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What time is it there? 11:05 PM here

Event 2 pt1

After the raiders retreated from the others attacking them, the church was all but ignored. The survivors were too busy fortifying the town in case of another attack. A basic wall was built around Jason's home away from the others, and he was seen stockpiling food and ammo inside. Johann had made a small one room shack made mostly of bricks. Dave cleared the debree from his land and used it to fix the west wall, only making a tent for himself to sleep in. Mark had been busy collecting logs, and began to build them up instead of out. He seemed to be making a tower although it wasn't yet finished. Merle stockpiled ammo in his store. (Spot for black templar). (Spot for Toasted).

A week and a half later on a rainy day, a voice was heard over the the towns speakers. The brief burst of noise was investigated by Dave, who was heading back to his home at the time. He then was so surprised he called the others to the small church. The old man was sitting up drinking rainwater from a bowl that sat next to him. Besides a pale complexion the bullet didn't seem to have done much to him.

"I thought I was dead for a while, until I woke up today. Either I'm the luckiest old man in the world, or that boy's a poor shot." He said. "Of course there is some questions I need to answer after that show. That thing that shot me was one of my sons, before the virus took them. I don't know if you've seen it before, but the virus takes some in a different way then the others. After that attack you've seen it; it's something in the genes I think. It took all three of my boys that way. They were already messed up mind wise before the virus too, despite my parenting. After they were infected they got worse, but not crazy. As you saw it changed them physically, more then mentally. They took name's after their interests and got followers that thought like them, then the fighting burned the town down."

He stopped to cough up blood again, before washing it away with rainwater. He continued,"The one you saw, Greed, his name was John before. He never liked me or his brothers, always wanted more. His other brothers don't really fancy me either, but he's the only one who actively tried killing me after the world fell apart. He was after some money and heirlooms I hid away for them when I died, I've never trusted banks see. I knew that was the only thing that would get him to not kill me was that, so I lied to him. Led him to his brother ,Ryan or Wrath now. It seemed he's got quite a following now."

"I doubt Greed's dead however, he was always tenacious. I'd suggest a scouting mission head north, to see what happened after Wrath's men chased him away. For all we know Wrath's boys could have sights set on Ghost Town, or Greed could be rallying. Those who don't go had better search the town for any psycho's left over."

hey are you guys still taking new characters?

Yes.

Awesome, i'll have a character posted for tomorrow then.

Name: Jack smith
Race: Caucasian
Job PreWar:SAS special forces sergeant.
Gear(keep it simple): MP5 SMG with a few mags and an Psg1 sniper rifle with Bipod and a 9mm pistol, a few Chunks of Venison from hunting
and the rest of his teams weapons, since they all died, basically just another 2 MP5's.
Bio: Jack joined the military as soon as he left school, His family approved since all the men in the last few generations of his family had been soldiers. He fought any enemy set before him, brushing with death many many times. He volunteered for the special air service (SAS) after his fist tour of duty. He passed their rigorous tests and was inducted into their ranks, he rose through said ranks and quickly became the leader of his own squad. They where dropped into America on an anti terror mission, but when the virus hit and his squad went mad he killed them then spent a few days in the forest. Now he's found ghost town and has decided to help a still sane part of human society.

my character would like a plot of land adjacent to marks pleas.

Also no god modding my character, apart from you mighty GM

Ah! a fellow spec ops guy!

Mark looked up, "I am gonna stay here, we need someone to defend the place."

without another word, he pulled on his raincoat and headed back to his house, it was, as of now only a simple log cabin, with a fireplace, a low wall surrounding it, an area for his car, and the bus he had claimed.

Mark had torn anything useful out of the bus and set it up in the space between his and Sam's house, to use as a vantag point, although it was little more than a stripped chassis, (Mark had taken the metal, the ladder, the doors, the windows, the seats, the steering column and everything besides the skeleton, and even that was being still picked apart by anyone who needed steel girders.)

the Log Cabin was connected to tthe Tower by a door, Mark was building a second story, so when he got home, he pulled his poncho around himself, assed his weapons locker (he had taken the cargo bay out of the buss, and had looted dozens of rioters for ammo and gear, some of the stuff he gave to same, but most of it he kept for when the town needed it) inside the cabin that was his home, Mark had stowed a 50. cal machine gun taken from a raider jeep, Mark had taken the excess fuel, and the gun, but let the others use the jeep whenever.

he got out the small armie's worth of power tools taken form the raiders, which had included a solar generator, and continued working on his tower






So what Mark has is this:

cabin
tower
SUV
fuel (Kept in a trench with steel coverings)
low wood and brick wall
Punji pits all over the place outside the wall for 50 feet
Trench just outside the wall, filled with iron spars, broken bottles, and a knee deep ditch water (That will give you horrid infections from all the sharp things inside)
sevral hidden pits of barrels cordite and powder taken from the guns, they have some C4 attached to them making the whole aea around Mark's house for 100 feet a minefield.
Razor wire and barbed wire, homemade and taken rom the wreck of the NG station.

basically aan army am, looking like something out of Vietnam

The glass ninja wrote:Name: Jack smith
Race: Caucasian
Job PreWar:SAS special forces sergeant.
Gear(keep it simple): MP5 SMG with a few mags and an Psg1 sniper rifle with Bipod and a 9mm pistol, a few Chunks of Venison from hunting
and the rest of his teams weapons, since they all died, basically just another 2 MP5's.
Bio: Jack joined the military as soon as he left school, His family approved since all the men in the last few generations of his family had been soldiers. He fought any enemy set before him, brushing with death many many times. He volunteered for the special air service (SAS) after his fist tour of duty. He passed their rigorous tests and was inducted into their ranks, he rose through said ranks and quickly became the leader of his own squad. They where dropped into America on an anti terror mission, but when the virus hit and his squad went mad he killed them then spent a few days in the forest. Now he's found ghost town and has decided to help a still sane part of human society.

my character would like a plot of land adjacent to marks pleas.

Also no god modding my character, apart from you mighty GM

If you ever need weapons, Ammo and other hunting supplies come to my shop.

This is pretty much what mark's house looks like, just make them both bigger and the tower taller and less silly looking, make the whole thing out of logs, add a grey sky and a ruined city then put enough defenses to make Fort Knox look like a sandcastle around it.

Question since you have mines trenches and so on how do other people (Friends) get in without getting killed.

There is a pathway through the middle, it is large, but has iron spars lining both sides, it should be easy to get across.

I think ill just shout from the my store to you lol.

After listening to the old man Dave returned to his tent. After repairing the wall, clearing away his own land and being generous enough to lend a hand to those who asked or looked liked like they needed it, he decided he needed to look after his own affairs ... he was after all, living in a metal tent albeit it by his own choice.

He watched several of the other members walk away to search the local area, although some of them gave a disgruntled look when Dave refused to help, some of the others understood or at least appeared to understand his need for better living conditions. Although not a physically strong as the others, he certainly had done a fair share and more in helping out around the place.

Several hours later he had dug a trench around his boundry that would serve to secure the walls he would place next. After collecting a reasonable amount of building materials from rubble piles he was well and truely shattered so after refilling his water canteen from a nearby water pump, that amazingly still worked, he ducked into his metal tent for a rest. He'd go back out scavanging after a few hours rest and if the light held of course, other than that he was done for the day.

Mark stood on the crane, which was really only several welded together scaffolding poles and some rope, he was working on making the roof of the tower (Now 4 stories high) when the skies broke open. sending torrents of rain onto Ghost Town. knowing that he could not in such conditions, the man entered his log cabin, built a fire and began repairing some of the radios and the TV he had found in the Mall area. he knew that he could begin setting up the 50. after the rain, but took the time to rest and repair.

Sam sat in his shop polishing his weapons, sorting out ammo and and checking medical equipment. He looked out the window at the charred skeleton of his old home haunted by the laughter, tears and love of his family. He broke down in tears and anger the raiders must pay for their deaths. Sam stood up and went out to go see Mark, the rain hailed down. Sam knocked on marks door.

jason sat back,looking out his window,ready to shoot anyone who came near. "man...its lonely over here,no one ever visits. but it is my corner....my happy corner.... .... gosh im lonely."

Johann had listened to the old man with a wandering attention. He had been more worried about finding herbs and vegetables in the woods so he could start a garden. When he had heard about the scouting mission he decided to stay behind. He had no training in scouting or hunting, most of his shooting experience had come from a shooting range, so he didn't want to risk getting the others caught.


*I suppose I'll work on the wall for now. * he thought, *Maybe we should put a walkway near the top so we can patrol the perimiter.*

He grinned at his though and set about looking for the supplies to work on his plan.

black templar wrote:

The glass ninja wrote:Name: Jack smith
Race: Caucasian
Job PreWar:SAS special forces sergeant.
Gear(keep it simple): MP5 SMG with a few mags and an Psg1 sniper rifle with Bipod and a 9mm pistol, a few Chunks of Venison from hunting
and the rest of his teams weapons, since they all died, basically just another 2 MP5's.
Bio: Jack joined the military as soon as he left school, His family approved since all the men in the last few generations of his family had been soldiers. He fought any enemy set before him, brushing with death many many times. He volunteered for the special air service (SAS) after his fist tour of duty. He passed their rigorous tests and was inducted into their ranks, he rose through said ranks and quickly became the leader of his own squad. They where dropped into America on an anti terror mission, but when the virus hit and his squad went mad he killed them then spent a few days in the forest. Now he's found ghost town and has decided to help a still sane part of human society.

my character would like a plot of land adjacent to marks pleas.

Also no god modding my character, apart from you mighty GM

If you ever need weapons, Ammo and other hunting supplies come to my shop.

No, I need the business more! Go away over-powered candy van merchant!

Merle sat quietly in the makeshift van that was his shop. Small rusty boxes were filled with various rounds, roughly organized by size. He was thinking. He had heard the old man's words, and he had heard Wrath's.
What to do... what to do....

((ooc - Am I to assume we have running water and access to electricity in this compound? Its only been mentioned that the generator is powering the perimiter alarm. No mention on public power and I mentioned a water pump only because I can't see any other way of a town surviving this far without access to fresh water.

And eegads?! 4 story house built in a week, I need to get a move on with mine!))

Kasrkai wrote:

black templar wrote:

The glass ninja wrote:Name: Jack smith
Race: Caucasian
Job PreWar:SAS special forces sergeant.
Gear(keep it simple): MP5 SMG with a few mags and an Psg1 sniper rifle with Bipod and a 9mm pistol, a few Chunks of Venison from hunting
and the rest of his teams weapons, since they all died, basically just another 2 MP5's.
Bio: Jack joined the military as soon as he left school, His family approved since all the men in the last few generations of his family had been soldiers. He fought any enemy set before him, brushing with death many many times. He volunteered for the special air service (SAS) after his fist tour of duty. He passed their rigorous tests and was inducted into their ranks, he rose through said ranks and quickly became the leader of his own squad. They where dropped into America on an anti terror mission, but when the virus hit and his squad went mad he killed them then spent a few days in the forest. Now he's found ghost town and has decided to help a still sane part of human society.

my character would like a plot of land adjacent to marks pleas.

Also no god modding my character, apart from you mighty GM

If you ever need weapons, Ammo and other hunting supplies come to my shop.

No, I need the business more! Go away over-powered candy van merchant!

BATTLE OF THE STORES!!!!!!! ok i Will let you have this one.

I'm tempted to join this, I haven't read it all yet, but I will when I have more time. Can someone tell me if there is still place for a new player?

Always.

ineptus astartes wrote:Always.

Great!

But I'll wait for the approval of the OP, just to make things sure.

Scrazza wrote:

ineptus astartes wrote:Always.

Great!

But I'll wait for the approval of the OP, just to make things sure.

Your good to join.

Thanks! Now I need to free some time reading what's already here.

HellsGuardian316 wrote:((ooc - Am I to assume we have running water and access to electricity in this compound? Its only been mentioned that the generator is powering the perimiter alarm. No mention on public power and I mentioned a water pump only because I can't see any other way of a town surviving this far without access to fresh water.

And eegads?! 4 story house built in a week, I need to get a move on with mine!))

No electricity, besides the perimeter alarms, but there is an old pump in the church I thought I mentioned.

Jack looked at his pitiful shack then looked at the massive fortress which belonged too Mark, It had a few weaknesses such as the path and if someone drove a car into those trenches then i would provide a makeshift bridge. He saw smoke rising from the chimney. ''Well i might as well go say hello. He walked along the path lugging his equipment with him along with the spoils from his hunts and rapped on the door.He was standing next to Sam and to make idle conversation with him. "so i hear your a trader, interested in some MP5's" he said his Scottish accent prevalent through the sentence

This is a bit random...