Whit Supermicky: The Drunken Hillbilly RPG

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In the assorted luggage and pockets of the con-goers, the group finds: (in addition to the already looted stuff)
$500 dollars
(5x100)
http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/4592379/

Three smart phones.

Assorted clothes.

Assorted "bedroom items"

A couple of credit cards.

The Weeb girl is unconscious, and does not respond to Bob. However, her bonds could be cut to give her a chance to escape.
 
Bob takes their shit and then ties Weeb girl to the bumper of the car.
 
Bob ties the Weeb's legs to the bumper of the van, and the stretches a rope from the truck bumper to her hands...
"Dangomit Bob, I just got her in the van. Still, I like yer train of thought."
Maynerd starts climbing into the van...
 
With the perception of a wolf Timmy realizes where this is going. He gives Maynerd 'the tactical nod', holsters his tactical custom combat airsoft rifle and gets into the driver's seat of the truck.
 
Buster gets into the truck.

"Well, fellers, this has been a doozy of a day so far. But at least we made some easy dough, huh?"
 
"Tahaaaaa, yeah yeah I get that, I understand that like yeah! Hey hey hey hey hey hey like check it, like TRICK SHOT TAHAAAAAA!!"
Timmy signals Maynerd to do the same and jams on the gas, parkouring the truck into reverse at full speed.
 
With a horrific squelching noise, the Weeaboo is yanked in half. Her screams quickly turns into soft moans of pain. Her abdominal cavity is exposed, her inners are splattered across the roadway. She makes a few last gasps of agony before bleeding out.
"Goddamn that was a show!" Maynerd hollers.
"Jeeter, Banjo, start pickin up them niggo pieces. We don't want evidence laying around now, do we?@"
Jeeter and Banjo grab two contractors bags out of the assorted crap in the back of the truck and fling the weeaboos body parts in them.
 
Bob sits back and watches. No expression on his face. Bob fucking hates weebs.
 
"TAHAAAAA YEAHHHHH GIT SOME CON FAGGOT!" Grainz yells.

The future past present Marine in training veteran soldier spec-ops recruit rap god turns to his squad. "Okay so like that was sickness okay, but like now we gotta you know like FINISH THE MISSION, okay, like when're we gonna like move on and like FINISH THE FIGHT, okay?"
 
Buster regains his composure.

"Well, fellers, we gots more money now. Time to go an get da boss's beer before he gets too grumpy. Ya'll know what happens when ole Maynard there don't get his beer."
 
Alright, I'm waiting on Compy to create a character, since this would be a great time to introduce him.
 
Sorry this thread's been quite. I just wanted to say that I'll be on vacation for a week, and I might not have Internet access. I'll be back by the 17th though.
 
Alright, Compy said to go on without him. I can probably add him in later in the game.

The truck continues down the highway, still blaring polka music. Soon you come to the city of Eagle. Now, you must decide whether to go directly to the Walmart or stop by the pawn shop first.
 
Timmy nods, tactically wheeling the truck toward the pawn shop. "Okay so like usually I'm like pawning is for faggots because you know, like sometimes they have nigg--MEN OF AFRICAN DESCENT OKAY, I I'm not for racially motivated activism okay, but they have like losers working there,
but like some extra cash sounds like pretty chill okay, and like that's what I believe basically."

(Sorry for the wrong formating, my computer's having trouble so I'm stuck on a shitty tablet :c)
 
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