The setting is post apocalyptic, the year before the planet was in WW3. During the fighting a group of what were called terrorists appeared to the world threatening to set off a virus bomb that would wipe out the worlds population if the fighting didn't stop. Instead of a cease fire the factions all began to fight in order to take control of said bomb and dominate the world. On the last day the terrorist facility was breached by both African and American forces. The surviving members of the group pressed the button and released the sinner plague on the world.
The chemical weapon did not do as it was expected and only those closest to it were killed immediately. Those outside of the kill radius succumbed to what came to be called by those few who were immune, the sinner's plague. It targeted chemicals in the brain that caused emotions and took them to the extreme. These people went insane becoming psychotic raiders, separated into a few tribes.
You are one of the few immune people in this world of maniacs. A few days ago you found a destroyed town surrounded by a hastily built wall. You find it free of raiders, instead run into other sane survivors(the other PC's). After surviving the year you are distrustful, but make an alliance of necessity. In the center you find a church still standing, you all enter for the night and find a crippled old man sitting behind the altar(me) he says "Welcome to Ghost Town"
In this RP you are a team, but also out for you own survival. I may allow one or two NPC's to be with you. You will be building your own defenses and such, right now you have a pile of rubble and a sloppily built wall. Eventually you might even become a community. I will be throwing in events every so often to make things interesting.
Name
Race
Job PreWar
Gear(keep it simple)
Bio
You each will choose you own piece of Ghost town try not to take to much. If we fill up then some of your land may be confiscated to accommodate.
Name: Merle-Len Jahoanas
Race: White/Celtic
Job: Gunsmith, odds and ends dealer
Bio: An American Arkansan, Merle was a single man of thirty getting by via selling assorted goods and trinkets and had a part time job as a gun designer. He often had dealings in military grade firearms, resulting in him being able to acquire one for the road. Merle was a traveler by heart, living in his van, with a fridge, microwave, and sink. Lack of fuel forced him to park it into a small parking building, where he has a good number of supplies for a rainy day and for sales purposes. He currently runs a shop, though some of his wares are suspicious in the nature that they aren't found in Ghost Town.
Special Skills: Gun Expertise, Mercantile
Gear: Various goods, Small hatchet, solar powered flashlight, UST-15 with a number of shells:
Not 100% sure about how this land thing is going to work but I'm interested.
Name: Dave Guardian (nickname - Dangerous Dave)
Race: Immune Human male
Job PreWar: ICT technician for I-Tek Comp Industries (generally a computer whizz with programming skills and affinity for anything electronic)
Gear: Screw driver set, baseball bat, His dads P90 rifle
Bio: Dave had been walking around for several days after his car finally packed up and was lucky to find this sanctuary. David spent the majority of the time working on his own, and although he would like to think of himself as a loner, secretly he enjoyed others people's company and liked to be alone on "his" terms rather than by force or circumstance.
Dave chose a area where a house once stood, seeing enough materials to rebuild some kind of structure.
To clarify the land thing. Ghost Town as a whole is a unified community, but it is also a survivors priority to tend to his own survival. At the moment Ghost Town has been flattened, but their are plenty of resources to build whatever you want on your plot, whether you make your home into a fortress, a shop, or farm. Almost anything goes with it.
oh don't worry Kasrkai my RP will be going up after blood moon, as to catch all the homeless RPGers it still has a ways to go, I mean, this was shaping in my mind at the age of 9, it can wait
about the plot...can you say...Neptunianfishmenandahelluvalotofgunsandarmor?
Name: Henry Chetri Race: Half-Amarican-Half-Nepeli (just like me! Weird huh?) Job PreWar: US CT operative. Gear: A80, Colt New Service, a 'kit' containing his most precious stuff. Bio: when he was deployed in command of a small group of Counter-Terrorist troops in india, he was responsible for the capturing and mass execution of the Christian radicalist NLFT terrorists (india) in the field. he regrets not a single thing of that mission, he cut out the leader's tongue and pickled it in a jar which he keeps in his 'Kit' to remind him that there are still horrible people out there. when he got back his superiors let the event slide. and he left the CT unit a few years before the outbreak of WWIII. he lives in a well kept two-story house and basement with his dog: Sandy, (same name as my most recent dog! Weird, huh?) he has a offroad vehicle modified with armor plates in the garage.
Remember you just started building stuff in Ghost Town previously it was leveled nothing standing except the church. You can have the truck as of now you have no gas, ok. For sake of fairness.
You have plenty of building materials, scavenged from the wrecked buildings that used to be their. The area around Ghost Town will come into more detail as the events start coming in.
Name:jason blythe
Race:white
Job PreWar: high school/educational prison
Gear:-katana.
-combat knife,hollow hilt.
- -s&w- m&p15 performance center (5.56mm)
- taurus judge (410 ga) revolver.
-browning silver hunter shotgun (20ga)
Bio: a computer and video game nerd who didnt get out much.he spent years building up hate at his fa mily for several reasons. he was happy when it all happened,so happy he killed his family with his katana and fled to the nearest weapons store were took sevral fire arms. he then went around just surviving until he found ghost town.
lord commissar klimino wrote:Name:jason blythe Race:white Job PreWar: high school/educational prison Gear:(to be posted soon) Bio: a computer and video game nerd who didnt get out much. he was happy when it all happened,so happy he killed his family and fled to the nearest weapons store. he then went around just surviving until he found ghost town.(might add more.)
lord commissar klimino wrote:Name:jason blythe
Race:white
Job PreWar: high school/educational prison
Gear:(to be posted soon)
Bio: a computer and video game nerd who didnt get out much. he was happy when it all happened,so happy he killed his family and fled to the nearest weapons store. he then went around just surviving until he found ghost town.(might add more.)
WTF? creep...
its ME. i thought id made it clear i dont like my family....
lord commissar klimino wrote:Name:jason blythe
Race:white
Job PreWar: high school/educational prison
Gear:(to be posted soon)
Bio: a computer and video game nerd who didnt get out much. he was happy when it all happened,so happy he killed his family and fled to the nearest weapons store. he then went around just surviving until he found ghost town.(might add more.)
WTF? creep...
its ME. i thought id made it clear i dont like my family....
did you like the high school/prison part though
There's being a cool modern teen, then there's that.
i was planning on having a fairly large arsenal, but full auto weapons they do not sell fully automatic at weapons shops LCK...I have one because i am a former CT
if you can add weapons I might as well add two more.
ineptus astartes wrote:i was planning on having a fairly large arsenal, but full auto weapons they do not sell fully automatic at weapons shops LCK...I have one because i am a former CT
if you can add weapons I might as well add two more.
acturaly i know from stuff that you can but full auto weapons and some stores do carry them in the back. go reality TV! and yes,normally id never be able to get them,but this is the Apocalypse,there dad of recently murdered,so im good.
of course i dont think places like wal mart or academy carries them. just a few small ones that are few and far between.
@kasrkai: i think we should have full auto. i mean nothing too fancy,just the standard ones stores would carry.like AKs and M1A1s or whatever its is now...dang,my gun knowledge has goten rusty
lord commissar klimino wrote:@ indeptus: right back at you.
@kasrkai: i think we should have full auto. i mean nothing too fancy,just the standard ones stores would carry.like AKs and M1A1s or whatever its is now...dang,my gun knowledge has goten rusty
M1 has only a semi-auto civilian variant. Automatic weapons are highly regulated, so an AK is probably gonna have some "modifications". AKA A much smaller caliber.
lord commissar klimino wrote:@ indeptus: right back at you.
@kasrkai: i think we should have full auto. i mean nothing too fancy,just the standard ones stores would carry.like AKs and M1A1s or whatever its is now...dang,my gun knowledge has goten rusty
M1 has only a semi-auto civilian variant. Automatic weapons are highly regulated, so an AK is probably gonna have some "modifications". AKA A much smaller caliber.
A) i said i might be wrong on its name,i mean a full auto version.
B)AKs suck anyways. and if you have the right paper work/everyone is dead ou can get lots of full auto guns.well,if you have the money.
lord commissar klimino wrote:@ indeptus: right back at you.
@kasrkai: i think we should have full auto. i mean nothing too fancy,just the standard ones stores would carry.like AKs and M1A1s or whatever its is now...dang,my gun knowledge has goten rusty
M1 has only a semi-auto civilian variant. Automatic weapons are highly regulated, so an AK is probably gonna have some "modifications". AKA A much smaller caliber.
A) i said i might be wrong on its name,i mean a full auto version.
B)AKs suck anyways. and if you have the right paper work/everyone is dead ou can get lots of full auto guns.well,if you have the money.
M16, M1, and M4 only have small caliber semi-auto for civilians.
The average AK, be it 47, 74, 101, or 110, are incredibly durable, reliable, they don't have a lot of kick, and they are very accurate. A lot of Professionals agree that it may very well be the best in the world.
an AK47 can rip up a man pretty good, while a sophisticated tungsten AP shot would burn a hole through him, it takes almost 5 shots to get down normal people with those.
Name: Sam miller
Race: White
Job PreWar: Gun shop owner/ guard
Gear: AA-12 shotgun, 9mm pistol and 2 tear-gas grenade
Bio: He lives near the enterance of the settlement with his wife and 2 kids. He warns the settlers when a threat is near by.
Name:jason blythe
Race:white
Job PreWar: high school/educational prison
Gear:-katana.
-combat knife,hollow hilt.
- -s&w- m&p15 performance center (5.56mm)
- taurus judge (410 ga) revolver.
-browning silver hunter shotgun (20ga)
Bio: a computer and video game nerd who didnt get out much.he spent years building up hate at his fa mily for several reasons. he was happy when it all happened,so happy he killed his family with his katana and fled to the nearest weapons store were took sevral fire arms. he then went around just surviving until he found ghost town.
Name: Jacob "Ryder" Daniels
Race: African American
Job PreWar: Drug stealer/Hustler
Gear(keep it simple) : 5 lbs of Cocaine
2 Ounces of Pot
Machete
Tactical Shotgun
Bio :Jacob "Ryder" Daniels lived life on the edge, he out smarted and ripped off numerous drug dealers.
lord commissar klimino wrote: it goes against there religion to do that!
Bahaha good one. You were joking right?
no. ive read and heard the bible. it goes against the bible to comment those kinds of acts. and i barely even care for that stuff and i still know its wrong.
This is my last off topic about christianity. You couldn't of read the bible. God himself kills about 2,400,400. Christians crusaded on the "holy land" because of the bible. etc
Toastedandy wrote:This is my last off topic about christianity. You couldn't of read the bible. God himself kills about 2,400,400. Christians crusaded on the "holy land" because of the bible. etc
my last bit: i have. and that was the flood really. by then we deserved it in his eyes. and the templars were acting against the bible. its one thing to try to destroy the army of a fake god,its another thing to kill there kids and women and rape and pillage them.
well they go against there own religion. heck,im pretty sure all religious terrorist go against there religion so i guess any religion can do it....fethers. anyways,we still need to know were da gate is!
never said i was a strong believer,just that i cared.i cant see how some things happen without a god so there for it must have some truth. and thats as far as i really go....
Sam's house is split as he said he basically watched out for any enemy so I made it around the gate. Your land doesn't have to just be your house you can do what you want with it.
Also being near the doors matters little at this point as the wall isn't that high or built that well.
how large is territory? when you say church do you mean like those silly little brick places or the neat cathedrals, and does the churches sidewalks and yards count?
ineptus astartes wrote:how large is territory? when you say church do you mean like those silly little brick places or the neat cathedrals, and does the churches sidewalks and yards count?
like, how many ft per inch?
Picture a small town church, and yes the yard counts. And I'm not sure about the scale perhaps 200 ft per inch. As of now there is plenty of room to expand between events.
I've decided to only have replies to events posted, and then for the time in between people will PM me their actions whether it is building or backstabbing. Then some of those will affect the events.
ineptus astartes wrote:how large is territory? when you say church do you mean like those silly little brick places or the neat cathedrals, and does the churches sidewalks and yards count?
like, how many ft per inch?
Picture a small town church, and yes the yard counts. And I'm not sure about the scale perhaps 200 ft per inch. As of now there is plenty of room to expand between events.
I've decided to only have replies to events posted, and then for the time in between people will PM me their actions whether it is building or backstabbing. Then some of those will affect the events.
Gear(keep it simple): His great grandpa's scythe blade (the handle rotted out long ago and the blade itself is rusty) and a Mosin-Nagant Model 1891/31(has a scope) with a small box of ammunition.
Bio: Johann Grimm grew up in a small town with his parents and great grandfather. He remembers losing his parents to a fire when he was around ten years old, leaving his great grandpa to care for him. After the plague began his great grandpa died and Johann left home with nothing more than a backpack full of food and the family heirloom, a scythe that has been in his family for over a hundred years,and an old WW2 russian sniper rifle.
There, ill try my hand at RPing again. First off, I don't want to hear any crap about the scythe, my great grandpa actually does have a scythe that has been in the family for a few hundred years and is not in the best state of repair. Second, finally got my computer to work semi-right so i'll try my best to keep up.
Gear(keep it simple): His great grandpa's scythe blade (the handle rotted out long ago and the blade itself is rusty) and a Mosin-Nagant Model 1891/31(has a scope) with a small box of ammunition.
Bio: Johann Grimm grew up in a small town with his parents and great grandfather. He remembers losing his parents to a fire when he was around ten years old, leaving his great grandpa to care for him. After the plague began his great grandpa died and Johann left home with nothing more than a backpack full of food and the family heirloom, a scythe that has been in his family for over a hundred years,and an old WW2 russian sniper rifle.
There, ill try my hand at RPing again. First off, I don't want to hear any crap about the scythe, my great grandpa actually does have a scythe that has been in the family for a few hundred years and is not in the best state of repair. Second, finally got my computer to work semi-right so i'll try my best to keep up.
Now just pick out a plot of land. Try to keep it close to the size of the others for now.
Gear(keep it simple): His great grandpa's scythe blade (the handle rotted out long ago and the blade itself is rusty) and a Mosin-Nagant Model 1891/31(has a scope) with a small box of ammunition.
Bio: Johann Grimm grew up in a small town with his parents and great grandfather. He remembers losing his parents to a fire when he was around ten years old, leaving his great grandpa to care for him. After the plague began his great grandpa died and Johann left home with nothing more than a backpack full of food and the family heirloom, a scythe that has been in his family for over a hundred years,and an old WW2 russian sniper rifle.
There, ill try my hand at RPing again. First off, I don't want to hear any crap about the scythe, my great grandpa actually does have a scythe that has been in the family for a few hundred years and is not in the best state of repair. Second, finally got my computer to work semi-right so i'll try my best to keep up.
Now just pick out a plot of land. Try to keep it close to the size of the others for now.
Errm how do I pick my land?/ Can I just use a wrecked bus in an alley somewhere? Preferably someplace where I can dig a bunker (anyone who has seen the movie RED knows what I mean).
hmm...I am not a fan of the PM system, I prefer the 'when I event, please tell me what you want to do via PM' and do normal RPing the rest of the time.
doing the 'PM only' system leaves RPGs a bit soulless.
Gear(keep it simple): His great grandpa's scythe blade (the handle rotted out long ago and the blade itself is rusty) and a Mosin-Nagant Model 1891/31(has a scope) with a small box of ammunition.
Bio: Johann Grimm grew up in a small town with his parents and great grandfather. He remembers losing his parents to a fire when he was around ten years old, leaving his great grandpa to care for him. After the plague began his great grandpa died and Johann left home with nothing more than a backpack full of food and the family heirloom, a scythe that has been in his family for over a hundred years,and an old WW2 russian sniper rifle.
There, ill try my hand at RPing again. First off, I don't want to hear any crap about the scythe, my great grandpa actually does have a scythe that has been in the family for a few hundred years and is not in the best state of repair. Second, finally got my computer to work semi-right so i'll try my best to keep up.
Now just pick out a plot of land. Try to keep it close to the size of the others for now.
Errm how do I pick my land?/ Can I just use a wrecked bus in an alley somewhere? Preferably someplace where I can dig a bunker (anyone who has seen the movie RED knows what I mean).
Edit the previous map then post it back up. I'm afraid there is no bus's or buildings, but you have time to build a small shack before the game starts. As it progresses you can do whatever you want with the land.
ineptus astartes wrote:hmm...I am not a fan of the PM system, I prefer the 'when I event, please tell me what you want to do via PM' and do normal RPing the rest of the time.
doing the 'PM only' system leaves RPGs a bit soulless.
It won't be PM only, I will put out events, but also leave time in between for each of you to PM me expansions or plans. So it's a mix
technacly I live in what amounts to a broken bus. it is a large offroad vehical with no gas, and 5 rows of back seats torn out to provide ballistics shelter and making a bed. he keeps a minifridge here along with about a dozen inverters that he recharges whenever he can. he has his stuff, blankets, pillows and other stuff make a 'living room' with the trunk partially open to the insides of the vehical where he can use it as a gun platform, and his ammo he keeps in the places under the seat, inside the mechanisms, anywhere they fit, his New Service Revolver (family airloom from WWI) is kept in the glove compartmen, or in a holster, and he always carries at least 4 moon clips and a fully loaded revolver wherever he goes.
the idea with the weapon is that, it being a 45, can kill easily, while being a century year old design and family airloom, he is a deadshot.
refrigerator contents: (he has a propane camping stove as well, along with a microwave and oven bolted to the walls near the fridge and a large water jug, like those you se in conventions with the upside down drums and several drums as well:
ineptus astartes
We could trade things you trade food i give discounts of free ammo or mabye a free gun of your choice (that you will have in a gun store)
I don't feel like listing all my crap. Mostly food and ammos, along with various other things: Clothes, knives, small kits, batteries, spare parts, the works. Anything I could sell.
In other news, I love this song, it is now my theme:
Name: Jacob "Ryder" Daniels
Race: African American
Job PreWar: Drug stealer/Hustler
Gear(keep it simple) :
5 lbs of Cocaine
2 Ounces of Pot
Machete
Tactical Shotgun
Bio :Jacob "Ryder" Daniels was born in Baltimore in 1986. He worked for the Barksdale family, selling drugs out of
the low-rise projects, known as 'the pit'. Jacob shortly became the Barksdale's main soldier, "cleaning up"
any wanna be drug pushers and witnesses. Jacob was involved in the riots that occured shortly after the outbreak
of the virus. He defended the Barksdale's property from the oppurtunistic junkies and rival gangs. He soon realised
that he had been abandoned along with the entire stash of drugs stored in the projects. He packed up as much as he could
carry and opened the doors to the swirling madness on the streets.
He stole one of Barksdale's drug mules for transport.
Stuff:
Dashboard: Rolling supplies, lighter, 9mm gun
Passenger seat: Empty
Back seats: Seats removed for storage. Big bags of drugs. Ammo boxes X5
Rear canopy: Sleeping bag, mattress, light, box of flares, ammo boxes X2
Trasport:pajero
glove compartment: 9mm pistol, dry meals for me and wife and hunting knife
Dash board: Bobble head
Back seat: M4 assault rifle
boot: Two days worth of food for the kids
ineptus astartes we got a deal food for weapons,ammo and aromour.
Okay first event, sorry it took a bit was painting some new models.
After the initial discovery of Ghost Town and the group decided it would be in their best interest to stick together for now. Although it was hard not to be suspicious they divided up some of the land between them and began to build what would be their home. It wasn't long however, before word spread that the old man wanted to speak with them about something important. So the survivors made their way to the church.
Still where they had left him, was the old cripple. It was still questionable how the man continued to live in his state, both his legs had been smashed with what must have been sledgehammers, and a broken pipe of the church organ stuck out of his chest. Initially the group had tried to remove him from the thing, but he explained the effort would kill him. He breathed into life as the group finally arrived. In his withered voice he greeted them.
"Hello. I assume you had the time to begin making yourselves comfortable. There are things you have to know about the town, that I think will help out. Before the real effects of the Sinner's Plague set in we had time to start building up some defenses from those who already went crazy. First as you've seen was the wall, with the time we had we couldn't do much for it, but some of you could work on what we started. The biggest problem with it is we couldn't surround the entire town, on the west side there is a hole that needs to be finished. Another thing is we had a perimeter alarm set, unfortunately it got cut by those savages and would need to be fixed. They cut the generator for it. It was in a shack south of the city that we thought we had hid better. Unfortunately they found it and before the alarms can activate it needs to be fixed. Last is the sirens we have around the town, they act as both the voice of the alarms and you can talk through them from the church too. The system's in the attic, that has to be turned on as soon as the power goes up." He coughed up a bit of blood on his shirt, before speaking again. "I can also tell someone a little more about the town if any would like to stay."
You need to decide who helps do which assignment. This is Part 1 of the event what happens next depends on what you guys do.
Nicholas wrote:Okay first event, sorry it took a bit was painting some new models.
After the initial discovery of Ghost Town and the group decided it would be in their best interest to stick together for now. Although it was hard not to be suspicious they divided up some of the land between them and began to build what would be their home. It wasn't long however, before word spread that the old man wanted to speak with them about something important. So the survivors made their way to the church.
Still where they had left him, was the old cripple. It was still questionable how the man continued to live in his state, both his legs had been smashed with what must have been sledgehammers, and a broken pipe of the church organ stuck out of his chest. Initially the group had tried to remove him from the thing, but he explained the effort would kill him. He breathed into life as the group finally arrived. In his withered voice he greeted them.
"Hello. I assume you had the time to begin making yourselves comfortable. There are things you have to know about the town, that I think will help out. Before the real effects of the Sinner's Plague set in we had time to start building up some defenses from those who already went crazy. First as you've seen was the wall, with the time we had we couldn't do much for it, but some of you could work on what we started. The biggest problem with it is we couldn't surround the entire town, on the west side there is a hole that needs to be finished. Another thing is we had a perimeter alarm set, unfortunately it got cut by those savages and would need to be fixed. They cut the generator for it. It was in a shack south of the city that we thought we had hid better. Unfortunately they found it and before the alarms can activate it needs to be fixed. Last is the sirens we have around the town, they act as both the voice of the alarms and you can talk through them from the church too. The system's in the attic, that has to be turned on as soon as the power goes up." He coughed up a bit of blood on his shirt, before speaking again. "I can also tell someone a little more about the town if any would like to stay."
You need to decide who helps do which assignment. This is Part 1 of the event what happens next depends on what you guys do.
Explain how this works do we speak to eachother or just say who does what.
Henry raised his hand, “I’ll go get the alarm system out of town fixed.” He walked toward the door of the church punctually, “If anyone wants to help me, feel free, but we need at least one person on every thing, I’ll be at getting ready.”
Walking outside, Henry made the short walk back to the SUV that was serving as his home, entering, he began rummaging trough his supplies, and when he had gathered his gear, strapping on his revolver and putting two full moon clips in his belt-container, along with an extra magazine for his SA-80, and sheathing his Bowie knife, he strolled outside.
"Hey henry wait ill come with you. Some one has to watch your back." Said Sam he opened his car door and pulled out his m4 and 4 clips.
"Whos car should we take mine or yours?" Asked Sam.
Glancing at the man, Henry pointed at the SUV. “Neither of us has fuel it seems, it looks like this is a foot mission.” Grabbing a needle of morphine, he locked his SUV’s door, “Lets go”
"I don't know gak 'bout 'larms, so I'll see if I can fix up that wall" said Ryder, stretching his arms.
Ryder reached into his back pocket and pulled out a tightly rolled blunt. He flicked his zippo open and took a long drag. He pointed at the various weapons laying bout.
"I'll be needing another one of those guns though" he said, through a thick cloud of smoke.
Merle scratched his head for a moment, then pulled up his bag. "Suppose while you guys are fixing the security, I'll see what I can do about the generator. I'm sure I've got some spare parts that could help." He looked in his bag, pulled out some shells, and pocketed them. "Any body who can use a computer should probably come along. I imagine a computer's what keeps it running". He pulled up his bag and strapped it to his back. He pulled out a roll of scotch tape, and used it to tape his flash light to the top of his shotgun, using nearly half of it to do so.
Sam's wife and kids ran out "Daddy where are you going?" asked his son.
"Daddy is going to help this nice man you help mammy run the shop." Replied Sam
His children started to cry and beg him not to go so did his wife. "I have to go otherwise this man might die i must help him i love you honey and you two behave for your mam." Sam told them.
It was a fairly uneventful walk through the woods to the alarms just outside of the town, they had completed most of the fixings within a few muinits, and were working on the second to last one. “Man, something really attacked this thing” said Sam, as he tried to pull the beat-up machine from the dirt. “No use, its been busted, utterly destroyed” said Henry, pointing to the internals, which were mangled beyond repair. “looks like some creature did this.” He said. “Or a nutcase” said Sam,
“Lets see if we can bring this-” a twig snapped in the forest. “don’t let your guard down” muttered Henry, as he scanned the shrubs.
"Hey wait ive got some tear-gas let me throw it in and we will find out what it is." Said Sam
"No we dont Know who or what it is or how it will react." Replied Henry scanning the bush.
"Anything?" Asked Sam
"Well what ever was there is gone now." Replied Henry
Dave didn't say a word, merely nodding at the man named Merle and got up from his spot to follow him. He had everything he owned on his back in his small rucksack, carrying his P90 at midpoint in his right hand
Johann wiped sweat off his forehead. He had decided to stay and fix the wall and had been at it since the group had left to start the generator. Progress had not been the best. First, most of the nails Johann had found were rusted or bent, then he had trouble finding a hammer so he had to settle for a chunk of concrete, which was starting to fray the material of his gloves. *this is gonna be a long day* he thought glumly, as he moved his trusty rifle out of the way.
Merle nodded back to Dave as they made their way. They passed into an alleyway that gave entrance to tall apartment. Hopefully they could reach the top and get a good look at things before they made their way to the sub-station. He switched on his light, and pointed his STG as he kicked open a rusty door, dust and dirt kicking up, and metal groaned in protest. The entrance was a large office with a desk. The desk had several computers on it, along with stacks of rotting paper. Merle turned to the right where he noticed a cheap stair-well leading up. He nodded to Dave: "You first, man."
Kasrkai wrote:Kinky simply refers to being... exotic.
I think you mean erotic. Exotic sex is with foreigners or something?
Ryder worked hard in the baking sun. Dropping concrete blocks upon each other, trying to make some form of barrier. He found some re-bar in a disused hardware supplier, but not much else bar a few tonne weight bags of sand. He set them up along the inside, pointing towards the top of the wall. Some bloke called Johann was working further along the wall. He looked like a fool, using a chunk of concrete as a hammer.
"HEY YO! Johann" yelled Jacob, waving his arm to get his attention. "You need a hammer bro?"
Kasrkai wrote:Merle nodded back to Dave as they made their way. They passed into an alleyway that gave entrance to tall apartment. Hopefully they could reach the top and get a good look at things before they made their way to the sub-station. He switched on his light, and pointed his STG as he kicked open a rusty door, dust and dirt kicking up, and metal groaned in protest. The entrance was a large office with a desk. The desk had several computers on it, along with stacks of rotting paper. Merle turned to the right where he noticed a cheap stair-well leading up. He nodded to Dave: "You first, man."
All you have to do is go to the attic of the church.
Johann's head snapped up when he heard his name, looking around he realised one of the others had offered a hammer. Johann meekly walked over to the guy,*Ryder i think* he thought.
jason walked out and grabbed some material. "lets make a wall,starting with my wall." taking the material over to his house,he started to build up the city wall that was around his house.
Walking back into the compound and carrying the large alarm system between them, Sam and Mark struggled down the street with the noontide sun beating down on them “Jeezus Christ it’s hot” muttered Mark, as the ten foot long apparatus was dropped in the road halfway to the church, “lets see if we can rig up some sort of lift, nobody can work on a 1000 pound piece of metal lying in the road.” Said Mark.
Sam sat down and took a drink of water, “Lets give it a rest.” He panted.
“Sure,” said Mark.
“I’m gonna go find that computer geek and tell him about this” said Sam, pointing at the piece of wiring and metal.
“good luck with that, I’m going looting.” Said Mark and began to pick his way through the rubble in the general direction of Ryder and Johann .
Kasrkai wrote:Merle nodded back to Dave as they made their way. They passed into an alleyway that gave entrance to tall apartment. Hopefully they could reach the top and get a good look at things before they made their way to the sub-station. He switched on his light, and pointed his STG as he kicked open a rusty door, dust and dirt kicking up, and metal groaned in protest. The entrance was a large office with a desk. The desk had several computers on it, along with stacks of rotting paper. Merle turned to the right where he noticed a cheap stair-well leading up. He nodded to Dave: "You first, man."
All you have to do is go to the attic of the church.
Johann took the hammer. "Thanks." he muttered and he went back the section of wall he had been working on. He dug a small hole,picked up a six foot board that he had scrounged up, and set it long way up into the hole. He repeated this process a few times at regular intervals.Then he went on the opposite side and proceded to nail planks to the upright boards. More than once he clumsily hit his fingers which resulted in a string of loud curses.
Strolling through the wreckage, Mark every now and then would place an item into his bag. a toolkit, a bit of metal.
Before he had reached his SUV, he had found a small convenience store still standing. It was well stocked.
“Well, what have we here?” he asked himself jovially. Quickly reaching into his looting sack he produced a can of spray paint and a toolkit and jot to work. Tearing out the sign on top was easy, then affixing a blank wooden board to the empty spot, he spray painted the words “MARK’S, DO NOT ENTER…UNLESS YOU ARE MARK” he noted that while the glass was smashed, the frame was still there, so he began nailing boards till he got to about head height, then he nailed several dressers to it, making a gate into his ‘fortress’ when he had confirmed that it was not weak in any way, he entered the store, took a padlock off of the shelf and locked it with several lengths of chain.
lord commissar klimino wrote:jason walked out and grabbed some material. "lets make a wall,starting with my wall." taking the material over to his house,he started to build up the city wall that was around his house.
(erm,yeah...not much to go on...)
Sorry about not being much yet, it will progress as soon as the other objectives are finished.
ineptus astartes wrote:
Strolling through the wreckage, Mark every now and then would place an item into his bag. a toolkit, a bit of metal.
Before he had reached his SUV, he had found a small convenience store still standing. It was well stocked.
“Well, what have we here?” he asked himself jovially. Quickly reaching into his looting sack he produced a can of spray paint and a toolkit and jot to work. Tearing out the sign on top was easy, then affixing a blank wooden board to the empty spot, he spray painted the words “MARK’S, DO NOT ENTER…UNLESS YOU ARE MARK” he noted that while the glass was smashed, the frame was still there, so he began nailing boards till he got to about head height, then he nailed several dressers to it, making a gate into his ‘fortress’ when he had confirmed that it was not weak in any way, he entered the store, took a padlock off of the shelf and locked it with several lengths of chain.
None of the building are still standing except the church.
ineptus astartes wrote:well...I found a food supply.
EDIT
ok then what? partially collapsed?
majorly collapsed, their is the occasional wall remaining of some buildings. I'm making it so you actually have to build the place not convienently find things.
Sam's family came running out and give him a hug. "I’m glad your back."Said Sam’s with.
"Im glad am back. Hey Mark I’ll give you a gift a FN SCAR with two clips." Said Sam throwing the rifle
"thanks" Mark replied
Sam walked into his gun store and saw a raider picking up some of his guns.
"HEY YOU A***HOLE TIME TO DIE!" Sam yelled holding the trigger of his M4 in 30 rounds pierced the raiders body his blood spraying all other the walls. Sam let go of the trigger when he heard the click of the empty clip, He walked over to the raider and searched him. The dead raider had a bottle of water, a bag of sweats and what looked like a small bag of white powder. Jacob ran in
“What the hell happened here?” Asked Jacob. Sam looked up
“Raider. Do you know what this stuff is?” Said Sam passing Jacob the little bag of powder
“Hey this is Cocaine and some good s**t” Replied Jacob
“Destroy it now” Said Sam. But Jacob already left. Sam got rid of the body and went back to running his store.
*Quite a nice fence if I do say so myself* Johann thought to himself. Suddenly he realised he had fenced himself out.*And I built it from the outside, dangit* With a sigh he started around to one of the other gaps in the wall.
"Today is not my day", he muttered as he slipped back into the town.
When he had finished laying the last cinderblocks and rubble for a wall around his house, mark set the SCAR that Sam had given him on his SUV’s roof, stripped both magazines, cut the top off of one of them, stuck a screwdriver into the blowback hatch and broke it, then he fitted the shells into a disintegrating ammo belt he had discovered a few days ago, and cut a hole in an empty coffee can. Placing the rounds inside and layered on each other, he then nailed a pair of carseat buckles to the SCAR and the can respectively, seizing the three rounds out of the cup on the belt, he pushed them into the top of the cut off mag, then clicked the whole ensemble into the SCAR. He now had the equivalent of a SAW, shouldering the weapon, Mark took an acetylene torch that had been found in the ruins of a hardware store on his walk home, and used it to temper a razor sharp crescent of steel to a large wooden baseball bat. Taking the impromptu axe, he set off to the woods surrounding the town.
Johann looked up at the sky, muttering curses at the sun. *Well now I need shelter*
Looking around he found many loose bricks lying on the ground.Walking over to them he picked them up one by one untill he had about five in is arms then carried them over to the fence. He lined the first brick up with one of the upright planks and continued untill he had a space large enough for him to sleep in and keep his possessions in. Then he started to build up the walls.
Sam saw Mark walk back in the settlement with some new things a baseball bat with some sharp metal on it and what looked like the scar Sam give him but improved
"Hey mark come here. What you done with that SCAR?” Sam asked
“My Squad Automatic Weapon 60 round in a clip now.” Replied Mark
Sam stood shocked with amazement.
“Mark here is a offer I have never made before I could use a man like you to help maintain weapons, customize them and protect the shop. I will pay you ammo and armour. Do you have shelter I have a empty room if you would like to use it. So what do you say?” Said Sam.
"well..." said Mark. "I'd take the job, but I am gonna make my own house, with this." he said, poinitg to his axe. "See ya in a bit," he said, walking off down to the woods.
Mark had been working on this for a while. 6 trees were felled around him. It had mainly been lucky he had found that circular saw someone was using to prop up the walls. He had replaced it with some bricks, and had cut down a decent amount of trees before the battery went. He was finishing up his 7th now. When that was down, it took him 15 minutes to do the eighth. By the time he was done, it was 2:00 in the afternoon and he had felled a full twenty trees.
“How do I get them back?” he asked himself. Suddenly, he got an idea. running back into the city. He found what he was looking for, a massive cart that was strapped onto a truck. Breaking the links with a convenient motercycle. He dumped the motercycle onto the thing and began to push it out of the city.
When he got back to his logs, he pent half an hour lifting them to his cart. Then, he dashed back into the city, grabbed some chains ar rope, fastened them to the thing, and pulled. It was 3:00 by the time he entered the town, when he got to within 100 yards of his plot he stopped, and rested for about 15 minits. Shoving all the logs off of the cart, he rolled them one by one into his terreritory. It was 4:00 when he was done. Taking axe in hand he began to build the foundations.
Sam walked out and saw only one person Mark he was building his home. Sam Walked over
“You want a hand there, I can be of some use tell me what to do and I’ll do it.” Sam said to mark
Dave and Merle went up slowly up the creeking stairs to the attic of the church, everything seemed to be a misty grey colour as light streaked in through the cracks strewn throughout the roofing as dust floated around them. Through the dim light Dave could just about make out the makeshift generator and controller, the whole thing looked like it had been made hastily without much consideration for it working long term.
As he stepped in through the doorway he hesitated and looked back, checking to see that Merle was still behind him. He was, giving a look of "why the hell are you stopping" as Dave turned back and gingerly walked across the attic space to the generator, his eyes cast downwards to ensure he didn't step on a loose board.
Reaching the Generator, Merle unpacked his gear and started inspected the gearing and mechanics while Dave pulled open the makeshift control panel and began to repair the wiring that had become loose from a mishap of bad wiring.
It took well over an hour for them both to repair the generator, for the most part Merle stood patiently having already finished his task as Dave finally closed the panel. "Let's fire him up" Dave said.
After several false starts the generator finally spluttered into life and remained on this time.
“Sure, that’t be great.” Said Mark, “All I need is the battery for a circular saw, do have one?” he said, as he split the first log into half, and laid it down, then layng a second on top of that, while nailgunning them in, and melting the nails with the blowtorch.
As soon as the generator fired up the perimeter alarms were activated. They started wailing almost immediately. Inside the church the old man said, "They're coming,"
The survivors fixing the wall could see torches in the woods beyond. They were coming towards them fast. They would be here before the others could make it to the west side of the wall, and there was a lot of them. Soon the barbaric cries were heard along with insane laughter.
"Your lucky i have one left ill go get it." Sam Replied he went back to his shop and grabbed the battery and took it back to Mark.
"Thanks sam" Replied mark
The sirens started wailing, and cackaling could be heard. “Oh, gak!” Yelled Mark, and ran for his wepons.
Not waiting for Sam, he rushed to his vehicle and began piling the logs around it until it made a box, shape barricade, he then tore off down the street to the church and racked the slide on his homemade SAW. Running to the large double doors, he hollered up “THEY ARE FETHING BACK!”
Sam ran to his family locked the door then went to his shop and grabbed a AA-12, AK-47SU and a 9mm. He went to the roof and set up attaching a scope on his AK-47SU if all fails he would set up the 30-cal mounted turret and hose them down for now he waited.
He saw the scum running to the wall. With care Sam aimed for the head and heart to make them stay down the first kill was a bezerker carrying two axes his brain splatted all over the other raiders. Their sick laughter entered the deepest areas of Sam's soul. Sam hit the the trigger for singleshot to full-auto shreading the sick, twisted creatures to blood soaked corpses.
Dave turned around, looking in the direction of the siren, he thought it was a automatic response to the power being switched back on, a bit like a burlger alarm when you mess with its power supply. descending the stairs slowly, he soon realised it wasn't a false alarm when he saw and heard the fellow survivors running around preparing for an attack.
Checking his gun for ammo instinctively he ran out the building, following the others who were already far ahead of him.
jasson dropped his tools when he saw the flames "feth." running into his house,e grabbed his rifle (im dropping the shotgun and knife,bu will get them later) and made sure it was loaded. he then slowly aimed out his window and aimed at the on coming enemies. as soon as they got close he unleashed his fire,shooting fo the closest target and taking time to aim his shots. "feth,how many are th-whoa!" he said as a shot flew past his ear. ducking for cover he bit his lip and pulled out his judge. he quickly stood up and fired at a person who was closer than he wanted. ducking back down,he mumbled "if i had any worse luck id have a bullet in me."
Sprinting up the stairs of the curch, mark got in the belltower and seght his sights on his home. Several raiders were there. Raising the SAW he let of a burst of shots, three raiders dropped, byt two more hightailed it. Scrambling down the stairs again, he ran full tilt back to his house, and when he gort there, dove into his SUV just behind the Raiders. Slamming the metal sheets over the widows he lay back as the insane rioter pounded on the car with their fists. Opening a small hatch in the floor, Mark dropped down onto the dirt below his car, reaching up again, he grabbed two bottles of vodka and stuck a rag in each. Then, he turned the rags upside down and shoved them on oppeiset sides of the car. A quick blast from the torch ignited them, the horrible screams of men being burnt alive greeted his ears as he crawled out from under the car. He absentmidely drew his bowi Knife and flung stabbed a torched lunaticin the eye. He then tuned his attention to another, swinging a shotgun in his direction and put a colt round in the mans groin. He walked over, grabbed the shotgun and retired to his armored SUV for the night
Merle checked his gun. Twelve shells in the tubes, six buckshots and six slugs, and twenty more in his picket. He probably had a dozen or more in his bag, but he wouldn't have time for that. As Mark flew down the stairs, he ascended the stairs to the bell-tower. He reached the top, and hit the deck as a strew of bullets landed across the tower, one grazing his shoulder, sending a streak of burning pain through his body. He ignored it, flipping the under switch for the top tube. Slugs. He leaned over the rotting railing, and took aim. The raiders were pretty much every where, but they were thick around the west wall. He saw several holding it out, and doing it well. He helped out, pumping his shotgun as he took aim. A smarter raider had snuck around, over the wall. Merle pulled the trigger, the raiders entire right shoulder, and part of his head, turned to mulch. Merle reeled slightly. He thought crazy gak like that only happened in movies and games. Either way, he kept firing, dropping three more, missing twice. He flipped the switch to the under tube, as he climbed down the ladder to the stair well.
Johann heard the cries of the approaching enemies and after tucking the hammer in his belt, whipped his rifle around, chambering a round. He then ran towards the church so he could climb up high where he would have a good view of the town, and a good field of fire. The bullets shrieked past tearing into the ground and kicking up dust, but miraculously none of them hit him. Spinning on his heel Johann dropped to the ground behind a pile of bricks and peered through his scope.
The enemies were advancing fast. Scanning the horde,Johann tried to find a leader but couldn't identify one so he just shot at the nearest foe. He swore when the bullet smashed into the ground a good foot short of its intended target. Johann worked the bolt of his rifle and readjusted his aim. This time when he squeezed the trigger the round struck true. The raider dropped dead and his fellows swarmed past.
Johann decided his position was no longer safe and got up to run. Unfortunately a raider had closed the distance and jumped on him, sending him sprawling on the ground. the raider tore at him with a savage ferocity, leaving bloody furrows in Johann's skin. Groping around for something to defend himself with, Johann's hand brushes the hammer he had tucked into his belt. With all his fury he brought the hammer down on the raiders head, mixing blood and bone and brains. Horrified Johann shoved the dead raider off and continued his sprint to the church.
"You lied to me old man!" Suddenly a voice was heard booming over the conflict. An armored bus had stopped in front of the hole left in the west wall. The speakers attached to it's roof was the source of the voice. "I don't like when people skip out on their debts, you old bastard. To make it worse now Wrath has sent his dogs after me. I expect that was you too. I don't care how many men you found to save your ass, nobody messes with me!"
The raiders seemed excited by the voice, and screaming maniacally headed to the church. More and more seemed to come from the trees.
"Bring them all to me, dead or otherwise. Except the old bastard, I want him alive."
Sam see's a survivor holding off some raiders with his pistol. Sam turns and fires at the raiders around him but it was no good some dogs came running up to him and leaped on him. Their jagged teeth and claws tore his body open and blood spraying everywhere his screams echoed. The raiders only laughed at the chilling death, Sam grabbed the 30-cal he had set up and fired the dogs and raiders died in a hail of fire. Suddenly Sam saw a raider kick in the door of his home, Sam leaped from the roof of his shop and ran in his home he saw the raider trying to rip his wife’s clothes off. Sam grabbed the raider in anger repeatedly punched the raider in the face. The raider dropped to floor covered in blood Sam lifted his rifle and used the butt of the gun to beat the life out of the raider. The bloody corpse of the raider twitched and each time it did Sam hit it. Raiders ran into the house but each one fell as the rounds hit them. Sam gave his wife two weapons and ammo he left to help more survivors. Sam looked out the door and see’s no raiders near the house but he saw Mark fighting hordes near the church, Sam grabs a tear-gas grenade and throws it near the area the raiders where coming from the choking coughs from the raiders. Sam runs up to Mark
“You need some help??” Sam asked
“Yer Thanks” Mark Replied
“I have ammo here” Sam says passing ammo to Mark
Johann had burst into the church and sprinted up the stairs into the bell-tower just in time to hear the booming voice. Peeking out of the tower Johann looked around until he found the source of the noise. Raising his trusty mosin-nagant, Johann took careful aim at a raider, and slowly squeezed the trigger.
His rifle kicked as the bullet flew towards its target. Johann's aim must have been off however because the round hit the raider in the left knee rather than the chest where Johann had been aiming. Johann cursed as he worked the bolt and prepared to finish the downed raider.
Dave was gaining ground on the west wall, spying several of the invaders running in through the gap and suddenly he thought to himself "Why the hell I am running too them?!?!"
He stopped running, squatting down behind a broken brick wall where he would not directly be seen. Seeing several of the survivors returning fire to protect themselves from the invading hoard of raiding madmen. Dave wasn't the bravest of men, killing wasn't something that sat well with him, even the few he had been forced to kill on his travels still haunted him, making his stomach retch everytime he thought about it.
Slowly he turned and propped his gun on top of the wall, taking aim as his hands trembled, his stomach churning violently as he whipsered to himself softly to try and calm his own nerves. "They're not human, they're not human, it's for the best, it's either me or them..." he whispered, depressing the trigger and taking shots at the enemy, the shots that missed doing nothing to distract them as dust and stone flicked upward from the poor shot. The shots that did hit only made them stumble with grazes or flesh wounds ... he was a poor marksman and he knew it. He doubted if he would even manage to get a kill from this distance which in itself he could not decide if that was a good or bad thing.
Merle sat quietly in the closet of the church, hearing a lot of gun fire and screaming. It wasn't so much that he was afraid of dying, as he didn't want to do it yet.
picking up a pair of P-22s that one raider had ben weilding, Mark slung them into his car, along with the raider's backpack. drawing his revolver, he locked he doors and sat in the ack, going through the contents.
a box of extra magazines for their pistols, a Lupora as well as ammunition, a small switchblade, a flare gun, fully loaded and several pieces of jewelry
Johann adjusted his sights, aimed at another raider and fired. This time the bullet struck where he wanted it and the raider dropped dead. "They are just animals", he told himself "Like the deer you would hunt ... just animals."
Johann moved around to check on his shelter. When he saw that the raiders had torn it down he became very angry. *worked all frickin afternoon on that thing*, he thought as he dropped another raider. He tried to chamber another round and pulled the trigger... nothing. He sighed and dug through his backpack for the small ammo box that he had carried with him. Opening it he realized he was down to his last ten bullets and a few cherry bombs. Things were going downhill for him and fast.
Taking a roll of Duct Tape, Mark taped the pistols together, forming a double-barrled weapon, a quick last with the torch melted the undersides of the barrels together, than he racked both slides at once, chambering two rounds. loading the Lupara, Mark rammed that into the backpack, then picked up his A-80 and walked outside, dragging a large empty tank and a hose with him.
sneaking to the raider's bus, he hid himself behind some rubble, and watched the leader get shot at by somebody. he sprinted over to the underside, produced a small silencer, and fitted it onto he assault rifle, pressing the barrel against the gas tank he fired.
the gunshot was as loud as ever, but due to the silencer, it was impossible to tell where it had came from, the carnage about town helped too.
yanking the rifle away from the hole, he stuck the business end of the hose into it . and the massive tank began to fill up with gasoline.
Although the survivors fought valiantly numbers were bogging them down. The bulk of the raiders were almost to the church. Mark, while stealing gas from the bus, was knocked out from behind, Johann now out of ammo was surrounded, Dave hesitating to shoot a woman he had injured was clubbed over the back of the head, Sam after hiding away his family was disarmed by a brute of a man. Those who were captured were rounded up and brought to the church.
Through the doors came an imposing figure. From it's shape it looked as if it used to be a man, yet black patches of exoskeleton had formed over it's skin and spines covered it's arms. The face, however, was oddly human against the black body. It's voice was the same as the one from the bus.
"Old man, what's with the look. Stand up and hug your son!" It said completely ignoring you, even with it's inhuman frame, it's posture was pure arrogance. It laughed and shot the old man once in the chest. The raiders around you were getting hyped up now firing guns into the air. One almost slit Mark's throat until their leader shot the knife wielding raider. "I said don't touch we're having a party later and need all the entertainment possible. Isn't that right old bastard." He went to shoot the crippled man again, but his aim was thrown off by an explosion, foolowed by a voice that boomed from outside.
"Greeeed!" it roared, "Don't make me come inside, It's much too far a walk to take your head."
"Damn it, I thought the bastard was supposed to be lazy. feth, go get him you idiots." The raiders rushed to the doors, before they exploded inwards. "gak, didn't think she'd come too." The beast ran to the back of the church and burst through the window, as his men retreated.
Merle was shaking. He had heard the whole thing, and thank god no-one heard him. He pushed the door open gently, and poked out his STG, the others still in the church. Some tied, some chained, others just gagged or standing around. He opened the door wide, and slid outside, the sounds of yelling raiders and gunshots still rather loud. He saw Dave tied to a chair, and began to untie him, and he tossed his knife to Sam so he could help out the others.
Mark dug into his backpack and pulled the Lupora. racking the modified shotgun's mechanism, he printed after his guns and precious gas that had been put on the alter, along with the other's weapons.
when his weapons had been gathered, he walked over to Johann and blasted the chains off with buckshot.
Johann looked at the one called Mark and bobbed his head in a thankful nod. "Thanks", Johann said as he looked sadly at his rifle, "Now what to do about ammo..."
Johann shook his head,"No she uses a 7.62x54mmr round. Got any of those lying around?" Johann looked at his rifle and realised it was rather dirty. *I need to clean you,* he thought as he waited for Merle's reply.
Merle rubbed his chin thoughtfully, the stubble dirty and needing a trim. He dug in his bag a moment. Stupid NATO, making all the lame ass ammo. After a moment of picking around, he produced a small plastic bag, the words "Seven point six-two X four-five" printed on it in permanent marker. It was filled with brass bullets, a little red tip on most. "Ignore the 'four-five' thing. My bad. Anyway, these should do the trick. The red ones are anti-personal, so don't try to blow any cover." He tossed the plastic bag as he shut his own. "You're paying for those later." he said with a small grin.
Johann grinned as he took the bag of ammunition. "thanks man," he said but in his mind he thought *how the hell am I supposed to pay for these* Johann then retreated into a corner and proceeded to strip his rifle and clean each of the components. When he was done with that he checked his scope and made sure it was still ok before reatatching it.
Stowing the lupora and drawing his double barreled pistol, Mark peered outside, a pair of raiders where standing guard. a pair off pulls of the trigger turned their heads into mulch. Mark had no qualms about killing, he had ordered and personally taken part in a mass execution of terrorists.
picking up their weapons. an Uzi and a FAL. he walked inside. "Anyone want a FAL?" he asked, stowing the SMG.
Walking up into the pews, (or wherever the choir balcony is.) Mark found a seat and stared at the stained glass images across the cathedral. after a while, he heared the others talking far below him.
sighing, he drew his newly acquired Uzi and inspected it. keeping an eye on his Gas tanks that lay near the alter.
Johann dug through his backpack and pulled out his great grandpa's rusty old scythe blade. He sat and stared at it for a while wondering what he was going to do with it. He dug through his bag again and pulled out one of the last twinkies he had packed... *sooner or later life's twinkie gauge is gonna run low...* he thought remembering a movie he had watched once.
Johann chewed slowly savoring the sweet pastry and once it was gone he wiped his hands on his pants.
((ooc: have my posts been alright? I'm still rather new to the rolplaying thing.))
PG 7, read it but it was the last one for now we are in the point where you PM me upgrades to your land. Do you know when Ineptus gets back next event will likely be then.
Nicholas wrote:PG 7, read it but it was the last one for now we are in the point where you PM me upgrades to your land. Do you know when Ineptus gets back next event will likely be then.
i wish. he got banned for defending himself.while i think he went a little over bored,i do think he had the right to feel the need to be defensive there.
Nicholas wrote:PG 7, read it but it was the last one for now we are in the point where you PM me upgrades to your land. Do you know when Ineptus gets back next event will likely be then.
i wish. he got banned for defending himself.while i think he went a little over bored,i do think he had the right to feel the need to be defensive there.
anyways,dont know. Friday?
Oh chaos gods is everybody getting banned. Gods this is get annoying.
Nicholas wrote:PG 7, read it but it was the last one for now we are in the point where you PM me upgrades to your land. Do you know when Ineptus gets back next event will likely be then.
i wish. he got banned for defending himself.while i think he went a little over bored,i do think he had the right to feel the need to be defensive there.
anyways,dont know. Friday?
Oh chaos gods is everybody getting banned. Gods this is get annoying.
you think its annoying? think about how hes feeling.
Nicholas wrote:PG 7, read it but it was the last one for now we are in the point where you PM me upgrades to your land. Do you know when Ineptus gets back next event will likely be then.
i wish. he got banned for defending himself.while i think he went a little over bored,i do think he had the right to feel the need to be defensive there.
anyways,dont know. Friday?
Oh chaos gods is everybody getting banned. Gods this is get annoying.
you think its annoying? think about how hes feeling.
Sam punched the raider who had hold of him and grabbed the make-shift blade he was holding. Sam stabbed the raider in the chest 7 times, Sam turned and slashed at another raiders throat the blood sprayed all over him.
Sam in horror ran and leaped through a window. Sam saw figures outside the church, shooting and shouting. He ignored them and ran to his home, he arrived only to see smoke and flames it was alight. He dropped to his knees and wept, pleading for it to be a nightmare. But it was not Sam went into a blood lust as raiders ran at him. Sam grabbed one of them and threw him into the flames, The screams were heared over the roaring flames. The next raaider was choked to death and the last was throwen to the floor and stabbed and slashed to the life left his body.
Now Sam was changed forever he would kill all for revenge.
OOC: 3 hours of thinking to make this now myhead hurts lol.
Sam punched the raider who had hold of him and grabbed the make-shift blade he was holding. Sam stabbed the raider in the chest 7 times, Sam turned and slashed at another raiders throat the blood sprayed all over him.
Sam in horror ran and leaped through a window. Sam saw figures outside the church, shooting and shouting. He ignored them and ran to his home, he arrived only to see smoke and flames it was alight. He dropped to his knees and wept, pleading for it to be a nightmare. But it was not Sam went into a blood lust as raiders ran at him. Sam grabbed one of them and threw him into the flames, The screams were heared over the roaring flames. The next raaider was choked to death and the last was throwen to the floor and stabbed and slashed to the life left his body.
Now Sam was changed forever he would kill all for revenge.
OOC: 3 hours of thinking to make this now myhead hurts lol.
After the raiders retreated from the others attacking them, the church was all but ignored. The survivors were too busy fortifying the town in case of another attack. A basic wall was built around Jason's home away from the others, and he was seen stockpiling food and ammo inside. Johann had made a small one room shack made mostly of bricks. Dave cleared the debree from his land and used it to fix the west wall, only making a tent for himself to sleep in. Mark had been busy collecting logs, and began to build them up instead of out. He seemed to be making a tower although it wasn't yet finished. Merle stockpiled ammo in his store. (Spot for black templar). (Spot for Toasted).
A week and a half later on a rainy day, a voice was heard over the the towns speakers. The brief burst of noise was investigated by Dave, who was heading back to his home at the time. He then was so surprised he called the others to the small church. The old man was sitting up drinking rainwater from a bowl that sat next to him. Besides a pale complexion the bullet didn't seem to have done much to him.
"I thought I was dead for a while, until I woke up today. Either I'm the luckiest old man in the world, or that boy's a poor shot." He said. "Of course there is some questions I need to answer after that show. That thing that shot me was one of my sons, before the virus took them. I don't know if you've seen it before, but the virus takes some in a different way then the others. After that attack you've seen it; it's something in the genes I think. It took all three of my boys that way. They were already messed up mind wise before the virus too, despite my parenting. After they were infected they got worse, but not crazy. As you saw it changed them physically, more then mentally. They took name's after their interests and got followers that thought like them, then the fighting burned the town down."
He stopped to cough up blood again, before washing it away with rainwater. He continued,"The one you saw, Greed, his name was John before. He never liked me or his brothers, always wanted more. His other brothers don't really fancy me either, but he's the only one who actively tried killing me after the world fell apart. He was after some money and heirlooms I hid away for them when I died, I've never trusted banks see. I knew that was the only thing that would get him to not kill me was that, so I lied to him. Led him to his brother ,Ryan or Wrath now. It seemed he's got quite a following now."
"I doubt Greed's dead however, he was always tenacious. I'd suggest a scouting mission head north, to see what happened after Wrath's men chased him away. For all we know Wrath's boys could have sights set on Ghost Town, or Greed could be rallying. Those who don't go had better search the town for any psycho's left over."
Name: Jack smith
Race: Caucasian
Job PreWar:SAS special forces sergeant.
Gear(keep it simple): MP5 SMG with a few mags and an Psg1 sniper rifle with Bipod and a 9mm pistol, a few Chunks of Venison from hunting
and the rest of his teams weapons, since they all died, basically just another 2 MP5's.
Bio: Jack joined the military as soon as he left school, His family approved since all the men in the last few generations of his family had been soldiers. He fought any enemy set before him, brushing with death many many times. He volunteered for the special air service (SAS) after his fist tour of duty. He passed their rigorous tests and was inducted into their ranks, he rose through said ranks and quickly became the leader of his own squad. They where dropped into America on an anti terror mission, but when the virus hit and his squad went mad he killed them then spent a few days in the forest. Now he's found ghost town and has decided to help a still sane part of human society.
my character would like a plot of land adjacent to marks pleas.
Also no god modding my character, apart from you mighty GM
Mark looked up, "I am gonna stay here, we need someone to defend the place."
without another word, he pulled on his raincoat and headed back to his house, it was, as of now only a simple log cabin, with a fireplace, a low wall surrounding it, an area for his car, and the bus he had claimed.
Mark had torn anything useful out of the bus and set it up in the space between his and Sam's house, to use as a vantag point, although it was little more than a stripped chassis, (Mark had taken the metal, the ladder, the doors, the windows, the seats, the steering column and everything besides the skeleton, and even that was being still picked apart by anyone who needed steel girders.)
the Log Cabin was connected to tthe Tower by a door, Mark was building a second story, so when he got home, he pulled his poncho around himself, assed his weapons locker (he had taken the cargo bay out of the buss, and had looted dozens of rioters for ammo and gear, some of the stuff he gave to same, but most of it he kept for when the town needed it) inside the cabin that was his home, Mark had stowed a 50. cal machine gun taken from a raider jeep, Mark had taken the excess fuel, and the gun, but let the others use the jeep whenever.
he got out the small armie's worth of power tools taken form the raiders, which had included a solar generator, and continued working on his tower
So what Mark has is this:
cabin
tower
SUV
fuel (Kept in a trench with steel coverings)
low wood and brick wall
Punji pits all over the place outside the wall for 50 feet
Trench just outside the wall, filled with iron spars, broken bottles, and a knee deep ditch water (That will give you horrid infections from all the sharp things inside)
sevral hidden pits of barrels cordite and powder taken from the guns, they have some C4 attached to them making the whole aea around Mark's house for 100 feet a minefield.
Razor wire and barbed wire, homemade and taken rom the wreck of the NG station.
basically aan army am, looking like something out of Vietnam
The glass ninja wrote:Name: Jack smith
Race: Caucasian
Job PreWar:SAS special forces sergeant.
Gear(keep it simple): MP5 SMG with a few mags and an Psg1 sniper rifle with Bipod and a 9mm pistol, a few Chunks of Venison from hunting
and the rest of his teams weapons, since they all died, basically just another 2 MP5's.
Bio: Jack joined the military as soon as he left school, His family approved since all the men in the last few generations of his family had been soldiers. He fought any enemy set before him, brushing with death many many times. He volunteered for the special air service (SAS) after his fist tour of duty. He passed their rigorous tests and was inducted into their ranks, he rose through said ranks and quickly became the leader of his own squad. They where dropped into America on an anti terror mission, but when the virus hit and his squad went mad he killed them then spent a few days in the forest. Now he's found ghost town and has decided to help a still sane part of human society.
my character would like a plot of land adjacent to marks pleas.
Also no god modding my character, apart from you mighty GM
If you ever need weapons, Ammo and other hunting supplies come to my shop.
This is pretty much what mark's house looks like, just make them both bigger and the tower taller and less silly looking, make the whole thing out of logs, add a grey sky and a ruined city then put enough defenses to make Fort Knox look like a sandcastle around it.
After listening to the old man Dave returned to his tent. After repairing the wall, clearing away his own land and being generous enough to lend a hand to those who asked or looked liked like they needed it, he decided he needed to look after his own affairs ... he was after all, living in a metal tent albeit it by his own choice.
He watched several of the other members walk away to search the local area, although some of them gave a disgruntled look when Dave refused to help, some of the others understood or at least appeared to understand his need for better living conditions. Although not a physically strong as the others, he certainly had done a fair share and more in helping out around the place.
Several hours later he had dug a trench around his boundry that would serve to secure the walls he would place next. After collecting a reasonable amount of building materials from rubble piles he was well and truely shattered so after refilling his water canteen from a nearby water pump, that amazingly still worked, he ducked into his metal tent for a rest. He'd go back out scavanging after a few hours rest and if the light held of course, other than that he was done for the day.
Mark stood on the crane, which was really only several welded together scaffolding poles and some rope, he was working on making the roof of the tower (Now 4 stories high) when the skies broke open. sending torrents of rain onto Ghost Town. knowing that he could not in such conditions, the man entered his log cabin, built a fire and began repairing some of the radios and the TV he had found in the Mall area. he knew that he could begin setting up the 50. after the rain, but took the time to rest and repair.
Sam sat in his shop polishing his weapons, sorting out ammo and and checking medical equipment. He looked out the window at the charred skeleton of his old home haunted by the laughter, tears and love of his family. He broke down in tears and anger the raiders must pay for their deaths. Sam stood up and went out to go see Mark, the rain hailed down. Sam knocked on marks door.
jason sat back,looking out his window,ready to shoot anyone who came near. "man...its lonely over here,no one ever visits. but it is my corner....my happy corner.... .... gosh im lonely."
Johann had listened to the old man with a wandering attention. He had been more worried about finding herbs and vegetables in the woods so he could start a garden. When he had heard about the scouting mission he decided to stay behind. He had no training in scouting or hunting, most of his shooting experience had come from a shooting range, so he didn't want to risk getting the others caught.
*I suppose I'll work on the wall for now. * he thought, *Maybe we should put a walkway near the top so we can patrol the perimiter.*
He grinned at his though and set about looking for the supplies to work on his plan.
The glass ninja wrote:Name: Jack smith
Race: Caucasian
Job PreWar:SAS special forces sergeant.
Gear(keep it simple): MP5 SMG with a few mags and an Psg1 sniper rifle with Bipod and a 9mm pistol, a few Chunks of Venison from hunting
and the rest of his teams weapons, since they all died, basically just another 2 MP5's.
Bio: Jack joined the military as soon as he left school, His family approved since all the men in the last few generations of his family had been soldiers. He fought any enemy set before him, brushing with death many many times. He volunteered for the special air service (SAS) after his fist tour of duty. He passed their rigorous tests and was inducted into their ranks, he rose through said ranks and quickly became the leader of his own squad. They where dropped into America on an anti terror mission, but when the virus hit and his squad went mad he killed them then spent a few days in the forest. Now he's found ghost town and has decided to help a still sane part of human society.
my character would like a plot of land adjacent to marks pleas.
Also no god modding my character, apart from you mighty GM
If you ever need weapons, Ammo and other hunting supplies come to my shop.
No, I need the business more! Go away over-powered candy van merchant!
Merle sat quietly in the makeshift van that was his shop. Small rusty boxes were filled with various rounds, roughly organized by size. He was thinking. He had heard the old man's words, and he had heard Wrath's.
What to do... what to do....
((ooc - Am I to assume we have running water and access to electricity in this compound? Its only been mentioned that the generator is powering the perimiter alarm. No mention on public power and I mentioned a water pump only because I can't see any other way of a town surviving this far without access to fresh water.
And eegads?! 4 story house built in a week, I need to get a move on with mine!))
The glass ninja wrote:Name: Jack smith
Race: Caucasian
Job PreWar:SAS special forces sergeant.
Gear(keep it simple): MP5 SMG with a few mags and an Psg1 sniper rifle with Bipod and a 9mm pistol, a few Chunks of Venison from hunting
and the rest of his teams weapons, since they all died, basically just another 2 MP5's.
Bio: Jack joined the military as soon as he left school, His family approved since all the men in the last few generations of his family had been soldiers. He fought any enemy set before him, brushing with death many many times. He volunteered for the special air service (SAS) after his fist tour of duty. He passed their rigorous tests and was inducted into their ranks, he rose through said ranks and quickly became the leader of his own squad. They where dropped into America on an anti terror mission, but when the virus hit and his squad went mad he killed them then spent a few days in the forest. Now he's found ghost town and has decided to help a still sane part of human society.
my character would like a plot of land adjacent to marks pleas.
Also no god modding my character, apart from you mighty GM
If you ever need weapons, Ammo and other hunting supplies come to my shop.
No, I need the business more! Go away over-powered candy van merchant!
BATTLE OF THE STORES!!!!!!! ok i Will let you have this one.
HellsGuardian316 wrote:((ooc - Am I to assume we have running water and access to electricity in this compound? Its only been mentioned that the generator is powering the perimiter alarm. No mention on public power and I mentioned a water pump only because I can't see any other way of a town surviving this far without access to fresh water.
And eegads?! 4 story house built in a week, I need to get a move on with mine!))
No electricity, besides the perimeter alarms, but there is an old pump in the church I thought I mentioned.
Jack looked at his pitiful shack then looked at the massive fortress which belonged too Mark, It had a few weaknesses such as the path and if someone drove a car into those trenches then i would provide a makeshift bridge. He saw smoke rising from the chimney. ''Well i might as well go say hello. He walked along the path lugging his equipment with him along with the spoils from his hunts and rapped on the door.He was standing next to Sam and to make idle conversation with him. "so i hear your a trader, interested in some MP5's" he said his Scottish accent prevalent through the sentence
"Sorry my store is full at the moment but there is another trader who may be interested." Said Sam no sign of mark answering the door Sam turned around and walked back down to his shop. He opened the door, Walked in ,Shut the door and then sat down he looked at a photo of his family for a hour. He stud up picked up his rifle and looked out the window waiting for the rain to stop.
@ Ineptus, for stories in a week plus a log cabin is a bit much. Most other players have simple shacks. Tone it down a bit.
Event 2 pt 2
With nobody organizing the scouting party, all the survivors were still in Ghost Town hours later. The consequence of this was not at first apparent, but when Sam entered the church to pump up water he found it dry. Something must have happened to the source. Before he could get to the speaker to call the others together, the perimeter alarm began blaring. It rang for a few seconds before being abruptly cut off. Johann who was working on the wall saw a single raider come from the forest, he held what looked like a speaker above his head.
"This is the territory of Chieftain Wrath. I would hate to see his namesake to fall on you, as it would be such an annoyance to carry it out. I shall give you half an hour to either leave or surrender." The voice in the speaker yawned, "Otherwise the town will already be surrounded, and I will wait until your water and food runs out."
jason rolled his eyes. "feth off." he then aimed out and took a breath. the next second he fired and killed the guy with the speaker.quickly getting down behind cover,he smiled and yelled "IM STAYIN RIGHT HERE YOU FREAKS!"
"Nice shoot. We got bigger problems we are out of water we need to find out what's wrongs lets have a look." Said Sam. Jason nodded his head and followed Sam they walking into the church and went to the basement. Sam went to the pipes and saw a huge hole in it.
"What the hell would could done this ?" Sam said
"Rats?" Jason Replied
"Ha must be a big-ass rat then" Said Sam suddenly a large mutated rat crawled from the pipe snarling at Sam and Jason. Jason and Sam Pulled their weapons out and shot it in the head.
"How the F**k can a rat get so big!! You best get some one to come and repair this" Yelled Sam.
jason nodded and ran out.yelling,he said "HEY GUYS! WE NEED A PIPE FIXED! GET YOUR BUTTS OVER HERE WITH SOME FIXIT THINGS!" he then ran back inside to see what he could help with.
Nicholas wrote:Just to make it clear, the guy carrying the speaker wasn't the one talking and it's not a pipe problem. It's a problem with the water source.
well be specific next time please.also i would've shot him anyways.
Nicholas wrote:Just to make it clear, the guy carrying the speaker wasn't the one talking and it's not a pipe problem. It's a problem with the water source.
well be specific next time please.also i would've shot him anyways.
The guy could have been clearer, but the water clearly says it's a problem with the source.
David awoke with a start at the noise echoing in to his shelter from outside, as he arose from his simple bed he banged his head on the low metal roof, cursing himself under his breath as he fumbled around half asleep and rubbing cobwebs out of his eyes as he felt around to find his gun. From the muffled sounds coming from outside he knew somethign was not right and crawled out throughthe open entrance of his metal tent to find out what all the commotion was.
As he wandered out, his eyes still adjusting to the light he saw a lot of the other survivors already alert and ready to react to whatever had happened. He started to roadie run towards one of the smaller groups of survivors as the voice of the speaker became ever more clearer. "......already be surrounded, and I will wait until your water and food runs out"
EDIT: Edited for clarity as shouldn't be posting at that time of night
Johann had tucked his hammer back into his belt and drew his breath in sharply as Jason shot the raider. After that he had gone to his shack to pick up a poncho he had made out of a threadbare blanket then picked up his ragged back pack and headed to the church to see what he could do to help.
"Anything I can do?" he asked as he found the group.
((any chance of getting a map of the local area? forests, rivers? streams? etc. And obviously where the town sits amoungst all of these things. Nothing fancy mind, I'll even drum something up and run it by the OP if you like. I just like having something visual to help me describe my RP better))
Reaching some of the others, he crawled up the embankment so he could look over at the scene. "I really have to learn their names" he muttered to himself, knowing his memory was awful when it came to such things. His front was covered in mud as the rain hit the dry dirt, but strangely he had started to not care about such things. After so long without access to the things we once took for granted, things like dirty clothing just weren't a priority anymore.
He peered over, praying not to get shot as paranoia crept over him. The scene in front of him was grim indeed, it looked like a small task force of bandits made up of dusty and presumably rusty vehicles that had been botched together. He recognised some of the chassis but who really cared, what was important was they had guns and they were making threats. He levelled his gun, hands shaking as he tried to steady his nerves so if he had to, he would be brave enough to open fire and protect himself and his fellow survivors. He felt the retching in his gut again as he happened to see the body of a man slumped dead over the top of a vehicle and fought to keep it at bay. He looked left and right, waiting for someone to react, he sure as hell was going to fire unless he knew that everyone else was going to as well, he didn't want to be the one to start a firing match.
HellsGuardian316 wrote:((any chance of getting a map of the local area? forests, rivers? streams? etc. And obviously where the town sits amoungst all of these things. Nothing fancy mind, I'll even drum something up and run it by the OP if you like. I just like having something visual to help me describe my RP better))
I will make a map for you later today, as I have soccer practice. It may not be quality, because I only have paint to work in.
After his fruitless efforts at meeting his neighbor mark earlier on Jack decided to just go kill something. He was walking slowly to the edge of town when he heard a shot. "Jason's plot, west wall'' he thought quickly and sprinted in that direction, drawing his rifle from his back with ease. He shouted when he was close to Jason's house "what the hell's going on!". He quickly bounded up into a firing position on the wall. He searched for targets among the trees, a raider stood glacetly behind a tree, half his head hanging out. Jack took careful aim fired, saying ''Egit'' as the raider fell, half a cranium lighter.
Johann was on his toes, figuratively of course, as he laid on the embankment and watched the raiders through his scope. He sighed under his breath and looked at the guy to his right. He was shaking, nervously, as he waited. *who can blame him* Johann thought as he slowly and quietly chambered a round.
jason looked around,thinking. "ok,we need to plan.we have no water,and are surrounded. any ideas? i say we shoot are way out.using any gas we can find as bombs.we get to the water source,get it working,and try to get some defenses up around it."
Jack heard Jason talking and walked over to him. "if we are going to get out of here, we'll need more fire power than what we got, maybe some Frag grenades and a LMG or two. I have ammo and guns too spare its just that there aren't enough of us to fight so many raider's without some heavy equipment" Jack sat down near Jason awaiting his opinion.
jason rubs his nose thinking. "well,heavy weapons will slow us down too much...how bout this? we split into 2 teams. one uses the heavy weapons to distract the raiders while the 3nd team slip through their lines,and runs to to water source? sound good? now, we need to get everyone here,and discuss more in depth." with this,jason ran out and yelled for everyone to enter the church.
''good idea but that may leave us vulnerable, ill stay here and provide cover to the second team while the rest of the group do the same, the team moving to the water source should all carry light fast weapons like SMG's anyone without something like that should borrow one'' Jack to went out to call in the group.
Sam looks at the water supply and see's that the other survivors are busy with raiders he grabbed some ammo, supply's and his favourite gun 'Flash' His M4 rifle with laser sight, 12 gauge shotgun attachment and a drum magazine. He fuelled his car up put his gear in and set off to the water supply.
He Travelled for 3 hours to a lake where the water came from he found why the water was polluted it was filled with mutated rats. He lifted his rifle and hosed them down their rotten body's floated In the water. Sam dragged their body's out of the water and built a fence of barbed wire around the water to stop any creatures getting in. Suddenly Sam saw something move in the forest
"Come out of the bushes now!" Sam Ordered. A women with red hair and a beautiful face and body walked out from the bushes but a raider jumped out and grabbed her
"Ha a new slave and a good looking one as well" The raider said but it was ended when Sam put a bullet in his brain the women stumbled over to Sam and hugged him. Sam hesitated but hugged her back it felt like he was hugging his wife and kids, Sam felt that feeling that he felt when he met his wife
"Come with me, I know a safe place" Sam said. The women nodded and got in the car Sam got some fuel from the back seat and fuelled the car up then set off back to the camp to tell them the water should be safe in a few hours so the germs left the water. This women he found kept looking at Sam all the way to the town.
ooc) A little sudden don't you think BT, as we were formulating a plan and calling everyone to the church, but no matter you just saved Jack from some pretty bad injury's.
While the survivors were gathered in the church the half hour time limit was up. By now Ghost Town was surrounded, and it without water they wouldn't last long. With a tap they woke the old man to ask him about the water source. He wheezed in a breath to speak.
"The water is pumped from up north from a small lake in the hills. The man on the speaker, I think I know him. He was one of the original townsfolk who followed Wrath away. Last time I saw him he was calling himself Sloth, and showing some signs of changing too. You'd best avoid him."
it still has a ways to go, I mean, this was shaping in my mind at the age of 9, it can wait 
although i still need to get some stuff from my lazy friend......
its ME. i thought 
aww...not even if i show you the photos?
right back at you.
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= a lot of different positions
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