I had a sudden desire to write a story about the Bloody Days and one of the Council members:
"This must be my lucky day, no one's noticed this store for some reason. Probably got hit in the early days and was robbed but none of the supplies taken, those poor fools money ain't nothing but fancy paper now"
Charles was standing in the middle of his lucky find, a hardware store that had some how gone unnoticed by other looters, probably because whoever robbed the store first wrecked up the place and everyone else assumed it was already looted.
Charles noticed this place a while back but hadn't been desperate enough to check it out. He was now, someone or something has been taking out his gang in the past week. He'd rumors that some group had gotten its act together and plans on taking the city back. That rumor he didn't believe, the world was dead along with any sense of order. However there was another rumor that he did believe, some people say that there's some psycho going through the area taking down all various crooks in the area calling himself the Judge. At some point that man would go down one way or another but who he took with was another thing. That's what these tools were for.
Charles took his time gathering his supplies, you didn't last this long in the New World without being careful. After an hour or two he got everything he wanted and headed back to his safe house. The tools should help him stay alive and take what he wanted for a good long time.
We he got close to safety he thought he saw someone out of the corner of his eye, but he couldn't stop now when he got to the safe house he could lock himself in and wait out anyone who wanted him dead. He'd made sure he had weeks worth of food at all times anyway he could.
One corner to go then home free... He turned the corner and his heart stopped. There was a barricade between him and safety, someone has been waiting for him. Thoughts of how to get away were abruptly halted as a massive voice boomed out behind him.
"Charles "Sharpeyes", leader of the Black Rats, the Order has accused you of committing multiple murders, thefts, apposing Order, and being an agent of Chaos. How do you plead?"
Charles slowly turned to face the man he could only assume was the Judge. The main he faced was a giant in reinforced riot gear complete with a riot shield and a lethally improved baton. On the shield there were a series of tally marks painted on to it, it didn't take much for Charles to guess what they were for.
"Go to hell Judge, the rest of the world has." With that he picked up an ax he found and charged the Judge.
"I take you resistance as guilty, in that case your sentence is death."
A few minutes later the Judge walked out of the ally with a new tally mark on his shield.
"This must be my lucky day, no one's noticed this store for some reason. Probably got hit in the early days and was robbed but none of the supplies taken, those poor fools money ain't nothing but fancy paper now"
Charles was standing in the middle of his lucky find, a hardware store that had some how gone unnoticed by other looters, probably because whoever robbed the store first wrecked up the place and everyone else assumed it was already looted.
Charles noticed this place a while back but hadn't been desperate enough to check it out. He was now, someone or something has been taking out his gang in the past week. He'd rumors that some group had gotten its act together and plans on taking the city back. That rumor he didn't believe, the world was dead along with any sense of order. However there was another rumor that he did believe, some people say that there's some psycho going through the area taking down all various crooks in the area calling himself the Judge. At some point that man would go down one way or another but who he took with was another thing. That's what these tools were for.
Charles took his time gathering his supplies, you didn't last this long in the New World without being careful. After an hour or two he got everything he wanted and headed back to his safe house. The tools should help him stay alive and take what he wanted for a good long time.
We he got close to safety he thought he saw someone out of the corner of his eye, but he couldn't stop now when he got to the safe house he could lock himself in and wait out anyone who wanted him dead. He'd made sure he had weeks worth of food at all times anyway he could.
One corner to go then home free... He turned the corner and his heart stopped. There was a barricade between him and safety, someone has been waiting for him. Thoughts of how to get away were abruptly halted as a massive voice boomed out behind him.
"Charles "Sharpeyes", leader of the Black Rats, the Order has accused you of committing multiple murders, thefts, apposing Order, and being an agent of Chaos. How do you plead?"
Charles slowly turned to face the man he could only assume was the Judge. The main he faced was a giant in reinforced riot gear complete with a riot shield and a lethally improved baton. On the shield there were a series of tally marks painted on to it, it didn't take much for Charles to guess what they were for.
"Go to hell Judge, the rest of the world has." With that he picked up an ax he found and charged the Judge.
"I take you resistance as guilty, in that case your sentence is death."
A few minutes later the Judge walked out of the ally with a new tally mark on his shield.
