Editing Setting:InfiniCon/Lore (section)

==The Platinum Gundam==
''Anonymous''

My name is Michael Rodgers and I'm recording this message because I fear I shall not return from the underbelly of this never ending con. I'll start from the beginning.

I came to Infinicon looking for my big break. I've been told that many riches and spoils lurk for those with enough brawn and brains. Heh, I won't be seeing any of that where I'm going. Anyway.

When I first arrived I spent some sleepless nights prowling for any lucrative job opportunities. I'd do anything providing the pay was good. Heh, I guess that was the folly of my downfall. I wasn't very lucky at first and I resorted to working dead end jobs so I could pay rent and keep my belly full. Though I guess word of my desire for a quick big bug spread around and when I was washing dishes in some noodle bar in anime market, when a hooded figure tapped me on the shoulder.

He handed me a package and just then sped out of the kitchen. Didn't say a word. Not one. But his package was clearly meant for me. Had my name on it and everything. On a 5 minute break I opened it up. There was a note,a map of and a freakin' glock with a small box of ammo. The note said... hang on lemme find it. Ah here it is

"Greetings opportunist. I come to you with a very attractive offer for you. But ye best be warned. Its a dangerous and no easy one. What I require of you involves going though the Undercon and obtaining a item that was stolen from me. The Platinum Gundam ( see the enclosed picture). If you accept and succeed,a most generous pay awaits. I won't blame you for rejecting this offer and trust me I'll know if you don't want this job. But I'll also know if you accept. Follow the directions on the map and make careful use of the weapon. Seek me out near the Gundam statue if you succeed.( you know where that is, everyone does) I'll be wearing what I was tonight.

Good luck, Opportunist!

After reading his note, I put both everything in the package on a bag I had on me and sought out the nearest manhole cover.

I descended into the Undercon and by GOD was the stench bad. It stung the nostrils. I see why the hard core post apoc LARPERS wear their gas masks.

After stumbling about in the tunnels for about 30 minutes, I bumped into someone calling himself a "Prospector", A cowboy like fella with a gas mask. He was mighty kind and asked me what I was doing down here. I explained that I was seeking "The Platinum Gundam" and asked if he could point me in the right direction ( the map didn't do shit)

He squinted at my map for a bit before saying "Shucks son, I'm going in that direction too! Tell ya what, we stick together and once we're in the general area of whatever this thing your looking for is at, we'll split, deal"

I sealed my fate when I agreed.

This cowboy knew the tunnels of the Undercon like the back of his hand. We bantered along with way about the crazy people you meet on the surface and down here. Just as he started making a joke about the bat shit insane furries down here, some guy in a wolf suit jumped appeared before us towards the end of a the tunnel we were in.
He bellowed to us "WHO DARES MOCK THE KIND OF TALOS THE GRAND WOLF OF THE SNUGGLY WUGLIE CLAN, HE SHALL BE TOLD OF THIS. THE THING THAT THROBS IN HIS SHEATH WILL BE SATED TONIGHT."

With that he just scuttled off into the darkness, leaving me and the cowboy in hysterics.

Shortly after this we heard the sound of hustling and bustling. A small shanty town.

When we entered this shanty town, the cowboy started to get nervous. He wanted to get out here quick and fast he said. We just had to follow a straight line and we'd be in the next tunnel. But before we got half way, we were stopped by "security" ( two people cosplaying as tachikomas, their costumes were hilariously fake but their guns weren't). Apparently the cowboy owed the town some money. Not one guy, not a group of guys, the whole fucking town.

"Hey, Tachikoma Dave, I was just looking for you"

"Spare me your excuses or we take you and you're friend as payment"

I started to get worried. Was this how fucked up the undercon was? A place where people were sold to pay debts?

The cowboy was having none of it. Just as he looked like he was going to surrender, he whamed one of them in the face and kicked down the other one. While both where clamouring on the floor repeating" Major, Major" over and over again, the cowboy grabbed me by the collar and bolted out of the shanty town.

"C'mon" he said. "We just kicked the hornets nest"

We slowed our pace but we kept moving quickly. He said that they'd be mobilising in the town and ride out soon. And if that Furry kept his word, we'd both have our hands full. 

It was at this moment I stopped and started laughing. I told him " Dude, this whole thing, this whole shindig. Its all a joke isn't it. No one actually takes this con seriously now do they?"

The cowboys eyes narrowed and said in a very grave voice " Good sir, I've seen people get stabbed in the street for 1st edition of shit like Rogue Trader and Shadowrun. I've seen the furries down here swamp and rape a poor guy to death. THIS CON IS SERIOUS FUCKING BUSINESS. Oh and this reminds, load your pistol I have a feeling your going to need it.

There's not much to report after that little outburst. We just kept on walking, occasionally asking for the map. We navigated the twisted tunnels with ease, thanks to his experience. Eventually we came across some sort of junk yard.

"It'll be here" I said. "Positive?" inquired the cowboy. "Yup, look at the map, has a bunch of scribblings of what I think is meant to represent a junk yard with a big red X. Probably the place".

We searched and searched, until we came across of half buried safe. After pulling it up the cowboy busted it open with a makeshift bludgeon. The Platinum Gundam glinted in all its glory. We didn't have time to admire it however, we heard the sounds of marching in one direction and a undisciplined stomping in the other crying "YIFFF YIFFF YIFFF"

At this moment the cowboy whammed me at the back of my head, grabbed the Gundam and fired two shots into the air with my glock. He the gun the my face.

"Good luck you fucking idiot. Your gonna need it.

Once I regained my composure, the cowboy had fled. I looked to my left and saw the never ending hoard furries descend down from the junk and to the right the outnumbered but well aimed shanty town militia. The leader of the militia saw me ( I could tell, no one has that much of a epic moustache without having any leadership qualities) before then the hoard the fursuiters before deciding that the furries posed more of a danger than me.

He barked orders to his men to fall back onto higher ground but the furries were already upon them. I myself hid under a pile of debris and rubbish.

The battle was brutal as fuck. This wasn't the con I signed up for man!. The militia put up a valiant fight using their rifles and pistols as clubs and bludgeoning tools when their ammo ran out but the furries were endless. One fell and 30 more took his place. 

I think the Moustached leader pulled a pin of a grenade and yelled out "You'll never soil me arsehole you fucks". Then an explosion echoed throughout the junk yard. 

They have now descended onto my hiding place and are rapidly digging their way though the rubbish. I shall save one bullet for myself. Hopefully these guys don't fuck corpses. If anyone finds this tape, bring it to the surface and make a movie/anime about me. 

Thank you. This is Michael Rodgers saying goodbye.

'YIFF'

'YIFFFFFF'

'YIIIIIIIIIIIIFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF....'