Dr. Buckley exited the small recovery room,he felt a whirlwind of conflicting emotions as he walked slowly down the narrow hall ways of the Med Center.
On one hand,he honestly didn't care for the biker riff raff,their whole life style offended him,boisterous hooligans involved in criminal activities...he'd treated many of that type before the out break,a social cancer..rotting away the very fiber of America.
Yet that man,Tombstone,he'd shown a genuine concern for his fellows,he'd risked his life and the lives of his friends back at the Hotel during the evacuation...and on the road when the undead had come pouring from the Forrest,he'd assured the children were taken to safety...as did that woman Tasha.
...And,he'd actually thanked him.despite his knowledge of the Doctors disdain for him and his friends...he'd shown the good graces of being appreciative.
Buckley shook his head,perhaps the man was more than just some uneducated rough neck..perhaps they all were.
He spotted two of the bikers standing near the room in which the woman Tasha was being monitored,Buckley straightened his lab coat and approached the pair of giant bikers.
" I've just ben in to see your...leader" Dr.Buckley said " I'm happy to inform you he seems to be out of the woods...indeed...he seemed more concerned with the well being of the others than himself."
Deadman smiled " Thanks Doc..that's great to know."
Buckley seemed shocked as the biker grabbed his hand and shook it.
"...All very well sir...no thanks required" The Doctor stammered.
" We owe you Doc.." Scratch Said smiling " You pulled our people through" He clapped the Doctor on the back startling him.
" Yes...yes...well now,I must see to the young lady now." Buckley said hurriedly " If you gentlemen would care to return later....perhaps I can allow you to visit with your friends for a moment or two."
"We'd appreciate it Doc" Deadman said shaking the mans hand again before turning to leave with Scratch.
" Most curious." Buckley said shaking his head and entering the small intensive care room.
Inside,Tasha lay unconscious,respirators pumping assisting in her breathing,a bevy of machines monitoring her vital signs.
Dr. Buckley peered at the instruments and checked the levels of the multiple IV drips that ha been administered .
" Any changes in her condition Doctor?" an assistant who was on duty monitoring Tasha asked.
" I'd think I should be asking you that question." Dr. Buckley said " But yes...she seems to be stabilizing..I believe the young lady will recover."
The Doctor fed a hypo of antibiotics into an IV line,and turned to face his assistant.
" I'll be back in an hour..." Buckley said " If anything changes in her condition..call me immediately."
The Doctor turned and exited the room,as the young assistant sat monitoring Tasha vitals.
Because the Russians like bombed it an all the ground was really weak so a weak charge could blow it up. It had to be blown up because there was no other way in in that area, and Falco was a fair bit away from where the explosion was so he escaped unscathed, and then Carters little gang jumped in and took out the zombies.
Please, please, please, please, please, please, let it go now.
Deadman and Scratch entered the confines of the camp recreations hall,inside finding Mace and Cutter,the only other Satans Servants who weren't either dead or wounded now.
The hall had been cleaned up,but still wreaked of blood and the smell of numerous spent rounds of ammunition.
Deadman took a seat at a table off to one corner and motioned the others over,the other three,Cutter with a huge bottle of Jack Daniels in hand,sat down with the biker.
" This is a real balls up" Deadman said as he poured himself a glass of the amber colored liquid " Stones all shot up...Tasha may die." he drained his glass and refilled it.
" At least Ajax is ok" Cutter said " I peeked in on him earlier...he looked pretty good...hell...he was trying to talk one of the nurses into climbing in the bed with him."
Deadman snickered at that " Sounds like Ajax alright."
" Doc says Stone should be alright as well" Scratch said " Just needs some time to mend."
Deadman nodded " Yeah...but til then..what are we gonna do...I mean Stone was more or less our spokesperson with that guy Halon...who knows how he's gonna react to all this."
Mace spoke up " Hey bros...believe me...I've been with Halon for the last year...he's a solid dude...he might be a bit ticked about the whole mess...but he's not going to turn on any of us."
Deadman nodded " I hope your right Mace...and I hope his people feel that way too...we don't need a bunch of internal strife right now...especially since that bastard Patrick is gone."
" I'll talk with Halon" Mace said " Make sure everything is copacetic."
Deadman nodded again " Good deal...Tell the truth I like that guy,I'd hate for there to be any bad blood between us."
Scratch spoke up " We got a few other things to worry about."
" Like what?" Asked Cutter.
" Like that Patrick dude" Deadman answered and Scratch nodded.
" Is he really out of the picture?" Scratch said " Sure..Stone cut his ass up pretty bad and he limped off with what was left of his little army...but"
" But will he be back?" Deadman said " I've been thinking about that too...that fethers liable to do anything...he's obviously insane...and if he's still alive...I doubt he's going to take his lumps and leave."
" Not only that." Scratch added " But if Stone thinks he's still alive....is he gonna want to go after Patrick?"
Deadman sighed " Hell man...I want to go after him...look at everything he's done...he started this whole fething mess by stealing from us like a fething coward instead of coming to us like a man would have and asking for a hand..no...he sneaks up on Fat Tony and grabs his bike like a filthy purse snatching scumbag!" Deadmans voice begin to boom " Then...when he gets caught...does he give up the bike he fething stole?...no the little maggot starts shooting...kills our brothers..Stones woman..." Deadman whispered visibly shaken by his anger " As far as I'm concerned...Stones right...for all of our people that that slimy piece of rat gak has killed...he deserves to be fething skinned alive."
Scratch nodded " I'm with you and Stone...Woolly and I ..we knew each other for years...he was my friend..I say we kill that feth and anyone who helps him on sight."
Cutter belted back a huge gulp of whiskey " No Mercy!" he shouted.
Mace,who had not been with his fellow members in over a year,still understood the brothers code,an enemy of the club was an enemy to one and all,and given what he'd seen of that guy Patrick He himself would have no problem shooting him in the face....that guy was sick,deranged and positively venomous...in just a few short days he'd managed to poison some of Halons men,men that Mace had come to know and trust over the past year.
Mace decided to talk with Halon about Patrick,reasonably,hopping that if Halon hadn't already figured out how disturbed that Patrick was,he could convince Halon of it.
" We need to make preparations" Deadman said " Just in case that feth shows back up around here."
FITZZ wrote: Deadman and Scratch entered the confines of the camp recreations hall,inside finding Mace and Cutter,the only other Satans Servants who weren't either dead or wounded now.
The hall had been cleaned up,but still wreaked of blood and the smell of numerous spent rounds of ammunition.
Deadman took a seat at a table off to one corner and motioned the others over,the other three,Cutter with a huge bottle of Jack Daniels in hand,sat down with the biker.
" This is a real balls up" Deadman said as he poured himself a glass of the amber colored liquid " Stones all shot up...Tasha may die." he drained his glass and refilled it.
" At least Ajax is ok" Cutter said " I peeked in on him earlier...he looked pretty good...hell...he was trying to talk one of the nurses into climbing in the bed with him."
Deadman snickered at that " Sounds like Ajax alright."
" Doc says Stone should be alright as well" Scratch said " Just needs some time to mend."
Deadman nodded " Yeah...but til then..what are we gonna do...I mean Stone was more or less our spokesperson with that guy Halon...who knows how he's gonna react to all this."
Mace spoke up " Hey bros...believe me...I've been with Halon for the last year...he's a solid dude...he might be a bit ticked about the whole mess...but he's not going to turn on any of us."
Deadman nodded " I hope your right Mace...and I hope his people feel that way too...we don't need a bunch of internal strife right now...especially since that bastard Patrick is gone."
" I'll talk with Halon" Mace said " Make sure everything is copacetic."
Deadman nodded again " Good deal...Tell the truth I like that guy,I'd hate for there to be any bad blood between us."
Scratch spoke up " We got a few other things to worry about."
" Like what?" Asked Cutter.
" Like that Patrick dude" Deadman answered and Scratch nodded.
" Is he really out of the picture?" Scratch said " Sure..Stone cut his ass up pretty bad and he limped off with what was left of his little army...but"
" But will he be back?" Deadman said " I've been thinking about that too...that fethers liable to do anything...he's obviously insane...and if he's still alive...I doubt he's going to take his lumps and leave."
" Not only that." Scratch added " But if Stone thinks he's still alive....is he gonna want to go after Patrick?"
Deadman sighed " Hell man...I want to go after him...look at everything he's done...he started this whole fething mess by stealing from us like a fething coward instead of coming to us like a man would have and asking for a hand..no...he sneaks up on Fat Tony and grabs his bike like a filthy purse snatching scumbag!" Deadmans voice begin to boom " Then...when he gets caught...does he give up the bike he fething stole?...no the little maggot starts shooting...kills our brothers..Stones woman..." Deadman whispered visibly shaken by his anger " As far as I'm concerned...Stones right...for all of our people that that slimy piece of rat gak has killed...he deserves to be fething skinned alive."
Scratch nodded " I'm with you and Stone...Woolly and I ..we knew each other for years...he was my friend..I say we kill that feth and anyone who helps him on sight."
Cutter belted back a huge gulp of whiskey " No Mercy!" he shouted.
Mace,who had not been with his fellow members in over a year,still understood the brothers code,an enemy of the club was an enemy to one and all,and given what he'd seen of that guy Patrick He himself would have no problem shooting him in the face....that guy was sick,deranged and positively venomous...in just a few short days he'd managed to poison some of Halons men,men that Mace had come to know and trust over the past year.
Mace decided to talk with Halon about Patrick,reasonably,hopping that if Halon hadn't already figured out how disturbed that Patrick was,he could convince Halon of it.
" We need to make preparations" Deadman said " Just in case that feth shows back up around here."
Anywhooo...on with the RP.
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BIC:...
Mace left the other three bikers to there preparations,he had business to attend to with Halon,that hopefully he'd be up to discussing.
As Mace walked through the camp,he noticed a great deal of activity,the pires for the dead had burned away,but clean up was continuing at a rapid pace,as was the reinforcement of the camps gate.
Mace had to laugh at that a bit,in the chaos of the fire fight it seemed as though a lot of people had forgotten that there were millions of dead people walking around looking for a hot lunch.
As he approached the Medical center,Mace caught sight of Dr. Buckley,he waved to the Dr. to get his attention and jogged over to were Buckley stood sipping at a paper cup of tea.
" Hey Doc" Mace said " looks like you've been pretty busy ."
The doctor nodded sighing " Indeed I have" he said " I genuinely hope that your associates aren't planning any further hi-jinks...I'd like to perhaps have a proper rest before I'm required to perform any further surgeries."
Mace laughed lightly " I believe things should be quiet for a while...at least I hope so."
" Delighted to hear that" Dr. Buckley said,taking a sip of his drink " Now...what can I do for you Mace?"
" I was wondering...if I might have a few minutes to talk with Halon?" Mace asked hopefully.
Buckley frowned and closed his eyes,rubbing them with the palm of one hand " I'd much rather he not be disturbed at the moment Mace...his injuries were not that severe...but he does need to rest."
" Five minutes Doc." Mace said " I wouldn't ask if it wasn't important."
Dr. Buckley sighed and nodded " Very well...but make it quick."
" Thanks Doc" Mace said " I promise ...five minutes...no more."
Buckley nodded and made a dismissive gesture towards Mace " Yes..yes...be quick about it....Mr. Halon is in the room farthest to the rear...the one to the left."
" Thanks Doc" Mace said as he disappeared into the Med center,he strolled up the narrow hallway searching for Halons room,planning to keep his visit brief as he'd promised,he quickly went over the key points he intended to discuss with Halon....primarily Halons current disposition towards the bikers...his views concerning Patrick...and overall... Halons assessments on the next moves...he may be down temporarily,Mace thought...but there's still a gak load of people out there looking at him for leadership.
Mace Finlay located the room in which Halon was resting,the biker took a deep breath and stepped inside
FITZZ wrote: OOC: Mhmm, I'd say "Deadmans" assessments were pretty accurate concerning both Patrick's actions ...and his overall personality.
Except you shot at me first.
Technically,Darko shot first...since he was controlling the event...however that doesn't negate the fact that no one would have been taking shots at Patrick had he not stolen the bike in the first place.
...Try hopping on a Hells Angels motorcycle and see how well that works out for you.
Because the Russians like bombed it an all the ground was really weak so a weak charge could blow it up. It had to be blown up because there was no other way in in that area, and Falco was a fair bit away from where the explosion was so he escaped unscathed, and then Carters little gang jumped in and took out the zombies.
Please, please, please, please, please, please, let it go now.
Sorry to dissapoint, but as the others have pointed out several pages ago, it just wouldn't work. So just make up a story about them having been in the tunnels already or something..
Deadman,Cutter and Scratch had been busily investigating the camps store rooms and had located several useful items.
Now,with a cache of explosives the loggers had obviously utilized for the removal of large tree stumps,some PVC pipe and a barrel of ball bearings located in the saw mill,the three bikers set about constructing a arsenal of improvised claymores.
" Once we finish this batch" Deadman said with a grin " We'll set the detonators,black 'em out and set 'em in the tree lines by the fences."
" If that feth comes back around..BOOM!" Cutter laughed.
" Not just for him man" Deadman spoke " We gotta be ready in case any walkers show up at this party as well."
" True" Scratch replied " They'll be around sooner or later...it's like they can smell us when we stay in one place to long."
" Yeah" Cutter said,setting a detonator into the pipe bomb and placing it among the others " Like the old cereal commercial used to say..they follow their nose."
" Won't matter" Deadman Said " anything gets caught in the blast when these things go off is going to get vaporized."
Several moments later,carrying their demolitions,the three bikers exited the camps fences,after an hour had passed and all the improvised claymores had been set Deadman slapped his friends on the back
" All right then bros" the biker said " That takes care of step one."
I've been musing over the amount of mixed allegiances and fence jumpers (character/NPC wise) this RP is yielding.
A group of Halons men defected over to Patrick's side,of course some were killed,but still.
Hog is in Jennifer's camp,he's a member of The Satans Servants,and clearly that would peek Jennifer's interest since Tombstone and Halon are responsible for her Father being killed...well,more Halon than Tombstone...but the point remains.
Mace,another Satans Servant (although he's been separated from the gang for a year) now finds himself as go between for the gang with Halon.
....I'm sure I'm missing others...but our little RP is becoming a undead soap opera.
Alrighty, a couple of things;
1) Sorry for not being on, I was entertaining relatives.
2) Merry belated Christmas.
3) If you celebrate Hannukah, that should've been done with awhile back but happy belated Hannukah to you as well.
4) If you celebrate nothing, I hope you avoided the drunks that do celebrate.
IC)
Halon was sitting upright in his bed with Mace standing in front of him.
"Oww, oww!" Halon shouted as the biker grabbed Halon's nose.
"What are you crying about?" Mace said as he quickly snapped Halon's nose back into place.
"Jesus, Joseph, and Mary!" Halon yelled as he pulled his face away from the biker and grabbed his nose with his own hands to protect it.
"Don't be a baby about it." Mace said while shaking his head.
"Have you ever had a broken nose?" Halon said while Mace looked Halon in the eyes and crossed his arms.
"Okay, that was a stupid question." Halon looked around at the room, "So how's everyone doing?"
"Everyone's doing relatively well." Mace began, "We need to talk about someone though."
"Feth head?" Halon said, laying back down on the bed.
"You bet. He almost killed Tomb and made some of our guys defect." Mace said calmly despite his anger.
"I know, and I also know that no one shot his escape vehicle with one of the tanks." Halon began sitting up and winced as his ribs shot pain through his body."I'm gravely disappointed. What's the purpose of having a tank if you don't use them?"
"So you want to kill him too?" Mace asked happily.
"Not really, revenge wasn't never really my thing." Halon noticed Mace's face change from delight to despair. "But, I'm all for helping Tomb to get HIS revenge."
"Is that any different?" Mace leaned against the door and prepared to leave the room.
"To me yes, if I go out to get revenge on my own I'm mad. If I help Tomb get his, then I'm being nice and helping a friend." Halon tried standing and used the bed as a brace.
"That's still not different." Mace chuckled as he opened the door.
"Well to me it is, and that's all that matters." Halon said before trying to breath heavily. "Oww, breathing hurts."
Mace left the room before laughing at Halon, "Have I ever had my nose broken..."
OOC:...I'm trying to remember exactly which of Halons men turned on him and joined Patrick,IIRC it was Gary,Theron,Johnathan and Snyder...Gary and Jonathan were killed in the gunfight and Theron and Snyder (who is wounded) are now with Patrick...correct?
BIC:....
Mace exited the med center,still chuckling at Halons comment concerning broken noses.
He paused for a moment thinking to himself "Why didn't some one blast that feth with the tanks like Halon said?" he wondered " Would have been so much simpler to have done that when that scumbag Patrick was making a run for it then have to be concerned about what he may be planning now."
Mace shook his head " Hind sight is 20/20 I suppose...besides,everything was crazy when that mini war was going on...who had time to think about the tanks?" Mace laughed..." Of course now....between the claymores and the Tanks...they'd blow Patrick off the face of the planet if he showed his face around here again."
Mace continued to walk through the camp,amazed at how quickly the place was coming together,the fences had all been re-enforced using the cut lumber from the mill,the generators were up and running and big klieg lights had been positioned to eliminate the perimeter if need be,hell Mace could even hear the sounds of children laughing coming from inside the meeting hall,apparently some one had set up a DvD player and a large screen TV and was entertaining the young ones with the antics of Buzz Lightyear and Woody the Cowboy.
The biker smiled,life had been hard on the kids lately,it was good to hear them laugh for a change.
Eventually Mace located Deadman,who was sitting in the Rec Hall,a sketch of the surrounding woods and a bottle of whiskey on the table before him.
" I talked with Halon Mace said taking a seat with Deadman " He's got Tombstones back."
Deadman smiled " That's good to know...He impresses me as a good man..I'm glad he's backing Stone."
" Halon also brought up a funny question" Mace continued.
Deadman cocked an eyebrow at his friend " What would that be?"
" Why no one used the tanks against Patrick and his little band of traitors when they turned tail and ran?" Mace laughed.
Deadmans mouth hung open for a moment and he slapped his forehead " God...that would have been brilliant..wish someone would have thought to do that then."
Mace laughed " I guess you guys were to busy trying not to get shot to pieces...don't be so hard on yourself."
" Well...we will definitely have them ready in case Patrick...or any walkers show up." Deadman smiled " But.."
" Why is there always a but." Mace laughed.
Deadman made to play strike his friend laughing " But" he continued " We need to think about setting up some sort of alarm system...some kind early warning system...the walkers will just show up eventually...we know that..and it's not like they will try to sneak up on us....but that fether Patrick...he will...it's not like he'll drive up to the main gate and challenge us again...if he tries to come back here...he'll do it like a thief in the night."
Mace nodded " Yeah...I figured that too"
" So.." Deadman smiled " We need to prepare for that too."
Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Sorry It's just I'm really pissed off right now with life. Sorry that it seems rude
Yeah we've all had that. It's called growing up, unfortunately. Just take a walk or some shizze.
Scrazza wrote:@Dark: sorry, but could you just keep Robbie allive for a while? I plan on rp'ing latter on, but I still have some other things to take care of.
Dude, I'm totally out of events right now. That last one.. geeze.. 'nuff said, I think..
Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Sorry It's just I'm really pissed off right now with life. Sorry that it seems rude
Yeah we've all had that. It's called growing up, unfortunately. Just take a walk or some shizze.
Well, I'm not pissed off with life at the moment, but pissed off about myself. And, unfortunatly I can't just take a walk and let it go away. And that's the reason why I ask you to keep My character alive for a while.
Tombstone lay quietly in his dimly lighted room,he'd been awake for near a half hour by his reckoning and though he was feeling some discomfort he didn't bother with calling for any medications.
"Feth it." The biker thought " Let it hurt...I can't afford to keep passing out on pain killer..to much to think about."
He silently cursed himself " I fething had the bastard...I fething had him and he got away" The biker felt the familar rage building inside him " And now T-Rex and Woolly are dead too...and Tasha..feth...what about Tasha...would she live?"
" Bastard!" Tombstone whispered through clenched teeth,a wave of fury washing over him like never before " If it means my death" The biker vowed " I will cut that fething bastards heart out and eat it."
Tombstone cursed his debilitated condition,sure he'd heal...but at the moment he felt utterly helpless,unable to even get out of this fething bed and see to his people.
The bikers fist crashed down on the bed side table,a bolt of agony shooting through his body with the action,Tombstone gritted his teeth against the pain and drifted in thought.
His dream...visions...whatever they had been troubled him,One Eye and Medicine Man had both warned him that more death would follow him on his quest for revenge.
"What was it that Medicine Man said?" Tombstone thought " Paths of blood....Paths of....blood."
" Blood" The biker thought "...Blood.",Tombstone begin to grin into the dim light,a dark idea had come to him...a very dark idea.
Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Sorry It's just I'm really pissed off right now with life. Sorry that it seems rude
Grow up and get a pair. I'm dealing with death in the family, depression and a complicated girlfriend. Ever see me venting this into my posts? I don't go up to (metaphorically of course) Karon and act like a dick toward him, and I don't go to Fitzz and whine about how gak my life can be. Half the time people on Dakka don't want to know. It'd spoil their day. Out of sight, out of mind, y'know?
Apologies towards you, but stuff can bug me once in a while.
And apologies to you, FM, I've really left you high n' dry over the last week or so!
IC: Hog winced as he was helped up by one of the new and exciting soldiers. Apparently, he'd half fainted, or collapsed. Very un-biker behaviour, but hell, it hadn't been his fault. Not in the long run of things. One of the soldiers, probably named some prophetical name gave him an arm to grip as Hog climbed to his feet. The woman took Hogs weight without the slightest wince, or sign of discomfort. Hog wasn't fat, but he was a big guy, and all the muscle weight, and the generous layer of fatty padding made his weight similar to that of a large, wild species of pig, for which he gained his name.
"Cheers Budd." Hog said, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
"How long has it been since you last ate?" Said the angelic soldier, her voice radiating concern. The gal probably still followed Christian virtues, Hog thought. Nothing wrong with a religious zealot, as long as they didn't try and press it upon others.
Hog smiled politely, feeling it was best to, and replied.
"Maybe 2 days ago, I didn't faint from hunger, more from running for the last half hour in the sweltering heat. I usually don't stink as bad as this."
A couple of other men, dressed in fatigues jogged over, guns resting, but hands on the triggers. They weren't taking chances.
Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Sorry It's just I'm really pissed off right now with life. Sorry that it seems rude
Grow up and get a pair. I'm dealing with death in the family, depression and a complicated girlfriend. Ever see me venting this into my posts? I don't go up to (metaphorically of course) Karon and add like a dick toward him, and I don't go to Fitzz and whine about how gak my life can be. Half the time people on Dakka don't want to know. It'd spoil their day. Out of sight, out of mind, y'know?
Apologies towards you, but stuff can bug me once in a while.
And apologies to you, JP, I've really left you high n' dry over the last week or so!
IC: Hog winced as he was helped up by one of the new and exciting soldiers. Apparently, he'd half fainted, or collapsed. Very un-biker behaviour, but hell, it hadn't been his fault. Not in the long run of things. One of the soldiers, probably named some prophetical name gave him an arm to grip as Hog climbed to his feet. The man took Hogs weight without the slightest wince, or sign of discomfort. Hog wasn't fat, but he was a big guy, and all the muscle weight, and the generous layer of fatty padding made his weight similar to that of a large, wild species of pig, for which he gained his name.
"Cheers Budd." Hog said, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
"How long has it been since you last ate?" Said the angelic soldier, his voice radiating concern. The man probably still followed Christian virtues, Hog thought. Nothing wrong with a religious zealot, as long as they didn't try and press it upon others.
Hog smiled politely, feeling it was best to, and replied.
"Maybe 2 days ago, I didn't faint from hunger, more from running for the last half hour in the sweltering heat. I usually don't stink as bad as this."
A couple of other men, dressed in fatigues jogged over, guns resting, but hands on the triggers. They weren't taking chances.
Its because I'm a thug, no stranger to homicide. My city of full of gangbangers and drive byes. Why do we die, at an early age, he was so young, but still a victim of the 12 gauge. So much Pain.
@ Ghosty:
It's all good bro. I would be hard pressed to get a fully thought out RP done right now anyway. I am currently out of town visiting the fam for the holidays.
So I am content working behind the scenes whispering into peoples ear.... like some kind of dark Jedi.
Something something something Dark side....
Something something something Complete.
Dr. Buckley walked out of the building where the others we located and walked across the open compound. He looked around and after making sure nobody was looking he side stepped into a small out building that he had discovered earlier and locked the door behind him.
Inside we walked across the dimly light room and opened a wooden door revealing a dusty stairwell leading down into the basement. We walked down the stairs which creaked under his weight and reached the bottom revealing a bare concrete floor and another door with light showing through under it. He reached out and pushed the door inward and stepped into the brightly light room.
The small room he entered had been hastily and covertly stocked with medical gear that Dr. Buckley was sure nobody would even notice was missing. So far he had been proven right.
Strapped down to an old portable stainless steel table taken from the med center above was the bullet ridden and heavily sedated form of Saunders. Around his arms, legs and neck heavy restraints could be seen in place just in case the sedation failed for whatever reason. A pulse ox monitor and an electrocardiogram machine was connected to his arm and a green tinted non re-breather plastic oxygen mask was on his face.
Dr. Buckley walked over to the side of the table where another one of his assistants was standing checking various connections and readouts on the machine.
"I thought I made it VERY clear that the door is to remain locked at all time! The last thing we need is someone stumbling in on us before due time." he said in a stern voice. Overly annoyed at the incompetence of his assistant.
"I'm sorry. It will never happen again."
"See to it that it doesn't, or I will put you to work scrubbing dirty bed pans for the foreseeable future!"
"Yes Doctor." Came the reply.
"Now" Said Dr. Buckley as he picked up a clipboard and scanned what was printed on it "How is our guest?"
"Well Doctor, since being brought here, our guest has been actively healing himself at a remarkable rate. As requested, heavy anesthesia has been administered as a safety precaution. Also you should have a look at this." The assistant grabbed a probe and promptly poked Saunders in the ribs. The probe barely penetrated the skin before striking a hard, rigid surface making a muffled dink sound.
"Remarkable" Said Dr. Buckley. "The Intercostal areas had formed a ridged protective coating of bone to better protect his internal organs. In essence, his ribs have nearly fused completely together into a giant protective shell. No wonder he is still alive. The small caliber bullets couldn't penetrate his chest and strike any internal organs."
"Also Sir, you might want to see this." The assistant pulled a small gauge needle normally used for IVs out and proceeded to stick it into Saunders arm. The needle flexed and bent unable to penetrate his skin.
"I can't explain it, but I think his body is slowly adapting to protect him..... possibly from threats he encounters."
Dr. Buckley stared wide eyed for a moment as the information sank in.
"Interesting, that wasn't mentioned in the case file." he murmured to himself.
"Case file Doctor?"
"Yes, I found it on the ride over here in the under the seat storage compartment in the hmmwv I was riding in." He reached under his lab coat and pulled the Russian file about Saunders that he had hidden in the vehicle a few days earlier and placed it on the work table. "It is a remarkable read. We could learn so much from him." he said looking at the monster strapped to the table.
He glanced down at his watch on his wrist. It had been 45 minutes since he left and he needed to leave before anyone noticed that he was missing.
"I want a full spectrum analysis done on our guest to include Blood and tissue samples, Dna, spinal tap, ect ect. I also want a feeding tube inserted and an advanced airway secured. Once completed with these tasks prep him for surgery. I want to know what makes him tick."
"Yes Doctor, but I am going to need more supplies and equipment to do everything you want me to...."
"THEN YOU SHALL HAVE IT! JUST MAKE IT HAPPEN!" Dr. Buckley interrupted as he walked out of the room and back up the stairs leaving the assistant alone with Saunders.
The assistant sighed and grabbed a large bore needle and attempted to insert it into his arm. It flexed for a second before the skin gave way and it slipped into a vein.
Ok one more brief RP before I sign off for the night...
BIC....
The battered mini van rolled quickly up the darkened road,the driver scanning the area nervously for any signs of the huge line of vehicles they'd spotted earlier...and for signs of any of the walking dead as well.
The passengers of the van had spotted the mass of vehicles leaving a huge Hotel that had been surrounded by the undead,they had attempted to signal the convoy but to their dismay the Hotel had exploded in a spectacular fireball...then the dead had come for the van and the driver was forced to retreat.
For hours,the van had cruised about,the driver hopping to locate the group of vehicles again..." Tanks" He thought " They actually had tanks."
The other passengers had lost hope of finding the convoy and begin to badger the driver to find a safe place to hide,however he flatly refused to give up on finding the other survivors.
" Look" the driver said to the rest " They had two fething tanks...and you all saw how many trucks and stuff they had...if we can find them...maybe we can join up with them...there obviously well armed and organized."
An hour passed,and as the driver himself was loosing hope of ever locating the unknown party...he caught sight of them...on a distant back road.
The driver cursed,he'd have to detour long way around to catch them...but at least he knew what road they were on.
By the time the driver had caught sight of the convoy again the road ahead was swarming with zombies,no way they could make it through all of them and catch up to the convoy.
The driver swore again and reversed the van,heading towards an access road,hopping to by pass the walkers and catch up with the line of vehicles again.
He'd succeeded in getting around the zombies,but had lost sight of the convoy.
Now,he searched desperately for any sign of them...or where they may be,he thought briefly they may have headed to Pine Ville...but no...Pine Ville had been wiped out...bombed out of existence.
" Where could they be!" The driver said almost pleading.
" Hey." a woman in the back shouted " Looks like something big hit that tree."
The driver glanced at a huge tree up ahead,it was knocked at an odd angle,a large chunk ripped from it.
" Could one of their tanks have done that?" A young boy asked.
" Look...Look!!...Theres a road.." Another woman shouted pointing over the drivers shoulder "...sign says there's a lumber camp that way!"
" Lumber camp?" the driver said " Could they have?...hell..it's worth a look."
The driver quickly turned the van up the access road,praying he could find the owners of the tanks further along...and praying they would be friendly.
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OOC...Ok,5 NPCs in the van.
One older man (the driver) -Earl ( Ex-Cop)
One young boy (15)-David
Two young women ( 20ish)-Lacey and Rachel...Lacey was a Nurse (RN),Rachel was a Hooker.
One older woman (45) Carol...(She was a Colonel in the Army,deployed during the early days of the outbreak).
The five all met at a Local Hospital at the begging of the outbreak,evacuated when the Hospital was over run,they were part of a larger group that had taken up residence in a large mountain cabin/home...but were forced to flee when the home was breached by the undead...they were the only survivors and have been on the road and on the run for a month now.
They are open NPCs ...so any one at the lumber camp feel free to use 'em.
Yeah,I figured after the last NPC bloodbath we could use a few new faces for Darko to mangle later...er...I mean to add to the body count...um..what I meant to say was...add to the overall flavor of the RP.
The driver of the van moved slowly up the lumber camp access road,feeling hopeful they would locate the owners of the tanks at the encampment ahead.
"Earl" One of the women in the back of the van spoke up "What happens if these people don't want us with them?...what if they turn us away?...or..worse."
Earl thought for a moment and shook his head " I don't know." he said flatly "But we have to try...we certainly can't stay on the road all night...the dead would find us sooner or later...we just have to pray that whoever owns those tanks will be friendly."
" Your taking a huge gamble Earl" another woman said " Especially with a van full of women and a kid."
" Who you calling a kid!" the young boy yelled " I've held my own all year...I'm as good in a fight as you are Rachel!"
" Relax David" Rachel soothed " I didn't mean anything by it...it's just that...we have no idea who's up there...they could be dangerous."
" In case you haven't noticed Rachel" Earl replied " The whole world is pretty damn dangerous...I say that linking p with the people up there could be our saving grace."
" Or it could be the worst mistake we ever made." Rachel said " One that we won't walk away from."
Earl started to tell Rachel to just shut her mouth and count her toes,but before he could utter a word the van had arrived at a large gate.
"we're here." Earl said softly "Every one stay calm."
From the opposite side of the fence a group of figures appeared,each carrying various assault riffles te figures took cover and pointed their weapons directly at the van.
" You!!" a voice boomed from one of the armed men " Get out of the fething van with your hands up!!..one false move and your all dead!!"
" Friendly types aren't they" Rachel said with a panicked look on her face.
" Jesus Christ shut up!" Earl said as he opened the driver door and stepped out of the van his hands high in the air " Don't shoot!!..Don't shoot!!...we're just looking for some place safe to hide!!" Earl yelled towards the figures.
He could hear muttered conversation between the armed men,and said a silent prayer that they weren't discussing gunning them down.
" Get everyone else out of the van!!" a voice yelled to Earl " Keep your hands where we can see 'em!!"
Earl,keeping his hands high leaned back to the van " Everyone get out." he said " get your hands in the air and get out."
" We're gonna die." Rachel mumbled as she climbed from the van and raised her hands over her head.
When everyone had exited the van,the armed figures spoke again " Keep your hands up...and don't fething make a move!!"
A second later the main gate slid open and three bikers aiming assault weapons appeared before the group of frightened survivors.
" Oh gak" Earl thought to himself " Bikers...Rachel may have been right."
Erol silently approached the shelter. And crawled upon its roof.
He could hardly stay still, as the adrenaline coursed trough his vaines. What did he love this feeling.
Erol suddenly heared a low groaning sound. As he looked up he could see a shambling horde entering the town.
Erol didn't wory, he had enough time. he layed himself down and knocked on the door.
Red rat was observing the kid conversing with the girls. Where did he learned that?
Oh, well just someone else to keep an eye open for. And where was Erol?
Then a knocking sound came from the door. "Erol, it's fething open" Rat sighed.
The only answer he got was another knock. "Do i have to do everything myself" he mutterd as he opened the door.
But there was noone outside. "Wath the ..." rat tried to say as he suddenly was kicked down.
"Didn't see this one coming, did you" Erol laughed as he repeatedly stabbed Rat.
Blood splatterd everywhere. Dietn couldn't believe his eyes as he saw Erol laughing hysterical.
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i'll post the next rp later. its dinner time.
MMMMmmmm.... fries and burgers
Well, you kinda ruined his personality now. I made him as a calm and calculating butcher, and you made him a crazed killer. And I got a reply for this one. This will make for a fast end for the serial killer.
BIC:
Erol continued stabbing Red. Red tried to fight back, but the man, who was about the same age as Red, was far stronger then himself. He felt his blood squirting out of him. He tried to stuggle, but this made no difference.
Fox saw this, and wondered how Erol got there. She got up from her seat, emergency rations spilling on the floor. She grabbed the shotgun on the table, racked it, and huried over to the fighting pair on the ground. She smacked Erol against the head, knocking the killer off of Red.
Erol lay clutching his head, on the floor. He was distracted for now. Fox stood over the big old man, quickly put the barrel in his mouth and pulled the trigger. The shotgun shell oblitterated Erol's head, spraying the room with even more blood, and even brain and skull fragments flew around.
Red Rat witnissed this killing. He was coughing, but managed a "Good work...Took your time, though..." before passing out.
Yeah,I figured after the last NPC bloodbath we could use a few new faces for Darko to mangle later...er...I mean to add to the body count...um..what I meant to say was...add to the overall flavor of the RP.
As I haven't received response on where I am relative to Jennifer, I'm going to just go ahead and improvise.
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"Focus on yourself, Snyder. You yourself are injured seriously enough where some bandages aren't going to do much." Patrick said
Snyder put some antiseptic into his shoulder where the bullet went through, and rubbed it on the scrapes he had gotten from the wood against his arm, deeper than he had originally thought, but of no serious threat.
"Well, this is just about all that I can do at this time. I should be fine to fire a gun with my other arm, but I will need a few days myself to recover." Snyder said, clearly tired, considering he had just got off his driving shift.
Theron and Snyder had to switch off every 8 hours, as Patrick wouldn't be able to drive for some time, even on a relatively straight road.
"Take this left, approach slowly to the encampment, I have news for the leader" Patrick said
They slowly approached the encampment, guards aiming their weapons.
They reached the gate, and the leader of the guard most likely approached them.
"What is you business here?" the man said
"Tell your leader, Jennifer, that Halon and the bikers led by Tombstone are to the south, in an old logging camp. They are heavily armed, and have a tank or two, as well as a small helicopter." Patrick said
"Expect them to be very weary and vigilant, I killed several of the bikers and put Tombstone in a useless state for several weeks." Patrick finished
"Move" Patrick ordered as he put his head back inside the car
The soldiers were yelling after us to stop, but the sergeant stopped them from firing, and ran into the encampment with all haste.
"They shall know pain" Patrick muttered, lighting a cigarette.
we're at the crossroads on the map, quite a drive from you guys, plus you'd be sniped before you could talk, my gaurd is in a tower and it's clear fields for at least 100m.
Also that last part is confusing "The soldiers were yelling after us to stop, but the sergeant stopped them from firing, and ran into the encampment with all haste." sounds like you're telling someone something, are you?
Yerith drove the truck onwards, towards the gates. They were wide open, but they didn't really expect the lumber camp o be guarded. They drove through the gates, and amazed, Robbie and Yerith looked stunned at what they saw.
Robbie saw survivors coming out of a van, while being aimed at by sveral bikers. He recognised their jackets. Satans Servants. He had a bar brawl with one before the outbreak. He hoped that old grudge between the gangs wouldn't cost them now.
The Servants saw another truck coming through the gates, and some of them aimed their assault rifles at the slowing truck. Yerith stopped the truck, and eddy and Spook, recognized the woods and got out of the back. The saw some men aiming guns at them. Robbie and Yerith got out loosly holding their guns.
Robbie noticed there must have been a fight here. Bullet holes riddled the place, together with blood specks here and there.
"Satans Servants hey?" Robbie said, resting his M4A1 at his side with his other waving to try and calm them. "Well, we don't want no shoot out here."
Robbie tossed his rifle inside the open drivers cabin of the truck thet came in. Yerith did the same, and Spook and Eddy tossed theirs in the open back of the truck. The only weapons they carried now, were the trademark items of the 'Snakes', the Barettas. Spook didn't have one, but Robbie had two, so made up for the shortage of needed.
If your characters drove "through" the gates then you drove right past everyone,as The Satans are holding Earl and his group outside the lumber camp for the moment.
Also,please be aware that the bikers have just gone through a pretty bad fire fight and are sure to be on edge,the appearance an armed rival gang could cause chaos to ensue...of course maybe it won't...I'll RP in a little while.
...Also,who amongst the group in the truck are Snakes?...I can't recall ATM.
Thanks Scrazz, I'll be writing an RP for the meeting up later...don't be to worried,I think my guys are going to be a bit weary of gun battles for a bit.
Maybe Hog, dear Hog, will finish what Tombstone started, with malicious intent.
IC: the soldiers escorted Hog into the compound until they were satisfied that his intentions weren't based on senseless murder. Besides, they seemed to be preoccupied about something or another. Possibly it was linked to the pyre burning away in a solitary corner. Thick, black, oily smoke streamed upwards, and one of the men was sifting amongst the pile with a long metal pole, ensuring the bodies were completely burnt.
Hog grinned toothily toward his escort, the young woman smiling politely back.
"So, erm, whose the guy in charge?" Hog said. "I'd like a chat with him, if it aint too much trouble."
Angel stared back for a second, before replying delicately.
"He, is a she, and she's a bit busy at present, but I can lead you to her second in command if you need anything."
"That'd be grand!"
Angel nodded, and motioned for him to follow. They entered the building, and after a few short moments of being left to wait outside a room, Angel returned smiling.
"He was being...busy. Hell of a thing to walk into, but I'm sure he's ready to entertain guests."
Angel then made to leave the building, but not before Hog grabbed her arm. She tensed, and much to Hogs surprise, her hand had already drawn her combat knife. Carefully he withdrew his hands, and smiled again. Angel relaxed somewhat.
"Sorry, but... " Hog suddenly felt foolish at the request he was going to ask. He improvised. "Thanks for not leaving me out to dry up in the sun."
He floundered, as he desperately tried to think of a quote from the bible.
"Erm. Well, your quite the Good Samaritan. Thanks."
They stood there in a polite, if awkward silence for what felt like a decade, then Angel nodded, and left the building, sheathing her knife.
Hog sniffed, and entered the next room.
A soldier, lean, but well muscled stood opposite him, across the room. The man nodded curtly as Hog entered, as if confirming private fear or distaste.
"Welcome... to our base of operations. I trust you didn't ware yourself out with that run?"
"Yup. I kinda did. Normally I aint the type to collapse in peoples porches."
The soldier laughed lightly, and indicated to a seat, heavily faded, and half smothered in concrete dust. Hog took the seat, and the man sat heavily onto the couch, causing a small explosion of dust.
"So... What were you doing in the middle of the desert, mr..?"
"Hog."
"Mr. Hog. Most irregular behaviour, in honesty."
Hog laughed loud.
"Not really. If you'd been walking for a good long while, and you heard your flying machine scooter overhead, it'd give you a cause to sprint hell to leather, n' no mistake."
"Quite."
Another man, in fatigues, and cradling his gun like a new born baby jogged into the room, saluted quickly, and then whispered something into the ear of the commanding officer.
"Ah. It seems we're quite popular today. If you excuse me, someone else seems to have come a knocking."
The man left the room quickly, drawing his weapons swiftly, tailed by the newcomer.
Hog sat in the seat for a couple of seconds in silence.
"Bugger this."
He left the building to see what the hassle was about.
Just sayin' if he goes mouthing off about how he killed Tombstones men, n' how he hospitalized your character, I really.
Really.
Reeeeeaaaallly doubt Hog wouldn't go swinging with his hammer. Especially as Patrick cant really defend himself, and Snyder is badly injured in one arm. Combined with a surprise attack, he could wipe the floor with them pretty damn fast.
Of course, Jennifers men would try and stop him, but, lets be honest here, the chemistry between Angel and Hog (giggedy) would surely mean some hijinks would ensue!
Two vehicles had appeared at the main gate at almost the same time. Around the lumber camp, the alarm had been raised and various people were dropping whatever they were doing and set about arming themselves and taking up improvised fighting positions in case things turned hostile.
This was just the distraction he needed.
He hurriedly pushed open the door to the med center and pleasantly found it deserted except for his patients whom appeared to be sleeping and unaware of what was currently going on. Reaching down he grabbed someones green canvas surplus backpack and opened it up and started shoving selected items into the pack that he would need to supplement his continued research on Saunders.
Working quickly fully aware that we has running against the clock, he quickly finished up his supply run and zipped the pack closed. He took one more look around the room to make sure he was unseen and left the med center.
He turned and quickly moved over to a nearby building and entered. Inside the building he walked over to a wall locker and opened it up revealing a loaded Spas 12 shotgun with an extended tube and a shell holding bandoleer. He shoulder slung the shotgun and closed the locker and exited the building.
A few minutes later he had unlocked the door to the side building and deposited the shotgun and the pack of supplies inside quickly before closing the door and re locking it. His assistant inside would know what to do with the supplies for now and take care of everything from here on out.
He then decided to make his presence felt once again to draw off any possible suspicion anyone might have and walked over toward the front gate.
Deadman had just begun to question the passengers from the van,when suddenly another vehicle arrived at the gate.
" Friends of yours?" The biker asked Earl.
" No...we're alone" Earl said quickly " I don't know those guys"
" Cutter" Deadman ordered " Watch this bunch..Scratch with me."
Cutter turned his AK-47 towards Earls party " You guys just stay frosty and every one will be fine." Cutter said.
Deadman saw a group of men climb from the truck,he instantly recognized three of them as Snakes,a rival Motorcycle gang.
" Holy feth" Deadman thought " We don't need any more hassles right now."
The group of men begin loading their weapons into the truck,a sign Deadman saw as hopeful that they had come in peace.
"Where's the boss?" one of the men asked.
" Boss is in dispose right now." Deadman said " If you boys want to talk...you can talk to me."
The biker paused.
" I really hope you boys ain't looking for trouble...we've had quite a bit already" Deadman added " But if you are" he said raising his weapon " Then let's do it."
A battered van, dusty from it's travel, and badly scarred from what he could only describe as being used as target practice, was pulling up in front of the gates. It seems the whole party had turned up at the second unexpected arrival of the day. Soldiers were scurrying from their posts like ants to blockade the newcomer. Guns drawn, and pointed at the vehicle as it slowed down. Whoever was within the confines of that metal shell were either crazy, or desperate.
From some unknown reason, Hog felt a chill run down his spine. Something wasn't right.
The leader, whom he gathered was called Hardie had walked cautiously to the door on the left of the van, gun drawn and pointing.
Hog heard him ask what their business was.
Yup, something was up.
Hog began to make his way forward, skirting around the back of the gunline the soldiers had formed, until he was at the opposite side of the vehicl, on the right. From this point he could make out 3 people. One man seemed fine, he was sweating somewhat from having a gun pointing at between his eyebrows, but he was maintaining his composure. The man on the left was pale, and looked sickly. Even as he looked out at the private army assembled in front of him, he clutched his shoulder, holding a thick knot of bandages in place. The third man was a mess. Hog had seen stab victims in his time, but this guy looked worse than most. Yet he was still standing, belying the massive personal reserves the man must be depending on. A lesser person would have died from the injuries. That said, he was looked like he was on his last legs, and tired. So very tired.
The man then said something that froze Hogs heart.
"Tell your leader, Jennifer, that Halon and the bikers led by Tombstone are to the south, in an old logging camp. They are heavily armed, and have a tank or two, as well as a small helicopter. Expect them to be very weary and vigilant, I killed several of the bikers and put Tombstone in a useless state for several weeks."
As the newcomer spoke, his cold grey eyes scanned the soldiers briefly. For a second, they rested on Hog, and it seemed as if he recognised what Hog was. Then they were gone, inspecting the rest of the soldiers.
Hog stared, dumbstruck. What he had just heard, made his blood boil, it made his hair stand on end.
Tombstone was still alive?! So were the Bikers. But apparently this man, this powerful man, had seen to their ruin.
Something at the back of his mind twitched away.
The leader of the soldiers is a female.
Called Jennifer.
Something clicked into place. Hadn't there been a girl of a similar name he had heard of? He couldn't quite remember now, and it didn't matter.
All that mattered was that there were three people,no they weren't human. No one could be human if they attacked his friends. They deserved no mercy. They were simply three hostiles to kill.
@FMninja: Dark had told me that he wanted me to tell Jennifer about Tombstone to cause lots of chaos, and I had asked where Jennifer's place was, and he had told me he would ask you several days ago, but that never happened I suppose.
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Sylvia was incredibly confused. She had slept through this whole ordeal she heard had happened, and needed to know where her savior was
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I just wanted to clarify: I left the encampment, gone. Drove away.
I never got out of the car, just stuck my head out and dropped off the information Dark requested me to.
Patrick is back on the road heading to New York. I'm expecting arrival in a few days time
So basically your character pulled up in front of an armed camp...leaned out the window,speedily delivered a message....and then sped away before a group of trained combatants could react in any way?...all the while still suffering from untreated multiple stab wounds.
First off, I didn't even fething do anything. I talked for 20 seconds and then left. I didn't get out of the damn car.
Dark told me to do this, I didn't on my own, not my intention. If you don't like what I did, go ahead and take it up with Dark.
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Here is the PM
I think Patrick, Theron and Snyder should stop-off/find by chance Jennifer's 'crib'. This way, Jennifer can find out where Halon is, and Hog can find out where Keira is. Then Tombstone and Halon will have a bunch of armored vehicles and highly-trained soldiers on their case, and ghosty will have some rather interesting opportunities for roleplaying, considering he'll have characters on both sides of the fence.
Just saying, because it would really bring ninja into the roleplay a bit more and generally make it a lot more interesting. So, I'd appreciate it if you did this, otherwise I might have to event it.
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So what Dark told me was this, in essence
"Tell Jennifer where they are by choice, or I'll make your character do it"
I assured Dark that it would be a simple stop and go, and he never said I couldn't.
Yeah, but you can't expect to rollup beside a armed encampment , with a sniper watching the road, stick your head out the window, yell some stuff then leave without losing an eye/head
may not be the best example but you try rolling up to your nearest millitary base/whitehouse in an unmarked van and yell some stuff at the gaurds, see what happens
Even if Darko told you to RP a certain way,there are basic "Character interaction" guidelines we all adhere to.
For example...in my last RP with Scrazzas characters,I didn't act..RP his actions..and then RP mine..
I Rped Mine...used info from his RP,Rped my NPCs actions and then....left the ball in his court.
He could either .
A. Start shooting.
B. Make friends
C. Dance the funky chicken...
...But...I left that opportunity to RP reaction up to him.
ghosty wrote:Yus, I agree thats what you did, no one is arguing you didn't.
But.
You cannot just drive up to these guys, who were hostile towards Hog at first, and contemplated shooting him, yell some crap at them, and drive off.
They're soldiers.
Wait, what? What does this have to do with Hog?
But, you see, there was no other side to it. I never intended to RP with Ninja. Dark forced me to do this, and never told me I couldn't just drop off the info and run when I told him that's what I was going to do.
Dark's word, not mine. I didn't like doing it, and I'm not going to get captured because I'm in a useless state after I was forced to RP it. I know its unrealistic I didn't get shot or captured for more information.
Its also unrealistic that Patrick would try to choke out zombie saunders instead of just stabbing the feth out of him or shooting him.
Lets start from the top. Theron/Snyder were driving as fast as they could, down the road, to put distance between them and a rather angry encampment. The idea then was for them to stumble on, by chance, a group of well-equipped soldiers. Who have medical equipment and supplies. Now, considering that they were all (with the exception of Theron) injured, and seriously tired, I'd say they would very much want to stop.
Also, they don't know who Jennifer is, or who is leading the soldiers. C'mon, Karon, I know you didn't want to do this, but everyones' characters can benefit from this, and your character can't just go around saying things that he wouldn't normally say for any reason. And don't say "because you told me to," because that's irrelevant now.
If I have to, I'll event the whole damn thing later on, but honestly, I thought I could trust you all to get this one done on your own.
So make your choice guys, either redo the roleplay from the point Karon got there and do it properly, or I'll do an event. Your choice, but I was honestly looking forward to having a rest before doing another large one for the dudes in Pine Ville. I guess they'll just have to wait then, if choice #2 is chosen.
Ugh, what Rp? Oh yeah (yawn) tired, need rest, argh god so damn tired. Hmmm for the safety of Falco I suppose I should RP something, k will do, something shortly, afte I have had something to eat... breakfast
@Karon - Hog was simply an example. They stuck him in a cage until they were sure he was going to be no threat whatsoever. I doubt they'd change their mind and go
"Oh looksie! A van! Lets let it get nice and close so the chums inside can have a chat!"
Anyways, it's all for nothing. Either we can settle this like gentlemen, or you can piss off the players in pineville by forcing Darks hand to do an event. And even then, judging by Darks post, it would be in no way in your favour.
You wouldn't be able to worm your way out of this one.
So yeah. My preference is to act like you never drove off, as it saves hassle. But if you wanna go down the whole event route, I'm sure Dark will be ever so greatful.
OOC:... For what it's worth...I agree with Darko and ghosty,the RP concerning Patrick's arrival at Jennifer's encampment should be "replayed" from the point of Patrick and his men showing up at the camp.
Outside the lumber camp gates,Earl was getting nervous,he certainly hadn't intended to place his small group in the middle of some "gang war".
Earl cautiously spoke to Cutter,who was casually pointing an M4 at Earl and his group and observing the discussion taking place between Deadman and the members of the Snakes.
" Hey...buddy" Earl said " We don't want any trouble...this isn't our fight...and it's none of our business either."
Cutter glanced at Earl " Stay frosty old man...we've had enough problems lately...we don't need any more right now." the biker paused for a moment " If your worried about your people..ya'll just hunker down in front of your van..should be safe there if any shooting starts."
Earl nodded at the biker and motioned for the rest of his party to crouch down behind the relative safety of the front of the van.
" Just don't do nothing stupid that will make me have to kill you." Cutter said to Earl " Stay down...stay quite and stay still."
" No problem" Earl said,grateful that the biker seemed at least partially reasonable.
From several yards away,Cutter listened to Deadman talking with the Snakes,he hoped everything was going to go smoothly,he for one had had enough killing for one day.
Deadman stood along side Scratch,who had adopted Woollys AA-12,and spoke to the apparent leader of the Snakes.
" If you boys are looking for trouble" Deadman said " Let's do it",Scratch braced for combat as Deadman paused.
" But.." Deadman continued " We've lost a lot of good people...and I'm hoping we don't have to loose anymore right now." the biker paused again " I know that the Snakes and The Satans Servants ain't been the best of friends...but the way I see it...we all have bigger fish to fry right now."
Drawn by all the activity at the gates,several of Halons men had appeared,they all looked cautiously at the two groups of newcomers and slowly thumbed the safeties off their weapons,just in case.
" So.." Deadman said staring at Robbie " Looks like it's your call...we can all go in the camp...discuss what you boys are doing here over a beer or ten...or...we can get down to the business of killing each other."
Tombstone lay dreaming once more,in his visions he stood in a destroyed town,burning buildings and cars scattered everywhere.
Daisy was with him,not the undead Daisy that had haunted him...but his Daisy,beautiful and smiling.
" I'm scared for you." She whispered taking the bikers hand " Scared of what your thinking of doing."
" Don't be" Tombstone said brushing the woman's hair away from her face " I'll be fine."
Daisy's eyes narrowed and her smile vanished " No...you won't be" she said " you know it too...you just don't care anymore."Daisy looked up at the biker " All you care about now is getting revenge for me...no matter what the cost."
" I can't let that bastard live babe" Tombstone said " He's hurt to many people...he hurt you...he hurt.."
" He hurt you.." Daisy said cutting Tombstone off " I know you want revenge for Me...for all of the people he killed....but...more than that...you want revenge for him hurting you...not physically...but inside you...he's wounded something deep inside you."
Tombstone nodded.
" I know you far to well to try to talk you out of anything once your mind is made up" Daisy said " But please babe...think long and hard about what your planning...please."
" I love you." Tombstone whispered.
Daisy wrapped her arms around his neck " I love you too."
"Now, we already threw our guns in the truck, I think it's clear we don't want to rumble right now. I am quite sure you guys outnumber us." Robbie said.
He saw the man raising his rifle, and instinctively, Robbie reached for his pistols.
"We don't want q fight." He repeated. "Not now, at least...." He added silently.
The man nodded and put down his gun.
"Now, your offer of discussing things with some beers sounds very tastefull." Robbie said.
Deadman nodded again, and waved them to follow.
Robbie told Eddy and Spook to stay with the thruck. They were to shoot any Servants that came too close to it. They still had an old grudge.
They entered a small building. In the middle of the room stood a battered table with some glasses on it. Robbie and Yerith saw two Servants around the table. He didn't knew anybody of them, he only knew Deadman's name. One of the servants set a few bottles of beer on the table.
"Now we can talk business." Yerith said, eyeing the beer.
"Aw s**t!" growled Carter, walking along to get back to his group. "Another one of my men dead, John was a real mate, and a real good fighter too. Now he's gone like countless others."
"I'm sorry, we were too slow. I was too slow," Falco said, he knew what it was like to lose friends and people you cared about, he hated it when any good person died.
"Ah you got nothing to be sorry about. We were'nt too slow. The zombies were too fast."
"I have never seen them that fast, never."
"Well it seems that we may have to face many more of them in this Godforsaken place."
"Why are you here Carter?"
"Why are we here? To salvage supplies of course, what do you think we eat, soil and grass? We were using the sewers as a way of travel, hoping that there would be less danger down there than up top, seems to be the wrong way round."
They continued to walk until they caught up with Carter's gang, who were holding two prisoners, one boy of about 17, and a girl.
Aw jeez sorry guys thats all I can do right now. Also tomorrow I am gonna be going round a mate's for a sleepover so I will most probably not be able to post tomorrow.
"Well, we are gonna need some wood to rebuild the local police station." Robbie aswered "The structure is still strong enough.
"Sounds like you came to the right place." said Deadman, sipping the beer.
"But some ammo, food and medical supplies would be welcome as well." Robbie spoke up again. "We lost a good lot of it in the bombardement."
"Now that," Deadman replied "Doesn't look like we can spare any of. We need everything we got for the people we need to look after."
There was silence as the assembled men took swigs of their beer.
"Can you help us out?" Yerith said, coming to the point.
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Over at the shelter, Helena raised from her bed. She looked out of the open door. A horde of shambling zombies approached the open door of the shelter. Attracted by the smell of blood. It was hard to tell, but it looked like hundreds were coming at them.
Helena hopped from the bed and sped forward for the door, shutting it tight. Fox dragged the bleeding Red Rat to a bunk, and signed to Helena.
But I suppose you're just itching to get yo peoples in on the action at the lumber yard.
Still don't get this whole 'every zombie attack has to be ATLEAST a hundred strong bleh' idea.
They're not organised. They don't have leaders. They can't coordinate large scale operations. Oh hey look! Zombie commandos have just burst in through ma window! Wait, what?
However, the ripple effect means that zombies from very far away will be drawn towards a zombie who has seen a human and moaned. This means that unless otherwise distracted, large swarms can form from just one "zombie call".
And the massive explosion(s) that rocked Pine Ville would have drawn lots of zombies from the surrounding area.
Plus there was that super swarm earlier on - these zombies could be a group that broke off from that.
Edit: Also, since when did we deal with the murderer (Erol?)? Last I read, he had just jumped down and killed someone
Deadman thought for a moment " On lumber...we can definitely help you...hell,we can even spare a truck for you guys to haul it back on,plus we got some spare tools...saws and such that your welcomed to."
" What about food and ammo?" Yerith asked " and medical supplies."
Mace spoke up quickly before Deadman could turn the whole discussion into a pissing contest.
" We can spare a few boxes of ammo...not a lot..but some,we have a pretty good amount of canned food...I'm sure we can help you there...plus we have some extra medical stuff...again not alot...but some we can spare...plus...we can even toss in a few bottles of whiskey and a few cases of beer."
" Sounds fair." Robbie said.
" But...we have one condition." Deadman added
" And what would that be?" Yerith asked with a sneer.
" Well" Deadman said " We got a guy we're hunting for...spiky hair...lots of piercings...calls himself Patrick...he's traveling with two other guys ...one is wounded...so is the guy Patrick...cut up real bad."
" And..." Robbie said.
" We just want you guys to waste him if you see him...and bring his head to us." Mace said..." agree to do that...and not only will we help you now...but it will form a truce between our groups...our door will always be open to your people."
Robbie glanced at his friend.
" So what do you think" Deadman asked " Do we have a bargin?"
Just wait 'til the tanks start rollin' in.. mehehehehe! And THEN there's still the whole damned main plot.. and whatever Karon wants to do up North.. wait.. NY is north of this place, right?
Darkvoidof40k wrote:You're hiring 'em like mercs? Interesting..
Just wait 'til the tanks start rollin' in.. mehehehehe! And THEN there's still the whole damned main plot.. and whatever Karon wants to do up North.. wait.. NY is north of this place, right?
Yes N.Y.is north of Virgina.
And not so much hiring mercs as forming alliances.
@ Silver: yeah Sillyboy made that happen. When a serial killerhops into a house with a bunch of people and shotuns, it's not going to end well for the serial killer. It's not the end I had imagined for him, bu hey. Can't have him murder all my NPCs
@ FITZZ: A truce ey? I'll write something up late on. Fon't have much time now. I am watching a movie. Ooooh the comercials ended!
ghosty wrote:Hey Dark! You did do that whole Clever zombie ambush in the last RP...
Two words for ya ghosty. Internet. Sarcasm.
FITZZ wrote:
Darkvoidof40k wrote:Virgina? Unless I'm mistaken that's much more south than what we're thinking of..
You do recall that the whole RP is taking place in Virgina....right?....or have I completely missed the point?
I think you missed the point. Also, I thought it was spelled differently. Maybe it is. I dunno.
I think we both missed the point . Hint, twas a joke. A play on words.
There. Now it's not funny. Well, maybe it will be if you figure it out. I dunno. Hell, this is sounding worse and worse as I continue to type out my thoughts. Shizzlewizzle.
Yeah, ima be quiet now and not think anymore.. it never does me any favors, that.
@Sillyboy: Shouldn't we stay in the shelter? I mean, the doors are already closed by Helena, and you, if I get that last piece of RP from you, are staning outside the air raid shelter.
I think our chances of survival are better if we stay in the Air raid shelter. What can a zed do againsta reinforced door, strong enough to protect from explosions, do?
Scrazza wrote:@Sillyboy: Shouldn't we stay in the shelter? I mean, the doors are already closed by Helena, and you, if I get that last piece of RP from you, are staning outside the air raid shelter.
I think our chances of survival are better if we stay in the Air raid shelter. What can a zed do againsta reinforced door, strong enough to protect from explosions, do?
What air raid shelter? And besides, I'm sure there'll be a super zed or two ATLEAST in that size of horde.. those big, strong brain-zeds tend to run the show.
ghosty wrote:So dark, do I have the greenlight to carry on Rping?
Sure, as far as I'm concerned, just start from the beginning and have free reign with the other characters. Well, in other words, I trust you to re-write the whole "situation" should you wish, atleast until the others return.
Scrazza wrote:@Sillyboy: Shouldn't we stay in the shelter? I mean, the doors are already closed by Helena, and you, if I get that last piece of RP from you, are staning outside the air raid shelter.
oh I assumed there was a little window. I should have written that, My bad.
Scrazza wrote:I think our chances of survival are better if we stay in the Air raid shelter. What can a zed do againsta reinforced door, strong enough to protect from explosions, do?
yeah but were stuck, zeds aren't going away because of a tasty Erol snack that still lays outside ; Plus it felt like my character would say that. Because, his parent's turned into zeds and he had to hide in the closet from them. So this isn't a happy walk trough memory-lane for him. it's in my character-file I think?
Well damn your beard is what makes you have such raw animal magnetism, your naivety makes you so loveable, and your positive outlook on life makes you a keeper.
Scrazza wrote:@Sillyboy: Shouldn't we stay in the shelter? I mean, the doors are already closed by Helena, and you, if I get that last piece of RP from you, are staning outside the air raid shelter.
oh I assumed there was a little window. I should have written that, My bad.
Scrazza wrote:I think our chances of survival are better if we stay in the Air raid shelter. What can a zed do againsta reinforced door, strong enough to protect from explosions, do?
yeah but were stuck, zeds aren't going away because of a tasty Erol snack that still lays outside ; Plus it felt like my character would say that.
Because, his parent's turned into zeds and he had to hide in the closet from them. So this isn't a happy walk trough memory-lane for him.
it's in my character-file I think?
An air raid shelter, which is used to hide in against bombings,....With a window? ...
Well, let them eat the bugger. And keep at it. Red can't be moved, so My characters will remain at the shelter. Besides, weren't these folks who blew a hole in the floor in the hood? They can help out
Deadman Motioned Scratch to come to the table,he quickly made a list of items on a scrap of paper he pulled from his jacket and handed to the standing biker.
Scratch scanned over what Deadman had written and nodded " I'll gather all that up right now." he said and exited the rec room.
Deadman and the others conversed briefly about the outbreak,and how they'd survived over the past year...avoiding any mention of bad blood between the Satans Servants and the Snakes.
after some time Scratch returned to the rec room,two of Halons men in tow,all three were loaded down with supplies which they placed on a spare table.
" Ok" Deadman said " we got 2 cases of 12 boxes of 9mm rounds,1 case of 12 boxes of 7.62x39mm rounds and 6 boxes of .223 rounds...plus a half dozen pipe bombs...that's all the ammo we can spare...we also got several cases of canned meats...and several cases of canned soup" the biker paused looking over the pile of goods " Also looks like two Military first aid kits..and a field surgery kit as well,plus a bottle of pain pills and some disinfectant."
Robbie nodded.
" Plus...the lumber will be loaded onto a transport truck for you..." Deadman said " and you can roll right out with it."
Mace smiled leaning back in his chair " All this can be yours." he laughed " If the price is right."
Deadman stared at the Snakes..." So..Deal or no deal?"
ghosty wrote:Well damn your beard is what makes you have such raw animal magnetism, your naivety makes you so loveable, and your positive outlook on life makes you a keeper.
Scrazza wrote:
An air raid shelter, which is used to hide in against bombings,....With a window? ...
yeah, now that i think about it
Scrazza wrote:Well, let them eat the bugger. And keep at it. Red can't be moved, so My characters will remain at the shelter. Besides, weren't these folks who blew a hole in the floor in the hood? They can help out
oh yes, more trigger happy friends is just what me need
Actually Ninja,you could post first if you wanted to...especially since the "encampment" is Jennifer's territory...and ghosty and karon could work off of your RP...just a thought....entirely up to you....don't mind me.
Because of the change in events, I'm going to take a liberty and change what my character said, other than that, I suppose Patrick is standing outside the vehicle.
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"I request an audience with your leader, Jennifer. It is regarding her dealing with the men named Halon and Tombstone.
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As for me "knowing" who Jennifer is, my character has overheard Halon talking about her on several occasions.
"We got some activity out the front, an unmarked Hummer just pulled up outside, there's a guy shouting for you standing outside it, should I shut him up"
"Not yet Ranger, lets see what he's yelling about" jennifer sayed, quickly switching to an open channel "get out front, we might be bringing in more guests"
Jennifer made her way back to the main gate, Hardie was coming out of the main building with their new addition, a Satans Servent, he might prove useful later on.
"Get him talking a bit, see what he wants, or if you can get him closer"
Ranger called out over to Patrick "What if I ain't heard of this 'Jennifer' you're wantin'?"
Jennifer radioed up "you may as well tell him who else is in here, think before you talk"
Voila! It is a rehash, and a rewrite of the last post. I'm gonna PM a copy of what I want to happen next to Darko, and to Karon so's I can get permission. And if your readin' this Karon before I've sent it to you, don't worry! You ain't gonna get killed.
A battered van, dusty from it's travel, and badly scarred from what he could only describe as being used as target practice, was pulling up in front of the gates. It seems the whole party had turned up at the second unexpected arrival of the day. Soldiers were scurrying from their posts like ants to blockade the newcomer. Guns drawn, and pointed at the vehicle as it slowed down. Whoever was within the confines of that metal shell was either crazy, or desperate. Hog couldn’t quite make his mind up which it was.
From some unknown reason, Hog felt a chill run down his spine. Something wasn't right.
Hog leaned in next to Angel, who had strapped her helmet back on, and had drawn her weapons in anticipation. These soldiers were hostile. They weren’t taking any chances, and a vehicle barging it’s way into their base of operations, without warning… well, Hog just prayed these mercenaries he’d fallen in with were pacifists.
“Hey. What’s your leaders name?”
“Hardie is in command of us, if that’s what you’re asking.” She replied curtly, before focusing once again on the incoming vehicle. Convinced he wasn’t going to get anything else from her; Hog leaned back against the building wall, and prepared to watch the scene unfold in front of him.
The leader, Hardie, had by now walked cautiously to the door on the left of the van, gun drawn and pointing. Probably ex- military, judging by his actions. Very calm and calculating. Hell, judging by the uniforms, these guys COULD actually be part of the US army. But in an apocalyptic wasteland, in which scavenging was a means of survival, it was foolish to take everything on face value. Snapping back to the currant situation, Hog observed the leader carefully lower his pistol to a less hostile position, and spoke into the vehicle. Something about what their business was, and why they were trying to get themselves killed. From the position he was in at the moment, it was impossible to see into the vehicle, but again, he felt something cold move through him. Whoever was in that Van, they probably weren’t here to make friends, especially when taking in the damage from the vehicle. Someone didn’t like them.
Judging by the continued conversation between Hardie and the newcomers, it was clear, at least to Hog that he was buying time. But for what? There were easily enough men in position to obliterate the occupants of the van, several times over. As soon as this formulated in his mind, a woman appeared.
“feth me.” Hog swore. A year had passed, and yet Hog still remembered the face. Hell, he remembered the boobies too. But Hog was too polite to admit it. Especially when he was her guest. What’s more, he couldn’t remember where she was from. Hog, realising he may have been drooling just a bit, snapped out of it, and decided to scope out whoever was within the confines of the vehicle.
Hog began to make his way forward, skirting around the back of the gunline the soldiers had formed, until he was at the opposite side of the vehicle, on the right. From this point he could make out 3 people. One man seemed fine, he was sweating somewhat from having a gun pointing at between his eyebrows, but he was maintaining his composure. The man on the left was pale, and looked sickly. Even as he looked out at the private army assembled in front of him, he clutched his shoulder, holding a thick knot of bandages in place. The third man was a mess. Hog had seen stab victims in his time, but this guy looked worse than most. Yet he was still standing, belying the massive personal reserves the man must be depending on. A lesser person would have died from the injuries. That said, he was looked like he was on his last legs, and tired. So very tired.
The man then said something that made Hogs heart skip a beat.
"I request an audience with your leader, Jennifer. It is regarding her dealing with the men named Halon and Tombstone. “
As the newcomer spoke, his cold grey eyes scanned the soldiers briefly. For a second, they rested on Hog, and they bored into him, as if he were looking into Hogs very soul, judging his entire life. Then they were gone, inspecting the rest of the soldiers.
Hog stared, dumbstruck. Tombstone was still alive?! So were the Bikers. They must be. They followed ‘Stone, and they would follow him to the end of the world. Something else at the back of his mind screamed for his attention.
The leader of the soldiers is a female that he recognised.
Called Jennifer.
Something clicked into place. Synapses that had long since stopped firing blazed with electrical impulses. The mansion, Jennifer, her dad.
“Ohshitohshitohshit.” Hog began to mutter repeatedly. Things seemed to have made a sudden downward spiral.
A soldier manning the tower yelled out at the newcomers, obviously overhearing the words spoken.
"What if I ain't heard of this 'Jennifer' you're wantin'?"
Hog took the opportunity that had fallen into his lap. He suddenly broke cover, making to sprint over to the vehicle, and demand, at gunpoint (Hog had never been particularly eloquent) the whereabouts of his comrades, his brothers. However, as chance would have it, Angel’s hand shot out, and grabbed him heavily by the arm. Hog span around, drawing his knife, a shiv of serrated metal, but he stopped himself. He smiled at the irony of the switched situations. But then he was gone, pulling out of Angels grip, and charging full pelt at the Van.
Dozens of soldiers span on the spot, seeing Hog incoming on them like a charging Porcine. Hog didn’t exactly run fast, but when moving fast he seemed to have a kind of momentum that even a wall couldn’t stop. The soldiers did what came naturally, and got out of his way. Ranger turned and aimed directly at Hog, but at the last second, when his finger hovered over the trigger, a voice from in his ear, on the open channel frequency said
“No.”
Ranger looked across the compound toward Jennifer, who visibly shook her head. No potshots for Ranger today.
Snyder saw the Biker charging at him, and flashbacks of the war in the forest sprang into his mind. To Snyder at least, Hog was coming to kill him, to finish what his brethren had started.
Snyder pulled his pistol and aimed through the window screen at Hog.
The visible change in reaction exploded like a volcano. Suddenly, the mercenaries were no longer on guard duty. They now had a hostile in their compound. A hostile they had let in.
A true Trojan Horse.
Hardie had raised his Pistol and was screaming at Theron. Patrick seemed to turn drunkenly to look at Snyder, whose eyes were fixed on Hog with a stare of pure hatred and fear.
Hog stared down the barrel of the gun that was going to kill him.
So many fething regrets. And he still had the hole in his heart where Keira used to be.
As Deadman,Mace and Scratch parlayed with the Snakes,Cutter stood outside the camp gates talking with Earl.
" So you guys all met up at a Hospital when this gak storm first started?" Cutter asked.
"Yes" answered Earl " I was a cop...guess I still am" he laughed a bit at his own joke " Of course I suppose you guys don't much care for the police...when there were police that is."
" Meh" Cutter said " Case by case basis...some were definitely gak heads...some were stand up guys...which kind were you Earl?" Cutter laughed.
" I think I was a stand up sort of guy" Earl smiled " Never hassled anyone ...but..if I caught you breaking the law...to jail you'd be a going."
Cutter laughed " so a 50-50 mix then"
Earl laughed " I guess you could say that." he continued " Anyway...my partner had been bitten by one of those things...I took him to the Hospital...he died...got up...bit a nurse...a Doctor...I shot him"
Earl sighed " Well...we all held up in the Hospital for a while...a week or so.." The man shook his head,the memories of the horrors he'd witnessed flooding back " The National Guard and a whole Platoon of Army regulars were stationed around the Hospital...trying to protect it I guess" Earl swallowed and went on " Didn't matter...thousands of those dead feths came at them....coming right up the main road...soldiers tried to hold 'em back...they got ripped to pieces."
" That was my unit" Carol said " I was in command...all my men..." She paused reflecting " ...they fought hard...harder then I'd ever seen anyone fight...but there were just too many of the dead...they swarmed us...my men ...they all died."
" Couple of the Guard feel back into the Hospital" Earl took over " Those things followed 'em right inside...the place was a war zone...people were getting torn apart ever place ya looked" Earl shook his head " We made a run for it...I'm no coward...but we'd have died there too if we hadn't."
" Nothing brave about being stupid." Cutter said " You were right to run."
" There were fifteen of us that made it out.." Earl went on " Took two mini vans...this one and another...we had grabbed up some of the guns that were laying around...and believe me there were plenty...and some of then MREs and made a run for the mountains."
" Found a huge cabin" Rachel said " it was like a mansion or something...lots of room."
Earl nodded " We held up there for a while...hell we thought help might eventually come...but it didn't...we started to run low on food...place was well stocked when we got there...but...after a while...we had to go out and try to scrounge what we could find."
" We found a small store" Rachel said " along the highway...we took everything in it...we only saw a few dead people...they barely bothered us...if they got close...bang." the woman paused " We went back to the cabin with enough food to last a year."
" Except.." Earl added " they followed us...took 'em a while...couple of months actually...but they found us...hundreds of 'em."
" Came crashing right through a big picture window" David said " We thought we'd boarded it up good enough...but they smashed right through it."
Carol lowered her head " We five were the only ones to get out." a tear glistened in the woman's eye.
" We been on the run since" Earl said " Never staying anyplace for to long...they find ya that way." the man sighed again " When I finally saw you guys and them tanks...I figured maybe we had finally found some place we could be safe."
Cutter nodded " That's..one hell of a story Earl" the biker said with sincerity " Look...Ya'll go on in...tell that guy over there." Cutter pointed at one of Halons men " That I cleared you...ya'll go get some hot food and get some rest."
"Thank you so much." Earl said shaking the bikers hand " You don't know how much we appreciate it."
Just posting this for ghosty.. although I still don't understand why Snyder shot at Hog..
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Many things happened in quick succession. Patricks arm shot out like a bolt of thunder, smacking the barrel of the gun clear of its original target. The bullet spat forwards and smashed through the front window in a cascade of glass, whole sheets being freed from their position, to cartwheel through the air, and cast beautiful beams of light across the ground as they sailed to their shattering doom. The bullet, amidst the sparkling shower of light missed its original target, Hogs chest, and instead burrowed into his arm like a blood greedy tick, causing Hog to bellow out in agony.
Hog wrenched his desert eagle from its holster, to return fire, only to be tackled heavily to the ground by a pair of ambitious soldiers, trying to prevent a full scale fire fight.
‘Guess they are Pacifists’ Hog thought as he fought savagely to pull the men from him, even as more men moved in to keep him down.
Simultaneously, Hardie fired his pistol at Theron, reacting to the situation by instinct. The bullet, being of small calibre his him in the chest, but it didn’t dig in deep. It did cause the man to yell out in agony.
Additionally, the back of the van doors flew open, and a young women, terrified tremendously sprinted away, screaming incoherently. Ranger span and took aim.
“Orders?”
“Stop her.”
Ranger fired in her general direction, not trying to hit her, but attempting to make her stop. Instead she began to bob and weave, trying to dodge the mismatched fire. Ranger had just made things a lot more difficult for him. Growling deeply under his breath, he aimed carefully down the crosshairs, and prepared to stop her running. Permanently.
By now, dozens of soldiers had moved in on the van, hemming the occupants inside. Their screamed commands acted as psychological weapons, and the doors were flung open, Theron and Snyder dropping out of the vehicle and begging for mercy.
Only one retained his composure, and leaning heavily on the door as he exited, Pain looked up at Ranger, and watched as a man prepared to put down his girl. Helplessly.
A second later the mercenaries moved in and restrained Patrick, dragging him, and his men bodily into the holding pen, guns aimed directly at their heads the entire time.
Snyder would have taken a shot at Hog ,because Hog is a member of the same gang that he and the other just engaged in a deadly fire fight with and Hog was charging the vehicle...
ghosty explained that in RP.
...Also
" Simultaneously, Hardie fired his pistol at Theron, reacting to the situation by instinct. The bullet, being of small calibre his him in the chest, but it didn’t dig in deep. It did cause the man to yell out in agony. "
...Not sure why Hardie,or any other combatant for that matter would be carrying a "small caliber" hand gun in the situation,but for the sake of discussion...even a small caliber pistol,a .22 for example would achieve decent penetration at the distance Hardie was firing from...
...Of course I suppose none of it matters anyway,since "None of that happened yet and most likely won't."
Earl and his group drove into the lumber camp as Cutter had directed,stopping to speak with two armed men inside the gate.
" I'm Earl" Earl said " That fella...Cutter..at the gate said it's ok for us to come inside."
The two men stared at Earl and his group for a moment and nodded " Park your van over there.." One of the men said indicating a paved area in which several vehicles had been parked " we'll meet you over there."
Earl did as he'd been told and soon he and the others were exiting the van.
The two men walked up and Earl introduced himself again and the members of his group.
" I'm Joe" one of the men said " This is Jason" they shook hands with Earl and nodded at the others " Guess the first order of business is to ask you folks a few questions"
Earl nodded,and quickly repeated the tale he told Cutter at the gate.
Jason nodded when Earl had finished " Ok.." he said " Any of ya'll been bit?"
"...NO" Earl said quickly " None of us.."
Jason and Joe glanced at each other,then at Earl..." We're sorry man...but we're gonna have to examine you guys ourselves...we can't be to careful."
Earl sighed " I understand."
The party was led to one of the cabins and all quickly disrobed,Joe and Jason examined each of Earls companions for any signs of bite marks or injury...they found none.
" Sorry about that folks" Joe said " But...can't be to careful ya'know"
When Earl and his companions had finished dressing Jason smiled at them " Ok...let's go get you folks something to eat...Then I'll go see if Mr. Halon is up to meeting with ya'll."
" Mr. Halon?" Earl said " Is he in charge here...he another biker?"
Jason laughed " No...Halons not a biker...though he's pretty good friends with some of them." Jason shook his head " Lot of them got pretty banged up earlier...some of them didn't make it."
" Zombies?" Rachel asked,as they walked towards the Cafeteria.
" No." Joe answered " we had some...problems."
" Problems?" Earl asked with a raised eyebrow.
" Nothing you need to worry about man."Jason said as the group entered the cafeteria.
" Ya'll grab a seat" Joe said " I'll get you guys some food"
Earl and the others sat around a folding table,awaiting their meal.
" So" Earl said looking about "What do ya'll think?"
" They seem cautious" Carol said " and all these bikers worry me...but..I think it's ok"
Earl nodded " I guess we'll have to see what this Halon guy is all about."
Right so sorry Its pretty late/early (depending on timezone) for the second part, but my significant other came back from Canada, last night, so's we spent mosta the time bonding.
Anywho!
Thanks for posting it up Dark, but I'm making a couple of amendments that Karon wanted, and that I agree with. I'll also fiddle with the gun calibre. Gawd Fitzz, your such a killjoy!
Oh, and as for the whole Snyder shooting thing, I figured that, as Fitzz stated, there's that whole biker running at me thing, and also I thought I might flesh the character out a bit with some post trauma.
The amended version.
Many things happened in quick succession. Patricks arm shot out like a bolt of thunder, smacking the barrel of the gun clear of its original target. The bullet spat forwards and smashed through the front window in a cascade of glass, whole sheets being freed from their position, to cartwheel through the air, and cast beautiful beams of light across the ground as they sailed to their shattering doom. The bullet, amidst the sparkling shower of light missed its original target, Hogs chest, and instead burrowed into his arm like a blood greedy tick, causing Hog to bellow out in agony. Snyder, looked up at Patrick, bewildered.
"Why?" he said simply.
Patrick yanked the weapon free from his hand, and slipped the clip free. He stared at it blankly for a fraction a second, and then dropped it onto the floor of the Van. He then threw it out of the window, in co-operation.
Hog wrenched his desert eagle from its holster, to return fire, only to be tackled heavily to the ground by a pair of ambitious soldiers, trying to prevent a full scale fire fight.
‘Guess they are Pacifists’ Hog thought as he fought savagely to pull the men from him, even as more men moved in to keep him down.
Simultaneously, Hardie fired his pistol at Theron, reacting to the situation by instinct. However, despite the high tension situation, he didn't aim to kill. The bullet entered into Theron's thigh, and hit the bone The jarring impact caused the man's leg to seize up and he yelled out, falling from his seat.
Additionally, the back of the van doors flew open, and a young women, terrified tremendously sprinted away, screaming incoherently. Ranger span and took aim.
“Orders?”
“Stop her.”
Ranger Aimed down the sights. It would be so easy to stop her, and it wasn't as if the orders were specific.
"Argghh feth this!" He yelled, and began to climb down the ladder in pursuit.
By now, dozens of soldiers had moved in on the van, hemming the occupants inside. Their screamed commands acted as psychological weapons, and the doors were flung open, Theron and Snyder dropping out of the vehicle and begging for mercy.
Only one retained his composure, and leaning heavily on the door as he exited, watching as the soldiers closed in. However, his gesture of compliance toward the men saved him from the rough treatment his comrades garnered. Hardie grabbed him by the arm and led him to the holding pen, where Theron and Snyder were already locked.
By now Ranger was running across open ground, chasing the young women.
'Do the right thing. It'll make you feel good about yourself. Yeah sure, doing the wrong thing doesn't give you a stitch though!' He thought as he chased her across the prairie.
Abruptly she stopped, and began to back away. Something crawled out of the underbrush directly in front of her, and began to crawl towards her.
"Fuckin' zombies!" Ranger yelled, and threw the girl to the ground behind him. The ghoul reached up and grabbed at his leg.
"Oh? You want to play do ya? Ok!"
Ranger curbstomped the head into the floor, and turned to look at the girl.
"Don't run off like that, you'll get yourself killed."
With that, he bodily escorted her back towards the base, swearing under his breath the entire time.
OOC: @ Karon - There you go -
+ Girl aint harmed much more than a few bruises
+ Minimised the shooting
+ Patrick complies to the guards.
And @ Fitzz - The bullet did more damage, but to a less life threatening area.
So's in a mini event summary style:
Theron is suffering from a leg wound; he'll be hobbling for a long time.
Hog has taken a bullet to his left arm, and so cant swing his Hammer with such fervour. He cant really do any heavy lifting either.
"Oh man this isn't good" dietn tought as Helen and fox layed rat on the table.
They were surrounded by zeds, and that never was a good thing.
Dietn had cried for hours in the dimly lit chamber. His hands still caressing his mothers hair.
Her once beautifull hair that she loved so much. But now spattered with dry blood and mud.
He didn't knew why people had bitten his parents. But thing were crazy the past few days.
He tried to help his parents as best as he could. But it wasn't enough as he saw them blow out their final breath.
" hey Dietn, I need your help" Fox shouted at him; "Keep pressure on the wound before he bleeds to death"
He didn't knew how long he had cried, but he couldn't stop. This wasn't supposed to be happening!
"shut up!" he screamed at the closed door. But the low groanng continued. "Get the feth out of here" he cried.
but the sound of scraping nails continued. Dietn looked back at his mother. he stood there paralysed as his mother stared back at him.
"Mom?" he said with a broken voice. Her hands slowly reaching his face. As if she tried to comfort him. But her hand began to grip harder.
"Mom, what are you doing? Dietn asked as he tried to pull her hand of his neck. But she kept pushing harder.
He quickly pushed her away and jumped out the bed. He noticed that his dad was also getting up. "Mom?....Dad?.... whats hapenning," Dietn said as tears still dripped from his chin. They didn't answer. He looked in their eyes and saw nothing. As his parents walked closer, Dietn ranned into the closet and closed it from the inside. There he sat in the darkness, ignoring the attempts of his parents trying to get in.
"Damn it, listen to me!" fox yelled as she slapped dietn in the face. "Get a grip on yourself and help me!"
Dietn sat there for several days. In that tiny dark spot. Just as if the Devil had created a new hell just for him.
he didn't even noticed as strong hands lifted him from the ground. "Calm now boy, its all over" the man said "There is nothing to be afraid of."
Dietn wrestled with his body as he tried to regain control. Finaly managing to keep pressure on Rat his wounds.
He tought of Mike who learned him everything he needed to know to survive. And ignored the scraping noise of nails on the door.
I don't know.
But in resident evil you had a flok of ravens who hadn't been bitten. but had eaten infected flesh.
They were very aggressive and suicidal.
So i'm guessing they eat the flesh. But don't turn into zeds, but have anger problems, psychotic behaviour and such.
Earl and the others sat spooning soup into their mouths hungrily...they'd all been living on candy bars they'd taken from a wrecked gas station they had come across two days ago and a hot meal was something they had all been missing.
Earl glanced up from his food and spoke with his companions " Well...they fed us..and they seem to have this area secure...I think we'll be ok."
The group nodded,David cramming handfuls of crackers into his mouth with a smile.
" I wonder what sort of problems they had" Carol said reflectively " Everyone seems a bit...on edge."
Earl shrugged " I dunno...guess they'll fill us in if they think we need to know."
Rachel laughed " Your putting a whole lot of trust in these people on short notice aren't you?"
" If they wanted to hurt us." Earl said " We'd be dead already...I arrested a few of those Satan's Servants back in the day...those bikers don't play around and they'll kill you grave yard dead if they think your a threat to them."
" Guess we should be real friendly then." Rachel laughed.
" I'm sure they'd appreciate your sort of friendly Rachel." Carol snorted.
Rachel shot the woman a cold look across the table "Eat gak Grandma." she spat.
" Ya'll cool it" Earl said " We don't need that crap now."
The doors of the Cafeteria opened and a tall,muscular biker strolled in,he glanced over at Earl and his party and walked over to them seating himself at their table.
" Hey folks" The biker said " My names Mace..sorry to leave ya'll alone for so long,but things are a bit crazy around here right now."
" Hey it's fine..I understand" Earl said shaking hands with Mace.
Introductions were made round the table and Mace leaned back in his chair " Ok..now that ya'll gotten some grub...we need to figure out what you folks can do to earn your keep."
" Sounds fair." Earl said cautiously.
" Earl..I know you were a cop before the outbreak" Mace said " So I'm guessing you know how to handle a gun...you'll be working with us in camp security."
" I'm fine with that." Earl said smiling.
" So...what about the rest of you?" Mace said glancing around the table.
" I can shoot too." David spoke up.
" Ok..".Mace said"...your a little young...but...I guess you could tag along with Earl...but keep yourself in line youngster...no goofing off."
David nodded.
" I was in charge of a combat platoon" Carol said " I can be of service on a tactical and combat level."
Mace nodded at this " Well Ma'am,were not what you'd call regular military around here...but I'm sure your knowledge will come in handy."
Mace glanced at Lacey and Rachel "What about you two young ladies?"
" I was...am a nurse." Lacey said quietly.
Mace grinned from ear to ear " Thank god for that..."
The group stared at him questionly.
" We have a serious shortage of trained medical people...we have exactly one Doctor..one nurse and three people who've been pressed into service as assistants."
Lacey smiled " I'll be happy to aid your...medical staff."
"What about you sweetheart?" Mace finally turned to Rachel .
" I was...an entertainer..before the outbreak." The woman said .
Carol rolled her eyes and snickered.
Mace glanced at the older woman puzzled ,but turned back to Rachel " Like a singer or something?"
" She was a call girl" Carol snapped.
Rachel nodded " Yes...I was..a Thousand dollar a night call girl." she said " But I can fight..I can shoot..and I can take care of myself."
Mace smiled " Well then hun...you'll do just fine around here."
FITZZ wrote: Or in the " Romero zombie" fiction...animals don't contract the disease and if one were to eat the infected flesh they would simply die.
That isn't grimdark enough!
I agree ..
I suppose it's really up to you guys how you'd like the virus to affect animals...but when Darko unleashes a herd of zombie cattle or an army of undead chipmunks on us...don't say I didn't warn you all.
I'm guessing the disease isn't really transferable across species, but I'm sure a ghoul would happily chew anything it could catch. I guess the animals would just die. Then again. The Z-virus we got does spit out some pretty icky things, so I don't see why not...
And if not zombie virus, mass irradiation from multiple nuclear warheads would sure do the trick.
IC:
Earl looked past Mace briefly, to scan the rest of the occupants in the room. It was pretty sparse; maybe three others in the building beside them. Two were sitting in a pair together, drinking down beer quietly. The atmosphere in the room was pretty subdued. Whatever happened had made everyone pretty unhappy. The third member in the room was a woman, of about 20 something. Her hair was short, and a deep scar carved down her face. Pretty brutal. Her remaining eye was fixed directly on the group, and when she realised Earl was looking at her, she made a small smile, and strode over.
"Hey there, guess you guys are new?" Keira said, in a tired voice. But it was bright. She was trying to be welcoming.
Tombstone walked trough the forest. he felt that someone was following him.
But everytime he turned around there was nothing. Tombstone continued to walk.
The clouds opened and the light of the moon shined trough the forest. Suddenly He heared the sound of little feets running.
He started running, trying to get out of this forest. But it seemed that there was no end to it.
Tombstone tripped and feld on the ground. When he looked up he was staring in the face of an angry, crazed little bunny.
Saliva dripping from his teeth. Tombstone pushed the bunny aside and continued running.
But now there was an entire herd of crazed bunnies chasing him. Tombstone shouted in anger as a thousand little teeth shredded him in little pieces.
Tombstone woke up in the medic room. Sweat dripping from his back.
Why did he had these dreams, he wonderd. "Oh, well" he tought as he turned around and tried to get more sleep.
But he couldn't help himself listening. Waiting for the sound of little feet to fill the air
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tada!
Nice one...the thought of big scary Tombstone being eaten by bunnies is just to funny.
@ ghosty...
Feel free to utilize the NPCs in anyway you'd like to bro, I built up a bit of back story for them...but basically they exist for anyone who has a character at the lumber camp.
I'm actually quite interested to see what interactions you might RP with Keira and and the group,particularly Lacey since she too is a nurse.
Earl shook hands with Keira,noticing that the woman was very pretty despite the large scar running down her face.
" I'm Earl..good to meet you" The man said " This is Carol,Rachel,Lacey and David" Earl said indicating his companions.
Keira offered each of them a small smile.
" Keira" Mace said looking up at the woman " Lacey is a nurse as well...I wonder if you could show her the med center...once they've gotten a bit of rest that is."
Keira nodded " I can do that" she said " Good to have another nurse on board."
Lacey offered Keira a warm smile " It'll be nice to actually be able to help out."
Mace looked over at Earl " I want you to meet Halon as soon as I can arrange it...all of you."
" Halon" Earl said " The other guys...Joe and ..Jason,they mentioned him...is he the honcho around here?"
Mace laughed " Halons basically in charge...course he kind of shares leadership with Tomb."
" Tomb?" Earl said raising an eyebrow.
" Tombstone" Mace said,Earl noticed a dark shadow of sadness pass over Keiras face. " He's our leader.." Mace said tapping the Satans Servants patch sewn on his leather jacket " He got tagged pretty hard earlier."
" Tagged?" David asked.
" Shot...twice." Mace said " Couple of Halons guys went rouge...joined up with this crazy fether called Patrick...they killed a couple of our guys...hurt a few...we got some of 'em...but the rest got away."
" Damn" Earl said " I'm sorry to hear it...this Tombstone?...is he ok?"
Mace started to answer but Keira cut him off " Tombstone will be fine" she said quickly.
Earl had the impression that the woman was trying to convince herself as well as them.
"What the hell was that?!" Darkvoidof40k shouted.
Karon opened the side door and looked back a few feet. They'd hit some people. He pulled the door closed. "It was nothing important," he said.
"Are you sure dude?" Dark replied. Karon stared at him blankly.
"Eh, whatever.. bloody Government.. freakin' speed bumps," he mumbled as they drove their gun-laden drugmobile onwards.
Meanwhile, ghosty was clawing his way off the road with his single remaining, crooked and broken hand. He glanced back - somehow - with his twisted neck and a single tear ran down his face as he left his severed legs behind. Then he continued to, very slowly, claw himself away - to plot revenge.. with a TRUCK OF HIS OWN! MWAHAHHAHAHAAAAAA.
"What the hell was that?!" Darkvoidof40k shouted.
Karon opened the side door and looked back a few feet. They'd hit some people. He pulled the door closed. "It was nothing important," he said.
"Are you sure dude?" Dark replied. Karon stared at him blankly.
"Eh, whatever.. bloody Government.. freakin' speed bumps," he mumbled as they drove their gun-laden drugmobile onwards.
Meanwhile, ghosty was clawing his way off the road with his single remaining, crooked and broken hand. He glanced back - somehow - with his twisted neck and a single tear ran down his face as he left his severed legs behind. Then he continued to, very slowly, claw himself away - to plot revenge.. with a TRUCK OF HIS OWN! MWAHAHHAHAHAAAAAA.
And then you woke up.
*ahem* ¬.¬
That sounds about right...
Ya'know,time was when I could stay in the clubs all night,downing beer after beer and shot after shot until the sun came up and the owners tossed us all out and still wake up feeling just fine.
Now...anytime I drink more than a few beers and a couple shots I wake up feeling like I've been hit by artillery fire...getting old...it sucks plenty...but,It's better than the alternative I suppose.
The.. alternative? To getting old? Ohhhh yeah I know that one.. LIVE HARD AND DIE YOUNG!! Woop Woop! OR is it Live Fast and Die Young? Eh, I guess y'all get a choice on that bit..
Oh, side note.. I really, really couldn't be bothered this morning. I don't think anyone could.. so.. huzzah for excuses.
Deadman smiled at Robbie and Yerith " So we have a deal then...good." the biker nodded and drained his beer " We've got your supplies ready to go...and the lumber you asked for is being loaded up for you."
Robbie nodded approval.
" Now" Deadman said " As far as Patrick and his friends...they hauled ass out of here in an old Hummer...it got pretty shot up during their escape..course it's not like they can't ditch their ride for a new one though."
Yerith nodded " Yeah true...it's not like they couldn't just grab a new car."
" Exactly" Deadman said " Plenty of cars laying around...so,no big help there...but..The bastard Patrick" The biker poured another beer " He's an easy one to spot..he's got orange Spike hair and wears a sort of headband with some weird symbol on it...plus he's got all these goofy piercings."
" Piercings?" Robbie said.
" Yeah." Deadman laughed " Hundreds of 'em all over his face and body...little black rods and studs."
Robbie laughed " Emo type?"
" Crazy type." Deadman chuckled " Any way...he also got stabbed a half dozen times with a foot long bowie knife before he tucked tail and ran...so he'll have a lot of fresh wounds."
Robbie lifted an eyebrow " He got stabbed that many times and he's still moving?"
" Surprised us as well." Deadman said sipping his beer " Oh...and he wears this ridiculous body armour as well...so aim for his head"
" Not a problem." Robbie said.
"What about his buddies?" Yerith asked.
" Couple of regular guys...wearing combat fatigues...ones been shot in his shoulder" Scratch said " Dark haired dude...the other cats a blond...both of 'em are pretty tall....should be easy to make."
" Ok." Robbie said " If we see them...we'll grease them for you and bring their bodies to you."
" Good deal" Deadman said " Now..let's get your supplies loaded up."
"One more thing," Mace said. "What's that?" Robbie replied.
"That crazy son of a bitch has got to die.. but the other two used to be with us. If you can bring them back alive, then do it. But if they stand in your way, which I think they will, then don't hesitate. They're skilled marksmen, and Snyder is a strong f*cker if I ever saw one. Hell, even if he has been shot, you don't want to get too close. Theron ain't weak either, but he's pretty average for anyone who's survived this long."
Robbie nodded. "Understood."
Darkvoidof40k wrote:"One more thing," Mace said. "What's that?" Robbie replied.
"That crazy son of a bitch has got to die.. but the other two used to be with us. If you can bring them back alive, then do it. But if they stand in your way, which I think they will, then don't hesitate. They're skilled marksmen, and Snyder is a strong f*cker if I ever saw one. Hell, even if he has been shot, you don't want to get too close. Theron ain't weak either, but he's pretty average for anyone who's survived this long."
Robbie nodded. "Understood."
Don't quite get why Mace..or anyone else for that matter would be concerned about bringing the two rouge soldiers back alive...It's not like they are going to be welcomed back into the fold " Oh..we know you flipped sides and joined up with a lunatic,killed a few bikers...shot at your former leader...betrayed your friends,but hey it's ok now...come on back...we trust you..."
Or if it's a case of "To face justice." their bullet riddled bodies being drug back to camp would seem to cover that...unless it's a more "personal thing" I suppose.
EDIT: Wait....Mace isn't even in the same building that this meetings taking place in...he went to the Cafeteria to check out Earl and his group.
Darkvoidof40k wrote:Ugh.. thought as much. Was too lazy to check. I think that also hints as to the answer to Ninja's question as well.
I'll edit it to someone else then. Don't 'spose Halon's in there, is he?
The meeting between the Snakes and the Satans Servants consisted of Deadman,Scratch,Mace,Robbie and Yerith.
Mace left the meeting before any decisions had been reached to Check out Earl and his group and had not returned from that .
....Halon,IIRC is still "on bed rest",back at the med center recouping from his injuries.
EDIT: ...Of course you could always have Halon "up and hobbling about",his injuries weren't that debilitating...and it might make some sense that he'd have a personal grudge against the men who turned on him after a year of him trusting them.
Tomatosauce and mushrooms, NO, bad sillyboy, you should rub it with a little seasoning before you cook it and eat it with your fingers straight off the fire
Darkvoidof40k wrote:I know! Instead of fixing it myself, I'll just leave it to you, FITZZ, to incorportate it into an IC post at somepoint..
Ah, the perks of playing God..
OOC:.. I can do that.
BIC:...
The two members of the Snakes and the two Satans Servants stepped from the Rec Room,each carrying an armful of various boxes of supplies.
" We'll of load these into your truck" Deadman said " Then you guys can decide who in your group csn drive the lumber truck."
" Sounds good" Robbie said.
" What's going on here?" Came a voice from their left.
The group turned and saw Halon.his ribs wrapped tightly with bandages,walking slowly,obviously in great pain,towards them.
" We're practicing the good neighbor policy." Deadman said with a small smile " These boys needed a few things that we could spare...and in turn...they're going to do a favor for us."
Halon frowned " What sort of favor would that be?"
" Well" Deadman said " In return for our help...they have agreed to kill Patrick and his friends on sight."
Halon nodded but added." One slight change...if possible."
"What's that?" Robbie replied.
"That crazy son of a bitch ,Patrick,has got to die.. but the other two ...used to be with us....I trusted them, If you can bring them back alive, then do it. But if they stand in your way, which I think they will, then don't hesitate. They're skilled marksmen, and Snyder is a strong f*cker if I ever saw one. Hell, even if he has been shot, you don't want to get too close. Theron ain't weak either, but he's pretty average for anyone who's survived this long." Halon said.
Robbie nodded. "Understood...not to concerned about skilled marksmen...hell most people drawing breath these days are skilled marksmen,but we'll exercise caution when and if we see 'em".
Deadman stared at Halon " Not to get into your business....but why do ya want 'em alive?"
" I've got my reasons" Halon said wincing in pain " Now if you gentlemen will excuse me...I have another bit of business to attend to,then I'm going back to the med center and lay down."
" Suit yourself" Deadman said to Halon " But they killed our people,wounded Ajax and Tasha...I ain't letting none of 'em live."
Halon stared at the biker " I said I had my reasons" he said " I didn't say anything about letting either of them live...did I?"
Deadman laughed " No man ..I guess you didn't."the biker nodded " You should go get some rest...you don't look so hot."
" I will." Halon said " I have a few things I have to do first."
Ya'know,time was when I could stay in the clubs all night,downing beer after beer and shot after shot until the sun came up and the owners tossed us all out and still wake up feeling just fine.
Now...anytime I drink more than a few beers and a couple shots I wake up feeling like I've been hit by artillery fire...getting old...it sucks plenty...but,It's better than the alternative I suppose.
Are you suggesting that I'm old?!
The cheek!
Nah, I'm only feeling decidedly... you know, crap, because I consumed about as much alcohol as I could down before the next song started, and I may have possibly taken some ecstasy. I think.Memories all a bit furry, like a yak.
And I dunno what Rabbits you have in America, but ours....
Well you wouldn't want to mess with them. Our bravest man, in the entire country, maybe the entire world, went into the woods one day, to draw one. His name was Billy guano. Can't use cameras to take pictures of them, the flashes attract tthe rabbits in great number.
So anyways, he never came out of the woods alive, but we found his sketch Pad. Drawn upon it, was a monster.
Now we no the true image of our oppressors, our predators.
They come in the dark of night, with hides impervious to bullets. Hopping faster than the speed of sound, few ever see them. But the destruction left in their wake...
The gnawed bodies...
Horrifying.
I guess, well the Rabbits elsewhere in the world are just waiting until the time is right. Look upon their true form, and cower.
don't forget about the babies Ghosty, they're just as deadly, they apear in a cute white form, as the black fur doesn't appear untill adulthood, the white fur is used as a lure as sheep have white fur and they're harmless, Right??
here is one LARPers video of what happened, they were reinacting a Holy quest to slay a dragon when they stumbled upon a young rabbit...
Okay, seeing as though I was suffering from the disease of procrastination and new vidja games I feel some penance is necessary.
FM Ninja 048 wrote:right, I did the russian relief force map, heres the mk1, what do you think also made al little blurb about how i think they would act
Men: 16 total, 13 alive 3 dead
1) Gary, sniper
2)Mace: Satan's Servants member, halon's #2.
3)Mark, sniper(KIA shot)
4)Johnathon, sniper
5)Jason, hotel maintenance man. Keeps the generators running.
6)Snyder, gunner(with patrick)
7)Theron, gunner(with patrick)
8)Sherman, driver
9)Kyle, gunner(KIA shot)
10)Dr. Buckley, the doctor
11)Antoine, an orderlie
12)Jay Jay, Cook
13)Herb, short for Herbert, helps with the kids
14)German(pronounced Herman)(KIA died of Saunders Disease)
15)Joe, Joseph, mostly cleans the hotel
16) Stanley, mostly cleans the hotel
Women, 14 total, 11 alive 3 dead(technically 4 dead, but Helen can wander)
1)Ginger: Halon's girl, well ex-girl after certain revelations.
2)Cali, driver
3)Michelle, driver, antoine's girl
4) Berta, driver(KIA shot)
5) Sarah, cook(KIA, bitten by zombeys)
6)Jenny, sniper
7)Olga, helps clean hotel
8)Maria, takes care of children, married to German.
9)Lisa, teacher(KIA shot)
10)Allie, helps Lisa teach, Mark's girl
11)Kara, cook, Ben's girl
12)Harriet, gunner, Stanley's girl
13)Juliet
14)Helen, the super zombie in the freezer.
Kids: 5 total, 4 alive 1 dead.
1)Alexandra, daughter of German and Maria.
2)Thomas, son of Lisa.(KIA shot)
3)Steven, son of Michelle and Antoine.
4)MJ, stands for Mark Junior, son of Mark and Allie.
5)Ben, son of Joe and Kara.
Okay, we had three groups;
Halon's Happy Heralds
Tombstones' Totally Twisted Teammates
Hog and Keira's Happy Kollective
Jennifer's Jealous Jubilee
The groups met up except for Hog who is now with Jennifer. Halon HAD A BEAUTIFUL HOTEL that was threatened with explosions and evil so they left for the logging camp. Along the way a biker went crazy and killed some of Halon's friends, sad face. At the lumber camp Patrick went crazy with some of Halon's men and they got into a fight with Tombstone's guys and Halon. Saunders went super zombie, but is still alive because he's amazing and started the fighting, YES IT WAS ALL SAUNDER'S FAULT, HIM AND THAT FUNKY CHICKEN.
In short, Halon lost his hotel because of Saunders dancing.
Right now, Jennifer has learned the location of the other survivors(whom she hates from the previous RP, she really hates Tomb for some reason). Halon has two magic tanks, the camp has a small helicopter, and Tombstone has a bunch of motorcycles.
The RP is taking place in good ol' Virginia because of the fact that the world's largest naval base is located in Norfolk, Virginia and the nation's second largest fuel reserve is also in the same area. Chesapeake Bay is a great harbor and has a river that connects to Washington D.C.
The 'old crew' is meeting the 'new guys' for the first time and so far its doing alright. The bikers and characters related to them have been introduced and the 'new guys' apparently want to meet the two 'leaders'(Halon and Tombstone).
Pineville was bombed, Halon's hotel is most likely zombieland now, and Jennifer will probably try to screw up the lumber camp because she's a cold-hearted, vengeful, sleezey, prudish, and evil woman who thinks that Hal... I mean Tombstone can't have anything nice.
OOC:...Welcome back Halonachos,we missed you around here.
One quick "fix" on you "dead guys " list though...
Men: 16 total,
1) Gary, sniper ( Killed in Gunfight with Bikers)
2)Mace: Satan's Servants member, halon's #2.
3)Mark, sniper(KIA shot)
4)Johnathon, sniper ( Killed in Gunfight with Bikers)
5)Jason, hotel maintenance man. Keeps the generators running.
6)Snyder, gunner(with patrick)
7)Theron, gunner(with patrick)
8)Sherman, driver
9)Kyle, gunner(KIA shot)
10)Dr. Buckley, the doctor
11)Antoine, an orderlie
12)Jay Jay, Cook
13)Herb, short for Herbert, helps with the kids
14)German(pronounced Herman)(KIA died of Saunders Disease)
15)Joe, Joseph, mostly cleans the hotel
16) Stanley, mostly cleans the hotel
...Gary and Johnathan were killed in the Gunfight,so they are now on the KIA list.
Of course,as you've probably noticed,I've whipped up a few new NPCs (Earl and his companions),feel free to work them into any RP plans you wish.
Pineville ---------- 1) red rat, second in charge, snake (wounded) 2) fox, survivor (no known history) 3) Erol (dead) 4) spook, survivor (maybe a biker, but can't recall) 5) yerith, Snake
the numbers 4 and 5 are for the moment in the logging camp with Robbie
edit: I believe kais and his goons are also in pineville, but i'll lieve it to him to name them.
To be honest I haven't really thought about all of Carters gangs' names but I'll give it a try
Men:
Carter (gang leader) Jorge (heavy weapons) Emile (close combat specialist) Jun (sniper) Tank (explosives-and also REALLY strong) John KIA mauled by zombies (*WAS* Light weapons)
Women:
Rachel (met up with Falco) Kat (tech and mechanic)
That should be about it, but I really am getting a feeling I should ditch Catour as he is doing absolutely nothing at all, no offence to him
Thumbs up to whoever gets the references (even though its damn easy)
Catour looked up and saw, through Falco's mask visor, that he was staring at him.
"What the f**k?! Okay, NOW you show up again!" roared Catour. "If you stayed with us you could have f**king helped us out you piece of s**t!"
"I can't help it if I am dragged down into the sewers by a f**kin zombie, and I would've died if it wasn't for Carter and his gang. If you were in my shoes kid, you would've cried."
"Listen Catour, we should be glad to see him again!" Rachel told Catour sternly.
"Enough of the chatter," Carter said calmy, then turned to Falco. "Who are these people? You know em?"
"This kid ere," one called Emile pointed at Catour. "Was found taking a look at our stuff we put down, when we weren't looking. The girl was with him, so we just took both of them."
"Yeah I know them, I met up with both of them," Falco said pointing at them. "The girl, Rachel, in the fields a bit away from here, you can trust here. Catour was in a church, stealing gold. If I was religous, I would be pretty pissed off. I don't trust him, but I don't think he means harm."
Carter stood in thought for a few seconds before turning to Emile.
"Release them," then turned back to Falco. "But if they do anything stupid again, they will be tied right back up and perhaps get a bullet in the head."
"Don't worry," Falco said before giving Catour a harsh stare. "They won't."
(Sorry guys that's all for now, I am still thinking about something I might do, and how to do it)
Fox poored some hot water in two cups. "thank you" Helen signed.
" It's not much but it's something." Fox replied as he dropped some instant powder in it.
The smell of coffee filled the shelter. "So what do you think about the boy" she asked.
"Well I don't know" Helen said while she looked at Dietn who had fallen in sleep.
"He acts childish, but he can handle his pistol like a pro. There's something more to him, But i can't tell you what."
Fox nodded " I had the same thoughts. But can we trust him?"
"I believe we can." Helen said while taking a sip from her coffee." And besides he's cute." They both laughed silently.
Dietn woke up as he heared the girls laughing. But he just sought a better position and felt to sleep once more.
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so, when is someone going to save us?
sillyboy wrote:Fox poored some hot water in two cups. "thank you" Helen signed.
" It's not much but it's something." Fox replied as he dropped some instant powder in it.
The smell of coffee filled the shelter. "So what do you think about the boy" she asked.
"Well I don't know" Helen said while she looked at Dietn who had fallen in sleep.
"He acts childish, but he can handle his pistol like a pro. There's something more to him, But i can't tell you what."
Fox nodded " I had the same thoughts. But can we trust him?"
"I believe we can." Helen said while taking a sip from her coffee." And besides he's cute." They both laughed silently.
Dietn woke up as he heared the girls laughing. But he just sought a better position and felt to sleep once more.
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so, when is someone going to save us?
OOC:...
Well...Robbie and his group just received a cache of ammo/supplies at the lumber camp,which is a mere 20-30 minute drive from Pine Ville...so...If they're heading back towards you guys,help should arrive soon.
Hell,they were even given a half dozen pipe bombs,couple of those should thin out the attacking zeds quite nicely.
Deadman and Scratch helped Robbie and the rest of his party load the supplies on their truck,a moment later a large flatbed loaded with lumber appeared at the camp gates.
" There you go." Deadman said " That's everything we've agreed upon."
Robbie nodded.
" Don't forget about our bargain." Scratch added " You see that scumbag Patrick...or his friends..you ice 'em."
" We will" Yerith said as he climbed behind the wheel of the big lumber truck.
" You guys be careful out there" Deadman said as he and Scratch walked back into the lumber camp.
Right now, Jennifer has learned the location of the other survivors(whom she hates from the previous RP, she really hates Tomb for some reason).
Nice try, she really doesn't like Tomb, she REALLY REALLY HATES Halon though.
will probably RP today
Edit: Kais, you're NOT allowed noble team, they're not even born yet
Yes,I thought that was pretty funny as well.
However..to be completely fair,I'm sure Jennifer feels a bit stronger towards Tombstone than just " not liking" him,after all...Tombstone was the one who killed her Fathers bodyguards at the mansion,and it was Tombstone who started the situation that eventually led to Phoenix getting killed...Halon was just the one who actually killed Phoenix.
Of course...Tombstone did spend alot of time protecting Jennifer in the last RP...including risking his life to insure she got away from the mansion safely....so maybe Jennifer has a "soft spot" for the crazy biker.
In the dimly lighted room that served as the Med Centers Intensive Care Ward,Tasha's eye flickered open.
The woman felt light headed,almost ethereal,a dull ache pounding in her mid section.
She tilted her head,sending fresh pain through her body,attempting to focus on her surroundings.
" What happened to me?" she thought, seeing she was in some sort of hospital room and hooked up to about a half dozen monitors and IV poles.
The memories of the gun battle came flooding back,she had been shot...she recalled the sledge hammer impact of two rounds hitting her in the stomach...the blackness had rushed in on her.
Fear gripped her as she thought of what had happened to Daisy.." Paralyzed...am I paralyzed?" she panicked.
With some effort she wiggled her fingers and toes,their was a dull pain,but she could do it,she attempted to move her legs and arms,more pain wracked her body,but all he limbs seem to be functioning properly.
" Thank God." she thought.
She lay there a moment..."What happened to everyone else?...Had they killed Patrick?...Had her friends died?"
She felt around slowly for a call switch,but found none...frustrated she noticed a a pitcher of water on the bed side table...with great effort she hooked the pitcher with her thumb and fore finger and shoved it off the table...it shattered on the floor below...
Almost instantly the door leading into the room swung open,a young man stepped in looking alarmed.
He stared at Tasha mouth agape for a second and then spoke " Holy gak...your awake." he said .
Tasha made an effort to ask the man the multitude of questions floating about her throbbing head,but before she could get her mouth to cooperate...he was rushing off down the hall.
OOC:... Ok,I've got a family dinner to attend (which I am dreading as my Missus Mom and Dad will both be there...they are divorced and every time they end up at the same event its always.....bleh)
So, Last Rp for a while.....
BIC:....
Mace Sat talking with Earl and his fellow survivors for a few moments.while Keira discussed the workings of the Med Center with Lacey.
The cafeteria doors opened and Halon limped into the dinning area.
" Hey boss." Mace said,jumping up from the table to assist Halon to his seat " You shouldn't be walking around yet...you still need to get some rest and heal up."
" I'll be ok Mace." Halon said with a slight dismissive gesture " To much going on for me to be laid up just now."
Mace nodded " Yeah...it has been a bit busy round here at that I suppose." the biker said " Well since your up and about...meet Earl...he and his friends just arrived...I think they'll fit in with our happy little band pretty well."
Halon briefly shook hands with Earl and nodded at the rest of the people seated around the table " Good to know you" Halon said " You guys certainly picked a hectic time to arrive....but no matter...so,Earl...what's your story?"
An hour had passed since the incident. Brief medical attention had been given to Theron, but other than thus, they had been left to lick their wounds on their own. Patrick, was leaning heavily against the bars, his breathing ragged, and with sweat on his brow. His skin, usually pale, had taken a sickly pallor, and the knife wounds seemed to look like lilly blooms across his chest, where the flesh had bruised. He sat with his eyes closed, as the light seemed to be painful. It didn't help that he had a headache. His girl, was sitting next to him. She'd tried to comfort him, put her arm round his shoulders, hold his hand, but he simply ignored her, as if waiting for something. She had taken to kneeling next to him, arms crossed, and watching furtively at the others, in an owlish manner.
Theron was sitting nearby, a ragged piece of cloth held in his mouth. With a pair of tweezers, dulled with use, he was attempting to remove the bullet. The pain was excruciating, and twice tears had fallen from his eyes, but he carried on resolutely, and scoffed all help offered to him by the girl, figuring he'd be as good a surgeon as her.
Snyder sat in the opposite end of the cage, clutching his shoulder and staring at Patrick with haunted eyes, fearful of some gruesome, and obscene revenge.
"What you're suggesting is preposterous! It goes against everything we stand for!" Angel cried, arms raised. The argument had been going on for several minutes, between Hog, Hardie, Jennifer, and Angel.
"Look. It's not going to be the Spanish Inquisition, we just need to know all that they do." Hardie said, rubbing his eyes.
"Hell yes it'll be." snarled Hog, wincing as he flexed his arm. He'd taken bullets before, but for some reason, he never remembered how much they hurt before.
Jennifer shot him a dirty look, before turning, and speaking passively to Angel.
"Look, these guys, they know who we're looking for. And they're not going to tell us willingly any more. They'll use what they know as a bargaining chip. To get free, and get revenge. I can't allow that, and neither can you."
"That doesn't give warrant to torture!"
Hog leaned back, and pulled a battered pack of cigarettes from his pocket. he lit up, and smoked it thoughtfully.
"I just want 5 minutes with that Bastard. I wont do anything incurable, I'm sure you could fi- "
"No!"
Hardie stepped forward.
"Look, we don't need to decide this now. Angel, we're not gonna hurt them, for the time being. Now get some rest people, seems like today will drag on."
With that, he turned and walked away, in deep thought. Jennifer left next, a slight smile on her lips. Things were certainly more interesting today. Angel and Hog stood alone in the room together.
"You bastard." She spat, staring him straight in the face, as smoke curled upwards.
Hog shrugged, and dropped the cigarette on the floor.
"What we do in life echoes in eternity." He said simply, and made to leave the room.
She called out after him.
"What's that supposed to mean?!"
"feth knows." He called over his shoulder. "Heard it on a film once."
He made his way for the door, but stopped short. In a side room, just off to his left, sat Hardie. He had his head in his hands, and seemed to be weeping. Hog turned to leave again, but stopped short, once again.
"fething conscience." Hog mumbled, and turned back. He entered the room quietly, and stood next to Hardie, and, after a second of awkward silence, he experimentally patted him on the back, whilst saying vaguely 'there there' and 'it's ok'.
After a while, Hardie rubbed his eyes, sniffed heavily, and leaned back- against the wall. Hog sat down on the floor next to him, and pulled out his battered carton.
"Smoke?"
"No thanks."
"Right you are then." Hog said, pocketing them again.
"I had a kid."
Hog noticed the past tense, registered it, and placed it in the mental 'don't ask' part of his mind. He nodded, but said no more. The amount of pain Hardie must have gone through was phenomenal. Hog himself remembered the day the outbreak happened. The running, the frantic yelling, the screaming children.
"Would you be able to... y'know. Extract the info needed without leaving any permanent damage?"
Hog sat in silence for a few seconds. Mulling it over privately in his mind.
"Yeah, could do just that. Nothing he couldn't live through."
Hardie nodded. "If I give the greenlight, don't expect Angel to ever forgive you- you gotta take the burden with this, if she were to know I said A-ok, we'd lose our medic."
A quick debriefing was in order. Hardie sent out a missive for a meeting to the soldiers guarding the compound. It was important, he felt, as the plan went, to discuss with his men the fate of the prisoners. The distraction would last long enough for Hog to get the job done, and Jennifer would be standing guard with him, to prevent any mishaps, be they the prisoners, or Hogs. She would also hear the information, and pass it on to Hardie. The less Hog had to do with them, the better. If all went well, Hog would have the info before the meeting was over, and Hog would leave as soon as possible, to escape the wrath of Angel, and officially, the soldiers too. The plot was ready, and at Hogs signal, Hog prepared.
One by one, then in groups, the soldiers made their way into the building, talking amongst themselves, discussing what the meeting could be. Hog then darted out of the building, after the soldiers had entered, and made his way for the prison cells. He met Jennifer at the gates, and gave her a cursory nod.
“Hey miss, no hard feelings about what happened in the mansion, ok?”
Jennifer smiled. “None whatsoever.”
The cage door opened and he entered. Theron and the girl looked up at him with a questioning glance, and he returned their gaze, a horrible smile spreading across his lips. Snyder tried to make himself invisible in the corner, pulling himself closer and closer into himself.
Patrick lay unconscious.
“No one is gonna save you now you piece of gak. Start talking. Where is the Hideout?”
Snyder whined, and stared across at Theron.
Jennifer raised her gun.
“Anyone moves. I drop ‘em.”
Hog walked up to Snyder, and picked him up off the floor, standing him upright. Grinning away, hog brushed the dirt off the clothes, feigning concern.
“No Hard feelings. About the bullet.” He extended his hand to be shaken, smiling away the entire time. Snyder, feeling confused, and scared took the hand. Hog snarled suddenly, squeezing the hand with all his might. Snyder squealed out in agony, as bones grinded together, and as knuckles cracked. Something hard and metal, a hammer, slammed into Snyder’s nether regions, pulping flesh. The man shrieked out in pain, horrific, unbelievable pain. He collapsed into a ball, and lay on the ground, making soft gurgling noises.
“As I said. No Hard feelings for you anymore.” Next time you see that smokin’ hot girl walk on past, you’ll feel nothing move down there. Hope that image keeps you awake at night.”
He then grabbed Snyder by the hair, and lifted his head up, and kicked him in the face, not hard enough to kill, but enough to break his jaw, and knock his teeth out.
“Where is this commune? This… Hideout.”
Snyder wailed out, blood pouring from his mouth.
“If you carry on screaming, I’ll be forced to hurt you some more. C’mon. I don’t have time to wait.”
Hog lashed out again, violently, and repeatedly kicking him in the chest. Still nothing. What Hog did to Snyder, in the confines of the cage, were never spoken of again, but suffice to say, they plunged the depths of depravity, and through it all, Jennifer watched. Not once did she tell him he was going too far, as agreed. If anyone had been watching, for the girl and Theron had long since closed their eyes to the horror, they would have said she may have been smiling. At last, through torn and bloody lips, Snyder, who had been unable to talk coherently on account of his injuries, managed to whisper co-ordinates.
Hog dropped him limply to the floor, and turned to leave. Patrick was in his path, his body shaking from the effort, but still he stood, defiant.
“You know true Pain. You have never experienced it, but you have dealt it to many. You are truly evil.”
“Y’think so emo?” Hog said, the same rictus grin spreading across his face again.
“True Pain will f-“
“Oh, shut. UP!” Hog bellowed, and punched Patrick as hard as he could. The force of the blow sent Patrick staggering, and falling to the ground, winded in pain. Had Patrick not been injured previously so terribly, he could have fought back, he could have parried the blow. But as he was, he was unable to, and so took the full force of the blow to the face, breaking his nose.
He squirmed slightly, and sat up.
‘Fuckin’ hell. No one ever sat back up from that punch. It’s a one hit K.O every time.’ Hog thought, clearly shocked. Once again, Patrick’s stamina had surprised, and impressed Hog.
“Funs over.” He said, and drew his gun. He aimed it directly at Patrick.
“Don’t move sunshine, or this might hurt a bit.” Hog stepped forward slowly, and squatted in front of the cold grey eyes. He gazed into them, and they gazed into him. Hog reached out sharply, and grabbed hold of one of the large black studs screwed into Patricks body. With a savage wrench that caused his bullet wound to send shooting pains up his arm, it was pulled free in a spray of blood. Patrick was breathing heavily, but he didn’t yell out. The eyes kept on staring. Hog stood up, and pocketed the Stud, to keep as a memento. He then slipped back out of the cage, wiping blood from his hands. He looked around briefly, and felt suddenly cold. Jennifer had disappeared completely, but someone else was standing in the shadow of the Van.
It was Angel.
She stepped out, into the sun, the rays of light shining behind her, silhouetting her head, and making it look ablaze with fire. Angel looked at him silently, the bars behind him, the wracked body on the floor, the blood.
“You monster.” She gasped. But she did not pull a gun, nor did she cry for help. She slipped past him, and ran into the cage, ran over to Snyder. Hog shrugged, and clambered into the Van, starting the ignition with the key. The Van rumbled into life, and he began to drive towards the door. Before he made it out though, Jennifer reappeared. She jogged over to the door, so he wound the windscreen down low.
“Give this to Halon, if you find him there. Tell him… tell him I said Hi.”
She gave Hog a bullet, which he slipped into his pocket, and then, with a feeling of considerable freedom, he drove away.
Part 3 will be tomorrow most likely. I feel that wasn’t my best written piece, but I’m a tad tired. Hopefully it will be as fun to read as it was to type. And @ Karon, be thankful it wasn’t Patrick who was mauled. Anywho, have a good ‘un!
Deadman,Scratch and Cutter walked towards the Med Center,they hoped to locate Dr.Buckley and be permitted to see Tombstone for a few minutes to inform him of the bargain struck with the members of The Snakes.
As the group of bikers entered the Med center,they saw Dr. Buckley conversing with an excited orderly.
" She's awake sir!" the man was saying frantically.
" Calm down..calm down." Buckley replied " I'd hoped she's be coming around soon...this is quite positive for her prognosis."
" Hey Doc!!" Deadman shouted at the man " You guys talking about Tasha?...is she ok?"
Dr. Buckley jumped in surprise at the bikers booming voice and turned quickly placing his finger over his lips in a shushing gesture.
" Yes...yes" Buckley said slightly irritated " She is conscious...I'm on my way to check on her ..."
" Is she ok?" Deadman repeated his question,his eyes narrowing into a vicious gaze.
The Doctor took an involuntary step back " I've yet to examine her" he said quickly " But...the fact that she is awake should be considered positive news...now if you gentlemen will excuse me...I'm of to check on your friend...I shall let you know her condition shortly."
With that Dr. Buckley turned and started down the hall.
" You forgot to ask him if we could see Stone." Scratch said looking at Deadman.
" Feth it..." Deadman said " Let's just go peek in on Stone...if he's sleeping we'll let him rest."
The three bikers quietly slipped to Tombstones room,gently opening the door,inside they found Tombstone wide awake,he smiled a broad,evil smile at the three bikers as they entered the room.
Impossible. Absolutely ridiculous. I haven't even explained why those studs are there, and you feel as if you have free reign?
I demand that you remove the part about pulling the black studs out. First off, you couldn't be able to. No man, no matter how strong, could. He wouldn't even be able to grip it enough to pull it out.
Be thankful it wasn't Patrick who was mauled?
Un, fething, believable.
Who the feth told you that you could maim my characters even more, without even consulting me? I went into this with the idea that I wouldn't be fething tortured.
Umm...Exactly how can a bunch of piercings be " Unable to be pulled out...by any man...no matter how strong."...????
They're not normal piercings, they're studs that go directly into my bones. I don't really want to elaborate anymore because I wanted to do it later in the RP.
You agree with what Ghosty did, Fitzz? Thats like me just going in earlier and ripping your ear off, and cutting your genitalia off, I mean honestly.
Umm...Exactly how can a bunch of piercings be " Unable to be pulled out...by any man...no matter how strong."...????
They're not normal piercings, they're studs that go directly into my bones. I don't really want to elaborate anymore because I wanted to do it later in the RP.
You agree with what Ghosty did, Fitzz? Thats like me just going in earlier and ripping your ear off, and cutting your genitalia off, I mean honestly.
I believe what ghosty wrote/or rather the reason he wrote the event as he did was to not cause a great deal of damage to your character.ripping out a piercing is a bit different than cutting of someones genitals...unless theirs something about piercings I'm not aware off.
Secondly.there is no "bone" in a person's ear...it's cartilage,so even if the studs were "fused" to the cartilage,they could be ripped out.
Umm...Exactly how can a bunch of piercings be " Unable to be pulled out...by any man...no matter how strong."...????
They're not normal piercings, they're studs that go directly into my bones. I don't really want to elaborate anymore because I wanted to do it later in the RP.
You agree with what Ghosty did, Fitzz? Thats like me just going in earlier and ripping your ear off, and cutting your genitalia off, I mean honestly.
I believe what ghosty wrote/or rather the reason he wrote the event as he did was to not cause a great deal of damage to your character.ripping out a piercing is a bit different than cutting of someones genitals...unless theirs something about piercings I'm not aware off.
Secondly.there is no "bone" in a person's ear...it's cartilage,so even if the studs were "fused" to the cartilage,they could be ripped out.
You misunderstand.
He took a stud, out of my chest, and ripped it out. Not out of my ear.
og reached out sharply, and grabbed hold of one of the large black studs screwed into Patricks body. With a savage wrench that caused his bullet wound to send shooting pains up his arm, it was pulled free in a spray of blood
And hammering Snyders genitals in? Is that really needed? Breaking his jaw?
I am not accepting or acknowledging any of those ridiculous consequences.
And your Answers.com link proved nothing.
Bone can reform over a metal core to a certain extent but these are not fused.
Go ask saunders real quick how his ribs turn into a solid shell of bone. I'm sure he can give you a real realistic answer.
Umm...Exactly how can a bunch of piercings be " Unable to be pulled out...by any man...no matter how strong."...????
They're not normal piercings, they're studs that go directly into my bones. I don't really want to elaborate anymore because I wanted to do it later in the RP.
You agree with what Ghosty did, Fitzz? Thats like me just going in earlier and ripping your ear off, and cutting your genitalia off, I mean honestly.
I believe what ghosty wrote/or rather the reason he wrote the event as he did was to not cause a great deal of damage to your character.ripping out a piercing is a bit different than cutting of someones genitals...unless theirs something about piercings I'm not aware off.
Secondly.there is no "bone" in a person's ear...it's cartilage,so even if the studs were "fused" to the cartilage,they could be ripped out.
You misunderstand.
He took a stud, out of my chest, and ripped it out. Not out of my ear.
og reached out sharply, and grabbed hold of one of the large black studs screwed into Patricks body. With a savage wrench that caused his bullet wound to send shooting pains up his arm, it was pulled free in a spray of blood
And hammering Snyders genitals in? Is that really needed? Breaking his jaw?
I am not accepting or acknowledging any of those ridiculous consequences.
Don’t move sunshine, or this might hurt a bit.” Hog stepped forward slowly, and squatted in front of the cold grey eyes. He gazed into them, and they gazed into him. Hog reached out sharply, and grabbed hold of one of the large black studs screwed into Patricks body. With a savage wrench that caused his bullet wound to send shooting pains up his arm, it was pulled free in a spray of blood. Patrick was breathing heavily, but he didn’t yell out. The eyes kept on staring. Hog stood up, and pocketed the Stud, to keep as a memento. He then slipped back out of the cage, wiping blood from his hands. He looked around briefly, and felt suddenly cold. Jennifer had disappeared completely, but someone else was standing in the shadow of the Van....
Not seeing where ghosty wrote "chest"...all I see is "Body",...the ear could be considered part of the body.
Umm...Exactly how can a bunch of piercings be " Unable to be pulled out...by any man...no matter how strong."...????
They're not normal piercings, they're studs that go directly into my bones. I don't really want to elaborate anymore because I wanted to do it later in the RP.
You agree with what Ghosty did, Fitzz? Thats like me just going in earlier and ripping your ear off, and cutting your genitalia off, I mean honestly.
I believe what ghosty wrote/or rather the reason he wrote the event as he did was to not cause a great deal of damage to your character.ripping out a piercing is a bit different than cutting of someones genitals...unless theirs something about piercings I'm not aware off.
Secondly.there is no "bone" in a person's ear...it's cartilage,so even if the studs were "fused" to the cartilage,they could be ripped out.
You misunderstand.
He took a stud, out of my chest, and ripped it out. Not out of my ear.
og reached out sharply, and grabbed hold of one of the large black studs screwed into Patricks body. With a savage wrench that caused his bullet wound to send shooting pains up his arm, it was pulled free in a spray of blood
And hammering Snyders genitals in? Is that really needed? Breaking his jaw?
I am not accepting or acknowledging any of those ridiculous consequences.
Don’t move sunshine, or this might hurt a bit.” Hog stepped forward slowly, and squatted in front of the cold grey eyes. He gazed into them, and they gazed into him. Hog reached out sharply, and grabbed hold of one of the large black studs screwed into Patricks body. With a savage wrench that caused his bullet wound to send shooting pains up his arm, it was pulled free in a spray of blood. Patrick was breathing heavily, but he didn’t yell out. The eyes kept on staring. Hog stood up, and pocketed the Stud, to keep as a memento. He then slipped back out of the cage, wiping blood from his hands. He looked around briefly, and felt suddenly cold. Jennifer had disappeared completely, but someone else was standing in the shadow of the Van....
Not seeing where ghosty wrote "chest"...all I see is "Body",...the ear could be considered part of the body.
He wrote stud that was "screwed into Patricks body".
Its pretty clear that the was talking about one of the studs in my chest/stomach area.
"pulled out in a spray of blood"
There wouldn't be a spray of blood if he pulled it out of my ear.
I have 6 or 7 earrings on both my ears, and one vertical industrial bar going through the center. None of these are screwed in, and none of them are hard to pull out, and none of them would cause a spray of blood. I have the vertical industrial bars in my ears right now. I barely bled when I had them put in.
Karon wrote:
Go ask saunders real quick how his ribs turn into a solid shell of bone. I'm sure he can give you a real realistic answer.
Well since you did ask,
The space between a person ribs is called the Intercostal space and is made up of muscle that basically is used as a mechanical means of breathing. Your ribs are shaped the way they are to flex as your chest cavity expands and contracts.
Now having said that, so long as your chest cavity was able to expand and contract allowing your lungs to function you could have a near solid bone structure to cover it without suffering from asphyxiation.
And if you take a closer look at my actual post:
"his ribs have nearly fused completely together..."
Also, as long as his diaphragm is capable of changing the internal pressure within his lungs, Saunders would be alright despite being a freak.
As far as the RP goes, Hog beat a woman and its fair to say he would indeed mash a guy's potatoes if he wanted to. In terms of injuries received there was nothing fatal and he basically gave them high school beatings. Are they hurt, yeah but they'll recover in no time.
So Snyder got beaten up, Patrick got punched, Saunders is a freak, Tomb is still layed up, Halon is recovering from broken ribs, Hog is heading back to the camp, Jennifer is STILL threatening Halon, freakin' stalker.
halonachos wrote:Also, as long as his diaphragm is capable of changing the internal pressure within his lungs, Saunders would be alright despite being a freak.
As far as the RP goes, Hog beat a woman and its fair to say he would indeed mash a guy's potatoes if he wanted to. In terms of injuries received there was nothing fatal and he basically gave them high school beatings. Are they hurt, yeah but they'll recover in no time.
So Snyder got beaten up, Patrick got punched, Saunders is a freak, Tomb is still layed up, Halon is recovering from broken ribs, Hog is heading back to the camp, Jennifer is STILL threatening Halon, freakin' stalker.
NO! NO! and NYET!!...Tombstone didn't get shot...he um...he was gifted a basket of fluffy little kittens by Patrick,who then transformed into a giant pink stud covered bat and flew away into the stratosphere...never to be seen again.
And Saunders is no freak...he's simply a Muppet gone batgak insane.
Jennifer however...still a stalker...yup...but she doesn't want to kill Halon...she wants to smother him in ketchup and force him to run about the camp screaming " I"M A FRENCH FRIE!!!!!"
FITZZ wrote: You've made it abundantly clear in your past few post that you don't except any of the narrative that ghosty wrote.
That you don't accept that a stud/studs were ripped from your characters Pearson.
That you don't accept that the NPCs were harmed/damaged.
That overall you don't accept any harm coming to your character,regardless of the situation.
I'm not in a GM posistion. Take it up with Dark.
Incorrect.
I took the 5 or 6 stab wounds very realistically, because I can't do anything.
I don't accept that Ghosty maimed my characters, without consulting me. I thought all injuries inflicted were to be done by the GM through events, not us.
In fact, I was assured by Ghosty via PM that no harm would come to my character....and took my characters and went ahead with Theron getting shot in the chest and Snyder shooting, which I told him I didn't want at all.
He took control of my characters, made them do actions I told him I didn't want to happen, and then after assuring me he wouldn't harm them, broke Snyders jaw, maimed his genitalia (really?), and tore a stud out of Patricks chest, which he shouldn't have been able to.
But, after all, feth me. My opinion over my own characters doesn't matter.
Oh, that better not be the same bullet i'm thinking about, the only way Halon's seeing that is down the end of a berrel. (you could make it a different bullet, one with Jennifers name on it)
Overall I liked it, expecially the stud ripping(clever), but just run away and leave me to deal with the mad medic.
@silver how did you know my real name =0
And besides i use a chainsaw not an axe ______
Fox and Helen were drinking their third cop of coffee. I had been a long time ago since she last drunk coffee.
And now she almost couldn't stop. She poored some hot water in for her fourth cup.
"So, what did you do before all this" helen asked to keep the conversation going.
"There isn't realy much to say." she said. "I never knew my parents, they left when I was three years old"
"I'm sorry to hear that." "No, you don't have to be sorry. I never knew them, so I don't really care."
"Since then i went trough an entire legion of fostenr parents. But they all said I was to wild" Fox said with a slight smile.
"So one day I decided it was enough and ran away. Then joined some gangers, until .... Well, you know."
"Yea, I know" helen signed as they both listend to the scrapping of nails at the door.
The three bikers entered Tombstones room in the Med Center,each one feeling a tinge of fear over the cold vicious light dancing in their leaders eyes.
They had all seen this look before and knew that it meant that Tombstone was doing some seriously evil plotting.
" So...how you feeling Boss" Scratch said as they approached Tombstones bed.
" Feel?" the biker grined a tight evil grin " I'll tell you exactly how I feel...I feel like I blew a perfect chance to rid the world of that fething piece of gak...I feel like the some half assed divine intervention...reached out and snatched him away before I could finish slicing his heart from his body...I feel like too many of our people have died because of this feth....and because of me.."
" You!?" Deadman asked
" Yes...me" Tombstone said " I keep dragging you guys into this....my fight with Patrick is mine...not yours...and yet my people keep dying..and he keeps slipping away."
" With all respect Stone." Deadman said " That's Bull Gak"
Tombstone stared at Deadman " Bull Gak!?"
" Yes Bull Gak!?" Deadman spat " You know the code...the enemy of one Satans Servant is the enemy of all Satans Servants....your fight with Patrick isn't just your fight...it's all of our fight....it stopped being your fight the minute the first Satans Servant died at that fethers hands."
Tombstone thought for a moment and nodded " I suppose so..."
" I should let you know" Deadman said " We have some allies out there keeping an eye out for Patrick...they have kill on sight orders."
" Allies?" Tombstone asked " What allies?"
" The Snakes...apparently some of them survived the outbreak as well...they showed up not to long ago hunting supplies" Deadman said " I struck a deal with them"
" Snakes?" Tombstone said with a laugh " As in the other local Motorcycle club?...those Snakes?"
" Yes" Deadman said " Those Snakes."
Tombstone threw his head back and roared laughter,it caused pain to flare in his stomach,but he couldn't help it " Ain't that rich" the biker laughed " We clashed with The Snakes a dozen times...and now they are working with us..I love it."
" I thought you'd enjoy that bit of information" Deadman said.
" I respect 'em" Tombstone said " My fights with them in the past were all about business...never anything personal."
" So Boss" Scratch interrupted " What's your plans?...I know ya gotta have some."
" Oh..." Tombstones eyes narrowed and his evil grin spread " You better believe I have some plans..." the biker grinned wider,his eyes a flame with maniacal light " Gather round my Brothers...and let old Tombstone tell you just what I have in mind."
Dear God.. what a mess you have all created.. ugh..
Obviously whatever I rule over the current problem, someone is going to get annoyed. I'll say it now, things are in the favor of ghosty's side, however, I had no idea that any of this was going to happen, so next time, it might be an idea to run things 'like that' by me.
It's a shame your characters are taking such a beating, Patrick, but don't worry.. they'll have their revenge soon enough.. I'll see to that.. Mwahaha..
As for Tombstone's plan.. hell, that could be trying to build up a fresh milk supply from men's nipples for all anyone who isn't FITZZ knows..
Now, where were we? Oh yeah, the other..stuff..
I guess this all kind of puts what I've been planning on hold.. no matter.
I also see everyone ending up at the lumber yard soon.. Robbie's lot aren't gonna want to stay where they are with all the zeds around now, hell I don't know why they didn't just join the bikers/Halon's group immediately.. eh, no matter. Jennifer will undoubtedly mobilize and attempt to bring ruination and suffering upon the inhabitants of the lumber yard.
As for EVERYONE in the lumber camp, they have so, so, so, so, SO, TOTALLY got to get some sleep. Most of them have been running for 24 hours now. Actually, more than that. GO TO BED KIDDIES. Or else more ruination and suffering.. and you'll lose all your fights..
And hey, this thread has outlived the last one! Woohoo!
And as for why I haven't been moderating much recently, my mate had a sleep over here and another friend came round.. we played some plastic spacemans fightfight.
Extracting milk from man nipples??...your a strange one Darko.
Anywho...That's not exactly Tombstones plan...It's slightly less disturbing than man milking....but not by much.
As for the " What happened in the cell with Hog and Patrick/friends...I shot you..NO!YOU DIDN"T!!stampstampstamp!!" situation,hopefully there's some resolution...before the RP becomes a mess.
Now,on to other things...With the exception of Mace,Deadman,Cutter and Scratch...pretty much everyone else at the Lumber Camp has gotten a chance to rest,hell Tombstones been dozing like a baby for a while...but I'll see to it that the rest of the bikers get a little nap time.
Also,Robbie and his crew came to the lumber camp for supplies,but would have no reason to hang about,as they had no knowledge of the zed attack taking place back at their "base"...now,perhaps when they get back to their stronghold/bunker...and see what's happening,they may rescue their companions and return to the lumber camp....but that would be Scrazz/sillyboy & Silvers call.
What else?..Oh yes...the Jennifer situation...that should get interesting.
" And...the best part is...once we do it...nothing on earth will be able to save Patrick's life the next time we meet" Deadman grinned " Not his armour...nothing...he won't be able to get away from us this time."
" We'll have to talk with Buckley...we'll need his help" Cutter said. "...and I'm not exactly crazy about the idea of leaving the camp....but feth it...I'm in."
" Good...it's on then." Deadman smiled " but first we need to get some rest....got to be bright eyed and bushy tailed before we start on the first part of Tombstones plan."
The bikers all nodded and went off to get some much needed sleep.
ghosty wrote:Ah y'know what. You win Karon. I'm out.
Have fun with the Rp all, and remember, don't do anything to Karons characters in any way, or he'll rage you all to death!
If ghosty is bowing out,then I'm going to pack it in as well,an Rp in which the objective becomes one of pacifying a player so they don't pitch a fit when something "bad" happens to their character,rather than having fun and creating a cool story/narrative is not what I had in mind when I joined up.
Ha, yeah, bow out, Ghosty. I'm sure you feel you are in the right completely.
We discussed what was going to happen via PM's, and I PM'd you, that if you wanted to right it, that I wanted these certain things followed, which you said Ok to.
And then you continued the part that you gave to me for discussion over, unchanged, and just went off it and beat the gak out of my characters. Honestly, I see no point in you asking my opinion on what your righting if you aren't going to even take into consideration what I say.
I'm sure that it feels fine that you can take control of my characters at a whim, and just do whatever the hell you want with them.
Unbelievable, I have to say.
I told you that I didn't want the girl hurt as much as possible, that I didn't want snyder to shoot, and for Theron not to get shot (obviously since Snyder didn't shoot)
But you ignored it, and just went your merry way even though you gave me the part to revise yourself.
I'm sorry, but there's no argument here. I left, not because I wanted to get the last word in, but because I felt that continuing interactions with you, and to carry on pretending I even gave a crap about you or your opinions was utter fallacy. You do realise that behind this rp there has been an intricate web of PMs discussing... you. And it's not good things. Never the less, I hope you have real fun in an rp which, much to my regret, is crashing and burning. Fitzz feels obliged to leave with me, for he harbours similar beliefs to me, JP, from what Fitzz has said, wants to leave as well, so that removes the core players. As much as I regret what transpired in the rp, and as much as I feel that I've let down Dark, I felt I had no other choice. I mean hell, if Dark simply booted you, we'd never hear the end of your impetuousity.
So long, and thanks for all the fish guys, it was fun until someone threw teddy out of the pram.
You may be correct on that point, I obviously didn't read any private communications between ghosty and yourself ...so I won't address that aspect of the situation.
My problem lies in the fact that throughout this RP you have posted on more than one occasion that " Your Character will not die!", " My Character won't be dying alone!" and other similar remarks.
The rest of us simply throw our cards on the table and except whatever Dark dishes out,I had a character that I spent some considerable time crafting in the previous RP become paralyzed at the beginning of this one...did I go into a screaming tantrum...no...I accepted it into the storyline and went with it.
I had two other NPCs that I had also spent a great deal of time creating,one got roasted alive,the other ripped to pieces,as well as several other NPCs being killed off....did I demand that Dark Take it back...or complain in any way...NOPE...I added it to the story.
Your character receives a few stab wounds,which you basically ignore the effects of,and your NPCs get a few lumps and it becomes a damn federal case.
Well, i'm not going to continue without the rest of the cast...
i'm sorry it's had to end this way, but you both have valid points,
Ghosty, if you said you would do one thing to karon, you can't just turn round and do another. that's mean.
Karon, GM(darks) word is LAW, he is essentialy judge dredd, take everything in your stride and try to carry on, if your Biker hideout gets toasted pack up and move to your friends, If you get knifed 10kazillion times in the chest crawl away and hope one of your goods has type O blood that he's willing to share.
I never said I was going to do anything Karon said. I Pmed him about the initial part, so he wouldn't do what he did previously. You cant expect me to PM him everytime I post an Rp, and pander to his every needs. Y'know, in hindsight, I should have completely agreed with his
' I'm not even in the base camp any more, I'm back on the road, heading for New Yoorrrkk! '
If he went there, he'd be out of our hair for a good long time.
ghosty wrote:I never said I was going to do anything Karon said. I Pmed him about the initial part, so he wouldn't do what he did previously. You cant expect me to PM him everytime I post an Rp, and pander to his every needs. Y'know, in hindsight, I should have completely agreed with his
' I'm not even in the base camp any more, I'm back on the road, heading for New Yoorrrkk! '
If he went there, he'd be out of our hair for a good long time.
That would have been for the best...hindsight is 20/20 ya know.
"F*ck this I can't be bothered with any more arguments" Jennifer said, drawing her sub machine gun, she cocked the waepon and walked towards the cage. "OY, you" she said shouldering the wepon. the inhabitants of the cage looked up, and she opened fire. spraying round after round of ammo into the poor helpless people. Everybody was dead. she opened the door and drew her sword, dicing up the bodies into chunks just to be sure.
"Can we get on with the game now" She called up looking up at the sky" some she could see the shapes of people through what looked like a glass floor, two pandas wrestling over a chair, what looked like something out of an old arcade game and a man with a tiny hat on, they all stoped what they were doing and looked down.
"well, feth me look at that, the little character solved our problem for us, lets carry on" the man in the tiny hat said.
suddenly a man who looked just like one of the people she had just mauled stuck his head up to the glass
"NOOOO, what did she do to my character" it said "it solved our problem" oone of the pandas replied, taking some bambo out of it's pocket
Then suddenly Na'vi, Na'vi everwhere, singing cat-people songs and riding on giant butterfies doing the funky chicken. but it was OK because suddenly Colonel Quaritch dived out the sky in his AMP suit and began blowing the Na'vi appart with the suit mounted autocannon. He left the AMP and a dragon gunship for Jennifer to use against the russians before flying back into space to kill the Na'vi before anybody cared about them
OOC: ghosty, your avatar looks very bare without your santa hat
"F*ck this I can't be bothered with any more arguments" Jennifer said, drawing her sub machine gun, she cocked the waepon and walked towards the cage. "OY, you" she said shouldering the wepon. the inhabitants of the cage looked up, and she opened fire. spraying round after round of ammo into the poor helpless people. Everybody was dead. she opened the door and drew her sword, dicing up the bodies into chunks just to be sure.
"Can we get on with the game now" She called up looking up at the sky" some she could see the shapes of people through what looked like a glass floor, two pandas wrestling over a chair, what looked like something out of an old arcade game and a man with a tiny hat on, they all stoped what they were doing and looked down.
"well, feth me look at that, the little character solved our problem for us, lets carry on" the man in the tiny hat said.
suddenly a man who looked just like one of the people she had just mauled stuck his head up to the glass
"NOOOO, what did she do to my character" it said "it solved our problem" oone of the pandas replied, taking some bambo out of it's pocket
edit; ghosty you should make him braveheart
You forgot the creepy blue girl dancing the funky chicken.
"Then suddenly Na'vi, Na'vi everwhere, singing cat-people songs and riding on giant butterfies doing the funky chicken. but it was OK because suddenly Colonel Quaritch dived out the sky in his AMP suit and began blowing the Na'vi appart with the suit mounted autocannon. He left the AMP and a dragon gunship for Jennifer to use against the russians before flying back into space to kill the Na'vi before anybody cared about them"
Fitzz, you're making things up. How in the hell did I ignore stab wounds? My character has done...nothing? He layed in the truck, and then stood up outside.
Hillarious, really. That y'all have been PM'ing about me.
This RP has been pretty haphazard since Dark did the event that made Patrick into the incredible hulk and able to dropkick windshields out of hummers.
Ghosty, you PM'd me and asked me what I wanted changed in it, I gave you what I thought should be changed, and you ignored it. What more do you want?
I realize that all of you have a personal dislike of me for whatever reason.
The reason I've been saying "I'm not going to die" is because at the start of the last RP, I was given a terribly thought out death, that made no sense.
And then at the start of this one, I was given a death sentence at the first sight of contact with someone.
What a waste of time this has been...PMing eachother about me..how childish.
Let's attempt to cover this in as simple a manner as possible
Karon wrote:Fitzz, you're making things up. How in the hell did I ignore stab wounds? My character has done...nothing? He layed in the truck, and then stood up outside.
If you wish to split hairs,I'll rephrase what I initially said,perhaps you didn't "ignore" that your character had been stabbed,as that would have been an impossibility,however it was reasonably evident that there was no effort on your part to RP the seriousness of the wounds that had been sustained,whereas other players had their characters laid up in hospital bed undergoing surgeries/treatment,you single RP concerning the wounds consisted primarily of your character receiving minor treatment and little else.
I realize this RP takes place in an imaginary world,filled with imaginary situations,but even in fantasy some attempts at realism should apply.
Hillarious, really. That y'all have been PM'ing about me.
Nice that you find humour in this,but ultimately no one is obligated to inform you of every conversation that takes place between various individuals,regardless of the subject of that discussion.
However,the primary reason discussion took place in PM was due to the general consensus that any discussion pertaining to grievance about your RPs/etc placed in the thread would lead only to more foot stamping.
This RP has been pretty haphazard since Dark did the event that made Patrick into the incredible hulk and able to dropkick windshields out of hummers.
I'll agree with this sentiment,however,as I attempted to convey earlier,when certain events don't go as expected you can either accept it and work it into the storyline...or walk away.
Ghosty, you PM'd me and asked me what I wanted changed in it, I gave you what I thought should be changed, and you ignored it. What more do you want?
Again,haven't read any discussions between you and ghosty.
I realize that all of you have a personal dislike of me for whatever reason.
Paranoid and not relevant to the discussion at hand.
The reason I've been saying "I'm not going to die" is because at the start of the last RP, I was given a terribly thought out death, that made no sense.
The decision to kill your character in the previous RP was based on(at least on my part) the style in which you choose to RP,basically being involved in an RP with a character who is,for all intents and purposes,lifted straight out of an anime and deposited into the ongoing narrative is dull,unimaginative and uninspired.
And then at the start of this one, I was given a death sentence at the first sight of contact with someone.
Again,not my department,Dark wrote the event...everyone else involved played the cards they had been dealt,if you didn't want other characters in the RP to act in a hostile manner towards your character then perhaps you should have taken a bit more time in actually creating a character other than an "Unstoppable uber ninja Naruto cast member"
What a waste of time this has been...PMing eachother about me..how childish.
Childish?....perhaps,but honestly the vast majority of the conversations that took place in PM were,as I stated, done so in attempts to prevent the entire thread from devolving into a "shouting match".
Okay so what we have now is a dissolving RP. Not necessarily a bad thing nor a good thing, but a thing that could swing either way.
We have the option of letting this thread/RP/story to die, or we could take a break from the RP as we did the first one and let another person be DM/GM for that one.
We have a long running cast and some new people so if we could keep a reminder of who was who and who did what we could come back after maybe a month with our batteries recharged and continue the story.
Like I said, we should have a new GM/DM from the game already so that Darkvoid can directly control Shadow for the next one. That means one of use RP'ers will have to sit out momentarily which shouldn't be hard seeing as though most of the people in the RP have met up and could have another player cover for them.
Just remember that the last one ended with a swarm attacking the mansion and then a mass exodus by the players, this one ended with the players reunited in a lumber camp with one new arch-nemesis whou could potentially ally himself with the other arch-nemesis.
If that's all fine and good, I'll summarize, ahem:
Tombstone and Daisy meet Patrick--> Patrick maims Daisy and kills other bikers.
Tombstone kills Daisy and swears revenge--> Patrick meets Halon.
Halon and Patrick become friends--> Halon and Patrick meet up with angry bikers.
Momentary happiness--> Tombstone fething hates Patrick.
Halon finds out about a probable attack on the hotel--> Group leaves hotel to find another shelter.
Pineville is bombed--> Survivors leave Pineville.
Saunders goes crazy in lumber camp--> Everything goes crazy in lumber camp.
Patrick and Tomb have an epic battle--> Patrick leaves to fight another day.
Hog meets Jen's group--> Jen plans to use Hog.
Pineville survivors meet up with lumber camp group--> Patrick meets Jennifer.
Hog connects the dots--> Hog told to deliver warning to Halon and Tombstone.
Write up one final event to tie this one off and we'll call it a wrap.
Karon wrote:The reason I've been saying "I'm not going to die" is because at the start of the last RP, I was given a terribly thought out death, that made no sense.
Karon, as much as I like to try and include everyone, no matter their skill at RP, level of English, personality, etc, in the game that I ran I got quite a lot of complaints about how your character behaved, to the point where I was forced to kill him off (not to mention you were a nightmare to try and fit into the world we were playing as, as Fitzz said in an earlier post, you are trying to play some kind of Anime superpowered guy who was at odds with everyone else).
Now, I get that it takes all sorts to make a world (real and imagined), but from what we've seen in this and the other zombie RP's, you have played exactly the same way; to whit aggressively towards other players (both IC and OOC). I would love to be able to play or DM a game where everyone got on, including yourself, and I know that you have gone out of your way on occasion to tie your character's actions in to what others have RP'd, so it is obvious that you do want to try and RP. However, based on feedback from this and other games we have all been a part of, you might want to think about changing your character to be more "at one" with the rest of the game setting (although I have no idea why he was made into the Ikea version of the Hulk, so there you go ), and accept that every character is simply a mortal.
Hell, I knew that I would not be able to RP much in this game, so I created a character that others can use or ignore as they wish. She has skills which are not front line, meaning that if people don't want to RP her, she can just sit in the background without any trouble. I tried to make it such that she can be as important as anyone wishes to make her (as a Russian, she may have access to secrets the other American characters would lack for example) without adding any intrinsic importance.
My character was based off an already existing character...he was made immortal by Dark, I mean, I would have never imagined him dropkicking a hummer window, and avoiding machine gun fire and pulling a Chuck Norris on alien 'roids.
I really am just pissed off right now, I agree with Halon in any case, and suggest we take a break.
I'm not going to argue on my earlier RP character, he was meant to die early, but I shouldn't be complaining about his death in any case. Apologies for even bringing that up, but, I did.
I didn't want my character to be a super hulk badass assassin, but I couldn't just make him back into what I wanted him to be after Dark made me perform acts that require superhuman dexterity and strength. Much like Fitzz couldn't just forgot I killed Daisy and had a cold one with me.
I...do accept that every character is mortal. Realistically, both me and Fitzz should be dead. The odds of the two bullets not hitting something vital, or 5 to 6 stab wounds not hitting something vital, really isn't realistic. If we aren't going to take liberal use of killing eachother off, realism can only go so far.
I mean, my character being very resistant to actually feeling Pain isn't unheard of, people have simply been born this way. If Saunder's ribcage can be a shell of bone, my character can be the one in a million who can barely feel pain, haha.
Anyways, heres my tie off, if we do indeed intend to simply take a break, or, let childish dislikes ruin a perfectly workable situation. I realize I may have overreacted to what Ghosty did, but I don't feel I was in the wrong with my outburst completely.
As for the pulling out the stud out of my chest, I'm ignoring it. It being pulled out would realistically kill my character, and Hog wouldn't be able to pull it out with two fingers, as that's all he can grip it with.
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Patrick layed on the bed, watching the woman rush in.
"Damn....the luck" Patrick whispered, before falling unconscious
I want to continue this RP, and have fun in doing so.
Personally I just think that one side or whatever (I am not saying which and also I am NOT trying to be the peacemaker) has just got to say sorry, realise that they have made mistakes, and attend to them, making them right again, so that we all can continue.
Also, personally I think that this would be a pretty stupid way to put an end to what has been (and hopefully still will be) a beautiful, and thrilling RP.
I'm not about to let this roleplay die, because I have a great deal of plans for it, and I was really looking forward to letting them come to fruition. I still am. Also, this morning, I made a decision: I am going to make one damn big event as soon as I find the time, which will be hard considering it's the first day of school tomorrow, but hell I'm willing to put the work in.
The event will take place from just after Patrick and co leave the lumber camp up until the present time - roughly 9:30-10:00 AM I reckon.
As for roleplaying Shadow, by damn he will be in this roleplay. He is central to the story line that this is all leading up to, as you'll all find out soon enough (roughly one in-game day - maybe 2.. we'll see).
So, to sum it up, I'm going to take a considerable amount of time out of my life which is going to be really busy in the next few days anyway, to sort all of this out, as I am the GM - so I have just one question: who's with me?
To be perfectly honest Dark,I'm torn concerning weather to continue or not.
Obviously,I respect you and in no way want to derail the RP as I appreciate the time and effort you've put into it.
And Clearly,I too have spent a great deal of time and effort in attempting to craft an interesting narrative,creating Characters and attempting to infuse them with some sort of personality that makes them,at least on a base level,somewhat interesting,as well as attempting to conceive of various story lines/plot twist etc,that would make the RP a a better experience.
Having invested that amount of time on my part,it should be rather obvious that it took a great deal of frustration for me to throw up my hands and say "feth it."
I care about the RP,and I care about the overall story we are trying to tell with in it,you of all people should be aware of that.
The actions of those who have placed "self preservation" so far above crafting the story have become truly irritating,how many times have I PMed you stating I was more than willing to allow my character to die?...how many NPCs have I created that you killed off in the interest of making an interesting plot line with out a single complaint from me?
An RP can not exist if a single character/player must be pacified at all times...it just doesn't work.
Agreed, naturally. And I will admit, I have tried to keep Patrick alive, hard though it was, but with the intention of giving everyone a bit of "breathing space" when I wrote the last Player Event. By that I mean, Karon could go off and do his own thing, after speaking with Jennifer and whatever, and meanwhile the rest of you do whatever until Ninja decided to roll in the tanks.
Of course, the whole incident at Jennifer's 'crib' went, rather obviously, very badly to put it mildly. And of course, now I have to sort it out, seeing as how I had only intended for Karon's characters to go over there, get patched up and give some information then bugger off to do whatever he had in mind.
Also, quite a few of you are considering leaving even though you're not "overly" involved in the problem. Ninja, FITZZ, leaving because ghosty is, frankly, in my opinion silly. I admit, I don't want ghosty to leave and I was about to throw in a Wild Card for him to play, when this mess happened. Happened on the two days I was busy with mates, mind you..
Anyway, if you guys really do decide to leave, then I'll just take your characters and force myself to roleplay them for the sake of continuing the story with the hopes that you'll all return. Of course, that won't really be fun for anybody.
So, lets just make friends again, promise to message ME about every other damn little thing (or rather every big thing) you want to do.
As for you, Karon, yes the first event was terrible, but I've already apologized for it, so don't expect another "sorry". Just use your imagination guys, and say that he shot the glass with his rifle in mid-air or something first. I dunno. But we really shouldn't be referring back to the beginning of the roleplay, IMHO.
And don't get me wrong, if there is another serious event involving a big fight between them, or hell, anyone, then I can assure you someone will probably die. I just want everyone to have a decent chance of having fun and surviving to the climactic end which will probably see most of the characters die anyway.
So dudes and dudettes (not that we have any dudettes.. I assume) just get over it, learn from my, and your, mistakes and continue on. Except for those at Jenny's base.
yey, we're all happy again, glad we can rezolve the issue, even if it's at the point of Darks avatar's bolter
Dark wrote:And don't get me wrong, if there is another serious event involving a big fight between them, or hell, anyone, then I can assure you someone will probably die. I just want everyone to have a decent chance of having fun and surviving to the climactic end which will probably see most of the characters die anyway.
I presume they don't include zombies and russians(excluding Helena)
At first I was thinking, "Aw crap I'm all alone, lets get some kids to be Falco's companions," a little later "Well they are a little annoying and crap, time to die kiddos, now should I have a girl to fall in love with Falco, yeah that sounds cool!" new player joins "Aw crap Catour is trying to hit with her :("
Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:At first I was thinking, "Aw crap I'm all alone, lets get some kids to be Falco's companions," a little later "Well they are a little annoying and crap, time to die kiddos, now should I have a girl to fall in love with Falco, yeah that sounds cool!" new player joins "Aw crap Catour is trying to hit with her :("
What's that all about?
Anyhoo, waiting on fitzz answer to dark's reply, unless its already happening trough PM's......
Darkvoidof40k wrote:Agreed, naturally. And I will admit, I have tried to keep Patrick alive, hard though it was, but with the intention of giving everyone a bit of "breathing space" when I wrote the last Player Event. By that I mean, Karon could go off and do his own thing, after speaking with Jennifer and whatever, and meanwhile the rest of you do whatever until Ninja decided to roll in the tanks.
Of course, the whole incident at Jennifer's 'crib' went, rather obviously, very badly to put it mildly. And of course, now I have to sort it out, seeing as how I had only intended for Karon's characters to go over there, get patched up and give some information then bugger off to do whatever he had in mind.
Also, quite a few of you are considering leaving even though you're not "overly" involved in the problem. Ninja, FITZZ, leaving because ghosty is, frankly, in my opinion silly. I admit, I don't want ghosty to leave and I was about to throw in a Wild Card for him to play, when this mess happened. Happened on the two days I was busy with mates, mind you..
Anyway, if you guys really do decide to leave, then I'll just take your characters and force myself to roleplay them for the sake of continuing the story with the hopes that you'll all return. Of course, that won't really be fun for anybody.
So, lets just make friends again, promise to message ME about every other damn little thing (or rather every big thing) you want to do.
As for you, Karon, yes the first event was terrible, but I've already apologized for it, so don't expect another "sorry". Just use your imagination guys, and say that he shot the glass with his rifle in mid-air or something first. I dunno. But we really shouldn't be referring back to the beginning of the roleplay, IMHO.
And don't get me wrong, if there is another serious event involving a big fight between them, or hell, anyone, then I can assure you someone will probably die. I just want everyone to have a decent chance of having fun and surviving to the climactic end which will probably see most of the characters die anyway.
So dudes and dudettes (not that we have any dudettes.. I assume) just get over it, learn from my, and your, mistakes and continue on. Except for those at Jenny's base.
good!
What's that all about?
