Forum adverts like this one are shown to any user who is not logged in. Join us by filling out a tiny 3 field form and you will get your own, free, dakka user account which gives a good range of benefits to you: No adverts like this in the forums anymore. Times and dates in your local timezone. Full tracking of what you have read so you can skip to your first unread post, easily see what has changed since you last logged in, and easily see what is new at a glance. Email notifications for threads you want to watch closely. Being a part of the oldest wargaming community on the net. If you are already a member then feel free to login now.

@halon NO

@Dark Less chatty more typey

also WOO new page!!

The Ninja is strong with you, Ninja. .......

Sorry, I love Fallout 3, but I have not got New Vegas sadly, so I don't get the reference.

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Sorry, I love Fallout 3, but I have not got New Vegas sadly, so I don't get the reference.

Fallout 3 is absolutely awesome. But F:NV is pretty much what Halo 3 is to Halo 1.

Damnit why can't Halo 3 be on PC, why?!

Forget Halo 3, think Halo Reach

Actually don't forget Halo 3 at all as it is still awesome, just think about Halo Reach being a million times better

I know . But I absolutely love 3's campaign.. oh the laughs we had (me and my friend)! The map with the two Scarab's was the best.. so many good times. I remember once, amongst about a million other funny things, we blew up a scarab and captain '[insert whatever his rediculous name was here]' was blown off the scarab only to land on the ground and be run over by a warthog controlled by some NPCs!

Much love for that game.

Too true, but honestly, if you can, play Reach, many laughs from that. Think about how Johnson can't die? Think more of those funny stuff.

Ahhhhh, pushing Kat off a cliff, and then seeing here running around down there trying to find enemies...

Halo Reach is basically the fun that Master Chief never got in the audio books..

You can actually see Master Chief in the end of Reach.



Almost forgot

Darkvoidof40k wrote:Edit: I believe the more correct spelling would be skully.

Nah, skulley is better

And why are we discussing FO and halo. When we should RP?

I love halo 3 by the way, I still play it.

I'm just waiting for event over here...

No pressure Dark

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:I'm just waiting for event over here...

No pressure Dark

I find these posts pointless.

I'm not saying my pictures of sly cats aren't, but I'm sure Dark realizes your waiting....you don't need to tell him.

Karon wrote:

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:I'm just waiting for event over here...

No pressure Dark

I find these posts pointless.

I'm not saying my pictures of sly cats aren't, but I'm sure Dark realizes your waiting....you don't need to tell him.

... ...I can't believe I'm actually typing this...but...I agree with Karon...(go outside folks..it's raining frogs.)

The thread/RP is starting to meander quiet a bit,and we all need to focus more on actual RP post....if one can't post an RP,then I'm reasonably sure that the rest of us are intelligent enough to ascertain that...buy your absence of an RP...you couldn't post one.,

Not trying to climb on a soapbox here ...but ..c'mon folks,let's get down to the business of Rping and working on telling an interesting story.

EDIT: Darko....what ever it is that you need to write for everyone to be "caught up" needs to get written ASAP...so everyone can get down to writing their RPs.

Name - 'That weird kid'
Age - 17
Height - 5'4"
Personality - Quiet
Appearance - Leather jacket with a white zombie face on the back. Black jeans with bigass zippers on them. Black combat boots (which he loves, mostly because they make a clompy sound!) [and moon shaped cuts below his eyes...]
Equipment - 6 REALLY big nails two (rusty) Iron rods and a crowbar-greataxe thing.
Skills - throws knifes well, and very artful...
Background/History - Ran away from home, and all that crap...
Other - keeps a small bag with hundreds of poems in it, most of them about his beloved 'Luna'...

One of the NPCs is naow an PC!

lord of the ghosts wrote:Name - 'That weird kid'
Age - 17
Height - 5'4"
Personality - Quiet
Appearance - Leather jacket with a white zombie face on the back. Black jeans with bigass zippers on them. Black combat boots (which he loves, mostly because they make a clompy sound!) [and moon shaped cuts below his eyes...]
Equipment - 6 REALLY big nails two (rusty) Iron rods and a crowbar-greataxe thing.
Skills - throws knifes well, and very artful...
Background/History - Ran away from home, and all that crap...
Other - keeps a small bag with hundreds of poems in it, most of them about his beloved 'Luna'...

One of the NPCs is naow an PC!

Just no.



@everyone else - Don't worry, I'll write something up in a bit, but I've only just gotten up right now.

FITZZ wrote:

Karon wrote:

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:I'm just waiting for event over here...

No pressure Dark

I find these posts pointless.

I'm not saying my pictures of sly cats aren't, but I'm sure Dark realizes your waiting....you don't need to tell him.

... ...I can't believe I'm actually typing this...but...I agree with Karon...(go outside folks..it's raining frogs.)

The thread/RP is starting to meander quiet a bit,and we all need to focus more on actual RP post....if one can't post an RP,then I'm reasonably sure that the rest of us are intelligent enough to ascertain that...buy your absence of an RP...you couldn't post one.,

Not trying to climb on a soapbox here ...but ..c'mon folks,let's get down to the business of Rping and working on telling an interesting story.

EDIT: Darko....what ever it is that you need to write for everyone to be "caught up" needs to get written ASAP...so everyone can get down to writing their RPs.

Jeez, dudes I was just replying to sillyboy's posts, as he was asking about us RPing and stuff, and I was replying by basically saying I will RP once an event has been done. Sorry if it was not clear but can you please think about whether I am replying to somebody else or not before youtry to lecture me about it.

EVENT - PART 2

Theron lazily picked himself up, blinking away his fatigue. He yawned, stretching his arms out wide. Damn, but these people had been mighty friendly towards them. Or maybe they just weren't much of a threat, either way, he was thankful. He got off of the cot and stretched once more. He noticed a carton of orange juice on a small table nearby, with a glass next to it. A note was there too. It read 'enjoy' and was underlined twice. He grinned to himself and poured himself some juice. Such a drink was a luxury nowadays, he reflected. He savoured the drink gratefully, but before too long it was gone. He smiled, and put the glass back down. He casually walked around, leaving the navy-style cots behind. Eventually, he found some showers. He quickly sniffed under his armpits and recoiled at the smell. Without another thought, he began to take off his shirt..


"What a mess, I honestly don't know how he was still breathing when he arrived and I'm even more surprised that he survived the last six hours," said Fixer. "I know," replied Angel, "it's a miracle he survived, although if he looks after himself properly then he should make a full recovery, eventually."

"True, but, it's disturbing, isn't it?"
"What?"
"All those.. piercings," Fixer grimaced, glancing at the almost fully-naked man with unruly ginger hair on the medical bed behind him. Angel just nodded, a shudder rippling down her spine as she remembered having to look at those, those things the whole time they'd worked on him. "Well, he should be awake in a few hours, but until then, we should check him over again."








That's all I have time for right now, but I'll get it finished later.

Rp:

Robbie stood on the truck explaining wath the plan would be. "Does everybody understands what we are going to do?......Okay, then we only need volunteers to play as bait"

It remained still as everybody just watched each other, hoping someone would volunteer. After some nervous moments Dietn raised his hands.

Robbie sighed " Nobody?..... Sorry dietn, but you're not going" he said. "Yerith, start the truck." "Sure thing boss" Yerith said as he crawled into the truck.

"You know wath to do Carter." "Yea, no problem. Just don't get yourself eaten." "I will, do my very best." Robbie laughed as he jumped onto the truck. "Lets go Yerith!"

Carter watched as the truck drove into Pineville, he hoped it would work. "Ok, Tank, Kat, Jorge Let get those explosives of the flatbed and into the field. Hurry up!"

"And the rest of you, gather weapons and ammo, and then wait for the sh*t to go down"

Dietn watched as some guys from Carters gang were running on to the field, their hands filled with explosives. "Lets hope they know what they are doing." he tought.

After some searching he found an old hunting rifle. "This will do." Dietn layed himself next to Fox beneath the flatbed.

They didn't say anything to each other as they watched one of carters guys running down the field. connecting the bombs with some wire.

Dietn listend as the sound of an engine started to roar, Robbie was coming. Dietn looked down his sight waiting until the zeds came.

Sorry about the outburst guys. I did'nt think before I typed, and I know it wasn't needed.

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Sorry about the outburst guys. I did'nt think before I typed, and I know it wasn't needed.

No need to apologize...everyone has moments of irritation,and truthfully I wouldn't even consider what you wrote an "outburst",no worries man.

I do however stand by my initial point that we ALL need to do more RPing,but realize that it isn't always a possibility for everyone...myself included.

Falco, walked over to the thier supplies and took some ammo for his Barrett and his M9. Then he walked back to join Jun at thier sniping position as it was thier duty to try and pick off the stronger zed targets at long range.

"Finally, you have joinedme, friend," Jun said to Falco when he saw him. " Just take up position and we'll wait for those zeds to come. I trust you have enough sniping skills?"

"Yes, I have, now lets just keep a lookout for hostiles. They should be on thier way."

"Agreed."

Falco took up his positions, and looked through the sights of his Barrett. At first there was nothing but then he saw a zed out of the corner of his eye.

"Here they come! Aim for the head, shoot to kill."

"Uhhh, acknowledged, or whatever," he heard Dietn reply.

Falco heard the same sort of reply from everybody.

"Time to start the killing..." he thought.

By the way, I'm actually writing part 3 already. Should be the last part, with any luck.

K, I will just wait for Sillyboy to Rp again and then I will continue

Darkvoidof40k wrote:By the way, I'm actually writing part 3 already. Should be the last part, with any luck.

<3

Enjoyed part 2.

Somebody's happy.

Darkvoidof40k wrote:By the way, I'm actually writing part 3 already. Should be the last part, with any luck.

So...will part 3 bring everyone into the same "time line"?...and we can all once again RP?

Incidentally....I left my "claymores to the face" RP a bit open ended...So...Did they (the pipe bomb claymores) manage to stop the uber zombie you tossed at the lumber camp?...or do you have more to add there?

That's your call dude.

EVENT - PART 3

After Theron had finished drying himself off from his shower and gotten dressed, he had been ordered to follow the man he now knew was called Hardie. Hardie led him down a short hallway and eventually taking a right, pushing a wooden door open. Inside was what looked like the mess hall, although it was anything but messy. About a dozen men sat scattered around the three tables, most in small groups but one or two just sitting on their own. Hardie led him to the far end of the room, where a small table was, with the women who was apparently in-charge was sitting and carefully eating some food. She did not glance up at their arrival, and merely continued to eat casually. Hardie looked at Theron and said "sit."

Theron wasn't about to argue and sat down on the wooden chair opposite the woman, who still did not look at him. Hardie just stood to attention. He wasn't exactly sure what he was suppost to do, so he just sat there quietly. A few minutes later, a young man in a soldier's uniform brought over a plate with a fork and knife and placed it infront of Theron. The man looked at him expectantly, so Theron looked slowly down at the food infront of him as a tantalizing scent reached his nose. His eyes widened at the Bacon and fried egg infront of him. He immediately picked up the fork and began tucking into the food. "Mmm, delicious, complements to the chef!" he said happily through a mouthful of food. Hardie raised an eyebrow at his manners, before turning to the other soldier. "Thank you, Tango, your meal is clearly sufficient as ever," Hardie said. Tango nodded before turning and walking off.

Only when both they had both finished eating did the woman acknowledge him. "I take it you enjoyed the meal?" She asked, her voice as soothing to his ears as the meal had been to his stomach. "Yes," he nodded hastily, "it was amazing compared to the kind of stuff we've been eating recently."
"And just what exactly have you been eating recently?" She asked.
"Recently as in the past year, war rations."
"That's it?"
"Yes, unfortunately," he grumbled.
"Well, that is indeed a shame. By the way, my name is Jennifer," she said in that lovely voice of hers. Trying not to dissapoint, Theron seized his reserves of charm and replied, "I'm Theron. My friend is called Snyder, and the cap'n is Patrick. Where are they, if you don't mind me asking?"
Jennifer smiled, "everything is in hand, your friends have been treated and are in the care of my medics. You have nothing to fear from us."
"Well that's a relief," Theron grumbled, but hoping he hadn't sounded insulting added, "of course, your greatly appreciated hospitality had already shown me that."
Again, that smile. It was then that he noticed the enticing aroma coming from the woman, and couldn't help his gaze drop below her head momentarily. He quickly recovered from his natural 'man-thoughts' and looked back at Jennifer's face. She still smiled but her eyes shouted annoyance. "You, uh, you smell nice," he said, attempting to complement her.
"Yes, I do," she said, seeming rather impatiant all of a sudden. "Thank-you," she added.
Theron figuratively shrugged his shoulders and resolved to learn as much as he could, "is there something you wished to discuss with me?"
"Indeed there is, Theron," Jennifer replied. "For a start, where did you come from, how did the hummer get all those bullet-holes and why are your two friends so dearly injured? I'm assuming that the answer to all of those questions will be the same." Her tone, though seemingly the same, seemed to now have an undercurrent threat - an almost undetectable ice-cold warning that he had better play ball. Theron was suddenly acutely aware of Hardie's hand resting on the holstered pistol at his side. A few nervous trails of sweat began to trickle down the back of his neck.
"We, uh, we were escaping," he began, "from a group we were traveling with."
"A large group?" Jennifer interrupted.
"Uh, yes, quite sizeable, lots of guns if that's what you're asking."
"And where were you going?"
"Well, we were all fleeing from our previous hold-out, a hotel, because the undead had swamped it.. after a whole damn year of living there," he remembered bitterly.
"Where did your group get to?"
"A lumber yard, outside of.. of what's left of Pine Ville. Near here, actually."
Jennifer nodded, as if to suggest she knew exactly what he was talking about. To be honest, she probably did.
"We arrived there early this morning," having said that, he glanced at his watch, noticing that it was about 1PM. "And we cleared out all the undead there, and only lost a few men in the process."
"And why did you leave?"
"Because," he replied, "the rest of the people there decided they didn't like the cap'n, and we lost two other men."
"So, you mutinied?"
Theron thought for a minute, "well I was just following orders.." he began, but Jennifer cut him off harshly, "you either did or you didn't!"
He jumped slightly, taken aback. "Yes, we did," he gulped. "The current leader of the group had become a bit unstable, and the cap'n seemed like he knew how to handle things, and we decided that he should take Halon's place, but the others were already trying to kill him."

Jennifer was now staring at him intently. "What did you just say?" She asked, her voice intense. Theron wasn't exactly sure what she was asking, so he just replied, "the others were already trying to kill the captain."
"No, the name of your leader, what did you say?"
"Oh, the leader? Halon, why? Do you know him?"
Jennifer exhaled heavily, "yes," she paused momentarily, "we're old friends. And who wouldn't want to help an old friend get on their way?"
"You're going to help him?" Theron asked.
"Yes, of course. Help him on his way as quickly as possible," she grinned. He wasn't sure exactly what she meant by that, and frankly he didn't care, but it was only now that Theron realised Hardie had left them as he began shouting orders at the soldiers who were eating.

Jennifer looked at him. "You know, you can enjoy this kind of meal every day if you want," she said, indicating to his plate. Theron thought for a minute, then replied, "no thanks, like you said, we've all gotta help old friends so I've gotta stick with mine." She just nodded. "Very well. You may refill your vehicle with fuel from our tankers and take a few boxes of MREs, then be on your way."

It was as if she had read his mind. "Thank you! And thanks for the meal," Theron replied. Jennifer got up. "Whatever. Now go about your business before I have you shot," she called over her shoulder. Theron was startled by that, but she turned around briefly, and grinned before walking off.

Theron didn't know whether to laugh or cry.


But Hog felt like doing both, and he moved out of the shadows near the end of the room and walked off. Halon was alive. So it was possible that some of the Servant's were still with him. He rushed off to find his ride.

Right, Patrick has been treated/operated on, Snyder has had the bullet removed, and they can have the fuel and MREs as mentioned. But Snyder and Patrick are VERY WEAK. Doing just about anything will result in bad news.

But Theron's okay, and try not to make him as negative as Patrick, eh Karon?

Righto, carry on.

@ Darko...

Wouldn't Jennifer had already known Theron was one of Halons men when he mentioned they had fled the Hotel?

Since Jennifer and her men had already been at the Hotel and knew who was there and that Halon was in charge of the operations at the hotel,I'd have assumed upon discovering Theron was part of "the group fleeing the Hotel",Jennifer would already have a good idea exactly who he had been with...and would then only been interested in where to find them.

....yes,I'm a pain in the A** ...I know.