DEPLOYMENT 8: When the Wild Wind Blows
[PHONE - THANKSGIVING NOVEMBER 24 (Evening, OPEN TO ALL)]
[Balin's already heard about this. It's a good thing he's been asking around, and that Quinn let him know what happened last year in Mayfield. And yet, that phone call from Jack Smith left him wondering. What were Mayfield's leaders up to now?]
[He decides to actually respond to Jack's announcement to the town.]
Yo, you wanna hear what I'm thankful for? I'm thankful you guys didn't try an' torment us like usual. 'Cept for'at one Friday last month. Coulda done without'at.
[Way to taunt Murphy, Balin.]
[ACTION - DAY 1 NOVEMBER 26 (Anywhere in Mayfield, OPEN TO ALL)]
[When Mayfield unleashes its recreation of global thermonuclear war on its captives, Balin spends the day scouting the town's remains, and trying to recover any sort of supplies or weapons that he can manage; he has one of Virgina's spare revolvers and a battered kitchen knife on him, but that's it.]
[Anyone who encounters Balin about might notice that he seems too comfortable in this post-nuclear war wasteland, like it's nothing new to him-but there's also a hint that he's expecting something both inevitable and bad to happen, from the way he glances up at the sky apprehensively, or in the way he checks on which way the wind is blowing.]
[ACTION - DAY 2 NOVEMBER 27 (Anywhere in Mayfield, OPEN TO ALL)]
[On the day the scavengers arrive, Balin's life becomes a deadly game of cat and mouse, since he was out and about scouting in Mayfield rather than hiding in any of the bunkers or safehouses throughout yesterday. Their arrival was swift as it was sudden, so Balin has no choice but to take the fight to the cannibals.]
[It's a more grisly, human-versus-human variation of the life he's led for the past seven years ... but old habits and skill sets die hard. He's going to spend today ambushing the cannibals and scavengers-creeping up on and attacking the groups who are clearly staking out any locked basements or bunkers, or taking down a group threatening somebody else.]
[In any case, he's taking their weapons and any ammunition for his own use, though most of the hatches he's collecting are getting used as ranged weapons against other cannibals.]
[ACTION - DAY 3 NOVEMBER 28 (Anywhere in Mayfield, OPEN TO ALL)]
[As a Demolitionist with powers over nuclear fission back in his home universe, Balin knew full well what was coming. It was just a matter of when and how strong-and it wouldn't be until the symptoms actually reared their collective ugly head that he would know whether or not Mayfield's leaders decided to keep the town immune from fallout.]
[Once he noticed the headache coming on, though, there were no doubts. So right now, he's standing in an empty section of Mayfield, murmuring to himself. He sounds like he's about to laugh, despite the slight shudder in his voice.]
Yeah ... yeah, I knew'is was too good. Knew you guys wouldnt pull'at punch-
[Now he looks up at the sky, squinting in the twilight of nuclear winter. Glaring, as if he could see the radioactive dust falling down, before shaking a fist up at the clouds and letting his rage gush out. It doesn't matter anymore if cannibals might hear him or not-he's mad as hell.]
FUCK YOU! YOU THINK YOU'RE FUCKIN' FUNNY? TORTURIN' WITH US LIKE A KID FRYIN' ANTS WITH A MAGNIFYIN' GLASS AN' YOU EXPECT US TO BE THANKFUL? IT'S ON, ASSHOLES! YOU'RE SO SCARED SHITLESS OF'A SAME SHIT YOU DO TO US, I'M GOING TO NUKE YOU 'TILL YOU ALL FUCKIN' GLOW!
[Judging from the echoing angrish and roars in the distance, Balin's tirade against Mayfield's masters has attracted the attention of a group of cannibals. Despite the pain and creeping onset of radiation sickness, Balin swiftly unholsters his revolver and readies a hatchet.]
[Balin's already heard about this. It's a good thing he's been asking around, and that Quinn let him know what happened last year in Mayfield. And yet, that phone call from Jack Smith left him wondering. What were Mayfield's leaders up to now?]
[He decides to actually respond to Jack's announcement to the town.]
Yo, you wanna hear what I'm thankful for? I'm thankful you guys didn't try an' torment us like usual. 'Cept for'at one Friday last month. Coulda done without'at.
[Way to taunt Murphy, Balin.]
[ACTION - DAY 1 NOVEMBER 26 (Anywhere in Mayfield, OPEN TO ALL)]
[When Mayfield unleashes its recreation of global thermonuclear war on its captives, Balin spends the day scouting the town's remains, and trying to recover any sort of supplies or weapons that he can manage; he has one of Virgina's spare revolvers and a battered kitchen knife on him, but that's it.]
[Anyone who encounters Balin about might notice that he seems too comfortable in this post-nuclear war wasteland, like it's nothing new to him-but there's also a hint that he's expecting something both inevitable and bad to happen, from the way he glances up at the sky apprehensively, or in the way he checks on which way the wind is blowing.]
[ACTION - DAY 2 NOVEMBER 27 (Anywhere in Mayfield, OPEN TO ALL)]
[On the day the scavengers arrive, Balin's life becomes a deadly game of cat and mouse, since he was out and about scouting in Mayfield rather than hiding in any of the bunkers or safehouses throughout yesterday. Their arrival was swift as it was sudden, so Balin has no choice but to take the fight to the cannibals.]
[It's a more grisly, human-versus-human variation of the life he's led for the past seven years ... but old habits and skill sets die hard. He's going to spend today ambushing the cannibals and scavengers-creeping up on and attacking the groups who are clearly staking out any locked basements or bunkers, or taking down a group threatening somebody else.]
[In any case, he's taking their weapons and any ammunition for his own use, though most of the hatches he's collecting are getting used as ranged weapons against other cannibals.]
[ACTION - DAY 3 NOVEMBER 28 (Anywhere in Mayfield, OPEN TO ALL)]
[As a Demolitionist with powers over nuclear fission back in his home universe, Balin knew full well what was coming. It was just a matter of when and how strong-and it wouldn't be until the symptoms actually reared their collective ugly head that he would know whether or not Mayfield's leaders decided to keep the town immune from fallout.]
[Once he noticed the headache coming on, though, there were no doubts. So right now, he's standing in an empty section of Mayfield, murmuring to himself. He sounds like he's about to laugh, despite the slight shudder in his voice.]
Yeah ... yeah, I knew'is was too good. Knew you guys wouldnt pull'at punch-
[Now he looks up at the sky, squinting in the twilight of nuclear winter. Glaring, as if he could see the radioactive dust falling down, before shaking a fist up at the clouds and letting his rage gush out. It doesn't matter anymore if cannibals might hear him or not-he's mad as hell.]
FUCK YOU! YOU THINK YOU'RE FUCKIN' FUNNY? TORTURIN' WITH US LIKE A KID FRYIN' ANTS WITH A MAGNIFYIN' GLASS AN' YOU EXPECT US TO BE THANKFUL? IT'S ON, ASSHOLES! YOU'RE SO SCARED SHITLESS OF'A SAME SHIT YOU DO TO US, I'M GOING TO NUKE YOU 'TILL YOU ALL FUCKIN' GLOW!
[Judging from the echoing angrish and roars in the distance, Balin's tirade against Mayfield's masters has attracted the attention of a group of cannibals. Despite the pain and creeping onset of radiation sickness, Balin swiftly unholsters his revolver and readies a hatchet.]