Wade Von Doom
All Caps when you spell the man's name
- Posting Speed
- Speed of Light
- Multiple posts per day
- Writing Levels
- Preferred Character Gender
- Sci-fi, modern, horror, a bit of dark romance stories.
The trip was a short one, dropping off both groups at the same location. A roundabout with a small market within the trench between the road and the main building in the center. As Alec promised, he gave Oliver and Idan a 'credchip,' this world's version of a credit chit, apparently. $50,000 was on it.
Hopefully that doesn't come back to bite them in the ass.
It didn't take long for the ammo team to find another marketplace once they split off from the others. The buildings had reached so high, that there was no sunlight to illuminate the dark corners and cramped spaces, just the blinding neon lights of the signs, and the ever colorful, yet intensely perverted ads that constantly played on the screens. Fashionable cars with scantily clad women laying on top of the roofs and hoods, promises of brain dances that would bring about pleasure beyond your wildest dreams, a TV Show called 'Watson Whore' that showed off a man face down in the toilet while his bare ass stood out in front of the screen. It was, to say the least, quite something to see.
Yet looking beyond such blinding lights was the rather grim sight of endless trash littered about the ground, and the foul stench that crept up into the nose, along with pockets of dirty water ponds that soaked into your shoes if you didn't watch your step carefully. Each and every person they passed by were dressed in colorful attires, with their hair dyed just about every color of the rainbow, and most having cybernetics across their bodies like jewelry or piercings to show off. Yet, as shiny as the chrome steel was, they also looked quite skinny and easy to break if twisted the wrong way.
Each vendor they passed were shouting of cheap prices for clothing and food, yet unlike the Roundabout Market, the brands they peddled looked like knockoffs and cheaply made. One woman was even offering to make sandals out of rubber tires. She had her knife out, chunks of rubber, and all she would do was put the buyer's foot on the rubber and carve the knife around it to make the outline.
But, if they didn't distract themselves with any of that, their search would not be much longer, as at the far end of the alley was a particularly interesting mechanical droid. It had a massive sign that pointed to what looked like an abandoned building, which said, 'MULTIVERSE OF GUNS! GRAND OPENING!'
"YOU'VE TRIED THE BEST, NOW TRY THE REST! AT MULTIVERSE OF GUNS, WE GUARANTEE WEAPONS YOU CAN ONLY DREAM ABOUT! FROM FREEZING RAYS TO SIX BARREL SHOTGUNS, FROM SHRINK RAYS TO MEGA HAND CANONS, FROM DILLINGERS TO SOUND BARRIER BREAKING RAILGUNS! SEE FOR YOURSELF IN THE MULTIVERSE OF GUNS. (With inclusion of swords!)"