Hdc: Wasteland

[newb]

Nice ....but I have 2 problems

1. I never miss

2.You never kick over another man's bike and live to talk about it

[ferretchucker]

Originally Posted by newb

Nice ....but I have 2 problems

1. I never miss

2.You never kick over another man's bike and live to talk about it

You were on the booze

You deserved it :D

[scouse mac]

Some nice work here FC, throw me in the story somewhere if theres room. No preference of type of character but I wouldnt mind being someones arch nemisis just for the hell of it.

[friday13thfan]

Very well done Ferret.

[ferretchucker]

Opening credits roll. Fade to a shot of the disheveled house which Rayne and Demon Seed live in. Fade to the basement. Rayne is lying asleep when her eyes slowly open. She rolls her arm over and grabs at the nothingness beside her. Her eyes grow sad. She stands up facing the wall and puts on a t-shirt fashioned from what looks like some curtains.

Rayne: Is there any of that cat left for breakfast?

No reply. She turns around and sees the rags on which Demon Seed sleep empty. Her eyes widen.

Rayne: Shit!

She grabs an axe from the floor and races up the stairs. Cut to Demon Seed. It's early morning and he's standing on a hill, gazing off into the distance. Up in the distance he can see a great cloud eagle flying. It appears to be carrying a figure in it's talons. He sighs. The sounds of footsteps breaks his trance. He spins around, pointing his rifle. It's Rayne. She looks furious.

Demon Seed: Ah, hell...

Rayne: Damn right, Mr! What the hell do you think you're doing? I thought I'd taught you better. Always tell me where you're going! At least leave a note. And look!

She signals towards the Cloud Eagle.

Rayne: For my sake, wait until mid day at least. Wait 'til the eagles go to sleep.

Demon Seed: I know-

Rayne: Do you? It doesn't seem like it! Your being here is evident of it! Lucky I found you. Anything could have happened.

Demon Seed: I know.

She looks sadly at him.

Rayne: I've already lost one man...don't make me lose another.

Her eyes begin to well up.

Demon Seed: He's out there, mum. I know he is.

Rayne: Of course.

She hugs him close.

Demon Seed: He's a fighter.

Rayne continues to hug him, his eyes are closed. As he opens them he spots something in the distance which clearly shocks him.

Demon Seed: Hey! Hey!

He breaks free of his mother's grasps and slides down the gravely hill. Rayne turns quickly and spots it. No more than 100 yards away, a figure crawls along the ground. Whoever it is, they look exasperated and dehydrated from the heat. Rayne runs after her son.

Rayne: D! D, don't get too close!

Demon Seed: Hey you!

The man looks up; it's Roshiq. He smiles with genuine joy at the sight of them.

Roshiq: Oh thank God!

He starts to stand up, but Demon brandishes the gun, stopping just short of Roshiq.

Demon Seed: Don't get up. What's your name, traveller?

Roshiq: Its...it's...

Demon Seed: Stop stalling and tell me your fucking name!

Rayne catches up.

Rayne: Language!

Demon Seed: Sorry...

Roshiq: Roshiq...my name is Roshiq.

Rayne: What?

Demon Seed: He said his name is Roshiq. What brings you here?

Roshiq: Water...I need water.

Demon Seed: We got water. What have you got?

Rayne: Wait.

Roshiq: I'm a good hunter...I can help you hunt.

Rayne: No-

Demon Seed: We'll give you some water...come with us-

Rayne: Shut up!

Demon Seed looks at her, shocked at the outburst. Rayne crouches and looks at Roshiq. She goes to touch his face but he flinches.

Rayne: Roshiq? Roshiq the river man?

Roshiq: What did you say?

Rayne: Was that your name? Were you a river man?

Roshiq: I...I think so.

Demon Seed: Mum, do you know this guy?

Rayne: Be quiet!

She turns back to Roshiq.

Rayne: It is you. You used to have a green boat, remember?

Roshiq: A green boat? Did I?

He clasps his hand to his head.

Roshiq: Ahgh...I can't think straight.

Rayne looks at Demon Seed, then back to Roshiq.

Rayne: You're coming back with us. We'll get you some water and see if you can't talk more.

Roshiq looks up at her and smiles again. Cut to a hollowed out cave room. It's relatively small but is full of loud people. Some music is playing through speakers on the wall. It's a bar. Tables are set out with odd chairs surrounding them. The bar itself is mad of corrogated iron with rags thrown over it. Behind it are large metal casks with makeshift taps sticking out of them. The casks have labels painted on, such as "Bodwoser" and "Vodkar". Friday13thfan is serving people. A middle aged woman is clearing dented iron flasks from the tables. She walks past Newb arguing with another older man who has a beard. She smiles. This is Hammerfan.

Hammerfan: Still not decided?

Neverending: I'm just not buying it.

Newb: I'm telling you, I've eaten it and it is awesome.

Neverending: Where did you get it from?

Newb: They still breed them all the time in England. They have entire fields covered in them.

Neverending: And that's where the story goes wrong. No way have you visited England. To cross the Atlantic is impossible. Hasn't been done since Red Button Day.

Newb: Think what you want, I'm telling you, I've eaten it.

Neverending: Sure. So you're telling me there's an ugly, fat, blubbery animal which has a tail like a spring and a flat nose? It's massive weight is supported only by tiny hooves and they bathe in mud.

Newb: Yep. And they're clever.

Neverending: Of course! They're intelligent too. And these creatures are called...?

Newb: Pigs.

Neverending: Right. Pigs. Of course, how could I forget? Such an elegant name. But for some strange reason, people don't call the meat pig?

Newb: Nope. They call it pork, ham, bacon, gammon, scratchings, sausages and faggots.

Neverending bursts out laughing.

Neverending: You're fulla shit, Newb. Why would they give it so many names?

Newb: Different parts of it, duh.

Neverending: Right, right...I'm off to host my show.

He gets up and walks out of the bar.

Hammerfan: I believe you, babe.

She smiles at him.

Newb: Thanks...been to see Angra, yet?

Hammerfan: No, where is he?

Newb: Hospital ward, had an accident with a Cloud Eagle.

Hammerfan: Holy shit.

Newb: Yeh...messed him up pretty bad. But it's his own fault. He made mistakes. If I wasn't there, I don't know what he'd have done...

Cut to Neverending walking through the caves. He gets into a very small room which still has some pipes leaking into it from the old sewer. He presses a few buttons on the makeshift mixing desk in front of him and puts on some earphones. He begins talking.

Neverending: Never fear, it's me, your crazy Uncle Ozma ready to liven up your no doubt shitty day in the eternally dreary wasteland! Still, better to be here in HDC than out in the wastes. I'm gonna talk about those mental Tekkies and the lengths they go to to get our...well, out tech.

The camera pans around to behind the table he's sitting at. Attached to the back of the table is a small bomb. It has the letter T imprinted on the back of it. One of the many wires sticking out of it leads to one of the switches on the desk.

Neverending: But first, I'm gonna play my first tune of the show. And trust me, this one's gonna blow your socks off!

He puts a casette in the player and flicks the switch. A small "ding" sound, then the room explodes. Flames instantly engulf Neverending melting the skin from his bones. His carcass flies out into the caves. The hollowed out town shakes and rocks begin falling. People scream in terror. Ending credits roll.

[Zero]

more monkeys

[ferretchucker]

They stay in their own little area and avoid The Forbidden Zone.

[_____V_____]

If you write Zero's part, FC, be sure to add me and a sawed-off shotgun.

Nothing better to spice up a post-apocalyptic scenario than some sizzling well-done monkey butt. :cool:

[ferretchucker]

Opening credits roll. Fade to a shot of an old motel. The pool is filled with tinted green sand and the metal railings have long since rusted off. There are no windows, they have been boarded up. Surrounding the motel is a large perimeter fence on which are two large makeshift turrets. They have large wires protruding and appear to have been constructed from a mixture of tin foil and old hairdryers. People dressed in the same armor as those who attacked HDC rush into the compound.

Cut to a shot of an upstairs room of the motel. The room has been covered in old sheets of corrugated iron and various pieces of Pre Red Button Day tech cover the floor. Laying on a bed, tinkering with an old laptop that has a hole through it's screen is Doc Faustus. He is in the process of trying to connect the broken parts of the screen together using an old metal necklace. The door swings open and in walks a man with messy red hair. His face is young but there is age behind his eyes. He wears a tatty green jumper and jeans. No shoes. This is Scouse Mac.

Doc Faustus: Ah, I was wondering when you would arrive Mr. Mac.

Scouse: Please don't call me Mr. Titles are pathetic in this world. A useless addition to a pointless name. Nobody truly cares. Nobody will ever remember you.

Doc Faustus: Yes...your cynicism proceeded you. I understand you have something for me.

Scouse: I do indeed. I won't say where I got it-

It looks as though Doc is going to protest, so Scouse Mac cuts in.

Scouse: It is useless asking. You will only waste my time and yours. And I have business to attend to.

He moves his hand lightly, curling his fingers as though imagining holding a knife.

Doc: Would you care to show me?

Scouse: Money first. I know what you folk are like. The things you get up to. If I show you and you decide not to pay, I will take it home with me. Then you will try and raid my home. I cannot allow that.

Doc: Do you seriously believe I would even let you leave the compound if that was my master plan?

Scouse: You make a good point...still. I want you to understand I am a man of my word. This...weapon will be in your hands within the minute on the condition that the payment is in mine first.

Doc: A weapon? In terms of, say...HDC. How many would said weapon be likely to eliminate.

Scouse Mac smiles slightly.

Scouse Mac: All.

Doc pushes the broken laptop to the side and stands up, amazed.

Doc Faustus: Impossible!

Scouse Mac: I kid you not. In one foul swoop the town will be gone. Kaput.

Doc: Hold on. It's a bomb of some sort? What use is that to me? I want to eliminate the people, not destroy the system. There would be nothing to salvage!

Scouse Mac: Patience. I will explain further, but first you must hold up your end of the bargain. I understand you have a pair of cutters.

Doc: Whats?

Scouse Mac: Oh you fool...large hydraulically powered pincer like things. They were used by a group of people salvage survivors of vehicle accidents pre red button day.

Doc: How do you know this?

Scouse Mac: Research. It's not important! This particular pair are very important to me. They have been adapted.

Doc: Yes. I had Geddy downstairs attach a hydrogen converter.

Scouse Mac: They work entirely independently?

He speaks with a twinkle of excitement.

Doc: Indeed. I have them in here I believe...

He walks across the room to an en-suite bathroom converted into simply a storage space. Her reaches through the various pieces of rubble and pulls out the cutters, passing them to Scouse Mac. Scouse's eyes light up with malicious wonder as he presses the button, powering the cutters. The great metal pincers the size of a human head open and close.

Doc: Now where is this weapon you speak of?

Scouse Mac: Of course.

He reaches into his jeans pockets and pulls out a small chrome ball the size of a golf ball. A line runs around the outside of it.

Scouse Mac: I haven't thought of a name for it...I was given it but an...unfortunate riverman.

His eye twitches slightly.

Scouse Mac: He never told me where he found them. But he told me how they work. It's a type of grenade. Twist the two halves apart and throw. Wipes out biological thing within two square miles...except the thrower. Finger print recognition it would seem.

Doc: This is incredible! How ever did he find out this information?

Scouse Mac: An unfortunate slip up somewhere in what used to be New Illinois...

He suddenly becomes a lot more focused, lifting up the cutters and aking for the door.

Scouse: Pleasure.

Before Doc can say a thing, Scouse has left. Doc is left pondering the new weapon with a dark grin on his face. Ending credits roll.

[ferretchucker]

Opening credits roll. Fade to a shot of the outside of what was Neverending's studio. Flames are shooting through the door and crowds of people watch on in horror as others desperately try to fight the fire with some primitive garden hoses. Rocks are still falling from the ceiling, although it seems to have settled down now. Chronogrl pushes through the crowd of people that's gathered.

Chronogrl: Okay, people, you all need to go back to your compartments. Level 3s and above only from tunnel D through F. Anybody who lives in said tunnels needs to head to the town hall right away.

Newb: What's going on?!

Chronogrl: No idea, but it's serious. Some sort of explosion in here.

Newb: Shit, that's Neverending's studio isn't it?

Chronogrl: You're a non citizen, I'm sorry but you're gonna have to leave now.

Newb: Is Neverending okay?

She turns to him and suddenly looks less focussed.

Chronogrl: Look, I don't know who you are, but he was my friend as well. I want to know what happened to him just as much as you but at the moment my job is to clear you all out of here. Please don't make it harder.

Newb: My friend's in the medical block here, can I just go and get him?

Chronogrl: Sure, that's not mu juristriction. Go.

She turns back and tries to control the crowd some more. The flames have died down now. Fade to The Flayed One's temporary room. He's sleeping heavily whilst people knock at the door. Eventually he wakes up and walks over to open it. Standing there is V.

Flayed: Oh fuck, I don't have to go over wha-

V: Quiet, I need to talk to you quickly. You said you came here from some escape pod, right?

Flayed: What?

V: When you were talking to me about where you came from, that space station, you said you came here in an escape pod?

Flayed: Yeah, what about it?

V: How high tech would you say it was?

Flayed: I dunno, I'm not a technician. What's this abou-

V: How was it powered?

Flayed: Something called Black Fusion. I dunno, it's like they get a miniature black hole and just use it to power everything on the ship.

V: You're serious? That must be incredible...an infinite power source. If we can contain that...

He drifts off then looks back at Flayed.

V: Look, there was an explosion further down the halls, evidence suggests it was a little gift the tekkies left behind. It knocked out our electricity supply and we have no way of reconnecting that. We have four hours worth of power left.

Flayed: Shit dude...well, I don't see how I can help.

V: This escape pod must have some kind of fuel storage, some remnant of this black fusion. If you can bring that back here then...need I explain?

Flayed: Hold on! I see where this is going. No! I'm not sticking my neck out for you guys. I just want to relax. I have had enough of rescue missions. This one girl on the station, Papillon Noi-

V: You don't seem to understand. We need this, and you're going to get it for us. A young woman named Chronogrl, very determined lady, has agreed to go with you. We'll give you all the tools you need, including two motorbikes lent to us by some traders.

Flayed: Fuck you! I'm through with action.

V takes a menacing step forward to Flayed.

V: When you left with all that technology a lot of people here were very angry. You betrayed us. I've forgiven you...but a lot of others haven't. Neverending was particularly furious with you at the time.

Flayed: Where is that old dude?

V: He was at the center of that explosion. Now, I'm not saying you had anything to do with it, but rumors are starting to spread. I'm the only thing standing between you and them and if I move out of the way...

Flayed: You devious bastard. I thought I could trust you.

V: I'm mayor first and your friend second. Sorry, it's just the way things are.

Flayed: So what do I have to do exactly.

V: Go out on the bikes to wherever you left this pod and salvage all that you can from it, but most of all the fuel storage. With any luck we can find out our own way to create black fusion. Worst case scenario we have to use it to power this place for a few more days.

Flayed: What do I get out of it?

V: An unlimited level 2 clearance here.

Flayed: That's it? I don't need this place, I could find a home somewhere else.

V: And 3000 Rels. That should be enough to last you at least three years.

Flayed is clearly tempted by the money, his greed kicking it.

Flayed: Make it 3500.

V: Deal.

Flayed: And I want half before I leave.

V: You drive a hard bargain...but okay.

Flayed: Lovely.

He licks his lips, then takes a big swig from a jug of ale beside his bed. He and V shake hands.

V: Pleasure doing business with you my friend.

Flayed: Same to you.

The camera pans down to show Flayed's fingers crossed behind his back. Ending credits roll.