>>6138187You mend your wounds, tying bandages and the bleeding finally stops (3). You focus yourself (+1) and ask Pete to help you over to the Merchant, and he obliges, although he insists that you're really ok (1).
>you're fine wyatt. Walk it off. Take a salt tablet.The scalps and jerry curled heads, you grab (8), including a familiar orange one. For the scythe, you get a written offer of
>£`o0heuf8ii9$¥hshq`¥●¡&A hell of a deal, actually. But instead, Pete cuts you off and hands you the Shotgun, from the looks of it an old Browning A5. On the table, you see several revolvers and some strange semiautomatics, ancient looking Colts and Mausers. Everything the Merchant is flogging appears to be antiques, but new enough. The scythe and head bring you some medicine, and extra shells, and a pair of masks/costumes for each of you.
>hows about a pie? The merchant asks.
>a nice hot pumpkin pie, made of fresh hot pumpkins? You brought enough of them.The thought of eating a pie made of these things is almost too revolting a suggestion to bear. The heads are only mildly similar to human ones, but the faces resemble people in different stages of agony, as though the pumpkins grew inside of them.
>but you've got to have something sweet. [If my 3rd+1st <=10 you scrounge up enough sweets to finish out the pie. If more all you have is sugar free gum, disgusting, untasty suger free gum.]
>>6138190>the art? Yeah, it was pretty nice stuff. A nice German fellow came by for all of it, went on an on about the importance of paintints and Art to the culture of a Volk. You know what? It's not important. Nevermind about HIM.>>6138217>download?!? Ill lay you 10-1 you can't find a single digital item in this whole place. Look at this broomhandle.The merchant holds up an old 7.63 caliber top loading Mauser pistol. It looks almost new.
>unless I miss my guess, I think we're in the 1930s. All this stuff is prewar, haven't seen any 1921s yet, but they must be around, because i've got this stick magazine. No Mas 48's but an STA '24. >how about grenades?>erm, a couple, sort of. Do you know how to use stick grenades? I think these are Russian, but look at the script>%qh^7uqjje80>I can't read a damn thing around here, and I keep trying to write but, look at that, it's illegible.>>6138260You loot (3) bodies. Candy in a tin, candy corn on the cobb, and a box of chocolate cigars. You have (8) bodies up into the wheelbarrow. They're practically weightless. In fact, pushing the whole cart, even with Wyatt sitting on top feels easy (2), you don't get tired. You've loaded the shotgun and passed it to him in quick order as the Merchant expounds on the script, the pies, the time (6).
>a blunt object? Ive got this railroad sledge hammer, it's got some heft to it. The Merchant lifts and swings the hammer with one hand, and lets it clatter down on the table. It could easily crush a head, pumpkin or otherwise, or smash through a crowd.
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