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>Interrogate him. You need to know everything about the MUTANT KING he knows.
>Threaten to recrush his dick if he doesn't oblige.
You grab the knelt GUN KING by the shoulder and press your forehead against his helmet, eyes narrow. “You’re going to tell me everything you know about the MUTANT KING. Starting with where it lives.” You snarl. “Or I’m button mashing whatever’s left of your dick into paste.”
“Pah! Whatever. I’ve got spares–though, not much skin off my back if I let you in on a little, though..” The GUN KING mocks your threat, but you can tell you’ve cowed him well enough with his half-crushed dick to bend to the threat of a whole-crushed dick. “Fine. You want to know how I became the GUN KING, you little pissant?”
“That’s not what I asked.” You cock your head.
“It wasn’t because of my rippling, all natural chicken-and-broccoli based physique. Just look around you! Look at our capital! PARABELLUM!” He uses his free hand to wave to his capital city in a grandiose show of pride. “We have industry and commerce! Engineers and agriculture! Rollback netcode! THIS is a society–a KINGDOM. I was crowned GUN KING by the true WASTELAND KING because I had the makings of a king.”
“Still not what I asked." You crack your knuckles.
“The MUTANT KING.. the MUTANT KING earned its crown by might and might alone. Not because it’s a ruler. Not because it built a kingdom. That “king” is the only thing in the wasteland to have challenged the WASTELAND KING in combat and survived.” He spits on the ground. “It earned a spot of land east of here. The MUTANT KINGDOM. A shithole of killers and thieves–all the detritus wash up on its shores. The only ones who choose to live there are the crazy, the stupid, and the ones with no where else to turn. And the fast food selection is garbage. We're talking some bottom of the barrel Chinese food.”
"Right. East of here, then. How much 'East?'" You glare.
“About a couple days with a good vehicle by my reckoning. Doubt you’ll get there before the mutant king gets bored and decides to scarf your pet eggplant down with some parmesan.” He grins smugly. “And when you do make it.. the MUTANT KING isn’t much of a KING by my estimation, but it is a KILLER. We’re talking something that took on the WASTELAND KING. It’s going to turn you inside out and outside in again just for the fun it, GORILLA HOBO.”
>Leave PARABELLUM immediately. You need to drive to the mutant kingdom.
>Demand a driver. You can't drive the bulldozer alone. Duke Nasu handled that.
>Crush GUN DICK anyway.
>Check inventory.
>[Write-In.]
