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| 26 May 2014 05:51 PM |
~Story~ USA descended to nothing but complete chaos, ravaged by a Second Civil war. Due to the advanced technology that their very own country possessed, it caused significant damage to their population, reputation, land, and integrity in general.
The last straw was when the government went desperate to eradicate the pro-succesion. They released a nano bot disease known as "Red Sword", a cureless infection that mutated anybody in contact into complete abominations.
And now, the US is in a post-apocalyptic state, with survivors and marauders and bandits throughtout the lands. The survivors survive, the bandits rob, the marauders do extortions.
But there's one man who presumably knows how to cure the disease, yet his whereabouts are unknown. A government doctor named Rob Mach.
~End of Story briefing~
*Rules* 1. You can be almost anybody. Notice the "anybody" there. It ranges from a survivor, a special mutant, to even a friggin computer virus! I exaggerated with the computer virus thing, haven't I? 2. No godmodding. No "My wounds heal because I just found out I'm Wolverine." 3. No instakilling. Self explanatory. 4. You can have more than one character, just keep up with them. 5. Love is a no-no. Ain't nobody got time for that! 6. Write "So and so" in Other. 7. Have fun!
*CS*
Name: Age: Appearance: Clothing: Equipment: Skills: Disadvantages: Fears: Bio: Side: (Marauder, survivor, mutant, bandit, etc)
My CS
Name: Ferris Wyatt Age: 37 Appearance: Black brownish hair, beard with same color, blue eyes. Clothing: Red and plaid shirt, black jeans. Equipment: Pistol, M16, crowbar Skills: Firearm experience due to prior involvement with Navy SEALs. Hand to hand combat. Disadvantages: Not good at aiming. Hesitant. Fears: Death by Red Sword, reality, and himself. Bio: After serving the Navy, Ferris lives a troubled life when all the things he thought was waiting for him haven't, but just moved on as if he was dead. Then the civil war started a year after. He isn't so bothered with this, at least he has a fresh start. Side: Survivors. |
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| 26 May 2014 05:53 PM |
| Why would a government release a bioweapon with no failsafes in place? Even weaponized bacterial/viral diseases are designed to become less effective over generations and die out after a short bit. |
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| 26 May 2014 06:56 PM |
*CS*
Name: Sam Samuels Age: 21 Appearance: Tall, with thick blonde hair spiked up at the ends. Rounded face, with dark blue eyes, and thick blonde eyebrows. Thin lips, curled at the ends, highlighted by a pair of small dimples. Freckles across his small, slightly pointed nose. A pair of long, strong arms at his side, and nice, sturdy legs. Clothing: A grey t-shirt, half-way covered by a thick red vest. Cargo-shorts cutting off at his knees, and red/grey Nike Elites socks. The outfit is topped off by a pair of red/grey Nike LeBron shoes. Equipment: A small pocket-knife, an M15 rifle (Hung across his back), and two 9mm pistols (At his sides). Skills: Aim and navigation. Disadvantages: Footwork/balance (Don't trust him on a balance beam!) Fears: Greatest fear: He will be killed like his family. Bio: Sam was born in Hamburg, Germany. He was born to an English family, though, and could not speak the native German language. After moving, his parents accepted a job for a supermarket in Denver, Colorado, which paid very well. But once the 2nd Civil War came, the family was torn to pieces- literally. While he was away, his family was attacked. When he returned, his family was dead, torn to pieces by what appeared to be a dog. Depressed, he left, and became a lone bandit, stealing food and supplies for his life alone. Side: Bandit Other: So and so |
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| 26 May 2014 06:58 PM |
| (Btw, his clothes are splattered with splashes of dirt and ash, and his hair is very messy) |
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| 26 May 2014 07:07 PM |
| (Alpha, I haven't really thought that through, my apologies. So I suppose we may begin?) |
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| 26 May 2014 07:07 PM |
Name:Jerome Scott Age:17 Appearence:Black hair,red eyes,and a knife scar along his right arm.He also has a muscular build. Clothing:A leather jacket,black denim jeans,and military boots. Equipment:A silver tinted 9mm pistol,an L115 sniper,and a blue headed axe with golden letters 'betty' embedded on the handel. Skills:He is very good with an axe,and is moderate with a sniper. Disadvantages:He has very low stamina,but what he does he is fast with. Fears:Bandits,evil,and the red sword virus. Bio:TBR Side:Survivors. Other:So and so.He has multiple personality disorder.
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| 26 May 2014 07:08 PM |
(If you are addressing me, then yes, I think we could begin.)
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| 26 May 2014 07:12 PM |
(This is just an idea, but I think that, since there is only 3 of us, we could all start in a different place and all somehow meet up.)
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| 26 May 2014 07:13 PM |
(Ok, you two are in. We just need a city for this to take place in. No worries, if no one can find a proper place, I got a fictional one just in case.
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| 26 May 2014 07:14 PM |
| (@Dang, Good idea. But we shouldn't be too far or too hidden.) |
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| 26 May 2014 07:17 PM |
| (Agreed. I think New York or Washington DC would be a good main city.) |
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| 26 May 2014 07:21 PM |
Name: Nathaniel Crawford Age: 34 Appearance: Caucasian male with a 5'0 clock shadow and short black hair Clothing: Navy blue and white trucker hat, blue jeans, and a red hoodie Equipment: A combat knife and glock 17 Skills: Hunting and gutting Disadvantages: Has a bad sense of depth and dumb Fears: The red sword and losing himself Bio: He can be a jerk in a joking manner and tends take jokes to the extreme even at the risk of hurting or killing someone. However he can turn serious and even bloodthirsty or psychopathic. He is also very impulsive and irrational. Side: Bandit
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| 26 May 2014 07:29 PM |
(Let the whatever we shall call 'em begin!)
Ferris
The streets and buildings are covered in plants and grass, trying to claim back what's rightfully theirs. I can't stop them, what use would it serve?
Eh, Getting off topic. There's a row of cars in front of me, and the occasional rotting body inside one. What a tragedy, poor souls who couldn't get out of the bloodshed quickly.
I go to one of the empty cars and smash the glass, open the lock and start scavenging. Once I think about it, who would lock a car in a hurry for their life? |
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| 26 May 2014 07:37 PM |
Sam
The ground around the deserted market is covered with broken glass. I decide not to risk walking through it to climb through the windows, so I head around back, checking for an exit.
Finally, I spot the locked backdoor. I take one of my pistols and shoot the hinges of. I run up and kick down the door. I head inside. |
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| 26 May 2014 07:43 PM |
(First, I mean entrance, not exit. And when I say I shoot the hinges of, I mean off, not of.)
Sam
The inside air is cold, and the light is dim. The corpse of and elderly man lays slumped over the counter. I walk over to the freezer isle. Nothing. The lights flicker, and for a millisecond, there is no light at all. The hair on the back of my neck pricks up, and then settles back down.
I look through all of the freezers. Some of the glass freezer doors are splattered with blood and dead flies.
Halfway done with my search, I find a small box filled with small, torn-up pieces of a frozen pizza. My stomach grumbles. |
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| 26 May 2014 07:46 PM |
(I suppose the meetup can be quick.)
Ferris
As my search for supplies proves fruitless, I hear a gunshot from afar. I got no clue where it came from, but for me to hear it quite loud and clearly, it must've been near.
I get out of the car and wipe the sweat off my forehead with the back of my head. Wondering whether should I look who fired, or just ignore it. |
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| 26 May 2014 07:49 PM |
Jerome
I hear a gunshot not to far away so I decide to run to it and look to see what happened and find a bunker
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| 26 May 2014 07:50 PM |
| (store not bunker I don't know where I got bunker) |
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| 26 May 2014 07:54 PM |
Sam
After eating the remains of the pizza, I decide to leave. If anyone heard the gunshot, I could be in grave danger. I head out, propping the door against the wall, and walk around the building. And then, I run.
I head in some random direction, and as I run, a weird bunker catches my eye. I slow to a jog and change directions, now heading towards the building. |
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| 26 May 2014 07:54 PM |
Ferris
I walk to where I heard it and put my back against a building, pull out my 9mm pistol, and check around the corner. There lies the market, a place I already checked, there's nothing really worth taking.
I rush out of my cover spot and tske coger behind a rusty car, shortly after I switch from car to car, taking cover as precautionary measure. |
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| 26 May 2014 07:54 PM |
| (Never mind about my finding the bunker.) |
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| 26 May 2014 07:56 PM |
| (I would add an external force pushing on the U.S demise. Maybe the European Union is attempting to 'stabilize' the U.S by invading?) |
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| 26 May 2014 07:56 PM |
(disregard my last OOC post)
Jerome
I crouch down and try to open the bunker which is surpringly easy and head inside. |
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| 26 May 2014 07:56 PM |
Sam
I carefully check around the corner of the market. I don't see anything. I hear rustling around the street. I ready my pistols and head around the corner. |
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