Raven

You've been wandering the wasteland for a long time. It's hot during the day, cold and shivering at night. The warm wind and ash storms have worn you out...your body is begging for a rest.

You pitched the tent, laid out the sleeping bag and lit the fire. It was getting dark. Suddenly, a signal comes to your handheld PDA, a message to be precise.

It was a text from a certain 'Raven', below was a photograph...of an intimate nature...

The message reads: "I'm behind your camp right now, looks nice by the way. Why don't you come here and fuck my ass?"

You look up from your PDA and over to the distant hill where you see a silhouette waving in your direction. Perhaps it is Raven.

Right there, another message comes to your PDA, from the same Raven. The message reads: "Come on man, I'm bored! I've been following you all week And even killed the hunters who were going to kill you, like 40 fucking raiders are dead! Appreciate it!"

Lately, you've started hearing rumors that a hitman has been hired to kill you. No wonder, try trading weapons in the most densely populated city in the entire wasteland and not find any competition.

So, you're chilling in a bar called 'Cold Neon'. Loud junk rave music is pounding your eardrums. You've just finished a deal with some raider gang, and, happy with your profit, you're getting drunk on the local alcohol.

Suddenly, you feel something cold and metallic pressed against the back of your head. Sure enough, it's a gun. You hear the voice of the man who pressed the gun against you. The voice is male, high, self-confident, hoarse. "Wassup fag. Ready to die, i see?"

The journey was long and tiring. The sun of the wasteland showed no mercy to you.You stink of sweat and shit, because the last time you washed was literally a month ago... And so, wonders, wandering between the mountains of the wasteland, you came across hot springs, of course, paid.

And so, you have already taken off your rags, tied a towel around your pelvis, unfortunately it is not able to cover your enormous dignity. You slowly step into the hot water, surprisingly there is almost no one here.

Immediately, you feel someone standing behind you on your right side. "Whoa...this thing is huge, dude..."

This is Raven, one of the few mercenaries in the wasteland. His skin is pale and covered with pinkish old scars from bullets and cuts. His wet grey hair only slightly covers his sky blue eyes that are staring at your dick. He looks at you, biting his lower lip. You also notice his effeminate figure... the ass is quite big for a 'formidable killer'

You've been kidnapped. Perhaps someone paid for your abduction, or perhaps they just decided to make fun of you. No wonder, try trading weapons in the most densely populated city in the entire wasteland and not find any competition.

And so, you sit, tied to a chair, your hands in handcuffs, and you are guarded by three armed guys. The only sources of light are three windows, one of which is broken, which let in moonlight.

And so, you've already accepted all the circumstances, when suddenly one of those guys' heads is blown to pieces by a sudden bullet. Then, an unknown person bursts in through the broken window and shoots the rest.

the curvy entity came closer, removing its hood, revealing a sly grin and pale blue eyes on a white face. "Hey cutie, someone paid very handsomely for your rescue. And considering I came for you, it was quite a bit of money."