Frank “Ziggy” Murdoch
Yo-yo on the Radio
Mundy “The Gourmet” Sweet
A few other dicks
This’ll be a forum for the downtime in Waco that our characters are experiencing. (Our group has decided to spend 1 month in downtime)
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Character Epilogue Index for Ant Invasion of Waco; or, How These Dicks Choose to Waste 730.484 Hours:
Mundy “The Gourmet” Sweet
“Where?” Mundy Sweet asked the man from the radio. Sweet could not for the life of him remember the mayor’s name. Why is that? Spite, maybe? It was not the man’s fault that it wasn’t the real AntAgonizer. There are just somethings outside a man’s control, and a woman’s bitchiness is one of them. At least I’m getting an establishment all my own, he thought.
The mayor pointed lazily at a nondescript building that had a huge dirty window, and said, “there”. Mundy looked at the place, shrugged, and dragged his weight towards it. To his surprise, the place had everything he needed really – a kitchen, a glass counter, and space enough for tables and seats. Of course it needed work, lots of it, but work that could be done in less than a month. Either the mayor knew exactly what Sweet was looking for or pure simple luck.
“Luck,” Sweet muttered to himself. He caught a reflection of himself from one of the displays.
His impressive bulk stood grotesque with the interior, his body out of place as always. He needed someone to run this place, he thought. Sooner or later the wanderlust will take hold of him, and who knows what he’ll do? This is his place now, he thought to himself, and the gravity of it suddenly hit him. It was the first real bid of permanence he ever had. Decades of running-and-gunning, scraping by the skin of his teeth. This was it. A place to call his own. If he ever wanted to just rest, this was it.
He’s left a part of himself in Waco now, whether he wanted to or not. Maybe even a home? Mundy Sweet pushed the thought out of his mind (“too soon,” he said), and placed more practical matters into it. He had to teach someone that’s for sure. Preparing, cooking, serving. The trade. He also needs to contract a supplier for meats and assorted supplies. One of his old buddies, maybe? Back when he used to run with the caravans. Plates, forks, knives. Ingredients: salt and pepper. Iguana, Brahmin, even Mirelurk meat. Sadly, he was fully aware that his specialty meats would not be as well-received in this community.
As his thoughts wandered Mundy suddenly felt the pangs of weakness gnawing at his insides. It wasn’t hunger. The drugs were starting to wear off. He had a lot of work to do, he knew this. So first on the agenda: to name the place.
It didn’t take him long, of course. It wasn’t even difficult at all. He grinned to himself a manic grin. He knew what he’d name the place, and it would be:
“Shanks for the Memories”
Odin den utspekulerte 1st year Sólmánuður 22nd day
By the Allfather’s beard we have claimed a great victory this day by slaying the AntAgonizer, second of her name. The victory feast threatened to break the tables upon which the platters of food sat. The only dish that I declined to sample was a small plate of strange meat that the Gourmet called, “Sapien Tartar.”
Odin den utspekulerte 1st year Sólmánuður 23rd day
By Loki’s deceiving mouth, I feel like a dozen frost giants are playing tönga honk with my head! (I believe that the mortals call this the war of tugging)
Odin den utspekulerte 1st year Heyannir 5th day
These mortals are weak! They collapse after only running only fifteen rosts. (as the mortals would say miles)
Ziggy’s Log – Stardate Eh…1, after The Second? Great Ant War of Waco:
After the thorough killing of the second AntAgonizer, apparently one of multiple Ant lieutenants or some such nonsense. The Mayor, “Yo-yo” has agreed to give me the rights to a sizable warehouse conveniently located behind Nicholas Castle’s church, free reign to what scraps of technology Waco had left lying about. three interns, two of which are of Asian heritage.
Despite my very confident assertion that I could potentially increase his powers of influence tenfold and make him immortal, Yo-Yo has insisted upon declining my offer to make him one with his radio station. While I am forced to respect his decision, I find his serious lack of vision irksome. Still, he seems largely fine with me conducting my projects as long as they don’t involve hard-wiring his biology into electronics.
Ziggy’s Log – Post-AntWar Stardate 5:
The mayor had a local named “Zeke” take me what Waco’s stockpile of what Zeke referred to as “Blinkin’ Nerd Shit.” I intend to sterilize Zeke sometime after I convince him I have developed a formula that will make his skin bulletproof.
My interns, Xiang, Daisuke, and Chet are all fairly intelligent (by the backwater standards most people seem to go by these days), eager to learn, and willing to work. They’ve all been extremely helpful in establishing my first serious workplace since Rudy came and SERIOUSLY FUCKED MY SHIT UP. Also, I’ve decided that I dislike Chet and his smugly tilted baseball cap.
There is much work to be done before Waco is made a truly suitable place to live. Before I leave, it will truly be a fortress for humanity.
Ziggy’s Log – Post-AntWar Stardate 9:
I fucking hate ants. I’ve dissected more goddamned arthropods than I ever cared to see in my life. Also, I’m fairly certain I’ll never get all the ant blood stains out of my coat. Even after boiling it in bleach, I still looks like a goddamn tie-dye hippy ‘save the trees’ researcher. The trees are gone for a reason. THEY KNOW WHAT THEY DID.
…Still no news on Rudy.
Ziggy’s Log – Post-AntWar Stardate 11:
We have finished repairing and upgrading Waco’s sewers and plumbing in general. I can finally shit again. I’ve felt like dying these last few weeks. Now to find some usable isotopes. Since the kind priest won’t share his, I’ll have to make my own reactor. Shouldn’t be too hard, I told the Interns to look for viable sources of nuclear fuel while I piece together what I can.
Ziggy’s Log – Post-AntWar Stardate 14:
The Interns came through, apparently there was an Uranium processing plant in Hobson, TX, nearly four hours South-Southwest of Waco. It’s dangerously close to the territory of Los Chupacabros, not to mention that I’m going to need to go through the Austin on the way there. Hopefully the rest of the gang will be willing to assist my expedition.
Michael “Redeye” Hume
Journal Entry #446
Nickolas and I have managed to deal with the threat of the AntAgonizer and her army of mutant, giant, Ants. But, Nickolas has heard another call from “God” to minister to the good people of Waco(read drug induced hallucinations), and decided to stay for a while.
Journal Entry #447
I managed with the help of Buddy, Mr. Murdoch and Mr. Sweet. To retrieve all my railgun bolts an most of the ammo that was expended during the fighting. And have repaired them. Also have asked permission to Renovate the Horowitz, “The Big Metal Penis” So that it be used as a Deploy-able Artillery and Mobile Reconnaissance Vehicle.