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| 21 Aug 2011 12:16 AM |
Audio Log No. 589:
This is the year- Hell, i forgot the year.
[Scoffing is heard in the background]
I really can't imagine how the cities are doing. We've heard no word from the Director, or anyone from the outside. We've been stuck in this facility too long. It keeps us from the Plauge, though.
[Frantic chatter is heard from the background]
Okay, well. Something bad is happening, we're losing power to the core- Ramsey! Check the damn Reactor!
This is Lieutenant Dray M. Philips signing off.
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Rules: Do what Admins or myself say. ONLY I CAN CHOOSE ADMINS. No Ubering, guys. You will be automatically kicked from the RP. No Romance, School's bad enough as it is. No super blasting, dual-wielding heavy weapons. Seriously.
You follow the rules, i be nice. DEAL?!
If you read the rues, put: "I am awake"
DA BIG DOODZ Chaseer3 - (I trust him a whole lot, he and I planned this together.) SeamusBlox - (He's a pretty funny dood.) Xtra - (Chase's ALT.) MoppyTheIntense6 - (DA BIGGEST UBER FPS MW 2 TRYHARD IN DA WURLD. Sucka'.)
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Name: A.ge: Appearance: (Physical appearance- Hair, Eyes, Body Shape, ect.) Clothing: (Seriously, you need help on THIS?) Armor: (I dunno. Nothing to overpowered, please.) Bio: Skills: (Admins can put as many things as they want, as long as it's not TOO overpowered.
Primary: (Assault Rifle- LMG- SMG- Ect.) Secondary: (Machine Pistol- Shotty- Sidearm- Melee- Ect.) Equipment: (Explosives- Ect.) Special Equipment: (Defribulators- Putty Explosives- Ect.) Armor Abilities: (Same as Skills, Admins.)
U HAZ FUN K? |
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| 21 Aug 2011 12:35 AM |
(Add rank somewhere around Bio.)
Name: Dray M. Philips A.ge: 35 Appearance: Amerasian - Dark Brown Eyes - Average Build - 6' 5" - 168 lbs. - Asian Tatoos covering shoulder all the way down arms. Clothing: Casual Fitted Jeans, torn around knees a bit. Purple zip-up jacket. Faded Lime-Green Mountain Dew Shirt (Dray was addicted. :P) Adidas, Sambas. White Adidas socks. Armor: -Later to be gained- Bio: -Later to be told- Rank: Lieutenant Skills: AR - SMG - LMG - Melee - Explosives - Spotting - Tactical Plotting - General Smarts - Hacking - Ect.
I will use the weapons from Aliens vs Predator. Da game.
Primary: M4A1 / 2 Pulse Rifle - ZX-76 Shotgun Secondary: VP78 Pistol - Shortened Katana Equipment: Semtex - Frag grenades. Special Equipment: Motion Sensor - Mobile Battery - Pack full of supplies Armor Abilities: - TO BE FOUND LATOR - |
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| 21 Aug 2011 12:52 AM |
Name: Aaron R. Vandergutt A.ge: 28 Appearance: Caucasian. Deep blue eyes. Average build and height. Dark brown hair, short. Clothing: Wears a tight-fitting black shirt. Deep Blue jeans. Black military grade boots. Has numerous bandages wrapped around his right arm, his left wrist, and stiches down the left side of his face. Armor: -Wears later- Bio: -Finds out later- Skills: Common smarts, Science, Medicine, Repairing things, Endurance. Works better with Sidearms.
Primary: -None- Secondary: VP78 Pistol w/ Laser sights. Equipment: Stimpacks - basic healing kit. Special Equipment: Defib unit. Armor Abilities: -Worn later-
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chaseer3
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| 21 Aug 2011 12:53 AM |
| ( I forgot, his rank is Corporal. ) |
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| 21 Aug 2011 01:03 AM |
| (We can start tomorrow. The pistol has a burst-fire too.) |
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| 21 Aug 2011 01:06 AM |
| (Too lazy to make my CS, I'll do it tomorrow.) |
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zacaris
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| 21 Aug 2011 01:10 AM |
Name: Allen McDafford
A.ge: 29
Appearance: Brown military-cut hair, brown eyes, Caucasian, 5' 8", 192 lbs. Clothing: Simple white t-shirt and blue jeans. Armor: -Earned later-
Bio: -Classified, revealed later-
Rank: Private First Class
Skills: Small Guns, Small Talk, Explosives
Primary: Fists Secondary: M9 Beretta Special Equipment: HE Grenades Armor Abilities: -NA, Data Classified- |
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| 21 Aug 2011 12:13 PM |
| ('Cepted, bro. Wait for Chase to come online before i start it.) |
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| 21 Aug 2011 09:19 PM |
Dray "Ramsey," I started him in the eyes, "Where's Aaron?"
Ramsey "Watch-tower, Sir!"
Dray "Alright, get the others ready for anything. Load up the supplies into the shuttle- I'll get Aaron," I stated, "Authorization, or not. Somthing is bound to happen, we need to get outa' here." As Ramsey ran off, i made my way to the watch-tower. "Aaron, get down here!" I called up the ladder. No response. "Aaron, I know you can hear me!" |
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chaseer3
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| 21 Aug 2011 09:25 PM |
Aaron
Static filled the headphones. A few weird noises, and what sounded like muffled human voices, also came up over the frequency. I looked back up, outside of the Watch-tower. Nothing was coming. It's not like anyone could find us, either. This is a remote, secluded facility. Military-grade, the best kind.
I heard a voice calling, but it wasn't from the headphones. I pulled my right hand from my small journal, leaving my pencil rolling on the paper. "Yeah? What is it?" I called down. |
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| 21 Aug 2011 09:30 PM |
Dray "The reactor's flipping out. Ramsey think's it's some sort of radiation wave. One of those different storms. The Reactor seems to be overloading. We're loading up to take off." |
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chaseer3
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| 21 Aug 2011 09:37 PM |
Aaron
"The reactor? Alright, Let's head out. I'm already good to go, lemme just grab my stuff," I called back down.
I swiveled back in my chair towards the desk. I pulled the headphones closer, listening to any last minute things from any of the major cities. I tuned in to Chicago.
"Death count...over ten thousand...quarantined..." Was all I could hear. It wasn't easy to get state-of-the-art communications equipment anymore. I didn't feel like listening to any more. I had already heard the official statement from D.C., and that was nearly three million dead in just over ten months.
I set the headphones on the table. I reached over and turned off the equipment. These things weren't going to be helpful where we were going. I wrote a few last digits in my Journal, then concluded the entry with my own signature. I snatched it up with the pencil and stuffed them both into my back pocket.
I turned around and headed down the ladder, hurrying towards Dray. "Ten thousand dead in Chicago, so they say. That just might be today," I said to him morbidly. |
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| 21 Aug 2011 09:42 PM |
Dray "I was raised in Chicago..." I said sadly, "Anyways. We got enough supplies to last us long. If one family with a multi-millionare father could live- A multi-BILLIONARE company, with few men left can make it. They put in so much money to make this happen. |
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chaseer3
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| 21 Aug 2011 09:46 PM |
Aaron
"It's too bad the men who actually made this thing died before they could see it in use. Let's hope it's better than the prototype. Don't want that happening to us," I said, smiling. I headed towards my room, and snatched my things. It wasn't much, I was used to quickly running from place to place. The thing that was killing everyone was hard to evade, unless you evaded everyone else too.
I hurried back to where Dray and the others were. "So, how are the preperations coming? I'm ready to leave this sick rock behind me." |
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| 21 Aug 2011 09:59 PM |
(Looks great, haven't seen something like this in awhile.)
Name: Alexander Luciano A.ge: 30 Appearance: Alexander is a tan-ish colored man, his mother being Spanish, and his father being Canadian. He has a somewhat large build, nothing outrageously large, but noticeable. He has dark brown eyes, which at time to time, seem pitch black. He doesn't have much hair, in fact, it's nearly all gone. He has a buzz-cut. (Anything I'm forgetting?)
Clothing: Hunting clothing, actually. Long, six-pocket camouflaged pants, a plain white t-shirt, and a camouflaged hunting jacket. (I honestly didn't know what to put. Don't ask..) Armor: Later to be gained. Bio: Later to be revealed. Skills: Marksmanship, Repairs, Somewhat proficient in explosives, and Spotting.
Primary: M240L (the 'L' stands for a lightened edition, the frame is made of a different material the regular model.) Secondary: Beretta 85F (Satin Nickel finish, .380 ACP. :D) Equipment: (2x) Porcupine Anti-Infantry Grenades. (Not sure if you'll allow this, but, if not, then just regular HE Grenades.) Special Equipment: (Nothing? I feel like that's all I need.) |
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| 21 Aug 2011 10:02 PM |
| (You're accepted. Sorry, but i have school tomorrow. So we'll wait until i get off until we continue.) |
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| 21 Aug 2011 11:31 PM |
Name: Jack Sullivan A.ge: 32 Appearance: Brown buzz cut hair, greens eyes, some blue in there too, medium frame. Clothing: (Seriously, you need help on THIS?(Nope)) Camo short sleve and shorts.. Armor: (I dunno. Nothing to overpowered, please.) Worn kevler. Bio: Worked as an electrition when he was 18, then when he was fired for accidently killing 12 people when a wire fell into a pool. Then he did lumber work for a few years, then he cut a tree that fell on two people, needless two say got fired. Then, when he turned 21, he treid to join the army, but since he killed 14 people in accidents over the course of 3 years, they decided I wasn't fit for the job, so he did odd jobs until now. Rank: Lt. Skills: Electronics, melee, and computers (He good at stuff that has to do with those things)
Primary: SCAR-H Secondary: Sawn-off shotgun Equipment: 2 flash granades Special Equipment: 4 charges of C4 Armor Abilities: (Same as Skills, Admins.)
Im awake, deal with it :P |
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| 22 Aug 2011 08:20 PM |
| (Oh, forgot to mention this. No ranks above Sargent. Unless you're a admin.) |
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chaseer3
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| 22 Aug 2011 08:33 PM |
Aaron
"Good. I'll go set my stuff in my quarters," I told Dray. I followed a few other people inside The Last Hope. It was a glamorous ship. Sleek, painted black, and it was damn fast. The entire budget for the Space Programs in the last ten years were spent on making this baby.
The name of the ship must've been fate. Between the wars on Earth for oil, and the Plague, this really is our last hope for survival.
My boots clattered along the steel pathway into the ship, and inside the ship. After a few minutes, we had reached the Crew's Quarters. Each person picked a room and sat their stuff down. I had picked room #3 earlier today. I opened the door, and threw my suitcase near a dresser. I would arrange everything later. For now, I had to prepare plenty of things for our flight. |
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LoganB
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| 22 Aug 2011 08:50 PM |
(Am I too late you make CS?)
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| 22 Aug 2011 08:52 PM |
Dray I'd already set my stuff in my room, it was nothing special. Regular hypersleep chamber, regular weapons cache. Regualar closet. I ran my hand down the glass cover on the hypersleep chamber. It was a beauty. Amazing how much they would pay for the last few men to survive. We where all immune to the Plauge, there was no way we'd get killed by that.
As i slowly walked into the coc.kpit, it reminded me of the prototype. Lost me an arm. I held up my right arm, pure titanium alloy. The same they used for this very ship. I left my room, and walked straight across. I pressed a button on the doorframe, and entered the room.
"So, Aaron," I said leaning against the doorframe, "Like the money they spent on you?" |
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