Posted on: March 15, 2011

Buttless_Boy
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Let me tell you a story.
So there I am, wandering the streets of Tarant, one of Arcanum's larger cities. I'm poking around garbage bins trying to find a pair of shoes for my embarrassingly naked companion - a rather intelligent half-orc who had been serving as an indentured servant at a freak show. He'd been made to act stupider than he truly was, but I managed to get him to fess up about his brains by guiding the conversation toward black tea preferences... But I digress. So me and my Earl Grey sipping chum are wandering around looking for some free clothes when we bump into what appears to be a group of striking workers. They, too, are half-orcs (and a few full orcs), and they're also finding themselves oppressed, in their case by harsh factory executives. It seems that there's a particular man guiding the orcs in their strike, so I walk up to him, but before I know it the cops are on the scene. I know this is bad; it must be, the intensely anti-union (and anti-orc) newspaper has made it clear that the chief of police is a genuine bigot and police brutalist extraordinaire. Naturally I shoot him. The chief of police. With a knife launched from an elephant gun. Things go downhill from there. So there I am, wandering the streets of Tarant, having massacred the bulk of the police force as well as the orc union after they got caught in the crossfire and attacked me as well. It's fair to say I'm feeling a little guilty about the whole thing. I probably could have talked my way out of that, used my persuasion skill to have the union and factory come to some agreement - but I can't help focusing my precious skill points elsewhere. There's this cool electric top hat I wanna learn to make. By some miracle my half-orc companion survived the riot, but with each bystander I gun down from the sidewalk (I can't let anyone find out about my massacre at the factory! Far too embarrassing) he gets more and more upset with me. Apparently attacking civilians isn't part of his moral code. Being a pragmatist, I take him out before he can betray me. Finally the city seems nigh-deserted and I wander back to my room at the local brothel. Although somewhat upset with me for destroying her town, the madame eventually sees reason and rents me a room. She asks if I'd like some company. After a hard day, who could say no to that? Unfortunately, I already spent most of my cash on some neat armor for my half-orc friend. You know, the one I left lying in a gutter somewhere. She offers a budget option. A decidedly quadrupedal budget option. So that's the story of how I went from cultured progressive to mass murderer in an evening, then went back to my hotel and had sex with a sheep.
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