Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20160716191324/@comment-3293219-20160717001345

"You rummage through the garbage for something to eat.

You find a dead dog and you think it's a treat.

In your Freeside slum..."

Gerald hummed to himself, jauntily as he hovered along the beach, swaying from side to side, like a happy drunk as he approached his shipwrecked master. Mr Struthers was lay across the beach, missing his sunglasses. His suit had quite a bit of sand on it and it was sodden with salt water, as was his short, frizzy hair and his rough beard.

His Robotic Butler examined him with his sensors, zooming in and out as he scanned him, checking to see if he was alive. From the looks of it he was and was just sleeping.

"C'mon, wakey wakey, you lazy Donk!" Gerald yelled, grabbing Struther's suit jacket and shoving him from side to side, to get him to awake. There was nothing worse for a robot than having to wait for a human to wake up. It was boring as hell...

Speaking of hell, it looked like they had arrived on the island. Well, it sure was hot enough to be hell, maybe not as hot as the Arizona Desert, though that might be because of the sea air cooling them down.

As Gerald looked around, he noticed that he was still shaking Struthers, who was grunting and groaning as he lifted up his head, slapping the Robot's pincer away.

"I told you to wake me at 6:30..." He grumbled, spitting out a mouthful of sand as he slowly rose to his knees and looked around.

"Ah..." He sighed, giving a faint smile.

"We made it..."

"Looks like it, though I'm not sure that there's any bugger here to trade with." Gerald said, turning back to Struthers as he hovered by his side, watching as the Businessman rose to his feet and drew another pair of shades from his pocket and turned back towards the sea.

"Hmm... Now, where did we park the boat...?" He asked, narrowing his eyes.

"Well Sir, you se that wooden pole on the horizon?"

"Yes?"

"Well, that's not it but that's next to where the ship sank... I think the boat's fullt submerged in water."

"Of course it is..."

"Yeah, well... Mirelurks seemed to want it bad, guess they wanted somewhere to nest or to shit, either way, it's there's now and I'm not sure we're going to want it back anyway."

"Yeah, somehow I doubt that we'd be able to use it anyway..."

"S'cuse me for bombarding you with questions as soon as you finished gorging on sand but how the blady hell are we supposed to get off of this fackin' island?"

"Opportunity..." Struthers replied, snapping his sunglasses open before gently putting them back on his face.

"You know how the Chinese use the same character for 'crisis' as they do for 'opportunity?'"

"Yes, because I told you that..."

"Well, then you should know that the opportunity to get back off of this island should arise... Or, alternatively, we may have the opportunity to make a better life for ourselves out here." Struthers pointed out as he turned back to his Mr Handy, with a furrowed brow.

"Either way, opportunity isn't going to find us. We should move, find a settlement before nightfall."

"Very good, I guess... Weapons primed and ready, I'm just hoping that it's going to be like Dinosaur Island."

Struthers sighed, shaking his head.

"Gerald, your... knowledge of film is just as fascinating as it is terrifying."

"Aye, I know..." Gerald muttered as he hovered out in front.

"Do try to keep up, Sir, Mirelurks aren't going to be the only things on this shit hole island..."

(Decided to leave this here, since I'm going to sleep now. As you can tell, it's quite disconnected from everything, so consider it an intro to the characters. Sorry but it's late and I really want to sleep. xD)