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Scrazza wrote:oke sgood. But I still don't know what year we are in. It matters, what weapons I give my character.

It's 2013, if I am not mistaken.

oooh, thats good to know. I think I skipped the part where that stood. Thanks chowderhead

(OOC: What does everyone think about creating another thread that is for anything non story related? That way we can have all the discussion and Q&A we want without cluttering the actual story up?)

(OOC -- I'm in for that. Keeps things ssperated, and neat. .)

As the small convoy of U-Haul trucks and Hummers moved west back towards the commune Tombstone took a few moments to contact the other patrols over the CB.

" Tombstone calling all Patrols...come back..over" The biker spoke into the CB handset.

A moment went by and Tombstone got his replies.

" Cutter here boss...way to many walker on the road south bound..we had to scrub mission...were headed back to the commune..over" Came the voice over the speaker..

" Roger that Cutter" Tombstone said " Good call...over"

The biker paused a moment and went on " Lil Dave...Digger...any luck on your patrols...over"

" Negative boss" came Little Dave's reply " Absolute wash...nothing out there but wrecks and walkers...over"

" Roger that...over" Tombstone said, frustration creeping in on him " Digger...what about your patroll...anything?...over."

A moment passed and Tombstone was about to call again when Diggers voice came over the speaker " Damn straight we found something Boss...we hit the fething mother load...over!!"

Tombstone grinned " Well hell ya fat bastard...are ya going to tell me what you found or not!?...Over!" the biker laughed.

" Sorry Stone" Digger replied " We located two..that is two U.S Army supply trucks..loaded with MREs and other goodies...we're on route back to the commune...ETA twenty minutes...over."

Tombstone whooped in jubilance " Digger ya chunky feth...you just earned a case of beer..on me...over."

" Roger that boss" Digger laughed " Looking forward to it..over and out."

Tombstone laid his head back and smiled,between the supplies Digger had found and the upcoming run on Pine Ville...the commune should have enough food to last near a year...by then perhaps the game in the forest would be a bit more plentiful...plus they had plans for building some green houses as well...it looked like they might be ok.

" Hey Stone" Red Beard spoke from the rear of the Hummer " Ain't that Fat Tony's bike coming at us?"

Tombstone narrowed his eyes,sure as feth a motorcycle was coming slowly up the road towards them...it was clearly Fat Tonys bike...who else owned a Pan head with painted purple with bright orange and yellow flames?

Tombstone could also plainly see that the rider was obviously not Fat Tony.

" What the feth." Tombstone whispered to himself.

" Looks like someone doesn't respect other peoples property." Loco said,a murderous shine entering his eyes.

Tombstone gritted his teeth " Loco..get on the .50!!" he barked,angrily snatching the CB handset from its cradle he called to the other Hummers " Boys...it appears we've come across a little joy rider...problem is he's riding on Satans Servant property...form a line...and bring all weapons to bere!!"

I'll hold up my reply, as I think it would change things too much and complicate the event that was announced to be coming shortly.

"So, who's up for a Lowe's run?" Halon called out to some of the survivors gathered in the courtyard.

Everyone looked at him and some even raised their hands like school children.

"Okay, here's how it's going to go down." Halon began lecturing, "we're going to take two vehicles. First group will include Snyder, Theron, Cali, and myself in Widowmaker(another of the abrams). We'll lead point and knock anything out of the way. Michelle, Kyle, and Sherman will take one of the hummers and follow close behind. When we get there we'll use the same procedure, back the hummer up against the loading bay and clear out the store. Once we clear it out we load everything we can into the hummer and some onto the tank. Got it?"

"Yeah." the group replied

"Hey how come you always get to ride in the tank?" Kyle said to Halon as they were going towards their respective vehicles.

"Because, I really like tanks and I'm in charge." Halon said while playfully pushing Kyle away.

.............

"Wow, no zeds so far." Cali called from her driver's seat.

"I know, the russians have been doing some good work around here... speaking of which we want to avoid the russians still." Halon said while switching the CB to the one known russian channel.

"Majority of them are at some airbase around the area," Halon began after listening to the radio, "we shouldn't have issue running into them."

"If we run into them we open fire or not?" Sherman called down from the .50.

"Not unless they fire first," Halon responded while turning the CB down, " I doubt they brought anything for anti armor and their AK's will just plink off the armor. If they do fire though, we have six shells I would love to send their way."

The tank suddenly jarred to a stop.

"What's up Cali?" Halon said while holding on the edge of his chair.

"APC, I think its russian." Cali responded and Halon looked through his periscope.

"Okay, turn here and go around." Halon patted Cali's shoulder to make sure she was listening, "Be quiet about it alright?"

The tank turned and began to go down another road, the hummer followed behind it, and they tried to be as quiet as a hummer could be.

Just then, the tank stopped again and Halon immediately took his periscope out again.

"Are you fething serious?" Halon began "Two APC's sitting in the middle of the damn road, what the hell are they doing?"

"Sherman, Kyle, and Theron with me." Halon said over the CB, we're going to see what's going on real quick.

The group dismounted and moved slowly and quietly towards the APC's, they heard no russian coming from either one and only one of them was idling.

Halon looked around and with seeing that the coast was clear he moved to the non idling APC that was in front of them. He peered around the corner and saw that it was shut in the back.

"Okay," he whispered "I'm going to see if anyone's home. Stay back here and if someone is in there, we're going to get the hell outta here and try again tomorrow."

The group nodded and Halon crept towards the APC's rear hatch. Halon knocked and heard someone speak russian inside.

"Go back!" Halon shouted as he ran towards the tank.

The group got in their respective vehicles and tried to move as quickly as possible to turn around. The APC kicked into life as the hummer rounded the corner and began to turn in its direction.

"Stop or we fire!" Halon heard the russian in one of the APC's say to the hummer in its view.

Then the abrams came out from beind the building and Halon aimed its barrel right the APC.

"Stay put or die you!" Halon called out in broken russian.

Halon could swear that the russian must've made some borscht in his pants when he saw a tank come around the corner like that.

"Get back to the hotel asap." Halon called into the CB and continued to train the barrel on the stationary APC.

"Hopefully we can make it back without anyone following us." Halon thought as the APC became a little dot on the horizon.

Tombstone eyed the young man perched on Fat Tonys Motorcycle coldly.
The Rider had stopped the bike at roughly fifty yards away,and was simply sitting there,staring at the convoy of vehicles.

"Stone!" called Loco from his position on the .50 cal " You want me to ice this fether or what?"

" Hold Fire!" Tombstone said

"Wha...!??" Loco replied in disbelief " Stone I got this feth dead bang...let me put him to sleep!"

" I said..hold your fire." Tombstone said coldly.

" Babe...what are you doing?" Daisy asked from besides the biker.

" I want him..alive" Tombstone replied,a slight grin parting his lips.

The biker lifted the CB handset and keyed the mike calling the other Two Hummers.

" Keep all weapons trained on this guy" Tombstone said " If he so much as flinches...slab him...but hold fire unless ...follow my lead...over."

" Roger that Boss" came the replies from the other bikers.

" Babe...what the feth are you going to do?!" Daisy inquired again,a touch of alarm in her voice.

" I'm going to go say howdy." Tombstone said with a smile.

" Your going to what!!?" Daisy exclaimed " Babe..don't bother...just let Loco blast the bastard and let's go."

"Now..what fun would that be?" Tombstone laughed " You stay here and keep me covered."

" Babe.." Daisy started,but a glance from Tombstone silenced her.

" You worry to much." Tombstone said kissing her cheek and climbing out of the Hummer,he glanced up at Loco who's finger was dancing on the trigger of the big .50 caliber.

" You got him sighted?" Tombstone asked.

" Got him dead bang" Loco smiled.

"Good" Replied Tombstone " He tries anything...you paint the street with him."

" With pleasure boss" Loco grinned,that murderous gleam dancing in his eyes.

Tombstone took several steps towards the man on the bike,behind him he noticed Daisy had exited the Hummer and taken cover behind one of its doors,her riffle raised,the sights fixed firmly on the joy riders head.

Tombstone smiled a bit at that,and closed the distance between himself and the man on Fat Tonys bike.

when he had come to about 20 yards away he stopped and spoke.

" Well now little buckaroo." Tombstone said with a wide evil grin " You mind telling me just how you came to be riding on a piece of our property?!"

"I hear walkers." Micajah first spoke since Robbie came in.

"What? I can't hear anything. Have you taken your pills pop?" Mikey asked bewildered.

moaning and mumbling could be heard from outside.

Red Rat looked seriously, as if the wine in the morning has lost it's effect immediatly. He got up, took the grenade launcher and tossed it to Fox, who catched it nicely. Mikey went to check on the windows.

"Oh god, they're realy here! What do we do?!"

"Remember the plan!" Fox said. "gak"

Red Rat and Robbie each took their main weapons. Robbie's M4A1 and Red Rat's AK 47.

"Hahahaha! I get to shoot again!" Micajah was clearly excited.

Mikey and Fox immediatly opened all the windows. And Micajah opened the door, giving him a clear shot at the walkers.

"Easy with the Launcher, girl" Red Rat yelled to the twenty year old Fox. "How many Mikey?"

"Erm...one, two....er...three....ah hell, many!"

The peasant can't even count, Robbie thought. "I count around twenty five."

Micajah made that twenty four, shooting one with his remington while laughing maniacly. one of the mines exploded, blowing the foot off one of the zeds. Red Rat scored a headshot on the same one.

"Hurry, Fox! Robbie yelled. "Shoot the launcher!"

He could hear a thumping sound. Then an explosion. A shower of blood and gore kicked up by the explosion. The walkers were getting close. Without someone on watch, the zeds got to clear the distance unnoticed. The first few seds were almost at the door. Micajah's shotgun kicked in again, killing another. The senile man mumbled something and shot again. and again and again... Untill his remington jammed. The rest was too busy keeping the zombies away from the windows.

The first zed got through the door. Micajah just kept raking his shotgun and pulling the trigger, but nothing happened.

"RAAAGH!" He yelled, whilst swinging his shotgun like a club. He was too old to come out of his chair, and just sat there, mumbling while he got bitten and scratched to death by the zed.

Mikey noticed this too late.

"Pop!" he yelled while running over to the biting zed. he got close and emptied his entire mag in the Zed that killed his father. He didn't notice, the two other zombies coming through the door. The zeds pulled him down and started biting, eating him alive. There were only three humans in pine ville.

Fox witnessed the killing of her ten years older husband and step father. She didn't flinch. Robbie thought he saw a small smile on fox's face.

The trio fell back to the back room, where all guns and ammo were stored. Fox got in there last, after she had fired off another grenade with her launcher, killing another three zeds in the tight confines of the small shop. Zeds were spillinh in the house now. through the windows and the door. Robbie thought he saw at least ten dead zeds on the ground. either killed by headshots, or by Fox's launcher.

"Oh gak!" cursed Red Rat, reloading his AK.

There was only one door for entering the back room, so they could defend it easily. But they were with their backs against the wall, nowhere to run. Fox dropped the launcher onto an ammo crate and picked up a Shotgun. She started firing, resulting in exploding zombie heads and chest. The shop space/ livving room was now splatterd with blood and gore. Robbie and Red Rat kept the fire up with their assault rifles. The zeds managed to get close, but were eventualy massacred in the small room of the shop.

The three of them got into the main shop room, and looked at all the carnage.

"Well, I am not cleaning the house. We clear the rest of pine ville, then move in another house."

"What do we do with them?" Robbie asked gesturing respectively to the Mikey and Micajah.

"Gather their weapons and ammo, and leave them with the res off the zeds." Fox said coldly. " I won't miss these two idiotic inbreds. After we switched houses we torch the buidling. The zeds will start to stink after a while."

Enjoying it.

(OOC--- Last of topic post on this thread from me but. Dark would want to pu the lik of the off topc thread chowderhead made. Just to keep this one clean. )

PLAYER EVENT - PART ONE


"Well now little buckaroo," Tombstone said with a wide evil grin "You mind telling me just how you came to be riding on a piece of our property?"

"As a matter of fact, I do," replied the stranger - he had an unusual voice; very deep, but quiet and calm.

Tombstone folded his arms and regarded the man carefully. He was just a bit shorter than himself, Tombstone being the giant of a man that he is, and had pale white skin and striking spiked-up bright orange hair. It defied viewing when the sun shone upon it. In addition, the 'thief' had a few different types of weapons about himself, and rather disturbingly he boasted an array of metal earrings.

It was odd, Tombstone thought, that this man seemed unbothered that he could have him dead in seconds with but a word.
"Now listen up buddy, cause I'm only gonna ask you once. Get off the bike."
"Or what?" The man replied daringly.
"Or Loco here," Tombstone replied, jesturing to the .50 cal gunner, "will waste you." The man glanced down, and slowly began to laugh, quietly though. The man looked up. "Just try it my friend, but I wouldn't if I were you."
"But you're not me, are you?" Tombstone replied, grinning, "Waste 'im."
With that command, several things happened simultaneously. The stranger twisted and sent the bike sliding across the ground on its side into Tombstone, knocking the man over, while Loco opened fire. The man rolled out of the way, pulling out an assault rifle and sending a hail of shots towards Loco, killing him. He then picked himself up and looked around for another target. The driver of the first Hummer slammed his foot on the accelerator, and the vehicle powered forward towards the man. Surprisingly, the stranger ran forwards to meet the vehicle. He then leaped up, smashing through the windscreen leg first and delivering a kick that, at the speed the Hummer was going, snapped the neck off the driver. The vehicle careened off the road to the left, and the man dived out of the open passenger door, rolling to his feet. He quickly returned fire, hitting the shooter. The biker woman collapsed, bleeding from several bullet wounds on her upper body. Tombstone got up in time to see Daisy go down, and he roared out in anger, and the stranger turned to look at him. "You fething piece of gak!" He shouted, drawing his pistols in anger. He fired while running, and the stranger shot too. Time seemed to slow to a crawl, as the bullets flew through the air.

And in the distance, a low moaning could be heard. A moaning that was getting closer...


What will happen? We shall wait and see..

Darkvoidof40k wrote:PLAYER EVENT

...And a great hush filled the wasteland.

Gave me a mini heart attack, click on skip to unread: PLAYER EVENT

Finally!

Btw, anyone else watching the Rally to Restore Sanity? I woke up at 11:58 central, and apparently that's when it officially started, the hour prior was mostly music guests and such.

I hope the media dumbasses take a hint (Glen Beck, Bill O'reilly....) and shut the feth up and act like normal human beings and report the news.

Event is above.

Oh, I do love how you portrayed my character.

Well, I wanted this character to be Tombstones friend for the time being, and with me shooting and probably killing your lady friend, that is probably not happening.

Well, lead is to you, Fitzz, as it looks like I did most of the action in that event.

Edit: And, if anyone wanted to figure out what my characters face looked like, my avatar is about as close as you'll get...color in the hair, etc.

Karon wrote:Oh, I do love how you portrayed my character.

Well, I wanted this character to be Tombstones friend for the time being, and with me shooting and probably killing your lady friend, that is probably not happening.

Well, lead is to you, Fitzz, as it looks like I did most of the action in that event.

Edit: And, if anyone wanted to figure out what my characters face looked like, my avatar is about as close as you'll get...color in the hair, etc.

OOC: Yeah that's not quiet how I had things planed either...I kind of figured there would be a begrudging team up between Karons character and my own.

The event isn't finished yet, so don't you two think about posting! (Damn if this is a ninja move.. )

OOC: @ Dark.

I'm not trying to be TFG,but...I do have two slight problems with the event (well actually three).

My first would be that a .50 cal MG fires it's rounds at close to 3000fps (feet per second),and fires close to a thousand rounds per minute...I don't quiet see a target in the open dodging that.

Second,the windscreen of a military Hummer is quiet thick,a few inches thick actually...if Karons character had attempted a flying kick through one,he'd have most likely bounced off...with a broken leg to boot.

Third...You killed Daisy??...what did poor Daisy ever do to you.

Again,I don't want to come off as TFG...but as I said,certain things in the event are way off.

FITZZ wrote: OOC: @ Dark.

I'm not trying to be TFG,but...I do have two slight problems with the event (well actually three).

My first would be that a .50 cal MG fires it's rounds at close to 300fps (feet per second),and fires close to a thousand rounds per minute...I don't quiet see a target in the open dodging that.

Second,the windscreen of a military Hummer is quiet thick,a few inches thick actually...if Karons character had attempted a flying kick through one,he'd have most likely bounced off...with a broken leg to boot.

Third...You killed Daisy??...what did poor Daisy ever do to you.

Again,I don't want to come off as TFG...but as I said,certain things in the event are way off.

I kindly and respectfully have to agree with this. Also not trying to be TFG mind you, but what he is saying is true. I just dont see the event going down like it did... anyone in the open with that many guns on them would have been killed out right, let alone a M2 HMG that can shoot through over an inch of steel. And any normal person would never be able to kick through the window of a hmmwv.

Just Saying.

By the way, what day are we on? Anyone? (If one of you could find out/knows anyway, that'd save me quite some time - time that could be spent on writing events!

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PLAYER EVENT - PART TWO

Six hours later.

Damn that bitch, Tombstone thought as he paced around outside the commune's make-shift medical room. He roared in anger once again and spun and punched the wall, leaving a crumpled dent. "fething cheap wall", he grumbled angrily as he held his hand; examining his bloodied knuckles. The Medicine Man had been in there with Daisy for..forever. He shook his head slowly, as if to clear it.
"You gotta calm down 'stone," One eye said.
"I know. But its so fething annoying! I swear if that bastard has killed her.."
"He could be anywhere by now Tomb, and you know it. The chances of us finding him are about as good as me waking up tomorrow to find out the last year was a dream,"
Tombstone grunted, "only if she's there lying beside me."
One eye walked over to Tombstone and placed a hand on his shoulder. "I'm sure she'll be fine."
Tombstone sighed, "I hope you're right."


Six hours before.


Bullets filled the air. Three struck the stranger, two in his left shoulder and one on his chest. He was knocked onto his back by the impacts, and ceased to move. Tombstone grinned his evil grin, murder playing in his eyes. He walked over to examine his handy work. He was taken aback when he finally reached his foe and looked down, to see no blood anywhere on the man. In that split second of confusion, the stranger's legs flew out, tripping Tombstone over. The stranger jumped up, and kicked Tombstone hard in the face, sending him sprawling. The biker tasted blood in his mouth and reached up to wipe ssome of the thick red liquid off his face with the back of his right hand. He pulled himself to his feet, and instinctively reached for pistols that weren't there.
"Come on, biker, this is the time for real combat!" Spat the stranger, a whole new vicious attitude about him. "I expected more from you."



More to come.. those not involved in the event, feel free to continue. As for FITZZ and Karon.. watch this space.

FITZZ wrote: OOC: @ Dark.

I'm not trying to be TFG,but...I do have two slight problems with the event (well actually three).

My first would be that a .50 cal MG fires it's rounds at close to 3000fps (feet per second),and fires close to a thousand rounds per minute...I don't quiet see a target in the open dodging that. He's quick

Second,the windscreen of a military Hummer is quiet thick,a few inches thick actually...if Karons character had attempted a flying kick through one,he'd have most likely bounced off...with a broken leg to boot. It had been previously damaged and had been repaired with cheaper glass.

Third...You killed Daisy??...what did poor Daisy ever do to you. She's not dead.

Again,I don't want to come off as TFG...but as I said,certain things in the event are way off. Chillax, it's all cool.

Problem solved?

As well, you can't count on that HMG hitting the exact spot where its pointed, especially when we are considering who is shooting it.

Patrick is pretty fast, but luck more than anything.

I hope you can put a positive spin on this...I don't want to die this time if at all possible, LOL.

Darkvoidof40k wrote:

FITZZ wrote: OOC: @ Dark.

I'm not trying to be TFG,but...I do have two slight problems with the event (well actually three).

My first would be that a .50 cal MG fires it's rounds at close to 3000fps (feet per second),and fires close to a thousand rounds per minute...I don't quiet see a target in the open dodging that. He's quick

Second,the windscreen of a military Hummer is quiet thick,a few inches thick actually...if Karons character had attempted a flying kick through one,he'd have most likely bounced off...with a broken leg to boot. It had been previously damaged and had been repaired with cheaper glass.

Third...You killed Daisy??...what did poor Daisy ever do to you. She's not dead.

Again,I don't want to come off as TFG...but as I said,certain things in the event are way off. Chillax, it's all cool.

Problem solved?

...All is well Dark,honestly not trying to medal in your position as GM...just pointing out a few things that seemed off to me...carry on.

What is with Anime ninjas and you Karon?!

Karon wrote:As well, you can't count on that HMG hitting the exact spot where its pointed....

Respectfully disagree.

The Ma Duce is a VERY accurate gun. Espically when it is mounted on a vehicle which if done properly with a Traversing & Elevation Mechanism you can damn near snipe people with it.

Last Ma Duce range I went to earlier this summer at YTC, I put an entire burst so close together you couldn't tell one bullet hole from the next on the target.

jp400 wrote:

Karon wrote:As well, you can't count on that HMG hitting the exact spot where its pointed....

Respectfully disagree.

The Ma Duce is a VERY accurate gun. Espically when it is mounted on a vehicle which if done properly with a Traversing & Elevation Mechanism you can damn near snipe people with it.

Last Ma Duce range I went to earlier this summer at YTC, I put an entire burst so close together you couldn't tell one bullet hole from the next on the target.

Yes.
....And as for the gunner,poor Loco (R.I.P) was ex-military...Hey,I created him..he can be a four star general if I say he was.

ghosty wrote:What is with Anime ninjas and you Karon?!

They're too cool for me to not reanimate and create in the real world!

And, as for the HMG accuracy issue, I withdraw. I had no idea the particular MG mounted on the vehicle was that accurate.

Karon wrote:

ghosty wrote:What is with Anime ninjas and you Karon?!

They're too cool for me to not reanimate and create in the real world!

And, as for the HMG accuracy issue, I withdraw. I had no idea the particular MG mounted on the vehicle was that accurate.

Like I said, it CAN be when done/used properly and know what to expect. If you are free gunning and have never fired it before... you can have the worlds most accurate gun and still not hit the broad side of a barn.