Hell of Chicago
 

Midnight: Chicago, Capon Bar. Members of the Dead Eyes Clan clad in black robes enter the bar and slowly approach the bar. The Bar Keep stares at the men as they come towards him. The leader of the group walks up and places a brief case on the table “Here are the pills, we will expect payment in a week, and if you betray our trust, you know the consequences”.

He nods, it is clear to even a casual observer that he is truly scared for his life by these men. The men turn around and leave, the last one turns his head towards the crowd, fire red eyes shin out over the crowd. With that the men are gone. The bar tender, fear still in his voice speaks over the crowd “New shipment of Radian Pills are in, the price is 35,000 cash”




Alright the game has started, here are some key terms you need to know:

Dead Eyes: Clan the controls the Central part of Chicago controls the largest shipment of Radian Pills.

Radian Pills: Extremely expensive pills, that have the ability to stop mutation and radiation poison in the wastelands. Also is highly addictive and puts user in a euphoric state.

Outfit: Controls Southern Chicago, they clam to be related to an organization from pre-war earth

Red Men: A clan of mutants that controls the edge of Eastern Chicago expected to be controlled by advanced mutants.

Realm: Clan that controls Northern Chicago, they claim that they know the secrets to the past, but have never told them.

West Side: Clan who Controls the West side of Chicago, the smallest Clan.

Death: A powerful drug that has different effects for every user.

Waste Lands: The Radiated Dessert out side of Chicago, no civilization is known to exist out there

If more tearms come up ill tell you them. These are things every one knows

Zach fired at the mutants, they were slowly advancing towards him. He fired several plasma bolts, there were at least a dozen. He saw a ladder down an alley, he ran toward it as the mutants chased him. He jumped onto the ladder and started climbing as fast as he could. He reached the top and ran across the building. He fell through a window on the roof and crashed into a bar. When his head stopped spinning, he saw several men in black robes talking with an obviously scared barkeep. As they leave, the bartender shouts "new shipment of radiance pills in! Price, $35,000!

A tri is put against Zach's head, a deep ruff voice speaks coldly "who the hell are you and what are you doing breaking through the window", the man is a large white man, he has no hair, but his eyes have had the eye lids removed, and replaced with some sort of cybernetic device. He is coverd in body armor, and loaded down in amunition. Behind him is a locked metal door.
"answer me boy or ill kill you"





Tri: Slang for an automatic tri barrled shotgun, comes in many diffrent sizes, all very deadly in short distences

Alise wandered around the streets, alert, eyes zipping from spot to spot. She didnt like being out in the open, not in the streets. Especially not on a bad day. Her spine tingled, the whole world just didn't feel right for a moment. Alise shrugged the feeling off, and looked for some place to shake off the feeling of danger. Seeing a little joint with a busted sign that read, "Capon Bar" she shrugged, and thought it would be a better spot to hide than where she was now.

A couple of Dead Eye clan gangers walked out of the bar, whispering to themselves, and acting generally rough. "Uh oh." Alise thought, while ducking behind a nearby wrecked dumpster. "At least trouble warns me first." she finished, grinning inwardly at her luck. After the men passed, Alise walked into the bar. There was a guy in the corner, busting some misfit with his Tri, and the Bartender. It was a rather crowded joint, and Alise suddenly felt a lot safer, even among strangers. She walked up to the bar, and ordered a soft drink. The bartender kind of gave her a disgusted look, and asked if she was into Radian pills. "How much?" Alise asked, curiously, "Their 35 grand. Cash." The barman replied. "Holy heck, You think people can afford that around here?" Alise looked, kind of stunned. "Na, didnt think so." the barman said dryly, handing her the drink. "Thanks..." she replied, taking a seat, and semi-relaxing, examining a little pouch of electronics she had salvaged from some broken machinery a few miles off.

Bloody Jack sat at the counter of the Capon Bar. It was a seedy place, but it had alchohol, and that was the important thing. He watched with a distinct lack of interest as a crowd of Dead Eye gangsters dropped off a case of Radian pills. Jack could tell that the bartender was in deep shit. He cursed silently. He'd have to find somewhere else to drink.

He kept his gaze averted as the Dead Eyes were leaving. He couldn't remember if he'd pissed them off yet, but it couldn't hurt to play it safe.

The window shattered and a man in a weathered outfit from some era long past tumbled in. Jack was stirred ever so slightly from his not-quite-drunken stupor as a man in the corner put his tri against the man's head and demanded answers. Uninterested again, Jack went back to nursing his beer. A young blonde girl with the look of a druggie walked up and took a seat at the bar next to him. The bartender inquired about her interest in the Radian. Unsurprisingly, she didn't have the cash. Jack went back to his beer, doing his best to shut out the world around him.

A thin man sits next to Jack, he smells as if he has been living in shit for the last three days his eyes blood shot and his ears are pointed and he has something that looks like gills under them, he pulls out a box and slides them next to him "want a pack of boosters, i got a nice veriaty, and they are cheap. not like that radian shit, only a grand for a set of 6, or for the cheap basterd 200 for one. What ya say want a pop fella?"



Boosters: Drugs that boost your abilitys abit, in pure form arnt addictive or very leathal. Most arnt pure and can have some serios problom. (thanks Phonix for the idea)

"Get lost buddy, if you wanna keep that arm," The dealer shrinks away from Jack, who looks like he could definitely follow through on the threat.

Jack isn't into the drug scene. Yeah, he'd sell them in a heartbeat, it was good money, but he'd never touch the stuff. He'd lost too many men to one drug or another when he was leader of the raiders in the wastelands. He'd been a little tempted, but alchohol was a good enough intoxicant for him, and the only lasting side effect was a bitch of a hangover.

Jack curses himself for looking too approachable. He ducks down farther into his beer and ties to look as pissed as possible.

A man behind jack laughed "good thing you sent that scum away, his shit is more fucked up then then his smell"
The man looks strange for a bar like this, he is clean well kept and has no mutations, that are noticable, he is wearing an overcoat and a fadora, he is also wearing a sports coat underneath the coat. He is drinking a beer, and laid across the table he is sitting at is a cain with a golden head. For some reason though he dosnt look like a man that could be intimidated, or one that should be

Jack can't help but be intrigued. His instinct tells him to just keep his back turned, but he turns around anyway. He sees a well dressed, un mutated man. He sticks out so badly Jack can't believe that he didn't notice him before. A golden cane is laid across the table where he sits, a sign of sophistication that totally throws Jack off. Trying to maintain his composure, he addresses the odd stranger.

"Yeah? What do you know about it?"

He grins, and tips his hat "well I should tell you, he smells like shit, cause he fishs his pills from the lake where they were dumbed by one clan or another, then sells them half price, the side effects are leathal to say th least. Also it is my buisness to know, I also know about your ordeal with the advanced mutants, all your comrades dead and rotting."
he smiles his eyes showing no real emotion, he is a person who seems to know more then he should. He pulls out a cigar and lights it, he holds another of them out "would you like one, high quality. Dont worry there not spiked"