Beads of sweat raced down the hairy, muscular chest of Sergeant John Estes. The lawman was driving with full purpose, his eyes on the prize ahead in Zone C21. With few traffic droids to be mindful of in Zone C19, the burly cop zoomed at breakneck speeds until he had arrived outside “Clanger’s Claptrap."
The beaten old Buick came to a rattling stop at what would have normally been the front valet parking kiosk. Had the city been alive with people and creatures going about their business, the policeman may have felt a little embarrassed pulling up to a nice bordello in such a low-grade vehicle, but there was literally no one left to judge him, so he simply parked the car right in the front outside the main door.
Clanger’s Claptrap and the city block it stood on had come alive, perhaps with the arrival of Mad Bull or other Primes. Garish neon signs displayed animated images of sexy legged robots bending and jutting out artificial body parts through a swirl of bright lights and harping sounds. Side-hung marquees flashed in seizure inducing spurts, “NUDES - NUDES - NUDES,” creating a cacophony of colors and lewd revelry that could have even put the most randy of Amsterdam red-light districts to shame. The chiseled barrel chest of the lustful officer heaved as he imagined the X-Rated pleasures that would lie within.
He rubbed his hands together greedily and adjusted the leather belt that rested on his hips as if he was getting ready for a hot date with a $200 broad.
“Just think,”he thought to himself, “there’s gotta be 4 stories filled with pleasure droids waiting there to do whatever a guy wants...for free!”
He chortled out a crude laugh.
“And here I am, the only fella within miles near enough to enjoy it! Somebody pinch me, ‘cuz I’m either dreamin’ or died and gone to Heaven!”
A tall, lean and wafish looked man greeted him as he neared the front entrance. “Welcome Sergeant John Estes, we have been expecting you!”
The seasoned lawman stared at what must have been some sort of bouncer. The garish glow of neon lights shadowed the man’s face in wild, inhuman ways. Mad Bull felt unease at the [i]uncanny valley[I]nature of the robot. It looked outwardly like a man, but there was something undeniably artificial and unnerving about the thing. The officer gruffly spat on the sidewalk and turned back to the Buick. Once again, he rummaged within the cab and withdrew all his weapons… just encase.
Mad Bull laughed happily as he walked through the doors of Clanger’s Claptrap. The bordello was ran entirely by droids, and as if commanded by some great clockmaker, scores of beautiful robot men and women were engaging in a pre-planned ritual of erotic dancing, waitressing and bartending within the labyrinthine confines of the establishment.
The officer strutted through the opening lobbying, his cheeks flushed with the knowledge that the entire elaborate display existed for his pleasure...and his alone! Three buxom robots gathered towards him, each splaying themselves across the burly muscles of his chest. One cooed softly as she began to finger the buttons of his uniform, but the rough cop belted the robot away with an open handed slap.
“Later! I’ll take my own pick later! First…” he spoke aloud, “I got something to track down in the area.”
The beaten old Buick came to a rattling stop at what would have normally been the front valet parking kiosk. Had the city been alive with people and creatures going about their business, the policeman may have felt a little embarrassed pulling up to a nice bordello in such a low-grade vehicle, but there was literally no one left to judge him, so he simply parked the car right in the front outside the main door.
Clanger’s Claptrap and the city block it stood on had come alive, perhaps with the arrival of Mad Bull or other Primes. Garish neon signs displayed animated images of sexy legged robots bending and jutting out artificial body parts through a swirl of bright lights and harping sounds. Side-hung marquees flashed in seizure inducing spurts, “NUDES - NUDES - NUDES,” creating a cacophony of colors and lewd revelry that could have even put the most randy of Amsterdam red-light districts to shame. The chiseled barrel chest of the lustful officer heaved as he imagined the X-Rated pleasures that would lie within.
He rubbed his hands together greedily and adjusted the leather belt that rested on his hips as if he was getting ready for a hot date with a $200 broad.
“Just think,”he thought to himself, “there’s gotta be 4 stories filled with pleasure droids waiting there to do whatever a guy wants...for free!”
He chortled out a crude laugh.
“And here I am, the only fella within miles near enough to enjoy it! Somebody pinch me, ‘cuz I’m either dreamin’ or died and gone to Heaven!”
A tall, lean and wafish looked man greeted him as he neared the front entrance. “Welcome Sergeant John Estes, we have been expecting you!”
The seasoned lawman stared at what must have been some sort of bouncer. The garish glow of neon lights shadowed the man’s face in wild, inhuman ways. Mad Bull felt unease at the [i]uncanny valley[I]nature of the robot. It looked outwardly like a man, but there was something undeniably artificial and unnerving about the thing. The officer gruffly spat on the sidewalk and turned back to the Buick. Once again, he rummaged within the cab and withdrew all his weapons… just encase.
Quote:Mad Bull moves from C19 to C21
Mad Bull laughed happily as he walked through the doors of Clanger’s Claptrap. The bordello was ran entirely by droids, and as if commanded by some great clockmaker, scores of beautiful robot men and women were engaging in a pre-planned ritual of erotic dancing, waitressing and bartending within the labyrinthine confines of the establishment.
The officer strutted through the opening lobbying, his cheeks flushed with the knowledge that the entire elaborate display existed for his pleasure...and his alone! Three buxom robots gathered towards him, each splaying themselves across the burly muscles of his chest. One cooed softly as she began to finger the buttons of his uniform, but the rough cop belted the robot away with an open handed slap.
“Later! I’ll take my own pick later! First…” he spoke aloud, “I got something to track down in the area.”
Quote:Mad Bull is also searching for the item in C21 and will fight anyone that challenges for it. I’ve set up a location to brawl in, but we don’t necessarily need to use it.