility was simple enough with hardcore parkour and stretching. Extremely painful stretching. Skipping forward a bit to skills, it shouldn't be a surprise that not even one was promoted. I mean come on, besides the obvious ethical (is it ethical or ethnicity?) cliché of barter, medicine, gambling, and any type of melee in this country fitting those skill niches. I would have to go out of my way for that which is a no bueno. No matter how cool it is to learn from whatever passes as mystical shaolin warriors and the like or argue over shit prices with old men and women at the market for a damn leek. I'm pressed for whatever clock counter is going against me, as I know jack shit to go with in this world.
So why not go back to the center of the world? My home. Also known as the good ole' U S of A.
First let's get back onto perks and then start heading to the first pit-stop that is the birthplace of everything wrong with porn. The home of the shut-in perverts. Japan
Ok. So, quick rundown since I'm probably boring your very unamerican arse with you peekin in all up in mah biz, unless you are a fellow American in which case: fuck you. Fuck you and god be with ya. Anyways, I can, can (hope that bolds it), earn perks. I'm also theorizing that if I treat it like a tech tree the more expensive perks correlating from its roots will become cheaper in time due to having the pieces that make the whole. It's all one big balancing act. I can get stronger, easier, faster, at the cost of being specialized rather than well rounded or forfeit my chance to be all rounded.
And as a gamer, let me tells ya, I ain't about specialized lyufe. I'm all about dhat pie lyufe.
Especially if it's apple piah.
Saving the perk points for later instead of spending them. But first, some corrections.
Jury Rigging: 1PP
You possess the amazing ability to repair any item using a roughly similar item. Fix a trail carbine with a hunting rifle, a Plasma Defender with a laser pistol, or even power armor with metal armor. How does it work? Nobody knows... except you.
Rapid Reload: 1 PP
Rapid Reload makes your hands go to work efficiently and swiftly. It now takes more than half the time to reload for less.
Perk evolution 'Deft Hands' Cost 4. PP
Retention: 1 PP
Have a hard time remembering things? Have some perfect adaptive eidetic memory. What does it mean? Who knows! You remember everything now! Unless you don't want or need to!
Swift Learner: 1 PP
Tired of losing so much time on that pesky thing you're trying to learn? Well look no further! With this perk, time being wasted inefficiently will be a thing of the past! No refunds. All stats and skills will now take half the effort to gain. Does not affect promotion difficulty or perk acquisition. (Warning: Swift Learner is not responsible for learning of forbidden knowledge that is potentially a memetic hazard nor is it responsible for the black hole on your lawn or the eldritch god in your kitchen)
Comprehension: 1 PP
Knowing something is completely different from understanding something. How well you do is due to how well you understand. With this perk, all you have to worry about is time, resources, and yes, personal hygiene. Scales with intelligence and luck. Stacks.
The Professional: 1 PP
Up close and personal or long distance apathy, that's how you like it. You also like to impose a top-notch quality of standards and would not expect anything less of your caliber, making your discipline matching and even rivaling the ancient greats of old. Your Sneak Attack Criticals with guns or attacks, all inflict an additional 35% damage. Maintenance and Discipline will always provide bonuses as long as it's done correctly. Can be taught and passed on.
Lady Killer: 1 PP
In combat, you do +10% damage against female opponents. Outside of combat, you'll sometimes have access to unique choices or a more positive reception to the opposite sex. Yes, that also includes lesbians which is now possible with this perk.
What? Did you really think I wouldn't take Lady Killer? I don't know bout you folk, but I intend to get laid as soon as possible, in the most wholesome way imaginable. That's what it's about, besides a biological need to reproduce and pass along your more desirable traits onto your offspring. Here's hoping it stacks with desirable mate. Moving along, I'm sure you noticed that the professional was 35% rather than 20% due to earning it earlier but only at 15%. Just adding up. Also like that they did away with the requirements if I meet it besides the price.
At this point I'm starting to think this is not an exploit and more of a feature of this system that I must look for. Why? Cause this will most likely be what barely qualifies as an equalizer to an already screwed world that is completely against my favor. And I do not care.
Granted, after motioning accept, the newly expanded thought process expedited the whole process and made me realize I'm more likely than ever to have sociopathic tendencies if not psychopathic tendencies if not outright both.
I'm literally becoming an ultra-sane joker. Whoops.
Guess that's what I get for going with an intelligence build. At least I know now that the savant idiot exploit is more viable than ever. But the penalty for such a thing would be that it would take far longer to be adjusted from my capabilities instead of normally growing into it. Though the cannibal perk seems to have quite an interesting perk evolution, I have no interest in it right now as it costs 1,000 to reach it ignoring the first 4 that multiplies by 5 each time.
But of course, there was still more to be had.
Congratulations!
You have completed one or more challenges!
Please pick your rewards!
One less loose end***
Pick one:
A light, in the dark
Sternly
Karankawa
Lighting Quick Immoral Problem Solver***
Pick one:
COD universe database
Titanfall universe database
Fallout universe database
Again, by the balls. This is not fair, but then again so is life. I want em all. Thankfully I am a bit more informed to know that fallout is the one to go with due to the high-tech 60's outlook going on that far outclass the cod and titanfall universe as much as it pains me to say. But the usefulness and versatility far outclass the other besides the exceptions the other two has.
But the first one I have no clue, only the names being telling of whatever it may be. Thankfully second is always the best. So Sternly it is. Oh. Oh yeah~. That's definitely a Sternly. And there's all the juicy usually untouchable stuff from fallout.
The power of bullshit, in the palm of my hand.
Now I just need to… Ok. Wow. I have no idea how to get started on that. This… may take awhile before I can replicate all of it. Everything useful that is.
The singularity that was the character menu unfroze time for me as natures outcry pour all over me. The timing is perfect as visibility is at an all time low for what passes as chinese navy (including north koreans) ain't gun work for shit. But first, music!
I took out my iDROID to the side in great showmanship before hitting it, causing the next evolution of the Walkman to begin playing. Moving in sink with the beat as I made my way down the dock.
James Brown – I Feel Good
Wo~! I feel good~, I knew that I wouldn't of~
I swept first then jaunted slowly to the edge. The lighting inexistant in my ears.
I feel good~, I knew that I wouldn't of~
Another sweep with a shoulder jiggle to go with
So good-
Hop hop
so good-
Hop hop~
I got you~
Hop hop hop
Funkily jumping into the water as the soul took me away into the current
-1 day later-
It was a nice day at Yukinoura beach. The atmosphere nice and relaxing in the soothing wet sand even if a pseudo hurricane storm passes through the day before. The spare yet seemingly full as natives and rich foreigners alike enjoyed it to their content. There was a dot approaching in the distance making knots or closer to knots getting closer and closer. Nobody paid attention to the dot becoming a figure, the figure into humanoid as he reached the shoreline easy enough. Only when he trudged into shallow water dramatically at full speed was when he started getting some attention with the gear he was wearing. As he approached, he took out a cylinder object before flicking it.
Expanding in an instant and unfurling into an American flag that was always flowing slowly in the air, that was not blowing into the direction he was heading to as it flowed on regardless. He took it in two hands as he ran unto the beach, moving as fast as he can before finding a satisfactory spot isolated from the rest of the people before he planted it down good and well with glorified emphasis. He kept hold on it well, successfully "invading" the land as he look before him as he posed Americanly, the land he proclaimed in actions was now property of the United States of America.
He too a deep breath, before simply walking off into actual "civilization".
"Now to find some damn ramen…" He muttered in self-agreement as he took a sip from his trusty vault 13 canteen
It took a while before one of the more easily angered audience watching decided to volunteer himself up to try and move the ethereally moving American flag. Easily willing to get what he perceived as an insult to his country. He frog marched straight to it, only when getting close enough-
"*BZZT*"
-did he poof into dust against the man-sized bug zapper.
Of course, this was when the screaming started and a couple more volunteers or lucky contestants who were pushed in due to their "celebration" died to the eternally awe-inspiring flag of the United States of America.
Their instant dustyfying is only a very temporary setback on the road to freedom.
On and on he went through the organized wilderness. Until he found the roads that led out of the area. From there he walked until he found signs that led him to the city of… yeah. I'm not attempting to read that.
He walked into the city, just as he was. He found it strange he wasn't bothered or annoyed by the random passerby's gawking or being a rat for the government so that's fine for him. Using the internet, he was shown where the car dealership was alongside some assistance from the signs since online maps were not quite as reliable yet. Planning to go to New Kyshu-Saga international airport at Shiroishi. There wasn't much to do since from what he can tell, Japan has been stuck pretty hard by one of these kaiju knockoffs.
It seemed that no matter what reality you go, Japan always happens to be a molested bitch of some big indiscriminate monster. Probably brought it on themselves either through karma or when they created Gojira which seemed to overwrite the makeup of all Japan's in the infinity.
Of course, he wasn't absent in this journey from point A to point B. As he fell back to old habits planning and modifying his plans and goals. While also casing and taking action in the world's internet. He was a bit grumpy, lamenting over the fact that he had to pass Okinawa just to head straight to Japan. He never got to visit during his travels. Especially when most of it sunk under the waves making it uninhabitable for human habitation due to the liberal use of nukes being slinged around causing the water levels to rapidly rise.
It along with many others were punished for the actions of humans completely unaffected by it. It made him bitter at such a thought of needless cruelty. Of course, because of it, he now felt the need to release some steam. Speeding up his walking towards the dealership as he now read up on the bounty lists of Japans government. Course, the steam wasn't without pressure since the first quest still hasn't finished yet. Probably because he absolved the countries capital.
So, he began doing it the only questionably legally allowed way he knew how, especially since it would be booming in this world of kinda peculiar beings: Bounty-Hunting. Kinda, since for him this world was just a knockoff of the real universes that wasn't afraid of following George R.R. Martins example and permanently killing off their characters and moving on. But from what he heard from the fandom at large, was that the author took itself too seriously and did some questionable decisions that was evident it was out of spite. But he wasn't too keyed onto the details or cared about it much since it was just DC and marvel mix and mashed together and trying real damn hard to be depressing and edgy.
He almost smacked his head thinking so long on such things he couldn't give less of a shit about. The end goal for him was to fix or resolve this world as fast as possible, for profit of course, and "end the game". Giving him an option to GTFO out of this shithole and go to a more desirable universe. He hated wurm, he hated this convoluted bullshit, he hated that Japan is shitty with no notable anime or games to speak of, and he hated inconsistency. He thought he felt better after what he did to china, but it seems he still has more pressure still to bleed off. At this semi-self-sidetrack he brought up Japan's bounty lists and started searching for a good sizeable bounty, preferably with more than one in the general vicinity of each other.
He was still going to go on motorcycle, but now he would have to attach a highly customized buggy to the back of it.
After getting the motorbike to his standards of course.
Here's hoping they still have some of that Jewish spirit with the salesman that his greed will overwrite his need to be an unemployed snitch of the Japanese government.
He had the money to make the man be more than happy to accommodate the rich yet heavily geared suspicious induvial right?
-Shift-
"Kanpai!" He cheered along with the rest of his gang, as they all chugged down their cheap beer as one in jubilation. It was a good end of the day since not only did they manage to get a such a pretty score, but also escape the law cleanly alongside those PRT jokers they called hero's around these parts. The best and bare minimum to be capable already left a long time ago for greener pastures after the Kyushu failure. Some laughably debasing themselves into the level of criminals such as himself and his gang, the wavers.
"Soon! All shall waver in fear of us boss!" Once of his more… shall we say 'dull' lackeys cheered.
"Ha Ha! Indeed (not important)! Soon we will be able to expand and take over Japan's underworld! The wavers shall soon be a name to fear! And without the Sentai Elite stopping us, and our greatest rivals the Yakuza dead with the sinking of Kyushu, we shall become peerless! No one will be able to stop us!" He shouted boastfully in the open of the public area, uncaring of the close to destitute patrons and bartender uncaring of the criminal's rowdiness or shameless planning in the open as they have no want or need of trouble. A motorcycle coming close by and turning off nearby going unnoticed by all due to the usual traffic that passes by the main road.
They all cheered as they believed full heartedly their boss. His pudgy looks deceptive to the mild brute power underneath making the sumo look-alike actually be more under the brawny category.
"All will soon kneel beneath my-"
"Scuse' me." A heavily accented voice interrupted
Everyone turned to see who was the unlucky fellar who was stupid enough to interrupt the powered human's speech with a stereotypical short fuse, with a name to fit to a degree.
"You Yaki?" The heavy accent drawing everyone's attention. Bringing in their attention to a heavily dressed induvial, wearing a helmet that came with gasmask attached that glowed a dim red in the moderately lighted bar.
"Who the fuck are you?" One of his goons did it in the most menacing way possible, made him proud to the point where Yaki was going to buy him a round after this.
"No need for bad manners. Just a simple yes or no question. Though I'm guessin I'hm right with your distinctive frame of burliness." It soon clicked for everyone that the short man was an American. Though why he would straight up look for the super-powered crime boss of the area was not computing for the rest.
"What do you want? You some kinda wannabe hero?" He laughed at that, his subordinates joining in as the patrons were clued in into what is about to happen and those near immediately picked up their drink away from the 'splash zone' while the bartender could only sigh and get the broom and dustpan ready. Not even bothering to call for the authorities. While the man only stood there with no reaction whatsoever, not even any funny movements as he just stood there. Unnerving some of the goon-bois.
"Not so altruistic I'm afraid." He spoke in a smooth suave voice as he walked a bit closer, getting closer between the bar and the glass window the gang was next to. "I don't work for free. I'm more into the less… respectable trade of bounty hunting. And I'm here to collect the bounty posted by the government of Japan-" Pointing simply at Yaki "-has put on your head."
It was dead silent. Before he started chuckling, then straight out laughing with his goons following behind step by step. The man just stood there, before shaking his head with a sigh before pulling out a small bundle of American dollars and handed it to the barkeeper "Apologies in advance." The barkeep taking it confusedly and thanked him quietly for it.
"You must not be from around here… Part-ner~. Those bounties posted by them oshi are nothing more than a joke. These hakuchi we call politicians put those up in the hopes someone is mekura enough to take them even under the PRT's disapproval. Even if you did capture me and brought me in, they are not giving you shit other than a congratulatory pat on the back." Everyone was just flabbergasted that there was still someone left to buy into the government's blatant lies. Even foreigners know this as common knowledge at this point. Just how isolated was this guy?
The armored man titled his head in curiosity "Is that so~? Well for your sake they had better pay up. Either way, dead or alive. You're coming with me."
"Heh. Better check your chances again because the numbers are against you frienad~." He mocked the American as his goons followed his lead and took a more aggressive stance
The Cowboy in the making could only sigh. Before faster than anyone could react, firing his revolver into all the goons. Quickly reloading it and putting it away with a twirl before they can drop. Screaming as they flopped on the ground as dying fish.
"I didn't kill them if that's what you folk be wondering. Just shot their legs devoid of anything vital." He spoke calmly, gently, without any shift of tone or reaction as if it were another chore.
"Now you gunna come quietly? Or you gun make this fun for me? Please~, make it fun for me." The amusement in his tone enraged Yakai, charging him without any thought other than to bring revenge for his boys.
-Shift-
"*CRASH*"
A pudgy body was thrown through a glass window. The Texas Ranger in all but name following calmly after his score, flowing over the windowsill with deft footwork. Stopping a small walking distance from his score still coherent after the half-hearted beating. Waiting to see what he would do next as he picked himself up. Apparently, he wasn't all brawn, as he attempted to escape from what he recognized as an unwinnable situation. Smart, but far too late.
"*BANG* ARRRRRRRRRGH!" Yaki hollowed in pain as he held the left leg that was shot. Confused why his power was unable to resist what should have been small arms fire. Unfocused on his assailant until he was right upon him.
"Say night night." He could only look up in confusion before a fist to the face made everything snap into complete darkness.
-Shift-
Newly instated police officer Yuko Siama was bored. Even with what's left of the island, it was nothing more than dregs that brought down the rest of the Japanese Archipelago. Being a receptionist for the police station was to be considered to be beneath most of the utter mess that was the force. For Yuko she was more than happy with the underlying tones of sexism, unpaid labor, and disregard if she could stay relatively safe and paid a nice sum instead of the usual patrolling most rookie officers such as her would deal with while taking almost always the grave shift. At least she is free from the desperate corruption that riffed the department.
The sad truth she was lucky enough to be exempted from what was supposed to what wasn't a honest day's pay the rest of the department, just to legally entrap her from complaining from the working conditions and blatant human rights violations, according to those outside and unfamiliar with Japan's disgustingly dystopic environment. An introspective of an unbiased logical cultural perspective if it could be even considered such.
But that's not we're here for. e're ere for un thaing n'd un thiang only: MO-NEH
The bing-bong caught her attention as a she took a double take at what she could describe as what she assumed to be a man in very unfamiliar riot armor, holding a hopefully living body draped over his shoulder. The man made a great show of walking though the double doors as he accidently(?) hit the mans head on the other doors edge a couple times before simply brute forcing it. Walking up to her receptionist desk and propping the body up, then smashing the beaten black and blue man on the desk. Dropping him to the ground like a sack of rice. His groans confirming(?) for her that the corpse was still alive.
Her fear of what could only be a dangerous person in front of her paralyzing her.
He looked at her for a couple of moments, waiting for a response. Realizing there was none, he looked across the desk until he found what he was looking for.
"*RING.*"
"…"
"*RING.*"
"…"
"*RING.*"
"…"
"*RING. RING.*"
"…"
"* .RING.*"
"…"
"*RINGRINGRINGRINGRINGRINGRINGRINGRINGRINGRINGRINGRINGRINGRI-*"
"Thank you for testing the bell to see if it works." She said with annoyance cleared of any fear. "How may I help you?"
"Ere to turn in ah bounty. Heard this was the place for it." The man spoke clearly even with the gask mask adorning it. Though why he stenciled in 'Forgive Me Mama' in English had her drink well into the pool of curiosity. She nodded, doing her job even though she knew what was going to happen next. She picked up the phone and dialed for the current inspector who will be working well into the night shift.
"Mr. Zumi-San, a man is here to turn in a bounty." Before any response he could utter she immediately hung up the phone. "You do realize you won't be getting paid for the bounty?"
"So I have been told. Though I appreciate the warning beautiful, when the male aggression starts flying, I suggest getting down to the floor." She blushed slightly at that and gave a hesitant nod, unsure of what exactly he is specifying.
Soon a pathetic pudgy looking man was speed walking while puffing into the reception area followed by a non-descript ordinary policeman. Balding on the head with what remains of his hair falling to the side, frilling all over like his head was opened cartoonishly on hinges. He fixed it real quick while he was heaving and puffing all over. Then he took out a box of mints, threw 2 of them into his mouth, and chewed on them quite loudly as he collected himself. Finally, he opened his mouth.
"So you're the one who brought this criminal filth in. Thank you-" His eyes finally fell on the Man, looking him up and down. Unsure who or why he is dressed like that. Best for him to assume he is a cape and a foreigner while he's at it given whatever English was written on the man's helmet. Since he was a foreigner, his attitude immediately reverted into his true nature.
"Oi! Who's the gajin ere?" His voice was that of a stereotypical abusive boss
"That's the bounty hunter and his quarry Mr. Zumi-San-"
"SILENCE WOMAN!" He cut her off "THAT'S INSPECTOR ZUMI TO YOU!"
"Whatever you say Mr. Zumi-San." She said with a neutral tone, her face betraying nothing. Though the "cape" could see a twinkle of amusement in her eyes while the policeman behind fatso was trying very hard not to snort at that.
"You. Gajin. Beat it. We don't serve your filthy kind here." With the most derision possible filling his every word before turning to his subordinate that was unfortunate enough to be under his command. "Suji, take him to the special lock up. I recognize this perp and he's quite the dangerous parahuman."
"You can have him as soon as you pay up." The geared man spoke unbothered by the outright disrespect. He would've easily killed, or rather has killed for less. Let's face it, the man has killed for a twinkie, and he considers that one of the greatest decisions of his life. Top 5 but not number 1 unfortunately. But it was above making dynamite teddy bears with a Russian at least. So it wasn't that bad. But it was below crucifying religious extremist leaders.
You know, liberal conservatives.
The fat bastard laughed in his face. "Ha! You're getting shit. Now leave him or be arrested for obstructing official police business." Fearless and daring in his posture, not even putting a hand on his gun since all police are under the jurisdiction of the PRT, and to go against someone his rank and get away quick enough for a time will bring the 'heroes' attention on the hunter, something he's betting all in on. I mean usually it's a safe bet, but he bet wrong.
So very, very, very, wrong
"Is that so?" Our main man quickly scanned the faces of the other two people. Seeing the remorseful looks on their faces they kept quiet as expected. They cannot afford to do the right thing, not with their livelihood unsecure. He can't fault them, but he won't respect them either.
So, he picked up Yaki with one hand propping him onto his knees and- "*SNAP*" ended him. Letting the body drop to the floor, spasming before finally stilling. He swiftly turned and started walking away without another word. The three were in open shock, so surprised by how callously he killed the man. The turd of lard's anger easily overtook him as he fumbled with his pistol, blatantly showing his inadequacy coupled with corruption as he took it out and shoot the source of his anger.
"*BANG*… You shot me in the back." As expected, the bullet did nothing but flatten against the coat, causing the man to stop in place and do a complete 180 ° heading straight for the inspector. Yuko was a smart woman, and with growing apprehension, she put the pieces together quite easily of what exactly was going to happen next. While her fellow rookie police officer Suji-san stood there in shock.
Zumi just unloaded the rest of his shots, predictably uncaring that he has expended the only ammunition he has. "*CLICK* WHY *CLICK* WON'T *CLICK* YOU *CLICK* DIE!?" *CLICK*-" His snarls and confusion of due to a lack of care on guns just had him stand there and furiously pull the trigger in such a revolting way, as if his anger was enough to keep firing the gun as the object of his current frustrations was calmly striding towards him.
He stopped right in front of him, took a poise a martial artist would take, and~ uppercutted the still illusioned failure of an inspector. To say he died from it is an understatement. The moment the fist impacted the head that was supposed to be attached started liquifying from the neck up. Organs, bones, (maybe) hair, brain matter and all turned into a fine paste painting the roof with one fine spalt.
He left before the body fell on the floor, the door closing before Yuko could scream.
What need was there to do so? It's just. Heh. Modern art.
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Unbelievable. I was expecting nothing and yet I was still disappointed. Then the fatarse just had to act as bad as he looked. Which also happens to be equal to as bad as he spoke. What is up with this country and its cliché of hating and discriminating against foreigners. That's discounting the fact they are the ones responsible for turning the brownies into an ntr prime race. Though I can't deny that we Americans may have fanned the flames quite a bit. I blame Alabama for the more distasteful side of interracial hentai
I think my thoughts have drifted again
I didn't want to motor away to the airport. Not because they'll have a BOLO notice on about but because I was pissed now. So I do what I usually do and take a walk. Just to stew in my thoughts and calm down. Though I suppose it would also look like I was inchin for a brusin. But to be honest, I don't think I have any more iota for non-lethal mercy in me tonight.
Hard to do when you can't exactly leave the world of your frustrations. Honestly I'm contemplating leaving something here just before I leave it. That is of course a very big if to be able to leave and go to a new universe. Then again, I got no proof on the contrary. So it's best to get the corresponding skills in science, repair, lock-picking, and yes, gambling as well along with the stats luck and intelligence. Since it's just a word without any specifications it works in general rather than a niche. That is more broken than any other fanfic I have ever read. Even other fallout gamers were only limited by either what the writer or main character. Actually, there was only two that I can recall with one complete and the other just dried up unfinished.
One has to do with penguins in naruto while the other was just a standard fallout system you'd find in game that has a console command menu. Unlike penguin naruto I intend to reach the end and hope my 'creator' will allow it to reach the end, instead of ending in purgatory. Interestingly enough, every fanfic ever read can easily be described as Dantes Inferno. Which funny enough is also a fanfiction or perhaps it is not, who knows?
One man's reality is another man's Fantasy. Unknowingly creating a cycle that creates meaning. Someone's always watching if you have a story to live, but nobody gives a damn if you don't have a story to tell.
Then again I am an insane asshole who once thought about how I would take down the United States… I didn't actually do it back home by the way, they did that by themselves unfortunately.
Damn I want some ramen right now. Though I can live without sake and their te-
"Halt villain!" I almost clicked my tongue in annoyance. Not right now, please God give me the strength not to end these schmucks and send them straight to you.
I turned around since there was no way I could avoid killing them out right if one of them put their hands on me. Showing me 5 power ranger cast offs of questionable legality.
"Surrender! You're outnumbered!" Taking all manner of stereotypical (meaning very wrong) martial art positions opposite of me in a mostly empty night stricken street. All the color coded fools were men, so I wouldn't have to contradict myself with what I said earlier. Though they seem a bit shorter than the usual Japanese man, just a little under my height. I am sure they aren't kids so it seems pretty ok to murk them.
I mean they are wearing nothing but spandex that leaves too much to the imagination so for humanity and God's sake what I'll do will be considered a mercy kill at best.
I don't want to spare the effort, so I guess diplomacy is a go?
"Who?" That threw a curveball at them as they changed from their pose into one of shock since their faces are mostly covered. Why do they need to communicate through body language? This isn't charades ya know. And how did they synchronize their actions? They pentupletes or is it quintuplets? Or is it a hive mind ability? Oh. Looks like I completely blanked out of their "very important" dialogue.
"Look, I am having a bad day. It's probably just my brother who's pretending to be me." I said lying through the teeth
Speech check failed
Damn it
"Ah. Then we're sorry to bother you suspicious looking citizen-HEYWAITAMINTUE!" Orange I was glad I'm not thinking of bananas as they all point at me oh so dastardly with a pose that unfortunately gets me thinking of bananas. Did you get it yet?
"Nice try villain scum! But you cannot fool the Mad-" and this is where I just blanked out again. What will it take these midget arseclowns to get the hint? I knew I should've gotten that intimidation perk but I was kinda hoping to get it naturally first. Are these clowns some kind of human equivalent of what happens when you crossbreed dogs so much they become literally too stupid to live on their own?
Do they have no concept or fear of death?
"-defeat is the only end for a villain such as you!" I think that counts as a no
"Don't call me that again. Now, I'm going to say this clearly in a way you retard monkey midgets can understand: Fuck off." They all gasped scandalized, emulating 1 of the three monkeys that symbolize hear, see, say no evil. I hate to break it to you watchers but this ain't no shonen manga. This is Greek mythology. And in Greek mythology, hero's don't get happy endings. Besides Perseus of course.
Speech check failed
"How unyouthful! Not only you have such an uncouth-"
"Shut up! JUST. Shut. Up. And walk away. I ain't gonna repeat myself." Knowing it's a bad idea due to stupid Japanese gun laws that most likely still exist here, I flourish my trench coat to the side. Showing my revolver hanging by the side with my hand near.
Unfortunately, that did not give me the response I wanted.
"*collective gasp* Truly! Your criminal behavior knows no bounds! To-*BANG*!" I had enough and put a bullet through his head then the rest of his dumbass posse with a pinpoint fannin through deadeye with one bullet left. God, I love it already. Amen~.
Update!
Oh what is it now?
Protectorate
-Shunned-
You've left a poor impression on the community and may be shunned as a result
You may also be met with hostility that would not be favorable to you
What?
…
Are you fucking kidding me right now? 25 luck stat my ass!
How in the sam- I used my pseudo technosiswhatchmahcallit and immediately snapped my head at the CCTV panned right in blatant sight of my gift to humanity cleaning the genepool.
Pissed, I shot the damn camera and was not able to enjoy the motions reloading the gun properly for the first time. I went straight to mr. orange and just started kicking his head
"IS *KICK* THIS *KICK* WANT *KICK* YOU *KICK* WANTED *KICK* YOU *KICK* SON *KICK* OF *KICK* A *KICK* BITCH!? *KICK* YOU *KICK* COCKSUCKIN *KICK* NO LOVERS *KICK* LONER *KICK* LOOKIN ARSE!? YER DRIVIN AS AH POSH CUNT RIGHINTA DA DEVILS ARSE!" My old Scottish accent flaring through.
Unsatisfied from kicking the head, I stomped down hard on it a couple times before I was satisfied running a dead cunts face. Seeing the futility of taking care of the bodies, I walked into the dark and vanished without a trace.
But what good would it do now that I am known before I was ready?
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I was sitting on the edge of a… I don't know what they call it. Just that it leads to the water that fills in the whole marina bay that ebbs and flows into the sea to my right.
Since the night is coming to a close, I decided to enjoy the moon-lit bay, studying my uniquely master-crafted revolver. I didn't have the stats to replicate nor improve on it (if it was even possible) but it was quite kind with it's requirement and maintenance stats. The intricately meaningful engravings were beautiful. Done reverently and with purpose. Runes I believe, though what they more or say or even how much effort went into it will take time.
Though I appreciate it being indestructible, bound, can never be used against me in any way, and a bunch of secret effects that I have to discover along with the rest of the special named signature weapons. Though I noticed that it's had three stanzas of lines written in Hebrew. Not unlike 'A Ligh Shinning in Darkness'. I'll do my best to translate it.
מי שיודע, מבין
(Those Who Know, Understand)
אלה שמקשיבים, קולטים
(Those Who Listen, Perceive)
אלה שמאמינים, מפגינים
(Those Who Believe, Manifest)
I believe that was correct. Grandfather literally beated it into me after all.
But… These words are not a verse. But they too do have meaning just as the phrase engraved on the slide of the Burned Man's pistol is from the Bible passage John 1:5 (some may say "Understood" in place of "overcome"), "The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it." Which fit's perfectly into his character. But how does 'The Mysteriously Lucky' fit into mine? I was not borne with innate luck whatsoever. Otherwise I wouldn't be here right now. But it did resonate with the things I learned and believed in.
Strength in oneself. Beginning to end. I believe in God, I respect him and his teachings, I prayed to him, but I did not worship him. I don't believe that's what he wanted. I think, to know without a doubt that life is in celebration of him to be the best we can be to do the greatest we can. Wasting away, spending so much time in prayer or an extremely conservative lifestyle is a sin that I see comparable to suicide. For your wasting time of your life doing nothing productive or meaningful with the life God most likely had a very big hand in.
But that's unfortunately my opinion. I know he's real, yet he does have limitations he put on himself or we just either not or can't be explained. Though it does help to think he mostly doesn't give a shit and let the things he set in motion be.
Though why is it like this? Not sure if it does holy damage- "*ROAR*"
My head snapped towards the sound. There, in the distance, was one big slimy fellar.
I was unbothered how closely far it was across the bay as I attempted to snap my fingers trying to kickstart my memory. I mean I do try to as I'm still wondering why the quest hasn't been completed yet and why do my balls itch.
I finally sticked my index finger up in remembrance as I scratched my crotch with my gun barrel.
Do not try this at home kids. I am a legally questionable professional who can grow his dick and balls back with an hour of sleep. If you can do that, go ahead. The thought of you blowing your whole dick off that for some strange reason I can't explain: it brings me joy.
Ah! I remember now! Wat-urh kaiju rip off! And it seems he is terrorizing the city while being pelted by a bunch of-….. People? Some of them are conjuring something to attack it. So I'm guessing they're the heroes of this world. Ho-ho-ho, they are getting fuuuuuuu~. It doesn't seem that they are having a good time. Though with how he's such ah big un, I'm sure he's getting off scot free. Pun fully intended.
Though taking out that guy must offer sooooo much experience… I wonder…
I got up, before holstering my gun before closing my eyes. I want to try something. Taking a deep breath, before I invoked deep within me with absolute certainty.
'I do not aim with my hand; he who aims with his hand has forgotten the face of his father. I aim with my eye.'
'I do not shoot with my hand; he who shoots with his hand has forgotten the face of his father. I shoot with my mind.'
'I do not kill with my gun; he who kills with his gun has forgotten the face of his father. I kill with my heart.'
The moment I finished it, I willed to move with Deadeye automatically working interlocked with my will. Everything slowed even while still moving beyond.
Right as I felt I lined exactly where it would kill it dead.
Without question
Without doubt
Without fear
Did I fire true death
The shot barely registering to me as it moved
One moment the cruel thing was moving and snarling
The next it froze and stilled
Level Up! X20
Heh. Hell to the f'in a. Closing the stat allotment for another time, allowing me to see the foul thing fall over, did I look at the revolver with the full respect that it deserves.
I think you and I will be definitely be going places.
I feel like I'm forgetting something. Eh. If I forgot something, then it probably wasn-
"*BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM*"
A bright light captured my attention immediately with the resulting shockwave. A mushroom cloud almost comparable to the nukes of my time covering the general area where the abomination received death. Someone really wanted it dead it seems.
I-I. I. I DIDN'T DO IT THIS TIME! I HAD NOTHING TO DO WITH THIS. HO-HO-HOLEE SHIT THOSE PEOPLE THERE ARE FUQIN DED! I'm laughing hysterical at the grim reality. My face contorting with humor as the closest humanely attempt at a pog face.
They ded as fuq. Oh man~, ultra murdered supbar ded. What is wrong with this world? Did they really need to confirm a death like that?
I rather not deal with the rapidly approaching shockwave. So I did the only logical thing left to do to get the hell outta dodge and completely avoid any and all association with this. This being something I have no idea what your talking about and had nothing to do with it whatsoever.
I dived into the safe embrace of the ocean, and let the mini tsunami take me out to sea
There's nothing let to worry about at sea right? Right?
I am motivated by positive reviews. I'll probably write faster. I will go even faster being paid that will be well-appreciated and insure it will go faster. Nothing is behind a paywall but I need to support myself and pay my dues for my eternal loyalty to games. Link is in my bio.