Post by Commissioner Warrior™ on Sept 14, 2010 16:24:30 GMT -5
What, did you expect us to get there without a hitch? My luck isn't that good. You should know better by know. So, where was I? Oh, right. Well we hit the border and all that stuff with the guy there, finding out about all the chaos some comedian of a higher power is making happen, and now we're heading to Houston. So, that's just what we did. We hit the road, or the dirt, depending on what we felt like at the time. We traveled roughly east, mainly to make up for our generally more southern direction before then. So east we went.
We did have a nice short period where we happened to not run into issue. We followed some roads at times, and passed through some towns here and there to pick up supplies. We even made a short few day stop in San Angelo to do some work here and there to pick up some local currency, as we had very little on us before then and had mostly acquired things by ravaging abandoned areas or attacking people. Considering where we are, I think it would be best, for now at least, to not make any enemies. Not only that, but those here had been good to us so far, and we honestly have no reason to attack them. They've been plenty of help.
After heading out from there, we eventually found ourselves right on the Colorado River. I only knew so thanks to a local identifying it for us. We then followed the river eastward, finding it happily useful to be right on a river. The water within it wasn't bad at all, and should we ever need to wet something or bathe, it worked just fine for that as well. Time passed, things went well, I got paranoid, then I was confirmed. I knew it was about time for something to happen, and that something did happen when we passed through the intriguing hill country town of Marble Falls.
It seemed at first glance that Marble Falls had done amazingly well to go on just as life had been prior to the war. I saw plenty of great families, every seemed to be doing great and happy with life and their hometown. I was approached while we were there about the Lakefest Dragboat Races. These largest dragboat races of the country (the prior country or the country now) take place at Lake Marble Falls right by Lakeside Park. They happened to be coming up in only a few days, and the rookie driver had yet to be found. In recent years, they had allowed a rookie driver, someone with little to no experience with dragboats or in the race to compete. The only staunch requirement was you could not have competed in the race before.
Having never been here, never heard of Dragboat Races, and having never known where the fuck Marble Falls was, I was of course a prime candidate. It seemed that with the war, they had kept most of the town in place well, but had gotten almost no new people. And those few who were new immediately left upon the ending of the war to find their families and see if they were okay. The idea seemed to grab Kendra's attention, and she seemed very eager to see me race. I wasn't quite sure why, and really should have seen what happened later coming, but I wanted to see her happy. So I agreed to race as that year's rookie.
I took some lessons in the few days before the event, and they were kind enough to give us a place to stay for free for the time being and good food as well. The time passed uneventfully, and the dragboat races were on hand. While originally I had only been doing this for Kendra, I will admit that by the time the race was happening I was quite eager and excited about it. We all lined up and revved our engines, the starting gun was shot and the race was on! I slammed on the gas and the boat roared ahead. Just then, I heard something whip by the car and I looked and saw a small little girl of a blur speed past me.
I realized then what had happened. Kendra wanted to test her speed. And getting me to compete gave her two ways. For one, she'd be attempting to outrun a dragboat. For two, she would be attempting to run at such a high speed as to overcome sinking into water and to essentially allow herself to walk on water. At first I was surprised, then annoyed, then shocked, then I settled upon proud. My daughter just walked on water. Well, ran on water, but same difference. She was already up at the finish line and we were less than a quarter of the way there. Rather than running across the lake and then going to ground to simply stand and wait, she stayed at the finish line, hovering over the water. Kendra had already found a way to move her legs back and forth precisely enough in a single position to keep herself hovering above the water.
I slammed on the gas and was determined that even though I lost to my daughter, I wouldn't lost to anyone else. I blazed through the finish line right out front, the first boat there. I slowed down, turned around, and looked at my amazing daughter. After getting a bit tired of hovering, she hopped onto the side of my boat, taking a seat near me where I had opened up the top window hatch. We smiled at each other and looked out, noticing that our incident had just happened without us realizing. We're in a small town in Texas, the wonderfully understanding and tolerant Texas, and just revealed to a bunch of people our new nature.
What happened? We're in Texas, what do you think happened? They panicked, started shouting “Aliens! Get them!” and attacked us. What did we do? I'm a damn near invincible former professional wrestler with a sadist daughter, what do you think we did? We panicked, and fucked them up. I threw the boat in drive and told Kendra to hold on. I headed full speed back towards the starting line, and managed to find a surprisingly convenient board in the boat that I could wedge on the gas pedal. Like how that works? I then climbed out, and told Kendra to grab on. She hopped on in piggyback position and we waited until that perfect movie magic moment to jump. When that moment arrived, I leapt from the boat and onto the bank of the lake.
Kendra hopped off once we were over ground, but before we had landed, and she planted firm. I did a much less graceful and odd forward roll before getting to my feet. I nodded to Kendra and that's the moment that all hell broke loose. Prior to the war, Marble Falls was a town of a modest four thousand people. After the war, it stayed strong, but diminished to a quite small population of roughly thirty-five hundred. By the time we left Marble Falls, the home of the continent's largest dragboat racing event claimed a strong and solid population of twelve. Two married couples with three children each and a single mother with her son.
I don't remember who all I killed, nor does Kendra likely remember whom she killed. The fighting was bloody, some of the town had formal firearms and used them to no avail, but much of the town simply attacked with improvised weapons. Baseball bats and lead pipes, novelty swords and socks filled with nickels, and even the occasional car aimed at us at high speeds. Some drowned after running their cars into the lake. Some were caught in the crossfire of the few with firearms. Some were defeated hand to hand by me. Some lost their improvised weapons only to have them used against them. And of course, some fell into the hands of my torturous daughter who kept finding inventive ways to use the lake and those improvised weapons that kept being brought.
I don't know if we took out women and children. All I know is whatever attacked or came near ended up dead. I don't really feel bad about it, we did what we had to do. The few we left we discovered in their homes unaware of what had gone on, the races, or our arrival. We quickly headed out before they put two and two together and we would have to finish them off too. Hijacking one of the few vehicles left out of the lake that also did not belong to the few left alive, we hit the roads for a relaxing drive and headed back towards Houston.
Some missed spots here and there, we arrived in Houston in just about three and a half hours, aided by the lack of traffic or speed limit enforcement. Arriving, it appeared our esteemed President Octane wouldn't be hard to find. Just look for the government building shaped like a fire extinguisher. How he got that built this fast, I have no fucking clue. Either way, it seemed we had finally arrived. Now just to go give our esteemed president, queen, and vice president as much of a shock as we got upon getting to this new country. I'm sure that I'm the last thing Octane will be expecting to see.
We did have a nice short period where we happened to not run into issue. We followed some roads at times, and passed through some towns here and there to pick up supplies. We even made a short few day stop in San Angelo to do some work here and there to pick up some local currency, as we had very little on us before then and had mostly acquired things by ravaging abandoned areas or attacking people. Considering where we are, I think it would be best, for now at least, to not make any enemies. Not only that, but those here had been good to us so far, and we honestly have no reason to attack them. They've been plenty of help.
After heading out from there, we eventually found ourselves right on the Colorado River. I only knew so thanks to a local identifying it for us. We then followed the river eastward, finding it happily useful to be right on a river. The water within it wasn't bad at all, and should we ever need to wet something or bathe, it worked just fine for that as well. Time passed, things went well, I got paranoid, then I was confirmed. I knew it was about time for something to happen, and that something did happen when we passed through the intriguing hill country town of Marble Falls.
It seemed at first glance that Marble Falls had done amazingly well to go on just as life had been prior to the war. I saw plenty of great families, every seemed to be doing great and happy with life and their hometown. I was approached while we were there about the Lakefest Dragboat Races. These largest dragboat races of the country (the prior country or the country now) take place at Lake Marble Falls right by Lakeside Park. They happened to be coming up in only a few days, and the rookie driver had yet to be found. In recent years, they had allowed a rookie driver, someone with little to no experience with dragboats or in the race to compete. The only staunch requirement was you could not have competed in the race before.
Having never been here, never heard of Dragboat Races, and having never known where the fuck Marble Falls was, I was of course a prime candidate. It seemed that with the war, they had kept most of the town in place well, but had gotten almost no new people. And those few who were new immediately left upon the ending of the war to find their families and see if they were okay. The idea seemed to grab Kendra's attention, and she seemed very eager to see me race. I wasn't quite sure why, and really should have seen what happened later coming, but I wanted to see her happy. So I agreed to race as that year's rookie.
I took some lessons in the few days before the event, and they were kind enough to give us a place to stay for free for the time being and good food as well. The time passed uneventfully, and the dragboat races were on hand. While originally I had only been doing this for Kendra, I will admit that by the time the race was happening I was quite eager and excited about it. We all lined up and revved our engines, the starting gun was shot and the race was on! I slammed on the gas and the boat roared ahead. Just then, I heard something whip by the car and I looked and saw a small little girl of a blur speed past me.
I realized then what had happened. Kendra wanted to test her speed. And getting me to compete gave her two ways. For one, she'd be attempting to outrun a dragboat. For two, she would be attempting to run at such a high speed as to overcome sinking into water and to essentially allow herself to walk on water. At first I was surprised, then annoyed, then shocked, then I settled upon proud. My daughter just walked on water. Well, ran on water, but same difference. She was already up at the finish line and we were less than a quarter of the way there. Rather than running across the lake and then going to ground to simply stand and wait, she stayed at the finish line, hovering over the water. Kendra had already found a way to move her legs back and forth precisely enough in a single position to keep herself hovering above the water.
I slammed on the gas and was determined that even though I lost to my daughter, I wouldn't lost to anyone else. I blazed through the finish line right out front, the first boat there. I slowed down, turned around, and looked at my amazing daughter. After getting a bit tired of hovering, she hopped onto the side of my boat, taking a seat near me where I had opened up the top window hatch. We smiled at each other and looked out, noticing that our incident had just happened without us realizing. We're in a small town in Texas, the wonderfully understanding and tolerant Texas, and just revealed to a bunch of people our new nature.
What happened? We're in Texas, what do you think happened? They panicked, started shouting “Aliens! Get them!” and attacked us. What did we do? I'm a damn near invincible former professional wrestler with a sadist daughter, what do you think we did? We panicked, and fucked them up. I threw the boat in drive and told Kendra to hold on. I headed full speed back towards the starting line, and managed to find a surprisingly convenient board in the boat that I could wedge on the gas pedal. Like how that works? I then climbed out, and told Kendra to grab on. She hopped on in piggyback position and we waited until that perfect movie magic moment to jump. When that moment arrived, I leapt from the boat and onto the bank of the lake.
Kendra hopped off once we were over ground, but before we had landed, and she planted firm. I did a much less graceful and odd forward roll before getting to my feet. I nodded to Kendra and that's the moment that all hell broke loose. Prior to the war, Marble Falls was a town of a modest four thousand people. After the war, it stayed strong, but diminished to a quite small population of roughly thirty-five hundred. By the time we left Marble Falls, the home of the continent's largest dragboat racing event claimed a strong and solid population of twelve. Two married couples with three children each and a single mother with her son.
I don't remember who all I killed, nor does Kendra likely remember whom she killed. The fighting was bloody, some of the town had formal firearms and used them to no avail, but much of the town simply attacked with improvised weapons. Baseball bats and lead pipes, novelty swords and socks filled with nickels, and even the occasional car aimed at us at high speeds. Some drowned after running their cars into the lake. Some were caught in the crossfire of the few with firearms. Some were defeated hand to hand by me. Some lost their improvised weapons only to have them used against them. And of course, some fell into the hands of my torturous daughter who kept finding inventive ways to use the lake and those improvised weapons that kept being brought.
I don't know if we took out women and children. All I know is whatever attacked or came near ended up dead. I don't really feel bad about it, we did what we had to do. The few we left we discovered in their homes unaware of what had gone on, the races, or our arrival. We quickly headed out before they put two and two together and we would have to finish them off too. Hijacking one of the few vehicles left out of the lake that also did not belong to the few left alive, we hit the roads for a relaxing drive and headed back towards Houston.
Some missed spots here and there, we arrived in Houston in just about three and a half hours, aided by the lack of traffic or speed limit enforcement. Arriving, it appeared our esteemed President Octane wouldn't be hard to find. Just look for the government building shaped like a fire extinguisher. How he got that built this fast, I have no fucking clue. Either way, it seemed we had finally arrived. Now just to go give our esteemed president, queen, and vice president as much of a shock as we got upon getting to this new country. I'm sure that I'm the last thing Octane will be expecting to see.
