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| 03 Feb 2013 01:40 PM |
(I SWEAR, IF NO ONE POSTS A CS TO THIS I AM GOING TO COME OVER TO YOUR HOUSE AND I WILL CUT YOU)
Typical pleasant valley Sunday morning. You don't know when it started because you were too caught up in whatever you were doing to check the time on your phone. TV in the next room was saying something about military action and men in suits talking over triviality like it normally was.
In downtown, people were craning their necks skyward to see something that dropped from the sky like an angel kicked from clouds.
Side-conversations and mutters constituted of thoughts on whether or not it was a bird. The fact that it was made by man was confirmed when the ones in the crowd with eagle eyes saw maneuvering fins wobbling as it neared the tallest building in the commercial district. Half a mile up in the sky, it doesn't make a sound.
Inexplicably bright light turns the blue sky into a whitewash. People in apartments who closed their curtains thinking it was the sun shining through would spend the next 5 seconds wondering how they ended up on the other side of their room as the walls crumbled around them.
The fireball glowed hot enough as to make anyone in the direct vicinity of the city square to be dead to a man without having time to scream. 2 and a half seconds later, the shockwave crumbled the nearest skyscrapers or blew them out like paper boxes.
High-rises were stripped of glass and office cubicle walls flew out as projectiles. City avenue trees burnt out as easily as toothpicks a few miles away.
By the time dust settled, half a million people's ashes were scattered in the air and downtown was reduced to skeletons and fallen billboards. Fallout particles started to fall like snow as to render the whole city inaccessible to emergency response for days.
Those that did survive would wake up hours after most of the fallout waves subsided, either sandwiched between 2 pieces of drywall lucky enough to come into contact, buried under a small cavern just below the surface for air or other chance occurrences. Half of those who managed to live through the first day would spend the next month waiting for outside aid or waiting to die.
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This is a typical "after the end" role-play where you are a survivor that digs him/herself out of the rubble of an indeterminate city to survive indefinitely till help arrives.
Gameplay is mostly centered around survival instinct. Food, water, treating radiation sickness are all major components. Some people choose to be loners out of cynicism, others join with others for the strength in numbers mentality.
Since apocalypse role-plays are part of the standard fare here, I don't really need to explain all that much. Ubiquitous RP rules still apply here though you can send a PM if you want to clarify anything.
By the way, if you want to be a rescuer/army aid you'll also have to send a PM due to it not being part of the main role-play component until in the late-game
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-ROLE-PLAY WILL START AFTER THE MISSILE HAS WENT OFF - YOUR CHARACTER WILL LIKELY WAKE UP EITHER BURIED UNDER A COLLAPSED BUILDING OR WAKING UP FROM BLACKING OUT AT THE WHEEL- |
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| 03 Feb 2013 01:56 PM |
Name: Alexander Goodwin (Alex) @ge: 31 Gender: M
Appearance: Alex has medium length brown hair, he styles the front with a medium height flick. He has blue eyes, which shine like diamonds or stars amongst the midnight sky. He has fair coloured skin, and is about 5'8. He is very muscly.
Clothing: Alex wears a ripped navy blue t-shirt, which says; 'Live Lucky'. He wears a Black Hawaiian shirt with red and green flowers on it open, revealing the tee' underneath. He wears sand coloured chinos with light green pumps.
General personality: Can be kind, yet also rather snappy. Likes to be independent and very strategic/tactical mind.
Items (If any, no weapons yet): Has a compass in his pocket. (Always has his 'lucky' compass to tell him the direction north)
Bio (Mandatory; Preferably 2 paragraphs): Alex is 31 y/o male who lost his father when he was 10. His mother, hopefully still living, was in an apartment block when the disaster struck. Alex, ex- Military, has killed over 100 people in his life and isn't afraid to take a few more to survive.
Where he/she was when it happened: Just happened to be at a newspaper stand, in the middle of the city. The street is sandwiched by endless rows of skyscrapers.
Strengths/Abilities: Alex is a very strong climber, and also knows how to abseil from when he was 23. He was a Private First Class in the Military, he learned all basic survival skills and some military skills.
Weaknesses: Alex gets tired rather easily, which means if he was being chased from an enemy, or somebody he had just mocked then he would most likely be caught after a while. He isn't a very good fighter, he can use weapons but cannot fight well with fists.
Other: N/A |
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| 03 Feb 2013 02:08 PM |
(All right, accepted
You can wake up, or if you want I'm fine with waiting for another person to join) |
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| 03 Feb 2013 02:18 PM |
| (That's fine, bear with me for a few moments and don't log off just yet) |
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| 03 Feb 2013 02:44 PM |
Name: Jake Fisher @ge: 16 Gender: Male Appearance: Dark Brown Hair that goes down just a bit below his eyes. He has very bright green eyes but they are hard to see because of the glasses he wears. He stands at 5'8. Clothing: He wears a worn out green v-neck and jeans that have ripped between the years. He wears glasses. General personality: Jake is mostly a loner but he is willing to give people a chance to be his friend. Items (If any, no weapons yet): Flashlight, Pocket Change, Rubber Band, Crackers (x3) Bio (Mandatory; Preferably 2 paragraphs):
Jake was a very cheery child that enjoyed the wonders of nature and the world around him. As his life progressed his life slowly crumbled. He lost his mother to a terrible car crash. He was left with his father and someone his father called "honey" or "sugar-boo" but what he calls her is evil. Jake's dad was murdered on the 5th of October. Jake was very sad when it happened but he knew who did it.
Jake was left in the care of the evil women his father was so stupid to think was a perfect person to replace mom. When Jake arrived in highschool he thought of this new year as a "New Start" which he was very wrong. Jake thought things were starting to come back together. He met a girl he so sweetly desired until the girl crushed his heart. He felt very bad. He had cut himself before with a sharp piece he obtained from the allyways.
Where he/she was when it happened: Jake had finally worked up the courage to pack his bags and run away but as he did the bomb went off. Strengths/Abilities: He is very strong and he also is very good at keeping calm. Weaknesses: He has a fear of heights and he also has a very hard time trusting someone again. Other: N/A |
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| 03 Feb 2013 02:59 PM |
(Accepted;
You guys can start whenever you want, I'm gonna grab something to eat) |
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| 03 Feb 2013 03:06 PM |
Jake
I open my eyes to see my self covered in rubble and dust. I get up and brush the dust off from my clothes. I look at my once bright green shirt that now is very dull in color. I look around me and I realize that I am in the middle of what used to be the town square. The cafe I used to go to with my father was broken. The glass caved in, The sign broken. I sighed as I sat down on the curb of a once busy street. I looked back at the cafe as the wind blew dust off the floor and onto clothes. I grabbed some crackers from my pocket and ate one. |
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| 03 Feb 2013 03:21 PM |
Alex:
I was flat on the floor, crushed by an endless amount of rubble. I couldn't see anything, it was just darkness. I smelt fire, and I breathed in lots of thick, heavy dust. I couldn't breathe, I had no idea where I was.
"HELP!" I cried out, hearing the crackling of fire. Apart from the crackling, it was silent. Almost like a silent night on a hospital corridor. |
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| 03 Feb 2013 03:22 PM |
Name: Drake Littleton
@ge: 16
Gender: M
Appearance: Drake's appearance does not match his last name. He is far from little; playing on his high school hockey and football team has sculpted him the body, speed, and endurance of a Mr. Universe. Drake, standing a little under six feet, has cream colored skin and a brown, shaggy head of hair. His eyes are a remarkable pale blue shade and are undoubtedly his best feature.
Clothing: Drake wears charcoal vans with red stripes, dark skinny jeans, a fitted white button down shirt, and a black slouch beanie.
General personality: Drake is a very neurotic person, meaning his moods are spread out depending on the situation.
Items (If any, no weapons yet): An iPhone 5; broken and useless.
Bio (Mandatory; Preferably 2 paragraphs): Drake had it all; popularity, rich parents, a drop dead gorgeous girlfriend, and a assured easy life. But what does that mean in the new world we live in today? Absolutely nothing.
All his life, Drake grew up thinking that everything he ever wanted or needed would be handed to him on a silver platter. Sixteen years old and no job, no responsibilities. Nothing. Why did he have to study for school when daddy could always slip the principal a bribe here and there? Why did he have to get a job when mommy and daddy could provide him with millions?
So, when the disaster struck, Drake was likely the worst one off. Sure, everyone had a hard time dealing with the fact that 1.5 of the worlds population vanished, but on top of that, Drake has to deal with the fact that mommy and daddy won't be there to bail him out or help him anymore. Drake is on his own, now. The power and money he once held mean nothing in this new world.
Where he/she was when it happened: Drake was driving to hockey practice when it happened.
Strengths/Abilities: Drake is very strong, fast, and endurable due to his years of athleticism, but doesn't have much to offer other than that. Weaknesses: Drake is used to having everything come his way in the blink of an eye. This could pose as a very big weakness in this scenario.
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| 03 Feb 2013 03:37 PM |
-Drake-
When I opened my eyes next, immense pain hit me like a brick wall. I cried out, tears blurring my vision immediately. I slowly breathed in and out, trying to get the crying to stop. When I wiped the tears from my eyes, I was upside down. I looked around at the familiar surroundings of my car. I un-clipped my seat belt, falling out of my seat and hitting my head on the hard roof of the car. I groaned, silling under unconsciousness again. |
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| 03 Feb 2013 03:39 PM |
Alex:
I attempted to lift the debris from my body. Impossible. It weighed a ton. I rubbed my eyes, hoping to see again. A small glimpse of orange came from the corner of my eye. Some debris was on fire, nowhere near me. |
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| 03 Feb 2013 03:52 PM |
Jake
I slowly made my way down the streets making sure not to trip over the rubble of the buildings. I looked around in the rubble and saw all these lifeless bodies that seemed to stare at you with a evil glare as though you weren't supposed to be alive. I began thinking of what I would do about the food situation but I realized that the world was now mine and whoever else was alive's! We could do as we please! No laws! No nothing! I could be free! No more girls to break my heart! |
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| 03 Feb 2013 03:53 PM |
| (OLD MAN CHINESEFANBOY REPEATEDLY HITS A CERAMIC JUG ONTO OLD MAN SPINECHILLER'S HEAD, AS OLD MAN CHINESEFANBOY DEMANDS A GOOD REASON AS TO WHY OLD MAN SPINECHILLER IS LATE) |
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| 03 Feb 2013 04:00 PM |
Name: Henry Ridelska
@ge: 17
Gender: M
Appearance: Henry's entire face is slightly sunken in, giving him the look of an older man. His eyes are brown, and his hair was black, but now he sports a line of grey on the right side of his head. The hair is longer than average, but stops around his earlobes. His skin is incredibly pale now, and he seems frail in some regions of the body while abnormally muscular in others. Overall, he looks closer to a dying man than a living one, and he's got less spirit than either.
Clothing: His arms are bare, and he wears a lime green rag around his torso like a robe. His pants were once blue jeans but now the legs are gone and they are like shorts, held together by threads. (Over the course of the RP, Henry's clothes may be altered.
General personality: Sad, defeated. He's weak, but too strong for suicide obviously.
Items (If any, no weapons yet): He was left with nothing. His house is gone, and the contents shattered. Everything is destroyed.
Bio (Mandatory; Preferably 2 paragraphs): Henry was generally successful in school, and very smart. He wasn't overly good looking or popular, but he understood people and was rightfully respected and acknowledged for it. These are traits he has long since lost, and he is alienated towards everyone he meets. He was never physically active, until just before the end, and much of his achieved muscle growth was lost in a week of unconsciousness.
His family was very supportive of him, but he only truly loved his three younger siblings. They all tended to fear him, and though he never showed it or consciously knew it himself, it hurt him. He only realized this later, after the bomb. He grew to hold a deep grudge, and even though they are all dead now, he does not forgive them. Insanity has grasped his heart, and manipulated it. To at least some degree, he is prepared for the chaos to come.
Where he/she was when it happened: At home. He was playing WoW with his clan-mates overseas, wearing a headset at max volume. He didn't even hear the explosion.
Strengths/Abilities: Though much of his muscle growth has been lost during the time he was unconscious (Around a week, oddly enough), some muscles have actually grown under the radiation. Mainly his shoulders and hands, making him an able-bodied climber.
Weaknesses: He cannot walk very well, and running is beyond question. Nearly all the muscles in his right leg are damaged, and the muscles in his left leg are near nonexistent. He's also retained the most severe inferiority complex, and a good bit of insanity.
Other: N/A |
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| 03 Feb 2013 04:01 PM |
| (Anyone I missed/hadn't been accepted yet is accepted, I'll get to my character as soon as either someone gets to his indeterminate location or you guys all band together some how) |
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| 03 Feb 2013 04:04 PM |
Alex:
Blood was splattered on my face, not my blood. I opened my eyes wide, catching a glimpse of the look of death. A dead body, eyes wide open, was impaled on a piece of metal lining (For the floor of skyscrapers). He was dead, blood dripping on me. Inches from me, if only he had been inches closer he may of lived.
I began to cry, feeling the warm tears cleaning my face from the dried blood. |
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| 03 Feb 2013 04:07 PM |
| Henry awoke an brought his head up quickly, slamming it into the drywall above. Dust rained down upon him, bringing up a coughing fit bound to have happened either way. He looked around quickly, assessing his strange surroundings, and gasping under the pain that he felt. His entire body, save his torso, stung horribly. He reached up, pushing chunks of cement and drywall off his body. Rust-flavored water covered his face, falling drop by drop from a broken pipe above. The pipe came from the area between the ceiling and second story floor, both of which suddenly ended to reveal an orange, dust-filled sky. |
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| 03 Feb 2013 04:11 PM |
Jake
I heard a gentle sobbing as I walked down the streets. "Hello? Is anybody there" I exclaimed clearly startled from this discovery. I looked at what appeared to be the source of the crying. It was near a large building that had collapsed. I walked closer to the skyscraper to feel a warm feeling on my shoe. I picked up my shoe to look at the bottom. It was blood.
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| 03 Feb 2013 04:18 PM |
Alex:
I heard the footsteps.
"HELP!" I continued to yell, from beneath about 15-25 feet of debris from a fallen skyscraper. My hand was cut to the bone, and my muscles were weak. I needed medical attention or I could be paralysed. |
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| 03 Feb 2013 04:19 PM |
(Gotta fly for piano, give me 45 minutes
This thread's already doing better than 90% of my previous ones) |
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| 03 Feb 2013 04:20 PM |
Jake
"I hear you! I just need a way to get you out of that debris!" |
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| 03 Feb 2013 04:23 PM |
Alex:
"Listen man... I-I.. I know how to get out of this. You need to make a crane of some type. Find metal alloys and use their strengths to lift the debris by standing on the edges of them!" I command, giving the guy some simple instructions on how to get me out.
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| 03 Feb 2013 04:26 PM |
Jake
"Perfect!" I exclaim as I find a piece of metal alloy in the debris of the bomb. I grab the allot and put it unde the alloy. I stand on the edges and just pray it works. |
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| 03 Feb 2013 04:28 PM |
Alex:
The debris lifts up, giving me three seconds to roll out of the debris. I attempt to stand up, holding onto the guys shoulders as my legs were in immense pain.
"Arg.. Kid. Help me down 'wud ye?" I ask, in pain. |
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