Russians, zombies, large weapon caches - it can only be one thing..

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**ghosty**

Ahh the memories. I wonder if Shadow will get munched down on in this one?

And it's not trolling if I started this zombie Roleplay craze!

**sillyboy**

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Uhhh ok , in fact are you sure that there has to be an event for us? I mean um, I am sure we can handle by ourslves, right guys.

*Nudges hard*

In other words...

Dietn pulls down Falco, and runs away.
While screaming:

NOOOOOO I DO NOT WANT TO GET EATEN!!!!!!

edit; spelling

**FITZZ**

ghosty wrote:Ahh the memories. I wonder if Shadow will get munched down on in this one?

And it's not trolling if I started this zombie Roleplay craze!

Yeah...you did sort of start this whole zombie RP madness (at least on Dakka) many moons ago...hmm,not sure if I should thank you or throw a rock at your head.

**Darkvoidof40k**

Head. HEAD!

I jest.

**FITZZ**

Oh...Darko,...Caught in limbo over here...can't RP...pretty much stuck...waiting on events and RPs so I can actually do something...gogogo typetypetype.

**Darkvoidof40k**

Just in case there is ever a trivial pursuit for this series of roleplays, here's one of those useless, random yet mildly entertaining facts:

Darkvoidof40k named his first Fallout: New Vegas character Shadow. He made the dude look like a mug though. At least, until he found a cow boy hat and some shades..

**Darkvoidof40k**

FITZZ wrote: Oh...Darko,...Caught in limbo over here...can't RP...pretty much stuck...waiting on events and RPs so I can actually do something...gogogo typetypetype.

My PC seems to have picked up a virus at the minute, so.. unfortunately my services are unavailable.

And if you think I'm writing it on this thing, think again. Sure, I can type faster than a speeding train on it, but I would much rather be on ma big PC.

Hm.. firefox spell checker thinks 'ma' is a word. I suppose 'ma' as in 'mama' is a word.. whatever..

[edited for minimal spellfail]

**Scrazza**

Facial Reconstruction is all I will say about your FO:NV character.

**FITZZ**

**Darkvoidof40k**

Scrazza wrote:Facial Reconstruction is all I will say about your FO:NV character.

Nah.. he had his name changed about four times, a sex change or two and genetic modification to get to where he is today.

Sure, the character creation by far outclasses any other comparable game, but by God is it a bitch to work.

**Karon**

FITZZ wrote: Spice away...we are ready to roll...

Oh, I got a laugh at the guy in the front on the left.

"Grandpa Tough Biker Man!"

**FITZZ**

Karon wrote:
FITZZ wrote: Spice away...we are ready to roll...

Oh, I got a laugh at the guy in the front on the left.

"Grandpa Tough Biker Man!"

The still is from a film called Hell Ride by Quentin Tarantino,the character your indicating is called "The Gent" played by actor Michael Madsen,the film it self is fairly goofy but a fun watch none the less,IIRC it was David Carradine (Kill Bill l &ll,Kung Fu..etc) last film before he died.

..."Who you calling Grandpa?!"

**Karon**

**Darkvoidof40k**

It's nice to see we're all getting along.

I'm working on getting all of the viruses off of my PC, so hopefully I'll be able to finish the event.. soon..

**Shas'ui T'au Kais**

Sooo Scrazz, whats happening with our truck? Who's driving again?

**sillyboy**

yerith was driving. But for now we're all out, standing by the flatbed. Waiting for the pineville event.

**Shas'ui T'au Kais**

K

**Darkvoidof40k**

Standing by the flatbed? Huh? I'm totally at a loss as to what is going on for Scrazza's group right now..

Heads up for all of you, apparently I may have to go away for the weekend WHILST DOING ABOUT FIVE(!) ASSESSMENTS PLUS AT LEAST AS MANY OTHER PIECES OF HOMEWORK.

Believe me, I don't wanna go, nor do I want to do homework or assessments.. but we'll see.

One thing is for sure, I will definitely get the current event done either today, tomorrow or at the worst, Saturday. Well, if I'm here on Saturday. We'll see.

**Shas'ui T'au Kais**

That would be apsolutely

GREAT!

**Darkvoidof40k**

Absolutely*

Great.. if you say so. Unless this is another case of misinterpreted Internet Sarcasm.

**Shas'ui T'au Kais**

I am being perfectly honest I have been looking forward to another event ever since the last one

**Darkvoidof40k**

Even if it's not the Pine Ville one? Meh...

For the next few days and next week, I am going to be really tied up by no fault of my own. It's all because of school and parents.

Seriously, my mum wants me to go hundreds of miles with her to the 21st/18th birthday party of my cousins that I haven't seen for.. I dunno, must be like 10 years almost now or something.

**FITZZ**

Darkvoidof40k wrote:Standing by the flatbed? Huh? I'm totally at a loss as to what is going on for Scrazza's group right now..

Heads up for all of you, apparently I may have to go away for the weekend WHILST DOING ABOUT FIVE(!) ASSESSMENTS PLUS AT LEAST AS MANY OTHER PIECES OF HOMEWORK.

Believe me, I don't wanna go, nor do I want to do homework or assessments.. but we'll see.

One thing is for sure, I will definitely get the current event done either today, tomorrow or at the worst, Saturday. Well, if I'm here on Saturday. We'll see.

Darko...my dear dear friend..had you spent the time actually typing the "catch up event" that you have on typing the reasons you have yet to type the "catch up event"....we would already have the "Catch up event".

I say this in the nicest way possible...type up the "catch up event", I've been stuck in RP limbo for days and well..I'm growing impatient to continue with the story.

**sillyboy**

Darkvoidof40k wrote:Standing by the flatbed? Huh? I'm totally at a loss as to what is going on for Scrazza's group right now..

Ok, here we go:

Robbie went to the logging camp, to get some wood to rebuild the place. they drive to it with a truck.
Dietn and helena are in the shelter, getting swarmed. Waiting to get rescued.
Falco runs around and meets up with carter and Co.

Robbie gets to the logging camp. He gets what he wants, plus other supllies, ammo, pipebombs, meds, etc.....
The supplies are loaded on a flatbed.

this is a flatbed:

they head back to PV. Arriving there they noticed PV getting swarmed. they all hop in to the truck and save the guys in the shelter.
Rat dies. They drive out of PV, and hook up wit Falco and his gang.
They head back to the flatbed, to gather supplies.

There arrived, they jump out. everybody reloads except, helena who is forced to give her weapon back (she is still their prisoner), and the other saved survivors.

This is where we stand for the moment, waiting for the PV-event.

**Darkvoidof40k**

FITZZ wrote:
Darkvoidof40k wrote:Standing by the flatbed? Huh? I'm totally at a loss as to what is going on for Scrazza's group right now..

Heads up for all of you, apparently I may have to go away for the weekend WHILST DOING ABOUT FIVE(!) ASSESSMENTS PLUS AT LEAST AS MANY OTHER PIECES OF HOMEWORK.

Believe me, I don't wanna go, nor do I want to do homework or assessments.. but we'll see.

One thing is for sure, I will definitely get the current event done either today, tomorrow or at the worst, Saturday. Well, if I'm here on Saturday. We'll see.

Darko...my dear dear friend..had you spent the time actually typing the "catch up event" that you have on typing the reasons you have yet to type the "catch up event"....we would already have the "Catch up event".

I say this in the nicest way possible...type up the "catch up event", I've been stuck in RP limbo for days and well..I'm growing impatient to continue with the story.

You're stuck because you moved the timeline ahead so far, not because of me.

**FITZZ**

Darkvoidof40k wrote:Even if it's not the Pine Ville one? Meh...

For the next few days and next week, I am going to be really tied up by no fault of my own. It's all because of school and parents.

Seriously, my mum wants me to go hundreds of miles with her to the 21st/18th birthday party of my cousins that I haven't seen for.. I dunno, must be like 10 years almost now or something.

Believe me ,I'm in no way unsympathetic to the fact that "real life" happens,in fact I fully understand that real world issues take importance over some little RP thread.
However,since you are GM,I can only ask that you not leave us in a posistion which freezes the RP for a week.

**Darkvoidof40k**

I do my best, and if I am in fact placed in the position to freeze the roleplay because of the players' actions and inability to reasonably settle this whole incident in the first place, then none of this would be happening.

And believe me, I am in no damn mood to get into an argument with you right now.

**FITZZ**

Darkvoidof40k wrote:I do my best, and if I am in fact placed in the position to freeze the roleplay because of the players' actions and inability to reasonably settle this whole incident in the first place, then none of this would be happening.

And believe me, I am in no damn mood to get into an argument with you right now.

I fully realize that the dispute between myself and the others and Karon shook the RP up,and I'm not even attempting to excuse any of that,however from a strictly RP releated perspective,our disagreements had nothing to do with the characters in Pineville,so shouldn't have effected them in any way.

But,I'm not trying to argue here....PM me when everything is caught up.

**FITZZ**

FITZZ wrote: Deadman opened his eyes and blinked repeatedly trying to bring the world into focus.

He sat up on his cot and ran his hand roughly through his hair,shaking his head in an attempt to wake himself.

The biker glanced at his watch,seeing that he and the others had been dozing for just over three hours

"Guess that's about all the time I can waste." Deadman muttered as he wiped sleep from his eyes and climbed from his small bed,he looked over at the other two bikers.

Scratch lay on his stomach,an empty bottle of beer inches from his dangling hand,Cutter was on the far cot,snoring so loudly that Deadman feared the roof above him would collapse.

" Feth it." Deadman said rubbing his beard " I'll let 'em sleep a bit longer.",the biker walked over to a small counter and quickly made some instant coffee,to which he added a generous splash of whiskey,before seating himself at the small table in the corner of the room.

He sat quietly sipping at his cup,reflecting on the plan Tombstone had outlined earlier,Deadman was reasonably sure that it would work...old Tombstone had certainly covered all his bases as far as Deadman could see...the tricky part would be getting the supplies necessary to pull it off..Deadman knew he could rig up the devices Stone wanted...that wasn't a problem...it was locating the supplies...the essential ingredient.

" Well" Deadman thought " I'll have a look around the camp...might be something suitable here in the store rooms...if not...I'll go check through the supply company invoices in the main office....I'm bound to find a lead there."

The biker thought about the rest of Tombstones plan " The next part..." Deadman thought.." That's going to be a real bitch to pull off."

The biker sipped his coffee and mulled over the best way to achieve the necessary goals.

" Well" Deadman said softly to himself " I suppose I can walk over to the main office area and see what I can dig up in the files."

The biker opened his cabin door and stepped out into the rain.

EDIT:...To close the "Time Line" gap.

There,now there is only a small gap in time between when Robbie and his people left the camp and the time Deadman wakes up from his nap and runs into Keira.

**ghosty**

Keira opened her eyes., it was raining heavily outside, and water poured down the pane of glass she looked out through. outside, Keira couldn't quite make out the time of day, but judging by the grey sky, she guessed it could be at the minium three hours from when she blacked out. AT most, 6- 7 hours. Keira pondered to herself why she was being so specific, it's not as if a small time difference ever hindered previous adventures. Keira blinked. What an odd thought. Back to the matter at hand, she thought over what she was going to do, but in reality, her mind was already set. Keira got dressed quickly, hoping dearly that whoever undressed her for bed, was a women, and not a Biker. Wolf whistles was the last thing she could deal with now. Keira left as much as she could behind, it would only slow her down. Leaving quickly and quietly, Keira crept through the perpetual darkness, her hand resting on the holster of her pistol. She made it about halfway to the exit, terror dogging her every footstep, when someone stepped out of the shadows of the greying dawn.

"Hey Kiera... Mace said you shouldn't be up, you had a pretty big ordeal earlier..." Deadman said, walking softly toward her hands outstretched. His mannerisms were placating, but their was a definite alertness about him that belied his words. His eyes kept darting to her gun holster. Keira slowly pulled the gun free, and aimed it at him.

"Whoa! Whoa there! Calm down, calm the F*ck down.." he said, pulling away.

"Get out the way. Please."

Deadman complied, and gave her all the room she needed. Keira walked past, and then, with as much dignity as she could muster, she began to run, for the exit.

The biker stayed where he was for a half second, and then started to yell out for her to stop, running after her. The sound aroused people from across the camp, and they staggered out of their lodges, guns in hand, ready to fight for their lives. Upon seeing Keira's flight, and already knowing the incidents of earlier, several men broke out into a chase after her. Keira broke into the treeline six seconds ahead of anyone else, and soon disappeared from view.

Deadman slowed down, and, hands on his knees, breathed heavily.

"Sh*t. Whose gonna tell Tomb..."

Edit: to clear any smokescreens.

And just to back up, mine's had a cheeky bit of editing, so everything makes sense.