Whiskey looks at will, "sorry about that, he gets straight to the point..." She shrugs and climbs into the passenger seat whilst Terrance cocks his rifle aiming over the raised back rail
"Nothing there, lets move"
Delta walked through the ruined streets of London while avoiding ill organized bandit patrols and raids on other clans or war bands. Freaks and mutants also had a strange ability to organize patrols and hot wire vehicles and create weapons but continue to fail against thick Bandits who decided shooting several hundred bullets at anything to solve a problem. However this was not without its advantages.
A crude Bandit patrol walked past a broken down bus as they headed for the main camp in the Centre of London and carried the spoils of their battle. Each carrying a weapon of some kind , Delta sprinted behind them and grabbed the last Bandit before stabbing him in the skull and pulling out the Bandits map. It read Tourists guide to London in large black letters while most of the map has been drawn on. Alpha sprints away from the dyeing Bandit with a smile.
Sorry for lack of Posting , Portal 2 and School have been distracting.
"Wait here." Lev told to Kat outside of the non-descript house.
"Why?"
"Because when the gak goes down, I want you to be as far away as possible."
"Ah. I see."
Lev entered the house. It was dark, bland, and very Spartan. No furniture, simply a table and a cot on one side of the room. There was a closet with a huge lock on it that stuck out like a sore thumb. Lev began to walk towards the closet when the sound of a knife being unsheathed was heard. Lev punched into the darkness, and a muffled cry was uttered.
"Hello, Ivan," Lev spat, "I want it back."
"Ha! Like you could get it from me." Ivan sputtered, blood now pouring from his nose where Lev had hit him.
"Ivan. I will not say this again. Fetch me the Incerator, or I will kill you."
Ivan raised his eyebrows, as if to say "Really?"
"Just give me the fething gun."
"Fine, fine."
Ivan waltzed over to the cabinet and entered the 10 digit code for the lock. It opened.
"Are you sure you need it? I mean, it really isn't your style..."
"Shut up."
Lev punched Ivan in the head once more, knocking him out.
Inside the locker was a small box and a larger box. Lev opened the small box. Inside were hundreds of sorted Incendiary grenades for a launcher.
Good, Lev thought, the bastard didn't use any.
Opening the larger box, Lev found his weapon. The XM-25, or as he called it, "The Incinerator"
"Lev, what happened in there?" Kat asked, wondering why Lev had blood on his Ghillie suit.
"Nothing. Now turn around." Lev commanded, hefting his newly aquried weapon.
The thump of the rifle was followed be a massive explosion. The house became engulfed in flames, as Troy's fire teams attempted to put it out.
"LEV! WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?" Screamed Kat, who had noticed the burning building.
"That was a loose end. It's tied up now. Come, I hear they make great Fish and Chips over in the market district."
Lev walked away as Kat watched his history burn down in a tremendous fire.
Whiskey glanced over at the jeeps driver...
" Will" the man said with a nod.
Whiskey nodded back.." Yeah I caught that when Cowboy back there had his sights on you.."
The driver simply nodded again..
" Unless there are two POSess like this..." Whiskey said lightly patting the dash of the jeep " This is Garros Jeep.."
Will nodded once again.." Yes it is...I spoke with him..treated him as a mater of fact."
" Your a doctor?" Whiskey said raising her eyebrow.
" I've had training.." Will replied .
" Good to know...so...how'd you come to be behind the wheel of his jeep...payment for sewing his sack back on ?" Whiskey inquired .
" Not exactly ..." said Will " Actually ...he wanted me to find you.." he gestured at Terrance " ...Well...I assume it was you...he wanted me to locate the guy who...injured him.."
" Well..." Terrance said from the rear of the jeep " Looks like you found me.." he chuckled lightly.." Ya gonna run me in..?"
Will shook his head " That wasn't high on my list of things to do..."
" So.." Whiskey interrupted " ..Is there anyone else looking for us..?"
Will shrugged .." Not that I know of...but there were a lot of guards moving about when I left...so it's possiable.."
" Great.." Whiskey muttered " And we're ridding around in Garro's Jeep...Might as well paint a fething bulls eye on our heads.."
Will glanced at the woman..." Do you have any suggestions ?"
She snorted a laugh " Yeah...I suggest you drive like a bat out of hell for Troy...and pray we don't run into any patrols from Elysium."
Will put his foot to the floor,coaxing the ill kept Jeep to speed up.
Will continued to drive, focusing only on the road ahead. Over the next hour they only had one other encounter which was soon dispatched with several shots from Terrence.
The engine was starting to make a real racket and soon enough black thick smoke poured out of the bonnet blinding Will for a few moments. With a screech of the dry brakes they skidded to a stop.
“Looks like Garro’s jeep lived up to his name, cheap yet ultimately untrustworthy" remarked Terrence
In the not too far off distance there appeared to be a fence ringing what appeared to be a motley collection of steel buildings.
“Is that it?” Will asked Whiskey,
“Yeap, another glorious example of human survival and the best place to get a drink for miles”
“Well I’m quite thirsty myself. Are they keen on strangers?”
“Depends” and of she walked towards Troy. Will and Terrence followed suit.
Terrence calmly reloading his rifles magazine looks around the flat terrain, "how do we survive on so little?"
the comment was almost to himself while he regarded the deset. Motion on his flank makes his mind act automatically, the rifle is at his shoulder his right knee on the ground sholders braced, and his eye staring through the scope before he can regester what the thing is, as he does he forces his finger of the trigger, already half depressed.
The dog lopes over to them, slowly and like its in pain. Terrence smiles at the beast, uttering words of kindness as he moves towards it, his voice low and kind, but his hand strays to his knife. Whiskey seeing the action stops him before he can harm the dog, "Why would you do that? its innocent"
"Its food"
"We're going to a city for gods sake"
Terrence looks at the razor wire and nods, "sorry, old habits die hard."
His hand instead reaches into his pack and brings out a small can of meat, he crouches down next to the dog, openeing the can he lets the dog sniff it before slitting the side of the can open allowing the meat to spill onto the sand.
Whiskey looks on with amazement, "You were about to kill that poor thing for food and now your feeding it??"
Terrence looks up at her and nods, "Its hurt, and it needs help, if im not going to kill it i might as well help it. Its also friendly which means its had a previous friend in humans."
he pats the dags head and recieves a wag of the tail in gratitude,
"See he likes me"
Whiskey shakes her head and looks at Will "well come on then, looks like the cowboy's found himself a friend, bout fething time"
Terrence whistlezs under his breath and the dog obediently follows him, the limp apparently gone in the wake of food, "Amazing creatures"
He quickly catches up with the pair with his long strides and slings the rifle over his back,
Whiskey glanced from Will to Terrance and then to the dog,she burst out laughing and clicked her boot heels together..." There's no place like home..There's no place like home.." She muttered.
Will raised an eyebrow looking at the woman as though she'd perhaps gone mad.
Whiskey made a quick dismissive gesture "..Nothing...forget it."
Will shrugged and kept walking.
Whiskey chuckled to her self again and began to move towards the gates of Troy along with the others,singing softly under her breath.
" We're off to see the wizard..." she hummed " The wonderful wizard of Oz.."
OOC: figured I should catch up, i'm missing out RPing Corby because nothing bad was going to happen. This happens on the morning that Ms. Lopez has her 'encounter' with Garro.
IC:
Roy woke up first, crawling out of the tent put up over the back of the tank into the early morning sunshine, every body else was still asleep, but a barrel of fuel had been left by the tank for them to top up from. they didn't lead a bad life, didn't really need to do much and the comunities covered for them while they were away from Lindey-Station
after everybody else was awake they started to pack up their things, rolling the tent and filling the tank up with the fuel they were given. The door gaurds were unbaracading the heavy wooden gates as they aproched and they waited as they struggled to open the gates.
"Onwards, to troy?"
"go, it's only 50m, we should be there by mid-day"
they waved to the sentrys as they left the encampment, weaving around burnt out cars and metal barriers.
OOC (again): 50m at 20mph, it's up to kais if I make it or not
"Hold up," Michael ordered, and the jeep came to a stop. There were two lone figures; a woman and her German Shephard. Michael dismounted with Bill close behind.
"Can we help you, lady?" Michael asked. The woman kept her AK aimed at him. "Hey now, there ain't no need for that ma'am." The woman replied, "Sorry, I'm not used to meeting people who don't ask first, if y'know what I mean." Michael shrugged, "It's okay, I know what you mean. People just don't like to help each other anymore. It's a real pity." "Where are you headed?" The woman enquired. "We were just going to Troy to find out the local news and get some supplies." "Don't suppose you could give us a lift?" "Sure, hope on lady, we have room," He indicated to the men in the back of the jeep, "Don't worry, they'll be perfect gentlemen," He assured her. "Thanks. You can call me Bonesaw," She replied, and Michael gave her a strange look. "Right, well, you can call me Mike," He then introduced the others, whilst patting the dog, before re-embarking the jeep.
They continued on their way to Troy, with their hitch-hikers safely aboard.
And Kaiser.. please post these in the OP already.. (ie replace what's there.. copy 'n' pasting)
Spoiler:
Player Name: blood reaper
Character Name: Subject Delta
Char Age: 39
Char appearance: Face and body covered inb strange knight like armour
Equipment: Two Swords and a Balisong (knife) along with Heavy armour
Backstory: Delta is a strange and extremly dangerous lunatic who once served as a mercenery for any one willing to pay a high price , after many years of killing and assinations Delta was imprisoned for his crimes and was driven mad by his failure to evade capture. When the apocalypse came Delta escaped and will continue to spread terror.
Other info: Utterly insane and will kill anything in his path
Player Name: Darko, of the Void of 40k Character Name: Michael "Mikey" Kane
Char Age: 37
Char appearance: Strong, large build, broad shoulders, 6'5, large messy brown beard and hair
Equipment: M9 with belt holster, Mossberg 500 with back holster, 5 Additional M9 clips, 12 Gauge ammo pouch, 15" Bowie Knife in combat sheath - all mounted on a Bandolier.
Backstory: A dedicated Rugby player and ex-US military for years, Mike has always been a survivor, born and bred in the great state of Texas.
Other info: Holed up in a network of abandoned military bunkers with approximately 500 other survivors, including a hundred or so Home Guard.
WS: 4
BS: 4
S: 5
T: 5
W: 3
I: 3
A: 2
LD: 8
Sv: --
Player Name: Devastator
Character Name: Bonesaw
Char Age: 28
Char appearance: something like this
Equipment: AK-74M with sling and bayonet, m9 with belt holster , 6 clips for AK and 3 for m9, chest rig ,back pack, combat knife, gas mask, Molotovs.
Backstory: "treasure" seeker with some military training, Bonesaw wanders village to village trading what ever she finds while looting.
Other info : paranoid and slightly insane[/color/
WS: 3
BS: 3
S: 4
T: 4
W: 3
I: 3
A: 2
LD: 8
Sv: --
Player Name: Potato_God, Lord of the Harvest
Character Name: Stix n Stones (Stix for short)
Char Age: 16
Char appearance: shaggy shoulder length hair, very worn grey jacket, patchwork pants.
Equipment: Machete, Old 9mm, 3 clips, FN-FAL, book of Grimms Fairy Tales
Backstory: Before the Incident, Stix was a feral child who lived in the Woods of the northern New York. since he was a small child, a hiker would come into the woods and visit him. He taught Stix how to read, speak, and gave him food and water. after the incident, Stix left the woods, trying to find the man who helped him, and just trying to survive; just like before.
Other info: feral child, is suspicious of people.
WS: 3
BS: 1
S: 3
T: 3
W: 2
I: 5
A: 3
LD: 7
Sv: --
Player Name: WARORK93
Character Name: Dimitri Petrenko
Char Age: 32
Char appearance: short, compact, scrappy, durable, 5'11, rugged, scruffy black hair, clothed in tiger stripe camo fatigues, gloves, camouflage bandanna and black combat boots
Equipment: AK-103 (foldable stock, SUSAT sights, extended mag, detachable suppressor) basically this, A survival knife/bayonet like this, combat shovel like this, and an RPG-7 launcher with no ammo, hazmat gear and gas mask
Backstory: Dimitri was a Spetznaz operative in the unstable Russian Federation government before the apocalypse, his squad survived by hiding in an old fallout bunker abandoned after the cold war. When they surfaced, they found the wastelands that used to be their homeland, and now wander aimlessly, seeking only to survive and be a force unto their own.
Other info: generally logical and calm, can be brutal and closed minded due to his training and experiences in the post apocalypse
WS: 4
BS: 5
S: 4
T: 4
W: 3
I: 4
A: 2
LD: 9
Sv: --
Player Name: Chowderhead
Character Name: Lev Vlassov
Age: 28
Appearance: Scar over 1 eye from childhood fight, Burn marks on back from a Car Bomb. About 6'3, a very slim height, however,
Equipment- Barrett M107A1, Seiga Shotgun, Makarov Pistol, Arctic, Tundra and Grassland Ghillie Suit, K-Bar (His Grand-father's Knife, taken from a American GI in WWII)
Background Lev was born into a home with 6 brothers and 2 sisters. The parents were alcoholics, and Lev joined a gang, where he stayed for 6 years. He was caught at the age of 18 by the Soviet government. He was told he could join the Military, or die for his crimes. He joined the military, and has become a sniper after basic training. During the "Great Death", as he puts it, he was on assignment in the waists of Siberia. When the fissure began to open, and the animals began to howl, Lev and his partner, Dashka, began to run. A shadow began to follow them out of the fissure. The shadow waded along slowly, then began picking up speed like a train. Soon, it hit Dasha. The beast appeared to have killed Dasha by simply enveloping him in the shadow. It then charged at Lev, but mid strike, stopped. The beast paused, looked at the Russian with his pistol and knife drawn, and walked away.
Lev now works as security for a small Hamlet of people in a large Grassy Plain in Scotland. The reapers seem to follow Dmitri, however, they never seem to attack him. It seems that the reapers want him alive, for some sinister reason.
Other: Lev has had 6 years of being in a gang, and 8 years of Soviet Spetnaz training. He never smiles, never makes a joke, and rarely speaks. He is at home in a large field with a Ghillie suit on.
WS: 3
BS: 6
S: 4
T: 4
W: 3
I: 4
A: 3
LD: 8
Sv: --
Player Name: Mordoskul, Grand Rplogian of DOOMFART
Character Name: Henry Miles
Age: 34
Appearance: Henry has a slightly pasty complexion, with a well-trimmed brown mustache and beard. He stands around 5'8.
Equipment: Bolt action rifle, pump shotgun, crowbar, survival kit with clean water, rations etc. Gas mask, leather armor, crank radio, swiss army knife, pre-disaster money, copy of Moby Dick.
Backstory: Henry was a family man, making a decent living working for a marketing company. He lived in Liverpool with his wife, Laura, and his teenage daughter, Sarah, in a nice-sized house in the middle of a nice neighborhood. He was a fit man, and jogged around the block everyday after work. His neighbors loved him, and he would often offer to perform odd jobs without fee, simply out of the goodness of his heart. Then the gak hit the fan. Henry and his family were at Ground Zero when the Reapers emerged, and barely managed to escape Liverpool, using the subways to take his family to safety. When the government collapsed, Henry and his family took to the road, scraping out an existence by raiding abandoned stores and shops. Then came Simon. While Henry and his family slept, a gang of raiders made to kill and rob them. Waking with a blade to his neck, he kicked his attacker off of him, waking his family in preparation to run for it. However, Laura had been stabbed to death in her sleep, and Sarah was no where to be seen, then he turned, and saw him. A well-dressed man wearing a surgeon's mask and a leather vest held a gun to his daughter's head, and introduced himself as Simon. He said he was taking Sarah, and there was nothing he could no about it. Henry was helpless, if he tried to intervene, she would die, if he didn't... Laughing cruelly, Simon and his minions piled into their jeep, and drove off into the distance, his daughter in tow. Flash forward six years, Henry is the perfect survivor, killing game with his high-powered rifle, and hunting raiders, searching for some word of Simon or his daughter. He will do anything, kill anyone, sacrifice anybody, to see his daughter alive.
Other info: Henry is a man with a mission: find Sarah and kill the sonnofabitch who took her.
WS: 4
BS: 4
S: 4
T: 4
W: 3
I: 4
A: 2
LD: 8
Sv: 6+
Player Name: Catos
Character Name: Cathal Rambrak
Char Age: 26
Char appearance: Tall and wear leather pants and leather capelike jacket. Has black flat spiky hair with red highliights.
Equipment: Knives in holsters around his belt along with guns. He also has various useful game items in various pockets including a deck of cards.
Backstory: Cathal was born in London and grew up in an upper middle class family and was very interested in games from a young age . He joined a group of game enthusiasts but he got bored after outclassing them all. He graduated from secondary school to spend his time challenging people to games who he would kill if they lost. He would only challenge people who had wronged in their life to games so he could have the fun of killing them and the fun of doing it in the name of justice.....sort of. He has recently been spending his time in the forest trying to kill reapers, in order to find one of the legendary mystical items that they sometimes carry.
Other Info: He was a world champion in various games before the catastrophe.
WS: 3
BS: 3
S: 4
T: 4
W: 3
I: 5
A: 2
LD: 7
Sv: --
Player Name:FITZZ
Character Name:Sabrina "Whiskey" Lopez .
Char Age: 26
Char appearance: Latina,Tall (5'8") athletic build,dressed in fatigues .
Equipment: Carries a rucksack filled with supplies as well as an M-4,a Barreta 9MM and a K-Bar knife.
Backstory: Whiskey grew up in East L.A. and was a member of a local street gang,at age 17 she was arrested for the aggravated assault of a rival gang member and given the choice of either joining the armed forces or spending the next ten years in prison.
She opted to join the Army and was subsequently stationed in London.
Other info: Whiskey is a loner...trusting no one,she now wanders the waste land and ruins simply surviving from day to day...
WS: 3
BS: 4
S: 3
T: 3
W: 3
I: 4
A: 2
LD: 8
Sv: --
Player Name:Tyranic Marta
Character Name: Terence Blackwood, (No not the one from SURVIVE )
Char Age: 37
Char appearance: Lightly tanned skin and the surety of someone with many years of experience. Scars from some form of massive injury criss cross his chest, a doctor would say they look self inflicted, his left eye is a startling bright blue the other is a milky white, however he can still see out of it due to a wierd genetic disposition. His mouth is almost permanantly closed due to a bullet sawing through the nerves on the right side of his jaw, the wound slowly healing and so his speach is often short if at all spoken. A groove along his right cheek that reaches to his ear testament to the bullet wound. His powerful arms and strong legs suggest the build of someone who excels in bursts of strength that can be held and endured. His Leather Jacket has been lined with monofilament Titanium-Alloy fibres that increase its strength, his DPM pants come right out of a Pre-apocalyptic engagement, and his boots are military issue. His black singlet has seen its share of damage as its many patches attest. The final thing one would be drawn to upon seeing this grisiled veteran would be his length of black hair drain into a braid that reaches down his back, tipped at the end with 4 teeth taken from the mouth of one of his victims.
Equipment: His Remigington 40cal sniper rifle has dozens of kill marks on its weathered stock and the silenced SMG on a bandolier sling has its share too. A pack filled with ammo and grenades is strapped to his back, the kidney strap adorned with grenades and clip on magazine holsters for his SMG, a thigh holster holds a Browning 9mm silenced pistol and a 15" combat knife is slipped into its holster on his boot.
Backstory: Terence has seen fighting across all 7 continents in the service of various world powers, when the apocalypse stuck he was piloting a helicopter gunship that was engaging a rebel pirate ship of the coast of Peurto Rico fufilling a contract, he managed to rise above the breakers of the following Tsunami and head to the nearest refulling point that was still standing after the fall.
He hates to tell others of his past but the one thing he often speaks of is his sighting of one of the worlds most lethal predators, he will then laugh and mutter under his breath, "I looked in a mirror"
Other info: Loyal to few people except those who pay him he has a soft spot somewhere deep down that he nurtures but tells noone of.
Player Name: Ragnar4
Character Name: (Unknown) Fresh Meat is his current moniker. Although he answers to just about any name that includes the word "meat" in it. "meat head, dead meat.. etc."
Char Age: 16
Char appearance: Meat is a smaller, yet wiry boy with dark hair and dark eyes. Several tattoos adorn his body, crudely worked into his skin. Many of the things that he wears have both a functional and drive towards an aesthetic. He wears a heavy chain around his waist as a belt, but it also functions as a handy weapon in a pinch. His hand-cuff bracelets, have been modified to link together to strangle someone, or perhaps slide down a wire. Meat is a very well put-together boy, who managed to escape a lot of scars of the body, yet replaced them with scars of the mind. His eyes bear the weight of a near decade of torment from his "protectors".
Equipment: Heavy gauge chain belt, Modified handcuffs on his wrists, 2 old pieces of rusty sheet steel big enough to cover his torso held together by 2 leather straps that go over his shoulders. a back-pack with rations, ammo, water purifier tables, rope, a dirty mason jar of moonshine alcohol, a few polaroids of a man and woman who are presumably his parents holing him as a baby, or playing with him as a child. (these are his most treasured items in the world)
Backstory: Meats memory starts 2 weeks after he was found by the escaped convicts on death row that escaped from some unknown penitentary located in "California" in the world before the Reapers. How far they had traveled until they met Meat, or how far they traveled afterwards, is unknown. The convicts acted like a gang, who affectionately referred to themselves as "55 Death Dealers" had no remorse for anyone outside of the confines of their clique, and Meat, being an interesting prospect for several reasons was protected by Juanita "Big Mama" Santos for obvious reasons. Not so obvious reasons led to Johnathan "Slide-knife" Chake becoming a mentor, protector to Meat in his formative years in the gang. Slide-knife was a pedohpile with a thing for pretty boys, so slide-knife took the best of care of Meat during the days, and the worst of care of Meat during the night. Finally after 5 years of murder, drugs, being ritually tatooed for his actions within the gang, being raped, running from the horrors of the night, etc. James "Big Gun" Popovich and Slide-knife got into an altercation over Meat like he was a piece of property. In the fight, Big Gun broke Slide-knife's neck. Meat knew what was going on, Big Gun's old woman had fresh bruises and cuts on a nearly weekly basis, and they usually showed up at night. He wasn't about to become Big Gun's property, so he offered some of his home-made shine to Big Gun and after getting him sufficiently sloshed, Meat lashed out with his chain, snapping Big-guns leg in two at the knee, and dodged bullets and thrown knives as he stole off into the night escaping the "55 Death Dealers"... for now.
Most of Meat's tattoos are the prison kind, teardrops for men he's killed, spiderweb on the elbow, two playing card 5's on his chest for his old captors. He abbhores them. He's even gone so far as to scrub one off with sand-paper, but he caught a nasty infection that he barely overcame on his own.
He also has a paralyzing fear of having his head underwater. He was seriously abused a lot using water "treatements"
WS: 3
BS: 3
S: 3
T: 3
W: 3
I: 3
A: 2
LD: 7
Sv: --
Player Name: Evaelc
Character Name: William “Gramps" Graham
Character Age: 45
Character Appearance: Will has been around a while and as such has a receding grey hairline. His face, slightly wrinkled is angular and narrow. Standing at about 5’11” he is of medium build.
Equipment: Steyr rifle with under slung grenade launcher, Backpack with; medical kit, surgeon’s tools, flares, ammo, rations
Backstory: Will was a medical doctor before the so-called apocalypse. Living in New Zealand he was lucky enough to survive, however his grandson was not. With nothing left for him he joined the national army or what was left of it. He was assigned as Medical aid for his company and at first he was laughed at but after several missions and near death experiences of some of his company members he became a valued member thanks to his medical experience. Even in the heat of a gunfight he could keep his cool and help out. Thanks to this he was requested to work for the British however after his flight was high jacked he was lucky to escape from the plane before it crashed. Now he is stranded in the middle of London with next to nothing to survive.
WS: 3
BS: 4
S: 4
T: 4
W: 3
I: 3
A: 2
LD: 8
Sv: --
Map:
Grey areas= Entrances to underground bunker network
Blue areas= Small friendly settlements of humans, but there are more out there that have not been seen. They are dotted everywhere.
Large yellow area around the map= Wasteland
Large Black area= The Scar- Supposedly these cracks in the land were where the Reapers came out of the earth.
Brown areas= Caves
Large purple area= The realm of the crazies- Where the crazies (people who were driven mad by the apocalypse) roam. They have been moving further out recently, and now a few even wander the land.
The Unknown Area= Nobody knows what lies there, but they know that anybody who goes there does not return. But some say they see figures approaching from the area that are not quite human.
Troy= This is the major human settlement in the area. When it was made they said that it's walls would never be breached. They haven't been to this day, except there have been frequent raids by Bandits, which have all been defeated. It is to this reason why it is called Troy.
The Woods= Supposedly there are Reapers in the woods, as screams have been heard sometimes coming from there. Brave people go to the woods to hunt for meat as animals are many in the large area. The woods are very big.
Elysium= This is where people who think very highly of themselves go. They are rich there, and normally can get what they want and live thier lives happily. It conducts many transactions with people who come by, to make more money. Raiders do not bother them as they can always bargain with them. It is called Elysium, because people who go there think of it as heaven compared to everything else. But the people there are said to not be trusted by wise men.
London= A small part of the ruins of London. Bandits made it thier home a long time ago. But, if people are lucky, they can sometimes enter to salvage supplies and not be noticed. It is a very dangerous place.
(i wanted a dog, we've "Parked" near troy, and are walking in, the dog is also key to my character as youll see later)
(ic) Terrence spies the gatehouse, "we'll see if they want to let us in shall we?"
Terrence slings his rifle over his back and moves up to the gatehouse, a loud buzzer goes of then a tinny voice spoken through a loud speaker booms out, "kneel to the ground put your hands on your head and prepare to go through customs"
The group shrug to each other and kneel, Terrence grunting slightly as his hands go behind his head, "Stiff shoulder" he mutters "Im getting to old for this" a rasping chuckle under his breath
The gates open and several guards come out, ak's and shotguns primary weapons, machete's and other melee weapons as secondary, one guy even has a katana. The move forwards and noticing Terrence's weapons one of them baulks slightly but moves forwards nonetheless, and puts his gun muzzle between Terrance's eyes, "Relinquish your weapons please sir" Terrance nudges the gun barrel away before unslinging his rifle and putting it carefully down in front of him, his Smg goes next, his pistol last, he opens his pack to show them none there, they dont notice his knife.
He is careful to remove the mag from each weapon and stow it in its prefferred place in his pack. half a dozen grenades join the weapons on the ground, Terrance looks over at the other two and sees a similar pile of weapons before each, although none quite as large.
The dog is hiding behind Terrance whimpering slightly, he growls under his breath slightly as his weapons are taken away but otherwise Terrance doesnt seem to be purturbed at the "Customs" the weapons are taken a short distance before they are given a brief search, then they are brought back to him, "Nice guns youve got yourself there cowboy"
Once all of the three have been reunited with their weapons they head inside the city, Terrance looks at the dog beside him, "I think ill call you Braveheart" Terrence grins whilst rechecking his weapons, satisfied nothing is wrong he reloads the mags and slings and holsters his various guns.
Turning to the other two he Grins, one side of his mouth not quite sure what to do giving his smile a lopsided apperance, "Were in"
Sorry for taken so long to update, I've been busy, what with my job as a Lion-Yeti tamer by day and Planet Counselour by night.
BIC:
Stix and Peter had been walking for at least a couple days. It was hot, balmy, and (to be blunt) annoying as hell. It wasn't helped by the parties the town of Elysium was sending out regularly. The two of them had almost been spotted by a pair of their scouts a few days back; Peter recognized them as Elysium by their wellmade, aesthetic-focused fatigues. The two of them were headed to Troy, a small, dynamic town where people of all strokes were known to stop buy. Everything could be found at Troy. Followers, vices, guns...
Answers.
That last one interested Peter the most. Stix had spoken to Peter at length about what brought him into Boss Germ's Thrall. He said he was a photographer; he took pictures of disaster zones for a London rag nobody was reading. It paid well though, he said; enough to support him and his daughter. after the disasters started, he figured he'd try to get pictures of disaster right next door rather than off in East Nowherestan. then, when the quakes got really bad, he tried to get somewhere safer. That didn't work out; his daughter died, and he had nowere else to go, and nothing left to live. Then Jerm found him, and he figured he'd join one of the many bandit gangs that plagued post-disaster London. It seemed, however, that Pete was tired of answering questions and wanted to ask some of his own.
"So, where are you from, Stix?"
"Hmm?"
"I noticed your accent before, however I didn't think it pertinent to mention when I was trying to rob you. Me and my manners."
"Hahaha! I'm from upstate New York." Stix changed his happy demeaner to something more serious. "I raised myself in the woods, around Canada's border, living by myself"
Peter frowned. "Don't be a jerk. If you didn't want to tell me, you could've just said so. You didn't have to make fun of me."
Stix looked puzzled "no, I'm not lying to you. I'm a feral child; I ran away from home when I was five, and more or less lived in the forest ever since. I was raised by a hiker who would occasionally visit me in the woods. He taught me to read, write, and just about everything else." Stix looked forlorn, as if he just lost a battle with a repressed memory. "He was the clostest thing I ever had to a father."
"I..I'm sorry." Peter said. They were approuching Troy, it's ramshackle buildings sillhouted by the setting sun. As the pair entered the city, the rsidents looked over the newcomers, sizing them up. nobody in Troy wanted to start a fight, but they all were sure as Sh*t ready to end one. Stix could see it in all their eyes; they'd all seen things they'd like to forget, they would all like to rest; Troy was the closest thing to returning to a normal life, and they would do worse than kill anyone who tried to ruin that for them. "Pete, let's go in there." Stix pointed at a rather large pub "I'm tired, and could use a drink. Besides, I'm tired of looking for people." Stix gave a smug grin. "They can come to us." Stix and Pete enter'd the pub. They paid the barkeep a couple shillings and holed up for the night. Stix didn't know where he'd go next. He didn't know how, but He knew there were important people here. People that meant something. and his gut told him that, If he stuck around, they'd find him.
Whiskey checked her weapons as they were returned to her and took in the surroundings as they entered the city proper ..She was vaguely reminded of life back in L.A....various street venders pushed carts about hocking their goods...and small shops stood open servicing a multitude of colorful people..the sounds and sights a bit overwhelming to her ...but somehow welcome at the same time.
Near the corner of a cross street she spied a tavern,and though it appeared to be crowded,she headed towards it..motioning for Will and Terrance to follow her..
Pushing through the crowd Whiskey came to the tavern entrance...she read the signs posted outside and laughed turning to her companions.." They actually take money here.." she said with some awe.." I haven't seen a place that takes currency in...well years.."..she dug down in her rucksack and pulled out a crumpled wad of bills..." I've been using it for kindling.." she laughed.
Entering the tavern,the trio moved through the crowd,finding an empty table near the back of the establishment...they seated themselves,Terrance's dog curling at his feet.
A few moments later a heavy set woman appeared with a tray..." What can I get for you.." she asked pleasently.,and Whiskey was once again stunned by the air of normalcy here...it was if the outside world didn't exist..
" Do you have beer..?" Whiskey asked..
" Ale?..of course we do" the woman said " Would you care for one..?"
Whiskey smiled.." I'd care for a whole pitcher " she said.." In fact...bring three...I'm buying.." she handed the woman a hand full of bills.
" Coming right up.." The waitress said cheerfully as she moved back towards the bar through the crowd..
Whiskey sighed looking around..." I could get use to this.." she said .
Terrance offered a small crooked grin.." Don't get to comfortable...and don't let your guard down.."
Whiskey stared evenly at the man..." I haven't let my guard down since I was six years old...but I'm going to by damn enjoy this beer..and the chance to sit and relax.."
Terrance shrugged and patted his dog.
A few moments later the large woman appeared again balancing full pitchers and glasses on her tray,she quickly sat them on the table and filled the glasses.." There ya are folks...enjoy...and give a whistle if you need a refill.."
" Thanks" Whiskey said sipping at the foaming beer in her hand and smiling...she closed her eyes and sighed.." God I forgot how good that taste..."
Will sipped at his beer and smiled as well " It is good isn't it...I guess they brew it themselves.."
Whiskey emptied her glass in three sips and refilled it from the nearest pitcher..." Home brewed is fine with me.." she leaned back in her chair and took another sip of the ale.
The tavern filled with the sound of music,and Whiskey glanced towards the corner of the bar...she smiled as she saw the old Juke box...and closed her eyes as the opening chords of " Low Rider" filled the air..
" God..it's almost like being human again." she said.
Terrence looks around the room, almost like human..... Terrence diddnt think he would ever feel human again. He thought about the people he had killed today, 2 dozen dead, to justify his life.... was it truly worth it?
The dog reaches up and licks his hand, demanding atteniton, Terrence reaches down fondling the dogs head, "thats right Braveheart it is worth it isnt it?", he looks at Whiskey and Will, niether of them looked particularly innocent but he knew they had no idea of how many people he had killed.
Terrence closes his eyes briefly but opens them almost instantly, he could see the blood of hundreds pouring from his hands.
They could see Troy ahead, its mighty walls towering over them. It was more than just a habitat or settlement. It was mankind leaving a defiant mark on the ground to show mother nature that she could throw whatever she likes at the human race, but they will always endure and survive. Michael preferred to just think of it as a giant "F U" gesture towards mother nature; that crazy old hag. She'd given birth to humanity a long time ago, and now she was dying and having seizures, and destroying the family she had created. All the life, all the animals..
Mikey shook his head. He didn't have time for this philosophical bullcrap. Troy was ahead, and they were going to have fun. That was all that mattered. The lyric from some old R.E.M. song played on his mind momentarily, "We're gonna party at the end of the world!" How apt, he thought.
The jeep pulled up near the ramshackle gate, and several guards walked over to them. The lead guard spoke first, "Ah, the dwellers in the dark return again!" He joked.
"Joe, you old bastard, you'll never see the last of us," Michael replied, heartily slapping his old friend on the shoulder. "How's life treating y'all here?"
"Not bad; and Mia just gave birth to our beautiful daughter," Joe explained happily, a tear of joy playing on his eye.
Michael grinned, "That's great dude, pass on my congratulations to Mia."
"Won't you come over to ours for some dinner?"
"'Fraid not Joey, we need to pick up some rather specific supplies quickly. We'll only stay until tomorrow."
"Alright, well until next time then," Joe said, waving them on.
"Until then," Mike agreed as the jeep carried on through the gate. They parked it in their usual spot behind the tavern, before disembarking. The heavily-armed men holstered or slung their weapons, before moving round to the front of the busy tavern, and walking in. The place was almost full, save for a few tables at the back. They received glances from a lot of people, but none wore an expression of alarm. Heavily-armed men strolling through Troy wasn't exactly uncommon. Bill and Thomson headed over to the bar to order drinks and snacks, whilst Michael sat down at one of the far tables with Adrian, John and Rick, the latter of whome offered a quick pleasantry to the occupants of the table next to them; two men, a woman and a dog.
Bill and Thomson soon returned, their hands laden with drinks that were received with gratitude by their fellows. The group clinked their pints together, with a "Cheers," simultaneously muttered by all.
Cathal looked at everyone and said, "My work here is done." he proceeded to blink out of this reality to another place altogether, leaving behind the earth to its fate. (this is my way of saying im leaving this rp. I wish I could say it was fun while it lasted but I'm not a liar.) Goodbye.
Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Yeah, but no, you can't just blink out of existence.
I think You'll find I just did. Try and stop me. And I don't care if you make up some bullsh*t about how you decide everything then guess what, I dont care. Go get a life.
Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Yeah, but no, you can't just blink out of existence.
I think You'll find I just did. Try and stop me. And I don't care if you make up some bullsh*t about how you decide everything then guess what, I dont care. Go get a life.
Obvious troll is obvious..
Catos, this isn't the first time you've randomly left a roleplay I've been involved in. Although, last time you did so much more quietly. A simple "I'm leaving this roleplay for personal reasons," would've been far better than "try and stop me I'm an internet hardman hurr".
You're leaving the roleplay. Enough said. Goodbye.
FM Ninja 048 wrote:Ok, unexpected, why you leaving Catos?
More like who cares?
There was no need for that, Rule Number One: be polite
Lets just forget about who we're talking about then, shall we?
Catos was the one who acted in a rude manner in the first place, and it's true, why should you care if he leaves? Personally, I'm not going to miss him, especially after his little 'outburst' earlier.
Now, onto a more positive subject, it's 4PM Kaiser. Gimme event!
Catos you little fether, shut up, and good riddance, you have screwed up every single RP you have been in, and now, to be perfectly honest, I believe you can go to hell for an early visit, as you will certainly be going there sooner or later.
And just for your information, I do decide everything. It's my Rp, and I am the GM, so I say what happens, who dies, and who gets kicked.
Now, on a more positive note, I will start part 1 of the event very shortly.
Don't waste too many sentences killing his character.
Try to throw something interesting in for the rest of our characters as well; like perhaps a massive Raider attack? That could result in us all defending the city for a few pages, then being charged by the Mayor to hunt down the leader of the Raiders (who have seemingly banded together as one force to try and take all the major settlements). Then we'd all end up in London fighting more Raiders and getting the highly coveted XP and gubbins!
Dimitri stood in what Marston had called the "Ranger station." it was an innovative construction of slabs of concrete, plates of steel, and a few wooden beams. Needless to say it was about as ramshackle as the other buildings in town but it shared the same solitary strength that had been built into this little wasteland oasis.
Dimitri stood in front of a large desk in a huge room that had many iron barred cells embedded in the walls. A few of these had scummy looking occupants who were either asleep or scowling angrily at anyone who looked at them.
"Is he coming?" Sergei said beside him.
"Any minute now."
"You said that ten minutes ago." Sonya interjected. Dimitri gave her a hard look and she smiled.
Peter was about to say something when the two Ranger walked in, dressed in their usual garb. Marston tipped his hat to the group before speaking.
"Well, Mister Dimitri, I'm glad you decided to join us."
"That makes one of us." Dimitri said coldly. "I'm not here for charity, Marston, if you want us to put our necks out there against those lunatics, it better be worth our time."
Marston smiled. "Of course." He said, Rosco gave him a large scroll of parchment. Marston flattened it out on the table, Dimitri saw that it was a map of the general area. Marston pointed to a feature south of the town they were now in.
"This is a canyon called Pike's Basin, last year, a bunch of miners showed up saying they'd found gold and that area's been thick with them ever since. A lot of them come this way every now and again for supplies and such. As of late they haven't been showing up at all. Last week I sent one of my men to the canyon to see what was going on, truns out, the area's been taken under new management by some raiders calling themselves the "Kockney Krew" and they've made it their base."
Dimitri thought about this.
"So, you want us to help you.....do waht exactly."
"Isn't it obvious Mr. Dimitri? We cant let those raiders have a camp so close to the town, my men have already surrounded the basin but I would like it if you and your people came with us."
"And whats in it for us?"
Marston smiled again. "The mines are full of gold, Marston, and other such rocks, the raiders have lots of fancy toys too. the miner's if there's any left would be most grateful for your assistance."
"Sounds like a party, chief." Sergei said gruffly.
"Yeah it does Serg." Dimitri said with a uncahracteristic grin.
Sonya laughed but Peters eys started to dart.
"Looks like you got yourself a team Marston." Dimitri said. "Lets go stir some feth up."
The Reapers came closer and closer towards Troy, where they watched wandereres journeying towards the large gates. They had tracked the human to this city, and now they would destroy him for infecting the sacred item, and for destroying the minor Reaper. This was where he would die.
The one at the head of the group, a powerful Major, spoke to the others telepathicly.
"We move to the city. He is there. In the lead humans office. We find him. We kill him."
The bowed thier heads in agreement, and respect, before disappearing, and appearing... within the city walls.
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Cale Vatan sat down in a seat right next to the inside of the city walls. He always sat there, waiting for some action. Since he was young he always wanted to be a hero some day, and when he entered Troy he thought he could become one there. Long story short...
It ain't happened yet.
But he was still hopefull. People thought he was crazy, he would never get to do anything heroic because nobody would ever penetrate the walls. He always told them that when they did, he would be the one to save them, and that if the wanted to be saved they should start believing in him. But sometimes even he thought he was going delusional.
All of that vanished when he suddenly saw a group of four dark figures appear right in front of his very eyes. As soon as people laid eyes on them they went totally silent, and started to gather thier children and loved ones, and back away.
Cale was terrified, and began to back away into a corner of a house. After all this time of thinking he would be hero, he never actually thought about actually doing it. These were almost definately the Reapers, and he would not be able to kill them. Ever.
Would he?
He mustered up all his courage, and took out his pistols to fire, at the beasts.
"Take this you mother fethers!" he shouted loudly, madly firing at the demonic beings, none of his bullets actually harming them. "You ain't gonna harm MY people!"
The lead Reaper turned and brought his arm around to make bone shattering contact with the man, and send him flying towards the metal gates. He hit the gates with a terrible smashing sound, and collapsed to the floor, blooud pouring from his nose.
The Reapers were about to turn and continue onwards, when they heard the voice of an almost broken man behind them, in a last, defiant tone.
"You don't... turn your back... on... me..." he said quietly, taking deep breaths, before shakily lifting up his pistol to fire at the near invincible being.
It disappeared, and appeared a second later directly in front of him, and, grabbing him by the neck, brought him of the ground, face to face with it. He spat red blood upon it, in a defiant, but foolish manner.
The croud that had gathered screamed, as the man who wanted to be a hero, died, slowly and painfully.
*********
Charles sat face to face with the pathetic boy who had turned up in his office, and who had thought he was so awesome for killing a Reaper. He didn't believe it.
That all changed when a terrifying Reaper burst through the door to his office, sending pieces of wood flying in all directions.
Cathal turned around in horror, and immediately saw two Reapers directly in front of him, with three behind him, and he was terrified. He jumped out of his chair, and walked backwards straight into the desk, shaking him a little.
"Wha- what is this?!" he screamed out in pure terror, as one of them, the more powerful looking one outstretched his hand in a menacing fashion towards him.
"Goddamn it! Work, please! Something!" he said, holding his amulet in his hands, messing with it, willing it to do something that could save his life.
Finally, it shined brightly, and released a solid ray of purple light straight at the one to the left of him. The lead Reaper turned and watched as his companion twotched a little, before going still. He had not been detsroyed, but was in desperate need of assistance. He turned back to Cathal, who was looking quite pleased with himself, before slowly withering, and ollapsing to the ground, before the Reaper snatched the amulet from around his neck.
Cathal heard the Reapers voice echo in the back of his mind,
"Foolish human, you thought you could use the power of the amulet. You are too weak."
Swift, saw all that happened, and realised he had to do something. He didn't particularly like the kid, but he couldn't let him die. Quickly, he took out his revolver, and, moving towards the Reapers, fired shots into each and every one of them. It did no use, as the one closest to him clecnhed his vapoury black fist, and slammed it at full strength into Swift, and sent him flying backwards into the wooden wall, creating yet another gigantic hole in Charles' office, where he fell unconscious.
The lead Reaper turned his attention back to Cathal, and saw him feebily trying to get back onto his feet.
What Cathal was trying to do was hopefully stab the weak point which he had exposedthe other Reaper with. He managed to get up, and, knife in hand, flung himself onto the lead Reaper, and tried to stab his neck hard.
The Reaper smiled a menacing smile, and wrapped his shadowy fingers around Cathals neck, and began the process for one of the most painful deaths in the history of the universe. His eyes glowed a dark black colour, and the life drained from Cathals skin as he screamed, and screamed, and screamed.
It was terrifying to witness, which poor Charles had to watch.
When it was finshed, the Reaper slammed the limp, lifeless body of Cathal Rambrak onto the wooden floor, and spoke to Charles, this time out loud.
"We leave now, for there is a force which you must fight now at the gates. But your time, and the time of all these people, will come. The Great Reaping, will soon begin.
Then they were gone.
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At the gates of Troy, were many, many bandits. They would take Troy this time, and revel in it's defeat. They were so sure that they would gain this victory. So sure.
Because this time, they had a plan.
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Well, there was part one of the event.
Cathal- Is very much dead, and the amulet is safely back in Reaper hands.
Swift took a fair bit of a beating, with possibly a few broken ribs, and back damage from being slammed into a wall.
Cale is also very dead, as he was the first of Troy to be killed that painfully by a Reaper.
Whiskey had just begun to fill her third glass off beer when the sounds of a huge commotion from outside drifted through the confines of the tavern...
Dozens of patrons leapt from their tables,rushing outside to investigate ,while even more people from outside the tavern shoved past them to get inside...away from whatever was happening out there...
Whiskey strained to make sense out of the babble of conversation and screams of fright ...." The Unholy..." an elderly man shrieked as he rushed through the tavern doors seeking sanctuary inside..." The Reapers have come.."
Whiskey felt her blood run cold...
" Raiders!!" a voice shouted from outside..." Raiders at the walls!!!"
Terrance stood.." Looks like the party's over.." he said,his mongrel dog barking anxiously towards the doors..
"...No gak.." Whiskey muttered racking a round into her riffle ,she grabbed up her gear and moved quickly for the exit,pushing past several people as she did...
Outside the busy streets had erupted into chaos,citizens rushed about seeking shelter as members of Troys Guards raced to the walls...
Whiskey ran behind a squad of men who were loaded down with Heavy Machine Guns,and leaped onto a ladder climbing it to the tops of the deffensive walls...
Peering over,Whiskey saw a large force of Raiders,racing about on various ramshackled vehicles and motorcycles swarming outside the walls..
A round fired from one of the vehicles kicked up dust mere inches from were Whiskey was and she quickly ducked into cover,she muttered curses to herself and swung her riffle up,sighting on a Raider racing along on a dilapidated motorcycle...she gritted her teeth and squeezed the trigger of the weapon...a second later the top of the riders head vaporized in a spray of gore,his body pinwheeling from his bike.
Whiskey grinned and rapidly placed two more rounds into the body of another Raider who was rushing for the city walls....
To her left she heard the crack of a riffle and the unmistakable sound of Terrance's voice..." One" the man said softly as yet another Raider fell...half of his face blown away..
Whiskey took cover again as a group of Bandits fired on her posistion...
" ...So much for feeling like a human.." she muttered to herself.
(ic) Terrence began to take life again, shells falling in a grim clatter at his feet, every shot spelled a doom for anouther vehicle, his tactics were simple, destroy the vehicles in a lop as they surged through gaps between their comrades, make a wall of blasing metal, his accurate shots hitting feul lines and petrol tanks where he nknew that the rusty hot engines would ignite the feul, cooking the vehicles explosivly.
beside him he saw whiskey begin to pick of bandits with her weapon, a grim determination on her face that brought home to him what he had already guessed. The bandits would make the walls this time.
Wills weapon kicks out beside terrance and he watches a pair of bantis fall as the burst of high caliber rounds smack into them.
He nods slowly watching more elements of the defense appear into action, a massive ring of wrecked vehicles now existed his shots quite capable of taking the wretched rusted things down. Now the bandits were swearing in rage as they had to travel long distances around the ring to reach the walls, giving Terrance and his two companions, not to mention the guards of troy, time to deal to the infantry and drivers of the remaining vehicles.
But many more bandits waited beyond, and as rounds began to skip over the parapet he kneew that there were snipers amoungst them.
"Reloading!!" Terrence ducks behind the wall, ejecting the spent clip before slotting anouther in, the empty clip went into his backpack were it would probably be joined by several more before the end.
IC: Lev needed a drink. He walked into the nearest bar, a place called "The Wasteland Chicken". A odd name, but hey, if it has booze, he has currency. He walked into the bar, and checked his weapons (Except his knife, of course) at the counter and walked to the bar.
"Sir, if I am going to serve you, you need to take off the bush."
Lev sighed, looked down, and began removing the suit. First he took off his goggles, revealing his eyes. One was perfectly normal, but the other was like nothing the bartender had ever seen. It was a small lens, with a shutter instead of a eyelid. The sickening noise it made was the sound of grinding metal as he blinked, one eye smooth, the other mechanical. The off came the suit.
That's when the Barkeep nearly vomited. Lev had no left arm. Instead was a metal contraption, a foul whirring beast that clanged and crunched as Lev reached for his shot of Vodka. The fingers moved around the glass, and at the same speed as a human arm, the steel beast gave Lev his drink.
"Uh, I hope you don't mind me asking, but... Where did you get those?"
Lev put down the glass. "That story will take a while."
"I've got spare time." The barkeep pulled up a stool."
"After the great Event, I got a invitation to work at a place called 'The Elysium'. When I got there, I was put under severe testing. Because of my past experience of being a sniper, they decided I would be posted 2 miles outside of the gate, on a small hill. Because of the distance and accuracy required to make shots like that, they decided to take human error out of the equation. Off goes the arm, off goes the eye. Now I'm stuck with this mechanical s**t."
The barkeep handed him another glass. "A round on me. You seem like you need it."
"JOHN!" A young man, barley 16, came running into the bar. "They have almost taken the gate! Me gotta go NOW!"
"Alright... What's your name?" The barkeeper asked, pulling out a L86.
"Lev."
"Lev, you gonna help or what?"
"Can I put my suit back on?"
"Yes."
Lev was out the door in 30 seconds, loading incendiary shells into the XM-25.
Sorry to say, after barely any input from my part, I'm going to respectably bow out. Not really getting a good vibe from this rp, which makes things counter productive for success.
I'm going to refrain from posting any further RP's until Kais does the second half of his event...
Suffice to say that Whiskey is simply ducking bullets and returning fire....
This is my clever way of concealing the fact that I'm far to busy to actually post an RPATM...
BTW, Kais, when do you plan on having the second half of the event up?
Stix heard firing outside. A racous chorus of shouts, screams and bullets rang out through the town. "Sounds like Raiders. and a lot of them" Stix said to peter, throwing him his AK. Peter shook his head at Stix "Don't fight em. Just leave, man. Their gonna take the town anyway." Stix couldn't deny that this was a smart decision. However, while Stix knew he should leave, he felt he had to stay. But he couldn't take them on alone.
Then he realised he wouldn't need to. "I've a plan. Come on!" Stix bolted out of the bar like a man on fire. The rank stench of blood, gasoline, and human fear filled the air, driving the people into a panic. Stix ran into the town hall, the most likely place for people to be hiding. Inside the ill kept building, were a mixture of men, women and children; there were about 20 men who could fight. Stix straightened himself up, and prepared to speak. "Don't hide here. We must go out and drive away the raiders." some of the women looked to the ground, trying to ignore what was happening. one man, a large, bear of a man, came up to Stix, a look of anger and frustration on his face. "get out, kid. The raiders have this place surrounded. we're gonna leave here and cut our losses."
"No. No you won't." Stix felt something in him he'd never felt before; some deep need to stand his ground. He had to face down this man, he had to make him cave. "If you leave now, nothing will stop the raiders. would you so easily give up this home that you've worked so hard to make? Would you deny your children, and your children's children, the right to live a peaceful life?"
Stix motioned out the window to Troy "You named this place after Troy; a fortress city without peer. while other's fell, Troy stood; it was a giant "Screw You" to the rest of Greece. So is this Troy. You've survived so much; you're just giong to throw what you've reaped at the foot of the first raiders that come around?" A couple of the men looked up. They began to hope again. not much, but a little. Stix knew know was when to drive it home
"Anyone who wishes to defend the home, follow me. We will make them pay." Stix turned around and walked towards the door. He heard no one get up. His heart sunk. Then, he heard one, then two, then 5, then 10 pairs of footsteps follow him out. He smiled. He'd gotten them to listen. Stix turned aruond and adressed the motely group that came with him. "Thank you. the fighting should still be limited to the gates. The fighting seems fiercest around one of the local dive bars. you should all head there. I have some business to attend to at the gate. Move Out!"
Delta ducked behind a destoryed car and carefuly avoided a massing Bandit force but continuing to watch them try to orginize themselfs but soon became intrested when they formed into ranks and began to leave london , it appered they were heading to Troy for an attack but it could easily fail if their leader was killed or removed and an assination could take place. Delta found himself constantly thinking about pulling off a daring attack on the Bandit leader.
"I shall find the Holy Grail! Wait thats not right I shall have the Bandit leaders head! But who is he?"
And with that Delta knew his task , he must gather allies to kill the bandit lord!
Argh guys sorry about not having it done yet, but today I am full up with work and the Maths Challenge, so it doesn't look hopeful for today either, but tomorrow I have loads of time so it should be done then.
Player Name:prototype_x Character Name: Sarah Miles Age: 21 Appearance: sarah has a slightly pasty complexion hailing from her father, she waears dirty leather. Equipment: ak47, semi automatic shotgun,two full auto explosive round pistols,large assortment of knives, survival kit with clean water, rations etc. Gas mask, leather armor, ring given to her by her father for her 13 birthday. Backstory: she lived in Liverpool with Laura, her mother and henry her father, in a nice-sized house in the middle of a nice neighborhood.sarah and her family were at Ground Zero when the Reapers emerged, and barely managed to escape Liverpool, using the subways to get to safety. When the government collapsed, Henry took his family to the road, scraping out an existence by raiding abandoned stores and shops. Then came Simon. While sarah and her family slept, a gang of raiders made to kill and rob them. , Laura had been stabbed to death in her sleep, and Sarah was no where to be seen, A well-dressed man wearing a surgeon's mask and a leather vest held a gun to sarahs head, and introduced himself as Simon. He said he was taking Sarah,.Laughing cruelly, Simon and his minions piled into their jeep, and drove off into the distance. Flash forward six years, sarah was with the bandits for three years until she escaped, the badits had raped her, of course they had that was the reason they had taken her in the first place, bastards. she spent two years living in an abandoned military facilty, where she found all heer weapons. now she kills bandits to survive other info: currently searching for her dad. shy of people because of what the bandits did to her. a natural shot and knife thrower
ooc) sorry mordoskul for using your idea but i thought it would be ausome
sarah, following the bandits trail had arrived at london. she smiled to herself realising just how brilliant using the bandits as protection was. during this momentary lapse in concentration she sdood on a twig, spinning, the rear bandit saw her! firng two shots from her explosive round pistol she cried out for help, knowing she was hoplessley out numbered she prayed for salvation in the form of a londoner.........
Delta watched a Girl being fired apon by Bandits and quickly charged them from behind knocking one to the ground and Slashing his arm. He then quickly disimbowled him before rushing the others and pulling out his Butterfly knife.
sarah yelled her thanks whilst firing bursts from her ak47 "names sarah" she yelled filling a bandit with lead "who are..... look out!" throwing a long knife she finished the last of the bandits who was sneaking up behind delta "as i was saying" she finished "who are you?" pulling her knife from the bandits head she wiped it clean on his trousers while waiting for a reply
"I am Subject Delta , don't expect any thing posh cause this place is far from it." Delta pulled his Butterfly knife from the head of a Bandit causing blood to spray across the ground.
"What brings you here Tourist?"
"I think that would be best as Bandits regularly come here with Dogs for fighting , I don't mean normal dogs I mean Mutants. They stick blades onto their paws for fighting and are generally Rabid , I know where we can go anyway." Delta leads Shara through the Sewers to a small camp.
prototype_X wrote:
Player Name:prototype_x
Character Name: Sarah Miles
Age: 21
Appearance: sarah has a slightly pasty complexion hailing from her father, she waears dirty leather.
Equipment: ak47, semi automatic shotgun,two full auto explosive round pistols,large assortment of knives, survival kit with clean water, rations etc. Gas mask, leather armor, ring given to her by her father for her 13 birthday.
Backstory: she lived in Liverpool with Laura, her mother and henry her father, in a nice-sized house in the middle of a nice neighborhood.sarah and her family were at Ground Zero when the Reapers emerged, and barely managed to escape Liverpool, using the subways to get to safety. When the government collapsed, Henry took his family to the road, scraping out an existence by raiding abandoned stores and shops. Then came Simon. While sarah and her family slept, a gang of raiders made to kill and rob them. , Laura had been stabbed to death in her sleep, and Sarah was no where to be seen, A well-dressed man wearing a surgeon's mask and a leather vest held a gun to sarahs head, and introduced himself as Simon. He said he was taking Sarah,.Laughing cruelly, Simon and his minions piled into their jeep, and drove off into the distance. Flash forward six years, sarah was with the bandits for three years until she escaped, the badits had raped her, of course they had that was the reason they had taken her in the first place, bastards. she spent two years living in an abandoned military facilty, where she found all heer weapons. now she kills bandits to survive
other info: currently searching for her dad. shy of people because of what the bandits did to her. a natural shot and knife thrower
ooc) sorry mordoskul for using your idea but i thought it would be ausome
I, am flattered! Hell, this is better than an event! be posting soon!
" Event?" Whiskey muttered,as she wiped the sleep from her eyes..." Oh right,we were being attacked by Raiders...sorry I dozed off for a bit...carry on" she said raising her weapon.
Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Nuh uh, my Wolf would biten off you kitteh's head with one clean swipe, and once again, I tell you, I am doing it on word!
Word is better than you'll ever be!!!!!!
Then why are you crying? Fool.
Besides, I can shut word down whenever I like; it has no power over me. All hail the mighty PC-user! All hail me! Mwaha..
As for your wolf.. "biten" ain't a word, so your point is invalid.
Besides, you've never seen a kitten high on seven varieties of drugs before. And you don't want to. Especially one with a blunt spade. I suggest you back away. Slowly.
Kais fired his bullet tinto the head of the approaching kitteh, narrowly saving his Wolf from damnation, and killing the horrible minion of the not very feared Tyrant Darko.
Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Kais fired his bullet tinto the head of the approaching kitteh, narrowly saving his Wolf from damnation, and killing the horrible minion of the not very feared Tyrant Darko.
"Simples," was all he said.
Then you turn around and see a million such kittens armed with chainsaw guns, and you shudder with fear whilst releasing the contents of your bowels.
Dark, let him do the event however he likes, if he thinks word is quicker let him, you're distracting him
Dude, chill.
Grr. I have been distracted to the point of accomplishing none of my event in the last hour. Goddamn phone, Goddamn Facebook, Goddamn Dakka, Goddamn music..
Troy was in complete chaos. Neither side willing to give up, but it was continuing to be a stalemate all the way through. Charles the Mayor had ordered all civilians into their homes, and to keep everything locked, but he had little hope it would stop the Bandits when they broke through.
Mikey had been taken by utter surprise when the Bandits attacked, but soon took arms and helped to defend the city.
He aimed down his sights, and saw a Bandit brutally hacking one of Troy’s defenders, and he fired his M9, the bullet piercing his brain, and blood running out of his head.
“Jesus,” he said quietly when he saw the body of his last victim’s victim, gigantic cuts marked all over him.
Suddenly he was taken aback when he heard the voice of Joe, and turned around to see where it was coming from.
“Help!!!” he heard him scream, as he noticed him by the gates, holding off a few Bandits with sharp blades.
“Joe!” he shouted to him, as he punched a few rounds towards the Bandits with supreme accuracy, and they slumped to the ground, dead.
Joe smiled in relief, before a bullet hit him in the leg, and another in the shoulder, and he screamed out in pain, as Mikey ran over to him, spotting the Bandits who had fired, and taking them down with ease.
He reloaded quickly before he got to the man, and picked him up quickly, and put his arm around his shoulder.
“C’mon Joe, we’re gonna make it. Come on. Stay with me, for your daughter!” Mikey assured Joe, as he began to take him back, deeper into the city, trying to get back to a hospital of some sorts. “Help me! Please! Somebody help!”
**************
Whiskey had been helping to hold off for a while now, and had just finished off a man by the bar, taking off his crown with one clean bullet, when she heard somebody nearby, and instinctively raised her rifle at the person.
“Whoah, calm down! It’s only me!” said Stix quickly, not wishing to have his life end this way, and Whiskey slowly lowered the gun.
“Sorry,” she said.
“Good, now, if you think it would be beneficial for the both of us, can I please join you, as numerous guns are better than one?”
“Sure, c’mon, I heard were having a lot of trouble near the gates. Let’s move.”
“Uh, okay.”
“I got two others with me. One named Will, another called Terrence, you’ll meet them soon enough. After this is over,” suddenly she chuckled. “If we survive.”
Then, they heard desperate shouts coming from the area of the gate.
“That sounded real bad, we have gotta help,” said Stix desperately.
“Agreed. Come on, make it quick!”
************
Okay, so Joe has been shot twice, and is in desperate need of medical assistance, and Whiskey and Stix are hurrying to the scene.
Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Uhhh I could have sworn you said you were just going out of the bar and shooting?
Crap just read it and found out you are right.
Uhhh, but is it really a big deal?
Anyway, it is a long fight, you may have been needed elsewhere
Nope...Whiskey ran out of the bar and followed several machine gun teams to the wall..she then climbed to a vantage point and opened fir on the Raiders as the stormed the gate..
Terrance and Will then joined her and started shooting as well.
All your men are currently occupied, as it is a very close fight
Preferably, I'd have them regroup and mount-up on the jeep, and do some drive-by shooting whilst crunching some bad guys underwheel. There's an RPG in the jeep as well.
And don't forget my dudes' Mossberg.
Edit: Just FYI, the rest of the men will be armed with a combination of M16A4's, M9's, Fragmentation grenades, and Thomson's Tommy Gun.
okydokey that was a confusing event nah dw shas cause i diddnt effect me you have now given me free reiiiiiign!!!!!!! mwahahahahahahaaaaaaa
(ic) Terence sees the guy fall at the gate, he slings his sniper onto its strap over his shoulder and brings up his smg, sliding down the ladder he enters the fray, short burts of smg fire decapitate those trying to get to him, even in the thick of combat he still aims for the neck and head, and he hasnt yet missed.
His short brutal path to the gate ends when he gets to the poor mans side. He lifts the man over his shoulder in a one handed firemans lift, his smg still spitting death. A group of bandits spot him and charge forwards, terrence grits his teeth as a shot smashes into his side and anouther his upper shoulder, both stopped by his jacket but still will leave massive bruises.
Then a shot clips his thigh and he gasps in pain and shock as he tumbles to the ground, he manages to stop Joe from completely rolling away with his other foot whilst trying desperatley to gun the bandits down.
Then a storm of Carbine shells and ak rounds, punch through the gunsmoke and tear into the bandits, Terrence turns his head and looks at Will, Whiskey and Stix, all giving covering fire, Terrence grits his teeth and clenchs his bowels as he gets to his feet and lifts Joe once more onto his back, the four fighters and the injured man quickly make their way to a building.
Terrence setsJoe on a table and gets his medical kit out. He quickly gets the bullet out and antiseptics the wound. On Joes leg, then the one on his shoulder. (sorry if i got the places wrong). Then he packs the wounds with Kwiki-heal and bandages them, repeating the proccess on his own leg he grimaces as he probes the wound with a pair of tweezers looking for the bullet. then he notices the hole on the back of his leg, while the others are firing through the windows, Terrence packs and antiseptics the wound and then Bandages it with the material from one of the shops cutains.
Once done he reloads his weapons mags, (all of them sniper included) and taps whiskey on the shoulder, "Ready?"
Henry walked through the ruined streets of London, his rifle held tightly in his hands. He had heard the sounds of combat taking place nearby, and was taking no chances. Stepping lightly through the rubble, he rounded the corner, his bolt-action rifle sweeping back and forth as he did so. The street was silent now, the screams and gunfire having died down. Henry entered the square, the blood-slick ground a deep red with spilled Vitae. The corpses of several bandits lay scattered around the street, and Henry knelt to examine them, turning the body of a large man face-up. The man wore a mask of utter terror, his eyes angled towards the knife wound in his forehead. It was likely that the raiders had been murdered by a rival gang, but then again, nothing had been taken, not even trophies. As Henry filled his bag with looted supplies, he could here footsteps several meters off, and he threw himself against a nearby wall, hiding himself from sight.
i completely missed that, well just say Terrance gave him a hand getting Joe in then, everything else stands, they guy doesnt need a hospital, just Terrance or Will
"I suggest we leave this place may not be safe" Delta exits the sewers with Sarah. Delta observes a figure in the distance in the area where he was earlier and stealthy advances continuing to watch him from a safe distance after spotting his rifle but he relies this is no Bandit and quickly sprints behind cover.
In the ensuing confusion,Whiskey had seen several Raiders breach a weakened area in the defensive gate and rush into the town...
She had leapt from her position atop the gates and pursued the bandits...gunning them down as she ran...
Upon dispatching the last of the Raiders,she encountered a young man...almost blowing him away...the youth had introduced himself...rather quickly...as Stixx..and offered to add his guns to Whiskeys..
Agreeing,the woman had rapidly returned to the main gates,Stixx following closely,where she retook her firing position...
Terrance eyed the new guy cautiously as he chambered a round into his riffle..his eyes drifted over to Whiskey...questioningly ...
Whiskey shrugged..." He calls himself Stixx...offered to help out here..." she said as she fired a round into the face of a Bandit climbing the walls..
Terrance nodded,sparing the young man one last glance before returning to his countdown..." 1..." Terrance said..squeezing the trigger of his weapon...
OOC:...
Ok,Terrance,Will,Whiskey and Stixx are all helping to defend the city walls...
Hearing the shot, Henry drops low, taking cover inside a ruined store. Calling out across the street, he shouts: "I don't have anything worth taking, I'm just a poor Roamer! Best be on your way, it's not worth it!" His voice subtly implying a threat. Spotting the man ducking behind cover, he shouts, "How many of you are there? Two? Three? Did you kill those Bandits? I couldn't help but notice that they weren't looted, was it personal?"
Delta jumps down but keeps his distance for safety
"I was helping someone and I have no need for Bandit treasure as I don't want stolen gear. But what brings you here traveler? Any news about the Troy battles?"
Delta moves closer realizing there is no threat
As the figure approaches, Henry raises his rifle. "Not one more step stranger. I can't take any chances, you understand. I've heard nothing of Troy, I've been in London since the Disaster. You say you killed those bandits helping a traveler, you'll forgive me if I hesitate to believe you. Charity and kindness are rare occurrences these days. Is this traveler with you now? If so, have them and any other members of your band step out now."
Delta signals Shara to revel herself while Delta raises his arms into the air
"I pose no threat to you good sir , do you have any information on the Bandits current leadership? May I ask that we meet in a safer area the Bandits might notice a missing patrol."
Henry gasps, the rifle clattering to the filthy tiles from numb fingers. He steps from the store, pushing the door open with one hand, reaching out his other in friendship. He peels off his gas mask, letting it hang by the straps from his fingers, revealing the man beneath. "Sarah...oh god, you're alive...." Tears spill freely down his cheeks as he walks forward, his arms wide in preparation for an embrace. "I thought...I thought I'd lost you, how...how did you get away?"
OOC (Wait you're that Henry?)
"I'll just let this reunion take place I'm not one to interrupt" Delta slowly backs away keeping watch for any Bandits or Raiders.
Just a reminder: Even in this corner of Dakka, all of our rules still apply. That includes being polite to one another. That also includes not trying to get around the swear words filter. PM me if you have any questions.
Manchu wrote:Just a reminder: Even in this corner of Dakka, all of our rules still apply. That includes being polite to one another. That also includes not trying to get around the swear words filter. PM me if you have any questions.
Dang, the Mods really have been putting this board under scrutiny recently.. especially threads where I'm concerned.. hmm..
Well, I'm not saying people don't like you, per se, but it seems to me that people may be getting fed up with your attitudes toward them. What can I say? Repeatedly telling people to get on with an event to which they may not be on Dakka to do at the given moment (Ever been on just to chill?) doesn't seem to be proactive to bringing about a positive image. I mean, especially when you yourself are relatively famous upon this little corner of Dakka for not giving out the goods at your own deadline, (remember the zombies thread?) it just seems to reek hypocrisy. Oh, and no one enjoys being corrected upon grammatical mistakes.
But as I said, no one dislikes you here. To dislike someone who you don't know is foolish, but to be annoyed by how people act, their potential immaturity, or even the way they need to get the last laugh in in every conversation can be much easier. Not specific to you, but y'know, the way you act online can formulate how you are seen by the general public.
ghosty wrote:Well, I'm not saying people don't like you, per se, but it seems to me that people may be getting fed up with your attitudes toward them. What can I say? Repeatedly telling people to get on with an event to which they may not be on Dakka to do at the given moment (Ever been on just to chill?) doesn't seem to be proactive to bringing about a positive image. I mean, especially when you yourself are relatively famous upon this little corner of Dakka for not giving out the goods at your own deadline, (remember the zombies thread?) it just seems to reek hypocrisy. Oh, and no one enjoys being corrected upon grammatical mistakes.
But as I said, no one dislikes you here. To dislike someone who you don't know is foolish, but to be annoyed by how people act, their potential immaturity, or even the way they need to get the last laugh in in every conversation can be much easier. Not specific to you, but y'know, the way you act online can formulate how you are seen by the general public.
I'll start with hypocrisy. My events tend to be very large; whilst this is a hinderance to the overall progress of the roleplay and something I seek to amend, it does go some way to explain the lengthy waits.
Correcting grammar? I post with 98% perfect grammar, with the occasional typo or mistake (who doesn't?) so I see no reason why anyone else should do any less, save for certain cases such as Dyslexia or not having English as a first language. People don't have to like me correcting it, they just have to learn from it.
Not really all that bothered with continuing this any further; better things to do, you understand.
Lets just stop arguing and return to the RPG or this thread may become locked. I got warned about me calling Catos something and continuing to argue could close the thread.
Offense taken. Our community is quite closely knit, and should be allowed to comment, critique and chat to people within said community. So yeah, offense taken Marta.
Pm it in future maybe?
i havnt heard enough of what you say to make any jugements but id prefer to not have to wade through arguments that dont involve me, this is a RP thread, not an arguing thread
im very sorry that your taking offense at something that was meantin the nicest possible, (if slightly tired and cranky) way
I never mean offense with my comments unless i really set out to do so and if your taking offense then it really isnt my problem, im sorry for the bluntness of what i said but as i said before, tired and cranky contributed to the Shortness of that post
Truly sorry
but can you please reserve arguments for a PM? we dont need to have threads locked because of arguments.
...Whiskey curled up in a corner and pulled her blanket over her head.
" I'm going back to sleep." she muttered..." Wake me up when something actually happens..."
Mikey sits in the opposite corner, twidling his thumbs with excitement.
edit: Dudes, chill. ghosty's totally welcome to express himself, and he did so correctly. But unless you were making a point to the wider community, you should've probably just PM'd me.
An' cheers for the respect bro. *fist respects* (if you don't know what that is.. eh.. don't worry yourself. )
(ic) a bandit walks though the door and trips over mikey and smashes his skull on the ground, Terrence calmly looks up and nods to Mikey, "Shut the door please its letting in a draft"
I'm not defending him at all Chowder, but may I raise a possible explanation? So Kais is a school kid, am I right? Guessing between the ages of 13 to 16. It means he has exams right now, GCSE, or at least SATs. Hell, I have AS levels to burn through at the moment, and it has made it difficult to contribute much in the last couple of days. I feel he could be in the same boat. Revision can start a coupla' weeks before the exam, so you can obviously take into account that he might not be being lazy, he might actually just be prioritising things that matter more at the moment. You've been young once (Probably, it's a bit hit and miss with people online) so I'm sure you're aware of the strain exams can potentially put on people...
Guys I'm real sorry that it's taking so long, I just came home, and had to do stuff, and gak happening, blah blah blah that's personal to me, but I have done some of it, about halfway with it...
... should be up tomorrow...
... and yes ghosty you are also right, I have orals coming literally within the next week, and I have all my exams around just after that...
....Whiskey jumps out of the jeep..." Screw you guys...I'm going to Troy."... 
...Bulldozer Fight? 
Goddamn phone, Goddamn Facebook, Goddamn Dakka, Goddamn music..
