Post by Storm Sheppard on Sept 13, 2013 17:19:52 GMT -2
Keywords: Fast Rambunctios Motorway
Area Level: Low
Area Type: Field
description: A vast desert with one road and mountains at one end of the road.
weather: Bright with storm clouds over the mountains
Area Mission: Quest for rare item – Steam Bike
Post Count Required: 15
Participants: Storm Sheppard, open
Storm Sheppard appeared onto the sunny dessert road, a lone strip of black asphalt running off into the distance and vanishing into the horizon. In one direction were the endless rolling hills of dried, cracked earth, broken up only by the odd cactus or tumble weed. In the other direction were sloping mountains with dark storm clouds brewing above them, seemingly where the road started. Beside the warp gate was an old gas station and garage, dried wood showing under the chipped paint and broken windows half repaired with boards covering the cracks. A little grunty sat by the door to the gas station, a black pompadour hair style with totally rad side-burns decorated the little guy’s head. Large dark sunglass sat on his snout as he chewed a toothpick in his white shirt and blue denim jeans. He looked like a grunty that had ridden the road all his years and KNEW that life wasn’t worth livin’ without rubber on the ground and an engine humming away underneath ya. Storm Sheppard decided that this would be a good place to start his quest, having gone so long in this game without a steam bike and not knowing really why.
Hello there little buddy, I’m looking to get me some steam bike action! He said to the diminutive fellow. He got a glance back, the grunty seemingly trying to see if this tall, mohawked figure was worth his time.
Rev, you an’ everybody else rev. He said, an accent reminiscent of the Ancient Rock singer Elvis Presley, somebody Storm Sheppard had enjoyed the early works of for many a year. Rev, too bad for you though, since the Green Goblin Gang came ridin’ through here an’ stole my Ride , my Bike Parts , and my Chief Mechanic rev! He said, a twinge of sorrow mixing into his voice for a moment. Indeed it was a very sad event to lose one’s ride, parts and mechanic, even for one as hard forged by life on the road as this grunty. I can’t get anybody on the road without those, and I’m not strong enough to take on the Green Goblin Gang on my own!
Hey, I feel you’re pain my tiny friend. Storm Sheppard said, getting down to one knee and putting a hand on the grunty’s shoulder. I am a powerful Flick Reaper, and I swear I will put so many pointy things in the Green Goblin Gang’s rear end they won’t be able to sit on a bike let alone steal one. He said, his face stalwart and resolute, knowing deep in his heart of hearts that you don’t mess with someone’s ride. The grunty looked up, his usual strong visage restored to it’s mighty glory as his gave a gruff chuckle.
Rev, don’t know if you got what it takes kid, but ya got guts. But’cha gonna need some wheels if you wanna keep up with the GGG. I got a few loner’s in the garage, they’re old and not the fastest, but they can move it well enough, rev. The grunty said, moving over to the garage where four bikes sat, each one looking old and rusted, years of the road etched into every pipe, plate and hose. Rev, the Green Goblin Gang is up in the mountains, and if you can get my stuff back, then I’ll see what I can do about getting you some proper wheels. He said as Storm Sheppard looked the vehicles over, trying to figure out which one was the most beaten up and thrown together looking. He wanted to look cool of course, and he could think of no cooler way of riding up the mountains than by charging up on a bucket of bolts held together by gum, rubber bands and hope.
Area Level: Low
Area Type: Field
description: A vast desert with one road and mountains at one end of the road.
weather: Bright with storm clouds over the mountains
Area Mission: Quest for rare item – Steam Bike
Post Count Required: 15
Participants: Storm Sheppard, open
Storm Sheppard appeared onto the sunny dessert road, a lone strip of black asphalt running off into the distance and vanishing into the horizon. In one direction were the endless rolling hills of dried, cracked earth, broken up only by the odd cactus or tumble weed. In the other direction were sloping mountains with dark storm clouds brewing above them, seemingly where the road started. Beside the warp gate was an old gas station and garage, dried wood showing under the chipped paint and broken windows half repaired with boards covering the cracks. A little grunty sat by the door to the gas station, a black pompadour hair style with totally rad side-burns decorated the little guy’s head. Large dark sunglass sat on his snout as he chewed a toothpick in his white shirt and blue denim jeans. He looked like a grunty that had ridden the road all his years and KNEW that life wasn’t worth livin’ without rubber on the ground and an engine humming away underneath ya. Storm Sheppard decided that this would be a good place to start his quest, having gone so long in this game without a steam bike and not knowing really why.
Hello there little buddy, I’m looking to get me some steam bike action! He said to the diminutive fellow. He got a glance back, the grunty seemingly trying to see if this tall, mohawked figure was worth his time.
Rev, you an’ everybody else rev. He said, an accent reminiscent of the Ancient Rock singer Elvis Presley, somebody Storm Sheppard had enjoyed the early works of for many a year. Rev, too bad for you though, since the Green Goblin Gang came ridin’ through here an’ stole my Ride , my Bike Parts , and my Chief Mechanic rev! He said, a twinge of sorrow mixing into his voice for a moment. Indeed it was a very sad event to lose one’s ride, parts and mechanic, even for one as hard forged by life on the road as this grunty. I can’t get anybody on the road without those, and I’m not strong enough to take on the Green Goblin Gang on my own!
Hey, I feel you’re pain my tiny friend. Storm Sheppard said, getting down to one knee and putting a hand on the grunty’s shoulder. I am a powerful Flick Reaper, and I swear I will put so many pointy things in the Green Goblin Gang’s rear end they won’t be able to sit on a bike let alone steal one. He said, his face stalwart and resolute, knowing deep in his heart of hearts that you don’t mess with someone’s ride. The grunty looked up, his usual strong visage restored to it’s mighty glory as his gave a gruff chuckle.
Rev, don’t know if you got what it takes kid, but ya got guts. But’cha gonna need some wheels if you wanna keep up with the GGG. I got a few loner’s in the garage, they’re old and not the fastest, but they can move it well enough, rev. The grunty said, moving over to the garage where four bikes sat, each one looking old and rusted, years of the road etched into every pipe, plate and hose. Rev, the Green Goblin Gang is up in the mountains, and if you can get my stuff back, then I’ll see what I can do about getting you some proper wheels. He said as Storm Sheppard looked the vehicles over, trying to figure out which one was the most beaten up and thrown together looking. He wanted to look cool of course, and he could think of no cooler way of riding up the mountains than by charging up on a bucket of bolts held together by gum, rubber bands and hope.
