Apocalypse World 2nd Edition: MEAT - Still down to Zero, An Unsung Hero
- David as Li'l Walt the King of 1-DR: Dedicated showman that has BIG plans for this little Wasteland sideshow. BIG plans.
- Gina as Chief McFigglesworth: Fuck Gritch and Fuck Chief. I just wanna watch it all burn from the sidelines while I protect my own.
- Mike K as Gritch Sundown: They should have given me something to do, cause I got bored, but now I have a new plaything.
"Hey Ms. Chief, we ain't got no customer's, but Been's Bug Bar is got a line out the door since Rolfball's been helping him out. Whatchu want us to do?" Chief's head waiter asked as he poked his head into the drug kitchen.
Chief was still fuming about the vision she'd seen when she tried to open her brain to the psychic maelstrom. She was determined to take her anger out on everyone.
"Go find that little asshole Visage. Tell him to bring me some bug bar grubs I'm sending a delivery to Li'l Walt's crew care of Rolfball and Been," she sent the waiter off as she got to work.
Li'l Walt was overseeing the construction of the Big Show's new arena gauntlet. Standing on the stage looking down the main road to the city's entrance, Li'l Walt heard the signal over the radio that it was ready to deploy. Surveying the crowds of his citizens stumbling around in a haze of decadent drugs and hedonism.
"You want us to clear the street Li'l Walt?" asked his new head of show secuirty.
"That's alright. I've got this." Li'l Walt responded as he threw the switch.
The center of main street cracked open and the people all turned to look. Then in a flash the street burst open walls and traps. The citizens that were caught in the way were either killed by the gauntlet deploying or quickly killed by one of it's traps.
"HOO boy! Ja see the way it took off that guy's head? Tell the boy's the built this job well done," Li'l Walt said as the citizens that weren't caught up began cheering on the savage disply in front of them, "Li'l Walt still knows what the people want."
Some chatter came over the radio, "Uh Boss? A bunch of the boys got into a delivery from Visage. A bunch of bug bars and drugs from that place that ain't Chief's. They all got really sick. They some of them are freaking out. What do you want us to do."
"Those fucking hyenas will eat anything. I hate those bug bars. Feed whatever's left to that creep Visage and kick his ass on his way out the door. Whoever he crawls back will infer the message I'm sure," Li'l Walt said as he headed back toward his headquarters and his beast Li'l Satin's training grounds.
On his way back there Chief came running up to him with her delivery of his super drugs. She did her best to chat him up about old times and let him know how to give the doses in staged for the best effects and how business was doing. While she talked away, her crew were able to sneak into the lower decks of 1-DR and plant explosives in key places without Li'l Walt's Crew noticing.
Li'l Walt went to his mutant pigeon tower and sent word out to the rest of the warlords and settlement dictators that the New Big Show was happening the evening after the local sand storm was on the main road into 1-DR. He wanted to impress the hell out over everybody in power. After The New Big show everyone in the wasteland would know Li'l Walt was the best damn show in town, without a down.
Meanwhile at Uncle Bill's Den, Gritch tried to help with the upcoming invasion. There was nothing anyone would let him do though. Even packing the invasion fleet of station wagons was left to the nephews while all the nieces prepared their arsenal of weaponry for their expected battle.
Gritch was not one to allow himself to get bored, so he went for a walk outside of the Den. It had been 7 years since he'd been anywhere in the area, so he wanted to see what had changed.
As soon as he left the cave he could see a giant nuclear sandstorm on the horizon. He could almost hear the screeching of the mutant sandworms burrowing to the surfaces in the storm. It would be a day at least before the storm passed and the way was clear to 1-DR.
For now though Gritch walked the short distance to 2-DR. The outer maze of smashed car parts wasn't guarded. 2-DR has an open door policy and allows anyone to come in, but anyone that stays too long becomes infected with a strange disease that makes them look like Charles Bronson the actor movie star.
It wasn't long before Gritch found his way to the center of 2-DR. A large auction hall where scrap was sold to lesser warlords.
On the stage he could see Big Roy, the King of 2-DR and brother of Li'l Walt, Vanna Black was with him and there was some sort of ceremony going on. It seemed she was being deputized. The last Gritch had seen she was Li'l Walt's co-host. Li'l Walt would never willingly have given her away. Maybe she's got ulterior motives.
Gritch stepped away from the crowd, found himself a nice shadowy corner, copped a squat in preparation, then opened his brain to the psychic maelstrom. After evacuating his bowels and bladder, his vision blurred until his world was spinning. When it all came clear he saw himself in Chief's Butchery's Bar. Vanna Black was there curled up in the fetal position. Gritch felt like he was in someone else's body and watched as it ran toward Vanna, punting her like a football through the roof. When he looked outside he saw a clear view of her landing in 2-Dr and the sense that that wasn't exactly what he'd wanted.
When he came out of his trance the smell had drawn them angrily.
"Hey buddy, we may be a junkyard, but we got bathroom. What's the big idea over here?" a few Bronson's said as they approached him, "Mr Mayor Big Roy, we need some sheriff justice over here with this vagrant."
Gritch stepped out of the shadowy alcove. He could see the stage. Vanna Black spotted him almost before he got sight of her. She moved so quickly Gritch began to panic. She came flying at him with a rusty chainsaw where he stun baton had once been. Gritch managed to dodge out of her way and grab hold of her skin with his violation glove.
The trip to the maelstrom must have super charged his brain, because he slipped his tendrils into hers easier than he would have expected. The violent look on her face melted away. Gritch was inside her head and there was nothing she could do about it. Gritch ran out of 2-DR and Vanna followed close behind him.
Gritch stepped away from the crowd, found himself a nice shadowy corner, copped a squat in preparation, then opened his brain to the psychic maelstrom. After evacuating his bowels and bladder, his vision blurred until his world was spinning. When it all came clear he saw himself in Chief's Butchery's Bar. Vanna Black was there curled up in the fetal position. Gritch felt like he was in someone else's body and watched as it ran toward Vanna, punting her like a football through the roof. When he looked outside he saw a clear view of her landing in 2-Dr and the sense that that wasn't exactly what he'd wanted.
When he came out of his trance the smell had drawn them angrily.
"Hey buddy, we may be a junkyard, but we got bathroom. What's the big idea over here?" a few Bronson's said as they approached him, "Mr Mayor Big Roy, we need some sheriff justice over here with this vagrant."
Gritch stepped out of the shadowy alcove. He could see the stage. Vanna Black spotted him almost before he got sight of her. She moved so quickly Gritch began to panic. She came flying at him with a rusty chainsaw where he stun baton had once been. Gritch managed to dodge out of her way and grab hold of her skin with his violation glove.
The trip to the maelstrom must have super charged his brain, because he slipped his tendrils into hers easier than he would have expected. The violent look on her face melted away. Gritch was inside her head and there was nothing she could do about it. Gritch ran out of 2-DR and Vanna followed close behind him.
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