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Post by Goldenbudda21 on January 1st 2013, 17:46

I want this RP back. It had much potential and I think it can go far. So here we go, lets make the second one count. I expect some participation too.

RULES:
1. No God-Modding - Please do not create an invincible character! If your character has either only way to kill him/him or requires and inconceivable amount of damage to kill him/her, that character must be either eliminated or erased. Also refrain from using one-hit kills or instant-kills. Another thing that must be avoided is creating abilities for your character on the spot that would avoid taking any damage. For example, if you were about to hit by something, like a missile for example, you are not allowed to say anything like, "Just before the missile came in contact with him, he immediately activated a projectile shield that could not be pierced by any known substance." Instead, try either dodging it or using a previously mentioned ability.

2. Stick to the Story - I cannot stress the importance of this. While back-stories and side-stories are fun, please make sure your entire character's experience is not just a bunch of memories. Also, try to keep things in-line with the theme.

3. No Triple-Posting - To give everyone a fair chance for their character, you cannot post three times consecutively. (Thrice, if you prefer). The reason being so, if you're an extremely detailed poster, such as Blackhalos99, Goldenbudda21 or ZAMORAKSELITE, your posts will take up a large chunk of a page. To give less detailed posters a chance, you are only allowed to make a post after your own once.

4. Keep Things Realistic – One person is not so great that they can kill hundreds of people who are all equipped soldiers with training…civilians while pitchforks, yes, but not soldiers. Keep it looking like an actual possibility.

5. Friendly Posting- If you wish to try conflict with other posters, ask them first and see if they wish to participate. Maybe they do, maybe they don’t, ask them, run your plan by them and see. If they don’t, find someone else or do a different idea. If you both agree to have a “post by post” plan where you go by what the other has posted, that is also fine. But, no between-poster conflicts that each of you have not agreed on. You can talk between each other by using in-thread “//” or through private message. If you talk in-thread, post may be deleted as to not ruin the flow of the story. So no one get upset.

Note: Anyone who has broken a rule, or has done something without conversing with another player, that poster will be under review by the other posters and could be deemed to be temporarily suspended from that tread for their offense. In this case, all post they make will be deleted. Further affliction will result in total removal.

Offense:
1) Poster will be asked to change post to more suitable post and given warning
2) Poster will be temp banned from thread for a day
3) Poster will be temp banned from thread 3 days
4) Poster will be completely removed from thread and all posts deleted.
These rules are put here to protect other posters and to keep the story flowing and everyone happy.

Other Guidelines

To say something other than a role-play post in this thread, use "//" before and after the post. This helps keep things orderly.

Please date your posts with roughly the exact date on which most of your post will take place on. Hours and minutes aren't essential, but try to have the day, month and year.

If you wish to leave the thread, just simply say so and leave. I won't ask why. Promise
HAVE A GOOD RP
Posters from original RP, please refrain from “copy and paste” of your old story. You may use the same character and the same story, but don’t be lazy about it. Thanks.

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Re: Post Apocalyptic RP Restart

Post by Goldenbudda21 on January 1st 2013, 17:47

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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Post by Goldenbudda21 on January 1st 2013, 17:49

Name: Darius Ashry

Age: 21

Race: Egyptian; light sandy skin

Hair Color: bald with black ponytail

Eye Color: Brown

Build: Small but chiseled muscles. About 6 feet tall. But tinier build.

Faction: None.

Weaponry Specialty: two 10 inch khopesh (sickle-sword)

Psychology: Born in Cairo, Egypt. He was raised by his mother and father who were wealthy Egyptologists. He would follow them when they went on excursions to the pyramids or to the ruins that surrounded the nation. He learned as a young boy how to read hieroglyphs and how to understand the ancient ways. When he turned 10, he read a story about the khopesh. A weapon adopted by the Egyptian royal guard and army and used it to become extremely powerful in the ancient world. With his interest sparked, he bought two smaller versions of the sword and began to train under some weapons specialists in Egyptian. before too long he became extremely gifted in using the blades. When he turned 17, his parents were murdered and he began to search for their killer. Finding them he killed them in rapid movements using his khopesh. For three years he has been a hired mercenary to anyone who could afford him. Obsessed by the ancient Egyptian ways, he took on the name Hotep after the apocalypse and use it to identify him to his employers.

//I wanted to change it up too.//[strike]


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Re: Post Apocalyptic RP Restart

Post by Guest on January 1st 2013, 18:19

//This is a brilliant idea. Budda, you're my favorite person right now.//

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Post by Guest on January 1st 2013, 18:40

//I'm not going to be using my first character, in order to switch things up.//

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Name: Daniel Whit

Age: 17

Race: American

Hair Color: Brownish Blonde

Eye Color: Dark Brown

Build: Average Build; Strong Runner

Faction: Thorn's Guild (American Bandits)

Weaponry Specialty: Shotguns; Explosives

Psychology: Has a Lot of Common Sense, But Not Much Else; Kind to Others Because He Was Shown Little Kindness.

Side Notes: Daniel was in his last year at an orphanage in San Coyotito (a fictional city in the future) in California when the apocalypse began. When the orphanage was abandoned, Daniel stepped up and kept the other boys calm. Eventually, a local bandit leader, Thorn, came and offered to let Daniel join his gang. However, in choosing between the children and Thorn, Daniel decided to stay. That same night, Thorn kidnapped Daniel and brought him to Sacramento, which serves as the HQ for Thorn's Guild.

Weapons: HPAS-14 (High Powered Automatic Shotgun); Machete; "Barracuda" (Bandit Lance-style Rocket Launcher)

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Post by Guest on January 1st 2013, 19:26

Name: Alexander Wartohn (Lacking my creative edge)

Age: 19

Race: German

Hair Color: Blonde

Eye Color: Brown

Build: Athletic, though not so much muscular, what he lacks in strength he makes up in agility

Faction: Neu Wehrmacht, Growing group that wish to revive Germany and revive Adolf Hitler's vision of the Third Reich.

Weaponry Specialty: DSR 50, with a high power variable zoom scope. Also carries a combat knife and a silencer for his rifle.

Psychology: Born strategist, he is a very deep thinker and planner, and always seems to have the tactical edge over enemies.

Side Notes: Being much younger than the other members, Alex is often overlooked and under-estimated. He is excellent at stealth, since he trained himself due to living as an orphan his entire life. A fellow member (though much higher rank), Anelie Steiner, saw this potential after she witnessed him break into a store for food and recruited him to the cause.

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Post by Goldenbudda21 on January 1st 2013, 23:36

Chapter 1: Refuge
Character: Darius Ashry
Setting: Egypt
Date: October 17, 2181


The hot desert sun rose early and soon blistered the dry air and the sand that blanketed the region. Darius woke up in sweat. Ever since the death of his parents so many years ago, he was plagued with nightmares depicting their bloody corpses that infested his sleep. Darius got up slowly from his bed and peaked through the one window of his one room hut. Off in the distant stood one of the Great Pyramids. Its stood proud, tall, and firm; reflections of the Egyptian people. The other two pyramids sat in rubble, traces of what they used to be. It wasn't so long ago, Iraq launched missiles on the nation destroying the capitol, and the other two pyramids.

Everytime Darius looked at the last one, he could feel nothing but pride for him and his people. Darius was fascinated with the Ancient Egyptians. He loved everything about them, and so, he dressed as they did. It was his mercenary persona. He turned from the window and slowly drew the black shade around his eyes from the khol. He then grabbed his eagle weseht (the large golden collars) that was an exact replica of the one with by King Tut, except his was made if steel, and placed it over his head and sat on his shoulders adding 20 lbs if weight to his body. Then, he reached for his jade scarab ring and secured it on his left middle finger. Finally he put his loose black hair up in a pony tail, put on his tan cargo pants, his thin sandals, and grabbed up his signature khopesh and tied them both securely to the right side if his waist using a price if strong leather and walked out of his home.

Today was his last day in his home. Today he was leaving for England. He had heard there was much need for mercenaries in America because the country was now lawless anyone more wealthy patrons paid food to have some new enemies eliminated. He would ride on horseback to England and catch a frigate heading to America. It would be about a week's trip with his horse, Ra. Ra was a hybrid horse that could run full speed for days without food, water, and rest. Ra was Darius' best friend. Ra went on every contract with Darius, and he would travel with him to America too.

Darius walked up to the incredible beast. The horses white coat stood out from the sandy colored surroundings, and the black diamond on his forehead mirrored its black mane and Darius' single black ponytail. "Good boy Ra." He said in a deep, strong voice. "We have a long trip ahead. You won't get much sleep my friend. Can you handle that?" As if the beast read his masters mind, Ra lowered his head and awaited for Darius to climb on. Darius smiled, "Lets ride my friend." Darius climbed onto his horse and in a flash they were off with the sound off horse hoves and the clank of the khopesh the only thing that signaled their departure.

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Post by Guest on January 3rd 2013, 02:01

CHAPTER 1: THIEF IN THE NIGHT

Agent Steiner, Anelie "Gespenst"
New Berlin, Germany
October 17, 2181

New Berlin. The somewhat prominent city only held gang lords and wealthy arms dealers, among other things. Their leader may have saved Germany, but only the wealthy survive now in this godless world. The woman known as Gespenst moved quietly among the slums outside of the city, where those less fortunate barely survived. She was hear after hearing rumors in the winds about a young man who always is seen stealing, then disappearing from sight. This intrigued her, as so few possessed such a gift in stealth, and not being seen by the enemy is her main tactic. She eventually reached a store where a german man was fussing about something to another man standing there.
//Going to use the [ ] thing again to show they are speaking german, though translated//

[...I can hardly make a living, the last thing I need is that little punk stealing from me again!]
She knew this was just the person she was looking for, so she moved on, waiting until dark to find him.

[Gespenst.] Her radio crackled, [how much longer is this going to take? The Fuhr does not like to wait.]

[Soon.] She replied in her mysterious, monotone voice. Not a moment later, she heard movement. She spun around and clicked a button on her mask, lowering a small green thermal scanner. She saw a figure leap from rooftop to rooftop, not breaking pace, and she saw he was running in the direction of the small shop. She kept pace with him on the ground. She saw him reach the store, and in one fluent motion dive through a broken window and roll to the ground.

My my my, that was impressive... she thought to herself. He is no doubt a prime candidate. Of course, she had to follow protocol in order to take him in. She readied her chloroform shot canister, and tossed it into the store. She saw the boy flinch, and try to move away but merely staggered a few steps and collapse.
[Natter. The boy is ready for extraction.]

[Confirmed, Gespenst. We will be there shortly.]

That might hurt tomorrow... At least I didn't use the dart this time...

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Post by Guest on January 4th 2013, 10:39

CHAPTER 1: ALLEGIANCE
CHARACTER: DANIEL WHIT
SETTING: SACRAMENTO
DATE: OCTOBER 17, 2181


For the first time in a long while, Daniel Whit cried. In his arms was the bloodied and lifeless body of a young boy, about 10 years old. Multiple wounds from a blade leaked no blood; the boy had died much earlier. Slowly and gently, Daniel placed the boy's body on the cement street, which was wrecked from a firefight. He dried his eyes and looked around at the carnage. Thorn had ordered a straight up raid of San Alejandro, a very modern city just south of Sacramento.

A few Maulers, as Thorn referred to them, began to scan the area for survivors. The Maulers were some sort of mechanical droid designed by a bandit scientist in South America. The Maulers operated themselves, but they were more than just robots. They walked on four armored legs with two joints each, and had an upright, almost human, torso, as well as two arms that ended in curving scimitars. Most people, if they were smart, used range against the Maulers, for their skill and speed in close-quarters was unrivaled.

The Maulers narrow head possessed enough forms of detection to track a ghost across the country. However, Daniel knew this Maulers weren't in the best condition. Of the three, two functioned properly, and all of them were scarred with dents, scrapes and blood stains. Daniel heard voices as he watched the Maulers trek into the city. They would serve as vicious, but effective, scouts.

"Hey Danny!" said a startlingly deep voice from behind, "Why dontcha follow those Maulers? Thorn said yer on scout duty." Daniel nodded without turning around. If Alan saw his tears, he would no doubt give him clean-up duty, which consisted of torching the carcasses with a Bandit flamethrower nicknamed "The Incinerator." Daniel quickly stood an ran off in the direction the Maulers went.

To Daniel, of all the duties assignable, clean-up was the worst and scout was the best. Daniel hated having to "clean-up" those who had been slaughtered, but trying to keep up with the Maulers was a challenge that took Daniel's mind off of the carnage. Suddenly, he no longer heard the sound of metal scratching stone, a sure sign that the Maulers had stopped.

Quickly, Daniel moved through the crumbling metal and glass that were the remains of what appeared a very modern office building. As he climbed over a large pile, he spotted the Maulers staring intently at something on the building's front steps. Huffing, he trekked across an ornate lobby, complete with a massive koi pond and saw what the Maulers were staring at.

Shining, at the bottom steps of the ruined office building, was a large Warhammer. Daniel nearly passed out. The Bandit "Warhammer" was no doubt the most lethal of the bandit vehicles. It was roughly 15 feet tall and almost twice that length. The vehicle was shaped like a rectangle, with the front sloping to allow for some aerodynamic effect. Its shining white metal plating could withstand a direct hit from a rocket launcher. The Warhammer was also equipped to prevent any sort of EMP or Cryo energy. On each side a large heavy engagement machine gun was attached to the hull. The Warhammer's only other weapon was its Pulse Cannon. The Pulse Cannon dominated the top of the Warhammer and was designed to knock out Satellite and Communications towers. The Maulers began to scan the Warhammer as Daniel ran towards it.

Just before he could reach the ladder positioned on the back to climb in through the manhole, Daniel heard the massive engines begin to hum. Suddenly, the large tank treads that were hidden by metal plating began to pull the Warhammer forward. It was still moving at a very slow pace, but Daniel knew the Warhammer would pick up speed in a few seconds. Making a last minute choice, he grabbed onto the ladder, pulled out his shotgun and blew apart each of the Maulers as they began to scuttle towards the moving Warhammer.

How's that for scouting duty?

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Post by Goldenbudda21 on January 5th 2013, 01:21

//wanted to tell everyone, I don't care if you wish to do something with my character. Like, I love surprises and I love conflict. As long as my character doesn't die, or you don't make him look like a punk, I love anything. I love unexpected meetings and a good fight scene I i don't win as long as my guy looks like the bad@$$ that he is. So, for future reference, no need to speak with me on something you wanna com im game. Lol.//

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Post by iFreebird on January 6th 2013, 08:41

Name:Donald Macauly

Age:29

Race:Scottish

Hair Color: Blond

Eye Color:Blue

Build:large muscular

Faction:none

Weaponry Specialty: MG36,two 44 colt, Large Templar dagger

Psychology: Battle harden veteran. quick to violence

Side Notes:Donald was born in the highlands of Scotland. When we was 18 he was drafted to join the Knight's Templar the dominate faction in Scotland and northern England. Over the next ten years of his life he fought in many battles and two wars. Now the Templar's control all of England, Whales, Ireland, and Scotland. Donald now his freedom and is a mechanic on a cargo ship that is departing for New York city in a few days.





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Post by Guest on January 6th 2013, 13:02

Chapter 2: The Neu Wehrmacht
Agent Steiner, Anelie "Gespenst"
Waffenfabrik Der Riese
Breslau, Germany
October 18th, 2181



Wake up... Alex heard someone say. He awoke with a jolt, and saw a stunningly beautiful woman there. He noticed he was restrained to a chair, and he tried to move his arms out of it. The woman frowned.

[I am sorry, Alex. The restrains are simply protocol. Nothing against you...]

[Who are you? Where am I? And how do you know my name?]

[My apologies, where are my manners?] She smiled. [My name is Anelie, you are in our secret facility, where this is I cannot tell you.]

[Why did you take me here?]

[Because I see a lot of potential in you. Rumors of your stealth spread far beyond New Berlin, possibly outside of Germany even. I brought you here because I think you will be very useful to our cause. You will need training of course...]

[This is too much for me, I'm just a thief on the streets, I don't want to be apart of some militia group, doesn't Germany have an army?]

[The Deutsche Heer are nothing more than Niklas' police. They do not make life better for us, you should know that yourself.]

Alex knew this was the case. The "police" were nothing more than bullies that made people's lives more miserable.

[Do you want to continue to see Germany suffer? People dying before your eyes and you can't do a thing about it?]

[No.] Alex replied, [no I don't.]

Anelie smiled and untied the ropes around Alex's arms. He rubbed his wrists and looked up at her, mystified by her hazel eyes. Who was this mysterious girl? Why did she come for him, out of all people? Was it true that rumors of him stretch beyond the wretched clutches of Niklas Hitler and New Berlin? It was a lot to take in for him, but he liked the idea of no one no longer suffering.

[Come. You have a lot to learn.] She smiled, and she led Alex out of the room to the training module.


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CHAPTER 3: EASTWARD
CHARACTER: DANIEL WHIT
SETTING: WALKER RIVER, NEVADA
DATE: OCTOBER 18, 2181


Looking out of the windshield, Daniel noticed there was a large amount of swirling ash in the air illuminated by the Warhammer's headlights. His hands, which were covered in dry blood, shakily gripped the steering wheel. The spacious interior of the Warhammer was illuminated by dull blue lights. Daniel tried to focus as he looked at the various screens and the dashboard of the Warhammer. A radar showed that he was miles away from anything even remotely alive. Another screen showed that the radiation here was dangerously high.

Daniel stopped the Warhammer and turned around. Laid against the walls were two dead and bloodied bodies. One's head was blown off. After Daniel had climbed onto the back, he dropped into the Warhammer through the manhole and killed the occupants before they could even draw their weapons. After looting them, he decided to head to a location that was scribbled on a piece of paper. It read: "New Boise: Airbase - 0700 - 10.21" Since then, Abraham had been heading towards New Boise, which was listed as being a modern city in southern Idaho in the Warhammer's database.

Why would these guys be heading to an airbase?

The bandits he had killed didn't seem like they were part of an elite bandit group; they carried only Butcher assault-rifles and had a Javelin rocket-launcher leaning on the wall. Daniel started moving the Warhammer again. Suddenly, the Warhammer hit a bump, and Daniel's face hit the steering wheel with a thud. Rubbing his head, Daniel cursed and got out of the seat. Blood started to seep from the wound.

That's gonna' leave a mark...

Daniel walked into the other section of the Warhammer and slid open part of a wall, which revealed ammunition, food, water and medical supplies. He grabbed a red cloth pouch that was marked with a white cross. Then he heard a quiet hiss followed by a thump. Daniel checked the clock and found it was only 1:10 AM. Ignoring the noise, he sat in the driver's chair and tended his wound. A long hiss came from outside, and Daniel instinctively grabbed his machete. Finishing with his wound, he stood and got into a fighting stance.

A thump came from the top of the Warhammer, and something began scraping the manhole cover. Daniel dropped the machete and picked up his HPAS. Fearing the radiation, Daniel scrambled to get to a military-grade gas mask in the supply closet. He put it on, just as the manhole cover was ripped from the ceiling. A putrid gas filled the air, and Daniel flinched. Then it dropped down. Standing at roughly five and a half feet, a dark skinned creature landed in the Warhammer. It had an elongated head in the back with a pronounced slouch. It had tiny beady eyes and razor sharp teeth that filled a large mouth. Thin arms were topped off with sharp claws. It was extremely thin, but its legs were muscled.

Daniel was too shocked to react, but the creature began to devour the remains of one of the bandits. Swallowing hard, Daniel shot at it enough times to blow it apart. Green blood spewed from gaping wounds. On closer examination, Daniel decided it may have been a human that was extremely affected by the radiation. He cautiously stepped over it, and was about to get the hell out of there, when he heard hissing. And running.

Panicking, he revved the engine and sped away from the hell that was Walker River.

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Post by Goldenbudda21 on January 7th 2013, 02:07

Chapter 2: Travel
Character: Darius Ashry
Setting: Russia
Date:October 18, 2181

Darius woke early the next morning. So early, it was still night. Since he and Ra were so close, and since Ra was such an astounding horse, they had developed a way to travel without the need of stops. Ra would slow down his gallop and Darius would fall asleep with his arms folded over his chest and his head hung while Ra continued on their journey. This was a talent they had developed over their tears of loyalty and self growth. Darius looked around, he wasn't sure where they were but he knew Ra knew. Ra had a great sense if direction and knew the way to any place he had been before, and London was a place they had traveled frequently when some wealthy aristocrats were needing some unfortunate events to happen to some enemies. Darius would gladly accept the kinds if money and would do the job he was paid for. So, because Ra had been to London before, he was confident in his horse.

"Ra, where are we at? I do not recognize anything." Of course, Ra didn't answer, but Darius was comforted with the thought if being able to talk to his friend. "I don't even know what time it is. It must be early morning. There in the sky, the constellation of Anubis, must be early morning. Good, means we are making good time." Ra continued on, with nothing but the beat if his hooves to answer his master. "Here boy, have a sugar cube." Darius reached down and gave the sugar to his horse and patted him softly. "Alright, lets be getting off." Darius grabbed the reins and with a might snap, Ra was off in a jolt running at full speed.

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Post by Agent Dawn on January 7th 2013, 05:08

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Archivist: Nasaj Rey (FDoD [Cr])- FDoD Sect: Alpha Victor
Purpose: Federal Inquiry of Resident A:00234260.

Name: Alana Groombridge

Age: 18

Gender: Female

Race: Caucasian

Hair Color: Red

Eye Color: Blue

Build: Skinny

Psychology: Intelligent, Reclusive.

Side Notes: Daughter of Alfred Groombridge of the Groombridge house. She has excellent marks in Language, History, and Musical Arts.

Federal Notes: She is marked for Military Service starting on E67 2nd, A149.

//If I might that no one tries to reference my character or setting at the beginning. Plox.//

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Without these qualities life will be violent and all will be lost.

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Post by Agent Dawn on January 7th 2013, 08:21

Chapter One: Solace of the Night
Character: Alana Groombridge
Setting: Federation Complex B:035OBS
Date: E67 2nd, A149.

We are often told of the day that the world ended.

Fire, water, land, and sea rose up and destroyed the world the had been. Nations had been destroyed and billions had been killed with little to no survivors. Only the lucky few had been saved from this apocalypse, the rich and the powerful. They had left the poor and helpless to die terrible deaths.

Although we were never told the last part, it was not hard to know it. The Federation would like to make themselves out as the heroes and saviors of Humanity, but at what cost? What made them so special to live while everyone else perished.

This is a question I had asked myself many nights and this one was no different. Looking into the night sky, I see the stars twinkle through the polarized hard glass dome above us and it made me mind wander. I wondered how many of the dead's blood she had on her hands. What makes me so special? Why did I get to live?

Why did I get to live?...

This question in particular often haunted me for I had no answer.

I don't know why.

My life is filled with unanswered questions, and it began to weigh her down. It was if I am thinking herself to death as it were, yet I can't stop. I can't hide from the truth because I'd always know it's there and nothing could help her. I live everyday becoming more and more weighed down.

Then came my 18th birthday. That was the day I wad to be drafted into the Federation Military and with my high marks in the entrance exam she held a position in surveillance. There I oversaw the external surveillance and there I saw what once was...

Earth

It is desolate yet still it clung onto life. Scans indicated the high plausibility of surviving life. Perhaps there was still hope for Humanity, perhaps there is an answer to my question...

Maybe... I have a purpose....

Soon the idea of returning to Earth became a possibility and now the Federation was sending a select few back to our beginning, to Earth.

Now as I look out into the stars, I no longer saw questions...

But hope....

The ship is going to depart in two hours, and in two hours I'd begin my purpose.

I am going home...

Alana Groombridge, E67 2nd, A149.

//I hope it's not to outlandish. btw. this is not are your guy's current date and time and is way before it as to realistically represent the time it'll take to get to Earth//


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We have developed speed, but we have shut ourselves in;
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Our knowledge has made us cynical,
our cleverness hard and unkind.
We think too much and feel too little.
More than machinery we need humanity,
more than cleverness we need kindness and gentleness.

Without these qualities life will be violent and all will be lost.

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Post by Goldenbudda21 on January 7th 2013, 19:52

Chapter 3: Memories
Character: Darius Ashry
Setting: Italy
Date: October 18, 2181

The stars that light up the early morning sky were as blurs as Ra raced through the night. Darius could feel the heat of the beast as they soared past the remnants of houses and buildings, rotting corpses and vulchers. "Sickening." Darius thought to himself. He knew that it was hard for the entire world when disaster hit, but for so many of who were left to care so little, that was why he became a killer for hire.

He could remember the atrocity lit a fresh memory. His parents, after surviving the disasters that struck, fought off bandits, and thugs, and "tax collectors" so that they may live. He was only 10 at the time. There were times where he would even help his parents using his khopesh. It wouldn't be much, a stab here, a cut there, but he felt like he was a true warrior. His parents, they were both skilled fighters. But they had to be, to protect him. His mother, a dark skinned woman, with a fiery soul killed with daggers and his father, mighty and strong, killed with a large 22 inch khopesh and a small bronze shield. Sure, it didn't do much for people with guns, but those were a rarity in Egypt. Those who survived, resorted to ancient Egyptian ways. And so, those who used guns were considered cowards.

Then, one evening, as he and his parents were inside the only pyramid that was left standing, grave robbers caught them. There were four of them. Despicable treasure hunters who were searching for anything of value. They each were armed with assault rifles. He and his family were defenseless. The men surrounded them. They jerked his mother to the ground and two men swarmed her. His father tried to stop them but he was knocked into a wall. The meh began to rip his mother's clothing and his father got up and rushed them but one of the men turned and put three bullets in his forehead. From a dark corner, Darius watched as the men picked at his mother like buzzards, he could hear her cries of pain and sorrow. The death of her husband and the thought of what these men were about to do. Darius could take no more. He got up, raised his khopesh high, and plunged them into one of the men. The man hollered in pain and threw the young Darius into a statue and knocked him out. When he came to, his mother laid naked on the floor with a bullet hole in the back of her head and his father where he was last seen alive. Darius cried for days. Weeping for his parents.

It was then, he swore, he would kill whoever needed him to. He killed for money, just as those men did. And the only way he would ever feel relief, was if others felt his pain. He killed whoever he was paid to. Now, he was the treasure hunter. But he swore, if ever, somehow he found the men who killed his parents, he would torture them until they begged for death.

He looked up, and there were the streets if Italy. He loved this country. The people so exotic, the food, so delicious. Now, however, the country was a shadow of its former self. The streets were lifeless, loveless, and sad. Pale, starving people sulked around begging for anything and everything. There was nothing dead in the streets, the residents had need to eat everything, including the rotted corpses. Darius now loathed the country, but he always came through it if he was going hear it, just to remember it the way it was.

"Come Ra, I have grown tired if this sickening scene. Take me to London. Heeyah!"

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Continued...

[Agent Gespenst and Agent Natter, your presence is requested by Leiter Lucas.] The com buzzed. Gespenst rolled her eyes and turned back to Alex.

[I need to see what this is about. Usually if your requested by Lucas it's nothing good. As a matter in fact, why don't you come with me? Since you're officially one of the Neu Wehrmacht, you should see our leader.]

Alex nodded, but it wasn't like he had much of a choice at this point. This still was very new to him. One day he's stealing food from a store to try and survive, now he's in a highly advanced base that trained a group of fighting elite soldiers that want to see an end to Niklas' terrors. Bit of a life style change.

The two walked into the office, and Lucas was standing looking out the window into the large courtyard below. Today was sparring, they had several members face off to test and train skills.

[Leiter Lucas.] Gespenst said. He turned around, and Alex had to bite his tongue to prevent from gaping in surprise. He wore an eye patch over his left eye that also partially covered a huge scar that ran down his face. A second later, another man walked in, very tall and slim.

[I called you both here, because there is something I need you to do for me. Being a busy man, I cannot simply leave my post and go about with these... tedious chores. That's why I have you.] He smiled, and the other two smiled at the joke as well, though Alex kept a straight face, trying to debate on what in the hell could put that kind of scar on a mans body.

[Obviously, you are aware of our current scientific... experiments... regarding the previous ones done at this same place almost two centuries ago? I know you are Natter, but you Gespenst?] He asked.

[Of course. Though not much success has come out of it, other than...] She stopped there, and Lucas nodded.

Other than what? Alex thought to himself. This all is starting to sound a little too secretive for my taste....

[Indeed. However, I have recently made contact with a man that could help us truly decipher the last bit of information regarding the element. I would like you to meet him and be sure he gets here safely, he might be our only hope in unlocking the secrets. The two nodded in unison.

[Very good... Get prepared for a long trip, he currently resides in New York City.]

[America?] Natter snorted, [why would anyone want to live in such a vile, barbaric place?]

[He is on the run from Russian KGB agents, why I don't know, but that's why I would like you tw... THREE, to go.]

[Understood.] Natter said. Alex and Gespenst both nodded, and Lucas motioned them to leave.

[well well, looks like your first day just got a lot more exciting!] Gespenst said.

I'm not a big fan of excitement... Alex thought, and they kept walking down the hall until he stopped at a framed picture. It was in black and white, and showed several men in military uniforms and lab coats standing in front of a large machine-type thing. One was holding a jar with some odd stone in it.

[Ah, I see you like the photographs we have here.] She said.

[They're so... old...] Alex noted. It was true, the date said 1938, a time that Alex knew little about.

[That's the original lab team working on the Element. I'm a distant relative to him.] She said, pointing to one at the end. He seemed to have a malevolent look on his face.

[Friedrich Steiner. He helped create a massive super weapon during that era. I can never remember the name...] She began to mumble off random things. There were two more pictures, one with 5 men standing around the same machine, and Alex could faintly make out the word Group 935 on each of their lab coats. The last one was a larger man with a little girl at his side holding a teddy bear.

[That's Ludvig Maxis, the founder of this place. He was the first person to begin to discover the true potential of the Element.]

[HEY! We have work to do!] Natter shouted from down the hall, and the two moved on. Not before Alex took one last glance at the picture with the 5 men. Their signatures were all at the bottom, and one stood out from the others.

Edward Richtofen.

//If you're starting to get annoyed with my repetitive references, I do apologize in advance. I'm running out of idea's, and guess what I played all day?//

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Post by iFreebird on January 8th 2013, 06:18

Donald was working on the engine of the ship. It was a old hunk of junk that was long past it's prime. " Mother Fucker peace of shit" he cranked and welded then cranked some more.

he stepped back and got pulled a radio out of his back pocket " Ok Al turn the rust bucket on lets see if she runs" the radio beeped as he put it back in his pocket. Few seconds later the Large engine started to make a sound and then gears began turning the ship was running.

a beep could be heard from Donald's pocket and then a voice came out." Looks like she will sail the sea's again thanks to you Mac". Donald pulled the radio out again " Looks that way. I'm gonna head to bed see ya in the morning Al"

Donald made his way to his bunk and laid down. He had just worked for along time doing something he finds boring and dull but at least the pay is good.

As Donald slept he had dreams or more so like flash backs of the wars. The sound of mortars going off all around him people screaming for help. The one sound that stuck out the most was his gun going off as he shot it at his enemy's killing them. Then the count of kills he had. for the first 4 years of serves his buddy's an him kept count of their kills but that ended after a huge battle.

As the images of the battle of London began to appear in Donald's dream he awoke in a cold sweat.
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Post by Goldenbudda21 on January 8th 2013, 13:25

Chapter 4: London
Character: Darius Ashry
Setting: London
Date: October 19, 2181

Darius arrived in London a day later. He slept once more atop his horse before entering the once great city. Surprisingly, however, London hadn't lost all of its prestige. Many of its monuments were still standing and only half the city had become a carnivorous dump.
One of the major changes, like most great cities, after the disaster, they had resorted back to being a smaller town with small town rules. London was more split into districts now. Each district handle law and justice the way they saw fit. Only one district still kept the traditional guard, you know the red guys who never move, and that was district one where the palace was. He would need to go there to get passage to America.

He trotted through the city until he reach Rutherford Palace. James Rutherford was king in London. Yes, since that horrific day, London went to a man ruling instead of their line of women. He was the sin of the last queen, and he priced his worth by holding his sister unders guillotine and pulling the lever. The country took that act of violence as proof that it was time for a change. Surprisingly enough, the king isn't a violent man, he did what he had to do to bring order.

Darius arrived at the palace and entered. No guards tried to stop him, he wasn't sure if they were afraid or smart, but Darius would do them no harm. He pledged that he would never kill anyone who didn't deserve to due, or who he wasn't paid to kill. He walked into the main chamber and opened the door.

"Hotep!! So you to see you my friend." At the end of the room a rather large and ugly man with a powdered wig on his head stood off a rather large chair with his hands stretched wide, it was King Rutherford. The king walked towards him and the two embraced. "Hotep, how are.you my boy."
"I am fine King Rutherford. I have need of your favor."
"Oh anything my boy. You name it. I mean, you got me to this position." The king looked around and motioned for his guard to leave. They left. "Your the one who found my sister and gagged her. Then poisoned her so that she would already be dead by the time I killed her. So, you have my deepest gratitude. Now, what is it you need?"
"I need passage to New York. Your country is the only one going in and out of port right now."
"Why would you want to go to America? Its so abysmal there. Lawless and ruthless, there is no order."
"There is order in some places. Where the wealthy live. They have sealed themselves off from the rest in different spots. Even built walls around their communities. There, money will be good for someone of my talents."
"Dont you care if Germany, you know they will eventually attack America."
"Let them. I fear no one man, especially not Niklaus Hitler. I came very close to killing him one time, but I spared him. Niklaus is a coward. He hides behind his men. If he wants America because if some centuries old grudge, I'll just fond another set of wealthy patrons. Simple."
"Well, if you say so. Who am I to give advice to you. Alright, you have your passage. Talk to my teller as you leave and he will give your your papers. Find a man named Donald Macauly, he is the mechanic. He will get you a good place on the ship."
"Thank you, your majesty." And Darius left.

He found the teller and received his papers. "One day, he thought to himself, im gonna split that pudgy bastard open and watch the jam come spewing out."

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Name: Leon Zhirov

Age: 20

Race: Caucasian

Hair Color: Black

Eye Color: Blue

Build: Medium

Faction: Freelance ( formally his fathers mercenary group)

Weaponry Specialty: Custom Colt M-16, .44 Revolver,

Psychology: Master Tactician, Very direct, Sometimes gruff, Follows a code of Honor.

Side Notes: A expert in CQC and almost every firearm but prefers his trusty M-16. He his haunted by memories of his past and but seeks revenge for the death of his father and ultimately restore his family honor

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Post by Guest on January 8th 2013, 20:11

CHAPTER 4: NEW BOISE
CHARACTER: DANIEL WHIT
SETTING: NEW BOISE AIRBASE
OCTOBER 19, 2181

After miles of fear and loneliness, Daniel finally arrived in New Boise. The borders of the city was guarded by tall stone walls that were equipped with long iron spikes splattered with blood. A flag that Daniel recognized as the Blood Legion's flag flapped in the wind. As Daniel drove up in the Warhammer, he noticed the gates were open. Cautiously, he maneuvered the vehicle through the small opening. He also noticed a moat of oil surrounded the large walls.

Before Daniel could realize something was amiss, the Warhammer stopped abruptly. Suddenly, men covered with dark military armor and masks came out of small outposts on top of the walls and yelled at Daniel. "Stay in your vehicle, and don't do anything you'll regret." As they came running towards him, he noticed they were actually wearing high-grade military helmets and carried small pistols that fired electromagnetic pulses, known as EPS-4's. The one that moved the slowest towards the Warhammer carried a Butcher assault-rifle.

Quietly, one landed on the roof and entered the small manhole. After looking around the chamber and seeing the rotting flesh, he quickly jumped out. "Gah! It smells like shit in there! Let him through; he's one of us." As Daniel fumbled with the controls, he noticed tiny lines of electricity that were dancing across the monitors. However, a wave of green light washed over the vehicle, and the electricity faded.

That's some messed up technology...

Confused with what had just happened, Daniel brought the Warhammer and stopped it next to the largest bandit. He then rolled down the window with a press of a monitor, and said, "Which way to the airfield?" The large man nodded towards his left, near the center of the city. Daniel squinted and saw multiple Hellchoppers flying around, as well as a few stolen Lancers, Knights and Panzers. Daniel thanked him and drove towards the airfield.

As he drove on, he noticed the condition of New Boise. Expecting it to be worn down and abandoned, he was surprised when he discovered that groups of young men and women roamed the streets in bandit attire laughing as if they hadn't a care in the world. Suddenly, a bandit vehicle known as a "Bloodrunner" came zooming down the street. A Bloodrunner was an armored two-wheeled vehicle that was equipped with a forward mounted gatling gun and small spinning blades that came out from the sides. To match its offensive capabilities, a Bloodrunner could reach speeds of 150 miles per hour.

Eventually, after passing through warehouses, armories and other military structures, Daniel reached the airfield. He was required to leave his Warhammer at the gate, which was driven away, but he trusted the people of New Boise for some inexplicable reason. He was greeted at the barbed-wire fence gate by a dark skinned man. "Good day there fellow Bandit," said the man, "My name is Brandon Lewis." Quickly and gracefully, he leaped off the outpost tower and landed on the ground.

Whoa...

"Please. Come inside," Brandon said with a smile. Daniel followed Brandon through the airbase guardhouse and into a small room. The room's walls were white, but covered in dirt and what appeared to be blood. Inside was a small metal table and two chairs. The only source of light was an opened window. Daniel close to the exit, but Brandon remained standing. Daniel began to sweat, and Brandon spoke in a hypnotic tone. "When the guards examined your gear they knew you were a bandit. The question is, how did someone your age come all the way from California alone?"

"How the hell did you know I came from California?" Daniel asked angrily. Brandon smiled at his obvious anger. "Well, for one thing, the Plague Spawns are only found in Nevada and Texas. You obviously did not come in Texas, or we would have killed you already. Also, the Warhammer's log said it spent nearly 72 hours in Sacramento." Daniel was becoming quite aware that he may have to lie his way out of this, which wasn't a good thing. "I don't want you to answer that. I do want to know where you want to go, and why," Brandon said harshly.

Damn. Whatever I say will sound like a lie!

"I want to go to New York," Daniel said eventually. Brandon laughed. He slammed the table and yelled, "New York is dead. Most of the western side of the state is uninhabitable due to radiation. The only people living there anyways are freelancers and the wealthy. The bandits there are ignorant and pathetic." Daniel merely stared Brandon down. Brandon turned and stared out the window. Then he said, "We have a Panzer leaving New Boise in 3 hours. It's flying straight to New York City and will land in the plaza of Time Square, where a bandit lord, Karv is rallying forces. You can go on a few conditions." Daniel opened his mouth to ask a question, but Brandon continued.

"The Warhammer stays here. We've been meaning to study the Plague Spawns, and we could use a Warhammer like that 'round here. Second, you need to give me some information about Thorn's Guild. I could tell by your equipment that you were once part of their faction. Third, you will give your loyalty to Karv and do whatever he asks." Daniel found nothing wrong with these terms. He told Brandon everything, and in return, Brandon gave him a new machete, a new special shotgun called the "Hellbringer" and a military combat armor suit.

Maybe he's not so bad after all...

As Daniel rode in a Skirmisher to the Panzer that was leaving for New York, he thought of Thorn's men scrambling to find out what happened to the Maulers and himself. He laughed silently as he pictured Thorn screaming for them to search the area for that "little son of a bitch."

He eventually arrived at the Panzer, which he learned would be taking off 20 minutes early. He had only 10 minutes of time to spend conversing with the other passangers, who he learned weren't so different from himself. As the Panzer ascended into the sky, Daniel smiled.

New York, huh? Oh well.

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CHAPTER 1: Tracks
CHARACTER: Leon Zhirov
SETTING: American Wasteland, Louisiana
OCTOBER 19, 2181

Leon knew how this was going down. He checked his revolver to make sure he had 5 bullets in the chamber, he needed at least one alive for the information he needed. As he walked up to the bar's front door he recited the mantra he was was instilled with since birth.

Kill all who would kill you or a innocent.

He walked into the bar and looked around. He saw 3 men passed out at the bar drunk like there was no tomorrow, a man and a women smoking in a corner talking softly as soon as he walked in. Leon didn't have time to stand around, he need his information and needed it yesterday. He walked up to the bartender, and stared at him like a tiger looking at his next meal.

"Were is he?"
"Who?" said the Bartender
"Gage"

The whole bar stopped and looked at Leon with wide eyes filled with fear.

"Back room."

Leon didn't wait to for the bartender to moved, he marched to the door and flung it open.
The room was filled with smoke which made i harder to see but, he could still see the human figures. He already was preparing himself for a fight. Gage was the local crime lord that responsible for a lot of the suffering the near by towns.

"Leon, what brings you here?" Gage sneered
"You know why Gage, were is he?"
"Long gone, you were to late again just like you were to late to save your Father" Gage said with a wicked smile.

Just in that moment Gage's bodyguards started to point their weapons at Leon, But they weren't quick enough. Leon pulled out his revolver and put a bullet in all five bodyguards heads. As soon as they dropped, Leon rushed up to Gage and threw him into a wall, punching his stomach and face.

"WERE IS HE!?" Leon yelled.

Gage, with blood moving down his head, smiled and said "He is heading to New York, he left 3 days ago and you will never catch him."
"We''ll see Gage, but for now i'll make sure you won't hurt anymore people."

Gage's smile quickly disappeared as he looked on with horror as Leon ended him with a quick twist of the neck. Leon looked at the bodies of his enemies then left the room. When he walked out he saw almost all the patrons in the bar cowering in the corner. Leon said to the Bartender, who was frozen in place with fear, "Sorry about the mess."

Leon walked out of the bar and over to a abandon shack. He moved boxes around till he found his M-16, and his supply backpack. He got the information he needed and with his trusty rifle in hand he planned on going to New York, but he need more than just his backpack of supplies he needed to get more. Luckily he hear there was town in Tennessee looking for mercs to kill local bandits leaders, it was a good way get his supplies and destroy the scum that making peoples lives a living hell.

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Post by Goldenbudda21 on January 9th 2013, 00:19

{TRANSMISSION RECIEVED}

[By order of Niklaus Hitler, the New Berlin Recon squad is to invade America through the port in New York. This is to be carried out within the next week. On informatics return, the New Berlin Army will march on America. All resistance will be delt with and New York with be claimed in the name of the new Furhr. Once New York has been claimed, plans will be made to invade all remaining major cities.]

{TRANSMISSION ENDED}

[Ready the men, we march on New York.]

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