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| 22 Oct 2012 08:21 AM |
PLOT:
It is year 2014. A scientist who intended to help the earth, Dr. Craig Esenwein, only helped create a monster of technology. He had created millions of machines used to defend us from danger. Super computers, and giant metal figures that spit fire and steel. But after what seems like a virus changes them to turn against man, it seems there is no hope left. We have little weaponery, not enough food or water, and not enough clothing. We need to annihilate this of the world; to be free again.
CS: N.ame: Gerald Skyes Gender: Male Nickn.ame: (Optional) The General Weaponery: (Three) Desert eagle, a small dagger, and an AK-47. A.ge: 21 Other things: Bandoiler, and some paper.
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CS: N.ame: Gender: Nickn.ame: (Optional) Weaponery: (Three) A.ge: Other things:
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Rules:
No godmodding whatsoever. No weapon changing (Once in a while if we find a vault of weaponery or something, you know..) No trolling
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Locations:
New York City: A nearly destroyed city that was once our finest. There are some buildings still standing, but they are easily destroyed.
The Underground: A hidden outpost. Used for refreshing yourself, our meetings, and such. Once someone comes in, they can only stay in for limited time.
The Farm: Usually our sniping post, but not used too often.
The Land Of The Gore: The land where the machines are usually concealed, or hiding. VERY dangerous zone.
Vermont: A state in ruins. A place where the machines usually least expect us, so we go together.
(If you want to go anywhere else, PM me.)
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| 22 Oct 2012 09:07 AM |
| I SHALT FACEPALM ALL OF YOU IF NO POSTS. |
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| 22 Oct 2012 09:32 AM |
CS: N.ame: Mark Gauge Gender: Male Nickn.ame: (Optional) Weaponery: (Three) Pistol, Katana, Rocket Launcher A.ge: Fifteen Other things: Bandoiler, water, crackers
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| 22 Oct 2012 09:37 AM |
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Mark
It's been a year since the machines created by Esenwein betrayed us. I was hiding in a building in New York City, eating my stale crackers and drinking my bland water. I felt a rumble. "Damn... must be another one of those machines from hell," I muttered, grabbing my rocket launcher. "All right metal heads, come get me!" I screamed. |
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| 22 Oct 2012 09:41 AM |
Mark
I watched as a giant machine with a drill penetrating itself burrow out of the red, bleeding Earth. I watched as a turret slowly moved out of it's steel head. It opened fire.
I quickly ducked, dodging the bullets that kept creating holes in the wall. When it stopped firing, I placed a rocket in the launcher, and fired at it.
KABEWM
The smoke cleared, and it still stood. It opened fire once again, shooting my arm.
"God dammit!" I screamed, collapsing in pain.
The machine moved toward me. |
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| 22 Oct 2012 09:44 AM |
Gerald
I heard what sounded like machine guns firing. I quickly ran out of my haven with my AK-47 in my hands. A burrower was making it's way toward a farm, with a teenager inside.
"How the hell do kids get into these messes?" I asked myself, shooting it. |
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| 22 Oct 2012 10:24 AM |
CS: N.ame: Jason Sanders Gender:Male Nickn.ame: (Optional) L.T. Weaponery: (Three) Scar H, Berretta 9mm, katana A.ge: 25 Other things: Jason Sanders is a soldier in the US military, after a few tours her decided to stay in Japan for a while where he learned how to use a katana and other forms of martial arts. Jason is a natural leader and skilled fighter, typically unmatched in a 1v1 battle. When the Uprising began he made his way back to the US where he has been leading a small but effective strike team. |
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| 22 Oct 2012 10:27 AM |
| (Accepted, you are admin. Begin when you want!) |
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| 22 Oct 2012 10:33 AM |
Mark
"What the HELL is THAT?" I asked myself. There was an airship above. A big one. I watched as its bay doors opened, and dropped gunner machines.
"Damn.." I muttered.
I aimed my pistol at them, not that a tiny gun like this would do much damage.
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| 22 Oct 2012 11:16 AM |
CS: (I added a few things for detail that you forgot) N.ame: Adam Luke Evanson Gender: Male Nickn.ame: Apple Appearence: Ragged white "Vans" T-shirt, grey skate shoes, dark blue fabric jeans, "Monster" hat Weaponery: Dented crowbar, ridged steel pipe (like Robin's) A.ge: 19 Other things: Half-full bottle of water, 2 slabs of raw pork, picture of family, skateboard Location: Vermont |
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| 22 Oct 2012 11:27 AM |
| Patience is futile... URRRRGHHHHH... |
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| 22 Oct 2012 11:30 AM |
| I'm gonna explode in abouACCEPTMEALREADYYOUPIECEOFCATDUNG sorry. |
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| 22 Oct 2012 11:33 AM |
(Accepted)
Mark
The machine gunners landed, making a huge boom. "Holy!" I screamed, running away. I heard the gunner machines open fire at me. I don't know how I managed to stay clear of it. I found a sniper on the ground, but with no ammo. I quickly picked it up, and rushed to a small cavern. I heard this cavern lead to Vermont. I loaded the sniper rifle in case I needed it. "Hot damn!" I cried. There was a bright light from behind me. |
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| 22 Oct 2012 11:37 AM |
Apple
"What the f-?!" I was blasted away by a large explosion next to me. Half of my arm was burnt badly. "Oh man, that hurts..." The machine stood over me, its red eyes glaring like fire. Its arm raised to point at my eyes. I could imagine it saying that Terminator line: "Asta la vistia, baby." I closed my eyes and heard the sound of metal clanking in front of me. A voice came. "Get up." |
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| 22 Oct 2012 11:38 AM |
Mark
"Get up!" I repeated.
"Who the hell are you?" I demanded at the stranger. |
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| 22 Oct 2012 11:40 AM |
| (Gonna wait until someone else joins to save me :3) |
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| 22 Oct 2012 11:41 AM |
(Oh nvm) Apple
I grabbed his hand, trembling. "Apple." He looked younger than me, but mroe serious. A small scar flared next to his eye. |
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| 22 Oct 2012 11:43 AM |
"You look like you've been through some sh-" I remembered the rule at home. I always stopped at the start of a rude word. House rule. I had lived all of my life in my home at Renville, that sunny little town. My mother took care of me and she was waaay overprotective. |
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