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Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:@Devastator, you did say you only had "some military training,

I really should double-check before posting.
yeah BS4 would be nice considering that in the wastes you must learn to kill or your dead

Darkvoidof40k wrote:He used to be a mercenary, in case you hadn't noticed.

Yes, a mercenary that didnt use guns.

Thanks for writing out the stats, Dark (although I coulda done w/o being the weakest character; suppose thats what you get for playing a child )


Stix felt like a class-A fool. Jekyl and Hyde both looked at him, Guns raised. Stix weighed his options. He could try to kill them, which probably wouldn't end well; even if they didn't kill him first, he certainly wouldn't get out unscathed; even if he managed to kill them both, he'd probably just die slowly as a result of the no doubt agregious injuries he would acquire in the brutally short firefight. So he chose plan B: Helpless Idiot Child.

"Who the hell are you?" Hyde shouted at him, clearly looking for an excuse to fill him full of lead.
"ah...ah..J-j-Jon. Jonathon Brens!" Stix figured a moniker would work better, as telling two armed bandits that your name is "Stix n' Stones" is probably not the brightest idea.
"I.I took up refuge here after those terrible quakes! I-I have supplies if you need them!"

"Drop your Gun. Slide it over to me." huh. unlike Hyde, it seemed Jekyl was no fool. Stix looked at his worn face. behind his eyes were a deep sadness; unlike his gung-ho friend, it seemed Jekyl knew there was little hope for this world, that he was just riding out the apocalypse, and trying to cling on to this dead world as long as he could manage. Stix did as he asked, letting the FN-FAL slide over to Jekyl's feet.

"Now show us the supplies. What do you have?"
"Well, I have everything that you can see r-right now!" Stix motioned shakily around the dimly lit store.
"And I have some medicine in the pharmacy in the back. Also, I've managed to keep the freezer section going, so there's a hefty supply of alcohol thats still fairly cool"
"Well Then! fresh Booze!" Hyde muscled his way past Stix, moving towards the back of the store. Jekyl pressed the muzzle of his AK against Stix's back. Jekyl was no fool; He wasn't going to let this kid out of his sight. Hyde looked at the arrayed wines and whiskeys with an almost childlike glee

"This is so great! I'm gonna get so drunk I won't be able to see straight for YEARS! cmon, help me carry this gak ou-" SHUNK!

In one fluid motion, Stix brought out the machete, and in a arcing motion lopped off Hydes head. Hyde's body flopped to the ground unceremoniously, his carotid artery spewing blood, like a macabre fountain. Stix slowly turned to look at Jekyl.
"Why didn't you fire?" Jekyl shrugged.
"He was going to keep the booze and not give it to the boss. Besides, he was a dick anyway." Stix felt an idea brewing, and against his better judgement, embraced it, instead of chasing it away in lieu of a smarter, more conventional decision.

"There's soomething different about you. You didn't have the same bloodlust as your...partner. My guess is your tired of the killing. You feel bad to be a murderer in a world that has already lost so much. I bet you volunteered for this job because it was unlikely you'd meet anyone. Am I right in this?"

Jekyl nodded gravely. Good, Stix thought. This was going somewhere.

"I'm going to make you a deal, sir. If you don't head back to...Jerm, was it?"
Jekyl nodded again.
"yes, Jerm. Well, if you don't head back, he'll probably assume you died, or just deserted. he probably won't bother you. So, I have a proposition: come with me. I'm gonna fix this world, and I could use someone with a gun and some sense."

Jekyl raised his eyebrow. "so you're asking me to help you?"
Stix shrugged. "Might as well start small, right?"
Jekyl smirked back, some light shining through his otherwise dead eyes. "Okay then. You've got yourself a deal. The name's Peter Jenson" he offered his hand to Stix.
"Stix n Stones, nice to meet you." Another raised eyebrow. "Long story."

Catos wrote:

Darkvoidof40k wrote:He used to be a mercenary, in case you hadn't noticed.

Yes, a mercenary that didnt use guns.

Yeah but older than you. And that dosn't meen he hasn't used guns in the past.

Lev should have WS 4 and Sv of 5+ for his Flak Jacket.

Chowderhead wrote:Lev should have WS 4 and Sv of 5+ for his Flak Jacket.

I worked with what was in the form. Future changes are Kaiser's call now.

Darkvoidof40k wrote:

Chowderhead wrote:Lev should have WS 4 and Sv of 5+ for his Flak Jacket.

I worked with what was in the form. Future changes are Kaiser's call now.

Wait, I never posted anything! Hey!

Chowderhead wrote:

Darkvoidof40k wrote:

Chowderhead wrote:Lev should have WS 4 and Sv of 5+ for his Flak Jacket.

I worked with what was in the form. Future changes are Kaiser's call now.

Wait, I never posted anything! Hey!

I would think that due to her background of both gang member and military service,Whiskey would have a higher weapons skill and toughness....but that's just my thoughts on the mater.

Very nice post Potato God

FITZZ wrote: I would think that due to her background of both gang member and military service,Whiskey would have a higher weapons skill and toughness....but that's just my thoughts on the mater.

She was stationed in London.. not going to have seen a great deal of combat there, is she?

And gang fighting.. that's just stabbing people and aiming in their direction and shooting. No tactics or particular skill there.

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Very nice post Potato God

thanks man, I try.

Potato_God wrote:

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Very nice post Potato God

thanks man, I try.

I'm with Kaiser. Good job for a first IC post.

Darkvoidof40k wrote:

FITZZ wrote: I would think that due to her background of both gang member and military service,Whiskey would have a higher weapons skill and toughness....but that's just my thoughts on the mater.

She was stationed in London.. not going to have seen a great deal of combat there, is she?

And gang fighting.. that's just stabbing people and aiming in their direction and shooting. No tactics or particular skill there.

...I suppose it would depend on the situations ,I was simply thinking that after being involved in both gang activity and having military training ...she'd be fairly proficent with melee weapons as well as being "toughened" up by her harsh upbringing,her military training and the current conditions in which she exist...
Again just a thought...not a gripe.

FITZZ wrote:

Darkvoidof40k wrote:

FITZZ wrote: I would think that due to her background of both gang member and military service,Whiskey would have a higher weapons skill and toughness....but that's just my thoughts on the mater.

She was stationed in London.. not going to have seen a great deal of combat there, is she?

And gang fighting.. that's just stabbing people and aiming in their direction and shooting. No tactics or particular skill there.

...I suppose it would depend on the situations ,I was simply thinking that after being involved in both gang activity and having military training ...she'd be fairly proficent with melee weapons as well as being "toughened" up by her harsh upbringing,her military training and the current conditions in which she exist...
Again just a thought...not a gripe.

WS/BS 2 would represent an untrained, normal person. That's what I based it off.

Darkvoidof40k wrote:

FITZZ wrote:

Darkvoidof40k wrote:

FITZZ wrote: I would think that due to her background of both gang member and military service,Whiskey would have a higher weapons skill and toughness....but that's just my thoughts on the mater.

She was stationed in London.. not going to have seen a great deal of combat there, is she?

And gang fighting.. that's just stabbing people and aiming in their direction and shooting. No tactics or particular skill there.

...I suppose it would depend on the situations ,I was simply thinking that after being involved in both gang activity and having military training ...she'd be fairly proficent with melee weapons as well as being "toughened" up by her harsh upbringing,her military training and the current conditions in which she exist...
Again just a thought...not a gripe.

WS/BS 2 would represent an untrained, normal person. That's what I based it off.

Fair enough...

also, a thought: will we have our stats go up/down based on our experience?

for example, If FITZZ chops up 10 raiders, I think he'd be getting a little better w/ ws, were as if I broke my leg, I'm pretty sure my Initiative will plummet...

just something I wanted to adress.

also, sorry if I took any liberties by killing ol Hyde w/o any combat rolls...

Potato_God wrote:also, a thought: will we have our stats go up/down based on our experience?

for example, If FITZZ chops up 10 raiders, I think he'd be getting a little better w/ ws, were as if I broke my leg, I'm pretty sure my Initiative will plummet...

just something I wanted to adress.

also, sorry if I took any liberties by killing ol Hyde w/o any combat rolls...

Dice are only for events. Kill away.

In the unlikely event FITZZ does chop up 10 raiders consecutively in the same place, then yes, I think something would improve. But the unlikelihood of this should be reflected in his posts. I mean, 10 against just his character in a room, all with knives, isn't going to end well. Might tag one or two; and it's still the same for even my giant of a character. There's just no feasible way for one person to tackle that many at once.

I like Potato Gods idea concerning the chance for stats to go up/down.

Also agree with Darko...don't see any of our characters coming out on the high side of a 10 vs 1 knife fight...in a situation like that one would have to haul tail or get very creative in order to survive.

FITZZ wrote: I like Potato Gods idea concerning the chance for stats to go up/down.

Also agree with Darko...don't see any of our characters coming out on the high side of a 10 vs 1 knife fight...in a situation like that one would have to haul tail or get very creative in order to survive.

Or just be Catos' character who can apparently kill a sub-par version of the most powerful creatures in the little fictional universe we have here.

Darkvoidof40k wrote:

FITZZ wrote: I like Potato Gods idea concerning the chance for stats to go up/down.

Also agree with Darko...don't see any of our characters coming out on the high side of a 10 vs 1 knife fight...in a situation like that one would have to haul tail or get very creative in order to survive.

Or just be Catos' character who can apparently kill a sub-par version of the most powerful creatures in the little fictional universe we have here.

...Nah, I prefer leaving the "superhero/uber ninja" malarkey alone..

So after reading through the eight pages of content I regret not placing down a request to join earlier. Of course, chances are it may be a bit too far along now, but if there was a glimmer of a chance?

Ooh and 'cos I'm a bit of a rabble rouser, Darko, I seriously think you should reconsider how you host your rps, I mean, hell, you saw yourself what happened when you used that kind of freedom in the zombies rp (Backflipping 50.cal bullet dodging key character murdering psychos anyone?) which may or may not have had a certain bearing across the rest of the rp. I think everyone should be allowed to PM their actions, as it IS their characters, they should have a say in it. Otherwise it is effectively just you Rping with yourself.

Now I've got that out of the way (I wasn't knocking Darko, don't take offence) I shall await patiently the verdict of Kais as to whether or not I can join.

BIC:...

Whiskey continued her trek towards Elysium...hoping Garro was still running his little trading post there,it had been almost three months since she'd been in Elysium and people had a way of being "run out of town" there.
She thought back to her first encounter with the pudgy little shop keeper,the crazy bastard had ventured near London in an attempt to salvage a transport truck filled with canned meats that had been seemingly overlooked by the Raiders,the fact that the truck was down in a gully and obscured by a huge pile of rubble may have factored into this.
Garro had come from Elysium with a tow truck and a single dim witted ,but amazingly large assistant and had managed to get the transport truck out of the ditch and back on the main road when a group of Raiders had spotted them.
Though the shop keeper had come prepared to salvage the goods inside the truck and indeed the truck itself,he and his brawny helper,armed only with a single shotgun and pistols,were ill equiped to engage in a prolonged firefight with a pack of bandits and had it not been for Whiskey's intervention ,in the form of adding her firepower to the besieged pair,both Garro and his slow witted assitant would have both found themselves either dead or captured.
After the bandits had been dispatched ,Whiskey had offered her services in protecting the pair and their trucks until they reached Elysium in exchange for some of the canned goods in the truck.
Garro had quickly agreed and within an hour they had entered Elysium,where Garro had not only given Whiskey more canned meat then she could comfortably carry ,but had also gifted the young woman with several boxes of ammunition ,something Whiskey had been silently grateful for.
Pausing momentarily,Whiskey took quick inventory of her remaining supplies,several full magazines for both her pistol and riffle,as well as a dozen various cans of beans and meats...she sighed,it seemed now was as good a time as any to visit Garro...though she wondered if he'd be as generous this time as she had nothing to exchange for his goods...
Still she had saved his fat ass before,and perhaps she could parlay a deal with him...she'd have to find out.
Fifteen minutes later,Whiskey entered Elysium,slightly annoyed by the stares she recieved as she made her way to the location of Garro's shop...thankfully,she arrived shortly and entered the small trading post...
Garro ,who was seated in an old recliner,casually leafing through an ancient copy of Playboy,glanced up at the sound of Whiskey's arival and paused for a moment ..
A broad smile spread across the shop keepers chubby face.." Ah..Ms. Whiskey...isn't it?..so very nice to see you again...it's been quite some time..good to see your well..." the fat man said lifting his considerable bulk from his chair and advancing towards Whiskey,his stubby hand extended.." What brings you to Elysium ..?"

(ic for the first time)

Terence dropped silently from the roof of the low building onto the dirt below, a small puff of dust rises as he surveys the landscape. He nods to himself and dissapears behind a stack of crates, he glances down at his watch, noting the seconds tick by, he needed to finish this contract.

His shadow slips over a low wall and he hides behind a house, the moons soft light from its last quarter giving im all the visibility he needs. The house's brick work from an older time before the apocalypse seems out of place in this run down area of the city, he nods to himself again upon seeing two men moving out from behind the warehouse across the street carrying a large crate between them.

He glances down at his watch again, the whispered words draw no attention to him as he moves deftly into the shadows behind the warehouse, "Right on schedule". He crouches down in the shadows watching the men move the crate to the side of the road, then stop, clearly wating for something.

The put the crate down, on of them sitting on it lighting a ciggarette. Muffled conversation floats over to Terence, as he moves through the shadows towards them, the street is dark, and neither of the men are weaing night vision goggles. He knows that these two will be the only ones, they always work as a pair, with only their driver in on the deal. Who was clearly late.

Terence thought about that, halting in the gloom about three metres from the bac of the man standing, why was their driver late? Unimportant he decides drawing his knife from his boot silently. He creeps up behind the first man and slits his throat silently while the other man is looking the other way, towards the direction where their driver will be coming from.

He never turns around, Terence pulls his silenced pistol and puts a shot between the mans ear and his shoulder, severing the spinal column and killing him instantly, no blood. Terence nods again, his crooked mouth turning up in a smile. he removes the mag from his pistol and deftly slots anouther bullet in to top it up from his pocket.

Then he looks at the crate, it was still sealed and he had no interest of its contents, only that his client diddnt want that crate to go beyond the truck. Terence slips into the shadows and draws his sniper rifle, loading a shell on the greased track, silently clicking the bolt home.

He settles in to wait, his watch clicking past midnight and finally the twin headlights of the truck appear. He raises himself into a crouch and puts his eye to the scope, watching the young man behind the wheel, not thier usual driver, perhaps they had anouther argument.

No matter, the 7.62 round punches through the young mans neck snapping his head of and knocking him out the door, blood spurting all over the road but not inside or on the truck. Terence nods again. He shifts the crate into the back of the truck and gets into the cab, he doesnt care about fingerprints, there hasnt been a finger print scan for 3 years.

He grabs the bodies and loads them into the truck once they have stopped bleeding.

He drops the clutch and slams the truck into first, and begins to drive back along the road after doind a U turn and sliding slightly on the gravel. His driving is immpeccable like the rest of his job, he drives quickly but safely keeping to the road and keeping out of the way of other late night drivers. He pulls into the men's housing block and gets out of the truck at the top of the road.

He searches briefly behind the doorway of an abandoned house and finds the RPG stashed there, nodding he takes the men from the back and puts the in the double cab, the driver in his seat, hands on the wheel, and props the other two up in their usual positions.

Then he moves back down the street and fires the RPG, dropping the launcher he doesnt bother to stay for the explosion. He moves calmly into the shadows on the other side of the road and melts into the night. Contract achieved.

Will smothered the fire hoping no-one would notice the smoke and soon after the motorbike pulled to a screeching stop directly outside the building opposite to him. The motor bike which turned out to be an old sidecar was in poor condition. Scratches and dents covered the bike all over. On the main fuel tank spray-painted on the side was an emblem of a gun with ‘Londonz Gunz’ underneath it.
The side car passenger jumped out and ran towards the door of the decrepit building. After a series of timed knocks the doors was open and the passenger was yanked inside by a set of huge hands. The door was slammed after him.
Will inspected the rest of the building all of the windows were boarded up with what seemed to be thick plywood. It appeared this was a house of trouble as there were numerous bullet marks in the walls and some even through the boards. Several clips worth of ammo shells were littered on the ground before the building and as Will looked up he saw mounted on the roof a set of large guns. Although he couldn’t tell what they were he could tell that they could probably take down an airplane.
Half an hour passed with no sign of any movement until the door was thrown open and the side car passenger came bolting out hastily jamming several pieces of paper into his rucksack. The moment he was in the driver took off, careening down the road to its next unknown destination. Will decided that the ruins of London were not the place for a person like him.
When morning came he was off traveling as carefully as possible to where he knew there were some survivors. He had been briefed on the place called Elysium and dreaded going there as much as he didn’t like the ruins. But so far it was the only place he knew to go to.

Terence moves through the wreckage of the city, heading back to that strange place he had got his contract from, Elysium, nothing but money would make him go back there, but money it was, so he was going.

Meat held his breath, trying not to move, for what seemed like an eternity.

"I know you're here, Human" a dull, throbbing ache in the back of his mind announced.

Meat exhaled in shock, panic, and surprise. "What the feth was that?"

"I'm impressed, actually, most people try to run or hide in a panic when they see us. They scamper to and fro, with no reguard for how they intend to protect themselves."

"Please don't kill me." Meat gasped alloud between frantic panting, the terror of the situation made it much easier to take deep, painful breaths of the hot-air.

"This isn't personal" The dull thud encroached on his mind more violently now, it was starting to feel more like a pinprick in his brain than a thump or a thud. "You see, my homeland is a paradise of bountiful forests, and fruit, and the a celebration of the Great Hunt"

Meat's mind was filled with tormented visions of lush forests, boundless rivers, great stepped pyramids, and temples devoted to the Reapers. It was like a slideshow of pictures cascading before his eyes. The pain worsened with each passing moment, his ears began to ring.

"We were exiled from our home until we finished our duty here." The reaper sent an image of a monsterous creature, nearly 2 stories tall, shaped like a boar with razor sharp tusks being shredded by a dozen or so feral beasts "I think, that you could understand why I would want so viscerally to leave this hole and celebrate my life in my own home."

Blood flowed freely from Meat's ears, he spat and choked on each hot breath filled with the taste of tar, and death. The pain was unbearable! His vision began to tunnel and he lurched forward onto all fours in violent coughs.

"To sit and self-cultivate as you have, as you face death, without fear... Human. Deserves the most painful of deaths." Meat looked back up and stared into the eyes of his attacker. A pair of glowing bracelets adorned the creatures wrists. Meat spat at the vile creature, but the pain was so immense that he did little more than drool on the ground.

New visions filled his mind, and suddenly the pain subsided. The Reaper reared back in pain, grasping at the back of its neck, releasing a deathscreech that could be heard for miles. The vision was of a man, with a badly mangled leg stabbing at Meat wildly with knives. Meat tried to bring his arms infront of himself instinctively and collapsed on the ground headfirst.

As blackness enveloped Meat, the pain subsided. "I have more important things to tend to, human. I will be back for you, later...."

Meat awoke several hours, perhaps days, later at twilight, lying in a now dried pool of his own blood. His ears throbbed as he heard a faint scratching sound above his head, he summoned his strength and lifted his body up, seeing hundreds of ants working dilligently to clean up the mess he had left.

Several had worked their way into his eyes and nose and he sneezed violently several times. His tongue was swollen and dry, and his eyes felt like there were glass shards under his eyelids.

He fumbled for his water and swallowed a mouthfull.

"I've got to move."

He thought.

Nice roleplays everyone, I'll have to get some up soon.

ghosty wrote:So after reading through the eight pages of content I regret not placing down a request to join earlier. Of course, chances are it may be a bit too far along now, but if there was a glimmer of a chance?

Ooh and 'cos I'm a bit of a rabble rouser, Darko, I seriously think you should reconsider how you host your rps, I mean, hell, you saw yourself what happened when you used that kind of freedom in the zombies rp (Backflipping 50.cal bullet dodging key character murdering psychos anyone?) which may or may not have had a certain bearing across the rest of the rp. I think everyone should be allowed to PM their actions, as it IS their characters, they should have a say in it. Otherwise it is effectively just you Rping with yourself.

Now I've got that out of the way (I wasn't knocking Darko, don't take offence) I shall await patiently the verdict of Kais as to whether or not I can join.

I agree with you ghosty, in theory. But I've learned a lot from GMing RZ&LWC and such problems will not occur in any other roleplay. In fact, in the summer holidays when I intend to start the fourth thread in that series, I'm going to sort everything that was a problem in that thread out, and we can carry on with the story.

And I can assure you, there will be no back-flipping .50 cal bullet dodging ninja's this time.

And ghosty, go ahead and make your character, I know Kaiser won't have any problem with you joining.

A new chapter, new characters or old characters?

my post will come when I get Kais' approval

FM Ninja 048 wrote:A new chapter, new characters or old characters?

my post will come when I get Kais' approval

As unofficial adviser to the GM, I give you my approval.

As for the new part of RZ&LWC - it will be the same characters, but I have a deviously long plan that will require more words than all my events added together. Once the plot has been finished; I'll relinquish my position as GM and allow for someone else to take over the story.

Depending on if any of us survive..