Matt HiroshiMa Miller whimpers and cowers at the sight of the folding machine pistol. He raises his stumpy fingers in front of his face:
You would not dare! Ever since that strange Doctor Kospel had an inexplicable brain aneurysm or something, and smashed his head through a computer screen, I have become the inheritor of the legendary title of HiroshimaIsTheBestEverDM! I do strange voices and impressions! Legions of my internet fans are roaming the streets right now with their terrifying cosplay swords and shameful anachronistic melee weaponry! They will relentlessly hunt you down and avenge me...!
(the rest of his speech is drowned out by a roaring hail of automatic machine pistol gunfire)
(Magpul FMG-9 13/33 9x19mm remaining.)
(You are being hunted by the Cosplay Faction. They look mostly harmless, but they seem to have some very large swords...)
(You have gained favour with The Cartel. If you meet one of their members you could let them know about how you delivered the Fat Man to Hiroshima, and claim a reward...)
>So your name was Matt... Miller. Matthew Miller. And you did strange voices and impersonations for internet fans. Hmmm. >Well you have a gun now. Scramble over the wall and rescue the Chained Maiden. She has gone a bit quiet...>Fold the machine pistol back into a box and conceal it>Leave it ready and unfolded (assume this unless otherwise)>Circle round the block and try and approach the area behind the brick wall from an unexpected direction. This may take some time.>Return to the heaps of waste by the rail embankment and scavenge for another item. You can choose another different one from the 1d12 list here >>5160782>Something else...? 