06-23-2017, 03:00 PM
Sergeant John Estes snored loudly within the cab of the old Buick. Thirty yards distant shards of broken glass littered the sidewalk outside a forgotten tavern. Much like every other corner of the zone, the streets were deserted, indeed the sign above the tavern was so dusty the name couldn't even be made out. Any rookie cop could have guessed the bar had been ransacked and robbed, but out here in the lonely streets of Mega City One, there was no one left to hunt for clues and apprehend the perpetrators.
A tepid six pack of ancient beer sat half drunken on the floor of the Buick. The smell of the old beer was sour, like a vat of moldy pickles, but that hadn't stopped the lazy cop from indulging himself. His former partner, Isaac Clarke, had been culled to take part in another one of Karl Jak’s mad coliseum fights. Mad Bull had once again been left to himself. In times like this the isolation could get a lesser man down, but Sergeant John Estes was a fearless officer who had become well accustomed to watching partners come and go. He had seen countless other cops shot down in the mean streets of Coruscant and New York City, so he turned to the one source of solace that never failed him: lots of beer and a nap.
As the burly man dozed, the electronic tablet in his supply pack began to suddenly chime a new alert.-Ting Da Ting! Ting Da Ting!
BAAAARUP!
Mad Bull let loose a powerful belch that shook the rusty Buick along it's worn out frame, yet the little device continued to sing it's annoying alert.
“Shattup already!” he shouted. A hairy hand reached to the car floor and snapped another can of beer from the plastic ring. Sleepy guzzled the spoiled alcohol, crumpled the can against his forehead and tossed it out the window. It landed with a metallic rattle amongst a pile of 10-12 more crushed cans.
The barrel chested lawman groped sleepily for the tablet and shook it like a crying baby. “SHATTUP!” he bellowed in frustration, forgetting how to unfreeze the screen. Full roused from his nap, he blinked his beady eyes and flicked a meaty finger against the screen and tapped on the alert.
“NEW ITEM DROPS!” the screen pronounced in vibrant letters.
“Guess I better getta move on…”
A tepid six pack of ancient beer sat half drunken on the floor of the Buick. The smell of the old beer was sour, like a vat of moldy pickles, but that hadn't stopped the lazy cop from indulging himself. His former partner, Isaac Clarke, had been culled to take part in another one of Karl Jak’s mad coliseum fights. Mad Bull had once again been left to himself. In times like this the isolation could get a lesser man down, but Sergeant John Estes was a fearless officer who had become well accustomed to watching partners come and go. He had seen countless other cops shot down in the mean streets of Coruscant and New York City, so he turned to the one source of solace that never failed him: lots of beer and a nap.
As the burly man dozed, the electronic tablet in his supply pack began to suddenly chime a new alert.-Ting Da Ting! Ting Da Ting!
BAAAARUP!
Mad Bull let loose a powerful belch that shook the rusty Buick along it's worn out frame, yet the little device continued to sing it's annoying alert.
“Shattup already!” he shouted. A hairy hand reached to the car floor and snapped another can of beer from the plastic ring. Sleepy guzzled the spoiled alcohol, crumpled the can against his forehead and tossed it out the window. It landed with a metallic rattle amongst a pile of 10-12 more crushed cans.
The barrel chested lawman groped sleepily for the tablet and shook it like a crying baby. “SHATTUP!” he bellowed in frustration, forgetting how to unfreeze the screen. Full roused from his nap, he blinked his beady eyes and flicked a meaty finger against the screen and tapped on the alert.
“NEW ITEM DROPS!” the screen pronounced in vibrant letters.
“Guess I better getta move on…”
Quote:Mad Bull moving from C16 to C20