Quilboar
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| 27 Oct 2012 03:19 PM |
[CONTINUE ON AS NORMAL, YOU CAN STILL SIGN UP IN THIS THREAD.]
[NOTE: Roleplay set in fictional modern universe similar to the real-world.]
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Welcome to the Central Republic.
Or, I suppose, what remains of it after the hundreds of hours of bombing runs and large-scale military engagements against the nation's own sickly denizens. The cause of this? A pestilence. An incurable pestilence. Derangement, slaughter and cannibalism is all too commonplace due to it.
What is responsible for all of this? Nobody knows. Most say it's either God, or the communists over in the Crimson Continuance. Still, it's best to stop wondering about things when the truth cannot be obtained.
The governmental intervention has quieted down now. Of course, society has not *technically* collapsed, yet, you think. A lone army chopper may buzz past once in a while, but other than that, you don't know.
Head out there.
You need to survive. You're just a normal man or woman. You have no enhancements other than the skills you learned before this all happened, so use them well.
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1. This is a free-choice. You choose what you want to do, and I choose whether you succeed.
2. You can die. There's a good chance that you will. No second chances. Other players can kill you as well.
3. The infected in this have varied speeds. However, there are no real "special infected" to worry about, but human enemies play a large role, both player and NPC.
4. You do NOT choose whether you succeed in doing a major action, or hit something.
5. What I say, goes. Don't argue.
6. You will be given a randomized location and supplies. You can pick your preferred profession FIELD your character is in, like, let's say Combat, but not your exact job. You might end up just being a security guard instead of something like an ex-spec ops.
7. You must eat, drink, sleep, and keep your head in order to survive. Stress CAN cause you to go insane or have your character kill himself.
8. Learn more. There is much more to the plot than this.
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Pick three only. If you are in the middle of something and want to remind me that you have a passive perk, you will receive the bonus.
AGILE: Move faster and lose less energy.
FIRST-AID TRAINING: You now how to nurse basic wounds.
DERANGED: Lose stress from killing things.
TRIGGERMAN: Shoot faster.
RAPID RELOADER: Reloading takes much shorter for weapons like shotguns and rifles.
PITCHER: Throw things like grenades, or rocks, farther.
VICEROY: Obtaining alcohol and tobacco items cause you to lose stress.
LIFE OR DEATH: In a stressful situation, you can muster up all of your strength and obtain a very large speed boost in movement. However, you will become exhausted afterwards.
GEAR-HEAD: You know how to fix basic mechanical items.
CRUDE EATER: You can stand eating or drinking things nobody else wants.
BACTERIA-RESISTANT: You are less likely to become poisoned, and suffer less if you do.
WARRIOR: You are better with melee weapons.
BESERK: When injured or enraged to a point, you recieve a melee combat bonus.
MUSCLED: +15 HP.
ENDURANT: You can survive longer without food or water.
OUTDOORSMAN: Survive weather conditions, such as heat or cold, more easily.
WILL TO SURVIVE: If your health falls below 15, you will not bleed to death as quickly.
AMBIDEXTROUS: You can use both hands efficiently, in weapons or menial tasks. [STOCK: 1]
LURKER: You have the ability to move more silently.
ASSOCIATE: You receive a friend to assist you right off the bat, but more can be obtained later on. They still need to be fed and watered, and kept alive.
CONFIDENCE: Your character is incapable of killing him/herself due to boredom.
EX-CONVICT: Criminals and bandits may recognize you, providing either a bonus or consequence based on your randomized past with them. [May not be able to receive depending on past profession.]
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NAME:
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GENDER:
PHYSICAL APPEARANCE: [NO CLOTHES]
PERSONALITY & BIO: [OPTIONAL]
PERKS: [3 ONLY]
PREFERRED PROFESSION FIELD: [Ex: Combat, Technology, Consumer, Etc.]
[By the way, open up a word document. I don't want to have to keep track of all of your supplies, so when you find something, I want you to jot it down in the word document.] |
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Quilboar
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| 27 Oct 2012 03:23 PM |
-Mark-
The plane begins to drop. The little girl with the family begins crying.
-Abel-
It's more of just a row of trees that surround the building. |
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| 27 Oct 2012 03:24 PM |
Ask the janitor what's in the maintenance area.
(( Also, I'm confused. How big is the park, and is it only on one side, or is it somehow surrounding the building? The way you're describing it is confusing me, sorry. And if we're not in the headquarters area anymore, where are we? I thought we just jumped over the wall, and I count the area around the wall as the 'headquarters area', not inside it or anything. )) |
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| 27 Oct 2012 03:25 PM |
(( Late on my part. ))
Approach the row of trees, then. Be veeeery slow and cautious, pause every now and then to see if anything comes through the trees.
We go through first. |
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banshee7
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| 27 Oct 2012 03:30 PM |
| Run down the stairs and look for a weapon. |
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Quilboar
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| 27 Oct 2012 03:36 PM |
[Gtg for a bit.]
-Anderson-
You find a janitor's mop.
-Mark-
A field lies below.
-Abel-
You peak through and quickly recognized the area. A gas station and several trivial stores.
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| 27 Oct 2012 03:37 PM |
| "Hold on!" I shouted, clutching the seat, my eyes squeezed shut. |
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banshee7
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| 27 Oct 2012 03:38 PM |
(K, See ya later)
Look for any nearby area likely to have food/weapons/supplies *Supermarket, Mini mart, Pharmacy, Ect.* |
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| 27 Oct 2012 04:01 PM |
| (I posted on last one before I saw this O.o.) |
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Quilboar
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| 27 Oct 2012 10:28 PM |
-Anderson-
The streets are thick with the creatures. It will be unsafe going out.
-Mark-
You plunge into unconsciousness. You wake up after an unknown amount of time, injured and disoriented.
HP: 95/115
-Molly-
Suddenly, he looks up and sees you by the window. You pop a cap in him, and he is blown backwards, dead.
-Abel-
There is a familiar street ahead of you, although several of the deformed people are shambling around aimlessly, or feasting on corpses of dead civilians.
There is a Lazio's Pizza shop in front of you, along with several trivial stores that sell things like flowers or computer games or furniture. |
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| 27 Oct 2012 10:29 PM |
| I checked the man beside me, and myself to see if I was okay. |
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Quilboar
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| 27 Oct 2012 10:34 PM |
-Mark-
He has already finished slicing through your seatbelt to get you out. |
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| 27 Oct 2012 10:38 PM |
NAME: Johnny Farro
/-\GE: 38
GENDER: M
PHYSICAL APPEARANCE: 5'10, skinny, brown eyes, white skin. Brown messy hair halfway down to his shoulders.
PERSONALITY & BIO: TBR, both of 'em.
PERKS:Deranged, agile, triggerman
PREFERRED PROFESSION FIELD: R&D for a major military weapons manufacturer.
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Quilboar
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| 27 Oct 2012 10:40 PM |
| [A, try different profession.] |
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| 27 Oct 2012 10:42 PM |
| (I only chose that because I like science and it would make for an interesting Bio. Let's go with security guard.) |
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Quilboar
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| 27 Oct 2012 10:44 PM |
| [Rolled dice for combat profession. Negative. Try something civilianish.] |
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| 27 Oct 2012 10:46 PM |
| (Okay, I worked at a tech company called initech.) |
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| 27 Oct 2012 10:50 PM |
| (And not a researcher, a desk jockey.) |
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banshee7
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| 27 Oct 2012 10:51 PM |
Well, I technically cannot die now because I have been forced down to one choice, So kill those Z's with my mop.
Gonna mop this town up, With my mop. Sounds legit XD |
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Quilboar
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| 27 Oct 2012 10:55 PM |
[IniTech actually exists. No. This is in a fictional universe. Let me do this. Ahem.]
-Johnny-
You are a scientist at the Vanton Sea Research facility in Caxe province, which studies marine biology, weather effects, and naval engineering.
You are in your dorm in the facility, where you live. You have woken up from a nap. |
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| 27 Oct 2012 10:56 PM |
-Anderson-
You run outside with your mop. Dozens of them begin to shamble towards you. |
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| 27 Oct 2012 10:59 PM |
(IniTech really exists? I stole that from Office Space.) ~Johnny I Mumble and grumble and mo.an about what the hell everyone wants from me
(APPARENTLY MOA.N IS AGAINST THE FILTER. |
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Quilboar
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| 27 Oct 2012 11:01 PM |
-Johnny-
You wake up, reorienting yourself, yet still stressed out. |
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