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

Shas'ui T'au Kais — GMT

A long time ago, it was predicted that the world would end on a certain date. That date was 2012.
The prediction was almost correct, it happened quite a few years after that, in 2025, and the world didn't end, at least the people that survived, which was not many, realised that. But from then on it was a terrible, terrifying, place.
There were massive Tsunamis, horrible earthquakes on a massive scale, and tornadoes that ravaged the land. Governments went into chaos, monuments being destroyed, some cities being taken directly off the map. For those who survived these Cataclysmic events, there was an even bigger threat coming. Monsters rose from the earth, and were named the Reapers, for their ability to bring swift death, they also came in a few different forms, and hardly any people know what they really look like, for those who see them usually meet their demise.
The year is now 2027. Small groups of survivors stick together for safety, and create small communities, hoping that they do not meet the Reapers. Very small groups of Bandits kill and steal, trying to make a living through others’ hardships.
You are a survivor. This is your life. May God be with you.

Hello, and welcome to the RP.

This is a text based RP, where events will takes place when needed for combat resolutions and for pieces of info vital to the RP.

You may think the story is a bit vague right now to what, as a player, you will do, but believe me it will get clearer deeper into the RP.

I am offering up the role of GM to any who are experienced in the art. If noone wants to be the GM then I suppose I will have to, even though I am not the best GM at all.

Character sheets will be like this,

Player Name:
Character Name:
Char Age:
Char appearance:
Equipment:
Backstory:
Other info:

So, that is all the information there is, I will add maps and other stuff when players join.

Hope you'll join.

Characters #12

Fatalaties #0

Player Name: blood reaper
Character Name: Subject Delta
Char Age: 39
Char appearance: Face and body covered inb strange knight like armour
Equipment: Two Swords and a Balisong (knife) along with Heavy armour
Backstory: Delta is a strange and extremly dangerous lunatic who once served as a mercenery for any one willing to pay a high price , after many years of killing and assinations Delta was imprisoned for his crimes and was driven mad by his failure to evade capture. When the apocalypse came Delta escaped and will continue to spread terror.
Other info: Utterly insane and will kill anything in his path

Player Name: Darko, of the Void of 40k
Character Name: Michael "Mikey" Kane
Char Age: 37
Char appearance: Strong, large build, broad shoulders, 6'5, large messy brown beard and hair
Equipment: M9 with belt holster, Mossberg 500 with back holster, 5 Additional M9 clips, 12 Gauge ammo pouch, 15" Bowie Knife in combat sheath - all mounted on a Bandolier.
Backstory: A dedicated Rugby player and ex-US military for years, Mike has always been a survivor, born and bred in the great state of Texas.
Other info: Holed up in a network of abandoned military bunkers with approximately 500 other survivors, including a hundred or so Home Guard.

Player Name: Devastator
Character Name: Bonesaw
Char Age: 28
Char appearance: something like this
Equipment: AK-74M with sling and bayonet, m9 with belt holster , 6 clips for AK and 3 for m9, chest rig ,back pack, combat knife, gas mask, Molotovs.
Backstory: "treasure" seeker with some military training, Bonesaw wanders village to village trading what ever she finds while looting.
Other info : paranoid and slightly insane[/color/

[color=green]Player Name: Potato_God, Lord of the Harvest ()
Character Name: Stix n Stones (Stix for short)
Char Age: 16
Char appearance: shaggy shoulder length hair, very worn grey jacket, patchwork pants.
Equipment: Machete, Old 9mm, 3 clips, FN-FAL, book of Grimms Fairy Tales
Backstory: Before the Incident, Stix was a feral child who lived in the Woods of the northern New York. since he was a small child, a hiker would come into the woods and visit him. He taught Stix how to read, speak, and gave him food and water. after the incident, Stix left the woods, trying to find the man who helped him, and just trying to survive; just like before.
Other info: feral child, is suspicious of people.

Player Name: WARORK93
Character Name: Dimitri Petrenko
Char Age: 32
Char appearance: short, compact, scrappy, durable, 5'11, rugged, scruffy black hair, clothed in tiger stripe camo fatigues, gloves, camouflage bandanna and black combat boots
Equipment: AK-103 (foldable stock, SUSAT sights, extended mag, detachable suppressor) basically this, A survival knife/bayonet like this, combat shovel like this, and an RPG-7 launcher with no ammo, hazmat gear and gas mask
Backstory: Dimitri was a Spetznaz operative in the unstable Russian Federation government before the apocalypse, his squad survived by hiding in an old fallout bunker abandoned after the cold war. When they surfaced, they found the wastelands that used to be their homeland, and now wander aimlessly, seeking only to survive and be a force unto their own.
Other info: generally logical and calm, can be brutal and closed minded due to his training and experiences in the post apocalypse

Player Name: Chowderhead

Character Name: Lev Vlassov

Age: 28

Appearance: Scar over 1 eye from childhood fight, Burn marks on back from a Car Bomb. About 6'3, a very slim height, however,

Equipment- Barrett M107A1, Seiga Shotgun, Makarov Pistol, Arctic, Tundra and Grassland Ghillie Suit, K-Bar (His Grand-father's Knife, taken from a American GI in WWII)

Background Lev was born into a home with 6 brothers and 2 sisters. The parents were alcoholics, and Lev joined a gang, where he stayed for 6 years. He was caught at the age of 18 by the Soviet government. He was told he could join the Military, or die for his crimes. He joined the military, and has become a sniper after basic training. During the "Great Death", as he puts it, he was on assignment in the waists of Siberia. When the fissure began to open, and the animals began to howl, Lev and his partner, Dashka, began to run. A shadow began to follow them out of the fissure. The shadow waded along slowly, then began picking up speed like a train. Soon, it hit Dasha. The beast appeared to have killed Dasha by simply enveloping him in the shadow. It then charged at Lev, but mid strike, stopped. The beast paused, looked at the Russian with his pistol and knife drawn, and walked away.
Lev now works as security for a small Hamlet of people in a large Grassy Plain in Scotland. The reapers seem to follow Dmitri, however, they never seem to attack him. It seems that the reapers want him alive, for some sinister reason.

Other: Lev has had 6 years of being in a gang, and 8 years of Soviet Spetnaz training. He never smiles, never makes a joke, and rarely speaks. He is at home in a large field with a Ghillie suit on.

Player Name: Mordoskul, Grand Rplogian of DOOMFART
Character Name: Henry Miles
Age: 34
Appearance: Henry has a slightly pasty complexion, with a well-trimmed brown mustache and beard. He stands around 5'8.
Equipment: Bolt action rifle, pump shotgun, crowbar, survival kit with clean water, rations etc. Gas mask, leather armor, crank radio, swiss army knife, pre-disaster money, copy of Moby Dick.
Backstory: Henry was a family man, making a decent living working for a marketing company. He lived in Liverpool with his wife, Laura, and his teenage daughter, Sarah, in a nice-sized house in the middle of a nice neighborhood. He was a fit man, and jogged around the block everyday after work. His neighbors loved him, and he would often offer to perform odd jobs without fee, simply out of the goodness of his heart. Then the gak hit the fan. Henry and his family were at Ground Zero when the Reapers emerged, and barely managed to escape Liverpool, using the subways to take his family to safety. When the government collapsed, Henry and his family took to the road, scraping out an existence by raiding abandoned stores and shops. Then came Simon. While Henry and his family slept, a gang of raiders made to kill and rob them. Waking with a blade to his neck, he kicked his attacker off of him, waking his family in preparation to run for it. However, Laura had been stabbed to death in her sleep, and Sarah was no where to be seen, then he turned, and saw him. A well-dressed man wearing a surgeon's mask and a leather vest held a gun to his daughter's head, and introduced himself as Simon. He said he was taking Sarah, and there was nothing he could no about it. Henry was helpless, if he tried to intervene, she would die, if he didn't... Laughing cruelly, Simon and his minions piled into their jeep, and drove off into the distance, his daughter in tow. Flash forward six years, Henry is the perfect survivor, killing game with his high-powered rifle, and hunting raiders, searching for some word of Simon or his daughter. He will do anything, kill anyone, sacrifice anybody, to see his daughter alive.
Other info: Henry is a man with a mission: find Sarah and kill the sonnofabitch who took her.

Player Name: Catos
Character Name: Cathal Rambrak
Char Age: 26
Char appearance: Tall and wear leather pants and leather capelike jacket. Has black flat spiky hair with red highliights.
Equipment: Knives in holsters around his belt along with guns. He also has various useful game items in various pockets including a deck of cards.
Backstory: Cathal was born in London and grew up in an upper middle class family and was very interested in games from a young age . He joined a group of game enthusiasts but he got bored after outclassing them all. He graduated from secondary school to spend his time challenging people to games who he would kill if they lost. He would only challenge people who had wronged in their life to games so he could have the fun of killing them and the fun of doing it in the name of justice.....sort of. He has recently been spending his time in the forest trying to kill reapers, in order to find one of the legendary mystical items that they sometimes carry.
Other Info: He was a world champion in various games before the catastrophe.

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"

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.

Player Name:Tyranic Marta
Character Name: Terence Blackwood, (No not the one from SURVIVE )
Char Age: 37
Char appearance: Lightly tanned skin and the surety of someone with many years of experience. Scars from some form of massive injury criss cross his chest, a doctor would say they look self inflicted, his left eye is a startling bright blue the other is a milky white, however he can still see out of it due to a wierd genetic disposition. His mouth is almost permanantly closed due to a bullet sawing through the nerves on the right side of his jaw, the wound slowly healing and so his speach is often short if at all spoken. A groove along his right cheek that reaches to his ear testament to the bullet wound. His powerful arms and strong legs suggest the build of someone who excels in bursts of strength that can be held and endured. His Leather Jacket has been lined with monofilament Titanium-Alloy fibres that increase its strength, his DPM pants come right out of a Pre-apocalyptic engagement, and his boots are military issue. His black singlet has seen its share of damage as its many patches attest. The final thing one would be drawn to upon seeing this grisiled veteran would be his length of black hair drain into a braid that reaches down his back, tipped at the end with 4 teeth taken from the mouth of one of his victims.
Equipment: His Remigington 40cal sniper rifle has dozens of kill marks on its weathered stock and the silenced SMG on a bandolier sling has its share too. A pack filled with ammo and grenades is strapped to his back, the kidney strap adorned with grenades and clip on magazine holsters for his SMG, a thigh holster holds a Browning 9mm silenced pistol and a 15" combat knife is slipped into its holster on his boot.
Backstory: Terence has seen fighting across all 7 continents in the service of various world powers, when the apocalypse stuck he was piloting a helicopter gunship that was engaging a rebel pirate ship of the coast of Peurto Rico fufilling a contract, he managed to rise above the breakers of the following Tsunami and head to the nearest refulling point that was still standing after the fall.

He hates to tell others of his past but the one thing he often speaks of is his sighting of one of the worlds most lethal predators, he will then laugh and mutter under his breath, "I looked in a mirror"
Other info: Loyal to few people except those who pay him he has a soft spot somewhere deep down that he nurtures but tells noone of.

Player Name:FITZZ
Character Name:Sabrina "Whiskey" Lopez .
Char Age: 26
Char appearance: Latina,Tall (5'8") athletic build,dressed in fatigues .
Equipment: Carries a rucksack filled with supplies as well as an M-4,a Barreta 9MM and a K-Bar knife.
Backstory: Whiskey grew up in East L.A. and was a member of a local street gang,at age 17 she was arrested for the aggravated assault of a rival gang member and given the choice of either joining the armed forces or spending the next ten years in prison.
She opted to join the Army and was subsequently stationed in London.
Other info: Whiskey is a loner...trusting no one,she now wanders the waste land and ruins simply surviving from day to day...

Player Name: blood reaper
Character Name: Subject Delta
Char Age: 39
Char appearance: Face and body covered inb strange knight like armour
Equipment: Two Swords and a Balisong (knife) along with Heavy armour
Backstory: Delta is a strange and extremly dangerous lunatic who once served as a mercenery for any one willing to pay a high price , after many years of killing and assinations Delta was imprisoned for his crimes and was driven mad by his failure to evade capture. When the apocalypse came Delta escaped and will continue to spread terror.
Other info: Utterly insane and will kill anything in his path

WS: 4
BS: 4
S: 4
T: 4
W: 3
I: 3(2)
A: 4
LD: 10
Sv: 5+

Player Name: Darko, of the Void of 40k
Character Name: Michael "Mikey" Kane
Char Age: 37
Char appearance: Strong, large build, broad shoulders, 6'5, large messy brown beard and hair
Equipment: M9 with belt holster, Mossberg 500 with back holster, 5 Additional M9 clips, 12 Gauge ammo pouch, 15" Bowie Knife in combat sheath - all mounted on a Bandolier.
Backstory: A dedicated Rugby player and ex-US military for years, Mike has always been a survivor, born and bred in the great state of Texas.
Other info: Holed up in a network of abandoned military bunkers with approximately 500 other survivors, including a hundred or so Home Guard.

WS: 4
BS: 4
S: 5
T: 5
W: 3
I: 3
A: 2
LD: 8
Sv: --

Player Name: Devastator
Character Name: Bonesaw
Char Age: 28
Char appearance: something like this
Equipment: AK-74M with sling and bayonet, m9 with belt holster , 6 clips for AK and 3 for m9, chest rig ,back pack, combat knife, gas mask, Molotovs.
Backstory: "treasure" seeker with some military training, Bonesaw wanders village to village trading what ever she finds while looting.
Other info : paranoid and slightly insane[/color/

WS: 3
BS: 3
S: 4
T: 4
W: 3
I: 3
A: 2
LD: 8
Sv: --

Player Name: Potato_God, Lord of the Harvest
Character Name: Stix n Stones (Stix for short)
Char Age: 16
Char appearance: shaggy shoulder length hair, very worn grey jacket, patchwork pants.
Equipment: Machete, Old 9mm, 3 clips, FN-FAL, book of Grimms Fairy Tales
Backstory: Before the Incident, Stix was a feral child who lived in the Woods of the northern New York. since he was a small child, a hiker would come into the woods and visit him. He taught Stix how to read, speak, and gave him food and water. after the incident, Stix left the woods, trying to find the man who helped him, and just trying to survive; just like before.
Other info: feral child, is suspicious of people.

WS: 3
BS: 1
S: 3
T: 3
W: 2
I: 5
A: 3
LD: 7
Sv: --

Player Name: WARORK93
Character Name: Dimitri Petrenko
Char Age: 32
Char appearance: short, compact, scrappy, durable, 5'11, rugged, scruffy black hair, clothed in tiger stripe camo fatigues, gloves, camouflage bandanna and black combat boots
Equipment: AK-103 (foldable stock, SUSAT sights, extended mag, detachable suppressor) basically this, A survival knife/bayonet like this, combat shovel like this, and an RPG-7 launcher with no ammo, hazmat gear and gas mask
Backstory: Dimitri was a Spetznaz operative in the unstable Russian Federation government before the apocalypse, his squad survived by hiding in an old fallout bunker abandoned after the cold war. When they surfaced, they found the wastelands that used to be their homeland, and now wander aimlessly, seeking only to survive and be a force unto their own.
Other info: generally logical and calm, can be brutal and closed minded due to his training and experiences in the post apocalypse

WS: 4
BS: 5
S: 4
T: 4
W: 3
I: 4
A: 2
LD: 9
Sv: --

Player Name: Chowderhead

Character Name: Lev Vlassov

Age: 28

Appearance: Scar over 1 eye from childhood fight, Burn marks on back from a Car Bomb. About 6'3, a very slim height, however,

Equipment- Barrett M107A1, Seiga Shotgun, Makarov Pistol, Arctic, Tundra and Grassland Ghillie Suit, K-Bar (His Grand-father's Knife, taken from a American GI in WWII)

Background Lev was born into a home with 6 brothers and 2 sisters. The parents were alcoholics, and Lev joined a gang, where he stayed for 6 years. He was caught at the age of 18 by the Soviet government. He was told he could join the Military, or die for his crimes. He joined the military, and has become a sniper after basic training. During the "Great Death", as he puts it, he was on assignment in the waists of Siberia. When the fissure began to open, and the animals began to howl, Lev and his partner, Dashka, began to run. A shadow began to follow them out of the fissure. The shadow waded along slowly, then began picking up speed like a train. Soon, it hit Dasha. The beast appeared to have killed Dasha by simply enveloping him in the shadow. It then charged at Lev, but mid strike, stopped. The beast paused, looked at the Russian with his pistol and knife drawn, and walked away.
Lev now works as security for a small Hamlet of people in a large Grassy Plain in Scotland. The reapers seem to follow Dmitri, however, they never seem to attack him. It seems that the reapers want him alive, for some sinister reason.

Other: Lev has had 6 years of being in a gang, and 8 years of Soviet Spetnaz training. He never smiles, never makes a joke, and rarely speaks. He is at home in a large field with a Ghillie suit on.

WS: 3
BS: 6
S: 4
T: 4
W: 3
I: 4
A: 3
LD: 8
Sv: --

Player Name: Mordoskul, Grand Rplogian of DOOMFART
Character Name: Henry Miles
Age: 34
Appearance: Henry has a slightly pasty complexion, with a well-trimmed brown mustache and beard. He stands around 5'8.
Equipment: Bolt action rifle, pump shotgun, crowbar, survival kit with clean water, rations etc. Gas mask, leather armor, crank radio, swiss army knife, pre-disaster money, copy of Moby Dick.
Backstory: Henry was a family man, making a decent living working for a marketing company. He lived in Liverpool with his wife, Laura, and his teenage daughter, Sarah, in a nice-sized house in the middle of a nice neighborhood. He was a fit man, and jogged around the block everyday after work. His neighbors loved him, and he would often offer to perform odd jobs without fee, simply out of the goodness of his heart. Then the gak hit the fan. Henry and his family were at Ground Zero when the Reapers emerged, and barely managed to escape Liverpool, using the subways to take his family to safety. When the government collapsed, Henry and his family took to the road, scraping out an existence by raiding abandoned stores and shops. Then came Simon. While Henry and his family slept, a gang of raiders made to kill and rob them. Waking with a blade to his neck, he kicked his attacker off of him, waking his family in preparation to run for it. However, Laura had been stabbed to death in her sleep, and Sarah was no where to be seen, then he turned, and saw him. A well-dressed man wearing a surgeon's mask and a leather vest held a gun to his daughter's head, and introduced himself as Simon. He said he was taking Sarah, and there was nothing he could no about it. Henry was helpless, if he tried to intervene, she would die, if he didn't... Laughing cruelly, Simon and his minions piled into their jeep, and drove off into the distance, his daughter in tow. Flash forward six years, Henry is the perfect survivor, killing game with his high-powered rifle, and hunting raiders, searching for some word of Simon or his daughter. He will do anything, kill anyone, sacrifice anybody, to see his daughter alive.
Other info: Henry is a man with a mission: find Sarah and kill the sonnofabitch who took her.

WS: 4
BS: 4
S: 4
T: 4
W: 3
I: 4
A: 2
LD: 8
Sv: 6+

Player Name: Catos
Character Name: Cathal Rambrak
Char Age: 26
Char appearance: Tall and wear leather pants and leather capelike jacket. Has black flat spiky hair with red highliights.
Equipment: Knives in holsters around his belt along with guns. He also has various useful game items in various pockets including a deck of cards.
Backstory: Cathal was born in London and grew up in an upper middle class family and was very interested in games from a young age . He joined a group of game enthusiasts but he got bored after outclassing them all. He graduated from secondary school to spend his time challenging people to games who he would kill if they lost. He would only challenge people who had wronged in their life to games so he could have the fun of killing them and the fun of doing it in the name of justice.....sort of. He has recently been spending his time in the forest trying to kill reapers, in order to find one of the legendary mystical items that they sometimes carry.
Other Info: He was a world champion in various games before the catastrophe.

WS: 3
BS: 3
S: 4
T: 4
W: 3
I: 5
A: 2
LD: 7
Sv: --

Player Name:FITZZ
Character Name:Sabrina "Whiskey" Lopez .
Char Age: 26
Char appearance: Latina,Tall (5'8") athletic build,dressed in fatigues .
Equipment: Carries a rucksack filled with supplies as well as an M-4,a Barreta 9MM and a K-Bar knife.
Backstory: Whiskey grew up in East L.A. and was a member of a local street gang,at age 17 she was arrested for the aggravated assault of a rival gang member and given the choice of either joining the armed forces or spending the next ten years in prison.
She opted to join the Army and was subsequently stationed in London.
Other info: Whiskey is a loner...trusting no one,she now wanders the waste land and ruins simply surviving from day to day...

WS: 3
BS: 4
S: 3
T: 3
W: 3
I: 4
A: 2
LD: 8
Sv: --

Player Name:Tyranic Marta
Character Name: Terence Blackwood, (No not the one from SURVIVE )
Char Age: 37
Char appearance: Lightly tanned skin and the surety of someone with many years of experience. Scars from some form of massive injury criss cross his chest, a doctor would say they look self inflicted, his left eye is a startling bright blue the other is a milky white, however he can still see out of it due to a wierd genetic disposition. His mouth is almost permanantly closed due to a bullet sawing through the nerves on the right side of his jaw, the wound slowly healing and so his speach is often short if at all spoken. A groove along his right cheek that reaches to his ear testament to the bullet wound. His powerful arms and strong legs suggest the build of someone who excels in bursts of strength that can be held and endured. His Leather Jacket has been lined with monofilament Titanium-Alloy fibres that increase its strength, his DPM pants come right out of a Pre-apocalyptic engagement, and his boots are military issue. His black singlet has seen its share of damage as its many patches attest. The final thing one would be drawn to upon seeing this grisiled veteran would be his length of black hair drain into a braid that reaches down his back, tipped at the end with 4 teeth taken from the mouth of one of his victims.
Equipment: His Remigington 40cal sniper rifle has dozens of kill marks on its weathered stock and the silenced SMG on a bandolier sling has its share too. A pack filled with ammo and grenades is strapped to his back, the kidney strap adorned with grenades and clip on magazine holsters for his SMG, a thigh holster holds a Browning 9mm silenced pistol and a 15" combat knife is slipped into its holster on his boot.
Backstory: Terence has seen fighting across all 7 continents in the service of various world powers, when the apocalypse stuck he was piloting a helicopter gunship that was engaging a rebel pirate ship of the coast of Peurto Rico fufilling a contract, he managed to rise above the breakers of the following Tsunami and head to the nearest refulling point that was still standing after the fall.

He hates to tell others of his past but the one thing he often speaks of is his sighting of one of the worlds most lethal predators, he will then laugh and mutter under his breath, "I looked in a mirror"
Other info: Loyal to few people except those who pay him he has a soft spot somewhere deep down that he nurtures but tells noone of.

WS: 3
BS: 4
S: 5
T: 5
W: 3
I: 3(2)
A: 2
LD: 8
Sv: 4+

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"

WS: 3
BS: 3
S: 3
T: 3
W: 3
I: 3
A: 2
LD: 7
Sv: --

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.

WS: 3
BS: 4
S: 4
T: 4
W: 3
I: 3
A: 2
LD: 8
Sv: --

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.

Kais

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

blood reaper — GMT

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

Darkvoidof40k — GMT

[offer to be GM removed] I will just play with a character (easier seeing as how I'm already a GM and have a tendancy to extremely over-do events, resulting in slow progression of the roleplay, even if the events are sex for the eyes).

Player Name: Darko, of the Void of 40k
Character Name: Michael "Mikey" Kane
Char Age: 37
Char appearance: Strong, large build, broad shoulders, 6'5, large messy brown beard and hair
Equipment: M9 with belt holster, Mossberg 500 with back holster, 5 Additional M9 clips, 12 Gauge ammo pouch, 15" Bowie Knife in combat sheath - all mounted on a Bandolier.
Backstory: A dedicated Rugby player and ex-US military for years, Mike has always been a survivor, born and bred in the great state of Texas.
Other info: Holed up in a network of abandoned military bunkers with approximately 500 other survivors, including a hundred or so Home Guard.

Edit: I will enjoy creating some very funny side-characters as well..

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

Devastator — GMT

Player Name: Devastator
Character Name: Bonesaw
Char Age: 28
Char appearance: something like this
Equipment: AK-74M with sling and bayonet, m9 with belt holster , 6 clips for AK and 3 for m9, chest rig ,back pack, combat knife, gas mask, Molotovs.
Backstory: "treasure" seeker with some military training, Bonesaw wanders village to village trading what ever she finds while looting.
Other info : paranoid and slightly insane

Hmm, guess that i could try female character for change.
@Dark guess who's going to stalk you.

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

Darkvoidof40k — GMT

Bring it on, biatch.

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

Shas'ui T'au Kais — GMT

Welcome one, welcome all.

But seriously if you know anybody who would like to GM pleeeaaase tell me.

But I suppose I successfully GMed my last RP

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

Shas'ui T'au Kais — GMT

Oh god, Dark, you're all doomed...

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

Darkvoidof40k — GMT

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Welcome one, welcome all.

But seriously if you know anybody who would like to GM pleeeaaase tell me.

But I suppose I successfully GMed my last RP

If you need any pointers, just shout.

Pointer #1: Establish more background. Location/ruling castes/society/survivor numbers etc etc.

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

Darkvoidof40k — GMT

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Oh god, Dark, you're all doomed...

Do you mean, "Oh God Dark! You're [everyone else] all doomed.." or "Oh God Dark, you're doomed."

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

Shas'ui T'au Kais — GMT

It's just I really wanted to create a character...

...mehehehe...

...crap...

Oh well I'll try and get a map in sometime tomorrow

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

FITZZ — GMT

Trying to wrap up the RP I'm GM'ing ATM,but this looks like it could be interesting...save me a seat.

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

Darkvoidof40k — GMT

FITZZ wrote: Trying to wrap up the RP I'm GM'ing ATM,but this looks like it could be interesting...save me a seat.

Row F, seat 46 - now reserved.

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

FITZZ — GMT

Darkvoidof40k wrote:
FITZZ wrote: Trying to wrap up the RP I'm GM'ing ATM,but this looks like it could be interesting...save me a seat.

Row F, seat 46 - now reserved.

Cool,I can see the drummer from here...

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

Shas'ui T'au Kais — GMT

No, no, no, that seat is reserved for Justin Biebe (I'm setting up a trap, the chair is rigged with explosives)

FITZZ will have to go in row Z seat 666

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

Darkvoidof40k — GMT

Just in case any of you are interested, my popular Space Hulk roleplay is still accepting.

It'd be great to see some of you dudes there.

edit: even if you don't join, it's a good read.

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

Shas'ui T'au Kais — GMT

Btw am I going to be the astablished GM then?

If so, Dark, I may need some pointers.

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

Darkvoidof40k — GMT

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Btw am I going to be the astablished GM then?

If so, Dark, I may need some pointers.

Well, I'll be sure to help. But may I suggest reading Space Hulk? I know it's my thread, but it might actually be a good idea to see da big GM himself in action rather than for me to just say things here and there all the time.. like work experience, y'know?

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

blood reaper — GMT

I can tell this is going to be a great RPG.

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

Shas'ui T'au Kais — GMT

Really? I am flattered.

What gives you that impression?

My devilishly handsome charms?

My many great talents?

My massive rocketlauncher strapped onto the back of a wolf?

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

Darkvoidof40k — GMT

blood reaper wrote:I can tell this is going to be a great RPG.

Well you've got two of Dakka's roleplaying Gods in the room, and a few lesser roleplaying entities following in their wake..

On a side not, Kerrang! radio! <3

http://radioplayer.kerrangradio.co.uk/

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

Potato_God — GMT

Can I still sign up?

Player Name: Potato_God, Lord of the Harvest ()
Character Name: Stix n Stones (Stix for short)
Char Age: 16
Char appearance: shaggy shoulder length hair, very worn grey jacket, patchwork pants.
Equipment: Machete, Old 9mm, 3 clips, FN-FAL, book of Grimms Fairy Tales
Backstory: Before the Incident, Stix was a feral child who lived in the Woods of the northern New York. since he was a small child, a hiker would come into the woods and visit him. He taught Stix how to read, speak, and gave him food and water. after the incident, Stix left the woods, trying to find the man who helped him, and just trying to survive; just like before.
Other info: feral child, is suspicious of people.

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

Shas'ui T'au Kais — GMT

Thanks Darko, I am greatly thankful.

Tomorrow there will be a little glimpse of somebody who will play an important role in the RP.

Also, if I have time, I will try and create a map

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

Shas'ui T'au Kais — GMT

Sure thing dude you can join.

Dark, I know one of the Gods is you, but who is the other unknown enitity?

Oh, me you say?

I am flattered once again

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Mordoskul — GMT

Reserve this seat!

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

Shas'ui T'au Kais — GMT

Uh, okay buddy, I can fit you in on row -P, number pi, is that alright?

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

WARORK93 — GMT

(Darn it Devastator, you totally took my guy's appearance. XD )

Player Name: WARORK93
Character Name: Dimitri Petrenko
Char Age: 32
Char appearance: short, compact, scrappy, durable, 5'11, rugged, scruffy black hair, clothed in tiger stripe camo fatigues, gloves, camouflage bandanna and black combat boots
Equipment: AK-103 (foldable stock, SUSAT sights, extended mag, detachable suppressor) basically this, a makarov like this, A survival knife/bayonet like this, combat shovel like this, and an RPG-7 launcher with no ammo, hazmat gear and gas mask
Backstory: Dimitri was a Spetznaz operative in the unstable Russian Federation government before the apocalypse, his squad survived by hiding in an old fallout bunker abandoned after the cold war. When they surfaced, they found the wastelands that used to be their homeland, and now wander aimlessly, seeking only to survive and be a force unto their own.
Other info: generally logical and calm, can be brutal and closed minded due to his training and experiences in the post apocalypse

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

Shas'ui T'au Kais — GMT

Btw you are all allowede NPC's, just don't go overboard with them

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

Shas'ui T'au Kais — GMT

Also, any ideas for where this could take place.

Right now I am thinking good old England!

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

blood reaper — GMT

Sounds good , maybay ruined London is the large base of some Bandits.?

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

Mordoskul — GMT

Germany!

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

Shas'ui T'au Kais — GMT

It would be different, buuuuut... no

Yeah I can sorta get the feel for a ruined and devastated England.

Sounds good about the base of bandits thing

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

WARORK93 — GMT

hmmmmm, gonna have to think about how my character gets there if we're gonna be in London....

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

Shas'ui T'au Kais — GMT

John Renzo sat in his chair, deep in thought. The plan had been made, and his forces were multiplying by the day. Clones, they were, of the best soldier he had ever had. He had been nicknamed Achilles long ago, and not even he knew the mans's real name. Before the apocalypse he had been feared by many. The thought of him scared any soldier out of his skin. Now, because of his agreement to be cloned, John would have the best army in history. He revelled in these thoughts as he slowly fell asleep.

He woke up with a start, as the very man he had been thinking about entered the room, and shut the door behind him.

"Sir," he adressed John, before walking up to him and laying a piece of paper down on his desk. "I thought you would want to see these."

John listened to what the man had to say before picking up the piece of paper and reading it thoroughly. A smile crept onto his face as he laid down the piece of paper and spoke to Achilles.

"The production is going faster than I ever anticipated. This is brilliant!" he shouted, shaking his fist, and standing up to face the massive screen on the wall behind his desk, and gazing at the broken world on the surface. "Soon we will control everything, and rebuild a glorious empire. This is our time Achilles. Nobody will stand in our way!"

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

blood reaper — GMT

Intresting , cloned warriors to enforce a new world empire.

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

FM Ninja 048 — GMT

I want to play!

Are we definately doing britain as our setting?

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

FITZZ — GMT

...But...we can't just find guns everywhere in Britain.

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

FM Ninja 048 — GMT

FITZZ wrote:...But...we can't just find guns everywhere in Britain.

which is why ~~Jennifer~~ Lucy is 'ex' army

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

FITZZ — GMT

FM Ninja 048 wrote:
FITZZ wrote:...But...we can't just find guns everywhere in Britain.

which is why ~~Jennifer~~ Lucy is 'ex' army

ah Jennifer...wonder what ever became of her?...Darko?

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

FM Ninja 048 — GMT

We had a final showdown, bulldozer jousting, I won, and then killed all your guys

In my mind anyway...

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

FITZZ — GMT

FM Ninja 048 wrote:We had a final showdown, bulldozer jousting, I won, and then killed all your guys

In my mind anyway...

But...me and Nachos were in a tank...you must have had one hell of a bulldozer.

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

FM Ninja 048 — GMT

It had armour, it was more of a killdozer...

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

Chowderhead — GMT

Player Name: Chowderhead

Character Name: Lev Vlassov

Age: 28

Appearance: Scar over 1 eye from childhood fight, Burn marks on back from a Car Bomb. About 6'3, a very slim height, however,

Equipment- Barrett M107A1, Seiga Shotgun, Makarov Pistol, Arctic, Tundra and Grassland Ghillie Suit, K-Bar (His Grand-father's Knife, taken from a American GI in WWII)

Background Lev was born into a home with 6 brothers and 2 sisters. The parents were alcoholics, and Lev joined a gang, where he stayed for 6 years. He was caught at the age of 18 by the Soviet government. He was told he could join the Military, or die for his crimes. He joined the military, and has become a sniper after basic training. During the "Great Death", as he puts it, he was on assignment in the waists of Siberia. When the fissure began to open, and the animals began to howl, Lev and his partner, Dashka, began to run. A shadow began to follow them out of the fissure. The shadow waded along slowly, then began picking up speed like a train. Soon, it hit Dasha. The beast appeared to have killed Dasha by simply enveloping him in the shadow. It then charged at Lev, but mid strike, stopped. The beast paused, looked at the Russian with his pistol and knife drawn, and walked away.
Lev now works as security for a small Hamlet of people in a large Grassy Plain in Scotland. The reapers seem to follow Dmitri, however, they never seem to attack him. It seems that the reapers want him alive, for some sinister reason.

Other: Lev has had 6 years of being in a gang, and 8 years of Soviet Spetnaz training. He never smiles, never makes a joke, and rarely speaks. He is at home in a large field with a Ghillie suit on.

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

Mordoskul — GMT

Player Name: Mordoskul, Grand Rplogian of DOOMFART
Character Name: Henry Miles
Age: 34
Appearance: Henry has a slightly pasty complexion, with a well-trimmed brown mustache and beard. He stands around 5'8.
Equipment: Bolt action rifle, pump shotgun, crowbar, survival kit with clean water, rations etc. Gas mask, leather armor, crank radio, swiss army knife, pre-disaster money, copy of Moby Dick.
Backstory: Henry was a family man, making a decent living working for a marketing company. He lived in Liverpool with his wife, Laura, and his teenage daughter, Sarah, in a nice-sized house in the middle of a nice neighborhood. He was a fit man, and jogged around the block everyday after work. His neighbors loved him, and he would often offer to perform odd jobs without fee, simply out of the goodness of his heart. Then the gak hit the fan. Henry and his family were at Ground Zero when the Reapers emerged, and barely managed to escape Liverpool, using the subways to take his family to safety. When the government collapsed, Henry and his family took to the road, scraping out an existence by raiding abandoned stores and shops. Then came Simon. While Henry and his family slept, a gang of raiders made to kill and rob them. Waking with a blade to his neck, he kicked his attacker off of him, waking his family in preparation to run for it. However, Laura had been stabbed to death in her sleep, and Sarah was no where to be seen, then he turned, and saw him. A well-dressed man wearing a surgeon's mask and a leather vest held a gun to his daughter's head, and introduced himself as Simon. He said he was taking Sarah, and there was nothing he could no about it. Henry was helpless, if he tried to intervene, she would die, if he didn't... Laughing cruelly, Simon and his minions piled into their jeep, and drove off into the distance, his daughter in tow. Flash forward six years, Henry is the perfect survivor, killing game with his high-powered rifle, and hunting raiders, searching for some word of Simon or his daughter. He will do anything, kill anyone, sacrifice anybody, to see his daughter alive.
Other info: Henry is a man with a mission: find Sarah and kill the sonnofabitch who took her.

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

Shas'ui T'au Kais — GMT

Welcome fresh meat- I mean players!

Yes, it will be in England, but I would like to say that in the years leading up to the apocalypse crime was very frequent, and weapon dealings etc. were very common, so you can pick up the weapons they left behind in certain places.

Also you can pick up weapons from the bandits that frequently attacked.

As well as from the crazed delinquents that wonder the earth crazily.

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

Shas'ui T'au Kais — GMT

Yes, Blood Reaper, that will be part of his plan, but believe me, he is not the good guy.

There will be more sinister motives of his

Ninja you can join

I will try and get a map in later, then we can start and evryone can do thier intro's

On another note, I now have a character list in the OP

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Catos — GMT

Joining this.

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

Shas'ui T'au Kais — GMT

Cool Catos, just do your character sheet and I'll fit you in

Now I am going to start on the map, once it's done I'll start the RP

Also I want to say that although it is very hard to kill a Reaper, they may hold mystical items once they are destroyed...

...just keep that in mind

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

Darkvoidof40k — GMT

Mystical.. items? You mean coveted items such as.. such as.. PLASMA RIFLES?!

Side note, if you post with bad grammar, I will literally attack you and your posts. Except for FITZZ, his posts are too awesome for me to care about his atrocious grammar.

Make sure to add my lil' underground bunker network somewhere on the map (entrances = blobs of grey, tunnel networks/compounds = grey lines/blocks respectively).

And Mordo.. I just might have to do a screenshot in New Vegas. Slightly more awesome than your Fallout 3 screen shot.

Also, I have now decided my dude will wear a cowboy hat; hailing from Texas and all..

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

Devastator — GMT

Darkvoidof40k wrote:Side note, if you post with bad grammar, I will literally attack you and your posts.

I will do my best with grammar.

Just one question: are you allowed have lets say small med-kit even if its not in your roster?

edit fixed

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

Darkvoidof40k — GMT

Devastator wrote:
Darkvoidof40k wrote:Side note, if you post with bad grammar, I will literally attack you and your posts.

Will do my best with grammar.

Just one question: are you allowed have lets say small med-kit even if its not in your rooster?

Rooster is a large male chicken.
Roster is a collection of data.
Character form/sheet is what you're referring to .

The Character form is just a sort of "overview", just roleplay additional things into your posts.

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

Shas'ui T'au Kais — GMT

Ooooookaaaaay...

Cool that reminds me, maybe your underground bunker could be a little bit like a vault system

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

Darkvoidof40k — GMT

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Ooooookaaaaay...

Cool that reminds me, maybe your underground bunker could be a little bit like a vault system

Not a bad idea, except for the fact that our government is far to slowed to prepare for the apocalypse.

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

Shas'ui T'au Kais — GMT

Too true

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

Shas'ui T'au Kais — GMT

The map has been done and put in the OP, and so does the RP begin.

I will accept any new players who want to join, but eventually it will be full. Those who said they wanted to join but haven't done there character sheet are still in.

Now, for the intros!

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

Darkvoidof40k — GMT

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:The map has been done and put in the OP, and so does the RP begin.

I will accept any new players who want to join, but eventually it will be full. Those who said they wanted to join but haven't done there character sheet are still in.

Now, for the intros!

You're going to have to upload that image to the internet externally of Dakka and then post it here. Wargaming-only attachments.. only..

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

FM Ninja 048 — GMT

Player Name: FM Ninja 048
Character Name: Lucy Shepard

Char Age: 29
Char appearance: Long dark brown hair, tall, leather jacket, riding boots, heavy trousers with overkilt

Equipment: .338 arctic warfare magnum sniper's rifle with Supressor and Bipod, Sabre, MP5k with holo sight and suppressor, Tanto, camelbak, other suvivor stuff
Backstory: Born into a rich Scottish family, Lucy was raised in the highlands of scotland, learning to ride in the moors, going on pheasant shoots, all that rich stuff. Following in family traditions she joined the Army after finishing university, she joined the Black watch and quickly rose to a sniper position. There she met her friends, Kirsty(medic), Amy(Driver) and Roy(pipes). They were on the way back home when it happened, the transport was ordered to london to help protect the government but the pilot refused, the plane landed at RAF Lossiemouth allowing the troops to go home and spend the last time with their families.

But it didn't work like that, Amy managed to get a Scimitar sceduled for shipment to germany running and as civilian mobs over-ran the main gates they escaped through the fence into the niebouring golf club. Escaping towards the Shepard Estate, the closest house of the four of them. They arrived at the mansion to see razor wirer along all the walls, concrete blocks scattered about the road up to the gates. Weaving around the blocks the
tank made it up to the gate, Lucy Jumped off the turret, buzzing the intercom. the gate opened, revealing the gardens, only they wern't gardens now, they were vegtable gardens, scaffolding was being erected next to the gate, like a watch tower. Offered a place behind the walls, secure in the mansion-fortress, all four of them declined. Reclaming her Motorcycle from it's garage and loading the Scimitar up with supplys, they left the compound, making for Fort George, to resupply on arms and ammo.

Today, they survive as soldiers of fortune, helping out at survivor camps, If you have a problem, if no one else can help, and if you can find them, well, maby they'll do it if they can be bothered

Spoiler:

note images are for what they look like, not what they're wearing/using

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

Darkvoidof40k — GMT

Dude, you have some sort of serious hard-on for chicks with guns .

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

FM Ninja 048 — GMT

Darkvoidof40k wrote:Dude, you have some sort of serious hard-on for chicks with guns .

I like to think of it as my 'trademark' character

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

Darkvoidof40k — GMT

FM Ninja 048 wrote:
Darkvoidof40k wrote:Dude, you have some sort of serious hard-on for chicks with guns .

I like to think of it as my 'trademark' character

So.. when you go to introduce yourself..

"Hey, nice to meet you, I'm Bob."
"Nice to meet you too, I'm FM Ninja 048, and I get off over chicks with guns!"

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

FM Ninja 048 — GMT

eww, no

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

Shas'ui T'au Kais — GMT

Now, time for the intro posts...

...pretty please

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

Darkvoidof40k — GMT

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Now, time for the intro posts...

...pretty please

Soon..

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

Shas'ui T'au Kais — GMT

Grrrrr...

How about an incentive?

You do your post now, and I will give you your plasma Cannon and a Fatman

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

Darkvoidof40k — GMT

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Grrrrr...

How about an incentive?

You do your post now, and I will give you your plasma Cannon and a Fatman

But my brain needs recharging..

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

Shas'ui T'au Kais — GMT

Hmmm... buy Duracel batteries

Because Duracel lasts longer

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

Darkvoidof40k — GMT

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Hmmm... buy Duracel batteries

Because Duracel lasts longer

I don't trust that bunny..

*racks shotgun*

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

Devastator — GMT

Darkvoidof40k wrote:But my brain needs recharging..

Your avatar seems to be disagreeing with your statement.

London is fortress of scrap metal guarded by legion of raiders?
Hmm probably best to find another spawn point.

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

Shas'ui T'au Kais — GMT

Yes, that would be best.

OIr you couldbe like an undercover guy pretending to be a raider just to rob supplies?

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

Darkvoidof40k — GMT

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Yes, that would be best.

OIr you couldbe like an undercover guy pretending to be a raider just to rob supplies?

Or you could just do what I'm going to do.

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

Shas'ui T'au Kais — GMT

And I do not know what this is because you haven't posted yet!

*cracks whip*

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

Darkvoidof40k — GMT

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:And I do not know what this is because you haven't posted yet!

*cracks whip*

*racks shotgun..again*

You'll find out what it is soon enough..

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

Shas'ui T'au Kais — GMT

*Take out ballistic knife, and readies tomahawk*

Make it very soon...

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

Catos — GMT

Player Name: Catos
Character Name: Cathal Rambrak
Char Age: 26
Char appearance: Tall and wear leather pants and leather capelike jacket. Has black flat spiky hair with red highliights.
Equipment: Knives in holsters around his belt along with guns. He also has various useful game items in various pockets including a deck of cards.
Backstory: Cathal was born in London and grew up in an upper middle class family and was very interested in games from a young age . He joined a group of game enthusiasts but he got bored after outclassing them all. He graduated from secondary school to spend his time challenging people to games who he would kill if they lost. He would only challenge people who had wronged in their life to games so he could have the fun of killing them and the fun of doing it in the name of justice.....sort of. He has recently been spending his time in the forest trying to kill reapers, in order to find one of the legendary mystical items that they sometimes carry.
Other Info: He was a world champion in various games before the catastrophe.

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

Shas'ui T'au Kais — GMT

Hmmmm, I will alow the "trying to kill reapers", but remember all reaper battles will be done in an event, so be cautious.

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

Darkvoidof40k — GMT

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Hmmmm, I will alow the "trying to kill reapers", but remember all reaper battles will be done in an event, so be cautious.

I can foresee the first player death already..

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

Mordoskul — GMT

Henry Miles walked with feline grace through the ruins of London, striding through the twisted skeletons of once proud buildings. The radio strapped to his shoulder played Mighty, Mighty Man softly as his footsteps echoed hollowly throughout the strip mall as Henry carefully pushed open the door of a pharmacy, and stepped inside, his rifle sweeping the aisles as he did so. Walking quickly up and down the aisles, he grabbed several bottles of painkillers and antibiotics, sweeping them into his brown backpack, the pills and capsules inside rattling about as they dropped inside. Vaulting over the filthy counter, Henry broke the cash register open with his crowbar, using his knife to pry the delicate pieces of the computer from it's housing, and placing them in a side pocket of his bag. Satisfied he had taken everything worth taking, Henry made to leave, but ducked back behind the counter, and kept his head low, drawing his shotgun from his pack as he crouched behind the counter. He heard footsteps, heavy and unsubtle. Voices now, gruff and thick. "Take all dem dere pills! Head to the back, an' take any supplies ya' see!" Henry heard heavy footfalls approaching the counter from which he hid. Counting to three, Henry straitened up with incredible speed, firing his shotgun at a group of three Genefreaks, blowing the malformed head off of the one nearest to the counter, dropping corpse to the tiled floor with a smack. "Kill 'em! Kill 'em!" The other mutants drew crude melee weapons, simple pipes with nails rammed through their hafts, and charged. The first, a massive brute with dark green skin and without lips swung his club at the man, who ducked, and vaulted over the counter, opening the freak's back with his weapon, exposing his spine with a gory retort. He roared, dropping dead over the counter, and sprawling over the floor. The final Genefreak revved a chainsaw, the noisy tool screaming to life as he charged. The mutant swung wildly, an attack without control, that missed and sent the chainsaw whirring into the shelves behind him. Firing at the brute, Henry made his way out of the store, slamming the door behind him. The Genefreak bellowed and charged after him, screaming wildly as he burst from the pharmacy. As he he did so, Henry fired twice into the brute, dropping him to the ground, but not killing him. Quickly, the mutant stood shakily back up, blood coating him like red sweat, his bestial face a mask of fury. Henry took careful aim, and pulled the trigger. Nothing happened. The Genefreak laughed as it lifted it's weapon again, and ran at him. Henry swore loudly, and dropped the shotgun, pulling out his crowbar and ducking low under the mutant's wild swing, and buried the tip of the crowbar into the freak's stomach, pulling out a huge chunk of meat as he jumped back, spilling the mutant's intestines onto the blasted ground. He glanced at his dangling guts in disbelief, and dropped to his knees. Stepping behind him, Henry cracked the crowbar into the Genefreak's skull, allowing blood and brains to ooze from the wound. Salvaging what he could from the mutants, and returning the shotgun to his bag, Henry Miles carried on his way.

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

Shas'ui T'au Kais — GMT

Very nice Mordo...

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

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

Darkvoidof40k — GMT

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.

There are 1 million occupants of London today. I think quite a few will still be there, in one form or another.

Sweet. New idea has spawned from my brain.

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

Catos — GMT

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..

OOC: Well this could get interesting.....

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

blood reaper — GMT

Subject Delta crawled along the broken piller of a destroyed office block in London , watching the two patroling Bandits serch through crates and boxes placed earlier by Delta.
"There's nothing here were going to have to move before someone finds us."
The other Bandit points his rifle towards the other and shows signs of anger.

"Go back to base if you dont have the guts to look through bloody crates!"
The Bandit breaks open the lid of the crate
"There's nothing here!"

"Oh but there is little ones"
Delta quietly jumps down and impails the first Bandit and slashes the other across the throat with a quick strike from his blades. One of the Bandits tries to reach for his gun but is blinded by another strike across the face while Delta watches the other twitch as he dies.
"Night night little ones"

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

Shas'ui T'au Kais — GMT

Hmmm thats two people already starting in London, could get interesting..

...and Catos, you seem a bit too keen to get your hands on a mystical item, a little too keen, could cost you your life...

...well I will try not to be too hasrh, but I see certain injuries coming to your character.

But nice one blood reaper m8 but can you do a few longer posts in the future, as good posts are key to surviving an RP. Just look at FITZZ! Jeez his posts make me wanna cry at how amazing they are.

Also because Dark will eat thevery souls of people with poor posts, but I do like what you are actually doing with the post

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

Catos — GMT

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Hmmm thats two people already starting in London, could get interesting..

...and Catos, you seem a bit too keen to get your hands on a mystical item, a little too keen, could cost you your life...

...well I will try not to be too hasrh, but I see certain injuries coming to your character.

OOC: You cant harm me, I'm the one wearing the leather pants on this RP, and unlike the pharoh my leather pants actually are the source of my power !

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

Shas'ui T'au Kais — GMT

Jesus...

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

Catos — GMT

At least I haven't mentioned cardgames on motorcycles yet.

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

Shas'ui T'au Kais — GMT

Lord save me...

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

Potato_God — GMT

OOC: first RP post ever, so any complaints/advice would be much appreciated.

Stix had never been in a city before the catastrophes. He had never seen the grand skyscrapers, sprawling homes, the bright neon lights, all those things that came together to create the organized cacophony of the concrete jungle. All he had experience of cities were shadows of their former selves; grim reminders of a life of a society of hedonists, exhibitionists, and gluttons.

Needless to say, he hated it.

But he couldn't go back to the woods. most of the Flora and Fauna had died, and cruel, vile...things...had taken their place, turning what could have been a happy reminder of old times for Stix into a foul mockery of his past life. So he waited in the city. He was scavenging for food in a Supermarket, downright astonished at how much food these City people could keep in one place. Then the Bandits moved in. With barking guns and slashing knives and an almost demonic determination to bring a dying world closer to it's grave, Stix was wary of them. True, he had a gun, (two even!) and he had trained vigourously with them, but he couldn't bring himself to murder, after all the death that had been done. Plus, part of him was just scared; he was a child, by himself in a country that would've been foreign to him BEFORE these catastrophe's. So he hid, or perhaps waited, eating, excersizing, and hoping for the courage to venture back out into the hell of steel and tar that was once London.

This continued for quite sometime, until they arrived, voices booming from outside his makeshift home. They were threatening, yet small, weak and strong at the same time. Maybe they were afraid? Against his better judgement, Stix moved quietly out of his hiding spot (A nice patch of blankets around Eisle 7) closer to the voices outside the store. As he got closer, Stix managed to make out two distinct voices; one high pitched, excited, with a hint of madness behind it, the other slower, lower, spoken with a blunt inflection that seemed to mask a rather atypical intelligence. Stix named these voices Jekyl and Hyde; it was silly, but reminded him of an old story he loved, and it comforted him a bit.

"that stupid Jerm, He's really startin to piss me off."
"Calm down. He gave us a real easy assignment. besides, would you rather go find supplies or clean up camp?"
"I'd rather go out and sow some chaos, is what I'd rather do! We've been on scavenging detail for about 3 weeks now! even Rob wasn't on Scavenge Crew for that long, and he's one hell of an idiot!" Hyde seemed hardly pleased with this Jerm fellow, and Stix felt curiosity guide him closer, to make sure he could hear every word.

"Dun worry. If we get a good haul this time, I'm sure Boss Jerm will switch things up for us. But don't you dare keep any of our haul for yourself; that's how John lost his fingers."

It dawned on Stix that these men were planning to steal his livelihood. His supplies. they were breaking into HIS home. granted, he hated it, but it was his, goddamit, and nobody was going to steal from it! Stix reached for the FN-FAL he kept by the bathroom door, and walked closer, blocking out the jabbering of the two men. He felt so sneaky, so dangerous; he was going to kill these men before they even knew who he was! the grim fascination of protecting his new home washed away Stix's newfound pacifism. He was the killer, the Hunter, the...

CRUNCH!

Stix looked down and realized he'd stepped on a piece of kibble that had spilled onto the floor.

"What?"
"Wuzzat?"
Jekyl and Hyde turned towards the door. They gasped as the saw Stix, and drew their weapons.

Crap.

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

Shas'ui T'au Kais — GMT

Whoah Dark hasn't posted in a while, so I am guessing he is doing is post...

...excellent...

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

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

WARORK93 — GMT

(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....)

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

Darkvoidof40k — GMT

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?!

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

Shas'ui T'au Kais — GMT

Well I did do a map, but I kinda couldn't get it in the OP, but I have had someone say that he/she would do it for me...

*pokes the grammar king*

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

Darkvoidof40k — GMT

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.

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

Shas'ui T'au Kais — GMT

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

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

Catos — GMT

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.

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

Shas'ui T'au Kais — GMT

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

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

Devastator — GMT

I will write some rp tomorrow.

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

Shas'ui T'au Kais — GMT

K

See all you guys tomorrow

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

Catos — GMT

ill be watching you all when you sleep

just joking

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

Chowderhead — GMT

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?"

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

FM Ninja 048 — GMT

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

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

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

ghosty — GMT

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

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

WARORK93 — GMT

(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.)

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

FM Ninja 048 — GMT

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

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

Ragnar4 — GMT

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"

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

Evaelc — GMT

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.

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

Shas'ui T'au Kais — GMT

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...

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

Catos — GMT

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

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

Evaelc — GMT

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…

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

Mordoskul — GMT

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?

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

Shas'ui T'au Kais — GMT

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

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

Ragnar4 — GMT

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....

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

Darkvoidof40k — GMT

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.

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

Shas'ui T'au Kais — GMT

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...

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

Darkvoidof40k — GMT

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.

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

Darkvoidof40k — GMT

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.

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

Shas'ui T'au Kais — GMT

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

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

Darkvoidof40k — GMT

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.

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

Shas'ui T'au Kais — GMT

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

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

Darkvoidof40k — GMT

I do not approve.

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

Catos — GMT

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.

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

Shas'ui T'au Kais — GMT

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...

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

Catos — GMT

Darkvoidof40k wrote:I do not approve.

I wasn't sure it would work either but I guess it might be of some inspiration to other players who are unfortunate enough to encounter a reaper (I'm looking at you Ragnar4!).

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

Catos — GMT

Yes! I started the new page!

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

Shas'ui T'au Kais — GMT

No, do not think about it guys, this sonuvabiatch was lucky.

Extremely.

You may not be...

But also Ragnar can you please tell me if you are actually planning to fight the Reaper, or run away or something, as I really need to know so I can do an event.

If you are going to fight it I need you to PM me with your actions

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

blood reaper — GMT

Delta stalks a small group of Bandits with an unnerving stealth, only stopping to avoid being spotted by the Bandits and always keeping an eye on the Bandits actions or activates and calculating a way to counter their AK-47’s and scrap Blades. As the Bandits reach the door of a large Church and enter Delta enters through a crack in that leads to the basement and quietly makes his way upstairs only stopping to slice the throat of a Bandit guard and throw his body into the basement. He enters the main area and observes the Bandits knelling before a burning shrine and praying to some false god.

“To our lord who has gifted us survival I offer this trophy over the servants of the rival gods, please guide us lord.”
Delta jumps down from the roof into the group and begins to slice the Bandits throats and disembowelling them. He kicks their leader to the ground and slowly pushes his sword through his skull.
Delta quickly dodges an AK-47 round and slashes the arms of the Bandit, he then forces his blade into the skull of the Bandit.

“What are you?”
A Bandit lies blooded and dyeing and looks up to the vile Delta
“I am the Sentinel of Sorrow, I am the fear, and I am the creature that lurks in the corner of this world.”
Delta strikes a final blow against the Bandits head.

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

Darkvoidof40k — GMT

Don't use dice, Kaiser, it's far easier and more satisfactory for everyone if you just spend your time writing a good event.

If I must say so, the last one was.. extremely mediocre. First page of roleplaying and one player gets a death laser?

These Reaper's are turning into great big pussies.

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

WARORK93 — GMT

Dimitri hated the darkness. It wasn't that he was scared of it, it was just that it enveloped you and rendered your senses null. In the darkness a man was no more than a bumbling fool. Dimitri smiled at the thought.

'No unless you've been trained for that sort of thing.' he thought. He didn't fear the dark for that reason too, he'd long since learned how to make it his ally.

"который час?" what time is it? Came a familiar gruff voice behind him. Dimitri looked at his watch, and remembered to turn on the light to see it in the infernal darkness. Ever since they'd found this abandoned shack, it had been dark. Despite their best efforts they hadn't been able to find a light source.

"About dawn, we should get moving soon."

"только когда я имел кое-что, чтобы поесть, мой живот убивает меня" "Not until I've had something to eat, my stomach is killing me" came a female voice to Dimitri's right. Dimitri shrugged.

"Alright, we'll eat and then we can go, but make it fast."

"Мог бы также, это будет последняя из пищи, пока мы не добираемся до Монетного веса" "Might as well, it will be the last of the food until we get to Troy" Came a much younger voice to Dimitri's left.

"Let's get some light in here." Dimitri said and flicked a switch. The flashlight came to life and Dimitri set it on the table. He was surrounded by three soldiers, similarly clothed to him. One was huge, had thick arms and a bulldog like face, he held an RPK held like and assault rifle across his chest ans also set it down on the table in front of him.

"Whats on the menu?" The bull man said.

"Same thing as the last three days." Piped the much younger, much smaller man across the table from him, around him was strapped a large satchel with a red cross on it and he held an MP5 at his side.

"How old are those rations? I think my grandpa ate part of em back in World War II" The woman groaned. Unlike the others, she wore a red beret and had an SVD sniper rifle slung over her shoulder.

"You wanna eat Sonya? This is what we have. "Dimitri said sternly."

"Nah, I'll wait, those things are tearing up my insides." She said resignedly. Dimitri shrugged and tossed her rations to the bulldog.

"Heads up Sergei" He said, Sergei caught the package neatly and then passed it to the scrawny kid.

"Here, Peter, you need to put some meat on those bones of yours." Sergei said jokingly.

"Gee, thanks." Peter said with no relish whatsoever.

About ten minutes later the group was leaving the building through the thing's only entrance. It had been quiet for a couple days at least. Dimitri hadn't had to kill a raider or a bandit since last week, but he knew that could all change in a second.

"So where are we going again?" Peter asked.

"Across the river to Troy, maybe we can find some work or at least some shelter there."

"How the hell are we gonna cross the river?" Sergei asked indignantly.

"I'll figure that out when we get there. Right now, lets focus on getting there in one piece, if the intel that old man gave us us is correct, there should be a small encampment just east of the river, we can ask the people there's a way across."

"Yeah unless those people don't want to talk and kill us."

"There's that." Dimitri admitted "But we're just going to have to risk it."

And so the small squad moved on through the wasteland, west towards hope. Or death...........

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

Shas'ui T'au Kais — GMT

It is not a death laser.

He can do one blast of Reaper energy, and that's it, you can dodge it, and after it has been used, he is as tired as f**k

FITZZ used dice in his RP and it worked out REALLY well. So I am taking a leaf out of his book *yanks leaf out of book*

And the Reaper wasn't really a pussy, it is just that it's main strength was, well, strength.

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

Darkvoidof40k — GMT

Warork; just so you know:

1) The bunker is mine and it has ~500 inhabitants.
2) It has two entrances.
3) Your post requires a re-write.
4) I'm writing IC as we speak.

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

WARORK93 — GMT

(Wait, I thought there was more than one, and plus I wasn't even using the entire bunker, just the little entrance area.....

You mean there can't be at least one small part that nobody's at right now? With a bunker that big I think that's highly unlikely I was using the part in the NE part of the map.

And plus I just left the bunker so what does it matter to you?)

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

Darkvoidof40k — GMT

It matters that my dudes just left (in the post I've been writing for awhile on and off over the last hour) the NE entrance.

With 500 people, who have lived there for years and have converted schools/play centres/places of worship/shops etc, I'd say most of the space is used.

Besides, strolling through a populated bunker isn't easy.

Sorry dude, but I did call it in my character form. You could just roleplay into existance another bunker somewhere else? Minimal-to-no editing required.

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

Darkvoidof40k — GMT

Michael walked through the dimly lit corridor, the grey walls depressing to see, no matter how much he tried to get used to them. John and Thomson matched his pace, whilst Rick, Terry, Bill and Adrian followed in their wake. They walked in silence, until, Thomson broke the tension, "This is dangerous Mikey," he stated. Michael shrugged, "It always is."
They reached the five concrete steps that heralded the beginning of the end of the bunker, and they scaled them in as many steps. John stepped forward, turning the wheel that unlocked the bunker door. The eight foot, thirty-centimetre thick reinforced-steel door screeched open; its metal hinges groaning in protest. Nonetheless, the man hauled it open. Sun light streamed in, forcing them to blink several times in order to adjust their vision. Six of the seven men exited through the doorway, Terry remaining behind the doorway that was the boundary between the artificial underworld that was their home, and the dangerous, uncaring real world.
"See you tonight, Terry," Michael said, turning to his elderly friend.
"I hope so, Michael, it's a cruel world out there nowadays, don't expect any favors from it," The old man replied.
Michael tapped the holstered M9 at his side, "I don't expect anything from the world, except for a tonne of hurt directed at everyone. Luckily, we're packing a few tonnes ourselves," he grinned devillishly.
Terry smiled sadly, "You young fools and your guns; you'll get yourselves killed one of these days."
"Well it's us young fools and our guns that're providing for y'all whilst you all sit comfortably ten metres underground. Have yer missus cook one of her pies, and I promise I'll bring all the lads back in one piece; the tantalizing scent of Martha's pies are enough to rouse the dead."
"I'll put one on your coffin then," Terry chuckled.
"Get lost, you old coot," Michael laughed, humorously waving a hand to wave away the old man.
Terry smiled and shut the steel door with a loud thunk.

The group of soldiers headed over to the garages that stood nearby, hidden under a "hill" that had taken a lot of work to create. Using a remote-control, Rick opened the first. They all embarked upon the jeep that was inside, Bill driving, Michael riding shotgun and the rest in the back. The vehicle roared to life as the correct key entered the ignition. The sturdy jeep moved out of the garage, which closed behind them, and soon climbed to a respectible sixty miles-per-hour. Looking to the South, Michael spied the dangerous ruins of London to which they were headed. Michael knew that they had a high chance of dying there. But didn't they always?

He removed his Mossberg 500 from its holster on his back, opened his 12 Gauge pouche and began pushing shells into the shotgun. He smiled.

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

Darkvoidof40k — GMT

Will continue at a later date.

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

Ragnar4 — GMT

Darkvoidof40k wrote:Don't use dice, Kaiser, it's far easier and more satisfactory for everyone if you just spend your time writing a good event.

If I must say so, the last one was.. extremely mediocre. First page of roleplaying and one player gets a death laser?

These Reaper's are turning into great big pussies.

Hey,

An alleycat can kill a Balor as long as it rolls 3 20's in a row.

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

WARORK93 — GMT

(Fine, I changed the location to some random shack in the wasteland somewhere at least generally in the northeastern part of the map, happy now Dark? -_- )

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

FM Ninja 048 — GMT

The scimitar trundled down the edge of the road, or what had been a road, since the Apocalypse nobody bothered to repair them, coupled with the overgrowth from the plants they were little more than lumps of broken black rock carving their way across the countryside, they were on their way back from Edin-castle, situated in the shattered remains of edinburgh, They had recived word from troy that they were required, no word yet on why, but it must be serious, a Biker was sent, nobody sends bikers anymore pigeons wer the most reliable and don't use any fuel.

The tank reached a bridge, the center collapsed where it was split by an earthquake, Lucy jumped off the side, dragging the planks of wood about to the width required by the scimitar, Amy guided it across carefully and they carried on their way, they rounded a bend and found a caravan, strewn across the road. Debris was everywhere, gore was splattered across the scene. two huge gash marks eviscerated the horses that were acting as the groups transport

Lucy slid down from the turret, surveying the scene "Damn It, looks like reapers. "how far are we from Franklin's outpost, these are probably some of his people"

Kirsty put her binoculars down "Lucy, there's nothing Franklin can do, he has one stripped down APC, he'll never be able to bring back all these supplys, we better get them off the road"

"we don't have time, we NEED to get to Corby by nightfall, otherwise that will be us, a splat on the road" Roy cut in, "do you want to be a splat?"

they stopped the tank, Kirsty and Lucy quikly searching through the scattered contents of the caravan, they managed to grab a couple jerrycans of fuel and a box of bullets. the pigeons were still alive as well, so lucy set one offf with a message to franklin saying where the wreckage was.

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

Shas'ui T'au Kais — GMT

Nice post Ninja, but can you tell me who Franklin is please, or is he just sme leader of an outpost?

Or perhaps I have missed something...

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

Devastator — GMT

Donesaw cursed under her breath. The maps she had found clearly had marked this site for something, but there was nothing except some big-ass hills.
"well Geri, i guess it was wasted trip after all" She said to her dog, German shepherd that had been her companion since the reapers arrival.

suddenly she hear some motor voice coming from the underground. Arming her AK, she awaited for the reason for the voice to show itself.

OOC
@dark We meet again, mister dark.

We have stats now?

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

Darkvoidof40k — GMT

Indeed. New character, eh? Wonder what this "Donesaw" will be like.

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

FM Ninja 048 — GMT

Just some random outpost leader, obviously being wanderers my characters would know most of the outposts

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

Shas'ui T'au Kais — GMT

Charles Marlow, the Mayor of Troy, paced up and down his office, agitated. He was waiting for someone, and they were taking quite some time to arrive. This pissed him off. Everybody was saying he was paranoid, when he was just making sure that everybody inside Troy was safe. He decided to sit down, and try to calm down a little. The thing was that he thought Troy was not safe enough. The Raiders hadn't attacked in weeks, and he thought they were planning something. Perhaps a way to destroy Troy and take all of it's supplies, destroy all that he had done.
He looked up when a man in a dusty leather jacket, torn jeans, and a cowboy hat walked into the room hurriedly.

"Sorry I'm late Charles. I heard you wanted to see me urgently," he asked, his American accent obvious. "What is it?"

"Swift, I need to ask you something," Charles stated calmly, stroking his moustache. "But you may not like it," he said calmly to his friend. He had known swift for a long time. In fact, they were almost lifelong friends. Him and Charles were the ones who were responsible for bringing Troy together, and he had put him in charge of it's defense. And Charles need him now to agree with him on this.

He spoke again," I think we need to increase the defenses of Troy. I also want to recruit more people to help in the defence of this city. Also we should send out somebody to check on the Raiders in London.

At these words Swift shook his head and spoke.

"Dear God, Charles. You're not going on about this again are ya?" he asked disappointedly. "Troy is perfectly safe, our walls will never be breached, and the Raiders sure as heel ain't gonna get us. Leave them to thier own things. Give US a rest."

"Swift, you know how important this is to me. I am incharge of this city and I do not want it to be destroyed by some dumb Raiders. Remember what happened to the first Troy," he reminded Swift, a tone of annoyment in his voice.

"I know, but that ain't gonna happen to us. We are perfectly safe, Charles, and you know that."

"Listen to me. The Raiders haven't attacked for weeks, now you know they always attack us every chance they get, now I think they have finally thought of a plan to breach our walls. Now do what I said, because you know I am not going to change my mind about this," he said loudly, bangind his fist on the table for effect.

"Fine. But if you're wrong yo're just gonna look silly ain't ya? I'll do the first and second thing, but for the first I'm gonna have to find somebody skilled enough to pul it off."

"Thank you, Swift. Just find somebody who has a good reputation."

"Why do you this, Charles?" Swift asked quietly.

"It's because I care for these people Charles," he said, standing up and walking over to the window to take a look at his great city. "All I do is care. And worry about thier safety being taken away."

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

Shas'ui T'au Kais — GMT

K Ninja

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

Mordoskul — GMT

You know us American's don't sound like that, right?

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

WARORK93 — GMT

( I dunno Mordo, some do, its fine Shas.)

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

Ragnar4 — GMT

Mordoskul wrote:You know us American's don't sound like that, right?

Meh. Growing up in Wyoming, I thought he sounded a lot smarter than most of the people I knew(lol). Not ALL americans sound like that, but that was clearly, some country bumpkin hick right there.

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

FITZZ — GMT

Ok....let me get a character into this party before it get's to far along....

Player Name:FITZZ
Character Name:Sabrina "Whiskey" Lopez .
Char Age: 26
Char appearance: Latina,Tall (5'8") athletic build,dressed in fatigues .
Equipment: Carries a rucksack filled with supplies as well as an M-4,a Barreta 9MM and a K-Bar knife.
Backstory: Whiskey grew up in East L.A. and was a member of a local street gang,at age 17 she was arrested for the aggravated assault of a rival gang member and given the choice of either joining the armed forces or spending the next ten years in prison.
She opted to join the Army and was subsequently stationed in London.
Other info: Whiskey is a loner...trusting no one,she now wanders the waste land and ruins simply surviving from day to day...

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

Chowderhead — GMT

Lev was eating his soup when the shouts of panic began. Donning his suit, he walked out of his shack in town to see half the town on fire, and the other half being attacked by bandits. Sighing, Lev knew he F**ked up. Badly. He should have put out the truck fire. That way, other raiders wouldn't have come.

But now was the time for action. Grabbing his Seiga, Lev began the process of wiping out the bandits. First it was the freak with the rugby ball. His chest became a mess as a 12 gauge slug entered his stomach. The next few had the same fate. Then he saw the hulking man. 7 feet tall, and carrying a Minigun like it was a pistol, the man began firing into the crowd. Lev would have none of it. Taking off his Ghillie suit for better movement, he pulled out the knife of his ancestors. Doing a hunters run (A low, crouched run) he began to move towards the man-beast. Then he was spotted. The man looked towards him, and was beginning to spin the barrels. By the time they had reached the proper RPM, there were no hands to fire the weapon. They were lying on the ground next to it, soaked in blood. Then the man fell. Lev had cut his hands off, then had plunged the knife right into the man's temple.

This had exactly the effect he wanted. The Bandits, seeing the man go down, fled from the Russian.

"Lev... You gotta help..." It was Kat on the radio.

"Da. Yes Kat?"

"We are in the church... They have us here... They killed the men and are raping the women. I'm scared." She sounded frightened, like a small child.

"Do not worry. I will be there in 2 minutes."

"Lev... Hurry..."

Lev returned to his shack, one of the only building not touched by the fire. Grabbing another clip for his shotgun, he donned a flak jacket. He wanted to be comfortable when he killed people.

"Oi, Boss, Gringo's knockin' on da door!" The bandit was obviously ready for the women tied to the pews, the stiffy he sported didn't help conceal it.

"Aight. Let im in."

Lev blew the doors open with a small breaching charge. The bandits became confused, scared, and angry at the same time. That's when Lev struck. Firing the automatic shogun into the men, he blasted holes the size of soda cans into each head with pinpoint accuracy. Round after round was fired from the worn maw of the weapon, but Lev didn't think it was enough. After he ran out of ammunition, There was one bandit left. The one who as crying, has a fairly large brown spot in the seat of his pants, and had, strangely enough, a large hard-on.

Lev fixed that fast. Taking him into the other room, the women only heard the cries of pain as Lev castrated the man with the heel of his boot.

"Come. We leave this place." Lev walked over the bodies of the raiders, beaconing for his comrades to follow.

They did so with no hesitation.

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

FITZZ — GMT

IC:..

Whiskey woke with a start,she'd been dreaming again...which had never been good.
She pulled a frayed blanket she had found tighter around her to combat the early morning chill and glanced around in the dim light.
She'd taken refuge in the cellar of a ruined house just outside of London the night before,after evading a small group of Raiders...not that she was particularly concerned with dealing with that sort...she had simply been tired and had opted to avoid confrontation in hopes of a chance to get some much needed rest..

She stood and streached and sipped some water from her canteen,splashing a bit on her face to chase away the groggy feeling in her head...
Searching the delapedated home she found nothing of use save a few cans of baked beans buried behind a box of molding cracker...she sighed and added the cans to the supplies in her rucksack ,slung her riffle, and walked cautiously outside.
Blinking against the early morning glare Whiskey stared towards London...or what had been London before the world had gone insane.
She shook her head...she'd been in London for the past week and just didn't feel up to returning..Whiskey knew of the various settlements that lay to the West and thought perhaps she'd venture that direction...
She unslung her riffle and crept towards the cover of a nearby line of trees...her dark eyes scanning the area as she moved...
After walking for an hour or better Whiskey found a shaded area and sat...her eyes fixed on the horizan she began to mechanicly spoon beans from one of the cans she'd found earlier into her mouth...if her calculations were correct ...she'd reach "Posh Town" in an hour.

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

FITZZ — GMT

OOC:...

I figure I'll have "Whiskey" stroll on over to Elysium and see what sort of trouble she can stir up.

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

WARORK93 — GMT

The sun blazed unforgivingly overhead and Dimitri wiped the sweat from his brow. Him and his squad had been walking for hours now, and the sun was high in the sky. Dimitri stopped for a moment and took a swig from his canteen, not relishing how low his supply was.

"How are we for water?" He asked. Peter spoke up.

"Not very good, we might last another day."

Dimitri grunted and shook his head, they needed supplies soon. He looked west and saw the town they sought, just a spec on the horizon, or at least he thought it was the town, the heat haze was distorting his vision. They walked on, without shade, there were no trees in the wasteland. The might as well have been traversing a desert. Hours passed and the land changed little, the encountered no people or even any indigenous life. The town was closer than they expected though, they soon could see the outline of it on the horizon, a few buildings were taller than the others it seemed, and rather strangely shaped.

Soon, they found a road, or rather, a path at least, made for caravans or wagons to cross over the wasteland and followed that.

"Hey boss, we got company." Sonya said suddenly, Dimitri looked up, he saw what they all saw, a man standing in the middle of the road, about a hundred yards away, next to an overturned wagon.

"Looks like he's stuck." Sergei said.

"Advance with caution." Dimitri ordered and continued on.

Soon they were a few yards away, the man was wearing blue overalls and had horrible teeth, his head was covered with a wool cap.

"Hey there strangers." He said. "Mind helping an old timer with his wagon?"

Dimitri gave a quick look to his squad, they thought the same thing, he was much too friendly for a blasted place like this.

"This is yours eh?" Dimitri asked, indicating the wagon, truth be told he was stalling for time, hoping the man would slip up soon and expose himself for whatever trick he was trying to pull.

"Why, no, sonny, I just need to get this thing flipped over, if you'd be so kind as to come over here and help me, I'd be much obliged."

Dimitri squinted, he searched the man's face for any signs of fallacy, finding none, he sighed, perhaps the man was just what he seemed, a stranger needing some help.

"Alright, let me--" He began when a loud crack resounded off the surrounding air, the squad immediately knew it was the retort of a rifle and hit the deck. Dimitri looked around, in the distance, not too far away he saw a man topple over the backside of a hill and another next to him duck. Another rifle shot rang out and the second man on the hill flew backwards. Dimitri's head snapped around as he heard the click of a weapon being cocked next to him and saw that the old man was now pointing a revolver at his guts, the man began to curse at Dimitri but was quickly cut off as Dimitri, grabbed the man's wrist and with a quick snap, broke it. The revolver dropped ans so did the man, writhing and holding his broken wrist. Dimitri picked up the revolver and fired it into the man's head before he could protest and then dropped the pistol.

"Boss" Sergei said, getting Dimitri's attention. He looked up and saw another figure approaching them, his squad raised their weapons but Dimitri waved them down. He had a feeling this man had just saved their butts.

the man became easier to make out as he came closer, he was clothed in a leather duster and wide brimmed cowboy hat, in his hands he held a Winchester repeater.

"You folks alright?" He asked, taking all the supplies he could from the dead old man, not asking who had killed him, Dimitri figured he probably didn't care.

"Yeah, thanks for the help." Dimitri said evenly. "Whats your name, friend?"

the man looked up and smiled slightly. "Rosco, Rivendell ranger at your service."

"Rivendell?" Peter asked. Rosco pointed to the town in the distance. "That little patch of dirt over there."

"That's what the town's called? Why?"

"Oh, you'll see." Rosco said, chuckling a little to himself.

Together, the band made their way towards the town, as they neared it, Dimitri's eyes widened in surprise, the structures he had thought were buildings were not in fact that but trees. Not just the knurled knob ridden husks that one often sees in the wasteland, but large, tall trees with huge canopies of golden leaves. Even before the apocalypse, Dimitri had seen nothing like it.

"святое дерьмо!" "Holy gak!" Sonya exclaimed.

"How is that possible?" Peter asked Rosco as they neared the town's gate.

"They've mutated, or so I've been told, the leaves turned from green to golden and never shed, they stay this way year round, they were here when the town was founded as far as I know, they've stayed ever since."

Soon, the five entered the small town through its large gate and made their way to the center.

"Well, here we are, friends, you can probably get a meal and a place to stay over there at the saloon and the inn, just try not to cause too much trouble okay?" Rosco said with a chuckle and left them.

"Come on" Dimitri said, heading off, his hands on his weapon. "Lets go get some real food."

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

Tyranic Marta — GMT

i may join this going to see how it pans out for a while, and of course I'm sorting out a truly indepth char

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

Tyranic Marta — GMT

Screw it ill join

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

Tyranic Marta — GMT

Player Name:Tyranic Marta
Character Name: Terence Blackwood, (No not the one from SURVIVE )
Char Age: 37
Char appearance: Lightly tanned skin and the surety of someone with many years of experience. Scars from some form of massive injury criss cross his chest, a doctor would say they look self inflicted, his left eye is a startling bright blue the other is a milky white, however he can still see out of it due to a wierd genetic disposition. His mouth is almost permanantly closed due to a bullet sawing through the nerves on the right side of his jaw, the wound slowly healing and so his speach is often short if at all spoken. A groove along his right cheek that reaches to his ear testament to the bullet wound. His powerful arms and strong legs suggest the build of someone who excels in bursts of strength that can be held and endured. His Leather Jacket has been lined with monofilament Titanium-Alloy fibres that increase its strength, his DPM pants come right out of a Pre-apocalyptic engagement, and his boots are military issue. His black singlet has seen its share of damage as its many patches attest. The final thing one would be drawn to upon seeing this grisiled veteran would be his length of black hair drain into a braid that reaches down his back, tipped at the end with 4 teeth taken from the mouth of one of his victims.
Equipment: His Remigington 40cal sniper rifle has dozens of kill marks on its weathered stock and the silenced SMG on a bandolier sling has its share too. A pack filled with ammo and grenades is strapped to his back, the kidney strap adorned with grenades and clip on magazine holsters for his SMG, a thigh holster holds a Browning 9mm silenced pistol and a 15" combat knife is slipped into its holster on his boot.
Backstory: Terence has seen fighting across all 7 continents in the service of various world powers, when the apocalypse stuck he was piloting a helicopter gunship that was engaging a rebel pirate ship of the coast of Peurto Rico fufilling a contract, he managed to rise above the breakers of the following Tsunami and head to the nearest refulling point that was still standing after the fall.

He hates to tell others of his past but the one thing he often speaks of is his sighting of one of the worlds most lethal predators, he will then laugh and mutter under his breath, "I looked in a mirror"
Other info: Loyal to few people except those who pay him he has a soft spot somewhere deep down that he nurtures but tells noone of.

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

Darkvoidof40k — GMT

When I wake up, I'll be sure to do a nice long post.

Welcome aboard, Marta.

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

Tyranic Marta — GMT

Thanks Darkvoid

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

Darkvoidof40k — GMT

Tyranic Marta wrote:Thanks Darkvoid.

You're welcome.

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

Tyranic Marta — GMT

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

Darkvoidof40k — GMT

I think we've established that England (and the rest of the world) is radically different from how we all imagine it now. It's more of a barren wasteland made up of dirt and sand, rather than grass and soil, and the temperature has risen greatly from an average of 15 Degrees on a good day to almost always the heat we get on our hottest days (roughly 35-40 degrees celsius).

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

Tyranic Marta — GMT

okyday

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Shas'ui T'au Kais — GMT

Remember FITZZ, that if they guys in Elysium don't like you, or don't even think you look clean enough, they will chuck your right out on your a$$

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

Shas'ui T'au Kais — GMT

Well said Dark, and Tyranic, good to see you aboard m8

Chowderhead, I really must say that I like what you are doing in your posts...

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

Darkvoidof40k — GMT

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Well said Dark, and Tyranic, good to see you aboard m8

Chowderhead, I really must say that I like what you are doing in your posts...

You.. you like castration?

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

Catos — GMT

Cathal woke up groggily and attempted to stand up. Long story short, he failed. He attempted again with a large amount of pain due to his broken leg but managed to lean against a tree for suppourt. He looked at the amulet around his neck curiously, he had a slight concussion and couldn't quite remember how he had got it.

"Wait till the guys back in Troy see this!" he thought to himself before coming to the sudden realization that until he fixed his leg he wasn't going anywhere. He fashioned a crude splint out of some wood and string, hoping it would do the trick. He realized he would have to fix his leg straight if he was going to use it in the first place. With immense pain, he snapped his leg back into position, causing him to cry out in pain. He strapped the makeshift splint to his leg and found a walking stick. He started painfully walking back to Troy, each step more agonising than the last.

"This had better be worth it," he thought to himself and found him wondering about how to use the item.

"I'll think about it later," he thought to himself.

Three hours later he reached the gates of Troy, panting. He shouted out to the man guarding the mighty doors,

"Little help here? Went toe to toe with a reaper and kinda need some help!" The guard looked on in amazement as his partner called for the gates to be opened. There was a small crowd gathering after hearing the story of the reaper death.

"Rumours," thought Cathal, "The only things in the universe that can travel faster than the speed of light," he walked painfully into Troy as the crowd marvelled at the item hanging around his neck.

"Well since I'm the only human to have a mysical item or to defeat a reaper, I gues that might be cause for celebration....."

OOC: In case any players feel like going to Troy there's someone there who might want to start a survival group!

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Darkvoidof40k — GMT

I can't take your character seriously, Catos.

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

blood reaper — GMT

I think Catos's Character is supposed to be a self obsesed Chuck Norris wanabe

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

Shas'ui T'au Kais — GMT

His character is definately not serious, but he can be when he wants to be... maybe?

...No?

...

...

...

... soooo anybody up for a game of Kwik Cricket?

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

Darkvoidof40k — GMT

I had a game of quick cricket yesterday at school. The fat kid hit the ball, ran two steps the wrong way and fell over backwards. So funny.

And he can only be whatever he likes if Kaiser lets him. At the minute, I can't see what his character is adding to the roleplay apart from "zomg I'm an invincible super hero hurr".

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

Catos — GMT

Darkvoidof40k wrote:I had a game of quick cricket yesterday at school. The fat kid hit the ball, ran two steps the wrong way and fell over backwards. So funny.

And he can only be whatever he likes if Kaiser lets him. At the minute, I can't see what his character is adding to the roleplay apart from "zomg I'm an invincible super hero hurr".

Well I didn't actually expect to succeed in taking down the reaper and at the moment I am already planning on doing something important. Besides, if someone walked into your school with plutonium people might get pretty interested. Im only posting what I think would happen if I actually walked into troy with a magical cursed artefact.

p.s. blood reaper I dont see what your character is doing other than killing random people like you're Chuck Norris. When I killed the reaper it was Kaisers idea not mine so dont call me a chuck norris wannabe.

p.p.s I dont want you guys to hate me just bear in mind my last post will be relevent to future posts.

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

Darkvoidof40k — GMT

We don't hate you; that would be stupid considering we don't know you.

Kaiser, in the spirit of the game and the fear-factor he was racking up for these Reapers, should've killed your character or let him escape with serious wounds, instead of letting him kill it somehow. I can understand why he did it; when you're GMing the urge to be soft and not kill characters is very hard to ignore; a problem I'm dealing with in the current Space Hulk event.

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

Shas'ui T'au Kais — GMT

Trask Cale brought up his binoculars and looked towards a mysterious building with Aztec designs imprinted on it. He was here to be the savior, To bring back all the civilians who were lost here. He would be a hero.

Or so he thought.

He watched in awe as 5 figures moved out of the building, levitating!

"Jesus, they must be the Reapers!" he thought as they moved around, but suddenly his heart stopped beating when, as one, they turned and stared at him, thier gold burning eyes penetrating deep into his nerves.

"Oh crap!"

Then they simply disappeared, and Trask thought that he was safe, and that he had just imagined them, when they appeared directly in front of him, thier bodies translucent, and scary as hell, he thought.
He lowered his binoculars as the one that was directly in front him brought his hand towards his face, and the darkness enveloped him...

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

The Reaper moved onwards, it's thoughts focusing on his one target, who had killed another of his kin. He would be destroyed, and all those whgo followed him would be as well.
The man who he had just encountered had been spying on them, but he would grant him a bit of mercy. He would be a tool like the others who had wondered too close to them. The same mercy would not be granted to his target. He would die a terribly painful, and slow death, and would be a sacrifice to the Gods.

He revelled in these thoughts, as did his allies, as they moved closer and closer, towards the one they would destroy...

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

Catos — GMT

Darkvoidof40k wrote:We don't hate you; that would be stupid considering we don't know you.

Kaiser, in the spirit of the game and the fear-factor he was racking up for these Reapers, should've killed your character or let him escape with serious wounds, instead of letting him kill it somehow. I can understand why he did it; when you're GMing the urge to be soft and not kill characters is very hard to ignore; a problem I'm dealing with in the current Space Hulk event.

Fair enough. I'm not sure how I survived either

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

Shas'ui T'au Kais — GMT

No, I did not do it out of being soft and kind towards Catos.

If I had had my way, he would either now be dead, or he would just have survived major injureis and escaped.

It was just the way the dice rolled, and I have already explained why I am going to be using dice for these events, as I took inspiration from FITZZ's RP, in which it worked really well.

Now, lock it up, and get on with the roleplaying

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

Darkvoidof40k — GMT

Catos wrote:
Darkvoidof40k wrote:We don't hate you; that would be stupid considering we don't know you.

Kaiser, in the spirit of the game and the fear-factor he was racking up for these Reapers, should've killed your character or let him escape with serious wounds, instead of letting him kill it somehow. I can understand why he did it; when you're GMing the urge to be soft and not kill characters is very hard to ignore; a problem I'm dealing with in the current Space Hulk event.

Fair enough. I'm not sure how I survived either

"Lucky rolls" apparently. ¬.¬

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

Darkvoidof40k — GMT

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:No, I did not do it out of being soft and kind towards Catos.

If I had had my way, he would either now be dead, or he would just have survived major injureis and escaped.

It was just the way the dice rolled, and I have already explained why I am going to be using dice for these events, as I took inspiration from FITZZ's RP, in which it worked really well.

Now, lock it up, and get on with the roleplaying

Just because you get some dice rolls, as GM you have no reason to do exactly what they "say". This is why dice are a bad idea; they have no sense of humanity or understanding of the spirit of the game. They can create really stupid situations, for example, end of a roleplay, the last character is running for his life to disarm the bomb/assassinate the dictator/escape/whatever and then he trips on a random rock and cracks his skull open, or some crappy cultist jumps out of nowhere and whacks him to death with a stick.

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

Shas'ui T'au Kais — GMT

Okay, I admit I could have done it better, and not let him kill it, but that was the first fricking event I have ever done. Remember, this is the first goddamn RP I have ever done, so cut me some slack.

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

Catos — GMT

okay seriously, just forgive and forget and continue the rp

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

Darkvoidof40k — GMT

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Okay, I admit I could have done it better, and not let him kill it, but that was the first fricking event I have ever done. Remember, this is the first goddamn RP I have ever done, so cut me some slack.

Oh, I'm sorry. Let me just apologize for explaining what you did wrong and why, so that your future events will be better. When I did my first events, I didn't have someone to point out what I did wrong/give help.

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

blood reaper — GMT

I've killed 6 unwary Bandits and you've deafeted a Reaper , somthing that turned the world into a hell hole. I'm not trying to be Chuck Norris and you've instantly got a crowd cheering for you.

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

Darkvoidof40k — GMT

blood reaper wrote:I've killed 6 unwary Bandits and you've deafeted a Reaper , somthing that turned the world into a hell hole. I'm not trying to be Chuck Norris and you've instantly got a crowd cheering for you.

Don't forget snapping his own broken leg back into position whilst being totally unaffected by blood loss, then hiking 3 hours over dangerous, Reaper and Raider filled land.

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

FITZZ — GMT

Quick attempt to explain the "Combat resolution system" I'm using for my RP...

All characters have a basic stat outline sort of like 40K (WS/BS/S/T...etc) and I use that as a guideline when combats come in to play..using dice rolls..

..But...I also have all players involved PM me with specific character actions concerning what their character wishes to do in a given event...

I find this method to work both in reflecting the randomness of being in a fight while maintaining a coherent narrative in the storyline..

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

Darkvoidof40k — GMT

In the events I now do, I exclude dice and stat systems, and now I also exclude the venerable PM system (unless it is absolutely necessary). It gives much more freedom. But depending on people's GMing experience and ability, YMMV.

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

FITZZ — GMT

Darkvoidof40k wrote:In the events I now do, I exclude dice and stat systems, and now I also exclude the venerable PM system (unless it is absolutely necessary). It gives much more freedom. But depending on people's GMing experience and ability, YMMV.

Different strokes for different folks I suppose,I find the system I'm using to work out fairly well,but see the merits of yours as well.

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

Shas'ui T'au Kais — GMT

From what players have done for the background, I determine thier stats upon, I let them PM me and work out what they will try to do etc.

Then I do the dice rolls, and write up the results in a stroy kind of way.

I find this way good, and I will try to make it better by suggestions etc. that are given.

But I use this way because I belive it is fair for the fights that come up.

I don't really see any problems in it, but if any disagree with me please let me know.

Edit: Btw has anybody actually read the storyline event I did just earlier?

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

Darkvoidof40k — GMT

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:but if any disagree with me please let me know.

Not sure how much clearer I can be..

I'm gonna get some post done at some point today.

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

Shas'ui T'au Kais — GMT

Yes, but you're not being that specififc, so far you have basically, shortened down, told me that I should either totally ditch the dice roll system, or ignore some if the things the rolls tell me.

I personally think that if I ditched the dice roll system it would be totally unfair.

e.g. If two players were fighting eachother all I do is determine who wins and which player get's killed, which is not really fair.

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

Darkvoidof40k — GMT

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Yes, but you're not being that specififc, so far you have basically, shortened down, told me that I should either totally ditch the dice roll system, or ignore some if the things the rolls tell me.

I personally think that if I ditched the dice roll system it would be totally unfair.

e.g. If two players were fighting eachother all I do is determine who wins and which player get's killed, which is not really fair.

Fair? Who needs fair when you've created a totally awesome, 10,000 word event? As I've said, do what's in the best interests of the roleplay. But at some point, people are going to start dying. Sure, plot armor will have some degree of influence on this, but at the end of the day it's your job to decide when our characters die.

And if you're going to do the dice system.. make the Reapers stronger.. for example, this is how I'd do my character (not basing this off of 40k humans):

Mikey
WS: 4
BS: 4
S: 5
T: 4
W: 3
I: 4
A: 2
LD: 8
Sv: -- or 4+ if wearing armour

Reaper
WS: 6
BS: 5
S: 7
T: 6
W: 5
I: 5
A: 4
LD: 10
Sv: --

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

Shas'ui T'au Kais — GMT

Okay, thank you Dark, that will make it a lot easier, I will use those Reaper stats for major Reapers, but a little weaker for minors.

Flying ones will obviously have more agility and stuff.

So, yeah if you haven't read my storyline event, basically the Reapers are now hunting for Cathal, and because of thier amazing senses and quite strong Psychic powers, they will find him quite quickly...

... oh, he's in Troy is he?

That will make it very fun...

Edit: Thank you again Dark, that gives me an idea.

Please could everybody kindly give out thier stats in the way Dark has, and it has to be not overpowered or anything, and it should fit in a little bit with you characters info

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

Darkvoidof40k — GMT

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Okay, thank you Dark, that will make it a lot easier, I will use those Reaper stats for major Reapers, but a little weaker for minors.

Flying ones will obviously have more agility and stuff.

So, yeah if you haven't read my storyline event, basically the Reapers are now hunting for Cathal, and because of thier amazing senses and quite strong Psychic powers, they will find him quite quickly...

... oh, he's in Troy is he?

That will make it very fun...

If I remember correctly, FITZZ mentioned something about going to Troy..

Event

Sabrina suddenly felt that if she was to go to Troy, bad stuff(!) would happen. She shrugged and carried on, dismissing it and deciding it was just herself 'not being right in the head' again..

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

Darkvoidof40k — GMT

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Please could everybody kindly give out thier stats in the way Dark has, and it has to be not overpowered or anything, and it should fit in a little bit with you characters info

I'll just do it for y'all, because I feel I'm quite likely to do it fairly and correctly, and because it saves time.

Also, Kaiser, don't forget to put the map and new characters into the OP soon.

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

Shas'ui T'au Kais — GMT

Ooookaaaay...

Tanks a lot Dark, I mean "Thanks" a lot Darko

Hmm, I think an event will happen fairly soon, all in Troy...

... and of course, after that Charles will still need somebody to go and infiltrate London and find out if the Raiders are planning something, because he is paranoid

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

Devastator — GMT

Darkvoidof40k wrote:I'll just do it for y'all, because I feel I'm quite likely to do it fairly and correctly, and because it saves time.

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

Catos — GMT

WS: 5
BS: 5
S: 4
T: 5
W: 3
I: 5
A: 2
LD: 8
Sv: 5+ (4+ invun representing dodging and mystic protection)

just in case

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

Shas'ui T'au Kais — GMT

The Reaper looked down at the shiny powder, which was the only thing which marked the other Reapers demise. It had only been a minor, which must have been why fell, because all minors have thier core badly exposed on the back of thier neck, while majors have thiers tightly concealed, and protected by inpenetrable material. Majors like him were almost unstoppable when encountering humans, and that was why they were made. To destroy humankind when the time was right.

Suddenly, the Reaper noticed something. The mystical item that should have been there, was not. All Reapers carried them, to protect them from the vile and infectious humans. Obviously the one who destroyed the minor took it. This was bad. Very bad. The item was now infected, and it must be destroyed.

It told the others telepathicly what it had discovered, and that they were now on the move. They would find this vile creature. They would destroy him...

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

Shas'ui T'au Kais — GMT

Sorry, no mystical invun

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

Darkvoidof40k — GMT

Almost done with the profiles and stats..

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

Shas'ui T'au Kais — GMT

kool kool

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

Darkvoidof40k — GMT

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Cool, cool.

They might need a bit of revision; between me and you. But on the whole, when you think about it, I think they're quite realistic. But 40k stats have never been a good way to represent reality.. which is why I oppose this system so greatly.

Might also want to add another characterstic: Luck (read: plot armor).

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

blood reaper — GMT

WS: 5
BS: 3 (Delta doesn't use guns.)
S: 4
T: 4 (Heavy armour)
W: 2 (I think most characters should have 2-3 wounds.)
I: 5
A: 4 (Represented by the Bailsong Knife and his twin blades used by the character.)
LD: 8
Sv: 4+ (Heavy armour)

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

Shas'ui T'au Kais — GMT

Hmmm, think it would be cool, but what would Luck do, would it be like if luck meant that a bolt shot out wouldn't hit you or anything?

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

blood reaper — GMT

Luck , roll to see if your unluckey or luckey.

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

Darkvoidof40k — GMT

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Hmmm, think it would be cool, but what would Luck do, would it be like if luck meant that a bolt shot out wouldn't hit you or anything?

Each point (gained and lost through your decision and usage) allows something unlikely and beneficial to the character to happen. All characters start with 1.

Also, changing to the Lazarus stat style might be a good idea, or better a hybrid of that and the 40k stats.

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

Darkvoidof40k — GMT

Player Name: blood reaper
Character Name: Subject Delta
Char Age: 39
Char appearance: Face and body covered inb strange knight like armour
Equipment: Two Swords and a Balisong (knife) along with Heavy armour
Backstory: Delta is a strange and extremly dangerous lunatic who once served as a mercenery for any one willing to pay a high price , after many years of killing and assinations Delta was imprisoned for his crimes and was driven mad by his failure to evade capture. When the apocalypse came Delta escaped and will continue to spread terror.
Other info: Utterly insane and will kill anything in his path

WS: 4
BS: 4
S: 4
T: 4
W: 3
I: 3(2)
A: 4
LD: 10
Sv: 5+

Player Name: Darko, of the Void of 40k
Character Name: Michael "Mikey" Kane
Char Age: 37
Char appearance: Strong, large build, broad shoulders, 6'5, large messy brown beard and hair
Equipment: M9 with belt holster, Mossberg 500 with back holster, 5 Additional M9 clips, 12 Gauge ammo pouch, 15" Bowie Knife in combat sheath - all mounted on a Bandolier.
Backstory: A dedicated Rugby player and ex-US military for years, Mike has always been a survivor, born and bred in the great state of Texas.
Other info: Holed up in a network of abandoned military bunkers with approximately 500 other survivors, including a hundred or so Home Guard.

WS: 4
BS: 4
S: 5
T: 5
W: 3
I: 3
A: 2
LD: 8
Sv: --

Player Name: Devastator
Character Name: Bonesaw
Char Age: 28
Char appearance: something like this
Equipment: AK-74M with sling and bayonet, m9 with belt holster , 6 clips for AK and 3 for m9, chest rig ,back pack, combat knife, gas mask, Molotovs.
Backstory: "treasure" seeker with some military training, Bonesaw wanders village to village trading what ever she finds while looting.
Other info : paranoid and slightly insane[/color/

WS: 3
BS: 3
S: 4
T: 4
W: 3
I: 3
A: 2
LD: 8
Sv: --

Player Name: Potato_God, Lord of the Harvest
Character Name: Stix n Stones (Stix for short)
Char Age: 16
Char appearance: shaggy shoulder length hair, very worn grey jacket, patchwork pants.
Equipment: Machete, Old 9mm, 3 clips, FN-FAL, book of Grimms Fairy Tales
Backstory: Before the Incident, Stix was a feral child who lived in the Woods of the northern New York. since he was a small child, a hiker would come into the woods and visit him. He taught Stix how to read, speak, and gave him food and water. after the incident, Stix left the woods, trying to find the man who helped him, and just trying to survive; just like before.
Other info: feral child, is suspicious of people.

WS: 3
BS: 1
S: 3
T: 3
W: 2
I: 5
A: 3
LD: 7
Sv: --

Player Name: WARORK93
Character Name: Dimitri Petrenko
Char Age: 32
Char appearance: short, compact, scrappy, durable, 5'11, rugged, scruffy black hair, clothed in tiger stripe camo fatigues, gloves, camouflage bandanna and black combat boots
Equipment: AK-103 (foldable stock, SUSAT sights, extended mag, detachable suppressor) basically this, A survival knife/bayonet like this, combat shovel like this, and an RPG-7 launcher with no ammo, hazmat gear and gas mask
Backstory: Dimitri was a Spetznaz operative in the unstable Russian Federation government before the apocalypse, his squad survived by hiding in an old fallout bunker abandoned after the cold war. When they surfaced, they found the wastelands that used to be their homeland, and now wander aimlessly, seeking only to survive and be a force unto their own.
Other info: generally logical and calm, can be brutal and closed minded due to his training and experiences in the post apocalypse

WS: 4
BS: 5
S: 4
T: 4
W: 3
I: 4
A: 2
LD: 9
Sv: --

Player Name: Chowderhead

Character Name: Lev Vlassov

Age: 28

Appearance: Scar over 1 eye from childhood fight, Burn marks on back from a Car Bomb. About 6'3, a very slim height, however,

Equipment- Barrett M107A1, Seiga Shotgun, Makarov Pistol, Arctic, Tundra and Grassland Ghillie Suit, K-Bar (His Grand-father's Knife, taken from a American GI in WWII)

Background Lev was born into a home with 6 brothers and 2 sisters. The parents were alcoholics, and Lev joined a gang, where he stayed for 6 years. He was caught at the age of 18 by the Soviet government. He was told he could join the Military, or die for his crimes. He joined the military, and has become a sniper after basic training. During the "Great Death", as he puts it, he was on assignment in the waists of Siberia. When the fissure began to open, and the animals began to howl, Lev and his partner, Dashka, began to run. A shadow began to follow them out of the fissure. The shadow waded along slowly, then began picking up speed like a train. Soon, it hit Dasha. The beast appeared to have killed Dasha by simply enveloping him in the shadow. It then charged at Lev, but mid strike, stopped. The beast paused, looked at the Russian with his pistol and knife drawn, and walked away.
Lev now works as security for a small Hamlet of people in a large Grassy Plain in Scotland. The reapers seem to follow Dmitri, however, they never seem to attack him. It seems that the reapers want him alive, for some sinister reason.

Other: Lev has had 6 years of being in a gang, and 8 years of Soviet Spetnaz training. He never smiles, never makes a joke, and rarely speaks. He is at home in a large field with a Ghillie suit on.

WS: 3
BS: 6
S: 4
T: 4
W: 3
I: 4
A: 3
LD: 8
Sv: --

Player Name: Mordoskul, Grand Rplogian of DOOMFART
Character Name: Henry Miles
Age: 34
Appearance: Henry has a slightly pasty complexion, with a well-trimmed brown mustache and beard. He stands around 5'8.
Equipment: Bolt action rifle, pump shotgun, crowbar, survival kit with clean water, rations etc. Gas mask, leather armor, crank radio, swiss army knife, pre-disaster money, copy of Moby Dick.
Backstory: Henry was a family man, making a decent living working for a marketing company. He lived in Liverpool with his wife, Laura, and his teenage daughter, Sarah, in a nice-sized house in the middle of a nice neighborhood. He was a fit man, and jogged around the block everyday after work. His neighbors loved him, and he would often offer to perform odd jobs without fee, simply out of the goodness of his heart. Then the gak hit the fan. Henry and his family were at Ground Zero when the Reapers emerged, and barely managed to escape Liverpool, using the subways to take his family to safety. When the government collapsed, Henry and his family took to the road, scraping out an existence by raiding abandoned stores and shops. Then came Simon. While Henry and his family slept, a gang of raiders made to kill and rob them. Waking with a blade to his neck, he kicked his attacker off of him, waking his family in preparation to run for it. However, Laura had been stabbed to death in her sleep, and Sarah was no where to be seen, then he turned, and saw him. A well-dressed man wearing a surgeon's mask and a leather vest held a gun to his daughter's head, and introduced himself as Simon. He said he was taking Sarah, and there was nothing he could no about it. Henry was helpless, if he tried to intervene, she would die, if he didn't... Laughing cruelly, Simon and his minions piled into their jeep, and drove off into the distance, his daughter in tow. Flash forward six years, Henry is the perfect survivor, killing game with his high-powered rifle, and hunting raiders, searching for some word of Simon or his daughter. He will do anything, kill anyone, sacrifice anybody, to see his daughter alive.
Other info: Henry is a man with a mission: find Sarah and kill the sonnofabitch who took her.

WS: 4
BS: 4
S: 4
T: 4
W: 3
I: 4
A: 2
LD: 8
Sv: 6+

Player Name: Catos
Character Name: Cathal Rambrak
Char Age: 26
Char appearance: Tall and wear leather pants and leather capelike jacket. Has black flat spiky hair with red highliights.
Equipment: Knives in holsters around his belt along with guns. He also has various useful game items in various pockets including a deck of cards.
Backstory: Cathal was born in London and grew up in an upper middle class family and was very interested in games from a young age . He joined a group of game enthusiasts but he got bored after outclassing them all. He graduated from secondary school to spend his time challenging people to games who he would kill if they lost. He would only challenge people who had wronged in their life to games so he could have the fun of killing them and the fun of doing it in the name of justice.....sort of. He has recently been spending his time in the forest trying to kill reapers, in order to find one of the legendary mystical items that they sometimes carry.
Other Info: He was a world champion in various games before the catastrophe.

WS: 3
BS: 3
S: 4
T: 4
W: 3
I: 5
A: 2
LD: 7
Sv: --

Player Name:FITZZ
Character Name:Sabrina "Whiskey" Lopez .
Char Age: 26
Char appearance: Latina,Tall (5'8") athletic build,dressed in fatigues .
Equipment: Carries a rucksack filled with supplies as well as an M-4,a Barreta 9MM and a K-Bar knife.
Backstory: Whiskey grew up in East L.A. and was a member of a local street gang,at age 17 she was arrested for the aggravated assault of a rival gang member and given the choice of either joining the armed forces or spending the next ten years in prison.
She opted to join the Army and was subsequently stationed in London.
Other info: Whiskey is a loner...trusting no one,she now wanders the waste land and ruins simply surviving from day to day...

WS: 3
BS: 4
S: 3
T: 3
W: 3
I: 4
A: 2
LD: 8
Sv: --

Player Name:Tyranic Marta
Character Name: Terence Blackwood, (No not the one from SURVIVE )
Char Age: 37
Char appearance: Lightly tanned skin and the surety of someone with many years of experience. Scars from some form of massive injury criss cross his chest, a doctor would say they look self inflicted, his left eye is a startling bright blue the other is a milky white, however he can still see out of it due to a wierd genetic disposition. His mouth is almost permanantly closed due to a bullet sawing through the nerves on the right side of his jaw, the wound slowly healing and so his speach is often short if at all spoken. A groove along his right cheek that reaches to his ear testament to the bullet wound. His powerful arms and strong legs suggest the build of someone who excels in bursts of strength that can be held and endured. His Leather Jacket has been lined with monofilament Titanium-Alloy fibres that increase its strength, his DPM pants come right out of a Pre-apocalyptic engagement, and his boots are military issue. His black singlet has seen its share of damage as its many patches attest. The final thing one would be drawn to upon seeing this grisiled veteran would be his length of black hair drain into a braid that reaches down his back, tipped at the end with 4 teeth taken from the mouth of one of his victims.
Equipment: His Remigington 40cal sniper rifle has dozens of kill marks on its weathered stock and the silenced SMG on a bandolier sling has its share too. A pack filled with ammo and grenades is strapped to his back, the kidney strap adorned with grenades and clip on magazine holsters for his SMG, a thigh holster holds a Browning 9mm silenced pistol and a 15" combat knife is slipped into its holster on his boot.
Backstory: Terence has seen fighting across all 7 continents in the service of various world powers, when the apocalypse stuck he was piloting a helicopter gunship that was engaging a rebel pirate ship of the coast of Peurto Rico fufilling a contract, he managed to rise above the breakers of the following Tsunami and head to the nearest refulling point that was still standing after the fall.

He hates to tell others of his past but the one thing he often speaks of is his sighting of one of the worlds most lethal predators, he will then laugh and mutter under his breath, "I looked in a mirror"
Other info: Loyal to few people except those who pay him he has a soft spot somewhere deep down that he nurtures but tells noone of.

WS: 3
BS: 4
S: 5
T: 5
W: 3
I: 3(2)
A: 2
LD: 8
Sv: 4+

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"

WS: 3
BS: 3
S: 3
T: 3
W: 3
I: 3
A: 2
LD: 7
Sv: --

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.

WS: 3
BS: 4
S: 4
T: 4
W: 3
I: 3
A: 2
LD: 8
Sv: --

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

Devastator — GMT

(was ninjad)

you know, Bonesaw had served in army before the fall?

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

Catos — GMT

BIC: Cathal sat down in his chair, opposite the mayor of Troy. He had been called there after hearing rumours about the item he carried and thought about checking him out just in case.

"So, Cathal did you say it was?" asked the mayor.

"Yes," replied Cathal simply.

"It has come to my attention that you posses one of the reapers artefacts,"

"Yes I have,"

"How did you obtain it?"

"Didn't the guard tell you? I killed a reaper. It nearly killed me. End of story."

Cathal hadn't got time for this, he was growing impantient with all his pointless questions. He just wanted to return home. He looked around the room and noticed that for a post apocalyptic settlement it was reasonably organised. There was a desk of sorts made of scrap iron and walls contsructed out of wood and metal that looked like it was thrown together at the last minute. There was a tattered old union jack flag hanging from the far wall and dying flowers that looked suspiciously like carrot tops in clay pots on the desk. There was also a once-comfy looking chair behind the desk which had obviously seen better days. Standing in the corner of the room was an athletic looking man wearing a cowboy costume. He smirked at the sight of him but realized he had more important things to do than laugh at a cowboy.

"Who are you?" he asked the mayor, "And why do you have a cowboy standing in the corner of the room? He looks ridiculous." The man walked to him angrily and looked like he was a bout to hit him before the mayor stopped him,

"Calm down now Swift," so that was his name,

"That sonofabitch insulted my appearance," he argued against the mayor, who seemed to have more authority than him.

"Now, now, just calm down," he stammered, intimidated by the large man, "Save your energy, you never know when the bandits will attack,"

"You and your damn bandits," he replied.

"Hello? Getting bored over here." Cathal said, irritated.

"Yes of course," the mayor said and turned away from the large man,

"I am mayor Charles Marlow of Troy and I just wanted to ask you a few questions about your item,"

"I know," replied Cathal who was getting pretty annoyed about this now. Charles ignored his rudeness and proceeded to ask,

"How did you kill it, what did you do?"

"I stabbed it in the neck,"

"And that killed it?"

"It took a few shots but yeah,"

"And what does your item do?"

"No idea, haven't tried using it yet,"

"And do you know how to use it?"

"Something along the lines of sticking out my hand dramatically and hoping something happens," Cathal joked.

"Eugh," Charles sighed, this was going to take a while.....

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

Shas'ui T'au Kais — GMT

Yep, I agree with those Dark, thanks

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

Shas'ui T'au Kais — GMT

@Devastator, you did say you only had "some military training, but then again I suppose it should be 4 for BS

Also, Dark, just noticed that blood reaper has a 4 for BS, when he doesn't use guns, so I think that should change a little, but otherwise I think you did a great job

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

Catos — GMT

@darko I do have a slight problem with that: blood reaper said he doesnt use guns but he still has a better bs than me and i use guns all the time? Just asking.

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

blood reaper — GMT

Delta stalked the streets of London in serch of shelter for the night as Bandits and Brutes had driven him from the Church by driving a truck through the Churches doors and had nearly crushed him under the truck , he had escaped but had taken a shot to the leg and was not up for a encounter. He broke open the door of a small building and rested against the wall. He heard the sounds of Bandit bikers driving wildly in the streets of london and the scretch of trucks and mussle cars.

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Darkvoidof40k — GMT

Devastator wrote:(was ninjad)

you know, Bonesaw had served in army before the fall?

It ain't in your profile, so it ain't in your stats. Should've thought about it before you posted your character, eh?

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Yep, I agree with those Dark, thanks

Ye be muchly welcome.

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:@Devastator, you did say you only had "some military training, but then again I suppose it should be 4 for BS

Also, Dark, just noticed that blood reaper has a 4 for BS, when he doesn't use guns, so I think that should change a little, but otherwise I think you did a great job

He used to be a mercenary, in case you hadn't noticed.

Catos wrote:@darko I do have a slight problem with that: blood reaper said he doesnt use guns but he still has a better bs than me and i use guns all the time? Just asking.

Your character was a game enthusiast and an athletic (you have I5), not a soldier. What's more, Blood Reaper's character has 13 years on yours.

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Darkvoidof40k — GMT

It seems I missed out two characters. Going to edit them into my stats posts now. When I'm done, put it and the map in the OP, if you will Kaiser.

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

Shas'ui T'au Kais — GMT

No probs

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Devastator — GMT

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:@Devastator, you did say you only had "some military training,

I really should double-check before posting.
yeah BS4 would be nice considering that in the wastes you must learn to kill or your dead

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

Catos — GMT

Darkvoidof40k wrote:He used to be a mercenary, in case you hadn't noticed.

Yes, a mercenary that didnt use guns.

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

Potato_God — GMT

Thanks for writing out the stats, Dark (although I coulda done w/o being the weakest character; suppose thats what you get for playing a child )

Stix felt like a class-A fool. Jekyl and Hyde both looked at him, Guns raised. Stix weighed his options. He could try to kill them, which probably wouldn't end well; even if they didn't kill him first, he certainly wouldn't get out unscathed; even if he managed to kill them both, he'd probably just die slowly as a result of the no doubt agregious injuries he would acquire in the brutally short firefight. So he chose plan B: Helpless Idiot Child.

"Who the hell are you?" Hyde shouted at him, clearly looking for an excuse to fill him full of lead.
"ah...ah..J-j-Jon. Jonathon Brens!" Stix figured a moniker would work better, as telling two armed bandits that your name is "Stix n' Stones" is probably not the brightest idea.
"I.I took up refuge here after those terrible quakes! I-I have supplies if you need them!"

"Drop your Gun. Slide it over to me." huh. unlike Hyde, it seemed Jekyl was no fool. Stix looked at his worn face. behind his eyes were a deep sadness; unlike his gung-ho friend, it seemed Jekyl knew there was little hope for this world, that he was just riding out the apocalypse, and trying to cling on to this dead world as long as he could manage. Stix did as he asked, letting the FN-FAL slide over to Jekyl's feet.

"Now show us the supplies. What do you have?"
"Well, I have everything that you can see r-right now!" Stix motioned shakily around the dimly lit store.
"And I have some medicine in the pharmacy in the back. Also, I've managed to keep the freezer section going, so there's a hefty supply of alcohol thats still fairly cool"
"Well Then! fresh Booze!" Hyde muscled his way past Stix, moving towards the back of the store. Jekyl pressed the muzzle of his AK against Stix's back. Jekyl was no fool; He wasn't going to let this kid out of his sight. Hyde looked at the arrayed wines and whiskeys with an almost childlike glee

"This is so great! I'm gonna get so drunk I won't be able to see straight for YEARS! cmon, help me carry this gak ou-" SHUNK!

In one fluid motion, Stix brought out the machete, and in a arcing motion lopped off Hydes head. Hyde's body flopped to the ground unceremoniously, his carotid artery spewing blood, like a macabre fountain. Stix slowly turned to look at Jekyl.
"Why didn't you fire?" Jekyl shrugged.
"He was going to keep the booze and not give it to the boss. Besides, he was a dick anyway." Stix felt an idea brewing, and against his better judgement, embraced it, instead of chasing it away in lieu of a smarter, more conventional decision.

"There's soomething different about you. You didn't have the same bloodlust as your...partner. My guess is your tired of the killing. You feel bad to be a murderer in a world that has already lost so much. I bet you volunteered for this job because it was unlikely you'd meet anyone. Am I right in this?"

Jekyl nodded gravely. Good, Stix thought. This was going somewhere.

"I'm going to make you a deal, sir. If you don't head back to...Jerm, was it?"
Jekyl nodded again.
"yes, Jerm. Well, if you don't head back, he'll probably assume you died, or just deserted. he probably won't bother you. So, I have a proposition: come with me. I'm gonna fix this world, and I could use someone with a gun and some sense."

Jekyl raised his eyebrow. "so you're asking me to help you?"
Stix shrugged. "Might as well start small, right?"
Jekyl smirked back, some light shining through his otherwise dead eyes. "Okay then. You've got yourself a deal. The name's Peter Jenson" he offered his hand to Stix.
"Stix n Stones, nice to meet you." Another raised eyebrow. "Long story."

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blood reaper — GMT

Catos wrote:
Darkvoidof40k wrote:He used to be a mercenary, in case you hadn't noticed.

Yes, a mercenary that didnt use guns.

Yeah but older than you. And that dosn't meen he hasn't used guns in the past.

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

Chowderhead — GMT

Lev should have WS 4 and Sv of 5+ for his Flak Jacket.

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

Darkvoidof40k — GMT

Chowderhead wrote:Lev should have WS 4 and Sv of 5+ for his Flak Jacket.

I worked with what was in the form. Future changes are Kaiser's call now.

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Chowderhead — GMT

Darkvoidof40k wrote:
Chowderhead wrote:Lev should have WS 4 and Sv of 5+ for his Flak Jacket.

I worked with what was in the form. Future changes are Kaiser's call now.

Wait, I never posted anything! Hey!

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Darkvoidof40k — GMT

Chowderhead wrote:
Darkvoidof40k wrote:
Chowderhead wrote:Lev should have WS 4 and Sv of 5+ for his Flak Jacket.

I worked with what was in the form. Future changes are Kaiser's call now.

Wait, I never posted anything! Hey!

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FITZZ — GMT

I would think that due to her background of both gang member and military service,Whiskey would have a higher weapons skill and toughness....but that's just my thoughts on the mater.

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

Shas'ui T'au Kais — GMT

Very nice post Potato God

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

Darkvoidof40k — GMT

FITZZ wrote: I would think that due to her background of both gang member and military service,Whiskey would have a higher weapons skill and toughness....but that's just my thoughts on the mater.

She was stationed in London.. not going to have seen a great deal of combat there, is she?

And gang fighting.. that's just stabbing people and aiming in their direction and shooting. No tactics or particular skill there.

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Potato_God — GMT

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Very nice post Potato God

thanks man, I try.

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

Darkvoidof40k — GMT

Potato_God wrote:
Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Very nice post Potato God

thanks man, I try.

I'm with Kaiser. Good job for a first IC post.

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FITZZ — GMT

Darkvoidof40k wrote:
FITZZ wrote: I would think that due to her background of both gang member and military service,Whiskey would have a higher weapons skill and toughness....but that's just my thoughts on the mater.

She was stationed in London.. not going to have seen a great deal of combat there, is she?

And gang fighting.. that's just stabbing people and aiming in their direction and shooting. No tactics or particular skill there.

...I suppose it would depend on the situations ,I was simply thinking that after being involved in both gang activity and having military training ...she'd be fairly proficent with melee weapons as well as being "toughened" up by her harsh upbringing,her military training and the current conditions in which she exist...
Again just a thought...not a gripe.

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

Darkvoidof40k — GMT

FITZZ wrote:
Darkvoidof40k wrote:
FITZZ wrote: I would think that due to her background of both gang member and military service,Whiskey would have a higher weapons skill and toughness....but that's just my thoughts on the mater.

She was stationed in London.. not going to have seen a great deal of combat there, is she?

And gang fighting.. that's just stabbing people and aiming in their direction and shooting. No tactics or particular skill there.

...I suppose it would depend on the situations ,I was simply thinking that after being involved in both gang activity and having military training ...she'd be fairly proficent with melee weapons as well as being "toughened" up by her harsh upbringing,her military training and the current conditions in which she exist...
Again just a thought...not a gripe.

WS/BS 2 would represent an untrained, normal person. That's what I based it off.

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

FITZZ — GMT

Darkvoidof40k wrote:
FITZZ wrote:
Darkvoidof40k wrote:
FITZZ wrote: I would think that due to her background of both gang member and military service,Whiskey would have a higher weapons skill and toughness....but that's just my thoughts on the mater.

She was stationed in London.. not going to have seen a great deal of combat there, is she?

And gang fighting.. that's just stabbing people and aiming in their direction and shooting. No tactics or particular skill there.

...I suppose it would depend on the situations ,I was simply thinking that after being involved in both gang activity and having military training ...she'd be fairly proficent with melee weapons as well as being "toughened" up by her harsh upbringing,her military training and the current conditions in which she exist...
Again just a thought...not a gripe.

WS/BS 2 would represent an untrained, normal person. That's what I based it off.

Fair enough...

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

Potato_God — GMT

also, a thought: will we have our stats go up/down based on our experience?

for example, If FITZZ chops up 10 raiders, I think he'd be getting a little better w/ ws, were as if I broke my leg, I'm pretty sure my Initiative will plummet...

just something I wanted to adress.

also, sorry if I took any liberties by killing ol Hyde w/o any combat rolls...

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

Darkvoidof40k — GMT

Potato_God wrote:also, a thought: will we have our stats go up/down based on our experience?

for example, If FITZZ chops up 10 raiders, I think he'd be getting a little better w/ ws, were as if I broke my leg, I'm pretty sure my Initiative will plummet...

just something I wanted to adress.

also, sorry if I took any liberties by killing ol Hyde w/o any combat rolls...

Dice are only for events. Kill away.

In the unlikely event FITZZ does chop up 10 raiders consecutively in the same place, then yes, I think something would improve. But the unlikelihood of this should be reflected in his posts. I mean, 10 against just his character in a room, all with knives, isn't going to end well. Might tag one or two; and it's still the same for even my giant of a character. There's just no feasible way for one person to tackle that many at once.

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

FITZZ — GMT

I like Potato Gods idea concerning the chance for stats to go up/down.

Also agree with Darko...don't see any of our characters coming out on the high side of a 10 vs 1 knife fight...in a situation like that one would have to haul tail or get very creative in order to survive.

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

Darkvoidof40k — GMT

FITZZ wrote: I like Potato Gods idea concerning the chance for stats to go up/down.

Also agree with Darko...don't see any of our characters coming out on the high side of a 10 vs 1 knife fight...in a situation like that one would have to haul tail or get very creative in order to survive.

Or just be Catos' character who can apparently kill a sub-par version of the most powerful creatures in the little fictional universe we have here.

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FITZZ — GMT

Darkvoidof40k wrote:
FITZZ wrote: I like Potato Gods idea concerning the chance for stats to go up/down.

Also agree with Darko...don't see any of our characters coming out on the high side of a 10 vs 1 knife fight...in a situation like that one would have to haul tail or get very creative in order to survive.

Or just be Catos' character who can apparently kill a sub-par version of the most powerful creatures in the little fictional universe we have here.

...Nah, I prefer leaving the "superhero/uber ninja" malarkey alone..

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ghosty — GMT

So after reading through the eight pages of content I regret not placing down a request to join earlier. Of course, chances are it may be a bit too far along now, but if there was a glimmer of a chance?

Ooh and 'cos I'm a bit of a rabble rouser, Darko, I seriously think you should reconsider how you host your rps, I mean, hell, you saw yourself what happened when you used that kind of freedom in the zombies rp (Backflipping 50.cal bullet dodging key character murdering psychos anyone?) which may or may not have had a certain bearing across the rest of the rp. I think everyone should be allowed to PM their actions, as it IS their characters, they should have a say in it. Otherwise it is effectively just you Rping with yourself.

Now I've got that out of the way (I wasn't knocking Darko, don't take offence) I shall await patiently the verdict of Kais as to whether or not I can join.

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FITZZ — GMT

BIC:...

Whiskey continued her trek towards Elysium...hoping Garro was still running his little trading post there,it had been almost three months since she'd been in Elysium and people had a way of being "run out of town" there.
She thought back to her first encounter with the pudgy little shop keeper,the crazy bastard had ventured near London in an attempt to salvage a transport truck filled with canned meats that had been seemingly overlooked by the Raiders,the fact that the truck was down in a gully and obscured by a huge pile of rubble may have factored into this.
Garro had come from Elysium with a tow truck and a single dim witted ,but amazingly large assistant and had managed to get the transport truck out of the ditch and back on the main road when a group of Raiders had spotted them.
Though the shop keeper had come prepared to salvage the goods inside the truck and indeed the truck itself,he and his brawny helper,armed only with a single shotgun and pistols,were ill equiped to engage in a prolonged firefight with a pack of bandits and had it not been for Whiskey's intervention ,in the form of adding her firepower to the besieged pair,both Garro and his slow witted assitant would have both found themselves either dead or captured.
After the bandits had been dispatched ,Whiskey had offered her services in protecting the pair and their trucks until they reached Elysium in exchange for some of the canned goods in the truck.
Garro had quickly agreed and within an hour they had entered Elysium,where Garro had not only given Whiskey more canned meat then she could comfortably carry ,but had also gifted the young woman with several boxes of ammunition ,something Whiskey had been silently grateful for.
Pausing momentarily,Whiskey took quick inventory of her remaining supplies,several full magazines for both her pistol and riffle,as well as a dozen various cans of beans and meats...she sighed,it seemed now was as good a time as any to visit Garro...though she wondered if he'd be as generous this time as she had nothing to exchange for his goods...
Still she had saved his fat ass before,and perhaps she could parlay a deal with him...she'd have to find out.
Fifteen minutes later,Whiskey entered Elysium,slightly annoyed by the stares she recieved as she made her way to the location of Garro's shop...thankfully,she arrived shortly and entered the small trading post...
Garro ,who was seated in an old recliner,casually leafing through an ancient copy of Playboy,glanced up at the sound of Whiskey's arival and paused for a moment ..
A broad smile spread across the shop keepers chubby face.." Ah..Ms. Whiskey...isn't it?..so very nice to see you again...it's been quite some time..good to see your well..." the fat man said lifting his considerable bulk from his chair and advancing towards Whiskey,his stubby hand extended.." What brings you to Elysium ..?"

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Tyranic Marta — GMT

(ic for the first time)

Terence dropped silently from the roof of the low building onto the dirt below, a small puff of dust rises as he surveys the landscape. He nods to himself and dissapears behind a stack of crates, he glances down at his watch, noting the seconds tick by, he needed to finish this contract.

His shadow slips over a low wall and he hides behind a house, the moons soft light from its last quarter giving im all the visibility he needs. The house's brick work from an older time before the apocalypse seems out of place in this run down area of the city, he nods to himself again upon seeing two men moving out from behind the warehouse across the street carrying a large crate between them.

He glances down at his watch again, the whispered words draw no attention to him as he moves deftly into the shadows behind the warehouse, "Right on schedule". He crouches down in the shadows watching the men move the crate to the side of the road, then stop, clearly wating for something.

The put the crate down, on of them sitting on it lighting a ciggarette. Muffled conversation floats over to Terence, as he moves through the shadows towards them, the street is dark, and neither of the men are weaing night vision goggles. He knows that these two will be the only ones, they always work as a pair, with only their driver in on the deal. Who was clearly late.

Terence thought about that, halting in the gloom about three metres from the bac of the man standing, why was their driver late? Unimportant he decides drawing his knife from his boot silently. He creeps up behind the first man and slits his throat silently while the other man is looking the other way, towards the direction where their driver will be coming from.

He never turns around, Terence pulls his silenced pistol and puts a shot between the mans ear and his shoulder, severing the spinal column and killing him instantly, no blood. Terence nods again, his crooked mouth turning up in a smile. he removes the mag from his pistol and deftly slots anouther bullet in to top it up from his pocket.

Then he looks at the crate, it was still sealed and he had no interest of its contents, only that his client diddnt want that crate to go beyond the truck. Terence slips into the shadows and draws his sniper rifle, loading a shell on the greased track, silently clicking the bolt home.

He settles in to wait, his watch clicking past midnight and finally the twin headlights of the truck appear. He raises himself into a crouch and puts his eye to the scope, watching the young man behind the wheel, not thier usual driver, perhaps they had anouther argument.

No matter, the 7.62 round punches through the young mans neck snapping his head of and knocking him out the door, blood spurting all over the road but not inside or on the truck. Terence nods again. He shifts the crate into the back of the truck and gets into the cab, he doesnt care about fingerprints, there hasnt been a finger print scan for 3 years.

He grabs the bodies and loads them into the truck once they have stopped bleeding.

He drops the clutch and slams the truck into first, and begins to drive back along the road after doind a U turn and sliding slightly on the gravel. His driving is immpeccable like the rest of his job, he drives quickly but safely keeping to the road and keeping out of the way of other late night drivers. He pulls into the men's housing block and gets out of the truck at the top of the road.

He searches briefly behind the doorway of an abandoned house and finds the RPG stashed there, nodding he takes the men from the back and puts the in the double cab, the driver in his seat, hands on the wheel, and props the other two up in their usual positions.

Then he moves back down the street and fires the RPG, dropping the launcher he doesnt bother to stay for the explosion. He moves calmly into the shadows on the other side of the road and melts into the night. Contract achieved.

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Evaelc — GMT

Will smothered the fire hoping no-one would notice the smoke and soon after the motorbike pulled to a screeching stop directly outside the building opposite to him. The motor bike which turned out to be an old sidecar was in poor condition. Scratches and dents covered the bike all over. On the main fuel tank spray-painted on the side was an emblem of a gun with ‘Londonz Gunz’ underneath it.
The side car passenger jumped out and ran towards the door of the decrepit building. After a series of timed knocks the doors was open and the passenger was yanked inside by a set of huge hands. The door was slammed after him.
Will inspected the rest of the building all of the windows were boarded up with what seemed to be thick plywood. It appeared this was a house of trouble as there were numerous bullet marks in the walls and some even through the boards. Several clips worth of ammo shells were littered on the ground before the building and as Will looked up he saw mounted on the roof a set of large guns. Although he couldn’t tell what they were he could tell that they could probably take down an airplane.
Half an hour passed with no sign of any movement until the door was thrown open and the side car passenger came bolting out hastily jamming several pieces of paper into his rucksack. The moment he was in the driver took off, careening down the road to its next unknown destination. Will decided that the ruins of London were not the place for a person like him.
When morning came he was off traveling as carefully as possible to where he knew there were some survivors. He had been briefed on the place called Elysium and dreaded going there as much as he didn’t like the ruins. But so far it was the only place he knew to go to.

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Tyranic Marta — GMT

Terence moves through the wreckage of the city, heading back to that strange place he had got his contract from, Elysium, nothing but money would make him go back there, but money it was, so he was going.

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Ragnar4 — GMT

Meat held his breath, trying not to move, for what seemed like an eternity.

"I know you're here, Human" a dull, throbbing ache in the back of his mind announced.

Meat exhaled in shock, panic, and surprise. "What the feth was that?"

"I'm impressed, actually, most people try to run or hide in a panic when they see us. They scamper to and fro, with no reguard for how they intend to protect themselves."

"Please don't kill me." Meat gasped alloud between frantic panting, the terror of the situation made it much easier to take deep, painful breaths of the hot-air.

"This isn't personal" The dull thud encroached on his mind more violently now, it was starting to feel more like a pinprick in his brain than a thump or a thud. "You see, my homeland is a paradise of bountiful forests, and fruit, and the a celebration of the Great Hunt"

Meat's mind was filled with tormented visions of lush forests, boundless rivers, great stepped pyramids, and temples devoted to the Reapers. It was like a slideshow of pictures cascading before his eyes. The pain worsened with each passing moment, his ears began to ring.

"We were exiled from our home until we finished our duty here." The reaper sent an image of a monsterous creature, nearly 2 stories tall, shaped like a boar with razor sharp tusks being shredded by a dozen or so feral beasts "I think, that you could understand why I would want so viscerally to leave this hole and celebrate my life in my own home."

Blood flowed freely from Meat's ears, he spat and choked on each hot breath filled with the taste of tar, and death. The pain was unbearable! His vision began to tunnel and he lurched forward onto all fours in violent coughs.

"To sit and self-cultivate as you have, as you face death, without fear... Human. Deserves the most painful of deaths." Meat looked back up and stared into the eyes of his attacker. A pair of glowing bracelets adorned the creatures wrists. Meat spat at the vile creature, but the pain was so immense that he did little more than drool on the ground.

New visions filled his mind, and suddenly the pain subsided. The Reaper reared back in pain, grasping at the back of its neck, releasing a deathscreech that could be heard for miles. The vision was of a man, with a badly mangled leg stabbing at Meat wildly with knives. Meat tried to bring his arms infront of himself instinctively and collapsed on the ground headfirst.

As blackness enveloped Meat, the pain subsided. "I have more important things to tend to, human. I will be back for you, later...."

Meat awoke several hours, perhaps days, later at twilight, lying in a now dried pool of his own blood. His ears throbbed as he heard a faint scratching sound above his head, he summoned his strength and lifted his body up, seeing hundreds of ants working dilligently to clean up the mess he had left.

Several had worked their way into his eyes and nose and he sneezed violently several times. His tongue was swollen and dry, and his eyes felt like there were glass shards under his eyelids.

He fumbled for his water and swallowed a mouthfull.

"I've got to move."

He thought.

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Darkvoidof40k — GMT

Nice roleplays everyone, I'll have to get some up soon.

ghosty wrote:So after reading through the eight pages of content I regret not placing down a request to join earlier. Of course, chances are it may be a bit too far along now, but if there was a glimmer of a chance?

Ooh and 'cos I'm a bit of a rabble rouser, Darko, I seriously think you should reconsider how you host your rps, I mean, hell, you saw yourself what happened when you used that kind of freedom in the zombies rp (Backflipping 50.cal bullet dodging key character murdering psychos anyone?) which may or may not have had a certain bearing across the rest of the rp. I think everyone should be allowed to PM their actions, as it IS their characters, they should have a say in it. Otherwise it is effectively just you Rping with yourself.

Now I've got that out of the way (I wasn't knocking Darko, don't take offence) I shall await patiently the verdict of Kais as to whether or not I can join.

I agree with you ghosty, in theory. But I've learned a lot from GMing RZ&LWC and such problems will not occur in any other roleplay. In fact, in the summer holidays when I intend to start the fourth thread in that series, I'm going to sort everything that was a problem in that thread out, and we can carry on with the story.

And I can assure you, there will be no back-flipping .50 cal bullet dodging ninja's this time.

And ghosty, go ahead and make your character, I know Kaiser won't have any problem with you joining.

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FM Ninja 048 — GMT

A new chapter, new characters or old characters?

my post will come when I get Kais' approval

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Darkvoidof40k — GMT

FM Ninja 048 wrote:A new chapter, new characters or old characters?

my post will come when I get Kais' approval

As unofficial adviser to the GM, I give you my approval.

As for the new part of RZ&LWC - it will be the same characters, but I have a deviously long plan that will require more words than all my events added together. Once the plot has been finished; I'll relinquish my position as GM and allow for someone else to take over the story.

Depending on if any of us survive..

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Catos — GMT

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

Awww... you remembered me!

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Catos — GMT

woohoo! second new page i started!

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Shas'ui T'au Kais — GMT

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

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

FM Ninja 048 — GMT

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

also God aproves of my plan, it is forming now

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Shas'ui T'au Kais — GMT

Ghosty, I would be very happy for you to join

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FITZZ — GMT

@ 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.

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Darkvoidof40k — GMT

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.

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FITZZ — GMT

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...

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Ragnar4 — GMT

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)

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Darkvoidof40k — GMT

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

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Tyranic Marta — GMT

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

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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.

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Tyranic Marta — GMT

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"

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FITZZ — GMT

OOC:...
@ Marta..

Wait? did you just kill Garro?

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

Tyranic Marta — GMT

nope chopped his balls of

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FITZZ — GMT

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.

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Tyranic Marta — GMT

he'll treat you nicely, just not me

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Tyranic Marta — GMT

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

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FITZZ — GMT

...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...

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Tyranic Marta — GMT

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

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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.

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FITZZ — GMT

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...

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Tyranic Marta — GMT

Bah lets just go and kill him,

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FITZZ — GMT

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

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

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Tyranic Marta — GMT

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?

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

FM Ninja 048 — GMT

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.

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FITZZ — GMT

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...

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Tyranic Marta — GMT

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

well done

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FITZZ — GMT

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

well done

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

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Tyranic Marta — GMT

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

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ghosty — GMT

Clay. It was horrible stuff. After a recent rainfall it became like glue; thick and grey, sticking to everything in great clods, and ruining the shape and beauty of things that once flourished; now floundered. A single flower was poking its head bravely out from the entanglement; a single poppy, it's stark red vibrant and contrasting so completely to the mud surrounding it that its beauty was thrown out of proportion, to the point of obsession. It mattered not that the brave little flower threw its shoots up from the chest cavity of a man long since dead, nor did it matter that the plant itself was on top of a corpse pile. What mattered was the clay. Thick and clogging, it threatened to choke the poppy before its time. However, its fate was not to be; a calloused hand clumsily reached down and plucked up from between two ribs, and with some care, pocketed the beautiful flower. Sinner clambered back to his feet and stretched. It was dawning on him that he had tarried for too long, especially in an area as hostile as where he was. He clambered back down the mound, several times slipping on the wet muck on his descent, before he finally reached the bottom. And then he was off again, moving silently through the sparse landscape, head down, hand on weapon hilt. The days walk was uneventful, and it wasn't until dusk that Sinner first encountered what was commonly known as a 'crazy'. The man literally stumbled out of no where, into the flickering light of Sinners campfire. At once he was on his feet, blade drawn, watching with discontent at the site before him. The crazy was wearing the remains of a suit, torn and faded, and hanging off the mans gaunt frame in rags. His hair was long and unkempt, and he had the makings of a full beard. His eyes were sunken deep into the pits of the sockets, and rolled around crazily. The strange thing that had struck Sinner was that the man hadn't even noticed him; instead the crazy was busying himself with waving his hands frantically at invisible demons, flittering around in his imagination.

"Can I help you brother?" Sinner said, cautiously eyeing the shiv poking bodily from the crazies pocket. The madman turned, and cackled manically, and reached down towards his trousers, and towards his weapon.But he never managed it. Sinner watched with the sheerest empathy for the man as machete met the jugular in a fountain of red. The crazy dropped to his knees, and clawed at his throat, trying to breathe despite drowning in his own blood. A second later a second stroke of a blade ended the man as painlessly as possible, a strike between the eyes. The man fell dead to the floor, gurgling quietly away. Sinner did not sleep that night.

Morning came, and Sinner left camp site, travelling east. Beside the burnt out campfire was a freshly dug grave, a simple wooden cross hammered in at its head. And upon Sinners arm, another scar.

"Thou Shalt not kill"

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FITZZ — GMT

BIC:...

Whiskey jumped at the sound of a deep voice coming from her right..

"You dont need to worry about that pig anymore... I had a talk with him and found hes lost his balls" Said a man with a scared face and a dead looking eye who was approaching her.

Whiskey quickly drew her pistol and crouched low in a combat stance..." Who the feth are you..?" she said thumbing the safety off her weapon..

The man stalled and raised a hand.." Names Terrance...and you can put the gun away...I mean no harm."

Whiskey kept her sights fixed on the mans chest.." Hmm...well Terrance...trust isn't one of my stronger qaulities...so I'll just keep my guard up ..if you don't mind"

" Suit yourself" Terrance shrugged ,seemingly unphased by the gun being pointed at him..

" Now.." Whiskey said " What do you mean I dont have to worry about that pig...and you had a talk with him..?...who are you refering to?"

" Garro.." The man said " I saw what he did back in his shop...when you were there."

Whiskey stared at the man..." and..?" she prompted..

" Well Ma'am...I don't think a lady should be treated that way...so...like I said...I had a talk with him.." Terrance replied.

Whiskey placed her hand on her forehead,letting everything sink in..." You had a talk with him...and cut off his...?" she trailed off..

Terrance nodded " Yes Ma'am."

" Ay Dios" Whiskey muttered lowering her weapon..." Well...you certianlly messed up my plans my chivalrious friend."

Terrance tilted his head slightly..appearing confused .

Whiskey sighed..." I wasn't particularly worried about chubs back there...I planned to use him for as long as I could...for ammo and supplies...if it meant him oogling my backside from time to time..so be it.." Whiskey shrugged.

" Well" Terrance said..." I doubt he'll be in an..oogleing mood any time soon.."

This struck Whiskey as funny and she threw back her head and laughed..." No...I suppose not.."she eyed the strange man for a moment..." Well...the way I see it...we'd probably best put some distance between Elysium and ourselves...before anyone see's what you've done."

Terrance nodded.

Whiskey slung her pack and started off away from the city at a brisk pace,glancing over her shoulder she saw Terrance following close behind...

" There a reason your following me..? " Whiskey said over her shoulder.

" Figured I owed you..." Terrance replied..

" Owe me..?" Whiskey asked..

" Well you said you had an arangement with Garro for supplies...figure I'd help you get some." Said Terrance.

Whiskey glanced back at the man...unsure of what to make of him...she shrugged " Ok Cowboy...follow me."

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(good work mate)

Terrance makes a note to himself to avoid that weapons firing arc in the future, he diddnt fear it, hed dealt with worse but theres little need in wasting ammo. He turns slightly and looks back towards the shop, already people are gathering around laughing slightly, a guard bustles through and sees what happened and he laughs too, the mans talk drifts back to him, "What happened Garro? You slip on something you fat pig?" then garro points down the street and Terrence taps Whiskey on the shoulder, "I think wed best leave"

His SMG is in his hands and up to his shoulder, as he hears Whiskey yell to him he turns and runs with her, bullets cracking out kicking up dust and flecks of cobbles from the road. A shot hits him square in the shoulder but falls to the ground, his jacket stopping it admirably. He barely stumbles from the blow "Thats gonna bruise"

He spins ducking slightly behind a wall and aims his SMG, two bursts spit silencced death into the guard. Terrence turns and keeps running, "You shot first matey", He tugs whiskeys jacket as she heads right, "This way" he slides under the fence at his exit point and covers her as she sprints out with his SMG. One of the patrolling guards sees them but doesnt get a chance to yell as two silenced rounds puncture his neck. His companion falls with a bullet through his forhead.

Terrence nods at Whiskey for the last shot and they sprint of into the desert. His hands are swift at the mechanisms of his gun as he ejects the clip, laoding more bullets into it from his other pocket rather than loading a full new clip in. He slings the weapon over his shoulder onto its bandolier sling and nods to a building, ragged and nearly torn down by windstorms it stands in a cluster of other buildings about 300 metres away from Elysium.

"That'll do"

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(ohhh, I want to hear more about these "Sovo slavs" although I have a good idea what they might be, the details might be important to my character later...)

Dimitri sat at the bar of the Saloon, unceremoniously dubbed "The Green Dragon" because of the neon sign in the shape of a winged dragon on the front of the building. He had ordered a round of vodka for him and his squad and they were currently enjoying a round of poker on a table on the other end of the saloon. Rivendell was a quaint little settlement, not just because of the trees, but also because of the people. Most of them were hard working ranchers or farmers trying to eek out what living they could from the mostly barren earth in these parts. While it certainly wasn't paradise, Dimitri had to admit that the town was about as close as one could get in these times.

He took another sip of the vodka and blenched, well, the alcohol was still horrible but at least they were set for the next few days. After they had gotten situated, Dimitri and his group had bartered and bought enough supplies and water to last them at the very least to get to Troy.

"Why do we have to leave?" Sergei had said, his mouth full of salted pork. "This place is pretty nice."

"Do you really want to be here when this place gets burnt to the ground by raiders?" Dimitri had said coldly.

"What?" Peter had asked.

"Things that are too good to be true usually are, trust me, in the next few days or weeks, this town will be swarming with those vermin."

"I dunno chief, you seen those 'rangers' they have? Those guys are pretty pro looking to me." Sergei had protested.

"The bandits have autos and vehicles, these 'rangers' are gonna get chewed to pieces." Dimitri had retorted.

"Well, considering your average raider cant tell the butt of a rifle from the muzzle..." Sonya had interjected. "If you don't think they can stand up for themselves then why dont we help them?"

Dimitri had given here a scowl. "Are you out of your mind woman? Do you all really want to stay here that badly?"

"This is the best place we've found since we crossed the channel, boss, you really wanna give it up for Troy? Where every raider in a hundred mile radius goes to have a party?"

Dimitri had become a little put off at this point. "Oh yeah? Well last time I checked, I was in charge. Enjoy your furlough, at dawn tomorrow, we head for Troy."

That had been about an hour ago, Dimitri's nose crinkled, the Saloon stank, he needed some fresh air. He walked outside and took a cigarette out of his webbing and lit it, drawing in the smoke slowly. It was late afternoon, and people were headed back to their houses from wherever they worked. A lot of the passers by gave Dimitri and his friends strange looks, at first Dimitri had wondered why but soon he figured that his own squad was dressed very differently from anyone they had seen in a long time. There hasn't been a professional military presence in this area in a while. But also Dimitri suspected it could have been their accents, he doubted anyone around here would appreciate Russians, so for now Dimitri had forbidden the use of the language among his squad. Dimitri had to admit, these people had it together for a town of about two hundred to two hundred and fifty people. They had roads, decent constructed buildings, water pumping and purification, a market district, and despite his own misgivings, a competent protection force and a decent fortification around the town.

Perhaps he was wrong about this town, perhaps Sonya had a point, maybe if they helped this town out with their special knowledge and expertise, it would have a good chance of surviving and thriving. And after all, isn't that what Dimitri and the others wanted? To thrive?

Dimitri shook his head, what was he thinking? He was right, in the next few weeks this town would be a scar on the landscape and he wouldn't be part of it.

A pair of booted feet approaching interrupted his thoughts. Dimitri looked up and flicked his spent cigarette away. Before him stood two men, on he recognized was Rosco, the other was a much older and more rugged man who had a large scar going down his jawline. Both of them were dressed similarly, in dusters and cowboy hats.

"This is him chief." Rosco said indicating Dimitri.

The older man walked straight up to Dimitri and penetrated him with his hard stare. Despite himself, Dimitri had never seen a man give a look so hard. Just as Dimitri's mind began to race, wondering the stranger's intent, the man's expression softened to a smirk and he stuck his hand out to shake, which Dimitri shook apprehensively.

"Welcome to Rivendell, Mr..." The older man said, indicating that Dimitri should give his name.

"Dimitri" he said, the older man hesitated for a moment.

"Well, Dimitri, welcome to Rivendell, Rosco here tells me you had a run in with some brigands earlier."

"Yes sir, we took care of them pretty easily with his help."

"Oh, how rude of me, My name is Marston, I'm the chief Marshall of the Rangers here in Rivendell and unofficial mayor of this little town. I'm sure you've noticed the foliage?"

"Yes sir, its quite...different."

"Yes, well, tell me, Mr. Dimitri, what do you plan on doing while you are here."

"Nothing, my people and I are leaving tomorrow for Troy."

"Ah Troy, I'm sure you've heard all about it, but allow me to make you a proposition."

Dimitri didn't like how this was going. "Actually, sir, We're--" He began until he was cut off.

"Excellent, come to the Ranger Station in an hour and bring your people, I'm sure your interest will be piqued." With that Marston tipped his hat and the rangers turned and left.

Dimitri watched them go and sighed, he knew he wasn't going to like this.

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(rivendell... really?)

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Tyranic Marta wrote:(rivendell... really?)

...Any port in a storm ...

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(facepalm)

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Tyranic Marta wrote:(facepalm)

...I did catch the LOTR referance BTW.

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all of them? there were a few

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the green dragon, rivendell, and rangers were all I got

but rangers isn't really LOTR specific

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no but with everything else floating around it was

and yeah thats pretty much it,

anyhoo, FITZZ, ur up mate

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OOC"...I'll be posting up an RP briefly...got a few ideas brewing.

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ok mate

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BIC:...

"That'll do" Terrance said indicating a cluster of ruined buildings off to their left.
Whiskey glanced towards the structures ..." Any port in a storm" she thought to herself and veered along with Terrance sprinting for the delapidated buildings as she snaped a quick glance over her shoulder to see if the Elysium were pursuing them.
She saw no one ...but that didn't mean patrols wouldn't be hot on their trail soon.

Whiskey poured on the speed,sprinting the last 100 yards to the structures,she was slightly amazed that the man had kept pace with her...falling only slightly behind.

They skidded to a halt outside one of the larger buildings and pushed at the door,it held fast and Whiskey cursed kicking it open.

Inside,the two leaned against the filthy soot covered walls catching their breath.

" Well..." Whiskey panted.." We just killed three Elysium Guard...we'll be lucky if the don't send out a whole platoon to find us.."

" They shot first..." Terrance said glancing through a shattered window through his riffle scope..." I don't see anyone anyway....I guess we lost them."

" ...or maybe their loading up for long range patrol.." Whiskey said..." Either way...we should probably..."

That's when the floor they were standing on gave way...spilling them both into the basement bellow..

" Damn it!" Whiskey exclaimed sitting up from where she'd fallen...rubbing her head and examining a large vertical slash along her arm.

Terrance popped up from a pile of cardboard boxes he'd landed on rubbing his backside..." You ok?" he asked Whiskey.

" Well...I'm pouring blood...so I'd guess not..." she said trying to stem the bleeding of the wound in her arm...

Terrance stooped down and examined the wound..." Need to stitch that" he said.

" I seem to have forgotten my sewing kit." Whiskey said.

" It's ok...I got mine" replied Terrance,he quickly poured antiseptic over the wound causing Whiskey to wince..

"sorry bout that..." He said threading a needle from his first aid kit.." This might hurt a bit..."

" No gak huh,," Whiskey said gritting her teeth as Terrance sewed the wound in her arm up..covering it in a steral bandage when he was done.

Whiskey stared at the field dressing and nodded " Nice work...thanks.."

" Happy to be of service.." Terrance said with a nod..

Whiskey climbed to her feet and looked around the basement...nothing there of any value..just piles of empty boxes and rusted tools..." Guess we should get moving.." she said heading for the stairs.

" Hold up." said Terrance..." I found something.."

Whiskey turned ,Terrance was standing by a small metal doorway...

" Wonder what's in there" she said walking towards the door..she gave it a tug and it slid open with a shriek of rusted metal..

Terrance flipped on a flashlight and shined it inside..." Looks like some sort of passageway ." he said.

Whiskey glanced inside,a long stone covered hallway loomed before them,she looked over her shoulder back towards the gaping hole they'd fallen through...and the thought of what might be arriving outside at any moment..she shrugged ..." Might as well check it out." she said.

Drawing their weapons..they entered the hallway.

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Terence checked the load in his wepaons, for the fiftieth time he thought grimly, this place set him on edge. His flashlight was clipped to the end of the muzzle on his SMG, wide arcs of light spilling of the walls.

eventually the pair came to anouther door, nodding to Whiskey he grasped the handle and waited whilst she got into position, he pushed the door open crouching down aiming his weapon through the doorway, Whiskey behind him her weapon's muzzle a foot abouve Terrance's head, even crouching he was still tall.

the room apparently clear, Terrance battle signed to Whiskey and to his amazement she understood perfectly moving through the darkness parallel to him as they scanned to room, open doorways seemed to streach on and on, after clearing half a dozen rooms in what seems to be un underground bunker of sorts. They stop and in an unspoken agreement clear the final room andbarricade the entrances, "thisll do for the moment i think... weve found nothing down here, where do you think we should be going now?"

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OOC:...

Night?...it's still morning...Whiskey had woken at dawn,walked to Elysium (which took about two hours),handled her business with Garro ( which took maybe a half hour to forty five minutes) and then met Terrance...so,by my calculations it's just 10:00-10:30 A.M...perhaps a bit later depending on how long the two have been searching the underground tunnels...but surely not time to call it a night.

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oh... my bad that timed badly

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ok lets sort this out....

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FM Ninja 048 wrote:the green dragon, rivendell, and rangers were all I got

but rangers isn't really LOTR specific

(Ding ding ding, give the man a prize!

I'm sorry do my references offend? I'm currently studying Tolkien for my English class and its been fresh on the mind, plus, I love Easter eggs...

If its such an eyesore to everyone I'll knock it off

also, 'rangers' were more of a general term and that similarity was unintentional, I did, however, base their appearance on the force from F:NV )

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reposted

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Kat and Lev walked alone. The other women decided to stay in the town, in the non-burned buildings. Their funeral.

"Lev, we've been walking for days! Where on earth are we going?" Kat whined, her feet covered in blisters.

"We are seeing my brother." Lev said, in his monotone Russian accent.

"Brother? You have siblings?" Kat seemed surprised. She had thought that Lev's family was dead.

"Yes. We haven't talked much, but we need to talk."

"Why?"

"Because he had my gun." Lev smirked at the thought of another touching his precious weapon.

Kat remained silent until she saw their destination. She had only heard of it from stories of merchants and bards, a myth of the plains. But there it was, it's massive walls withstanding for years.

Troy stood like a diamond in the ash wastes, a glistening metal statue of human resistance.

The two walked up to the gate, and the guards began to pour out of the towers.

"Put down your weapons, and put your hands on your heads!" The loudspeaker was crackling.

The duo placed their weapons on the ground, and hit the deck. Then came the guards. Prodding with their weapons, the men in the ragtag uniforms searched Lev and Kat until they were satified. They picked them up, gave them their weapons and shuffled them into the massive gates. They were shoved into a small room, where a man in a pristine suit came in.

"Welcome to Troy. I understand you are carrying firearms. May I see them to check for illegal modifications? And will you please remove the... Suit? May I call it a suit?" The man had a high, whiney voice. Lev wanted to punch him.

"You may not, sir."

"Ah, then. I will still need to take it off."

"You may not, sir."

"Well, I can make an exception... For a small fee..." He was staring at Kat's breasts, licking his lips.

The cold steel of the .50 caliber rifle dug into the man's stomach.

"You will not. Never. Do not even look at her."

The man's pants became wet with sweat and urine.

"Of-of-of course, sir! Please follow me to enter the city."

The three entered the city. One was awestruck. One was bored. And one was lying in an alley, with a knife wound in his side.

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cute

but ultimatly well done

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Will managed to get into Elysium without too much of a hitch. It’s amazing what you can do with a posh accent and a doctorate in medicine. As he moved through the walkways of the market a man and a woman ran past. Thinking nothing of it Will continued, up ahead there was quite a commotion and a large crowd had gathered outside a shop. Will immediately ran over and pushing his way through the crowd he found a large obese man passed out on the ground with a large bloodstain around the crotch. People started clamouring around him asking who he was. “Relax”, he said, “I’m a doctor.” It was only a short time before he bandaged the man up. “Now where can I find the nearest hospital,” he called out to the crowd.
“Follow us.” The reply came from two uniformed men standing nearby.
“Gladly” and the two men helped Will haul the large unconscious man outside to a stretcher.

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BIC:...

Whiskey glanced over at Terrance and pointed at a small footlocker shoved in the corner of the room...

She crouched by the locker and cautiously opened it..inside she found an old knife,2 boxes of 9MM ammo,a tin of sardines...she grimaced at them and tossed them over her shoulder to Terrance,she also found a small battered journal ...she squinted in the dim light and read the top of the first page...

" I saw hell tonight" she read " or rather those who should dwell in hell,Reapers I have heard them called,but I know Satan's minions when I gaze upon them.."

" Nice" Whiskey Muttered shoving the ammo and journal into her backpack and fishing out two cans of tinned meat..she tossed one to Terrance..

" First we eat some lunch.." She said " Then we head out..perhaps make for Troy.."

Terrance cut a slice of the canned meat loose and chewed it..." Go back the way we came?" he asked..

" I figure we'll go out through the sun roof." Whiskey said pointing to a small metal hatch above them.

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Kais! Gimme an event! I thrive off events!

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Terence nods, "check your loadouts, i dont trust this place... it sets me on edge"

They check their guns proving terence wrong when full magazines are all they find but he still doesnt trust it.

He silently ate his way thorugh the can. Then out of his pack he grabbed his medkit, "lemmie look at that cut" after checking it and putting a fresh dressing on he cleanses and washes the last in boiling water, which he then puts purifying tablets into.

Some time later he takes the water and puts it into a canteen, apparently pure. Then he begins to look around the room for a route to the exit exit, quickly finding the desired material he builds a crude set of platforms with assorted materials which he clambers up, taking an iron crowbar out of his pack he smashes the lock.

"Ladies first?"

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Garro lay in the hospital bed. It had only been a few minutes since he had regained consciousness.
“So… who exactly did this to you”, Will inquired.
“Sonna b***h named Terrence, why do you care?”
“Just asking, so is there any particular reason why he did this to you?”
“Nope… no reason at all”
Will could tell he was lying. Not only was he sweating and twitching like a madman but he wasn’t hiding it well, due to his injury. “Well anything I can do just let me know, other than that the doctors can help you out. So if you excuse me I’ll be leaving.”
“Hold up, now there is something you can do for me. You’re an army man aren’t you?”
“Hardly”
“Well you could go and find him for me couldn’t you? I can pay you.”
“I’m no hired assassin Garro”
“Well then what do you want?”
“I do need a map of the area and some rations could help”
“Why sure thing you seem like a dependable man so why don’t you just take my jeep”
“What?!?!”
“No it’ll be fine It even has a map and rations in it and when you return I can give you something extra.”
“Okay…”
“Well here’s the keys, she’s parked out the back of my shop.”
As soon as Will saw the Jeep he understood why Garro was just letting him use it. The outside was completely rusted and on closer inspection even had mould on some of the seats. Having a look at the engine told him that this thing was going nowhere fast. A quick stop at a mechanic with borrowed cash from Garro’s till helped him get it going and he was soon out the gate. Judging from the map and the current landscape he’d say Terrence was heading to a settlement, most likely Troy.

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Whiskey smirks and shakes her head, "Nope, you got us down here and your gettin us out"

Terrence nods even though he doesnt quite agree with that statement, sometimes its better to let ladies have thier say. His hand presses against the cold metal of the hatch and pushes explosivly upwards, he vaults out of the room and crouches down behind a row of crates, theyre still in the wrecked settlement although some distance from where they entered. Terrence reaches down and gives Whiskey a hand out of the hatch.

Looking at the light Terrence nods again, "We sould leave this place, who knows how long this place is going to stay up, we dont wat to wake up in the night with a girder through our guts."

"Whiskey looks at him briefly "Sure thing... but where to go?"

"I came from a settlement furthur down the road, its less than 2 hours walk"

"London???"

"must be, havnt been in England for a long time though"

Whiskey laughs
"Its a bit bigger than a settlement"

Terrence turns to her,
"plenty of room to hide then"

"alright then, lets go"

The two of them pick their way through the rubble of the settlement, Terrence realises why hes been on edge
"why havnt we seen signs of pursuit?"

"I dont know... maybe they cant be bothered for that pig?"

"perhaps..."

"I say we leave now before they find us?"

"Agreed"

And with that the two head back to the road as a marker for the journey.

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The jeep turned out to top out at a grand speed of about 70kph. The barren landscape panned out in front of Will. Burnt trees and dusty rocks set into the ground came into view and dissapeared as he sped by. Two spectres came into view as he continued along the decrepid road. He soon pulled up beside them.

"Why hello there folks, and how are we all doing?"

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(I assume you mean myself and FITZZ)
Terrence looks up at the man in the jeep, assessing his threat then noticing the carbine on his back he nods, taking his pistol he puts it between the mans eyes, "whats your name?"

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"Well I appreciate your humble greeting... the names Will"

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NEW PAGE!!!!!

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Terrence nods again, an affectation that seems to stem from his usual unwillingness to speak, "where are you going?"

The pistol slips back into its holster

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"Where ever I need to"
"Hop in I'll give you a lift to where ever you guys are heading. Terrence right?..."

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Terrence looks at him shrewdly, "Howd you know that?"

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"Just a hunch... funny story by the way."

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Nonplussed Terrence shrugs at Whiskey and grabs the unfortunate man by his scalp, "Hunch?"

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"Hunch meaning large obese man missing a few things important"

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The man rocks back in his seat rubbing his scalp as Terrence lets him go, "Sorry about that, i get edgy when people lie to me"

hows about this, stick with us and well keep you safe when they realise your not coming back

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"I think that I am perfectly okay on my own however I never turn down an offer for help"

The jeep chokes into life and with a harsh grunt the engine starts rolling.

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Whiskey looks at will, "sorry about that, he gets straight to the point..." She shrugs and climbs into the passenger seat whilst Terrance cocks his rifle aiming over the raised back rail
"Nothing there, lets move"

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Can we please not do conversations like THAT(^^)

You could PM each other them one of you put up the whole thing....

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Shas'ui T'au Kais — GMT

I agree with Ninja.

Good posts guys, haven't read them all, but I will.

Just been at a scout camp for the last day, and feeling pretty tired.

@Mordo - Believe me, I have many ideas for a few events, btu I'm gonna do one of them later today hopefully, should be good.

Btw, if you are in Troy, or around it, say "aye"

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Of course you agree with me, it's me

Also scout camps are awesome. But I'm a young leader now, so I get to do the leader stuff and the kids stuff, that might have something to do with it.

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Delta walked through the ruined streets of London while avoiding ill organized bandit patrols and raids on other clans or war bands. Freaks and mutants also had a strange ability to organize patrols and hot wire vehicles and create weapons but continue to fail against thick Bandits who decided shooting several hundred bullets at anything to solve a problem. However this was not without its advantages.

A crude Bandit patrol walked past a broken down bus as they headed for the main camp in the Centre of London and carried the spoils of their battle. Each carrying a weapon of some kind , Delta sprinted behind them and grabbed the last Bandit before stabbing him in the skull and pulling out the Bandits map. It read Tourists guide to London in large black letters while most of the map has been drawn on. Alpha sprints away from the dyeing Bandit with a smile.

Sorry for lack of Posting , Portal 2 and School have been distracting.

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aye

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Hmmm, and I know for a fact that Cathal is in Troy as well...

... this could be fun...

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Darkvoidof40k — GMT

My brain hurts.

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Tyranic Marta — GMT

Evaelc Myself and FITZZ are heading to Troy

actually scratch that were going to london *facepalm*

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Tyranic Marta — GMT

and yeah ok will try not to in future

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FITZZ — GMT

Tyranic Marta wrote:Evaelc Myself and FITZZ are heading to Troy

actually scratch that were going to london *facepalm*

Wait...My character just left London...she was sick of being in London...why is she headed back to London???

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ghosty — GMT

Cos tyranic wants to go to london. You have no choice in the matter.

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FITZZ — GMT

ghosty wrote:Cos tyranic wants to go to london. You have no choice in the matter.

....Whiskey jumps out of the jeep..." Screw you guys...I'm going to Troy."...

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ghosty — GMT

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Evaelc — GMT

Yeah I thought I was heading to troy as well?
wt...?

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FITZZ — GMT

Evaelc wrote:Yeah I thought I was heading to troy as well?
wt...?

...Troy then ?

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Tyranic Marta — GMT

troy is good

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Tyranic Marta — GMT

sorry :S diddnt mean to cause a fuss, just trying to get away from Elysium

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Evaelc — GMT

Good troy it is

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Tyranic Marta — GMT

sigh, sos again about that

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FITZZ — GMT

Tyranic Marta wrote:sigh, sos again about that

All's well...no harm no foul...now...off to Troy.

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FM Ninja 048 — GMT

where you shall meet ME!, hopefully, tomorrow, maby

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FITZZ — GMT

FM Ninja 048 wrote:where you shall meet ME!, hopefully, tomorrow, maby

Sounds good Ninja.. ...Bulldozer Fight?

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Chowderhead — GMT

"Wait here." Lev told to Kat outside of the non-descript house.

"Why?"

"Because when the gak goes down, I want you to be as far away as possible."

"Ah. I see."

Lev entered the house. It was dark, bland, and very Spartan. No furniture, simply a table and a cot on one side of the room. There was a closet with a huge lock on it that stuck out like a sore thumb. Lev began to walk towards the closet when the sound of a knife being unsheathed was heard. Lev punched into the darkness, and a muffled cry was uttered.

"Hello, Ivan," Lev spat, "I want it back."

"Ha! Like you could get it from me." Ivan sputtered, blood now pouring from his nose where Lev had hit him.

"Ivan. I will not say this again. Fetch me the Incerator, or I will kill you."

Ivan raised his eyebrows, as if to say "Really?"

"Just give me the fething gun."

"Fine, fine."

Ivan waltzed over to the cabinet and entered the 10 digit code for the lock. It opened.

"Are you sure you need it? I mean, it really isn't your style..."

"Shut up."

Lev punched Ivan in the head once more, knocking him out.

Inside the locker was a small box and a larger box. Lev opened the small box. Inside were hundreds of sorted Incendiary grenades for a launcher.

Good, Lev thought, the bastard didn't use any.

Opening the larger box, Lev found his weapon. The XM-25, or as he called it, "The Incinerator"

"Lev, what happened in there?" Kat asked, wondering why Lev had blood on his Ghillie suit.

"Nothing. Now turn around." Lev commanded, hefting his newly aquried weapon.

The thump of the rifle was followed be a massive explosion. The house became engulfed in flames, as Troy's fire teams attempted to put it out.

"LEV! WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?" Screamed Kat, who had noticed the burning building.

"That was a loose end. It's tied up now. Come, I hear they make great Fish and Chips over in the market district."

Lev walked away as Kat watched his history burn down in a tremendous fire.

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FITZZ — GMT

BIC:...

Whiskey glanced over at the jeeps driver...
" Will" the man said with a nod.
Whiskey nodded back.." Yeah I caught that when Cowboy back there had his sights on you.."
The driver simply nodded again..

" Unless there are two POSess like this..." Whiskey said lightly patting the dash of the jeep " This is Garros Jeep.."

Will nodded once again.." Yes it is...I spoke with him..treated him as a mater of fact."

" Your a doctor?" Whiskey said raising her eyebrow.

" I've had training.." Will replied .

" Good to know...so...how'd you come to be behind the wheel of his jeep...payment for sewing his sack back on ?" Whiskey inquired .

" Not exactly ..." said Will " Actually ...he wanted me to find you.." he gestured at Terrance " ...Well...I assume it was you...he wanted me to locate the guy who...injured him.."

" Well..." Terrance said from the rear of the jeep " Looks like you found me.." he chuckled lightly.." Ya gonna run me in..?"

Will shook his head " That wasn't high on my list of things to do..."

" So.." Whiskey interrupted " ..Is there anyone else looking for us..?"

Will shrugged .." Not that I know of...but there were a lot of guards moving about when I left...so it's possiable.."

" Great.." Whiskey muttered " And we're ridding around in Garro's Jeep...Might as well paint a fething bulls eye on our heads.."

Will glanced at the woman..." Do you have any suggestions ?"

She snorted a laugh " Yeah...I suggest you drive like a bat out of hell for Troy...and pray we don't run into any patrols from Elysium."

Will put his foot to the floor,coaxing the ill kept Jeep to speed up.

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Tyranic Marta — GMT

Both will and Whiskey duck in fright and startlement as Terrence's rifle cracks out, behind them can be heard an explosion,

Terrence grunts as he pulls the lever on the firles slide back to load anouther round. "3"

Anouther shot cracks out, and anouther explosion, "2"

finally he aims carefully and fires once more, "1" the explosion ripples out and causes anouther, "0"

all this happened in the space of a few seconds, spent casings rattling on the jeeps floor.

Whiskey turns and looks over the back of the jeep to see 4 flaming wrecks of vehicles, "Crazy mother f****r"

Terrence nods again replacing the bullets in the clip.

"They were following, one had an rpg.... i denyed him the pleasure of firing it."

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Tyranic Marta — GMT

He turns around to tap will on the shoulder, "keep going, there will be more, ignore them, just keep driving"

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Evaelc — GMT

Will continued to drive, focusing only on the road ahead. Over the next hour they only had one other encounter which was soon dispatched with several shots from Terrence.

The engine was starting to make a real racket and soon enough black thick smoke poured out of the bonnet blinding Will for a few moments. With a screech of the dry brakes they skidded to a stop.

“Looks like Garro’s jeep lived up to his name, cheap yet ultimately untrustworthy" remarked Terrence

In the not too far off distance there appeared to be a fence ringing what appeared to be a motley collection of steel buildings.

“Is that it?” Will asked Whiskey,

“Yeap, another glorious example of human survival and the best place to get a drink for miles”

“Well I’m quite thirsty myself. Are they keen on strangers?”

“Depends” and of she walked towards Troy. Will and Terrence followed suit.

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Tyranic Marta — GMT

Terrence calmly reloading his rifles magazine looks around the flat terrain, "how do we survive on so little?"

the comment was almost to himself while he regarded the deset. Motion on his flank makes his mind act automatically, the rifle is at his shoulder his right knee on the ground sholders braced, and his eye staring through the scope before he can regester what the thing is, as he does he forces his finger of the trigger, already half depressed.

The dog lopes over to them, slowly and like its in pain. Terrence smiles at the beast, uttering words of kindness as he moves towards it, his voice low and kind, but his hand strays to his knife. Whiskey seeing the action stops him before he can harm the dog, "Why would you do that? its innocent"

"Its food"

"We're going to a city for gods sake"

Terrence looks at the razor wire and nods, "sorry, old habits die hard."

His hand instead reaches into his pack and brings out a small can of meat, he crouches down next to the dog, openeing the can he lets the dog sniff it before slitting the side of the can open allowing the meat to spill onto the sand.

Whiskey looks on with amazement, "You were about to kill that poor thing for food and now your feeding it??"

Terrence looks up at her and nods, "Its hurt, and it needs help, if im not going to kill it i might as well help it. Its also friendly which means its had a previous friend in humans."

he pats the dags head and recieves a wag of the tail in gratitude,

"See he likes me"

Whiskey shakes her head and looks at Will "well come on then, looks like the cowboy's found himself a friend, bout fething time"

Terrence whistlezs under his breath and the dog obediently follows him, the limp apparently gone in the wake of food, "Amazing creatures"

He quickly catches up with the pair with his long strides and slings the rifle over his back,

Will looks at him askance,

Terrence looks back just as bemused. "what?"

"are you going to name it?"

"later... when i think of something"

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Evaelc — GMT

*snigger* woofles

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Darkvoidof40k — GMT

Why are you guys now walking? One post you're in a jeep the next "oh hey screw the jeep we now have a DOGGEH!1/!!"

I would post, but I'm busy writing up a nice, long event for Space Hulk.

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Evaelc — GMT

if you read the previous post you would notice that the falible jeep just failed.

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Darkvoidof40k — GMT

So it is.

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FITZZ — GMT

BIC:...

Whiskey glanced from Will to Terrance and then to the dog,she burst out laughing and clicked her boot heels together..." There's no place like home..There's no place like home.." She muttered.
Will raised an eyebrow looking at the woman as though she'd perhaps gone mad.
Whiskey made a quick dismissive gesture "..Nothing...forget it."
Will shrugged and kept walking.
Whiskey chuckled to her self again and began to move towards the gates of Troy along with the others,singing softly under her breath.
" We're off to see the wizard..." she hummed " The wonderful wizard of Oz.."

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Shas'ui T'au Kais — GMT

As soon as everybody who is going to Troy is there, I can do my thing...

... you may all die

Just jokin

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Darkvoidof40k — GMT

I might well be heading to troy.. but this will require a large(x51) IC post that I have no way of doing, especially with my Space Hulk event.. wait..

Hehe, problem solved.

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Shas'ui T'au Kais — GMT

Darko...

...whatever you are going to do...

...do it fast...

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Darkvoidof40k — GMT

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Darko...

...whatever you are going to do...

...do it fast...

Will get on it right away.. in five minutes..

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Chowderhead — GMT

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:As soon as everybody who is going to Troy is there, I can do my thing...

... you may all die

Just jokin

I swear to Yaweh...

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Shas'ui T'au Kais — GMT

What?

Yaweh?

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FITZZ — GMT

Yaweh=God...IIRC

...But I'm unsure on the spelling..

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

Darkvoidof40k — GMT

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:What?

Yaweh?

Don't worry about him, he's insane now. My kitty saw to that.

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

FM Ninja 048 — GMT

OOC: figured I should catch up, i'm missing out RPing Corby because nothing bad was going to happen. This happens on the morning that Ms. Lopez has her 'encounter' with Garro.

IC:
Roy woke up first, crawling out of the tent put up over the back of the tank into the early morning sunshine, every body else was still asleep, but a barrel of fuel had been left by the tank for them to top up from. they didn't lead a bad life, didn't really need to do much and the comunities covered for them while they were away from Lindey-Station

after everybody else was awake they started to pack up their things, rolling the tent and filling the tank up with the fuel they were given. The door gaurds were unbaracading the heavy wooden gates as they aproched and they waited as they struggled to open the gates.

"Onwards, to troy?"

"go, it's only 50m, we should be there by mid-day"

they waved to the sentrys as they left the encampment, weaving around burnt out cars and metal barriers.

OOC (again): 50m at 20mph, it's up to kais if I make it or not

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Chowderhead — GMT

Yaweh = God in Hebrew, the language of my people.

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Darkvoidof40k — GMT

"Hold up," Michael ordered, and the jeep came to a stop. There were two lone figures; a woman and her German Shephard. Michael dismounted with Bill close behind.

"Can we help you, lady?" Michael asked. The woman kept her AK aimed at him. "Hey now, there ain't no need for that ma'am."
The woman replied, "Sorry, I'm not used to meeting people who don't ask first, if y'know what I mean."
Michael shrugged, "It's okay, I know what you mean. People just don't like to help each other anymore. It's a real pity."
"Where are you headed?" The woman enquired.
"We were just going to Troy to find out the local news and get some supplies."
"Don't suppose you could give us a lift?"
"Sure, hope on lady, we have room," He indicated to the men in the back of the jeep, "Don't worry, they'll be perfect gentlemen," He assured her.
"Thanks. You can call me Bonesaw," She replied, and Michael gave her a strange look. "Right, well, you can call me Mike," He then introduced the others, whilst patting the dog, before re-embarking the jeep.

They continued on their way to Troy, with their hitch-hikers safely aboard.

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Darkvoidof40k — GMT

^ Just a quick filler. Not very good, but it does what it's meant to.

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Darkvoidof40k — GMT

And Kaiser.. please post these in the OP already.. (ie replace what's there.. copy 'n' pasting)

Spoiler:

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Tyranic Marta — GMT

(i wanted a dog, we've "Parked" near troy, and are walking in, the dog is also key to my character as youll see later)

(ic) Terrence spies the gatehouse, "we'll see if they want to let us in shall we?"

Terrence slings his rifle over his back and moves up to the gatehouse, a loud buzzer goes of then a tinny voice spoken through a loud speaker booms out, "kneel to the ground put your hands on your head and prepare to go through customs"

The group shrug to each other and kneel, Terrence grunting slightly as his hands go behind his head, "Stiff shoulder" he mutters "Im getting to old for this" a rasping chuckle under his breath

The gates open and several guards come out, ak's and shotguns primary weapons, machete's and other melee weapons as secondary, one guy even has a katana. The move forwards and noticing Terrence's weapons one of them baulks slightly but moves forwards nonetheless, and puts his gun muzzle between Terrance's eyes, "Relinquish your weapons please sir" Terrance nudges the gun barrel away before unslinging his rifle and putting it carefully down in front of him, his Smg goes next, his pistol last, he opens his pack to show them none there, they dont notice his knife.

He is careful to remove the mag from each weapon and stow it in its prefferred place in his pack. half a dozen grenades join the weapons on the ground, Terrance looks over at the other two and sees a similar pile of weapons before each, although none quite as large.

The dog is hiding behind Terrance whimpering slightly, he growls under his breath slightly as his weapons are taken away but otherwise Terrance doesnt seem to be purturbed at the "Customs" the weapons are taken a short distance before they are given a brief search, then they are brought back to him, "Nice guns youve got yourself there cowboy"

Once all of the three have been reunited with their weapons they head inside the city, Terrance looks at the dog beside him, "I think ill call you Braveheart" Terrence grins whilst rechecking his weapons, satisfied nothing is wrong he reloads the mags and slings and holsters his various guns.

Turning to the other two he Grins, one side of his mouth not quite sure what to do giving his smile a lopsided apperance, "Were in"

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Darkvoidof40k — GMT

OOC: My dudes are regulars at Troy, they don't have to put up with this customs bullcrap.

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Shas'ui T'au Kais — GMT

Nice.

Tomorrow I hope I can do the event.

It won't be a combat one (unless you want it to be), but it will be part of the story line.

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Tyranic Marta — GMT

yeah Terrance hasnt been to england for a decade, let alone regular at the city

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Potato_God — GMT

Sorry for taken so long to update, I've been busy, what with my job as a Lion-Yeti tamer by day and Planet Counselour by night.

BIC:
Stix and Peter had been walking for at least a couple days. It was hot, balmy, and (to be blunt) annoying as hell. It wasn't helped by the parties the town of Elysium was sending out regularly. The two of them had almost been spotted by a pair of their scouts a few days back; Peter recognized them as Elysium by their wellmade, aesthetic-focused fatigues. The two of them were headed to Troy, a small, dynamic town where people of all strokes were known to stop buy. Everything could be found at Troy. Followers, vices, guns...

Answers.

That last one interested Peter the most. Stix had spoken to Peter at length about what brought him into Boss Germ's Thrall. He said he was a photographer; he took pictures of disaster zones for a London rag nobody was reading. It paid well though, he said; enough to support him and his daughter. after the disasters started, he figured he'd try to get pictures of disaster right next door rather than off in East Nowherestan. then, when the quakes got really bad, he tried to get somewhere safer. That didn't work out; his daughter died, and he had nowere else to go, and nothing left to live. Then Jerm found him, and he figured he'd join one of the many bandit gangs that plagued post-disaster London. It seemed, however, that Pete was tired of answering questions and wanted to ask some of his own.

"So, where are you from, Stix?"
"Hmm?"
"I noticed your accent before, however I didn't think it pertinent to mention when I was trying to rob you. Me and my manners."
"Hahaha! I'm from upstate New York." Stix changed his happy demeaner to something more serious. "I raised myself in the woods, around Canada's border, living by myself"
Peter frowned. "Don't be a jerk. If you didn't want to tell me, you could've just said so. You didn't have to make fun of me."
Stix looked puzzled "no, I'm not lying to you. I'm a feral child; I ran away from home when I was five, and more or less lived in the forest ever since. I was raised by a hiker who would occasionally visit me in the woods. He taught me to read, write, and just about everything else." Stix looked forlorn, as if he just lost a battle with a repressed memory. "He was the clostest thing I ever had to a father."

"I..I'm sorry." Peter said. They were approuching Troy, it's ramshackle buildings sillhouted by the setting sun. As the pair entered the city, the rsidents looked over the newcomers, sizing them up. nobody in Troy wanted to start a fight, but they all were sure as Sh*t ready to end one. Stix could see it in all their eyes; they'd all seen things they'd like to forget, they would all like to rest; Troy was the closest thing to returning to a normal life, and they would do worse than kill anyone who tried to ruin that for them. "Pete, let's go in there." Stix pointed at a rather large pub "I'm tired, and could use a drink. Besides, I'm tired of looking for people." Stix gave a smug grin. "They can come to us." Stix and Pete enter'd the pub. They paid the barkeep a couple shillings and holed up for the night. Stix didn't know where he'd go next. He didn't know how, but He knew there were important people here. People that meant something. and his gut told him that, If he stuck around, they'd find him.

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BIC:...

Whiskey checked her weapons as they were returned to her and took in the surroundings as they entered the city proper ..She was vaguely reminded of life back in L.A....various street venders pushed carts about hocking their goods...and small shops stood open servicing a multitude of colorful people..the sounds and sights a bit overwhelming to her ...but somehow welcome at the same time.
Near the corner of a cross street she spied a tavern,and though it appeared to be crowded,she headed towards it..motioning for Will and Terrance to follow her..
Pushing through the crowd Whiskey came to the tavern entrance...she read the signs posted outside and laughed turning to her companions.." They actually take money here.." she said with some awe.." I haven't seen a place that takes currency in...well years.."..she dug down in her rucksack and pulled out a crumpled wad of bills..." I've been using it for kindling.." she laughed.

Entering the tavern,the trio moved through the crowd,finding an empty table near the back of the establishment...they seated themselves,Terrance's dog curling at his feet.

A few moments later a heavy set woman appeared with a tray..." What can I get for you.." she asked pleasently.,and Whiskey was once again stunned by the air of normalcy here...it was if the outside world didn't exist..

" Do you have beer..?" Whiskey asked..
" Ale?..of course we do" the woman said " Would you care for one..?"

Whiskey smiled.." I'd care for a whole pitcher " she said.." In fact...bring three...I'm buying.." she handed the woman a hand full of bills.

" Coming right up.." The waitress said cheerfully as she moved back towards the bar through the crowd..

Whiskey sighed looking around..." I could get use to this.." she said .

Terrance offered a small crooked grin.." Don't get to comfortable...and don't let your guard down.."

Whiskey stared evenly at the man..." I haven't let my guard down since I was six years old...but I'm going to by damn enjoy this beer..and the chance to sit and relax.."

Terrance shrugged and patted his dog.

A few moments later the large woman appeared again balancing full pitchers and glasses on her tray,she quickly sat them on the table and filled the glasses.." There ya are folks...enjoy...and give a whistle if you need a refill.."

" Thanks" Whiskey said sipping at the foaming beer in her hand and smiling...she closed her eyes and sighed.." God I forgot how good that taste..."

Will sipped at his beer and smiled as well " It is good isn't it...I guess they brew it themselves.."

Whiskey emptied her glass in three sips and refilled it from the nearest pitcher..." Home brewed is fine with me.." she leaned back in her chair and took another sip of the ale.

The tavern filled with the sound of music,and Whiskey glanced towards the corner of the bar...she smiled as she saw the old Juke box...and closed her eyes as the opening chords of " Low Rider" filled the air..

" God..it's almost like being human again." she said.

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Tyranic Marta — GMT

(sorry for the wait)

Terrence looks around the room, almost like human..... Terrence diddnt think he would ever feel human again. He thought about the people he had killed today, 2 dozen dead, to justify his life.... was it truly worth it?

The dog reaches up and licks his hand, demanding atteniton, Terrence reaches down fondling the dogs head, "thats right Braveheart it is worth it isnt it?", he looks at Whiskey and Will, niether of them looked particularly innocent but he knew they had no idea of how many people he had killed.

Terrence closes his eyes briefly but opens them almost instantly, he could see the blood of hundreds pouring from his hands.

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Tyranic Marta — GMT

"Whiskey, I feel like I've lost pupose... I need something to do"

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

Darkvoidof40k — GMT

They could see Troy ahead, its mighty walls towering over them. It was more than just a habitat or settlement. It was mankind leaving a defiant mark on the ground to show mother nature that she could throw whatever she likes at the human race, but they will always endure and survive. Michael preferred to just think of it as a giant "F U" gesture towards mother nature; that crazy old hag. She'd given birth to humanity a long time ago, and now she was dying and having seizures, and destroying the family she had created. All the life, all the animals..

Mikey shook his head. He didn't have time for this philosophical bullcrap. Troy was ahead, and they were going to have fun. That was all that mattered. The lyric from some old R.E.M. song played on his mind momentarily, "We're gonna party at the end of the world!" How apt, he thought.

The jeep pulled up near the ramshackle gate, and several guards walked over to them. The lead guard spoke first, "Ah, the dwellers in the dark return again!" He joked.
"Joe, you old bastard, you'll never see the last of us," Michael replied, heartily slapping his old friend on the shoulder. "How's life treating y'all here?"
"Not bad; and Mia just gave birth to our beautiful daughter," Joe explained happily, a tear of joy playing on his eye.
Michael grinned, "That's great dude, pass on my congratulations to Mia."
"Won't you come over to ours for some dinner?"
"'Fraid not Joey, we need to pick up some rather specific supplies quickly. We'll only stay until tomorrow."
"Alright, well until next time then," Joe said, waving them on.
"Until then," Mike agreed as the jeep carried on through the gate. They parked it in their usual spot behind the tavern, before disembarking. The heavily-armed men holstered or slung their weapons, before moving round to the front of the busy tavern, and walking in. The place was almost full, save for a few tables at the back. They received glances from a lot of people, but none wore an expression of alarm. Heavily-armed men strolling through Troy wasn't exactly uncommon. Bill and Thomson headed over to the bar to order drinks and snacks, whilst Michael sat down at one of the far tables with Adrian, John and Rick, the latter of whome offered a quick pleasantry to the occupants of the table next to them; two men, a woman and a dog.

Bill and Thomson soon returned, their hands laden with drinks that were received with gratitude by their fellows. The group clinked their pints together, with a "Cheers," simultaneously muttered by all.

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

Shas'ui T'au Kais — GMT

Okay, time is up for everybody who wants to go to Troy right now, as later today, around about 4ish, I will do the Troy event.

No deaths will occur (hopefully, well at least none of the people that are being hunted by powerful Reapers), and it should be good.

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

Catos — GMT

Cathal looked at everyone and said, "My work here is done." he proceeded to blink out of this reality to another place altogether, leaving behind the earth to its fate. (this is my way of saying im leaving this rp. I wish I could say it was fun while it lasted but I'm not a liar.) Goodbye.

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

Darkvoidof40k — GMT

That was.. unexpected..

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

Shas'ui T'au Kais — GMT

Yeah, but no, you can't just blink out of existence, I need your character for the Reapers to kill.

Yay

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

Catos — GMT

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Yeah, but no, you can't just blink out of existence.

I think You'll find I just did. Try and stop me. And I don't care if you make up some bullsh*t about how you decide everything then guess what, I dont care. Go get a life.

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

Darkvoidof40k — GMT

Catos wrote:
Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Yeah, but no, you can't just blink out of existence.

I think You'll find I just did. Try and stop me. And I don't care if you make up some bullsh*t about how you decide everything then guess what, I dont care. Go get a life.

Obvious troll is obvious..

Catos, this isn't the first time you've randomly left a roleplay I've been involved in. Although, last time you did so much more quietly. A simple "I'm leaving this roleplay for personal reasons," would've been far better than "try and stop me I'm an internet hardman hurr".

You're leaving the roleplay. Enough said. Goodbye.

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

WARORK93 — GMT

Agreed with Dark...

Spoiler:

Now's wheres that mod with the banhammer?

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

Darkvoidof40k — GMT

WARORK93 wrote:Agreed with Dark...

Spoiler:

Now's wheres that mod with the banhammer?

I agree with your agreement.

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

FM Ninja 048 — GMT

Ok, unexpected, why you leaving Catos?

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

Darkvoidof40k — GMT

FM Ninja 048 wrote:Ok, unexpected, why you leaving Catos?

More like who cares?

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

FM Ninja 048 — GMT

Darkvoidof40k wrote:
FM Ninja 048 wrote:Ok, unexpected, why you leaving Catos?

More like who cares?

There was no need for that, Rule Number One: be polite

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Darkvoidof40k — GMT

FM Ninja 048 wrote:
Darkvoidof40k wrote:
FM Ninja 048 wrote:Ok, unexpected, why you leaving Catos?

More like who cares?

There was no need for that, Rule Number One: be polite

Lets just forget about who we're talking about then, shall we?

Catos was the one who acted in a rude manner in the first place, and it's true, why should you care if he leaves? Personally, I'm not going to miss him, especially after his little 'outburst' earlier.

Now, onto a more positive subject, it's 4PM Kaiser. Gimme event!

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

Shas'ui T'au Kais — GMT

Catos you little fether, shut up, and good riddance, you have screwed up every single RP you have been in, and now, to be perfectly honest, I believe you can go to hell for an early visit, as you will certainly be going there sooner or later.

And just for your information, I do decide everything. It's my Rp, and I am the GM, so I say what happens, who dies, and who gets kicked.

Now, on a more positive note, I will start part 1 of the event very shortly.

And guess who's going to die...

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

Darkvoidof40k — GMT

Don't waste too many sentences killing his character.

Try to throw something interesting in for the rest of our characters as well; like perhaps a massive Raider attack? That could result in us all defending the city for a few pages, then being charged by the Mayor to hunt down the leader of the Raiders (who have seemingly banded together as one force to try and take all the major settlements). Then we'd all end up in London fighting more Raiders and getting the highly coveted XP and gubbins!

Ah, this is the life for me.

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

Devastator — GMT

Sorry guys for not posting, been busy IRl.

@Dark: Well done "first contact".

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

Shas'ui T'au Kais — GMT

Ooookay...

... goddamn stop reading my mind!

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blood reaper — GMT

Edited for violation Rule Number One. ~Manchu

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

Shas'ui T'au Kais — GMT

I agree

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

Darkvoidof40k — GMT

Devastator wrote:Sorry guys for not posting, been busy IRl.

@Dark: Well done "first contact".

You're welcome, but you might want to roleplay your character going into the bar with my guys quickly.. I kinda left her out by accident .

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Ooookay...

... goddamn stop reading my mind!

I CAN SEE INSIDE YOUR MIND MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

blood reaper wrote:Edited for violation of Rule Number One.

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:I agree

It seems we have a consensus. NOW GET ON WITH DA EVENT. *cracks whip*

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

Shas'ui T'au Kais — GMT

Grr, well it will be done by the end of today

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

Darkvoidof40k — GMT

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Grr, well it will be done by the end of today

First it was this morning.. then it was 4PM (an hour ago).. now.. the end of today!?

Rage Level: THREE

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

WARORK93 — GMT

Dimitri stood in what Marston had called the "Ranger station." it was an innovative construction of slabs of concrete, plates of steel, and a few wooden beams. Needless to say it was about as ramshackle as the other buildings in town but it shared the same solitary strength that had been built into this little wasteland oasis.

Dimitri stood in front of a large desk in a huge room that had many iron barred cells embedded in the walls. A few of these had scummy looking occupants who were either asleep or scowling angrily at anyone who looked at them.

"Is he coming?" Sergei said beside him.

"Any minute now."

"You said that ten minutes ago." Sonya interjected. Dimitri gave her a hard look and she smiled.

Peter was about to say something when the two Ranger walked in, dressed in their usual garb. Marston tipped his hat to the group before speaking.

"Well, Mister Dimitri, I'm glad you decided to join us."

"That makes one of us." Dimitri said coldly. "I'm not here for charity, Marston, if you want us to put our necks out there against those lunatics, it better be worth our time."

Marston smiled. "Of course." He said, Rosco gave him a large scroll of parchment. Marston flattened it out on the table, Dimitri saw that it was a map of the general area. Marston pointed to a feature south of the town they were now in.

"This is a canyon called Pike's Basin, last year, a bunch of miners showed up saying they'd found gold and that area's been thick with them ever since. A lot of them come this way every now and again for supplies and such. As of late they haven't been showing up at all. Last week I sent one of my men to the canyon to see what was going on, truns out, the area's been taken under new management by some raiders calling themselves the "Kockney Krew" and they've made it their base."

Dimitri thought about this.

"So, you want us to help you.....do waht exactly."

"Isn't it obvious Mr. Dimitri? We cant let those raiders have a camp so close to the town, my men have already surrounded the basin but I would like it if you and your people came with us."

"And whats in it for us?"

Marston smiled again. "The mines are full of gold, Marston, and other such rocks, the raiders have lots of fancy toys too. the miner's if there's any left would be most grateful for your assistance."

"Sounds like a party, chief." Sergei said gruffly.

"Yeah it does Serg." Dimitri said with a uncahracteristic grin.

Sonya laughed but Peters eys started to dart.

"Looks like you got yourself a team Marston." Dimitri said. "Lets go stir some feth up."

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

Shas'ui T'au Kais — GMT

I am in boarding school you know!

But it is one of my top priorities

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

Darkvoidof40k — GMT

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:I am in boarding school you know!

But it is one of my top priorities

Shas'ui T'au Kais' to-do list, in order of priority:

1) Everything.
2) Everything else.
3) Event.

[edit] [new page] [cue event]

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

Shas'ui T'au Kais — GMT

Jesus, okay, you can have your event as soon as I eat and get my brain online

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

Darkvoidof40k — GMT

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Jesus, okay, you can have your event as soon as I eat and get my brain online

I've waited too long to harass others about events, too long I say!

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

Potato_God — GMT

yeeees event is go. type kaiser! TYPE!

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

FITZZ — GMT

Darkvoidof40k wrote:
Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Jesus, okay, you can have your event as soon as I eat and get my brain online

I've waited too long to harass others about events, too long I say!

...Seems your enjoying being on the opposite side of the situation for a change...
...Now,about that Lumber Camp..??

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

Darkvoidof40k — GMT

FITZZ wrote:
Darkvoidof40k wrote:
Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Jesus, okay, you can have your event as soon as I eat and get my brain online

I've waited too long to harass others about events, too long I say!

...Seems your enjoying being on the opposite side of the situation for a change...
...Now,about that Lumber Camp..??

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

FITZZ — GMT

...No worries Darko...just ribbing you a bit...

Very busy day today,so I'll have to check back later for the event..

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

Darkvoidof40k — GMT

FITZZ wrote: ...No worries Darko...just ribbing you a bit...

Very busy day today,so I'll have to check back later for the event..

It's all cool dude. I've already outlined my plans for RZ&LWC earlier on in the thread though.

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

Shas'ui T'au Kais — GMT

You better have!

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

FM Ninja 048 — GMT

Less talky-talky more typey-typey!

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

Shas'ui T'au Kais — GMT

Should be finished by 9.

Seriously, that long. Got work to do

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

Darkvoidof40k — GMT

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Should be finished by 9.

I'll enjoy reading it tomorrow then.

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

FM Ninja 048 — GMT

Am I in it? Or was my tank to slow?

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

Shas'ui T'au Kais — GMT

Yes, you are

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

Darkvoidof40k — GMT

[insert event here]

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

Darkvoidof40k — GMT

9:58.

Event = ?

edit: according to Dakka, my PC is 2 minutes slow. *shrug*

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

Potato_God — GMT

we have to hold him to his promise. Darko, go find Kaiser! England's pretty small right; shouldn't take too long...

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

Darkvoidof40k — GMT

Potato_God wrote:we have to hold him to his promise. Darko, go find Kaiser! England's pretty small right; shouldn't take too long...

Alas, my lord and master, the almighty television, summons me.

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

Potato_God — GMT

ah-NOOOOOOO!

TV, I'll never be as schmexy as you :(

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

Shas'ui T'au Kais — GMT

PLAYER EVENT - PART ONE

The Reapers came closer and closer towards Troy, where they watched wandereres journeying towards the large gates. They had tracked the human to this city, and now they would destroy him for infecting the sacred item, and for destroying the minor Reaper. This was where he would die.
The one at the head of the group, a powerful Major, spoke to the others telepathicly.

"We move to the city. He is there. In the lead humans office. We find him. We kill him."

The bowed thier heads in agreement, and respect, before disappearing, and appearing... within the city walls.

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

Cale Vatan sat down in a seat right next to the inside of the city walls. He always sat there, waiting for some action. Since he was young he always wanted to be a hero some day, and when he entered Troy he thought he could become one there. Long story short...

It ain't happened yet.

But he was still hopefull. People thought he was crazy, he would never get to do anything heroic because nobody would ever penetrate the walls. He always told them that when they did, he would be the one to save them, and that if the wanted to be saved they should start believing in him. But sometimes even he thought he was going delusional.

All of that vanished when he suddenly saw a group of four dark figures appear right in front of his very eyes. As soon as people laid eyes on them they went totally silent, and started to gather thier children and loved ones, and back away.
Cale was terrified, and began to back away into a corner of a house. After all this time of thinking he would be hero, he never actually thought about actually doing it. These were almost definately the Reapers, and he would not be able to kill them. Ever.

Would he?

He mustered up all his courage, and took out his pistols to fire, at the beasts.

"Take this you mother fethers!" he shouted loudly, madly firing at the demonic beings, none of his bullets actually harming them. "You ain't gonna harm MY people!"

The lead Reaper turned and brought his arm around to make bone shattering contact with the man, and send him flying towards the metal gates. He hit the gates with a terrible smashing sound, and collapsed to the floor, blooud pouring from his nose.
The Reapers were about to turn and continue onwards, when they heard the voice of an almost broken man behind them, in a last, defiant tone.

"You don't... turn your back... on... me..." he said quietly, taking deep breaths, before shakily lifting up his pistol to fire at the near invincible being.

It disappeared, and appeared a second later directly in front of him, and, grabbing him by the neck, brought him of the ground, face to face with it. He spat red blood upon it, in a defiant, but foolish manner.

The croud that had gathered screamed, as the man who wanted to be a hero, died, slowly and painfully.

*********

Charles sat face to face with the pathetic boy who had turned up in his office, and who had thought he was so awesome for killing a Reaper. He didn't believe it.
That all changed when a terrifying Reaper burst through the door to his office, sending pieces of wood flying in all directions.

Cathal turned around in horror, and immediately saw two Reapers directly in front of him, with three behind him, and he was terrified. He jumped out of his chair, and walked backwards straight into the desk, shaking him a little.

"Wha- what is this?!" he screamed out in pure terror, as one of them, the more powerful looking one outstretched his hand in a menacing fashion towards him.

"Goddamn it! Work, please! Something!" he said, holding his amulet in his hands, messing with it, willing it to do something that could save his life.

Finally, it shined brightly, and released a solid ray of purple light straight at the one to the left of him. The lead Reaper turned and watched as his companion twotched a little, before going still. He had not been detsroyed, but was in desperate need of assistance. He turned back to Cathal, who was looking quite pleased with himself, before slowly withering, and ollapsing to the ground, before the Reaper snatched the amulet from around his neck.

Cathal heard the Reapers voice echo in the back of his mind,

"Foolish human, you thought you could use the power of the amulet. You are too weak."

Swift, saw all that happened, and realised he had to do something. He didn't particularly like the kid, but he couldn't let him die. Quickly, he took out his revolver, and, moving towards the Reapers, fired shots into each and every one of them. It did no use, as the one closest to him clecnhed his vapoury black fist, and slammed it at full strength into Swift, and sent him flying backwards into the wooden wall, creating yet another gigantic hole in Charles' office, where he fell unconscious.

The lead Reaper turned his attention back to Cathal, and saw him feebily trying to get back onto his feet.

What Cathal was trying to do was hopefully stab the weak point which he had exposedthe other Reaper with. He managed to get up, and, knife in hand, flung himself onto the lead Reaper, and tried to stab his neck hard.

The Reaper smiled a menacing smile, and wrapped his shadowy fingers around Cathals neck, and began the process for one of the most painful deaths in the history of the universe. His eyes glowed a dark black colour, and the life drained from Cathals skin as he screamed, and screamed, and screamed.

It was terrifying to witness, which poor Charles had to watch.

When it was finshed, the Reaper slammed the limp, lifeless body of Cathal Rambrak onto the wooden floor, and spoke to Charles, this time out loud.

"We leave now, for there is a force which you must fight now at the gates. But your time, and the time of all these people, will come. The Great Reaping, will soon begin.

Then they were gone.

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

At the gates of Troy, were many, many bandits. They would take Troy this time, and revel in it's defeat. They were so sure that they would gain this victory. So sure.

Because this time, they had a plan.

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

Well, there was part one of the event.

Cathal- Is very much dead, and the amulet is safely back in Reaper hands.

Swift took a fair bit of a beating, with possibly a few broken ribs, and back damage from being slammed into a wall.

Cale is also very dead, as he was the first of Troy to be killed that painfully by a Reaper.

Also, they spoke of a "Great Reaping"

More to come on that soon.

Part 2 of the evnt will be tomorrow hopefully.

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

Potato_God — GMT

Good Jerb, man. Can't wait till tomorrow.

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

Shas'ui T'au Kais — GMT

Thank you, tomorrow it will be even better than this.

Btw, now you know that the Major Reapers have a painful death super awesome thing.

Bad stuff man... bad stuff...

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

FITZZ — GMT

BIC:...

Whiskey had just begun to fill her third glass off beer when the sounds of a huge commotion from outside drifted through the confines of the tavern...

Dozens of patrons leapt from their tables,rushing outside to investigate ,while even more people from outside the tavern shoved past them to get inside...away from whatever was happening out there...

Whiskey strained to make sense out of the babble of conversation and screams of fright ...." The Unholy..." an elderly man shrieked as he rushed through the tavern doors seeking sanctuary inside..." The Reapers have come.."

Whiskey felt her blood run cold...

" Raiders!!" a voice shouted from outside..." Raiders at the walls!!!"

Terrance stood.." Looks like the party's over.." he said,his mongrel dog barking anxiously towards the doors..

"...No gak.." Whiskey muttered racking a round into her riffle ,she grabbed up her gear and moved quickly for the exit,pushing past several people as she did...

Outside the busy streets had erupted into chaos,citizens rushed about seeking shelter as members of Troys Guards raced to the walls...

Whiskey ran behind a squad of men who were loaded down with Heavy Machine Guns,and leaped onto a ladder climbing it to the tops of the deffensive walls...

Peering over,Whiskey saw a large force of Raiders,racing about on various ramshackled vehicles and motorcycles swarming outside the walls..

A round fired from one of the vehicles kicked up dust mere inches from were Whiskey was and she quickly ducked into cover,she muttered curses to herself and swung her riffle up,sighting on a Raider racing along on a dilapidated motorcycle...she gritted her teeth and squeezed the trigger of the weapon...a second later the top of the riders head vaporized in a spray of gore,his body pinwheeling from his bike.

Whiskey grinned and rapidly placed two more rounds into the body of another Raider who was rushing for the city walls....

To her left she heard the crack of a riffle and the unmistakable sound of Terrance's voice..." One" the man said softly as yet another Raider fell...half of his face blown away..

Whiskey took cover again as a group of Bandits fired on her posistion...

" ...So much for feeling like a human.." she muttered to herself.

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

blood reaper — GMT

Catos died with no dignety just like he lived and then again I wonder whats going to happen with my character...

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

Tyranic Marta — GMT

(ic) Terrence began to take life again, shells falling in a grim clatter at his feet, every shot spelled a doom for anouther vehicle, his tactics were simple, destroy the vehicles in a lop as they surged through gaps between their comrades, make a wall of blasing metal, his accurate shots hitting feul lines and petrol tanks where he nknew that the rusty hot engines would ignite the feul, cooking the vehicles explosivly.

beside him he saw whiskey begin to pick of bandits with her weapon, a grim determination on her face that brought home to him what he had already guessed. The bandits would make the walls this time.

Wills weapon kicks out beside terrance and he watches a pair of bantis fall as the burst of high caliber rounds smack into them.

He nods slowly watching more elements of the defense appear into action, a massive ring of wrecked vehicles now existed his shots quite capable of taking the wretched rusted things down. Now the bandits were swearing in rage as they had to travel long distances around the ring to reach the walls, giving Terrance and his two companions, not to mention the guards of troy, time to deal to the infantry and drivers of the remaining vehicles.

But many more bandits waited beyond, and as rounds began to skip over the parapet he kneew that there were snipers amoungst them.

"Reloading!!" Terrence ducks behind the wall, ejecting the spent clip before slotting anouther in, the empty clip went into his backpack were it would probably be joined by several more before the end.

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

Chowderhead — GMT

IC: Lev needed a drink. He walked into the nearest bar, a place called "The Wasteland Chicken". A odd name, but hey, if it has booze, he has currency. He walked into the bar, and checked his weapons (Except his knife, of course) at the counter and walked to the bar.

"Sir, if I am going to serve you, you need to take off the bush."

Lev sighed, looked down, and began removing the suit. First he took off his goggles, revealing his eyes. One was perfectly normal, but the other was like nothing the bartender had ever seen. It was a small lens, with a shutter instead of a eyelid. The sickening noise it made was the sound of grinding metal as he blinked, one eye smooth, the other mechanical. The off came the suit.

That's when the Barkeep nearly vomited. Lev had no left arm. Instead was a metal contraption, a foul whirring beast that clanged and crunched as Lev reached for his shot of Vodka. The fingers moved around the glass, and at the same speed as a human arm, the steel beast gave Lev his drink.

"Uh, I hope you don't mind me asking, but... Where did you get those?"

Lev put down the glass. "That story will take a while."

"I've got spare time." The barkeep pulled up a stool."

"After the great Event, I got a invitation to work at a place called 'The Elysium'. When I got there, I was put under severe testing. Because of my past experience of being a sniper, they decided I would be posted 2 miles outside of the gate, on a small hill. Because of the distance and accuracy required to make shots like that, they decided to take human error out of the equation. Off goes the arm, off goes the eye. Now I'm stuck with this mechanical s**t."

The barkeep handed him another glass. "A round on me. You seem like you need it."

"JOHN!" A young man, barley 16, came running into the bar. "They have almost taken the gate! Me gotta go NOW!"

"Alright... What's your name?" The barkeeper asked, pulling out a L86.

"Lev."

"Lev, you gonna help or what?"

"Can I put my suit back on?"

"Yes."

Lev was out the door in 30 seconds, loading incendiary shells into the XM-25.

SOURCES:

Spoiler:

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

Tyranic Marta — GMT

Terrence stands up and begins to pick of the snipers, counting in his low bass tones, "1.... 2......3......4......5"

"Theres more of them coming, i need help here"

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

Chowderhead — GMT

OOC: It's on it's way. Just give me about 20 minutes.

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

Darkvoidof40k — GMT

Good event.

Good Roleplaying.

Good thread.

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

Tyranic Marta — GMT

thanks man

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

ghosty — GMT

Sorry to say, after barely any input from my part, I'm going to respectably bow out. Not really getting a good vibe from this rp, which makes things counter productive for success.

Regardless, have a nice time.

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

Tyranic Marta — GMT

looks like this is gonna be a strong core of rpers good, less people to deal with more input from the dm right? shas mate were counting on you now

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

Shas'ui T'au Kais — GMT

remember, down't finish off the raiders, that is the second part of the event!

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

FITZZ — GMT

I'm going to refrain from posting any further RP's until Kais does the second half of his event...
Suffice to say that Whiskey is simply ducking bullets and returning fire....

This is my clever way of concealing the fact that I'm far to busy to actually post an RP ATM...

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

Potato_God — GMT

BTW, Kais, when do you plan on having the second half of the event up?

Stix heard firing outside. A racous chorus of shouts, screams and bullets rang out through the town. "Sounds like Raiders. and a lot of them" Stix said to peter, throwing him his AK. Peter shook his head at Stix "Don't fight em. Just leave, man. Their gonna take the town anyway." Stix couldn't deny that this was a smart decision. However, while Stix knew he should leave, he felt he had to stay. But he couldn't take them on alone.

Then he realised he wouldn't need to. "I've a plan. Come on!" Stix bolted out of the bar like a man on fire. The rank stench of blood, gasoline, and human fear filled the air, driving the people into a panic. Stix ran into the town hall, the most likely place for people to be hiding. Inside the ill kept building, were a mixture of men, women and children; there were about 20 men who could fight. Stix straightened himself up, and prepared to speak. "Don't hide here. We must go out and drive away the raiders." some of the women looked to the ground, trying to ignore what was happening. one man, a large, bear of a man, came up to Stix, a look of anger and frustration on his face. "get out, kid. The raiders have this place surrounded. we're gonna leave here and cut our losses."
"No. No you won't." Stix felt something in him he'd never felt before; some deep need to stand his ground. He had to face down this man, he had to make him cave. "If you leave now, nothing will stop the raiders. would you so easily give up this home that you've worked so hard to make? Would you deny your children, and your children's children, the right to live a peaceful life?"

Stix motioned out the window to Troy "You named this place after Troy; a fortress city without peer. while other's fell, Troy stood; it was a giant "Screw You" to the rest of Greece. So is this Troy. You've survived so much; you're just giong to throw what you've reaped at the foot of the first raiders that come around?" A couple of the men looked up. They began to hope again. not much, but a little. Stix knew know was when to drive it home

"Anyone who wishes to defend the home, follow me. We will make them pay." Stix turned around and walked towards the door. He heard no one get up. His heart sunk. Then, he heard one, then two, then 5, then 10 pairs of footsteps follow him out. He smiled. He'd gotten them to listen. Stix turned aruond and adressed the motely group that came with him. "Thank you. the fighting should still be limited to the gates. The fighting seems fiercest around one of the local dive bars. you should all head there. I have some business to attend to at the gate. Move Out!"

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Shas'ui T'au Kais — GMT

Just remember Potato God, that Troy is a huge city, and there are a lot of militia defending it.

All will be revealed in the second part, which will be up by the end of the day.

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

Potato_God — GMT

I know, but I figure the more the merrier

and btw, I mispoke when I said i was headed to the gates; I'm headed to the bar that's near the town entrance. dunno if that makes any difference....

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Shas'ui T'au Kais — GMT

okay cool

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

Darkvoidof40k — GMT

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:okay cool

Event! Now!

*holds spade threateningly*

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Shas'ui T'au Kais — GMT

Same time as yesterday, around half 8 I will start, need to refresh mind

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

Darkvoidof40k — GMT

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Same time as yesterday, around half 8 I will start, need to refresh mind

I get where you're coming from; but doing the event early is better. Trust me, I know from experience.

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Potato_God — GMT

Darkvoidof40k wrote:
Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Same time as yesterday, around half 8 I will start, need to refresh mind

I get where you're coming from; but doing the event early is better. Trust me, I know from experience.

or your using your position as "RP sage" to trick kais into updating sooner. OH NO I SPOIL ZE TRAP!

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Shas'ui T'au Kais — GMT

Argh, it may not be finished by tonight as my brain is totally fried...

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

Chowderhead — GMT

Shas.

Do it.

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

Potato_God — GMT

We may have to lynch you.
or I could do positive reinforceement...
you can do it!!!!! Bordin school totally blows, I know, but you can DO IIIIT!

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Darkvoidof40k — GMT

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Argh, it may not be finished by tonight as my brain is totally fried...

That's why I said do it earlier.. otherwise, this happens.

*shrug*

No worries, do it tomorrow.

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

Potato_God — GMT

yea, its fine.

out of curiosity, how much of it is done?

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Chowderhead — GMT

Me and Dark can finish it off for ya if need be.

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

Shas'ui T'au Kais — GMT

Totally zilch, but I have thought about how I am going to totally do it, which I can write up tomorrow,

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

FM Ninja 048 — GMT

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Totally zilch, but I have thought about how I am going to totally do it, which I can write up tomorrow,

DO IT TONIGHT!

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

blood reaper — GMT

Delta ducked behind a destoryed car and carefuly avoided a massing Bandit force but continuing to watch them try to orginize themselfs but soon became intrested when they formed into ranks and began to leave london , it appered they were heading to Troy for an attack but it could easily fail if their leader was killed or removed and an assination could take place. Delta found himself constantly thinking about pulling off a daring attack on the Bandit leader.

"I shall find the Holy Grail! Wait thats not right I shall have the Bandit leaders head! But who is he?"

And with that Delta knew his task , he must gather allies to kill the bandit lord!

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

Potato_God — GMT

sure you dont need any help, shas?

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

Shas'ui T'au Kais — GMT

Argh guys sorry about not having it done yet, but today I am full up with work and the Maths Challenge, so it doesn't look hopeful for today either, but tomorrow I have loads of time so it should be done then.

Sorry

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Chowderhead — GMT

Sounds good, Shas!

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

prototype_X — GMT

can i join seeing as though so many people have quit there may be space for little old me.

otherwise ill sit back and enjoy the ride.

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

Shas'ui T'au Kais — GMT

Sure thing, just do your character and post it up.

@ Everybody I will be doing the event tomorrow definately, bwecause today I have been totally locked p wuith work, plays, maths challenges, etc.

So it'll be good

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Tyranic Marta — GMT

it had best be shas....

*Burning deathglare*

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

blood reaper — GMT

I want the event our I'll be taking somthing else
(Slowly taps a Crowbar)

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

prototype_X — GMT

Player Name:prototype_x
Character Name: Sarah Miles
Age: 21
Appearance: sarah has a slightly pasty complexion hailing from her father, she waears dirty leather.
Equipment: ak47, semi automatic shotgun,two full auto explosive round pistols,large assortment of knives, survival kit with clean water, rations etc. Gas mask, leather armor, ring given to her by her father for her 13 birthday.
Backstory: she lived in Liverpool with Laura, her mother and henry her father, in a nice-sized house in the middle of a nice neighborhood.sarah and her family were at Ground Zero when the Reapers emerged, and barely managed to escape Liverpool, using the subways to get to safety. When the government collapsed, Henry took his family to the road, scraping out an existence by raiding abandoned stores and shops. Then came Simon. While sarah and her family slept, a gang of raiders made to kill and rob them. , Laura had been stabbed to death in her sleep, and Sarah was no where to be seen, A well-dressed man wearing a surgeon's mask and a leather vest held a gun to sarahs head, and introduced himself as Simon. He said he was taking Sarah,.Laughing cruelly, Simon and his minions piled into their jeep, and drove off into the distance. Flash forward six years, sarah was with the bandits for three years until she escaped, the badits had raped her, of course they had that was the reason they had taken her in the first place, bastards. she spent two years living in an abandoned military facilty, where she found all heer weapons. now she kills bandits to survive
other info: currently searching for her dad. shy of people because of what the bandits did to her. a natural shot and knife thrower

ooc) sorry mordoskul for using your idea but i thought it would be ausome

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Tyranic Marta — GMT

Shas....
*Cocks shotgun*

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

Mordoskul — GMT

Hey, Shas, how about an event for us Londoners?

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

Chowderhead — GMT

Hey! How about changing your avatar back from... Whatever the hell that "Thing" is Mordo. The Walrus was awesome.

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

Evaelc — GMT

Agreed keep the walrus lose the bogan

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

Shas'ui T'au Kais — GMT

Okay, I will start as soon as I can get on later. But an evebnt for the Londoners will have to be done after this event.

I ain't seen Dark recently...

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prototype_X — GMT

sarah, following the bandits trail had arrived at london. she smiled to herself realising just how brilliant using the bandits as protection was. during this momentary lapse in concentration she sdood on a twig, spinning, the rear bandit saw her! firng two shots from her explosive round pistol she cried out for help, knowing she was hoplessley out numbered she prayed for salvation in the form of a londoner.........

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

blood reaper — GMT

Delta watched a Girl being fired apon by Bandits and quickly charged them from behind knocking one to the ground and Slashing his arm. He then quickly disimbowled him before rushing the others and pulling out his Butterfly knife.

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

prototype_X — GMT

sarah yelled her thanks whilst firing bursts from her ak47
"names sarah" she yelled filling a bandit with lead
"who are..... look out!"
throwing a long knife she finished the last of the bandits who was sneaking up behind delta
"as i was saying" she finished "who are you?"
pulling her knife from the bandits head she wiped it clean on his trousers while waiting for a reply

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

blood reaper — GMT

"I am Subject Delta , don't expect any thing posh cause this place is far from it."
Delta pulled his Butterfly knife from the head of a Bandit causing blood to spray across the ground.
"What brings you here Tourist?"

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

prototype_X — GMT

"delta huh, im here in search of my father, Henry Miles, do you know of him?"

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

blood reaper — GMT

"I have never heard of the one known as Henery Milnes but I do know my way around this hell hole and I know why the Bandits are leaving in force."

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

prototype_X — GMT

"hmm i had noticed that, shall we talk somewhere more private?"

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

FM Ninja 048 — GMT

What did we say about super short snippets of back-forth conversation, take it to PM then post the final results

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

Darkvoidof40k — GMT

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Okay, I will start as soon as I can get on later. But an evebnt for the Londoners will have to be done after this event.

I ain't seen Dark recently...

I have returned.

Most people knew that I was going for a day-and-a-bit already, but apparently word doesn't travel fast.

Event.. today.. *licks lips*

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

prototype_X — GMT

@ dark can you do the stats for sarah cause every one else has them an i dont want to be left behind.

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

blood reaper — GMT

"I think that would be best as Bandits regularly come here with Dogs for fighting , I don't mean normal dogs I mean Mutants. They stick blades onto their paws for fighting and are generally Rabid , I know where we can go anyway."
Delta leads Shara through the Sewers to a small camp.

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

Mordoskul — GMT

prototype_X wrote:
Player Name:prototype_x
Character Name: Sarah Miles
Age: 21
Appearance: sarah has a slightly pasty complexion hailing from her father, she waears dirty leather.
Equipment: ak47, semi automatic shotgun,two full auto explosive round pistols,large assortment of knives, survival kit with clean water, rations etc. Gas mask, leather armor, ring given to her by her father for her 13 birthday.
Backstory: she lived in Liverpool with Laura, her mother and henry her father, in a nice-sized house in the middle of a nice neighborhood.sarah and her family were at Ground Zero when the Reapers emerged, and barely managed to escape Liverpool, using the subways to get to safety. When the government collapsed, Henry took his family to the road, scraping out an existence by raiding abandoned stores and shops. Then came Simon. While sarah and her family slept, a gang of raiders made to kill and rob them. , Laura had been stabbed to death in her sleep, and Sarah was no where to be seen, A well-dressed man wearing a surgeon's mask and a leather vest held a gun to sarahs head, and introduced himself as Simon. He said he was taking Sarah,.Laughing cruelly, Simon and his minions piled into their jeep, and drove off into the distance. Flash forward six years, sarah was with the bandits for three years until she escaped, the badits had raped her, of course they had that was the reason they had taken her in the first place, bastards. she spent two years living in an abandoned military facilty, where she found all heer weapons. now she kills bandits to survive
other info: currently searching for her dad. shy of people because of what the bandits did to her. a natural shot and knife thrower

ooc) sorry mordoskul for using your idea but i thought it would be ausome

I, am flattered! Hell, this is better than an event! be posting soon!

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Mordoskul — GMT

Chowderhead wrote:Hey! How about changing your avatar back from... Whatever the hell that "Thing" is Mordo. The Walrus was awesome.

It's Zlad! How can you not like the Molvanian pop sensation! Fine.

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

Shas'ui T'au Kais — GMT

Yes, I will be starting on the event very shortly.

But first, priorities...

... fooooooood...

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

Darkvoidof40k — GMT

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:... fooooooood...

omnomnomnom.

[warning - mind f*ck]

Spoiler:

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

Shas'ui T'au Kais — GMT

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOODLES!!!!!!!!

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

Darkvoidof40k — GMT

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOODLES!!!!!!!!

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

Shas'ui T'au Kais — GMT

Okay, got ma noodles, and I am now going to start the event

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

Darkvoidof40k — GMT

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Okay, got ma noodles, and I am now going to start the event

Dang dude, less noodles more event.

I'm also doing an event for Space Hulk as we speak .

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

Shas'ui T'au Kais — GMT

Jesus that's creepy

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

Darkvoidof40k — GMT

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Jesus that's creepy

DO THE BLOODY EVENT FOOL. *cracks shotgun and loads whip.. wait.. grr!*

And when I say I'm "doing" it.. I'm suffering from "distraction syndrome".

edit: And start using full stops you illiterate pig-dog!

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

Shas'ui T'au Kais — GMT

Nope, don't wanna.

Dammit just did full stop!

Curse you Dark...

Btw I am actually doing the event, just in a word document.

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

Darkvoidof40k — GMT

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Nope, don't wanna.

Dammit just did full stop!

Curse you Dark...

Btw I am actually doing the event, just in a word document.

Word hurts and strains your eyes; and will make the overall event worse. Do the event in Dakka.

I iz da BIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIG(!) experienced innit.

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FITZZ — GMT

...

" Event?" Whiskey muttered,as she wiped the sleep from her eyes..." Oh right,we were being attacked by Raiders...sorry I dozed off for a bit...carry on" she said raising her weapon.

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

Shas'ui T'au Kais — GMT

Huh?

Oh did you lose hope FITZZ?

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

Darkvoidof40k — GMT

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Huh?

Oh did you lose hope FITZZ?

If you don't get back to work, my kitten will rip out your wolf's throat and then mash it into little pieces with a blunt spade. Motivation enough?

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Shas'ui T'au Kais — GMT

Nuh uh, my Wolf would biten off you kitteh's head with one clean swipe, and once again, I tell you, I am doing it on word!

Word is better than you'll ever be!!!!!!

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

Darkvoidof40k — GMT

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Nuh uh, my Wolf would biten off you kitteh's head with one clean swipe, and once again, I tell you, I am doing it on word!

Word is better than you'll ever be!!!!!!

Then why are you crying? Fool.

Besides, I can shut word down whenever I like; it has no power over me. All hail the mighty PC-user! All hail me! Mwaha..

As for your wolf.. "biten" ain't a word, so your point is invalid.

Besides, you've never seen a kitten high on seven varieties of drugs before. And you don't want to. Especially one with a blunt spade. I suggest you back away. Slowly.

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Shas'ui T'au Kais — GMT

Kais fired his bullet tinto the head of the approaching kitteh, narrowly saving his Wolf from damnation, and killing the horrible minion of the not very feared Tyrant Darko.

"Simples," was all he said.

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FITZZ — GMT

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Huh?

Oh did you lose hope FITZZ?

Nope...just had a bit of a nap.

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

Darkvoidof40k — GMT

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Kais fired his bullet tinto the head of the approaching kitteh, narrowly saving his Wolf from damnation, and killing the horrible minion of the not very feared Tyrant Darko.

"Simples," was all he said.

Then you turn around and see a million such kittens armed with chainsaw guns, and you shudder with fear whilst releasing the contents of your bowels.

DO NOT F*CK WITH THE KITTEN.

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FM Ninja 048 — GMT

STOP ARGUING!!!

Kais, get on with the event

Dark, let him do the event however he likes, if he thinks word is quicker let him, you're distracting him

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

Shas'ui T'au Kais — GMT

All the kitteh's drop dead because of Kais' awesomeness, and Darko himself cowers in fear at the one true lord.

Kais

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Shas'ui T'au Kais — GMT

Yeah, Dark, stop distracting me

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

Darkvoidof40k — GMT

FM Ninja 048 wrote:STOP ARGUING!!!

Kais, get on with the event

Dark, let him do the event however he likes, if he thinks word is quicker let him, you're distracting him

Dude, chill.

Grr. I have been distracted to the point of accomplishing none of my event in the last hour. Goddamn phone, Goddamn Facebook, Goddamn Dakka, Goddamn music..

GOD DAMMIT ALL.

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Shas'ui T'au Kais — GMT

Godammn you

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

Darkvoidof40k — GMT

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Goddamn you.

Goddamn your atrocious spelling, which I fixed.

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Shas'ui T'au Kais — GMT

Shut up, my spelling is brilliant. It is just that I type too fast.

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

Darkvoidof40k — GMT

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Shut up, my spelling is brilliant. It is just that I type too fast.

I type super fast, with nigh-perfect spelling.

*ego inflation*

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Shas'ui T'au Kais — GMT

On that note...

PLAYER EVENT - PART 3

Troy was in complete chaos. Neither side willing to give up, but it was continuing to be a stalemate all the way through. Charles the Mayor had ordered all civilians into their homes, and to keep everything locked, but he had little hope it would stop the Bandits when they broke through.

Mikey had been taken by utter surprise when the Bandits attacked, but soon took arms and helped to defend the city.
He aimed down his sights, and saw a Bandit brutally hacking one of Troy’s defenders, and he fired his M9, the bullet piercing his brain, and blood running out of his head.

“Jesus,” he said quietly when he saw the body of his last victim’s victim, gigantic cuts marked all over him.

Suddenly he was taken aback when he heard the voice of Joe, and turned around to see where it was coming from.

“Help!!!” he heard him scream, as he noticed him by the gates, holding off a few Bandits with sharp blades.

“Joe!” he shouted to him, as he punched a few rounds towards the Bandits with supreme accuracy, and they slumped to the ground, dead.

Joe smiled in relief, before a bullet hit him in the leg, and another in the shoulder, and he screamed out in pain, as Mikey ran over to him, spotting the Bandits who had fired, and taking them down with ease.
He reloaded quickly before he got to the man, and picked him up quickly, and put his arm around his shoulder.

“C’mon Joe, we’re gonna make it. Come on. Stay with me, for your daughter!” Mikey assured Joe, as he began to take him back, deeper into the city, trying to get back to a hospital of some sorts. “Help me! Please! Somebody help!”

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

Whiskey had been helping to hold off for a while now, and had just finished off a man by the bar, taking off his crown with one clean bullet, when she heard somebody nearby, and instinctively raised her rifle at the person.

“Whoah, calm down! It’s only me!” said Stix quickly, not wishing to have his life end this way, and Whiskey slowly lowered the gun.

“Sorry,” she said.

“Good, now, if you think it would be beneficial for the both of us, can I please join you, as numerous guns are better than one?”

“Sure, c’mon, I heard were having a lot of trouble near the gates. Let’s move.”

“Uh, okay.”

“I got two others with me. One named Will, another called Terrence, you’ll meet them soon enough. After this is over,” suddenly she chuckled. “If we survive.”

Then, they heard desperate shouts coming from the area of the gate.

“That sounded real bad, we have gotta help,” said Stix desperately.

“Agreed. Come on, make it quick!”

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

Okay, so Joe has been shot twice, and is in desperate need of medical assistance, and Whiskey and Stix are hurrying to the scene.

Part four sometime tomorrow hopefully.

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Darkvoidof40k — GMT

Injuries! Yummy! BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD, SKULLS FOR THE SKULL THRONE.. erm..

Interesting.

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WARORK93 — GMT

(Awwww, no event for me? Oh well, I guess I can kill a few raiders to bide my time.....

.....on second thought, take your time shas )

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Shas'ui T'au Kais — GMT

Wait, you are in Troy?

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

FITZZ — GMT

...But...Whiskey was already on the defensive walls with Terrance and Will?...

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

WARORK93 — GMT

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Wait, you are in Troy?

(nah, I'm out in one of the smaller towns, seriously though, its okay, I haven't really gone anywhere anyway...)

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Darkvoidof40k — GMT

FITZZ wrote:...But...Whiskey was already on the defensive walls with Terrance and Will?...

*shrug*

I gave up trying to understand things ages ago.

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Shas'ui T'au Kais — GMT

Uhhh I could have sworn you said you were just going out of the bar and shooting?

Crap just read it and found out you are right.

Uhhh, but is it really a big deal?

Anyway, it is a long fight, you may have been needed elsewhere

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FITZZ — GMT

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Uhhh I could have sworn you said you were just going out of the bar and shooting?

Crap just read it and found out you are right.

Uhhh, but is it really a big deal?

Anyway, it is a long fight, you may have been needed elsewhere

Nope...Whiskey ran out of the bar and followed several machine gun teams to the wall..she then climbed to a vantage point and opened fir on the Raiders as the stormed the gate..
Terrance and Will then joined her and started shooting as well.

EDIT:...Naw..it's cool..I'll make it work.

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Shas'ui T'au Kais — GMT

Cool, because by now the Raiders have actually pentrated the wall, and are causing mayhem

And there is also Joe to save

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Darkvoidof40k — GMT

We can has reinforcements maybe?

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Shas'ui T'au Kais — GMT

All your men are currently occupied, as it is a very close fight

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Darkvoidof40k — GMT

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:

All your men are currently occupied, as it is a very close fight

Preferably, I'd have them regroup and mount-up on the jeep, and do some drive-by shooting whilst crunching some bad guys underwheel. There's an RPG in the jeep as well.

And don't forget my dudes' Mossberg.

Edit: Just FYI, the rest of the men will be armed with a combination of M16A4's, M9's, Fragmentation grenades, and Thomson's Tommy Gun.

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Shas'ui T'au Kais — GMT

You know, just so I don't make mistakes in the next part, can everybody involved in the Event please send me a PM by tomorrow night....

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Devastator — GMT

Sorry for silly question, but where Bonesaw technically is?

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Darkvoidof40k — GMT

Devastator wrote:Sorry for silly question, but where Bonesaw technically is?

With my dudes. Somewhere.

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Shas'ui T'au Kais — GMT

I could swear Dark left you in the bar...

... and that he actually admitted he did

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Darkvoidof40k — GMT

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:I could swear Dark left you in the bar...

... and that he actually admitted he did

You forgot your full stop again. Fool, Mr T frowns on your grammatical mistakes.

Nah I picked up Bonesaw in my jeep and we never heard from her again.

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Shas'ui T'au Kais — GMT

Yeah, so she is now hereby in the car.

So says Kais!!!

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Darkvoidof40k — GMT

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Yeah, so she is now hereby in the car.

So says Kais!!!

What car? There is no car.

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Shas'ui T'au Kais — GMT

OH fething HELL

Bar, bar, bar, bar, bar, bar, bar, BAR!

Goddamn errors!!!!

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Tyranic Marta — GMT

okydokey that was a confusing event nah dw shas cause i diddnt effect me you have now given me free reiiiiiign!!!!!!! mwahahahahahahaaaaaaa

(ic) Terence sees the guy fall at the gate, he slings his sniper onto its strap over his shoulder and brings up his smg, sliding down the ladder he enters the fray, short burts of smg fire decapitate those trying to get to him, even in the thick of combat he still aims for the neck and head, and he hasnt yet missed.

His short brutal path to the gate ends when he gets to the poor mans side. He lifts the man over his shoulder in a one handed firemans lift, his smg still spitting death. A group of bandits spot him and charge forwards, terrence grits his teeth as a shot smashes into his side and anouther his upper shoulder, both stopped by his jacket but still will leave massive bruises.

Then a shot clips his thigh and he gasps in pain and shock as he tumbles to the ground, he manages to stop Joe from completely rolling away with his other foot whilst trying desperatley to gun the bandits down.

Then a storm of Carbine shells and ak rounds, punch through the gunsmoke and tear into the bandits, Terrence turns his head and looks at Will, Whiskey and Stix, all giving covering fire, Terrence grits his teeth and clenchs his bowels as he gets to his feet and lifts Joe once more onto his back, the four fighters and the injured man quickly make their way to a building.

Terrence setsJoe on a table and gets his medical kit out. He quickly gets the bullet out and antiseptics the wound. On Joes leg, then the one on his shoulder. (sorry if i got the places wrong). Then he packs the wounds with Kwiki-heal and bandages them, repeating the proccess on his own leg he grimaces as he probes the wound with a pair of tweezers looking for the bullet. then he notices the hole on the back of his leg, while the others are firing through the windows, Terrence packs and antiseptics the wound and then Bandages it with the material from one of the shops cutains.

Once done he reloads his weapons mags, (all of them sniper included) and taps whiskey on the shoulder, "Ready?"

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Mordoskul — GMT

Henry walked through the ruined streets of London, his rifle held tightly in his hands. He had heard the sounds of combat taking place nearby, and was taking no chances. Stepping lightly through the rubble, he rounded the corner, his bolt-action rifle sweeping back and forth as he did so. The street was silent now, the screams and gunfire having died down. Henry entered the square, the blood-slick ground a deep red with spilled Vitae. The corpses of several bandits lay scattered around the street, and Henry knelt to examine them, turning the body of a large man face-up. The man wore a mask of utter terror, his eyes angled towards the knife wound in his forehead. It was likely that the raiders had been murdered by a rival gang, but then again, nothing had been taken, not even trophies. As Henry filled his bag with looted supplies, he could here footsteps several meters off, and he threw himself against a nearby wall, hiding himself from sight.

OOC:

That's you, Reaper and Prototype!

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Shas'ui T'au Kais — GMT

Uhhhhhh... Tyranic?

Mikey was carrying Joe, he was calling out for help so that he could take him to the hospital.

And remember there is still another part to come

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Shas'ui T'au Kais — GMT

Goddamn double post...

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Tyranic Marta — GMT

dang....

i completely missed that, well just say Terrance gave him a hand getting Joe in then, everything else stands, they guy doesnt need a hospital, just Terrance or Will

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Tyranic Marta — GMT

next part? oooh goody, soon soon

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Darkvoidof40k — GMT

Don't post IC between events guys, unless you're not in the event or the GM states otherwise.

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Evaelc — GMT

...
I'll wait for the next part...

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prototype_X — GMT

sarah and delta were about to leave when sarah heard a noise quite close she called "whose there?"

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blood reaper — GMT

"I suggest we leave this place may not be safe"
Delta exits the sewers with Sarah.
Delta observes a figure in the distance in the area where he was earlier and stealthy advances continuing to watch him from a safe distance after spotting his rifle but he relies this is no Bandit and quickly sprints behind cover.

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prototype_X — GMT

sarah close behind fires a warning shot over the head of the strange person

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Chowderhead — GMT

Er....

Where the hell am I? I have enough weapons to start a small war. Do an event for MEEEEEEE

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FITZZ — GMT

...BIC...

In the ensuing confusion,Whiskey had seen several Raiders breach a weakened area in the defensive gate and rush into the town...
She had leapt from her position atop the gates and pursued the bandits...gunning them down as she ran...
Upon dispatching the last of the Raiders,she encountered a young man...almost blowing him away...the youth had introduced himself...rather quickly...as Stixx..and offered to add his guns to Whiskeys..
Agreeing,the woman had rapidly returned to the main gates,Stixx following closely,where she retook her firing position...
Terrance eyed the new guy cautiously as he chambered a round into his riffle..his eyes drifted over to Whiskey...questioningly ...
Whiskey shrugged..." He calls himself Stixx...offered to help out here..." she said as she fired a round into the face of a Bandit climbing the walls..
Terrance nodded,sparing the young man one last glance before returning to his countdown..." 1..." Terrance said..squeezing the trigger of his weapon...

OOC:...

Ok,Terrance,Will,Whiskey and Stixx are all helping to defend the city walls...

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Mordoskul — GMT

Hearing the shot, Henry drops low, taking cover inside a ruined store. Calling out across the street, he shouts: "I don't have anything worth taking, I'm just a poor Roamer! Best be on your way, it's not worth it!" His voice subtly implying a threat. Spotting the man ducking behind cover, he shouts, "How many of you are there? Two? Three? Did you kill those Bandits? I couldn't help but notice that they weren't looted, was it personal?"

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

blood reaper — GMT

Delta jumps down but keeps his distance for safety
"I was helping someone and I have no need for Bandit treasure as I don't want stolen gear. But what brings you here traveler? Any news about the Troy battles?"
Delta moves closer realizing there is no threat

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

Mordoskul — GMT

As the figure approaches, Henry raises his rifle. "Not one more step stranger. I can't take any chances, you understand. I've heard nothing of Troy, I've been in London since the Disaster. You say you killed those bandits helping a traveler, you'll forgive me if I hesitate to believe you. Charity and kindness are rare occurrences these days. Is this traveler with you now? If so, have them and any other members of your band step out now."

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Shas'ui T'au Kais — GMT

Remember FITZZ that the Raiders have actually breached the city gates

Okay, event should be done later, ain't got enough time now...

... as long as I get those PM's...

@ Chowderhead - Jeez, sorry dude, totally forgot that Lev was in Troy, send me a PM like the others will/should do, and give me your location in it.

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blood reaper — GMT

Delta signals Shara to revel herself while Delta raises his arms into the air
"I pose no threat to you good sir , do you have any information on the Bandits current leadership? May I ask that we meet in a safer area the Bandits might notice a missing patrol."

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

Mordoskul — GMT

Henry gasps, the rifle clattering to the filthy tiles from numb fingers. He steps from the store, pushing the door open with one hand, reaching out his other in friendship. He peels off his gas mask, letting it hang by the straps from his fingers, revealing the man beneath. "Sarah...oh god, you're alive...." Tears spill freely down his cheeks as he walks forward, his arms wide in preparation for an embrace. "I thought...I thought I'd lost you, how...how did you get away?"

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

blood reaper — GMT

OOC (Wait you're that Henry?)
"I'll just let this reunion take place I'm not one to interrupt"
Delta slowly backs away keeping watch for any Bandits or Raiders.

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FITZZ — GMT

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Remember FITZZ that the Raiders have actually breached the city gates

.

....True,but surely they're are more Raiders outside the gates...or has the entire force entered the city?

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

Shas'ui T'au Kais — GMT

Basically just about all of them are inside the city...

... but some defenders are fighting a few outside the gates...

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FITZZ — GMT

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Basically just about all of them are inside the city...

... but some defenders are fighting a few outside the gates...

Well hell...it sure didn't take Troy long to fall did it?

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Shas'ui T'au Kais — GMT

The Reapers took everybody by surprise, and the focus was on them, and everybody got scared, so the Raiders easily got in.

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Tyranic Marta — GMT

what are we supposed to be PMing you shas?

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Chowderhead — GMT

Lev sits on top of the bar, picking off raiders with his Sniper.

Sighing, he waits for something interesting to happen.

OOC:

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Darkvoidof40k — GMT

Chowder.. stop changing your avatar you bastard!

Bam. New page.

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prototype_X — GMT

sarah and henry walk quickly to a secure location before talking sarah explains everything.

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Shas'ui T'au Kais — GMT

PM me with your actions for the evnt so I can do it

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prototype_X — GMT

me?

what event??????

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prototype_X — GMT

also nice avatar

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Shas'ui T'au Kais — GMT

Thanks, I really like it as well...

... and don't worry...

... you're not in the event...

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Darkvoidof40k — GMT

Event = ?

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Shas'ui T'au Kais — GMT

Ain't got all the PM's

May have to do my own actions for them...

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Devastator — GMT

I thought only Dark and two others had to send pms to you?
Or is it for everyone in troy?

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Shas'ui T'au Kais — GMT

Everyone in Troy...

... are all included...

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Darkvoidof40k — GMT

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Everyone in Troy is included.

Just do the event.

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Potato_God — GMT

Darkvoidof40k wrote:
Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Everyone in Troy is included.

Just do the event.

someone needs to make you a "Bug the gak out of Kaiser" Tropy

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Devastator — GMT

Darkvoidof40k wrote:Just do the event.

So Dark, hows your event for Space hulk that you promised two days ago is working out?

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Shas'ui T'au Kais — GMT

Yeah Dark...

... hippocrit

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Devastator — GMT

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:...hypocrite

Fixed for you.

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Potato_God — GMT

having no RP's of my own, I can harrang Shas about slow events with impunity. hooray!

when do you think it'll be done? Need any help on it?

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Shas'ui T'au Kais — GMT

It wiill be done by tomorrow

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Darkvoidof40k — GMT

Potato_God wrote:
Darkvoidof40k wrote:
Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Everyone in Troy is included.

Just do the event.

someone needs to make you a "Bug the gak out of Kaiser" Trophy

Devastator wrote:
Darkvoidof40k wrote:Just do the event.

So Dark, hows your event for Space hulk that you promised two days ago is working out?

Have you seen how big the overall event is? Future events will be shorter.. I just have a bad habit of going waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay over the top.

Devastator wrote:
Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:...hypocrite

Fixed for you.

You're gonna put me out of a job if you carry on correcting people. Should it come to that.. Spade-Harpoon gun, GO!

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Chowderhead — GMT

Do you have My PM?

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Shas'ui T'au Kais — GMT

Yes I do, but it didn't tell me what your actions are going to be...

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Shas'ui T'au Kais — GMT

whoops I have now

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FM Ninja 048 — GMT

do I need to PM, i'm not sure where I fit in at the moment...

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Shas'ui T'au Kais — GMT

Of course, yes, you do...

... I assume you are fighting just outside the gates as you got to Try after evrybody else...

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FM Ninja 048 — GMT

Well I was a few hours away from troy when the event started...

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Shas'ui T'au Kais — GMT

Hmmm, I'll just say you got there...

... that is unless you don't want to be in Troy...

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FM Ninja 048 — GMT

right, I'll be there, PM incoming

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Shas'ui T'au Kais — GMT

I think I have all PM's now

So I should be able to start tonight...

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Manchu — GMT

Just a reminder: Even in this corner of Dakka, all of our rules still apply. That includes being polite to one another. That also includes not trying to get around the swear words filter. PM me if you have any questions.

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Darkvoidof40k — GMT

Manchu wrote:Just a reminder: Even in this corner of Dakka, all of our rules still apply. That includes being polite to one another. That also includes not trying to get around the swear words filter. PM me if you have any questions.

Dang, the Mods really have been putting this board under scrutiny recently.. especially threads where I'm concerned.. hmm..

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ghosty — GMT

Maybe they just don't like you...?

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Darkvoidof40k — GMT

ghosty wrote:Maybe they just don't like you...?

Ah, ghosty, you always act so positively towards me.

Bam. New page. Again..

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ghosty — GMT

Was just raising ideas based upon how you come across online.

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Darkvoidof40k — GMT

ghosty wrote:Was just raising ideas based upon how you come across online.

Most people don't seem to have a problem with how I come across online; in fact I tend to find that people like me on here.

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ghosty — GMT

Well, I'm not saying people don't like you, per se, but it seems to me that people may be getting fed up with your attitudes toward them. What can I say? Repeatedly telling people to get on with an event to which they may not be on Dakka to do at the given moment (Ever been on just to chill?) doesn't seem to be proactive to bringing about a positive image. I mean, especially when you yourself are relatively famous upon this little corner of Dakka for not giving out the goods at your own deadline, (remember the zombies thread?) it just seems to reek hypocrisy. Oh, and no one enjoys being corrected upon grammatical mistakes.

But as I said, no one dislikes you here. To dislike someone who you don't know is foolish, but to be annoyed by how people act, their potential immaturity, or even the way they need to get the last laugh in in every conversation can be much easier. Not specific to you, but y'know, the way you act online can formulate how you are seen by the general public.

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Darkvoidof40k — GMT

ghosty wrote:Well, I'm not saying people don't like you, per se, but it seems to me that people may be getting fed up with your attitudes toward them. What can I say? Repeatedly telling people to get on with an event to which they may not be on Dakka to do at the given moment (Ever been on just to chill?) doesn't seem to be proactive to bringing about a positive image. I mean, especially when you yourself are relatively famous upon this little corner of Dakka for not giving out the goods at your own deadline, (remember the zombies thread?) it just seems to reek hypocrisy. Oh, and no one enjoys being corrected upon grammatical mistakes.

But as I said, no one dislikes you here. To dislike someone who you don't know is foolish, but to be annoyed by how people act, their potential immaturity, or even the way they need to get the last laugh in in every conversation can be much easier. Not specific to you, but y'know, the way you act online can formulate how you are seen by the general public.

I'll start with hypocrisy. My events tend to be very large; whilst this is a hinderance to the overall progress of the roleplay and something I seek to amend, it does go some way to explain the lengthy waits.

Correcting grammar? I post with 98% perfect grammar, with the occasional typo or mistake (who doesn't?) so I see no reason why anyone else should do any less, save for certain cases such as Dyslexia or not having English as a first language. People don't have to like me correcting it, they just have to learn from it.

Not really all that bothered with continuing this any further; better things to do, you understand.

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Shas'ui T'au Kais — GMT

Uh oh, Mods...

... not good...

... well Dark I must agree with all ofwhat ghosty said...

... but I must say that I don't hate, in fact I respect you, but you do come across quite annoying sometimes...

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blood reaper — GMT

Lets just stop arguing and return to the RPG or this thread may become locked. I got warned about me calling Catos something and continuing to argue could close the thread.

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Tyranic Marta — GMT

why is ghosty even stil here? go away ghosty you lost your right to post on this thread when you exited.... no offense

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ghosty — GMT

Offense taken. Our community is quite closely knit, and should be allowed to comment, critique and chat to people within said community. So yeah, offense taken Marta.

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Tyranic Marta — GMT

Pm it in future maybe?
i havnt heard enough of what you say to make any jugements but id prefer to not have to wade through arguments that dont involve me, this is a RP thread, not an arguing thread

im very sorry that your taking offense at something that was meantin the nicest possible, (if slightly tired and cranky) way

I never mean offense with my comments unless i really set out to do so and if your taking offense then it really isnt my problem, im sorry for the bluntness of what i said but as i said before, tired and cranky contributed to the Shortness of that post

Truly sorry

but can you please reserve arguments for a PM? we dont need to have threads locked because of arguments.

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

Tyranic Marta — GMT

on that point i have no real problem with you posting on topic things about this thread, infact i welcome them

was just caught at a bad time when i typed that

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Tyranic Marta — GMT

anyhoo, SHAS WHERES THAT EVENT DANGIT?

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FITZZ — GMT

...Whiskey curled up in a corner and pulled her blanket over her head.
" I'm going back to sleep." she muttered..." Wake me up when something actually happens..."

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Tyranic Marta — GMT

Terrence goes and sits beside her, calmly slotting bullets into his magazines, humming to himself under his breath

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Darkvoidof40k — GMT

Mikey sits in the opposite corner, twidling his thumbs with excitement.

edit: Dudes, chill. ghosty's totally welcome to express himself, and he did so correctly. But unless you were making a point to the wider community, you should've probably just PM'd me.

An' cheers for the respect bro. *fist respects* (if you don't know what that is.. eh.. don't worry yourself. )

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Tyranic Marta — GMT

i know and ive apologised

(ic) a bandit walks though the door and trips over mikey and smashes his skull on the ground, Terrence calmly looks up and nods to Mikey, "Shut the door please its letting in a draft"

Despite the shattered windows....

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Darkvoidof40k — GMT

Mikey sighs, gets up from his PC and goes to school. "So long chaps!"

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Tyranic Marta — GMT

Terrence looks up in bemusement and goes to shut the door, then goes back and sits next to whiskey and tries to get some sleep

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Shas'ui T'au Kais — GMT

Okay guys, now that Blood Moon is finsihed I can actually do the fricking event today as I am...

... wait for it...

...

...

... doing apsolutely nothing!!!!!!

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prototype_X — GMT

YAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAY!!!!

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

Tyranic Marta — GMT

WOOOOOOT

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

Darkvoidof40k — GMT

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:I am doing absolutely nothing!!!!!!

Quote shenanigans.

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prototype_X — GMT

Darkvoidof40k wrote:

shenanigans.

what kind of shenanigans, dark, WHAT KIND????? dirty fething hypno cat!

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

FM Ninja 048 — GMT

Kais, what's taking you so long?

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

Evaelc — GMT

why is nothing happening? why? ...why?

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

Chowderhead — GMT

Because Kais is taking forever to do events, and we have to sit on our asses until something happens.

I've been waiting for an event for a few weeks now, and I might quit.

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

ghosty — GMT

I'm not defending him at all Chowder, but may I raise a possible explanation? So Kais is a school kid, am I right? Guessing between the ages of 13 to 16. It means he has exams right now, GCSE, or at least SATs. Hell, I have AS levels to burn through at the moment, and it has made it difficult to contribute much in the last couple of days. I feel he could be in the same boat. Revision can start a coupla' weeks before the exam, so you can obviously take into account that he might not be being lazy, he might actually just be prioritising things that matter more at the moment. You've been young once (Probably, it's a bit hit and miss with people online) so I'm sure you're aware of the strain exams can potentially put on people...

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

Shas'ui T'au Kais — GMT

Guys I'm real sorry that it's taking so long, I just came home, and had to do stuff, and gak happening, blah blah blah that's personal to me, but I have done some of it, about halfway with it...

... should be up tomorrow...

... and yes ghosty you are also right, I have orals coming literally within the next week, and I have all my exams around just after that...

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

Tyranic Marta — GMT

sounds good my friend

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

ghosty — GMT

Hehehehee.....oral.

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

Tyranic Marta — GMT

duuuuude

that was just not called for

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

Shas'ui T'au Kais — GMT

Jeez ghosty, calm down...

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

ghosty — GMT

Sorry, just woken up, and everything is funny at the moment.

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Tyranic Marta — GMT

fair enough

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

Shas'ui T'au Kais — GMT

Suppose...

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Evaelc — GMT

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

FM Ninja 048 — GMT

Can you post what you've done?

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

Darkvoidof40k — GMT

Guys, lay off the kid and go paint some models or something.

It happens when it happens, and I know that I've got plenty of other things to do; so I'm not worred about the event at all.

It's just a bit of fun.

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

Devastator — GMT

Darkvoidof40k wrote:so I'm not worred about the event(s) at all.

Your Space hulk Rp seems to be proof of that.

Just kidding, take your time with event kaiser.

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prototype_X — GMT

but dont give up!

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Evaelc — GMT

Please hurry I think people are losing interest and I really like this thread.

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

Tyranic Marta — GMT

Evaelc wrote:Please hurry I think people are losing interest and I really like this thread.

QFT
cmon shas this thread is awsome when its going, please post

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Darkvoidof40k — GMT

Sadly, it looks like this thread is going the way of this one:
http://www.dakkadakka.com/dakkaforum/posts/list/344058.page

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

Shas'ui T'au Kais — GMT

Guys, can we postpone this until next week, as I have my orals coming up this week, and at the end of the next one I have half time which means I will have a lot of time to do this event and others...

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

FM Ninja 048 — GMT

WHY!

why do major events always end up at peoples exams!

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

Darkvoidof40k — GMT

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Guys, can we postpone this until next week, as I have my orals coming up this week, and at the end of the next one I have half time which means I will have a lot of time to do this event and others...

*shrug*.

M'kay.

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prototype_X — GMT

ooooh i just noticed im in your sig dark!

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

Darkvoidof40k — GMT

prototype_X wrote:ooooh i just noticed im in your sig dark!

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Chowderhead — GMT

Lev takes his Makarov, knowing that he won't make it out alive, and shoots himself in the head. He falls off the roof, bullet in his brain.

It's been over 10 days, and I can't wait any longer. I'm out.

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

Darkvoidof40k — GMT

Chowderhead wrote:Lev takes his Makarov, knowing that he won't make it out alive, and shoots himself in the head. He falls off the roof, bullet in his brain.

It's been over 10 days, and I can't wait any longer. I'm out.

What, again? *sigh* This is what happens when you give Chowder a Russian mindset, a gun and place him in an alternate post-apocalyptic version of England.. his brains end up all over the floor, ready for my consumption.

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

WARORK93 — GMT

(Meh, I've been waiting for a while for this mythical event but if there's one thing I've learened about good RPs its taht you have to be patient...

If this RP ever gets rollin again, he'll come crawling back, dun worry. )

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

Shas'ui T'au Kais — GMT

I have given a good reason for why I am putting this RP on hold, and it will only be a week until it returns...

... but don't worry, if you wanna leave thats fine...

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

Tyranic Marta — GMT

(ZOOOOOOOOOOMBIIIIEEEEESSSSS, BRAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINSSSSSSSSSSSS)

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

Darkvoidof40k — GMT

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:I have given a good reason for why I am putting this RP on hold, and it will only be a week until it returns...

... but don't worry, if you wanna leave thats fine...

I'm not leaving. But if I can't manage to get my Space Hulk event done this weekend, then as with Kaiser, it'll be next week during half term.

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

Darkvoidof40k — GMT

So.. anyway.. about that event.

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

Devastator — GMT

Bonesaw: Zzzzzzz!

I guess its on next week?

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

Darkvoidof40k — GMT

Devastator wrote:Bonesaw: Zzzzzzz!

I guess its on next week?

I've been seriously considering just doing the event for him, but I've got my own events to worry about.

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

Shas'ui T'au Kais — GMT

Sorry guys, I have been extremely busy over the last few days, and will be today and tomorrow...

... the weekend looks promising though...

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

Tyranic Marta — GMT

i certainly hope so shas

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Evaelc — GMT

YAY. you're back, this means... EVENT. Will you do it, for the greater good?

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

Evaelc — GMT

Whats happening? Nothing? Please be something happening.

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

Shas'ui T'au Kais — GMT

There is...

... I am doing the event...

... slowly, but it is coming allong...

... I will try and finish it later...

... got work to do, German oral exam...

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

Shas'ui T'au Kais — GMT

Look on the forum...

... now...

... please...

... I have put something up...

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

Kasrkai — GMT

If you want to join this RP, go to The Great Reaping: http://www.dakkadakka.com/dakkaforum/posts/list/374531.page

Thread Lock Requested.

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ineptus astartes — GMT

you full? (I hope not)

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

Darkvoidof40k — GMT

This game is dead. The sequel thread is also dead.

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

ineptus astartes — GMT

ohhh....

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

ineptus astartes — GMT

really?

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

lord commissar klimino — GMT

yup...we got the other one locked AFTER it had died....

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

Kasrkai — GMT

I suggest we get this one locked too.

http://www.dakkadakka.com/dakkaforum/posts/list/378845.page

A complete list of active threads, their introduction, and how full the are.

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

Darkvoidof40k — GMT

ineptus astartes wrote:ohhh....

ineptus astartes wrote:really?

Don't double post. The edit button is your friend.

Now lets stop necro-ing this thread.