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Today is January 17th, 2020 and the game Bullet Fuse has reached a new and all time high in popularity amongst the VR community, overtaking the market in droves. Nobody expected the game to take such a stand point in the gaming community, but everyone enjoyed the full body immersion of the game, making it feel as if there is truly a post apocalyptic world the players can enjoy on their own. With real hazards, death penalties, rewards, and extremely cool class and character customization. Explore a vast world with multiple different environmental settings and weather systems (depending on each environment).

The collapsed world of Eris, humanity has dwindled from inside itself and the wild has reclaimed its role as the primary dominant species. What once a powerful being, human society had reach the last stage after technological advancement. War, chaos, and disease has caused large cities to be desolated, abandoned. Here, in the nooks and cranny the survivalist of the world take hold, rebuilding and renewing society under its own laws. Humanity begun a new generation, to reclaim its fallen planet and take place back at the top of the mantle.

Cheshire, whom recently logged in, appears in her room. The player had a female character model, customized in rare gear. Her combat body suit, black with grey undertones and little dots on her back that looks like a place where something would glow, the suit itself was just close fitting enough with giving the wearer plenty of room to move in. Her left arm is a cybernetic limb that goes all the way up to the shoulder, with sharp metallic like claws on the finger tips, the cybernetic arm also housed her grappling hook, doubling as a functional arm and a useful combative weapon, her other arm is completely covered from the sleeve of the combat suit and a black shooting glove where the pointer finger and thumb is covered, but the other fingers are fingerless, and are somewhat loose around the wrist allowing mobility. She wore simple black combat boots, nothing special to their design. Her hair was short, a reddish brown tint to it. Her eyes was an almost luminescent blue, complete with a tan skin, laced almost elegantly like a canvas with scars.

The woman got out of her bed, gently running a metal hand through her hair, using the claws as a comb of sorts. Opening her menu, she looked at her message count. 26 unread messages, lovely. Scrolling through the countless messages she found one that sparked her interest.

Dear Cheshire,

I write to you, behalf of our guild Al De Mortem. We are a small guild, and it's been brought to our attention that our conveys and guild members are being targeted as they try to cross between the Outlands and Oasis, we are being hunted by a large raid party that refer to themselves as the "Darkness" (edgy I know). We know, your payment, and we already agree to the terms. There are six members to this party, here are their names.
x0xProReapsYox0x (Their leader)
Kenith
Yourmomsbf
Beefjjerky
Killkillkillll
And KnockKnockJokes

We wish you luck, please take care of this.

Sincerely~
XxThe0raclexX

Cheshire looked at the message, reading it over once more before fully standing up. Looking around her little space she called home. Her home isn't something of to extraordinary measure, considering her home is housed in the Badlands, fitting for an assassin. The walls was covered in an almost excessive amount of guns, each for a different occasion. On the wall by her bed though, housed the rest of the uniform. A simple full body hooded ripped dark cloak that hid her body as well as act as an active camouflage, as well as a metal mask with glowing blue streaks, this mask is used for her hud, equipping both items, she walked over to her plentiful guns, and she picked up her go to choice, the Red Queen. A powerful advance sniper rifle crafted by a very skilled gunsmith, customized by herself, this gun was a one shot, one kill. She also picked up the Tweedle Siblings, holstering them on the sides of her torso, they are twin uzis both with an 8 ball keychain on the handle. She also grabbed one last thing, her playlist CD that she uploaded herself. Having all she needed for right now, she was out the door.

(Your post doesn't have to be this long, I just didn't want to be a disappointment.)

Equipment check. Streaming check~. Mic and sound device check~. Appearance check! Okay good to goooo. Login. Getting preped up. Let's see....I gotta invite Silent again~. I think this will do.

Hey hey Silent! You on today? I'm streaming again. You said you wanna head to Oasis today? I gotta pick up something from a party =w=. Don't worry~ They're friends.

Silent was working on a video project involving CGI effects again. He took a look at his notification and informed back to her.

I guess? Well I take that I'll finish some tweaks on your exo-skeleton. Be on in 5 minutes.

Okie~ I'll wait you at Outlands as usual~.

She looked around her surrounding, she was at the Outlands. This was the last place she logged out yesterday. She still had the exo-skeleton on her at the moment but she was in the corner of the city, not to attract attention as what Silent said. Her exo-skeleton wasn't on armor but fire power, strength, and speed. Several points on the shoulder can levitate heavy weaponry and fired from the shoulders. If wanted to, she can fire from hand. Her boots and leg area allowed to one move fast, not fast as a car at 60 mph. At most 45 mph-50mph. Since Silent was on, her nanotech shield wasn't on currently. At the moment, she was fidgeting with her console. Her dress was a bit young in a way for a post-apoc scenario. She had twin-tails, blue eyes, and blonde hair.

Silent appeared next to her. His clothes was a mix of an engineering and scientist, fitting for both cases. He had a wrist device computer that allowed a projection of a keyboard and screen. "Well, I'm here." A truck house appeared beside him with a large container being towed behind. He was also carrying a brief case, a pistol in a hostler, an assault rifle slung to the side, and a few other gadgets. He was not wearing a bullet vest but a flak vest. He pressed a button his briefcase, making a opening on the briefcase. "Good to go."

"Yay! Thanks as always Silent~. Nanotech shield up mmm...okay we heading out?"
"Yeah" he said as he got into the driver's seat. Nano as usual in the shotgun seat.

An unholy screech rang out in the dusty air, the cause being a terrifying offspring of nature and technology gone horribly wrong. The Spyder-bot continued its rampage, twisted metal flying and falling to the ground in disconcerting shakes.

Ira threw herself to the side, catching herself in one hand and rolling the rest of the way to land behind a mass of junk. She was pretty sure it used to be a car.

£&€¥.

"You're doing great!"

She stood up behind her cover in a flare of righteous fury, facing the absolute asshole who wasn't £&€¥!#& helping. "THANKS FOR THE GODAMNED FANTASTIC ADVICE," she yelled, two fingers up in an unmistakable rude gesture. "REALLY. I'M ON MY £&€¥!#& KNEES FROM HOW INDESCRIBABLY- £&€¥!"

Now, keep in mind that she was a novelist- she strove for perfect writing. Perfect grammar, perfect english, an intelligent vocabulary. Elaborate insults, with the ocassional swear, but still quite elegant.

However.

There is a time when such prohibitions fall like the walls of Jericho- that is to say, a strong and destructive emotion such as anger completely and utterly ravages the very nature of aristocratic English, patience, and proper manners- reducing constraints into a trashy pile of rubble.

Her patience was nonexistent now.

"YOU HAVE DONE NOTHING-" she leapt on top of a car, then leapt to another to avoid the swinging metallic leg- "TO TRY TO KILL THE STUPID THING, YOU BAS- $#!%-"

She ducked, clicking open her Plasma Dagger Pens (she really needed to think of a better name for these things) and stabbed through a joint. It shrieked, staggering back as she backflipped to stand next to Mr. Godamned-unhelpful-whatthehell.

She shot him a nasty glare. Not that he could see it, with her mask, but. She knew that he knew it was there.

Ugh. And this was the guy she was stuck with.

The player being berated by these sobering obscenities stood at almost equal height of the much, much more stressed Ira. He was leaning against a stark blue mail box, head dipped and fingers sifting through menus invisible to all but his eyes beneath the dense blindfold. His movements of flipping through the dense feed was languid at best. There was obviously no rush to come to any sort of aid or even urgency as the spyder advanced on their position. Unlike Ira's similarly black attire, his were not stained with various fluids leaking from the cybernetic combatant. All of the rubble tossed before hand had been blocked by translucent geometry which phased in and out when needed.

G30 didn't even glance up to address concerns. "You know, you'll never get better with that attitude. How would ME defeating this thing be of any help?"

There was a time when he'd rush into battle at the slightest opportunity, especially for another player's sake. But that was boring, and ultimately hindered the other player in the end. Why should he rob the experience of defeating an enemy all by oneself? He was doing her a favor here. He was much more useful as he was now. Planning.
The player and devteam articles warned of todays events and troubles. There was a Behemoth class mutant spotted near them. Wasn't anything they should get involved with, leave that to the Hunters. His new augments were finished in Oasis, but by ill luck it appeared a stream was scheduled to start at that very spot, and G30 loathed to think of all the stream snipers and annoying fans that would flock in turn. Last but not least, Darkness had taken out yet another of the of the Al De M-whatever's caravans. That route to Oasis was done and done until someone cleaned it up or they moved on. The two wandering as they were had been lucky not to run into anyone similar with all this ruckus.
"Can you hurry it up? You have it on the ropes. Just finish it." He said as the screeching monstrosity barreled toward them.

Ira made a sharp motion with her head, like she was rolling her eyes. "Wooow. You really are an insufferable douchewad." She sped forward, not waiting for a response.

The Spyder-bot was getting used to navigating without its damaged joint. It picked up a rusted vehicle, ready to throw. She scanned the immediate area. Where... need a tall- there! The Spyder-bot's leg pulled back-

She jumped on the hood of the truck, then on its roof-

The bot threw the car-

She leapt, using the thrown car as a stepping stone to push herself forward and-

Zip-shzZZK-

The spyder-bot reeled back again- this time, trying desperately to claw out the Pens she threw from its main optics. She took out another Pen, stabbing through a flailing leg joint to stop her descent and let go just as it swung up, managing to land on the bot's head. She took out two more Pens and swung down with a loud battle cry, stabbing through two other optics as hard as she could.

The result was a violent shudder that threw her off and unto the hood of a car, one that left her groaning at the sudden pain around her back- but it was dead, finally, AGAIN, BY HERSELF, collapsing into a smoldering metal heap and SOLO GOT OLD PRETTY DAMN FAST, HUH?!

She really hated this guy. Really, screw him. Why was she stuck with him again?!

Cheshire was now driving down the decrypted excuse of a highway, using a classic punk style Harley motorcycle, efficiently designed to stash and stow some needed belongings and resources she gathered. Loudly, almost blaring through the radio of the vehicle her music played, sweet classic western rock. The current song playing was Insane by the Arkhams.

As she drove, wind has blown down her hood and forced her cloak to wildly flap in the wind. Her gloved and metallic hands had a tight grip upon the handle of the bar. The wind sweeping her hair in a fluent motion, her feet steady on the machinery while she bumped along the broken road, elegantly threading the needle through the mass amount of the cars.

Luckily, in her case there was no large scale mob monsters, maybe small ones that got dumb enough to try and jump her and get ran over through their troubles. During her extensive amount of time traveling from the badlands (since she didn't want to use the gate portals due to their high popularity) she caught herself up on the happenings of the Outlands, of course "The Darkness" has been causing some trouble for travelers, players and npc alike. There was the big mob boss that caught her attention, but decided against hunting it, other people can take care of a simple mob. Though, she did have to worry for herself due to a streamer recently becoming active in the area, last thing she needed was to be plastered on tv. More so then she already has with the execution of the recent streamer (even though the sexist pig had it coming).

She leaned back, relaxed as she drove down the road. The Outlands, a much prettier and scenic place in comparison to Oasis or the Badlands, but nowhere even CLOSE to the sheer beauty of the Highlands.... Besides the point, she thought for a moment and smiled. Maybe she can visit one of her dealers for materials, they're always greedy for placing more rare materials on the market. But, she still has at least ten minuet real life travel time (and "hour" in game) before she reached the Outlands. So until then, she'll sing along to her tunes.

"Baby you're driving me mad, mad!
Baby you're driving me mad
Baby you'll drive me mad,
Worst case I've ever had
Baby you're driving me insane, insane,
Insane! Insane! Insane!"

She began talking to her stream watchers. Some asking questions. Some asking how she was. Some being jealous of Silent. The typical. "I'll be in the back if you need me. Just be on the lookout" Silent said as he got off the driver's seat and went into the back. The room was sophisticated for a futuristic RV. Multiple cameras to the point that covers all 360 degree of the RV. A machinery was placed in the back which was responsible for making and maintaining nanobots for the nanoshield. There were explosives strap to it to be detonated if ever fall into anyone other than him. The container being towed was a small storage area for materials. Off to the side were a rack of heavy weaponry they retrieved from previous battles: RPGs, grenade launchers, anti-materiel rifle, and a mortar. There was an elevator that brought up to the RV's roof which had a small opening and cover to shoot out of. Off to the corner was a crate full of large caliber rounds. You know, the small artillery kind. That was for Nano. Her exo-skeleton suit required those. They were somewhat expensive to make but it makes up for its lethality. To the side was a control module for turrets and other gimmicks mounted on the RV. Funny enough, there was a bed, table, chair, kitchen, and TV in the back.

The thunder of battle gave way to the ever present silence of a simulated dead society. As Ira was beginning to wind down, a whistle partnered with a methodical clap echoed against the three storied office jungles surrounding them. "Told ya you could. It's those moments in a pinch where the real learning happens." G30 closed all his menus he was so entranced by seconds earlier, obviously amused by how things played out. He strode by the mechanical carcass that would decay into ash within the following few in-game days and disappeared into the ruin it had ambushed them from. He was gone for approximately 7 seconds before an engine revving could be heard. He emerged atop a rusty quad-bike barely small enough to fit through the door-less entrance and onto the street. Two miniature spheres were glowing at the handles as G30's hands were typing away at a message. A second quad rolled out in a similar fashion, with another sphere working the gas before disappearing to allow a rider.
"These should speed things along. Aren't you lucky I had a spare hidden away?" He swiped right to send the message off, and then pulled off his HUD to show Ira. The interior of the blindfold was translucent, one half dedicated to a stream of a girl greeting watchers and giving some plans for the day in some sort of hightech home or vehicle. "Next up is Oasis. I'm not into this stuff, but maybe you'd like to see what kind of attention a streamer brings to a scene. It gets pretty... crowded. " His quad's engine revved without him touching it. He sped off a moment later. "You'll have to drive yourself, so stick close behind me ok!"

"Damnit!" She quickly got up, wincing as she did- she'd have to check her HP later, because this asshole wasn't giving her enough time to do $#!%. She snatched up the Pens still buried in the metallic corpse and practically threw herself on the quad-bike, revving it up before taking off.

Speeding up dangerously until she was right behind him, she flashed him the middle finger. Seriously, screw that guy.

Still grumbling under her breath, she opened a menu, screens showing up under her mask. She still wasn't used to the blatant show of advanced technology in this game, but she could still appreciate its convenience. She checked her HP- Not too bad, though I'd rather have some time to rest- and then back to her profile.

Username: Rogue
Logged in at 9:00 PM ET

She snorted, rolling her eyes at the name. Gods, her sister was such a freaking troll. Sneaky little witch just had to set up the damn profile before giving the game to her.

... At least the name wasn't something too terrible sounding.

"How much longer?" she questioned loudly, swerving a little so that she was now mostly next to... G30. What kind of £&€¥!#& name was that, anyway?

The cracked roads gave way to unmarked dirt trails seeping deeper into wild forest. The basic radial scanner programmed in his hud showed no life signs tailing them. These roads were the best way to keep it that way.

G30 wagged a lazy finger in the air speeding passed them, but still didn't offer his full attention to Ira. "Ya need to chill out, Rogue". He stifled a laugh which may or may not have been muffled by the two straining motors. "Aren't-cha having any fun with this? Thought you would given your choice of class. Killers want to kill stuff, don't they? That's what most of the newbies I find wandering outside of the starting zones are looking for." He was very aware he didn't answer her last question. The reasonably long trek would feel a lot shorter if he kept teasing this player in such a manner. Either she would kill him or give him a laugh. Either or.

... If G30 could see her now he'd probably be laughing at how rapidly red her face was getting.

"Well excuuuse me for ruining your superior stereotypical insight, but even I get tired of facing cantankerous creepers by myself, ALONE, the first time I play in a virtual reality machine."

She sped up even more until she was head-to-head with the arrogant brat. She gripped the handles anxiously, then huffed. "I don't even know what your deal is!" she burst out, shooting a frustrated look at him through her mask. "What the £&€¥ am I doing wrong?! Or what, you're upset you got the ignorant newbie and not a player that's clearly as experienced as you are?!"

Gods, if it was just that... screw being partners, she was gonna sock the guy in the face.

Cheshire's vehicle came to a stop near a junkyard, nothing to special about the discarded machinery and other tools and materials that the nearby mechanics use to repair and suit up future player vehicles and weaponry. Turning the motorcycle off, she swung her leg over the bike, getting off. She checked her weapons once over, before opening her HUD menu in the mask, scanning the area. Nothing as far as she can concern herself with, good she can stash her bike here then.

She looked around before pulling out a spare cameo cloak, covering the vehicle before finally taking her leave. Hoisting herself onto a load of metal, she scanned the area for something to latch herself to, finding a nearby forest within a simple grapple hook away she took aim with her metallic arm, then fired, successfully hooking the tree she accelerated towards the anchor and released it in mid air, using her momentum to easily navigate herself through the forest quickly without making much sound, almost seeming like she was "flying" even though she was navigating through the air through the help of the environment via her acrobatic skills and the grappling hook.

On the way, she was making some more research on the area upon where she was suppose to hunt down the gang, and of course the members themselves. Nothing to surprising to their set up, one Rouge character, two tankers, one scientist (albiet a not very good one, he must be a noob) a gunner, and a slayer. Interesting set up. The area upon which they normally attack is a normal open grounds tall grass plains, using the tall grass by the roads as camouflage for their raids. It seems she won't have much room to grapple to gain a height advantage, although she can use it to escape sticky situation across the ground. Hopefully she'll be able to find a suitable tree near the grassy plains to take down the two tankers via the Red Queen.

"Hey Silent!" she yelled while in a relaxed position from the shotgun seat. "Yes?" Silent asked as he was now on the monitor and computer area. "My viewers said that recently a guild called Darkness has been looting this trade route a lot and said to be careful about it. They even sent me the data. Here I'll send it to you~." A data panel was sent to Silent in front. It listed their names, class, and equipment. It may be out of date as these came from a second hand source. He leaned back on the chair and thought for a moment, "Hmmm...two tankers. I guess I'll fix up something." He got off the desk and went to the engineering machinery section and started to make something with what he had. Mainly involving rails and electricity.

Man, this chick is a terrible student. The attitude is cramping my style.

G30 turned from his waist to shrug in defeat at the assertive player who would not simply follow his lead, figuratively or literally as she drove at his equal despite the strip of road being dangerous for such recklessness. "Aaaaall right. Tired of gaining so much useful experience, fine by me. We'll find you another party willing to hold your hand just fine once we're in Oasis, just don't blame me when you're being bossed around by an ass-hat, being made to share all that experience and useful loot. Being told exactly what to do and when to do it. Bet you you're going to be begging for some wild action when you have to sit through the same raids day in and day out."

He hiked his legs up and onto the steering of the ATV. He'd stopped fiddling with his HUD, both arms wrapped neatly around his pale hair to act as a pillow as he leaned back. He kept a tiny display of the terrain in order to steer blind, but he'd traveled this path so many times he probably could do so even without it.

She opened her mouth to yell- then slumped, taking a deep breath instead. Her speed decreased, falling a little behind so that she was still somewhat next to where his head was.

"... Sorry," she gritted out. Her hands twitched, and she clenched the bars under her hands even tighter. "Just not- used to all this," she stressed, waving a quick hand before going back to gripping the handles.

She breathed out. "It's..." Too real. Books and RPs were way easier to lose herself into, because all she had was her own imagination and she could snap herself out of it so it's not really like anything changed but-

This?

She was always better at lashing out when there was change. After all, what good was stability if there was always change to ruin it?

She needed stability. They- her sister- needed stability. Change meant bad things- especially if it was a bill she couldn't pay off.

She wished she was like her sister. She wished she could just have fun with change, look forward to it- like this game.

Maybe this was her chance?

"... I'm good where I am," she said, harsh with no heat.

Cheshire eventually came to a stop at the edge of the forest, swinging herself upwards in a swift acrobatic movement onto thick tree branch, hidden away in the thick leaves of the flora. Here, she set up her ambush. She scanned the general area, small mob enemies nearby, stuff for like noobs to take care of (she's pretty sure they're so weak that to the point if she just looked at them the right way they'd instantly die.) Cheshire maneuvered herself to be into a sitting position, pressing herself against the trunk of the tree for support as she retrieved her Red Queen, checking the rifle carefully.

"Ammo? Check. Area scanned? Check. Weapons in working condition? Obviously check. Music? Check... Ooooh, Una Para Todo Es Bandido..... Nice. Skill cool downs? All completed, everything is ready. Now, to patiently wait for our "friends" to show themselves. Wonderful."

She had herself a sort of sickening grin, a grin that emphasized her pure enjoyment of hunting players, it's almost homicidal without it being illegal. Of course she'd never do this in real life. She honestly refers herself more to a vigilante then a villain, considering most of her targets are those whom deserve "justice" when none other can deliver.... A gun-slinging hero, cute. She shook her head, she had to focus. They could appear any moment now, just in case her badlander passive skill didn't kick in (Hidden when out of battle) she activated her active cameo cloak, cocked her rifle and waited, take down the healer first, then the tanks. Then the dps, get close only if when have to.... That's the plan, not likely she'll follow through though.

Twin UMP45's clacked together as their wielder lay in the dirt. The hands wrapped in black gauze fidgeted incessantly to match the rhythm of his bouncing right sneaker. His entire left side had gone dead an hour ago; the pins and needles eating at his already waning patience. He needed to kill something! Anything! The weapons clacked again. He checked their ammo and dirty stock which he failed to clean because he loved the way the gunpowder made the once pristine polymer smudged and dark, like his posse. Speaking of which...

"Yo... Reaps." Yourmomsbf hissed. "Yoooo... Reaps. Reaaaaaa-"

"Quiet." x0xProReapsYox0x said with mild annoyance. Thick dreads hid the entirety of her face, but the grimace beneath was well implied. The Rouge had kept the same prone position as every other member of their posse had without the slightest fidget, aiming down a monocular while gripping Abyss, her custom energy claymore which was just a hilt at the moment.

Yourmomsbf gave a throaty sigh akin to a seasoned smoker, despite never touching the stuff. The two dimwit tankers assigned to their party shared the sentiment: They reaaaaally needed some action or they were going to log off. Only KnockKnockJokes, the brains of the group, was on a different wavelength. He was itching to scurry back to whatever hole he used to concoct the Smog Grenades that were their staple weaponry.

Yourmomsbf allowed his bored face to fall to the dirt. One could only appreciate the physics engine of the long grass all around them for so long before-

"Target spotted." All black-clad player killers awoken from their stupor from Reap's sudden announcement. They listened intently, and with great excitement. "RV travelling 40 towards Oasis. Heavily armored. Nothing we can't break through." She looked away from her monocle for the first time in hours. "Kenith, you're up."

"HoHoHo..." The tanker hefted his favorite toy; a M72 LAW. "We're gonna get some finally!"

"Hush." Reaps said returning to her stoic tone. She proceeded to act as spotter, telling Kenith where to aim.

Yourmomsbf shuttered, gripping tight to his guns which he was about to spray with glee. Oh the glee. It was an eternity of wallowing in this anticipation before Reaps gave the final signal.

"Fire."

Alert system on. Ping ping ping ping. Nanotech shield cannot deflect. Pushing for impact detonating. About 25 meters, a 3 inch thick unknown appear, wide enough for the warhead to be crush on, appear in front of the its trajectory and slammed into it. It detonated the warhead prematurely. Scattered about things did nothing against the RV. "Ooooh oooh!" she said as she heard the explosion. The RV stopped. Silent tossed her a data inventory sent, "Take it. Use it if you have to. I'll be here to assist." She smiled, "Aye aye. Time to beat the shit out of them lads!" She excitedly jump out of the shotgun seat to the outside world. Her exo-suit was wore on and stood there out in the open. She shut the door and slowly. Very slowly walked toward where the rocket came from.

Cheshire quickly sat upright against the tree, taking arms with her sniper rifle. Quickly scanning the area, she found her targets. One of the tanks seem to be manning a rocket launcher of some sort, if she misses, she'll have to close the gap between them or run like hell. Not like she will though. Taking her Fogged Sniper passive skill (increase critical hit damage by twice the normal amount, as long as she is hidden), along side her Altitude skill (increase normal damage by twice the amount as long she is higher then the target), she locked in one of her specialized bullets (one that has BANG engraved on the side.)


She took steady aim before taking a deep breath in, then a deep breath out. Her body that was previously shaking excited calmed itself to a smoother almost professional steadiness, and pulling on the trigger slowly, as if the mere pull would give her attention away, and then.

Fire.

The sound of the high powered rifle echoed through the air, releasing the bullet from the gun and into the skull of the stupid tanker whom apparently didn't have enough health to withstand the headshot, chuckling she whispered to herself.

"Off with his head."

She cocked the gun before using her grappling to relocate her position, using the stealth of the tree lines to maneuver in case her cloak deactivated and have to go on cool down.

One down, five more to go.

G30 perked up. One might be inclined to think it was for Ira's muttered words of acceptance of his company, but it was truly for the explosion reverberating nearby despite the roar of their old-tech engines. "Well ain't that some great timing." He said, deactivating his make-shift auto steering and taking manual control of the hunk of junk. "Aye. Got pings on the doo-hickie east off the main road. Player versus player combat. It's not my shtick, but let's see how you fair at it, eh?"

With that spat of jargon only a mother could love, he sped off directly into the rough woods toward the battle.

"YAHOOOOoooo!"