A long time ago, it was predicted that the world would end on a certain date. That date was 2012.
The prediction was almost correct, it happened quite a few years after that, in 2025, and the world didn't end, at least the people that survived, which was not many, realised that. But from then on it was a terrible, terrifying, place.
There were massive Tsunamis, horrible earthquakes on a massive scale, and tornadoes that ravaged the land. Governments went into chaos, monuments being destroyed, some cities being taken directly off the map. For those who survived these Cataclysmic events, there was an even bigger threat coming. Monsters rose from the earth, and were named the Reapers, for their ability to bring swift death, they also came in a few different forms, and hardly any people know what they really look like, for those who see them usually meet their demise.
The year is now 2027. Small groups of survivors stick together for safety, and create small communities, hoping that they do not meet the Reapers. Very small groups of Bandits kill and steal, trying to make a living through others’ hardships.
You are a survivor. This is your life. May God be with you.

Hello, and welcome to the RP.

This is a text based RP, where events will takes place when needed for combat resolutions and for pieces of info vital to the RP.

You may think the story is a bit vague right now to what, as a player, you will do, but believe me it will get clearer deeper into the RP.

I am offering up the role of GM to any who are experienced in the art. If noone wants to be the GM then I suppose I will have to, even though I am not the best GM at all.

Character sheets will be like this,

Player Name:
Character Name:
Char Age:
Char appearance:
Equipment:
Backstory:
Other info:

So, that is all the information there is, I will add maps and other stuff when players join.

Hope you'll join.

Characters #12

Fatalaties #0

Player Name: blood reaper
Character Name: Subject Delta
Char Age: 39
Char appearance: Face and body covered inb strange knight like armour
Equipment: Two Swords and a Balisong (knife) along with Heavy armour
Backstory: Delta is a strange and extremly dangerous lunatic who once served as a mercenery for any one willing to pay a high price , after many years of killing and assinations Delta was imprisoned for his crimes and was driven mad by his failure to evade capture. When the apocalypse came Delta escaped and will continue to spread terror.
Other info: Utterly insane and will kill anything in his path

Player Name: Darko, of the Void of 40k
Character Name: Michael "Mikey" Kane
Char Age: 37
Char appearance: Strong, large build, broad shoulders, 6'5, large messy brown beard and hair
Equipment: M9 with belt holster, Mossberg 500 with back holster, 5 Additional M9 clips, 12 Gauge ammo pouch, 15" Bowie Knife in combat sheath - all mounted on a Bandolier.
Backstory: A dedicated Rugby player and ex-US military for years, Mike has always been a survivor, born and bred in the great state of Texas.
Other info: Holed up in a network of abandoned military bunkers with approximately 500 other survivors, including a hundred or so Home Guard.

Player Name: Devastator
Character Name: Bonesaw
Char Age: 28
Char appearance: something like this
Equipment: AK-74M with sling and bayonet, m9 with belt holster , 6 clips for AK and 3 for m9, chest rig ,back pack, combat knife, gas mask, Molotovs.
Backstory: "treasure" seeker with some military training, Bonesaw wanders village to village trading what ever she finds while looting.
Other info : paranoid and slightly insane[/color/

[color=green]Player Name: Potato_God, Lord of the Harvest ()
Character Name: Stix n Stones (Stix for short)
Char Age: 16
Char appearance: shaggy shoulder length hair, very worn grey jacket, patchwork pants.
Equipment: Machete, Old 9mm, 3 clips, FN-FAL, book of Grimms Fairy Tales
Backstory: Before the Incident, Stix was a feral child who lived in the Woods of the northern New York. since he was a small child, a hiker would come into the woods and visit him. He taught Stix how to read, speak, and gave him food and water. after the incident, Stix left the woods, trying to find the man who helped him, and just trying to survive; just like before.
Other info: feral child, is suspicious of people.

Player Name: WARORK93
Character Name: Dimitri Petrenko
Char Age: 32
Char appearance: short, compact, scrappy, durable, 5'11, rugged, scruffy black hair, clothed in tiger stripe camo fatigues, gloves, camouflage bandanna and black combat boots
Equipment: AK-103 (foldable stock, SUSAT sights, extended mag, detachable suppressor) basically this, A survival knife/bayonet like this, combat shovel like this, and an RPG-7 launcher with no ammo, hazmat gear and gas mask
Backstory: Dimitri was a Spetznaz operative in the unstable Russian Federation government before the apocalypse, his squad survived by hiding in an old fallout bunker abandoned after the cold war. When they surfaced, they found the wastelands that used to be their homeland, and now wander aimlessly, seeking only to survive and be a force unto their own.
Other info: generally logical and calm, can be brutal and closed minded due to his training and experiences in the post apocalypse

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.

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.

Player Name: Ragnar4
Character Name: (Unknown) Fresh Meat is his current moniker. Although he answers to just about any name that includes the word "meat" in it. "meat head, dead meat.. etc."
Char Age: 16
Char appearance: Meat is a smaller, yet wiry boy with dark hair and dark eyes. Several tattoos adorn his body, crudely worked into his skin. Many of the things that he wears have both a functional and drive towards an aesthetic. He wears a heavy chain around his waist as a belt, but it also functions as a handy weapon in a pinch. His hand-cuff bracelets, have been modified to link together to strangle someone, or perhaps slide down a wire. Meat is a very well put-together boy, who managed to escape a lot of scars of the body, yet replaced them with scars of the mind. His eyes bear the weight of a near decade of torment from his "protectors".
Equipment: Heavy gauge chain belt, Modified handcuffs on his wrists, 2 old pieces of rusty sheet steel big enough to cover his torso held together by 2 leather straps that go over his shoulders. a back-pack with rations, ammo, water purifier tables, rope, a dirty mason jar of moonshine alcohol, a few polaroids of a man and woman who are presumably his parents holing him as a baby, or playing with him as a child. (these are his most treasured items in the world)
Backstory: Meats memory starts 2 weeks after he was found by the escaped convicts on death row that escaped from some unknown penitentary located in "California" in the world before the Reapers. How far they had traveled until they met Meat, or how far they traveled afterwards, is unknown. The convicts acted like a gang, who affectionately referred to themselves as "55 Death Dealers" had no remorse for anyone outside of the confines of their clique, and Meat, being an interesting prospect for several reasons was protected by Juanita "Big Mama" Santos for obvious reasons. Not so obvious reasons led to Johnathan "Slide-knife" Chake becoming a mentor, protector to Meat in his formative years in the gang. Slide-knife was a pedohpile with a thing for pretty boys, so slide-knife took the best of care of Meat during the days, and the worst of care of Meat during the night. Finally after 5 years of murder, drugs, being ritually tatooed for his actions within the gang, being raped, running from the horrors of the night, etc. James "Big Gun" Popovich and Slide-knife got into an altercation over Meat like he was a piece of property. In the fight, Big Gun broke Slide-knife's neck. Meat knew what was going on, Big Gun's old woman had fresh bruises and cuts on a nearly weekly basis, and they usually showed up at night. He wasn't about to become Big Gun's property, so he offered some of his home-made shine to Big Gun and after getting him sufficiently sloshed, Meat lashed out with his chain, snapping Big-guns leg in two at the knee, and dodged bullets and thrown knives as he stole off into the night escaping the "55 Death Dealers"... for now.

Most of Meat's tattoos are the prison kind, teardrops for men he's killed, spiderweb on the elbow, two playing card 5's on his chest for his old captors. He abbhores them. He's even gone so far as to scrub one off with sand-paper, but he caught a nasty infection that he barely overcame on his own.
He also has a paralyzing fear of having his head underwater. He was seriously abused a lot using water "treatements"

Player Name: Evaelc
Character Name: William “Gramps" Graham
Character Age: 45
Character Appearance: Will has been around a while and as such has a receding grey hairline. His face, slightly wrinkled is angular and narrow. Standing at about 5’11” he is of medium build.
Equipment: Steyr rifle with under slung grenade launcher, Backpack with; medical kit, surgeon’s tools, flares, ammo, rations
Backstory: Will was a medical doctor before the so-called apocalypse. Living in New Zealand he was lucky enough to survive, however his grandson was not. With nothing left for him he joined the national army or what was left of it. He was assigned as Medical aid for his company and at first he was laughed at but after several missions and near death experiences of some of his company members he became a valued member thanks to his medical experience. Even in the heat of a gunfight he could keep his cool and help out. Thanks to this he was requested to work for the British however after his flight was high jacked he was lucky to escape from the plane before it crashed. Now he is stranded in the middle of London with next to nothing to survive.

Player Name:Tyranic Marta
Character Name: Terence Blackwood, (No not the one from SURVIVE )
Char Age: 37
Char appearance: Lightly tanned skin and the surety of someone with many years of experience. Scars from some form of massive injury criss cross his chest, a doctor would say they look self inflicted, his left eye is a startling bright blue the other is a milky white, however he can still see out of it due to a wierd genetic disposition. His mouth is almost permanantly closed due to a bullet sawing through the nerves on the right side of his jaw, the wound slowly healing and so his speach is often short if at all spoken. A groove along his right cheek that reaches to his ear testament to the bullet wound. His powerful arms and strong legs suggest the build of someone who excels in bursts of strength that can be held and endured. His Leather Jacket has been lined with monofilament Titanium-Alloy fibres that increase its strength, his DPM pants come right out of a Pre-apocalyptic engagement, and his boots are military issue. His black singlet has seen its share of damage as its many patches attest. The final thing one would be drawn to upon seeing this grisiled veteran would be his length of black hair drain into a braid that reaches down his back, tipped at the end with 4 teeth taken from the mouth of one of his victims.
Equipment: His Remigington 40cal sniper rifle has dozens of kill marks on its weathered stock and the silenced SMG on a bandolier sling has its share too. A pack filled with ammo and grenades is strapped to his back, the kidney strap adorned with grenades and clip on magazine holsters for his SMG, a thigh holster holds a Browning 9mm silenced pistol and a 15" combat knife is slipped into its holster on his boot.
Backstory: Terence has seen fighting across all 7 continents in the service of various world powers, when the apocalypse stuck he was piloting a helicopter gunship that was engaging a rebel pirate ship of the coast of Peurto Rico fufilling a contract, he managed to rise above the breakers of the following Tsunami and head to the nearest refulling point that was still standing after the fall.

He hates to tell others of his past but the one thing he often speaks of is his sighting of one of the worlds most lethal predators, he will then laugh and mutter under his breath, "I looked in a mirror"
Other info: Loyal to few people except those who pay him he has a soft spot somewhere deep down that he nurtures but tells noone of.

Player Name:FITZZ
Character Name:Sabrina "Whiskey" Lopez .
Char Age: 26
Char appearance: Latina,Tall (5'8") athletic build,dressed in fatigues .
Equipment: Carries a rucksack filled with supplies as well as an M-4,a Barreta 9MM and a K-Bar knife.
Backstory: Whiskey grew up in East L.A. and was a member of a local street gang,at age 17 she was arrested for the aggravated assault of a rival gang member and given the choice of either joining the armed forces or spending the next ten years in prison.
She opted to join the Army and was subsequently stationed in London.
Other info: Whiskey is a loner...trusting no one,she now wanders the waste land and ruins simply surviving from day to day...



Player Name: blood reaper
Character Name: Subject Delta
Char Age: 39
Char appearance: Face and body covered inb strange knight like armour
Equipment: Two Swords and a Balisong (knife) along with Heavy armour
Backstory: Delta is a strange and extremly dangerous lunatic who once served as a mercenery for any one willing to pay a high price , after many years of killing and assinations Delta was imprisoned for his crimes and was driven mad by his failure to evade capture. When the apocalypse came Delta escaped and will continue to spread terror.
Other info: Utterly insane and will kill anything in his path

WS: 4
BS: 4
S: 4
T: 4
W: 3
I: 3(2)
A: 4
LD: 10
Sv: 5+

Player Name: Darko, of the Void of 40k
Character Name: Michael "Mikey" Kane
Char Age: 37
Char appearance: Strong, large build, broad shoulders, 6'5, large messy brown beard and hair
Equipment: M9 with belt holster, Mossberg 500 with back holster, 5 Additional M9 clips, 12 Gauge ammo pouch, 15" Bowie Knife in combat sheath - all mounted on a Bandolier.
Backstory: A dedicated Rugby player and ex-US military for years, Mike has always been a survivor, born and bred in the great state of Texas.
Other info: Holed up in a network of abandoned military bunkers with approximately 500 other survivors, including a hundred or so Home Guard.

WS: 4
BS: 4
S: 5
T: 5
W: 3
I: 3
A: 2
LD: 8
Sv: --

Player Name: Devastator
Character Name: Bonesaw
Char Age: 28
Char appearance: something like this
Equipment: AK-74M with sling and bayonet, m9 with belt holster , 6 clips for AK and 3 for m9, chest rig ,back pack, combat knife, gas mask, Molotovs.
Backstory: "treasure" seeker with some military training, Bonesaw wanders village to village trading what ever she finds while looting.
Other info : paranoid and slightly insane[/color/

WS: 3
BS: 3
S: 4
T: 4
W: 3
I: 3
A: 2
LD: 8
Sv: --

Player Name: Potato_God, Lord of the Harvest
Character Name: Stix n Stones (Stix for short)
Char Age: 16
Char appearance: shaggy shoulder length hair, very worn grey jacket, patchwork pants.
Equipment: Machete, Old 9mm, 3 clips, FN-FAL, book of Grimms Fairy Tales
Backstory: Before the Incident, Stix was a feral child who lived in the Woods of the northern New York. since he was a small child, a hiker would come into the woods and visit him. He taught Stix how to read, speak, and gave him food and water. after the incident, Stix left the woods, trying to find the man who helped him, and just trying to survive; just like before.
Other info: feral child, is suspicious of people.


WS: 3
BS: 1
S: 3
T: 3
W: 2
I: 5
A: 3
LD: 7
Sv: --

Player Name: WARORK93
Character Name: Dimitri Petrenko
Char Age: 32
Char appearance: short, compact, scrappy, durable, 5'11, rugged, scruffy black hair, clothed in tiger stripe camo fatigues, gloves, camouflage bandanna and black combat boots
Equipment: AK-103 (foldable stock, SUSAT sights, extended mag, detachable suppressor) basically this, A survival knife/bayonet like this, combat shovel like this, and an RPG-7 launcher with no ammo, hazmat gear and gas mask
Backstory: Dimitri was a Spetznaz operative in the unstable Russian Federation government before the apocalypse, his squad survived by hiding in an old fallout bunker abandoned after the cold war. When they surfaced, they found the wastelands that used to be their homeland, and now wander aimlessly, seeking only to survive and be a force unto their own.
Other info: generally logical and calm, can be brutal and closed minded due to his training and experiences in the post apocalypse

WS: 4
BS: 5
S: 4
T: 4
W: 3
I: 4
A: 2
LD: 9
Sv: --


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.

WS: 3
BS: 6
S: 4
T: 4
W: 3
I: 4
A: 3
LD: 8
Sv: --


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.

WS: 4
BS: 4
S: 4
T: 4
W: 3
I: 4
A: 2
LD: 8
Sv: 6+

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.


WS: 3
BS: 3
S: 4
T: 4
W: 3
I: 5
A: 2
LD: 7
Sv: --

Player Name:FITZZ
Character Name:Sabrina "Whiskey" Lopez .
Char Age: 26
Char appearance: Latina,Tall (5'8") athletic build,dressed in fatigues .
Equipment: Carries a rucksack filled with supplies as well as an M-4,a Barreta 9MM and a K-Bar knife.
Backstory: Whiskey grew up in East L.A. and was a member of a local street gang,at age 17 she was arrested for the aggravated assault of a rival gang member and given the choice of either joining the armed forces or spending the next ten years in prison.
She opted to join the Army and was subsequently stationed in London.
Other info: Whiskey is a loner...trusting no one,she now wanders the waste land and ruins simply surviving from day to day...


WS: 3
BS: 4
S: 3
T: 3
W: 3
I: 4
A: 2
LD: 8
Sv: --

Player Name:Tyranic Marta
Character Name: Terence Blackwood, (No not the one from SURVIVE )
Char Age: 37
Char appearance: Lightly tanned skin and the surety of someone with many years of experience. Scars from some form of massive injury criss cross his chest, a doctor would say they look self inflicted, his left eye is a startling bright blue the other is a milky white, however he can still see out of it due to a wierd genetic disposition. His mouth is almost permanantly closed due to a bullet sawing through the nerves on the right side of his jaw, the wound slowly healing and so his speach is often short if at all spoken. A groove along his right cheek that reaches to his ear testament to the bullet wound. His powerful arms and strong legs suggest the build of someone who excels in bursts of strength that can be held and endured. His Leather Jacket has been lined with monofilament Titanium-Alloy fibres that increase its strength, his DPM pants come right out of a Pre-apocalyptic engagement, and his boots are military issue. His black singlet has seen its share of damage as its many patches attest. The final thing one would be drawn to upon seeing this grisiled veteran would be his length of black hair drain into a braid that reaches down his back, tipped at the end with 4 teeth taken from the mouth of one of his victims.
Equipment: His Remigington 40cal sniper rifle has dozens of kill marks on its weathered stock and the silenced SMG on a bandolier sling has its share too. A pack filled with ammo and grenades is strapped to his back, the kidney strap adorned with grenades and clip on magazine holsters for his SMG, a thigh holster holds a Browning 9mm silenced pistol and a 15" combat knife is slipped into its holster on his boot.
Backstory: Terence has seen fighting across all 7 continents in the service of various world powers, when the apocalypse stuck he was piloting a helicopter gunship that was engaging a rebel pirate ship of the coast of Peurto Rico fufilling a contract, he managed to rise above the breakers of the following Tsunami and head to the nearest refulling point that was still standing after the fall.

He hates to tell others of his past but the one thing he often speaks of is his sighting of one of the worlds most lethal predators, he will then laugh and mutter under his breath, "I looked in a mirror"
Other info: Loyal to few people except those who pay him he has a soft spot somewhere deep down that he nurtures but tells noone of.


WS: 3
BS: 4
S: 5
T: 5
W: 3
I: 3(2)
A: 2
LD: 8
Sv: 4+


Player Name: Ragnar4
Character Name: (Unknown) Fresh Meat is his current moniker. Although he answers to just about any name that includes the word "meat" in it. "meat head, dead meat.. etc."
Char Age: 16
Char appearance: Meat is a smaller, yet wiry boy with dark hair and dark eyes. Several tattoos adorn his body, crudely worked into his skin. Many of the things that he wears have both a functional and drive towards an aesthetic. He wears a heavy chain around his waist as a belt, but it also functions as a handy weapon in a pinch. His hand-cuff bracelets, have been modified to link together to strangle someone, or perhaps slide down a wire. Meat is a very well put-together boy, who managed to escape a lot of scars of the body, yet replaced them with scars of the mind. His eyes bear the weight of a near decade of torment from his "protectors".
Equipment: Heavy gauge chain belt, Modified handcuffs on his wrists, 2 old pieces of rusty sheet steel big enough to cover his torso held together by 2 leather straps that go over his shoulders. a back-pack with rations, ammo, water purifier tables, rope, a dirty mason jar of moonshine alcohol, a few polaroids of a man and woman who are presumably his parents holing him as a baby, or playing with him as a child. (these are his most treasured items in the world)
Backstory: Meats memory starts 2 weeks after he was found by the escaped convicts on death row that escaped from some unknown penitentary located in "California" in the world before the Reapers. How far they had traveled until they met Meat, or how far they traveled afterwards, is unknown. The convicts acted like a gang, who affectionately referred to themselves as "55 Death Dealers" had no remorse for anyone outside of the confines of their clique, and Meat, being an interesting prospect for several reasons was protected by Juanita "Big Mama" Santos for obvious reasons. Not so obvious reasons led to Johnathan "Slide-knife" Chake becoming a mentor, protector to Meat in his formative years in the gang. Slide-knife was a pedohpile with a thing for pretty boys, so slide-knife took the best of care of Meat during the days, and the worst of care of Meat during the night. Finally after 5 years of murder, drugs, being ritually tatooed for his actions within the gang, being raped, running from the horrors of the night, etc. James "Big Gun" Popovich and Slide-knife got into an altercation over Meat like he was a piece of property. In the fight, Big Gun broke Slide-knife's neck. Meat knew what was going on, Big Gun's old woman had fresh bruises and cuts on a nearly weekly basis, and they usually showed up at night. He wasn't about to become Big Gun's property, so he offered some of his home-made shine to Big Gun and after getting him sufficiently sloshed, Meat lashed out with his chain, snapping Big-guns leg in two at the knee, and dodged bullets and thrown knives as he stole off into the night escaping the "55 Death Dealers"... for now.

Most of Meat's tattoos are the prison kind, teardrops for men he's killed, spiderweb on the elbow, two playing card 5's on his chest for his old captors. He abbhores them. He's even gone so far as to scrub one off with sand-paper, but he caught a nasty infection that he barely overcame on his own.
He also has a paralyzing fear of having his head underwater. He was seriously abused a lot using water "treatements"


WS: 3
BS: 3
S: 3
T: 3
W: 3
I: 3
A: 2
LD: 7
Sv: --


Player Name: Evaelc
Character Name: William “Gramps" Graham
Character Age: 45
Character Appearance: Will has been around a while and as such has a receding grey hairline. His face, slightly wrinkled is angular and narrow. Standing at about 5’11” he is of medium build.
Equipment: Steyr rifle with under slung grenade launcher, Backpack with; medical kit, surgeon’s tools, flares, ammo, rations
Backstory: Will was a medical doctor before the so-called apocalypse. Living in New Zealand he was lucky enough to survive, however his grandson was not. With nothing left for him he joined the national army or what was left of it. He was assigned as Medical aid for his company and at first he was laughed at but after several missions and near death experiences of some of his company members he became a valued member thanks to his medical experience. Even in the heat of a gunfight he could keep his cool and help out. Thanks to this he was requested to work for the British however after his flight was high jacked he was lucky to escape from the plane before it crashed. Now he is stranded in the middle of London with next to nothing to survive.


WS: 3
BS: 4
S: 4
T: 4
W: 3
I: 3
A: 2
LD: 8
Sv: --




Map:

Grey areas= Entrances to underground bunker network
Blue areas= Small friendly settlements of humans, but there are more out there that have not been seen. They are dotted everywhere.
Large yellow area around the map= Wasteland
Large Black area= The Scar- Supposedly these cracks in the land were where the Reapers came out of the earth.
Brown areas= Caves
Large purple area= The realm of the crazies- Where the crazies (people who were driven mad by the apocalypse) roam. They have been moving further out recently, and now a few even wander the land.
The Unknown Area= Nobody knows what lies there, but they know that anybody who goes there does not return. But some say they see figures approaching from the area that are not quite human.
Troy= This is the major human settlement in the area. When it was made they said that it's walls would never be breached. They haven't been to this day, except there have been frequent raids by Bandits, which have all been defeated. It is to this reason why it is called Troy.
The Woods= Supposedly there are Reapers in the woods, as screams have been heard sometimes coming from there. Brave people go to the woods to hunt for meat as animals are many in the large area. The woods are very big.
Elysium= This is where people who think very highly of themselves go. They are rich there, and normally can get what they want and live thier lives happily. It conducts many transactions with people who come by, to make more money. Raiders do not bother them as they can always bargain with them. It is called Elysium, because people who go there think of it as heaven compared to everything else. But the people there are said to not be trusted by wise men.
London= A small part of the ruins of London. Bandits made it thier home a long time ago. But, if people are lucky, they can sometimes enter to salvage supplies and not be noticed. It is a very dangerous place.




Kais

Player Name: blood reaper
Character Name: Subject Delta
Char Age: 39
Char appearance: Face and body covered inb strange knight like armour
Equipment: Two Swords and a Balisong (knife) along with Heavy armour
Backstory: Delta is a strange and extremly dangerous lunatic who once served as a mercenery for any one willing to pay a high price , after many years of killing and assinations Delta was imprisoned for his crimes and was driven mad by his failure to evade capture. When the apocalypse came Delta escaped and will continue to spread terror.
Other info: Utterly insane and will kill anything in his path

[offer to be GM removed] I will just play with a character (easier seeing as how I'm already a GM and have a tendancy to extremely over-do events, resulting in slow progression of the roleplay, even if the events are sex for the eyes).

Player Name: Darko, of the Void of 40k
Character Name: Michael "Mikey" Kane
Char Age: 37
Char appearance: Strong, large build, broad shoulders, 6'5, large messy brown beard and hair
Equipment: M9 with belt holster, Mossberg 500 with back holster, 5 Additional M9 clips, 12 Gauge ammo pouch, 15" Bowie Knife in combat sheath - all mounted on a Bandolier.
Backstory: A dedicated Rugby player and ex-US military for years, Mike has always been a survivor, born and bred in the great state of Texas.
Other info: Holed up in a network of abandoned military bunkers with approximately 500 other survivors, including a hundred or so Home Guard.

Edit: I will enjoy creating some very funny side-characters as well..

Player Name: Devastator
Character Name: Bonesaw
Char Age: 28
Char appearance: something like this
Equipment: AK-74M with sling and bayonet, m9 with belt holster , 6 clips for AK and 3 for m9, chest rig ,back pack, combat knife, gas mask, Molotovs.
Backstory: "treasure" seeker with some military training, Bonesaw wanders village to village trading what ever she finds while looting.
Other info : paranoid and slightly insane

Hmm, guess that i could try female character for change.
@Dark guess who's going to stalk you.

Bring it on, biatch.

Welcome one, welcome all.

But seriously if you know anybody who would like to GM pleeeaaase tell me.

But I suppose I successfully GMed my last RP

Oh god, Dark, you're all doomed...

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Welcome one, welcome all.

But seriously if you know anybody who would like to GM pleeeaaase tell me.

But I suppose I successfully GMed my last RP

If you need any pointers, just shout.

Pointer #1: Establish more background. Location/ruling castes/society/survivor numbers etc etc.

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Oh god, Dark, you're all doomed...

Do you mean, "Oh God Dark! You're [everyone else] all doomed.." or "Oh God Dark, you're doomed."

It's just I really wanted to create a character...

...mehehehe...

...crap...

Oh well I'll try and get a map in sometime tomorrow

Trying to wrap up the RP I'm GM'ing ATM,but this looks like it could be interesting...save me a seat.

FITZZ wrote: Trying to wrap up the RP I'm GM'ing ATM,but this looks like it could be interesting...save me a seat.

Row F, seat 46 - now reserved.

Darkvoidof40k wrote:

FITZZ wrote: Trying to wrap up the RP I'm GM'ing ATM,but this looks like it could be interesting...save me a seat.

Row F, seat 46 - now reserved.

Cool,I can see the drummer from here...

No, no, no, that seat is reserved for Justin Biebe (I'm setting up a trap, the chair is rigged with explosives)

FITZZ will have to go in row Z seat 666

Just in case any of you are interested, my popular Space Hulk roleplay is still accepting.

It'd be great to see some of you dudes there.

edit: even if you don't join, it's a good read.

Btw am I going to be the astablished GM then?

If so, Dark, I may need some pointers.

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Btw am I going to be the astablished GM then?

If so, Dark, I may need some pointers.

Well, I'll be sure to help. But may I suggest reading Space Hulk? I know it's my thread, but it might actually be a good idea to see da big GM himself in action rather than for me to just say things here and there all the time.. like work experience, y'know?

I can tell this is going to be a great RPG.

Really? I am flattered.

What gives you that impression?

My devilishly handsome charms?

My many great talents?

My massive rocketlauncher strapped onto the back of a wolf?

blood reaper wrote:I can tell this is going to be a great RPG.

Well you've got two of Dakka's roleplaying Gods in the room, and a few lesser roleplaying entities following in their wake..

On a side not, Kerrang! radio! <3

http://radioplayer.kerrangradio.co.uk/

Can I still sign up?


Player Name: Potato_God, Lord of the Harvest ()
Character Name: Stix n Stones (Stix for short)
Char Age: 16
Char appearance: shaggy shoulder length hair, very worn grey jacket, patchwork pants.
Equipment: Machete, Old 9mm, 3 clips, FN-FAL, book of Grimms Fairy Tales
Backstory: Before the Incident, Stix was a feral child who lived in the Woods of the northern New York. since he was a small child, a hiker would come into the woods and visit him. He taught Stix how to read, speak, and gave him food and water. after the incident, Stix left the woods, trying to find the man who helped him, and just trying to survive; just like before.
Other info: feral child, is suspicious of people.

Thanks Darko, I am greatly thankful.

Tomorrow there will be a little glimpse of somebody who will play an important role in the RP.

Also, if I have time, I will try and create a map

Sure thing dude you can join.

Dark, I know one of the Gods is you, but who is the other unknown enitity?

Oh, me you say?

I am flattered once again

Reserve this seat!

Uh, okay buddy, I can fit you in on row -P, number pi, is that alright?

(Darn it Devastator, you totally took my guy's appearance. XD )

Player Name: WARORK93
Character Name: Dimitri Petrenko
Char Age: 32
Char appearance: short, compact, scrappy, durable, 5'11, rugged, scruffy black hair, clothed in tiger stripe camo fatigues, gloves, camouflage bandanna and black combat boots
Equipment: AK-103 (foldable stock, SUSAT sights, extended mag, detachable suppressor) basically this, a makarov like this, A survival knife/bayonet like this, combat shovel like this, and an RPG-7 launcher with no ammo, hazmat gear and gas mask
Backstory: Dimitri was a Spetznaz operative in the unstable Russian Federation government before the apocalypse, his squad survived by hiding in an old fallout bunker abandoned after the cold war. When they surfaced, they found the wastelands that used to be their homeland, and now wander aimlessly, seeking only to survive and be a force unto their own.
Other info: generally logical and calm, can be brutal and closed minded due to his training and experiences in the post apocalypse

Btw you are all allowede NPC's, just don't go overboard with them

Also, any ideas for where this could take place.

Right now I am thinking good old England!

Sounds good , maybay ruined London is the large base of some Bandits.?

Germany!

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

Now, time for the intro posts...

...pretty please

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

...pretty please

Soon..

Grrrrr...

How about an incentive?

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

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..

Hmmm... buy Duracel batteries


Because Duracel lasts longer

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


Because Duracel lasts longer

I don't trust that bunny..

*racks shotgun*

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.

Yes, that would be best.

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

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.

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

*cracks whip*

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..

*Take out ballistic knife, and readies tomahawk*

Make it very soon...

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.

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

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..

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.

Very nice Mordo...

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

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.

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.....

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"

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

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 !

Jesus...

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

Lord save me...

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.

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

...excellent...

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

(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....)

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?!

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*

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Whoah Dark hasn't posted in a while, so I am guessing he is doing is post...

...excellent...

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

I'm saving it for tomorrow, brain was fried by the time I had my ideas. Curse you facebook addiction! Curse youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!

WARORK93 wrote:(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....)

I'll post up Kais' map soon.. Kais, you explain .


Bam. New page.

Basically I was going to put the map on the web and take it from there ands put it onto Dakka, but as I am in boarding school I cannot do that as the websites that would do that for me are blocked at this current time.

Facebook can do that Dark

Darkvoidof40k wrote:

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?!

Well its not like he just summoned the devil. Jumping into trees isnt that hard and the backflipping is just simple parkour. The only way anything bad or different from normal would happed would be if he slipped on the leaves or landed impaling his balls on a stick, but he isnt that clumsy.

Potato God for your first ever post I thought that was quite good m8...

... could have been longer but I'm not THAT picky...

... so nice job m8

I will write some rp tomorrow.

K

See all you guys tomorrow

ill be watching you all when you sleep







just joking

The truck was full of raiders. Men and mutants in cages (all insane) carrying enough weapons to make their van considered a War Crime. The vehicle was speeding towards the small town of Loch Lomond, off of the lake of the same name. Firing their weapons out the window, the raiders expected to push over the town easily. After all, it had no gate, no barricade, and no defenses. What could be more perfect.

"Глупые Ублюдки. (Stupid Bastards.)" Lev quietly mumbled to himself, loading the Raufoss Explosive round into the wildly overpowered sniper rifle. Adjusting his sights, he aimed right for the engine block.

The bandits realized they had decided to attack the wrong town when the front of the van exploded, taking the gas tanks strapped to the front of the car out with it. The lucky ones, who were sitting right behind the tank, were now nothing more than ash piles, incinerated by the massive fireball. Those unlucky ones who survived ran out of the car, screaming as they were cremated alive. One was not burned, however. He walked out of the ash cloud screaming, his arm missing.

The next bullet turned the man's head into a fine red mist. his body went flying back a few feet into the shrubs.

Lev began the mile long walk to the town to get some food from his spot on top of one of the many rolling hills. He was up there for 10 hours, sighting the maniacs from when the van first came into the horizon line. "Lev?" The voice was cracking over the radio. It was Kathrine, the town's mayor. "Ya?" Lev replied, slinging the 30 pound weapon over his shoulder. "What in the name of GOD was that?" Kathrine shouted over the radio. "That, Mrs. Mayor, was a problem. Now it's fixed. Also, Get me some Leek stew. I'm coming back."

"Damn it, Lev, will you ever just get yourself some lunch?"

you can't get imageshack at school, you poor poor boy.

also I need a map to post so i'm stuck ATM...

Is there any more info on these reapers? Are they humanoid? Can they be killed?

(I'm wondering if this map includes the entirety of the British Isles, or just England, or just the area around London, if I had specifics, I would post.)

OOC: hopefully the whole british Isles, seeing as Chowderhead is up in the scottish highlands and I'm not sure where i'm going to be

Player Name: Ragnar4
Character Name: (Unknown) Fresh Meat is his current moniker. Although he answers to just about any name that includes the word "meat" in it. "meat head, dead meat.. etc."
Char Age: 16
Char appearance: Meat is a smaller, yet wiry boy with dark hair and dark eyes. Several tattoos adorn his body, crudely worked into his skin. Many of the things that he wears have both a functional and drive towards an aesthetic. He wears a heavy chain around his waist as a belt, but it also functions as a handy weapon in a pinch. His hand-cuff bracelets, have been modified to link together to strangle someone, or perhaps slide down a wire. Meat is a very well put-together boy, who managed to escape a lot of scars of the body, yet replaced them with scars of the mind. His eyes bear the weight of a near decade of torment from his "protectors".
Equipment: Heavy gauge chain belt, Modified handcuffs on his wrists, 2 old pieces of rusty sheet steel big enough to cover his torso held together by 2 leather straps that go over his shoulders. a back-pack with rations, ammo, water purifier tables, rope, a dirty mason jar of moonshine alcohol, a few polaroids of a man and woman who are presumably his parents holing him as a baby, or playing with him as a child. (these are his most treasured items in the world)
Backstory: Meats memory starts 2 weeks after he was found by the escaped convicts on death row that escaped from some unknown penitentary located in "California" in the world before the Reapers. How far they had traveled until they met Meat, or how far they traveled afterwards, is unknown. The convicts acted like a gang, who affectionately referred to themselves as "55 Death Dealers" had no remorse for anyone outside of the confines of their clique, and Meat, being an interesting prospect for several reasons was protected by Juanita "Big Mama" Santos for obvious reasons. Not so obvious reasons led to Johnathan "Slide-knife" Chake becoming a mentor, protector to Meat in his formative years in the gang. Slide-knife was a pedohpile with a thing for pretty boys, so slide-knife took the best of care of Meat during the days, and the worst of care of Meat during the night. Finally after 5 years of murder, drugs, being ritually tatooed for his actions within the gang, being raped, running from the horrors of the night, etc. James "Big Gun" Popovich and Slide-knife got into an altercation over Meat like he was a piece of property. In the fight, Big Gun broke Slide-knife's neck. Meat knew what was going on, Big Gun's old woman had fresh bruises and cuts on a nearly weekly basis, and they usually showed up at night. He wasn't about to become Big Gun's property, so he offered some of his home-made shine to Big Gun and after getting him sufficiently sloshed, Meat lashed out with his chain, snapping Big-guns leg in two at the knee, and dodged bullets and thrown knives as he stole off into the night escaping the "55 Death Dealers"... for now.

Most of Meat's tattoos are the prison kind, teardrops for men he's killed, spiderweb on the elbow, two playing card 5's on his chest for his old captors. He abbhores them. He's even gone so far as to scrub one off with sand-paper, but he caught a nasty infection that he barely overcame on his own.
He also has a paralyzing fear of having his head underwater. He was seriously abused a lot using water "treatements"

Player Name: Evaelc
Character Name: William “Gramps" Graham
Character Age: 45
Character Appearance: Will has been around a while and as such has a receding grey hairline. His face, slightly wrinkled is angular and narrow. Standing at about 5’11” he is of medium build.
Equipment: Steyr rifle with under slung grenade launcher, Backpack with; medical kit, surgeon’s tools, flares, ammo, rations
Backstory: Will was a medical doctor before the so-called apocalypse. Living in New Zealand he was lucky enough to survive, however his grandson was not. With nothing left for him he joined the national army or what was left of it. He was assigned as Medical aid for his company and at first he was laughed at but after several missions and near death experiences of some of his company members he became a valued member thanks to his medical experience. Even in the heat of a gunfight he could keep his cool and help out. Thanks to this he was requested to work for the British however after his flight was high jacked he was lucky to escape from the plane before it crashed. Now he is stranded in the middle of London with next to nothing to survive.

Welcome peoples

@Ghosty Yes they can be killed, but all battles with them will be done in Combat Events

They were found in the Aztec period and were sent by the Aztec Gods to kill all humans during the apocalypse, they haven't succeeded... yet.

Luckily there are some minor ones which can be killed more easily than normal reapers.

ALL Reapers are in the possession of some sort of mystical item.

@Chowderhead, nice post, I look forward to more...

@Ragnar, Nice character, pretty confusing... but nice.

@Evaelc, Seems like you chose to start in London with two others in there as well, could get interesting...

They can be killed because I am about to kill one *crosses fingers and prays*

Will looked round the abandoned building, beams of wood and steel criss-crossed back and forth with chunks of rubble heaped around them. The window glass had been broken a while ago allowing a clear view over the street. Many similar buildings lined the street. The building Will was in had at least two storeys to it so he climbed through the mess and up the ruined stairs.
With no radio or way of contacting somebody Will was on his own. He set about making a small fire to cook a small ration. He would hunker down here for the rest of today and set about exploring tomorrow when there would be more time. Partway through cooking his meal he was interrupted by a loud noise like a motorbike approaching from up the street…

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.

Why do you think Henry's in London?

Mordoskul wrote:Henry Miles walked with feline grace through the ruins of London, striding through the twisted skeletons of once proud buildings.

Because of that

Meat sat under the two slabs of concrete pinched together by the Earth herself in one of the earthquakes since the day the reapers came. The heat of the midday sun was oppressive enough, and sitting in this make-shift concrete oven was worse yet. Waves of heat rose from the dead yellow ground and chokiingly worked to impede his breathing, Meat struggled to breathe by taking short fast breaths. Sweat drenched his back and hair, and rolled lazily down his nose, hanging for a split second, before meeting a sizzling doom on the ground in front of him. At least he imagined he could hear it sizzle when it hit the ground, it certainly felt hot enough in here.

He had picked this particular hiding spot the moment he spotted the, thing, glide infront of the morning sun searching for prey. Luckily, this was a pretty rich environment for places to hide, and as long as the heat from thesun didn't kill him, it would either find other prey, or simply move on. Meat hadn't heard it in more than an hour, and he was beginning to think it had moved on already.

He gently shook the canteen holding water, he had a good couple of swallows left. He took a piece of fabric and dipped it in the mason jar of alcohol, and rubbed it on his exposed skin. He didn't know if the cooling effect was actually cooling him off, or it just felt that way, but it managed to make the queasiness go away.. so he kept at it. He figured he only had another good 20 minutes before he would have to move, find somewhere to get more water, or just get somewhere cooler.

Minutes passed like hours, but he watched vigilantly, like a hawk, staring out over the shattered landscape, twisted, broken steel of buildings broke the horizon like rusting trees. He pondered the irony of a city made by man, turned into a forest by nature without actually having the word "irony" in his vocabulary, but the concept still struck him as funny. He peered over the landscape,looking for anything that may hurt him, anything that he may be able to use, hopefully he'd see the glint of water, or steel. Maybe he'd find a gun that he could fit all this nearly worthless ammo in.

Moments from moving from his temporary shelter, something landed hard, and perched itself above his head. The sounds of talon scraping against cement made his ears ring as dust and sand fell like a little dirt waterfall from the cracks in the ceiling above to the floor creating a perfectly round little pile on the ground. One single claw hung over the edge, Meat knew the moment he heard the thing land what it was, but the sight of the claw was irrefutable proof: It was one of those... those... Reapers! He tried to hold his breath, and pray. He didn't think it noticed him, but he wouldn't know until it was too late. One hand instinctively reached for his chain-belt, unlatching it silently, while the other prepared to throw the alcohol from the mason jar in the face of his potential attacker....

Dang, it would seem many of our characters have a death wish.

I, however, know that the best way to survive is to appease the GM with big, meaty and grammatically-correct posts and stay the hell away from big beasties.

Okay, I like your post m8... a lot... but seriously, there is one major rule for people who want to stay alive in this RP

STAY AWAY FROM REAPERS (epecially flying ones)

But of course, unless you plan on running away (which I will allow you to do because it's your first flippin post) in your next post, I will have to do an event.

Choose wisely...




P.S. But remember they do have mystical items...

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Okay, I like your post m8... a lot... but seriously, there is one major rule for people who want to stay alive in this RP

STAY AWAY FROM REAPERS (epecially flying ones)

But of course, unless you plan on running away (which I will allow you to do because it's your first flippin post) in your next post, I will have to do an event.

Choose wisely...




P.S. But remember they do have mystical items...

I think the first Reaper kill will be on page 15 and will be a combined effort. What's more, it's way more cool if Reapers only come out at night/in darkness.

Here's Kaiser's map, uploaded by yours truly.

[edited in the key]

Map:

Grey areas= Entrances to underground bunker network
Blue areas= Small friendly settlements of humans, but there are more out there that have not been seen. They are dotted everywhere.
Large yellow area around the map= Wasteland
Large Black area= The Scar- Supposedly these cracks in the land were where the Reapers came out of the earth.
Brown areas= Caves
Large purple area= The realm of the crazies- Where the crazies (people who were driven mad by the apocalypse) roam. They have been moving further out recently, and now a few even wander the land.
The Unknown Area= Nobody knows what lies there, but they know that anybody who goes there does not return. But some say they see figures approaching from the area that are not quite human.
Troy= This is the major human settlement in the area. When it was made they said that it's walls would never be breached. They haven't been to this day, except there have been frequent raids by Bandits, which have all been defeated. It is to this reason why it is called Troy.
The Woods= Supposedly there are Reapers in the woods, as screams have been heard sometimes coming from there. Brave people go to the woods to hunt for meat as animals are many in the large area. The woods are very big.
Elysium= This is where people who think very highly of themselves go. They are rich there, and normally can get what they want and live thier lives happily. It conducts many transactions with people who come by, to make more money. Raiders do not bother them as they can always bargain with them. It is called Elysium, because people who go there think of it as heaven compared to everything else. But the people there are said to not be trusted by wise men.
London= A small part of the ruins of London. Bandits made it thier home a long time ago. But, if people are lucky, they can sometimes enter to salvage supplies and not be noticed. It is a very dangerous place.

I like my map


Anyway, combat between Cathal and the Reaper has been done, and I must say it was very one sided, apart from one particular snake eyes. It was interesting to say the least.

I am starting the write up now

Edit: Thank you Dark, I like the sound of Kaiser

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Thank you Dark, I like the sound of Kaiser

That's the steam display name of a friend of mine . It sounds better than Kais anyway . I'll just go ahead and call you it from now on, saves my brain thinking.

COMBAT RESOLUTION

Cathal fired three shots at the Reaper, as it moved towards him at an alarming rate. The bullets hardly fazed him, pinging off his rock hard but slightly translucent body.
The Reaper continued towards the tree Cathal was in, and mystical beams of light appeared and fired at Cathal dead fast, as he barely had time to dodge them and balance himself, before the hulking creature started pounding at the tree he was in, and Cathal's instincts were focused on getting the hell of that tree. He prepared himself, and with a graceful leap, he landed on the tree right next to it.
This angered the Reaper, and it tried to lift the tree that Cathal was previously on to use as a weapon, when more bullets pinged hamlessly off his hard body.

"Oh gak," Cathal whispered to himself as the Reaper now turned and looked at him blankly with his bright golden eyes, before moving the towards the tree he was now currently in.

While he was moving, he fired another beam at Cathal, this time in the form of one solid, powerful shot, though Cathal dodged it fairly easily. When it was at his current tree, it now attempted to lift this tree up. As soon as Cathal saw this, he began to threat, seriously doubting that he would ever be able to defeat this unstoppable beast. Still in this state, he attempted to leap to another tree and get to safety, but he came up short, and began to fall to the ground. Cathal rouched out and managed to grab a branch of the tree that he hoped would hold him. He caight it and his fall stoped, but he screamed out in pain as it stretched his arms painfully, a tear falling from his eye in the pain.

The Reaper saw it's chance, and if it had a face it would definately have a grin. It moved menacingly towards the new tree, and Cathal knew he couldn't do anything about it. It was hopeless.
With amazing strength, the Reaper lifted up the tree, and threw it out in the direction of another tree, and Cathal slammed into the tree hard, his leg taking just about all of the damage, and was most probably broken. Cathal gritted his teeth, as otherwise he knew he would be in tears. Almost revelling in it's victory,, the Reaper meandered towards Cathal slowly.

"No, I am not dying here," Cathal gritted his teeth as he spoke. "This isn't the end."

He took out two Uzis that were tucked in his belt, and fored them uselessly at the creature. It was now standing over him, as he fired pointless bullets at it, which had no effect.

"Okay, then take this you mother fether!"

Cathal swung his arm out and snatched the amulet from the Reapers neck, taking it by surpise, and was stunned for a moment, before Cathal drew his two knives, and with great pain flung himself upon the Reaper, and in desperation started stabbing the back of it's neck with his two razor sharp blade. The Reaper wailed out in pain, and thre Cathal back at the tree, causing massive pain in his back, before making a high pitched screeching noice, and beginning to shine brightly all over its body, and disappitating with loud crackling sounds, leaving only a shiny, powdery like essence to mark it's demise.

The last thing Cathal saw was the amulet rising mystically, and moving towards him to go around his neck, and had a feeling that he should never go ahuntin' for Reapers again, before everything went black.


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Okay, time for the event summary

Cathal - Took 2 wounds, and broke his leg nastily, also he is badly beaten up and feeling like utter gak.

Reaper - Dead. All thats left of the poor thing is a pile of shiny powder...

But the Reaper gave out a message to all the Reapers, as their consciousness' are all linked, and now Cathal has a Reaper bounty on his head. This Reapers' "friends" will be hunting for him...

Now of course Cathal gained a mystical item, which allows him to trap him and others in a shadow game, where neither can escape, and he chooses how they fight. Also he can shoot one of the blasts this certain Reaper did, but it will tire him out immensely, and should therefore only be used as a last resort.

Hope you all enjoyed it

I do not approve.

Awesome as f***

Best.
Kill.
Ever.

Great, now I have a bounty on my head. On the plus side I did get an Ancient Aztec Lazor Beam.

I admit that the combat should not have gone like that, but the rolls were fething lucky for Catos.

I am making sure that he will have Reapers on his tail now, so if they catch up with him he is

fethed fethed fethed fethed fethed fethed fethed fethed fethed fethed fethed fethed fethed fethed fethed fethed!

But that was just how the dice rolled

I'll get him next time...


Anyway, can't I have some praise for the actual event formality and everything?

Considering it was my first proper one...

Darkvoidof40k wrote:I do not approve.

I wasn't sure it would work either but I guess it might be of some inspiration to other players who are unfortunate enough to encounter a reaper (I'm looking at you Ragnar4!).

Yes! I started the new page!

No, do not think about it guys, this sonuvabiatch was lucky.

Extremely.

You may not be...

But also Ragnar can you please tell me if you are actually planning to fight the Reaper, or run away or something, as I really need to know so I can do an event.

If you are going to fight it I need you to PM me with your actions

Delta stalks a small group of Bandits with an unnerving stealth, only stopping to avoid being spotted by the Bandits and always keeping an eye on the Bandits actions or activates and calculating a way to counter their AK-47’s and scrap Blades. As the Bandits reach the door of a large Church and enter Delta enters through a crack in that leads to the basement and quietly makes his way upstairs only stopping to slice the throat of a Bandit guard and throw his body into the basement. He enters the main area and observes the Bandits knelling before a burning shrine and praying to some false god.

“To our lord who has gifted us survival I offer this trophy over the servants of the rival gods, please guide us lord.”
Delta jumps down from the roof into the group and begins to slice the Bandits throats and disembowelling them. He kicks their leader to the ground and slowly pushes his sword through his skull.
Delta quickly dodges an AK-47 round and slashes the arms of the Bandit, he then forces his blade into the skull of the Bandit.

“What are you?”
A Bandit lies blooded and dyeing and looks up to the vile Delta
“I am the Sentinel of Sorrow, I am the fear, and I am the creature that lurks in the corner of this world.”
Delta strikes a final blow against the Bandits head.

Don't use dice, Kaiser, it's far easier and more satisfactory for everyone if you just spend your time writing a good event.

If I must say so, the last one was.. extremely mediocre. First page of roleplaying and one player gets a death laser?

These Reaper's are turning into great big pussies.

Dimitri hated the darkness. It wasn't that he was scared of it, it was just that it enveloped you and rendered your senses null. In the darkness a man was no more than a bumbling fool. Dimitri smiled at the thought.

'No unless you've been trained for that sort of thing.' he thought. He didn't fear the dark for that reason too, he'd long since learned how to make it his ally.

"который час?" what time is it? Came a familiar gruff voice behind him. Dimitri looked at his watch, and remembered to turn on the light to see it in the infernal darkness. Ever since they'd found this abandoned shack, it had been dark. Despite their best efforts they hadn't been able to find a light source.

"About dawn, we should get moving soon."

"только когда я имел кое-что, чтобы поесть, мой живот убивает меня" "Not until I've had something to eat, my stomach is killing me" came a female voice to Dimitri's right. Dimitri shrugged.

"Alright, we'll eat and then we can go, but make it fast."

"Мог бы также, это будет последняя из пищи, пока мы не добираемся до Монетного веса" "Might as well, it will be the last of the food until we get to Troy" Came a much younger voice to Dimitri's left.

"Let's get some light in here." Dimitri said and flicked a switch. The flashlight came to life and Dimitri set it on the table. He was surrounded by three soldiers, similarly clothed to him. One was huge, had thick arms and a bulldog like face, he held an RPK held like and assault rifle across his chest ans also set it down on the table in front of him.

"Whats on the menu?" The bull man said.

"Same thing as the last three days." Piped the much younger, much smaller man across the table from him, around him was strapped a large satchel with a red cross on it and he held an MP5 at his side.

"How old are those rations? I think my grandpa ate part of em back in World War II" The woman groaned. Unlike the others, she wore a red beret and had an SVD sniper rifle slung over her shoulder.

"You wanna eat Sonya? This is what we have. "Dimitri said sternly."

"Nah, I'll wait, those things are tearing up my insides." She said resignedly. Dimitri shrugged and tossed her rations to the bulldog.

"Heads up Sergei" He said, Sergei caught the package neatly and then passed it to the scrawny kid.

"Here, Peter, you need to put some meat on those bones of yours." Sergei said jokingly.

"Gee, thanks." Peter said with no relish whatsoever.

About ten minutes later the group was leaving the building through the thing's only entrance. It had been quiet for a couple days at least. Dimitri hadn't had to kill a raider or a bandit since last week, but he knew that could all change in a second.

"So where are we going again?" Peter asked.

"Across the river to Troy, maybe we can find some work or at least some shelter there."

"How the hell are we gonna cross the river?" Sergei asked indignantly.

"I'll figure that out when we get there. Right now, lets focus on getting there in one piece, if the intel that old man gave us us is correct, there should be a small encampment just east of the river, we can ask the people there's a way across."

"Yeah unless those people don't want to talk and kill us."

"There's that." Dimitri admitted "But we're just going to have to risk it."

And so the small squad moved on through the wasteland, west towards hope. Or death...........

It is not a death laser.

He can do one blast of Reaper energy, and that's it, you can dodge it, and after it has been used, he is as tired as f**k

FITZZ used dice in his RP and it worked out REALLY well. So I am taking a leaf out of his book *yanks leaf out of book*

And the Reaper wasn't really a pussy, it is just that it's main strength was, well, strength.

Warork; just so you know:

1) The bunker is mine and it has ~500 inhabitants.
2) It has two entrances.
3) Your post requires a re-write.
4) I'm writing IC as we speak.

(Wait, I thought there was more than one, and plus I wasn't even using the entire bunker, just the little entrance area.....

You mean there can't be at least one small part that nobody's at right now? With a bunker that big I think that's highly unlikely I was using the part in the NE part of the map.

And plus I just left the bunker so what does it matter to you?)

It matters that my dudes just left (in the post I've been writing for awhile on and off over the last hour) the NE entrance.

With 500 people, who have lived there for years and have converted schools/play centres/places of worship/shops etc, I'd say most of the space is used.

Besides, strolling through a populated bunker isn't easy.

Sorry dude, but I did call it in my character form. You could just roleplay into existance another bunker somewhere else? Minimal-to-no editing required.

Michael walked through the dimly lit corridor, the grey walls depressing to see, no matter how much he tried to get used to them. John and Thomson matched his pace, whilst Rick, Terry, Bill and Adrian followed in their wake. They walked in silence, until, Thomson broke the tension, "This is dangerous Mikey," he stated. Michael shrugged, "It always is."
They reached the five concrete steps that heralded the beginning of the end of the bunker, and they scaled them in as many steps. John stepped forward, turning the wheel that unlocked the bunker door. The eight foot, thirty-centimetre thick reinforced-steel door screeched open; its metal hinges groaning in protest. Nonetheless, the man hauled it open. Sun light streamed in, forcing them to blink several times in order to adjust their vision. Six of the seven men exited through the doorway, Terry remaining behind the doorway that was the boundary between the artificial underworld that was their home, and the dangerous, uncaring real world.
"See you tonight, Terry," Michael said, turning to his elderly friend.
"I hope so, Michael, it's a cruel world out there nowadays, don't expect any favors from it," The old man replied.
Michael tapped the holstered M9 at his side, "I don't expect anything from the world, except for a tonne of hurt directed at everyone. Luckily, we're packing a few tonnes ourselves," he grinned devillishly.
Terry smiled sadly, "You young fools and your guns; you'll get yourselves killed one of these days."
"Well it's us young fools and our guns that're providing for y'all whilst you all sit comfortably ten metres underground. Have yer missus cook one of her pies, and I promise I'll bring all the lads back in one piece; the tantalizing scent of Martha's pies are enough to rouse the dead."
"I'll put one on your coffin then," Terry chuckled.
"Get lost, you old coot," Michael laughed, humorously waving a hand to wave away the old man.
Terry smiled and shut the steel door with a loud thunk.

The group of soldiers headed over to the garages that stood nearby, hidden under a "hill" that had taken a lot of work to create. Using a remote-control, Rick opened the first. They all embarked upon the jeep that was inside, Bill driving, Michael riding shotgun and the rest in the back. The vehicle roared to life as the correct key entered the ignition. The sturdy jeep moved out of the garage, which closed behind them, and soon climbed to a respectible sixty miles-per-hour. Looking to the South, Michael spied the dangerous ruins of London to which they were headed. Michael knew that they had a high chance of dying there. But didn't they always?

He removed his Mossberg 500 from its holster on his back, opened his 12 Gauge pouche and began pushing shells into the shotgun. He smiled.

Will continue at a later date.

Darkvoidof40k wrote:Don't use dice, Kaiser, it's far easier and more satisfactory for everyone if you just spend your time writing a good event.

If I must say so, the last one was.. extremely mediocre. First page of roleplaying and one player gets a death laser?

These Reaper's are turning into great big pussies.

Hey,

An alleycat can kill a Balor as long as it rolls 3 20's in a row.

(Fine, I changed the location to some random shack in the wasteland somewhere at least generally in the northeastern part of the map, happy now Dark? -_- )

The scimitar trundled down the edge of the road, or what had been a road, since the Apocalypse nobody bothered to repair them, coupled with the overgrowth from the plants they were little more than lumps of broken black rock carving their way across the countryside, they were on their way back from Edin-castle, situated in the shattered remains of edinburgh, They had recived word from troy that they were required, no word yet on why, but it must be serious, a Biker was sent, nobody sends bikers anymore pigeons wer the most reliable and don't use any fuel.

The tank reached a bridge, the center collapsed where it was split by an earthquake, Lucy jumped off the side, dragging the planks of wood about to the width required by the scimitar, Amy guided it across carefully and they carried on their way, they rounded a bend and found a caravan, strewn across the road. Debris was everywhere, gore was splattered across the scene. two huge gash marks eviscerated the horses that were acting as the groups transport

Lucy slid down from the turret, surveying the scene "Damn It, looks like reapers. "how far are we from Franklin's outpost, these are probably some of his people"

Kirsty put her binoculars down "Lucy, there's nothing Franklin can do, he has one stripped down APC, he'll never be able to bring back all these supplys, we better get them off the road"

"we don't have time, we NEED to get to Corby by nightfall, otherwise that will be us, a splat on the road" Roy cut in, "do you want to be a splat?"

they stopped the tank, Kirsty and Lucy quikly searching through the scattered contents of the caravan, they managed to grab a couple jerrycans of fuel and a box of bullets. the pigeons were still alive as well, so lucy set one offf with a message to franklin saying where the wreckage was.

Nice post Ninja, but can you tell me who Franklin is please, or is he just sme leader of an outpost?

Or perhaps I have missed something...

Donesaw cursed under her breath. The maps she had found clearly had marked this site for something, but there was nothing except some big-ass hills.
"well Geri, i guess it was wasted trip after all" She said to her dog, German shepherd that had been her companion since the reapers arrival.

suddenly she hear some motor voice coming from the underground. Arming her AK, she awaited for the reason for the voice to show itself.


OOC
@dark We meet again, mister dark.

We have stats now?

Indeed. New character, eh? Wonder what this "Donesaw" will be like.

Just some random outpost leader, obviously being wanderers my characters would know most of the outposts

Charles Marlow, the Mayor of Troy, paced up and down his office, agitated. He was waiting for someone, and they were taking quite some time to arrive. This pissed him off. Everybody was saying he was paranoid, when he was just making sure that everybody inside Troy was safe. He decided to sit down, and try to calm down a little. The thing was that he thought Troy was not safe enough. The Raiders hadn't attacked in weeks, and he thought they were planning something. Perhaps a way to destroy Troy and take all of it's supplies, destroy all that he had done.
He looked up when a man in a dusty leather jacket, torn jeans, and a cowboy hat walked into the room hurriedly.

"Sorry I'm late Charles. I heard you wanted to see me urgently," he asked, his American accent obvious. "What is it?"

"Swift, I need to ask you something," Charles stated calmly, stroking his moustache. "But you may not like it," he said calmly to his friend. He had known swift for a long time. In fact, they were almost lifelong friends. Him and Charles were the ones who were responsible for bringing Troy together, and he had put him in charge of it's defense. And Charles need him now to agree with him on this.

He spoke again," I think we need to increase the defenses of Troy. I also want to recruit more people to help in the defence of this city. Also we should send out somebody to check on the Raiders in London.

At these words Swift shook his head and spoke.

"Dear God, Charles. You're not going on about this again are ya?" he asked disappointedly. "Troy is perfectly safe, our walls will never be breached, and the Raiders sure as heel ain't gonna get us. Leave them to thier own things. Give US a rest."

"Swift, you know how important this is to me. I am incharge of this city and I do not want it to be destroyed by some dumb Raiders. Remember what happened to the first Troy," he reminded Swift, a tone of annoyment in his voice.

"I know, but that ain't gonna happen to us. We are perfectly safe, Charles, and you know that."

"Listen to me. The Raiders haven't attacked for weeks, now you know they always attack us every chance they get, now I think they have finally thought of a plan to breach our walls. Now do what I said, because you know I am not going to change my mind about this," he said loudly, bangind his fist on the table for effect.

"Fine. But if you're wrong yo're just gonna look silly ain't ya? I'll do the first and second thing, but for the first I'm gonna have to find somebody skilled enough to pul it off."

"Thank you, Swift. Just find somebody who has a good reputation."

"Why do you this, Charles?" Swift asked quietly.

"It's because I care for these people Charles," he said, standing up and walking over to the window to take a look at his great city. "All I do is care. And worry about thier safety being taken away."

K Ninja

You know us American's don't sound like that, right?

( I dunno Mordo, some do, its fine Shas.)

Mordoskul wrote:You know us American's don't sound like that, right?

Meh. Growing up in Wyoming, I thought he sounded a lot smarter than most of the people I knew(lol). Not ALL americans sound like that, but that was clearly, some country bumpkin hick right there.

Ok....let me get a character into this party before it get's to far along....


Player Name:FITZZ
Character Name:Sabrina "Whiskey" Lopez .
Char Age: 26
Char appearance: Latina,Tall (5'8") athletic build,dressed in fatigues .
Equipment: Carries a rucksack filled with supplies as well as an M-4,a Barreta 9MM and a K-Bar knife.
Backstory: Whiskey grew up in East L.A. and was a member of a local street gang,at age 17 she was arrested for the aggravated assault of a rival gang member and given the choice of either joining the armed forces or spending the next ten years in prison.
She opted to join the Army and was subsequently stationed in London.
Other info: Whiskey is a loner...trusting no one,she now wanders the waste land and ruins simply surviving from day to day...

Lev was eating his soup when the shouts of panic began. Donning his suit, he walked out of his shack in town to see half the town on fire, and the other half being attacked by bandits. Sighing, Lev knew he F**ked up. Badly. He should have put out the truck fire. That way, other raiders wouldn't have come.

But now was the time for action. Grabbing his Seiga, Lev began the process of wiping out the bandits. First it was the freak with the rugby ball. His chest became a mess as a 12 gauge slug entered his stomach. The next few had the same fate. Then he saw the hulking man. 7 feet tall, and carrying a Minigun like it was a pistol, the man began firing into the crowd. Lev would have none of it. Taking off his Ghillie suit for better movement, he pulled out the knife of his ancestors. Doing a hunters run (A low, crouched run) he began to move towards the man-beast. Then he was spotted. The man looked towards him, and was beginning to spin the barrels. By the time they had reached the proper RPM, there were no hands to fire the weapon. They were lying on the ground next to it, soaked in blood. Then the man fell. Lev had cut his hands off, then had plunged the knife right into the man's temple.

This had exactly the effect he wanted. The Bandits, seeing the man go down, fled from the Russian.

"Lev... You gotta help..." It was Kat on the radio.

"Da. Yes Kat?"

"We are in the church... They have us here... They killed the men and are raping the women. I'm scared." She sounded frightened, like a small child.

"Do not worry. I will be there in 2 minutes."

"Lev... Hurry..."

Lev returned to his shack, one of the only building not touched by the fire. Grabbing another clip for his shotgun, he donned a flak jacket. He wanted to be comfortable when he killed people.

"Oi, Boss, Gringo's knockin' on da door!" The bandit was obviously ready for the women tied to the pews, the stiffy he sported didn't help conceal it.

"Aight. Let im in."

Lev blew the doors open with a small breaching charge. The bandits became confused, scared, and angry at the same time. That's when Lev struck. Firing the automatic shogun into the men, he blasted holes the size of soda cans into each head with pinpoint accuracy. Round after round was fired from the worn maw of the weapon, but Lev didn't think it was enough. After he ran out of ammunition, There was one bandit left. The one who as crying, has a fairly large brown spot in the seat of his pants, and had, strangely enough, a large hard-on.

Lev fixed that fast. Taking him into the other room, the women only heard the cries of pain as Lev castrated the man with the heel of his boot.

"Come. We leave this place." Lev walked over the bodies of the raiders, beaconing for his comrades to follow.

They did so with no hesitation.

IC:..

Whiskey woke with a start,she'd been dreaming again...which had never been good.
She pulled a frayed blanket she had found tighter around her to combat the early morning chill and glanced around in the dim light.
She'd taken refuge in the cellar of a ruined house just outside of London the night before,after evading a small group of Raiders...not that she was particularly concerned with dealing with that sort...she had simply been tired and had opted to avoid confrontation in hopes of a chance to get some much needed rest..

She stood and streached and sipped some water from her canteen,splashing a bit on her face to chase away the groggy feeling in her head...
Searching the delapedated home she found nothing of use save a few cans of baked beans buried behind a box of molding cracker...she sighed and added the cans to the supplies in her rucksack ,slung her riffle, and walked cautiously outside.
Blinking against the early morning glare Whiskey stared towards London...or what had been London before the world had gone insane.
She shook her head...she'd been in London for the past week and just didn't feel up to returning..Whiskey knew of the various settlements that lay to the West and thought perhaps she'd venture that direction...
She unslung her riffle and crept towards the cover of a nearby line of trees...her dark eyes scanning the area as she moved...
After walking for an hour or better Whiskey found a shaded area and sat...her eyes fixed on the horizan she began to mechanicly spoon beans from one of the cans she'd found earlier into her mouth...if her calculations were correct ...she'd reach "Posh Town" in an hour.

OOC:...

I figure I'll have "Whiskey" stroll on over to Elysium and see what sort of trouble she can stir up.

The sun blazed unforgivingly overhead and Dimitri wiped the sweat from his brow. Him and his squad had been walking for hours now, and the sun was high in the sky. Dimitri stopped for a moment and took a swig from his canteen, not relishing how low his supply was.

"How are we for water?" He asked. Peter spoke up.

"Not very good, we might last another day."

Dimitri grunted and shook his head, they needed supplies soon. He looked west and saw the town they sought, just a spec on the horizon, or at least he thought it was the town, the heat haze was distorting his vision. They walked on, without shade, there were no trees in the wasteland. The might as well have been traversing a desert. Hours passed and the land changed little, the encountered no people or even any indigenous life. The town was closer than they expected though, they soon could see the outline of it on the horizon, a few buildings were taller than the others it seemed, and rather strangely shaped.

Soon, they found a road, or rather, a path at least, made for caravans or wagons to cross over the wasteland and followed that.

"Hey boss, we got company." Sonya said suddenly, Dimitri looked up, he saw what they all saw, a man standing in the middle of the road, about a hundred yards away, next to an overturned wagon.

"Looks like he's stuck." Sergei said.

"Advance with caution." Dimitri ordered and continued on.

Soon they were a few yards away, the man was wearing blue overalls and had horrible teeth, his head was covered with a wool cap.

"Hey there strangers." He said. "Mind helping an old timer with his wagon?"

Dimitri gave a quick look to his squad, they thought the same thing, he was much too friendly for a blasted place like this.

"This is yours eh?" Dimitri asked, indicating the wagon, truth be told he was stalling for time, hoping the man would slip up soon and expose himself for whatever trick he was trying to pull.

"Why, no, sonny, I just need to get this thing flipped over, if you'd be so kind as to come over here and help me, I'd be much obliged."

Dimitri squinted, he searched the man's face for any signs of fallacy, finding none, he sighed, perhaps the man was just what he seemed, a stranger needing some help.

"Alright, let me--" He began when a loud crack resounded off the surrounding air, the squad immediately knew it was the retort of a rifle and hit the deck. Dimitri looked around, in the distance, not too far away he saw a man topple over the backside of a hill and another next to him duck. Another rifle shot rang out and the second man on the hill flew backwards. Dimitri's head snapped around as he heard the click of a weapon being cocked next to him and saw that the old man was now pointing a revolver at his guts, the man began to curse at Dimitri but was quickly cut off as Dimitri, grabbed the man's wrist and with a quick snap, broke it. The revolver dropped ans so did the man, writhing and holding his broken wrist. Dimitri picked up the revolver and fired it into the man's head before he could protest and then dropped the pistol.

"Boss" Sergei said, getting Dimitri's attention. He looked up and saw another figure approaching them, his squad raised their weapons but Dimitri waved them down. He had a feeling this man had just saved their butts.

the man became easier to make out as he came closer, he was clothed in a leather duster and wide brimmed cowboy hat, in his hands he held a Winchester repeater.

"You folks alright?" He asked, taking all the supplies he could from the dead old man, not asking who had killed him, Dimitri figured he probably didn't care.

"Yeah, thanks for the help." Dimitri said evenly. "Whats your name, friend?"

the man looked up and smiled slightly. "Rosco, Rivendell ranger at your service."

"Rivendell?" Peter asked. Rosco pointed to the town in the distance. "That little patch of dirt over there."

"That's what the town's called? Why?"

"Oh, you'll see." Rosco said, chuckling a little to himself.

Together, the band made their way towards the town, as they neared it, Dimitri's eyes widened in surprise, the structures he had thought were buildings were not in fact that but trees. Not just the knurled knob ridden husks that one often sees in the wasteland, but large, tall trees with huge canopies of golden leaves. Even before the apocalypse, Dimitri had seen nothing like it.

"святое дерьмо!" "Holy gak!" Sonya exclaimed.

"How is that possible?" Peter asked Rosco as they neared the town's gate.

"They've mutated, or so I've been told, the leaves turned from green to golden and never shed, they stay this way year round, they were here when the town was founded as far as I know, they've stayed ever since."

Soon, the five entered the small town through its large gate and made their way to the center.

"Well, here we are, friends, you can probably get a meal and a place to stay over there at the saloon and the inn, just try not to cause too much trouble okay?" Rosco said with a chuckle and left them.

"Come on" Dimitri said, heading off, his hands on his weapon. "Lets go get some real food."

i may join this going to see how it pans out for a while, and of course I'm sorting out a truly indepth char

Screw it ill join

Player Name:Tyranic Marta
Character Name: Terence Blackwood, (No not the one from SURVIVE )
Char Age: 37
Char appearance: Lightly tanned skin and the surety of someone with many years of experience. Scars from some form of massive injury criss cross his chest, a doctor would say they look self inflicted, his left eye is a startling bright blue the other is a milky white, however he can still see out of it due to a wierd genetic disposition. His mouth is almost permanantly closed due to a bullet sawing through the nerves on the right side of his jaw, the wound slowly healing and so his speach is often short if at all spoken. A groove along his right cheek that reaches to his ear testament to the bullet wound. His powerful arms and strong legs suggest the build of someone who excels in bursts of strength that can be held and endured. His Leather Jacket has been lined with monofilament Titanium-Alloy fibres that increase its strength, his DPM pants come right out of a Pre-apocalyptic engagement, and his boots are military issue. His black singlet has seen its share of damage as its many patches attest. The final thing one would be drawn to upon seeing this grisiled veteran would be his length of black hair drain into a braid that reaches down his back, tipped at the end with 4 teeth taken from the mouth of one of his victims.
Equipment: His Remigington 40cal sniper rifle has dozens of kill marks on its weathered stock and the silenced SMG on a bandolier sling has its share too. A pack filled with ammo and grenades is strapped to his back, the kidney strap adorned with grenades and clip on magazine holsters for his SMG, a thigh holster holds a Browning 9mm silenced pistol and a 15" combat knife is slipped into its holster on his boot.
Backstory: Terence has seen fighting across all 7 continents in the service of various world powers, when the apocalypse stuck he was piloting a helicopter gunship that was engaging a rebel pirate ship of the coast of Peurto Rico fufilling a contract, he managed to rise above the breakers of the following Tsunami and head to the nearest refulling point that was still standing after the fall.

He hates to tell others of his past but the one thing he often speaks of is his sighting of one of the worlds most lethal predators, he will then laugh and mutter under his breath, "I looked in a mirror"
Other info: Loyal to few people except those who pay him he has a soft spot somewhere deep down that he nurtures but tells noone of.

When I wake up, I'll be sure to do a nice long post.

Welcome aboard, Marta.

Thanks Darkvoid

Tyranic Marta wrote:Thanks Darkvoid.

You're welcome.

I think we've established that England (and the rest of the world) is radically different from how we all imagine it now. It's more of a barren wasteland made up of dirt and sand, rather than grass and soil, and the temperature has risen greatly from an average of 15 Degrees on a good day to almost always the heat we get on our hottest days (roughly 35-40 degrees celsius).

okyday

Remember FITZZ, that if they guys in Elysium don't like you, or don't even think you look clean enough, they will chuck your right out on your a$$

Well said Dark, and Tyranic, good to see you aboard m8

Chowderhead, I really must say that I like what you are doing in your posts...

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Well said Dark, and Tyranic, good to see you aboard m8

Chowderhead, I really must say that I like what you are doing in your posts...

You.. you like castration?

Cathal woke up groggily and attempted to stand up. Long story short, he failed. He attempted again with a large amount of pain due to his broken leg but managed to lean against a tree for suppourt. He looked at the amulet around his neck curiously, he had a slight concussion and couldn't quite remember how he had got it.

"Wait till the guys back in Troy see this!" he thought to himself before coming to the sudden realization that until he fixed his leg he wasn't going anywhere. He fashioned a crude splint out of some wood and string, hoping it would do the trick. He realized he would have to fix his leg straight if he was going to use it in the first place. With immense pain, he snapped his leg back into position, causing him to cry out in pain. He strapped the makeshift splint to his leg and found a walking stick. He started painfully walking back to Troy, each step more agonising than the last.

"This had better be worth it," he thought to himself and found him wondering about how to use the item.

"I'll think about it later," he thought to himself.


Three hours later he reached the gates of Troy, panting. He shouted out to the man guarding the mighty doors,

"Little help here? Went toe to toe with a reaper and kinda need some help!" The guard looked on in amazement as his partner called for the gates to be opened. There was a small crowd gathering after hearing the story of the reaper death.

"Rumours," thought Cathal, "The only things in the universe that can travel faster than the speed of light," he walked painfully into Troy as the crowd marvelled at the item hanging around his neck.

"Well since I'm the only human to have a mysical item or to defeat a reaper, I gues that might be cause for celebration....."

OOC: In case any players feel like going to Troy there's someone there who might want to start a survival group!

I can't take your character seriously, Catos.

I think Catos's Character is supposed to be a self obsesed Chuck Norris wanabe

His character is definately not serious, but he can be when he wants to be... maybe?

...No?

...

...

...

... soooo anybody up for a game of Kwik Cricket?

I had a game of quick cricket yesterday at school. The fat kid hit the ball, ran two steps the wrong way and fell over backwards. So funny.

And he can only be whatever he likes if Kaiser lets him. At the minute, I can't see what his character is adding to the roleplay apart from "zomg I'm an invincible super hero hurr".

Darkvoidof40k wrote:I had a game of quick cricket yesterday at school. The fat kid hit the ball, ran two steps the wrong way and fell over backwards. So funny.

And he can only be whatever he likes if Kaiser lets him. At the minute, I can't see what his character is adding to the roleplay apart from "zomg I'm an invincible super hero hurr".

Well I didn't actually expect to succeed in taking down the reaper and at the moment I am already planning on doing something important. Besides, if someone walked into your school with plutonium people might get pretty interested. Im only posting what I think would happen if I actually walked into troy with a magical cursed artefact.

p.s. blood reaper I dont see what your character is doing other than killing random people like you're Chuck Norris. When I killed the reaper it was Kaisers idea not mine so dont call me a chuck norris wannabe.

p.p.s I dont want you guys to hate me just bear in mind my last post will be relevent to future posts.

We don't hate you; that would be stupid considering we don't know you.

Kaiser, in the spirit of the game and the fear-factor he was racking up for these Reapers, should've killed your character or let him escape with serious wounds, instead of letting him kill it somehow. I can understand why he did it; when you're GMing the urge to be soft and not kill characters is very hard to ignore; a problem I'm dealing with in the current Space Hulk event.

Trask Cale brought up his binoculars and looked towards a mysterious building with Aztec designs imprinted on it. He was here to be the savior, To bring back all the civilians who were lost here. He would be a hero.

Or so he thought.

He watched in awe as 5 figures moved out of the building, levitating!

"Jesus, they must be the Reapers!" he thought as they moved around, but suddenly his heart stopped beating when, as one, they turned and stared at him, thier gold burning eyes penetrating deep into his nerves.

"Oh crap!"

Then they simply disappeared, and Trask thought that he was safe, and that he had just imagined them, when they appeared directly in front of him, thier bodies translucent, and scary as hell, he thought.
He lowered his binoculars as the one that was directly in front him brought his hand towards his face, and the darkness enveloped him...

************

The Reaper moved onwards, it's thoughts focusing on his one target, who had killed another of his kin. He would be destroyed, and all those whgo followed him would be as well.
The man who he had just encountered had been spying on them, but he would grant him a bit of mercy. He would be a tool like the others who had wondered too close to them. The same mercy would not be granted to his target. He would die a terribly painful, and slow death, and would be a sacrifice to the Gods.

He revelled in these thoughts, as did his allies, as they moved closer and closer, towards the one they would destroy...

Darkvoidof40k wrote:We don't hate you; that would be stupid considering we don't know you.

Kaiser, in the spirit of the game and the fear-factor he was racking up for these Reapers, should've killed your character or let him escape with serious wounds, instead of letting him kill it somehow. I can understand why he did it; when you're GMing the urge to be soft and not kill characters is very hard to ignore; a problem I'm dealing with in the current Space Hulk event.

Fair enough. I'm not sure how I survived either

No, I did not do it out of being soft and kind towards Catos.

If I had had my way, he would either now be dead, or he would just have survived major injureis and escaped.

It was just the way the dice rolled, and I have already explained why I am going to be using dice for these events, as I took inspiration from FITZZ's RP, in which it worked really well.

Now, lock it up, and get on with the roleplaying

Catos wrote:

Darkvoidof40k wrote:We don't hate you; that would be stupid considering we don't know you.

Kaiser, in the spirit of the game and the fear-factor he was racking up for these Reapers, should've killed your character or let him escape with serious wounds, instead of letting him kill it somehow. I can understand why he did it; when you're GMing the urge to be soft and not kill characters is very hard to ignore; a problem I'm dealing with in the current Space Hulk event.

Fair enough. I'm not sure how I survived either

"Lucky rolls" apparently. ¬.¬

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:No, I did not do it out of being soft and kind towards Catos.

If I had had my way, he would either now be dead, or he would just have survived major injureis and escaped.

It was just the way the dice rolled, and I have already explained why I am going to be using dice for these events, as I took inspiration from FITZZ's RP, in which it worked really well.

Now, lock it up, and get on with the roleplaying

Just because you get some dice rolls, as GM you have no reason to do exactly what they "say". This is why dice are a bad idea; they have no sense of humanity or understanding of the spirit of the game. They can create really stupid situations, for example, end of a roleplay, the last character is running for his life to disarm the bomb/assassinate the dictator/escape/whatever and then he trips on a random rock and cracks his skull open, or some crappy cultist jumps out of nowhere and whacks him to death with a stick.

Okay, I admit I could have done it better, and not let him kill it, but that was the first fricking event I have ever done. Remember, this is the first goddamn RP I have ever done, so cut me some slack.

okay seriously, just forgive and forget and continue the rp

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Okay, I admit I could have done it better, and not let him kill it, but that was the first fricking event I have ever done. Remember, this is the first goddamn RP I have ever done, so cut me some slack.

Oh, I'm sorry. Let me just apologize for explaining what you did wrong and why, so that your future events will be better. When I did my first events, I didn't have someone to point out what I did wrong/give help.

I've killed 6 unwary Bandits and you've deafeted a Reaper , somthing that turned the world into a hell hole. I'm not trying to be Chuck Norris and you've instantly got a crowd cheering for you.

blood reaper wrote:I've killed 6 unwary Bandits and you've deafeted a Reaper , somthing that turned the world into a hell hole. I'm not trying to be Chuck Norris and you've instantly got a crowd cheering for you.

Don't forget snapping his own broken leg back into position whilst being totally unaffected by blood loss, then hiking 3 hours over dangerous, Reaper and Raider filled land.

Quick attempt to explain the "Combat resolution system" I'm using for my RP...

All characters have a basic stat outline sort of like 40K (WS/BS/S/T...etc) and I use that as a guideline when combats come in to play..using dice rolls..

..But...I also have all players involved PM me with specific character actions concerning what their character wishes to do in a given event...

I find this method to work both in reflecting the randomness of being in a fight while maintaining a coherent narrative in the storyline..

In the events I now do, I exclude dice and stat systems, and now I also exclude the venerable PM system (unless it is absolutely necessary). It gives much more freedom. But depending on people's GMing experience and ability, YMMV.

Darkvoidof40k wrote:In the events I now do, I exclude dice and stat systems, and now I also exclude the venerable PM system (unless it is absolutely necessary). It gives much more freedom. But depending on people's GMing experience and ability, YMMV.

Different strokes for different folks I suppose,I find the system I'm using to work out fairly well,but see the merits of yours as well.

From what players have done for the background, I determine thier stats upon, I let them PM me and work out what they will try to do etc.

Then I do the dice rolls, and write up the results in a stroy kind of way.

I find this way good, and I will try to make it better by suggestions etc. that are given.

But I use this way because I belive it is fair for the fights that come up.

I don't really see any problems in it, but if any disagree with me please let me know.

Edit: Btw has anybody actually read the storyline event I did just earlier?

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:but if any disagree with me please let me know.

Not sure how much clearer I can be..

I'm gonna get some post done at some point today.

Yes, but you're not being that specififc, so far you have basically, shortened down, told me that I should either totally ditch the dice roll system, or ignore some if the things the rolls tell me.

I personally think that if I ditched the dice roll system it would be totally unfair.

e.g. If two players were fighting eachother all I do is determine who wins and which player get's killed, which is not really fair.

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Yes, but you're not being that specififc, so far you have basically, shortened down, told me that I should either totally ditch the dice roll system, or ignore some if the things the rolls tell me.

I personally think that if I ditched the dice roll system it would be totally unfair.

e.g. If two players were fighting eachother all I do is determine who wins and which player get's killed, which is not really fair.

Fair? Who needs fair when you've created a totally awesome, 10,000 word event? As I've said, do what's in the best interests of the roleplay. But at some point, people are going to start dying. Sure, plot armor will have some degree of influence on this, but at the end of the day it's your job to decide when our characters die.

And if you're going to do the dice system.. make the Reapers stronger.. for example, this is how I'd do my character (not basing this off of 40k humans):

Mikey
WS: 4
BS: 4
S: 5
T: 4
W: 3
I: 4
A: 2
LD: 8
Sv: -- or 4+ if wearing armour

Reaper
WS: 6
BS: 5
S: 7
T: 6
W: 5
I: 5
A: 4
LD: 10
Sv: --

Okay, thank you Dark, that will make it a lot easier, I will use those Reaper stats for major Reapers, but a little weaker for minors.

Flying ones will obviously have more agility and stuff.



So, yeah if you haven't read my storyline event, basically the Reapers are now hunting for Cathal, and because of thier amazing senses and quite strong Psychic powers, they will find him quite quickly...

... oh, he's in Troy is he?

That will make it very fun...


Edit: Thank you again Dark, that gives me an idea.

Please could everybody kindly give out thier stats in the way Dark has, and it has to be not overpowered or anything, and it should fit in a little bit with you characters info

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Okay, thank you Dark, that will make it a lot easier, I will use those Reaper stats for major Reapers, but a little weaker for minors.

Flying ones will obviously have more agility and stuff.



So, yeah if you haven't read my storyline event, basically the Reapers are now hunting for Cathal, and because of thier amazing senses and quite strong Psychic powers, they will find him quite quickly...

... oh, he's in Troy is he?

That will make it very fun...

If I remember correctly, FITZZ mentioned something about going to Troy..

Event

Sabrina suddenly felt that if she was to go to Troy, bad stuff(!) would happen. She shrugged and carried on, dismissing it and deciding it was just herself 'not being right in the head' again..

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Please could everybody kindly give out thier stats in the way Dark has, and it has to be not overpowered or anything, and it should fit in a little bit with you characters info

I'll just do it for y'all, because I feel I'm quite likely to do it fairly and correctly, and because it saves time.

Also, Kaiser, don't forget to put the map and new characters into the OP soon.

Ooookaaaay...

Tanks a lot Dark, I mean "Thanks" a lot Darko


Hmm, I think an event will happen fairly soon, all in Troy...

... and of course, after that Charles will still need somebody to go and infiltrate London and find out if the Raiders are planning something, because he is paranoid

Darkvoidof40k wrote:I'll just do it for y'all, because I feel I'm quite likely to do it fairly and correctly, and because it saves time.

WS: 5
BS: 5
S: 4
T: 5
W: 3
I: 5
A: 2
LD: 8
Sv: 5+ (4+ invun representing dodging and mystic protection)

just in case

The Reaper looked down at the shiny powder, which was the only thing which marked the other Reapers demise. It had only been a minor, which must have been why fell, because all minors have thier core badly exposed on the back of thier neck, while majors have thiers tightly concealed, and protected by inpenetrable material. Majors like him were almost unstoppable when encountering humans, and that was why they were made. To destroy humankind when the time was right.

Suddenly, the Reaper noticed something. The mystical item that should have been there, was not. All Reapers carried them, to protect them from the vile and infectious humans. Obviously the one who destroyed the minor took it. This was bad. Very bad. The item was now infected, and it must be destroyed.

It told the others telepathicly what it had discovered, and that they were now on the move. They would find this vile creature. They would destroy him...

Sorry, no mystical invun

Almost done with the profiles and stats..

kool kool

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Cool, cool.

They might need a bit of revision; between me and you. But on the whole, when you think about it, I think they're quite realistic. But 40k stats have never been a good way to represent reality.. which is why I oppose this system so greatly.

Might also want to add another characterstic: Luck (read: plot armor).

WS: 5
BS: 3 (Delta doesn't use guns.)
S: 4
T: 4 (Heavy armour)
W: 2 (I think most characters should have 2-3 wounds.)
I: 5
A: 4 (Represented by the Bailsong Knife and his twin blades used by the character.)
LD: 8
Sv: 4+ (Heavy armour)

Hmmm, think it would be cool, but what would Luck do, would it be like if luck meant that a bolt shot out wouldn't hit you or anything?

Luck , roll to see if your unluckey or luckey.

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Hmmm, think it would be cool, but what would Luck do, would it be like if luck meant that a bolt shot out wouldn't hit you or anything?

Each point (gained and lost through your decision and usage) allows something unlikely and beneficial to the character to happen. All characters start with 1.

Also, changing to the Lazarus stat style might be a good idea, or better a hybrid of that and the 40k stats.

Player Name: blood reaper
Character Name: Subject Delta
Char Age: 39
Char appearance: Face and body covered inb strange knight like armour
Equipment: Two Swords and a Balisong (knife) along with Heavy armour
Backstory: Delta is a strange and extremly dangerous lunatic who once served as a mercenery for any one willing to pay a high price , after many years of killing and assinations Delta was imprisoned for his crimes and was driven mad by his failure to evade capture. When the apocalypse came Delta escaped and will continue to spread terror.
Other info: Utterly insane and will kill anything in his path

WS: 4
BS: 4
S: 4
T: 4
W: 3
I: 3(2)
A: 4
LD: 10
Sv: 5+

Player Name: Darko, of the Void of 40k
Character Name: Michael "Mikey" Kane
Char Age: 37
Char appearance: Strong, large build, broad shoulders, 6'5, large messy brown beard and hair
Equipment: M9 with belt holster, Mossberg 500 with back holster, 5 Additional M9 clips, 12 Gauge ammo pouch, 15" Bowie Knife in combat sheath - all mounted on a Bandolier.
Backstory: A dedicated Rugby player and ex-US military for years, Mike has always been a survivor, born and bred in the great state of Texas.
Other info: Holed up in a network of abandoned military bunkers with approximately 500 other survivors, including a hundred or so Home Guard.

WS: 4
BS: 4
S: 5
T: 5
W: 3
I: 3
A: 2
LD: 8
Sv: --

Player Name: Devastator
Character Name: Bonesaw
Char Age: 28
Char appearance: something like this
Equipment: AK-74M with sling and bayonet, m9 with belt holster , 6 clips for AK and 3 for m9, chest rig ,back pack, combat knife, gas mask, Molotovs.
Backstory: "treasure" seeker with some military training, Bonesaw wanders village to village trading what ever she finds while looting.
Other info : paranoid and slightly insane[/color/

WS: 3
BS: 3
S: 4
T: 4
W: 3
I: 3
A: 2
LD: 8
Sv: --

Player Name: Potato_God, Lord of the Harvest
Character Name: Stix n Stones (Stix for short)
Char Age: 16
Char appearance: shaggy shoulder length hair, very worn grey jacket, patchwork pants.
Equipment: Machete, Old 9mm, 3 clips, FN-FAL, book of Grimms Fairy Tales
Backstory: Before the Incident, Stix was a feral child who lived in the Woods of the northern New York. since he was a small child, a hiker would come into the woods and visit him. He taught Stix how to read, speak, and gave him food and water. after the incident, Stix left the woods, trying to find the man who helped him, and just trying to survive; just like before.
Other info: feral child, is suspicious of people.


WS: 3
BS: 1
S: 3
T: 3
W: 2
I: 5
A: 3
LD: 7
Sv: --

Player Name: WARORK93
Character Name: Dimitri Petrenko
Char Age: 32
Char appearance: short, compact, scrappy, durable, 5'11, rugged, scruffy black hair, clothed in tiger stripe camo fatigues, gloves, camouflage bandanna and black combat boots
Equipment: AK-103 (foldable stock, SUSAT sights, extended mag, detachable suppressor) basically this, A survival knife/bayonet like this, combat shovel like this, and an RPG-7 launcher with no ammo, hazmat gear and gas mask
Backstory: Dimitri was a Spetznaz operative in the unstable Russian Federation government before the apocalypse, his squad survived by hiding in an old fallout bunker abandoned after the cold war. When they surfaced, they found the wastelands that used to be their homeland, and now wander aimlessly, seeking only to survive and be a force unto their own.
Other info: generally logical and calm, can be brutal and closed minded due to his training and experiences in the post apocalypse

WS: 4
BS: 5
S: 4
T: 4
W: 3
I: 4
A: 2
LD: 9
Sv: --


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.

WS: 3
BS: 6
S: 4
T: 4
W: 3
I: 4
A: 3
LD: 8
Sv: --


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.

WS: 4
BS: 4
S: 4
T: 4
W: 3
I: 4
A: 2
LD: 8
Sv: 6+

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.


WS: 3
BS: 3
S: 4
T: 4
W: 3
I: 5
A: 2
LD: 7
Sv: --

Player Name:FITZZ
Character Name:Sabrina "Whiskey" Lopez .
Char Age: 26
Char appearance: Latina,Tall (5'8") athletic build,dressed in fatigues .
Equipment: Carries a rucksack filled with supplies as well as an M-4,a Barreta 9MM and a K-Bar knife.
Backstory: Whiskey grew up in East L.A. and was a member of a local street gang,at age 17 she was arrested for the aggravated assault of a rival gang member and given the choice of either joining the armed forces or spending the next ten years in prison.
She opted to join the Army and was subsequently stationed in London.
Other info: Whiskey is a loner...trusting no one,she now wanders the waste land and ruins simply surviving from day to day...


WS: 3
BS: 4
S: 3
T: 3
W: 3
I: 4
A: 2
LD: 8
Sv: --

Player Name:Tyranic Marta
Character Name: Terence Blackwood, (No not the one from SURVIVE )
Char Age: 37
Char appearance: Lightly tanned skin and the surety of someone with many years of experience. Scars from some form of massive injury criss cross his chest, a doctor would say they look self inflicted, his left eye is a startling bright blue the other is a milky white, however he can still see out of it due to a wierd genetic disposition. His mouth is almost permanantly closed due to a bullet sawing through the nerves on the right side of his jaw, the wound slowly healing and so his speach is often short if at all spoken. A groove along his right cheek that reaches to his ear testament to the bullet wound. His powerful arms and strong legs suggest the build of someone who excels in bursts of strength that can be held and endured. His Leather Jacket has been lined with monofilament Titanium-Alloy fibres that increase its strength, his DPM pants come right out of a Pre-apocalyptic engagement, and his boots are military issue. His black singlet has seen its share of damage as its many patches attest. The final thing one would be drawn to upon seeing this grisiled veteran would be his length of black hair drain into a braid that reaches down his back, tipped at the end with 4 teeth taken from the mouth of one of his victims.
Equipment: His Remigington 40cal sniper rifle has dozens of kill marks on its weathered stock and the silenced SMG on a bandolier sling has its share too. A pack filled with ammo and grenades is strapped to his back, the kidney strap adorned with grenades and clip on magazine holsters for his SMG, a thigh holster holds a Browning 9mm silenced pistol and a 15" combat knife is slipped into its holster on his boot.
Backstory: Terence has seen fighting across all 7 continents in the service of various world powers, when the apocalypse stuck he was piloting a helicopter gunship that was engaging a rebel pirate ship of the coast of Peurto Rico fufilling a contract, he managed to rise above the breakers of the following Tsunami and head to the nearest refulling point that was still standing after the fall.

He hates to tell others of his past but the one thing he often speaks of is his sighting of one of the worlds most lethal predators, he will then laugh and mutter under his breath, "I looked in a mirror"
Other info: Loyal to few people except those who pay him he has a soft spot somewhere deep down that he nurtures but tells noone of.


WS: 3
BS: 4
S: 5
T: 5
W: 3
I: 3(2)
A: 2
LD: 8
Sv: 4+


Player Name: Ragnar4
Character Name: (Unknown) Fresh Meat is his current moniker. Although he answers to just about any name that includes the word "meat" in it. "meat head, dead meat.. etc."
Char Age: 16
Char appearance: Meat is a smaller, yet wiry boy with dark hair and dark eyes. Several tattoos adorn his body, crudely worked into his skin. Many of the things that he wears have both a functional and drive towards an aesthetic. He wears a heavy chain around his waist as a belt, but it also functions as a handy weapon in a pinch. His hand-cuff bracelets, have been modified to link together to strangle someone, or perhaps slide down a wire. Meat is a very well put-together boy, who managed to escape a lot of scars of the body, yet replaced them with scars of the mind. His eyes bear the weight of a near decade of torment from his "protectors".
Equipment: Heavy gauge chain belt, Modified handcuffs on his wrists, 2 old pieces of rusty sheet steel big enough to cover his torso held together by 2 leather straps that go over his shoulders. a back-pack with rations, ammo, water purifier tables, rope, a dirty mason jar of moonshine alcohol, a few polaroids of a man and woman who are presumably his parents holing him as a baby, or playing with him as a child. (these are his most treasured items in the world)
Backstory: Meats memory starts 2 weeks after he was found by the escaped convicts on death row that escaped from some unknown penitentary located in "California" in the world before the Reapers. How far they had traveled until they met Meat, or how far they traveled afterwards, is unknown. The convicts acted like a gang, who affectionately referred to themselves as "55 Death Dealers" had no remorse for anyone outside of the confines of their clique, and Meat, being an interesting prospect for several reasons was protected by Juanita "Big Mama" Santos for obvious reasons. Not so obvious reasons led to Johnathan "Slide-knife" Chake becoming a mentor, protector to Meat in his formative years in the gang. Slide-knife was a pedohpile with a thing for pretty boys, so slide-knife took the best of care of Meat during the days, and the worst of care of Meat during the night. Finally after 5 years of murder, drugs, being ritually tatooed for his actions within the gang, being raped, running from the horrors of the night, etc. James "Big Gun" Popovich and Slide-knife got into an altercation over Meat like he was a piece of property. In the fight, Big Gun broke Slide-knife's neck. Meat knew what was going on, Big Gun's old woman had fresh bruises and cuts on a nearly weekly basis, and they usually showed up at night. He wasn't about to become Big Gun's property, so he offered some of his home-made shine to Big Gun and after getting him sufficiently sloshed, Meat lashed out with his chain, snapping Big-guns leg in two at the knee, and dodged bullets and thrown knives as he stole off into the night escaping the "55 Death Dealers"... for now.

Most of Meat's tattoos are the prison kind, teardrops for men he's killed, spiderweb on the elbow, two playing card 5's on his chest for his old captors. He abbhores them. He's even gone so far as to scrub one off with sand-paper, but he caught a nasty infection that he barely overcame on his own.
He also has a paralyzing fear of having his head underwater. He was seriously abused a lot using water "treatements"


WS: 3
BS: 3
S: 3
T: 3
W: 3
I: 3
A: 2
LD: 7
Sv: --


Player Name: Evaelc
Character Name: William “Gramps" Graham
Character Age: 45
Character Appearance: Will has been around a while and as such has a receding grey hairline. His face, slightly wrinkled is angular and narrow. Standing at about 5’11” he is of medium build.
Equipment: Steyr rifle with under slung grenade launcher, Backpack with; medical kit, surgeon’s tools, flares, ammo, rations
Backstory: Will was a medical doctor before the so-called apocalypse. Living in New Zealand he was lucky enough to survive, however his grandson was not. With nothing left for him he joined the national army or what was left of it. He was assigned as Medical aid for his company and at first he was laughed at but after several missions and near death experiences of some of his company members he became a valued member thanks to his medical experience. Even in the heat of a gunfight he could keep his cool and help out. Thanks to this he was requested to work for the British however after his flight was high jacked he was lucky to escape from the plane before it crashed. Now he is stranded in the middle of London with next to nothing to survive.


WS: 3
BS: 4
S: 4
T: 4
W: 3
I: 3
A: 2
LD: 8
Sv: --

(was ninjad)

you know, Bonesaw had served in army before the fall?

BIC: Cathal sat down in his chair, opposite the mayor of Troy. He had been called there after hearing rumours about the item he carried and thought about checking him out just in case.

"So, Cathal did you say it was?" asked the mayor.

"Yes," replied Cathal simply.

"It has come to my attention that you posses one of the reapers artefacts,"

"Yes I have,"

"How did you obtain it?"

"Didn't the guard tell you? I killed a reaper. It nearly killed me. End of story."

Cathal hadn't got time for this, he was growing impantient with all his pointless questions. He just wanted to return home. He looked around the room and noticed that for a post apocalyptic settlement it was reasonably organised. There was a desk of sorts made of scrap iron and walls contsructed out of wood and metal that looked like it was thrown together at the last minute. There was a tattered old union jack flag hanging from the far wall and dying flowers that looked suspiciously like carrot tops in clay pots on the desk. There was also a once-comfy looking chair behind the desk which had obviously seen better days. Standing in the corner of the room was an athletic looking man wearing a cowboy costume. He smirked at the sight of him but realized he had more important things to do than laugh at a cowboy.

"Who are you?" he asked the mayor, "And why do you have a cowboy standing in the corner of the room? He looks ridiculous." The man walked to him angrily and looked like he was a bout to hit him before the mayor stopped him,

"Calm down now Swift," so that was his name,

"That sonofabitch insulted my appearance," he argued against the mayor, who seemed to have more authority than him.

"Now, now, just calm down," he stammered, intimidated by the large man, "Save your energy, you never know when the bandits will attack,"

"You and your damn bandits," he replied.

"Hello? Getting bored over here." Cathal said, irritated.

"Yes of course," the mayor said and turned away from the large man,

"I am mayor Charles Marlow of Troy and I just wanted to ask you a few questions about your item,"

"I know," replied Cathal who was getting pretty annoyed about this now. Charles ignored his rudeness and proceeded to ask,

"How did you kill it, what did you do?"

"I stabbed it in the neck,"

"And that killed it?"

"It took a few shots but yeah,"

"And what does your item do?"

"No idea, haven't tried using it yet,"

"And do you know how to use it?"

"Something along the lines of sticking out my hand dramatically and hoping something happens," Cathal joked.

"Eugh," Charles sighed, this was going to take a while.....

Yep, I agree with those Dark, thanks

@Devastator, you did say you only had "some military training, but then again I suppose it should be 4 for BS

Also, Dark, just noticed that blood reaper has a 4 for BS, when he doesn't use guns, so I think that should change a little, but otherwise I think you did a great job

@darko I do have a slight problem with that: blood reaper said he doesnt use guns but he still has a better bs than me and i use guns all the time? Just asking.

Delta stalked the streets of London in serch of shelter for the night as Bandits and Brutes had driven him from the Church by driving a truck through the Churches doors and had nearly crushed him under the truck , he had escaped but had taken a shot to the leg and was not up for a encounter. He broke open the door of a small building and rested against the wall. He heard the sounds of Bandit bikers driving wildly in the streets of london and the scretch of trucks and mussle cars.

Devastator wrote:(was ninjad)

you know, Bonesaw had served in army before the fall?

It ain't in your profile, so it ain't in your stats. Should've thought about it before you posted your character, eh?

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Yep, I agree with those Dark, thanks

Ye be muchly welcome.

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:@Devastator, you did say you only had "some military training, but then again I suppose it should be 4 for BS

Also, Dark, just noticed that blood reaper has a 4 for BS, when he doesn't use guns, so I think that should change a little, but otherwise I think you did a great job

He used to be a mercenary, in case you hadn't noticed.

Catos wrote:@darko I do have a slight problem with that: blood reaper said he doesnt use guns but he still has a better bs than me and i use guns all the time? Just asking.

Your character was a game enthusiast and an athletic (you have I5), not a soldier. What's more, Blood Reaper's character has 13 years on yours.

It seems I missed out two characters. Going to edit them into my stats posts now. When I'm done, put it and the map in the OP, if you will Kaiser.

No probs

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:@Devastator, you did say you only had "some military training,

I really should double-check before posting.
yeah BS4 would be nice considering that in the wastes you must learn to kill or your dead

Darkvoidof40k wrote:He used to be a mercenary, in case you hadn't noticed.

Yes, a mercenary that didnt use guns.

Thanks for writing out the stats, Dark (although I coulda done w/o being the weakest character; suppose thats what you get for playing a child )


Stix felt like a class-A fool. Jekyl and Hyde both looked at him, Guns raised. Stix weighed his options. He could try to kill them, which probably wouldn't end well; even if they didn't kill him first, he certainly wouldn't get out unscathed; even if he managed to kill them both, he'd probably just die slowly as a result of the no doubt agregious injuries he would acquire in the brutally short firefight. So he chose plan B: Helpless Idiot Child.

"Who the hell are you?" Hyde shouted at him, clearly looking for an excuse to fill him full of lead.
"ah...ah..J-j-Jon. Jonathon Brens!" Stix figured a moniker would work better, as telling two armed bandits that your name is "Stix n' Stones" is probably not the brightest idea.
"I.I took up refuge here after those terrible quakes! I-I have supplies if you need them!"

"Drop your Gun. Slide it over to me." huh. unlike Hyde, it seemed Jekyl was no fool. Stix looked at his worn face. behind his eyes were a deep sadness; unlike his gung-ho friend, it seemed Jekyl knew there was little hope for this world, that he was just riding out the apocalypse, and trying to cling on to this dead world as long as he could manage. Stix did as he asked, letting the FN-FAL slide over to Jekyl's feet.

"Now show us the supplies. What do you have?"
"Well, I have everything that you can see r-right now!" Stix motioned shakily around the dimly lit store.
"And I have some medicine in the pharmacy in the back. Also, I've managed to keep the freezer section going, so there's a hefty supply of alcohol thats still fairly cool"
"Well Then! fresh Booze!" Hyde muscled his way past Stix, moving towards the back of the store. Jekyl pressed the muzzle of his AK against Stix's back. Jekyl was no fool; He wasn't going to let this kid out of his sight. Hyde looked at the arrayed wines and whiskeys with an almost childlike glee

"This is so great! I'm gonna get so drunk I won't be able to see straight for YEARS! cmon, help me carry this gak ou-" SHUNK!

In one fluid motion, Stix brought out the machete, and in a arcing motion lopped off Hydes head. Hyde's body flopped to the ground unceremoniously, his carotid artery spewing blood, like a macabre fountain. Stix slowly turned to look at Jekyl.
"Why didn't you fire?" Jekyl shrugged.
"He was going to keep the booze and not give it to the boss. Besides, he was a dick anyway." Stix felt an idea brewing, and against his better judgement, embraced it, instead of chasing it away in lieu of a smarter, more conventional decision.

"There's soomething different about you. You didn't have the same bloodlust as your...partner. My guess is your tired of the killing. You feel bad to be a murderer in a world that has already lost so much. I bet you volunteered for this job because it was unlikely you'd meet anyone. Am I right in this?"

Jekyl nodded gravely. Good, Stix thought. This was going somewhere.

"I'm going to make you a deal, sir. If you don't head back to...Jerm, was it?"
Jekyl nodded again.
"yes, Jerm. Well, if you don't head back, he'll probably assume you died, or just deserted. he probably won't bother you. So, I have a proposition: come with me. I'm gonna fix this world, and I could use someone with a gun and some sense."

Jekyl raised his eyebrow. "so you're asking me to help you?"
Stix shrugged. "Might as well start small, right?"
Jekyl smirked back, some light shining through his otherwise dead eyes. "Okay then. You've got yourself a deal. The name's Peter Jenson" he offered his hand to Stix.
"Stix n Stones, nice to meet you." Another raised eyebrow. "Long story."

Catos wrote:

Darkvoidof40k wrote:He used to be a mercenary, in case you hadn't noticed.

Yes, a mercenary that didnt use guns.

Yeah but older than you. And that dosn't meen he hasn't used guns in the past.

Lev should have WS 4 and Sv of 5+ for his Flak Jacket.

Chowderhead wrote:Lev should have WS 4 and Sv of 5+ for his Flak Jacket.

I worked with what was in the form. Future changes are Kaiser's call now.

Darkvoidof40k wrote:

Chowderhead wrote:Lev should have WS 4 and Sv of 5+ for his Flak Jacket.

I worked with what was in the form. Future changes are Kaiser's call now.

Wait, I never posted anything! Hey!

Chowderhead wrote:

Darkvoidof40k wrote:

Chowderhead wrote:Lev should have WS 4 and Sv of 5+ for his Flak Jacket.

I worked with what was in the form. Future changes are Kaiser's call now.

Wait, I never posted anything! Hey!

I would think that due to her background of both gang member and military service,Whiskey would have a higher weapons skill and toughness....but that's just my thoughts on the mater.

Very nice post Potato God

FITZZ wrote: I would think that due to her background of both gang member and military service,Whiskey would have a higher weapons skill and toughness....but that's just my thoughts on the mater.

She was stationed in London.. not going to have seen a great deal of combat there, is she?

And gang fighting.. that's just stabbing people and aiming in their direction and shooting. No tactics or particular skill there.

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Very nice post Potato God

thanks man, I try.

Potato_God wrote:

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Very nice post Potato God

thanks man, I try.

I'm with Kaiser. Good job for a first IC post.

Darkvoidof40k wrote:

FITZZ wrote: I would think that due to her background of both gang member and military service,Whiskey would have a higher weapons skill and toughness....but that's just my thoughts on the mater.

She was stationed in London.. not going to have seen a great deal of combat there, is she?

And gang fighting.. that's just stabbing people and aiming in their direction and shooting. No tactics or particular skill there.

...I suppose it would depend on the situations ,I was simply thinking that after being involved in both gang activity and having military training ...she'd be fairly proficent with melee weapons as well as being "toughened" up by her harsh upbringing,her military training and the current conditions in which she exist...
Again just a thought...not a gripe.

FITZZ wrote:

Darkvoidof40k wrote:

FITZZ wrote: I would think that due to her background of both gang member and military service,Whiskey would have a higher weapons skill and toughness....but that's just my thoughts on the mater.

She was stationed in London.. not going to have seen a great deal of combat there, is she?

And gang fighting.. that's just stabbing people and aiming in their direction and shooting. No tactics or particular skill there.

...I suppose it would depend on the situations ,I was simply thinking that after being involved in both gang activity and having military training ...she'd be fairly proficent with melee weapons as well as being "toughened" up by her harsh upbringing,her military training and the current conditions in which she exist...
Again just a thought...not a gripe.

WS/BS 2 would represent an untrained, normal person. That's what I based it off.

Darkvoidof40k wrote:

FITZZ wrote:

Darkvoidof40k wrote:

FITZZ wrote: I would think that due to her background of both gang member and military service,Whiskey would have a higher weapons skill and toughness....but that's just my thoughts on the mater.

She was stationed in London.. not going to have seen a great deal of combat there, is she?

And gang fighting.. that's just stabbing people and aiming in their direction and shooting. No tactics or particular skill there.

...I suppose it would depend on the situations ,I was simply thinking that after being involved in both gang activity and having military training ...she'd be fairly proficent with melee weapons as well as being "toughened" up by her harsh upbringing,her military training and the current conditions in which she exist...
Again just a thought...not a gripe.

WS/BS 2 would represent an untrained, normal person. That's what I based it off.

Fair enough...

also, a thought: will we have our stats go up/down based on our experience?

for example, If FITZZ chops up 10 raiders, I think he'd be getting a little better w/ ws, were as if I broke my leg, I'm pretty sure my Initiative will plummet...

just something I wanted to adress.

also, sorry if I took any liberties by killing ol Hyde w/o any combat rolls...

Potato_God wrote:also, a thought: will we have our stats go up/down based on our experience?

for example, If FITZZ chops up 10 raiders, I think he'd be getting a little better w/ ws, were as if I broke my leg, I'm pretty sure my Initiative will plummet...

just something I wanted to adress.

also, sorry if I took any liberties by killing ol Hyde w/o any combat rolls...

Dice are only for events. Kill away.

In the unlikely event FITZZ does chop up 10 raiders consecutively in the same place, then yes, I think something would improve. But the unlikelihood of this should be reflected in his posts. I mean, 10 against just his character in a room, all with knives, isn't going to end well. Might tag one or two; and it's still the same for even my giant of a character. There's just no feasible way for one person to tackle that many at once.

I like Potato Gods idea concerning the chance for stats to go up/down.

Also agree with Darko...don't see any of our characters coming out on the high side of a 10 vs 1 knife fight...in a situation like that one would have to haul tail or get very creative in order to survive.

FITZZ wrote: I like Potato Gods idea concerning the chance for stats to go up/down.

Also agree with Darko...don't see any of our characters coming out on the high side of a 10 vs 1 knife fight...in a situation like that one would have to haul tail or get very creative in order to survive.

Or just be Catos' character who can apparently kill a sub-par version of the most powerful creatures in the little fictional universe we have here.

Darkvoidof40k wrote:

FITZZ wrote: I like Potato Gods idea concerning the chance for stats to go up/down.

Also agree with Darko...don't see any of our characters coming out on the high side of a 10 vs 1 knife fight...in a situation like that one would have to haul tail or get very creative in order to survive.

Or just be Catos' character who can apparently kill a sub-par version of the most powerful creatures in the little fictional universe we have here.

...Nah, I prefer leaving the "superhero/uber ninja" malarkey alone..

So after reading through the eight pages of content I regret not placing down a request to join earlier. Of course, chances are it may be a bit too far along now, but if there was a glimmer of a chance?

Ooh and 'cos I'm a bit of a rabble rouser, Darko, I seriously think you should reconsider how you host your rps, I mean, hell, you saw yourself what happened when you used that kind of freedom in the zombies rp (Backflipping 50.cal bullet dodging key character murdering psychos anyone?) which may or may not have had a certain bearing across the rest of the rp. I think everyone should be allowed to PM their actions, as it IS their characters, they should have a say in it. Otherwise it is effectively just you Rping with yourself.

Now I've got that out of the way (I wasn't knocking Darko, don't take offence) I shall await patiently the verdict of Kais as to whether or not I can join.

BIC:...

Whiskey continued her trek towards Elysium...hoping Garro was still running his little trading post there,it had been almost three months since she'd been in Elysium and people had a way of being "run out of town" there.
She thought back to her first encounter with the pudgy little shop keeper,the crazy bastard had ventured near London in an attempt to salvage a transport truck filled with canned meats that had been seemingly overlooked by the Raiders,the fact that the truck was down in a gully and obscured by a huge pile of rubble may have factored into this.
Garro had come from Elysium with a tow truck and a single dim witted ,but amazingly large assistant and had managed to get the transport truck out of the ditch and back on the main road when a group of Raiders had spotted them.
Though the shop keeper had come prepared to salvage the goods inside the truck and indeed the truck itself,he and his brawny helper,armed only with a single shotgun and pistols,were ill equiped to engage in a prolonged firefight with a pack of bandits and had it not been for Whiskey's intervention ,in the form of adding her firepower to the besieged pair,both Garro and his slow witted assitant would have both found themselves either dead or captured.
After the bandits had been dispatched ,Whiskey had offered her services in protecting the pair and their trucks until they reached Elysium in exchange for some of the canned goods in the truck.
Garro had quickly agreed and within an hour they had entered Elysium,where Garro had not only given Whiskey more canned meat then she could comfortably carry ,but had also gifted the young woman with several boxes of ammunition ,something Whiskey had been silently grateful for.
Pausing momentarily,Whiskey took quick inventory of her remaining supplies,several full magazines for both her pistol and riffle,as well as a dozen various cans of beans and meats...she sighed,it seemed now was as good a time as any to visit Garro...though she wondered if he'd be as generous this time as she had nothing to exchange for his goods...
Still she had saved his fat ass before,and perhaps she could parlay a deal with him...she'd have to find out.
Fifteen minutes later,Whiskey entered Elysium,slightly annoyed by the stares she recieved as she made her way to the location of Garro's shop...thankfully,she arrived shortly and entered the small trading post...
Garro ,who was seated in an old recliner,casually leafing through an ancient copy of Playboy,glanced up at the sound of Whiskey's arival and paused for a moment ..
A broad smile spread across the shop keepers chubby face.." Ah..Ms. Whiskey...isn't it?..so very nice to see you again...it's been quite some time..good to see your well..." the fat man said lifting his considerable bulk from his chair and advancing towards Whiskey,his stubby hand extended.." What brings you to Elysium ..?"

(ic for the first time)

Terence dropped silently from the roof of the low building onto the dirt below, a small puff of dust rises as he surveys the landscape. He nods to himself and dissapears behind a stack of crates, he glances down at his watch, noting the seconds tick by, he needed to finish this contract.

His shadow slips over a low wall and he hides behind a house, the moons soft light from its last quarter giving im all the visibility he needs. The house's brick work from an older time before the apocalypse seems out of place in this run down area of the city, he nods to himself again upon seeing two men moving out from behind the warehouse across the street carrying a large crate between them.

He glances down at his watch again, the whispered words draw no attention to him as he moves deftly into the shadows behind the warehouse, "Right on schedule". He crouches down in the shadows watching the men move the crate to the side of the road, then stop, clearly wating for something.

The put the crate down, on of them sitting on it lighting a ciggarette. Muffled conversation floats over to Terence, as he moves through the shadows towards them, the street is dark, and neither of the men are weaing night vision goggles. He knows that these two will be the only ones, they always work as a pair, with only their driver in on the deal. Who was clearly late.

Terence thought about that, halting in the gloom about three metres from the bac of the man standing, why was their driver late? Unimportant he decides drawing his knife from his boot silently. He creeps up behind the first man and slits his throat silently while the other man is looking the other way, towards the direction where their driver will be coming from.

He never turns around, Terence pulls his silenced pistol and puts a shot between the mans ear and his shoulder, severing the spinal column and killing him instantly, no blood. Terence nods again, his crooked mouth turning up in a smile. he removes the mag from his pistol and deftly slots anouther bullet in to top it up from his pocket.

Then he looks at the crate, it was still sealed and he had no interest of its contents, only that his client diddnt want that crate to go beyond the truck. Terence slips into the shadows and draws his sniper rifle, loading a shell on the greased track, silently clicking the bolt home.

He settles in to wait, his watch clicking past midnight and finally the twin headlights of the truck appear. He raises himself into a crouch and puts his eye to the scope, watching the young man behind the wheel, not thier usual driver, perhaps they had anouther argument.

No matter, the 7.62 round punches through the young mans neck snapping his head of and knocking him out the door, blood spurting all over the road but not inside or on the truck. Terence nods again. He shifts the crate into the back of the truck and gets into the cab, he doesnt care about fingerprints, there hasnt been a finger print scan for 3 years.

He grabs the bodies and loads them into the truck once they have stopped bleeding.

He drops the clutch and slams the truck into first, and begins to drive back along the road after doind a U turn and sliding slightly on the gravel. His driving is immpeccable like the rest of his job, he drives quickly but safely keeping to the road and keeping out of the way of other late night drivers. He pulls into the men's housing block and gets out of the truck at the top of the road.

He searches briefly behind the doorway of an abandoned house and finds the RPG stashed there, nodding he takes the men from the back and puts the in the double cab, the driver in his seat, hands on the wheel, and props the other two up in their usual positions.

Then he moves back down the street and fires the RPG, dropping the launcher he doesnt bother to stay for the explosion. He moves calmly into the shadows on the other side of the road and melts into the night. Contract achieved.

Will smothered the fire hoping no-one would notice the smoke and soon after the motorbike pulled to a screeching stop directly outside the building opposite to him. The motor bike which turned out to be an old sidecar was in poor condition. Scratches and dents covered the bike all over. On the main fuel tank spray-painted on the side was an emblem of a gun with ‘Londonz Gunz’ underneath it.
The side car passenger jumped out and ran towards the door of the decrepit building. After a series of timed knocks the doors was open and the passenger was yanked inside by a set of huge hands. The door was slammed after him.
Will inspected the rest of the building all of the windows were boarded up with what seemed to be thick plywood. It appeared this was a house of trouble as there were numerous bullet marks in the walls and some even through the boards. Several clips worth of ammo shells were littered on the ground before the building and as Will looked up he saw mounted on the roof a set of large guns. Although he couldn’t tell what they were he could tell that they could probably take down an airplane.
Half an hour passed with no sign of any movement until the door was thrown open and the side car passenger came bolting out hastily jamming several pieces of paper into his rucksack. The moment he was in the driver took off, careening down the road to its next unknown destination. Will decided that the ruins of London were not the place for a person like him.
When morning came he was off traveling as carefully as possible to where he knew there were some survivors. He had been briefed on the place called Elysium and dreaded going there as much as he didn’t like the ruins. But so far it was the only place he knew to go to.

Terence moves through the wreckage of the city, heading back to that strange place he had got his contract from, Elysium, nothing but money would make him go back there, but money it was, so he was going.

Meat held his breath, trying not to move, for what seemed like an eternity.

"I know you're here, Human" a dull, throbbing ache in the back of his mind announced.

Meat exhaled in shock, panic, and surprise. "What the feth was that?"

"I'm impressed, actually, most people try to run or hide in a panic when they see us. They scamper to and fro, with no reguard for how they intend to protect themselves."

"Please don't kill me." Meat gasped alloud between frantic panting, the terror of the situation made it much easier to take deep, painful breaths of the hot-air.

"This isn't personal" The dull thud encroached on his mind more violently now, it was starting to feel more like a pinprick in his brain than a thump or a thud. "You see, my homeland is a paradise of bountiful forests, and fruit, and the a celebration of the Great Hunt"

Meat's mind was filled with tormented visions of lush forests, boundless rivers, great stepped pyramids, and temples devoted to the Reapers. It was like a slideshow of pictures cascading before his eyes. The pain worsened with each passing moment, his ears began to ring.

"We were exiled from our home until we finished our duty here." The reaper sent an image of a monsterous creature, nearly 2 stories tall, shaped like a boar with razor sharp tusks being shredded by a dozen or so feral beasts "I think, that you could understand why I would want so viscerally to leave this hole and celebrate my life in my own home."

Blood flowed freely from Meat's ears, he spat and choked on each hot breath filled with the taste of tar, and death. The pain was unbearable! His vision began to tunnel and he lurched forward onto all fours in violent coughs.

"To sit and self-cultivate as you have, as you face death, without fear... Human. Deserves the most painful of deaths." Meat looked back up and stared into the eyes of his attacker. A pair of glowing bracelets adorned the creatures wrists. Meat spat at the vile creature, but the pain was so immense that he did little more than drool on the ground.

New visions filled his mind, and suddenly the pain subsided. The Reaper reared back in pain, grasping at the back of its neck, releasing a deathscreech that could be heard for miles. The vision was of a man, with a badly mangled leg stabbing at Meat wildly with knives. Meat tried to bring his arms infront of himself instinctively and collapsed on the ground headfirst.

As blackness enveloped Meat, the pain subsided. "I have more important things to tend to, human. I will be back for you, later...."

Meat awoke several hours, perhaps days, later at twilight, lying in a now dried pool of his own blood. His ears throbbed as he heard a faint scratching sound above his head, he summoned his strength and lifted his body up, seeing hundreds of ants working dilligently to clean up the mess he had left.

Several had worked their way into his eyes and nose and he sneezed violently several times. His tongue was swollen and dry, and his eyes felt like there were glass shards under his eyelids.

He fumbled for his water and swallowed a mouthfull.

"I've got to move."

He thought.

Nice roleplays everyone, I'll have to get some up soon.

ghosty wrote:So after reading through the eight pages of content I regret not placing down a request to join earlier. Of course, chances are it may be a bit too far along now, but if there was a glimmer of a chance?

Ooh and 'cos I'm a bit of a rabble rouser, Darko, I seriously think you should reconsider how you host your rps, I mean, hell, you saw yourself what happened when you used that kind of freedom in the zombies rp (Backflipping 50.cal bullet dodging key character murdering psychos anyone?) which may or may not have had a certain bearing across the rest of the rp. I think everyone should be allowed to PM their actions, as it IS their characters, they should have a say in it. Otherwise it is effectively just you Rping with yourself.

Now I've got that out of the way (I wasn't knocking Darko, don't take offence) I shall await patiently the verdict of Kais as to whether or not I can join.

I agree with you ghosty, in theory. But I've learned a lot from GMing RZ&LWC and such problems will not occur in any other roleplay. In fact, in the summer holidays when I intend to start the fourth thread in that series, I'm going to sort everything that was a problem in that thread out, and we can carry on with the story.

And I can assure you, there will be no back-flipping .50 cal bullet dodging ninja's this time.

And ghosty, go ahead and make your character, I know Kaiser won't have any problem with you joining.

A new chapter, new characters or old characters?

my post will come when I get Kais' approval

FM Ninja 048 wrote:A new chapter, new characters or old characters?

my post will come when I get Kais' approval

As unofficial adviser to the GM, I give you my approval.

As for the new part of RZ&LWC - it will be the same characters, but I have a deviously long plan that will require more words than all my events added together. Once the plot has been finished; I'll relinquish my position as GM and allow for someone else to take over the story.

Depending on if any of us survive..

Ragnar4 wrote:The vision was of a man, with a badly mangled leg stabbing at Meat wildly with knives.

Awww... you remembered me!

woohoo! second new page i started!

Ragnar, I like what was there, I think it was done well...

... just remember that Reapers eriously don't talk much, only to eachother

@FITZZ- Remember that Elysium is a very posh and rich place, and that they wouldn't like smelly fatties smelling the place out

sounds interesting dark, i could take a shot at GMing after you...

also God aproves of my plan, it is forming now

Ghosty, I would be very happy for you to join

@ Kais...

I assumed that even though Elysium was a very "posh" town it's still a post apocalypse town,so would have a certain amount of "unsavory" folk.
Plus,I sort of see Garro as one of the people in the town that deals with a lot of bandits and outsiders since his little trading post is situated very near Elysiums borders...the sort of man who,though disliked by the general population,is tolerated due to the fact he deals with those that most of those in Elysium would prefer not to have roaming about.

FITZZ wrote:@ Kais...

I assumed that even though Elysium was a very "posh" town it's still a post apocalypse town,so would have a certain amount of "unsavory" folk.
Plus,I sort of see Garro as one of the people in the town that deals with a lot of bandits and outsiders since his little trading post is situated very near Elysiums borders...the sort of man who,though disliked by the general population,is tolerated due to the fact he deals with those that most of those in Elysium would prefer not to have roaming about.

This psychotic clown speaks the truth.

Darkvoidof40k wrote:

FITZZ wrote:@ Kais...

I assumed that even though Elysium was a very "posh" town it's still a post apocalypse town,so would have a certain amount of "unsavory" folk.
Plus,I sort of see Garro as one of the people in the town that deals with a lot of bandits and outsiders since his little trading post is situated very near Elysiums borders...the sort of man who,though disliked by the general population,is tolerated due to the fact he deals with those that most of those in Elysium would prefer not to have roaming about.

This psychotic clown speaks the truth.

...Your vote of support is much appreciated Darko...

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Ragnar, I like what was there, I think it was done well...

... just remember that Reapers eriously don't talk much, only to eachother

No actual talking occured during the harming of this character.

--Meat walked clumisily towards a town called "Troy" along a dusty, twisted road. The dessicated, dusty, handpainted sign declared that it was only 18 miles off, and he had passed it half a day ago. He figured he had another 2 days of hard walking ahead of him before he got there.

His hunger hadn't been sated in a while, and he was really getting tired of the Jerky type rations in his pack. He had been keeping an eye on the landscape all day, looking for something, anything that he could kill and roast over a nice fire. Plus the fat would do him some good. His skin was dry and chapped, and the wind wasn't helping him, if he could rub that on his skin, it would act as a sort of barrier.

His canteen was full, and he was well hydrated, which was nice, if the Reaper hadn't killed him that day, his thirst certainly would have. Luckily he found some stagnant water that he was able to boil and filter, and then toss a couple of purifier tabs in.

"Bingo" he said out loud

He spotted a wild dog, some 40 yards off, hunting for some food of its own. It appeared to be alone. Meat readied his chain and quietly tried to sneak up on the dog. He hoped he could finish it off by a single blow to the head, Meat hated eating bruised flesh...

(event incoming)

Just roleplay the fight Ragnar, we don't do events for every single fight in the game. That would be stupid.

Terence moves quickly over the landscape his SMG cradles in his arms as his long legged strides eat up the distance, Terence tires slowly, he has proved this to himself many times before, but there is something different here, the very atmosphere seems to try and halt his passing. He knows this feeling, theres a storm coming. He ducks in behind a mangled bike in a garage whilst watching its owner working away, "You might want to bring that in before the storm hits" he looks over the establishment, and what he sees makes him grin, "pathetic".

He hunkers down in the corner idly darning a hole in his sock while he waits for the sandstorm to whip through, and whip through it does, massive gusts of sand batter the walls of the garage but he ignores them, now carving a femur of one of his old victims, wood is hard to come by around here. Slowly the handle of a weapon is shaped out of the bone and he nods stowing it in his backpack. As if he can hear something that other people cant he begins to walk towards the sandstorm and just as his foot hits the dirt it fully abates, in reality he had been watching it die down for the last hour and chose his moment so as to waste no time.

His long limbed jog continues across the landscape, and in the distance he can see the walls of more buildings considerably better held in place and well looked after than what he had seen before. Elysium

BIC:...

Whiskey reluctantly allowed Garro's hand to envelope hers ,shaking with the pudgy shop keeper and forcing a tight smile.
" I've been in London for the past week" Whiskey said ,wiping the sheen of sweat discreatly from her hand.." But things around there are getting a bit...hot..so I decided to move West...at least for a while."
Garro nodded,his eyes moving over Whiskey's body quickly,making her slightly uncomfortable..." Ah yes...London is no place for decent folk anymore..not in the least.."
Whiskey thought to herself that Garro's observation could be applied to the whole world in general now...but chose to keep her musings to herself.
" I was hoping that perhaps I could get some ammo from you.." Whiskey said getting down to business..." perhaps a few cans of meat and some other supplies as well?"
Garro smiled " I have loads of ammunition ...food as well...what sort of trade did you have in mind ?" once again his eyes crawled over her.
Whiskey sighed " I've nothing to trade at the moment..but I thought perhaps we might work out a deal.."
Garro's smile widened ..he leaned forward placing his sweaty hand on Whiskeys arm.." What sort of deal did you have in mind...my dear" the pudgy shopkeeper leered .
Whiskey brushed the mans hand away.." Not that sort of deal..." she hissed,her dark eyes locking with Garro's.." I was thinking in exchange for good's I could act as a scout for you...locate objects of interest for you in and around London...even bring in goods for you.."
Garro frowned " So I'm to part with goods I already have in exchange for goods you may or may not be able to procure?"
" Something like that.." Whiskey muttered.." Of course..let's not forget that you'd most likely be a corpse now if it were not for my interventions on the road a few months back.."
Garro's frown grew deeper .." I was under the impression that we had settled that business...I paid you handsomely for your assistance.."
Whiskey sighed again nodding.." Yes...yes you did...I simply thought that we could come to an agreement..I guess I was mistaken."...she turned to leave.
" Ms. Whiskey.." Garro said from behind her.." I will provide you with 4 boxes of ammunition and 6 cans of meat...in exchange for any goods you may bring me...but.."
" But ?" Whiskey said raising an eyebrow.
Garro had gone a shade of red..." ..It's just that it's been ages since I've...seen a woman...a real woman...most of the citizens of Elysium have little to do with me...particularly the...females...and..."
" Forget it...it's not going to happen..keep your stuff.." Whiskey said,anger rising in her voice.
" I'll double my offer.." Garro stammered .."...If you'll only allow me a ...peek.."
"...A peek?" Whiskey said not bothering to hide her disgust with the fat little man...she sighed again.." whatever...just be quick about it.." she said reaching for her shirt buttons.
Several moments later Whiskey exited the shop,her rucksack loaded with supplies and a new sawed off double barreled .12 Gauge slung over her back.
Garro had apologized repeatedly for his " needs" and offered to reward her handsomely for any goods she brought in.
She'd agreed,but assured the fat man that his "little peek" would be his last one.
Now,exiting the outer walls of Elysium,Whiskey was approached by two guards..
" Doing business with Garro..?" the taller of the two men asked raising an eyebrow.
" Yes...and for now that business is done.." Whiskey said staring at the two men..
The second guard chuckled.." Oh I'm sure...of course someone like you will most likely be returning to conduct...further business."
Whiskey fixed the man with a cold gaze.." I've an arrangement with Garro to locate items he may find worthwhile in exchange for supplies...he is a trader after all."
The taller Guard sneered " He's garbage...like you..if I had my way none of you would be allowed near Elysium .."
The second guard spoke " Keep you business confined to Garro's shop...we don't want you wandering about Elysium..do you understand..?"
" Perfectly." Whiskey said,not hiding her contempt.." I've no desire to...explore you city...I just want to do my business and be on my way.."
The taller guard rolled his eyes,the sneer never leaving his face.." Well then...since your business is done...be on your way...trash."
Whiskey glared at the men,but exited the gates and headed East.
She thought it might be best to attempt one last large trade with Garro,one that would give her enough supplies to last a long while and the avoid Elysium altogether.

As Terence neared the city he began to see roving guards, he new they wouldnt like him, so he avoided them, using the deserts colour as a blend to his jacket and pants he takes his pack of and slings it under his arms against his chest and crawls up to the fenceline, ducking under the same ripped section he used last time he made his way into the city.

Moving through the streets quickly he finds himself at the entrance to the store in question, he moves through the door and immerses himself in an ammo shelf at the far end upon seeing that garro has anouther customer, hearing the way the conversation is going he begins to think less of the money hes about to get and what he should do to garro for being such a Pig. Averting his eyes and returning to the ammo crate in honour of the ladies dignity he makes a mental note to saw of garrows balls with his knife the first chance he gets. When the lady leaves he turns from the ammo shelf and moves to the counter.

Garro splutters as he sees Terences grisly frame approaching, "I ....I... I meant nothing by.. Ugh" Terence lifts him into the air bodily and shakes him, leaning in close to the fat little man he whispers menacingly into his ear, "I diddnt know you were such a perverted freak Garro, its a good thing i need your money or youd be dead right now."

Terence throws him backwards onto his stubby seat and vaults over the counter drawing his knife, "Ive finshed your contract you pig, now wheres my money?" Garro nods shaking slightly and removes a small stack of bills from his jacket pocket, and anouther from the other, Terence quickly checks the money and then stows it in his pocket, "Now to teach you why you shouldnt prey on nice ladies like that......"

Terence leaves the shop moments later after shrugging of the towel he had across his chest, and flicking it into a corner. Nodding to the guards with a grin they splutter back at him as he winks, it was a strange wink, both friendly and intimidating at the same time, no comments were made, He sees the lady checking her supplies over by a fence leading out of town and casually approches her,

"You dont need to worry about that pig anymore... I had a talk with him and found hes lost his balls"

OOC:...
@ Marta..

Wait? did you just kill Garro?

nope chopped his balls of

Tyranic Marta wrote:nope chopped his balls of

...Ohhh..that's going to make future exchanges with him very difficult...
I'd sort of planned to use the pudgy little feth for a while...oh well.

he'll treat you nicely, just not me