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The Last Grease Monkey: Part 10.5 2017-05-05 02:52:56 Post No. 1429294
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The Last Grease Monkey: Part 10.5
Niggertits (ID: !U/BcX9ZnbE)
2017-05-05 02:52:56
Post No. 1429294
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30 miles East of Yuma, AZ
198X
5 years after the End
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You are 22 year old Hank Dalton. You're racing to save a little girl from an awful fate at the hands of some Skinwalkers. You don't have much time, and now the road is blocked.
Something about that fucked up old Blue Bird bus gives you the willies, you smell an ambush. Well mostly you smell the acrid smoke from burnt animals still spiraling into the air. Your hand hovers over your MAC-10 but you ready your Smith & Wesson M27 instead, not wanting to throw hot brass all over everyone else in the car. Jim readies his burp gun (his empties should mostly go out the open window) and, much to Del's chagrin, ejects the Blondie tape.
"Aw man, I wanted to hear the one about the Man From Mars that eats cars." Del pouts.
"Maybe on the way home," says Chief, cocking his old cowboy 10-gauge. Hopefully he doesn't fire it next to your ear.
The dirt between here and Skinwalker Ranch looks stable and not too badly rutted, though you may have to dodge a couple bushes. Jim's Riviera has fat tires, posi and a decent amount of ground clearance so it's pretty much off road ready, right? Might have to dodge a bush or two but you've run your El Camino through worse terrain than this. You lock eyes with Jim.
"Dukes o' Hazzard it?"
Jim shrugs as as if to say he ain't got no better ideas. "Just try not to fuck my car up much worse than it already is."
You ease off the gas some and swerve the Riv off the road and into the dirt. The normally floaty suspension jolts and bucks over the bumps but the big beast doesn't lose much momentum. Gunshots ring out as you get closer to the bus, at least one thuds into the Riv's fender. Two shooters, maybe more.
"He shoots you dead and eats your head," says Del dreamily.
Jim retaliates with a few bursts from the PPSH, you'd join in but it's hard enough keeping the car straightish and dodging vegetation. A boom right behind your head damn near blows out your left ear, god dammit Chief! One lucky shot takes out your front left tire. The front end starts to plow into the dirt, you're gonna stop whether you like it or not, so you pull the Riv behind the pitiful cover of a few 3 foot tall shrubs.
A 40mm grenade from Zoe blows the front end off the bus, but a few armed assholes are still climbing out the back or hopping out windows.
A) Shoot them a lot with your M14
B) Radio Zoe and see if she might spare another grenade
C) Have Jim throw his grenade
D) Try to limp the Riv out of here
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>>1429294
>A) Shoot them a lot with your M14
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>>1429294
>A) Shoot them a lot with your M14
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Gotta be honest, you've never known road pirates to be this fucking persistent. Skinwalker crank must be some real strong shit, if their weed's effect on Del is anything to go by. Looks like there's only one thing to do. You're gonna have to shoot them. A lot. You holster your .357 and grab your borrowed M14. Guess it's actually yours now, what with Garcia being dead and all. Which is a shame, but this rifle is pretty bitchin and you know you're using it exactly the way the late Deputy intended: Shooting road pirates a lot.https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zwsl-SuOEXc
You draw a bead on the first road pirate you see, a real fat fuck. You put two .308s through his gut before he drops his Chinese AK and flops to the ground. Another more normal-size one gets a shot off that whizzes by your ear but you blast him through the neck before he can work the bolt-action of his old Enfield. The surviving road pirates finally realize they shouldn't be hanging out by the bus and start to scatter. Zoe drives the Blazer straight at them, Hawkins blasting away with his Uzi from the passenger side. He hits two and Zoe crunches one of the sorry sumbitches flat under the wheels. The rear tires kicks up a rooster tail of dirt as she spins the Blazer around to give the other one the same treatment. Jim's burp gun and Chief's 10-gauge make short work of the remaining three.
Several motorcycles and a heavily modified AMC Eagle pull out from behind the barn. The bikers head for you, the Eagle swerves off toward Zoe, who takes off toward the ranch. You put a round through one rider's engine, which seizes, spraying hot oil all over him as he loses control of the big Harley and is crushed under it as it rolls over. Another biker draws a machete and rides straight toward Chief, who ducks and swings the Winchester butt-first into his face, crushing his nose and knocking him from the bike, which slides off into the dirt. Delilah pops off a full cylinder of .38s at the third and final biker, hitting him a few times and sending him tumbling from his bike.
The ritual has got to be taking place in that barn. Zoe is still leading the Eagle on a merry off-road chase around the ranch.
A) Try to help Zoe and Hawkins
B) No time, you have to stop the ritual and save the girl
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>>1432242
B) With haste
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>>1432242
>B) No time, you have to stop the ritual and save the girl
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>>1432242
>B) No time, you have to stop the ritual and save the girl
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>>1432242
B) No time, you have to stop the ritual and save the girl
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>>1432242
>B) No time, you have to stop the ritual and save the girl
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Del runs up to the man she just shot. He's still breathing, weakly. She falls to her knees by his side. God, she must have never killed anyone before, it's always hard...wait what the fuck is she doing to him?
Chief grabs her by the shoulders and pulls her off the now definitely dead road pirate, who is missing a chunk of his throat. Del swallows and licks the blood off her lips. Then she belches and covers her mouth, a mortified look in her eyes. Her pupils are the size of hockey pucks.
"Now I'm in the man from Mars," she says matter-of-factly. "I eat up bars. Where the people meet." She stares into space, then giggles. "Heh, people meat."
Jim raises his burp gun at her in horror but Chief quickly grabs the barrel and pushes it down.
"She's fine," he says, "She's good. She wouldn't hurt us, right?" He looks over at Del, who shakes her head vigorously.
"You guys are cool," she says, "I only wanna hurt bad guys." She fidgets with her empty revolver, finally figures out how to release the cylinder and begins to reload.
Jim is still quite upset. "What the fuck's going on with her? What was in that weed?"
"I could explain," says Chief, "But we don't have time. You've trusted me this far, haven't you?" Jim grudgingly nods, and the four of you walk to the barn. It's a short walk, but you feel every step in your bones, and not just in your injured leg. The smoke from the field of burning animals swirls and dances in your peripheral vision. Once or twice you swear you can see the wispy outlines of faces or hands in there. But the vile shapes in the smoke are nothing compared to the sight that awaits you in the barn.https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=94w2K4bj09g
The old barn is packed to its rotten rafters with skinwalkers, all decked out in ash and paint and animal skins and bones. They're chanting, dancing, jumping around in a frenzy. On a makeshift stage at the other end of the barn a small black-haired girl writhes and struggles against the two elaborately costumed skinwalkers holding down her limbs. Billy Nez is only a few feet away, the muscle bound Mohawked mother fucker is completely fucking naked and covered head to toe with blood. He's chanting at a maniacal pace while sharpening a knife made from a gigantic chunk of obsidian. You raise your M14 to your shoulder.
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Jim fires first, mowing down the nearest few skinwalkers. You flinch and the bullet meant for Billy's sternum grazes his left shoulder instead, he dives from the stage into the frenzied crowd. Your next shot implodes half the head of the skinwalker holding the girl's legs. She kicks and struggles but the one holding her arms throws her over his shoulders and runs for the edge of the stage. You aim for him, but have to dodge a spear thrust from one of the approaching skinwalkers.
They're rushing you using spears, knives, and tomahawks, guess whatever magic bullshit they use to change their forms would take too long. You hope, anyway. You shoot spear boy twice through the chest, the rounds pass through and take out the guy behind him. You keep firing steadily, but they just keep fucking coming. The skinwalker with the girl has made it off the stage and is running after Billy. Chief levers round after round through his 10-gauge, making limbs and faces disappear in red clouds. Jim's burp gun runs dry and he switches to his pistols, his new hand-cannon just as loud as Chief's 10-gauge and making an even bigger fireball.
Del empties her revolver then grabs a fallen skinwalker spear and a tomahawk and begins to chop and stab her way through the crowd, her small limbs have a devastating amount of strength in them. You see what she's so determined to get to: there's a hole in the side of the barn that Billy Nez is squeezing himself through to escape. You hope he gets a splinter in his dick. The skinwalker with the girl on his shoulders is close behind him.
A) Follow Del through the crowd of skinwalkers
B) Go around and catch Billy and his butt buddy outside
Your M14 is low on ammo.
C) Reload M14
D) Switch to MAC-10
E) Switch to S&W M27 .357
F) Dual wield S&W M27 + MAC-10
G) Dual wield S&W M27 + Colt Trooper
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>Go around
>Reload M16 while doing so
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>>1438530
B, F) More like be ready to quickdraw the Wesson.
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>>1438530
>Reload the M14
>Go around
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>>1438530
>C) Reload M14
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>>1438530
>A) Follow Del through the crowd of skinwalkers
>C) Reload M14
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n5gRD549UAo
Sometime between when Del embeds the blade of her tomahawk in a skinwalker's forehead so deep she can't pull it out and when she spears one and begins swinging the still-screaming skewered freak over her head like a sledgehammer to beat several of his friends to death, you decide she's got it handled on this end. Better to head them off from the other direction. You, Jim and Chief are still at the barn entrance, keeping the rest of the horde back. Chief has switched from his shotgun to his Garand for its faster reload. And its bayonet, which he jabs into throats and eye sockets with calm, practiced precision. You fire off the last couple rounds in your magazine into the crowd and swap it for a fresh 20-rounder.
"He's got the girl still, I'm going after him!"
"Me and Chief can handle these here shitbags," says Jim right before blowing a charging skinwalker's knife hand off at the wrist with his LAR Grizzly. "Go learn that scumfuck pervert good!"
The somewhat level terrain allows you more mobility than you had up in the hills, you jog around the side of barn, noticing that the smoke is wafting closer. The sinister shapes inside are now unmistakably there. Maybe they're tired of hiding. Dozens of eyeless faces contort into masks of pure hatred or open their mouths impossibly wide in silent screams while gnarled grasping hands reach out for you on long wispy tendrils. You don't dare break your stride. You finally round the corner and...
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RIP Niggertits, death by paperwork.
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