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Re: Iɴsᴜʀɢᴇɴᴛs: Fᴏᴜʀᴛʜ Dᴀᴡɴ ( Post-Apocalyptic Free-Roam )
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| 23 May 2015 05:11 PM |
► Project Exclusion Log 001, Day 001 - Brook Laboratories
"Patient 07830-A has been moved to the Roswell facility in Washington D.C., due to violent behavior. DNA statistics suggest mutation is imminent and may occur soon. Patient 07830-A was injected with Serum C-Minor to show sadistic traits and place him in a dangerous environment with live ammunition to observe reaction.
Although, the scientist which has now been leaved, Dr. Clemons, injected a unidentified solution into Patient 07830-A's bloodstream. Upon examining the patient's DNA, the solution was multiple genomes into one singular genome. Mutation could end up in the patient becoming somewhat invincible. Further research needs to be conducted to determine what could possibly happen. "
► Project Exclusion Log 382, Day 351 - Brook Laboratories
"A record of Patient 07830-A came into the lab today. It states nothing has occurred to Patient 07830-A and its behavior has actually improved since leaving our laboratories. Our CEO has hired an investigator to visit the labs as a friendly laboratory employee to deliver a package.
Supposed reports of the Central Intelligence Agency interrogating Dr. Clemons on the genome inserted into Patient 07380-A's genetic makeup. Dr. Clemons has been rumored to have made no official response yet aside from "an experimental substance".
After research for almost a year now, we've decided that the genome consists of Tardigrade DNA, Serpentes, and Acinonyx jubatus. This could lead to a very durable and dangerous unnatural hybrid."
► Project Onyx Log 4376, Day 1736 - Roswell Facility
"Patient 07380A-1 is a success. The mid-aged adolescent male has mutated and been tested for performance. We'll deliver the test subject to General Odierno as per requested.
As reward, the previously classified weapons technology has been delivered by Epsilon Laboratories."
► Roswell Facility - EMERGENCY LOG
"A group of armed male adolescents have broken into the lab. They've killed nearly everyone and hacked into the camera feed to project regular employee routines. They're currently trying to break through the PlexiGlass and murder us. They've jammed communication systems around the lab and to our security team in the next building.
Motive for the attack is unknown but they're searching through the file cabinets our computer hard drives. Our Head Scientist suggests they were hired by a mysterious entity over our success with Patient 07380A-1."
Pʟᴏᴛ: The United States military hired an independent laboratory named Brooks Laboratories for something called Project Exclusion to make an army of non-thinking, sadistic, killing machines that would be placed on the battlefield.
After being unpleased with Brooks' efforts, they decided to hire Doctor L. Clemons to inject a serum developed by the Roswell Facility along with a chemical to make him behave with hostility. It was successful and at the Roswell Facility, the patient was given an antidote for his behavior.
After a successful attempt to use the original patient's DNA to create a new mutation within a second subject, a group of government conspirators attacked the lab after hacking into it's import records. Their goal was to discover Patient 07380A-1's, the second patient, existence.
They ended up stealing over one thousand classified documents and gave them to WikiLeaks for the entire world to see. This sparked a conflict between multiple of the United States' allies and with its population itself.
This resulted in a civil war. One side was against this not being known to the public and what other things that the government is hiding from them and then there's the military and people who believe that the public shouldn't know about certain things.
The United States also lost many of it's allies and in fact gained twice as more enemies. Britain and Japan even went out to declare war on the United States. Russia took this opportunity of turmoil to nuke the United States.
With all of this, the once great United States has now become a wasteland in a civil-war with enemies attacking it left and right.
Kɪᴛs:
Prepper - Congratulations, you've survived the apocalypse and still have a decent amount of supplies. You've been preparing for doomsday for a long time, people have called you crazy, but those people are dead now. You have a bug-out bag, a decent amount of food, and some weapons. Although these materials would last you a good while, you've also been training hard physically to be ready to do some epic parkour or swim underwater for a long time.
Perks: ● Can carry up to 75 more pounds than any other kit. ● Starts off with a primary gun. ● Starts off with enough food to last two days. ● Starts off with better equipment. (Nightvision, walkie-talkies, etc.) ● Is in more shape than other kits except Athlete. ● Can carry more items with bug-out bag. ● Has more knowledge about surviving in the wilderness thanks to handbooks.
Brute- Ah bro, you have these freaking Mt. Everests instead of biceps and rocking iron abs. You were that person who got all the sugar in high-school. Good for you. Sucks you had to repeat ninth grade twice though. Psh, who cares, you got that job as a model that you always said you would be and show those nerdy losers that you'd make more money. Now you're all big and tough and charismatic and stuff that you can bully whoever you want. Although, you didn't prepare for the apocalypse.
Perks: ● Has a large boost in physical strength. ● Very charismatic and can persuade people more easily. ● Can get through obstacles more easily. ● Can climb faster than most other kits. ● Has 10% more money than most of the other kits. ● Is more endurable that all of the other kits.
Doctor- Yes, doctor? We need you in room 111- oh what am I talking about, you don't work in a hospital anymore! You've went to all the medical schools and are cool and all that jazz. Although, while you WERE a doctor, you got TONS of money. I mean TONS thanks to all of those outrageous medical bills. You're easily the medic in the group and the one who can perform surgery on the field if necessary.
Perks:
● Although weaker than most kits, you have a greater knowledge about medical science. ● You have the most money out of all of the kits. ● Can perform surgery during a battle or whenever needed. ● Can prescribe self and perform on self. ● Is easily the most persuasive. I mean... you'd have to be REALLY good at swerving people's emotions if you're getting over $60k per day. ● Can use medical tools with precision. ● Is very intelligent.
Athlete- C'mon, you only got twenty more yards... yes! Yes! You did it! You ran six miles without stopping once! Oh boy do your feet hurt though. You're the athlete, the one that's good at everything, the fittest of the fit, yada yada yada. You've at least participated in three different sports at once, excelling at all of them. Plus you were the fastest out of the entire seventh grade back in Middle School, am I right? You also got that athletics scholarship for college and got even MORE money there! You finally went professional, got all famous and stuff. But it's the apocalypse now and your adoring fans aren't going to throw bouquets of roses at you anymore. No, they're going to try to kill you.
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● Is the fittest kit. ● Can run the fastest. ● Is college educated. ● Can pick from 3 sports and get skills from them. (I.E: Boxing = Fighting) ● Knows important people which could be essential for help if they're not dead already. ● Has the largest sum of stamina. ● Can catch a seventeenth wind before having to stop.
Joe- Hey Joe, and by Joe, I mean the Average Joe. You're, no, you WERE just a normal civilian waking up every morning to go to the office, get yelled at by your boss, and then come home to find out you're all out of microwave dinners. Occasionally after saving up enough money to go party every with your friends on the weekends. Nah, but it's the apocalypse now. I know, I know, it makes life suck even more.
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● Life got better because your boss died. ● You bought a dog because you got all lonely and depressed. You trained him to attack on command. ● Has a proper education. ● Is decently averaged within everything. ● Has friends.
Nature Lover- Hey! Stop cutting down that tree you fascist! Oh... hi! You're that one person in fifth grade who became a vegan because they figured out that McDonalds put their livestock in crude environments. What a baby. Anyways, you've became well aware of how to gain almost any animal's trust and although you hate it, what you can use multiple plants for. You've since blamed everything on Man for the world's problems making you not that very sociable with people who have different ideologies.
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● Knows more about plants than most people. ● Can easily befriend animals. ● Is healthier and can live longer due to eating so many non-processed foods. ● Knows a lot of secrets about plants and animals that most people don't. ● Knows how to farm. ● Can determine what food is poisonous and what's not.
Hacker- Lol I am a l33t hacker. Anonymous tried to recruit me but I denied them because they didn't pay me enough Doritos®. I once sold a hacked Xbox One to someone in Australia for four-hundred U.S. dollars! I think their CoD name was Chilean. You're the guy who learned C++ in Sixth grade and Java in Seventh and finally how to code in Eighth. You've learned how to use USB drives and your smartphone to hack into anything. Even things without a USB port. You're truly the one that's always been technologically inclined.
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● Can use compact devices to bring down an entire computer. ● Knows Java, C++, and how to code a computer. ● Very intelligent. ● Has the ability to gain access to almost anything. ● Once hacked into the NSA and didn't get caught. (The NSA got hacked A LOT.)
Cowboy- Howdy there, partner! You know how the bumping of riding on a horse's back feels like and you've adjusted to it. You've been on a ranch almost your entire life. This has gained you quite a tan. Your daddy occasionally took you out to the firin' range with his buddies and you got to feel the recoil of a rifle knock you back. The more you went, the better your aim became. You've also taken a liking to farmin' which is great in case of the apocalypse and you need to create a subsistence farm, am I right?
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● Good with guns. ● Can farm well. ● Can make friends easily. ● Good with lassos. ● Comfortable, even preferring horseback riding. ● Can keep livestock comfortable to gain more food. ● Can gain 40% more product from farming.
Fᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴs:
●Retributionists- A group of people offended that the government was one, testing on humans, and two, not telling anyone about their secrets. They got so mad that they decided to take up arms and actively defy the government. They control most of the land in the United States. What remains of the United States' government labels the rebels as terrorists.
Their banner is a closed fist with open doors on the wrist to represent that they're powerful and have no secrets.
●Government/Military/Loyals- What remains of the United States' government and civilians who believe that the public shouldn't know about certain things out of their own protection. They're mostly focused in the two states that have provided the most soldiers. Florida and Maine. They also still control Washington D.C. but the president has fled to Florida.
Their government/military uses the United States' flag and the Loyals use a golden trident with a United States flag limp straight below the prongs.
●The French Republic
●The United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland
●The Russian Federation
Rᴜʟᴇs Ⅰ- Do not metagame. Ⅱ- Do not godmod. Ⅲ- Do not power-play. Ⅳ- You cannot have more than two characters at once. Ⅴ- Obey my rules only. Ⅵ- Don't make your characters perfect.
Cʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ Sʜᴇᴇᴛ: Nᴀᴍᴇ: Aɢᴇ: Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: Bɪᴏɢʀᴀᴘʜʏ: ( Most make sense with your Kit. If Athlete, it's only optional to chose three sports you played in. ) Cᴏᴍᴘᴀɴɪᴏɴs: ( Only Joes can have dogs. ) Aᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ: ( Make it very detailed please. ) Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ: ( Most make sense with your Kit. ) Sᴋɪʟʟs: ( If Athlete, must make sense with the sport you picked. Iɴᴠᴇɴᴛᴏʀʏ: ( Can only carry up to 25lbs except Preppers, they can carry up to 100lbs. ) Wᴇᴀᴘᴏɴs: ( Only Preppers can have a primary. ) Eᴛʜɴɪᴄɪᴛʏ: ( I.E; African-American, Hawaiian, Chinese, etc. ) Kɪᴛ: Oᴛʜᴇʀ:
King of Thayca! | God of Yitheris | Lieutenant Jeffé of the Intergalactic Empire | Detective of RP | |
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| 23 May 2015 05:26 PM |
mark mark mark gonna shoot you right down take you in my awms im in wuv with you luv dat is tru mark mark mark |
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| 23 May 2015 06:05 PM |
Cʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ Sʜᴇᴇᴛ:
Nᴀᴍᴇ: Henry Bergfalk
Aɢᴇ: 43
Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: M
Bɪᴏɢʀᴀᴘʜʏ: Henry Bergfalk moved into America on from Sweden when he was about twenty years old, in order to get a job in the automotive industry. He had settled for a heavy and industrial vehicles company, and after eleven years he had managed to get into the Chief Marketing Officer position. By then, the company had secured many contracts, and Henry got the best of it, pursuing a moderately wealthy lifestyle of NFA firearms and prepping jokes.
Cᴏᴍᴘᴀɴɪᴏɴs: N/A Aᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ: Henry has a well-trimmed, black beard, which has a chevron mustache in the middle and thin sideburns. Henry has a somewhat flat top, which is also well trimmed. Complementing this, he has blue eyes, bushy eyebrows, and has a compact, stereotypical military build, consisting of stubby, strong limbs, and a square-like chest.
Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ: Generally a very formal guy, who is also pretty intelligent. He also can't stand not getting his way, as his job spoiled him. Though, when put under high amounts of pressure, he will make stupid decisions and come to quick conclusions.
Sᴋɪʟʟs: Wᴇᴀᴘᴏɴs: Accuracy International AWM chambered in .300 Winchester Magnum, one magazine with twelve spare rounds, which has a bipod and 8x rifle scope, automatic CZ-75 with wooden grips, two 16 round magazines, eight spare rounds. Six MREs, two water bottles, and, of course, the bugout bag.
Eᴛʜɴɪᴄɪᴛʏ: Swedish
Kɪᴛ: Prepper
Oᴛʜᴇʀ: Government loyal/wannabe hero. Probably overpowered, but the kit allows waht the kit allows, and the kit allows all but an ample amount of water. |
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roquinha9
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| 23 May 2015 06:06 PM |
(Marked. I will create a CS soon.)
Obvious troll is obvious. |
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| 23 May 2015 06:10 PM |
| markaroni and cheese for you |
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| 23 May 2015 06:33 PM |
(Henry accepted. You may start wherever you want to start. BTW, I like your primary. ;3)
King of Thayca! | God of Yitheris | Lieutenant Jeffé of the Intergalactic Empire | Detective of RP | |
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| 23 May 2015 07:04 PM |
(thanks, also, for some weird reason it didn't post my skills, even though I did put them there. also, I'm just waiting on a friend to join.)
Skills: Shooting at long distances, basic running, organization, speaking Swedish, leadership, and hiking. |
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| 23 May 2015 07:27 PM |
| [Marked and fixing to make a C.S. It's also going to be VERY detailed.] |
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| 23 May 2015 09:55 PM |
Cʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ Sʜᴇᴇᴛ:
Nᴀᴍᴇ: Cierra A. Livingston Aɢᴇ: 28 Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: F Bɪᴏɢʀᴀᴘʜʏ: The Livingston's immigrated to the US during the Irish potato famine, they worked odd jobs for a few generations before they struck not so poor in the investment business. Her parents took over the company and hire her to do simple jobs, due to her lack of a college degree. Little do they know she has been stealing funds from the companies's account since she could have a bank account. Ever since 9/11 she felt as if the worst was about to come, so she started prepping. Due to her lack of funds she had she spent most of her money on her prized possession. Cᴏᴍᴘᴀɴɪᴏɴs: None Aᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ: Cierra's Irish ancestor's looks were strong with her generation, she stands at 5'7 with light red hair that she wears at shoulder length. Her green eyes and high cheekbones dotted with freckles makes her undoubtedly Irish looking. Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ: Cierra is a generally calm person, sometimes to a fault. Her calmness is often mistaken for not caring which has led to many ill opinions being formed about her. Her being so calm sometimes can be her bane when it comes to making quick decisions without knowing about the situation. Sᴋɪʟʟs: Running / Basic Crafting / Marksmenship / Basic First Aid Iɴᴠᴇɴᴛᴏʀʏ: Two IMP Rations, Two Water Bottles, A small personal first aid kit, a box of .308 ammunition, a box of 9mm ammunition,a Range Finder, and a picture of her family. Wᴇᴀᴘᴏɴs: KelTec RFB, fitted with a bipod and SR-8C optic, along with a Polish-made Makarov PM. The RFB has two twenty-round magazines, one of which is half full, and the Makarov has an ample set of three full magazines. Eᴛʜɴɪᴄɪᴛʏ: Irish / American Oᴛʜᴇʀ: Sorry about the bio, its not my best please cut me some slack. Kɪᴛ: Prepper
For this is the end, nor am I of it. |
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| 23 May 2015 10:44 PM |
( Cierra accepted. You may start wherever. I guess I'll make my CS in a bit. )
King of Thayca! | God of Yitheris | Lieutenant Jeffé of the Intergalactic Empire | Detective of RP | |
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| 24 May 2015 12:59 AM |
Nᴀᴍᴇ: Tyler Henderson Aɢᴇ: 21 to 24, give or take. Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: Male Bɪᴏɢʀᴀᴘʜʏ: Tyler was raised in a family of paranoids, so he was trained from a young age to survive numerous natural disasters, including nuclear fallout and tsunamis. Tyler was born and raised in Nebraska; the remains of it, at least. Cᴏᴍᴘᴀɴɪᴏɴs: A faithful rifle named Betty. Aᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ: 5' 11". 164 lbs. Covered in dirt and dried blood from the fallout. Wears a plain T-Shirt with some gym culture reference. Strong build. Brown eyes, blonde hair, and glasses. Wears cargo pants and hiking boots. Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ: Determined, Does what in the best interest for his group if he has one. Also, he is fairly stubborn and sticks to his ideas unless his ideology is proven wrong. Sᴋɪʟʟs: Has survival knowledge - can treat basic wounds such as cuts, and can set bones back into place, but not actually treat/remedy. Iɴᴠᴇɴᴛᴏʀʏ: Two days of canned food (~15 lbs) Gun (~9 lbs) Combat knife (~1 lb) Ammo (~10 lbs?) Bayonet (~1 lb) Water (~20 lbs) Crowbar (~10 lbs) assorted kit items ( ~15 lbs?) = ~81 lbs Wᴇᴀᴘᴏɴs: 1903 Springfield (received from grandfather) complete with bayonet. Eᴛʜɴɪᴄɪᴛʏ: Fourth generation British Kɪᴛ: Prepper Oᴛʜᴇʀ: Please explain to me how much each the ammo and assorted kit gear should weigh. I don't know much about guns and stuff. |
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| 24 May 2015 04:00 AM |
(A little too much preppers, xD)
Nᴀᴍᴇ: Clyde Adams
Aɢᴇ: 16
Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: M
Bɪᴏɢʀᴀᴘʜʏ: Clyde's history was of hardships and sweat, always preparing for the big game, or occasionally just trying to get on with the girl. Outraged with the governement's experiments, he's a downright Retributionist. Clyde cares for his associates, making note of any problems and trying to resort them, a good fella.
Cᴏᴍᴘᴀɴɪᴏɴs: N/A
Aᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ: Clyde stands at 165 cm, weighing around 62.7 kg. He has blonde hair, with black on a few strands. During the time of the apocalypse, he wears a black sports jacket with 4 pockets, beneath that, he wears a plain white Nike t-shirt. He wears black tracksuit bottoms with the generic white socks and white runners. He has blue eyeeeeees.
Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ: Always trying to help his friends in times of danger, he is caring, although in times of disagreement and feuds, he may be the centre of it. If opposed for too long, Clyde will lose it and act as if the whole world revolves around him, but this is just a chance if he has been yelled at for some time.
Sᴋɪʟʟs: Has a lot of stamina- runs for a long time before breaking down. Learned taekwondo from a young age- reliable fighter. Learnt weaponry management during time he trained with his instructor in taekwondo, so useful with any melee weapons he is familiar with, replica or not.
Iɴᴠᴇɴᴛᴏʀʏ: Three cans of beans, a spoon and fork, money that is now useless in his coat pockets, a useless phone, spare change of underwear.
Wᴇᴀᴘᴏɴs: Clyde starts off with a kitchen knife.
Eᴛʜɴɪᴄɪᴛʏ: Southern British.
Kɪᴛ: Athlete.
Oᴛʜᴇʀ: Clyde likes complaining about his dead phone, where recharging is practically impossible now.
(By the way, where do we start?)
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| 24 May 2015 04:05 AM |
| (Wait, Varien, the Irish Famine was in 1845 o.e) |
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| 24 May 2015 04:05 AM |
| (Wait, that was the Livingston's ancestors, didn't read the whole thing, sorry, slap me on the face, ow that hurt. That was embarrassing.) |
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nemanjak
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| 24 May 2015 06:00 AM |
"Russia took this opportunity of turmoil to nuke the United States."
You just pulled a J.R.R Tolkien solution to a story right there m8. Short and convenient like in a fairy tale.
Nᴀᴍᴇ: Isaac Kleiner (Ayyy references) Aɢᴇ: 34 Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ: M Bɪᴏɢʀᴀᴘʜʏ: Isaac was adopted at the age of 2 by Asiatic parents (stereotype incoming). As most parents, they wanted him to be happy and successful, mostly successful but still happy, and as such he rarely played with friends but he was a great student, so he had that going for him which was nice. Upon finishing high school in the great state of Nevada he got a scholarship for one of the most prestigious medical college, Harvard. He finished the college as one of the best students and quickly got a job making his parents proud for the first time in his life. Upon discovering that he was working for the people who also did some tests on humans (which he wasn't a part of) he quickly quit his job and joined the Retributionists. Cᴏᴍᴘᴀɴɪᴏɴs: NaN Aᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ: Isaac is a tall Caucasian male. He has absolutely no hair and wears some preeeetty nerdy glasses. He is mostly flesh and bones also. (Would I be bad at describing a criminal to the police or what?) Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ: Highly intelligent, very arrogant would be the easiest way to describe Isaac. Although he doesn't enjoy helping people, he will try to when he can. Ask him one question too many though, and watch his eyes burn with hatred every time you make eye contact for the next 2 days. Sᴋɪʟʟs: Iɴᴠᴇɴᴛᴏʀʏ: Medicinal bag (contains medicine, FAK, some equipment all in all 8kg), empty war canteen and a hunting knife. 25lbs=10kg Wᴇᴀᴘᴏɴs: Hunting knife Eᴛʜɴɪᴄɪᴛʏ: Caucasian Kɪᴛ: Doctor Oᴛʜᴇʀ: Taking one for the team and becoming the support role. PROTECT ME YA TWITS |
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Jin150
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| 24 May 2015 01:31 PM |
( Clyde accepted. You can start wherever you want. )
( Lol. Harvard Medical School comes after Harvard, which is a law school. And I wouldn't have allowed anyone to be apart of the two research teams that handled Patient 07830-A/07380A-1 anyway. Overall, Isaac is accepted. By the way, HL2 and all that exist. This is during the current general of the army's reign. I'd place this somewhere around 2023. )
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| 24 May 2015 01:57 PM |
| (Welp, I guess I need to remake my CS.) |
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| 24 May 2015 01:59 PM |
( Why? )
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| 24 May 2015 01:59 PM |
| (Well, nothing has been said about it - and looking back on it, I can find it kind of OP.) |
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| 24 May 2015 02:01 PM |
Precisonfire23
Joined: 23 Jul 2012 Total Posts: 5943 House Vaikos 05-24-2015 11:31 AM ( Clyde accepted. You can start wherever you want. )
Your character is Clyde Adams, right?
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| 24 May 2015 02:03 PM |
[ Yay, first post. ]
[ Henry Bergfalk ]
Henry steps up over the pile of rubble, overlooking the streets of what used to be a city. He has his prized possession, a .300 Winchester Magnum AW Magnum, which he bought just six months ago for a bargain price of $5,600, saving a decent thousand on his gun. Henry takes his finger off the trigger, then continues looking out into the distance. Just cars, trucks, bricks, and dust. Not a single sign of human life, unusual for the concrete jungle.
The man then steps down from the towering pile of bricks, back to the road, in the cover of a dilapidated Embassy, which stands two stores lower than it's original five due to the nukings. On the other side, stands a residential building caved in on the second floor, leaving a similar pile of rubble nearby. Henry steps toward the embassy, his holster and pack rattling by his side as he walks. He then opens up the gates of the embassy with a creak, scaring away a group of three pigeons.
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| 24 May 2015 02:30 PM |
[Cierra Livingston]
I stand near the entrance of the largest room in the embassy, what is speculated to have once held world leaders. My finger hovers near the trigger while the barrel of my prized KelTech RFB points toward the floor. Out of the corner my eyes I see black spot moving near the right wall of the room. I swing the battle rifle to my shoulder and peer down the scope to where I last saw it. My heart hammers in my chest and I take a deep breath, get a good look at my target, and realize that my target is not something in a lesser than living state. It is a rat, a big brown rat.
I breath a sigh of relief, and take a seat on the floor, trying to regain a normal heart rate.
For this is the end, nor am I of it. |
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| 24 May 2015 02:39 PM |
[ Henry Bergfalk ]
Henry heads up the path of the embassy, surrounded by hedges and stubby, black metal fences. He arrives at the fountain in the center of the courtyard, where there is a small pool of rainwater at the bottom of the concrete shell, kept in by a clogged drain. Henry continues his rattling stride up to the tall, wooden doors of the tan brick building. He opens up the left one, letting the rifle hang on his shoulders from the padded strap he has.
Entering the building, he draws his sidearm, an automatic CZ-75, one of his few NFA-zone firearms. With his finger off the trigger, he lumbers up down the central hallway, into the stairwell area. He then makes his way up the two flights of stairs onto the second floor, and heads into the main conference room.
"Ahoy, Cierra," He calls, in his raspy voice, staring at her through the shadows of the unlit building, letting his eyes adjust. |
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