Riku1257
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| 26 Nov 2014 01:11 PM |
[This thread is based off of Quilboar's 'Overcast' series. It is, however, a spin-off from the original series that he gave me permission to make. Partial credit to him for the framework of this idea, as well as the light collab work we did.]
Theme: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=urC4LL4OGIs __________________________________________
Ah, Wellington, crown jewel of Huntington Province [as well as the most populous]. On one side, large ports and shipyards, one of the country's largest. On the other, a sprawling industrial center, churning out hundreds of thousands of manufactured parts every single day. In between those two centers of commerce are a number of markets, small businesses, and other residential areas.
Home to around twenty-five thousand proud Emperian citizens or other national citizenry, according to the most recent census. Now under quarantine.
It all began roughly seventy-two hours ago, when people began coming down with what seemed to be a particularly nocuous strain of a previously unknown virus. Shortly after people contracted the disease, they died. Then, after around five or so minutes, they got back up and began viciously attacking anyone they saw.
Suffice it to say, civil disorder quickly followed.
Keeping track of the breakdown in civic order within the Wellington municipality, Premier Cohagan felt it necessary to "contain the burgeoning epidemic" by mobilizing the Provincial Civic Guard to the towns outskirts and giving them permission to shoot anything that came their way.
So this leaves you, denizen of Wellington, in a bit of a jam. The streets are swarming with depersonalized cannibals, hungry for nothing more than your flesh, street thugs, and [what remains of] the local law enforcement, who have now gone into full-out emergency mode, shooting everything that moves.
You've stayed hidden for the past three days now, but supplies are beginning to dwindle, encounters with the infected are becoming more frequent, and on the whole, you don't think you will hold out for much longer. This leaves you with one obvious choice:
Get the hell out of Wellington, or die trying. Damn the infected, damn the police, and damn the Provincial Civic Guard. Full steam ahead. __________________________________________
THINGS TO NOTE:
-The government still exists, it is not anarchy all over the country, much less the province. At this point in time, the only anarchy is in Wellington. Inside Wellington, there still is a slight government presence [notice the word SLIGHT]. That is, if you consider several groups of trigger-happy cops to be a "government prescence".
-It would probably be best to just steer clear of the police. They're more likely to gun you down than they are to actually help or provide assistance.
-I'll just let you know now that if, during the process of escaping, you ever encounter a soldier, you're screwed and tattooed.
-Some of the infected run, some walk. It all depends on how much the virus has damaged the areas of the brain designated to control movement.
-I will put you in a situation, whereupon you will make a decision. I will determine the outcome of that decision using logic and dice-rolls.
-I dictate everything that happens to you. You simply respond to the situations that you are put into.
-No, you cannot be a police officer or a soldier. Most of the police officers are dead and the soldiers are all outside the city.
-If you get infected, you die. Not instantaneously, but you will still eventually die.
-Be realistic. If you go around trying to be a wannabe-Rambo, you'll die. Simple as that.
-Assume nothing, just because you're in an abandoned police station does not mean that there will be guns up the wazoo. __________________________________________
NATIONALITIES:
[This may not seem useful, but it is. In chaotic situations, people make choices based often times on prejudice. In this case, it may make the difference between you being shot by a looter, or let go.]
EMPERIAN: The "rightful" citizens of the Emperian Isles, this population generally enjoys a great deal many freedoms. You have the complete and utter trust of the government and its various arms. However, the minorities [often times the lower class] may not like you as much. This COULD result in you getting shot at once or twice.
BRUNSWIERIAN: This group is seen as a friend to the Emperians and are on equal, if not close to equal, footing with the Emperians. Because of this, like the Emperians, the minorities will have a dislike, or at the very least a distrust, of you.
NORTHERNER/"NORTHIE": This social group is a part of the Northwest autonomous region of Emperia. The people of this region have attempted cession from Emperia many times, either by referendum or violence. This doesn't sit well with most Emperians. They are generally hated and discriminated against. The government doesn't like you. At all. This means the police, a largely Emperian group, are more likely to try and kill you. But since they're all dead, why does this matter?
FEDEROVNIAN/"FED"/"FEDRED": This group is not hated, but is certainly not liked. Due to the fact that your home country, Federovnia, is a communist state, and the fact that communism doesn't sit well in this region of the world, the government generally takes a "permanent sideways glance" approach to you. This means that you will generally be allowed most of your rights and freedoms, but in situations like this, the government is highly suspicious of you. This translates into a slight trust, or at the very least an understanding, with most minorities. __________________________________________
WEAPONS LIST:
[This list is not for you to say "Oooh, I want that gun!", it's to give you insight on the weapon that you have/pick up.]
http://pirate pad.net/ep/pad/view/r o.rcRFoz8D 0QDwwK/latest __________________________________________
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Bio: [Optional]
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Riku1257
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| 26 Nov 2014 01:18 PM |
[If you join, put your nationality at the bottom of the CS, please. Thank you.]
cola and meal please no bread |
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Zalchire
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| 26 Nov 2014 01:39 PM |
Name: Mikhail G. Kedriff
/-\ge: 29
Gender: M
Appearance: Mikhail is a very thin, stealthy-looking guy. He has dark, walnut colored hair, a very well kept beard and blue eyes. He's somewhat tall, has slight muscles that are almost impossible to notice, and your generic Federovnian shade of skin (whatever it is.)
Personality: He's pretty shy, but also pretty selfish and racist. He's stolen things before and isn't afraid to do it again, but he can't stand to kill someone in cold blood, unless they shoot first, of course.
Nationality: Federovnian (however you spell it k)
Bio: [Optional] nope
Other: (because why not) next time, if you want to make a list of guns, invite me pls
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| 26 Nov 2014 02:20 PM |
/-\ge: 24
Gender: Female
Appearance: A rugged-looking woman with a few scars across her face from encounters with the unquiet dead. Usually wearing jeans and a red shirt. Has a green bandana for some odd reason.
Personality: Rough'n'tough, with a certain kind of soft side.
Bio: [Optional] What's there to say? Tess was once an ordinary woman. She grew up like any other person, and then this. Her life was going perfe- *record scratch* NOPE. The zombies came and just had to ruin the tea party. Woop dee do.
(Psst, Name: Tess) (Psst, Nation: Emperian)
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Riku1257
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| 26 Nov 2014 02:21 PM |
[Zalchire; Accepted]
-Kedriff-
You currently reside in your home, a rather modest apartment in one of the cities many residential districts. Your apartment consists of a single bedroom and bathroom, and a small living room with an adjoining kitchen. The living room has an aging black and white TV set sitting on a small stand at the forefront.
You are currently in possession of a Light Pistol with an extra magazine, counting the one currently in the weapon itself.
cola and meal please no bread |
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| 26 Nov 2014 02:23 PM |
| (Oh great, my stupid computer didn't show me the actual "Name" part of the CS and I now seem stupidly rude. That's just perfect.) |
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Zalchire
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| 26 Nov 2014 02:25 PM |
Go into the kitchen. Check the cabinets and make a mental list of my supplies located there.
Add ~650 to my post count. |
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Riku1257
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| 26 Nov 2014 02:38 PM |
-Kedriff-
You spot a few tins of various foods such as sardines and beans. You also find a couple of unopened water bottles.
-Tess-
You are currently on the uppermost floor of a medium sized manufacturing storage area, having gone up there with and on the advice of some friends. About a day or so ago they went out for supplies and have yet to return. You can hear gunfire somewhere in the distance as someone engages infected with an automatic rifle. It's most likely the police.
In your quarters there are some makeshift beds, a small table, and a backpack with your current supplies inside of it. On the table is a small radio and a Cropper Revolver, the bullets to the revolver sit beside it.
cola and meal please no bread |
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| 26 Nov 2014 02:54 PM |
Name: Petyr Gallican
/-\ge: 29
Gender: Male
Appearance: Petyr is a thin and light on his feet, weighing in at 154 pounds and standing at 5'9. He has a light skin complexity along with dirty blonde hair that is short and unkempt from his work in the industrial section. He has light blue eyes, pale-red lips, and a complex facial structure.
Personality: Petyr plays things smart, usually sticking to himself even in his work, however, he knows a good man or woman when he sees one and he is not afraid to befriend those kinds of people, especially in a time like this. His judgment isn't blinded by petty things, like nationality or something else he sees like a minute detail.
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Nationality: NORTHERNER |
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Zalchire
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| 26 Nov 2014 03:37 PM |
[Mikail Kendriff]
Have a sip of water, along with a can of sardines. Doesn't matter I'm not hungry, at least I'm saturating myself. I then do an inventory check of the other rooms, looking under furniture and inside cabinets.
Add ~650 to my post count. |
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| 26 Nov 2014 05:48 PM |
| I pick up the gun and ammo and put on my bandana. Afterwards, I go to check the perimeter of the manufacturing area for loot. I wonder if my friends are dead; after all, it's probably at least a 70%- no like 90%- something percent chance. I was never good at that fractions stuff. |
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Riku1257
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| 26 Nov 2014 05:48 PM |
[Super; Accepted.]
-Kendriff-
The sardines taste a bit old, and the water tastes like it has been sitting for a while. Nonetheless, it'll do for now. You don't find much else upon a second search of the house, excluding some old food that's been sitting for so long it probably wouldn't be best to eat it. You do, however find a crowbar in one of the closets.
You hear a helicopter pass overhead.
-Gallican-
You currently reside in your small one room apartment. Due to harsh governmental discrimination, most Northerners have been placed in this area. If there was a ghetto in this city, this is where it would be. As such, this part of town has deteriorated much faster than the rest. You hear automatic gunfire off in the distance, mixed in are intermittant screams. Every once in a while a helicopter buzzes overhead.
You currently have a Light Pistol. |
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| 26 Nov 2014 06:19 PM |
| *I also check under the beds, in the sheets, in drawers et cetera for any weapons and supplies that the others may have left (Sorry for leaving that out) |
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| 26 Nov 2014 07:54 PM |
Petyr Gallican -
Petyr looks around his apartment, deciding its time to get the hell out of dodge. He looks for any pack he could use to carry some items and food and munitions. He searched for any melee weapon he could use as well, knowing that things might get sticky.
(Side note - Does Petyr know him neighbors?) |
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| 26 Nov 2014 08:24 PM |
Name: Jack Lach
/-\ge: 21
Gender: Male
Appearance: Brown, short, boring hair. Untanned and pale. Moderate height. Moderate build.
Personality: Self-absorbed, timid, unreliable.
Bio: [Optional] -
(Nationality: Fedred) |
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| 26 Nov 2014 09:35 PM |
Name: Tyler Jakes
/-\ge: 36
Gender: M
Appearance: Brown hair, and a brown beard that's well kept, brown eyes, white skin, 5'8 and 152 lbs.
Personality: Aggressive, but merciful.
Bio: [Optional] uh, idk
Nationality: Brunswierian
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| 27 Nov 2014 02:06 AM |
Name: Tom Dixon
/-\ge: 24
Gender: Male Appearance: He stands at roughly six feet and is some what in shape. He isn't fat but he also doesn't have any defined muscles. He is pale skinned and has short black hair alongside brown eyes.
Personality: Solo-minded, quiet, narcissistic, rude, mean.
Race: Emperian |
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Riku1257
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| 27 Nov 2014 08:25 AM |
[Super; Yes, Petyr would most likely know his neighbors. However, whether or not they are still around (or alive) remains to be seen.]
[Gas/Sheen/b0b; Accepted.]
-Tess-
You don't really find much else.
-Gallican-
You find a small backpack, a couple bottles of water, three tins of food, a couple bags of chips, and your Light Pistol. You also have an extra magazine to go in it.
-Lach-
You are currently inside your apartment. You have had the good fortune to live in an area that hasn't fallen apart completely. However, geographically, you're not in a good place at all. You'll have to wade through thousands of infected to escape.
Your apartment consists of a bedroom, a bathroom, and a livingroom. A radio sits in the kitchen and a old black and white TV set in the living room. You currently possess an Autoloading Pistol with a couple magazines as well.
-Jakes-
You currently reside in you home in what could be considered the "High-Rent-District" of Wellington. As such the streets are somewhat clearer than most. This is not likely to last. Starting about a day or so ago, the infected began being drawn from other parts of the city towards your area. This lowers your probability of stationary survival drastically.
You possess an Automatic Revolver.
-Dixon-
You currently reside on the roof of your apartment building. You went up there to see if you could hail one of the many helicopters always buzzing around. Either they haven't seen you, or have pretended not to. You get the distinct feeling that it is the latter.
You currently possess a Light Pistol.
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| 27 Nov 2014 08:34 AM |
| I decide that there's really no chance, at this point, that the others are alive, so I head out after reloading my revolver. I plan on finding some better weapons, perhaps an ally and supplies in order to get the hell out of Wellington. |
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Riku1257
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| 27 Nov 2014 08:53 AM |
-Tess-
You exit the building onto the street.
It is apparent that looters have been in the area, as many buildings up and down the street have windows smashed. A couple are currently in the process of burning down. Several car wrecks span the street, a few of the cars are on fire as well. A helicopter, you dont know if it's police or military, buzzes overhead. The automatic gunfire that usually hear seems to have stopped. You see some people meandering down the road, they don't seem to have taken notice of you.
Yet. |
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| 27 Nov 2014 09:11 AM |
| I take out my revolver from it's holster and attempt to sneak around the people. If they attack me, I prepare myself for the assault in order to have the best chance of surviving. On top of that, since it's evident that the looters have been here, I head down the street (In the opposite direction of the people) to see if there are any un-looted places I can get my gear. If so, I'll immediately take it and move on. |
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| 27 Nov 2014 09:12 AM |
Marked for some reason I cant get the pp to run. |
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| 27 Nov 2014 10:26 AM |
-Tess-
You go down the street.
Most of the stores are looted fairly well, and those that aren't are on fire. While you are looking for lootable areas, one of the people turns around. He lets out a loud groan, then begins shuffling in your direction. The others turn as well and do the same. |
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