Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20170125214247/@comment-5543592-20170201020310

(Maxi, that's all okay, except for the robot dogs.  Maybe like one cyberdog (you can see the Fallout wiki if you don't know what I mean), but two robotic animals is pushing it I think, especially since they'd give your character an unfair advantage in a confrontation, and they don't really match well with the Royal Wasteland thematically.)

Just as they were deciding to go, however, a man popped out of one of the jazz clubs down the green side of the street  His outfit had been a once stylish suit that had been dyed all green so that it now looked outrageous.

He lifted a missile launcher and aimed it across the street.

"For Ireland!" The man in green cried, his weapon powering up.

Across the street, in the orange area, little up the street from the man with the missile launcher, a man in an entirely orange dyed outfit popped outside. Holding a rifle, he lined up a shot and fired at the man in green.

The bullet struck the green man in the arm, and he dropped his missile launcher and then went down himself.

The man with the rifle was lining up a second shot to finish him off, when out of a third jazz club, three men in camo wearing bullet proof vests and army helmets. Their camo, though, was an orange and green color scheme, as if to show they stood for both sides and to blend in with the weird set up of Jackson street. They held 10mm pistols, and were sprinting down the street towards the man with the rifle, who quickly began to try and escape.

"Halt!'  The lead man said, blowing through a whistle that was hanging around his neck.  "Halt! Stop that man!"