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[The Mayor]

http://www.votemayor.com/?p=269

Elected Command: Dive for the dinged bat.

Purely on impulse, Sammy dives for the dinged bat. Harshly smacking down onto the charred floor, he deftly clasps the club’s taped handle. Defensively retaliating, the lurching soldier pins Sammy’s wrist down with his smudged leather shoe.

Pressure mounting, Sammy can’t help but rubberneck the deteriorating ceiling. A flurry of combusted paneling clatters downward, as the bewildered soldier tightly grits his teeth, angling to strike.

“Go!” shouts Sammy. The Cosa Nostra member freezes, an impression of curious confusion wiping over his face.
“Get outta here, before this joint ends us both!” pleads Sammy, vocal cords straining, rogue flame catching his suit jacket. Pressure lifting, the soldier remains motionless.

“Go tell The Family that Uncle Gonzo lives! Craven used us!“ spouts Sammy. Illustrating quizzical mercy, the uncertain soldier shifts from off the slim wrist, allowing Sammy to urgently toss aside his jacket, now partially lit aflame.

With no further words or glances shared between, the two Mafioso brothers sprint toward the entrance, only to violently bang into the thick swinging doors.

“Blocked! From the outside! Drat, drat, dratty drat drat!” chokes Sammy, frantically pacing about. A firm grip sinks into his shoulder blade, ear forcefully drawn to the stoic soldier’s bloodied lips.

“Trrrait…Ooor.” croaks the soldier, before grappling Sammy from off the ground. Inherently turning limp, Sammy is furiously ejected out of Bar Nun’s patchwork street window, as its tattered roofing collapses completely.

Hitting the wet outside pavement, Sammy painfully rolls flat onto his back. Fully ignoring the broken shards of thin pane glass digging into his elbow, he morosely arises to watch his favorite bar stool, along with his favorite bar, in his favorite town, shrivels into nothing more than a chaotic wreckage of indescribable cinder.

Sister Mister’s battered Punky Princess motoscooter lay propped against the entrance doors.

Sammy watches, as that’s what he does best in life. He watches alone, as the morning sun dimly rises. He watches, planning.

Planning… For an election.

[Arc]

Player generated command for Sammy with the most votes after 45 hours will be elected.

[Brentai]

eBay the motorscooter.

[Arc]

Pawn motoscooter leading with a commanding singular vote.

[Niku]

Ride motorscooter into gorgeous sunrise, pondering on past events.

[Disposable Ninja]

Ask The Mayor for a bailout.

[Brentai]

[Defenestration]

Search for signs of Sister Mister!

[McDohl]

 

[Arc]

Audio added.

Feel free to ask questions for possibilities.

[Defenestration]

Oh, is the fire contained? Because if not, it might be wise to let the Mayor know, lest it spread to his current hangout.

[Brentai]

He was sort of in the kitchen when the bar imploded.

Theoretically his hand's going to burst through the wreckage like Shredder, but it's a question of when.

[Detonator]

I figured The Mayor escaped through the kitchen with Gonzo while Sammy ran further into the establishment to look at the fire for some reason.

[Lady Duke]

I'd like to go in search of Sister Mister as well, because what the hell.  Seriously.

[Arc]

The smoldering rubble is high enough so that Sammy can't see back to the kitchen, and the walls have imploded into the adjacent alley ways. The walls of the neighboring buildings are charred black from the smoke, but otherwise unharmed. Perhaps he could try to climb over the ruins, or attempt to take the route around the long, and twisty town block to reach the back.

[The Mayor]

Elected Command: Search for signs of Sister Mister’s whereabouts.