Sanoci
Bloody Heart Shaped- Box
- Joined
- Jan 9, 2009
- Location
- Buffalo fookin, New York
Chem addled marauders frequented areas close to the strip, particularly Zapp's Neon Signs and the South Vegas Ruins. Made conspicuous from the patchwork armor, psychotic antics , and their numbers; one couldn't mistaken them for common vermin. Currently three of them were lounging in the facility with a metal chaps adorned with severed hands, and a leather plate of sorts worn on the left shoulder. Two carried varmint rifles with the third practically a giant wielding a chainsaw, burly with bullet scars traced on his upper exterior and covered by a charred arclight helmet. Tending the wounds from an earlier firefight with NCR troopers, a deep howl was emitted from the brusque savage with blood lubricating the rotating blade. Entertainment was in short supply for the fiends, awaiting another shipment of chems from the Great Khans.
" Shame they are useful, wouldn't mind some Khan pussy."
" Just get ball deep in one of the captives later Ironblood. Think anyone else is stupid enough to come this way? "
" More NCR likely, hope they bring a woman this time. Goes well with jet for the rush and buffout for a good plowing. Rapid here needs more blood "
Circling the perimeter impatiently, signs of chem addiction unfolded based on their reactions. Simply being within the confines of their base of operations meant these crazed raiders were not completely hampered by the excess chems just yet. A good fight or fuck seem like a good distraction, gawking continuously with hopes of spotting a stray animal, caravan, or something to excuse them temporarily. Duke would be furious, though the risk almost seem worth it. The question was whether or not an opportunity would arise from it.
" Shame they are useful, wouldn't mind some Khan pussy."
" Just get ball deep in one of the captives later Ironblood. Think anyone else is stupid enough to come this way? "
" More NCR likely, hope they bring a woman this time. Goes well with jet for the rush and buffout for a good plowing. Rapid here needs more blood "
Circling the perimeter impatiently, signs of chem addiction unfolded based on their reactions. Simply being within the confines of their base of operations meant these crazed raiders were not completely hampered by the excess chems just yet. A good fight or fuck seem like a good distraction, gawking continuously with hopes of spotting a stray animal, caravan, or something to excuse them temporarily. Duke would be furious, though the risk almost seem worth it. The question was whether or not an opportunity would arise from it.