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Post by Guest on November 30th 2012, 23:48

Hello everyone. I decided that the General RP of the site has become overshadowed by the Star Wars RP recently.

Anyways, I want to start a Post-Apocalyptic Role-Play.

I'll give us a plot to work with and a template to use when drafting your characters.

PLOT

THE YEAR IS 2181. CHAOS HAS BEFALLEN EARTH. NATIONS HAVE FALLEN, AND GOVERNMENTS HAVE CRUMBLED. A SERIES OF NATURAL DISASTERS HAS CAUSED MUCH UNREST, AND THE MILITARY OF EACH NATION IS SCATTERED AND DISORIENTATED. THOSE THAT WERE WEALTHY OR FORTUNATE ENOUGH HAVE FLED TO SELF-SUFFICIENT SETTLEMENTS ON MARS. ALL THAT REMAINS NOW ARE FACTIONS OF BANDITS AND A SELECT FEW THAT HAVE MANAGED TO SUSTAIN THEMSELVES THROUGHOUT THE CHAOS.

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Name:

Age:

Race:

Hair Color:

Eye Color:

Build:

Faction:

Weaponry Specialty:

Psychology:

Side Notes:

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Re: Post-Apocalyptic RP

Post by Guest on November 30th 2012, 23:59

My Character

Name: Abraham Sage

Age: 22

Race: Caucasian (More specifically, English and Scottish)

Hair Color: Dark Brown; Short, with the bangs pointing upward

Eye Color: Deep green

Build: Extremely fit

Faction: Lone Wolf (Meaning he travels alone and works alone. Loyalties are owed to no one).

Weaponry Specialty: Short Range Assault Rifles (SRZ-04 [A heavy assault rifle that is inaccurate, but very powerful])

Psychology: Intelligent, but unable to converse properly due to social disorder; lonely

Side Notes: Abraham is quite smart, but never really learned how to talk to people. He'd rather shoot first, and ask questions later. Because of this, he has survived bandits and much worse. He also carries a machete-style combat knife and a Burst Pistol, which is a light sidearm that fires a shotgun burst, but can only hold one shell at a time. Abraham also carries a few CRYOnades, which cause a short explosion and release a gas that causes ice to form in the blood vessels. (Not lethal, but painful).


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Re: Post-Apocalyptic RP

Post by Goldenbudda21 on December 1st 2012, 00:13

Name: D'Artagnian Everard

Age: 19

Race: French/American

Hair Color: blood red with white frosted tips. Very long, hangs over his eyes but stays in ponytail

Eye Color: Emerald green

Build: not skinny but not built either. Average.

Faction: None. Survived on his own since was a child.

Weaponry Specialty: Recurve bow and customs arrows. Also carries custom made rapier.

Psychology: Extremely cunning and quick-witted

Side Notes: He has had to fend for himself since he was 7. Learning to shoot a bow, he hunter his own game and has lived out in the woods since. He extremely gifted in swordplay as he was taught by his father before his death. In a world left ruled by guns and explosives, he chooses his own means of weapons to not draw undo attention to himself. Any opposition he meets, he kills them before they kill him.
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Post by Guest on December 1st 2012, 19:05

PART 1: ISOLATION

Character: Abraham Sage

Date: September 18, 2181

Setting: The Frosted Plains


Abraham scanned the desolate horizon one more time before continuing his walk. The ground crunched beneath his boots, and clouds of white ash erupted as his feet hit the ground. Earlier, he thought he had seen smoke on the horizon, but now he wasn't quite certain of what he saw.

He looked around at his surroundings. All that was visible was a dry, cracked, flat landscape that was covered in ash as far as the eye could see. Abraham turned back towards the direction he was heading. He reached gingerly into his pack and pulled out military-grade binoculars. Abraham lifted them to his face and the binoculars responded to contact with his face. Immediately, a radar lit up at the bottom part of the digital lens. After three pulses emanated from the center point, the radar shut off.

Numbers for coordinates and things Abraham didn't understand fluctuated as the cross-hairs of his binoculars moved across the landscape. He sighed deeply and put the binoculars back into his backpack.

Damn. Nothing, still.

Abraham continued his walk, and the crunching of his boots become a maddening rhythm. He continued for a few hours before deciding to rest. The blazing sun was close to setting over the horizon. Abraham sat on the ash covered ground and tossed his backpack aside. He removed his grenades and knives from his belt and set them on his backpack. Just as he was about to take his rifle off of his back, the ground shifted.

Once. Twice. Three times

Then it came. A deep vibration rumbled throughout the ground and the sounds of aircraft were blasted into Abraham's ears. He scurried away from his gear and managed to take cover behind a conveniently placed boulder. His eyes were immediately on the sky. In the distance, barely visible, were two Panzer-class aircraft. They were shaped with peculiar angles and were large enough to transport tanks, but were maneuverable enough to engage enemy fighter-jets.

In a few moments, the Panzers passed and Abraham was left alone again.

Just how he liked it.

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Re: Post-Apocalyptic RP

Post by Goldenbudda21 on December 2nd 2012, 00:39

//ill follow your theme Epsi//


CHAPTER 1: Hunting
CHARACTER : D'Artagnian Everard
DATE: Unknown, 2181
SETTING: Once American park, Yellow Stone National

The sun was rising low above the trees as light struck the forest illuminating everything. The crisp smell of the evergreens permeated the air sending chills down D'Artagnian's spine. The early morning bustle of the woods fueled his adrenaline. He could distinctly hear the scurrying of squirrels and the deep huff of the deer. Snow had fell light on the ground that night. D'Artagnian Had been able to fashion himself winter covers from bear skin that covered his deer skin clothing.The thick grizzly fur that covered his body with a vest and his forearms and fashioned boots kept him from freezing.

He stood high and proud up in a large oak. His bow lifted over his shoulder and across his chest. His wuicer and arrows rested ticghtly on his back and his father's custom rapier hung by his left side. Be criuched on the limb and sniffed the air. He could smell the sweet stench of bear odor in the air. So hairy and hot. These beasts were what kept him alive through out the year. Especially in winter when their extra fat made fuel and good energizing food.

He looked out and there, a large female grizzly was lumbering on with her cub. The cub was no small bear. He wouldn't kill a mother unless the cub was big enough to sustain itself, and this one was. He scurried across the tree limb and then jumpped to.the neighboring tree. Years in these forests had made.him an expert at navigating and moving through them.

He settled on a tree limb a few yards in front of the bear. He reached to his quiver.and pulled out a carbon fiber, steel tipped explosive arrow. This arrow he specially designed for bear. When it penetrated the thick bear hide it would emmit a small explosion sending 3 barbed titanium nails from the rod of the arrow into the bear's heart. He had to wait for the right shot. He positioned himself, waited...waited...took the shot at the mothers exposed chest and dropped it where it stood. The cub went crazy and ran off.

"You may live my friend, one day it will be you I shall hunt." He said in a whispering voice that hinted at his French blood. He jumpped from the tree and removed a survival knife that he had had since he was a boy and began to skin the bear. He used the skin as a bag to haul the organs back in and cut each part of the bear into parts. Each limb, rib, and head all cut away. He made three trips back and forth and left a skinned skull and brains for the wolves to.fight over. They would be his target in the summer.

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Re: Post-Apocalyptic RP

Post by Guest on December 2nd 2012, 00:58

If I might add, this was an excellent story starter for your character. It really defines who he is, when mine failed to do so. I might have to do something more in my next post. LoL... By the way, the Frosted Plains are in Catania, Italy. Mount Etna erupted so violently, most of the city and those surrounding it were covered in lava, which hardened, and then was covered in ash. Just letting you know.

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Post by Goldenbudda21 on December 2nd 2012, 01:45

//Thank you epsi. I love creative writting and my goal is to have everyone see what I see.//

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Post by Guest on December 2nd 2012, 14:29

PART 0.5: MEMORIES

Character: Abraham Sage

Date: March 2, 2179 (2 Years Before the Main Story [The Beginning of the End])

Setting: Seattle, Washington


Screams filled the air with the shrill, piercing sound of death and despair. Abraham moved slowly through the crowd in the direction they were running from. Bodies surged past him in an attempt to flee from the horrors behind them. Lancer-class fighter jets raced across the sky and immediately engaged ground forces just behind a few tall buildings in front of Abraham. Explosions rang out, but were lost in the sea of noise.

Abraham continued to walk forward through the stream of people, which was becoming thinner and less crowded. A Panzer above the street a few hundred yards away and dropped a platoon of infantry accompanied by a Raider-class tank. The Raider was just larger than a truck, but its main cannon was strong enough to shoot down Lancers.

The soldiers moved towards the direction Abraham was heading and immediately were lost behind a building. Abraham continued on his way towards the fighting, but then heard a noise. A low moaning came from a near-death soldier, who was stationed near some crates and a COM Center. Abraham walked briskly towards him. The man was drenched in blood from his stomach and was desperately clutching a SRZ-04 Assault Rifle.

Abraham stared deeply at him, then quickly grabbed a combat knife off of a crate. He plunged the knife into the man's throat and took his rifle. Another explosion shattered a nearby building, and large chunks of it crashed to the ground. Abraham ran towards the sounds of fighting and finally laid his eyes on the firefight.

A large crater, easily the size of a football field, took the place of what looked like a business plaza. Scattered throughout the smoking battlefield were soldiers from the military engaged with what looked like elite bandits. Abraham spotted a large Vulcan-class tank firing missiles into the sky. The Vulcan was larger than a house and had a large rail-gun main cannon, as well as anti-air missile launchers and anti-infantry machine guns. Bandit "Hellchoppers" engaged Lancers and Knight-class fighters, which were a cross between Lancers and Panzers.

Abraham looked at the scene and grinned.

He'd have a nice time sorting this out.


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Post by Goldenbudda21 on December 2nd 2012, 21:51

Dart, what his dad used to call him, looked at his kill. The meat and fat if the mother bear would feed him for a month. The organs he would use as bait, and for good if times became desperate. The wind outside of his small cave was whistling as it hurried across the entrance whistling and echoing. Dart grabbed the bear skin and used dried out intestine and a squirrel bone and sewed up the fur and placed the organs and some extra bear meat in the make-shift bag. He took the bag down to a nearby creek, tied it to a tree and submerged the bearskin bag into the icy cold water. The cold water would keep the meat inside fresh for when he needed it and induce small crawfish to come spying for food.

Arriving back at the cave he could smell the sweet aroma if the bear meat cooking. The fat seeped from between the dark red muscles. The wood chips crackling as he added a new price of pine from a dead fallen tree he found a few weeks before. The meat finished and he grabbed a carrot he had grown in the spring and began his meal. The meat was rough but flavorful. He looked beside him and grabbed up the only thing from the modern world he needed, ketchup. He poured it on a flat rock that he kept in the fire for sterilization and dipped each piece if meat in the tomatoey nectar. The ketchup was all he owned that he didn't make himself and when he ran out he would have to trek into the once great city of New York to resupply.

New York was the first city to die after the attacks. It was the largest and most.populated city and the first blow had to swift, hard and devastating to.the most powerful country. Now, it is a city.of its former self. Full of thieves and and rag tag bands of militia who call themselves "protecting." Dart would have to make a trip.there very soon...he was down to his last bottle, it would be out within says.

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Post by Guest on December 3rd 2012, 08:45

^ //badass//

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Post by Guest on December 3rd 2012, 09:10

Name: Adolf Wartohn

Age: 25

Race: German

Hair Color: Dark blonde

Eye Color: Hazel

Build: Very athletic and strong, due to his special forces training

Faction: German KSK Kommando Spezialkräfte

Weaponry Specialty: He is an excellent marksman and is all around knowledgeable of all weapon types. He also carries a personalized Katzbalger, with his initials carved into the hilt, as well as a slash on the blade for the number of enemies he has killed with it (there are a lot of slashes).

Psychology: He is extremely smart when it comes to stealth and tactical fighting, always seeming to know what lies ahead, and what to do next. He has no mercy, no compassion, some would even go as far as saying he has no soul, but he is a war machine made by the devil.

Side Notes: The German army needed a hero, and there was no man better suited than Adolf. Since his KSK training, he has become an invaluable ally, and ruthless enemy, punishing even what seemed like impossible mistakes. He believes, however, that the army is not won by one man, but that "With our combined strength, victory will be ours!" Little is known about his past, but it is known that both of his parents were killed by rabid wolves. Unlikely spin off stories include he killed that wolf with only his hands. At age 17, due to his athletic build and quick-wit, he was accepted to KSK training, and graduated at 23. Since then, he has served the German army well, honoring the Neu Führer with his success.
//I'll make a back story later to introduce him, It's 7:13am i gotta get to school lmao//

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Re: Post-Apocalyptic RP

Post by Guest on December 3rd 2012, 10:13

PART 2: DAWN

Character: Abraham Sage

Date: September 19, 2181

Setting: The Frosted Plains


As the sun was just beginning its ascension into the sky, Abraham awoke with a jolt. He hadn't remembered falling asleep, and he found himself sprawled on the ash covered ground in an awkward position. Abraham immediately got up and dusted off his pants. He reached into his pack and produced a small metal thermos containing what had kept him alive.

Abraham pressed a small blue button and the lid twisted off with a hiss. Icy fog rolled out of the container and rolled over Abraham's body before dissipating. When the fog cleared, Abraham looked inside. Roughly 20 white pills were scattered across the bottom of the container.

Quickly, he took one out and swallowed it. The pill contained the necessary vitamins and nutrients needed for a grown man to survive for exactly 25 hours without needing another. Abraham twisted the lid back on and pressed the blue button again, initiating the internal freezing process of the thermos.

Abraham grabbed his binoculars out of his bag as he placed the thermos back. He scratched his neck as he scanned the horizon in the direction where he saw the Panzers fly off towards. He noticed that his beard was becoming long, and he would need to shave soon. Abraham began his trek across the plains again after he put his binoculars away.

To occupy himself while he walked, Abraham sloppily cleaned his Burst Pistol, nicknamed Bessie, with a once sterile cloth. After a few hours, he became bored and examined Bessie. The handle was comfortable with grooves for each finger, and the barrel opened in a very slight cone shape from the body of the gun. The shell for the "burst" was inserted where a stock would have been on a larger gun.

Abraham had painted the odd barrel with spiraling flames using paint he had found in Venice when he first arrived in Europe. He continued his trek warily. Eventually, the ground began to incline, and Abraham felt his breath getting heavy after a few miles. Abraham reached a small peak and looked around from his vantage point.

He had been heading south from Mount Etna for days now, and had seen nothing but the Frosted Plains for what seemed like an interminable amount of time. Abraham's goal was to reach the southern tip of Sicily, where he could live off of fish and enjoy himself.

Suddenly, a flash of light out of the corner of his eye caught his attention. Moments later, the sounds of a vehicle were heard and he saw an broad armored truck with iron spikes in the front and a mounted turret in the back. It was a Skirmisher. The Skirmisher drove in a slight angle towards him, and Abraham realized he had been spotted. Quickly, he readied his rifle and fired what seemed like a whole clip at the incoming vehicle. Bullets bounced harmlessly of its iron hide, and the car continued its charge.

Abraham thought of an intense plan in a matter of seconds and initiated it as soon as the car reached the bottom of his hill. Quickly, he took out a military grade gas mask, which consisted of a thick strap and a titanium mask with a high-grade glass visor. Immediately, he felt the filtration system activate and pulled a CRYOnade out of his pack. The Skirmisher reached him shortly after. It stopped, and a large muscled man got out. Abraham let go of the trigger for the CRYOnade and a thin gas was released.

Too easy.

He began to walk towards the car when he noticed he heard no coughing. Instead, a strong echoing laughter filled the air. The large bandit emerged from the cloud of gas wearing heavy bandit armor. The armor certainly wasn't military style, but it served similar functions and was a whole 50 pounds stronger. The armor consisted of a full-body vinyl suit completed with heavy shoulder-plates, forearm guards, a broad chest-plate, knee guards and armor plating that covered sensitive areas on the legs. To top it off, the bandit wore a gas mask similar to Abraham's.

"You're coming with us," the bandit said in a strong Italian accent.

Two bandits emerged from behind Abraham and escorted him into the back of the Skirmisher. The bandits were just as well equipped as he was, potentially even more so. The larger bandit started the electronic engine again, and an old virtual dashboard illuminated the interior of the dark car. Abraham noticed that the bandits' armor was covered with an insignia depicting an ouroboros with a dagger behind it. He didn't recognize the emblem, but judging by their equipment, they were well outfitted.

Dammit!

Abraham was captured, and he hated the feeling.

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Post by Goldenbudda21 on December 3rd 2012, 13:16

Dare slept soundly that night with a full stomach. The bear and the ketchup had hit the spot, just as ita always had. It was strange, Dart had always prided himself in not having any vices. He didn't drink, even though it wasn't like the forest was bounding with liquor. He didn't smoke, well, the occasional rabbit tobacco cig, but nothing that would do him harm. And he didn't use curse words, actually, in the woods he was alone. He didn't speak much at all these days. Alot of times he felt lonely, but it was the price he paid for safety. He would rather be safe than dead, any day.

The days went by and it was time for him to make the journey to New York for ketchup. 'I guess that is my vice.' He laughed to himself. He gathered up all the animal skin and his meats and the money he used to trade.with. While there he would buy some more suitable, modern clothing. Normally, he wouldn't but he could feel the nights getting colder and the animal skins were becoming insufficient if a hard freeze hit, and it did. Just about every year. He knew once he got to the city, all would recognize him. He looked like a modern day Indian, but most of all, he didn't need a mask.

Dart had lived in the woods so many years that he had 'adapted.' When the nuclear wars started, around the age of 5, Dart got sick...VERY sick. He came close to dying. His parents stayed with him through every agonizing second. For a year he suffered from the radiation exposure until one day, he was just fine. He was no longer sick and felt better than ever. It would soon be found out that Dart's lungs mutated. Where most had two lungs, Dart had four lungs. Each normal lung fused with a new lung. This mutation allowed his body to store oxygen in itself. When he left the clean air if the forest he could survive for weeks. This worked to his advantage especially when all major bombed cities were.riddled with radiation poison in the air. This mutation also allowed him to stay submerged under.water for exactly 3 hrs. Unless he had to swim deep, then the pressure would cause him to have less time, or even kill him. So he didn't swim too deep when he did.

The trip to New York would take about seven.days. The average amount of time. If the weather was good. He remembered a few years ago it was a horrible trip as snow hand fallen in layers and the radioactive clouds that blocked out the sun during the winter days had left the snow eating at anything it covered. Trees were eaten away, animals died, and plants shriveled. Dart had to make the whole trip climbing through trees. Luckily that year he had very little to trade and so he could carry ot all on his back. This year was different. The hunt had been good and this bag was to.heavy so it was tossed over his shoulder. For a skinny guy, he was strong.

With all his supplies, trade wares, weapons, and money gathered, he rested that day. Eager to make the trip tomorrow. New York.was exciting to him. Most.times thieves would try to assault him, it became a monthly event every time he went. You see, the skins were highly.priced there because of the need for clothing. Only the rich could afford good clothing in New York so vendors would buy his skins for alot of money. So the local bad of thieves would attempt to take his wares. Of course, Dart had no remorse for them, he would kill them all and be on his way. It was a good test of how his skills had grown from month to month.

That night he slept. In the morning, he would travel.

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Post by Goldenbudda21 on December 3rd 2012, 13:18

//i feel like squanto. Lol. You guys all ricking advanced weaponry and stuff im rocking a bow and some advanced arrows and a sword. Lol. Imma have to.prove my worth eventually. Lol.//

//oh, yeah, I know a little SciFi, but it's radiations, a figured ad.take advantage of it. Lol.//

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Post by Goldenbudda21 on December 3rd 2012, 15:25

//yeah, i know it's a little SciFi, but it's radiation, I figured I'd take advantage of it. Sorry, im on my phone so i end of having alot of typos.//

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Post by Guest on December 3rd 2012, 18:37

//Budda, I hate to impose this one you, but could you date your next post so I don't feel like you're living so far in the future it would be hard to meet. Thanks. Sorry.//

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Post by Goldenbudda21 on December 3rd 2012, 18:47

// im same year 2181. Except im on a different continent. I'm in "America" when after the natural disasters, countries turned on the nation and nuked it. New York was hit first being the most populated city. Understand? Did I miss something? Did I do it wrong?//

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Post by Guest on December 3rd 2012, 19:07

//No, no, I understand totally what's going on, but there is still a chance we could meet. I'm looking for specific dates. (September 19, 2181 is the date for my and Halos' characters currently.)//

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Post by Goldenbudda21 on December 3rd 2012, 19:17

//oh, okay. Well see the thing with that is my guy, never really learned to keep days. Its the same day, butu he doesn't care about dates. He just knows days. so, yeah, it will be the 20th when he starts out. Which will be my next actual post.//

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Post by Goldenbudda21 on December 3rd 2012, 19:17

//ill date them for the sake of the story.//

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Post by Guest on December 4th 2012, 00:15

PART 1: THE RISE OF THE FOURTH REICH.
Post-Apocalypse
New Berlin, Germany


Germany, like many other countries, fell to the apocalyptic events. It became a sad place, the once green meadows barren, cities decimated and left in ruins, famine and drought gripping everyone by the throat. It was as if life itself ended, then came Niklas Hitler (no one knows his real last name, though he claims it is his true last name). He was very good with words, he assured people that working together would get us through these dark times. With all hope lost, people believed his words and began to rebuild.

And, it worked. Germany became united again. Little by little it grew, starting from the city of New Berlin. Crops and animal farms began to sprout up, people worked together and helped one another, and soon New Berlin became a shining beacon for lost Germans. Over the years, the city grew, and other cities sprouted up along the way. That's when Niklas forged the German Army. Because Germany had increases in industry, they were technologically more advanced than most countries, or what was left of them. It was Germany's main defense force, keeping the other savages at bay to keep peace within the growing German Empire, which Niklas dubbed the "Fourth Reich."

0500 hours.
3 Miles out from New Berlin.
September 18th, 2181

It was a particularly cold day, and the landscape seemed to cast one large glare as the sun reflected off of the fresh snow. It was perfect weather for hunting, thought Adolf Wartohn. Him and his team, a special group hand picked by the Fuhr himself, were known as the KSK Kommando Spezialkräfte. They were sent to take care of little things before they became problems for the army. He saw the footsteps leading off, and him and his commando's followed the tracks until they reached what seemed like a camp. There was smoke rising in the distance, and there were several ramshackle buildings and tents.

//note, I put { } because they speak German, so it's like a translation//

{What do you think Adolf?} Lucas asked. He was the demolition specialist of the group, who handled explosions "like he handled his alcohol." He came packing some serious firepower, a MG-42 built in New Berlin. It is the same as its WWII counterpart, with the exception of being modernized.

{Could be French or Russian. Either way, they made a grave mistake tainting the Fatherland with their filth.} Adolf responded. He was the squad leader, armed with a HK MR556, with a thermal scope or a Holographic. He also carries his Katzbalger when things get a little too close for comfort.

{Let us put them out of their misery now!} Leon said. He was the sniper of the group, providing long range firepower as well as reconnaissance with his M4OA3 sniper rifle. He had a wide variety of attachments for it, from thermal to a silencer.

{I agree with Leon. Let us get this done and over with.} Said Fynn. He was the short-range specialist, armed with his MP5K and his trusty combat knife.

{I cannot agree more, but we must do this quietly. We want to conserve our ammo and stock up on rations, and I think this camp has a good amount of both. If they know we are here, they might try and burn it all.} Adolf said, screwing the silencer on his gun. The others followed suit.
{Leon, think you can climb those trees over there and use it for overnwatch?}

{Think? Come on now Adolf, you should know by know I KNOW, not THINK.} He grinned, and he broke off into the trees as him, Lucas and Fynn ran closer to the camp, then took cover behind one of the buildings.
{What do you see, Leon?} Adolf asked through the com.

{It is dawn, some are still sleeping. I only see three right now, one by the fire, one in the guard tower, and one patrolling a building, probably their supply depot.}

{Very good. Lucas, plant some charges by that building, in case we have to go to Plan B. Fynn, you take care of the two guards. Make it silent, we don't want to wake the others. Leon, get the one in the tower on my mark.}
He waited until the guard faced the other way, and he said {Mark.}
Not even a half a second later, the guard fell backwards, dead.

{Excellent. Shall we?} Fynn said. The three nodded, and went to their ordered locations.

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Re: Post-Apocalyptic RP

Post by Goldenbudda21 on December 4th 2012, 00:54

CHAPTER 2: The Trek and the Trajectory
DATE: September 14, 2180
SETTING: Walking to New York.


Dart woke the next morning feeling well rested; which was good since he had a weeks journey ahead of him. He took the quiver off the ground and hung it over his back. It contained all of his specialty arrows that he has learned to build. All all carbon fiber shafts and hawk feathers made up the fletches. The tips were the custom part. He carried his bear tip, the small explosion. A tip that would shatter on impact imbedding thousands of metal shrapnel within the body. That particular arrow was dipped in cottonmouth venom so as to kill slowly. That was an arrow made for stealth attacks. The next was one made of sulfur and an ignition so when it made impact, it would combust. The last was an arrow head made of steel. Nothing special. He kept 4 of each specialty arrow and 25 of the steel tips when he made this journey just incase he needed them.

Next he reached for his bow. This bow was special to him, it was not ordinary bow. It was made just for him a few years ago when he went to New York. The bow was a black fiber glass bow. It was created just for him so he could hold it close and get around easily. And he never.was a fan of modern composite bows. And since how many of them were stolen for their usage, they were a rarity.

Lastly, he grabbed up his bad of meats and skins, hoisted them over his shoulder and started his journey. Each footstep crunching lightly as he moved through the thin layer that blanketed the ground. That night, he took refuge under a large oak tree. The tree provided enough shelter from the weather and the branches were high enough to not catch fire from the one he built. He grabbed the bag, removed a blanket made from deer skin and laid down to sleep through the night.


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Re: Post-Apocalyptic RP

Post by Guest on December 4th 2012, 01:25

PART 2: THE CITY OF KINGS

Character: Abraham Sage

Date: September 21, 2181

Setting: Posto Dei Re


Abraham awoke with a jolt and his violent breathing filled his room with a slight echo. He instinctively flexed and reached for his machete-knife, but was met with restraint. As he began to calm himself, Abraham scanned his surroundings. The room had four walls with no windows and no noticeable entrance.

Or exit...

The walls were quite elegant and made of a plain white metal. Abraham decided, without a doubt, however, that these walls could most likely stand the force of a small explosion. He focused on his restraints. His arms were behind his back and were restrained by magnetic cuffs, that were near impossible to break. His legs were also magnetically cuffed to a chair that matched the styles of the walls. Abraham sighed warily.

Looks like I'm waiting.

Moments later, the wall behind him slid open. Footsteps filled the room as his captor entered. The man walked around Abraham's chair and faced him. His face was masked by a military helmet that was worn only by elite members of the military. It was equipped with a virtual HUD, body monitoring systems and a virtual-link to high-grade military weapons.

The man was bare-chested and was marked by a large ouroboros tattoo, similar to the ones the bandits had sketched on their armor. His legs were covered by heavily plated military armor. More ouroboros tattoos covered his arms and neck. The man spoke and his voice was commanding.

"Salve," he said sternly in a rich Italian accent.

Abraham shook his head.

"Ah... So Giovanni was right, eh?" he said briskly. The man's voice was magnified by his helmet. "English... It is your language, yes?" he continued.

Abraham nodded slowly and struggled against his restraints.

The man laughed. "Don't bother, amico. I'll release you soon."

Abraham raise his eyebrows.

What the hell?

The man walked around him and manually discharged the handcuffs and the leg restraints. Abraham immediately stood and lunged towards the man. However, he quickly stumbled and became nauseous from the effort.

"Hoho! So these are what you need?" the man chuckled. He reached around his back and produced the thermos containing Abraham's pills. "You'll get your little pills... Eventually. First, let me welcome you to my city. Posto Dei Re. The City of Kings."





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Re: Post-Apocalyptic RP

Post by Guest on December 4th 2012, 13:27

PART 2: THE RISE OF THE FOURTH REICH
Post Apocalypse
New Berlin, Germany


Germany became a superpower. With the crumbling societies at the other countries, Niklas was not hesitant to destroy them and extend the boarders of the Fatherland. The German army became an indestructible force, with others breaking under the pressure of the extending boarders. Niklas was not merciful, but he did not kill survivors, instead he enslaved them. The German war machine needed fuel, and Niklas had the Outsiders doing the work. Those who knew could say it was the next Holocaust, but no one wanted to stand up to him, because life was finally peaceful, and no one wanted to jeopardize that.

When we had finally captured the French capital of Paris, the citizens of Germany sang a song of victory. I did not sing, for I knew the true events that Niklas had orchestrated that day. This was not a war.

It was a massacre.


0515 HOURS
3 MILES OUT FROM NEW BERLIN
SEPTEMBER 18TH, 2181


The guards were dead, and Adolf and Fynn stood by the barracks. Adolf nodded, and Fynn silently opened the door. The men were all sleeping, unsuspecting of what was about to happen. One by one Fynn and Adolf walked along the line of beds, and executed the men. All that could be heard was ping, ping, ping.
When the last one was dead, they returned to the center of the camp.
{Lucas, go ahead and disarm those explosives. We're done here.}
He pulled out a bulky com radio, {Spectre this is Zulu-01, you are clear to send the Humvee in. We have rations, lots of them.}
{Excellent job, Zulu-01. Our ETA is 2 minutes. Pack up boys, you deserve hot meals and cold drinks for that.}
Adolf saw Lucas made a gesture that said "Hell yea!"
{Leon, you are clear to come to the camp. The Humvee will be here in 2 minutes.}
{Good, I thought I was going to freeze up here.}

After they loaded up the Humvee's with their loot, they made their way to the city of New Berlin. They passed the checkpoint, and drove to Niklas' palace.
{Why are we going here?} Lucas asked the driver.
{The Fuhr wishes to dine with you, as a reward for your success.} The driver shouted over the sound of the truck.
{You are in luck, Lucas. Perhaps the Fuhr has a special bottle of Scotch for you!} Fynn said, and the 5 men laughed.

{I cannot thank you four enough for your service to the Fatherland.} Niklas said, raising a glass to them. The other men followed suit (Except for Lucas, who held a whole bottle of Scotch.)
{An elite group of men like you must be treated like the best!} Niklas said again.
{We are humbled by your words, Mien Fuhr, but I think I speak on behave of the others here when I say we only wish to better the Fatherland.} Adolf said, and the other men nodded.

{And we couldn't ask for more.} Niklas said.

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Re: Post-Apocalyptic RP

Post by Goldenbudda21 on December 4th 2012, 15:06

CHAPTER 2, Part 1: New York
SETTING: Post Apocalyptic New York City
DATE: September 21, 2180
CHARACTER: D'Artagnian Everard

//since nothing happened on the trip to New York, I skipped forward.//

The week long trip to New York was long and treacherous. Crossing the blanketed forests and the scorched towns were difficult on Dart's body and emotions. Houses and stores all burnt and crumbled. Shadows of people burnt into the ground left there as a permanent reminder of what a nuclear bomb can do. The streets riddled with the bodies of families who no doubt were attacked in their travels buy thieves and desperate people.

The American government was the first to crumble. And while ruling by freedom made them the dominant nation, they had no one to rule them when everything went to hell. The military, being deployed to help other countries, were captured by more dominant countries and used in their military. The New Germany had risen up and become a dominant country once again, but this time, America wouldn't be able to stand up to them. As a matter of fact, America was one of the only countries that completely crumbled when the disasters started. The country has no law in any way except the ragtag groups of "self proclaimed" law enforcement who only intimidate and harm.for their own good.

As New York came into view, the once proud buildings now on the constant fear of falling on the refugees who traveled to the city for safety. The streets riddled with tents and huts that contained anywhere from 5 to 7 people. Their clothes all torn and tattered as they scrapped around for food. The more preserved part of the city, Manhattan Island, had been closed off and walled up so that only the wealthy could live there.

Dart needed to make his way to the island to sale his goods to the vendors inside the walls. However as he looked down on the city, he could see he had already been spotted by a large group of nasty looking men waiting to attack him."If that is what they want, they shall have it. But only on my time." Dart put his stuff down and sat there beside it crossing his legs. There he waited to encounter his awaiting fight.


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