Tale of a very ugly mutant

>>344060
To find love.

True love, no matter how far the journey takes us.

>>344076

It is clear now, all the pain he has gone trough, none hurt more than the fact that he was alone,
alone is this vast, cruel, carcass of a world

but as long as his tumorous heart is beating, he will find his other half, he will find love

so he climed out of the sewers onto the sun-bleached street below, the sun is high and its
rays reflect on the few unbroken windows of empty skyscrapers all around the street, for
this was once a city, now a ruin, what's left of the standing buildings is only used as looting areas,
for the place you grew up in is located a few hours walk away, a junktown

Where do you start your search for love?

>>344085
We go back to junk town and gather some things for our quest, I assume we're naturally a skilled metalsmith?

>>344085
Start an account on a dating site. You've heard those are all the rage, nowadays.

>>344094
You walk, allmost run under the sun, filled with joy for life you pass the guards of junktown,
who just shrug, thinking you are just some druggie mutie,
stratight into the mudbrick/rusty tin housing coplex is your hole and sleeping blanket

home sweet home, the little damp corner and empty food cans give you
nostalgia of the good old days when there where several mutants around, but now they are all dead

so, we got cans and a blanket, our skill are like thus:

Physical:
Mental:
Luck:

15 points to go around, more to come later in the tale

>>344095
What is a com-put-or?

>>344104
Find a pole and make a bindle with the blanket, to carry whatever we find. Then go to the market to trade our cans and look for useful things.

Our stats are Physical 7, Mental 5 and Luck 3

>>344113
The market is a bit empty today, you go stand to stand and try to trade in your cans and
all of your other supplies for anything valuable

roll d10 twice, for luck and mental, il apply modifiers

Rolled 7, 10 = 17 (2d10)

Rolling for a flamberge or something

>>344124
7(+0)=7 for int
10(-2)=8 for luck

Your were lucky today, the scarvengers retuned with a lot of stuff, especially canned food and
bags of fresh water, but no containers, your cans were appreciated and you got enough food to
last you a few days and some water,

with your awesomely average intelect you barter some food off for a small knife, its a start,
and a shit knife is better than bare hands in this cruel world

Armed with cans of food and supplied with a knife you got all you could,
where will the quest for love take us next?

>>344134
well it's no flame bladed sword... but it is our knife, make sure it's polished, sharpened and ready for wet work.

Also, ask the scavengers and traders for a map of local settlements and points of interest, junk town has nothing left for us but memories and... junk.

>>344147
You chase down a piece of paper and fetch some charcoal,
after some asking around and dirty looks you draw up a crude sketch of your area

Hometown Junktown is near the coast, the ruined city is a few hours of walk south, north
begins the terretory of savage tribals, about where the dead trees get some signs of life, there is the border

to the west is a few days walk to a fort, where supposedly some well-supplied and well-gunned people
are, who kill mutants on sight, yikes, that's chromosomphobic, more east than the fort is desert, wasteland
and badland all in one, legends say there are people on the other side, but who knows

south of the city are great canyons and craters, unexplored and radioactive, deadly for normal humans

east is sea, a lot of salty, icky, slimy water
where do you proceed?

>>344164
Head to the tribal lands, good a place as any to try for love.

Try not to groom yourself a little before you arrive anywhere

>>344196
By "try not to groom yourself" I mean "try to groom yourself"

>>344196
Scrubbing his pointy teeth and cleaning his skin, the mutant goes north with all hig belongins,
leaving behind the husks of houses that people used in the past and entering
the lands of dead trees and thorny shrub, after a tme of walking he passes the first tree with leaves on it
tribal lands entered, soon the muant is surrounded in tall grass, bush and trees with vines, while sounds
of animals skulking around shows he is in deep

Where to look now? He seems kind of lost in the jungle (of love)

>>344205
Silent perception check for any stalkers, human animal or otherwise, that we might have on our tail.

Use the knife to mark our path along the trees as we go, making sure we don't get lost. Then set off into the jungle and look for the tribals.

>>344216
Roll d10 twice for phyisical (Senses) and mental (decoding tracks and shapes)

The mutant stops for a while and observes his surroundings

Rolled 1, 2 = 3 (2d10)

>>344226
rolling for omniscient visions of the ethereal plane

Rolled 5, 2 = 7 (2d10)

>>344226

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>>344229
>mfw

>>344236
thank god you showed up

>>344229

Absolutely safe, yup, the mutant takes one step and his leg gets snatched and he flies off trough the air
and right into a net shortly before getting swarmed by yelling tribals and beaten into unconciousness

yup, reminds him of his childhood

he wakes up later, being carried trough the jungle uphill, hands and legs tied to a horisontal wooden
pole, carried by two big men and surrounded by other hunters of the tribe

oh lordy, what now?

>>344244
wait til we're inevitably taken to their leader, then make an impassioned speech about your quest and the importance of love in a world that has fallen to war and ruin. Make cogent points about equality and understanding among all, and tie it all up with an appeal to the chieftain's wisdom to spare your life and help advance this noble quest.

barbarian chieftains eat this kind of shit up.

>>344277
The ground levels out and forest passes to stone/brick construction, some kind of
temple, they are carrying the mutant start to a rock table covered in dry blood
and next to the table is a feather-dressed priest, with a skull motif painted on his face,
holding a vulcanic glass dagger in his hand

I dont think this is going to go well for our ugly friend here, how to proceed?

>>344289
fuckit, soft speech later, big stick now.

unleash your hidden strength and tear free of the bonds, using the element of surprise to grab control of the pole we were being carried on. swing wildly and knock away any guards, then grab the priest and break his arms like twigs. make it clear to all the others that you could crush his skull in an instant.

>>344310
roll d10 for Physical to unleash your mutant meltdown powers

Rolled 5 (1d10)

>>344321
rolling to activate berserker trance

and taking off after this roll as well, thanks for running!

>>344326
5(+2)=7

The mutant breaks the bidings and drops on the floor, catching the tribals by surprise,
grabbing the transport pole, the mutant wildly swings it around and smacks
the daylights lot of his two carriers like it was nothing, the hunters back off
from the crazy mutant, as it drops the pole and attacks the priest

No diety saves the priest from a beating the mutant delivers on him, breaking
the pirest's arm and dislocating his shoulder,

using the knife, he holds the pirest as a hostage, as the hunters draw their bows

"Stop!" yells one of them, with an accent, but he seems to speak the language
what do?

>>344349
Stop. Listen

>>345083

The tribal clears his throat and continues "You escape the sacrafice of weak, you not weak, please
let spirit man go, we not hurt anymore" they lower their bows as he motions them to do so

they seem genuine, the priest squirms in your grip, bleeding from his nose
will you trust the savages? Can they anwser your quest for love?

>>347968
yeah, man. i want to trust these guys.

>>347968
Yeah, we're gonna become a tribal and get into an assigned marriage, closest thing we'll get to love.