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It would be different, buuuuut... no

Yeah I can sorta get the feel for a ruined and devastated England.

Sounds good about the base of bandits thing

hmmmmm, gonna have to think about how my character gets there if we're gonna be in London....

John Renzo sat in his chair, deep in thought. The plan had been made, and his forces were multiplying by the day. Clones, they were, of the best soldier he had ever had. He had been nicknamed Achilles long ago, and not even he knew the mans's real name. Before the apocalypse he had been feared by many. The thought of him scared any soldier out of his skin. Now, because of his agreement to be cloned, John would have the best army in history. He revelled in these thoughts as he slowly fell asleep.

He woke up with a start, as the very man he had been thinking about entered the room, and shut the door behind him.

"Sir," he adressed John, before walking up to him and laying a piece of paper down on his desk. "I thought you would want to see these."

John listened to what the man had to say before picking up the piece of paper and reading it thoroughly. A smile crept onto his face as he laid down the piece of paper and spoke to Achilles.

"The production is going faster than I ever anticipated. This is brilliant!" he shouted, shaking his fist, and standing up to face the massive screen on the wall behind his desk, and gazing at the broken world on the surface. "Soon we will control everything, and rebuild a glorious empire. This is our time Achilles. Nobody will stand in our way!"

Intresting , cloned warriors to enforce a new world empire.

I want to play!

Are we definately doing britain as our setting?

...But...we can't just find guns everywhere in Britain.

FITZZ wrote:...But...we can't just find guns everywhere in Britain.

which is why Jennifer Lucy is 'ex' army

FM Ninja 048 wrote:

FITZZ wrote:...But...we can't just find guns everywhere in Britain.

which is why Jennifer Lucy is 'ex' army

ah Jennifer...wonder what ever became of her?...Darko?

We had a final showdown, bulldozer jousting, I won, and then killed all your guys

In my mind anyway...

FM Ninja 048 wrote:We had a final showdown, bulldozer jousting, I won, and then killed all your guys

In my mind anyway...

But...me and Nachos were in a tank...you must have had one hell of a bulldozer.

It had armour, it was more of a killdozer...

Player Name: Chowderhead

Character Name: Lev Vlassov

Age: 28

Appearance: Scar over 1 eye from childhood fight, Burn marks on back from a Car Bomb. About 6'3, a very slim height, however,

Equipment- Barrett M107A1, Seiga Shotgun, Makarov Pistol, Arctic, Tundra and Grassland Ghillie Suit, K-Bar (His Grand-father's Knife, taken from a American GI in WWII)

Background Lev was born into a home with 6 brothers and 2 sisters. The parents were alcoholics, and Lev joined a gang, where he stayed for 6 years. He was caught at the age of 18 by the Soviet government. He was told he could join the Military, or die for his crimes. He joined the military, and has become a sniper after basic training. During the "Great Death", as he puts it, he was on assignment in the waists of Siberia. When the fissure began to open, and the animals began to howl, Lev and his partner, Dashka, began to run. A shadow began to follow them out of the fissure. The shadow waded along slowly, then began picking up speed like a train. Soon, it hit Dasha. The beast appeared to have killed Dasha by simply enveloping him in the shadow. It then charged at Lev, but mid strike, stopped. The beast paused, looked at the Russian with his pistol and knife drawn, and walked away.
Lev now works as security for a small Hamlet of people in a large Grassy Plain in Scotland. The reapers seem to follow Dmitri, however, they never seem to attack him. It seems that the reapers want him alive, for some sinister reason.

Other: Lev has had 6 years of being in a gang, and 8 years of Soviet Spetnaz training. He never smiles, never makes a joke, and rarely speaks. He is at home in a large field with a Ghillie suit on.

Player Name: Mordoskul, Grand Rplogian of DOOMFART
Character Name: Henry Miles
Age: 34
Appearance: Henry has a slightly pasty complexion, with a well-trimmed brown mustache and beard. He stands around 5'8.
Equipment: Bolt action rifle, pump shotgun, crowbar, survival kit with clean water, rations etc. Gas mask, leather armor, crank radio, swiss army knife, pre-disaster money, copy of Moby Dick.
Backstory: Henry was a family man, making a decent living working for a marketing company. He lived in Liverpool with his wife, Laura, and his teenage daughter, Sarah, in a nice-sized house in the middle of a nice neighborhood. He was a fit man, and jogged around the block everyday after work. His neighbors loved him, and he would often offer to perform odd jobs without fee, simply out of the goodness of his heart. Then the gak hit the fan. Henry and his family were at Ground Zero when the Reapers emerged, and barely managed to escape Liverpool, using the subways to take his family to safety. When the government collapsed, Henry and his family took to the road, scraping out an existence by raiding abandoned stores and shops. Then came Simon. While Henry and his family slept, a gang of raiders made to kill and rob them. Waking with a blade to his neck, he kicked his attacker off of him, waking his family in preparation to run for it. However, Laura had been stabbed to death in her sleep, and Sarah was no where to be seen, then he turned, and saw him. A well-dressed man wearing a surgeon's mask and a leather vest held a gun to his daughter's head, and introduced himself as Simon. He said he was taking Sarah, and there was nothing he could no about it. Henry was helpless, if he tried to intervene, she would die, if he didn't... Laughing cruelly, Simon and his minions piled into their jeep, and drove off into the distance, his daughter in tow. Flash forward six years, Henry is the perfect survivor, killing game with his high-powered rifle, and hunting raiders, searching for some word of Simon or his daughter. He will do anything, kill anyone, sacrifice anybody, to see his daughter alive.
Other info: Henry is a man with a mission: find Sarah and kill the sonnofabitch who took her.

Welcome fresh meat- I mean players!

Yes, it will be in England, but I would like to say that in the years leading up to the apocalypse crime was very frequent, and weapon dealings etc. were very common, so you can pick up the weapons they left behind in certain places.

Also you can pick up weapons from the bandits that frequently attacked.

As well as from the crazed delinquents that wonder the earth crazily.

Yes, Blood Reaper, that will be part of his plan, but believe me, he is not the good guy.

There will be more sinister motives of his

Ninja you can join

I will try and get a map in later, then we can start and evryone can do thier intro's



On another note, I now have a character list in the OP

Joining this.

Cool Catos, just do your character sheet and I'll fit you in


Now I am going to start on the map, once it's done I'll start the RP


Also I want to say that although it is very hard to kill a Reaper, they may hold mystical items once they are destroyed...

...just keep that in mind

Mystical.. items? You mean coveted items such as.. such as.. PLASMA RIFLES?!

Side note, if you post with bad grammar, I will literally attack you and your posts. Except for FITZZ, his posts are too awesome for me to care about his atrocious grammar.

Make sure to add my lil' underground bunker network somewhere on the map (entrances = blobs of grey, tunnel networks/compounds = grey lines/blocks respectively).

And Mordo.. I just might have to do a screenshot in New Vegas. Slightly more awesome than your Fallout 3 screen shot.

Also, I have now decided my dude will wear a cowboy hat; hailing from Texas and all..

Darkvoidof40k wrote:Side note, if you post with bad grammar, I will literally attack you and your posts.

I will do my best with grammar.

Just one question: are you allowed have lets say small med-kit even if its not in your roster?

edit fixed

Devastator wrote:

Darkvoidof40k wrote:Side note, if you post with bad grammar, I will literally attack you and your posts.

Will do my best with grammar.

Just one question: are you allowed have lets say small med-kit even if its not in your rooster?

Rooster is a large male chicken.
Roster is a collection of data.
Character form/sheet is what you're referring to .

The Character form is just a sort of "overview", just roleplay additional things into your posts.

Ooooookaaaaay...


Cool that reminds me, maybe your underground bunker could be a little bit like a vault system

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Ooooookaaaaay...


Cool that reminds me, maybe your underground bunker could be a little bit like a vault system

Not a bad idea, except for the fact that our government is far to slowed to prepare for the apocalypse.

Too true

The map has been done and put in the OP, and so does the RP begin.

I will accept any new players who want to join, but eventually it will be full. Those who said they wanted to join but haven't done there character sheet are still in.

Now, for the intros!

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:The map has been done and put in the OP, and so does the RP begin.

I will accept any new players who want to join, but eventually it will be full. Those who said they wanted to join but haven't done there character sheet are still in.

Now, for the intros!

You're going to have to upload that image to the internet externally of Dakka and then post it here. Wargaming-only attachments.. only..

Player Name: FM Ninja 048
Character Name: Lucy Shepard

Char Age: 29
Char appearance: Long dark brown hair, tall, leather jacket, riding boots, heavy trousers with overkilt

Equipment: .338 arctic warfare magnum sniper's rifle with Supressor and Bipod, Sabre, MP5k with holo sight and suppressor, Tanto, camelbak, other suvivor stuff
Backstory: Born into a rich Scottish family, Lucy was raised in the highlands of scotland, learning to ride in the moors, going on pheasant shoots, all that rich stuff. Following in family traditions she joined the Army after finishing university, she joined the Black watch and quickly rose to a sniper position. There she met her friends, Kirsty(medic), Amy(Driver) and Roy(pipes). They were on the way back home when it happened, the transport was ordered to london to help protect the government but the pilot refused, the plane landed at RAF Lossiemouth allowing the troops to go home and spend the last time with their families.

But it didn't work like that, Amy managed to get a Scimitar sceduled for shipment to germany running and as civilian mobs over-ran the main gates they escaped through the fence into the niebouring golf club. Escaping towards the Shepard Estate, the closest house of the four of them. They arrived at the mansion to see razor wirer along all the walls, concrete blocks scattered about the road up to the gates. Weaving around the blocks the
tank made it up to the gate, Lucy Jumped off the turret, buzzing the intercom. the gate opened, revealing the gardens, only they wern't gardens now, they were vegtable gardens, scaffolding was being erected next to the gate, like a watch tower. Offered a place behind the walls, secure in the mansion-fortress, all four of them declined. Reclaming her Motorcycle from it's garage and loading the Scimitar up with supplys, they left the compound, making for Fort George, to resupply on arms and ammo.

Today, they survive as soldiers of fortune, helping out at survivor camps, If you have a problem, if no one else can help, and if you can find them, well, maby they'll do it if they can be bothered


note images are for what they look like, not what they're wearing/using

Dude, you have some sort of serious hard-on for chicks with guns .

Darkvoidof40k wrote:Dude, you have some sort of serious hard-on for chicks with guns .

I like to think of it as my 'trademark' character

FM Ninja 048 wrote:

Darkvoidof40k wrote:Dude, you have some sort of serious hard-on for chicks with guns .

I like to think of it as my 'trademark' character

So.. when you go to introduce yourself..

"Hey, nice to meet you, I'm Bob."
"Nice to meet you too, I'm FM Ninja 048, and I get off over chicks with guns!"

eww, no