aelf
Ashen One
"Because here at the Mojave Express, we quite simply live - and die - to deliver."
I have an idea and I want to give it a shot. Basically, the point of this game, aptly enough, is to be a courier. Not just any courier, but a Mojave Express courier, with all the glory and danger that entails. The MoEx Guy can't remember his real name after that bullet he took, but rest assured that he has the goods - your goods. Or at least he will eventually get them to you no matter what. That means his task is to recover the Platinum Chip and deliver it to the intended recipient. No ifs or buts. That's the job, and he will do it. And that's probably all he will do.
The game will be played on Hardcore mode. Most quests that don't have much to do with the MoEx Guy recovering the Platinum Chip and delivering it will be ignored. I will take suggestions on what the MoEx Guy should do, but primarily the MoEx Guy is the MoEx Guy. He won't do anything out of character. He might have a romantic interest or two along the way, but he's no casanova and neither is he a knight in shining armor.
EDIT: It's probably worth mentioning that the MoEx guy will be avoiding any major fighting. Flight, not fight. He also loves to take shortcuts.
So, anyway, let's just begin, because in this fast-moving, high pressure, get-it-done-yesterday world, we need to keep up with it all.
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Getting shot in the head blows. I'm dead serious. Luckily, I'm not dead enough to be seriously screwed.
At this rate though, I might as well be. My boss is gonna kill me for losing that package. He's gonna say "Pedro," or whatever my real name was, "what you gone and done now? Get the hell out of my office before I shoot your head off!". I got hell for throwing a fragile package over a fence the last time, but this time he's gonna fire me. I know it. I better go and find that package.
But now there's this old man talking to me. He the doctor? Well, thanks doc. Thanks for fixing up my face real good.
Now you might look at my handsome face here and think "This guy must be a celebrity or something". But I'm just your regular delivery guy, y'know? I'm not out to make a name for myself or anything.
Then the doc asks me to go look at this machine that measures all kinds of things about me. Cool. I always wanted to know more about myself.
I guess I must be pretty strong to haul stuff here and there. And I like the beach, ladies in bikinis and all that. So I guess beach bully describes me quite well.
I guess in this line of work you gotta be aware of your surroundings. You don't wanna drive your van into a bighorner that's crossing the road or go to the wrong door and have a guy point a shotgun in your face. So being an alert coyote sounds good. I also like coyotes.
And of course delivery guys like me got to be hardy too. It's a tough job, y'know?
Charisma? I guess I'm not much a people person. But usually I get by with my good looks, so whatever.
Wait a sec. Are you calling me stupid, machine?! Yeah, I'm not the smartest kid in the class, but I don't need to be. All I gotta do is keep my eyes open and do my job. Jeez.
And, yeah, you gotta be agile too. I never did work in a circus, but one of my cousins is a knife catcher. I guess it runs in the family.
Luck... Well, I gotta be lucky if I got shot in the head and didn't die.
So that sums me up. What's next?
I'm good at repairing stuff, I guess. The van breaks down all the time. Also, I can chat some chicas up and I'm good at surviving. Yeah.
Oh, yeah. I'm a good natured person. It helps in this line of work, especially when the package is late and you have to deal with an angry customer. Also, I'm obviously good at carrying things around, although I object to being called a hoarder. That's mean, bro.
Now that the doc's done with asking me questions, he walked me to the front door and gave me some stuff to wear. I like the colour. It's kind of like my uniform. So I guess I'm going to be sticking to this suit as long as I can.
With that, I step out into the sunlight after days of being cooped up in the doc's place. Somewhere out there, the package is waiting for me.
I have an idea and I want to give it a shot. Basically, the point of this game, aptly enough, is to be a courier. Not just any courier, but a Mojave Express courier, with all the glory and danger that entails. The MoEx Guy can't remember his real name after that bullet he took, but rest assured that he has the goods - your goods. Or at least he will eventually get them to you no matter what. That means his task is to recover the Platinum Chip and deliver it to the intended recipient. No ifs or buts. That's the job, and he will do it. And that's probably all he will do.
The game will be played on Hardcore mode. Most quests that don't have much to do with the MoEx Guy recovering the Platinum Chip and delivering it will be ignored. I will take suggestions on what the MoEx Guy should do, but primarily the MoEx Guy is the MoEx Guy. He won't do anything out of character. He might have a romantic interest or two along the way, but he's no casanova and neither is he a knight in shining armor.
EDIT: It's probably worth mentioning that the MoEx guy will be avoiding any major fighting. Flight, not fight. He also loves to take shortcuts.
So, anyway, let's just begin, because in this fast-moving, high pressure, get-it-done-yesterday world, we need to keep up with it all.
---
Getting shot in the head blows. I'm dead serious. Luckily, I'm not dead enough to be seriously screwed.
At this rate though, I might as well be. My boss is gonna kill me for losing that package. He's gonna say "Pedro," or whatever my real name was, "what you gone and done now? Get the hell out of my office before I shoot your head off!". I got hell for throwing a fragile package over a fence the last time, but this time he's gonna fire me. I know it. I better go and find that package.
But now there's this old man talking to me. He the doctor? Well, thanks doc. Thanks for fixing up my face real good.

Now you might look at my handsome face here and think "This guy must be a celebrity or something". But I'm just your regular delivery guy, y'know? I'm not out to make a name for myself or anything.
Then the doc asks me to go look at this machine that measures all kinds of things about me. Cool. I always wanted to know more about myself.

I guess I must be pretty strong to haul stuff here and there. And I like the beach, ladies in bikinis and all that. So I guess beach bully describes me quite well.

I guess in this line of work you gotta be aware of your surroundings. You don't wanna drive your van into a bighorner that's crossing the road or go to the wrong door and have a guy point a shotgun in your face. So being an alert coyote sounds good. I also like coyotes.

And of course delivery guys like me got to be hardy too. It's a tough job, y'know?

Charisma? I guess I'm not much a people person. But usually I get by with my good looks, so whatever.

Wait a sec. Are you calling me stupid, machine?! Yeah, I'm not the smartest kid in the class, but I don't need to be. All I gotta do is keep my eyes open and do my job. Jeez.

And, yeah, you gotta be agile too. I never did work in a circus, but one of my cousins is a knife catcher. I guess it runs in the family.

Luck... Well, I gotta be lucky if I got shot in the head and didn't die.

So that sums me up. What's next?

I'm good at repairing stuff, I guess. The van breaks down all the time. Also, I can chat some chicas up and I'm good at surviving. Yeah.

Oh, yeah. I'm a good natured person. It helps in this line of work, especially when the package is late and you have to deal with an angry customer. Also, I'm obviously good at carrying things around, although I object to being called a hoarder. That's mean, bro.
Now that the doc's done with asking me questions, he walked me to the front door and gave me some stuff to wear. I like the colour. It's kind of like my uniform. So I guess I'm going to be sticking to this suit as long as I can.
With that, I step out into the sunlight after days of being cooped up in the doc's place. Somewhere out there, the package is waiting for me.
