The Elbow Room

[Sarpek]

"I think the M134 takes chained .38 ammo. The pistols are 38s, I think, but you don't have the disentigrating chains.

[Definitely Not Axe Hack]

"That's nice and all. But do you have the ammo?"

[Sarpek]

"Yeah, I got a few boxes of .50, but they're partly used. Only about 75 rounds left, and this thing eats ammo."

[Definitely Not Axe Hack]

From a warehouse across the street, Axe Hack hides in the shadows pointing some sort of mini satellite dish at the Elbow Room Bar. The mini satellite dish thing is hooked up to headphones.

"Vulcan machine gun and spare ammo, huh? Seems worthy enough to steal..."

[Sarpek]

There is a loud click from behind Axe Hack as a round is racked into a shotgun. "You're life's not worth stealing, but I think I'll do it anyway." Roy Kilroy gives Axe one last glare through the lenses of an armored helmet, and pulls the trigger.

[Definitely Not Axe Hack]

The shotgun blast shatters a large block of wood. Roy's shot has missed as it seems Axe Hack was replaced by a large wooden doll. A note on the wooden doll reads, "Next time, leave the PKer alone. You don't know what tricks he has under his sleeves."

From across the street, the Elbow Room bar is seen in a cloud of thick smoke. A shadowy figure blasts out of the bar riding a sporty yellow motorcycle. The license plate reads, "Axe". Strapped to the back, is a large machine gun, along with numerous other heavy weaponry and their respected ammos. The bike heads dead north, into a horde of hungry zeds. Zombie parts fly all over the place as the bike rides through the horde towards the quarantine walls. Axe grabs a bazooka from the numerous weapons strapped on the back and aims it at the wall.

"Take this, lousy external mil-"

But Axe was never able to finish the sentence for a well placed missile from the external military blows Axe Hack and the large arsenal of weapons into smithereens.

((So...That good enough for ya for the Elbow Room to make a steady recovery to Urban Dead-ism? Or do you perfer something a little more? I mean...I got rid of the weapons and everything that don't belong.....))

[Sarpek]

Sarpek mutters to himself, and disappears into his room in the top floor. A few hours later, he walks downstairs carrying a large piece of Ironmongery. Four large cast-iron Barrels emerge from an oversized gripstock with several circuit boards and various wires soldered to it. Sarpek flips a switch, and the action falls open. He loads a charge constructed from a small fertilizer bomb with various metal shrapnel in it into each barrel, and closes the action. There is a beep, and a square of four LEDs lights up. "Everything seems to be in order. I call it the Four Winds." There is a beep, and one of the LEDs turns red. Sarpek gives the barrel a slap, and it turns green. "I'm still working out the bugs."

[Definitely Not Axe Hack]

((So much for my plan, then...Or...I can work with this...))

The DJ tries to look through the smoke.

"Four Winds? What's it-"

But before the DJ could finish, the device beeps and the smoke is blown out of the bar.

"-for? Oh...Nevermind..."

[Sarpek]

((It's a home-grown shotgun. It's hella inaccurate, and only does damage at close range, and is hard to make ammo for. What do you expect?))

A Rather scorched Sarpek stands there, missing both eyebrows, holding the shotgun, which promptly buzzes, all four lights red. "As I said. Bugs." He falls over. There is another bang, and a spoon embeds itself in the wall next to the DJ as a second barrel misfires.

[Definitely Not Axe Hack]

"Wait..if it was a weapon, what cleared the smoke out? There's no fans around here...except for the ceiling fans..."

Sarpek's weapon misfires again, this time a knife flying towards the DJ. Without thinking, the DJ takes out an axe and swings at the flying knife, knocking it back towards Sarpek. It embeds itself in the door, missing Sarpek by mere inches.

"Whoops. Sorry."

[Sarpek]

"It's okay..." Sarpek pulls two wires, and the device shuts off. "Short circuit. You got anything?"

[Definitely Not Axe Hack]

"A stockload of pistols and pistol clips under the floorboard your standing on. Go ahead. Here's a crowbar. Take a look yourself."

The DJ tosses Sarpek a crowbar.

[Sarpek]

Sarpek Catches the crowbar. "Hmmm... Got a HEV suit? Or do I have to make one?" He laughs.

[Definitely Not Axe Hack]

"No can do. But there's a stockload of flak jackets under the floorboards 5 foot to the right of those pistols."

[Sarpek]

"Hmmm. Thanks." Sarpek gets out the flak jackets, and begins to craft a HEV suit from them.