Badass Dragons of the Wasteland - Sign up here!

Hey everyone! I am the friend of @Garg, and am very interested in joining this game. I know I’m probably too late for Mission #1, but that’s fine, I’ll jump in at #2. What does the group need? A mule? Scout?

Thanks for the opportunity, I’m excited about this.
Wiz

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Given the game your avatar comes from, I’d say you should be a truck driving Mule :smile:

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There are a lot of Scouts and Mechanics, but fewer Mules and Escorts. You can be whatever you want, but I think that the game will be more fun for everybody if the roles are more balanced.

@Donald_Petersen, could you send him a registration form?

P.S. - Welcome!

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“It takes more than the vehicle is a mule - it also needs jackass spirit.”

We may be illiterate, but some of use can still work Google Translate

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Awwright, whose mother did he just insult?!

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Huh. You mean Egg Chen was insulting me the whole the time?

Yeah I guess that makes sense.

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I’m revved and ready, or waitlist me if there is too much rubber on the road.

Thanks for posting it on BB or I would have missed it.

I’ll wait for a PM with registration details or heartfelt condolences.

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@Donald_Petersen, please take note!

@Solomon, you should be good.

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Nothing escapes the wasteland!

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Are you looking for a signup form? If so, @Donald_Petersen is the fellow to talk to.

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Sorry I’m late!

Name - Fink
Make - Decrepit 1927 Ford Model T Coupe
Class - Escort

Hey, look. I was born ugly, man. Like, real ugly, right? Some cats think it was from the fallout, others assume I got mauled during The Great Cannibal-Zombie War. I can’t be bothered to correct them.

Back in the day I would hang with a gang of gearheads and drag racers out on Sandworm Flats. I was a kind of mascot, can you dig it? The gang was nearly finished fixing up an old beater, a rundown 1927 T- Model. They lost interest, dragged it behind the woodshed, and put two bullets in the hood. The gang left, and I stayed behind. Other cars purred or rumbled; this ride shrieked. Some kustoms were candy-coated dreams; the flames on this jalopy were painted in primer. I was in love.

Today, we soar over the irradiated dunes without a care in the world, tongue flying over my shoulder, pedal to the metal, like something that dragged itself from the Black Lagoon. I get in more crack-ups than anyone you’ll ever know, but it never shows. How could it with a busted mug like this?

In a world where everyone is racing to scrape the bottom of the barrel, we’re already the belles of the ball, baby.

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OOC: wow did you draw that?

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Yeah. My computer crashed last night, and I felt bad for not contributing, so I spent the evening thinking up a story and whipping up a sketch instead to make up for it. I might take another pass at it sometime when I’m not slumber stoned.

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That’s rad, look forward to more drawings as things progress.

cc: @pesco and @frauenfelder as they’ve got a thing for the ratfink stuff.

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00c: I agree, more sketches! :smiley:

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