Banished/Arrival - Revision history

Magic.Word at 21:13, 19 March 2017

Magic.Word — Sun, 19 Mar 2017 21:13:15 GMT

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-	You ~~find yourself on~~ a ~~old free way, cutting straight through~~ a ~~dry~~, ~~bleak landscape~~. ~~The ground is cracked~~. ~~A hundred old car wrecks line~~ the ~~roadroad~~.	+	You're sitting in an APC with your hands cuffed to a metal railing behind your back and you've got a bag over your head. Even though you can't see, you can feel the vehicle moving; it's been driving for what seems like an eternity. It's been mostly quiet, but you know there are other convicts with you. And of course, thers's the New Hope gendarmes that are guarding you.


-	You and seven other people stand in a line, condemned criminals just like you. The gendarmes who brought you here are loitering around the parked APC, stretcing their legs, lighting cigarettes, exchanging some light-hearted banter and you hear one taking a leak behind the vehicle; they wear black uniforms, barretts, combat vests and are heavily armed. They're cheerful. You and your fellow convicts however are not, and even though you don't know each other, you and your brothers and sisters in misery exchange worried glances. One of them is middle aged, with grey hair and glasses. He looks like a family man. Another is his opposite, clean shaven and scarred with a predatory look about him and tatoos. The third one is a severly overweight woman in her thirtees, with tears rolling down her eyes. The forth one is a guy, twentysomething, who's trying to ~~put on~~ a ~~tough face. The fifth one is a middle aged man with a tired~~, ~~resigned look in his eyes; you know him, he's a known drunk. The sixth one is a pretty woman in her late twenties. The seventh is a untidy guy with a lazy eye and teeth to big.~~	+	"It's a shame that we have to kick out such a babe, right?"


-	~~The saergent steps forward. A cigarette is dangling from his mouth~~, ~~and you see your reflection in his sun glasses~~.	+	"Yeah, she's gorgeous."


-	~~"We've got some presents for~~ you.~~" They grab~~ a ~~couple of backpacks from the APC, one for each convict~~, and ~~throws them in a pile. "But~~ before ~~we let~~ you ~~scuttle off to enjoy your new home, we're going to have~~ a ~~little competition~~."	+	You feel a hand on your thigh, and you realize that the guards are talking about you. You shake your leg a few times, and he eventually lets go but not before ggiving you a squeeze.


-	~~He smiles~~.	+	"The Wasteland's going to love you, baby. "


-	~~"One of~~ you is going ~~to be the~~ ''~~gimp~~''~~. He won~~'~~t get a backpack~~, ~~and we~~'~~ll leave~~ the ~~hand cuffs on..~~."	+	You shift nervously and try not to think about where you're going. Everything you know about life outside of New Hope you learned from movies, but if it's half way as bad, well... no, ''que sera sera'': Whatever will be, will be. The ride drags along, you relive every significant point in your life, thinking about the people you've met and the choices you've made.


-	~~Four stones are placed on the ground, forming a square, and you start to get a feeling for whats going on. It's a makeshift fighting ring~~.	+	The APC stops.


-	"~~You're going to step in the ring~~ and ~~slug it out, it's going to be a tournament, and then we'll decide who's lost. The ''winner'' will get the extra backpack~~. ~~The loser won't get shit~~."	+	"Ladies and gentlemen. This is your stop."


-	~~[[Banished/Roadside boxing~~, ~~participate happily\|You nod a few time and stares at~~ your ~~fellow convicts with a wicked smile; this is a great idea,~~ and you'~~ll be happy to smash a few faces~~.]]	+	Someone unfastens you from the metal bar but leave the cuffs on, then drags you to your feet and pulls you out of the vehicle. You feel asphalt under your feet and the sun on your skin. It's warm outside.

-	~~[[Banished/Roadside boxing, participate reluctantly\|You shift nervously. You really don't want to do this, but you have no choice.]]~~

-	~~[[Banished/Roadside boxing, participate - refuse\|You take a step back and stares straight at the saergent.~~ "I'm ~~not taking part in your twisted game. I refuse~~ to ~~fight~~."]]	+	"I'm going to take the bag of, but don't move or you'll get shot." You feel what can only be the barrel of a gun press against your soft breast, and you nod.

-	[[Banished/~~Roadside boxing, alternative~~\|~~There's nothing to be gained from fighting, but perhaps you can use~~ your ~~feminine charms~~ to ~~satisfy them instead~~]]	+
		+	The hood is pulled of.
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		+	[[Banished/Arrival party\|You blink a few times before your eyes adjust to the strong sunlight]]



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Magic.Word at 19:57, 19 March 2017

Magic.Word — Sun, 19 Mar 2017 19:57:52 GMT

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	[[Banished/Roadside boxing, participate reluctantly\|You shift nervously. You really don't want to do this, but you have no choice.]]		[[Banished/Roadside boxing, participate reluctantly\|You shift nervously. You really don't want to do this, but you have no choice.]]

-	[[Banished/Roadside boxing, participate, refuse\|You take a step back and stares straight at the saergent. "I'm not taking part in your twisted game. I refuse to fight."]]	+	[[Banished/Roadside boxing, participate - refuse\|You take a step back and stares straight at the saergent. "I'm not taking part in your twisted game. I refuse to fight."]]

	[[Banished/Roadside boxing, alternative\|There's nothing to be gained from fighting, but perhaps you can use your feminine charms to satisfy them instead]]		[[Banished/Roadside boxing, alternative\|There's nothing to be gained from fighting, but perhaps you can use your feminine charms to satisfy them instead]]

Magic.Word at 19:54, 19 March 2017

Magic.Word — Sun, 19 Mar 2017 19:54:42 GMT

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-	[[Banished/Roadside boxing, ~~awsome!~~\|You nod a few time and stares at your fellow convicts with a wicked smile; this is a great idea, and you'll be happy to smash a few faces.]]	+	[[Banished/Roadside boxing, participate happily\|You nod a few time and stares at your fellow convicts with a wicked smile; this is a great idea, and you'll be happy to smash a few faces.]]

-	[[Banished/Roadside boxing, ~~reluctant~~\|You shift nervously. You really don't want to do this, but you have no choice.]]	+	[[Banished/Roadside boxing, participate reluctantly\|You shift nervously. You really don't want to do this, but you have no choice.]]

-	[[Banished/Roadside boxing, ~~enough~~\|You take a step back and stares straight at the saergent. "I'm not taking part in your twisted game. I refuse to fight."]]	+	[[Banished/Roadside boxing, participate, refuse\|You take a step back and stares straight at the saergent. "I'm not taking part in your twisted game. I refuse to fight."]]

	[[Banished/Roadside boxing, alternative\|There's nothing to be gained from fighting, but perhaps you can use your feminine charms to satisfy them instead]]		[[Banished/Roadside boxing, alternative\|There's nothing to be gained from fighting, but perhaps you can use your feminine charms to satisfy them instead]]

Czarzs at 02:34, 16 March 2016

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-	You and seven other people stand in a line, condemned criminals just like you. The gendarmes who brought you here are loitering around the parked APC, stretcing their legs, lighting cigarettes, exchanging some light-hearted banter and you hear one taking a leak behind the vehicle; they wear black uniforms, barretts, combat vests are heavily armed. They're ~~cheerfull~~. You and your fellow convicts however are not, and even though you don't know each other, you and your brothers and sisters in misery exchange worried glances. One of them is middle aged, with grey hair and glasses. He looks like a family man. Another is his opposite, clean shaven and scarred with a predatory look about him and tatoos. The third one is a severly overweight woman in her thirtees, with tears rolling down her eyes. The forth one is a guy, twentysomething, who's trying to put on a tough face. The fifth one is a middle aged man with a tired, resigned look in his eyes; you know him, he's a known drunk. The sixth one is a pretty woman in her late twenties. The seventh is a untidy guy with a lazy eye and teeth to big.	+	You and seven other people stand in a line, condemned criminals just like you. The gendarmes who brought you here are loitering around the parked APC, stretcing their legs, lighting cigarettes, exchanging some light-hearted banter and you hear one taking a leak behind the vehicle; they wear black uniforms, barretts, combat vests and are heavily armed. They're cheerful. You and your fellow convicts however are not, and even though you don't know each other, you and your brothers and sisters in misery exchange worried glances. One of them is middle aged, with grey hair and glasses. He looks like a family man. Another is his opposite, clean shaven and scarred with a predatory look about him and tatoos. The third one is a severly overweight woman in her thirtees, with tears rolling down her eyes. The forth one is a guy, twentysomething, who's trying to put on a tough face. The fifth one is a middle aged man with a tired, resigned look in his eyes; you know him, he's a known drunk. The sixth one is a pretty woman in her late twenties. The seventh is a untidy guy with a lazy eye and teeth to big.


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-	"We've got ~~som~~ presents for you." They grab a couple of backpacks from the APC, one for each convict, and throws them in a pile. "But before we let you scuttle off to enjoy your new home, we're going to have a little competition."	+	"We've got some presents for you." They grab a couple of backpacks from the APC, one for each convict, and throws them in a pile. "But before we let you scuttle off to enjoy your new home, we're going to have a little competition."


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-	Four stones is placed on the ground, forming a square, and you start to get a feeling for whats going on. It's a makeshift fighting ring.	+	Four stones are placed on the ground, forming a square, and you start to get a feeling for whats going on. It's a makeshift fighting ring.

Magic.Word at 17:54, 29 November 2015

Magic.Word — Sun, 29 Nov 2015 17:54:15 GMT

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	[[Banished/Roadside boxing, reluctant\|You shift nervously. You really don't want to do this, but you have no choice.]]		[[Banished/Roadside boxing, reluctant\|You shift nervously. You really don't want to do this, but you have no choice.]]

-	[[Banished/Roadside boxing, ~~refuse~~\|You take a step back and stares straight at the saergent. "I'm not taking part in your twisted game. I refuse to fight."]]	+	[[Banished/Roadside boxing, enough\|You take a step back and stares straight at the saergent. "I'm not taking part in your twisted game. I refuse to fight."]]

	[[Banished/Roadside boxing, alternative\|There's nothing to be gained from fighting, but perhaps you can use your feminine charms to satisfy them instead]]		[[Banished/Roadside boxing, alternative\|There's nothing to be gained from fighting, but perhaps you can use your feminine charms to satisfy them instead]]

Magic.Word at 20:08, 28 November 2015

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-	~~New Athens-~~-your ~~home~~, ~~where~~ you'~~ve spent~~ your ~~entite life--~~is ~~nowhere~~ to ~~be seen; it was expectd obviously~~, ~~but~~ you'~~ve never been outside~~ and ~~you shudder~~.	+	You and seven other people stand in a line, condemned criminals just like you. The gendarmes who brought you here are loitering around the parked APC, stretcing their legs, lighting cigarettes, exchanging some light-hearted banter and you hear one taking a leak behind the vehicle; they wear black uniforms, barretts, combat vests are heavily armed. They're cheerfull. You and your fellow convicts however are not, and even though you don't know each other, you and your brothers and sisters in misery exchange worried glances. One of them is middle aged, with grey hair and glasses. He looks like a family man. Another is his opposite, clean shaven and scarred with a predatory look about him and tatoos. The third one is a severly overweight woman in her thirtees, with tears rolling down her eyes. The forth one is a guy, twentysomething, who's trying to put on a tough face. The fifth one is a middle aged man with a tired, resigned look in his eyes; you know him, he's a known drunk. The sixth one is a pretty woman in her late twenties. The seventh is a untidy guy with a lazy eye and teeth to big.


-	~~You stand together with six other people, condemned criminals just like you.~~ The gendarmes who brought you here--wearing black uniforms, barretts and combat vestsare--are loitering around the parked APC, stretcing their legs, joking, lighting cigarettes, you hear one taking a leak behind their vehicle. ~~They're cheerfull. You and your fellow convicts however are not, and you exchange worried glances. One of them is middle aged, with grey hair and glasses. He looks like a family man. Another~~ is his ~~opposite~~, ~~clean shaven~~ and scarred with a predatory look about him and tatoos. The third one is a severly overweight woman in her thirtees, with tears rolling down her eyes. The forth one is a guy, twentysomething, who's trying to put on a tough face. The fifth one is a middle aged man with a tired, resigned look in his ~~eyes; you know him, he's a known drunk. The sixth one is a pretty woman in her late twenties. The seventh is a untidy guy with a lazy eye and teeth to big~~.	+	The saergent steps forward. A cigarette is dangling from his mouth, and you see your reflection in his sun glasses.


-	~~The saergent steps forward.~~	+	"We've got som presents for you." They grab a couple of backpacks from the APC, one for each convict, and throws them in a pile. "But before we let you scuttle off to enjoy your new home, we're going to have a little competition."
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-	"We've got som presents for you." They grab a couple of backpacks from the APC, one for each convict, and throws them in a pile ~~on the ground~~. "But before we let you scuttle off to enjoy your new home, we're going to have a little competition."	+


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-	"One of you is going to be the ''gimp''~~; he~~ won't get a backpack, and we'll leave the hand cuffs on..."	+	"One of you is going to be the ''gimp''. He won't get a backpack, and we'll leave the hand cuffs on..."

Magic.Word at 19:55, 20 November 2015

Magic.Word — Fri, 20 Nov 2015 19:55:11 GMT

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-	You stand together with six other people, condemned criminals just like you. The gendarmes who brought you here--wearing black uniforms, barretts and combat vestsare--are loitering around the parked APC, stretcing their legs, joking, lighting cigarettes, you hear one taking a leak behind their vehicle. They're cheerfull. You and your fellow convicts however are not, and you exchange worried glances. One of them is middle aged, with grey hair and glasses. He looks like a family man. Another is his opposite, clean shaven and scarred with a predatory look about him and tatoos. The third one is a severly overweight woman in her thirtees, with tears rolling down her eyes. The forth one is a guy, twentysomething, who's trying to put on a tough face. The fifth one is a middle aged man with a tired, resigned look in his eyes; you know him, he's a known drunk. The sixth one is a pretty woman in her late twenties.	+	You stand together with six other people, condemned criminals just like you. The gendarmes who brought you here--wearing black uniforms, barretts and combat vestsare--are loitering around the parked APC, stretcing their legs, joking, lighting cigarettes, you hear one taking a leak behind their vehicle. They're cheerfull. You and your fellow convicts however are not, and you exchange worried glances. One of them is middle aged, with grey hair and glasses. He looks like a family man. Another is his opposite, clean shaven and scarred with a predatory look about him and tatoos. The third one is a severly overweight woman in her thirtees, with tears rolling down her eyes. The forth one is a guy, twentysomething, who's trying to put on a tough face. The fifth one is a middle aged man with a tired, resigned look in his eyes; you know him, he's a known drunk. The sixth one is a pretty woman in her late twenties. The seventh is a untidy guy with a lazy eye and teeth to big.

Magic.Word at 19:53, 20 November 2015

Magic.Word — Fri, 20 Nov 2015 19:53:03 GMT

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-	You stand together with six other people, condemned criminals just like you. The gendarmes who brought you here--wearing black uniforms, barretts and combat vestsare--are loitering around the parked APC, stretcing their legs, joking, lighting cigarettes, you hear one taking a leak behind their vehicle. They're cheerfull. You and your fellow convicts however are not, and you exchange worried glances. One of them is middle aged, with grey hair and glasses. He looks like a family man. Another is his opposite, clean shaven and scarred with a predatory look about him and tatoos.	+	You stand together with six other people, condemned criminals just like you. The gendarmes who brought you here--wearing black uniforms, barretts and combat vestsare--are loitering around the parked APC, stretcing their legs, joking, lighting cigarettes, you hear one taking a leak behind their vehicle. They're cheerfull. You and your fellow convicts however are not, and you exchange worried glances. One of them is middle aged, with grey hair and glasses. He looks like a family man. Another is his opposite, clean shaven and scarred with a predatory look about him and tatoos. The third one is a severly overweight woman in her thirtees, with tears rolling down her eyes. The forth one is a guy, twentysomething, who's trying to put on a tough face. The fifth one is a middle aged man with a tired, resigned look in his eyes; you know him, he's a known drunk. The sixth one is a pretty woman in her late twenties.

Magic.Word at 19:44, 20 November 2015

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-	You stand together with six other people, condemned criminals just like you. The gendarmes who brought you here--wearing black uniforms, barretts and combat vestsare--are loitering around the parked APC, stretcing their legs, lighting cigarettes. They ~~seem~~ You and your fellow convicts are ~~dressed grey jump suits; a quickl glance lets~~ you ~~form an opinion: a grey heard guy~~ with glasses, a...	+	You stand together with six other people, condemned criminals just like you. The gendarmes who brought you here--wearing black uniforms, barretts and combat vestsare--are loitering around the parked APC, stretcing their legs, joking, lighting cigarettes, you hear one taking a leak behind their vehicle. They're cheerfull. You and your fellow convicts however are not, and you exchange worried glances. One of them is middle aged, with grey hair and glasses. He looks like a family man. Another is his opposite, clean shaven and scarred with a predatory look about him and tatoos.


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-	"~~Allright, first of all, we~~'ve got som presents for you." ~~The soldiers grabs~~ a couple of backpacks from the APC--one for each convict--and throws them in a pile on the ground. "But before we let you scuttle off, we're going to have a little competition."	+	"We've got som presents for you." They grab a couple of backpacks from the APC, one for each convict, and throws them in a pile on the ground. "But before we let you scuttle off to enjoy your new home, we're going to have a little competition."


-	He ~~gives a cruel smile~~.	+	He smiles.


-	"One of you won't get a backpack, and we'll leave the hand cuffs on. ~~But who?~~"	+	"One of you is going to be the ''gimp''; he won't get a backpack, and we'll leave the hand cuffs on..."


-	~~He places four~~ stones on the ground, and you~~'re starting~~ to get a feeling for whats going on. It's a makeshift fighting ring.	+	Four stones is placed on the ground, forming a square, and you start to get a feeling for whats going on. It's a makeshift fighting ring.


-	"You're going to step in the ring and slug it out, it's going to be a tournament, and then we'll decide who's ~~the loser~~. The winner will get the extra backpack~~, the~~ loser won't get shit."	+	"You're going to step in the ring and slug it out, it's going to be a tournament, and then we'll decide who's lost. The ''winner'' will get the extra backpack. The loser won't get shit."


-	[[Banished/Roadside boxing, awsome!\|You ~~step up to the ring, you have no problem~~ with this~~. Who~~'~~s getting the first asskicking~~.]]	+	[[Banished/Roadside boxing, awsome!\|You nod a few time and stares at your fellow convicts with a wicked smile; this is a great idea, and you'll be happy to smash a few faces.]]

-	[[Banished/Roadside boxing, reluctant\|You really don't want to do this, but you have no choice.]]	+	[[Banished/Roadside boxing, reluctant\|You shift nervously. You really don't want to do this, but you have no choice.]]

-	[[Banished/Roadside boxing, refuse\|You ~~shake your head~~. "I'm not taking part in your twisted game.]]	+	[[Banished/Roadside boxing, refuse\|You take a step back and stares straight at the saergent. "I'm not taking part in your twisted game. I refuse to fight."]]

-	[[Banished/Roadside boxing, alternative\|~~You don~~'~~t want~~ to ~~fight;~~ perhaps you can ~~offer yourself~~ to them instead]]	+	[[Banished/Roadside boxing, alternative\|There's nothing to be gained from fighting, but perhaps you can use your feminine charms to satisfy them instead]]



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Magic.Word at 19:27, 20 November 2015

Magic.Word — Fri, 20 Nov 2015 19:27:39 GMT

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-	New Athens, is nowhere to be seen~~, which~~ was expectd, but ~~still a bit since~~ you've never been outside ~~it's still a bit shocking~~.	+	New Athens--your home, where you've spent your entite life--is nowhere to be seen; it was expectd obviously, but you've never been outside and you shudder.


-	You stand together with six other people, condemned criminals just like you. ~~facing~~ you ~~is five soldiers the soldiers~~ wearing black uniforms, combat ~~vests~~, ~~helmets and sunglassesms. Two of them are pointing~~ their ~~rifles at you~~. You and your fellow ~~unlucky ones~~ are ~~all~~ dressed ~~inte same~~ grey ~~jum~~ suits; a quickl glance lets you form an opinion: a grey heard guy with glasses, a...	+	You stand together with six other people, condemned criminals just like you. The gendarmes who brought you here--wearing black uniforms, barretts and combat vestsare--are loitering around the parked APC, stretcing their legs, lighting cigarettes. They seem You and your fellow convicts are dressed grey jump suits; a quickl glance lets you form an opinion: a grey heard guy with glasses, a...

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	[[Banished/Roadside boxing, participate reluctantly\|You shift nervously. You really don't want to do this, but you have no choice.]]		[[Banished/Roadside boxing, participate reluctantly\|You shift nervously. You really don't want to do this, but you have no choice.]]

-	[[Banished/Roadside boxing, participate, refuse\|You take a step back and stares straight at the saergent. "I'm not taking part in your twisted game. I refuse to fight."]]	+	[[Banished/Roadside boxing, participate - refuse\|You take a step back and stares straight at the saergent. "I'm not taking part in your twisted game. I refuse to fight."]]

	[[Banished/Roadside boxing, alternative\|There's nothing to be gained from fighting, but perhaps you can use your feminine charms to satisfy them instead]]		[[Banished/Roadside boxing, alternative\|There's nothing to be gained from fighting, but perhaps you can use your feminine charms to satisfy them instead]]

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-	[[Banished/Roadside boxing, ~~awsome!~~\|You nod a few time and stares at your fellow convicts with a wicked smile; this is a great idea, and you'll be happy to smash a few faces.]]	+	[[Banished/Roadside boxing, participate happily\|You nod a few time and stares at your fellow convicts with a wicked smile; this is a great idea, and you'll be happy to smash a few faces.]]

-	[[Banished/Roadside boxing, ~~reluctant~~\|You shift nervously. You really don't want to do this, but you have no choice.]]	+	[[Banished/Roadside boxing, participate reluctantly\|You shift nervously. You really don't want to do this, but you have no choice.]]

-	[[Banished/Roadside boxing, ~~enough~~\|You take a step back and stares straight at the saergent. "I'm not taking part in your twisted game. I refuse to fight."]]	+	[[Banished/Roadside boxing, participate, refuse\|You take a step back and stares straight at the saergent. "I'm not taking part in your twisted game. I refuse to fight."]]

	[[Banished/Roadside boxing, alternative\|There's nothing to be gained from fighting, but perhaps you can use your feminine charms to satisfy them instead]]		[[Banished/Roadside boxing, alternative\|There's nothing to be gained from fighting, but perhaps you can use your feminine charms to satisfy them instead]]

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	[[Banished/Roadside boxing, reluctant\|You shift nervously. You really don't want to do this, but you have no choice.]]		[[Banished/Roadside boxing, reluctant\|You shift nervously. You really don't want to do this, but you have no choice.]]

-	[[Banished/Roadside boxing, ~~refuse~~\|You take a step back and stares straight at the saergent. "I'm not taking part in your twisted game. I refuse to fight."]]	+	[[Banished/Roadside boxing, enough\|You take a step back and stares straight at the saergent. "I'm not taking part in your twisted game. I refuse to fight."]]

	[[Banished/Roadside boxing, alternative\|There's nothing to be gained from fighting, but perhaps you can use your feminine charms to satisfy them instead]]		[[Banished/Roadside boxing, alternative\|There's nothing to be gained from fighting, but perhaps you can use your feminine charms to satisfy them instead]]