"Which you did. You handled him quite well... or, at least, you were handled by him pretty damn well." The little hacker shrugs and turns his back on the elf, earning another heavy snicker from the big Ork in the corner. "And I don't know, Rish. Different strokes for different folks... who'm I to criticize you if you get all hot an' bothered from some roughhousing?"<br/><br/>"Alright, that's enough y'all." The dwarf finally stands, hefting his heavy rifle on one shoulder and starting off towards the derelict van that the group had procured<del> just before the game began </del>two days ago. Almost sullenly, the other two fall into step behind... leaving Rishi to bring up the rear, bared and battered as she may be.<br/><br/>Thankfully, after a little bit of coaxing, the engine starts... and without another word about what happened out in the alley, Karl steps on the accelerator and pulls off onto the abandoned streets, turning towards the abandoned office building that the group had claimed as a safe-house.<br/><br/>As they move through the town, Riley gets a pretty good view of the world his character lives in. Washington D.C., immediately after a global nuclear offensive... according to his GM's notes, the majority of the Fallout had been trapped between the two great mountain ranges, leaving all of Tornado Alley completely uninhabitable, but the coasts are at least livable. But with so many nukes still ready to be tapped around the world, the remnants of the U.S. government had (wisely) chosen to abandon their seat of power, until something new could be done.<br/><br/>Abandoned buildings spread out as far as the eye can see, on either side of the road... some with their windows busted or their doors torn from the hinges, leaving them open and gutted for all to see. Looters certainly don't waste much time... six months since the last warhead, and there's barely a safe left un-cracked in D.C...