Entering the town again, wouldn’t be a good idea. From the sound of it, the town is suspicious of outsiders, if Dan showed up again with the lot of you; they’d know something was up. Not to mention he was the most “presentable” of all of you. You figure the raiders might be a better choice. If they’re poorly led, then maybe just taking care of the leader will make the rest fall in line.

“Alright Dan, you know where the raiders hang out?” you ask.
“Um, not exactly, but its somewhere in the hills near Cinderville.”
“Okay let’s go there. We can probably kick the leader’s ass and…”

Jim all of sudden stops you in mid-sentence.

“Hold up, brain boy. I know you got all these great ideas, and you seem to be a pretty ruthless sonofabitch, and I respect that, but let’s keep in mind that I’M running this fuckin’ gang. Don’t presume you can just order us all around about what we’re going to do.” He tells you in an authoritative voice and implies bodily harm if you disagree with him.

(Sigh) You had a feeling this was going to happen.
> Back down
While you probably could kill this fat fucker, but for now you have to have all the help you can get and no disunity to pull this plan off, so you’ll back down for now…

“Hey, I never said I was the leader, I know you are Jim.”
“Good. Glad we understand each other.”
“So go ahead and tell us what YOU think is the best course of action for this plan.”
“Um…well…your strategy sounded pretty good.” Jim says predictably

Just as you thought, you’re STILL in control, just had to give the fool the appearance that he’s still in control.

After taking some supplies you think you’ll need and re-trapping your home, you all set off to leave. (You take your van)

In about a day, you arrive around in the area that Dan was talking about, in fact you don’t need to look for the raiders; they instantly approach you when they see you coming. It would appear some of them have a few vehicles as well. Jim signals for everyone to halt and he gets off his bike. Ramon and Dan halt near Jim, but don’t get off their bikes. You in the meantime grab your hunting rifle and hang in the back a bit, you just hope Jim can pull this shit off, especially since you’re greatly outnumbered.

Soon the raiders arrive and stop their own vehicles. The leader steps out of his beat up car, and steps forward. He looks mean enough, like he’s been living in the wasteland from day one.

“So, you got any last words, before we fuck you and eat you?” he asks Jim.
“Yeah, I heard you’re the pussy ass bitch, who can’t even handle a few pigs and some fuckin’ vigilantes in Cinderville.” Jim replies.

The raider leader’s expression gets even meaner looking if such a thing is possible.

“Oh? And I suppose YOU can do a better job you fat tub of shit?” he sneers.
“Sure the fuck can asshole, all I need is more men. In fact I’d say yours would do just fine, so I’d say you’d better just step aside and see a pro in action.”
“Don’t think so, besides I’ve already seen a fag get his mouth gang fucked by a bunch of guys.”

You sure hope Jim is a better fighter, because he’s losing in the battle of snappy comebacks right now. In fact he can’t come up with a response, so he just slugs the raider leader instead. You fully expect the shooting to start, but instead the raider leader laughs, pulls out the biggest blade you’ve ever seen and screams “THIS ONE IS MINE!”

During the fight, you scan all your potential greatest threats and the quickest order to pick them off, in case this all goes south. You’re so busy doing that, that you’re not really paying attention to the actual fight, which Jim as it turns out, is winning.

After tussling on the ground, slamming into nearby vehicles, punching, kicking and all the rest, Jim finally puts an end to his opponent by shoving his own knife through his throat. Everyone goes silent, and Jim stands up wiping the blood off of himself.

“Alright! Now listen the fuck up! Your previous leader was a lame ass who couldn’t get the job done, and that changes right now! We’re gonna get fuckin’ organized and take that goddamn little town! Might makes fuckin’ right! Are ya with me, or are ya gonna go running off like a limp wristed sissy?”

Well, it’s a good thing you didn’t kill Jim, because these raiders seem to really identify with him and they unanimously accept him as their new leader. You doubt if you would’ve had that success. You’ve never been a people person, regardless of who those people might’ve been, however you are an idea person, and now you move on to your next phase.

After Jim finally gets all the new people to listen, you begin to explain your plan, the problem before is they kept stupidly attacking from one direction, rather than doing the classic “pincer” maneuver and attacking from multiple sides. Using Dan’s information, you specifically pick out areas where the most damage can initially be done with the least amount of risk. You point out the spot where there’s still an old school being used to teach the children. Take control of that with the kids inside and you’ve severely reduced most of the townspeople’s willingness to fight, which will curb the neighborhood “Charles Bronsons” from helping the police force. In fact you decide to take that job since you want Jim to lead the raiders in the main direct assault force with the cops. Dan and Ramon will be traveling with their own smaller force to attack other parts of the town, spreading out the cops’ usually organized force. It’s also hoped that the more disreputable elements that Dan mentioned living in the town, will join in the mayhem on your side, or at least against their side.

The raider vehicles themselves are not in the best condition, and most of them are running low on gas, but they’ll do for now. You figure if all goes well, the still fuel that you created back at your home, as well as the farming area in the town with the pig and cow shit biofuel can solve those problems later. In fact you specifically mention that NO damage should happen to that area in this attack, though you don’t expect them to follow that order.

You don’t want to wait long to attack with this bunch, since they have the attention span of a gnat of crack. You have to attack soon when they’re all hyped up. You suggest that to Jim, who agrees since he’s anxious to get to this dastardly business anyway. In a couple days you’re attacking the town as planned. You start on your end first, making a beeline to the school, before the main attack force arrives.

A few of the raiders are in your van itching to start creating some havoc. You stop outside of the school and run inside with your current trigger happy cohorts. A couple of them kill a few kids and you have to remind them you’re SUPPOSED to be holding them hostage right now! If the townsfolk don’t comply THEN you can start capping the little bastards. You tell them to go and kill the teachers if they want.

In the mean time you take the opportunity to shout from the window to the crowd gathering outside. You tell them that if any of them start trying to defend the town or help the cops, then their kids are going to be killed. To show you’re really serious though, you tell one of the raiders to toss a kid out the window. A collective cry goes up from the crowd when the body hits the pavement and their pathetic begging is pleasing to your ears.

You get a few people shooting at you anyway (Obviously not parents) but having a good vantage point and a hunting rifle, you start sniping the idiots who have decided to ignore your threats. A few more kids thrown out the window causes ALL the shooting to stop.

You can hear the sounds of battle from your position; no cops have arrived so you’re guessing Jim and the rest are doing their job. You’re really enjoying all this chaos you’ve created, you were just stagnating before the bombs dropped, now in this new world you’re free to embrace the darkest part of yourself that always existed, but wasn’t allowed the flourish. You love this fucking shit.

Eventually you hear a roar of a motorcycle, followed by the sound of some bottles breaking. You go to check the window and see the crowd outside running and screaming, some of them on fire from the Molotov Cocktails just thrown at them. You also see Ramon shouting up to you.

“Hey! We’re winning man! The remaining cops are barricaded in their fucking station, broke the Mayor’s legs and dragged him through the street and best of all we got some of the other local punks to join us! There’s practically no more resistance left! Its total fucking anarchy man!”

You turn around and begin smiling at the kids you’re holding hostage which somehow scares them even more. You pick up a young girl and kiss her hard on the lips and laugh at the fear in her eyes. You then throw her down and tell the raiders with you they can do whatever they want, because you’re going to indulge in some pure havoc on your own.

After a couple days and nights of indulging in this activity, Jim finally gets around to settling his new gang down (Which he’s inventively called “Jim’s Reapers”) and wondering about what to do with the town now that he has control over it. He seems to have forgotten already that it was YOU, who orchestrated this. Now that the task has been accomplished perhaps this would be the time to discuss the leadership role again.

Then again, you wonder if you even want to bother. Sure there’s the power and such, but there’s also the headache of dealing with all these morons on a regular basis and running the town. The “fun” part is over as it were.
> You kill Jim for control of the town
The whole point of this endeavor was to take control of the town and you’re not going to let Jim get that glory. You go find him in the Mayor’s Manor still tormenting the mayor and his wife. The mayor is currently lying on the floor bloody and helpless with his legs a useless mess. His wife is naked in a fetal position in a corner just rocking to herself in a state of perpetual shock, its apparent she’s been raped over and over. Jim doesn’t have anyone else with him, not even have Dan or Ramon, he’s all by himself in a drunken stupor at the moment celebrating his new found power, unaware that you’re about to relieve him of it.

“Heeeeey! Killer! Its you! Have a drink! This fucker’s got some classy shit stashed in his cellar! (Hic!)”
“Nah, that’s okay. So I see you’ve been having fun eh?”
“Me? Oh fuck yeah! The mayor over here has got himself one fine piece of ass! Been tryin’ her out every other hour y’know what I mean? HAR HAR HAR!”
“Hmmm, yes.” You say looking over at her again, while Jim continues to pontificate.
“Shit man (Hic!) I think me, you, Dan and fuckin’ Ramon are the few straight bastards in this gang! Those fuckin’ raiders we recruited? I ain’t even seen them try to get any of the pussy in this town. They must’ve been in the wasteland too damn long or somethin’, I think they forgot what a god (hic!) damn bitch looks like. Been cornholin’ each other so much they went an’ fell in love! HAR HAR HAR HAR! (hic!) Ah hell I’m not judgin’. (hic!)”

While Jim wanders into the next room still talking about his gang’s sexual preference, you go over to the mayor who’s been baring his mental and physical pain in silence the whole time. When you crouch near him and pull your pistol out, he thinks this is it, but you have something “special” in mind. You see that his hands are still in good shape so you keep your voice down and look him in the eyes.

“You’re gonna die. Nothing can stop this. Resign yourself to this fact. Life sucks and that’s all there is to it.” you say unloading your pistol, but keeping one bullet in the chamber.

“…however, you can still get vengeance. I thought you might like to know that I’m the one who planned this attack. I’m the one who orchestrated this town’s destruction. A town you no longer have any control over and has had many of its citizens viciously killed thanks to my actions… the fat piece of drunken shit in the next room has personally beaten you and violated your wife, repeatedly. Over and over. In front of you. His fat smelly flesh all over her while he enjoyed it the whole time. Probably shoved his cock in all three holes too huh?”

He looks at you with a mixture of fear, hate, and sorrow, while tears fill his eyes. You place the gun in his hand.

“…well anyway, there’s one bullet in the gun. Remember, you got one shot, one chance for vengeance, make your choice. Better hide that, here comes Jim.”

Jim comes stumbling back in room, while the mayor holds the gun close to himself in a bad attempt to hide it. The stand back waiting to see what happens next.

“…I mean hell I’ve fucked a few prags when I (hic!) was in prison, but…hey…what have you got there?” Jim asks seeing the mayor holding something, but not able to make it out clearly due to his inebriated state.

Jim gets closer, closer, and then mayor draws on him. He sobers up just long enough to realize he’s got a bullet between his eyes.

“…what the fuuuuuuuuck…” Jim says before falling face first on the floor.

“Wow, that was pretty intense, I mean my own life was on the line there! Whew! But I figured you’d kill Jim, too bad it wasn’t the right choice on your part.” You say punching the mayor in the face and take your pistol back, loading it again.

“Stupid bastard, didn’t it occur to you that I’d do the same thing to your wife?”
“No…don’t…” he says looking up at you with blood coming from his mouth, as your own curls cruelly upward.
“Just kidding, I wouldn’t stick my dick anywhere near Jim has been. Looks like you made the right choice after all!”

You put the mayor out of his misery and shoot him in the face. You then approach the mayor’s wife who’s still been rocking to herself this whole time. You look at her a little closer.

“Hmm, you must’ve been very beautiful before this all happened.” You remark, caressing her damaged face, before ending her life as well.

Having had your fun, you go and announce you’re the leader now. Unfortunately you don’t quite have the charisma or imposing physique Jim had, so not everyone is willing to follow. (Ramon and Dan are among the first ones you kill for disobeying you) What ultimately happens is the town becomes a factional warzone where nobody is really in control and the poor Cinderville townsfolk are caught in the middle. Eventually things stabilize and a few of the “heavy weights” carve out their own territories and there’s an unstable peace in the town. Fights still break out, but there’s never an imbalance of power or advantage for long. (Though, maintaining a hold on the biofuel refinery gives you a little bit of an advantage…)

Four years pass…

Five years have passed since the bombs dropped and you couldn’t be happier. You’ve accomplished more than you ever did in the old world. World War Three was the best thing that ever happened to you. You’ve been running your own slice of heaven in this hellish world and had the freedom to live out your true nature, which you’ve done for the past five years.

And now that freedom could be coming to an end.

Recently through rumors and wandering travelers who have the misfortune of finding Cinderville, you’ve found out that there’s a growing organization trying to “tame” the wasteland. They call themselves The Combine. Apparently they’re at war with another organization called the Cybernetic Collective and the Combine’s been aggressively taking towns and conscripting the citizens to fight in their war. And now they’ve come to Cinderville.

They arrive in well taken care of vehicles, with better training, better discipline and better weapons. They begin talking to everybody they can. They aren’t going to take the entire town by force, no what they intend to do is to back one of the stronger factions to wipe out the rest, and then absorb their puppet into the Combine to have control over the entire town. You’re not fooled.

The question just remains is; are you going to ally with them first, or fight this threat to your freedom?
> You ally with the Combine
If you have any motivation to keep your position, you’ll have to ally with the Combine, for now at least. You decide to at least hear what they have to say. Two envoys come to speak to you; one of them is some rough looking man that probably thinks he’s some sort of hard ass. The other is a woman, she looks like she’s probably seen battle, but you’re more interested in her seeing your dick up close and personal if that’s possible.

“So, I hear you’re one of the Warlords of this town. My name’s Roger and this is Vivica. We belong to The Combine as I’m sure you already know.”
“Yeah, yeah, I already know all about your little paramilitary outfit. Trying to tame the
wasteland or some shit. Futile endeavor I say. It all comes down to chaos in the end. The last world war proved that.”
“Yeah, and I’ve ran into your type before. Typical petty despot who thrives off of the suffering around you. Let me guess, you were probably a petty criminal or prisoner in your old life. A loser. Someone who never could accomplish anything, until AFTER the bombs hit. And look at you; you can’t even do that right. You don’t even control this whole town. You’re still a loser.”

You smile at Roger’s poor attempt at psychology.

“Oh, is that what I was eh? Well I guess that makes us both sides of the same coin. You were probably some boring fucktard in a boring job, with a boring life. You probably watched reality shows about cops and mercs an’ shit wishing you could do that, but were too much of a sheep to go out and have adventures of your own. You just obeyed the laws and followed the rules. Now look at you. Mr. wasteland fuckin’ warrior, but even in this new world you’re still a fucking sheep. Still following the rules, the only reason you’re having adventures now is because your superiors tell you to. You’re just as much of a fucking loser as I am.”

Roger noticeably grows angry by your own psychological evaluation, but Vivica steps in to mediate.

“Look, you fuckers compare dick sizes later, we ain’t got time for it right now.”
“Ooowee! I like the mouth on this one! I’d like it more around my dick though…you interested in seeing just what my dick size exactly is honey?”
“(Sigh) I suggest you better explain why the Combine should back you for control of this shithole town and what you’d even bring to the table other than your miniscule cock you like flapping in the wind.”
“Why do I need to convince you? You’re the fuckers who want the damn town, but if you must know, I already have control of a biofuel refinery. I’d say that puts me as a pretty good favorite right there.”
“Eh, not really. One would wonder why someone who has such an advantage doesn’t already HAVE control of the entire town. It seems like only someone who is really stupid or too incompetent to lead his side to ultimate victory would be the only logical explanation.”
“Oh it’s just that simple to you huh? For your information I don’t exactly HAVE the same amount of people as the other warlords. I have enough to defend my territory and that’s about it and sure I can refuel all my vehicles easy enough, but so fuckin’ what? You think that means shit in close urban combat? Some sniper can just blast a driver riding down the street. Don’t mean shit. However! My refinery can be used to help fuel YOUR vehicles in your war with…what those cyborgs right? I mean you guys are fighting in the open battlefield where you can maneuver and drive around. You can also transport supplies quicker. And I know why you also want control of this place. You want conscripts. Well, you’ll get no protests from me; take anyone you want, except my workers at the refinery and myself of course.”

Vivica and Roger look at each other and discuss in quiet about what you’ve told them, Vivica speaks up again.

“And you would be willing to join the Combine and supply us with whatever we need?”
“Sure, like I said, take anyone you want except me or the people needed to run the refinery, of course I hope this isn’t a one way street, I mean I want something too…”
“Yes, of course we will transport food and water supplies if you need…”
“What? No not that shit. Fuck, I got my own private stash of food and water. And the rest of the shitheads in this town can fend for themselves. Nah, what I want is right here in front of me…” you say beginning to leer at Vivica. Now she begins to feel very uncomfortable. Good. You like that.

“Hold on we have to talk this over…” Roger says.
“WHAT?!” Vivica shouts.
“Sure, sure, you do that. Just remember, this is my offer and I might say it’s a very generous one, I doubt you’ll get a better one. The rest of these warlords are greedy bastards, they’ll want weapons, and a bunch of other shit. All I’m asking for is for some time with a woman and your help with getting rid of the other warlords of course. After I gain control of the entire town, you’ll be able to take whatever you want with no resistance. You want fuel? You got it. You want cannon fodder? You got that too. Decline my offer and well…let’s just say I’ll make sure I do a lot of damage before you fine Combine folks bring me down. I’ll leave you to it to decide.”

Vivica and Roger leave your office and you can hear arguing outside. Obviously Vivica is NOT real keen on this compromise and she’s even less keen when it’s decided she needs to “take one for the team”.

You fucking love this shit. How far people are willing to degrade themselves for the “greater good”. What a fucking joke.

Later that night, you and Vivica are ready to finalize the “deal”, though she’s still trying to maintain some semblance of dignity.

“Don’t think you’re gonna be pulling some kinda sick shit with me or hitting me either, because if that happens, I won’t give a fuck about the deal, the Combine, or even if I live, but regardless of what happens, you’ll be singing soprano, and pissing like a bitch for the rest of your life.”

A threat without fear of consequence. Somehow you can respect that. Hell you think you might even be in love.

“Okay, calm down sweetheart, none of that’s gonna happen. Now let’s start off by getting that pretty mouth of yours in action like I mentioned earlier today…”

Afterwards, Vivica grabs her clothes and leaves immediately. You’re a little disappointed, since you almost got the impression she enjoyed herself…oh well, back to business.

With the Combine’s help, wiping out the other warlords is a snap. Indeed you could’ve done it yourself long ago if you’d had disciplined people and more of them. Of course none of that matters now, you’re officially head of the town, though the Combine leave a few troops behind as a reminder that Cinderville is now part of it. They don’t do too much though, and mostly leave you to your own devices. You’re giving them free fuel, free conscripts, and even letting them use most of your remaining vehicles, and barely asking for anything in return, why shouldn’t they let you do what you want? They’re doing what they want. Besides they’re busy at war with a bunch of cyborgs and you’re so far away. They won’t be interfering anytime soon.

Five years pass…

Ten years have passed since the bombs dropped and civilization seems to be reforming…unfortunately.

The Combine won the war with the Cybernetic Evolution a couple years ago and have had time to focus on their current holdings a lot more. This means they’re focusing more on Cinderville, which you don’t like. In fact more and more of a Combine influence is being felt. They’re starting to supply the town regardless of what you said before. No longer are the people living in poverty and near starvation. By God, they’re even trying to REBUILD parts of it! You don’t like this.

You protest their meddling, but they don’t pay any attention to you, Cinderville IS under Combine control after all. You’re just there for looks and in fact you’re not looking too good to them anymore. It seems the Combine wants to put one of their own in power here to run things. They don’t need to compromise their ideology anymore now that the war’s over. They don’t need to associate with scum like you anymore now.

Things are truly coming to an end…
> You try to acclimate yourself
You “resign” your position and leave Cinderville. Not knowing where to go, you go back to your second home outside Cinderville. You try to live a quiet isolated life like before, but you can’t do it now, your urge to control, to kill, and create anarchy is too strong now.

You can’t go back, so you try to go back to your past activities by visiting Cinderville every now and then to commit a few murders in the night, however being under direct Combine control now, things like that are investigated a little more now, especially when the body count starts piling up.

It’s during one of your nightly visits, that you’re captured and delivered quick and efficient justice by Combine troops.


If you have any motivation to keep your position, you’ll have to ally with the Combine, for now at least. You decide to at least hear what they have to say. Two envoys come to speak to you; one of them is some rough looking man that probably thinks he’s some sort of hard ass. The other is a woman, she looks like she’s probably seen battle, but you’re more interested in her seeing your dick up close and personal if that’s possible.

“So, I hear you’re one of the Warlords of this town. My name’s Roger and this is Vivica. We belong to The Combine as I’m sure you already know.”
“Yeah, yeah, I already know all about your little paramilitary outfit. Trying to tame the
wasteland or some shit. Futile endeavor I say. It all comes down to chaos in the end. The last world war proved that.”
“Yeah, and I’ve ran into your type before. Typical petty despot who thrives off of the suffering around you. Let me guess, you were probably a petty criminal or prisoner in your old life. A loser. Someone who never could accomplish anything, until AFTER the bombs hit. And look at you; you can’t even do that right. You don’t even control this whole town. You’re still a loser.”

You smile at Roger’s poor attempt at psychology.

“Oh, is that what I was eh? Well I guess that makes us both sides of the same coin. You were probably some boring fucktard in a boring job, with a boring life. You probably watched reality shows about cops and mercs an’ shit wishing you could do that, but were too much of a sheep to go out and have adventures of your own. You just obeyed the laws and followed the rules. Now look at you. Mr. wasteland fuckin’ warrior, but even in this new world you’re still a fucking sheep. Still following the rules, the only reason you’re having adventures now is because your superiors tell you to. You’re just as much of a fucking loser as I am.”

Roger noticeably grows angry by your own psychological evaluation, but Vivica steps in to mediate.

“Look, you fuckers compare dick sizes later, we ain’t got time for it right now.”
“Ooowee! I like the mouth on this one! I’d like it more around my dick though…you interested in seeing just what my dick size exactly is honey?”
“(Sigh) I suggest you better explain why the Combine should back you for control of this shithole town and what you’d even bring to the table other than your miniscule cock you like flapping in the wind.”
“Why do I need to convince you? You’re the fuckers who want the damn town, but if you must know, I already have control of a biofuel refinery. I’d say that puts me as a pretty good favorite right there.”
“Eh, not really. One would wonder why someone who has such an advantage doesn’t already HAVE control of the entire town. It seems like only someone who is really stupid or too incompetent to lead his side to ultimate victory would be the only logical explanation.”
“Oh it’s just that simple to you huh? For your information I don’t exactly HAVE the same amount of people as the other warlords. I have enough to defend my territory and that’s about it and sure I can refuel all my vehicles easy enough, but so fuckin’ what? You think that means shit in close urban combat? Some sniper can just blast a driver riding down the street. Don’t mean shit. However! My refinery can be used to help fuel YOUR vehicles in your war with…what those cyborgs right? I mean you guys are fighting in the open battlefield where you can maneuver and drive around. You can also transport supplies quicker. And I know why you also want control of this place. You want conscripts. Well, you’ll get no protests from me; take anyone you want, except my workers at the refinery and myself of course.”

Vivica and Roger look at each other and discuss in quiet about what you’ve told them, Vivica speaks up again.

“And you would be willing to join the Combine and supply us with whatever we need?”
“Sure, like I said, take anyone you want except me or the people needed to run the refinery, of course I hope this isn’t a one way street, I mean I want something too…”
“Yes, of course we will transport food and water supplies if you need…”
“What? No not that shit. Fuck, I got my own private stash of food and water. And the rest of the shitheads in this town can fend for themselves. Nah, what I want is right here in front of me…” you say beginning to leer at Vivica. Now she begins to feel very uncomfortable. Good. You like that.

“Hold on we have to talk this over…” Roger says.
“WHAT?!” Vivica shouts.
“Sure, sure, you do that. Just remember, this is my offer and I might say it’s a very generous one, I doubt you’ll get a better one. The rest of these warlords are greedy bastards, they’ll want weapons, and a bunch of other shit. All I’m asking for is for some time with a woman and your help with getting rid of the other warlords of course. After I gain control of the entire town, you’ll be able to take whatever you want with no resistance. You want fuel? You got it. You want cannon fodder? You got that too. Decline my offer and well…let’s just say I’ll make sure I do a lot of damage before you fine Combine folks bring me down. I’ll leave you to it to decide.”

Vivica and Roger leave your office and you can hear arguing outside. Obviously Vivica is NOT real keen on this compromise and she’s even less keen when it’s decided she needs to “take one for the team”.

You fucking love this shit. How far people are willing to degrade themselves for the “greater good”. What a fucking joke.

Later that night, you and Vivica are ready to finalize the “deal”, though she’s still trying to maintain some semblance of dignity.

“Don’t think you’re gonna be pulling some kinda sick shit with me or hitting me either, because if that happens, I won’t give a fuck about the deal, the Combine, or even if I live, but regardless of what happens, you’ll be singing soprano, and pissing like a bitch for the rest of your life.”

A threat without fear of consequence. Somehow you can respect that. Hell you think you might even be in love.

“Okay, calm down sweetheart, none of that’s gonna happen. Now let’s start off by getting that pretty mouth of yours in action like I mentioned earlier today…”

Afterwards, Vivica grabs her clothes and leaves immediately. You’re a little disappointed, since you almost got the impression she enjoyed herself…oh well, back to business.

With the Combine’s help, wiping out the other warlords is a snap. Indeed you could’ve done it yourself long ago if you’d had disciplined people and more of them. Of course none of that matters now, you’re officially head of the town, though the Combine leave a few troops behind as a reminder that Cinderville is now part of it. They don’t do too much though, and mostly leave you to your own devices. You’re giving them free fuel, free conscripts, and even letting them use most of your remaining vehicles, and barely asking for anything in return, why shouldn’t they let you do what you want? They’re doing what they want. Besides they’re busy at war with a bunch of cyborgs and you’re so far away. They won’t be interfering anytime soon.

Five years pass…

Ten years have passed since the bombs dropped and civilization seems to be reforming…unfortunately.

The Combine won the war with the Cybernetic Evolution a couple years ago and have had time to focus on their current holdings a lot more. This means they’re focusing more on Cinderville, which you don’t like. In fact more and more of a Combine influence is being felt. They’re starting to supply the town regardless of what you said before. No longer are the people living in poverty and near starvation. By God, they’re even trying to REBUILD parts of it! You don’t like this.

You protest their meddling, but they don’t pay any attention to you, Cinderville IS under Combine control after all. You’re just there for looks and in fact you’re not looking too good to them anymore. It seems the Combine wants to put one of their own in power here to run things. They don’t need to compromise their ideology anymore now that the war’s over. They don’t need to associate with scum like you anymore now.

Things are truly coming to an end…
> You leave this lousy civilization
You can’t really say you didn’t see this coming entirely, The Combine may try hide beneath the guise of being some organization out to rebuild civilization, but at the core it’s just another dictatorship in development. You’ve seen the hypocrisy first hand of how they deal with those like you when it suits their purpose, and then dispose of them, when it doesn’t.

However, none of this really matters, the fact remains you can’t stay here at least not in the way you’d want to anyway. You “resign” your position and return back to your second home outside Cinderville where you gather some supplies for your travels and get in your van (which has long been upgraded to function on a more reliable basis now) and decide to live life as a wandering bandit, but not without first sabotaging the biofuel refinery in Cinderville. A sabotage that results in the  refinery not only blowing up and killing folks, but also spraying shit all over most of the town.

“HA HA! HAVE A NICE LIFE SHITHEADS!” you’re heard saying before driving off.

Months go by and you eventually become enemy number one by The Combine for your criminal activity of destroying caravans, murdering citizens, and creating mayhem whenever you can. Sometimes you work alone, sometimes you manage to form a gang for raids, but in all cases your goal is to cause as much misery as you’re able. You’re determined to prove that the concept of order is doomed to failure as it always has.

Eventually along with Combine soldiers, freelance bounty hunters are set upon you. You remain free however, always one step ahead…

One day driving along an old unused road, you see a strange man standing along side it. He doesn’t look quite human, you’ve heard stories of mutants, (and certainly seen mutated animals) but you’ve also heard most of them stay in the City where they were created by the radioactivity there. Of course there’s always a few that wander away. Looks like this one has, in fact he looks like he has with a purpose, he pulls a gun on you as your van barrels down the road, in his other hand is a piece of paper, probably a wanted poster of you. It looks like this mutie is being dramatic, but you don’t know… there’s something really creepy about him. He looks like death personified with the way he’s just waiting for you.
> You run him down
You swerve your van in the mutant bounty hunter’s direction, but he dodges out of the way so quick that you almost don’t see him move.

As he dodges, you hear your tires blow out (Which is weird since you didn’t hear any shots) before you to crash into some nearby rocks. You fly out the windshield and smash your head open into those same rocks, amazingly you aren’t immediately killed and you manage to crawl off your hood and onto the ground.

Unfortunately a strange mutant worm like creature was making its home in the rocks and after you disturbed it, it came outside to investigate. You’re in no condition to escape.

Unlike most, you became food for the worms while you were still alive.


You can’t really say you didn’t see this coming entirely, The Combine may try hide beneath the guise of being some organization out to rebuild civilization, but at the core it’s just another dictatorship in development. You’ve seen the hypocrisy first hand of how they deal with those like you when it suits their purpose, and then dispose of them, when it doesn’t.

However, none of this really matters, the fact remains you can’t stay here at least not in the way you’d want to anyway. You “resign” your position and return back to your second home outside Cinderville where you gather some supplies for your travels and get in your van (which has long been upgraded to function on a more reliable basis now) and decide to live life as a wandering bandit, but not without first sabotaging the biofuel refinery in Cinderville. A sabotage that results in the  refinery not only blowing up and killing folks, but also spraying shit all over most of the town.

“HA HA! HAVE A NICE LIFE SHITHEADS!” you’re heard saying before driving off.

Months go by and you eventually become enemy number one by The Combine for your criminal activity of destroying caravans, murdering citizens, and creating mayhem whenever you can. Sometimes you work alone, sometimes you manage to form a gang for raids, but in all cases your goal is to cause as much misery as you’re able. You’re determined to prove that the concept of order is doomed to failure as it always has.

Eventually along with Combine soldiers, freelance bounty hunters are set upon you. You remain free however, always one step ahead…

One day driving along an old unused road, you see a strange man standing along side it. He doesn’t look quite human, you’ve heard stories of mutants, (and certainly seen mutated animals) but you’ve also heard most of them stay in the City where they were created by the radioactivity there. Of course there’s always a few that wander away. Looks like this one has, in fact he looks like he has with a purpose, he pulls a gun on you as your van barrels down the road, in his other hand is a piece of paper, probably a wanted poster of you. It looks like this mutie is being dramatic, but you don’t know… there’s something really creepy about him. He looks like death personified with the way he’s just waiting for you.
> You duck down and speed past him
You figure he’s probably expecting that, so you speed up and duck your head down. You hear the sound of two of your tires blowing out, which is strange because you didn’t hear any shots. You just barely avoid crashing into some nearby rocks; however you do flip your van on its side.

Cursing your situation, you quickly recover, grab what supplies you can and crawl out the side window. You briefly turn your head to see how far the mutant bounty hunter is, but he’s completely disappeared. You have no idea where he’s gone. Just then a different gunshot is heard and coming from another direction down the road.

“Hey get that bastard, we gotta collect that bounty!” an armored man says to another.

“What the fuck? Did they hire the whole state to bring me down?” you say to yourself hauling ass out of the area, with more bullets whizzing your way.

Eventually you manage to lose all of them. You find a nearby abandoned gas station to rest in and reflect on things. That was a very close call. Its obvious The Combine is REALLY out for your blood, they got bounty hunters scouring the wasteland for you, and you’ve noticed your encounters have only increased recently.

This is going to be your life now. You’re going to be hunted until the day you die which will be soon, if you aren’t careful. You can kill all the Combine troops, hunters and mercs you want, they’ll still send people after you.

The only thing you can do is leave the area altogether or find some place to hide for awhile.
> You hide
You have to lay low somewhere for a few months, maybe even a year! However, you doubt if going to a town is going to be suitable. Your reputation at this point is pretty infamous, not to mention The Combine has a nasty habit of incorporating towns into their organization, if they aren’t affiliated already. Even an “Outlaw” town wouldn’t be suitable, you’d just have to watch your back even more, and bounty hunters aren’t adverse to entering those either.

You don’t know where to go, so you just start walking, it’s during this time when you find something that just might help you.

Its something you haven’t though about in years…those old late night commercials you used to see before the bombs dropped. Ground Zero Survival. The corporation that was trying to sell their shelters to people. You remember when you were hiding in your basement after the attack, you thought about how much you should’ve bought a bomb shelter.

Indeed, you wonder what things would’ve been like if you had…

Well you’ve found one, sitting right here in the middle of nowhere. You go inside.

You enter the shelter entrance and see a single elevator door across from you and an ATM like machine nearby. Upon looking at the ATM machine thing, the display reads “ERROR”.

You press a few buttons and hit the machine a couple times, just to see what happens, to your surprise the elevator door opens up.

“HELLO JOHNATHAN! YOUR IDENTIFICATION HAS BEEN CONFIRMED AND YOUR CARD HAS BEEN APPROVED! WE AT GZS HOPE YOU AND YOUR FAMILY HAVE A PLESANT STAY DURING THE APOCALYPSE!”

Huh, that’s weird. You shrug your shoulders and guess the computer thinks you’re someone else. You briefly wonder what happened to the family that was supposed to use this shelter though.

You enter the elevator which goes down. You can’t help but notice there aren’t any call buttons on the thing, when you exit you also notice there aren’t any call buttons on the outside either.

When it closes behind, you suddenly get the sinking feeling you’re trapped down here and you’re pretty much right.

“What the hell kind of idiotic design is this shit? GZS must’ve been run by a bunch of fucktards!”

Before you worry about it, you explore the Shelter a bit more and this really isn’t so bad. You’re really well stocked here. Food, water, entertainment, comfortable living conditions. Actually it’s like a much bigger and better version of your old home outside of Cinderville.

You decide if you have to be a prisoner here, this isn’t really a bad way to spend it. You settle in and make yourself comfortable.

Ten years pass…

Twenty years have passed and even you’re amazed you survived this long given all the things you did. Of course hiding down here probably helped.

In fact you’ve been reflecting on your past life lately. Or more accurately re-examining it. It’s weird since it was isolation that sort of set you on the dark path you chose, yet now, your isolation is creating a sense of regret and sorrow in you.

And its not the isolation itself, it’s just the fact you’ve had more time to think about all the terrible things you’ve done in the past and much of it is extremely appalling. Unforgivable really.

You’ve lied.
You’ve stole.
You’ve tortured.
You’ve betrayed.
You’ve used people as slave labor.
You’ve murdered countless people.
You’ve killed children.
You’ve raped women.
You’ve orchestrated chaos.
You’ve committed numerous atrocities and you did it mostly all for your own pleasure.

And oddly you’ve gotten away with all of it for the most part.

Why did you do any of it? You don’t even know why anymore, you’re just sorry that you did. You’ve begun to have nightmares about some of the things you’ve done. All the faces of your victims.

It’s like it’s all starting to finally catch up with you…in more ways than one.

You wake up in a cold sweat from one of your nightmares one day, except this time you see something at the foot of your bed. Something familiar, but strangely appropriate.

“Y’know, everyone else stopped looking for you after you disappeared, but I knew if I continued my search, I’d find you eventually.”

It’s that mutant bounty hunter you saw ten years ago. At this range he really does look like death personified. In fact, you don’t think he’s a mutant at all. For the first time in your life, you feel fear, but there’s something very surreal about all of this.

“You can’t be here! The elevator doesn’t work! I would’ve heard you coming down!” you say in disbelief.
“Well you were asleep, but it’s amazing what you can block out of your mind, I think you know all about that don’t you?”
“…how did you find me?”
“You can’t hide from the past. Of course I think you know all about that too, right?”
“I’m hallucinating! I’m seeing things that aren’t there. I’m sick!”
“That’s probably the understatement of the decade. But you haven’t been well in twenty years and that’s why I’m here now. I can make it all go away. Tried to do it ten years ago, but you weren’t ready yet I guess.”

It suddenly occurs to you. This…being isn’t here to punish you at all; he’s here to release you. And it’s finally welcome.

“Will you really make it all go away?” you ask with a quiver in your voice.
“Of course, like I said that’s why I’m here.”
“Oh good, thank you!” you begin to sob.

The pale being readies his weapon, but before he releases you, you still have some questions.

“Wait, before you do it. Do you know why I did it?”
“Because you could.”
“That’s it?”
“That’s it. All those other reasons you might’ve toyed with in the past were merely philosophical smoke screens to mask the truth from your mind. You did what you did, because you could. There is no deeper reason. The people who started World War three did it, because they could. None of it makes any sense, and any attempt to make sense of it, is meaningless. Your time here was meaningless. Whether you killed a bunch of people or you had saved a bunch of people, it wouldn’t have mattered. Life and world would’ve gone on regardless. You weren’t special, you never were. And you know it, deep down inside you know it.”

For the first time you finally see everything so clearly.

“Yes…you’re right. I see that now.”
“Of course I’m right…so now are you ready?”
“Yes.”

You sit up in your bed and close your eyes. You hear the sound of a pistol being cocked and feel a steel barrel against your temple.

You breathe hard in anticipation.

Then you hear a shot.


You figure he’s probably expecting that, so you speed up and duck your head down. You hear the sound of two of your tires blowing out, which is strange because you didn’t hear any shots. You just barely avoid crashing into some nearby rocks; however you do flip your van on its side.

Cursing your situation, you quickly recover, grab what supplies you can and crawl out the side window. You briefly turn your head to see how far the mutant bounty hunter is, but he’s completely disappeared. You have no idea where he’s gone. Just then a different gunshot is heard and coming from another direction down the road.

“Hey get that bastard, we gotta collect that bounty!” an armored man says to another.

“What the fuck? Did they hire the whole state to bring me down?” you say to yourself hauling ass out of the area, with more bullets whizzing your way.

Eventually you manage to lose all of them. You find a nearby abandoned gas station to rest in and reflect on things. That was a very close call. Its obvious The Combine is REALLY out for your blood, they got bounty hunters scouring the wasteland for you, and you’ve noticed your encounters have only increased recently.

This is going to be your life now. You’re going to be hunted until the day you die which will be soon, if you aren’t careful. You can kill all the Combine troops, hunters and mercs you want, they’ll still send people after you.

The only thing you can do is leave the area altogether or find some place to hide for awhile.
> You leave
Hiding won’t do any good, you have to get out the area altogether. Hopefully your infamous reputation hasn’t spread THAT far yet.

Of course there’s the fact you have to get out of the area first. You make haste immediately.

Over the course of a mere week, you’re hounded by attackers. You barely get out of the situations alive half of the time. You’re exhausted and can’t even afford to sleep for very long.

Eventually within the month your days soon come to an end, when a bounty hunter snipes you from a vehicle with a high powered rifle, striking you in the back. You don’t die right away though, but you’re in no condition to do anything as you collapse to the ground. The vehicle stops nearby and another one of your assailants kicks you over before finishing you off. You can’t help but be surprised by who you see.

“Hey, now I got something for YOUR mouth!” Vivica says to you, before shooting you in the head.


The whole point of this endeavor was to take control of the town and you’re not going to let Jim get that glory. You go find him in the Mayor’s Manor still tormenting the mayor and his wife. The mayor is currently lying on the floor bloody and helpless with his legs a useless mess. His wife is naked in a fetal position in a corner just rocking to herself in a state of perpetual shock, its apparent she’s been raped over and over. Jim doesn’t have anyone else with him, not even have Dan or Ramon, he’s all by himself in a drunken stupor at the moment celebrating his new found power, unaware that you’re about to relieve him of it.

“Heeeeey! Killer! Its you! Have a drink! This fucker’s got some classy shit stashed in his cellar! (Hic!)”
“Nah, that’s okay. So I see you’ve been having fun eh?”
“Me? Oh fuck yeah! The mayor over here has got himself one fine piece of ass! Been tryin’ her out every other hour y’know what I mean? HAR HAR HAR!”
“Hmmm, yes.” You say looking over at her again, while Jim continues to pontificate.
“Shit man (Hic!) I think me, you, Dan and fuckin’ Ramon are the few straight bastards in this gang! Those fuckin’ raiders we recruited? I ain’t even seen them try to get any of the pussy in this town. They must’ve been in the wasteland too damn long or somethin’, I think they forgot what a god (hic!) damn bitch looks like. Been cornholin’ each other so much they went an’ fell in love! HAR HAR HAR HAR! (hic!) Ah hell I’m not judgin’. (hic!)”

While Jim wanders into the next room still talking about his gang’s sexual preference, you go over to the mayor who’s been baring his mental and physical pain in silence the whole time. When you crouch near him and pull your pistol out, he thinks this is it, but you have something “special” in mind. You see that his hands are still in good shape so you keep your voice down and look him in the eyes.

“You’re gonna die. Nothing can stop this. Resign yourself to this fact. Life sucks and that’s all there is to it.” you say unloading your pistol, but keeping one bullet in the chamber.

“…however, you can still get vengeance. I thought you might like to know that I’m the one who planned this attack. I’m the one who orchestrated this town’s destruction. A town you no longer have any control over and has had many of its citizens viciously killed thanks to my actions… the fat piece of drunken shit in the next room has personally beaten you and violated your wife, repeatedly. Over and over. In front of you. His fat smelly flesh all over her while he enjoyed it the whole time. Probably shoved his cock in all three holes too huh?”

He looks at you with a mixture of fear, hate, and sorrow, while tears fill his eyes. You place the gun in his hand.

“…well anyway, there’s one bullet in the gun. Remember, you got one shot, one chance for vengeance, make your choice. Better hide that, here comes Jim.”

Jim comes stumbling back in room, while the mayor holds the gun close to himself in a bad attempt to hide it. The stand back waiting to see what happens next.

“…I mean hell I’ve fucked a few prags when I (hic!) was in prison, but…hey…what have you got there?” Jim asks seeing the mayor holding something, but not able to make it out clearly due to his inebriated state.

Jim gets closer, closer, and then mayor draws on him. He sobers up just long enough to realize he’s got a bullet between his eyes.

“…what the fuuuuuuuuck…” Jim says before falling face first on the floor.

“Wow, that was pretty intense, I mean my own life was on the line there! Whew! But I figured you’d kill Jim, too bad it wasn’t the right choice on your part.” You say punching the mayor in the face and take your pistol back, loading it again.

“Stupid bastard, didn’t it occur to you that I’d do the same thing to your wife?”
“No…don’t…” he says looking up at you with blood coming from his mouth, as your own curls cruelly upward.
“Just kidding, I wouldn’t stick my dick anywhere near Jim has been. Looks like you made the right choice after all!”

You put the mayor out of his misery and shoot him in the face. You then approach the mayor’s wife who’s still been rocking to herself this whole time. You look at her a little closer.

“Hmm, you must’ve been very beautiful before this all happened.” You remark, caressing her damaged face, before ending her life as well.

Having had your fun, you go and announce you’re the leader now. Unfortunately you don’t quite have the charisma or imposing physique Jim had, so not everyone is willing to follow. (Ramon and Dan are among the first ones you kill for disobeying you) What ultimately happens is the town becomes a factional warzone where nobody is really in control and the poor Cinderville townsfolk are caught in the middle. Eventually things stabilize and a few of the “heavy weights” carve out their own territories and there’s an unstable peace in the town. Fights still break out, but there’s never an imbalance of power or advantage for long. (Though, maintaining a hold on the biofuel refinery gives you a little bit of an advantage…)

Four years pass…

Five years have passed since the bombs dropped and you couldn’t be happier. You’ve accomplished more than you ever did in the old world. World War Three was the best thing that ever happened to you. You’ve been running your own slice of heaven in this hellish world and had the freedom to live out your true nature, which you’ve done for the past five years.

And now that freedom could be coming to an end.

Recently through rumors and wandering travelers who have the misfortune of finding Cinderville, you’ve found out that there’s a growing organization trying to “tame” the wasteland. They call themselves The Combine. Apparently they’re at war with another organization called the Cybernetic Collective and the Combine’s been aggressively taking towns and conscripting the citizens to fight in their war. And now they’ve come to Cinderville.

They arrive in well taken care of vehicles, with better training, better discipline and better weapons. They begin talking to everybody they can. They aren’t going to take the entire town by force, no what they intend to do is to back one of the stronger factions to wipe out the rest, and then absorb their puppet into the Combine to have control over the entire town. You’re not fooled.

The question just remains is; are you going to ally with them first, or fight this threat to your freedom?
> You resist them
You’re not going to be some fucking puppet, if you’re ever going to control this whole town, you’ll do it yourself, in fact you display your feelings about the Combine immediately when their little envoy unit enters your part of the town by telling your followers to shoot them on sight.

Of course killing a few of their number doesn’t endear you to them, not that it was supposed to, but unfortunately one of the other town warlords decides to take advantage of the Combine visit and isn’t quite as proud as you are.

An all out battle for the town occurs again, and you’re not on the winning side as the warlord who sold out to the Combine gains more ground. You vow to do as much damage as you can though, namely by burning down most of your side of the town, killing every non-combatant living under your control there, as well as destroying the biofuel refinery and ultimately fleeing Cinderville. It all comes to a final end though when you make your last stand against Combine soldiers in your old home where you killed your first victims five years ago.

After all the trouble you gave them back at Cinderville, the Combine soldiers don’t even attempt a long drawn out shoot out with you. They just start bombarding the place with rockets and grenades.

The entire place is razed to the ground with you in it.


While you probably could kill this fat fucker, but for now you have to have all the help you can get and no disunity to pull this plan off, so you’ll back down for now…

“Hey, I never said I was the leader, I know you are Jim.”
“Good. Glad we understand each other.”
“So go ahead and tell us what YOU think is the best course of action for this plan.”
“Um…well…your strategy sounded pretty good.” Jim says predictably

Just as you thought, you’re STILL in control, just had to give the fool the appearance that he’s still in control.

After taking some supplies you think you’ll need and re-trapping your home, you all set off to leave. (You take your van)

In about a day, you arrive around in the area that Dan was talking about, in fact you don’t need to look for the raiders; they instantly approach you when they see you coming. It would appear some of them have a few vehicles as well. Jim signals for everyone to halt and he gets off his bike. Ramon and Dan halt near Jim, but don’t get off their bikes. You in the meantime grab your hunting rifle and hang in the back a bit, you just hope Jim can pull this shit off, especially since you’re greatly outnumbered.

Soon the raiders arrive and stop their own vehicles. The leader steps out of his beat up car, and steps forward. He looks mean enough, like he’s been living in the wasteland from day one.

“So, you got any last words, before we fuck you and eat you?” he asks Jim.
“Yeah, I heard you’re the pussy ass bitch, who can’t even handle a few pigs and some fuckin’ vigilantes in Cinderville.” Jim replies.

The raider leader’s expression gets even meaner looking if such a thing is possible.

“Oh? And I suppose YOU can do a better job you fat tub of shit?” he sneers.
“Sure the fuck can asshole, all I need is more men. In fact I’d say yours would do just fine, so I’d say you’d better just step aside and see a pro in action.”
“Don’t think so, besides I’ve already seen a fag get his mouth gang fucked by a bunch of guys.”

You sure hope Jim is a better fighter, because he’s losing in the battle of snappy comebacks right now. In fact he can’t come up with a response, so he just slugs the raider leader instead. You fully expect the shooting to start, but instead the raider leader laughs, pulls out the biggest blade you’ve ever seen and screams “THIS ONE IS MINE!”

During the fight, you scan all your potential greatest threats and the quickest order to pick them off, in case this all goes south. You’re so busy doing that, that you’re not really paying attention to the actual fight, which Jim as it turns out, is winning.

After tussling on the ground, slamming into nearby vehicles, punching, kicking and all the rest, Jim finally puts an end to his opponent by shoving his own knife through his throat. Everyone goes silent, and Jim stands up wiping the blood off of himself.

“Alright! Now listen the fuck up! Your previous leader was a lame ass who couldn’t get the job done, and that changes right now! We’re gonna get fuckin’ organized and take that goddamn little town! Might makes fuckin’ right! Are ya with me, or are ya gonna go running off like a limp wristed sissy?”

Well, it’s a good thing you didn’t kill Jim, because these raiders seem to really identify with him and they unanimously accept him as their new leader. You doubt if you would’ve had that success. You’ve never been a people person, regardless of who those people might’ve been, however you are an idea person, and now you move on to your next phase.

After Jim finally gets all the new people to listen, you begin to explain your plan, the problem before is they kept stupidly attacking from one direction, rather than doing the classic “pincer” maneuver and attacking from multiple sides. Using Dan’s information, you specifically pick out areas where the most damage can initially be done with the least amount of risk. You point out the spot where there’s still an old school being used to teach the children. Take control of that with the kids inside and you’ve severely reduced most of the townspeople’s willingness to fight, which will curb the neighborhood “Charles Bronsons” from helping the police force. In fact you decide to take that job since you want Jim to lead the raiders in the main direct assault force with the cops. Dan and Ramon will be traveling with their own smaller force to attack other parts of the town, spreading out the cops’ usually organized force. It’s also hoped that the more disreputable elements that Dan mentioned living in the town, will join in the mayhem on your side, or at least against their side.

The raider vehicles themselves are not in the best condition, and most of them are running low on gas, but they’ll do for now. You figure if all goes well, the still fuel that you created back at your home, as well as the farming area in the town with the pig and cow shit biofuel can solve those problems later. In fact you specifically mention that NO damage should happen to that area in this attack, though you don’t expect them to follow that order.

You don’t want to wait long to attack with this bunch, since they have the attention span of a gnat of crack. You have to attack soon when they’re all hyped up. You suggest that to Jim, who agrees since he’s anxious to get to this dastardly business anyway. In a couple days you’re attacking the town as planned. You start on your end first, making a beeline to the school, before the main attack force arrives.

A few of the raiders are in your van itching to start creating some havoc. You stop outside of the school and run inside with your current trigger happy cohorts. A couple of them kill a few kids and you have to remind them you’re SUPPOSED to be holding them hostage right now! If the townsfolk don’t comply THEN you can start capping the little bastards. You tell them to go and kill the teachers if they want.

In the mean time you take the opportunity to shout from the window to the crowd gathering outside. You tell them that if any of them start trying to defend the town or help the cops, then their kids are going to be killed. To show you’re really serious though, you tell one of the raiders to toss a kid out the window. A collective cry goes up from the crowd when the body hits the pavement and their pathetic begging is pleasing to your ears.

You get a few people shooting at you anyway (Obviously not parents) but having a good vantage point and a hunting rifle, you start sniping the idiots who have decided to ignore your threats. A few more kids thrown out the window causes ALL the shooting to stop.

You can hear the sounds of battle from your position; no cops have arrived so you’re guessing Jim and the rest are doing their job. You’re really enjoying all this chaos you’ve created, you were just stagnating before the bombs dropped, now in this new world you’re free to embrace the darkest part of yourself that always existed, but wasn’t allowed the flourish. You love this fucking shit.

Eventually you hear a roar of a motorcycle, followed by the sound of some bottles breaking. You go to check the window and see the crowd outside running and screaming, some of them on fire from the Molotov Cocktails just thrown at them. You also see Ramon shouting up to you.

“Hey! We’re winning man! The remaining cops are barricaded in their fucking station, broke the Mayor’s legs and dragged him through the street and best of all we got some of the other local punks to join us! There’s practically no more resistance left! Its total fucking anarchy man!”

You turn around and begin smiling at the kids you’re holding hostage which somehow scares them even more. You pick up a young girl and kiss her hard on the lips and laugh at the fear in her eyes. You then throw her down and tell the raiders with you they can do whatever they want, because you’re going to indulge in some pure havoc on your own.

After a couple days and nights of indulging in this activity, Jim finally gets around to settling his new gang down (Which he’s inventively called “Jim’s Reapers”) and wondering about what to do with the town now that he has control over it. He seems to have forgotten already that it was YOU, who orchestrated this. Now that the task has been accomplished perhaps this would be the time to discuss the leadership role again.

Then again, you wonder if you even want to bother. Sure there’s the power and such, but there’s also the headache of dealing with all these morons on a regular basis and running the town. The “fun” part is over as it were.
> You go back home
You don’t want any part of this. You indulged in some chaos on a mass scale, killed a bunch of people and now you’re done. You don’t really want to bother running a town. You leave to go back to your home, a few days later Jim comes by asking you why you left, and you explain, you’re a loner by nature and just want to live in solitude for the most part. If you ever desire to go raise some hell, you’ll visit Cinderville and bust some heads or something. Jim says he gets it and says you’ll always be welcome in Cinderville, as long as you don’t get in his way running the place

You tell him that won’t be a problem, and then you quickly shove a knife in his throat. Jim gives you a surprised look for a brief second, clutches at his bloody throat, lets out a gurgled hiss and dies. You drag his body inside and chop it up to make a new totem to put outside. You half expect someone to come looking for their new fearless leader, but nobody does, presumably someone else attempted to fill the power vacuum, actually several people did. (Ramon and Dan were among the first to try and fail miserably) Cinderville descends into a chaotic place of constant strife and you go back to waylaying travelers. Though sometimes you take a trip to Cinderville when you want to be “social”, but it’s mostly to better hone your survival skills, though you also take the opportunity to sadistically murder some of the poor original inhabitants of Cinderville who’s lives have become a living hell now. It’s like you created your own personal “gym”.

Four years pass…

Five years have passed since the bombs dropped and you’ve enjoyed yourself more or less since it’s happened, you have complete independence and freedom to do whatever you want, but as always all things do come to an end.

During your trips to the Cinderville, you’ve heard  about some new organization called The Combine, attempting to “tame” the wasteland. It seems they’re in some sort of war with another organization called the Cybernetic Evolution. From what you heard, neither one seems to be a shining beacon of light in this dark world, and that sort of reassures you too. It means that civilization won’t be making a come back anytime soon, however it also means they’ve both been scouring the wasteland for recruits, neither one really asking for permission either. Eventually The Combine arrives in Cinderville. They quickly subdue the disorganized rabble there and place the town under their thumb. Indeed the original inhabitants are happy to put up with the totalitarianism of the Combine after the years of mindless chaos.

The Combine being the paramilitary organization it is, tends to do a lot of scouting and exploration, so you know its only a matter of time before they find you and chances are that they’re not going to leave you alone.
> You leave
You know when you’re out numbered and outgunned, no point in sticking around waiting for them to show up. You pack your stuff, fuel up your van and leave.

You don’t get far before your van finally breaks down on a permanent basis. It sucks, but you’ve learn enough in the past few years to survive on foot in the wilderness, which you do for a few months, until you encounter something you’ve never dealt with before.

Over the horizon you see some shiny figures approaching, they don’t look friendly so you fire upon them immediately. As they get closer, you think they’re some sort of robots, maybe cyborgs. This must be the other faction fighting the Combine.

When you realize your bullets aren’t doing enough damage, you turn to run, only to have your legs blasted by some sort of laser beam. The smell of your own burnt flesh hits your nose and the sight of your new stumps hits your eyes as the cybernetic soldiers advance on your position. You pass out from the pain.

When you wake up you’ve been fitted with brand new cybernetic implants and legs. The only things going through your mind are to kill humans and to obey someone called Alex. As it turns out you’re a very efficient killing machine, and a key cyborg resulting in the eventual destruction of The Combine. The only problem is in your new “remade” state, you are unable to enjoy any of it.

You exist only to follow orders and follow them mindlessly until the very end when you’re finally blown to irreparable scrap and bones during a Combine retreat.


You don’t want any part of this. You indulged in some chaos on a mass scale, killed a bunch of people and now you’re done. You don’t really want to bother running a town. You leave to go back to your home, a few days later Jim comes by asking you why you left, and you explain, you’re a loner by nature and just want to live in solitude for the most part. If you ever desire to go raise some hell, you’ll visit Cinderville and bust some heads or something. Jim says he gets it and says you’ll always be welcome in Cinderville, as long as you don’t get in his way running the place

You tell him that won’t be a problem, and then you quickly shove a knife in his throat. Jim gives you a surprised look for a brief second, clutches at his bloody throat, lets out a gurgled hiss and dies. You drag his body inside and chop it up to make a new totem to put outside. You half expect someone to come looking for their new fearless leader, but nobody does, presumably someone else attempted to fill the power vacuum, actually several people did. (Ramon and Dan were among the first to try and fail miserably) Cinderville descends into a chaotic place of constant strife and you go back to waylaying travelers. Though sometimes you take a trip to Cinderville when you want to be “social”, but it’s mostly to better hone your survival skills, though you also take the opportunity to sadistically murder some of the poor original inhabitants of Cinderville who’s lives have become a living hell now. It’s like you created your own personal “gym”.

Four years pass…

Five years have passed since the bombs dropped and you’ve enjoyed yourself more or less since it’s happened, you have complete independence and freedom to do whatever you want, but as always all things do come to an end.

During your trips to the Cinderville, you’ve heard  about some new organization called The Combine, attempting to “tame” the wasteland. It seems they’re in some sort of war with another organization called the Cybernetic Evolution. From what you heard, neither one seems to be a shining beacon of light in this dark world, and that sort of reassures you too. It means that civilization won’t be making a come back anytime soon, however it also means they’ve both been scouring the wasteland for recruits, neither one really asking for permission either. Eventually The Combine arrives in Cinderville. They quickly subdue the disorganized rabble there and place the town under their thumb. Indeed the original inhabitants are happy to put up with the totalitarianism of the Combine after the years of mindless chaos.

The Combine being the paramilitary organization it is, tends to do a lot of scouting and exploration, so you know its only a matter of time before they find you and chances are that they’re not going to leave you alone.
> You stay
You figure the Combine has better things to do than bother one person living alone. They’re at war with goddamn cyborgs for fuck’s sake and trying to “tame” the wasteland by taking over towns, you doubt if they’ll even notice you.

The problem is, the original citizens that managed to survive the hell you created in their town four years ago, tell the Combine all about you. It’s well known at this point that it was YOU who caused the attack in the first place, it’s well known you participated in numerous atrocities during the attack; it’s well known that you’d periodically stalk the streets of Cinderville at night like some demented hunter, viciously killing men, women and children.

One of the only requests that they had for The Combine, was for YOU to be killed. The Combine always being an organization to keep the masses at least happy enough for them not to rebel, agrees to their request. After all you’re a scumbag anyway that would probably still continue to harass the town, the best thing to do IS eliminate you.

They soon arrive in force outside your home.

You’re well stocked and prepared for a siege though; you figure you’ll be able to hold out long enough before it gets to costly to them and they’ll have to break off their attack, at which point you’ll make your escape.

However, they’ve also been informed just how dangerous you are, not to mention they don’t want to waste too much time with you, so after confirming you’re inside (Which they do when you kill one of them attempting to get closer to your front door) they just start bombarding the place with rockets and grenades.

The entire place is razed to the ground with you in it.


Obviously they thought they could just stroll in and take shelter here, bad mistake on
their part…

You calmly point the shotgun at the man caught in the trap and blast him before he even notices you. The little boy now really begins screaming, but the woman just becomes silent and falls into shock turning her head in your direction covered in the blood of her husband.

You don’t feel sick like you did last time; you do feel an overwhelming sense of power though.

The woman grabs her son’s hand and turns to run, but realizes two seconds later that she’s only holding on to his hand and the rest of him is lying on the ground, one arm less, from your second blast.

“WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS?!” the woman screams.
“Because I can, and there’s nobody around to stop me.” You say and briskly walk over to the woman. After a pathetic struggle you knock her out and drag her into your new home.

After all, you’re not sure when you’ll get to see another woman again…

A couple days after the incident with the family (and disposing of all three bodies) you begin keeping yourself in better shape. You start exercising regularly, and fixing up your home. You need to be prepared, in case more people ever show up. You MUST defend yourself and your home. You don’t get many, but every now and then another poor soul stumbles across your death lair. You’re merciless. Soon you begin to arrange the vehicles of your victims to form a semi “wall” around your home and place some grisly totems as “decoration”.

A year passes…

You don’t get visitors anymore, though that’s probably because of the unfriendly image you’ve projected with all the skulls you’ve stuck on the spikes outside. Part of you is glad that you aren’t being disturbed anymore, but the other part misses the killing. You begin to wonder if you shouldn’t start venturing out more, but you’d hate to leave your home.

One day you’re awakened by the roar of motorcycles. You’ve got visitors again, you ready your weapons. As you head upstairs you hear that inevitable “SNAP!” sound followed by screaming. Yet another victim to your traps, though you hear the typical sounds of distress, you also hear some laughter, taunting even, which has got you more curious than anything.

You check through a little peephole you made and see a bunch of biker types, one is lying on the ground, his leg nearly severed by the hidden bear trap. While one is trying to free him, a couple of the others are just laughing and remarking about how it looks like it really hurts.

“AAAAAARGH! AGHHH!”
“Look are you assholes going to help or not?” one of them asks.
“Hey, I told you fuckers not to go traipsing into a place that has skulls stuck on stakes. Y’all should’ve known it wasn’t exactly going to be a friendly place.”
“We need fuckin’ gas Jim, and this place has a lot of vehicles, and maybe some of them have gas. We had to go check!”
“Well yeah, but that didn’t mean just walking around unaware of your surroundings…shit that leg looks bad.”
“GET IT OFF! AAAAHHHH!”

“That leg is bad. Even if you did get it off of him, he’s probably going to lose it to infection. I wiped my own shit on it, not to mention it was developing a nice set of rust on it when I found it.  I’d say his bike riding days are over.” You say standing your doorway with your shotgun ready. The bikers look in your direction, one looks like he’s going to pull his pistol, but the one called Jim stops him. He’s obviously the leader.

“You might be right, stranger, but that still leaves you outnumbered one to three. You sure you wanna take those odds?” Jim says.
“I’ll take ‘em and I’ll enjoy it. It’s been a long time since I’ve killed a whole mess of people.”
“Oh, so you’re a REAL killer eh?”
“Better killer than you.”
“Hah! I doubt that! See me an’ the boys here have been raisin’ hell where ever we can. Come across a few towns and let’s just say we’re not real welcome there anymore. It’s a brand new world, and only the strong are gonna survive it.”
“Yeah? Well it looks like one of your flock isn’t so strong now.”
“Yeah…well you might be right about that stranger…maybe someone should put him out of his misery. Can’t very well ride with one leg, that’d be kind of silly.”

The biker trying to help speaks up.

“Oh come on Jim man! Clyde here saved all of our asses about a month ago!”
“Yeah? Well what has he done for us lately? The stranger’s right, we gotta put him down, it’s the kind thing to do really. You gonna do it, Dan?”
“No…I…mean…well…”
“Pussy. Nevermind. Ramon you gonna do it?”
“Shit yeah! Here hold on, oh fuck.” Ramon says pulling out his pistol and then dropping it on the ground. Jim just shakes his head.

“Ramon, its amazing you’ve even lasted this long with your clumsy ass. Fuck it, I’LL do it.”
> You kill Clyde yourself, along with the rest of them
Before Jim can do anything, you take the initiative and splatter Clyde all over Ramon, and Dan.

“SHIT! MY BOOTS!” Ramon yells. Dan doesn’t say anything, he just falls backwards on his ass, fumbling to get out his own pistol. Another blast near him, stops him from pursuing that line of action though. Jim has pulled out his own weapon and is now pointing it at you. You’re not worried.

“Stop talkin’ about killin’ and just fuckin’ do it.” You say calmly.
“Oh we’re gonna stop talking alright, and the killing will be continuing with YOU!”
“Still talkin’. How about we see how much of a bad ass you claim you are?”

You toss away your shotgun and step out of your home, pulling a big ass knife from a sheath attached to your waist. No don’t have any fear whatsoever.

“Holy shit Jim this motherfucker’s crazy!” Ramon shouts backing away.
“I don’t give a shit, this dickhead wants to play it this way, I’m more than willing to oblige.”

Jim tosses his pistol away and pulls out a knife as well, at which point you grab the pistol from your back. You shoot Dan in the head first, knowing that he’s currently still the biggest threat, then you quickly shoot Jim in both of his legs.

“ARRGH! FUCK! TREACHEROUS BASTARD!” Jim says holding on to his kneecaps.
“Aww, look at that, looks like you won’t be able to ride either; you know what that means…that’s right.”
“Ramon kill this fucker!” Jim yells, but Ramon’s already run off to get on his motorcycle. He manages to get it started and go a couple feet, before your bullets to his back cause him to fall off and dump the bike which skids out of control and slide noisily across the empty road. Ramon’s still alive, but he’s not going anywhere, you turn your attention back to Jim, who’s attempting to retrieve his weapon, but you prevent that from happening with a couple more shots.

Finally you go back over to Ramon’s bloody limp body. He begs for his life pitifully.

 “Please…don’t…shoot…me…”
“I’m not; I’ve wasted too many bullets on you fucktards this day; I’ll be finishing you off with my knife.”

Four more bodies. While these types at first seemed like “kindred spirits” they really weren’t. They were just more victims. You hack off their heads and put them on stakes as is your routine. You place them a little further from your home this time, as if to stretch out your “domain” a little more.

After this distraction, you go back to your usual solitary existence of talking to yourself and laughing at your own macabre jokes.

4 more years pass…

It’s been five years since you embraced your mad hermit ways. Over the years you haven’t had many visitors, at least not directly. You started getting bored and began venturing a bit further from your home, not too far though. For the most part you never really found anybody, except the odd bandit, or lone wanderer. You started torturing most of these people before killing them. Not for entirely for pleasure, but more for information, since you began to get curious about what else was going on in the world, or at least in your area, you found most of the information fascinating.

Apparently to a few towns, this area is considered a dangerous area inhabited by mutant cannibals and everyone advises all right thinking people to stay away! Nobody thinks it’s just one person killing everyone. Some how that fills you with pride.

However, you also hear about some new organization called The Combine, attempting to “tame” the wasteland. It seems they’re in some sort of war with another organization called the Cybernetic Evolution. From what you heard, neither one seems to be a shining beacon of light in this dark world, and that sort of reassures you too. It means that civilization won’t be making a come back anytime soon, you LIKE the way things are.

Of course there are drawbacks, to the strongest of the fittest ideology and that’s the fact there’s usually someone always stronger; one day you get more direct visitors again. This time you’re awakened by the sounds of a couple of vehicles and several people. You prepare you weapons and head upstairs, watching from your peephole before acting.

You see a bunch of paramilitary types; they’re armed and look a lot more prepared for combat than your past visitors.

“Whoa! Watch that trap Steve! This whole area seems to be filled with them.”
“Roger, why the hell are we here anyway? We should be fighting those fucking cyborgs. We’ve got them on the run!”
“Because Harry said the towns around this area are worried that due to their loss in man power from the current war, they’ll be defenseless from the mutant cannibals that live here.”
“Since when does Harry give a shit about the Combine citizens?”
“I dunno Leonard; he doesn’t…though I have noticed a slight change in his personality ever since he hooked up with Marina. He’s slightly less of an asshole now that he’s getting some every once in awhile. Shit, I’m glad he sent us here, I was sick of killing cyborgs. Mutants would be a nice change of pace. Probably easier to take out as well.”
“I don’t even think there’s any mutants here. I mean come on, some of you guys went to the city, and other than there and a few of them wandering around the outskirts, have you ever heard of any organized mutant presence anywhere else? It’s probably just a really vicious biker gang, look at those bikes over there.”
“Well that’s a good point Vivica, but I doubt if its simple raiders or bikers. Those types actively attack towns, not linger in one place, though I suppose it’s possible.”
“You know what I think? I think its just one crazy fucker killing people in the area. I mean look at all the vehicles here. If it was mutants OR raiders, we would’ve come across some of them by now, and besides, since when do either extensively use traps? Nah, this is some sort serial killer survivalist. He’s probably listening to us right…”

You open up the door and blast the current talkative Combine soldier with your shotgun, spraying his skull and brains all over the place.

“RUN!” Robert shouts, as all of them scatter. The one called Leonard scatters in the wrong direction though and falls into a pit trap. From his screams it sounds like the sharpened poles inside didn’t kill him immediately.

The Combine soldiers hide behind the various vehicles and fire upon your position, but you’ve already closed and locked the door at this point, staying low to the ground as bullets begin finding their way into your home.

After the barrage of bullets, things go silent for a moment You look through your peephole only to see them all throwing grenades at your home! You immediately retreat to the backroom of the store, as the grenades explode behind you giving the Combine soldiers a way in.
> You descend into your underground lair and ambush them there
You fling open the trap door and quickly climb down; you figure as soon as they attempt to come in after you, you can easily pick them off.

Unfortunately the Combine soldiers are a little too smart for that. They’ve been fighting cyborgs for so long that their usual response to a tricky situation is throw explosives at it. Which is exactly what they do.

They dump a few more grenades down the hatch, you see them and get cover just in time, but the explosion causes a weakening of the foundation and ultimately causing part of the store to collapse in on itself. Your murderous ways are finally put to an end when a wooden beam falls on your head and the rest of the debris buries your unconscious body forever.


Before Jim can do anything, you take the initiative and splatter Clyde all over Ramon, and Dan.

“SHIT! MY BOOTS!” Ramon yells. Dan doesn’t say anything, he just falls backwards on his ass, fumbling to get out his own pistol. Another blast near him, stops him from pursuing that line of action though. Jim has pulled out his own weapon and is now pointing it at you. You’re not worried.

“Stop talkin’ about killin’ and just fuckin’ do it.” You say calmly.
“Oh we’re gonna stop talking alright, and the killing will be continuing with YOU!”
“Still talkin’. How about we see how much of a bad ass you claim you are?”

You toss away your shotgun and step out of your home, pulling a big ass knife from a sheath attached to your waist. No don’t have any fear whatsoever.

“Holy shit Jim this motherfucker’s crazy!” Ramon shouts backing away.
“I don’t give a shit, this dickhead wants to play it this way, I’m more than willing to oblige.”

Jim tosses his pistol away and pulls out a knife as well, at which point you grab the pistol from your back. You shoot Dan in the head first, knowing that he’s currently still the biggest threat, then you quickly shoot Jim in both of his legs.

“ARRGH! FUCK! TREACHEROUS BASTARD!” Jim says holding on to his kneecaps.
“Aww, look at that, looks like you won’t be able to ride either; you know what that means…that’s right.”
“Ramon kill this fucker!” Jim yells, but Ramon’s already run off to get on his motorcycle. He manages to get it started and go a couple feet, before your bullets to his back cause him to fall off and dump the bike which skids out of control and slide noisily across the empty road. Ramon’s still alive, but he’s not going anywhere, you turn your attention back to Jim, who’s attempting to retrieve his weapon, but you prevent that from happening with a couple more shots.

Finally you go back over to Ramon’s bloody limp body. He begs for his life pitifully.

 “Please…don’t…shoot…me…”
“I’m not; I’ve wasted too many bullets on you fucktards this day; I’ll be finishing you off with my knife.”

Four more bodies. While these types at first seemed like “kindred spirits” they really weren’t. They were just more victims. You hack off their heads and put them on stakes as is your routine. You place them a little further from your home this time, as if to stretch out your “domain” a little more.

After this distraction, you go back to your usual solitary existence of talking to yourself and laughing at your own macabre jokes.

4 more years pass…

It’s been five years since you embraced your mad hermit ways. Over the years you haven’t had many visitors, at least not directly. You started getting bored and began venturing a bit further from your home, not too far though. For the most part you never really found anybody, except the odd bandit, or lone wanderer. You started torturing most of these people before killing them. Not for entirely for pleasure, but more for information, since you began to get curious about what else was going on in the world, or at least in your area, you found most of the information fascinating.

Apparently to a few towns, this area is considered a dangerous area inhabited by mutant cannibals and everyone advises all right thinking people to stay away! Nobody thinks it’s just one person killing everyone. Some how that fills you with pride.

However, you also hear about some new organization called The Combine, attempting to “tame” the wasteland. It seems they’re in some sort of war with another organization called the Cybernetic Evolution. From what you heard, neither one seems to be a shining beacon of light in this dark world, and that sort of reassures you too. It means that civilization won’t be making a come back anytime soon, you LIKE the way things are.

Of course there are drawbacks, to the strongest of the fittest ideology and that’s the fact there’s usually someone always stronger; one day you get more direct visitors again. This time you’re awakened by the sounds of a couple of vehicles and several people. You prepare you weapons and head upstairs, watching from your peephole before acting.

You see a bunch of paramilitary types; they’re armed and look a lot more prepared for combat than your past visitors.

“Whoa! Watch that trap Steve! This whole area seems to be filled with them.”
“Roger, why the hell are we here anyway? We should be fighting those fucking cyborgs. We’ve got them on the run!”
“Because Harry said the towns around this area are worried that due to their loss in man power from the current war, they’ll be defenseless from the mutant cannibals that live here.”
“Since when does Harry give a shit about the Combine citizens?”
“I dunno Leonard; he doesn’t…though I have noticed a slight change in his personality ever since he hooked up with Marina. He’s slightly less of an asshole now that he’s getting some every once in awhile. Shit, I’m glad he sent us here, I was sick of killing cyborgs. Mutants would be a nice change of pace. Probably easier to take out as well.”
“I don’t even think there’s any mutants here. I mean come on, some of you guys went to the city, and other than there and a few of them wandering around the outskirts, have you ever heard of any organized mutant presence anywhere else? It’s probably just a really vicious biker gang, look at those bikes over there.”
“Well that’s a good point Vivica, but I doubt if its simple raiders or bikers. Those types actively attack towns, not linger in one place, though I suppose it’s possible.”
“You know what I think? I think its just one crazy fucker killing people in the area. I mean look at all the vehicles here. If it was mutants OR raiders, we would’ve come across some of them by now, and besides, since when do either extensively use traps? Nah, this is some sort serial killer survivalist. He’s probably listening to us right…”

You open up the door and blast the current talkative Combine soldier with your shotgun, spraying his skull and brains all over the place.

“RUN!” Robert shouts, as all of them scatter. The one called Leonard scatters in the wrong direction though and falls into a pit trap. From his screams it sounds like the sharpened poles inside didn’t kill him immediately.

The Combine soldiers hide behind the various vehicles and fire upon your position, but you’ve already closed and locked the door at this point, staying low to the ground as bullets begin finding their way into your home.

After the barrage of bullets, things go silent for a moment You look through your peephole only to see them all throwing grenades at your home! You immediately retreat to the backroom of the store, as the grenades explode behind you giving the Combine soldiers a way in.
> You fight them off right here
Since these fuckers like throwing grenades, going underground would be unwise. You begin hollering in pain like the initial blast injured you.

“Arrrrgh! My arm! Shit! My leg! No!” you shout as loud as you can.

“Get that bastard who killed Reggie! I’m goin’ in to finish him off!”
“Hold on get back here! Damn it Steve!”

Steve runs in the store looking around for you through the smoke left from the explosions. He finds you just in time for you blast him in the crotch, you barely have time to take cover yourself, when the rest of the Combine soldiers come blazing away behind him. They toss more grenades into the back room where you’re hiding, instinctively you throw one of them back and then jump down the trap door hatch as you narrowly avoid yet another explosion, you also hear a few more yelps of pain, sounds like an explosion got some of them as well.

You still don’t feel comfortable being underground like this though, in fact the couple explosions from above, result in some creaking and debris falling. You don’t want to be here in case this thing starts collapsing on you. You climb back up and the whole store is smoky now, well what’s left of it, half of the front is a gaping hole now exposed to the elements.

You hear a groaning Combine soldier, and pull your pistol to finish him off. This noise draws attention however.

“THERE! SHOOT THE BASTARD!”

A Combine soldier snipes you from afar with a powerful rifle when he catches your movement, still it’s smoky so he doesn’t get a clear head shot, and only catches you in the shoulder, however you’ve got really big hole in your arm now. You collapse to the floor and drop your pistol.

“I got him! Vivica! Albert! Go in!” Roger shouts.

You still have some strength left, and you’re not going down this easy. You pull out your knife, stand up and charge through the smoke.

“YAAAAAARGH!” you scream and tackle into the first Combine soldier approaching, jamming the knife deep into their stomach and pushing upwards. You look at the face of your victim, it’s the female one. You lick her face as the brief flash of life begins to ebb from her eyes.

“Oh shit, that fuckin’ gives me a hard on.” you whisper to her before she dies.
“Holy Fuck! Shoot him! Shoot him!” Albert screams seeing his comrade killed right next to him.

The other remaining Combine soldiers do fire on you, and you take multiple bullets to the body, before taking once last murderous act of stabbing Albert in the back when he attempted to run from you and get out of the way of the fire of his fellow Combiners.

Finally Roger finishes you off with a clear shot to your head, exploding half of it. Oddly in your transition to death you hear one last thing.

“Holy shit, that was fuckin’ brutal. We coulda used a guy like him during the Cyborg siege of Fort Justice!”