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Post by Max Rockatansky on Sept 20, 2021 4:26:48 GMT
Story Summary: The Martian capital city, Olympus over many millennia grew into a prosperous and vibrant metropolis. The vehicular waste made by the ever running factories of the city was discarded into the outskirts of the city. This area would come to be known as the Wasteland. Here, groups of raiders, scavengers and warlords were constantly at war over resources and vehicle parts. Olympus tolerated their presence as long as they kept the chaos in the Wastelands. Here, the grand story of vehicular combat, oil wars and water wars begins. Story Timeline: TBA Story Approved here: agamingworld.boards.net/post/776/thread . |
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Post by Max Rockatansky on Sept 20, 2021 4:27:17 GMT
Martian Capital Map. It took me an hour to make this.  |
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Post by Max Rockatansky on Sept 22, 2021 14:50:16 GMT
24th August, 7025. Max woke up in the morning when the streaming rays of the sun entered his rented room. Looking out of the window he saw the reddish sky illuminated by the rising sun. As he looked down the city walls of Olympus he could see the distant wasteland. He intended to go there today to get some loot. But first, he had to get some parts to fix his interceptor. He got up and wore his jacket. He left the inn and went outside. He stepped into the narrow streets and started to make his way to the Carjet market. After 10 minutes of walking he reached the entrance of the market. "Time to get those parts", he thought as he entered the market. |
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Post by Max Rockatansky on Sept 23, 2021 14:02:28 GMT
24th August, 7025. Max entered the market. He navigated through the crowd to reach the car parts shop. He entered the shop and saw that there were ten people in the shop. "This might take a while", he thought. Max went to the shelves and started looking for an air intake for his interceptor. He found the air intake and took it from the shelf. Holding it in his arms he pushed through the people and dropped it on the counter in front of the shop owner. " That is a high-quality part! Eh!", said the shopkeeper. "I know, that is why I got it", Max said. He paid 50 dollars and put the air intake in his bag. He then left the shop and started to head towards the taxi stand. |
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Post by Max Rockatansky on Sept 24, 2021 13:29:51 GMT
24th August, 7025. Max entered the crowded taxi stand. He pushed his way through the crowds and reached an old four wheeler taxi. He nodded at the taxi driver and opened the vehicle door. He sat on the seat and told the Taxi Driver "Take me to the Junkyard Barrier". The Taxi Driver said "Sure, that will be 5 dollars". Max gave him the 5 dollars and saw the city roll by as the Taxi went through the streets. He saw the buildings become more and more run down as they reached the outskirts of the city. The taxi stopped once it reached the Junkyard Barrier. Max paid the driver and got off. "Time to do this", he thought. |
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