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.
Character sheets will be like this,
Player Name: Character Name: Char Age: Char appearance: Equipment: Backstory: Other info:
I'd happily GM.. but.. I already have prior responsibilities of the same nature that I need to fulfill at some point in the near future.
But really, you shouldn't have made a new thread, as this is technically spam. If you REALLY want to have a new thread, then it might be a good idea to collect everything from the old thread then have it locked or deleted. Or just forget the locking and deleting as it's a load of effort and just carry on.
Player Name:Tyranic Marta Character Name: Terence Blackwood 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.
I have decided that I will not use dice rolls to determine events, I will be doing it myself, and use your stats as guidelines to what you would succeed at in each situation.
And I will post the char sheet up now, and will finish everything else later, as I have work now...
Player Name: Snarky
Character Name: Ken
Char Age: 26
Char appearance: An unshaven man in his mid 20's, ironically wears a firefighter helmet and hazard suit to protect him from his own pyromania.
Equipment: Small knife, Rucksack (contains a large amount of "useless" junk), Flamethrower (salvaged), copious quantities of kerosene stolen from gas stations, lighter, cigarettes.
Backstory: A coward and a thief, Ken managed to survive the worst of the end of the world by hiding in a basement. When it all seemed to calm down, everyone was dead. Or so he thought, there were monsters lurking everywhere. Heading to the gas station, he fashioned a home made flamethrower to deal with the monsters. Unfortunately the end of the world had obscured his judgement, convinced that another group of survivors holed up in an abandoned supermarket was a group of Reapers in disguise, he torched the entire place before looting it for supplies. His own personal motto is "If in doubt, kill it with fire."
Other info: The end of the world has taken it's toll on him, Ken is a paranoid pyromaniac who is also a kleptomaniac. He'll try to take anything that's not bolted to the ground, and burning anything that he can't carry with him.
[Gave you a boost for sake of balance]
WS:3
BS :3
S : 4
T: 4
I: 3
W: 3
A: 2
LD: 4
Player Name: lord commissar klimino
Character Name: Igo (Iigo not i go ) jerman
Char Age: 18
Char appearance: blondish brown short hair. green eyes.dirty,brown cowboy hat and jacket.
Equipment: 20 ga shotgun. 20 ga rnds (20). matches (3). water bottle. backpack.
Backstory:igo grew up with parents he hated.his 5 siblings were their favorite so he always got the hard jobs,the annoying jobs etc.so the 1st chance he got he killed his family. he then ran away to avoid being caught. he then spent the next year in a gang learning to shoot and steal til he left due to them being to low life for him. he then spent a year doing random jobs like hunter,bodyguard,scavenger,whatever got him what he needed to live. he learned his vehicle skills from a man who needed more help in his shop.
Other info: good with cars and vehicles.
WS: 3
BS: 3
S: 3
T: 3
W: 2
I: 3
A: 2
LD: 7
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. He’s got a gruff charm to him.
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) , Kevlar Vest, Walkie Talkies
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. Dashka as to slow, and he fell into the fissure, never to be seen again.
Lev now works as security for a small town known as “Cracked Peaks”, near the outskirts of Troy. He is on the run from the Elysium hunters, who stalk him and want to take him back to the Elysium for “Re-programming”.
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. Lev also has implants from his time as a guard at the Elysium. These modify his WS, Strength, and initiative. When they are deactivated, these bonuses are taken away.
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.
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: 25
Char appearance: 1,7m , blond short hair
Equipment:Remington 700 with scope/sling, m9 with belt holster , 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
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: 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: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.
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.
And that London map (if this is going to still take place in London?)
Edit: ninjad. Still updated version below
Player Name: Devastator Character Name: Bonesaw Char Age: 25 Char appearance: 1,7m , blond short hair Equipment:Remington 700 with scope/sling, m9 with belt holster , 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
Player Name: lord commissar klimino
Character Name: igo (iigo not i go ) jerman
Char Age: 18
Char appearance: blondish brown short hair. green eyes.dirty,brown cowboy hat and jacket.
Equipment: 20 ga shotgun. 20 ga rnds (20). matches (3). water bottle. backpack. weak vest.
Backstory:igo grew up with parents he hated.his 5 siblings were their favorite so he always got the hard jobs,the annoying jobs etc.so the 1st chance he got he killed his family. he then ran away to avoid being caught. he then spent the next year in a gang learning to shoot and steal til he left due to them being to low life for him. he then spent a year doing random jobs like hunter,bodyguard,scavenger,whatever got him what he needed to live. he learned his vehicle skills from a man who needed more help in his shop.
Other info: good with cars and vehicles.
Appearance: Scar over 1 eye from childhood fight, Burn marks on back from a Car Bomb. About 6'3, a very slim height, however. He’s got a gruff charm to him.
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) , Kevlar Vest, Walkie Talkies
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. Dashka as to slow, and he fell into the fissure, never to be seen again.
Lev now works as security for a small town known as “Cracked Peaks”, near the outskirts of Troy. He is on the run from the Elysium hunters, who stalk him and want to take him back to the Elysium for “Re-programming”.
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. Lev also has implants from his time as a guard at the Elysium. These modify his WS, Strength, and initiative. When they are deactivated, these bonuses are taken away.
On a more serious note, the problem was that Kais was busy doing other things.
SO I suggest we have 2 GMs. That way, even if one is gone, the other can still work. Also, it'll make it easier to make fair GM decisions with both of us here.
I'm a good GM, to be blunt. I'll continue to be mostly a PC, but if you need help with the odd bit of event or any advice from my experienced self, just ask. Otherwise, still gotta do the last two parts of the massiveeeeeeeeeee Space Hulk event!
yeah,ive seen you,your good. although you wanted me to read all that stuff,and i can only read so much before my head explodes im gonna go make ma stats now.
I'm a good GM, to be blunt. I'll continue to be mostly a PC, but if you need help with the odd bit of event or any advice from my experienced self, just ask. Otherwise, still gotta do the last two parts of the massiveeeeeeeeeee Space Hulk event!
You the one who actually got me to suggest it. We wouldn't want anymore Aztec Lazors, RITE?
Beside, Kais alone took two weeks. We can move things along quicker between us and him.
Player Name: Snarky
Character Name: Ken
Char Age: 26
Char appearance: An unshaven man in his mid 20's, ironically wears a firefighter helmet and hazard suit to protect him from his own pyromania.
Equipment: Small knife, Rucksack (contains a large amount of "useless" junk), Flamethrower (salvaged), copious quantities of kerosene stolen from gas stations, lighter, cigarettes.
Backstory: A coward and a thief, Ken managed to survive the worst of the end of the world by hiding in a basement. When it all seemed to calm down, everyone was dead. Or so he thought, there were monsters lurking everywhere. Heading to the gas station, he fashioned a home made flamethrower to deal with the monsters. Unfortunately the end of the world had obscured his judgement, convinced that another group of survivors holed up in an abandoned supermarket was a group of Reapers in disguise, he torched the entire place before looting it for supplies. His own personal motto is "If in doubt, kill it with fire."
Other info: The end of the world has taken it's toll on him, Ken is a paranoid pyromaniac who is also a kleptomaniac. He'll try to take anything that's not bolted to the ground, and burning anything that he can't carry with him.
There. Check the info post on the first page. I can make your stats for you, if you want. Also, I like your guy. He's the first character we've got who's somewhat evil and paranoid.
Kasrkai wrote:Something came up, so I won't be able to be a full GM.
I can still keep the data organized. Potato and Evaelc you guys are green now.
Balls, looks like it falls to me. This is defo doomed to failure then, so lets make the most of apocalypse people! Oorah ladies! Grab your shotgun and kill the nearest puppy armada!
Kasrkai wrote:Something came up, so I won't be able to be a full GM.
I can still keep the data organized. Potato and Evaelc you guys are green now.
Balls, looks like it falls to me. This is defo doomed to failure then, so lets make the most of apocalypse people! Oorah ladies! Grab your shotgun and kill the nearest puppy armada!
Kasrkai wrote:Something came up, so I won't be able to be a full GM.
I can still keep the data organized. Potato and Evaelc you guys are green now.
Balls, looks like it falls to me. This is defo doomed to failure then, so lets make the most of apocalypse people! Oorah ladies! Grab your shotgun and kill the nearest puppy armada!
False alarm. I can still probably do it.
Meep. Just so y'all know, Space Hulk has its event underway! It's not that great of an addition to the writing in terms of size, but it's sure as hell very good I reckon. One part tomorrow I think and Warork and Scrazz should be freed up, then the GK/demon event part should be finished on Sunday. After that, event is complete!
Kasrkai wrote:Something came up, so I won't be able to be a full GM.
I can still keep the data organized. Potato and Evaelc you guys are green now.
Balls, looks like it falls to me. This is defo doomed to failure then, so lets make the most of apocalypse people! Oorah ladies! Grab your shotgun and kill the nearest puppy armada!
False alarm. I can still probably do it.
Meep. Just so y'all know, Space Hulk has its event underway! It's not that great of an addition to the writing in terms of size, but it's sure as hell very good I reckon. One part tomorrow I think and Warork and Scrazz should be freed up, then the GK/demon event part should be finished on Sunday. After that, event is complete!
^ For anyone who cares.
I'd join, but 30+ pages... Yeeaaahhh...
Besides, Space Hulks are no place for StormTroopers.
Kasrkai wrote:Something came up, so I won't be able to be a full GM.
I can still keep the data organized. Potato and Evaelc you guys are green now.
Balls, looks like it falls to me. This is defo doomed to failure then, so lets make the most of apocalypse people! Oorah ladies! Grab your shotgun and kill the nearest puppy armada!
False alarm. I can still probably do it.
Meep. Just so y'all know, Space Hulk has its event underway! It's not that great of an addition to the writing in terms of size, but it's sure as hell very good I reckon. One part tomorrow I think and Warork and Scrazz should be freed up, then the GK/demon event part should be finished on Sunday. After that, event is complete!
^ For anyone who cares.
I'd join, but 30+ pages... Yeeaaahhh...
Besides, Space Hulks are no place for StormTroopers.
Dude this Space Hulk is bigger than any before. We have freaking Thunderhawks flying around.
Frankly, with the way I created the stats, they're based on REAL LIFE.
For example, the strongest man in the world who goes around dragging cars might be S6 or even S7. Naturally, my character who is very big and strong is S5, but he isn't on steroid overdoses or trying to drag cars around, so that's where he stays at.
S3 represents a normal person who doesn't particularly show any abnormal strength traits or do much heavy lifting/working out or is young but strong.
Now as another example, BS4 represents someone experienced or with extended military training, and BS5+ is someone who is very experienced and specialised in this type of combat. BS2 or 1 represents someone who can barely fire an M9. BS3 is for someone with basic knowledge and experience with firearms.
Devastator wrote:^Makes sense.
Although i would like that these stats should be made by GM(s), not by players just to keep balance.
Actually, I created all the stats for the previous players in the last roleplay and it was based upon the original profiles with a modicum of balancing thrown in. It was approved of by the GM at the time - Kaiser - so I reckon 'tis all good.
Personally (and I guess you could say naturally), I think they're fine - the ones I did at least. Haven't seen the news ones, if anyone has done them.
Edit: As for scale, I think it was about a 4 hour drive in a busted piece o' sh*t jeep from Elysium(?) to Troy. Can't remember exactly if it was Elysium or not, but I'm pretty sure it is. Also, I think they were traveling about 50 or 60 MPH, so that should help you with scale.
Darkvoidof40k wrote:Personally (and I guess you could say naturally), I think they're fine - the ones I did at least. Haven't seen the news ones, if anyone has done them.
I boosted snarky's, just so he'd be on par. Check and suggest edits, if you like.
Roleplay isn't about balancing, it's about fun and different characters and realistic play even in unrealistic situations. Now, believe me when I say this, these profile edits are fair. They are based on what the character sheet says, and nothing else. I did indeed invent the stat system we're using after all. In case anyone calls me bias towards my own character, well the stats came into play several weeks after I invented the character, so Mikey wasn't created with having an advantage over this system in mind.
Player Name: Snarky
Character Name: Ken
Char Age: 26
Char appearance: An unshaven man in his mid 20's, ironically wears a firefighter helmet and hazard suit to protect him from his own pyromania.
Equipment: Small knife, Rucksack (contains a large amount of "useless" junk), Flamethrower (salvaged), copious quantities of kerosene stolen from gas stations, lighter, cigarettes.
Backstory: A coward and a thief, Ken managed to survive the worst of the end of the world by hiding in a basement. When it all seemed to calm down, everyone was dead. Or so he thought, there were monsters lurking everywhere. Heading to the gas station, he fashioned a home made flamethrower to deal with the monsters. Unfortunately the end of the world had obscured his judgement, convinced that another group of survivors holed up in an abandoned supermarket was a group of Reapers in disguise, he torched the entire place before looting it for supplies. His own personal motto is "If in doubt, kill it with fire."
Other info: The end of the world has taken it's toll on him, Ken is a paranoid pyromaniac who is also a kleptomaniac. He'll try to take anything that's not bolted to the ground, and burning anything that he can't carry with him.
WS:3
BS :3
S : 4
T: 4
I: 3
W: 3
A: 2
LD: 6/10 (he's insane half the time, so he might have crazy resolve one time or wet himself another, no?)
Player Name: lord commissar klimino
Character Name: Igo (Iigo not i go ) jerman
Char Age: 18
Char appearance: blondish brown short hair. green eyes.dirty,brown cowboy hat and jacket.
Equipment: 20 ga shotgun. 20 ga rnds (20). matches (3). water bottle. backpack.
Backstory:igo grew up with parents he hated.his 5 siblings were their favorite so he always got the hard jobs,the annoying jobs etc.so the 1st chance he got he killed his family. he then ran away to avoid being caught. he then spent the next year in a gang learning to shoot and steal til he left due to them being to low life for him. he then spent a year doing random jobs like hunter,bodyguard,scavenger,whatever got him what he needed to live. he learned his vehicle skills from a man who needed more help in his shop.
Other info: good with cars and vehicles.
WS: 3
BS: 3
S: 3
T: 3
W: 2
I: 3
A: 2
LD: 7
Sv: --
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Also, what's up with all the numbers in brackets for Chowder's character?
I have bionic implants (I can post links to them in real life if I need to) and if they are turned off, I have one arm and one eye, so my stats suffer.
Chowderhead wrote:I have bionic implants (I can post links to them in real life if I need to) and if they are turned off, I have one arm and one eye, so my stats suffer.
Darkvoidof40k wrote:Roleplay isn't about balancing, it's about fun and different characters and realistic play even in unrealistic situations. Now, believe me when I say this, these profile edits are fair. They are based on what the character sheet says, and nothing else. I did indeed invent the stat system we're using after all. In case anyone calls me bias towards my own character, well the stats came into play several weeks after I invented the character, so Mikey wasn't created with having an advantage over this system in mind.
I suppose. I mostly did that because it seemed odd for his character. Seeing as everyone is surviving, everyone is bound to be stronger than they used to be.
Darkvoidof40k wrote:Roleplay isn't about balancing, it's about fun and different characters and realistic play even in unrealistic situations. Now, believe me when I say this, these profile edits are fair. They are based on what the character sheet says, and nothing else. I did indeed invent the stat system we're using after all. In case anyone calls me bias towards my own character, well the stats came into play several weeks after I invented the character, so Mikey wasn't created with having an advantage over this system in mind.
I suppose. I mostly did that because it seemed odd for his character. Seeing as everyone is surviving, everyone is bound to be stronger than they used to be.
Take Klimino's character for instance, he's only 18 - his body isn't fully developed. feth knows why he had BS7 though. Anyway, compare him to the sixteen-year-old Stix who SURVIVED ON HIS OWN IN THE WILD.
Darkvoidof40k wrote:Roleplay isn't about balancing, it's about fun and different characters and realistic play even in unrealistic situations. Now, believe me when I say this, these profile edits are fair. They are based on what the character sheet says, and nothing else. I did indeed invent the stat system we're using after all. In case anyone calls me bias towards my own character, well the stats came into play several weeks after I invented the character, so Mikey wasn't created with having an advantage over this system in mind.
I suppose. I mostly did that because it seemed odd for his character. Seeing as everyone is surviving, everyone is bound to be stronger than they used to be.
Take Klimino's character for instance, he's only 18 - his body isn't fully developed. feth knows why he had BS7 though. Anyway, compare him to the sixteen-year-old Stix who SURVIVED ON HIS OWN IN THE WILD.
Darkvoidof40k wrote:Roleplay isn't about balancing, it's about fun and different characters and realistic play even in unrealistic situations. Now, believe me when I say this, these profile edits are fair. They are based on what the character sheet says, and nothing else. I did indeed invent the stat system we're using after all. In case anyone calls me bias towards my own character, well the stats came into play several weeks after I invented the character, so Mikey wasn't created with having an advantage over this system in mind.
I suppose. I mostly did that because it seemed odd for his character. Seeing as everyone is surviving, everyone is bound to be stronger than they used to be.
Take Klimino's character for instance, he's only 18 - his body isn't fully developed. feth knows why he had BS7 though. Anyway, compare him to the sixteen-year-old Stix who SURVIVED ON HIS OWN IN THE WILD.
Should I fix that?
Just slap the edited profiles I posted earlier into the info post on page 1.
oops. errr,sorry? lol. i didnt think to overly hard on the stats,as i barley knew what i was suppose to be doing for 'balance' or whatever.plus i didnt know what we were going on and i think i was thinking on a 1-10 scale for some reason.lol...
lord commissar klimino wrote:oops. errr,sorry? lol. i didnt think to overly hard on the stats,as i barley knew what i was suppose to be doing for 'balance' or whatever.plus i didnt know what we were going on and i think i was thinking on a 1-10 scale for some reason.lol...
Don't beat yourself up. Just clean your grammar up.
Darkvoidof40k wrote:Don't beat yourself up. Just clean your grammar up.
-_- me and proper grammar dont get along. i have a reason but i dont use it as a card in my hand.i try,ok?
if you wanna be a grammar nazi then continue please
Heh, I may be a Grammar Nazi but I'm not a troll.
If you have a reason for not being able to spell correctly such as dislexia or English is not your first language, then I've got no problem with bad grammar and spelling. That you try your best is all that anyone can ask of anyone else.
Kasrkai wrote:
Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Oh feth...
... not again...
Darko, I order you to cease and desist...
Hey darko, check my Emrah thread, would you kindly.
lord commissar klimino wrote:(oh you dang fething cat.never have i want to punch and high five someone so much at the same time. be a comedian,you'll make millions.)
Meow.
so...can we start this? no one else is joining,not like we need it,we have 11,12? people.
It will start as soon as the event is completed. (Nudge, nudge, wink, wink)
lord commissar klimino wrote:i think kasrkai. otherwise its darko,who just said otherwise,or shas,who made this to get a replacement.
so kasrkai.
This one is indeed in Kasrkai's court. I have meanwhile actually been finishing my Space Hulk event! Up to just over 8400 words at the minute. Need to write some more parts, and when I do, I'm sure I'll get to over 10k!
Kasrkai wrote:Well, I haven't got anything yet. I'm just getting it all together. My first time GMing since Dungeons and Dragons, and that was years ago.
Darko probably refers to his Space Hulk RP.
His event has 8,000+ words alone.
And what IS the source of your power!? Is it the cat!? I have cats. I will become a cat, and surpass you in power!
Yipee, I'm telling another GM what to do.. again! Lookin' at you Kaiser.
We're picking up at Troy.. quite possibly why I've said that we're waiting for you to conclude Kaiser's unfinished event. Also, Kasrkai, I'll PM you with Kaiser's original plans for the roleplay that he sent to me awhileeeeeee ago.
Devastator wrote:Space hulk, RP that is closer to "short" story than RP.
Kasrkai wrote:
Why are you not in Klimino's ontopicness-void?
You just get me that info for the event.
Wouldn't want to call the dogs (Frazzled) now, would we?
1) I dunno.
2) I have no info on the event for you, but info for the roleplay as a whole. Now get typing dawg.
3) Sshh.. I hear that if you say his name, the Weiner Dogs of Death shall come, and herald his arrival.. and then.. then we are all doomed.
lord commissar klimino wrote:one cent per brain cell you've corrupted.
NEVAH! You can never have my treasure! ................................................... ................................................... ................................................... "Shh the bad man is away" "what? kill all humans? okey".
lord commissar klimino wrote:one cent per brain cell you've corrupted.
NEVAH! You can never have my treasure!
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"Shh the bad man is away" "what? kill all humans? okey".
kill all human?...can i help?
Kasrkai wrote:
lord commissar klimino wrote:hey cat,weird furry girl,and troll being punched in face. you owe me 30$.each. one cent per brain cell you've corrupted.
It's a NOVATROOPER ELBOWING A GUNGUN TROLL. GAH.
But I'm cooking something up. Just you wait.
cook it up faster. and idc. it owes me 30$ either way.
Troy was in complete chaos. Neither side willing to give up, but it was continuing to be a stalemate all the way through. Charles the Mayor had ordered all civilians into their homes, and to keep everything locked, but he had little hope it would stop the Bandits when they broke through.
Mikey had been taken by utter surprise when the Bandits attacked, but soon took arms and helped to defend the city.
He aimed down his sights, and saw a Bandit brutally hacking one of Troy’s defenders, and he fired his M9, the bullet piercing his brain, and blood running out of his head.
“Jesus,” he said quietly when he saw the body of his last victim’s victim, gigantic cuts marked all over him.
Suddenly he was taken aback when he heard the voice of Joe, and turned around to see where it was coming from.
“Help!!!” he heard him scream, as he noticed him by the gates, holding off a few Bandits with sharp blades.
“Joe!” he shouted to him, as he punched a few rounds towards the Bandits with supreme accuracy, and they slumped to the ground, dead.
Joe smiled in relief, before a bullet hit him in the leg, and another in the shoulder, and he screamed out in pain, as Mikey ran over to him, spotting the Bandits who had fired, and taking them down with ease.
He reloaded quickly before he got to the man, and picked him up quickly, and put his arm around his shoulder.
“C’mon Joe, we’re gonna make it. Come on. Stay with me, for your daughter!” Mikey assured Joe, as he began to take him back, deeper into the city, trying to get back to a hospital of some sorts. “Help me! Please! Somebody help!”
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Whiskey had been helping to hold off for a while now, and had just finished off a man by the bar, taking off his crown with one clean bullet, when she heard somebody nearby, and instinctively raised her rifle at the person.
“Whoah, calm down! It’s only me!” said Stix quickly, not wishing to have his life end this way, and Whiskey slowly lowered the gun.
“Sorry,” she said.
“Good, now, if you think it would be beneficial for the both of us, can I please join you, as numerous guns are better than one?”
“Sure, c’mon, I heard were having a lot of trouble near the gates. Let’s move.”
“Uh, okay.”
“I got two others with me. One named Will, another called Terrence, you’ll meet them soon enough. After this is over,” suddenly she chuckled. “If we survive.”
Then, they heard desperate shouts coming from the area of the gate.
“That sounded real bad, we have gotta help,” said Stix desperately.
*********
An odd chill had set in as twilight had arrived.
A chill, despite the ever heating conflict.
**********
The raiders were not going to lose the only chance they might have. They came with torches and explosives. What they could not take, they burned. What they could not burn, they leveled.
Whiskey and Stix followed the yells down to the gates. Corpses of defenders and raiders alike littered the ground, some shot, some beaten, others, only god knows. Three raiders were all that stood, each held a little girl. A fourth raider appeared, dressed in a leather jacket that at one point, probably wasn't black. He pulled out three red packages, and with leather belts, strapped one to each child.
"There. That'll draw the piggies out of hiding!"
He threw his head back and choked out what seemed to be a sort of laugh. He never finished, as Whiskey's bullet tore through his throat and into the eye of the bandit behind him. A supreme shot. The bandits were quick to react, raising old revolvers and hunting rifles. Not quick enough though, and Stix took the initiative with his FAL. One shot. Two. The first fell down with a bloody hole over his heart, the other held his stomach, a river of crimson on his hands. Three. A clean head-shot left the raider to crumple to the dirt. Stix and Whiskey rushed forward to the kids. Now, upon closer inspection, they saw what the packages were. Explosives, each with a rigged digital clock. One minute. Counting down. The kids panicked, each running a different way, hoping perhaps to find their mother or a sibling, unwary of the terrible gifts they would bring.
***********
Mikey held Joe with one arm. Surely someone could help him. Someone HAD to help him.
He found what looked like an armored shack, converted to a make-shift pill-box, with various gun barrels pointing out. He froze, but then relaxed. The barrels were completely inert. He pulled Joe inside to fine three of Troys defenders, cut and slashed by raiders. Mikey let Joe lie on a a dusty table. He looked around desperately for someone, something. Then, he felt warm steel against the back of his head: "Need something?" a gruff voice asked. Joe needed help. Mikey would have to risk it. "My friend needs help. Can you help him?" There was a pause. The voice asked: "You a raider?" Mikey felt such relief. "No," he said. "In fact, I was helping to defend Troy. Another pause. "Alright," the voice said. "Here.". And with that, the barrel left Mikey's head, and a grimy hand held out a pile of crude bandages. He looked up to his new accomplice, and saw a cowboy, to be blunt. Dirty blonde man, droning a Cowboy hat. "Those'll stop the bleeding," he said, "but this guy needs real help". He pointed out the door towards the city gates. "Tell you what," he said, "I got me a little buggy to drive clear on out of this little hell hole. You in?" Just as Mikey began to answer, a parade of feet was heard.
They looked out the pill-box's firing port, and saw the approach of what could only be described as a small army of raiders coming straight at them.
***********
Fire. Fire everywhere. And explosions.
Ken LOVED fire. And things. Things were nice to have. And now that every one is busy fighting, he take all the things he wanted. It was like a dream come true. Except people dying. That's kind of sad. But people die all the time, Right?
Ken spotted a nice looking building. Nice places, nice things. He held his torch close as he crouched and stepped along. Left foot, right foot, left foot, right. Then he stopped. Two men stepped out of the building, each carrying a box. Now Ken was furious. They beat him to it. No matter, they were looking the opposite way, unwary to his presence. He crept forward. Left foot, right foot. Left foot, right foot. Now he was only a few feet away. He could almost smell the sweat on them. If they didn't like the heat now, then it sucks to be them. He pulled the lever on his torch. A glorious river of orange consumed them, their screams lost in the sound of surrounding chaos. Ken frowned. Why couldn't people enjoy the fire like he did? Either way, he put out the fire on the boxes, all though he didn't much want to. Inside there were cans, stained black, but otherwise unharmed. Food. Always he needed food. He gathered the cans he could carry and put them in his bag. He turned to leave, but he was stopped. In front of him, several dozen people, all unarmed citizens, all apparently, hungry.
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Lev, Bonesaw, Terence, and Gramps held their own in one the warehouses. Lev had moved from one of the bars to the top of the warehouse, providing much more cover-fire to the defenders. One shot, and a potential rape was prevented. Two, and a grenade wasn't thrown on time. Three, and and a raider teams cover was blown. From up here, you could see the chaos of the entire city. Defenders were putting up a brave, if not futile, resistance in pockets all over. Groups of civilians were heading to the capital and the defensible positions. Lev saw a flicker, and instantly was on it. Nothing was there, though he could have sworn something got to the warehouse door...
Down inside, the others were packing rations and supplies into emergency trucks. Food, ammo, weapons, blankets, medical equipment, toys, whatever. All of it was shoved into the back of two pick-ups and a semi. Gramps paused, and grabbed at his med-kit, his hand only stopped by Terence's. "No," he said. "We need every one to help. You know this place can't hold out. Gramps pulled his hand from Terence's. "And neither will the people if I don't get out there!" he shouted. Even normally cool-headed Gramps was getting stressed. "I know what it's like out there, Terence. Besides, Whiskey hasn't turned up yet. If I can get her and save a few lives, then it'll be worth my own." Bonesaw voiced in this time. "Ah, let him go. What's it matter if he wants to get killed?". Terence gave in, and turned to put a box of blankets in the semi. Gramps grabbed his kit and turned to run, but stopped dead. "Guys." he said shocked. The others turned to the unfortunate sight.
In the doorway, a 10-foot shadow had over taken the light.A sort of limb extended to the side, a sharp hook at the end, twitching excitedly.
"Reaver."
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The team had surrounded the canyon and had been pouring lead for what seemed to be hours. Krockney Krew wasn't exactly a corporate enterprise on human resources, but the accuracy of both sides had left Dimitri as the deciding factor in this fight. At last though, their numbers had thinned out, and Dimitri began directing men into the canyon via a slope on the far side. At the range they were at now, the Krew fell apart, men scattered and fell apart, dropping like flies. With the last of them gone, Dimitri looked to the horizon, and saw huge billows of smoke coming from Troy. Wasn't his concern right now. he followed in, reaching the mouth of the cave that formed the mine. He took point, and led in a team of four. Corpses were scattered about, but after decsending some hundred meters, Dimitri noticed somethin.
They had become mostly Krew corpses.
As if on cue, the cave shook furiously, and the bright light from the entrance went black.
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Yeah, it sucks. But to be fair, I've been up for 36 hours.
as igo looked out the pill box he didnt like what he saw."ah dang. that can no be good...lets leave." igo then went over and helped mikey get joe into the buggy.igo then went and jumped into the drivers seat,he then turned to mikey. "hope you dont like bumpy,fast rides." and with that igo slammed the petal. it was most defiantly a fast,bumpy ride to the gate. as they reached the gate,igo sped into the city.he then slammed the brakes.they weren't working. "errr...dude,this may not sound good,but the brakes are broken...any suggestions?"
as igo looked out the pill box he didnt like what he saw."ah dang. that can no be good...lets leave." igo then went over and helped mikey get joe into the buggy.igo then went and jumped into the drivers seat,he then turned to mikey. "hope you dont like bumpy,fast rides." and with that igo slammed the petal. it was most defiantly a fast,bumpy ride to the gate. as they reached the gate,igo yelled over the wind and engine "open up god dammit! get ready to close it fast to!" as the gate opened slowly,igo swerved the buggy to get a better entrance point.as he sped into the city he slammed the brakes.they werent working. "errr...dude,this may not sound good,but the brakes are broken...any suggestions?"
Could you read the entire event, please? All you need to do is fix the whole gate opened thing, really.
i did.it didnt say anything about it being opened or closed,so i assumed it was closed and they'd open it. so what? i didnt open right? thats the problem?
lord commissar klimino wrote:i did.it didnt say anything about it being opened or closed,so i assumed it was closed and they'd open it. so what? i didnt open right? thats the problem?
They raiders took control of the gate. That's why I said just omit the gate opening thing. Everyone's dead there after Whiskey and Stix.
... did you read what had been written about these characters in the other thread? cause most of us have been teleported away from where we were, additionally, Terence Will and Whiskey were working as a team... and then you just casually split them up...
Terence feels chills run down his spine, and this was a man who just Diddnt scare. His hand snaps to his smg but Levs tugs his shoulder, "its no use we cant hurt that thing"
Terence looks at the reaper one last time then changes his mind, he kicks the boxes beside him so that they collapse sideways arcoss the room and then he flicks a trio of grenades over before sprinting to the door behind him, Lev's hurried footsteps beside him.
The event was well written and good, but the lack of consistancy with the previous roleplay is painful.
Mikey has about half a dozen men with him (who were literally with him), their own Jeep, and wasn't Bonesaw working with my men? I'm pretty sure she was, afterall Mikey and friends did pick her up.
*shrug*
Don't take my criticisms as negative hinderances, but rather as a chance to improve your GMing skills and perhaps edit the event to fit in with the last thread better.
Also, Kaiser, have you explained the good ol' event PMing system to Kasrkai yet? It'd be helpful if you did and also forwarded the event PMs to him.
Ken couldn't see the blurry shapes in front of him, the visor of the safety helmet and smoke from his previous bout of pyromania making it difficult to see anything at all.
Undecided whether they were monsters or not, he decided to try and leg it. They weren't going to be taking his shinies. The shinies were precious, even if they were a little charred.
Kasrkai wrote:Yeah, I figured it be recieved like that.
60+ hours without sleep and now I'm catching something.
hey dont beat yourself up to much. it was really good,even if it didnt match with the rest. and if your sick...in a way it gets you more time to do stuff.
Devastator wrote:Got to agree with the our heretic (i saw what you did there) on that matter. It was very good, but the teleport issue was a problem.
but yeah,i really am ok with it,its just the old players want to continue which is fine by me.if we did want a restart,we could just use it and re make up the reasons for knowing eachother (well.yall could)
dang cat has them all by the throat.but my dog will get him,oh yes,they will get him
First I think we should just go with what has been posted I like it and it is probably better than what I could come up with.
Second I'm happy with where we are going unless this is 'bring your character to get killed by a reaper day' and if so, not so happy but still interested. Please don't split us up either.
One more thing will we be continueing the PM event system?
Frankly, I'm going to be annoying and demand an event edit. I'll do it myself if you want, Kasrkai.
Unless of course we are doing a restart, in which case I'll just go to my calm-down corner of the internet and quietly rage for a bit.
I jest. But, Kasrkai, 60 hours without sleep.. life always comes first bud, don't go out of your way for events or even DakkaDakka as a whole. Get some sleep, I'm happy to take over for a bit if you do need a rest.
awww....my dog rip darko to bits.as they slowly bit open his little cat neck,he sees cat heaven open its gates.but then suddenly,they close,chanting something about him always being off topic,and he starts to fall.it hot very hot,he catches fire,hits the ground.its boiling hot,he is still on fire,on fire for all etenity.with dogs constantly eating his flesh.
I wont be on for a while. I;ve got something terrible and I past out twice getting here. If for some reason there is a post ignore it. My cousins and their fething demon spawn are staying and he thinks its funny to screw with me and he already posted on my other thread which I fixed. Sorry I always get sick when something funs happening.
Kasrkai wrote:I wont be on for a while. I;ve got something terrible and I past out twice getting here. If for some reason there is a post ignore it. My cousins and their fething demon spawn are staying and he thinks its funny to screw with me and he already posted on my other thread which I fixed. Sorry I always get sick when something funs happening.
ok. get better.your cousin or whoever sounds like a real .
Tyranic would refuse to be led around such, in his real incarnation hes ethereal anyway so its not like you can actually put a collar around him.... but ill play along
"Mate you can have the future for free, but you also have to take this darling feline
Darko, just don't do the evnt without me doing my character first...
... dude, wait...
... actually it will take ages anyway, seeing as how long his Space Hulk events are (yes, I have seen them, did think about joining, then though "no"), I predict it will take a month at most, but a week in the least...
Appearance: Strange, wears a black cloak with a hood over his black leather combat suit, and wears a skull mask.
Equipment: Clothing. Desert Eagles being his favourite guns, but he has many at his weapons cache. Scythe. Throwing knives.
History: Before the event, he was an assassin who few knew about. His kills would always be swift, and nobody would see him. Anybody who did see him cried about how they had seen the Grim Reaper, and that he was coming to kill them. Those people are seen as mad.
Now, who knows?
Other info: He is seen by the people kno know him as death incarnate.
Kaiser, this event won't be anywhere near as long as the Space Hulk event (and future events in that roleplay will be far shorter, so you won't have to worry about that being a problem in the future, so I implore you to join), however I will still aim to make it a good piece of writing.
speaking of heavy fire power, Am I allowed to find gear for myself (better guns, Armor to raise my Sv, etc). I'd like to see if I can compensate for having a child's statistics (appropriately so)
Darkvoidof40k wrote:
Kaiser, this event won't be anywhere near as long as the Space Hulk event (and future events in that roleplay will be far shorter, so you won't have to worry about that being a problem in the future, so I implore you to join), however I will still aim to make it a good piece of writing.
Oh...
... ohhh, oh...
... grrrrrrrr...
... argh! Sorry I can't dude, I hate missing out on beginning plotline in an RP man, so I'll have to say no...
... and btw, did anybody actually look at my char sheet???
Darkvoidof40k wrote:
Kaiser, this event won't be anywhere near as long as the Space Hulk event (and future events in that roleplay will be far shorter, so you won't have to worry about that being a problem in the future, so I implore you to join), however I will still aim to make it a good piece of writing.
Oh...
... ohhh, oh...
... grrrrrrrr...
... argh! Sorry I can't dude, I hate missing out on beginning plotline in an RP man, so I'll have to say no...
... and btw, did anybody actually look at my char sheet???
yes and im still wondering if Terrance will have to encounter this strange persoage yet. And what will happen when the worlds most lethal predator meets humanities greatest fear in human form
Devastator wrote:Can we throw the Darko out of window while your writing
that event? (Yes, literally)
no no,thats not bad enough for him....we need to hold him down and make him only post stuff thats on topic...while he is being bitten by dogs...and beaten with sharp objects...and then we throw him out the window while still doing all that till he hits the ground.
Btw guys, just changed my characters name to Nex (violent death), seeing as otherwise it will just be confusing with Reaper fighting a reaper an' all...
A predator is described as something that kills others for benifit to itself as a being.
In my opinion Terence is more lethal than Mr Nova trooper, (No offence meant but i havnt seen you post / havnt read any) and reapers by definition are not predators, they kill for an ideal rather than their own gain.
Tyranic Marta wrote:A predator is described as something that kills others for benifit to itself as a being.
In my opinion Terence is more lethal than Mr Nova trooper, (No offence meant but i havnt seen you post / havnt read any) and reapers by definition are not predators, they kill for an ideal rather than their own gain.
Eh, I specialize in making anonymous and disposable characters. Not to mention, that was pretty random.
im gonna go make ma stats now.
(hint, hint)
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