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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.

Kasrkai wrote:

ineptus astartes wrote:and BT, I would think that
+ = a lot of different positions

+ = Angry Sex.

Basicly kinky sex

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."

black templar wrote:

Kasrkai wrote:

ineptus astartes wrote:and BT, I would think that
+ = a lot of different positions

+ = Angry Sex.

Basicly kinky sex

You can be kinky or angry without being either. Kinky simply refers to being... exotic.

wait...were starting? ok erm...yeah im lost.

black templar wrote:

+ = Angry Sex.

Basicly kinky sex

Err no.

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.

lord commissar klimino wrote:wait...were starting? ok erm...yeah im lost.

read the first event and decide where you want to help out.

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.

"Yeah a hammer would help, thanks"

Johann scratched his head sheepishly.

you know what, I am not happy with y chars first name. changing it to Mark, ok?

ineptus astartes wrote:you know what, I am not happy with y chars first name. changing it to Mark, ok?

If you must.

Ryder watched ze German walk over too him. He kept his eyes on his shoes the whole walk.

Ryder flipped his hammer round in his hand, offering the handle to Johann.

"Rocks don't make good hammers, you'd be better with this." said Ryder,

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...)

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 .

Nicholas wrote:

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.

Was waiting for Dave to mention that.

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.

well...I found a food supply.
EDIT
ok then what? partially collapsed?

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.

OK, then, I will edit it.

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.

Okay everyone, but Kasrkai and Hells stop for now. To let them catch up.

*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