Your life, your decisions, your survival (A Post-apocalyptic RP if you haven't noticed)

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**Shas'ui T'au Kais**

Now, time for the intro posts...

...pretty please

**Darkvoidof40k**

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Now, time for the intro posts...

...pretty please

Soon..

**Shas'ui T'au Kais**

Grrrrr...

How about an incentive?

You do your post now, and I will give you your plasma Cannon and a Fatman

**Darkvoidof40k**

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

How about an incentive?

You do your post now, and I will give you your plasma Cannon and a Fatman

But my brain needs recharging..

**Shas'ui T'au Kais**

Hmmm... buy Duracel batteries

Because Duracel lasts longer

**Darkvoidof40k**

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Hmmm... buy Duracel batteries

Because Duracel lasts longer

I don't trust that bunny..

*racks shotgun*

**Devastator**

Darkvoidof40k wrote:But my brain needs recharging..

Your avatar seems to be disagreeing with your statement.

London is fortress of scrap metal guarded by legion of raiders?
Hmm probably best to find another spawn point.

**Shas'ui T'au Kais**

Yes, that would be best.

OIr you couldbe like an undercover guy pretending to be a raider just to rob supplies?

**Darkvoidof40k**

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Yes, that would be best.

OIr you couldbe like an undercover guy pretending to be a raider just to rob supplies?

Or you could just do what I'm going to do.

**Shas'ui T'au Kais**

And I do not know what this is because you haven't posted yet!

*cracks whip*

**Darkvoidof40k**

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:And I do not know what this is because you haven't posted yet!

*cracks whip*

*racks shotgun..again*

You'll find out what it is soon enough..

**Shas'ui T'au Kais**

*Take out ballistic knife, and readies tomahawk*

Make it very soon...

**Catos**

Player Name: Catos
Character Name: Cathal Rambrak
Char Age: 26
Char appearance: Tall and wear leather pants and leather capelike jacket. Has black flat spiky hair with red highliights.
Equipment: Knives in holsters around his belt along with guns. He also has various useful game items in various pockets including a deck of cards.
Backstory: Cathal was born in London and grew up in an upper middle class family and was very interested in games from a young age . He joined a group of game enthusiasts but he got bored after outclassing them all. He graduated from secondary school to spend his time challenging people to games who he would kill if they lost. He would only challenge people who had wronged in their life to games so he could have the fun of killing them and the fun of doing it in the name of justice.....sort of. He has recently been spending his time in the forest trying to kill reapers, in order to find one of the legendary mystical items that they sometimes carry.
Other Info: He was a world champion in various games before the catastrophe.

**Shas'ui T'au Kais**

Hmmmm, I will alow the "trying to kill reapers", but remember all reaper battles will be done in an event, so be cautious.

**Darkvoidof40k**

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Hmmmm, I will alow the "trying to kill reapers", but remember all reaper battles will be done in an event, so be cautious.

I can foresee the first player death already..

**Mordoskul**

Henry Miles walked with feline grace through the ruins of London, striding through the twisted skeletons of once proud buildings. The radio strapped to his shoulder played Mighty, Mighty Man softly as his footsteps echoed hollowly throughout the strip mall as Henry carefully pushed open the door of a pharmacy, and stepped inside, his rifle sweeping the aisles as he did so. Walking quickly up and down the aisles, he grabbed several bottles of painkillers and antibiotics, sweeping them into his brown backpack, the pills and capsules inside rattling about as they dropped inside. Vaulting over the filthy counter, Henry broke the cash register open with his crowbar, using his knife to pry the delicate pieces of the computer from it's housing, and placing them in a side pocket of his bag. Satisfied he had taken everything worth taking, Henry made to leave, but ducked back behind the counter, and kept his head low, drawing his shotgun from his pack as he crouched behind the counter. He heard footsteps, heavy and unsubtle. Voices now, gruff and thick. "Take all dem dere pills! Head to the back, an' take any supplies ya' see!" Henry heard heavy footfalls approaching the counter from which he hid. Counting to three, Henry straitened up with incredible speed, firing his shotgun at a group of three Genefreaks, blowing the malformed head off of the one nearest to the counter, dropping corpse to the tiled floor with a smack. "Kill 'em! Kill 'em!" The other mutants drew crude melee weapons, simple pipes with nails rammed through their hafts, and charged. The first, a massive brute with dark green skin and without lips swung his club at the man, who ducked, and vaulted over the counter, opening the freak's back with his weapon, exposing his spine with a gory retort. He roared, dropping dead over the counter, and sprawling over the floor. The final Genefreak revved a chainsaw, the noisy tool screaming to life as he charged. The mutant swung wildly, an attack without control, that missed and sent the chainsaw whirring into the shelves behind him. Firing at the brute, Henry made his way out of the store, slamming the door behind him. The Genefreak bellowed and charged after him, screaming wildly as he burst from the pharmacy. As he he did so, Henry fired twice into the brute, dropping him to the ground, but not killing him. Quickly, the mutant stood shakily back up, blood coating him like red sweat, his bestial face a mask of fury. Henry took careful aim, and pulled the trigger. Nothing happened. The Genefreak laughed as it lifted it's weapon again, and ran at him. Henry swore loudly, and dropped the shotgun, pulling out his crowbar and ducking low under the mutant's wild swing, and buried the tip of the crowbar into the freak's stomach, pulling out a huge chunk of meat as he jumped back, spilling the mutant's intestines onto the blasted ground. He glanced at his dangling guts in disbelief, and dropped to his knees. Stepping behind him, Henry cracked the crowbar into the Genefreak's skull, allowing blood and brains to ooze from the wound. Salvaging what he could from the mutants, and returning the shotgun to his bag, Henry Miles carried on his way.

**Shas'ui T'au Kais**

Very nice Mordo...

...just remember that London is mainly populated by Bandits and Raiders (same thing really) so be on guard.

**Darkvoidof40k**

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Very nice Mordo...

...just remember that London is mainly populated by Bandits and Raiders (same thing really) so be on guard.

There are 1 million occupants of London today. I think quite a few will still be there, in one form or another.

Sweet. New idea has spawned from my brain.

**Catos**

Cathal sat in a tree looking around his position in the tree, trying to spy out a reaper. He jumped to the next tree and to the one after that, continuing his hunt for the clones. Suddenly he heard a twig snapping behind him. He backflipped out of his tree, drew his knives a sliced downwards. He opened his eyes, damm! another failed experiment. He looked at the mess of flesh and blood that was lying on the floor. It had only one arm, three legs, one of which stuck out of where his right arm should have been. He had one eye on his left cheeck and his mouth was on his forehead. These guys always showed up around this part of the forest. They were the Grims. They were the failied initial attempt at recreating the reapers and they were easy to kill. They were offcuts discarded by the evil corporation that created them, left to fend for themselves. Sometimes he felt sorry for them, they were so helpless and like a scared child, most of them had hideous disfigurations and had the IQ of a pair of green curtains (the IQ of a brick if they were lucky). Oh well, it's not my problem. He stood up and wiped his knife clean, when he heard another crack of a twig which someone seemed to have attempted to muffle at the last moment. Cathal realised that the Grim weren't clever enough to muffle the sounds, let alone lie in wait, let alone attack someone, let alone still be alive. He jumped into the nearest tree and scaled it to the top. Luckily for him, he was a master of camoflauge. He flicked the switch on one of his wristbands and his clothes changed colour to match the trees. He looked on, it was his lucky day, it was a reaper, and it was wearing a golden amulet around its neck, an item. Cathal only hoped he would be strong enough to kill it. He drew his gun and aimed it at its head. As he did, the reaper snapped its neck around to look straight at him, its item must let him see through his camoflauge

"Sh*t," he thought to himself. This could get nasty..

OOC: Well this could get interesting.....

**blood reaper**

Subject Delta crawled along the broken piller of a destroyed office block in London , watching the two patroling Bandits serch through crates and boxes placed earlier by Delta.
"There's nothing here were going to have to move before someone finds us."
The other Bandit points his rifle towards the other and shows signs of anger.

"Go back to base if you dont have the guts to look through bloody crates!"
The Bandit breaks open the lid of the crate
"There's nothing here!"

"Oh but there is little ones"
Delta quietly jumps down and impails the first Bandit and slashes the other across the throat with a quick strike from his blades. One of the Bandits tries to reach for his gun but is blinded by another strike across the face while Delta watches the other twitch as he dies.
"Night night little ones"

**Shas'ui T'au Kais**

Hmmm thats two people already starting in London, could get interesting..

...and Catos, you seem a bit too keen to get your hands on a mystical item, a little too keen, could cost you your life...

...well I will try not to be too hasrh, but I see certain injuries coming to your character.

But nice one blood reaper m8 but can you do a few longer posts in the future, as good posts are key to surviving an RP. Just look at FITZZ! Jeez his posts make me wanna cry at how amazing they are.

Also because Dark will eat thevery souls of people with poor posts, but I do like what you are actually doing with the post

**Catos**

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Hmmm thats two people already starting in London, could get interesting..

...and Catos, you seem a bit too keen to get your hands on a mystical item, a little too keen, could cost you your life...

...well I will try not to be too hasrh, but I see certain injuries coming to your character.

OOC: You cant harm me, I'm the one wearing the leather pants on this RP, and unlike the pharoh my leather pants actually are the source of my power

!

**Shas'ui T'au Kais**

Jesus...

**Catos**

At least I haven't mentioned cardgames on motorcycles yet.

**Shas'ui T'au Kais**

Lord save me...

**Potato_God**

OOC: first RP post ever, so any complaints/advice would be much appreciated.

Stix had never been in a city before the catastrophes. He had never seen the grand skyscrapers, sprawling homes, the bright neon lights, all those things that came together to create the organized cacophony of the concrete jungle. All he had experience of cities were shadows of their former selves; grim reminders of a life of a society of hedonists, exhibitionists, and gluttons.

Needless to say, he hated it.

But he couldn't go back to the woods. most of the Flora and Fauna had died, and cruel, vile...things...had taken their place, turning what could have been a happy reminder of old times for Stix into a foul mockery of his past life. So he waited in the city. He was scavenging for food in a Supermarket, downright astonished at how much food these City people could keep in one place. Then the Bandits moved in. With barking guns and slashing knives and an almost demonic determination to bring a dying world closer to it's grave, Stix was wary of them. True, he had a gun, (two even!) and he had trained vigourously with them, but he couldn't bring himself to murder, after all the death that had been done. Plus, part of him was just scared; he was a child, by himself in a country that would've been foreign to him BEFORE these catastrophe's. So he hid, or perhaps waited, eating, excersizing, and hoping for the courage to venture back out into the hell of steel and tar that was once London.

This continued for quite sometime, until they arrived, voices booming from outside his makeshift home. They were threatening, yet small, weak and strong at the same time. Maybe they were afraid? Against his better judgement, Stix moved quietly out of his hiding spot (A nice patch of blankets around Eisle 7) closer to the voices outside the store. As he got closer, Stix managed to make out two distinct voices; one high pitched, excited, with a hint of madness behind it, the other slower, lower, spoken with a blunt inflection that seemed to mask a rather atypical intelligence. Stix named these voices Jekyl and Hyde; it was silly, but reminded him of an old story he loved, and it comforted him a bit.

"that stupid Jerm, He's really startin to piss me off."
"Calm down. He gave us a real easy assignment. besides, would you rather go find supplies or clean up camp?"
"I'd rather go out and sow some chaos, is what I'd rather do! We've been on scavenging detail for about 3 weeks now! even Rob wasn't on Scavenge Crew for that long, and he's one hell of an idiot!" Hyde seemed hardly pleased with this Jerm fellow, and Stix felt curiosity guide him closer, to make sure he could hear every word.

"Dun worry. If we get a good haul this time, I'm sure Boss Jerm will switch things up for us. But don't you dare keep any of our haul for yourself; that's how John lost his fingers."

It dawned on Stix that these men were planning to steal his livelihood. His supplies. they were breaking into HIS home. granted, he hated it, but it was his, goddamit, and nobody was going to steal from it! Stix reached for the FN-FAL he kept by the bathroom door, and walked closer, blocking out the jabbering of the two men. He felt so sneaky, so dangerous; he was going to kill these men before they even knew who he was! the grim fascination of protecting his new home washed away Stix's newfound pacifism. He was the killer, the Hunter, the...

CRUNCH!

Stix looked down and realized he'd stepped on a piece of kibble that had spilled onto the floor.

"What?"
"Wuzzat?"
Jekyl and Hyde turned towards the door. They gasped as the saw Stix, and drew their weapons.

Crap.

**Shas'ui T'au Kais**

Whoah Dark hasn't posted in a while, so I am guessing he is doing is post...

...excellent...

...his RP plans will be mine...

**WARORK93**

(I'm still waiting for some sort of map so I can orient myself and try to find a decent starting point, still trying to find a good reason for my character to be in the UK too....)

**Darkvoidof40k**

Catos wrote:Cathal sat in a tree looking around his position in the tree, trying to spy out a reaper. He jumped to the next tree and to the one after that, continuing his hunt for the clones. Suddenly he heard a twig snapping behind him. He backflipped out of his tree, drew his knives a sliced downwards. He opened his eyes, damm! another failed experiment. He looked at the mess of flesh and blood that was lying on the floor. It had only one arm, three legs, one of which stuck out of where his right arm should have been. He had one eye on his left cheeck and his mouth was on his forehead. These guys always showed up around this part of the forest. They were the Grims. They were the failied initial attempt at recreating the reapers and they were easy to kill. They were offcuts discarded by the evil corporation that created them, left to fend for themselves. Sometimes he felt sorry for them, they were so helpless and like a scared child, most of them had hideous disfigurations and had the IQ of a pair of green curtains (the IQ of a brick if they were lucky). Oh well, it's not my problem. He stood up and wiped his knife clean, when he heard another crack of a twig which someone seemed to have attempted to muffle at the last moment. Cathal realised that the Grim weren't clever enough to muffle the sounds, let alone lie in wait, let alone attack someone, let alone still be alive. He jumped into the nearest tree and scaled it to the top. Luckily for him, he was a master of camoflauge. He flicked the switch on one of his wristbands and his clothes changed colour to match the trees. He looked on, it was his lucky day, it was a reaper, and it was wearing a golden amulet around its neck, an item. Cathal only hoped he would be strong enough to kill it. He drew his gun and aimed it at its head. As he did, the reaper snapped its neck around to look straight at him, its item must let him see through his camoflauge

"Sh*t," he thought to himself. This could get nasty..

Oh hey, I didn't know our characters could have tree-jumping and back-flipping superpowers?!

**Shas'ui T'au Kais**

Well I did do a map, but I kinda couldn't get it in the OP, but I have had someone say that he/she would do it for me...

*pokes the grammar king*