ghosty wrote:And at who? No ones in a vehicle at the moment :s
I can only assume that he's firing at our characters,as we are the only ones who actually are mobile in any sort of vehicles ATM...3 Harley's and a Hummer.
Shadow had been watching the strange russian giant up to the point that it began to fire a rocket at an empty truck.
Shadow lept at the giant and landed a right hook on the giant's muscular jaw. The jaw broke and opera music began to play due to the sheer awesomeness Shadow had just unleashed.
Shadow had forgotten his power of awesome and assumed that the music was a ploy being used by the russian to scare him. It wasn't going to work.
Shadow lunged at the giant and dealt a series of body blows that caused several of the giant's organs to implode. The giant swung wildly at an attempt to crush Shadow, but Shadow dodged and grabbed the giant's arm only to turn it into licorice, red licorice.
The presence of the red licorice only infuriated Shadow more as he hated Russians or as he knew them "Reds". With the fury of a thousand wild bulls on fire, Shadow launched himself at the giant, piercing the giant's torso with his body and exploding out of the other side in an act of manliness so great it caused every man within a 500 mile radius to grow a massive beard and punch the closest object to them and caused every woman within a 500 mile radius to experience pleasures unknown to them.
The giant stumbled and fell to the ground, exploding into 1,000 tiny bunnies as soon as its body impacted with the ground.
Shadow flew into the sky and donned a pair of sunglasses, and gave Jesus a high five.
halonachos wrote:Shadow had been watching the strange russian giant up to the point that it began to fire a rocket at an empty truck.
Shadow lept at the giant and landed a right hook on the giant's muscular jaw. The jaw broke and opera music began to play due to the sheer awesomeness Shadow had just unleashed.
Shadow had forgotten his power of awesome and assumed that the music was a ploy being used by the russian to scare him. It wasn't going to work.
Shadow lunged at the giant and dealt a series of body blows that caused several of the giant's organs to implode. The giant swung wildly at an attempt to crush Shadow, but Shadow dodged and grabbed the giant's arm only to turn it into licorice, red licorice.
The presence of the red licorice only infuriated Shadow more as he hated Russians or as he knew them "Reds". With the fury of a thousand wild bulls on fire, Shadow launched himself at the giant, piercing the giant's torso with his body and exploding out of the other side in an act of manliness so great it caused every man within a 500 mile radius to grow a massive beard and punch the closest object to them and caused every woman within a 500 mile radius to experience pleasures unknown to them.
The giant stumbled and fell to the ground, exploding into 1,000 tiny bunnies as soon as its body impacted with the ground.
Shadow flew into the sky and donned a pair of sunglasses, and gave Jesus a high five.
ghosty wrote:Brilliant! Only problem is there was a missile still flying towards us. I assume it got transformed into an unassumingly shaped fruit?
In a brilliant flash,the missile streaking towards the Hummer was transformed into millions of bite sized chocolate dough nuts,Tombstone and his friends paused to enjoy a delightful little snack before pushing on towards the buildings in the distance.
- I was sooooo wondering when Halon was gonna start doing those again.
On a more serious note, lemme just clarify Shadow's combat skills once and for all.
Btw, the music on this is not actually part of the clips. Also, sorry for the low quality. Best I could find on youtube. Although, rather incidently, this is kinda how I imagined Shadow looking by the end of the first RP before I'd seen this film
@TNG - We're not ganging up on you here or anything dude, but some players have voiced their concern at you joining. As GM, I am ruling the following:
If you want to be a part of this roleplay you must -
1) Listen to the GMs instructions or lack of; you didn't actually wait for me to accept your character before posting.
2) Please, either improve your Literacy or use Microsoft Word spellcheck before posting IC. It's much easier on the eyes. 3) What exactly is your character doing?
4) Make sure to read the entire thread to catch up. Yes, this will be tedious, but I always have this policy for 'late joiners'.
The three of them sat at a the sherrif's desk, drinking some old vintage wine found in a bar down the road.They started to play cards. In these days you didn't had many options to spend one's free time. Survival took iver most of their time. But Robbie, Fox and Red didn't had any better to do then play cards. They had set up the basics for a starting comune. They sent a message on the radio, and now they just had to wait for the survivors to roll in.
Fox looked up, away from her cards, out the window.
"It's gotten dark since last time we checked outside." Fox said. "We should go on one last patrol, and then lock up the place. Red, did you burn the gun shop?"
"Yeah I did, Fox. I'll stay here, I'll wait for any survivors wanting to join our cosy comune. As the mayor of this town, I can, you know."
Red took a swig of wine, and the put his legs on a free chair.
"Ugh, this wine bores me. Isn't there anèy good booze to get here?" Red Rat asked to nobody in particular.
Robbie got up, and left for the doors, saying nothing, taking his task seriously.
"See ya later Red. Beware for creeping walkers, Red." Fox warned.
The two went outside, and stood gazing outside.
"No sorrow?" asked Robbie.
"For what?"
Robbie pointed at the gun shop.
"Oh...I hope they turn into zeds, so I can kill them again. Basterds..." Fox looked at the sky above. She noticed Robbie wanted to ask.
"No, I won't tell you why, Robbie. Lets just finish our patrol around the station, and get back inside. There may be some zeds around."
Fox went one way, Robbie the opposite.
After a while, Robbie reached the outskirts of Pine Ville. He wanted to head out for another place.
He had reasons to stay.
He pushed that thought out. He sweeped his part of the town. Robbie was just about to return and report the all quite. But then he saw gunfire near that gas station he passed two days ago. He could hear the sound of large calliber rounds. What would they be firing at, he wondered. Zeds? Russians? He hoped they got the message, and were coming to Pine Ville. He just wanted them to kill whatever was coming at them. However you looked at it, Robbie and the rest lay in the path of the attackers. Russians or Zeds, he hoped they got shred to pieces by the gunfire.
I don't think anybody realized HOW FURIOUS HE WAS.
With the fury of a thousand wild bulls on fire
My god.
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Patrick got up, his eyes popping open.
"feth my life..." Patrick groaned
Patrick has an extremely high tolerance for pain, and for this reason, he often says he cant feel it, which isn't far from the truth. He has, however, always had an ache in his lower back.
He was hit by a car in his times of service. Its never been a problem in his life, but he is always hated how that in the first few minutes of him waking from sleeping, it aches like a bitch.
He got off the bed, and stepped into his boots.
He walked over and retrieved the rod from the wall, and slid it into the sheath he has for them inside his jacket arms.
Patrick walked out into the hallway, and down the stairs, into what looked like a cafeteria.
He spotted Halon on a couch, asleep, with a donut on his chest.
He lifted Halon by his jacket onto his feet, still sleeping.
"Halon!" Patrick yelled into his face
Halon woke with a start, attempting to knee who he thought was an attacker in the stomach, which was stopped by Pain's hand, which crumbled in response, but blocked the blow.
"That hurt" Patrick joked, unfortunately, he lost the ability to smile a long, long time ago, so it came out the same way everything he said did. A deep monotone, with nothing but blunt force.
"I wish I could tell" Halon yawned
"I require a purpose, sir" Patrick started, pouring himself some water.
Halon laughed as he picked the donut off the floor, taking a bite.
"You think that is humorous?" Patrick questioned
"Not really" Halon responded plainly
"Do you ever go out for supplies of any kinds?" Pain questioned
"Occasionally we do send out some heavily armed soldiers, including myself, to gather supplies that we are short on" Halon said
"I will do this, with just you" Patrick said
"Why me?" Halon said
"You know how to fire a gun, and you're not dumb. You decided to actually speak to me before shooting me first, unlike all the others.
"So many people have died because they'd rather think of me as a monster, including that ignoramus Glen Beck." Patrick said
"But you, I respect you. You know Pain. I heard the man who you spoke to. He does not know Pain, and if he continues to speak to such a way in my presence, Pain will be forced upon him." Pain spoke plainly
halonachos wrote:Shadow had been watching the strange russian giant up to the point that it began to fire a rocket at an empty truck.
Shadow lept at the giant and landed a right hook on the giant's muscular jaw. The jaw broke and opera music began to play due to the sheer awesomeness Shadow had just unleashed.
Shadow had forgotten his power of awesome and assumed that the music was a ploy being used by the russian to scare him. It wasn't going to work.
Shadow lunged at the giant and dealt a series of body blows that caused several of the giant's organs to implode. The giant swung wildly at an attempt to crush Shadow, but Shadow dodged and grabbed the giant's arm only to turn it into licorice, red licorice.
The presence of the red licorice only infuriated Shadow more as he hated Russians or as he knew them "Reds". With the fury of a thousand wild bulls on fire, Shadow launched himself at the giant, piercing the giant's torso with his body and exploding out of the other side in an act of manliness so great it caused every man within a 500 mile radius to grow a massive beard and punch the closest object to them and caused every woman within a 500 mile radius to experience pleasures unknown to them.
The giant stumbled and fell to the ground, exploding into 1,000 tiny bunnies as soon as its body impacted with the ground.
Shadow flew into the sky and donned a pair of sunglasses, and gave Jesus a high five.
Tombstone revved the engine on the big bike,climbing up to a respectful 60mph,the others kept pace,the Hummer roaring as it closed the distance between itself and the bikes.
Behind him Keira was saying something,he could barely make out her words over the roar of the powerful engine.
The only word he made out clearly was "Daisy".
Tombstone glanced over his shoulder,looking at Keira as best he could and shook his head slowly,hoping to convey the message in that simple gesture.
As their group moved close to the distant buildings Tombstone could make out the faint shadows moving far up ahead.
" More walkers." he thought for an instant " No...I bet it's our welcoming committee."
As the distance closed,the biker began to make some sense out of the shadowy figures ahead,APC's at least three of them,maybe more...plus a few other assorted vehicles.
Tombstone signaled for his group to stop and the small convoy screeched to a halt.
Tombstone lept from his bike,almost spilling Keira onto the road,he caught her and booted the kick stand in place before rushing back to the Hummer.
Saunders was staring straight ahead,a look of absolute hate on his face.
" I'm guessing those are the Russians you were talking about" Tombstone asked Saunders in a casual tone.
Saunders nodded.
" Ok." The Biker continued " Any idea how close our dead heads are?"
Saunders face furrowed for a moment then relaxed " About ten miles or so behind us..they're following our scent...and they're hungry."
Tombstone nodded.
" Your completely bat gak insane Stone." Tasha said " You've placed us right between a horde of fething walkers and a Russian patrol....what the hell are you thinking."
" Not thinking darlin" The biker said "Doing" he smiled a small smile " Trust me..."
" Do I have a choice." Tasha said with a smirk.
" No." Tombstone said,his grin spreading " Not really."
Tombstone walked back over to his motorcycle,he quickly eyed the Tec-9 Keira had strapped to her side.
" Gimme that" He said,pointing at the weapon.
Keira eyed him uncertainly,but did as he asked.
Tombstone shoved the weapon into one of his storage bags and withdrew an HK MP5SD.
"Here" he said handing it to Keira " Much better than that piece of gak you were carrying."
He leaned on his bike and lit a cigarette,closing his eyes reflectively.
" Tombstone" Keira said " What...happened to Daisy."
The biker lowered his head,blowing out smoke,he paused a moment and looked up at Keira,a tear running down his cheek.
Keira said nothing,she understood by seeing a tear in the eye of a man she thought was incapable of tears.
Helena emerged into the daylight. The radio traffic had become more frequent as the civilians had changed direction and headed right for them. She glanced towards the perimeter fence and the scout car guarding the gate. The two APC's which had carried the squads guarding the building and airstrip fired up their engines and raced towards the gate to reinforce it.
Helena just had time to glimpse the bikes and car come to a stop outside the gates and a large biker get to his feet before she ran into the APC with the IO and other soldiers. She made sure that her armoured vest and helmet were secure before tying the safety strap around her waist. The door shut and the engine came to life, jolting the passengers as the vehicle spun round and raced over to join the others...
" What the feth!!!" Tasha said in disbelief " Your fething plan is to get captured?"
" My fething plan is to get us out alive" Tombstone said "...and as far as being captured."....The biker laughed unzipping his leather jacket to reveal two cylindrical tubes harnessed to his sides. " Well...we'll just have to see who captures who."
" What the feth are those things?" Keira asked taking a step back from the biker.
Tombstone laughed " Basically...anti personal explosives...C4 and ball bearings..wired to this." The biker held up a "dead mans detonator" and grinned.." When I arm it...if my thumb comes off the switch...Ka-Boom!!...everything in a twenty yard radius gets vaporized."
" Your fething insane" Tasha said.
" Maybe" the biker replied " I'd intended to use this when I found..him...but...plans change." the biker laughed
" So your going to blow us all up?" Keira asked,her face going pale.
" Oh...not unless I have to" Tombstone said " But our Russian friends wont know that"
" So why draw the walker here?" Cutter said.
" One to get them away from our people at the commune" Tombstone said " And two...to give the Ruskies more to deal with than just us."
" I still think your crazy Stone" Tasha said
" I might be" Tombstone laughed " won't it be fun to see if your right."
The zombie horde was closing the distance,they were now only a few hundred yards away.
" Well" Tombstone said " Time to go meet Ivan." he walked over to his Motorcycle and threw his leg over it,Keira nervously joining him.
" Let's ride Kiddos" the biker said with an evil grin.
As the Bikes revved into life, Keira shifted into a more comfortable position, and leaned over to Tombstone's ear.
"Sorry 'stone, but I ain't planning on dying today."
The slight prod of metallic tubing nudged his back, and Tomb froze.
"F*ck me, you've changed." he said, his eyes fixed ahead, but with a faint grin on his lips.
"Guess I have. All i'm saying is I don't want to be...vaporised. So if your going to do what you feel you must, gimme a signal so I can get out of the vicinity. Just 'cos you have a death wish, it doesn't mean I do."
The gun was retracted from Tombstone's back, and Keira settled back again.
na ill take yuri somewhwere else and if you expect me to buy microsoft for your conveinience (sorry if spelt wrong(sarcasm)) well i don't care this is my first major RP so BYE.
Tombstone smiled,turning slightly to face Keira as best he could from her position sitting on the bike behind him.
He thought back to their first meeting a year ago,all the things they had gone through together,he grinned,she had certainly come a long way from the Pearson she had been...but the..he supposed they all had.
" Don't worry Keira." Tombstone said softly " It's not my plan to die...not here...not yet."
He paused for a moment.
" But if it makes you feel better" The biker continued " If it comes down to where I have to flip the switch...I'll give you plenty of warning."
Keira offered him a small smile " And just how will you do that?" she asked
Tombstone shrugged..then burst out laughing " I'll sing America the Beautiful." he grinned.
Robbie finished his patrol, and retured to the station. It was was almost pitch black outside. Night had settled in. He saw Fox waiting for him in the doorstep.
"anybody?" She asked.
"yeah, saw a convoy or hummers and bikers. survivors probably. But they went the other way. they had a f*uck load of walkers behind them. "
"The it's better that way." Fox replied.
The two of them went in and locked the door, then baricaed it. They went on to the desk area, and found Red Rat had drunk all the wine. And Red was still not drunk. Robbie was jalous of him for that.
The APC coasted to a halt as the rear hatch opened. The IO ordered the gunners to take their places at the guns. Dull thuds could be heard from the other APC's as their top hatches opened and soldiers manned the machine guns, covering the bike that was approaching the gate.
“Придено с мной” “Come with me” the IO said to Helena. “Мне нужно Alexi запахнуть если любое из их заражены” “I need Alexi to smell if any of them are infected”
“Да господин” “Yes sir” she said, leading Alexi out past the soldiers, once more checking her helmet was on securely and her pistol was within easy reach as she stepped out onto the overgrown access road.
They walked the short distance to the gate and waited as the biker stopped his bike a few yards away – a large bear of a man, almost entirely hiding the woman riding along with him. Both were armed, as could be expected of anyone who had survived this long in the time of the dead. The engine idled, its throaty noise joining the low rumble of the APC’s and scout car.
The IO shouted to ensure he would be heard. “Greetings Americans – please, there is no need for hostility – we are all friends here and fighting each other would only serve to help our friends currently following behind you”
The biker glanced behind him at the shambling horde which was growing ever closer. “Seems that way to me, but it all depends on what you are plan to do – we’re not going to be anyone’s prisoners. Not now, not ever.” He cast a steely look over at Helena and the IO, letting his glance flicker to the dog standing to attention at her side before returning his eyes to the IO.
The IO nodded. “We have no intention of taking you prisoner – we Russians have been fortunate – many of our people escaped the infestation. Not the first time the Motherland’s famously harsh weather has helped her children. We are now trying to aid our brothers and sisters who have survived in the rest of the world while our winter holds the undead at bay.”
“Aid us by stealing our land, technology and people?” the biker retorted.
Alexi was growing agitated and Helena tried to steady him. He'd faced swarms this size before without becoming disturbed. She frowned as she shushed him, wondering what it was that was making him skittish.
The IO glanced at Helena before smiling, “We have no interest in your land other than ridding it of infestation. Knowledge and technology must be preserved, not left to rot and be forgotten. As for people… How many of you Americans are left now? A few hundred? A few thousand? You have no hope surviving as a nation, as a people, if you do not unite. We are simply helping you with this process.”
The IO makes a point of looking towards the zombies making their way towards the two groups. “You can either come with us back to the nearest safe zone, or take your chances on your own… your choice.”
The glass ninja wrote:na ill take yuri somewhwere else and if you expect me to buy microsoft for your conveinience (sorry if spelt wrong(sarcasm)) well i don't care this is my first major RP so BYE.
The glass ninja wrote:na ill take yuri somewhwere else and if you expect me to buy microsoft for your conveinience (sorry if spelt wrong(sarcasm)) well i don't care this is my first major RP so BYE.
Darkvoidof40k wrote:If so, I've never seen it. Not that I need it..
Firefox has a built in spell checker. I've not see one on Dakka though... Not sure what is in the "options" button at the bottom of the reply box as mine does not seem to work - may be one in there
"Whats eating him?" said Tasha, her face almost pressed against the glass of the hummer as she looked out toward where Tombstone and Keira were chatting with a Russian soldier and her dog.
"Don't have a clue" Said Cutter leaning down from his position in the vehicles turret. "You can tell that it is some kind of service dog, not someones pet. And one that is skittish of walkers would seem to make it practically worthless don't you think?"
"Or maybe, that is the point of the dog in the first place." She said as she rubbed her face deep in thought. "Maybe it's some kind of... zombie sniffing dog. You know kinda like the ones they used to use in airports before Zday to sniff out drugs, or bombs and such."
Cutter nodded his head in agreement. "Makes pretty damn good sense if you ask me. Wouldn't be a bad thing to have around, unless your a zombie!"
Cutter and Tasha broke out into laughter at his joke and then both of them suddenly stopped mid laugh. In unison they both turned and looked at Saunders sitting on the far side of the hummer.
"Yay me." he said with a blank look on his face.
He pulled out his grey Russian gas mask and pulled it down over his face before pulling the hood of his blood stained nbc coat up over his face to help hide his facial features. He grabbed his medical folder and hid it up under the seat cushion between the foam and the wood backing. He leaned back into his seat and closed his eyes. The voices were back again, and he was doing his best to suppress them into the back of his mind. For the time being, he was succeeding. He didn't want anything bad to happen to his friends because of him, he didn't think he would be able to live with himself if anything did.
His mind was made up. Whatever the cost, he was not going to let anything happen to them... even if it meaned turning himself in. For now, he just watched.... and waited.
"So, you wanna go get some supplies eh?" Halon said while walking to the garage with Patrick in tow.
"Yes, I want to do something." Patrick replied.
"Okay, well we're doing good on necessities, low on luxuries." Halon said, "But, we did get a report of some russians moving to intercept a group of survivors."
Patrick looked on as Halon opened the garage door.
"Survivors I intend to claim as my own using one of these." Halon said waving his arm and showing off the three abrams parked there.
"Tanks?" Patrick asked.
"Yep, two from the local base and one from the base near Fort Knox itself." Halon said tossing Patrick a helmet.
"Fort Knox, that isn't even in this state is it?" Patrick asked while deciding whether or not to wear the helmet.
"Yeah, it's in Kentucky, we took the hummers down, used the tank to knock the vault open and then to haul some stuff up." Halon said picking up a megaphone and an M-16.
"Take what you want from the rack, and we'll go down to see what's up." Halon said happily while climbing onto the tank.
"I'm good with this." Patrick said while holding up his own weapon.
"Well, get in and let's go." Halon almost shouted with excitement.
"Going up against russians, just the two of us?" Patrick began, "Is that wise?"
Halon looked down from the hatch and puckered his lips while thinking.
"I'm sure we'll be alright." he said as he disappeared into the tank.
With that the two headed off towards the last known location of the survivors according to the russians.
OOC: For those who don't know what an abrams is...
Although halon's have a matte gray paint on it, they still have the machine guns and everything else fun, TUSK stuff, so reactive armor and better rear armor for deflecting RPG's(only one with TUSK on it though, but its Halon's favorite).
Will take liberties with the inside though because I've never driven one in real life, yet.
Tombstone offered the Russian officer a broad grin,his eyes sparkling " The way I see it Comrade" the biker smiled " we may just need each other."
The IO stared at the biker,obviously a bit irritated.
" So why don't ya just open up that gate and we can all be friendly" Tombstone said
The biker glanced at the woman with the German Shepherd,the dog was making a low growl deep in it's throat.
Behind Tombstones party,the zombies drew closer,picking up speed at the sight of their anticipated meal...they had closed to three hundred yard ,their hungry moans rising to a frantic pitch.
The Russian officer eyed the growling German Shepherd,then glanced at Tombstone " Have any of your group been bitten?...or
come into close contact with any of the infected?" he asked.
" Nope" Tombstone smiled "We're all just as fine as frogs hair...not so much as a nibble among us." he glanced over his shoulder at the nearing walkers " Of course that's gonna change real fething quick if you don't quit happy assing around and open the gate."
The Officer looked uncertain for a moment,then tuned and yelled out some instructions Tombstone couldn't understand,for a moment the biker braced himself ,believing the Russians would just shoot them all down...but in the next second the gates swung open.
Tombstone rushed back to his motorcycle and motioned for the others to follow as he roared through the gate.
The others quickly followed the biker,and the gates slid shut behind them.
Tombstone was off his bike and strolling towards the Russian officer in seconds.
Keira lept from the motorcycle,certain Tombstone would begin singing,her signal that he was going to trigger the explosives he had hidden under his jacket,she glanced around trying to decide which direction to run.
Several Russian soldiers aimed their weapons towards the biker,who simply offered them a huge evil grin as he unzipped his jacket revealing the explosives inside.
" Take your guns off me...or we'll all be partying in hell in about two seconds" Tombstone said,the smile vanishing from his face as he fixed the Russian commander with a steel glare.
The Russian officer looked positively furious,but motioned for his men to lower their weapons.
" Smart move Comrade" Tombstone said,a hint of his crazy smile returning to his face,he tossed off his jacket and removed the explosive harness walking closer to the fence.
The hellish horde of walkers had closed to about a hundred yards from the gates,their groans now reaching a starved madness.
Tombstone pivoted back,and with every ounce of strength threw the explosive harness towards the oncoming ghouls,where it landed just ahead of them.
" Let's call it a show of good faith" Tombstone said smiling at the assembled Russians as he armed the dead mans switch.
The biker strolled passed the group of stunned Russians,his smile stretching from ear to ear,he glanced over his shoulder " Oh...you guys might want to duck." he laughed.
Patrick followed Halon out, remembering how to drive one of these god-forsaken machines.
Patrick had only driven one of these once, in an attempt to assassinate a high-ranking Iraqi official, a suspected terrorist.
The Americans had dismissed those claims as ludicrous, but the Swedish Minister, President Snow, wanted him dead.
Patrick saw President Snow as a father. He was the one who had given Patrick the opportunity to join the military instead of being imprisoned.
Patrick killed him the same way he killed all his victims. A black rod of Pain to the chest.
President Snow was out of office during Patrick's 4th year, it was the new minister, President Varolen, who had ordered Pain killed.
President Snow was said to have fled the country during the outbreak, to a location Patrick knew to be America. This was the main reason Patrick came to America, to find President Snow and protect him.
Patrick followed Halon, until they have arrived at what looked like the situation he had described. The Russians had made contact, and were speaking to the American survivors, who were being followed by a large horde of zombies, several hundred it seemed like.
He called on the radio to Halon.
"It would seem the Americans will either be killed or captured by the Russians, or killed by the Zombies. We could simply kill the zombies with these tanks, but this could prompt the Americans to overreact, which they are known for, and start firing their weapons like morons. Personally, I prefer to engage on foot. What is our plan of action?" Patrick explained
Suddenly, the Americans started moving. The Russians had opened the gate, and the Americans had entered. All he saw next was an object landing into the group of zombies, and an explosion with approximately a 25 yard radius. Needless to say, the zombies weren't much of a threat anymore.
"The Americans are clearly plotting to destroy the Russians from the inside. They are manipulating them to ultimately destroy the Russians, seeing them as trying to take over this land in such a time of disarray. Idiots, clearly." Patrick explained
"What is your course of action, sir?" Patrick queried Halon
I'm going to leave it at that for now. I suggest a good slow read on the info it contains, since that would be easier then me telling you my experiences with them.
Espically the part where it takes a crew of 4 to operate one of these things.)
"Well I for one have no feelings of hate towards the Russians" Keira said, as she wandered over to Helena. "I have clearly no plan to manipulate and ultimately destroy an entire invasion force, as that's ludicrous. And I sincerely doubt that you men are trying to take America from us.Nor for that matter do I think any of my friends do either. Funny world that, eh?"
A couple of soldiers were staring at her in an odd way. The outburst had been completely unexpected.
Keira bent down and reached out to pat the dog. She stopped halfway forwards.
"Can I stroke him?" she said to the Women.
OOC: Just putting my stance to the Russians down on...paper.
I'm going to leave it at that for now. I suggest a good slow read on the info it contains, since that would be easier then me telling you my experiences with them.
Espically the part where it takes a crew of 4 to operate one of these things.)
I was well aware, and I read the majority of that page beforehand.
I figured we could let it go, if it would make you feel better, we both could be in the same tank.
OOC:..I need to quickly clarify one thing before any events,Tombstone has absolutely no " 'Merica were da best hurr" issues,even prior to the apocalypse Tombstone was motivated by his own desires and code of ethics and "Nationalism" was never one of them,and now after the apocalypse he'd clearly understand that their really is no "America" to defend.
However,he's also not the type to embrace the " For the good of the people/state." point of view either,as always,his own passions drive him and his loyalties lay with those he chooses...not an abstract concept of Patriotism.
OOC: I gave the comments from Tomb about stealing stuff from America as it was quite obvious that is what they were doing - it was more to try and put them on the back foot than anything else
SilverMK2 wrote:OOC: I gave the comments from Tomb about stealing stuff from America as it was quite obvious that is what they were doing - it was more to try and put them on the back foot than anything else
I got you Silver...I just wanted to clear up any possible confusion concerning "Political agendas" before an event occured,wouldn't want old Tombstone waving flags and throwing shields.
Tombstone ducked behind the Hummer,pulling Keira down into cover as he did.
"Pet the doggie later." he said and motioned for the Russian woman with the dog to get down as well.
" Elvis has left the building." Tombstone muttered as he triggered the detonator.
The explosion was spectacular,Tombstone had waited until half the horde had past the canisters,so they detonated somewhere close to dead center of the horde.
The ball bearings inside spread in a near perfect pattern,shredding zombies up to twenty yards out and absolutely pulverizing those closer to the blast point,dozens of the ghouls were simply liquefied by the hail of metal balls,reduced to little more than splatters of gore on the road,others were shredded into pieces and ,while technically still "alive" were basically an assortment of body parts...dozens more went down as the flying shrapnel tore threw their skulls,obliterating the infected brains inside.
As the deafening echo of the explosion passed,Tombstone stood to observe the aftermath of his handywork...he was quiet pleased,by his count nearly one third of the horde had been neutralized...
" Not to shabby" the biker laughed.
" You had those things strapped to you??" Keira said in flat amazement.
" Is your leader some sort of maniac?" the Russian woman said in her native tongue.
Tasha looked up from behind the Hummer and answered the woman in Russian " Maniac?" Tasha laughed " Tombstone makes Maniacs seem reasonable lady."
The Russian woman eyed the biker as though he were some sort of deadly snake or other animal which had gotten a little to close for her liking.
ghosty wrote:He went in the opposite direction! Right now he's in north Carolina supping vodka and partying hard with the cheeky girls.
The cad!...leaving a sweet girl like Keira so he could run off and indulge in such behavior ...
...May he awake with the worlds worst hangover and several members of the Russian women's shot put team.
Helena eyed the woman - surprised that she had not only understood her, but replied in Russian as well.
"Вы должны получить назад к вашему другу, если вы не будете хотеть ехать в одном из APC' s?" "You had better get back to your friend, unless you want to ride in one of the APC's?"
She called Alexi to heel and turned to board the APC. Already the machine gunners were busy thinning the crowd ready for their exit; although the APC's could just drive straight through the thickest swarm, the bikes and armoured cars could not.
OOC:...Just a thought,but perhaps it might help if someone posted a "character/key areas location" map.
It seems several posters have posted RPs in which they were involved in situations or covering distances that wouldn't be possible given the area they were originating from.
I'm going to leave it at that for now. I suggest a good slow read on the info it contains, since that would be easier then me telling you my experiences with them.
Espically the part where it takes a crew of 4 to operate one of these things.)
I figured we could let it go, if it would make you feel better, we both could be in the same tank.
ghosty wrote:And not to mention, Patrick is a super ninja force warrior, so im sure he could multi task!
Abrams Tank 101: By an Army Scout.
Spoiler:
A few things make the following flawed for your logic. As you can see above, it takes a crew of 4 to fully operate your MBT and a min of two to move said tank without wanting to fire it.
The space inside an Abrams is pretty cramped, and one guy in the back just isn't going to be able to operate everything that needs to be primed, pushed, loaded, and switched to fire it.
Another reason, and the main one that puts a nail in the coffin of the myth that one guy can operate an Abrams tank... is one of design flaw. The drivers hatch located on the front of the vehicle, is blocked and overlapped by the turret when it is in anything other then a specific position thus trapping the driver inside. And the tank isn't wired to allow the driver turret control for various reasons.
People have actually died because of this design flaw. There is a interior passage called "the hell hole" to allow the driver an emergency escape route, but most crews use this passage for storage of gear since space is at a prime on this vehicle and it is usually rendered useless.
So as you can see, it just isn't going to happen. If you have any other military related questions, I would be more then willing to offer my input.
One tank, two people - they can move it. What's the problem? If they wanna shoot stuff, they can just move about - one is the gunner, other is the loader.
IC: Hog woke up in the morning. His head felt like he hadn't just kissed a freight train, but had instead gone to fourth base, bought it dinner, and then proceeded to marry, have kids and eventually die of old age with one. Blearily looking around them room he had stayed in, Hog noticed two things. The first, was a pile of empty Black labal vodka bottles. The second, was a pair of obscenely muscled things standing in front of him.
At first he believed them to be mutants, but closer inspection revealed they were just Russian Shotput players.
Hog slipped back out of consciousness with a dreamy smile on his face.
Darkvoidof40k wrote:One tank, two people - they can move it. What's the problem? If they wanna shoot stuff, they can just move about - one is the gunner, other is the loader.
If it were that easy, don't you think we would be doing that today?
Look at the space you are dealing with here:
Far right is the gunner, left is the loader, and back right off camera is the commander.
Saunders looked at the floor of the hmmwv and saw wadded up a comic book. He picked it up and flipped through it for a few pages before tossing it aside with the rest of the garbage.
"What was that?" asked Tasha
"Just some crappy anime about some ninja who can't feel pain. Who ever came up or copies that crap must not have much of an imagination of their own." he stated matter of factly.
Hello everyone! I am new, and would like to ask if, by chance, I could join this Role Play. But before that, I would like to ask Darkvoid if A.) Is Bob the black cat still alive?
and B.) Is Shadow still in the land of the living?
I have read the entire roleplay from day zero, and it inspired me to join dakka and join in.
Didn't I say that I was taking liberties with the inside of the tank? I could've sworn I did, face it, not everything is going to be 100% realistic but zombies aren't exactly 100% real are they?
I think a better question would've been how the hell Halon and some survivors managed to drive to Kentucky, steal a tank along with some gold and get it back through the mountains. The answer is a lot of red bull, but that's besides the point.
Also, I think it would be maybe safe to say that the commander could be removed as maybe the driver can see on his own and the person acting as commander could now be the gunner or loader, or maybe the tank could be lacking shells in the first place.
If I recall, I had 4 people in the tank the first time it was used, this time Patrick wanted to spend some quality time with Halon so my crew was cut to two.
So, yeah, it can still go vroom, vroom just not bang, bang at the same time.
OOC:...Ok guys,lets all settle down before the RP derails over the seat capacity of an imaginary tank.
jps knowledge of military equipment is quiet extensive and he was just sighting an inaccuracy...but as you also pointed out Halonachos...we are dealing with a fictionalized world...and yes your tank can still vroom vroom...it just cant boom boom at the same time.
Now...let's all get back to the pleasant world of flesh eating dead,armed Russian and unstable individuals with explosives.
Okay, I will continue with the RP under the consideration that Patrick and Halon are in the same tank. Patrick is currently driving, Halon is commandering even though it isn't necessary at the moment. We will also acknowledge the fact that it takes 4 people to move and shoot at the same time.
IC:
"What do you want to do sir?" Patrick asked.
Halon looked as he saw Russians shooting at zombies.
"We're going to pull a road warrior." Halon said.
"A road warrior?" Patrick asked confused.
"Yeah, we're going to ride up on them and aim the cannon at them even though we don't have any ammo." Halon said while grabbing his megaphone. "Like in the movie."
"That's a stupid idea." Patrick replied coldly.
"Yeah, but if someone rode up to you with a tank wouldn't it scare you," Halon realised who he was talking to and quickly continued his sentence, "if you were someone normal you know?"
"Okay, we'll try this then." Patrick said as he revved the engine of the tank and began moving towards the group.
...........
The tank came into range of the zombies and the Russians and Halon popped out of the tank to grab the 50cal. and open up fire on the zombies. It reminded him of the gatling gun as he mowed down swathes of undead and they exploded into a slush of mottled flesh and blood.
Halon stopped firing his weapon only to fire off his mouth. He raised the megaphone and began yelling into it.
*broken russian* "I am Halon, this is my tank. I want to take my people with me." Halon began, some of the Russians paying more attention to the few remaining zombies than him.
"After they're gone," Halon continued while pointing at the zombies "I will take my people with me and you will leave us alone or else."
Halon patted the tank as he let those last few words leave his lips. Halon turned his attention back to the zombies and noticed some of the people standing in front of them. A smile spread across his face as he noticed some familiar faces in the crowd.
"Stay in here, if they move run 'em over." Halon called down to Patrick as he began to grab his M-16 and leave the tank.
Halon got down, M-16 in hand and helmet on head, and ran towards the group of survivors.
"How the hell you doin' Tomb?" Halon said while giving Tomb a big *cough*manly*cough* hug and then began firing towards the zombies.
During this time, Patrick felt like running the man if front of him down, the man that Halon had just hugged.
FITZZ wrote: OOC:...Ok guys,lets all settle down before the RP derails over the seat capacity of an imaginary tank.
Listen to this wise man. This thread is awesome and I would hate to see it get locked because of a lot of Rule Number One Violations. I will edit out the violations for now. Now get back to being awesome.
FITZZ wrote: OOC:...Ok guys,lets all settle down before the RP derails over the seat capacity of an imaginary tank.
Listen to this wise man. This thread is awesome and I would hate to see it get locked because of a lot of Rule Number One Violations. I will edit out the violations for now. Now get back to being awesome.
OMG! OMG! A mod thinks we're awesome! We're on the road to success guys, ours will be the RP that pierces the sky!
BTW, do you think this thread is awesome because of us or because its supposed to be in Virginia?
Clearly it's because of us...in fact..I'm considering pitching the two combined RPs as a film...with the country's new found "zombie love" I'll be filthy rich in no time.
Shas'O Doom wrote:Hello everyone! I am new, and would like to ask if, by chance, I could join this Role Play. But before that, I would like to ask Darkvoid if A.) Is Bob the black cat still alive?
and B.) Is Shadow still in the land of the living?
I have read the entire roleplay from day zero, and it inspired me to join dakka and join in.
A mod? In the roleplay board? The last bastion has been breached!
@Shaso'O Doom - feel free to join! As long as you've read everything, well then that's fine; sign up when ready.
As for FITZZ, Halonachos, Karon and SilverMK2 - EVENT: get PMing!
I'm strugling with this one more with plot on this one as I'm sort of on my own, I only have one plot certenty as my other relied on getting to 'friendly' people before FITZZ did, CURSE YOU gods of infrequent posting!!!
Name - John
Age - 23
Height - 6' 10"
Personality - Very kind person, but also has multiple personality disorder although he doesn't know it.
Appearance - Tall and thin. Wiry but also strong.
Equipment - Outdated AK-47, two frag grenades, a flamethrower, body armour and a diamond oxide knife (more of a shortsword really, measuring in at 18" not counting the handle).
Skills - Excellent marksman, when in his other personality, is cruel and excellent in hand-to-hand combat.
Background/History - Ex army rangers. Kicked out after murdering his entire team on the battlefield. Doesn't know it was him. Has been married, but his other personality is essentially a homocidal maniac, killing anyone that comes into his life. When the zombie apocalypse started, he joined up with other groups of survivors, but never remained with them for long. Has always assumed that when the survivors he is with die, it is due to zombies, and not to him. His motto is "and they said that the nice guys died first."
Other - His parallel personality is homocidal, and will lead him to kill anyone who isn't just as crazy as him. The only person he ever got along with was some crazy biker clown and his travelling circus.
Yes it would help if we knew what the exact "event " was...as of now we just have alot of people in a field (are we in a field now?)...our actions could be anything from Tombstone saying " My Halon..what a BIG tank you have." to Hellena cleaning up after Alexi.
John stalked quietly through the woods. He was planning on visiting the site where the plague had begun. He had visited the city near where he wanted to be, but wasn't sure if it was smart to go to the beginning, what with it being a radioactive wasteland now. A wise man had once told him to "Start at the beginning, and go on until you come to the end, then stop." He was planning on finding a way to get to the beginning, and was hoping to find a hazmat suit in the destroyed convoy in front of him. No one would have taken a hazmat suit, so he figured he would be good to go...
p.s. for my family, 6'10" is normal. Heck, my one uncle is 7'1"
SilverMK2 wrote:We have so many giants/maniacs in this game now
Also, we are in a chain link fenced compound with an overgrown runway and a warehouse/aircraft hanger next to it.
I've noticed that as well,why can't we ever get a player who's character is something like " Johnny,the terrified Wal-Mart stock boy,5'3",asthmatic with a limp,scared beyond reason of fire arms and faints at the sight of blood,know to wet himself at the sight of a zombie."...ya know,just to add some variation.
Oh and thanks for clearing up exactly where we are Silver ..as I said,we could really use some sort of "Character/key points location map"...maybe I should try to make one.
FITZZ wrote: I've noticed that as well,why can't we ever get a player who's character is something like " Johnny,the terrified Wal-Mart stock boy,5'3",asthmatic with a limp,scared beyond reason of fire arms and faints at the sight of blood,know to wet himself at the sight of a zombie."...ya know,just to add some variation.
Haha! I try not to make my characters over powered. Most of them tend to be doctors/nurses/healers. I think my current character description says my marksmenship is "average" (some people seem to be able to empty a clip of 30 rounds un full auto and get 30 headshots on 30 different zombies ). Also try to give my characters a limited amount of gear. I remember one character of mine who only had an Axe and nothing else (can't remember what RP that was in though ).
Oh and thanks for clearing up exactly where we are Silver ..as I said,we could really use some sort of "Character/key points location map"...maybe I should try to make one.
No worries - and go ahead - perhaps that will stop people using Star Trek transporters to hop around
Shas'O Doom wrote:If you all want, I can tone down my character to be more killable
I don't think that's necessary man,I was just having a bit of fun with the number of " Tuff guys" we have (myself included).
Play your character the way you want to and have fun with the RP...and Welcome to Dakka and The RPBTW.
And then Shadow happened upon a tall skinny man in the woods.
"How dare he come into MY forest." Shadow thought as he sharpened his fists...
Just kidding. 6'10 is incredibly more manageable and realistic seeing as though the average height of a basketball forward is 6'11".
@silver, that's what TUSK stands for (Teleporting Unrealisticly Standard Kit).
In all seriousness though I thought that Tomb and friends headed east and were met up with by the Russians so my guys headed west to meet up with both of them. The trip from middle of state to mountains is only an hour and that has been cut down thanks to them moving towards Patrick and Halon so a trip that would normally be an hour is like 30min or even 15min depending on traffic.
Also, can we make a motion that says my post of Shadow lunging through the russian giant is canon?
Ok...I know this looks like it was rendered by a 4 year old ,but hopefully it will help..
KEY
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Green Square= Pine Ville
Brown Square= Military base
Light Blue=Commune
Black square= Gas Station
Red Square=Sprinkle Town
Yellow square=Cape city
Purple square=Halons town
Orange square=old nuked city
small light blue=Phoenix's mansion
small dark blue=Shadows old fortress
Red dot=Main groups local
purple dot=Scrazzas location
Grey lines=main roads
Green blobs=heavy forest
Brown blobs=Alexi is a bad dog...I mean mountains.
Distance from Commune to Pine Ville is 100 miles (for scale)
I apologize to the citizens of Virgina for taking such geographical liberties with their fine state.
You're all where you were before I announced the event - together in the Russian base/whatever they were investigating (I'll go back a few pages when I write it up to look).
Sorry, when I wrote that last message it was like 5 minutes before school.
Just PM me the usual stuff; What you want your character to do/where to go, who you like, who you hate, who you want to nick vodka off.. who you want to 'ave a go at with a tank.. blah blah.. etc etc..
Ed's: Cheers, FITZZ! Great map! IMO, it looks just like it should! Was planning on doing my own one mind you, but thanks for saving me the time! (I'm sure yours is much better than mine would've been )
Happy to be of help Darko..now maybe everyone won't be completely lost.
One clarification...We are Pming you a compilation of our likes,grievances and various actions based of the current " Group of Russian,Group of bikers and Halon in a Tank" situation..???
He walked up to the convoy, and heard a scraping noise of something clearly organic inside the lead vehicle.
"Just my luck," he though. "The vehicle marked with a radiation symbol would be the one in which there would be a zombie. No big problem though," he thought, as he opened the back doors of the car. Inside was an interesting sight. There was a mutant zombie, covered in spikes and still wearing riot gear, standing over the long devoured bodies of three other riot soldiers.
"Well, this may prove to be a proble--" And then the beast charged.
He shot off several rounds from his AK, but they either bounced off of the riot helmet, or hit the beast in the torso. Seeing that there was no other way to do it, John threw down his AK and whipped out his knife and prepared to dodge and slice at the creature. It barreled out of the car towards him, and as it was about to trample him, he jumped to the side and slashed at the back of it's leg. The beast then turned, but having had it's right leg nearly cut off, was unable to charge again. John the plucked one of his HE grenades off of his belt, and sent it flying as he jumped into the back of the car. The explosion sent pieces of flesh everywhere, and the zombie was no more.
"Well, that's that. Now where is that hazmat suit? I could have sworn I saw one in here..."
Shas'O Doom wrote:He shot off several rounds from his AK, but they either bounced off of the riot helmet, or hit the beast in the torso. Seeing that there was no other way to do it, John threw down his AK and whipped out his knife and prepared to dodge and slice at the creature. It barreled out of the car towards him, and as it was about to trample him, he jumped to the side and slashed at the back of it's leg. The beast then turned, but having had it's right leg nearly cut off, was unable to charge again. John the plucked one of his HE grenades off of his belt, and sent it flying as he jumped into the back of the car. The explosion sent pieces of flesh everywhere, and the zombie was no more.
"Well, that's that. Now where is that hazmat suit? I could have sworn I saw one in here..."
This is where myself or jp would point out that a 7.62 x 39 round (the round the Ak-47 fires),would easily penetrate a riot helmet at the distance your character was shooting from....but...after the whole "how many folks does it take to drive an imaginary tank" thing...I'm going to say...Nice RP.
Water pooled around the hovercrafts as theysat in the well deck, loaded up and ready to go, jennifer was Standing in the cupola of one of the amtracks looking at the assembled men, they were to take the landing craft back to the shore and see what the russians were up to, the first craft loaded full of Hummers full of supplies was to head for the russian commune In Norfolk, and try to figure out what was going on. Meanwhile Jennifer Would take two of the amtracks Inwards back towards her falthers mansion, they had heard scattered reports of tanks in that area so she was going to check it out.
"Remeber people, your goal is Ovservation, not engagement. And never forget Rule number One, never get caught dealing both sides" She yelled over the Idling engines, "now lets roll out"
She waved to the piolt in the cockpit and the hovercraft lurched as the cushion filled up with air and it backed out of the dock, the noise and spray were getting unbareable so she closed the hatch and sat down, watching there short trip to she shore via the gun cameras.
The hovercrafts crashed into the beach and the hummers sped off towards the road, trying to get away as quickly as they could. the amtrack started to rumble as the engine growled to life, and they runbled down the ramp Jennifer Climbed back up to look outside as they clambered up the beach, clipping her helmet under her chin and speacking into the radio.
"keep close, we don't want anything stopping us" she spoke into the radio
Shas'O Doom wrote:He shot off several rounds from his AK, but they either bounced off of the riot helmet, or hit the beast in the torso. Seeing that there was no other way to do it, John threw down his AK and whipped out his knife and prepared to dodge and slice at the creature. It barreled out of the car towards him, and as it was about to trample him, he jumped to the side and slashed at the back of it's leg. The beast then turned, but having had it's right leg nearly cut off, was unable to charge again. John the plucked one of his HE grenades off of his belt, and sent it flying as he jumped into the back of the car. The explosion sent pieces of flesh everywhere, and the zombie was no more.
"Well, that's that. Now where is that hazmat suit? I could have sworn I saw one in here..."
This is where myself or jp would point out that a 7.62 x 39 round (the round the Ak-47 fires),would easily penetrate a riot helmet at the distance your character was shooting from....but...after the whole "how many folks does it take to drive an imaginary tank" thing...I'm going to say...Nice RP.
Shas'O Doom wrote:Thanks, and personally, I am not a ballistic weapons expert. I can fire a shotgun or a revolver, but after that, I have almost no knowledge.
Yup. Even the new ACH used my the US military is only rated 3A. Which means that it will not stop a rifle round unless you are VERY lucky. If you have any questions about anything about weapons, equipment, or anything military send me a PM and I will be more then happy to give you a hand.
wow, I missed a lot of off topic rambling here! I hope something happens to my character in the not too distant future. I'm a bit stuck to Pine ville 'till someone decides to check out Pine ville......
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......*snor*
SilverMK2 wrote:PM sent. Think I forgot that Halon was there, but that can be covered in my "other Americans" section and/or that my character has not seen the tank
How could you forget about Halon, nobody forgets about Halon, especially that Jennifer girl.
Anywho, pm sent, and please stop correcting stuff about the tank, it only makes the tank sad. I would also like to add that from this point on, its a magic tank. So if there are any issues with the tank flying, shooting and moving, or turning water into wine its just magic.
Now, believe me when I say I will get it done at the first chance I get - straight through from beginning to end. Of course, this will require a certain amount of concentrated time, which I may not be able to get for awhile, depending on how my luck goes. So, do me a favor and don't bug me.
Oh, did I mention that I hope to make this event rather large and interesting?
Well, with the new hazmat suit and the hotwired armoured car, John was ready to go to the city. On the way, he saw an enormous explosion, and heard gunfire. His curiousity got the better of him, and he turned towards the area it was coming from.
"Fellow survivors would be nice to have," he thought.
Shas'O Doom wrote:Well, with the new hazmat suit and the hotwired armoured car, John was ready to go to the city. On the way, he saw an enormous explosion, and heard gunfire. His curiousity got the better of him, and he turned towards the area it was coming from.
"Fellow survivors would be nice to have," he thought.
If you are near the nuked city from the first game and heard the explosion of Tombstone's jacket you must have really good ears, as the two are about 130 miles apart
Shas'O Doom wrote:Well, with the new hazmat suit and the hotwired armoured car, John was ready to go to the city. On the way, he saw an enormous explosion, and heard gunfire. His curiousity got the better of him, and he turned towards the area it was coming from.
"Fellow survivors would be nice to have," he thought.
If you are near the nuked city from the first game and heard the explosion of Tombstone's jacket you must have really good ears, as the two are about 130 miles apart
Tombstones jacket exploded??...Good God...I'd best get his pants off before they go too.
Darkvoidof40k wrote:Well, I think that's everybody!
Now, believe me when I say I will get it done at the first chance I get - straight through from beginning to end. Of course, this will require a certain amount of concentrated time,
Concentration=moles/volume. So we have the number of moles(RPr's involved) and so we need to know how many paragraphs you wish to use in order to determine the amount of concentration you need. From there we can determine the pH of your concentration and decide if it will be basic, acidic, or neutral(in this case; Awesomeness happens in the event, everyone dies in the event, or nothing exciting happens in the event.)
Sorry, chem test today in T-minus 25 minutes.
10^-pH=Concentration.
So if we want a super awesome filled event where no characters die we need 10^-14 concentration.
10^-14=6/volume
So we need about 600,000,000,000,000 paragraphs for the most amazing event ever made of all times. Get to it Dark!
I kinda got the jist of what he was saying, but I didn't particularly understand per se, but whatever. Now, I'll distract madman Halon while you sneak up behind and hit him with the hammer, Ghosty.
Tombstone stood puzzled as Halon mused on complicate equations, seemingly unaware of Keira advancing sneakily from his rear,a large mallet clasped in her hands.
Oddly enough,theses bizarre actions did not worry the biker,he had however,for some irrational reason..begun to fear his pants.
And shrapnel from the blast miraculously hit the zombie of Vladmir Putin, who was halfway across the world at the time, while missing tombstone at the same time.
Hey guys! Just to say, I've updated the OP with the profile jp provided for me earlier, and I've also started work on the event! Should have it up on Saturday. Yes, yes, I'm pretty sure I know what you're thinking whilst reading this. But it's the best I can promise, and that's the end of that.
Just to point it out to you guys; this is going to be more than just a really, really, really long event, it's going to have bonus story line bits and a 'news update' - those zombie killer vets will know what I mean.
As for those players who aren't particularly involved in the RP yet, like Ninja, Bloodhorror, Scrazza, Doom and Chowder, doncha worry.. you'll get your own problems to face soon enough. Soon enough..
Darkvoidof40k wrote:A mod? In the roleplay board? The last bastion has been breached!
I'm sorry to interrupt your game unnecessarily but I just wanted to say that Survivor Games is one of my favorite boards. You guys are weaving some great stories here and I'm really grateful to have this kind of community gaming on Dakka. Keep up the good work!
Darkvoidof40k wrote:A mod? In the roleplay board? The last bastion has been breached!
I'm sorry to interrupt your game unnecessarily but I just wanted to say that Survivor Games is one of my favorite boards. You guys are weaving some great stories here and I'm really grateful to have this kind of community gaming on Dakka. Keep up the good work!
Cheers. But, and no offense intended here, I have a natural aggression towards mods. Just like French and Russian people. Oddly enough, not Germans though.
Anyway, I will get the damned Event done tomorrow, as promised.
Edit: I was just kidding by the way. Atleast about the mods that is.
I'm tired of you stopping us in a completely open situation, and then just not doing it on purpose, for no real reason besides you don't want to right now.
Darkvoidof40k wrote:A mod? In the roleplay board? The last bastion has been breached!
I'm sorry to interrupt your game unnecessarily but I just wanted to say that Survivor Games is one of my favorite boards. You guys are weaving some great stories here and I'm really grateful to have this kind of community gaming on Dakka. Keep up the good work!
Appreciate it Manchu,I'm happy your enjoying the story and hope you continue to keep up with our little tale.
Karon wrote:Dark, stop posting bs, and get on the damn event.
I'm tired of you stopping us in a completely open situation, and then just not doing it on purpose, for no real reason besides you don't want to right now.
You chose the job.
If you've got nothing decent to say, then don't say anything at all. As for "not doingi t on purpose, for no real reason besides you don't want to right now" I don't think you have any idea about why I haven't done the event, unless you're a stalker with hidden cameras everywhere I go. Oh and do remember, you're about ~6 hours behind me timewise if that little flag is to be trusted. Yes, I did pick the job, and yes, I am going to write the event after this post. So stop complaining because all you're doing is annoying me which may well have an affect on how I write the event.
I've told you guys when I'm going to do it (now) and that is why I'm doing it now. I also said don't complain at me again. Because it's highly unlikely that I'm going to push forward my life just for an internet Roleplay because it annoys one person. If it affects you all that deeply, then I'm pretty sure there're plenty of things do to; go outside for a walk, go to a pub, meet up with some friends, do some work, help old women cross the road - that sort of stuff.
Oh, and complaining the night before I write up the event.. what is the point?
Edit: Continued rant.
We all waited when Silver had problems, no? (Sorry to use you as an example buddy) Yes, it probably didn't take so long. But the reason this one is taking so long is mere coincidence - the event had to be called on the day it was which happened to be a bad day for me to write stuff. Besides, after this, you guys should have plenty of time to run around.
As the Russians finished off the last zombies, Halon and Tombstone just stood grinning at each other dumbly for a few seconds. "Man am I glad to see a friendly face," Tombstone said happily. "Here, here pal," Halon replied. Then Keira walked over. "Tombstone who are you.. Halon? Is that you?" She said. "You better believe it, Keira," "Talk about coincidence," Tombstone said, "We only picked Keira up earlier today. I never believed in fate before, and I still don't. But I'm all for beer-laden reunion parties," Halon grinned, "Now that is one party not to miss." Then Cutter ran over. "Hey, uh, Halon was it? Yeah, if you're here, then who is driving that tank?" "Oh, just some guy I picked up.. earlier today.. as well. Heh, you may be onto something there, Stone," Halon stopped and glanced around momentarily before returning his gaze to his old friends, "so it's just you two, huh?" "'Fraid so Halon, we haven't seen so much as a passing glimpse of mad clowns or G.I. Joe's." They all remained quiet for a few seconds, remembering long ago events that seemed like yesterday. "Well, if I made it, I'm pretty sure he did too," Keira said hopefully. That fortress, the zeds, that flashy car of his, the nuke, finding Daisy.. Tombstone thought. Almost uncontrollable rage flared within him, and it must have shown on his face because Halon looked at him in a startled kind of way. "Tombstone, you okay?" He asked. "Yes, I.." Tombstone began. Halon placed a reassuring hand on the bigger mans' shoulder. "What happened?" It was then that Halon noticed Daisy was not among them. "We were out.. getting supplies. Then this fucknut drives our way on one of our bikes. There was a fight.. Daisy got shot," a tear of sadness sliding down his face, belying the barely contained rage within him. "What? When?" "This morning." "Did you ice the fether?" Halon asked, clearly angered as well. "No," Tombstone admitted, angry at having to admit to failure, "That's what we're doing out here - looking for that piece of gak who gave me this," Tombstone indicated to a clearly fresh wound on his left arm. "He killed several of my men, good men damnit!" "Now I must admit I never thought I'd see the day you were beaten," unfortunately, this sounded unintentially mocking to the biker. Halon realised this and continued, "hey Tomb, I didn't mean any disrespect. I'm just.. surprised. That's all." Tombstone closed his eyes and calmed himself down a little. "I know. I have vowed to watch him die, and I will fulfil that oath if it's the last thing I do." Then Keira spoke, "who exactly did this?" Tombstone turned to her, "he called himself Patrick Syzlak." Suddenly, Halon's eyes went wide with realisation. "Wait, did you say Patrick?" "Yeah, why? Have you seen that gak?" Tombstone asked. Halon didn't reply. He just turned slowly to look at the Abram.
"You have got to be kidding me," Tombstone said, slowly reaching for his MP5.
Pain sat inside the tank, looking out of the viewing hatch. A dilemma faced him. His newly acquainted friend Halon was friends with the biker he had fought earlier in the day. Fought and beat. He had not wanted to fight those bikers, but they had left him no choice. He had no intention of making more enemies. He got up and climbed into the turret, looking out over the .50 cal. The biker immediately opened fire, sending a hail of bullets towards him. Patrick ducked down behind the blast shield of the .50 cal and waited for the resounding click of an empty clip, which duly came. He heard the biker shout, "damn it!" before he slowly rose and climbed off the tank. He raised his hands and slowly walked towards the group before him.
"I'll kill you mother fether!" Tombstone shouted, dropping his MP5 and drawing his switch blade. "Hold him back!" Halon shouted at the other bikers, who did not respond, "hold him back damnit! This man is coming to us willingly without any threat! Give him a chance!" The other bikers hesitated, but soon saw the sense in Halon's words, and jumped on Tombstone, pinning him to the ground. "Sorry boss," Cutter said, "nothing personal y'know." "Get off me," Tombstone ordered, "get the feth off me!" None of the bikers moved.
Halon raised his M-249 SAW and aimed it at Patrick. "Did you kill Daisy? Did you kill his woman?" He indicated to the raging Tombstone. "Yes," Patrick replied calmly, "I did." "Why?" "They left me no choice. It was a fight or die situation. I chose to fight and survive." Halon could understand and believe that, especially if he had been riding on Satans' property. But this man had killed someone he had known and gone through hard times with, even if it had only been for a few days. Fortunately, Halon was not as bloodthirsty as Tombstone. "Drop all of your weapons, Patrick. Now. Please don't make this any more difficult."
Patrick complied with the mans' request, and slowly drew his rifle, and dropped it to the floor, then repeated the process with his sword. He then took all of his clips and dropped them to the ground as well.
Halon lowered his rifle slightly. "Good." Now, he had to work out what to do. He turned to the bikers, trusting that Patrick wouldn't try anything - though it took a massive leap of faith. Thankfully, it paid off. Then he spoke to the bikers, "We had better get out of here. Where are you guys holed up?" A woman stepped forward, one who had merely watched as the others had restrained Tombstone on the ground, just barely, and said, "the commune." That was enough, Halon knew what they were talking about. "Right, we're going there - get Tombstone on one of your vehicles and lets get going." The woman nodded, before turning to bark orders at the bikers and conduct the rather delicate job of moving Tombstone against his will.
As they pulled him to his feet, Tombstone reached for one of his pistols, and as quick as lightning he had aimed it at Patrick and pulled the trigger, landing a round squarely in his chest.
Patrick fell backwards and thudded on the floor.
"gak!" Halon shouted, rushing over to Patrick.
Patrick 'Pain' Syzlak merely lifted his head and looked up, before pulling his jacket open to reveal his bullet-proof body armour. Halon rushed over, momentarily glancing at the armour before helping Patrick to his feet.
Tasha kicked the pistol out of Tombstone's hand and skillfully disarmed him of his switchblade and other pistol. Tombstone roared and threw off one of the bikers, but then both Tasha and Keira joined in, keeping him under control as the other biker returned to help.
"You betrayed me," Tombstone spat, "all of you! I never would have expected this." "Neither would we," said Tasha, "but your friend is right. We have that murdering bastard and he's coming back to the commune as a prisoner with us." Tombstone grinned. "You're right. That way, I can prolong his suffering," he had an almost feral look about him now. "Get off me!" Tombstone shouted, throwing off another biker. "I'll come quietly." They all cautiously let him free, but he kept to his word and turned and walked towards their vehicles. But he looked over his shoulder and said threateningly, "don't you think I won't forget this. Ever."
The bikers headed over to their vehicles and Patrick was taken with them; placed in the Hummer with two armed bikers either side. His weapons had been stored in the back of the vehicle, and Tombstone's had been returned.
Halon glanced at his Abram. "I'm gonna miss you baby." With that, he turned and headed towards the bikers, having accepted that he could not drive the tank alone. He got into the Hummer and got in the front passenger seat. He hated the idea of letting his prize tank fall into Russian hands, but he wasn't going to let his friends slip away again. But he'd be damned if he was gonna let those fethers use his own tank against him, and he grinned as the small convoy moved off.
Helena had watched on unmoving as the little 'reunion' the biker had held with his friends had played out. In truth, she had no real idea just exactly what had happened or why. However, even as the bikes and the Hummer moved off, Alexi was still unsettled. A low growl was coming from the throat, and Helena knew that meant he was uneasy - and he was never uneasy without a good reason. She watched as the CO ordered a dozen soldiers to secure the tank left by the American's. How odd, she thought, considering they had been threatened with it only minutes before. As the first Russian soldier opened the turret hatch, he said "о дерьмо!" as he heard a frantic beeping sound followed by the explosion that incinerated him and most of the other men 'securing' the tank with him.
In the distance, Halon smiled at the sight of the small explosion from within the Russian-held compound.
The CO ran over to Helena. "What the hell just happened?" She asked. "Those bastard American's must have rigged it," The CO replied. "Come on," he said, "we wouldn't want you getting hurt now, would we?" The CO grinned, "take your dog and get in one of the APCs - we're moving out, immediately. Orders from the top have come through for full mobilisation, and that means we need to push forward and link up with the sniper team lead by Dmitri Vlassov and Sergeant Ivanov's Scout team. The rendezvous is in some town that the American's called.." The CO pulled out a notepad and glanced at it momentarily before putting it away and continueing, "Pine Ville." Helena sighed and headed over to an APC with Alexi, taking a seat within. She sat and watched, stroking Alexi's head as the remaining Russians boarded this or another APC. The CO got on the same on as her, and sat next to her, grinning. Helena just smiled back politely before looking down at Alexi as the vehicle began to rumble off in the direction of Pine Ville. But none of them knew about the lone, hooded figure wearing a gas mask who had a bayonet in his hand who was following them. He would make them pay for what they had done to him. Every. Single. Last. One. Of. Them.
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The sign said "Pine Ville". Underneath, after the word 'population' a number had been covered up in red paint (or was that blood?) and the number three had been painted on top in white paint. "Heck," Hog said, "I guess it's as good a place as any to be stuck." With that, he wheeled his bike into the city.
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The Commune One Eye stood next to medicine man, firing his .32 revolver into the oncoming zombies. "You'll never take us alive you mother fething sons-of-bitches!" He saw bones go down, firing his shotgun even as he was ripped apart by a dozen or more ghouls. Medicine man fired his hunting rifle with venerable experience, landing a headshot with every bullet. But it wasn't enough. It was like the zombies had left them more or less alone over the year only to mass and attack. "Damn but these gaks are getting smarter," One Eye shouted, "it takes the fun out of killing them!" He loaded his last six bullets into his revolver, and looked up to see a large, mutant Ghoul-leader. He'd seen these things before - at the mansion, all that time ago.. it had a similar exoskeleton, and a potshot medicine man fired at its head merely recocheted. "I'm out!" Medicine Man shouted, and he charged at the giant ghoul-leader, rifle butt ready to strike. But he was old and weak whereas the massive creature before him was new and incredibly powerful. It swadded him aside with a massive, clawed hand, sending him flying into the wall next to One Eye, and there was a lound crack as the back of Medicine Man's head split open and his spine snapped. "Come on, you as$holes!" One Eye shouted. The Ghoul-Leader charged, and One Eye bent down and lit a match from the pack he had. With that match, he lit a fuse, even as the giant Ghoul fell upon him and clawed his stomach open. "We die together, fether!"
And as One Eye was ripped apart, the fail-safe explosives stored all over the commune detonated, burning everything within in an inferno of death.
The East coast.
General Ralkov groaned and rolled onto his back, reaching up to his face with a wet, sand-covered hand and wiped his face clean, atleast as best he could. He opened his eyes, and blinked repeatedly at the moonlight that seemed dazzling to him. He felt dizzy and it took a few moments for his vision to clear. "Oh god," he said. "What the hell.." He thought back, and remembered a person. And some Vodka. "Damn you Kias," he mumbled to himself. He heard a crashing sound and looked up with a start - but it was just the sea. And on it, he saw the Russian flagship. His Russian flagship. Well, not anymore it seems, he thought. Looking about himself, he saw he was absolutely soaked through. I must have been thrown overboard and washed up here.. thank you gods of the sea. Damn, I must have hit my head pretty hard. Suddenly, he felt himself ascending. A man, just over six foot by the looks of it, had picked him up by the scruff of his dirty uniform with one hand and brought him to face level. In his other hand, the man had a pistol, aimed directly at Ralkov's right eye. "Who..are you?" He spluttered wearily.
"I'm Shadow," the man replied, "and you are my prisoner."
Well, I hoped you guys enjoyed. It took the better part of three hours to make sure that was 100% perfect. Well, okay, 98% perfect. I know I didn't include Keira, Saunders and Helena that much.. but now ALL of the characters in the Roleplay (except Bloodhorror's and Shas'O Doom's) are set up for another major event and lots of interesting roleplay in Pine Ville.
I'll post the "news update" for Day 4 later today, or if not then tomorrow morning. By the time the "convoy" as it will now be known reaches the..remains.. of the commune, it'll be well past midnight, and then everyone will be rather tired, I think.
So, regardless, I will force you all to stop driving when you reach the commune and have your characters sleep. Or else.
Oh yeah, and Tombstone can find One Eye's Revolver on his burnt and bloody (and scattered..) remains. That way, he'll know what happened.
Now, now, now, I'm sure there'll be a lot of discussion about this event. Yes, it's a bit harsh, but I think there was less violence between the main group than any of you had been expecting.. so I threw in a few surprises at the end. Well, the part about Shadow and Ralkov were always going to be included, but pretty much everything else was made up on the spot. And I know, FITZZ, the bikers didn't behave exactly how you wanted them too.. but they knew Halon briefly before if you remember, and their heads were a bit clearer and slightly more open to rational thinking.
As for the edit, that was just for two slight mis-spells in The Commune part of the roleplay. Once again, I hope you've enjoyed this as much as I have enjoyed writing it!
Let none ever again complain about my event skills, please.
Darkvoidof40k wrote: I know I didn't include Keira, Saunders and Helena that much.. but now ALL of the characters in the Roleplay (except Bloodhorror's and Shas'O Doom's) are set up for another major event and lots of interesting roleplay in Pine Ville.
Darkvoidof40k wrote: I know I didn't include Keira, Saunders and Helena that much.. but now ALL of the characters in the Roleplay (except Bloodhorror's and Shas'O Doom's) are set up for another major event and lots of interesting roleplay in Pine Ville.
where do I fit in?
The little niche in the corner. Jk, you can go.. uh.. do that evil.. thing. Y'know, killing Halon. Cause the russians that were in the event radio'd you to say they saw some bloke called Halon.
Darkvoidof40k wrote: I know I didn't include Keira, Saunders and Helena that much.. but now ALL of the characters in the Roleplay (except Bloodhorror's and Shas'O Doom's) are set up for another major event and lots of interesting roleplay in Pine Ville.
where do I fit in?
The little niche in the corner. Jk, you can go.. uh.. do that evil.. thing. Y'know, killing Halon. Cause the russians that were in the event radio'd you to say they saw some bloke called Halon.
Fair enough, it may not be 'Killing' halon, but it will be very unplesant for one of the people involved.
OOC:....Hmmm,most disheartening,in the course of a single day (RP time) Tombstone has lost the woman he loved,was prevented from attaining his revenge by those he felt he could trust...and will return to the commune to find it a burning wreck with the corpses of families he had hoped to defend everyplace...add to That the deaths of One Eye and Medicine Man..two people who were basically Tombstones "Fathers"....
Tombstone stormed to his bike,tossing a leg over it,the rage building inside of him was apocalyptic...his fury at having his opportunity to waste the fether who shot Daisy ripped from his grasp grew monstrous.
Tasha approached the biker cautiously " We have him Stone,don't you get it..we fething have him" she said.
Tombstone flashed her a look of pure hate and the woman stepped quickly back,a maniac laugh issued forth from somewhere deep inside the man " Have him?" Tombstone roared " No bitch..I had him...What's your grand plan" He spat,sarcasm dripping from each word " A trial perhaps??...having him answer for his crimes before some fething kangaroo court??"
Tasha lowered her head,realizing Tombstone was right " Stone ..I.." she started.
" Feth off Tasha" Tombstone said quietly " I don't have gak to say to you...get the feth away from me...and stay away."
Tasha looked up tears falling fro her eyes,how could she have been so stupid? " I promise you Stone...that fether will die" she turned and walked away quickly.
Tombstone spat on the ground,and prepared to start his bike.
"Stone!!" a voice carried over to the biker,T-Rex and Dead Man walked towards him,Tombstone glared at them,but decided to hear them out...as they had not participated in restraining him earlier.
" What the feth do you want" Tombstone said eyeing the two bikers.
" Stone we didn't try to stop you...we would never do anything like that" T-Rex said " We just want you to know...if you move on him again...or any one else..we will back you"
" We'll see..." Tombstone said,motioning for them to leave him alone.
Tombstone placed his head on the handlebars of his motorcycle,his vision going red.
" Tombstone." Keira said approaching the biker " Can I ride with you."
Tombstone glanced up at Keira,she was perhaps the only person he didn't want to kill at this moment,he offered her a small smile " Hop on."
She tossed her leg over the bike as Tombstone kicked the engine to life, a moment later they were headed towards the commune...Tombstone brain afire with thoughts of murder.
The three of them sat at the table. Well, Red Rat hung there more likely. The booze finally caught up on him.
"Have we thought about boarding up the place yet?" asked Robbie.
"We still need to do that, Robbie." Fox replied."Lets do that now. At least we won't die of boredom that way."
Fox got up, followed by Robbie. They tried to find anything to defend the building and themselves in it. ooden planks in front of the windows, closing off certain areas.....
"Hm?" Halon responded from the front seat, turning around to look at him
"I didn't want to kill them" Patrick said
"They forced me to do this. I didn't kill the man who I took the bike from, I simply knocked him out"
"I rode it on the road in search of someone, until I encountered these bloodthirsty people"
"They asked me to hand over the bike, which I refused, and then they started shooting at me"
"I killed the majority of them because of this, but I have punished myself for this already" Patrick motioned, taking a black rod out of its sheath slightly.
"They had already knew much Pain, but they brought this Pain upon themselves" Patrick explained
"I apologize for this dilemma I have put you in, Halon" Patrick said
"I'll try my best, but keep that vest on" Halon sighed
Patrick fell asleep, playing with the notion of how much that man wanted him to suffer.
How you suffer without Pain, I have no idea. Patrick thought
Tombstone roared along the roadway,the vibration from the big motorcycles engine bringing a tentative calm over him.
Tasha had been correct about one thing,the man..Patrick was at least being held,although Tombstone wouldn't kid himself that he would allow himself to be held much longer...the biker knew that if that guy wanted to haul ass...he would.
Tombstone resolved to kill him before he had the chance..."No body shot this time" The biker thought " I'll unload in his head...first chance I have." the biker smiled to himself " and god help anyone who gets in my way this time."
As the road rolled by,Tombstone noticed a faint glare in the distance...towards the commune.
" What the feth" he thought to himself,he quickly gunned his engine and caught up with the Hummer,motioning for Tasha to roll the window down.
The woman quickly opened the side window " What is it Stone?" she said with some alarm in her voice.
" Radio the commune!!" Tombstone shouted at her above the roar of the big Harley ,he pointed towards the glow in the distance " I got a really bad feeling."
Tasha nodded and grabbed the CB handset,several minutes of trying to raise the commune brought no reply at all.
" Nothing!!..No answer!!" she shouted out of the window to Tombstone who was keeping pace with the Hummer,occasionally staring at Patrick with a cold dead look.
"God fething Damnit!!" Tombstone shouted,pushing the engine harder and racing away from the Hummer,T-Rex and Dead Man,seeing Tombstone accelerating away,revved their engines to keep up with him.
Moments passed as the distance closed,there was no doubt now,the sky was a furious orange color and billows of black smoke where rising on the horizon...the commune was burning...no doubt.
" What the feth could have happened?!!" Tombstone thought as he crested the hill leading to the Commune.
He brought his bike to an abrupt halt,he could see it now...less than a mile away,the entire commune was engulfed in flame...the whole structure an inferno.
" My god" Tombstone thought " What the hell happened?!!"
Tombstone walked slowly amongst the still burning rubble and ruin of the commune. There must have been atleast fifty-odd ghouls here.. although he couldn't really tell biker from zombie amongst the burnt corpses.
Then, there was a sound. A voice. "Tombstone! Over here!"
Quick as a flash, Tombstone turned to look at where the voice had come from - and he saw someone he recognized. Roadkill, one of his bikers! Though he could hardly make him out in the darkness, Tombstone would know that voice anywhere. He'd never really spoken to Roadkill much, and he still wondered how he'd gotten his name, but he knew that he was an experienced man - he had atleast ten years on Tombstone.
"Roadkill! Man it's good to see you! What happened here?" Tombstone asked frantically. "Well, the zeds surprised us and we didn't have the manpower to hold 'em back.. One Eye activated the failsafe detonator.. it's a miracle he survived at all." "One Eye? He's alive? Where is he?" "This way, 'stone, but it ain't pretty.. I mean I'm no paramedic but it's obvious he should be dead, and I'm afraid that he probably will be soon." "One Eye's a fighter," Tombstone said as he followed Roadkill, "and it'll take more than a little heat to kill him." Roadkill chuckled, but there was no humour in his laugh, "I saw him and Medicine Man go down - they were the last, besides me, but I'd managed to escape the zombies by then - I'd managed to get onto one of the rooves - thank god there were no explosives in that one," Roadkill paused for breath before continueing, "anyway, you remember that giant ghoul with the exoskeleton back at the mansion a year ago?" "Yeah," Tombstone replied, "tough bugger, he was." "Well, there was one of 'em. It killed Medicine Man and was laying into One Eye when this place went boom."
Tombstone and Roadkill walked through the darkness and into the 'bunker', the only safe place from the inferno caused by the fail safe. When they'd found it a year ago, they'd all just presumed it'd been abandoned years ago, which it had, and they had stocked it with a weeks supply of food, drink and some first-aid kit incase the worst came. It was about thirty metres west of the commune, and was pretty well hidden under foliage and grass. The trapdoor was actually hidden by an old tree stump that they'd dug up and placed on top to stop people finding it. Roadkill and Tombstone hauled the treestump away, and opened the trapdoor. Roadkill climbed down the ladder first, and Tombstone followed..
Darkvoidof40k wrote:Y'know, now that I really think about it I was pretty harsh on you, FITZZ.
Ah well, what is done cannot be undone. Damn, hindsight is an amazing thing.
Truly amazing...and often 20/20.
None the less,I'm not complaining...I enjoyed most of the event as it played out,and actually don't mind "harsh" treatment..."From adversity rises greatness" (and such).
If I have any complaint at all concerning the event it would be Tombstones "people" turning against him and restraining him...bikers just don't behave in that manner,especially the 1% er variety that made up Tombstone "war party",IMO,having the Russian troops prevent Patrick's death would have made more sense...but,as I said...I'll play the cards as they fall.
Now,concerning the last "player event",I plan to alter two or three things when I write up my RP (nothing to change the situation...just plan to alter a few points concerning Roadkills back story) hope you don't mind.
Darkvoidof40k wrote:Y'know, now that I really think about it I was pretty harsh on you, FITZZ.
Ah well, what is done cannot be undone. Damn, hindsight is an amazing thing.
Truly amazing...and often 20/20.
None the less,I'm not complaining...I enjoyed most of the event as it played out,and actually don't mind "harsh" treatment..."From adversity rises greatness" (and such).
If I have any complaint at all concerning the event it would be Tombstones "people" turning against him and restraining him...bikers just don't behave in that manner,especially the 1% er variety that made up Tombstone "war party",IMO,having the Russian troops prevent Patrick's death would have made more sense...but,as I said...I'll play the cards as they fall.
Now,concerning the last "player event",I plan to alter two or three things when I write up my RP (nothing to change the situation...just plan to alter a few points concerning Roadkills back story) hope you don't mind.
No, infact I had earlier contemplated the idea of you making a whole character post starting from before Tombstone reached the commune and including, with possible variation, what I wrote. I do realise that the player event isn't (by far!) the best piece of writing I've ever done, but it was hastily done this morning.
Now, we both know about great minds quite well, and I had also thought, again with hindsight , of making the Russians defend Patrick. I also know the bikers probably wouldn't have done that, but it was all I could think of at the time - and as you wrote earlier, not all of them did.
I agree that, while my event may have been a good read, ultimately it wasn't particularly good.. and I'm not gonna bother using the early time of writing as an excuse again.
But, a hated enemy who, as far as they know, could've killed them all in a second with the Abram gave himself willingly to them as a show of good faith, I guess they just decided it wouldn't have been very honourable.
ed- It also seems Bonzo has gone to Canada and then run out of fuel..
Edit #2: Oh god. I've just had a brilliant idea concerning our mad clown. Hehehe..
Darkvoidof40k wrote:Y'know, now that I really think about it I was pretty harsh on you, FITZZ.
Ah well, what is done cannot be undone. Damn, hindsight is an amazing thing.
Truly amazing...and often 20/20.
None the less,I'm not complaining...I enjoyed most of the event as it played out,and actually don't mind "harsh" treatment..."From adversity rises greatness" (and such).
If I have any complaint at all concerning the event it would be Tombstones "people" turning against him and restraining him...bikers just don't behave in that manner,especially the 1% er variety that made up Tombstone "war party",IMO,having the Russian troops prevent Patrick's death would have made more sense...but,as I said...I'll play the cards as they fall.
Now,concerning the last "player event",I plan to alter two or three things when I write up my RP (nothing to change the situation...just plan to alter a few points concerning Roadkills back story) hope you don't mind.
No, infact I had earlier contemplated the idea of you making a whole character post starting from before Tombstone reached the commune and including, with possible variation, what I wrote. I do realise that the player event isn't (by far!) the best piece of writing I've ever done, but it was hastily done this morning.
Now, we both know about great minds quite well, and I had also thought, again with hindsight , of making the Russians defend Patrick. I also know the bikers probably wouldn't have done that, but it was all I could think of at the time - and as you wrote earlier, not all of them did.
I agree that, while my event may have been a good read, ultimately it wasn't particularly good.. and I'm not gonna bother using the early time of writing as an excuse again.
But, a hated enemy who, as far as they know, could've killed them all in a second with the Abram gave himself willingly to them as a show of good faith, I guess they just decided it wouldn't have been very honourable.
ed- It also seems Bonzo has gone to Canada and then run out of fuel..
Edit #2: Oh god. I've just had a brilliant idea concerning our mad clown. Hehehe..
Great minds indeed. ..I had planned to make the fact that Patrick had shown up in a tank and had then surrendered himself with out a fight,a key point in an upcoming RP in which Tombstone will confront his "traitorous" minions.
And concerning old Bonzo and his merry band...I've had a few ideas myself.
General Rarkov was thrown overboard on Kias' orders, and taken prisoner by 'Shadow'. Tombstone's left arm is pretty weak at the minute, considering it was stabbed only roughly 14 hours ago. He is also suffering from slight sleep deprivation. T-Rex is suffering from slight sleep deprivation. Cutter is suffering from slight sleep deprivation. Bingo is suffering from slight sleep deprivation. Dead Man is suffering from slight sleep deprivation. Ajax is suffering from slight sleep deprivation. Tasha is suffering from slight sleep deprivation. Roadkill is completely healthy. One Eye is seriously injured and suffering from Fourth Degree burns covering his entire body. In addition, his stomach has been cut open and he has lost a lot of blood. He is very weak and will die if not given professional medican surgery and ministration quickly. His wounds have had basic treatment.. ie he's covered in bandages. Bones is dead. Medicine Man is dead. A bunch of zombies are dead. Halon is suffering from slight sleep deprivation. Keira is suffering from slight sleep deprivation. Helena is suffering from slight sleep deprivation. Alexi is suffering from slight sleep deprivation. Robbie is completely healthy. Fox is completely healthy. Janje is going to die very soon. Jennifer is completely healthy. Patrick 'Pain' Syzlak is completely healthy, however he no longer has access to any of his weaponry. Mathew Saunders is roaming the land, following the Russian APCs to Pine Ville that contain Helena.
News Bloodthirsty Polkovnik Kias has usurped command of the Russian forces and given the order for full mobilisation. Helena and the Russians with her are going to Pine Ville to meet up with Sergeant Ivanov's scouts and Dmitri Vlassov's Sniper/scout team. Plenty of chatter on Russian radio frequencies, as usual, specifically about the General's dissapearance and Polkovnik Kias taking command. Also, there is a lot of talk about mobilisation and 'resistant American separatist forces attacking Russian forces". Also, reports of conflict between Russians and wasteland gangs in the far north is continueing - the savage attacks of 'Warlord Bonzo' is stalling Russian scout forces.
In addition, the group of bikers and whatnot are incredibly low on fuel for their vehicles. However, they did find a small surplus of fuel at the gas station.
As the remaining members of the group arrived and the smoldering wreck that had once been the commune,Tombstone stood silently listening to Roadkill as he relayed the events that had unfolded.
" I'm not sure exactly how we got breached Stone" Roadkill said with some frustration " I'm guessing that uber ghoul broke through our walls...all I know is that by the time I got out of my cabin...the walkers were everyplace."
Tombstone stared at Roadkill,saying nothing but motioning him to continue.
" Well" Roadkill went on " Your patrol was out...and One Eye had sent another Patrol up to Pine Ville..figured they'd go on the supply run,ya'know...so we were down to a dozen men here." Roadkill lowered his head reflectively " Two dozen woman and children...maybe more."
Tombstone nodded.
" We held 'em off as best we could Stone" Roadkill said,his voice breaking a little " But they were everywhere...we just didn't have enough guys,ya'know..they got into the meeting hall...all the kids Stone...the kids were hiding in there..alot of the women too." Roadkill paused choking back tears " We heard them screaming...some of the guys tried to get them out..but there was just too fething many of them...Stone..they were eating kids...and we couldn't stop them man."
Tombstone glanced towards the still smoldering structure that had once been the communes meeting hall,he closed his eyes..imagining the horror that had occurred in that building.
Roadkill continued " We lost a half dozen guys trying to get the kids out...the walkers just...just ripped them to pieces" The biker shook his head,trying to push the visions away " After that...we fell back ...One Eye was yelling for us to abandon the commune..but we couldn't get to the vehicles...then that big bitch..that monster hit us...took Medicine Man apart like a kid breaking a toy...then it went for One Eye...ripped him open man"
Again Tombstone nodded .."Then?" he prodded Roadkill to finish.
" Rest of the guys went down man" Roadkill said flatly " ...and I grabbed One Eye and ran...he's alive,back in the old bunker...but...I don't know how long he's got...he's all ripped up."
Tombstone placed a hand on Roadkills shoulder " You did all you could man..let's go check on One Eye".
Before heading off to the bunker with Roadkill,Tombstone motioned for T-Rex and Dead Man.
" I want you two to get the rest of our guys and sweep this area" the biker ordered " check for walkers..and hunt for anything that's salvageable.."
" On it boss" T-Rex answered quickly.
" There's a patrol headed to Pine Ville...tell Tasha to try to raise them on the CB." Tombstone said " Inform them of the situation here...and let them know we plan to link up with them soon."
Dead Man nodded.
" And one more thing" Tombstone said turning away to join Roadkill " Keep your eyes on that feth" the biker gestured towards Patrick " but don't go near him...he's mine."
The two bikers nodded and rushed off.
Tombstone joined Roadkill and together they headed towards the bunker.
" How in the feth had everything gone so bad so fast" Tombstone thought to himself.
RP part II ( yes it's a long one).
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Tombstone climbed down the access ladder leading down into the bunker,he paused for a moment upon dropping to the floor to allow his eyes to adjust to the dim light inside.
He quickly surveyed the contents of the area,a few boxes of MRE's,some basic trauma med supplies,a rack of various assault riffles,SMG's and pistols mounted to the far wall,several large boxes containing ammo,a portable CB and two 5 gallon cans of gas.
That was everything...all that was left of the commune,all that they had worked to carve out in this insane world...it was all gone save the few pathetic things piled in this concrete room.
Tombstone lowered his head,a deep weariness filling him.
" Stone" Roadkill said " One Eye...he's awake...I gave him some pain killers...but."
Tombstone nodded and walked over to where One Eye lay on an old army cot.
The sight of his friend hit Tombstone in the chest like a sledge hammer,although he was covered in bandages,Tombstone could see that One Eye had been burned alive...his skin was cracked and seeping a viscous fluid,huge patches of flesh were seared to the bone,black and destroyed like the skin of some horribly overcooked piece of meat.
"Stone" One Eye whispered through his ruined and blistered lips " Sit with me Brother...for one last time."
Tombstone advanced on trembling legs,his anger and pain welling up again at the sight of his friends condition.
" I'm here old man" Tombstone said as he took a seat next to the old cot " You just hang on Brother"
" Nothing left to hold on to." One Eye whispered,his blue eyes shinning withing his charred face " It's all gone Brother..we couldn't stop those things....now it's all gone."
" You don't worry about that" Tombstone said softly " Just hang on...I'm ...not going to loose you too."
One Eye blinked at the biker,a pained smile crossed his destroyed features " You don't worry yourself about me Stone...you worry about you.."
" Shhh" Tombstone said " You try to rest now..I'll get you some help man..I promise."
" I'll rest soon" One Eye said "have me a good long lay down....."
Tombstone said nothing,he simply had no words for the loss he felt.
T-Rex entered the bunker and slowly walked over to where Tombstone was seated.
" Sorry to bother you now Stone" T-Rex said.
"What did you find?" Tombstone said,never taking his eyes off of One Eye.
" Not much left man" T-Rx answered " Found some walkers...we dealt with them...we also found a few weapons and some supplies in two of the outer cabins,some food too."
" Anything else?" Tombstone said flatly.
" Two bikes that are operational,and one Hummer that didn't get fried..some ammo and emergency meds in that,and some fuel...but that's all" T-Rex reported.
Tombstone was silent for a long moment.
" So what do we do now Stone?" T-Rex asked.
" Go round up our people...Keira and Halon as well" Tombstone answered finally " Move everything to the entrance of the bunker...then get every one down here...we camp for a bit...get some rest."
" Tasha contacted the other patrol" T-Rex added " four guys...one truck and a Hummer..just outside of Pine Ville...they're waiting on orders as to what to do next."
"Tell Tasha to tell them to stay put...don't enter the town yet" Tombstone said.
" Will do Stone" T-Rex said heading for the ladder, he paused for a moment " What about...that guy..Patrick?"
Tombstone paused ,shook his head and said " Feth him for now...he doesn't get near the bunker...if he runs..he runs."
" Got you Stone" T-Rex said as he climbed the ladder and disappeared.
Tombstone turned back to One Eye " Hang on Brother." he repeated.
But One Eye had drifted back into unconsciousness.
The massive tread of the amtrack ran over a zombie crawling along the road hardly even noticing as it powered down the highway, jenniefer pressed the fighing stud and launched a grenade into a large group of zombies shreading most of them in an instant. she panned the turret left and foucused on one of the road-signs which read "south 60km - Pine Ville", the other city's name was obsucured by some fresh blood splatters.
"hey, Ma'am, some russian dude on the radio says he's seen one of your 'friends', should we follow it"
"where" she replied
"somewhere south of pineville, if we keep on the highway we should run right into him"
"do it, but let someone else drive fr a bit, get some rest"
"aye, ma'am"
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OOC: i'm coming down from the north, if you didn't know
Patrick watched as they piled into the bunker. He was told he could not go inside, which was disappointing.
Patrick sighed, he had slept in the car, and so was in no way tired.
He leaned against the wall of the bunker, lighting a cigarette.
The man named Tombstone would feel the ultimate Pain if he didn't give him his weapons back soon. He's had those weapons since he started in the Swedish Ops, and he would kill every one of them if his sword and rifle were not returned to him.
@ Karon..no bunker wall to lean on,the bunker is completely under ground.
BIC:...
Tombstone had left One Eyes side briefly to speak with Halon.
" So." Tombstone said,with a hint of irritation in his voice "Where did you meet your new friend?!"
Halon eyed the biker,not wanting a situation,but clearly not allowing himself to be intimidated " He's not a friend Stone..he showed up at my...establishment,and seemed like he could come in handy."
Tombstone stared blankly at Halon.
" Look Goddamnit!!" Halon said,his voice rising " I had no fething idea about what he'd done to Daisy..and no fething idea you were out to skin the guy...I didn't know what he had done!"
Tombstone nodded rubbing his eyes,he looked at Halon and let out a deep sigh " Well..now you know man" the biker said "Now you know."
Tombstone turned and walked back to where One Eye lay on the cot,he sat next to the old biker and lowered his head as if in prayer.
Hey guys, sorry about not posting for a while, I had finals and an acting performance going on. I get what's going on, and am back to rejoin the RP.
John drove towards the location of the explosion. From a distance he saw the Russians mobilising. By the time he got there, he could see that the base was now seemingly deserted.
There were lots of dead zeds, and several dead Russian militants. There was also the shell of a blown out tank. Seeing the destroyed tank made John feel as if he was going to cry, though he didn''t know why. It was probably just due to tanks being awesome, and destroyed tanks being saddening.
John got out of his armoured car, and entered the premises of the base. Once inside he passed out and collapsed, accidently letting off a round of bullets.
Hearing the round go off, the two militants that had been left behind grabbed their weapons and ran to the door of their building. Once they were outside, they were almost immediatly dead, stabbed through the back of the neck for both.
The man who was sometimes known as John was standing above their bodies, licking his knife clean.
*John is now his alternate personality. If you run into him, I would suggest to attempt to kill him.*
The IO ordered everyone back into the APC's and radioed the drivers to head to Pineville - apparently something was going on there. Even the scouts joined their convoy.
The squad medics cleared space on the benches and started work on the injured. The dead were sealed in body bags and placed carefully inside the cargo spaces.
The soldiers were really pissed, many of them swearing oaths of vengance against the bikers, Halon (his name had been supplied by the scouts - apparently he had been double dealing advanced elements of the Russian army for some time), and the other guy with him.
Already their descriptions and estimated position, heading and destination had been distributed over the radio network to the rest of the Russian forces.
Helena tried to relax. It was not the first time she had been in action, but it was the first time a situation had blow up, literally, so quickly and without warning. Though they had been warned about Americans laying traps and explosives - apparently the country suffered the most from LMOE's (Last Man On Earth) - probably something to do with their perceived survivalist and individualist roots. Neither of which helped in the end - America had suffered as much if not more than many other nations - their willingness to unleash nuclear weapons (and the amount they had in sstockpiles) meant that much of their country was now radioactive wasteland, especially several of their larger cities. She had heard that Russian forces in New York had encountered a blasted wasteland swarming with mutated zombies.
She lay back her head against the compartment wall and tried to catch some sleep before they were deployed again.
OOC: I'm a bit shocked that 30+ Russian commandos just stood there while that event took place, but ah well. Just means the 25+ Russians that survived and the rest of the Russian army are going to be taking a shoot first, ask questions later (ie American) attitude
I go away to take some tests and get sick and then I come back and Halon is the apocalypse's number one target... geeze...
*storms of muttering to self*
Anywho, yeah I've been sick and such so I just got to looking at the RP for the first time in awhile, will hopefully get some IC done today or tomorrow.
I go away to take some tests and get sick and then I come back and Halon is the apocalypse's number one target... geeze...
*storms of muttering to self*
Anywho, yeah I've been sick and such so I just got to looking at the RP for the first time in awhile, will hopefully get some IC done today or tomorrow.
T-Rex and Dead man finished a final sweep of the remains of the commune,amongst the burnt out frames of several buildings they had found the remains of a half dozen families...women and children they had both known and cared for.
" We should sweep the surrounding forest" Dead man said as they made their way back to the bunker " there could be some survivors ...some one who made it out..hiding out there."
T-Rex nodded wearily " In the morning man" he said " we can talk to Stone about it..but for now,let's get a bit of sleep."
Dead man nodded in agreement,he too was falling asleep on his feet,a few winks would do him a world of good " We should also pull any claymores and gak out of the tree lines...might come in handy...if there's any that didn't get triggered."
" True" T-Rex said with a yawn.
The two entered the clearing by the bunker entrance,examining the various vehicles that were parked nearby.
T-Rex noticed the guy called "Pain" hunched over sullenly against a tree,he glared at the two bikers as they walked past him and Dead man glared right back,his hand resting on his pistol.
" You should inform your leader that I require that my weapons be returned to me." Patrick said in a low voice
T-Rex eyed the man coldly " You should inform yourself to shut the feth up."
" Stupid lackey" Pain whispered " You will learn the meaning of pain"
Dead man offered a tired smile,shaking his head slightly " You sound like a little emo girl..do you know that?...I mean,it's a real tragedy that life's been so fething hard on you and you have this sick obsession..but honestly..you better realize...pain isn't your Provence alone..your not the only one to experience it...and your certainly not the only one who can deal it out."
Patrick stared at the biker blankly.
" Now if you'll excuse us..we have business to attend to" Dead man finished ,the two bikers turned and walked away,climbing down the bunker entrance.
I go away to take some tests and get sick and then I come back and Halon is the apocalypse's number one target... geeze...
*storms of muttering to self*
come on, not everyone wants to kill you, just quite a few
Tombstone glanced up as T-Rex and Dead man entered the bunker.
" We went over everything boss" T-Rex said " Nothing left to salvage on the commune...Dead man thinks we should sweep the surrounding forest..look for possible survivors.."
" We'll search in a few hours" Tombstone said " for now..get some rack time..I need you guys on your toes."
" Will do boss" Dead Man replied
" Oh boss" T-Rex added " That pain guy is out there...he says he wants his weapons back
" Oh does he" Tombstone said,feeling a bit perturbed "well that just makes me all kinds of sad"
T-Rex uttered a small laugh " yeah..I figured you'd be concerned about what he wants" the biker mocked.
" I'm concerned" Tombstone said,his face going blank and serious " I'm concerned with how many pieces I'm going to cut that fether into."
T-Rex and Dead man nodded and went off to catch some sleep.
Tombstone glanced up at the bunkers hatch,he walked over to the armament wrack and grabbed a small rucksack and a tool box and climbed up the ladder,a moment or so latter,he climbed back to the bunker floor,his work on the hatch complete.
Darkvoidof40k wrote:What work would this be, exactly? Sealing it, I presume?
Not so much sealing it as setting a claymore mine in position,now..if the hatch is opened..without deactivating the mine...BOOM..anyone outside the hatch is shredded.
Keira stood looking at the devastation. Having not been here before, she had no idea what the complex used to look like before an inevitable inferno.
Hand clamped over her mouth, Keira peered into a blazing building. Through the smoke, the signs of the dead were still visible. A charred, and mangled corpse of a biker, his back against the wall, a pair of pistols in his hands leered back at her from across the blazing building. Three corpses, presumably assailing ghouls lay crumpled at his feet. One was in the motion of chewing through the bikers ankle before the bullet had entered it's spine. The ghouls jaws were still distended around the man's joint.
If he had been bitten...
Keira realised that the infected probably hadn't torn everyone asunder. There were at least a dozen potential infected lying around, awaiting reanimation, awaiting the grip of the virus.
The bikers hand twitched. In a horrific display of rebirth, the ghoul began to pull itself to it's feet, half stumbling after putting weight upon it's devastated ankle. Keira pulled her machine pistol from it's holster and aimed down the barrel with her one good eye.
The ghoul let out a low forlorn moan, and crumpled back to the floor as a burst of fire punched into it.
Reloading, Keira eyed the rest of the blazing compound. The inferno had licked its way through most of the commune, and even now the flames were beginning to die.
Keira yawned sleepily, and, slightly perturbed at her lack of sleep, Keira wandered over to the bunker. As she passed the recumbent form of the crazed emo, he muttered something in her direction, just loud enough for her to stop and look, but low enough to be indecipherable.
"I'm sorry?" Keira said, turning to look at the man.
Patrick stood up, and smiled savagely at her. It sent a shiver down her spine, she felt uncomfortable, the same way she had felt when a certain type of society came to the hospital.
"F*ck you" she sighed, rolling her eye. Keira turned, and walked over too the bunkers trapdoor. She pulled on the handle, but it wouldn't budge. Frowning, Keira tried again.
It didn't so much as budge.
Either she wasn't strong enough, of something was jamming entrance into the bunker, and safety within.
"Guess you're out here with me tonight." Came a voice from behind.
After waiting for what seemed like days in the back of the hmmwv, something came over Saunders and he seemed to lose complete control of his body. For some reason, he stepped out the back of the vehicle and walked over to the wood line next to the road. He stood there and watched idly with look of puzzlement on his face as his friend was fired upon by someone in the tank and then dog piled by his friends as he tried to defend himself.
He just stood there still not in control of his body as his friends loaded up and drove off into the distance. He turned and started to walk through the woods toward his most hated enemy, the Russians and watched as they too, loaded up into their APC's and sped off leaving him alone in the woods next to the road. How anyone thought a person on foot could keep up with anyone without a vehicle of his one was beyond him.
As quick as it came he suddenly regained control of his body and he looked around, puzzled and pissed off. He now stood on the side of the road with none of his supplies, cause for some reason he acted against his own judgement and left them sitting in the hmmwv storage rack.
He started to walk down the long and dusty road in the direction that the bikers had driven off in.
"Sit" Patrick said, patting the ground next to him
Keira hesitated, but complied. She kept a hand on her holster.
"Do you care for these people?" Patrick asked
"Some of them. We split up a year ago, and I've found them again. They are my only chance at survival out here"
"You are a pragmatist, you do not care for their lives over your own?" Patrick said
"I suppose you could say that. It sounds bad when you put it like that" Keira said
Keira expected a laugh, but nothing of his face changed, at all.
"Hm?" Patrick asked Keira, who was staring at his eyes, the eyes that have made men kill themselves before the bearer of those eyes killed them
"What do you think of me? A monster? You assume I slaughtered that barbarians wife and his men for no reason?" Patrick said, his voice never raising or lowering
"Tell me the story" Keira said, her voice slightly hurt
"I was riding a bike that I had stolen from one of their patrol bikers. I didn't even kill that man, I knocked him out in a sleeper hold" Patrick said
"I encountered these people by chance, and they ordered me off the bike, which I refused. They opened fire on me with everything they had, but they underestimated me, and I killed the majority of them. They forced me to show them this Pain. The Pain I have known countless times." Pain said
"I left that man alive, because I wanted to. I could have ended his miserable life there" Patrick said
"Halon is the only one that accepted me, and that may even be jeopardized now" Pain said
"I had no idea" Keira responded
Patrick offered her a cigarette, which she took. Patrick lighted both of theirs.
"I'm going to be awake for the majority of the night. You can be safe in the knowledge that you will be alive when dawn comes."
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I'm not sure if I portrayed your character right, Ghosty, it was a bit rough. Apologies in advance if needed.
On the outskirts of Pine Ville,a small group of Satans Servants sat inside a Hummer,they passed a bottle of Jack Daniels around the group discussing the news they had received over the Hummers radio.
The entire commune was wiped out according to what Tasha had told them,over run by walkers...everything had gone up in flames.
Orders had come to them from Tombstone to hold position outside of Pine Ville until further notice,so they had no choice but to sit on their backsides and wait until they got the order to enter the town or return home...home they mused, what home??
The largest of the bikers,a huge bear of a man named "Woolly" exited the Hummer,he had consumed quite a few beers and nature called.
As the giant biker relived himself,he noticed a faint rumble in the distance,he had served in the Marines for several years,and even half drunk he recognized the sound of military hardware coming closer.
The huge biker zipped up quickly and raced for the Hummer,flinging the door open he spoke rapidly to the other bikers.
" We got a whole gak load of company headed this way." the biker said " pretty nicely armoured by the sounds of it."
" What?" a young biker called Double D said,a slight hint of fear creeping into his voice " You mean tanks or something?"
" Don't wet yourself junior" Woolly said " We're gonna move the Hummer into cover and then lay low until we see whats coming."
" And then?" Double D said,regaining some composer.
" And then we play it by ear" Woolly replied " Watch me for orders and stay frosty unless I say otherwise."
The other bikers nodded as Woolly pulled his bulk into the Hummer and deftly maneuvered the vehicle into a nearby out growth of foliage.
Saunders was walking for about thirty minutes when he heard the sound of a vehicle coming from a side road toward. He stopped and turned toward the sound and saw that an old school brown pickup truck was quickly coming down the road toward him. It was pretty clear that whomever it was had seen him and where he was currently standing, he wouldn't have time to safely get off the road and hide in the woods.
Moments later with its brakes screeching from needing to be replaced, the truck came to a stop about 20 feet in front of him in the middle of the road. Two men who desperately needed a bath and a shave jumped out. The passenger was holding a stagecoach shotgun and the driver was holding what looked like a campfire Remington 700 that had a healthy amount of duct tape applied to it.
"Well wut do we av ere?" said the passenger revealing some missing front teeth.
"I dun know Bo." Said the driver who also needed a dental plan. "Hey mister, ew from dat der smoke column back der?" he said pointing back to where the tank was still burning off in the distance sending up a oily black cloud of smoke.
"Yes I am" replied Saunder flatly as he sized up both men through his pro mask.
"You alone?"
"I am."
The two rednecks looked at each other before turning back to face the man in front of them.
"Well Bo, you know wut we do with loners, dontcha?"
"I sure do Earl" and with that the man leveled his stagecoach shotgun at Saunders and cocked back both hammers.
"Hands up mister, and no funny business"
Saunders complied and reached for the sky. He watched as the two men spoke back and forth to each other leading to the driver heading to the back of the truck to get some rope to restrain their new captive.
"Turn 'round you!" said the man with the shotgun.
Saunders turned his back on the man and let out a sigh.
"I don't have time for this." he muttered low under his breath.
"Wut you say?"
Saunders started taking small steps backward until with a sudden poke he felt the cold steel of the shotgun against the right side of his back.
"Wut are you? Sumkinda stupid?" spat the man through missing teeth.
"No, but you are."
Spinning suddenly into and away from the gun, Saunders used his own body to push the shotgun to one side. Startled, the man pulled the trigger and with a concussive blast he missed his target sending a healthy chunk of dirt kicking up into the air.
Using his body's momentum from the spin Saunders right palm reached out and struck the man square on the chin while his left hand he gripped the shotgun. He heard teeth crunch from the palm strike and the man stumbled off balance backwards with blood already coming from his mouth. With his grip weakened from the blow, Saunders reversed the gun toward its user and with a loud snap he broke the mans trigger finger. He then reversed again and relieved the man of his weapons he fell to the ground crying in pain. The driver came around from the side of the truck just in time to eat a 12 gauge round square to the chest sending him tumbling backward in a spray of red gore.
Saunders turned slowly to face the man on the ground who was in the fetal position nursing his already swollen and red trigger finger. With tears in his eyes he looked up at the man towering over him.
"Have mercy!" he cried in between sobs of pain
Saunders looked down at the man and paused for a second as if considering an answer before replying.
"Never."
He flipped the shotgun around 180 and while holding the end of the barrels he used it like a golf club and swung hard as if teeing off into the side of the mans head several times until nothing remained that resemble human.
A few minutes later after searching the bodies for anything useful, Saunders put the truck into gear and drove continued down the road heading in the direction that his friends had taken.
As he drove down the road, the voices in his head applauded and sang praise of his actions. He just smiled beneath a bloody mask as he drove into the sunset.
The man who was sometimes know as John walked casually down the highway. He had been following a human who had just been picked up by two people, whom he had then proceeded to kill. John liked this man's bloolust, and as such liked this guy. He would enjoy either his company, or if the circumstances were different, his blood.
He had seen a sign pointing in the direction the man had driven. It read "Pineville: 25 mi." John smiled a crooked smile devoid of any and all emotion save one of bloodlust and joy. He then returned to the base and got back into his armoured car to go to Pineville for some "fun."
Halon didn't want to push Tomb tonight concerning Patrick and didn't really want to spend the night with a bunch of bikers who may feel like they owe their leader a favor.
Halon had been walking around within a small radius of the hatch to the bunker when he noticed Keira sitting and talking with Patrick.
"What's going on here, thought you would be inside." Halon said taking a seat across from the two.
"Door's stuck" Keira said waving her hand towards the hatch.
"Damn, Tomb does not like you my friend." Halon said looking at the hatch.
"I think being shot in the chest would've been a better indicator." Patrick responded in his same tone.
"Well, I guess we're stuck out here for awhile and in the morning I want to talk to Tomb about going back to our place." Halon said to Patrick.
"I think the best thing to do right now is catch you up on what we've been through." Halon said indicating Keira and the bunker.
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"Well, that may have been almost an hour." Patrick said after hearing the end of the tales Halon and Keira had managed to tell him.
"Yep, but that's a couple of hours less we have to be bored." Halon replied yawning.
"So, that Jennifer, Phoenix's daughter, she still alive?" Patrick asked.
"Huh? Yeah she may be alive, had a lot of guys with freakin machine guns and stuff." Halon said looking at Patrick.
"If she knows that her father's dead, and that you killed him wouldnt she be after you?" Patrick continued his questioning.
Halon looked down and raised his hand to his chin in thought.
"Feth!" Halon said loudly.
"What?" Keira asked.
"Jen did give off that 'heartless witch' vibe, damnit, damnit, damnit!" Halon said as he stood up and began pacing.
"And then I blow up some russians, and then Tomb is mad at me because of Patrick, no offense," Halon pointed at Patrick for a second before contnuing his pacing "Patrick you're only one person if you stick with me and, and..."
Halon sat down and put his face in his hands.
"Halon, you alright?" Keira asked leaning forwards.
"Yeah, I'm only screwed in an apocalypse." Halon said while smiling weakly and falling on his back, "Ohhh, I hate this crap!"
There was a bit of silence as Keira looked at Patrick to see what she should do in reaction to this, but Patrick's face wasn't a good indicator of anything except for his presence.
Halon's rapid rise startled Keira and the next words that came from him almost shocked her as well.
"I gotta kill her." Halon stammered and noticed Keira's looks.
"Not you, Jen, she's gotta die. Don't want to do it, but I have to fething kill her." Halon continued to stammer as he looked into the dirt.
Tombstone was startled from his light doze by the sounds of someone gasping for breath,for a brief moment he thought it was Daisy.
In his slumber the biker had dreamed of her,she had been beautiful,radiant even,she had tried to tell him something..but he couldn't hear her very well,someone was screaming..all Tombstone could do was tell her how much he loved her...how he missed her..and how sorry he was for not being able to protect her.
" I failed her" Tombstone thought "when it counted the most..I failed her".
The Biker snapped awake,T-Rex was standing over him.
" Stone..it's One Eye" the young biker stammered " I..I think he's dying"
Tombstone was on his feet and at One Eyes side in a second,he saw that the old biker was indeed having difficulty breathing.
" Feth" Tombstone said,he quickly glanced around the concrete room for Keira,being a nurse she would be able to help.
she was no where to be found.
" Feth me" Tombstone thought "is she still outside?"
The biker jumped to hiss feet and raced up the bunker ladder,quickly disarming the claymore he'd set earlier,he threw open the bunkers hatchway.
Sitting outside he saw Halon,Keira and the hated Patrick.
He looked quickly to Keira and spoke " I need you..please..I think One Eye may be dying."
Jk, but the next roleplay 'milestone' or two are only as close as you guys make 'em. Personally, I'm itching to reveal my secret plans and what-have-you.
Yeah, I am not role-playing. Because i am not included in the event. Will eventually be when all the characters get drawn to pineville along with some russians, so we can have a big barbecue. Besides, they are sleeping.
FM Ninja 048 wrote:OOC: i'm just outside Pine Ville, so i can encounter anybody who wants someone to talk to
IIRC your character is also ridding along in armoured transport (perhaps a few vehicles),so it's possible the the armoured patrol the group of bikers heard out side of Pine Ville could be your group and not Silvers...
Night had fallen as Saunders drove the redneck jalopy down the old road. It had soon become apparent that the fuel that was in the trucks tank was either no good or some kind of home brewed bio fuel as the truck was running really rough.
Saunders shifted the rusting pos into another gear with a metallic grinding sound as the transmission changed gears. As he rounded a corner in the road, he could see off in the distance the tell tale orange glow of something large burning against the night sky. He turned the truck off the main road onto an unpaved road loading off toward whatever it was that was burning.
Saunders pulled up into the flaming remains of the compound and shifted the truck into neutral before killing it. He just sat there for a few moments looking around and let everything sink in.
IC: Keira stood up, startled by Tombstones sudden appearance. Even as he called to her, his eyes were fixed on Patrick, and his hand was floating just above his holster. After what seemed like an age, 'Stone controlled his inner turmoil, and motioned for Keira to follow.
Descending into the Bunker, Tombstone led the way through the darkly lit passages towards One eye. The entire time no words were exchanged between Keira and him, which unnerved her.
She didn't even know One eye had been alive. The revelation struck home when they entered his room.
The bedsheets were stained brown and yellow, sticky to the touch, and disgusting to smell.
A man, bandaged hastily, lay upon them, a slick of pus and clear fluid oozing it's way from between the gaps of the linen.
"F*ck me."
The skin, flaked and blackened was devastating to look upon, it's image akin to cornflakes.
Keira felt sick at that thought.
Breathing was shallow, barely audible. His eyes, they were half open, and his cracked torn lips held a small end of a cigarette.
Keira walked briskly over, and washed her hands in a basin. She then turned to 'Stone, who was staring at his mentor, clutching the dying man's hand.
FM Ninja 048 wrote:OOC: i'm just outside Pine Ville, so i can encounter anybody who wants someone to talk to
Yes! someone to lure into our dark, smelly, police station with holding cells full of dead humans, blood splattered to the walls and not to mention all the impaled bodies here and there. Join our sadistic club!
(No seriuosly, I am thinking of making Robbie the knda character who hunts you down like in a horror movie. Somethink like 'Friday the13th. Or even The devil's rejects. Loved the film. I do think that these kinda killers would fit perfectly in thi RPG. )
But for the moment, Robbie is kind....I said for the the moment.
FM Ninja 048 wrote:OOC: i'm just outside Pine Ville, so i can encounter anybody who wants someone to talk to
IIRC your character is also ridding along in armoured transport (perhaps a few vehicles),so it's possible the the armoured patrol the group of bikers heard out side of Pine Ville could be your group and not Silvers...
Tombstone stared at Keira,the woman noticing that for the first time she could ever recall the biker looked almost helpless.
His eyes fixed on Keiras,tears forming " Help him if you can..please." Tombstone whispered,his voice cracking as he spoke
Keira knew that the old biker would probably die before the sun rose,but she would do everything she could to help him and if nothing else attempt to ease his pain.
" I'll do every thing I can for him" Keira said " I promise."
she gently touched Tombstone cheek ,she couldn't bring herself to tell the man that the old biker would probably die soon.
Tombstone grasped Keiras hand in his,staring at her with a forced smile " I know you'll try Keira...that's all I can ask you to do." the biker turned to face One Eye " Fight hard old man" he whispered.
Keira leaned over One Eye examining his condition closer "Dear God" she thought " How is even alive?"
Some wheezing that to someone with incredibly sensitive - beyond human - hearing might have been able to hear, could have been words.
As far as Tombstone was concerned, One Eye had just made a wise joke. Lying there, almost surely mortally injured with little chance of seeing daylight again.. and he cracks a joke.
Keira moved over too the recumbent form of the mortally injured biker.
"Hey there one eye, How're you doing there?"
The bikers eyes were unfocused, but, as if it required great effort, his eyes inched their way to Keira's face. A slight movement of his face indicated he was frowning.
"Yeah, you n' me are the same now honey, we're both coping with one eye now. Now, lets see what we can do to get you back on your feet again."
She turned to Tombstone, who was now standing at the edge of the bed, giving her as much room as she needed, almost as if he was keeping clear of an impossible miracle he was desperate for to happen. Keira motioned at the bed sheets.
"Stone, can you see if you can whip up some better sheets, and some more bandages? These things could let infection take hold."
Tombstone nodded, and strode off.
She turned back to One eye, and began to peel back the clump of bandaging on the stomach. Under three layers, she found the true extent of the injury. Most of the lower intestine was missing, and it looked as if the diaphragm had been torn apart. No wonder his breathing was becoming laboured.
She looked back up to One eye, and before she began to try and help him, she administered a local antithetic.
"This ain't gonna hurt, think of something nice, like cornflakes."
'Stone returned his arms filled with sheets and rolls of bandaging. He even had a tub of talc powder balanced on the top.
"Good work, thanks."
Another bed was made up beside One eye, and the difficult task of moving him without hurting him began. Inch by inch, the foul smelling blanket was pulled from underneath him, and replaced with the new, if slightly moth eaten sheets. Keira then began to unravel the bandages.
"It's important we get these injuries cleaned up properly, or he'll suffer from septicaemia. I got a bit of antiseptic cream, but it wont stretch to cover all these injuries. I guess we'll use the talc to dry the wounds. Best chance we have considering."
Tombstone nodded, and helped remove the last of the bandaging.
The Amtracks rummbled down the highway a small cloud of dust billowing behind them in the dark, the turrets scanning left and right looking out for more zombies, Woolly and Double D watched from under the bushes at the side of the road as the APC went past
"hey, those are american trucks, maby there's friendlys inside" woolly whispered to Double D
"yeah, or the Zs can drive now" Double D snorted back
"well we may as well try something" he said, picking himself up from the dirt and jogging into the middle of the road, he fired off a round at the back of the Amtrack, srtiking the rear door. The response was almost imediate, the amtrack stopped in it's tracks and the turret spun round foucusing on the biker. the other amtrack stopped a little further up the road. The ramps crashed to the ground and fourteen heavily armed troopers poured down the ramps, guns pointed at woolly.
"DROP THE WEAPON! and get down on the ground"
"DROP THE WEAPON! they repeated, lasers forming paterns of red and green on woolly's chest.
Woolly dropped the gun and got down on his knees, he didn't want to start a fight with what seemed to be a group of american soliders, he glanced over to the bush were the rest of the bikers were hidingand saw them all shuffle back a bit Scratch holding his hand over Double D's mouth. one of them walked up tho him assault rifle slung at his side.
"I'm GySgt Hardie, leader of these here troopers, who might you be" He started "I hope you ain't out here all on your lone-some"
"No, I got some friends over there, Sir" he motioned to the bushes, twisting to the side as he did so. The GySgt grabbed his arm as he did so.
"what do you mean, Sir, you one of us?
"Sgt, served in the middle east, retired a few years ago, got a bike, joined a gang, then got tossed into this gak."
" so you're a biker now, a 'Satans Servant', you got a boss or are you all that's left"
"we got a boss, you wanna talk to him, we'll give him a call"
"right, you got a radio, we're going to head back to the amtracks, call us on channel 9, when you wanna talk"
the marine turned bck towards the amtrack ant the other slowly closed in their perimiter before sealing up the ramps.
Hardie jumped into the front vehicle, and Sat down next to Jennifer. She looked at him as he pulled down hus Buff and lifted up his goggles.
"bikers, Satans. one of them is Ex corps, they're going to radio their leader and see if he wants to talk, probably Tombstone. you may want to stay in the vehicle at the moment, I'll judge some reactions for you, be your body away from your body."
Very well 'Gunny', we'll do it your way she said.
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*GySgt is the abreviation for Gunnery Sergeant
*buffs are those strechy neck tubes things you get in hiking shops
"I was once an assassin for the Swedish Government. If you need someone to stop breathing, I know how to do it in more ways you thought possible." Patrick explained
Halon smiled
"I'll be sure to throw you in front of the bullets whenever possible" Halon laughed
"That man that is dieing down there, do you see the impact it is having on Tombstone?" Patrick said
"He has caused this all by being an idiot, he is the reason his wife died, and his whole community was destroyed" Patrick said, his voice slightly raising, a rare occasion.
"This Pain he is experiencing, was brought on by himself" Patrick said
"I want you to keep this in mind when that old man dies, because Tombstone will put his fury on the one he hates the most at this time. He will experience the ultimate Pain if he points a gun at me" Patrick said
John drove on, past a burning building complex, past everything. He was going straight to Pineville. There were people there, he was sure of that. And even if there weren't that many people, there would at least be zombies. There were always zombies, ever since that fateful day almost over a year ago.
As Keira and Tombstone attended to One Eye,the CB crackled with an incoming message.
"Patrol to base..come back..this is Woolly over." Came the voice of the distant biker.
Tombstone shot a quick glance over his shoulder and motioned for Dead man to answer the call,the biker did so quickly.
" Woolly this is base ..what's the word?..over." Deadman said.
" We've run into a military patrol...Marines headed into Pine Ville apparently...It seems they want to communicate with Stone..over." Woolly replied
Tombstone again looked over his shoulder towards Deadman " Tell Woolly to use his best judgement...if he feels it's prudent..follow the military patrol into Pine Ville..establish a perimeter..we'll be in contact shortly.".
Deadman relayed the message to Woolly, adding that these were Tombstones exact orders and to watch their asses before signing off.
As he stood and walked from the CB,Deadman heard muttering coming from above,outside the hatch,he slowly climbed the ladder and listened carefully to the conversation taking place outside.
A few moments later the biker dropped to the bunkers floor,a small smile spread across his face,he briefly interrupted Tombstone and the two bikers stood in whispered conversation for several moments.
When they had finished,Tombstone returned to One Eyes side,while Deadman gathered the rest of the bikers.
Halon climbed down the disarmed hatch, he had decided that this new circumstance with One Eye would be a good time to try and smooth things over. Halon had told Patrick to stay calm and to just wait outside unless something bad was happening.
When he managed to find Tomb, there were a bunch of bikers surrounding him.
"Hey Tomb, I need to talk to you." Halon said from behind one of the bikers, "Don't mean to interrupt anything, but I really need to say something."
Tomb looked at Halon and looked at his bikers, "Sit still for a second, I'll be right back."
Tomb walked over to Halon and followed him to the little opening near the hatch.
"Listen Tomb, I need that guy out there alright?" Halon said quickly, "I know he's caused you a lot of trouble, but I think that I may be in a lot of trouble myself."
"Why is that you think?" Tomb said, "That guy you took with ya is trouble, could that be it?" He was almost mocking Halon for his choices.
"No, its not that guy, its Jen." Halon said, "She went away with a bunch of guys with guns, chances are she's alive and doesn't want me to be."
"Yeah, you did kill her dad you know." Tomb said smiling a bit at that memory, "That tends to rub people the wrong way." he finished and began to turn away.
"Yeah, and I can understand it, but that's not the only thing I wanted to tell you." Halon said grabbing Tomb by his arm, "I know One Eye is in some spot of trouble and this place isn't the best in terms of inventory you know."
"And..." Tomb said.
"Well, I have a place like you did, except mine should still be in the way I left it." Halon said thinking of how to describe it, "You know the old Gala Hotel in James City?"
"Vaguely, I was never their type of client back in the day." Tomb said chuckling at his own joke.
"Well, after we left my group decided to clear it out and make it our own." Halon said feeling better after Tomb had cracked a small joke, "After that we put a nice 12 foot wall made of cement around it, got some generators, and gathered survivors and weapons."
"So you made a hotel into a fortress?" Tomb asked while stroking his beard.
"Yeah, and we should have better medical supplies than what's in here." Halon continued excitedly, "Hopefully we can take care of One Eye and if not... well... he would die in an old five star hotel." the last part came out solemnly.
Tomb looked down and thought a bit before turning back towards his bikers.
"You gave me something to think about there, Halon." Tomb said as he began to walk away, "I may not have to kill you after all."
Halon's eyes widened at the last part before Tomb turned around and said "Gotcha!" with a large smile.
Halon felt relieved, "It was always a good thing when Tomb joked around." Halon thought to himself as he climbed back out of the bunker.
Tombstone walked back over to where Keira was finishing the process of changing One Eyes bandages.
She turned and faced Tombstone " I've done all I can for now..I've administered some pain killer,and dressed the wounds as best I can..but."
" But?" Tombstone inquired.
" But." Keira sighed " The medical supplies here are hopelessly inadequate..I'm working with nothing here Stone..if I have any chance of saving him..any at all..I need better supplies..better equipment...hell.I need a damn trauma center."
Tombstone rubbed his eyes reflectively,thinking about his conversation with Halon " Do you think we could move him?" the biker asked Keira.
" Stone..if we move him he may die" Keira said solemnly " But if we don't try to move him...he definitely will."
Tombstone nodded turning to One Eye ,he let out a long sigh " I don't see any choice then..we'll have to try."
Woolly paused for a moment before lifting the CB handset,he keyed the mic " Gunnery Sergeant Hardie..this is Woolly calling Gunnery Sergeant Hardie...over"
The reply came almost instantly " This is Hardie..what's the word?..over."
Woolly quickly relayed his conversation with the bikers at the communes remains to Hardie,informing the Gunnery Sargent that Tombstone had given them assurance he'd be in contact briefly.
" Roger that Woolly" Hardie replied " You guys sit tight for a bit...I'll contact you in a moment...Hardie out."
Hardie turned to Jennifer " Ma'am..it seems as though Tombstone is definitely alive...and those boys out there know exactly where to find him."
Patrick saw Halon climb up the ladder, with a slight smile on his face.
"You are unharmed?" Patrick asked
"Yes, yes. It looks like we are heading back to paradise" Halon said
"Halon, I need my weapons back" Patrick said
"If they aren't returned to me before we start traveling again, I will not be able to protect you without my rifle. That rifle was custom made for me. Nobody alive right now can make that gun." Patrick said
Halon sighed
"That man will die in transport if that is your intent. There is a high chance we will encounter some sort of obstacle, and I will not be slain because they want to save a dead man."
"No, no, I don't want any more of these people dead." Halon said looking down at the ground and putting his hands on his hip.
"Listen, Patrick." Halon began "I'll get your weapons back, but you got to be cool."
"I think I've been pretty 'cool' myself." Patrick said noting his expressionless face.
"No, I mean act like a not you for a little bit." Halon said gesturing towards Patrick with his hand.
"Not me?" Patrick asked, "You want me to change for them?"
"Listen Patrick, don't take this wrong but you're not the personable type and that doesn't help your past with the others." Halon continued noting a subtle tenseness in Patrick's voice.
"So you want me to be less like me and more like them?" Patrick asked.
"Not necessarily that either," Halon said rubbing the back f his head, "Tomb is kind of hot headed and the bikers are kind of like him so if you acted like them there would be mre dead people."
"Then you want me to be like you?" Patrick continued almost enjoying this little conversation.
"No, one of me is enough, you need to be like... like... Keira!" Halon said walking quickly to Patrick.
"And how is that?" Patrick crossed his arms and watched Halon approach him.
"Well, be calm and collected first of all." Halon said resting his hand on Patrick's shoulder and pulling him into a huddle with him. "Also you need to be at least somewhat nice and talkative. Not too much about this Avatar of Pain stuff alright? That tends to creep the gak outta people."
"So you want me to be less threatening?" Patrick asked, "I can try to do that."
"I also want you to chop your balls off and let your hair out." Halon said taking a knife out and giving it to Patrick.
Patrick just stared at Halon and took in a deep breath.
"That was a bad joke." Patrick said.
"I know, but you also need to smile at least once and not when something bad happens to Tomb or one of the bikers." Halon said slapping Patrick on the back. "Oh, and nice job with the bombs in the tank."
Preparations for departure were almost complete,the majority of armaments and supplies had been loaded onto one of the Hummers,with the remainder of the ammo being stowed away in various motorcycle baggage.
One Eye had been secured,as gently as possible to his cot,the operation of getting the man out of the bunker had been a cumbersome one,as the hatch was the only entrance/exit...but the bikers had managed to get their friend out with minimal discomfort to the old man and under the watchful eyes of Keira and Tombstone,had insured he was safely secured in the rear of the second Hummer.
In the process of loading various supplies,Tombstone had found Medicine Mans bag of medicinal supplies,his "ju ju" bag as he had called it,inside were various salves and containers of creams and poultices as well as various pill bottles.
Among Medicine Mans possessions,Tombstone also found a beaded ceremonial necklace,Medicine Man had once told Tombstone that it had been in his family for over four hundred years,and among his tribe was considered to be a talisman of great healing.
The biker turned to Keira holding the necklace out to her " He would have wanted to pass this along to you" Tombstone said " By his ways..your the tribal healer now."
Keira hesitated for a moment,but after a moment nodded allowing Tombstone to slip the necklace around her neck.
A single tear formed in Keiras eye,she brushed it away quickly and rushed off to attend to One Eye.
Tombstone turned to where Halon stood talking to Patrick,he felt the familiar rage boil up in him at the sight of the man who he had come to know as "Pain".
The Biker motioned for Deadman,who quickly rushed over to were Tombstone stood.
" Bring me his weapons" Tombstone said pointing at the man.
Deadman rushed off to collect the one called Patrick bags.
He returned them to Tombstone,who quickly examined them,the riffle had been emptied of ammo,each magazine as well.
The bikers walked over to where Halon and "Pain" stood,Tombstone noticed Halon stiffen slightly at their approach.
Tombstone held up a hand to Halon,assuring his friend not to worry.
The Biker cast a murderous eye on Patrick " Word is your belly aching about your gear..so here it is" Tombstone tossed the bag at Patricks feet "There's no ammo..and any attempt to load your weapon will be considered an act of war."
Patrick begin to protest but Halon told him to be quiet.
Tombstone continued through gritted teeth "I've got more important things to concern myself with then worrying about you making a grab for you weapons..now you have them...in a way..I pray you try to use them..as cutting your heart from your chest would please me beyond words." The biker spat on the ground and continued " If you've a brain inside your sick little head...which I doubt..you'll take your gak and leave...but..I doubt your that smart...so stick around...we'll have our dance real soon."
The group of biker turned and walked away from the two men,returning to the Vehicles to finish preparations for the departure.
"Before we leave Tomb, I don't think we should take the highway there. Last time we were on the highway we left an exlpoding tank there." Halon told Tomb.
"So they shouldn't expect us to be on the highway then eh?" Tomb replied.
"I don't know, I guess we'll just have to find out in due time I guess." Halon said shrugging and meeting back up with Patrick.
"I need ammo or else I cannot fight." Patrick said, "I also cannot kill your enemies or defend you if something should happen."
"Hey, he gave you your weapons back, that's a fantastic start considering he wants to smear you all over the asphalt." Halon began while deciding which vehicle to climb into. "When we get back, perhaps you can get your hand on some ammo. We've got a nice stash in the kitchen area."
"You keep ammo in the kitchen?" Patrick asked.
"Yep, food and ammo are necessary to survival. Might as well keep them together you know." Halon said still looking around.
OOC: What kind of vehicles we looking at outside of hummers, or is it just hummers?
Saunders walked through the remains of the compound as all around him the survivors hurried about their various tasks as they prepared to leave. The smell of smoke and the burned dead filled the air and even through his mask it attempted to assault his senses.
He approached where a group of people were stacking the former bikers weapons and ammo for inventory. Something in a brown leather hip scabbard caught his eye and he bent down and picked up a lever action pistol in 45. He flipped it over in his hands inspecting it and found it to be in good working order. He put the holster around his waist and walked over to the pile of ammo that was sitting nearby and after a short stint he found a few boxes of shells and collected them.
He walked back over to the hmmwv and sat on the hood reloading his new weapon watching the people around him as they went about their business.
The total amount of vehicles that we currently have access to is two Hummers and five motorcycles.
Tombstone,T-Rex,Deadman & Roadkill will be on 4 of the 5 bikes.
One of the Hummers is fairly packed with supplies,Ajax is driving,Bingo riding shotgun.
The other is occupied by Keira and Tasha who are attending to One Eye, and Cutter is driving.
Tasha bears Patrick a killing grudge,as do all of the bikers..so...it looks like Halon has a motorcycle...pain can ride pile on.
or...Halon could always "locate" a "missed" vehicle,the sweeps of the commune where done at night..and the bikers who did it were very fatigued and shell shocked at the destruction of the commune....
Oh..and Saunders is in the Hummer with Cutter...but he did arive in an old pick up truck.
Heh. It's a shame that Shadow took that Pickup then, eh?
Keep your eyes peeled. You never know, you might see him riding from the sunset..
Oh yeah, while I'm speaking about him.. nobody seemed to care he was still, rather expectedly, alive. Meh. I 'spose the rest of the stuff, ie blowing you guys' peoples up and stuff would kinda take your mind of that..
Halon searched around the compound. All of the vehicles were taken save for a motorcycle that he didn't know how to drive, besides motorcycles were never manly nor awesome enough for Halon.
Searching around he found to his surprise an Apache attack helicopter made out of chocolate. Halon's face lit up as he climbed in and began to take off. The chopper flew through the air like a rampaging gazelle, elegant but deadly.
Halon flew back to his hotel and found his nefarious enemy, Jennifer. With the power of 601 rabid caribou tripping on acid Halon sprung into action shooting gumballs and explosive tipped taffy.
As Jennifer and her crew melted into puddles of pure gold due to the sweet awesome Halon could only laugh and fly around the world twice to celebrate before flying to the moon to claim it as his own.
Darkvoidof40k wrote:Heh. It's a shame that Shadow took that Pickup then, eh?
Keep your eyes peeled. You never know, you might see him riding from the sunset..
Oh yeah, while I'm speaking about him.. nobody seemed to care he was still, rather expectedly, alive. Meh. I 'spose the rest of the stuff, ie blowing you guys' peoples up and stuff would kinda take your mind of that..
Honestly..I thought you were having a joke concerning "Shadows hi-jinks",as I believe we had all established that Shadow would be sitting this round out due to your position as GM.
halonachos wrote:Halon searched around the compound. All of the vehicles were taken save for a motorcycle that he didn't know how to drive, besides motorcycles were never manly nor awesome enough for Halon.
Searching around he found to his surprise an Apache attack helicopter made out of chocolate. Halon's face lit up as he climbed in and began to take off. The chopper flew through the air like a rampaging gazelle, elegant but deadly.
Halon flew back to his hotel and found his nefarious enemy, Jennifer. With the power of 601 rabid caribou tripping on acid Halon sprung into action shooting gumballs and explosive tipped taffy.
As Jennifer and her crew melted into puddles of pure gold due to the sweet awesome Halon could only laugh and fly around the world twice to celebrate before flying to the moon to claim it as his own.
[on knees] Please i read more of the RP and i really want to join if this is an unacceptable apology then i will leave you in peace so i am Sorry so very Sorry sorry as sorry can be and this is all ooc.
Ninja, you can join whenever. Just follow the rules I set you earlier;
Read the entire thread. Create a character (or just stick with the same one) Use a spellchecker please, as it can be (no offense intended here) rather hard on the eyes to read your posts.
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Oh ya, FITZZ, I said Shadow wasn't going to be a 'player character' (atleast, not as such..).
I can still use him as an NPC and give him a profile anyways (which I've already done.).
Ninja, you can join whenever. Just follow the rules I set you earlier;
Read the entire thread.
Create a character (or just stick with the same one)
Use a spellchecker please, as it can be (no offense intended here) rather hard on the eyes to read your posts.
Edit:
Oh ya, FITZZ, I said Shadow wasn't going to be a 'player character' (atleast, not as such..).
I can still use him as an NPC and give him a profile anyways (which I've already done.).
No problem Dark...Cry havoc and let slip the one called Shadow.
Tombstone shook his head,for a moment he could have sworn he saw Halon fly away in a Helicopter made entirely of chocolate..." I've done way to many drugs in my life" Tombstone muttered to himself as he walked over to greet Saunders and bring him up to speed on the situation.
"This is radio Nowhere, I'm your host Gunnery Sergeant Hardie, and on the show tonight we have a new listener on the phone. Hello caller, whats your name and where are you calling from" he called into the mic turning round and glancing at jennifer, she held back a giggle and sat back down.
Tombstone grabbed the CB mic from the dashboard of the hummer clicking in the talk button "I'm Tombstone, they're my bikers you found, so cut the crap"
"well hello there, Woolly mentioned you. Tombstone, funny name, do you have something more formal I can call you"
"Tombstones fine, now what do you want, i'm kind of busy"
"we're moving house, don't suppose you guys have anywhere to stay do you"
"we live out the trucks, safer that way, i'm sure you could apriciate some more muscle though, we'd be happy to help"
"we're heading out soon so if you follow my guys in the hummer, they'll lead you right to us. See you soon, try and stay clear of the city to the west, it was one of the 'Lucky' ones"
"There we have it folks, tombstone, the local satans servants boss. that's all we have time for tonight and now we have 'Paint it Black' by the Rolling Stones"
Tombstone stared in disbelife as he put the reciver down, sure enough music was coming through the speacker of the radio and all across the compound people were turning on their radios to here something they hadn't heard in almost a year.
"damn Tombs, these marines have everything covered, we might not need you anymore" Saunder said jokingly, ebowing Tombstone gently in the ribs.
Tombstone shook his head "All I need right now,a Marine that wants to be a DJ" he muttered,still some of his boys where with this Hardie guy,and he needed to contact them..let them know what was happening.
Tombstone keyed the handset "Woolly..you out there man..this is Tombstone..Over."
" Woolly here Stone..waiting on instructions...Over" came the quick reply,Tombstone could hear the sound of the Rolling Stones coming through the small speaker as well,normally he loved the Stones...but he was getting a headache.
" Woolly..were going to transport One Eye to Halons ..Hotel..Fortress..whatever the hell he's got set up" Tombstone said rubbing his eyes " It's roughly sixty miles from your current position..I'll have Halon relay exact location to you ..Over."
" Roger that Stone..Over" Woolly replied.
Tombstone waved Halon over " I need for you to give my boys the location of your operation..they're out there..linked up with a military unit of some sort." the biker said.
" Tomb" Halon said a bit irritated " I don't need a gak load of soldiers messing up my place..I.."
Tombstone cut Halon off " Halon..no ones going to feth with you...believe me...we have your back man..believe it."
Halon begrudgingly took the CB handset and relayed the information concerning his fortresses location to Woolly.
" Roger that " Woolly said " We'll be linking up with you guys soon..Woolly out."
Halon set the CB handset back in its cradle,for some reason...he had a really bad feeling in the pit of his stomach.
"Tomb, there's one little problem though..." Halon said looking down at the ground, "I've never rode a motorcycle before."
"Really? It's not too hard you know." Tomb replied.
"Maybe for you big guy, but I don't trust anything with less than four wheels on it." Halon said looking at Tomb. "If you ever need me to sail a boat I got you covered though."
"You just want to use a gun, huh?" Tomb asked.
"Pretty much that too, I miss my old .50cal and that sweet minigun we used to have." Halon said while looking at the humvees.
"Well, they're pretty much full up you know." Tomb said looking at the same humvees.
"Did you have anything else around here? Like a car or truck?" Halon asked, his hands waving towards the commune.
"Yeah, but good luck finding one in all of that gak." Tombstone replied chuckling, "You'll have better luck finding a chocolate helicopter in there."
"Luck's my middle name Tomb," Halon said while smiling, "I've fallen out of a second floor window with a zombie attached and survived a nuke, I'll find a chocolate helicopter or at least a car."
Tombstone got onto his chopper and the others finished mounting their rides. Halon looked back at the commune and motioned for Patrick.
"They're going to start leaving soon." Patrick said.
"Yeah I know, if you want to go ahead and take that bike and go I'll be fine." Halon said looking for anything metallic.
"I will stay here, they don't like me and you're the only thing to prevent a fight from breaking out." Patrick replied.
"All right then, it looks like the front of a truck over there." Halon pointed at a protrusion from the rubble.
Halon and Patrick went towards the protrusion and Halon reached out to touch the protrusion. The rubble was solid and he wiped what he could away, revealing a dusty red hood. He kept on going to reveal the bottom of the windshield. Halon touched the windshield and cut his finger on broken glass.
"Come on, lets get it uncovered and see if it runs." Halon said.
The two removed some rubble before they could hear scratching, they looked around and couldn't see anything. They removed most of the rubble on the cab to reveal a dented roof, smashed windows, and a very smokey zombie trying to get out.
"You gotta be kidding me," Halon said as the driver side door creaked open and the zombie fell out, shambling to its feet, "freakin zombies!"
Halon and Patrick spaced away from the zombie, Halon had left his M-16 near the bike in case he had to take the bike anyways.
"You left your gun near the bike?" Patrick said, his voice still the same despite the zombie.
"Yeah, I wasn't thinking there." Halon said looking around and spotting a broken 4x4. "Patrick, 4x4 to your left."
Patrick grabbed the 4x4 and swung at the zombie's head, cracking it and causing the zombie to stagger sideways. Amazingly it kept walking, its head dangling behind it. Halon grabbed another large piece of wood and smacked it against the ghoul's dangling head. It caved in with a nice squish and the zombie fell forwards.
"Okay, enough of that, let's get the truck out of here and go." Halon said tossing the 4x4 aside and climbing into the cab.
The truck thankfully had keys in it.
"Poor guy was probably trying to drive away when this happened." Halon said while turning the key and praying.
The truck whined into life and Halon gently pushed on the gas, the truck hummed forward a bit before stopping. Halon looked back and saw piece of the roof laying in the truck bed.
"We gotta get that piece out of the bed." Halon climbed out of the cab and walked to the back of the truck only to climb in the bed.
Halon began trying to lift the beam out of the truck to no avail when Patrick simply opened the truck bed. Halon looked at the open truck bed, "That'll work too."
Halon and Patrick got into the cab and drove forwards, the beam scraped the bed and bent the bed tailgate off the truck. They drove to the bike and grabbed Halon's gun along with Patrick's gear. The bikers were still there and looked rather surprised to see a banged up truck come from behind them.
"Found a truck!" Halon yelled while leaning out the window.
"Lucky bastard" Tomb thought as he smiled and shook his head.
Lucky bastard" Tombstone thought as he smiled and shook his head "whole damn place is vaporized...he finds a truck."
The biker turned and eyed the Motorcycle Halon had declined riding,it had belonged to a young Biker named Nuke...T-Rex had reported that Nuke had been found,partially..his lower body had been missing and he had turned,they had found the young biker burnt to a cinder..yet still dragging his immolated inside behind him..T-Rex had put Nuke down with a single pistol shot through his brain.
Tombstone shook his head again,he'd be damned if he left the bike behind,he turned to Saunders and smiled " You know how to ride ?" the biker asked.
I knew you would want the bike, was thinking about loading it into the truck, but there's no tailgate so it would slide out and get all scraped up. Tomb would really hate that.
halonachos wrote:I knew you would want the bike, was thinking about loading it into the truck, but there's no tailgate so it would slide out and get all scraped up. Tomb would really hate that.
Yes..I'm certain old Tombstone would come unwrapped (well more so) if he were to see a one of "his" Motorcycles go bouncing down the highway.
And then the motorcycle magically submerged into the street, becoming a motorshark. The dadum, dadum from Jaws could be heard as it began to circle the survivors. Suddenly the humvee containing One Eye flew into the air as the motorshark...
Saunders walked over to the hog and with one smooth motion kicked his leg out over it and mounted the beast. He turned the ignition on with his left hand and gripped the throttle with his right. He stood for a second with his foot on the kick-start before pushing down in a counter clockwise motion using his body weight.
The bike sputtered for a second and Saunders gave it some fuel bringing the roaring beast to life with a deep and thunderous growl. Saunders cocked his head to the side toward Tombstone and pulled the grey Russian mask down off his face and let it dangle around his neck. He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out some dark tinted sunglasses.
"I can manage." he said in a flat tone and in one swift motion the glasses were on his face. He reved the engine a few times for good measure before spinning the back tire out into a flat spin 180 sending loose dirt spraying up into a cloud toward the Afro Ninja and headed down the road into the rising sun.
The movement of the APC over rough terrain jolted Helena awake "Where are we? she asked.
The soldier next to her turned his head towards her "We had to cut across country to avoid a large swarm heading towards our target - maybe several thousand strong by the looks of it - hence the delay in reaching Pineville"
Helena nodded and tried to make herself more comfortable in the rocking compartment so she could get some more sleep.
i thought it was earlier, we can all enjoy a nice sunrise now
A lovely sunrise ...shining down upon a sea of walking dead,vengeful psychotic bikers,murderous drug lords,heavily armed troops and a contaminated wasteland ...sounds lovely.
Tombstone went to One Eyes side,the old biker was unconscious,but seemed to be breathing with limited difficulty.
He looked from Keria to One Eye," I know you'll do everything you can for him" the biker said and sighed "I want you to know I appreciate it."
Keira nodded at Tombstone " I know you do..now..let's get him to Halons".
Tombstone turned and walked to his Motorcycle,tossing his leg over the seat,he glanced off towards the rising sun "Don't think I can stand to loose much more." the biker thought to himself as he kicked the big bike to life.
He glanced around at the rest of his group,engines roared waiting for him to signal for departure.
" Let's ride!!" Tombstone shouted and gunned his bike out onto the road.
oh, wait we don't have any orbital laser weapons do we, crap. anyway, BIC:
0200 hrs, Outside Norfolk Virginia
The hummers rolled up towards the gate, two spotlights fixed on the lead vehicle, with highly accented english blasting through a PA system. the scattered corpes of hundereds of Undead and some of the Super Mutants littering the area.
"Do not Speed up, Do not deviate from your current course" the voice sayed
"damn man, these russians seem to be here to stay" Horrell shouted down from the turret. "looks like recoilless rifles and automatic grenade launcers in those towers"
"yeah, seems like we're going to become 'New Russia' soon, keep your hands away from the .50 cal though, don't need to give them a reason to test out those weapons on us"
the hummers rolled through the main gate, weaving past some Barriers designed to slow any would be attackers down.
a man wearing a lab coat and wielding what looks to be a flamethrower steped infront of their convoy "step out of the vehicles, slowly. Please follow the signs, anything taken from you will be retuned"
they stepped out of the Cars, following the signs down what appeared to be a poly-tunnel. another voice apperaed to come out of the walls
"please step into the chambers in front of you and remove all items of clothing, one to a chamber please"
Horrell was the first to speak out about it "come on, you can tell we're not infected, just let us in already"
the voice replied sharply "That is not your desision to make, American. we can take no risks, now please step into a chamber"
they each stepped into a chamber, removing their clothes and placing them in the bin provided.
"please redress, you will be kept in quarintine for 6 hours before being let into the general population"
"six hours, thats not that bad, how big is this quaintine room" one of the other was heard to say through thin plastic wall
as he finished his sentence the doors all slid open on the other side of the changing cubicals, opening on converging tunnels that led to a 10x10 foot room rimmed with chairs.
Tombstone gunned the engine of his bike hard,moving slightly ahead of the small convoy of vehicles.
His mind was racing again,the severity of One Eyes condition weighing heavy on the biker.
One Eye was the closest thing Tombstone had ever had to a Father,the old biker had brought Tombstone into the Satans Servants thus providing him with the only family he'd known since his Mother had overdosed and the State had dumped him in that hell hole orphanage.
Tombstone mused that One Eye had also taught him control,how to keep his rage in check and to focus it when needed,had it not been for One Eye,Tombstone would have simply gone insane with uncontrollable fury.
The Bikers thoughts drifted to Daisy,his lost love...he had always rejected the idea of love before encountering the young woman,rescuing her from a bunch of walkers while she and a group of hippies she had fallen in with were attempting to steal Shadows car.
How she had adapted to this "new world" never ceased to amaze Tombstone,she had learned to fight and shoot...how to survive as though it were the most natural thing to her,but she still retained her hunger for a better world...and her humour.
Over the year,Tombstone had grown to understand what it really meant to love someone,to feel that sense of completeness when you find that person...
She had been his light in a very ,very dark world...and now she was gone.
The hatred he felt for Patrick boiled inside,and Tombstone revved his bike harder trying to hold himself together.
The biker let his mind float,trying to blot out the rage he felt,he had to stay focused,seeing that One Eye was cared for was his most important worry...getting to Halons.
As for dealing with Patrick...that would come in time.
Double D ran over to where the Amtracks were parked and slammed the back hatch, he was greeted by a head poking from one of the upper hatches
"What" the head spoke, sounding annoyed
"We're ready to go, Tombstone said you're to follow us, we'll take you right to him" Double D replyed, trying to see who he was talking to"
"ok then, lead the way then, how long will it take"
"not long, maby two or three hours"
the hatch slammed down without a reply and double D heard the engine roaring to life, he jogged back round to the Hummer and got in the passenger seat squinting at the early morning sun.The Hummer pulled infront of the Amtracks and the small convoy of armoured vehicles started its journey towards the saftey of Halon's hotel-tress
"looks like you're going to be meeting some old friends soon enough Ma'am" Hardie called through the hatch to the turret space
"yeah, champagne all round" Jennifer replied spinning the bullet round between her fingers
Tombstone brought his bike to an abrupt halt,the others in the convoy stopping behind him.
" What's the problem Stone?" T-Rex asked from alongside him " Why are we st.."
" For Feths sake shut the feth up!!" Tombstone snapped at the younger biker as he cocked his head listening.
"You hear it?" Tombstone whispered to no one in particular.
" I do." Saunders replied quietly " Walkers...a whole bunch of them."
"You guys are crazy...I don't hear gak" T-Rex said,sounding slightly unsure of himself.
"Shut your mouth and open your ears." Tombstone snapped at the youngster.
T-Rex tilted his head,listening...he heard them,that wailing moan,the sound of the souls in hell...it was distant and low,but he could clearly hear them.
" How the feth did you hear them?" T-Rex said in amazement staring at Tombstone. " Over your bikes engine??"
" Didn't hear them" Tombstone said staring into the distance " I...felt them."
T-Rex thought about asking Tombstone just what the feth he meant,but decided against it.
" How far away do you figure they are?" Tombstone said turning to face Saunders.
The man said nothing for a moment,he simply stared off into the distance,he finally spoke " Not far..ten miles,maybe less...they smell us...that much is sure,we can outrun them...but they'll follow us straight to your friends place...you can count on that."
Tombstone nodded " Halons not going to be to happy about all the extra company." the biker snorted,kicking his bike back to life Tombstone tore off down the road,the small convoy following closely.
Saunders felt the morning wind against his face as the group continued down the long and dusty road. Off to his left, Tombstone rode with a blank look about his face and he could tell that the man's mind was buried deep in thought. During the coarse of the ride, Tombstone had filled Saunders in on everything that had happened to them since they last saw each other and for the first time in a long time, Saunders felt sorry for someone. He couldn't imagine what was going on inside his head. Well, actually he could, but it wasn't pretty.
As the group rounded a bend in the road their path was blocked by a jack knifed tanker truck that had sideswiped a small sedan. Saunders rode until he was about fifteen feet away from the wreck and brought the bike to a complete stop. He sat there leaning to one side slightly letting the bike idle while staring at the wreck in front of him. Tombstone rode up next to him and sat staring at it for a few moments before turning to address Saunders.
"What's going through that head of yours?" he asked looking sideways at him.
Saunders sat for a few moments before he replied.
"You think we can get that truck running?"
"Maybe, It has four mostly flat tires, most likely a dead battery, and god knows what else. And besides that, the fuel in the back of it is most likely nothing more then paint thinner after sitting out here for this long and isn't worth a damn in our bikes."
"I don't want to use it for fueling us."
"Then what good is it to u..." He stopped in mid sentence and stared at the Russian incendiary grenade that Saunders had pulled from his bag.
"If I am going to do this" Said Saunders "Then you had better get the hmmwv up here and lets see if we can jump this thing."
The group jumped into a flurry of activity as the hungry undead shuffled ever closer to their prey.
Tombstone waved the lead Hummer up,he informed Cutter that they were going to attempt to jump the big fuel truck off and Cutter leapt from the Hummer,rushing to the storage compartments to retrieve the heavy duty jumper cables inside.
At the same time,Deadman and T-Rex had gone to attempt to move the sedan from the road,reasoning that the vehicle was in the way of eventually moving the tanker truck.
As T-Rex swung the door of the sedan open,he was greeted by a necrotic stench and a high warbling moan,toppling from the vehicles drivers entrance into the street was an extremely thin,almost skeletal zombie.
The walker got clumsily to its feet,seemingly dazed by the sudden presence of the living,T-Rex recoiled quickly..staring at the ghoul with slack jawed disgust.
It was obvious that the walker had been very young when it had turned,six maybe seven years old at most,the child of some panicked individual attempting to flee the hordes of undead during the early outbreaks,somehow..this child..this thing had remained trapped inside the car.
The small zombie let out another high shaking moan,it's skeletal features turning towards T-Rex as it's tiny rotted mouth opened ,splitting the tattered lips in bloodless gaps.
the ghoul child raised its small claw-like hands,boney fingers twisting like the legs of some drunken spider as it took a shaking step towards the frozen biker.
A pistol shot cracked,echoing off the trees and the ghoul child's skull disintegrated in a furious explosion of decayed brain and clots of gore.
T-Rex snapped out of his transfixed state,turning to the source of the weapons fire,Deadman stood in firing stance, a large Colt 1911 extended in front of him.
" Better pull your head out your ass boy." Deadman said shaking his head at T-Rex " I might not be around to do it for you next time."
T-Rex stared at the tiny body laying on the road before him,and then turned back to his friend " It...it was in that car for a fething year"The younger biker said,a slight tremble in his voice " My god..a fething year..."
Deadman nodded " C'mon..let's get the car out of the way "
As the two bikers pushed the sedan off the road,behind them the engine of the tanker truck roared to life.
Halonachos wrote:
halonachos wrote:And then suddenly, zombies everywhere. Tom turned into a boomer and began eating the kitchen. Everybody stared in horror as he soon began vomiting all over them and attracting zombies to them. All was lost.
Halon then grabbed a hammer and pointed it to the sky and flew into the air. The sky shined with such a radiance that everyone, even the zombies, stood in awe at the majesty of what had just happened. Halon had come prepared though, he had sunglasses and his sunglasses protected him from the glare and he quickly began pummeling the zombies with his mighty hammer. Infected blood poured on the ground as whole swaths were cut through the horde of undead flesh.
Just as the last zombie died, the dead undead corpses began flowing together to form a giant, gross, rotten, gigazombie. The others began running in circles holding their hands to their heads while screaming, except for Bonzo who was still unconscious.
Halon began his swooping attack on the giant giga zombie and battered it with a barrage of back beatings, severing several spinal spaces. The giga-zombie began to fall as it no longer had a spine to support it and fell down with a mighty thunder, crushing undead Patrick who had just found his undead grenade launcher. The giga zombie was not done as it began to burrow to earth's core. Halon grabbed the giga zombie and threw it into space, directly into the sun, killing the sun, but turning the zombie into a giant ball of gas that turned into a new sun.
The world was saved and as Halon gave a huge thumbs up to the camera, the crowd went wild.
So sorry I've been away for a bit, my computer had a field trip to a repair shop twice. Good times.
IC: Keira had very little to do other than monitor the Biker's heart beat. It was slow, and his breathing was shallow, each rasping intake of breath less and less fulfilling than the previous.
Keira knew at this point he wasn't going to make it.
With no way to physically keep his heart beating, the best Keira could do if he stopped, would be to do heart palpitations, and even then she was sure it wouldn't help.
"feth this."
Keira called out to Tombstone from the back of the truck, and prepared to deliver some tragic news.
Hog slowed his bike to a stop outside a silent, and abandoned shop. It was probably the best place to stop for the night, but something about the building didn't seem...right. The door for example, hadn't been forced open, it was neatly latched closed, and judging by the destruction in Pineville he had seen so far, the fact the door was fine, and judging by the dust, hadn't been opened for...about a year perhaps, well, it didn't sit right with Hog at all.
Pulling his glock from it's holster, and retrieving a torch from a saddlebag, Hog edged his way toward the building, and carefully slid the locks back. With a slight groan, the door swung inwards, revealing a dusty unlit interior. Flicking the Torch light on, Hog crept into the darkness.
So far so good.
Hog reasoned, as he moved through the rows of clothing, that No one bothered looting a clothes shop. After all, why bother with an extra set of clothes when the world was ending.
" Stone!!: Keira called out for the biker who,at the moment was busily overseeing the movement of the tanker truck.
"Stone!!!" she yelled out again,much louder this time.
Tombstone turned towards the sound of her voice,his blood freezing at the look on the woman's face,inside..he knew already what she intended to tell him,still he ran to her...holding some hope inside.
" What's going on...how is he?" Tombstone said indicating the prone figure of One Eye.
Keira shook her head sadly " I don't know how to tell you...I just don't believe we can save him...the damage that was done is too severe...I can't be sure,as I've no proper diagnostic equipment...but I honestly believe his lungs are scorched...burned from the intensity of the blast...that's why he's having such difficulty breathing."
Tombstone looked from Keira to One Eye.." So..he's going to die." the biker said,a odd tone in his voice.
" Stone." Keira said softly " I just don't see how he can live...even if this were...the old world..where he could have access to state of the art care and a trained team of specialist...I doubt he'd pull through...in the situation we face now..." she trailed off.
Tombstone nodded,understanding what Keira left unsaid,he turned and begin walking away..
Keira followed the biker placing a hand on his broad shoulder " So..what will we do now?"
Tombstone turned and offered Keira a small smile " We push on to Halons...regroup and figure our next move" the biker shrugged "Besides.." Tombstone added glancing back at the Hummer were One Eye lay " At least I can see that he dies comfortably...and not on some dirty road."
The big tanker truck lumbered onto the road,jittering as the air brakes brought it to a grinding halt a dozen yards away from the rest of the convoy.
Deadman swung the rigs door open and stepped out,grasping to the hand rail,he tilted his head.
The canopy of hellish moans were louder now,the biker could clearly hear them..even over the choppy idling of the big trucks engine,he shook his head and dropped to the road.." Someone better have one hell of a plan" Deadman thought as he ran back to the group.
" Ok my friend" Tombstone said facing Saunders " You got your truck...now..what's your idea??"
OOC:Sorry I haven't been on, one final test before Thanksgiving break(dang australian teacher's with no respect for amurica's traditions of wachin the football! ) and had a real life Rogue Trader game to go to for a bit, got relatively nothing done storywise, but the group managed to kill a giant bug that hated me for some reason.
IC:
Halon looked out of the truck and saw the tanker move out of their way.
"We have about an hour till we get back to the hotel Pat." Halon gripped the steering wheel, anxious to start driving again.
Patrick just sat there, staring at the scene unfolding in front of them, he had been quiet for most of the trip and the radio didn't work of course. Halon sighed as he realised that he would be spending an hour or so listening to the wind blowing and zombies moaning every once and awhile.
Halon saw Keira telling Tombstone something that made Tomb look sad and almost defeated.
"Feth, I don't need that on the road." Halon thought to himself and about how Tomb and the other bikers may blame Patrick for it somehow.
"We need to move." Halon thought, "Lord help me we need to move."
"My plan is a simple one. Ride off over the horizon and send as many of these walkers to hell as possible with fire and brimstone."
"Alright then. I call shotgun" Tombstone turned toward the truck but was stopped short by the cold, firm hand of Saunders on his shoulder.
"Not this time Tomb, this is something I have to do alone. Besides, you and your men have to ride ahead and warn everyone of the horde. Just in case any manage to make it passed me."
Tombstone looked at Saunders for a few moments holding his gaze. Finally the grizzled biker slowly nodded in agreement with his friend.
"You get your ass back here in one piece Saunders. I'd hate to have to save your ass yet again." he said with a grin.
Saunders shook the bikers hand before turning back toward the tanker truck. He climbed up into the cab of the truck and slammed the drivers door firmly closed. The air lines hissed as he released the trucks air brakes and thick black smoke rolled from the stacks as he shifted the truck into 1st gear and gave it some gas.
Saunders glanced at the rear view mirror and saw Tombstone and his bikers standing in the road watching him as his truck gained momentum and slowly made its way back toward the horde of walkers.
(OOC: I think I feel a Saunders Vs the Horde post comming up tomorrow )
Tombstone lit a cigarette and watched as Saunders slowly maneuvered the big tanker truck down the road.
" I hope he knows what he's doing" T-Rex said slinging a leg over his bike.
Tombstone glanced at the young biker a blew a stream of smoke out of his nose " He does." he said drawing on the cigarette again " Mans got alot of heart"
T-Rex nodded,not adding that he believed Saunders might also have alot of crazy as well.
"Tomb!!" Halon called from his truck " Not to rush you my friend...but It's probably best if we get fething moving.
The biker exhaled smoke and looked towards Halon nodding " I was just thinking the same thing." he said with a slight grin.
Tombstone took another drag from his cigarette and pitched it,swinging his leg over his motorcycle.
He glanced back at the Hummer where Keira was again leaning over One Eye.." Just hang on a bit longer old man." Tombstone thought as he blew out the smoke and kicked his bike to life.
Tombstone spared the tanker truck a final glance,it was now little more than a speck on the horizon,he silently wished Saunders luck and gunned his bikes engine moving out along the road.
Sorry about not posting for a while. I have had finals, and lots of work to do for school. Expect a post from me by tommorow. In the meantime don't kill me please.
Shas'O Doom wrote:Sorry about not posting for a while. I have had finals, and lots of work to do for school. Expect a post from me by tommorow. In the meantime don't kill me please.
Tombstone glanced to his left,up ahead a lone man stood attempting to wave the convoy over,the biker slowed and pulled over to the side of the road.
" What's your name partner?" Tombstone asked lighting a cigarette.
" I'm John." the man replied.
" John huh?" Tombstone said drawing his pistols " I've always hated that name." the biker laughed as he fired round after round through the mans body,spraying blood all over the roadside.
...as the man lay dying..Tombstone roared of into the distance.
Choking on his blood John last thoughts before he died were " I should have said Tim."
Shas'O Doom wrote:Sorry about not posting for a while. I have had finals, and lots of work to do for school. Expect a post from me by tommorow. In the meantime don't kill me please.
Tombstone glanced to his left,up ahead a lone man stood attempting to wave the convoy over,the biker slowed and pulled over to the side of the road.
" What's your name partner?" Tombstone asked lighting a cigarette.
" I'm John." the man replied.
" John huh?" Tombstone said drawing his pistols " I've always hated that name." the biker laughed as he fired round after round through the mans body,spraying blood all over the roadside.
...as the man lay dying..Tombstone roared of into the distance.
Choking on his blood John last thoughts before he died were " I should have said Tim."
Now thats just cold. ROFL.
Will have to get my post up later today after work. It should be a good one.
The convoy finally reached Pineville as the sun was rising. The noise of the engines reverberated from the empty buildings and back through the open top hatches, at which machine guns were being swung around on their mountings, scanning the surroundings for hostility to fill with bullets.
Helena rechecked the battery levels on her transmitter and the receiver on Alexi's collar as she turned them back on - 3/4 charge, enough for several days of continuous operation. She checked and re-tightened the straps of her helmet and bullet proof vest as the APC slew to a stop at a cross roads in the centre of town.
“Helena, take Alexi and see what you can find – Corporal; take your section and keep them safe”
“Yes sir!” Helena and the corporal both replied sharply as the driver lowered the back ramp and the orange light of dawn mixed with the stuffy red interior lights of the APC.
The IO continued to order the rest of the convoy to various tasks as Helena and the section guarding her exited the APC. Alexi shook himself as soon as his paws hit the tarmac and Helena joined him in stretching, as did several of the soldiers – working the kinks from their muscles while keeping up a muscled and heavily armed cordon around Helena and Alexi.
They moved off through the town, heading roughly to the centre. Alexi, as he had been trained, sniffed at doors and windows, sensing if the building contained the living or the dead.
All the while, the Russian soldiers kept her surrounded and scanned the town as they worked their way forward towards the main square, which housed the police station…
Patrick threw his cigarette out the window, and lit another.
"I've never been much of a talker." Patrick said to Halon
"I noticed" Halon said
"I've never had a friend besides President Snow, a former president of Sweden. He's the one who saved my life" Patrick said
"You are a lot like him, Halon. I think that's why you're alive. President Snow was a very charismatic man, very cold, but kept the illusion that the was extremely friendly at all times." Patrick explained
"He is somewhere here, in this wasteland. We will encounter him eventually, he was never the one to stay away from the action. I suspect he may have already infiltrated the Russians." Patrick continued
It moaned. It moaned so loud that he couldn't believe it. It actually terrified him. "I can't believe it's come to this.. after all these years," Snow said sadly. "I just can't believe that being old means I will moan so badly.. god I can't imagine what I must be like when I snore!"
Snow then got out of bed.. but little did he notice the 'other' moaning.. until a second later! He whipped around, raising his shotgun that he pulled out of his pocket to confront any zombies that might be making the moaning only TO FIND THAT..
..his wife was getting up too. He let out a sigh of relief. "Thank god, it looks like we're still going to be safe for another day.."
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Then an atomic bomb dropped on their house! "Raargh!" said the Atomic Bomb.
The Convoy had been on the road for almost an hour,and Tombstone was beginning to get anxious,his concern for One Eye growing with each passing mile.
" Feth" he thought to himself " How far is it to Halons little hideaway??"
As he prepared to ease his bike back to ask Halon this very question,the city loomed into view on the horizon,perhaps another ten minutes and they'd be there.
Tombstone sighed and gunned his bikes engine,motioning for the rest of the convoy to speed up.
Soon they were rolling across the city limits and into the town proper,Tombstone glanced around surveying his surroundings,like most cities he'd entered since the outbreak,this one too showed all the tell tale signs of the carnage that had occurred in those first weeks,burnt out buildings lined the streets,cars and various military vehicles wrecked everywhere,signs of combat...walls and cars riddled with bullet holes,blood that had long since dried splatted about.
The biker swerved at the sound of small arms fire,quickly glancing down a side street he saw an APC,similar to the ones they'd seen when they encountered the Russians back at the base,a group of a dozen or so soldiers where busy shooting down a group of walkers.
"Apparently Halons not the only one who's set up camp here" Tombstone thought to himself.
Halon pulled the truck up alongside the biker and shouted out of the window " Lot's of military activity lately..mostly Russian...don't worry about them...I'm going to lead you all to my place" he said with a smile.
Halon maneuvered the truck into lead position and continued off down a side street.
Tombstone and the rest of the convoy followed,the biker noticing several sniper teams positioned on various building rooftops.
Moments later,Halon had halted the truck in front of a huge metal gate built into a section of thick reinforced wall.
Halon signaled to a guard tower that had been positioned atop the high wall and a moment later the gate was roaring back on it's hydraulics.
" Feth" Tombstone thought "he's built a castle" the biker laughed.
The convoy pulled into what had once been the parking area of a huge hotel,the hotel was now obviously Halons strong hold...Tombstone smiled his approval.
A group of heavily armed men approached the convoy cautiously,Halon leaping out of his truck to greet them.
"These people are all personal friends" Halon said to one of the men " See that they receive anything they need and show them where they can get some food and rest"
" Right away sir" the man said.
" One of them has been seriously injured" Halon continued " Burned badly...get him to medical now."
Halon turned to Tombstone " You can go with the med team..stay with One Eye if you want to"
Tombstone nodded as four of Halons men gently moved One Eye onto a wheeled cot,Keira was speaking with a man who appeared to be a doctor of some sort.
" Trust me Tomb" Halon said " my guys will do everything possible for One Eye."
The old biker was wheeled away quickly through a side door in the hotel.
" I know they will" Tombstone said to Halon " I'm going to go stay with him"
Halon nodded his understanding.
" I have a few things I need to check on Tomb" Halon said " But I'll meet you in medical shortly."
With that Halon jumped back into the truck and drove off into an underground parking area.
Tombstone quickly surveyed the area,high walls,guard towers...Halon had done a good job securing the place.
" Hey..Stone!!" came a familiar voice " My god..it is you"
Tombstone turned in the direction of the voice,it was Mace..the Satans Servant who Tombstone had assumed had been killed at the massacre at Phoenix's mansion..he'd obviously survived and been with Halon all this time.
" Holy gak man" Tombstone said shaking the mans hand " I figured you'd punched out."
Mace laughed " I thought the same about you..I should have known better"
" Good to see ya Mace" Tombstone smiled " Now..where can we stow our rides..and where the feth is medical??"
"I'll get someone to show the boys where to take their bikes and gak" Mace said " and I'll take you to medical myself...who's hurt by the way."
Tombstone fixed Mace with a sad look " It's One Eye man...he's in bad shape"
" Holy feth." Mace said " C'mon man...let's get going."
Tombstone watched two of Halons men lead his group to the parking area underground as he raced off with Mace to the hotels medical facility.
"So, how's everything going in paradise?" Halon asked Ginger as he entered the hotel's basement.
"Good here," she replied almost shocked to see Halon. "You still okay about what happened?"
Halon thought back a little, "Oh that whole 'break up' thing? Yeah I'm fine."
"Good, cuz' I didn't want to think that you went out there alone like that because of me." Ginger said almost flirting.
"Well, we're done I guess, my bad and nothing to do about it." Halon replied trying to shrug off the issue. "I gotta show some people a certain something." he gestured at the large freezer door.
"Fuel's good for now, but we'll need some soon and I think the pumps across the street are just about dry now." Ginger finished as she walked up the steps and to the lobby.
"Great, the back up is almost gone." Halon said aloud as he turned to Patrick. "We didn't use the one nearby just in case you know? Only the ones a certain distance away."
Patrick shrugged his shoulders and looked at the freezer door. "So what's so special about this?"
"This my friend is no ordinary freezer," Halon began mimicking a carny or a traveling salesman hawking his wares, "for it is a modified zombie containment unit or MZCU for short."
Halon opened the freezer door and looked in, the zombie still maintained its previous position near the freezer door.
"You keep a zombie in the freezer?" Patrick asked looking into the creatures' frozen eyes.
"Yep, she's like our mascot, not really, but she could be useful later on I thought when we first found her." Halon began retelling the tale of how they first found the hotel, "So yeah, and that's how I became single again."
"You keep a zombie in the freezer?" Patrick asked again after listening to the about 5 minute long tale.
"Yes, there's a zombie in the freezer." Halon said looking back at it and noticing water droplets beginning to form on it. "As long as we keep it frozen we're good to go, we let it thaw and it has claws that don't look like they're made for hugging." he finished as he closed the freezer door.
Patrick's face actually changed a bit, he couldn't tell if it was a positive or negative emotion but he had elicited a response from the vulcan.
"If you had that kind of response to it, I can't imagine how the others are going to act when they find out about her." Halon said leaning against the freezer door and rubbing his face.
"Maybe I'll deal with it tomorrow, I'm tired, I'm hungry, and I'm bored so yeah I want to sleep for a bit after eating." Halon said ushering Patrick out of the basement, "Or maybe I'll sleep and then eat? Nah, sleeping hungry gives me nightmares, or is it eating sleepily? Who cares. I'm going to bed and I recommend you do the same my friend."
"I think it may be best for me to go to my room, I left some ammo there for my weapons." Patrick replied in his normal and only tone of voice.
"About those," Halon rubbed the back of his head, "keep them put away and stay away from the bikers please."
"I will, but I cannot guarantee that they'll stay away from me." Patrick replied.
Halon stared at Patrick and then at the door to the lobby and then to Patrick and then to the ground before swinging the basement door open.
"LISTEN UP!" Halon shouted into the hotel "LEAVE PATRICK THE FETH ALONE ALRIGHT? I'M TIRED AND I DON'T WANNA DEAL WITH THIS GAK RIGHT NOW! TOMB THAT MEANS YOU TOO, I'M SORRY BUT PLEASE DON'T DO ANYTHING PROVOKE HIM!"
Halon turned to Patrick and he could swear that Tomb just yelled "I'll provoke the feth outta him!", but it was just his delirious mind making jokes in his head.
Halon began heading up to his room when he saw Greg at the top of the staircase, "The kids heard you, you know?"
"Yeah, my bad, but tell the kids not to mess with him either." Halon brushed past Greg, "Oh, one other thing. I want four snipers on the roof until the rest of our new friends show up. There's supposed to be some marines coming with them, but uniforms and gear are easy to find nowadays you know?"
"You think they're raider or some bad guys from a videogame?" Greg almost laughed.
"Shut up and I hate you, but yes." Halon said as he stared at Greg's face and slowly went up to his room.
Patrick went up to his room, and saw the bag of supplies he had left here under the bed.
These rounds were made for him and other assassins. They were armor penetrating rounds made for his gun, which is probably the only one of its type left in the word.
He loaded the rounds into his rifle, putting it on the table beside his bed.
He put a simple wire trap on the door. If anyone was to walk into his room, they would most likely trip on it, and wake Patrick up.
Patrick laid down on his bed, falling into a light sleep.
Just out of curiosity, where does Patrick get all his ammo? Because it has been a year, after all.. so I'm guessing he'd be carrying a hell of a lot of ammo.
Then again this is an internet roleplay about zombies and mutants and Russians and everything else I have planned..
"ma'am, i think we're here, in the distance, there's a city."
"Hardie, radio the bikers, see if its true" jennifer replied, climing in to the turret chamber to look through the gun camera. She sun the turret round, foucusing the camera in the distance, about six miles away down the hill they were cresting was a city, it looked mostly intact. there was movement on the northern edge of the city but she couldn't make out what it was.
"Double D, this is Hardie, Are we there yet"
"Yeah Hardie, thats it, should be another fifteen minutes or so before we enter the city."
"roger that, lets not keep the higher ups waiting"
Hardie put the mic back on the hook. and stood up on the chair to take a look out of the turret, he looked through his binoculars and could just make out the shapes of trucks and APCs moving into the city
He ducked back down and sealed the hatch, "looks like we won't be the the only people at this party, we got company moving in"
The other men in the APC looked around at each other, nodding and exchanging glances before starting to ready their equipment.
Karon wrote:I think you answered your own question, mate.
Although it is still a valid question. If you have nowhere to get ammo from, then I'm afraid that you have no ammo. It doesn't exactly just appear..
I found an underground bunker, fortunately with my ammunition. The man was dead in the corner of it, apparently he ate some bad food.
What luck.
Satisfied? Go ask everyone else where they get their ammo from real quick, because its so important.
Geeze, no need to be so damn hostile all the time, Karon. I mean, it's not like everyone else uses 'special and unique' ammo. AK-47 and 9mm pistol ammo are quite common I should think. Besides, they have (or until recently had..) mostly got bases or fortresses with stockpiles of ammo. So they haven't exactly been in desperation for ammo in the wasteland that is the ex-USA.
The group of Satans Servants followed two of Halons men into the large underground parking garage,Deadman noticing the amount of military vehicles parked in the area.
" Seems Stones buddy Halon is quite the collector" Deadman said to T-Rex as they parked their bikes in some open areas near a far wall.
T-Rex nodded "Yeah,looks like he's scrounged up quite a bit."
The Hummers and other bikes pulled in next to Deadman and T-Rex,and the group gathered around Halons men.
" So...where can we get a cheeseburger and a beer in this place?" Roadkill laughed.
Halons men looked at each other and then at the group of bikers " Follow us guys...we'll take you to the cafeteria"
Deadman grabbed several backpacks from the hummers and tossed them to the bikers,and the group followed Halons men into the main lobby of the Hotel.
At that same moment,Tombstone followed Mace down a long service hallway.
" Or med center isn't super high tech state of the art...but it's far from primitive,hell were on par with the average towns hospital...well..before the outbreak that is." Mace said " ..and Dr.Buckley..he's a good man,damn brilliant too..he'll take care of One Eye"
Tombstone nodded,not telling Mace just how badly One Eye was hurt.
They entered a large room,Tombstone mused at how similar it appeared any hospitals emergency treatment center.
Four beds were arranged in the room,various machines and medical supplies around each bed,large cabinets filled with supplies lined a far wall.
One Eye lay in one of the beds,a portable heart monitor nearby,keeping track of the mans vital signs,IV drips had been inserted into One Eyes arms.
Tombstone saw a tall man in a white coat hunched over One Eye,he was busy hooking the man to a ventilator,which would help him to breath.
The man looked up,nodded at Tombstone and Mace and walked over to the two.
" We've put him on Ivs..Pain killers and a concentrated antibiotic in attempts to stem infections." Dr.Buckley said " Also inserted a breathing tube,should ease the laboured respiration...but preliminary screening does indicate server burns on his lung tissue."
Tombstone nodded.
" I must be completely honest with you" Dr.Buckley continued " the prognosis is not good...I'll do all I can of course...but this man is in critical condition."
Mace placed a hand on Tombstones shoulder " One Eyes a fighter bro...if anyone can pull through..he can."
Karon wrote:I think you answered your own question, mate.
Although it is still a valid question. If you have nowhere to get ammo from, then I'm afraid that you have no ammo. It doesn't exactly just appear..
I found an underground bunker, fortunately with my ammunition. The man was dead in the corner of it, apparently he ate some bad food.
What luck.
Satisfied? Go ask everyone else where they get their ammo from real quick, because its so important.
Geeze, no need to be so damn hostile all the time, Karon. I mean, it's not like everyone else uses 'special and unique' ammo. AK-47 and 9mm pistol ammo are quite common I should think. Besides, they have (or until recently had..) mostly got bases or fortresses with stockpiles of ammo. So they haven't exactly been in desperation for ammo in the wasteland that is the ex-USA.
In America,in the region this RP is taking place,ammunition (is fairly easy to come by) at least standard Mil/civilian,in most cases .223,5.56x45-.308,7.62x51-7.62x39,30-06,9x19 Parabellum(9mm),.45 ACP .357-.44,12 Gauge (buck and slug)are readily available in your nearest Wal-Mart or local gun shop.
And firearms are equally easy to obtain,their is a pawn shop two blocks from my house that has enough shotguns,riffles,civilian versions of military hardware (exp.AR-15s) and hand guns to take on a small country on display.
As for the weapon Karons character is using,the ammunition sounds "Spec-Ops",not readily available,but could be cached in small amounts.
The story continues
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Deadman and the group of bikers followed Halons men through the huge hotel lobby,drawing stares from several of the random people they passed.
T-Rex turned,paying particular attention to a pretty young girl who was stationed behind the hotels main counters.
" Why don't ya take a break and come have a beer with me " the young biker called to the woman,who turned away quickly looking stunned and embarrassed.
T-Rex shrugged " Your loss sweetie" he called over his shoulder as they entered a large dinning area and were shown to a huge round table.
" You guys sit tight" one of Halons men said " I don't know if we have any cheeseburgers...but I know that there's plenty of cold beer and I'm sure we can rustle ya'll up some sandwiches."
Deadman nodded at the guy "That'll be fine my man" the biker said.
When Halons men had left the table,Deadman spoke quietly to the assembled bikers " Everyone stay on point...these guys seem cool enough..but we don't know them...and they don't know us...stay together...stay friendly...but keep your guard up..at least til we get a feel for the place."
The group all nodded.
Tasha spoke up " Woolly and his group radioed just as we reached the city limits...they should be arriving soon...with they're new friends"
Deadman nodded " Yeah...more people to keep an eye on...but four more Satans as well..we'll be ok...just remember to do like I said...stay loose..but stay ready."
The bikers all nodded and again Tasha spoke " What about that Patrick guy...think he'll try anything?"
" I doubt it" Deadman said " Looks like he's trying to stay out of Tombstones way...can't say I blame him"
The bikers laughed.
" Just keep a watch for him...remember...Stone wants to deal with him...so nobody moves on him unless ordered to...or unless we have to." Deadman finished.
A moment later three attractive woman appeared carrying trays of bottled beer and wax wrapped sandwiches.
Deadman smiled at one of the women as he took a beer from her and swallowed deeply " So.." the biker said " what do you ladies do around here for fun?"
The table of bikers roared with laughter as they happily dug in to the provided refreshments.
Have some coupons.
I got you Silver...I just wanted to clear up any possible confusion concerning "Political agendas" before an event occured,wouldn't want old Tombstone waving flags and throwing shields. 
Uh-Ohh...In all the mayhem..we seem to have forgotten poor Hog...I hope he maneged to avoid the horde.
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... well can a magic tank dodge bullets
