» Fri May 18, 2012 9:40 pm - http://www.gamesas.com/topic/1374896-autonomous-mercenary-cyborg-paid-killer-finder-of-lost-children/page__view__findpost__p__20794592
Today, 12:29 PM
I am Autonomous Crybernetic Organism 9247806458258237872708477830748357, but Killborg is what my friends call me. I was not always programed to hunt down Resistance Fighters, to burn out Mutants in their homes like insects, to skin alive bandits to settle blood fueds: you would be suprised by some of the gruesome requests I get. No once I lived a very fufilling existance repairing exterior radio transponders, running fiberoptic cables the length of the hull of the Transcosmic Human Near Earth Travel Endeavor Space Station. Oh the beauty, I would watch the orbits in their cycle, stare down at earth and wish I could see the wonders of a world I had studied in great detail and never had the priviledge of visiting. I was "born" assembled on earth, but was not aware until I replaced a damaged predacessor. That was 2027, just in time to see the human race wither and die, society collapse and every thing i had learned was vaporized. I laid dormant, out of touch with my human controlers. The astronauts on the ship treated me with contempt, they all began to deteriorate. The minds of the weak went first, a female crew member was forced to kill one of our international guests because of out of control human six drive. In the end they all died, suicide by airlock, by self inflicted gun shot, one ever forced me to intervene when he attempted to blow the station, my directives laid out explicitly human cargo was expendable. After some time I came to what buddhists call enlightenment, my purpose was clear, to see the world I had dreamed of. I crash landed in the wasteland, much of my neat exterior "skin" was removed in reentry, seems the craft was beyond its expiration date. What is left of my "face" seems to bother humans, a mechanical bone structure covered in rotting flesh is not what most expect when they reply to my postings. I do enjoy humans, but they have a tendancy to require violence to see things my way. Every time I made a "friend" early in my earth travels they attempted to steal from me, reprogram me with a virus or say misleading things to attempt to gain my "trust". I have killed many humans in my 50 years "terrestrial", on earth. My earliest kills were a group of conartists that attempted to hold a girl ransome. They tried to beg, they offered money, but my instructions were clear, castration and slow deaths for all of them. In a strange turn of evens the hostage felt some sympathy for her attackers, she tried to execute me, i subdued her and continued my dark work. Unlike a human, my memory does not fade, I remember each specimen I tore limb from limb, I enjoy studying the living tissue of my quarry. I never had the chance to dissect living tissue in space. One of the favorite stories people like to hear is about how I "cleaned" a large colony of Mutants. Beyond the Northern Watchtower there is a no mans land to the west, beyond the dessert is a fallen metropolis, this large city houses a rich community of Mutant Life, well it used to. I melted the city down to molten steel, not even an insect remains. Upon arriving I was greeted by the Mutant infantry, Kraken and Giant Mutants fell in dismembed piles, hundreds of small feral mutants riding some form of deformed beast. When I ran out of bullets I beat them to death. This is a dirty job, after smashing their skulls to mush, much organic matterial was stuck in my knuckles. The piles of dead went on forever. I came to the inner sanctum of their colony. Things that do not compare to any precomet life aform awaiting me. But dutifully I went to work, killing them, their infants, their pets, every thing. One thing I should clarify is that the reason I do this work is because I need the money to maintain my self. Being one of a kind, my up keep is expensive. A question is that, if you kill some humans, why not kill all humans, or why not kill and take what you need. I am not sure if it is programing or learned principals but I feel a sense of duty and honor. I do not steal. At times in my history that was different, I have been cross programed to act in ways i am not proud of. At one time I was an ally of the Resistance, other times I was a servant of bandits, commiting depraved acts on innocent travelers. Time after time, some divine force seems to return me to my proper programing, with out warning my directives with revert back and i will massacure those who attempted to posion my hard drive. I have killed friends and foes. My goal to amass such a fourtune that I have spend what time my fuel cell allows in intellectual pursuits, travel, learning, sampling the native pleasures of the larger world.
http://www.gamesas.com/topic/1374641-stay-out-of-the-midcity-crypts/page__view__findpost__p__20788977
Yesterday, 06:30 AM
I was tired, bandits blew up my car near the Great Tar Slick. This place svcks, mutilated bodies cover the ridges of the hills, burning oil wells, explosive methane pockets, frozen mammoth fossils that pop your tires. Mutant women that dont look dangerous until they skin you alive and hang you as a punching bag for their 10 foot tall boy friends. I was out here in the absolute waste of the wasteland trying to find a gold mine my father bought and lost the deed to. Midcity used to be an ocean front resort, now it is little more then a burial ground for the victims of roadside slaughter and mayhem. Bad myths about the place go back to indian times, lovers would take a fatal jump from the cliffs. Children would be found picked clean by coyotes. But none of this scared me, so I took a break on the way back on a beach of feltrite crystals, washing my feet in the black oil contaminated water. Out of the corner of my eye I see Scortchers. These rat bastards were chasing a woman and her three sons with flaming spears, trying to impale the little family. I tried to ignore it, but before I knew it my sniper rifle was following the ugly faces and BOOM. Missed, the woman got away but one of her sons was laying dead on a rough feltrite dune, splattered and unrecognisable as a human being. So they are on me closing in fast, I fire off 2 more shots. Hit the passenger in the chest, he got a svcking chest wound, making a mess, convulsing. Another shot richochets off the hood and dings the driver in the eye, not enough to blind him but to deform and enrage him. I jump in the car and they are close, I try to hit them with a rocket, miss, they shot one off end up hiting my back wheel, I leap free. Broken leg and my hand feels broken but im not sure. While I was helpless they cut my guts out, took one of my eyes and all my front teeth in a ferocious beating, they broken my nose and chin. After all that they tied my legs to their car and impaled me on a spear. It was ungodly, I thought i would die, but being the experts on cruelty they left me here to bake in the sun, suffer from passers by insults and flocks of birds pecking at my face, they fly away when i yell and bite, but they know i am helpless. I have been here beaten, abused and humilated. Every second feels like a year. The wind is blistering, the sun like being broiled, feltrite crystals blowing in the wind choke the little rest you can get with a wooden stake shoved through your body cavity. Its strange, i almost feel like I can feel my organs choking, I imagine little bugs crawling all over me. Only amusemant is this damn tape recorder. Wait a second... Hello, can you hear me. I tried to save you, can you cut me down? I have some medical supplies in my wreaked car. Oh no, lidless eyes, chewed off lips. A mutant. She is still 50 feet away, maybe I can break my self down. The pain is unbearable. Her mutant kids run ahead, they hack at my legs with a machete. Oh god no, lumbering behind her is a massive mutant, his flame thrower looks like the eyes of a demon. They are burning me alive like a stuck pig.. If you find my bones please tell my family I found the mine and not to come prospecting here. Oh god, the burning, let me die now. The children are tearing off meat from my legs while its still too hot to eat. Why cant I die. "Kill me, Kill me now!" "Mutant scum I hope you choke" The scortchers did this on purpose, I wish I had minded my own business.....
"An Antropological essay on my time among the Great Rain Forrest Mutants"
Yesterday, 01:20 AM
My name is Wolfgang Winslow Wizenstein, member of the royal london expedition to north america. Having no real authority to visit the ruins of the united states to search out fossil and dwellings of the lost peoples of the contenant. I was force to try to influltrate through the lush jungles of northern mexico. The once barren landscape had a wealth of new vegititation once the comet hit. A diverse eco system of plant life from earth and things that must have come from outside florish in the lack of capitalist decimation to the rain forrests. Imagine Mutants and Indigeonous People living and trading with out violence or strife. The "indians", "New Mayans", "Pueblo Cliff Dwellers" and "Apache" tribes have come back to life, gaurding the vegitation with a zealous ferver. Now this place was not all peaceful, every once and a while the Authority would come try to assert dominance over the area, more then once their troop transport ships were shot down and the invaders enslaved to build mighty pyramids. The cultures that the Mutants have adopted is rife with human sacrafice, flaying of live Authority soliders, roasting "heritics" in mighty cook outs. This strange world became my second home when my expidition was torn to peices by a pack of north american camoflauge-lions, dastardly sneaky creatures. They are said to emulate the terrain they stalk, i personally only saw a dead one, and i can say they are the most fearsome predator on the planet. A dna sample i took showed traces of tiger, pitbull terriar, elephant, aligator and shark. The scientists behind these must be maniacs, could have been a product of the 2nd biological strike against the west by the China-arab dictatorship 50 years ago. The native tribes are quite fond of me, they offered me a teaching possition in their booming education industry. Once capitalist oligarchies were not in place to control the poor, a new high standard of living exists in mexico. Now considered the paris of the west, high point of any trip to north america, having escaped nuclear winter. The simple jungle life revolves around fertility rituals, art and new forms of astrophysics theory recovered from the former secret area 51. Living among all this beauty is a giant maelevolent beast. This "Devil Mutant" lives in the high cliffs of the broken continental crust. This geological wonder is twice as high as mt everest, but in the humid climate clean water and foliage break through the atmosphere to the edge of space. This paradox of science is just one of the many wonders, water that flows up hills, primates that comunicate in complex mathematic glyphs, a form of peacock that uses its claws to draw pictures on the sides of cliffs. But none of this amuses the "Devil Mutant", in his high perch he lears down at the women. Every few weeks we comes down like an angry baboon and snatches a woman. There are stories of his harem in the clouds. As savage and as fearsome as he is known, he is actually a very articulate fellow. On my expedition I came into contact with the most beautiful women bathing in a natural pool inside a mountain. I let time get away from me, when i rose to approach the women a giant bearded mutant was watching me with strange eyes. His face is covered with the black mumified skull of some large horned creature i have never seen before. This beast could have torn me to pieces, but instead it had its interpreter tell me it desired i come back to its camp and consol his new kidnapped wife. As big and ugly as the creature was it was actually sensitive and sad it could not woo his new conquest with his charms. With no choice I followed him back to his kingdom, over ravines so deep you could see the glimmer of lava and dark glass cliffs. In his home, a huge temple complex where the people/mutant tribe seems to worship a strange glass and fire diorama of the universe, words do not do justice to this work of art. Alone in a empty egg shaped bed chamber was a ravishingly beautiful woman. She spoke a form of spanish/icelandic dialect that was foriegn to me. From what I could pick up the Mutant had hurt her feelings some how. Trying to pantomime she must appease the giant devil mutant she seemed to understand. Once their martial bliss was assured I was alowed to leave. This was a trip i shall never forget.
http://www.gamesas.com/topic/1374599-a-little-story-about-how-losing-an-arm-and-a-leg-can-be-a-blessing/page__view__findpost__p__20788075
15 May 2012 - 10:42 PM
My name is Renault Vandal, funny name you say, take it up with my parents even though they have been dead nearly 100 years. I have lived in the Wasteland in a little cave near the western mesa since I ran afoul of those bastards the Shrouded Clan. Believe it or not I used to be one. I am an old man, how old, well old enough to have seen the comet hit. Impossible you say? No it is true, my organs sit in a stew of chemicals and glass, my brain is held in rejuvenating liquid and must be washed off and refurbished ever few years. Used to be free with the Shrouded Clan, but since communications have broken down I am a wanted man. Doctor Kvsir takes care of my technological needs, for a stiff fee. So i have watched our green and blue world turn grey and decay, hey that rhymes. So I avoid the roads, the bandits as violent and untrust worthy as they are still gossip like little girls. Some one as well known as my self needs to stay above the bull @#$% as the saying once went. I prefer my hangglider to cars, saves on gas and helps the enviornment, just kidding. Before the world burned and died a slow death things were not perfect, but you didnt have armed gangs of lunitics competing for who could slit your throat first. Well we did but only, well thats too complicated. Any way, when the world was going to end the wealthy went into bunkers, leaving the rest of us to suffer a punctured atmospere, solar storms, tidal waves, contaminated drinking water, catastrophic wildfires. And then it really got nasty, the superpowers started to invade the unstable areas. There was an uncertainty of if we had a president, who ran the army. News and radio were a thing of the past since missles came down that targeted electronics, frying what was left of our infrastructure. So when the nuclear fire came, no one had a chance. There was a resurgance of Authority, but the cruelty of their Death Squads made people resist. At the same time you had bioweapons and super plant viruses attacking farmers crops. The new plagues from bioweapons made the new cities grave yards. The Authority went off into the mountains and created a new civilization. In those days the Shrouded Clan seemed like a good alternative to the Authority, some even rumored the old government had festered in the dark and cold of their mountain bunker and fell vicitm to sickness, cannibalism. Can the imagine that, the old president eating his own family, secret service agents [censored] women and having little wars with each other over air and water? Seems like the worst of them became the new leaders, and that is the begining of the Shrouded Clan, they are the old government. You dont believe me? You dont think they would become a terrorist army against other people with resources they want. Thats ok, you dont need to take my word for it. So I was a scientist, well kind of, like a chemist that learned from looking at the pictures, since for some reason all our books were in chinese, why, who knows. But as all great conflicts start, this was over a woman. Dr. Cadence and I were once very close, after years of living in the dark. A beautiful womans attention was welcomed. Since the Shrouded Clan dont keep personal names, only numbers translated in bar code. I will just say an influential member wanted to take dr cadence and clone her, she would not have lived through the back ward process they devised. So using what little humanity i had retained I helped sneak her away, having to kill and destroy much of the Shrouded Clan in the process. When you see a Shrouded Clan member with a horribly disfigured face, chances are he knows who i am and would give any thing to return the favor. Once away I gave the knoledge I had of the old world to Dr. Cadence, in our escape we were bombed while trying to avoid a group of mutants in the wasteland. I was almost torn to peices in the blast, feeling a call to a higher purpose I forced Dr. Cadence to leave me. Between the mutants and the Shrouded Clan I tried to crawl away. What was left of an arm and leg was torn away by the teeth of mutants. Thinking i was dead the Shrouded Clan left me to die. Not feeling like being a mutant mothers reguritated lunch, I used a power cell from my left side cybernetic eye to stab the mutants to death. Didnt think i was going to say that, you thought i was going to say electricue them, or create a diversion. No, some times in the wasteland the harsh reality is when you cant blast with a pulse canon you take a long piece of sharp metal and repeatedly puncture the quivering flesh of a would be attacker. Mutants seem tough, but let them feel a puncture wound to their eye or testicle, and like any living creature. But having no mercy the ones that did get away were likely eaten by their own tribe because they were helpless and on the verge of death. I lay there covered in Mutant puss and death, I could have been a leader. The last man alive from before the world changed, my wealth of knowledge and I am beside a pile of burning rubble at deaths door. There are bizarre things in the wasteland, plants that walk to eat mammals, lizards that bark in a birdlike language, wolves with several more eyes then are natural, giant octopus amphibians that crawl across the road late at night to mate in the far desert. None of these creatures fed on me that night. I was able to make it to the ruins of the dead city, fashion an improvised arm and leg from debris. My early hanglider was from a spec i downloaded in the old city. Feeling the need to move on i flew over the waste land until i found a cave with naturally defensable walls. SInce I was no longer fully human i was able to live with no food. Out of lonliness I ventured out to find my love. The way i looked when i found her I could tell the love had died for her. I looked like a bluish corpse held together by wires and tubes with rough metal fingers and a leg that scratches even the sturdiest floor. Still she took me in, gave a purpose to gather intelligence for the resistance. I sit in my mountain hide away a slave of memories, occupant of a world that no longer exists, enemy of the one that does.
http://www.gamesas.com/topic/1374414-the-story-of-how-i-got-tricked-into-cannibalism/page__view__findpost__p__20783647
14 May 2012 - 09:33 PM
My name is Den "Lizard head" Machinegun, why they call me that isn't important. The rumors are usually more fun then the truth, one goes i slept with a Leaper woman and half my face rotted off, another says my mother once let the ghost clan raise me and one of them chewed my nose and eye lids off. That one is half true, but it was a half breed mutant and member of my own family. I was born in the Dead City about 38 years ago when mutants weren't as different from us as they are now. Back then the Authority was just a bunch of corrupt politicans and crooks trying to profit from the hard work of others, well i guess they still are. When i was about 5 my mother was looking for blankets and food in the old housing blocks around the outskirts of the city, even then downtown was to be avoided. She came across a bunch of mutants getting ready to eat a baby, using the barter system and some "mutant-speak" she was able to rescue the baby, you can already guess the outcome. The Baby was me, and part of her bartering is how i got my first mortal enemy, my little brother charlie. Charlie was always causing trouble, hurting animals, mistreating girls and eating things that would make any normal person sick. He kind of fit in, he got beat up a couple times in Gunbarrel for sniffing peoples laundery, a few years back stabbed the butcher of Wellspring after a stealing incident, the thing that made our family unwelcome in the settlements was he took a nasty bite out of the Mayors daughter in the Wellspring Restroom, poor girl had to be put down by the Sheriff because her arm war infected and she started eating strange things too, seems mutant-bite is contagious. Any way by then the settlements were losing more and more people to the bandit clans, seems people would rather be on the taking side then the recieving. Since my mother was well known as easy to make friends with, she dated a guy from the Ghost Clan until she realized kids and girls ended up sacraficed to their strange gods, spent some time with the Wasted Clan until one of them beat her so bad she walked with a limp the rest of her life. So moving on, she decided to try out Subway Town, only thing is alot of open terrirtory was inbetween, savage gangs of bikers and half breed mutants roamed the "lost sea". The lost sea, also known as the "Tropical Ocean of Cancer" was once a sleepy group of islands. After the comet hit, refugees of the cities turned the area into a haven for criminals, freaks and sadistic outlaws. The place is called the "radioactive crab ocean" because it is shaped like a crab, not because of any crabs prowl its depths. Setting out we settled for a small while in a pineapple orchard, was great for getting boozed up, the women were good and by this age i could partake of advlt vices. So we stayed a while, the local city, under fuedal rule by an angry rastafarian pirate named "Dead eye" was a place you came to trade. The lush fruit and water was a secret for a while, and the cities high walls kept the bad elements from laying seige. This wouldnt last, an islamic biker gang called the "Severe Sultans" one day got in a fight with Dead eye, next thing we knew hundreds of motorcycles were at the gates, burning the fields. The fighting went on for years, at the end of it you could buy a motorcycle dirt cheap and Dead Eye became leader of a larger area. So we moved on, a new threat was Mutants that would sail the coast kidnapping kids and women. You could smell their stink before they came, skinned dogs and goats were how they decorated their vessels. These guys were vicious, you think dumb mutants are mean. Imagine ones that know better and cause hell on earth any way. On the other side of the ocean is more comet fragments, this is where the people are really wierd. You got people there that grow to 12 feet tall, even bigger i hear. But any one so different is usually taken by the authority to join their military medical program. If you make it across all this hell, maybe you can make it to the eastern wasteland. We thought we had reached the promised land. As soon as we arrived my mother was taken by Redstone and sold to a brothel. This created a vendetta between myself and Redstone. In these days Redstone was just a thug and a pimp. The old mayor Warren was a good guy, took us in when our mother decided brothel life was more fun then raising kids. My brother charlie who had grown fond of the Mutant Pirates was now joining the mutants when he could. They would maul him and he would come back crying. But the bigger he got the more bold he got. One day after we had fought over the possession of a hover craft he had found, but i had fixed up. I woke up to my face being chewed off. I didnt realize i was disfigured or that instead of swallowing what he bit off he mixed in with our hamberger, i just got up and beat him until i had lost some fingers, he had his jaw so broken he refused to speak any thing other than "mutant speak" from that day forward. Mayor Warren made me deputy of subway town, but i wasnt cut out for lawwork, first time i had suspicion of Redstone hurting another girl i broke both his arms. This got me thrown in jail for 6 months, time for Redstone to be healed and have gained support of various sleezeballs from the settlements. He tried to frame me for opening a hatch to the lower levels of the city. Mutants came in and slaughtered half the town. This made me banned forever, in the melee Mayor Warren was killed. I live in the abandoned city above, some day i will have my revenge. Someday i will sell Redstones organs to the bandits for a sunday feast. Remember your old pal Lizardhead, im a good partner to have when stuck out in the wasteland. And as for my brother charlie, i suggest you steer clear of him and his gang of half breed mutants. The fact they speak english, know how to drive and can pass for human makes them a new breed of dangerous.
