Your life, your decisions, your survival (A Post-apocalyptic RP if you haven't noticed)

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**Darkvoidof40k**

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Whoah Dark hasn't posted in a while, so I am guessing he is doing is post...

...excellent...

...his RP plans will be mine...

I'm saving it for tomorrow, brain was fried by the time I had my ideas.

Curse you facebook addiction! Curse youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!

WARORK93 wrote:(I'm still waiting for some sort of map so I can orient myself and try to find a decent starting point, still trying to find a good reason for my character to be in the UK too....)

I'll post up Kais' map soon.. Kais, you explain

.

Bam. New page.

**Shas'ui T'au Kais**

Basically I was going to put the map on the web and take it from there ands put it onto Dakka, but as I am in boarding school I cannot do that as the websites that would do that for me are blocked at this current time.

Facebook can do that Dark

**Catos**

Darkvoidof40k wrote:
Catos wrote:Cathal sat in a tree looking around his position in the tree, trying to spy out a reaper. He jumped to the next tree and to the one after that, continuing his hunt for the clones. Suddenly he heard a twig snapping behind him. He backflipped out of his tree, drew his knives a sliced downwards. He opened his eyes, damm! another failed experiment. He looked at the mess of flesh and blood that was lying on the floor. It had only one arm, three legs, one of which stuck out of where his right arm should have been. He had one eye on his left cheeck and his mouth was on his forehead. These guys always showed up around this part of the forest. They were the Grims. They were the failied initial attempt at recreating the reapers and they were easy to kill. They were offcuts discarded by the evil corporation that created them, left to fend for themselves. Sometimes he felt sorry for them, they were so helpless and like a scared child, most of them had hideous disfigurations and had the IQ of a pair of green curtains (the IQ of a brick if they were lucky). Oh well, it's not my problem. He stood up and wiped his knife clean, when he heard another crack of a twig which someone seemed to have attempted to muffle at the last moment. Cathal realised that the Grim weren't clever enough to muffle the sounds, let alone lie in wait, let alone attack someone, let alone still be alive. He jumped into the nearest tree and scaled it to the top. Luckily for him, he was a master of camoflauge. He flicked the switch on one of his wristbands and his clothes changed colour to match the trees. He looked on, it was his lucky day, it was a reaper, and it was wearing a golden amulet around its neck, an item. Cathal only hoped he would be strong enough to kill it. He drew his gun and aimed it at its head. As he did, the reaper snapped its neck around to look straight at him, its item must let him see through his camoflauge

"Sh*t," he thought to himself. This could get nasty..

Oh hey, I didn't know our characters could have tree-jumping and back-flipping superpowers?!

Well its not like he just summoned the devil. Jumping into trees isnt that hard and the backflipping is just simple parkour. The only way anything bad or different from normal would happed would be if he slipped on the leaves or landed impaling his balls on a stick, but he isnt that clumsy.

**Shas'ui T'au Kais**

Potato God for your first ever post I thought that was quite good m8...

... could have been longer but I'm not THAT picky...

... so nice job m8

**Devastator**

I will write some rp tomorrow.

**Shas'ui T'au Kais**

K

See all you guys tomorrow

**Catos**

ill be watching you all when you sleep

just joking

**Chowderhead**

The truck was full of raiders. Men and mutants in cages (all insane) carrying enough weapons to make their van considered a War Crime. The vehicle was speeding towards the small town of Loch Lomond, off of the lake of the same name. Firing their weapons out the window, the raiders expected to push over the town easily. After all, it had no gate, no barricade, and no defenses. What could be more perfect.

"Глупые Ублюдки. (Stupid Bastards.)" Lev quietly mumbled to himself, loading the Raufoss Explosive round into the wildly overpowered sniper rifle. Adjusting his sights, he aimed right for the engine block.

The bandits realized they had decided to attack the wrong town when the front of the van exploded, taking the gas tanks strapped to the front of the car out with it. The lucky ones, who were sitting right behind the tank, were now nothing more than ash piles, incinerated by the massive fireball. Those unlucky ones who survived ran out of the car, screaming as they were cremated alive. One was not burned, however. He walked out of the ash cloud screaming, his arm missing.

The next bullet turned the man's head into a fine red mist. his body went flying back a few feet into the shrubs.

Lev began the mile long walk to the town to get some food from his spot on top of one of the many rolling hills. He was up there for 10 hours, sighting the maniacs from when the van first came into the horizon line. "Lev?" The voice was cracking over the radio. It was Kathrine, the town's mayor. "Ya?" Lev replied, slinging the 30 pound weapon over his shoulder. "What in the name of GOD was that?" Kathrine shouted over the radio. "That, Mrs. Mayor, was a problem. Now it's fixed. Also, Get me some Leek stew. I'm coming back."

"Damn it, Lev, will you ever just get yourself some lunch?"

**FM Ninja 048**

you can't get imageshack at school, you poor poor boy.

also I need a map to post so i'm stuck ATM...

**ghosty**

Is there any more info on these reapers? Are they humanoid? Can they be killed?

**WARORK93**

(I'm wondering if this map includes the entirety of the British Isles, or just England, or just the area around London, if I had specifics, I would post.)

**FM Ninja 048**

OOC: hopefully the whole british Isles, seeing as Chowderhead is up in the scottish highlands and I'm not sure where i'm going to be

**Ragnar4**

Player Name: Ragnar4
Character Name: (Unknown) Fresh Meat is his current moniker. Although he answers to just about any name that includes the word "meat" in it. "meat head, dead meat.. etc."
Char Age: 16
Char appearance: Meat is a smaller, yet wiry boy with dark hair and dark eyes. Several tattoos adorn his body, crudely worked into his skin. Many of the things that he wears have both a functional and drive towards an aesthetic. He wears a heavy chain around his waist as a belt, but it also functions as a handy weapon in a pinch. His hand-cuff bracelets, have been modified to link together to strangle someone, or perhaps slide down a wire. Meat is a very well put-together boy, who managed to escape a lot of scars of the body, yet replaced them with scars of the mind. His eyes bear the weight of a near decade of torment from his "protectors".
Equipment: Heavy gauge chain belt, Modified handcuffs on his wrists, 2 old pieces of rusty sheet steel big enough to cover his torso held together by 2 leather straps that go over his shoulders. a back-pack with rations, ammo, water purifier tables, rope, a dirty mason jar of moonshine alcohol, a few polaroids of a man and woman who are presumably his parents holing him as a baby, or playing with him as a child. (these are his most treasured items in the world)
Backstory: Meats memory starts 2 weeks after he was found by the escaped convicts on death row that escaped from some unknown penitentary located in "California" in the world before the Reapers. How far they had traveled until they met Meat, or how far they traveled afterwards, is unknown. The convicts acted like a gang, who affectionately referred to themselves as "55 Death Dealers" had no remorse for anyone outside of the confines of their clique, and Meat, being an interesting prospect for several reasons was protected by Juanita "Big Mama" Santos for obvious reasons. Not so obvious reasons led to Johnathan "Slide-knife" Chake becoming a mentor, protector to Meat in his formative years in the gang. Slide-knife was a pedohpile with a thing for pretty boys, so slide-knife took the best of care of Meat during the days, and the worst of care of Meat during the night. Finally after 5 years of murder, drugs, being ritually tatooed for his actions within the gang, being raped, running from the horrors of the night, etc. James "Big Gun" Popovich and Slide-knife got into an altercation over Meat like he was a piece of property. In the fight, Big Gun broke Slide-knife's neck. Meat knew what was going on, Big Gun's old woman had fresh bruises and cuts on a nearly weekly basis, and they usually showed up at night. He wasn't about to become Big Gun's property, so he offered some of his home-made shine to Big Gun and after getting him sufficiently sloshed, Meat lashed out with his chain, snapping Big-guns leg in two at the knee, and dodged bullets and thrown knives as he stole off into the night escaping the "55 Death Dealers"... for now.

Most of Meat's tattoos are the prison kind, teardrops for men he's killed, spiderweb on the elbow, two playing card 5's on his chest for his old captors. He abbhores them. He's even gone so far as to scrub one off with sand-paper, but he caught a nasty infection that he barely overcame on his own.
He also has a paralyzing fear of having his head underwater. He was seriously abused a lot using water "treatements"

**Evaelc**

Player Name: Evaelc
Character Name: William “Gramps" Graham
Character Age: 45
Character Appearance: Will has been around a while and as such has a receding grey hairline. His face, slightly wrinkled is angular and narrow. Standing at about 5’11” he is of medium build.
Equipment: Steyr rifle with under slung grenade launcher, Backpack with; medical kit, surgeon’s tools, flares, ammo, rations
Backstory: Will was a medical doctor before the so-called apocalypse. Living in New Zealand he was lucky enough to survive, however his grandson was not. With nothing left for him he joined the national army or what was left of it. He was assigned as Medical aid for his company and at first he was laughed at but after several missions and near death experiences of some of his company members he became a valued member thanks to his medical experience. Even in the heat of a gunfight he could keep his cool and help out. Thanks to this he was requested to work for the British however after his flight was high jacked he was lucky to escape from the plane before it crashed. Now he is stranded in the middle of London with next to nothing to survive.

**Shas'ui T'au Kais**

Welcome peoples

@Ghosty Yes they can be killed, but all battles with them will be done in Combat Events

They were found in the Aztec period and were sent by the Aztec Gods to kill all humans during the apocalypse, they haven't succeeded... yet.

Luckily there are some minor ones which can be killed more easily than normal reapers.

ALL Reapers are in the possession of some sort of mystical item.

@Chowderhead, nice post, I look forward to more...

@Ragnar, Nice character, pretty confusing... but nice.

@Evaelc, Seems like you chose to start in London with two others in there as well, could get interesting...

**Catos**

They can be killed because I am about to kill one *crosses fingers and prays*

**Evaelc**

Will looked round the abandoned building, beams of wood and steel criss-crossed back and forth with chunks of rubble heaped around them. The window glass had been broken a while ago allowing a clear view over the street. Many similar buildings lined the street. The building Will was in had at least two storeys to it so he climbed through the mess and up the ruined stairs.
With no radio or way of contacting somebody Will was on his own. He set about making a small fire to cook a small ration. He would hunker down here for the rest of today and set about exploring tomorrow when there would be more time. Partway through cooking his meal he was interrupted by a loud noise like a motorbike approaching from up the street…

**Mordoskul**

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Very nice Mordo...

...just remember that London is mainly populated by Bandits and Raiders (same thing really) so be on guard.

Why do you think Henry's in London?

**Shas'ui T'au Kais**

Mordoskul wrote:Henry Miles walked with feline grace through the ruins of London, striding through the twisted skeletons of once proud buildings.

Because of that

**Ragnar4**

Meat sat under the two slabs of concrete pinched together by the Earth herself in one of the earthquakes since the day the reapers came. The heat of the midday sun was oppressive enough, and sitting in this make-shift concrete oven was worse yet. Waves of heat rose from the dead yellow ground and chokiingly worked to impede his breathing, Meat struggled to breathe by taking short fast breaths. Sweat drenched his back and hair, and rolled lazily down his nose, hanging for a split second, before meeting a sizzling doom on the ground in front of him. At least he imagined he could hear it sizzle when it hit the ground, it certainly felt hot enough in here.

He had picked this particular hiding spot the moment he spotted the, thing, glide infront of the morning sun searching for prey. Luckily, this was a pretty rich environment for places to hide, and as long as the heat from thesun didn't kill him, it would either find other prey, or simply move on. Meat hadn't heard it in more than an hour, and he was beginning to think it had moved on already.

He gently shook the canteen holding water, he had a good couple of swallows left. He took a piece of fabric and dipped it in the mason jar of alcohol, and rubbed it on his exposed skin. He didn't know if the cooling effect was actually cooling him off, or it just felt that way, but it managed to make the queasiness go away.. so he kept at it. He figured he only had another good 20 minutes before he would have to move, find somewhere to get more water, or just get somewhere cooler.

Minutes passed like hours, but he watched vigilantly, like a hawk, staring out over the shattered landscape, twisted, broken steel of buildings broke the horizon like rusting trees. He pondered the irony of a city made by man, turned into a forest by nature without actually having the word "irony" in his vocabulary, but the concept still struck him as funny. He peered over the landscape,looking for anything that may hurt him, anything that he may be able to use, hopefully he'd see the glint of water, or steel. Maybe he'd find a gun that he could fit all this nearly worthless ammo in.

Moments from moving from his temporary shelter, something landed hard, and perched itself above his head. The sounds of talon scraping against cement made his ears ring as dust and sand fell like a little dirt waterfall from the cracks in the ceiling above to the floor creating a perfectly round little pile on the ground. One single claw hung over the edge, Meat knew the moment he heard the thing land what it was, but the sight of the claw was irrefutable proof: It was one of those... those... Reapers! He tried to hold his breath, and pray. He didn't think it noticed him, but he wouldn't know until it was too late. One hand instinctively reached for his chain-belt, unlatching it silently, while the other prepared to throw the alcohol from the mason jar in the face of his potential attacker....

**Darkvoidof40k**

Dang, it would seem many of our characters have a death wish.

I, however, know that the best way to survive is to appease the GM with big, meaty and grammatically-correct posts and stay the hell away from big beasties.

**Shas'ui T'au Kais**

Okay, I like your post m8... a lot... but seriously, there is one major rule for people who want to stay alive in this RP

STAY AWAY FROM REAPERS (epecially flying ones)

But of course, unless you plan on running away (which I will allow you to do because it's your first flippin post) in your next post, I will have to do an event.

Choose wisely...

P.S. But remember they do have mystical items...

**Darkvoidof40k**

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Okay, I like your post m8... a lot... but seriously, there is one major rule for people who want to stay alive in this RP

STAY AWAY FROM REAPERS (epecially flying ones)

But of course, unless you plan on running away (which I will allow you to do because it's your first flippin post) in your next post, I will have to do an event.

Choose wisely...

P.S. But remember they do have mystical items...

I think the first Reaper kill will be on page 15 and will be a combined effort. What's more, it's way more cool if Reapers only come out at night/in darkness.

**Darkvoidof40k**

Here's Kaiser's map, uploaded by yours truly.

[edited in the key]

Map:

Grey areas= Entrances to underground bunker network
Blue areas= Small friendly settlements of humans, but there are more out there that have not been seen. They are dotted everywhere.
Large yellow area around the map= Wasteland
Large Black area= The Scar- Supposedly these cracks in the land were where the Reapers came out of the earth.
Brown areas= Caves
Large purple area= The realm of the crazies- Where the crazies (people who were driven mad by the apocalypse) roam. They have been moving further out recently, and now a few even wander the land.
The Unknown Area= Nobody knows what lies there, but they know that anybody who goes there does not return. But some say they see figures approaching from the area that are not quite human.
Troy= This is the major human settlement in the area. When it was made they said that it's walls would never be breached. They haven't been to this day, except there have been frequent raids by Bandits, which have all been defeated. It is to this reason why it is called Troy.
The Woods= Supposedly there are Reapers in the woods, as screams have been heard sometimes coming from there. Brave people go to the woods to hunt for meat as animals are many in the large area. The woods are very big.
Elysium= This is where people who think very highly of themselves go. They are rich there, and normally can get what they want and live thier lives happily. It conducts many transactions with people who come by, to make more money. Raiders do not bother them as they can always bargain with them. It is called Elysium, because people who go there think of it as heaven compared to everything else. But the people there are said to not be trusted by wise men.
London= A small part of the ruins of London. Bandits made it thier home a long time ago. But, if people are lucky, they can sometimes enter to salvage supplies and not be noticed. It is a very dangerous place.

**Shas'ui T'au Kais**

I like my map

Anyway, combat between Cathal and the Reaper has been done, and I must say it was very one sided, apart from one particular snake eyes. It was interesting to say the least.

I am starting the write up now

Edit: Thank you Dark, I like the sound of Kaiser

**Darkvoidof40k**

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Thank you Dark, I like the sound of Kaiser

That's the steam display name of a friend of mine

. It sounds better than Kais anyway

. I'll just go ahead and call you it from now on, saves my brain thinking.

**Shas'ui T'au Kais**

COMBAT RESOLUTION

Cathal fired three shots at the Reaper, as it moved towards him at an alarming rate. The bullets hardly fazed him, pinging off his rock hard but slightly translucent body.
The Reaper continued towards the tree Cathal was in, and mystical beams of light appeared and fired at Cathal dead fast, as he barely had time to dodge them and balance himself, before the hulking creature started pounding at the tree he was in, and Cathal's instincts were focused on getting the hell of that tree. He prepared himself, and with a graceful leap, he landed on the tree right next to it.
This angered the Reaper, and it tried to lift the tree that Cathal was previously on to use as a weapon, when more bullets pinged hamlessly off his hard body.

"Oh gak," Cathal whispered to himself as the Reaper now turned and looked at him blankly with his bright golden eyes, before moving the towards the tree he was now currently in.

While he was moving, he fired another beam at Cathal, this time in the form of one solid, powerful shot, though Cathal dodged it fairly easily. When it was at his current tree, it now attempted to lift this tree up. As soon as Cathal saw this, he began to threat, seriously doubting that he would ever be able to defeat this unstoppable beast. Still in this state, he attempted to leap to another tree and get to safety, but he came up short, and began to fall to the ground. Cathal rouched out and managed to grab a branch of the tree that he hoped would hold him. He caight it and his fall stoped, but he screamed out in pain as it stretched his arms painfully, a tear falling from his eye in the pain.

The Reaper saw it's chance, and if it had a face it would definately have a grin. It moved menacingly towards the new tree, and Cathal knew he couldn't do anything about it. It was hopeless.
With amazing strength, the Reaper lifted up the tree, and threw it out in the direction of another tree, and Cathal slammed into the tree hard, his leg taking just about all of the damage, and was most probably broken. Cathal gritted his teeth, as otherwise he knew he would be in tears. Almost revelling in it's victory,, the Reaper meandered towards Cathal slowly.

"No, I am not dying here," Cathal gritted his teeth as he spoke. "This isn't the end."

He took out two Uzis that were tucked in his belt, and fored them uselessly at the creature. It was now standing over him, as he fired pointless bullets at it, which had no effect.

"Okay, then take this you mother fether!"

Cathal swung his arm out and snatched the amulet from the Reapers neck, taking it by surpise, and was stunned for a moment, before Cathal drew his two knives, and with great pain flung himself upon the Reaper, and in desperation started stabbing the back of it's neck with his two razor sharp blade. The Reaper wailed out in pain, and thre Cathal back at the tree, causing massive pain in his back, before making a high pitched screeching noice, and beginning to shine brightly all over its body, and disappitating with loud crackling sounds, leaving only a shiny, powdery like essence to mark it's demise.

The last thing Cathal saw was the amulet rising mystically, and moving towards him to go around his neck, and had a feeling that he should never go ahuntin' for Reapers again, before everything went black.

*****************

Okay, time for the event summary

Cathal - Took 2 wounds, and broke his leg nastily, also he is badly beaten up and feeling like utter gak.

Reaper - Dead. All thats left of the poor thing is a pile of shiny powder...

But the Reaper gave out a message to all the Reapers, as their consciousness' are all linked, and now Cathal has a Reaper bounty on his head. This Reapers' "friends" will be hunting for him...

Now of course Cathal gained a mystical item, which allows him to trap him and others in a shadow game, where neither can escape, and he chooses how they fight. Also he can shoot one of the blasts this certain Reaper did, but it will tire him out immensely, and should therefore only be used as a last resort.

Hope you all enjoyed it

**Darkvoidof40k**

I do not approve.

**Catos**

Awesome as f***

Best.
Kill.
Ever.

Great, now I have a bounty on my head. On the plus side I did get an Ancient Aztec Lazor Beam.

**Shas'ui T'au Kais**

I admit that the combat should not have gone like that, but the rolls were fething lucky for Catos.

I am making sure that he will have Reapers on his tail now, so if they catch up with him he is

fethed fethed fethed fethed fethed fethed fethed fethed fethed fethed fethed fethed fethed fethed fethed fethed!

But that was just how the dice rolled

I'll get him next time...

Anyway, can't I have some praise for the actual event formality and everything?

Considering it was my first proper one...