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Ragnar4 wrote:The vision was of a man, with a badly mangled leg stabbing at Meat wildly with knives.

Awww... you remembered me!

woohoo! second new page i started!

Ragnar, I like what was there, I think it was done well...

... just remember that Reapers eriously don't talk much, only to eachother

@FITZZ- Remember that Elysium is a very posh and rich place, and that they wouldn't like smelly fatties smelling the place out

sounds interesting dark, i could take a shot at GMing after you...

also God aproves of my plan, it is forming now

Ghosty, I would be very happy for you to join

@ Kais...

I assumed that even though Elysium was a very "posh" town it's still a post apocalypse town,so would have a certain amount of "unsavory" folk.
Plus,I sort of see Garro as one of the people in the town that deals with a lot of bandits and outsiders since his little trading post is situated very near Elysiums borders...the sort of man who,though disliked by the general population,is tolerated due to the fact he deals with those that most of those in Elysium would prefer not to have roaming about.

FITZZ wrote:@ Kais...

I assumed that even though Elysium was a very "posh" town it's still a post apocalypse town,so would have a certain amount of "unsavory" folk.
Plus,I sort of see Garro as one of the people in the town that deals with a lot of bandits and outsiders since his little trading post is situated very near Elysiums borders...the sort of man who,though disliked by the general population,is tolerated due to the fact he deals with those that most of those in Elysium would prefer not to have roaming about.

This psychotic clown speaks the truth.

Darkvoidof40k wrote:

FITZZ wrote:@ Kais...

I assumed that even though Elysium was a very "posh" town it's still a post apocalypse town,so would have a certain amount of "unsavory" folk.
Plus,I sort of see Garro as one of the people in the town that deals with a lot of bandits and outsiders since his little trading post is situated very near Elysiums borders...the sort of man who,though disliked by the general population,is tolerated due to the fact he deals with those that most of those in Elysium would prefer not to have roaming about.

This psychotic clown speaks the truth.

...Your vote of support is much appreciated Darko...

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Ragnar, I like what was there, I think it was done well...

... just remember that Reapers eriously don't talk much, only to eachother

No actual talking occured during the harming of this character.

--Meat walked clumisily towards a town called "Troy" along a dusty, twisted road. The dessicated, dusty, handpainted sign declared that it was only 18 miles off, and he had passed it half a day ago. He figured he had another 2 days of hard walking ahead of him before he got there.

His hunger hadn't been sated in a while, and he was really getting tired of the Jerky type rations in his pack. He had been keeping an eye on the landscape all day, looking for something, anything that he could kill and roast over a nice fire. Plus the fat would do him some good. His skin was dry and chapped, and the wind wasn't helping him, if he could rub that on his skin, it would act as a sort of barrier.

His canteen was full, and he was well hydrated, which was nice, if the Reaper hadn't killed him that day, his thirst certainly would have. Luckily he found some stagnant water that he was able to boil and filter, and then toss a couple of purifier tabs in.

"Bingo" he said out loud

He spotted a wild dog, some 40 yards off, hunting for some food of its own. It appeared to be alone. Meat readied his chain and quietly tried to sneak up on the dog. He hoped he could finish it off by a single blow to the head, Meat hated eating bruised flesh...

(event incoming)

Just roleplay the fight Ragnar, we don't do events for every single fight in the game. That would be stupid.

Terence moves quickly over the landscape his SMG cradles in his arms as his long legged strides eat up the distance, Terence tires slowly, he has proved this to himself many times before, but there is something different here, the very atmosphere seems to try and halt his passing. He knows this feeling, theres a storm coming. He ducks in behind a mangled bike in a garage whilst watching its owner working away, "You might want to bring that in before the storm hits" he looks over the establishment, and what he sees makes him grin, "pathetic".

He hunkers down in the corner idly darning a hole in his sock while he waits for the sandstorm to whip through, and whip through it does, massive gusts of sand batter the walls of the garage but he ignores them, now carving a femur of one of his old victims, wood is hard to come by around here. Slowly the handle of a weapon is shaped out of the bone and he nods stowing it in his backpack. As if he can hear something that other people cant he begins to walk towards the sandstorm and just as his foot hits the dirt it fully abates, in reality he had been watching it die down for the last hour and chose his moment so as to waste no time.

His long limbed jog continues across the landscape, and in the distance he can see the walls of more buildings considerably better held in place and well looked after than what he had seen before. Elysium

BIC:...

Whiskey reluctantly allowed Garro's hand to envelope hers ,shaking with the pudgy shop keeper and forcing a tight smile.
" I've been in London for the past week" Whiskey said ,wiping the sheen of sweat discreatly from her hand.." But things around there are getting a bit...hot..so I decided to move West...at least for a while."
Garro nodded,his eyes moving over Whiskey's body quickly,making her slightly uncomfortable..." Ah yes...London is no place for decent folk anymore..not in the least.."
Whiskey thought to herself that Garro's observation could be applied to the whole world in general now...but chose to keep her musings to herself.
" I was hoping that perhaps I could get some ammo from you.." Whiskey said getting down to business..." perhaps a few cans of meat and some other supplies as well?"
Garro smiled " I have loads of ammunition ...food as well...what sort of trade did you have in mind ?" once again his eyes crawled over her.
Whiskey sighed " I've nothing to trade at the moment..but I thought perhaps we might work out a deal.."
Garro's smile widened ..he leaned forward placing his sweaty hand on Whiskeys arm.." What sort of deal did you have in mind...my dear" the pudgy shopkeeper leered .
Whiskey brushed the mans hand away.." Not that sort of deal..." she hissed,her dark eyes locking with Garro's.." I was thinking in exchange for good's I could act as a scout for you...locate objects of interest for you in and around London...even bring in goods for you.."
Garro frowned " So I'm to part with goods I already have in exchange for goods you may or may not be able to procure?"
" Something like that.." Whiskey muttered.." Of course..let's not forget that you'd most likely be a corpse now if it were not for my interventions on the road a few months back.."
Garro's frown grew deeper .." I was under the impression that we had settled that business...I paid you handsomely for your assistance.."
Whiskey sighed again nodding.." Yes...yes you did...I simply thought that we could come to an agreement..I guess I was mistaken."...she turned to leave.
" Ms. Whiskey.." Garro said from behind her.." I will provide you with 4 boxes of ammunition and 6 cans of meat...in exchange for any goods you may bring me...but.."
" But ?" Whiskey said raising an eyebrow.
Garro had gone a shade of red..." ..It's just that it's been ages since I've...seen a woman...a real woman...most of the citizens of Elysium have little to do with me...particularly the...females...and..."
" Forget it...it's not going to happen..keep your stuff.." Whiskey said,anger rising in her voice.
" I'll double my offer.." Garro stammered .."...If you'll only allow me a ...peek.."
"...A peek?" Whiskey said not bothering to hide her disgust with the fat little man...she sighed again.." whatever...just be quick about it.." she said reaching for her shirt buttons.
Several moments later Whiskey exited the shop,her rucksack loaded with supplies and a new sawed off double barreled .12 Gauge slung over her back.
Garro had apologized repeatedly for his " needs" and offered to reward her handsomely for any goods she brought in.
She'd agreed,but assured the fat man that his "little peek" would be his last one.
Now,exiting the outer walls of Elysium,Whiskey was approached by two guards..
" Doing business with Garro..?" the taller of the two men asked raising an eyebrow.
" Yes...and for now that business is done.." Whiskey said staring at the two men..
The second guard chuckled.." Oh I'm sure...of course someone like you will most likely be returning to conduct...further business."
Whiskey fixed the man with a cold gaze.." I've an arrangement with Garro to locate items he may find worthwhile in exchange for supplies...he is a trader after all."
The taller Guard sneered " He's garbage...like you..if I had my way none of you would be allowed near Elysium .."
The second guard spoke " Keep you business confined to Garro's shop...we don't want you wandering about Elysium..do you understand..?"
" Perfectly." Whiskey said,not hiding her contempt.." I've no desire to...explore you city...I just want to do my business and be on my way.."
The taller guard rolled his eyes,the sneer never leaving his face.." Well then...since your business is done...be on your way...trash."
Whiskey glared at the men,but exited the gates and headed East.
She thought it might be best to attempt one last large trade with Garro,one that would give her enough supplies to last a long while and the avoid Elysium altogether.

As Terence neared the city he began to see roving guards, he new they wouldnt like him, so he avoided them, using the deserts colour as a blend to his jacket and pants he takes his pack of and slings it under his arms against his chest and crawls up to the fenceline, ducking under the same ripped section he used last time he made his way into the city.

Moving through the streets quickly he finds himself at the entrance to the store in question, he moves through the door and immerses himself in an ammo shelf at the far end upon seeing that garro has anouther customer, hearing the way the conversation is going he begins to think less of the money hes about to get and what he should do to garro for being such a Pig. Averting his eyes and returning to the ammo crate in honour of the ladies dignity he makes a mental note to saw of garrows balls with his knife the first chance he gets. When the lady leaves he turns from the ammo shelf and moves to the counter.

Garro splutters as he sees Terences grisly frame approaching, "I ....I... I meant nothing by.. Ugh" Terence lifts him into the air bodily and shakes him, leaning in close to the fat little man he whispers menacingly into his ear, "I diddnt know you were such a perverted freak Garro, its a good thing i need your money or youd be dead right now."

Terence throws him backwards onto his stubby seat and vaults over the counter drawing his knife, "Ive finshed your contract you pig, now wheres my money?" Garro nods shaking slightly and removes a small stack of bills from his jacket pocket, and anouther from the other, Terence quickly checks the money and then stows it in his pocket, "Now to teach you why you shouldnt prey on nice ladies like that......"

Terence leaves the shop moments later after shrugging of the towel he had across his chest, and flicking it into a corner. Nodding to the guards with a grin they splutter back at him as he winks, it was a strange wink, both friendly and intimidating at the same time, no comments were made, He sees the lady checking her supplies over by a fence leading out of town and casually approches her,

"You dont need to worry about that pig anymore... I had a talk with him and found hes lost his balls"

OOC:...
@ Marta..

Wait? did you just kill Garro?

nope chopped his balls of

Tyranic Marta wrote:nope chopped his balls of

...Ohhh..that's going to make future exchanges with him very difficult...
I'd sort of planned to use the pudgy little feth for a while...oh well.

he'll treat you nicely, just not me

actually scratch that if he knows whats good for him hell treat me nicely too

...I doubt that, Garro may not be a very well liked citizen of Elysium...but he's still a citizen,once it's discovered that he's been castrated I doubt either one of our characters will be able to go near the city again...

Well see
good rp'ing will get us out of this
anyhoo..... if he knows whats good for him hell keep his mouth shut, i dont have to be IN the city for my rifle to work

How stubborn are those scars when they won't fade away?
Or just a gentle reminder that now are better days?

Player Name: Ghosty
Character Name: Sinner
Char Age: 26
Char appearance: 5'10", stocky build, shaven head and a broken nose. His body is covered, literally, with scars, some self inflicted cross shapes, some a tally of sins he has committed in his lifetime, others injuries from fights. Wears combat trousers with shin guards and knee pads. Wears an old hoodie with the arms removed at the shoulder, and combat webbing. Elbow pads and vambraces of leather, and well used. Possible hints from their age that several others have worn them before Sinner. His weapon, and only weapon, is a half metre long iron blade; not elegant in design, and simply resembles an elongated machete. Hand made, probably by Sinner himself.
Backstory: Sinner was one of the last children to be born before the world shattered, but can remember none of it, being less than a year old. He was abandoned as a small child for dead once his original parents died in the cataclysmic events that reshaped the world. However, the small child was taken in by kind souls in a nearby monestry, miraculously left almost untouched by the devastating destruction felt by all others. Sinner was originally named 'Hope' by the Deacon (?) of the holy establishment, for he was the beacon that the hopes and dreams of the monks within. He was raised with a pious lifestyle, and was hardly aware of the unnatural world awaiting outside. When he came of age, Hope ventured forth from the protective wings of the monestry, to spread the good word of god. However, for all the good that had been placed upon him by the priests, they had given him a sheltered lifestyle, and now free, and with so many new, exciting experiences to take hold of, Hope quickly strayed from the path of the just. It was only when he revisited his old home many years later, that he realised what he had become. The Monestry had become a tomb; Reapers had found the quiet, sheltered refuge, and had slaughtered every one of the monks within. Hope saw this as punishment for releasing one so sinful as himself from their walls, and god had punished them. From this point onwards, Hope changed his name to something more suitable to his lifestyle, and had begun a crusade of justice, in order to find solace for what he had done.
Other info: Whilst simply surviving on an every day basis is hard enough, Sinner will give aid to others who need it, share his food even whilst he starved, and throw his life on the line to protect the innocent.

Tyranic Marta wrote:Well see
good rp'ing will get us out of this
anyhoo..... if he knows whats good for him hell keep his mouth shut, i dont have to be IN the city for my rifle to work

Even if he kept his mouth shut...it wouldn't take much for the Guards to put two and two together and connect one or both of our characters to Garros injury...
And it's not like he can just handle the castration with out seeking medical attention...so even if Garro said nothing...someone..a doctor /medic..whatever..would surely mention that old fat Garro got his goods chopped off...investigations would follow...and it would be discovered our characters were the last to be seen associating with Garro...

Bah lets just go and kill him,

Tyranic Marta wrote:Bah lets just go and kill him,

...Either way...Elysium will be off limits.

We can handle that, infiltration has always been my specialty and we can appeal to the darker nature of the "rulers" of this city, make them see the sense of having us around....

anyhoo were gonna have to role play this entire convo now you realise that right?

2021,Munich, Barvaria, Germany

somebody shouted over the crackle of gunfire "TANK!"

A tank barrel appered over the rubble in the street, followed by the body. It crashed down the other side, kicking up a cloud of dust and ash. the barrel swung towards the British position as the last of the troops scrambled to cover. Someone launched a RPG towards it, but is just detonated off the reactive armour. There was a brilliant flash of light in the dusk as the cannon fired, the Round passed straight through the window, shatttering it before impacting a colum further down the mall.

lucy watched from the roof of the mall as sovo-slavic soldiers advanced behind the tank, She fired a shot, hitting one of them right in the neck he fell dead as the others slammed into the back of the tank, using it's bulk to shield them from further fire. she ducked behind the concrete ledge out of sight and grabbed the radio cassette

"Control, this is Recon, we're being over-run, T-90's and infantry are pushing us up the boulevard, We need air support."

"Roger Recon, negative on your last, civilians are away, the Germans have said to fall back and leave the city to the enemy, a chopper is inbound to the sothern end of the Mall, you're the last out."

she switched to the squad channel, "Hitman, this is recon, Get your ass up to the roof, we're gettting out of here"

"Glad to hear it, we're getting hammered down here, Damn! get some suppresive fire over there!..."

---

The door swung open, impacting the frame of the little outhouse style stair-topper, 8 battle weary soldiers stumbled through, the ones in the middle carrying another two wounded men between them. the one at the end pulled a satchel off his shoulder, pulling a strip of plastic out it before tossing it ovewr the rail and down the center of the stairwell,

he yelled "FIRE IN THE HOLE!"

and pressed the clicker attached to his chest and ducked, covering his face. a massive plume of smoke and debris cascaded out of the door. They became aware of a dull thumping sound as a Osprey aproched the roof of the mall, two Tiger helicopters fending off enemy soldiers armed with RPGs. They bundeled the wouneded onto the osprey befor climbing on board themselves. Hands appered on the fire escape ladder and Lucy fired a shot from her sniper, and they dissapered replaced by an AK being blind-fired over the concrete ledge. One of the bullets nicked her in the leg and she stumbled, two pairs of hands grabbed her by the scruff and dragged her up the ramp as the aircraft pulled away from the Mall the door gun sprayed wildly in an effort to keep heads down.

_______________

"lucy, Lucy!" Roy shouted

"huh"

"you OK?" he asked, giving her a funny look

"we've got to go to germany"

Kirsty stuck her head out of the cupola "did you just say Germany, what you been smoking girl?, I want some"

roy laughed, "I'll bite, why should we go back to germany Lucy?

"Icarus station, Titan control, It's still there..., under the alps"

"how are we meant to get to germany? how do you supose we get across to the continent? swim?

they left the conversation there for now, but in the back of there head they all knew she was right, but now they had to get to the next camp before dark.

Tyranic Marta wrote:We can handle that, infiltration has always been my specialty and we can appeal to the darker nature of the "rulers" of this city, make them see the sense of having us around....

anyhoo were gonna have to role play this entire convo now you realise that right?

Funny...I was just thinking the same thing...

???? thats given us alot of unanswered questions mate

well done

Tyranic Marta wrote:???? thats given us alot of unanswered questions mate

well done

PM sent...feel free to do the meeting RP.

sos man was talking to FM ninja, feel free to do the convo, you seem to be able to get more detail into your posts