Bar Fights and Massive Brawls: Character Choices and Conflicts of Interest

Hey, everyone and welcome back to another edition of the Writing Evolution of The Diary of The Wasteland Bear God. This time we are digging right in, right where we left off.

The Bear God and Ben are enjoying a drink and are interrupted by a fiasco involving some denizens of the Wasteland. Things should be getting hot and heavy, with some fists flying and whatnot right? Well, the Bear God is in a bit of a slump. As such, he lets his Left Hand exercise his new prowess. However, he gives an ultimatum if he is disturbed.

We also bring in some Deathclaws as a guest appearance. I thought it would be fun to include the whole gang really. At this point, I had mapped out a Deathclaw side story and such. Well, I thought it would probably get too hectic. I decided against it and incorporates some bits into the major arch as we progressed. Oh, we also have Super Mutants.

I also wanted to give this episode a touch to the 1989 movie Road House with Patrick Swayze. It’s a bar. It’s rowdy. Shit is going to hit the fan. I thought. . .fitting. Plus, bar fights are fun to have your characters throw down and get dirty.

There’s a lot of action and pop culture and fun stuff here. So. . .enjoy! There’s more tomorrow!

Until next time.


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The Diary of the Wasteland Bear God

Season One: Episode Sixteen

[Road House]

[A bloodied holotape is enclosed]

“Well, well, what do we have here? A bear and its Mirelurk bitch?” One of the Raiders remarked.
A Gunner got into a shoving match with a Raider. “The only bitch I see here is you. Did you get off your leash? Lose your balls in your whore’s purse?”
A Raider eyed a Synth up and down. “I’m going to enjoy using your skull as my next pocket pal.”
“Your logic is flawed, as is your organic body. You will now be destroyed,” replied a Synth.
“I’m going to enjoy kicking your ass all over the Wasteland,” quipped a Gunner.
[The Mighty Bear God growled menacingly]
“You guys are enjoying each other way too much. Maybe you should all just get a room and go fuck each other. I’m just trying to have a drink here. So, if you could please shut the hell up and take your ‘foreplay’ elsewhere, that’d be great.” He slammed his empty glass down on the bar counter. “Another please!”
Now, again, all eyes were upon him and the Mirelurk that whispered in his ear.
“Want me to take care of it?” Ben clattered his claws, surveying the perpetrators.
[The Mighty Bear God sighed heavily]
“If you want to handle this, go for it. However, if they disturb me while I am drinking and I spill even a drop. . .Maker help me, I will destroy someone’s ass.”
Ben nodded. “Noted.”
He turned and approached the mass of men and women and machines that loitered the front door of the bar. “I trust we can take this outside, so as not to incur the wrath of The Mighty Bear God.”
“FUCK YOU,” a Raider yelled as they reached for their pistol and started to shoot up the place. “This is our turf! Get out!”
An eruption over whose. . .turf. . .this belonged to ensued.
Soon enough, everyone was outside, pushing, shoving, fornicating, blowing each other up, shooting one another. . .it was a real clusterfuck. Ben stood in the middle of it all, waiting for someone to make a move. When one would, it’d be the start of a massacre.

Lying in wait underground were a pair of Deathclaws. They watched as the crowd fought among itself. Silently, they spoke to one another.
“Do we strike now?”
“No. . .let them kill themselves off. If anything, we can just pick the remains. He is there after all. . .we’d only be signing our death warrants.”
One nodded in agreement, and recoiled.

“COME GET SOME, SUCKAS!” A Raider yelled wildly, shooing his gun about at anything, friend and foe alike.
Another Raider took note and shot him square between the eyes.
Synths muttered nonsense about ‘logic’ and ‘sensors’ and other robotic hubbub, while Gunners called out commands, and tried to maintain an order among the chaos. Raiders continued to bellow their war cries, lob grenades, and whatever. Ben still stood in the middle, waiting. They were killing each other off, without the need for his intervening.
He sighed. Should I just kill them all? Or should I just wait and see how this plays out?
“Ben, c’mere.” The Mighty Bear God called out to him.
Ben went inside the bar and stood next to the Bear God.
“Just sit and drink.”
Ben was a tad disheartened. “But there is killing to be done.”
“Not necessarily. They’ll kill each other off before anything.”
“You’ve. . .changed,” remarked Ben.
“You will, too, one day. When you get tired of things being on repeat.”
Ben sighed.
For then, the unfortunate happened. A Gunner was thrown into the bar by a Super Mutant, and struck The Mighty Bear God’s backside, causing him to spill a few drops of his beer. Ben looked over at the sad sap that laid crumpled, then up to the majestic Bear God.
“Pick out a song, Ben. It’s wrecking time!”
Ben went over to the jukebox and scanned the musical catalog. Meanwhile, The Mighty Bear God picked up the dead Gunner and dragged him outside. The streets were in total chaos, more so now than before. A squad of Super Mutants had shown up, along with more Synths, Raiders, Gunners, some mole rats, dogs, a Radscorpion, Bloatflies, Stingwings, and even some rogue Protectrons. It was a grand clusterfuck.

The Deathclaws observed the spectacle.
“What should we do?”
. . .
“Forget it. It’s about to get stupid here. Let’s fall back and watch elsewhere.”
The two slinked off using the old subway system.

“Hmm. . .how about this one?” Ben attempted to push a button on the jukebox, but his pincers were too large. “Dammit, all!” He looked around and found the frightened barkeep. “Hey, do you mind pressing the ‘play’ button for me please?”
The scared barkeep nodded and hurried over to the jukebox, pressed play, and then fled to his basement bunker.
Ben turned attentively to the jukebox, listening to his choice. “Sixty-minute man, sixty-minute ma-a-a-an.”
Ben tapped his claws to the music.
“Good choice, Ben,” shouted the Bear God from the streets. “Although, I don’t think we’ll be spending 60 minutes. Now, get out here and join me in giving these fine folks a good ole fashioned ass whooping.”
The Mighty Bear God wounded up his massive arms with the Gunner’s body and smashed it against the crowd. “ROAD HOUSE!”
All eyes laid upon the magnificent beast. It was the first time in the Commonwealth’s history, that feral beast, ghoul, Raider, Gunner, Super Mutant, and so on, joined together to try and stop the savagery of one, Mighty Wasteland Bear God.
Ben rolled himself tight into a ball and spun out to the street, smashing into foes, “Like a wrecking ball!”
Ben tossed Raiders, Gunners, Super Mutants, and more about the city square. Others fought one another, persistent in their hatred for each other, and the lack of love for The Mighty Bear God.
The magnificent beast hurled bodies left and right, squashing any that dared try to attack him. It was certain, that today would be the first and last day of any supposed alliance of the Wasteland denizens.
“I’m sick of you scum, thinking you own the whole damn place! The only thing you own is my foot up your ass sideways!” A Gunner yelled while planting his big black boot square up a Raider’s rear end.
“You’re nothing but walking sex bots! Get on your knees! Bow and service your masters!” A Raider cut off limbs of a Synth and forced it down; attempting to force himself upon it.
A mechanical robotic voice came from the Synth. “Your actions are illogical. Your fleshly needs mean nothing to me. Your methods of reproduction and preservation are obsolete. You will now be destroyed.”
Shortly after the warning, there was an explosion, and the Raider, the Gunner, and the Synth were obliterated. Well, at least to chunks.
Elsewhere on the street, Super Mutant suicide squads made quick efforts to blow up as many enemies as possible. They were quite efficient at it too, despite a number of Gunners and Raiders.
“Puny humans! Only good for going boom!” A Super Mutant hurled an overly explosive strapped Raider into a crowd of other Raiders. “Go be with your kind, human! Go boom!”
People attempted to flee but it was all for naught. The explosion created a small crater, a makeshift bowl almost, that held the bloody remains that sloshed about.
“Yeah! Boom! More boom!” The Super Mutant hurled another person into the fray.
“Enough!” The Mighty Bear God swiftly intercepted the poor sap, disarmed the explosives, and set them down.
“Thank you. Thank you so much!” The now-feed Raider shouted as it set off running full force.
Unfortunately, they didn’t make it far, as a Gunner shot them dead in the head.
“You lack discipline, and do not know your place!” The Bear God snorted. “Allow me to show you where your place is!”
In a single leap, the mighty bear was high on the air and soon fell just as fast with tremendous speed. He burned brilliantly in the fast setting day, blending the yellow, orange, and red of the evening sky. His paw was bright with the burning passion of justice.
“Hammer of the Reckoning!”
The crowd of assorted foes was vaporized. If not, they were left as a bloody stain upon the street.
Ben watched on, in awe, and also in fear. For he realized that the Bear God, was true as he was rumored to be. He could tell, though that there was more to the battle hardened beast. Things were about to take a turn for change [for the better].
Albeit, his bloodlust was not quite sated. . .so biting the head off of a Gunner would have to suffice.

The two Deathclaws watched on in horror, yet, in awe at the display of power.
“He is truly the one of legend.”
“Yes,” one nodded, “and we would be best to stay hidden. Let us dine, after our. . .gracious host leaves.
Slowly, the two made their way to entrance way to the subway; their mouths salivating at the gory remnants.

“Ben, clear up any stragglers. I’m going back to my drink. Join me when you’re done.” The Mighty Bear God slowly made his way back to the bar and drink.
“Of course,” Ben nodded.
As the mighty beast was out of earshot, and sight, Ben had come to the conclusion. “Let us see what adventures we may have. For if I am to grow, I see now I will come to more understanding under your tutelage. . .Master. However, if the moment presents itself, I will take your power and ascend!”
The Mirelurk snickered and smiled to itself, throwing aside a few carcasses and making his way to the bar to join the Bear God.

As the two mighty warriors drank, the Deathclaws made their way out and stole from the bloody mess, and then quickly retreated.
“Run, you fool!” One clamored as it hoarded a heaping helping before disappearing into the subway system.
The Mighty Bear God had already noted the intrusion but waited. “Don’t think I didn’t see you, or hear you. Now, you pay the price for your cowardice.”
Underground, a couple of low sounding ‘duds’ were heard. The bar rattled for a few seconds but settled back to its normal setting.
All was right in the world. For now. . .

[End holotape playback]


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