Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20190327223159/@comment-3293219-20190328192556

The Dust storms had finally settled, outside the Republic of Dave’s mesh fences. This was Rachel’s least favourite time to be on watch, when she couldn’t see far enough for it to even matter but Daddy insisted that she stood there, all the same.

She wasn’t a soldier like Bob was or Shauna or Ralph could be. She missed nine out of ten of her shots and that was when the target was still. Daddy used to get mad at that but things changed, he learned that she was just never going to be good at it, no matter how hard she tried.

He told her that he wasn’t good at everything and that’s why he had other people, to do the few things he couldn’t do alone or at all. His modesty humbled her as he had to reveal the human, under the messianic image that he’d created in order to make her feel better.

Only Dave, the greatest Daddy in the world, would do such a thing.

She continued to scan the horizon, in spite of everything that was going on and noticed that a man in dark robes approached her, huddled over a stick. Dave told her how to tell a man from a woman, no matter how obscure they were and he was often right… most of the time. Sometimes it was hard or impossible to tell but it was worth it if you could.

You usually judge the height of the figure first and then their body shape but robes made that hard as he looked like one big black blob. He huddled around a large stick, that made him look old and decrepit but as he got closer, it became apparent that it was merely for balance as he eventually broke out of his hunched walk and threw his hood back, revealing his black hair, tanned skin and dark beard to match.

He seemed rather… Handsome to Rachel. Though it was rare that she saw boys, who weren’t related to her and so, as a result, she’d often fantasize about the few traders that Daddy allowed in. The youngest of them was in his early thirties.

This man was of a different league altogether. He was stronger, had piercing eyes and had clearly seen a lot in his time. His skin was like a charter of his many battles and encounters, the kind that he could tell her about as they cuddled up on a rug.

The visitor didn’t seem remotely interested in her and merely stared her down, dropping his stick to the ground. He remained silent for a moment studying her but eventually began to speak.

“I’m here to see President Dave.”

Rachel stiffened. His tone was rather odd, though she couldn’t put her finger on it. He sounded both angry and indifferent at the same time.

“Erm… Are you an asylum seeker?”

“I’m an ambassador, from a far off Kingdom.” The Dark Man said, with a shrug.

“Oh erm… Wh-What Kingdom?” Rachel asked, finding herself curious.

“We’re the Kingdom. Our great King sits on a throne, made from the skulls of his enemies, with a pet tiger chained to his side.”

Oooh, savages! Rachel hoped that Daddy would let them in now. Just imagine what she could learn from them and what they could share! They have Tigers and can make furniture out of bone!

<p class="MsoNormal">“We heard about your… ‘Rep-pub-lek’ and wished to make contact. The King wishes for me to report on your great nation.”

<p class="MsoNormal">Rachel had to not giggle at the way that this simple savage said ‘republic.’ Bless him, perhaps she could privately tutor him and teach him how to speak normally.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Well, if you’re an ambassador, then I need to take you to President Dad- Dave and introduce you.”

<p class="MsoNormal">“President ‘dad?’” The Savage Man asked, inquisitively.

<p class="MsoNormal">“You are a… Princess?”

<p class="MsoNormal">Rachel almost said ‘yes’ to seem impressive but Daddy wouldn’t approve of her leading the poor wasteland savages on like that. It’s not their fault that they weren’t fortunate enough to be born under Dave.

<p class="MsoNormal">“C’mon, r-right this way!” Rachel stuttered as the gates opened, with a loud creak, prompting the Savage to step inside, giving her a courteous nod.

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<p class="MsoNormal">“Daddy!” Rachel called, stopping herself immediately after.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Erm… Mister President!? We have an ambassador!”

<p class="MsoNormal">There was silence for a brief moment, until the sounds of chair legs scraping along the floor could be heard, followed by footsteps.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Ambassador?” Dave asked, shuffling through some envelopes as he approached before tucking them away.

<p class="MsoNormal">“From where?”

<p class="MsoNormal">“A Kingdom, Daddy! A real one, with a throne and tigers!” Rachel grinned, excitedly.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Kingdom of whom, might I ask, Ambassador?”

<p class="MsoNormal">Dave’s question received a rather unique answer, a sawed off shotgun was drawn from the Savage’s robes and immediately exploded into his chest, sending around twenty pieces of shrapnel straight into his lungs and heart. Dave couldn’t even flinch as he was knocked on his back, landing in a heap on the floor, furiously choking on his own blood.

<p class="MsoNormal">“The Kingdom of Tom.” The ‘Ambassador’ answered, firing off again and splatting the President’s head across the floor.

<p class="MsoNormal">“C-Communist! Communist!” Rachel shrieked, it was the first thing anyone should shout, the second that they saw such things but somehow it felt like it wasn’t enough.

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<p class="MsoNormal">The ‘Ambassador’ found her shouting annoying but wasn’t remotely threatened by the brat. He waited for her third shout, by which time she had drawn her gun before smacking her across the face, with the sawed off.

<p class="MsoNormal">Shame he couldn’t empty a slug in her huge mouth.

<p class="MsoNormal">His hand tugged the door of Dave’s equivalent of the White House open. A pathetic shack, that most wouldn’t deem fit to shit in and yet somehow this man saw himself as a God. Hamilton saw it more as a mercy killing than an assassination.

<p class="MsoNormal">His acute case of delusion was probably unbearable to live with…

<p class="MsoNormal">The Wastelander stepped out, into the yard as he reloaded and immediately took off. The clueless dipshits didn’t even know what was happening, until he’d reached the gates and by that time, their pathetic attempts to shoot him dead were just token, to show that they gave something resembling a shit about Daddy grits-brains.

<p class="MsoNormal">It was probably the easiest hit he’d done in years…

<p class="MsoNormal">-

<p class="MsoNormal">So many names, so few conditions that can make this work.

<p class="MsoNormal">Still, at least one had been ticked off…