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7/12/2015 12:45:04 AM
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You exit the alleyway, and the busy Centra streets open up in front of you. A river of businessmen and women busily tapping at their Tac-Pads rush by, their suits billowing in the wind. Slick cars and other vehicles roll slowly by, the traffic slow.
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I see a large building, and decide to parkour up to the rooftop
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You can see the rest of Centra here, all of the stores and such. (([b]You may now go to any Business you please[/b]))
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I go to a gunz for funz
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You pass two Cyber-Police droids, each toting Kriksboc-19 rifles in their metal arms, as you walk to the entrance. Their optical sensors blink yellow light, noticing your presence as you pass by. Sliding glass doors slip open as you enter, and racks upon racks of guns and other mechanisms are now in your sight. A geeky man, acne-faced and mulleted, glasses and baseball cap, sits at the front desk. He is working on a computer. He glances up at you, then looks back at his computer monitor.
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I look around, and find a pistol. I walk up to the cashier.
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The man takes a moment to muster up the strength to look away from his monitor, and then takes the pistol from your hands. "Ah, the Pinn-7. Not very powerful, but it has pretty good stability and size. Can fit into your pocket. That'll be 500 Credits, please." (([b]You have 1,000 Credits at the moment. To pay, you must use your Tac-Pad to find the Gunz For Funz payment network and pay over the internet.[/b]))
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*i pay*
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As you take the pistol, you can hear yelling and crazed laughter outside the store, along with raging engines that seem to zoom by in the street. Angered beeps can be heard from the Cyber-Police droids, and warnings are told from their automated voices. "Ugh, it's that damned biker gang again. Crazy idiots, always racing through traffic like that." the cashier says.
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Biker gang? Tell me more
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The cashier leans forward and rests on his crossed arms against the desk. "They call themselves the Gear Boys. They're rarely seen off their stupid motorcycles, and they all have to do drive byes, hitting other cars and bikes with metal pipes and stuff like that. They think they're a big thing, but their all just big jackasses. Police have been chasing them for months now. Shot one of their boys and now they got angrier."
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Interesting. Thank you for the information. *exits*
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As you step outside of the Gunz For Funz, something large flies past you along the sidewalk, cackling and rumbling with engine fuel. Your eyes follow it and you see it was a biker, a Gear Boy, racing on a slick grey motorcycle. More bikes continue to drive past on the road, cars parked along the sides and civilians running around and screaming and hiding. The Cyber-Police droids start to fire their weapons at the anarchic bikers. Most of the bikers escape at blinding speeds, while other fly off of their vehicles and land on the road hard, tumbling and screaming as they accidentally get ran over by their mates. Centra is chaos.
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I jump on a nearby civilian bike and chase the gang while shooting them, and making my way to the head of the gang
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Edited by HickoryHamMike: 7/12/2015 3:35:39 AMSince you are a Cyborg, your aim assistance is just as good as a droid's, so most of your shots hit the bikers, sending them tumbling past you, along with their bikes. You swerve past the obstacles, and you see the what look to be the leader of the gang: a man with a full cherry red biker outfit with a grey gear printed on the back of his jacket. He rides a red steed, covered in stickers ((looks kinda like this http://imgur.com/lIChUkZ )). He quickly glances back at you, and he uses one hand to unsheathe from a long holster attached to his belt what looks to be a katana as red as his outfit. He holds it out to the side in a tripping gesture, and he slows his speed down to start coming next to you.
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I shoot the wheels on his bike, then I try to shoot him
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Your bullets bounce off of his wheels, which seem to be made of some hard rubber substance. He swerves a little, making most of your shots miss him, until one hits him in the shoulder. He screams in pain and tumbles off his bike, his motorcycles sliding into a car and his katana clattering a across the road. He rolls to safety on the sidewalk and bolts into an alleyway, gripping his bloody shoulder.
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I take the katana, and look in the distance. I see police coming, so I climb a building and run
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((You know you have your own blades and claws that come out of your body, right? And you have a grappling-gun hand)) You scale the building with your grappling-hand, and rest upon the roof, the katana in your arms. You see Police buses and bikes rush through the streets, chasing the remaining bikers. Behind the bunch of vehicles, a squadron of Cyber-Police droids march, led by... A human? It is a grizzled man covered in polymer body armor, though with no helmet on. His face is emotionless. He strides hurriedly after the caravan of Police vehicles, the small army of droids behind following his lead. The man doesn't seem to have any visible weapons on him, but he still looks dangerous.
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((You also have 2 .5mm bullets left in your clip for the Pinn-7))
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I stare, but I use my grapple hand to get on a passing police helicopter and tail the bikers to their base
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You zip up to the underside of the passing Police airship which hovers after the biker gang in slow pursuit. You estimate a total of 9 bikers left on the streets as you look at them. You also notice that there are no sniper units or turrets on the ship: it must just be a scouting ship. You are unsure if it is piloted or automated, though.
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I claw onto a biker and cut his throat, and take control of the bike. I then proceed to off the bikers one by one.
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You leap from the airship, your wrists unhinging to unsheathe long, serrated and curved steel blades, and they sink into the back of the targeted biker. You yank him off of his bike and take his place. You rev the engine and take off after the rest of the Gear Boys, your wrist-blades smeared and dripping with blood, ready to strike.
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I jump bike to bike shanking them
