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04eaa6 No.1197 [Last50 Posts]
Ah yes, Whiteville. What a beautiful town in an undisclosed and not really important location somewhere in an industrial nation where everyone speaks English. With a busy town center and some suburban outskirts it has everything you could want, from shopping malls to industry and cemetaries. But of course something is not quite right, though nobody knows that yet.
Accessible through four different tunnels it is surrounded by rather steep mountains, most of the local watersupply comes from Lake White, it is also a considerable power source thanks to the dam that has been constructed several months ago.
Nothing has broken out yet, everyone is doing just fine and you are doing what you always do. Want to participate and see if you can survive the outbreak? You're in luck cause there's open spots! Now you can either be a Human or a Zombie, of course you won't be a Zombie right at the beginning, but don't worry you will become one fast enough.
If you want to be a Human fill this out and roll 1d100:
Name: [Fill this out]
Fluff: [Tell us about your character]
Health: [Healthy] - List all your ailments here
Inventory: [Leave this clear]
Skills: [Leave this clear]
Bonuses: [Leave this clear]
You will probably have to add new tabs throughout the game, don't worry I will tell you.
Now if you want to be a zombie fill this out:
Name: [Your human name, may also put an additional zombie name]
Fluff: [Tell us about your guy back when he was human]
Zombie Fluff: [What's special about your zombie? Once you get to be one of course]
Health: [Healthy]
Mutations: [Don't fill this out yet]
Pack: [Starts empty]
Bonuses: [Nothing yet]
You get 3 actions per turn, how you spend them is up to you. It's a d100 each as usual.
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04eaa6 No.1198
>>1197Name: Zach Similis
Fluff: A Police officer, that one cop who's always ready to help out and lend a hand. That one guy who's always got a smile and ready to help Out no matter what happens. Zach is an all around nice guy who became a beat cop to help people out.
Health: [Healthy] - List all your ailments here
Inventory: [Leave this clear]
Skills: [Leave this clear]
Bonuses: [Leave this clear]
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04eaa6 No.1199
 | Rolled 34 (1d100) |
>>1198forgot roll
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04eaa6 No.1200
| Rolled 30 (1d100) |
>>1197Name: James Hamson
Fluff: James was always fascinated by cars. He loved to learn about them, fix them, talk about them, and especially drive them. He even managed to make a living doing his two favorite things - talking and driving. Whatever's coming in the future, you can be sure that he'll be outmotoring it in top gear.
Health: [Healthy]
Inventory:
Skills:
Bonuses:
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04eaa6 No.1201
| Rolled 43 (1d100) |
>>1197Name: Rachael Banks
Fluff: Rachael is in her very last term of medical school. Not quite at the top of her class because that asshole Brian keeps just edging her out on test scores, she's had a thirst to prove herself one of the best medical professionals in the country ever since her mother died from complications in what should have been a routine procedure. No little kids are going to lose a parent on her watch!
Health: [Healthy]
Inventory:
Skills:
Bonuses:
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04eaa6 No.1202
>>1197Name: Grandmaster Bob of The RadioTower
Fluff: Bob runs the local Radio Station and performs all sorts of radio plays, where he and guest performers wear armor fight and recite lines supported by charitable donations. Needless to say the RadioTower is his castle.
Health: [Healthy]
Inventory:
Skills:
Bonuses:
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04eaa6 No.1203
>>1197Name: Jaynee Brahson, also known as the Brahmbie.
Fluff: Sorority member. Said 'brah' a lot. Didn't really care about education, just wanted to get really drunk and party.
Zombie Fluff: Says 'brah' a lot. For whatever reason, loves to death a particular brand of box wine.
Health: [Healthy]
Mutations: [Don't fill this out yet]
Pack: [Starts empty]
Bonuses: [Nothing yet]
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04eaa6 No.1204
| Rolled 62 (1d100) |
>>1202 Disclaimer: this post and the subject matter and contents thereof - text, media, or otherwise - do not necessarily reflect the views of the 8kun administration.
04eaa6 No.1205
>>1197Name: Thompson.
Fluff: A hard working salary man. He has worked 9-5 for the majority of his adult life without complaints. He doesnt seem to have any friends or hobbies, and nobody even knows what his first name is. The model of hardworking excellence, or average mediocrity, depending on your point of view.
Zombie Fluff: He is even more persistent and difficult to discourage than the common zombie.
Health: [Healthy]
Mutations: [Don't fill this out yet]
Pack: [Starts empty]
Bonuses: [Nothing yet]
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04eaa6 No.1206
>>1197
>Name: Mr. Wiggles>Fluff: Mr. Wiggles joined the Marine Corps at 18. After making it through basic, he proved his combat valor on multiple occasions in the war on terror. His COs recommended that he go to BUD/S, so he went, graduating top of his class. Having made it through the training necessary, he became involved in multiple secret raids on Al Queda. He has over 300 confirmed kills, is trained in guerrilla warfare, and is the top sniper in the US Armed Forces. Every Zombie is just another target to him, who he wipes the fuck out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth. He can be anywhere, at anytime and can kill a man in over 700 ways with his bare hands. In order to keep a low profile, anyone without a top secret clearance who knows of his combat history only knows of him as 'Mr. Wiggles.'>Health: [Healthy]>Inventory: [Leave this clear]>Skills: [Leave this clear]>Bonuses: [Leave this clear] Disclaimer: this post and the subject matter and contents thereof - text, media, or otherwise - do not necessarily reflect the views of the 8kun administration.
04eaa6 No.1207
| Rolled 14 (1d100) |
>>1206 Disclaimer: this post and the subject matter and contents thereof - text, media, or otherwise - do not necessarily reflect the views of the 8kun administration.
04eaa6 No.1208
>THE FIRST PART IS IMPORTANT FOR EVERYONE WHO WANTS TO USE A GUNGun Rules:
Behind your gun you will find an ammo counter, e.g:
+ [9mm - Handgun] (15) <- This is your ammo count
Whenever you use your weapon remove 1 from the counter. Roll an additional d100 and add your ammo count to it, if the total roll is below 10 you have run out of ammo.
You can increase your ammo count by finding ammunition.
There will be no special events for rolling a 1 or 100 on the ammo roll.
Questions?
>>1198With a low crime rate and rather comfortable community you fit well into Whiteville's idyllic suburbs. Your patrol route is usually around the Whittmen Elementary School. You've been there once or twice, having been invited to give the kids some talks on crime safety and why they should keep their bycicles should have locks. You've overheard once or twice that one of the teachers had specifically been asking for you, but you never really found out whether that had been true. Either way you're back on patrol, just driving around. Another unspectacular day in Whiteville.
Inventory:
+ [Police Uniform]
+ [9mm - Handgun] (15)
+ [Police Batton]
+ [Handcuffs]
+ [50 $]
Skills:
+ [Shooting - Professional]
+ [Speech - Basic]
Bonus:
+ [Protect and Serve] Whiteville isn't that big and you're reknown as friendly neighborhood cop. While people are more likely to trust you people who think they are though are less likely to respect you.
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04eaa6 No.1209
>>1208>>1200Poor Hammond. Out of solidarity you quit your job after Richard Clerkmond got fired. Of course you got paid well and are still having a good time, officially you are gone but actually you still have a few weeks till you're off the payroll. You already have a number of new offers from less prestigious car shows, but for now you are just enjoying your freetime and driving your sportscar.
Inventory:
+ [Light Leather Jacket]
+ [200 $]
+ [Lockpick]
Skills:
+ [Driving - Professional]
+ [Speech - Advanced]
Bonus:
+ [Famous] People know you, they want to make photos with you and get your autograph. They are also more likely to trust a celebrity though there will be some people who just flat out don't likely because they think you symbolize something.
>>1201Fucking Brian, what's his deal anyway? There was more to being a good doctor than having good test scores. As far as you were concerned your test scores were just about perfect. They let people know you weren't trying to impress anyone like fucking Brian but people knew that you are competent and down to earth. Or at least that was your opinion on things.
However there is one upside for your day. A patient came in earlier, he's in quarantine the whole suit shtick. If you're lucky and behave you may even get to go in and have a look at him yourself.
Inventory:
+ [Doctor's Overall]
+ [Basic Medical Equipment]
+ [30 $]
Skills:
+ [General Medicine - Professional]
Bonus:
+ [Fuck Brian] You gain a bonus when applying your medical skill while someone by the name of "Brian" is within viewing or hearing distance. Extra bonus if he is the one true Brian. However you also have to pedantically correct everyone by the name of Brian in any way you possibly can. Nothing is too pedantic.
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04eaa6 No.1210
>>1209>>1202For reasons unknown you feel it is necessary to wear armor while performing your lines. It is the one condition under which you have joined the radio sender, but it was a good decision to get you on board none the less. Though you are an awkward guy when it comes to conversation from person to person you are a beloved voice among soccer moms and live action roleplayers. How you managed to get those two groups in particular to adore you, nobody knows but you.
Iventory:
+ [Light Metal Armor]
+ [60 $]
Skills:
+ [Speech - Professional]
Bonus:
+ [The Voice] When heard on radio you carry an incredible charisma, able to sway people and convince them of a lot of things, however in person your Speech skill takes a severe penalty, because of your social awkwardness.
>>1203Black. Black. Black. Ticking. Nothing. No breathing. No heart beating. Black. Black. Flash. Electricity floods your body, your limbs shudder as you come back to live in a volatile burst sucking in the air as you rapidly sit up and almost headbutt the cute paramedic who just defibrillated you. Around you is a circle of people all looking down with a concerned gaze. Among them is Jenny. This was all her fault basically. She stole some shit from her father who was a Pharmacist and dumped it in the Wine saying it would totally get you high. Of course you didn't have to drink it and you knew that medicine and alcohol didn't go well together but it wasn't like you were just going to chicken out.
With a bitter face you swallow the bit of puke that had assembled in your mouth, grab the bottle and empty the last bit of it to the cheering of the circle and the horrified looks of the paramedics. Looks like the party can keep going.
Inventory:
+ [Cap you wear backwards]
+ [Sorority Sweater]
+ [Empty Bottle]
+ [7 $]
Bonuses:
+ [Something about that Wine]
>>1205You wake up in a dark cell. It smell's like death and puke. You cannot see. Everywhere around you is plastic. You can't see it but you feel it. You move around a bit trying to get a hold of your phone, but you must have lost it somewhere. Slowly you got nervous. Where the hell were you? You could feel something wet on your hands, something cut you. Your head hurt like hell and as you rubbed your neck you could feel a distinct scar just on the base of your skull. What the hell?
You raised your arms to stretch yourself, accidentally opening the lid of the garbage container you seem to have found yourself in. You have no idea how you got here.
Inventory:
+ [Dirty Suit]
+ [80$]
Bonus:
+ [Persistence is a Virtue]
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04eaa6 No.1211
| Rolled 1 (1d100) |
Name: Vem, "SueLord" Jacklyn
Fluff: Vem was a pretty cool dude. He had fun, was a jokester, didnt hold grudges, and go straight A's in school. Problem is he was too perfect. In reality he was highly insane, had schizophrenia, was cynical, and a sociopath. These all came out when he played games and the most unrealistic characters…period. They were a way to express his madness, his precious "Mary Sues", and he loved them more than he liked real people.
Zombie Fluff: Upon turning into a zombie, Vem's mary sues manifested in him physically. He mutates rapidly, with the only in common attributes being a hypersexual, 10ft tall, futanari. Everything else is…unique, one could say.
Health: [Healthy]
Mutations: [Don't fill this out yet]
Pack: [Starts empty]
Bonuses: [Nothing yet]
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04eaa6 No.1212
| Rolled 93, 80, 86 = 259 (3d100) |
>>1209Name: James Hamson
Fluff: James was always fascinated by cars. He loved to learn about them, fix them, talk about them, and especially drive them. He even managed to make a living doing his two favorite things - talking and driving. Whatever's coming in the future, you can be sure that he'll be outmotoring it in top gear.
Health: [Healthy]
Inventory:
+ [Light Leather Jacket]
+ [200 $]
+ [Lockpick]
Skills:
+ [Driving - Professional]
+ [Speech - Advanced]
Bonus:
+ [Famous] People know you, they want to make photos with you and get your autograph. They are also more likely to trust a celebrity though there will be some people who just flat out don't likely because they think you symbolize something.
1/2 - A lovely day in the country, a Porsche with the top down, Genesis on the radio, this should be a lovely drive! The destination's not really important so much as the journey, they say. Still, I'm headed down to Clerkson's house to see what plans he's got. No way the EBC's hiring him again after that.
3 - Think I'll stop for lunch on the way there. Any old diner will do, so long as it serves nice English food. Nothing funny-looking, I don't care for that.
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04eaa6 No.1213
| Rolled 54, 93, 94 = 241 (3d100) |
>>1208Name: Zach Similis
Fluff: A Police officer, that one cop who's always ready to help out and lend a hand. That one guy who's always got a smile and ready to help Out no matter what happens. Zach is an all around nice guy who became a beat cop to help people out.
Health: [Healthy] - List all your ailments here
Inventory:
+ [Police Uniform]
+ [9mm - Handgun] (15)
+ [Police Batton]
+ [Handcuffs]
+ [50 $]
Skills:
+ [Shooting - Professional]
+ [Speech - Basic]
Bonus:
+ [Protect and Serve] Whiteville isn't that big and you're reknown as friendly neighborhood cop. While people are more likely to trust you people who think they are though are less likely to respect you.
1. Well time to walk the beat, but first might want to check in with Sarge first, see if there were any calls along my route first.
2.Walk the route, say hi to Mrs.Perkinas and old man smith. Help the Johnson boy get his dog out of the sewer again.
3. Stop by at Guilliano's for a sandwich and soda.
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04eaa6 No.1214
| Rolled 87, 33, 81 = 201 (3d100) |
Name: Grandmaster Bob of The RadioTower
Fluff: Bob runs the local Radio Station and performs all sorts of radio plays, where he and guest performers wear armor fight and recite lines supported by charitable donations. Needless to say the RadioTower is his castle.
Health: [Healthy]
Inventory:
[Light Metal Armor]
[60 $]
Skills:
[Speech - Professional]
Bonus:
[The Voice] When heard on radio you carry an incredible charisma, able to sway people and convince them of a lot of things, however in person your Speech skill takes a severe penalty, because of your social awkwardness.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AwSra5p8MDw&feature=player_detailpage1 GOOOOOOD MORNING WHIIIITE VILLAAAAAAAA, Coming to you LIVE from the RadioTower. Its the day of the last of the instant coffee and I am feeling dandy. Calling out to all you lovers out there to come on down to The Tower and win a free T-Shirt shooter if we can find it. If you have a song request speak now or hold your tongue unless its already fallen out then we can just sit back and relax to the sound of The Planets by Holst.
2 Try to find that T-Shirt cannon.
3 Get my work station set up just the way I like it, shrouded from the outside world fortified from the light and human interaction and stocked with all the drink and food I require.
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04eaa6 No.1215
| Rolled 64, 23, 97 = 184 (3d100) |
>>1209Name: Rachael Banks
Fluff: Rachael is in her very last term of medical school. Not quite at the top of her class because that asshole Brian keeps just edging her out on test scores, she's had a thirst to prove herself one of the best medical professionals in the country ever since her mother died from complications in what should have been a routine procedure. No little kids are going to lose a parent on her watch!
Health: [Healthy]
Inventory:
+ [Doctor's Overall]
+ [Basic Medical Equipment]
+ [30 $]
Skills:
+ [General Medicine - Professional]
Bonus:
+ [Fuck Brian] You gain a bonus when applying your medical skill while someone by the name of "Brian" is within viewing or hearing distance. Extra bonus if he is the one true Brian. However you also have to pedantically correct everyone by the name of Brian in any way you possibly can. Nothing is too pedantic.
1. Obviously I can't rely just on natural ability for that big epidemic paper coming up, so getting some reference material from the library is a priority.
2. I'd be stupid to spend all day every day obsessing over the work, though. Education is important, yes, but it'd be nice to check in with dad, see how he's doing. Maybe we could get lunch sometime next month? I'm sure he'll be proud that i'm almost certified.
3. But holy hell, a quarantine victim in sleepy old Whiteville? Obviously we need to hope they're going to be alright, but some first-hand experience could be the big break I need to get a better grade than Brian on that paper. Maybe if I volunteer for some of the jobs nobody usually takes later this week the staff would sign off on letting me see what's up.
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04eaa6 No.1216
>>1210Name: Jack
Fluff: Its been a long time since Jack had to think back to the old days. He remembers some things though. Lots of talking. He worked at the local clinic, he talked to people about their problems. He walked them through their trauma and got to know them on a personal level. He was a damn good therapist and now he is down shit-creek. It all started with that fucking homeless man attacking him. Its so hard to think now. Everyone around him is talking. Thinking. They think so fucking loud. Where the fuck is his coffee!?
Zombie Fluff: It seems some amount of skill with words transitioned with him over to the afterlife, he is naturally skilled at gathering and teaching regular zombies basic skills among just controlling them. With some practice, he may even be able to extend his influence over the living.
Health: [Healthy]
Mutations: [Don't fill this out yet]
Pack: [Starts empty]
Bonuses: [Nothing yet]
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04eaa6 No.1217
>>1210Name: Prof. Mathew Calligan
Fluff: A professor of history at the local college. He specializes in the research and analysis of ancient and modern day battles. While he enjoys his work he is noted to be one of the hardest professors by not curving tests or allowing bonus.
Zombie Fluff: He can always seem to tell where other zombies are, or when you are cheating on your exam.
Health: [Healthy]
Mutations: [Don't fill this out yet]
Pack: [Starts empty]
Bonuses: [Nothing yet]
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04eaa6 No.1218
| Rolled 71, 88, 81 = 240 (3d100) |
>>1210Name: Thompson.
Fluff: A hard working salary man. He has worked 9-5 for the majority of his adult life without complaints. He doesnt seem to have any friends or hobbies, and nobody even knows what his first name is. The model of hardworking excellence, or average mediocrity, depending on your point of view.
Zombie Fluff: He is even more persistent and difficult to discourage than the common zombie.
Health: [Healthy]
Mutations: [Don't fill this out yet]
Pack: [Dirty Suit] [80$]
Bonuses: [Persistence is a Virtue]
1:Try to find the source of the smell
2:Try to find a way out
3: Try to remember how I got here
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04eaa6 No.1219
| Rolled 9 (1d100) |
Name: Brandt Smith
Fluff: Brandt was on the up and up, freshly out of West Point, taking his first command of a new batch of fresh recruits in a military base in
Whiteville. Everything was going great for Brandt; just as it always has, and just as it always will….
…right?
Health: [Healthy] - List all your ailments here
Inventory: [Leave this clear]
Skills: [Leave this clear]
Bonuses: [Leave this clear]
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04eaa6 No.1220
>>1211"Don't touch her.", you hear the woman's voice as if it was echoing through a corridor, "Honey come here.". "Is she dead?", you hear a clear voice ask, a child no doubt. Quick steps and they are gone. You just keep staring at the clouds as they slowly move past. You can feel your lungs burning, but you can't breathe. You can feel your eyes burning, but you can't blink. You have lost all control and are just lying there. What would Lorenth do?
Find a way out of course. Force himself, somehow. A guy came into your field of view. He looked down on you. "Hey you, get off the fucking sidewalk!", the moment he kicked you you could feel your lungs working again, tears shot into your eyes as you avoided death's grip once again.
Your rapid gasping seems to have scared him off. What the hell was that?
Inventory:
+ [20 $]
Bonus:
+ [Why say Futanari if there are English terms?]
>>1212You pass by at Clerkson's house, suspicious noises inside. Something that sounds like a hammer hitting wet meat. The front door is open? You casually stroll in pushing the door open, "Richard, you left your door open again!", you say laughing as you step inside. The place was in a bit of a mess. Clothing was spread around a few chairs were toppled over and you didn't like that really long scratch on the wall either. As you step into the kitchen you see the most horrible thing you have seen in all your life, Richard Clerkson beating a piece of meat with a hammer, headphones on with music so loud you can hear it perfectly clear. As he see's you he doesn't even jump, "Hamson! Good of you to come, I was just cooking.", you don't need words to tell him that you doubt his plans.
"Alright Hamson, if you think you know a place where you can get proper..", you stop him, "I know a place, trust me. It's great.".
You drive to a fish and chips place together. It's fantastic. It's taste is beyond anything reasonable. It's simply perfect. Tastes like home really. You have no idea why all the other guests look like they were chewing on old boots. But it doesn't matter. You're having a great time and Clerkson pays you back that bet you made on whether they would actually go through with firing him. You ponder if you should buy some more of the fish and chips for later, you could totally eat more of it, though would it be still as good if it's warmed up?
Add new tab:
>Companion:+ [Richard Clerkson]
>Inventory:+ [1,000 $]
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04eaa6 No.1221
>>1220>>1213You check in with your Sergeant, seems like another sweet day with not much work on your hands. They had some trouble with a drunk guy getting rowdy near the Western tunnel entrance but nothing that was immediately requiring any further attention. There was also a car crash somewhere near town center, the driver just lost consciousness. Possibly nacrolepsy but they didn't want to make any hasty calls before they had solid facts. Berry was already doing the paperwork. So it seemed like you would just be enjoying a fancy day.
Mrs. Perkinas waves enthusiastically as you pass by, you can see her tits bouncing. She'd totally do you but for now you have been more than satisfied relishing in the knowledge that you totally could. Old Man Smith stops you for a bit longer as he waves you over and tells you stories about how there should be more policemen like you and how all the other policemen are so inconsiderable and don't pay enough attention to the people. "That's what's wrong with this country! No compassion the people nowadays! Yes, yes.".
You then proceed onwards to the Johnsons, you already had the feeling it was that time of the year again when you heard barking from below. The boy just gave you guilty looks but you already knew. A few minutes later you managed to fish the dog out of the sewers. This time without getting yourself dirty or your nostrils burnt. You hand the semi wet dog back to it's thankful owner who doesn't seem to mind the smell. Though you could have sworn you saw something moving down there. A crocodile or something? Surely those were just stories.
You then head over to Guilliano's, his sandwiches are the best in town no doubt and you enjoy it with a fresh can of CocaSoda™. Of course it's on the house, how else should it be, he also has a to go package ready for you, because you probably have a long day ahead of yourself and he wants you well nourished when you're out in the field. He's a good cook and a friend, lucky for you this isn't considered a bribe.
Inventory:
+ 4 [Guilliano Sandwich]
+ 4 [CocaSoda™]
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04eaa6 No.1222
>>1221>>1214You try to find that T-Shirt cannon, but can't find it anywhere. Somehow it's just nowhere to be found. You're basically all by yourself around this time and just sit there enjoying the music here and there people call to tell you about their day or make some music wishes. Nothing much else is happening, you look at the news meanwhile, the TV is running but it has no sound, you look at the newswoman. She's pretty. You wish you could talk to pretty women. She called once to wish for Vanessa Carlton's "A Thousand Miles", but besides that you had no idea if she was a regular.
Behind you you heard a creaking and rumbling in the entrance. You turned off your microphone. "Hello?!", you yell down the stairs. The entrance had it's own small room, it was just down the stairs and a bit further from there. The building was not huge but it was rather large. A few bangs could be heard like something heavy hitting the wall. You slowly got up from your chair. "Who is it?!", still no answer, you curse to yourself. Who was making all this noise in the entrance anyway. You quickly walk down the stairs and open the door staring right into the face of Jimmy. "This is the last fucking time.", he said as he pushed a heavy crate which was open at the top into your hands, The last time!", he said with more emphasis. You made an apologetic face, "The last time.", you promised.
Jimmy then turned around and just left again. He was actually just the janitor but you had somehow managed to convince him more than once to bring him your supply crates. All sorts of good stuff was in there. Sandwhiches, toilet paper, even some CocaSoda™.
You went up the stairs and placed your supply crate next to your seat. Just as you softly fell into the comfortable leather you could hear the door downstairs creaking again. You should really lock the thing. Tiffany always came in around this time and tried to show some of her friends around the station, however this was not her personal fun place and you made sure she knew that, "Go on, get out.", you said loftly as you stepped from your room once more, only to look into the very confused face of a certain newswoman, Mrs. Holiday put an akward smile on, "I was just here for the t-shirt cannon, buuuut I guess I will be going then?".
Inventory:
+ [Supply Crate]
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04eaa6 No.1223
>>1222>>1215You get into the library and barely managed to snatch the last copy on epidemics before Brian can get to it. Take that sucker. You give him a superior smile and he just looks at you in a confused manner. Like he didn't know what's up. What a pretender.
Later you call up Montgomery Banks, it's been a while since you last talked and you excitedly tell him about how well you have been doing recently. You would be totally down to grab a bite with dad sometime and celebrate your almost certification. However the more you talk the quicker you realize that it won't be that easy. Your father always had that certain agonized tone in his voice when he had to make promises he probably couldn't keep. He said he'd try to get off of work but you knew that he did some important stuff for the government and sometimes he had to work for months without an end. Recently he had been especially busy, but he promised to make time as soon as possible.
A little put down that dad couldn't make it you proceed with your little scheme to allow you to examine the patient. With some hard work and favor calling you manage to pull it off somehow, and better yet, you see Brian asking and getting outright refused by the Head Doctor. This has to be one of the best days. You put on the suit and go inside with one of the other Doctor's. Miller explains to you carefully while not touching the patient that he has had a rapidly worsening condition which he seems to have contracted by skin contact with another patient very much alike. However patient zero has passed away only minutes after the paramedics arrived at the scene. In fact the very person you are looking at right now is a paramedic. An important lesson learned today. Helping others can put you in dangers path.
Skills:
+ [Epidemiology - Basic]
Inventory:
+ [Big Book of Epidemiology]
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04eaa6 No.1224
>>1223>>1216You sit in the ER with a frown on your face. Samantha, a personal friend of yours and nurse was knitting the large cut on your forehead together, "Big boy.", she said in a way you would talk to a child, "Shows no pain. Such a strong boy.", she dropped the kid talk, "You know you can tell me if it hurts right?". You felt nothing. Perhaps the lack of feeling something should be a warning to you. A part of your peripheral nervo system could have been damaged. "How did this happen anyway?", he said as she sat down across of you and started licking on one of the lollipops meant for the children.
How did it happen? "Fell on my mug.", you murmured. You couldn't really tell how it happened. One moment you had been sipping your coffee at the table the next you somehow found yourself lying on the floor with ceramic shards stuck in your forehead. She laughed for a good minute. "Okay well. You just go home and take a bit of a rest. You should be fine from what I can tell.".
Inventory:
+ [80 $]
+ [Nice Suit]
Bonus:
+ [Intelligent Afterlife?]
>>1217You had a strong taste of iron in your mouth. Almost as if you were bleeding. Your fingertips felt sore and vulnerable, you couldn't feel your legs at all. You just sort of sat there, your empty gaze directed not at the students but right through them and beyond. Past them as if you could look into a new dimension, a different world. You could feel the iron tasting fluid in your mouth mounting. How long had you been sitting here without saying a word, a minute? Twenty? A cough echoed through the room as your students just continued to stare at you.
"If we can go, just say nothing.", a cocky student from one of the rows further back said, nobody laughed. You gave no response. Nobody moved. What on earth were you doing. You shook your head, shaking it off like a trance, swallowing the liquid you cleared your throat, "That will be it for today.", you said. Nice save Mathew. You think to yourself. But seriously. What the hell was going on.
Inventory:
+ [Cheked Jacket]
+ [59$]
Bonus:
+ [Battle Tactics of the Dead?]
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04eaa6 No.1225
>>1224>>1218You search through the container and swiftly make out the source of the smell. Moreso than the horrible smell of all the garbage you find yourself it it is quite potentially the dead racoon that has found it's way into the dumpster. However the hell that happened. You push the lid you had already accidentally opened further open and are blinded by the sun. Perhaps you should just go back into your dumpster, however the smell of the dead racoon wins out and you drag yourself out of there, somehow managing not to fall onto your face. How the hell did you get here?
Right, last night after the bar, you were drinking with your friends things must have gotten out of hand from there. Wait. You didn't have any friends. You didn't go to bars either. What the hell were these thoughts? Where were these memories coming from. Somewhat in the distance a man in a suit gave you a disgusted look and quickly walked off. Were you dragged here? What the hell happened. You look up and see a piece of your suit hanging from the fireladder that lead to the roof of the building the dumpster was standing at. Did you fall? You look closer.
Did you jump?
>>1219Westville really was.. modest. The entire garrison seemed like a rather tiny place. Maybe 200 to 300 people total. Most of them didn't do anything but guard duty. However in your first few days here at Westville you found out that there is a bunch of 30 soldiers perhaps that have stuff to do like all the time. They are under the command of Montgomery Banks, some hardass apparently who's wife passed away a long time ago. A lot of people want in on the actions, though it's apparently some military intelligence shtick or something, because not just anyone can get in on it. Otherwise it's not much to do but stand guard and go to town on the weekends.
Inventory:
+ [M16] (20)
+ [Bayonet]
+ [Combat Fatigues]
+ [Bulletproof Vest (Lvl. 4)]
Skills:
+ [Shooting - Professional]
Bonus:
+ [Military Man] You're with the military. That's a bonus right there.
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04eaa6 No.1226
| Rolled 41, 45, 24 = 110 (3d100) |
>>1221Name: Zach Similis
Fluff: A Police officer, that one cop who's always ready to help out and lend a hand. That one guy who's always got a smile and ready to help Out no matter what happens. Zach is an all around nice guy who became a beat cop to help people out.
Health: [Healthy] - List all your ailments here
Inventory:
+ [Police Uniform]
+ [9mm - Handgun] (15)
+ [Police Batton]
+ [Handcuffs]
+ [50 $]
+ 4 [Guilliano Sandwich]
+ 4 [CocaSoda™]
Skills:
+ [Shooting - Professional]
+ [Speech - Basic]
Bonus:
+ [Protect and Serve] Whiteville isn't that big and you're reknown as friendly neighborhood cop. While people are more likely to trust you people who think they are though are less likely to respect you.
1.Welp Time to go see the kids should be about time.
2.Try to find out which teachers were requesting me. If she's cute flirt a little.
3. Talk to the kids about crime and safety.
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04eaa6 No.1227
| Rolled 34, 87, 99 = 220 (3d100) |
>>1224Name: Prof. Mathew Calligan
Fluff: A professor of history at the local college. He specializes in the research and analysis of ancient and modern day battles. While he enjoys his work he is noted to be one of the hardest professors by not curving tests or allowing bonus.
Zombie Fluff: He can always seem to tell where other zombies are, or when you are cheating on your exam.
Health: [Healthy]
Inventory:
+ [Cheked Jacket]
+ [59$]
Mutations: [Don't fill this out yet]
Pack: [Starts empty]
Bonuses:
+ [Battle Tactics of the Dead?]
1-3. I may be coming down with something, or it could just be very bad allergies. I don't think it is something to worry about. I'm almost done with the last exams for section 10. I should finish those up before next class.
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04eaa6 No.1228
| Rolled 46, 10, 24 = 80 (3d100) |
>>1220Name: Vem, "SueLord" Jacklyn
Fluff: Vem was a pretty cool dude. He had fun, was a jokester, didnt hold grudges, and go straight A's in school. Problem is he was too perfect. In reality he was highly insane, had schizophrenia, was cynical, and a sociopath. These all came out when he played games and the most unrealistic characters…period. They were a way to express his madness, his precious "Mary Sues", and he loved them more than he liked real people.
Zombie Fluff: Upon turning into a zombie, Vem's mary sues manifested in him physically. He mutates rapidly, with the only in common attributes being a hypersexual, 10ft tall, futanari. Everything else is…unique, one could say.
Health: [Healthy]
Mutations: [Don't fill this out yet]
Inventory:
+ [20 $]
Bonus:
+ [Why say Futanari if there are English terms?]
1,2) Enraged at the mans attack, Vem stood up, ignored him, and left down the street in search of a safer place to rest, hopefully with more supplies.
3) Search for any strange people around. Maybe they will let me stay with them?(Search for infected)
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04eaa6 No.1229
| Rolled 59, 54, 37 = 150 (3d100) |
>>1225Name: Brandt Smith
Fluff: Brandt was on the up and up, freshly out of West Point, taking his first command of a new batch of fresh recruits in a military base in
Whiteville. Everything was going great for Brandt; just as it always has, and just as it always will….
…right?
Health: [Healthy] - List all your ailments here
Inventory: + [M16] (20)
+ [Bayonet]
+ [Combat Fatigues]
+ [Bulletproof Vest (Lvl. 4)]
Skills:
+ [Shooting - Professional]
Bonuses:
+ [Military Man] You're with the military. That's a bonus right there.
1. Drill time! I want the men of my platoon dressed and ready for action! Idleness promotes Laziness! Laziness invites death to rip off your cock! Never know when shit might hit the fan, and we need to be ready!
2. Meet with Mahor Banks, seeif he has any orders for the week other than "Keep stuff stable and drill the men."
3. PT Time, after drilling, give the men 45 minutes for chow and rest, then everyone get ready for a brisk 20 mile run.
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04eaa6 No.1230
| Rolled 72, 57, 67 = 196 (3d100) |
>>1224Name: Jack
Fluff: Its been a long time since Jack had to think back to the old days. He remembers some things though. Lots of talking. He worked at the local clinic, he talked to people about their problems. He walked them through their trauma and got to know them on a personal level. He was a damn good therapist and now he is down shit-creek. It all started with that fucking homeless man attacking him. Its so hard to think now. Everyone around him is talking. Thinking. They think so fucking loud. Where the fuck is his coffee!?
Zombie Fluff: It seems some amount of skill with words transitioned with him over to the afterlife, he is naturally skilled at gathering and teaching regular zombies basic skills among just controlling them. With some practice, he may even be able to extend his influence over the living.
Health: [Healthy]
Mutations: [Don't fill this out yet]
Pack: [Starts empty]
Inventory:
+ [80 $]
+ [Nice Suit]
Bonus:
+ [Intelligent Afterlife?]
1-2) Go home. Need to get some sleep. Something. Its hard to think with all of this morphine. They must have pumped some morphine in me. I still can't feel anything, thats the reason of course. Go home. Get a glass of water. Call Sam and thank her. Get some sleep.
3) Fuck. I feel like shit. Get online and search my symptoms up. Maybe find a chatroom or something about it. Hell, see if there is anything on 4chan concerning it. Never know what you can find.
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04eaa6 No.1231
| Rolled 8, 67, 5 = 80 (3d100) |
>>1220Name: James Hamson
Fluff: James was always fascinated by cars. He loved to learn about them, fix them, talk about them, and especially drive them. He even managed to make a living doing his two favorite things - talking and driving. Whatever's coming in the future, you can be sure that he'll be outmotoring it in top gear.
Health: [Healthy]
Inventory:
+ [Light Leather Jacket]
+ [1200 $]
+ [Lockpick]
Skills:
+ [Driving - Professional]
+ [Speech - Advanced]
Bonus:
+ [Famous] People know you, they want to make photos with you and get your autograph. They are also more likely to trust a celebrity though there will be some people who just flat out don't likely because they think you symbolize something.
Companions:
[Jeremy Clerkson]
1/2 - Right, now all's left is to get that old fogey Richard May. Down at the pier I'd bet, looking at submarines. Or perhaps buying some Bovril. What goes on in that man's mind I'll never know.
3 - Oh, the Steg! We can't forget him for the photo shoot! He might be a touch harder to locate. Probably down at the track in some car or another, though. Hope he hasn't caught that nasty bug getting around.
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04eaa6 No.1232
| Rolled 23, 92, 84 = 199 (3d100) |
>>1223Name: Rachael Banks
Fluff: Rachael is in her very last term of medical school. Not quite at the top of her class because that asshole Brian keeps just edging her out on test scores, she's had a thirst to prove herself one of the best medical professionals in the country ever since her mother died from complications in what should have been a routine procedure. No little kids are going to lose a parent on her watch!
Health: [Healthy]
Inventory:
+ [Doctor's Overall]
+ [Basic Medical Equipment]
+ [Big Book of Epidemiology]
+ [30 $]
Skills:
+ [General Medicine - Professional]
+ [Epidemiology - Basic]
Bonus:
+ [Fuck Brian] You gain a bonus when applying your medical skill while someone by the name of "Brian" is within viewing or hearing distance. Extra bonus if he is the one true Brian. However you also have to pedantically correct everyone by the name of Brian in any way you possibly can. Nothing is too pedantic.
1. Well, it just figures dad can't make the time. He's been a real workaholic since mum died. Can't blame him, though. Hell, i've done the same with my education. I won't press him on it. Just as long as he knows I love him.
2. This disease sounds really serious. The paramedic caught their patient's disease from simple skin contact, and is worsening so quickly? Were there no other factors? Scary. Make a mental note to write down everything Miller says.
3. As fascinating as this practical experience with the unfortunate paramedic is, I doubt they'll allow me to hang around too long. The doctors need their space to try and save them, i'm sure. And I need to make headway with my paper. I've got everything I need to finally show Brian up.
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04eaa6 No.1233
| Rolled 38, 71, 59 = 168 (3d100) |
>>1222Name: Grandmaster Bob of The RadioTower
Fluff: Bob runs the local Radio Station and performs all sorts of radio plays, where he and guest performers wear armor fight and recite lines supported by charitable donations. Needless to say the RadioTower is his castle.
Health: [Healthy]
Inventory:
[Light Metal Armor]
[60 $]
Skills:
[Speech - Professional]
Bonus:
[The Voice] When heard on radio you carry an incredible charisma, able to sway people and convince them of a lot of things, however in person your Speech skill takes a severe penalty, because of your social awkwardness.
1 "W-w-wait! The…the…the cannon is somewhere around here I I mean yooou just need to find it!" That should keep her busy for a bit while I try to compose myself. "It should be over there in that big pile of stuff somewhere, down on the bottom so you'll have to crawl around a bit while I watch." Solid Bob, real solid talkin.
23 I need my swords and shield, chicks love swords and shields. I just need to make a good impression this time and she could come back anytime as a regular guest. 'Oh Mrs.Holiday you shouldn't say such things as a married woman' it would be pure bliss. Just gotta show her the cool stuff
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04eaa6 No.1234
>>1226You take a drive over to the Whittmen Elementary School. You've been there a couple of times already, this time you park on one of the teacher spots. Usually you always took a bit of a walk, but the teachers always went out of their way ensuring you that it was completely okay to do so, so you just went ahead with it. You greet the large black man sitting in the entrance. He was school security even though in your experience this wasn't really necessary.The Whiteville suburbs had an incredibly low crime rate and it's schools were considered as some of the best in the entire country. They also had a very low rate of children with migrative backgrounds. It wasn't like you were judging or establishing a connection or anything, it was just a fact.
"What's up Ruckus.", you greeted the man, he gave you a dirty laugh, "Looks like Shirley got what she wanted again huh Zach old boy?". Shirley. You had a name. Now if you only knew whose first name Shirley was you would know who had called you here. Perhaps Miss Goldberg? Or Miss Byrnes? Though you never actually had taught any class of Mrs Byrnes' classes, so she barely knew you.
You entered the class of Mrs Goldberg, you could of course try to drop the name somehow and try to see if she noticed, but you decide against it for now. You go back to teaching the children all about why crime is wrong and why Whiteville is such a great community and a really great place. You and with the usual, "Does anybody have any questions?".
A bunch of kids raised questions, "Mindy.", she stood up, looking a little proud of herself as usual, "Officer Similis, have you shot a black guy before?".
Mrs. Goldberg went noticibly red as she was struggling to get the situation under control while still trying to wrap her head around what Mindy just said, "Alright, that's enough questions for now.".
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04eaa6 No.1235
>>1234>>1227And finish them up you do. You are practically done in no time. Or well, it was quite some time but it seemed like it had just flown past. As if you had been enjoying yourself. Once more you mentally patted yourself on the back. You really were good at this, no doubt why your own professor had always complimented you on your intellect and advanced understandings of history. Really you were..
The hitting of an open hand against the glass of your office awoke you. The light in your office was still burning, but it was dark outside. Again an open hand hit against the glass, it shuddered and the unpleasent banging sound quickly drove the last bits of sleep out of your bones. How the hell did that happen. What the? The hand banged against the glass again.
You got up from behind your chair and opened the door, the janitor was standing on the other side, he had terrible rings under his bloodshot eyes, "Damn Willy.", you said, "You look like shit.", somehow your face felt sluggish, "Yeah?", he responded, his face barely moving, "Well you don't look too good yourself.".
You looked in the small mirror that was hanging in your office. True, you had the same bloodshot eyes and rings. Maybe you should get some more rest. "Comeon get out of here.", Willy pushed you, "So we can both go home.".
>>1233She raised her eyebrows, "Phrasing?", she smiled, and got towards the pile of stuff that was lying around. Why was there a pile of stuff here anyway? Wasn't that sort of misplaced? Whatever! You better get your shield quickly while she is still distracted! You forage through your stuff and quickly find your sword and your shield. Sure the sword isn't really sharp, but you just know the chicks digg it and so will Mrs. Holiday. You proudly present yourself, but she isn't really looking. "I just can't find it.", you can hear her voice dampened as she is already half way inside the pile of random things that were mounting. "Oww!". Her upper half emerged again as he pulled herself from the pile, sucking on the side of her finger. "Nice sword.", she said with the indication of a laugh, continuing to suck on what you suspect to be a cut.
You hear some scratching and a shadow on the door. Shuffling. The door swung open and Tiffany came in, "This place is never loc-", she stopped as she saw Mrs. Holiday, "Oh so I can't bring friends, but you can? How do you know the Newswoman anyway?".
"I'm a lishsener.", Mrs. Holiday said finger still in mouth. It was now that you realized Tiffany had the T-Shirt Cannon in her hand.
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04eaa6 No.1236
>>1235>>1228You could go home, but why bother? A little tired sure, but otherwise you were alright. You looked around for another place to lay down. It was a beautiful day, nothing wrong with taking a little nap outside. Continuing to look around for a place you ditched the idea of going to a park and checked out a place close to the dumpsters instead. A guy with a bunch of nails in his head was lying with his back to one of the dumpsters. You couldn't tell if the nails had been put in there intentionally. That was until the guy jumped up and rushed at you in a crazy frenzy. You tried to turn around and get away, but within a second he is on top of you pushing you down. You can feel his hot breath in your neck as his heavy body presses you onto the cold ground. You try to somehow free yourself but you have fallen right onto your hands and every attempt to get away seems futile. His hands search your pants and suddenly the weight is gone. All you hear is him running in the distance. Fucker took off with your wallet.
Inventory:
- [20 $]
>>1229You start up the drills and the people are flatout surprised that you put this much effort into it. There is barely enough ammunition for the rifles to go around and the quartermaster promises he will order some new stuff. However the garrison has a very limited budget so you should not expect anything great. Either way you take the men out for some shots. Some of them are quite good, others could use some serious training. All in all a questionable performance, then again this garrison has pretty much never seen any action and you doubt it will, but that's not the point anyway.
As you meet with Major banks and talk to him about additional orders he looks at you with a tired smile, "There's not much to do around here Smith. You better get used to that. Nothing new to report and nothing new to do as of now.", before he relieved you he snapped his fingers, "Did I get your blood test yet? Because I don't think so. Be sure to hand it in will you, wouldn't want to fuck up on the formalities.".
Most of the men quite simply fail the 10 mile run, you can hear them complaining about how the gear is too heavy and how they didn't have to run in ages. You're pretty sure that they won't be thankful for this, but it wasn't like they had to like their superior officer in order to follow orders, or at least that's what they thought was your thinking process behind the whole thing. The other officer's who couldn't be assed to join the ruin talk a bit looking your way, it's hard to tell what they are saying but you can't make it out and their faces remain unmoving. You can only guess at this point.
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04eaa6 No.1237
>>1236>>1230You drink a glass of water to clear your head, then you drink another one. Man you're thirsty. But water just doesn't cut it today. You have some weird craving for meat. Too late for a barbecue though. Perhaps you should order a pizza? Sure as hell had enough money on you and they'd probably accept the card as well. You stretched out on your couch and called Sam, she laughed in your ear as you thanked her again, saying you called her twice today already. You did? Couldn't remember that, "You sure you don't want me to come over?", she said in a genuinely concerned manner. The choice was yours at least. You had already looked up all sorts of shitty 4chan internet chatrooms, someone had said Tetanus, but most of them were just useless as always. A bunch of the websites had recommended aids and cancer, but you were pretty sure those two were just wrong. Had you been.. what was that sound? You stopped. You heard it again. That scratching. Where did it come from? Sounded like fingernails on wood. Your door? Had you even closed your door? You rolled off your couch and onto your feet, taking a few more steps to get your balance and not fall over. You trotted over to your door, you could now hear it clearly. Someone was scratching on your apartment door. You opened the door quicker than you had anticipated yourself, almost slamming it into the wall and just in time for Branda's swing to miss the door and almost hit you in the face.
Her eyes had taken a dirty yellow tone, she looked whiter than usual, her mouth stood a little open and she seemed to breathe heavily. Her nail polish was worn, she had apparently been scratching at your door for some time now. "Would you..", you began but Branda knocked onto your chest like the door was still there, "Would you please scratching my door Brenda?", she knocked your chest again, you rolled your eyes and slammed the door shut in her face.
Living next to your ex girlfriend had it's benefits but also it's downsides. You dialed up Sam and thanked her for stitching you up today, "That's it.", you heard it from the other end of the line, "I'm fucking coming over.". Twenty minutes later you were sitting in front of the TV with Sam, each of you wrapped in a blanket eating popcorn and watching "Four and a Half Chan". Sam looked at you, "Does Branda creep you out sometimes?", she asked with a concerned look, "She still in front of the door?", you replied, "Yeah.", Sam sighed, "I practically had to squeeze through.". As if she could hear your conversation it scratched on the door again.
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04eaa6 No.1238
>>1237>>1231Time to get down to the pier. Wait. There was no pier. Well there was a dam and a lake. So you could probably go there? What was this guy up to anyway? You heard he was building a sailboat car or something, though it didn't really make much sense when you thought about the barrier lake. Was there even fishes in there? What would you do with it? Though it was bloody deep that was for sure. You should probably go check it out. It wasn't much of a drive and you'd be there in no time.
Unfortunately for you however the Steg is a different story, you've never even seen the guy without his helmet on and you heard ever since you left he hasn't been showing up for work. Now that could be true or a lie, you wouldn't be able to tell either way, but finding him when he wasn't wearing his helmet could just be plain impossible.
Either way you manage to get up to the dam where you find a very wet Richard May arguing with several dockworkers as to why it is not his job to get the sunk car boat out of the barrier lake while they try to explain him that if it were to block the water suction there could be major problems that could even lead to the flooding of the valley. Which would no doubt not be in the interest of anyone.
>>1232Yeah daddy loved you and you love daddy. It's a real tight relationship you got going there, unfortunately it doesn't look like he can make anything happen. At least you manage to take some very helpful notes concerning the disease according to Miller. It does indeed seem a very dangerous disease but Miller seems very confident that they can treat it effectively with all the differnet materials at their disposal. He says if the patient makes it through the night he will most likely make it until the end of the week and they could continue to work from there. For now they would closely monitor his progress and see what was happening, perhaps they would manage to actually classify what this illness was. He offers to keep you on the team, now that you've already gotten involved.
However you still have a paper to worry about and quickly get to studying some more. All sorts of stuff is coming up from the Spanish Flu to Ebola and so on and so forth. There are a lot of things that can make an illness spread. Reading about all this stuff does make you a little uncomfortable however and you start washing your hands more frequently once again. A habit you picked up some time ago.
Inventory:
+ [Miller's Notes]
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04eaa6 No.1239
>>1238>>1233She raised her eyebrows, "Phrasing?", she smiled, and got towards the pile of stuff that was lying around. Why was there a pile of stuff here anyway? Wasn't that sort of misplaced? Whatever! You better get your shield quickly while she is still distracted! You forage through your stuff and quickly find your sword and your shield. Sure the sword isn't really sharp, but you just know the chicks digg it and so will Mrs. Holiday. You proudly present yourself, but she isn't really looking. "I just can't find it.", you can hear her voice dampened as she is already half way inside the pile of random things that were mounting. "Oww!". Her upper half emerged again as he pulled herself from the pile, sucking on the side of her finger. "Nice sword.", she said with the indication of a laugh, continuing to suck on what you suspect to be a cut.
You hear some scratching and a shadow on the door. Shuffling. The door swung open and Tiffany came in, "This place is never loc-", she stopped as she saw Mrs. Holiday, "Oh so I can't bring friends, but you can? How do you know the Newswoman anyway?".
"I'm a lishsener.", Mrs. Holiday said finger still in mouth. It was now that you realized Tiffany had the T-Shirt Cannon in her hand.
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04eaa6 No.1240
| Rolled 45, 20, 2 = 67 (3d100) |
>>1234Name: Zach Similis
Fluff: A Police officer, that one cop who's always ready to help out and lend a hand. That one guy who's always got a smile and ready to help Out no matter what happens. Zach is an all around nice guy who became a beat cop to help people out.
Health: [Healthy] - List all your ailments here
Inventory:
+ [Police Uniform]
+ [9mm - Handgun] (15)
+ [Police Batton]
+ [Handcuffs]
+ [50 $]
+ 4 [Guilliano Sandwich]
+ 4 [CocaSoda™]
Skills:
+ [Shooting - Professional]
+ [Speech - Basic]
Bonus:
+ [Protect and Serve] Whiteville isn't that big and you're reknown as friendly neighborhood cop. While people are more likely to trust you people who think they are though are less likely to respect you.
1. Haha kids. Cute. Finish the session. After should be time for them to head home.
2.Chat up Miss Goldberg, maybe see if she's free later on tonight.
3. After our talk/maybe food head back to the precinct and finish the route. Then eat some food damn this is hungry work.
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04eaa6 No.1241
| Rolled 28, 72, 83 = 183 (3d100) |
>>1225Name: Thompson.
Fluff: A hard working salary man. He has worked 9-5 for the majority of his adult life without complaints. He doesnt seem to have any friends or hobbies, and nobody even knows what his first name is. The model of hardworking excellence, or average mediocrity, depending on your point of view.
Zombie Fluff: He is even more persistent and difficult to discourage than the common zombie.
Health: [Healthy]
Mutations: [Don't fill this out yet]
Pack: [Dirty Suit] [80$]
Bonuses: [Persistence is a Virtue]
1: Under the new light, look for any additional damage. A new suit is the obvious next thing to buy, but there was probably a good reason I got this one ripped.
2: Climb out of the dumpster. By the fire escape if I can reach it with a bit of effort, or just over the dumpster if not.
3: Head on the way home, need to get a new suit and probably a shower. Work might be starting soon, if the sun is any judge.
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04eaa6 No.1242
| Rolled 80, 30, 57 = 167 (3d100) |
>>1236>>1236Name: Brandt Smith
Fluff: Brandt was on the up and up, freshly out of West Point, taking his first command of a new batch of fresh recruits in a military base in
Whiteville. Everything was going great for Brandt; just as it always has, and just as it always will….
…right?
Health: [Healthy] - List all your ailments here
Inventory: + [M16] (20)
+ [Bayonet]
+ [Combat Fatigues]
+ [Bulletproof Vest (Lvl. 4)]
Skills:
+ [Shooting - Professional]
Bonuses:
+ [Military Man] You're with the military. That's a bonus right there.
1. Might as well get that blood test, and go to the doc to see if any other things are fucking with me. Give the results to Major Banks.
2. No ammo! What the fuck is this mickey mouse shit! How are supposed to have any fun with these guns if we've got no ammo to shot shit with? Get some goddamned ammo!
3. Well, if these guys never have PT, can't expect them to have an easy time running a few miles, but we can do something, and if they keep the PT up, they won't have to pay every chick they have sex with.
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04eaa6 No.1243
| Rolled 41, 19, 40 = 100 (3d100) |
>>1237Name: Jack
Fluff: Its been a long time since Jack had to think back to the old days. He remembers some things though. Lots of talking. He worked at the local clinic, he talked to people about their problems. He walked them through their trauma and got to know them on a personal level. He was a damn good therapist and now he is down shit-creek. It all started with that fucking homeless man attacking him. Its so hard to think now. Everyone around him is talking. Thinking. They think so fucking loud. Where the fuck is his coffee!?
Zombie Fluff: It seems some amount of skill with words transitioned with him over to the afterlife, he is naturally skilled at gathering and teaching regular zombies basic skills among just controlling them. With some practice, he may even be able to extend his influence over the living.
Health: [Healthy]
Mutations: [Don't fill this out yet]
Pack: [Starts empty]
Inventory:
+ [80 $]
+ [Nice Suit]
Bonus:
+ [Intelligent Afterlife?]
1) "Yeah. Shes acting stranger than usual. Give me a moment." Jack took one last handful of popcorn out of the bowl and popped it in his mouth before he reluctantly got up. Where was the fucking home-phone. Shit. Okay, its over there. His memory had been acting up all day with the help of this fucking disease or some shit but that was fine. He would get some sleep later, take some pills, and then make an appointment with the doctor to go get checked out. With a small sigh, he picked up the phone and dialed the landlord. "Hey, its Jack. Branda is at my door pounding on it and won't stop. Could you get up here and deal with it before I call the police? Thanks."
2-3) Jack wrung his hands for a moment, getting a feel for just how much strength was left in his brittle old diseased body. Not much, it seemed. With a sigh, he went into his kitchen and started to rifle through the fish for anything relating to the category of meat. He was certain that he had a bag of that cheap sliced ham left and he was gonna eat that fucker well. Fuck bread and cheese, Sam would just have to put up with him indulging in the meaty goodness that was sliced ham. With that, he went to go sit back down and cuddle with Sam. "Called the landlord, he can hopefully get her to stop being so damn creepy. Do you want any ham? Been craving meat ever since this morning but I just now got a chance to get some." Real smooth, casanova. Offer the girl that you wanted to shack up with ham. Could be worse, he could be that awkward as fuck radio dude who had a web article published about him. He wasn't that bad at least.
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04eaa6 No.1244
| Rolled 11, 51, 26 = 88 (3d100) |
>>1238Name: Rachael Banks
Fluff: Rachael is in her very last term of medical school. Not quite at the top of her class because that asshole Brian keeps just edging her out on test scores, she's had a thirst to prove herself one of the best medical professionals in the country ever since her mother died from complications in what should have been a routine procedure. No little kids are going to lose a parent on her watch!
Health: [Healthy]
Inventory:
+ [Doctor's Overall]
+ [Basic Medical Equipment]
+ [Miller's Notes]
+ [Big Book of Epidemiology]
+ [30 $]
Skills:
+ [General Medicine - Professional]
+ [Epidemiology - Basic]
Bonus:
+ [Fuck Brian] You gain a bonus when applying your medical skill while someone by the name of "Brian" is within viewing or hearing distance. Extra bonus if he is the one true Brian. However you also have to pedantically correct everyone by the name of Brian in any way you possibly can. Nothing is too pedantic.
1. Well, i'd love to be on the team if Miller's interested in my input. I can go over case notes and see if I can think of anything they missed that might save the poor paramedic's life, but frankly i'm skeptical that I could add anything that significant at this stage.
2. Yeah… I don't relish the idea of rampant disease in town. If this 'Patient Zero' died on site and managed to infect one of the paramedics sent to help them, there's no telling how widespread things are already.
I'm sure the health service is doing all it can. It's probably me being paranoid thanks to my recent epidemiology work.
But maybe I should find some gloves to wear out in public for a few days.
And maybe a scarf.
3. Does anyone want to get food? I'm famished. See if anybody responds to a quick shout-out. If not, I guess i'm eating alone tonight.
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04eaa6 No.1245
| Rolled 42, 71, 87 = 200 (3d100) |
>>1239Name: Grandmaster Bob of The RadioTower
Fluff: Bob runs the local Radio Station and performs all sorts of radio plays, where he and guest performers wear armor fight and recite lines supported by charitable donations. Needless to say the RadioTower is his castle.
Health: [Healthy]
Inventory:
[Light Metal Armor]
[60 $]
[Supply Crate]
Skills:
[Speech - Professional]
Bonus:
[The Voice] When heard on radio you carry an incredible charisma, able to sway people and convince them of a lot of things, however in person your Speech skill takes a severe penalty, because of your social awkwardness.
123 Taking the T-Shirt Cannon from Tiffany " Its never locked because…we needed the fresh air of a nice sunny day and the dog is too big for a regular doggie door now go get Mrs.Holiday a band-aid for me " Tiffany comes back with a band-aid and Bob takes that hand and looks for a ring and for the cut "I don't actually know if this thing works since Ive never fired it so I suppose we need a shirt…Tiffany?"
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04eaa6 No.1246
Name: Jared Bastion
Fluff: His love for machines and flight is what got him into the the seat of a Chopper. Once he was in it he knew this was where he belonged. Often found conversing with the numerous techs and engineers on the base, assisting with repairs and maintenance work on his beloved MI-24 Hind.
Health: [Healthy]
Inventory: [Leave this clear]
Skills: [Leave this clear]
Bonuses: [Leave this clear]
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04eaa6 No.1247
| Rolled 29, 37, 91 = 157 (3d100) |
>>1236Name: Vem, "SueLord" Jacklyn
Fluff: Vem was a pretty cool dude. He had fun, was a jokester, didnt hold grudges, and go straight A's in school. Problem is he was too perfect. In reality he was highly insane, had schizophrenia, was cynical, and a sociopath. These all came out when he played games and the most unrealistic characters…period. They were a way to express his madness, his precious "Mary Sues", and he loved them more than he liked real people.
Zombie Fluff: Upon turning into a zombie, Vem's mary sues manifested in him physically. He mutates rapidly, with the only in common attributes being a hypersexual, 10ft tall, futanari. Everything else is…unique, one could say.
Health: [Healthy]
Mutations: [Don't fill this out yet]
Inventory:
+ [20 $]
Bonus:
+ [Why say Futanari if there are English terms?]
1,2,3) How very, VERY annoying. Vem's other personalities didnt like this one bit, but she couldnt afford to mess up her perfect image. She decided to go home and ask her father for some money after she did her homework
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04eaa6 No.1248
| Rolled 14 (1d100) |
>>1246roll
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04eaa6 No.1249
| Rolled 42, 60, 50 = 152 (3d100) |
>>1235Name: Prof. Mathew Calligan
Fluff: A professor of history at the local college. He specializes in the research and analysis of ancient and modern day battles. While he enjoys his work he is noted to be one of the hardest professors by not curving tests or allowing bonus.
Zombie Fluff: He can always seem to tell where other zombies are, or when you are cheating on your exam.
Health: [Healthy]
Inventory:
+ [Cheked Jacket]
+ [59$]
Mutations: [Don't fill this out yet]
Pack: [Starts empty]
Bonuses:
+ [Battle Tactics of the Dead?]
1-3. "Yeah, sorry Willy. Let me just put these in the box outside so the students can see how they did. Actually not bad, 75 average this exam. They are really making an improvement. Now then Willy, it seems like we have the same damn disease. I suggest we not come to work tomorrow if we still have it because I've been phasing out all day. I'm going to need to cal Prof. Himermin to see if he can fill in for my 12:30 and 2:30 classes and send out the email for my section 10 class telling them that their exams are ready to be picked up. Sorry Willy, I'm rambling. G'night."
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04eaa6 No.1250
| Rolled 26, 92, 64 = 182 (3d100) |
>>1238Name: James Hamson
Fluff: James was always fascinated by cars. He loved to learn about them, fix them, talk about them, and especially drive them. He even managed to make a living doing his two favorite things - talking and driving. Whatever's coming in the future, you can be sure that he'll be outmotoring it in top gear.
Health: [Healthy]
Inventory:
+ [Light Leather Jacket]
+ [1200 $]
+ [Lockpick]
Skills:
+ [Driving - Professional]
+ [Speech - Advanced]
Bonus:
+ [Famous] People know you, they want to make photos with you and get your autograph. They are also more likely to trust a celebrity though there will be some people who just flat out don't likely because they think you symbolize something.
Companions:
[Jeremy Clerkson]
1 - Well this is another great cock-up you've gotten in! We're just going to have to go and get the boat back. Now, who's got a winch?
2 - Some say the Steg's helmet *is* his face, and that he's been doing side-in work for the local F1 group. All I know is, we'd better go and find him.
3 - With that sorted, all we've left is to head down and see what sort of jobs need doing. Strange times this, but if there's cars need driving or autographs need signing I'm up for it.
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04eaa6 No.1251
| Rolled 16 (1d100) |
>>1197>Name: Bobby Vermont>Fluff: I'm Bobby Vermont I was a Cook at a failing bar in Whiteville. I've made a few dollars for sometimes illegal shit. Maybe too much illegal shit. Anyway now a army of druggies has overtaken the streets, I have to pay the mob, & the army is looking for me I'm in deep shit I knew I shouldn't cook that shit >Health: [Healthy] - List all your ailments here>Inventory: [Leave this clear]>Skills: [Leave this clear]>Bonuses: [Leave this clear]>>1197 Disclaimer: this post and the subject matter and contents thereof - text, media, or otherwise - do not necessarily reflect the views of the 8kun administration.
04eaa6 No.1252
>>1240Adorable, really. You dodged the question like a tire iron and just kept going despite the incident. After a bit the questioning starts to die down and you are saved by the bell. The kids quickly grab their stuff, get up and rush out, on her way out Mindy looks up to you and asks, "Well did you?", you just give her a look which made you assume she should already know the answer, but she just got more confused and eventually went outside with the other kids,which left you and Mrs. Goldberg alone.
Mrs. Goldberg apologized, she'd love to meet, but her brother had been brought to the hospital earlier today, he was a paramedic and something had happened to him though the Doctor's couldn't tell her what it was yet. She had been told that the Doctors were confident they could help him, unfortunately at this point it seemed like they were dealing with an unknown illness. However it would seem the doctor in charge knew what he was doing and already had a plan to combat the disease.
You offer her a ride but she politely turns it down and you take your leave again. As you sit into your car and are about to get back to patrolling your radio jumps to life. "Similis, report.", you respond, "Similis here.", "We got two dead in an apartment complex around Westend, get driving I will give you the exact location in a second.". Starting up the engine you head for Westend, a middle class neighborhood dominated by several large apartment complexes. They reminded you of tennements but they looked a lot more comfortable from the inside. As you approached the building you could see that paramedics were already on the scene, nobody else got hurt and they had probably been smoking outside ever since the two victims had been declared dead. Apparently you were the first policeman on the scene even though you had a considerable drive behind you. "Right fucked up, that's what it is.", you hear one of the paramedics mumbling. They point you up to the third floor. You can smell the blood before you see the bodies. A small stream of it had been flowing down the staircase and was puddling on the second floor.
Carefully you stepped up to the gruesome scenery. A small rather fat man was lying on the ground, his head was leaning on the wall, his chin slumped onto his chest. Not far from his open right hand laid a hammer. The most obvious part however was his missing throat which allowed his neck to rest on his chest in an unusual angle. Blood continued to stream from it, though the splatters on the wall indicated that it had been gushing out a lot faster before. Next to him what you suspected to be a young woman was lying on the ground. The front of her face had been mashed in with the hammer no doubt, you could barely make out anything recognizable except the lower row of her teeth. It was disgusting to say the least.
You looked at the nearby apartment door, it had fingernail scratches all over it. A wet rattling sound emerged as the fat man raised his hand towards you.
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04eaa6 No.1253
>>1252>>1241Your suit is torn in several places you start to wonder how it was still attached to you anyway. Must be as persistent as yourself. From somewhere nearby a delicious smell takes to your nose. Burnt flesh. Hotdogs perhaps? They sure sound delicious. It's like magically drawing you towards it. Oh well, maybe you should stop by just for one or two of them. You dig yourself out of the dumpster and drag yourself onto the street. You feel like shit, one of the perks of spending a night in a dumpster. You should probably get a new suid. Lord knew you could afford it, since you never spent your money on anything.
So you go take a shower and buy a new suit. At first the store owner gives you a suspicious look when you enter with your torn clothing but he becomes gradually more friendly as you continue to list your wishes for an expensive suit. He nods fervently rubbing his hands as he eagerly gets to work on your suit. Oddly enough he is done not much later. And hands you your suit, a signature under the bill and you are done.
You then start to make your way over to the office but the sun is already setting again, how quickly the day passed. Did you call in sick already? Should you even bother? The heavy taste of iron is spreading inside your mouth. You should probably go get some meat. A steak would be great. Some ham. Raw if need be. What an odd craving. You struggle to walk a few steps, blinking. Barely keeping yourself from falling over. You take a few deep breaths as darkness surrounds you. Just rest here. Just for a minute.
You wake up at home in your armchair dressed in your fancy suit. What the hell happened. Rubbing your face you got up. Still feeling like shit you took a look in the mirror. Dark rings under your bloodshot eyes. What was that annoying thing between your teeth? You pulled out what you suspected to be a sinew. Odd. You couldn't even remember eating it.
You heard a knock on the door. Who could it be at that late our? You looked through the judas hole and what do you see? A sobbing jung woman clenching her arm. She's begging you to open the door. Somehow her face seemed.. familiar? You couldn't really tell. It was offputting. Her words were sort of stretched and her babbling.. it just didn't make much sense.
Inventory:
- [Dirty Suit]
+ [Fancy Suit]
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04eaa6 No.1254
>>1253>>1243You call up your landlord and tell him to take care of Brenda. Daren is a small fat black man, with balding hair, but despite all his redeeming qualities he really was a dick most of the time. You always suspected that people weren't trying to be nice to him and he wasn't trying to be nice to them in return. You could hear hammering in the background, he was probably doing some home improvement again.
He didn't really appreciate your call, but at least he promised to take care of it. A few minutes later you could hear his muffled voice from beneath the door. "Let's not listen to that.", Sam said and turned the movie a bit louder. In the background you could hear an odd sound you couldn't quite identify followed by two thumps. At least the scratching stopped. "Do you smell that?", Sam asked and turned to you with a frown, from over her head you hung some ham into her face, "Do you mean this Ham?".
She bit into it from below and unelegantly mashing it all into her mouth, "I really shouldn't eat the stuff you touch.", she said, still half chewing it. Maybe that was true you figured as you shoved in a slice of ham yourself. Unaware of what you just did. The taste hit you like a flood overwhelming every sense you had. There were people who compared food to sex, you had always believed they were talking bullshit, but this? This was better. You could feel warmth spreading across your body as you began to shudder and the neurons in your nucleus accumbens began to fire. You could feel tears forming on your eyes as you continued to shove ham slices into your mouth. "This is the best ham I have ever eaten.", you said, your mouth still full of it, trying painfully hard not to let anything fall out as you continued to shovel it in. Sam leaned back a little, "It's good I guess?", she said with a nervous smerk, "Hey.", she grabbed your chin and turned your head towards her, "What's with your eyes.", she made a circular movement with her finger, "You have like, a lining.".
You could see she was getting seriously freaked out by you, but the ham was just so fucking good. She didn't understand you. She didn't taste what you tasted. What did she taste like? Her loss, if she didn't like the ham. More for you. Wait. What were you just thinking?
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04eaa6 No.1255
>>1254>>1243Better picture.
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04eaa6 No.1256
>>1255>>1244You keep going through and through the notes but you just can't seem to find anything new. Ceratinly Miller had seen all of this before, if he didn't find anything then why should you find something? This was pointless. Miller was probably working on some breakthrough already, but you were still digging through the data. What were you looking for anyway? This was pointless. Then Brian showed up. "Hello, Brian.", you give him one of the most passive aggressive tones you are able to vocalize. Without even asking his eyes skipped across your files, "You know perhaps the dead guy was on his way to developing an immunity. If you get a potential strain from both the alive subject and the victim you could potentially combine them and speed up the process of developing a cure. Of course you could always hope that Patient Zero has the unaltered natural version of whatever illness it is and find a way to combat the disease in it's base.". You cloesd your notes so he could not read anymore, "Thank you Brian we are doing just fine without you.". He just shrugged and walked away. Fucking Brian.
Luckily for you if there's something the hospital has in abundance it is gloves. Sure they are blue and not really fashionable but they really give you that doctoring look. In the stockroom there are at least two dozen boxes, nobody would notice if you took one for yourself. Of course it would technically be stealing but nobody would get mad anyway, you could always just say you needed them, which was in some way true. As for scarfs you still had your mother's. Dad gave it to you when she passed away and it had kept you motivated ever since. Now perhaps it would be of some good use.
Unfortunately for you everyone else is already busy doing other stuff. Brian seems to be free though. So you decide to eat on your own, which is when Dr. Miller joins you. He updates you on the patient's status and says that he believes with the help of patient zero they should be able to cure the disease in no time. If however it turned out that the man was indeed not patient zero at all, other complications could arise. He invites you to check on patient zero down at the pathology alongside him. Of course you would be required to wear a hazmat suit again.
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04eaa6 No.1257
>>1256>>1245As you bandage up Mrs. Holiday's hand you notice that she indeed does have a ring on her ringfinger, but it's on the left hand. Uncommon certainly. She could be married, or perhaps she just liked to carry the ring. As you look closer at her little cut you notice that a splinter is stuck inside it. In a tiny operation you mange to pull it out with one of Tiffany's tweezers. You don't question why she was carrying it around. Mrs. Holiday seems thankful though of course you could be blamed as well for her injury.
As you are done you instruct Tiffany to use a shirt to fire the cannon. At first she looks really disgusted at the notion of having to take her shirt of but then she just shrugs, takes it off and folds it up. Beneath she is wearing a push up bra which is holding her incredibly well formed boobs as your penis who is slowly coming to life informs you off. She rolls it up and shoves it in the cannon, pushing it in your hand. "There you go Bob. I shall find a new T-Shirt.", and with that her upper half disappeared in the list of random things that are not of real use but somehow get dumped at the station anyway.
You try it out opening the valve to let the oxygen flood into the pressure chamber. You then proceed to fire the T-Shirt. Of course you didn't really think this through as you were inside and the T-Shirt hit the glass above the entrance. It began to wobble in an unpleasent manner and both Mrs. Holiday and you were looking at it in a horrified manner. A split second later you realized that the glass was not going to break and exhaled in relief. That could have gone a lot worse.
>>1246They call you pilot and not for nothing. You are one of Whiteville's three licensed military pilots. Not that the garrison actually owned any attack helicopters or anything. Sure you had been promised one for some time now but it never actually happened. To keep you fresh with the helicopters you were allowed to fly around in the 7News helicopter every now and then. You really were quite good at it, but had to keep your dangerous maneuvers to a minimum. Should you crash the thing you should be most concerned about would not be dying but paying for the thing. Now you were being bored at the Whiteville garrison like just about any other member of the military except for a certain Smith, who apparently was trying to get the garrison back in shape. A futile attempt at any rate.
Inventory:
+ [Military Fatigues]
+ [9mm Handgun] (15)
+ [Pilot Helmet]
Skills:
+ [Shooting - Basic]
+ [Piloting - Professional]
Bonuses:
+ [Military Man] You're with the fokin' military. That's a bonus right there innit?
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04eaa6 No.1258
>>1257>>1242Major Banks takes the results and swiftly checks them. He skips a few pages. Seems like he's looking for something in particular. His face does not change at all as he inspects it. "Thank you Smith, go about your duties.". So that was that huh? Just a blood test and back to work. At least the Doc found nothing serious, or at least nothing serious that he will tell you about. But you weren't paranoid about it, they would have told you if something had been wrong. Right?
Either way you keep pestering the Quartermaster about the ammunition and he tells you that it's on it's way and that this is all he can do. Whiteville never really had a part in the global arms production, though there are some local gundealers in town of whom you could try to make some purchases. Of course you would have to pay for it yourself as this was highly unorthodox and not sanctioned by the actual leadership. Might get you in trouble. But a lot of the things that got you into trouble were the things worth doing.
You set up some basic training excercises for the men. They aren't really thankful, but it seems like they are taking more kindly to it than before. A few of them have reported sick and the medbay has some work to do. You suspect they are just trying to get out of training but the Doctors at the medbay assure you that they show actual physiological symptoms. As you are about to go back about your duty you are stopped by Major Banks.
"Stop the crap Smith.", he ordered you with a serious face, "Sir.", you salute. "A VIP just turned up dead. He's at the Main Hospital in Whiteville's Center. I need you to take ten men and retrieve the body and anything relating it. Fluids, data, papers, hair samples. Everything. No exceptions. We need it now and we need all of it. You will be moving out ASAP. The VIP in question is Chris Murchin, he was delivered at some point during the last two days and is most likely still in the pathology. I trust you can do this Smith. Don't disappoint me.".
>>1247You go home and pester your dad for money, lucky for you he is just about as liberal as a dad can get, after all he paid for your sexchange, or at least the "addition", because he believed that if it made you happy it was the way to go. But since that is not enough and what you need to make you love your father is more money and no signs of support you continue to bug him again and again and again until you convince him that you really really need those 200 $ because there are just so many important things you just have to get. Unfortunately with all the nagging you forget to do your homework, but it's not really that important is it?
You also notice how you feel kind of horny, but that's not really anything unusual to you.
>Inventory:+ [200 $]
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04eaa6 No.1259
File: 1427997109234.jpg (206.18 KB,1498x829,1498:829,B_Borkur_Eiriksson_Concept….jpg)
>>1258>>1249Willy just grumbles along as you make your way home. For some reason or another you decide to take the car and as through a miracle you manage to come home safe and sound. Unlocking the door you slip and almost fall into the entrance of your house. Whoa champ! Watch your balance! You slam the door shut behind you struggling to stay on your feet. Man you were hungry. Like, really reaaally hungry. You look at the apples and bananas barely visible in the moonlight. Fuck that. You wanted something real to eat. You wanted some meat.
Your tired gaze wandered around searching for any edible meat. Oh look, there was a picture of Buster. That old dog. Your mom bought it back when you still went to Middle School. Man, that dog sure looked tasty. You wanted to scold yourself for thinking tasty, you probably just mixed up a word, though you couldn't seem to make out which word it was that you were actually missing. The more you looked at the picture the stronger your feeling got that indeed tasty was the right word to describe it.
You shook your head. The taste of iron had grown stronger again already. How long had you just been standing here staring at the picture? You should get something to eat. Some meat. You should get.. a pizza? Perhaps you should get some steak. Yeah, that was a way classier way to approach things than just eating the same shit your students were shoveling into themselves all day.
Yeah, your students. Your fat.. whoa there. Relax. What were you going with that? Maybe you were just tired. You clenched your hand and struck it onto the table. The bowl with the fruits shook. No, you weren't tired. You were hungry. You wanted something to eat and you wanted it now.
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04eaa6 No.1261
>>1259>>1250Unforunately it turns out that nobody has a winch. One of them goes on about how the barrier lake is far too deep and you would have to find out where exactly the boat sunk anyway. It is about at this point that a new dockworker comes from the breakroom and immediately recognizes you. After a few seconds of doubtful arguing whether or not you guys are the real deal or just trying to fuck them over they decide that they would rather have an autograph than argue about a failed carboat sunk somewhere down within a barrier lake where nobody can find it. As you are taking your leave with waving and all you find a certain someone standing in front of your car. In his trademark all in light blue jumpsuit with his light blue helmet he is just waiting for you to get it. He doesn't say a word the good guy, but you are sure he is just as happy to see you as you are happy to see him.
Clerkson looked towards you, "So what do we do now?". Well that was a fair question, you had gotten the crew back together now you had to do something. Of course signing more autographs would be a cool idea or maybe one of the TV stations would want you to kickstart their own car show? Who knew perhaps you could even get your own version of TopScrew with another TV channel.
Of course you would have to rename it since the EBC retained all the naming rights, but having the right people to do the job would certainly go a long way. If most of your fans followed it would be an offer almost too good to pass on for any channel. As you headed through town, you and Clerkson in your Porsche, the Steg and May in the car behind you you begin to wonder what's up with all these people. There was an unusual amount of ill people here. Certainly didn't look healthy to go outside. While they themselves looked tired as a guy who hadn't slept in two weeks their eyes looked restless. However much sense that made.
>Companions:+ [Richard May]
+ [The Steg]
>>1251Oh Bobby! What happened to the glory days when people still knew to appreciate a cook with a temper and a taste for the exotic? Back when you were still serving up in three and four star hotels and restaurants. But the times have changed. People want a cook to cook in silence and that is something you cannot do! How can they expect you to hold back your temper when it is the heat of the heart in which you softly roast the beef of joy? Unfortunately however fate had nothing in it for you and you had to resort to other things in order to keep afloat. The mob is coming to collect any day now, the cops would like a word with you too, they just don't know it yet. Oh Bobby. You're in trouble baby.
>Inventory:+ [Chef Hat]
+ [Cleaver]
+ [Assortment of Cooking Knives]
+ [Bobby's Great Cookbook]
>Skills:+ [Cooking - Professional]
+ [Cooking (Other) - Advanced]
>Bonus:+ [Oh Bobby!] The Cops would like a word with you, the mob just wants your head.
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04eaa6 No.1262
| Rolled 22, 16, 62 = 100 (3d100) |
>>1253Name: Thompson.
Fluff: A hard working salary man. He has worked 9-5 for the majority of his adult life without complaints. He doesnt seem to have any friends or hobbies, and nobody even knows what his first name is. The model of hardworking excellence, or average mediocrity, depending on your point of view.
Zombie Fluff: He is even more persistent and difficult to discourage than the common zombie.
Health: [Healthy]
Mutations: [Don't fill this out yet]
Pack: [Fancy Suit] [80$]
Bonuses: [Persistence is a Virtue]
1: Open the door. While it is not really my place to be dealing with hysterical people, it is better than them causing a scene in front of my door. And if I recognize her even a little, it may not be chance that she is in front of mine, so she may not leave until I let her in. Best not to cause a scene.
2: After leading her into the living room and making sure she is seated, go fetch something light from the fridge. Iced Tea and some cheese and crackers, perhaps. It seems that I have already eaten, but best to make sure guests are well tended.
3: Stop by the bathroom before heading back with the food. Years and years of not letting anything get in the way of work has resulted in an exceptionally well stocked medical cabinet. Lets try to find something that will stop these weird black out periods. I dont know exactly the cause, but self prescription is well within my abilities. Also, splash some water in my face to make myself more presentable.
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04eaa6 No.1263
| Rolled 48, 30, 46 = 124 (3d100) |
>>1261>Name: Bobby Vermont>Fluff: I'm Bobby Vermont I was a Cook at a failing bar in Whiteville. I've made a few dollars for sometimes illegal shit. Maybe too much illegal shit. Anyway now a army of druggies has overtaken the streets, I have to pay the mob, & the army is looking for me I'm in deep shit I knew I shouldn't cook that shit >Health: [Healthy] - List all your ailments here>Inventory: [Chef Hat] [Cleaver] [Assortment of Cooking Knives] [Bobby's Great Cookbook]>Skills: [Cooking - Professional] [Cooking (Other) - Advanced]>Bonuses: [Oh Bobby!] The Cops would like a word with you, the mob just wants your head.1.Head to a alleyway and hide till fuzz and druggies goes down
2-3 Go to the store and try to hide there look like you're gonna to buy something
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04eaa6 No.1264
| Rolled 69, 22, 39 = 130 (3d100) |
>>1252Name: Zach Similis
Fluff: A Police officer, that one cop who's always ready to help out and lend a hand. That one guy who's always got a smile and ready to help Out no matter what happens. Zach is an all around nice guy who became a beat cop to help people out.
Health: [Healthy] - List all your ailments here
Inventory:
+ [Police Uniform]
+ [9mm - Handgun] (15)
+ [Police Batton]
+ [Handcuffs]
+ [50 $]
+ 4 [Guilliano Sandwich]
+ 4 [CocaSoda™]
Skills:
+ [Shooting - Professional]
+ [Speech - Basic]
Bonus:
+ [Protect and Serve] Whiteville isn't that big and you're reknown as friendly neighborhood cop. While people are more likely to trust you people who think they are though are less likely to respect you.
1. Go call the paramedics back The dude is still alive even if he is missing his throat. Which is kinda weird considering. Also the fuck do I do to help him?
2. Try to keep the man calm I guess? Fuck I dunno this is messed up. Any aid I can do might make it worse.
3. Look at the scene like i'm supposed to do take notes and try to figure out happened. I'd ask the guy but talking without a throat makes that impossible.
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04eaa6 No.1265
| Rolled 1, 31, 86 = 118 (3d100) |
>>1258Name: Vem, "SueLord" Jacklyn
Fluff: Vem was a pretty cool dude. He had fun, was a jokester, didnt hold grudges, and go straight A's in school. Problem is he was too perfect. In reality he was highly insane, had schizophrenia, was cynical, and a sociopath. These all came out when he played games and the most unrealistic characters…period. They were a way to express his madness, his precious "Mary Sues", and he loved them more than he liked real people.
Zombie Fluff: Upon turning into a zombie, Vem's mary sues manifested in him physically. He mutates rapidly, with the only in common attributes being a hypersexual, 10ft tall, futanari. Everything else is…unique, one could say.
Health: [Healthy]
Mutations: [Don't fill this out yet]
Inventory:
+ [200 $]
Bonus:
+ [Why say Futanari if there are English terms?]
1,2,3)Glad my dad is the best dad ever! But if im going to make him proud i must get good grades, like always, and be me like he always says! (Buy some bitchin dj headphones, some Visor glasses and go get them A+ in school)
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04eaa6 No.1270
| Rolled 6, 60, 10 = 76 (3d100) |
>>1257Name: Jared Bastion
Fluff: His love for machines and flight is what got him into the the seat of a Chopper. Once he was in it he knew this was where he belonged. Often found conversing with the numerous techs and engineers on the base, assisting with repairs and maintenance work.
Inventory:
+ [Military Fatigues]
+ [9mm Handgun] (15)
+ [Pilot Helmet]
Skills:
+ [Shooting - Basic]
+ [Piloting - Professional]
Bonuses:
+ [Military Man] You're with the fokin' military. That's a bonus right there innit?
1. Offer to help Smith in exchange for him helping me to get A god damn Heli. What good is a pilot with nothing to fly.
2. Go jogging outside. Need to stay fit in case of the zombie apocalypse
3.Smith doing drills again. Best hide and read the latest issue of Popular mechanics on the roof.
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04eaa6 No.1281
| Rolled 68, 33, 73 = 174 (3d100) |
>>1259Name: Prof. Mathew Calligan
Fluff: A professor of history at the local college. He specializes in the research and analysis of ancient and modern day battles. While he enjoys his work he is noted to be one of the hardest professors by not curving tests or allowing bonus.
Zombie Fluff: He can always seem to tell where other zombies are, or when you are cheating on your exam.
Health: [Healthy]
Inventory:
+ [Cheked Jacket]
+ [59$]
Mutations: [Don't fill this out yet]
Pack: [Starts empty]
Bonuses:
+ [Battle Tactics of the Dead?]
1&2. I think I still have some leftover steak from last night. I should be able to heat that up.
3. Things are getting worse. I need to call the doctor now. I can do it while the steaks are heating.
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04eaa6 No.1286
| Rolled 19 (1d100) |
>>1259Making a new character, because I want to.
Name: Linus Verimont
Fluff: Linus's father was a paranoid man. He belied that the world would end in a massive riot and anarchy. As such he made sure his home was ready to massive assault and long periods of bandit sieges. It did not help that Linus's father was a very successful accountant so he had enough money to really turn his home into a hidden fort. The cops had to check in every now and again to make sure the hydroponics where not being used to grow weed.
Besides the rampant paranoia of the end of civilization in rampant anarchy and his father's teaching of how to survive in the event, as well as the psychological effects of that, not much else was abnormal. Linus grew up and became a civil engineer due to his love of his father's old house. A week ago his father passed away and he inherited the mansion/fortress/apoc bunker or as Linus calls it 'The Base' and plans on expanding it when he gets the money. Thankfully it seems dad kept everything in stock.
Health: [Healthy] - List all your ailments here
Inventory: [Leave this clear]
Skills: [Leave this clear]
Bonuses: [Leave this clear]
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04eaa6 No.1288
| Rolled 35, 36, 99 = 170 (3d100) |
>>1256Name: Rachael Banks
Fluff: Rachael is in her very last term of medical school. Not quite at the top of her class because that asshole Brian keeps just edging her out on test scores, she's had a thirst to prove herself one of the best medical professionals in the country ever since her mother died from complications in what should have been a routine procedure. No little kids are going to lose a parent on her watch!
Health: [Healthy]
Inventory:
+ [Doctor's Overall]
+ [Basic Medical Equipment]
+ [Miller's Notes]
+ [Big Book of Epidemiology]
+ [30 $]
Skills:
+ [General Medicine - Professional]
+ [Epidemiology - Basic]
Bonus:
+ [Fuck Brian] You gain a bonus when applying your medical skill while someone by the name of "Brian" is within viewing or hearing distance. Extra bonus if he is the one true Brian. However you also have to pedantically correct everyone by the name of Brian in any way you possibly can. Nothing is too pedantic.
1. Oh my god, Brian, what the hell? You can't just come up on someone and start reading their notes like that! And doesn't he realise how difficult it is to develop a cure from a disease base? The best we can hope for is to notice similarities between this and another pathogen and work from there, otherwise it'll be largely trial and error from day one.
Wait a minute. I'm a genius! What comparisons has Miller drawn so far? Has he drawn on other cases, other studies of people showing similar symptoms? Skin contact, presumably sweat-based transmission? Not much to go on, but it's worth a quick look through the databases.
Can't wait to see Brian's face when he finds out I helped without resorting to his stupid "First Principles" so-called "Advice".
2. Of course, Miller had to know i'd love to join them in pathology to see how patient zero is doing. Brian might be an arrogant ass but at least talking about bodily responses to a foreign agent makes sense.
The hazmat suits are clumsy, yes, but safe. Bound to be.
Bound to be.
3. I can pick up mum's scarf after I head home. A box of gloves will have to do until then.
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04eaa6 No.1290
| Rolled 62, 31, 78 = 171 (3d100) |
>>1257Name: Grandmaster Bob of The RadioTower
Fluff: Bob runs the local Radio Station and performs all sorts of radio plays, where he and guest performers wear armor fight and recite lines supported by charitable donations. Needless to say the RadioTower is his castle.
Health: [Healthy]
Inventory:
[Light Metal Armor]
[60 $]
[Supply Crate]
Skills:
[Speech - Professional]
Bonus:
[The Voice] When heard on radio you carry an incredible charisma, able to sway people and convince them of a lot of things, however in person your Speech skill takes a severe penalty, because of your social awkwardness
1 "One T-Shirt cannon, be careful its a big weapon. Do you…want to be on the show?"
2 Get Tiffany a T-Shirt or something from the pile of random and assorted things that have no purpose being here and should be thrown out before someone else gets a splinter.
3 Clean the place up and lock up, call in Endiku the Dog.
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04eaa6 No.1291
| Rolled 29, 82, 69 = 180 (3d100) |
>>1258Name: Brandt Smith
Fluff: Brandt was on the up and up, freshly out of West Point, taking his first command of a new batch of fresh recruits in a military base in
Whiteville. Everything was going great for Brandt; just as it always has, and just as it always will….
…right?
Health: [Healthy] - List all your ailments here
Inventory: + [M16] (20)
+ [Bayonet]
+ [Combat Fatigues]
+ [Bulletproof Vest (Lvl. 4)]
Skills:
+ [Shooting - Professional]
Bonuses:
+ [Military Man] You're with the military. That's a bonus right there.
1/2/3. "Sir, Yes sir."
Find ten of the men who were most receptive to PT, and make sure two of them are sergeants that have good rapport with the men. Two fire teams, standard armament. I also want all members of this team in full CBRN gear, and we need to be scrubbed before and after we leave the base. Don't want some super-bug from this Mr. Murchin to spread any farther then that hospital. Bring a airtight body bag too, we'll need it to carry the lug back here.
Two Humvees should be enough, so let's get kitted up and roll out!
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04eaa6 No.1292
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04eaa6 No.1333
>>1262The moment you open the door the young woman falls around your neck, hot tears rolling down her cheeks. The smell of blood is only faint but you can make it out without a problem. You can feel your eyes readjusting, everything seemed harder somehow. She sobbed into your ear, "Thompson, I'm so happy I found your place.". "Yeah, right.", who was this woman? What was she doing in your apartment? You show her the way inside. She sits down on your couch and goes on about how she was attacked by a man, at first she thought she was getting robbed but he bit her. As she reveals her barely bandaged arm and takes off the tissues she used to staunch the bleeding you set eyes on the open wound. It triggers something basic inside you, primal even. You winced and she noticed. She said something about being sorry. You go to grab your first aid kit and change her wound and you can her hiss a few times as you roll the bandaid around her found and put some pressure onto it. She continues to talk but her words keep floating away. You just can't focus on them, the words just keep coming and slowly they turn into sounds. Nothing more than that. You sit across from the woman as she continues to make sounds. At this point you were honestly trying to listen to her, you really tried but you started to become a little scared.
Why could you not understand her? Her words were making no sense at all. Blood and Flesh. That had to be it. Her wound was bothering you. You shook your head and she seemed to notice, her voice changed she got up and seemed even more nervous. You tried to calm her down, but your lips could form no words. You wanted to calm her down but she kept backing up further and further. Her voice began to turn hysteric as you continued to try and talk to her. She needed to calm down but slowly you began to panic yourself, what the hell was up with your voice? You laid your heads on her shoulders and she straight up punched you in the face.
You twitched back, "What the fuck?!", you shouted, somehow you had found your voice again. "Fuck you Thompson!", she yelled with tears in her eyes, "It's not fucking funny!", tears streamed from her eyes and onto your carpet as she hugged you. You patted her on the back and picked her up, at first she resisted a little but then she just let it happen.
You were standing in front of the mirror. Wha- didn't you just? Oh right. You were here for the medicine. You needed it, you felt like shit right? Well.. actually you felt pretty good. Satisfied? Was that the word. You put the little pill box back into your cabinet and closed it.
You looked into the mirror and stopped. What the fuck. What. No, this- this wasn't right. You looked into your face, but your eyes, they were.. wrong. But your eyes weren't the disturbing part. Your mouth was covered in blood. Your entire chin. Half your face.
With a few staggering steps you made your way out of the bathroom. The apartment was trashed. Your couch was turned over, lamps broken. Your fruit bowl, broken into pieces. Damn, that fruit bowl had been a gift from your mother. Scratching your chest you found a wet soft spot, your finger kept sliding deep inside. As you looked down you startled quickly pulling it back. You had a hole in your chest. Not big, but thin and wide. A stab wound? What-
Heavy breathing. You looked around and your eyes fell upon the young woman on the other end of the room. She was lying with her back to the wall, her hands wrapped around a knife she was staring at you, her eyes focused on you. She was covered in blood. You were unable to whose blood it was.
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04eaa6 No.1334
>>1333>>1263You wanted to hide from the fuzzy and drugged people but oddly enough the streets are almost empty except for a few cars. Every now and then you see a police car or an ambulance passing by. In the distance you saw a lonely person shuffling across the street. The streetlight was red but it kept walking anyway. A passing car hit it in the side and flung it a couple of meters. The driver didn't stop and just kept going. For a second the lifeless body was just lying there, then it got up and continued to walk as if nothing had happened.
What the actual fuck? Had nobody just seen that? How did- but it just.. what? This was fucking crazy. Was everyone on drugs right now? This was creepy, you had to get inside, maybe drink a shot or something.
You went into the nearest store. Felt safer already. As you entered the storekeeper gave you a suspicious look. At least you suspected it would be a suspicious look, but he was Asian so you couldn't really tell. "Herro honorary customer to humber store.".
You nodded a little uneasy. This was a racist stereotype wasn't it? Was this guy testing you? Was he trying to see if you would fall for the bait? You just nodded carefully and went on to skim through some of the stuff. Every now and then you threw a nervous look to the door to check if someone came in, but as you did so you noticed that the store owner kept looking back at you.
"You browsing, yes? You finding what you rooking for?".
>>1270Turns out Smith is already gone. People say he moved out with 10 men. Of course officially you aren't supposed to hear any of this but they say it was on the direct order of Major Banks, probably the highest Military Officer in Whiteville's garrison, so you decide to go for a run instead. A bit of jogging never hurt anyone. You come back sweating and exhausted when you are stopped by a higher ranking officer. Lieutenant Monroe, an animal of a man looks at you, "Bad timing for a workout.", he said without a hint of irony in his voice, "We are heading to the Eastern Tunnel. Go get your gear then help load up the ammunition, we are leaving nothing here.".
You are surprised by this. Though surprised probably didn't cut it. You were fucking shocked to say the least. The Whiteville garrison barely did anything, if at all. Now you were expected to move out at such short notice and worst of all you were expected to take most of the base's supplies with you? What the hell was going on. "Sir, when are we moving out?", you ask still out of breath. "Yesterday Pilot.", he responded and you could feel a whiff of desperation and excessive demand in his voice.
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04eaa6 No.1335
>>1334>>1264"Medic!", you yell turning around your voice gradually becoming louder. You can already hear the door downstairs banging as you suspect the paramedics are storming inside. "Stay calm.", you try to comfort the man, but you have no idea what you are doing. How can you calm this man when you were doing such a shit job at calming yourself? You could hardly think like this. With one hand the man was holding his throat, coughing up blood which continued to flood out of his mouth over his chin and feed the small river that made it's way downstairs, the other hand clenching your arm the man tried to articulate himself. You had no idea what he was trying to make out. Was the murder still here? No. He had the hammer in his hand. He probably killed the woman. But what if there was another murder? She could have impossibly ripped out his throat on her own. He couldn't have killed her. On the other hand he was still alive now, she could have ripped out his throat and then he could have killed her.
You scolded yourself. How would she have ripped out his throat? How would anyone do that? It required an immense amount of power to do so and you failed to understand how she would have possibly done so. The blood continued to quell forth from the wound as you could here hectic steps from the stairway. A silent bang. Cursing. One of the paramedics had probably slipped on the blood. They weren't far now.
Should you keep pressure on the wound? It would staunch some of the bleeding. But it was the throat, should you really keep pressure on the throat? You squat idly in front of the dying man, unable to decide what to do with him. Downstairs you can hear sirens, seemed like more people had arrived. Policemen, perhaps even more paramedics.
And there they were at last. The paramedics came up with a stretcher quickly taking a look at the man and trying to stabilize him.
"We have to get him out.", one of them said, you do not object. They swiftly move him down. You turn around and sit on the stairs alone, left at the gory scenery. Everything had went so fast. They continue to hurry downwards. You hear a couple of voices from downstairs, too far to make out what exactly they were saying. You were sure the new arrivals had just met with the paramedics.
You sit alone for a few more minutes, just pondering on what the hell happened here when two men in arrive. "This is Detective Wilson, I am Detective Urchin.", the longer of the two introduces himself, he had a lean build and seemed less neighborhoodly and more hoodly. If there was such an adjective. Looked like you were no longer needed on the scene.
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04eaa6 No.1336
>>1335>>1265Ha! What a great guy your dad was huh? Oh lucky you, time to go shopping! You go to buy your stuff and take a shortcut through a well known alleyway. Now this wasn't right. Didn't seem familiar at all. Now what were you going to do? Probably just find back to the street. This sure was an odd way to construct your housing. How would anybody find through this labyrinth. You take another turn and there they were. A guy lying on the ground. His clothes were drenched in blood, a woman was standing over him. Her hands were shaking, her eyes wide open she was breeding heavily. The guy on the ground slowly raised his head towards the woman, his hand was reaching for her as if to beg for mercy.
Like in slow motion you watched in awe as her finger slowly squeezed the trigger. The sleigh jerked back and a deafening BANG echoed through the alleyway. The shell, ejected in a small cloud of gas. Fear held you in it's paralyzing grip as the hot shell struck the ground, sending out a clear clinging.
You didn't even notice the scream coming over your lips, but you screamed, you screamed louder than ever before in your life as you watched the pieces of brain and blood splatters that had spread across the alleyway.
The woman raised her gun. Your eyes met. Sadness, sorrow and desperation overwhelmed you as you recognized her emotions as your own. Again you could see her finger moving. A word forming on her lips. Sorry. A flash. A bang. The shell ejected. Pain. Darkness.
You blinked. Flashing white light. You blinked again. Two men talking over you. Another blink. Everything was shanking now, the men were still there, you could hear them talking. Another blink, morphine. Finally you found rest. As you awoke again you found yourself in a crowded hospital room. You could easily tell that far too many beds had been placed in here. "Ah, you're awake!", you hear a friendly voice. You turn to your right. A young black man was standing next to you applying a field dressing to some guy, "The Doctor's didn't expect you to wake up this fast. Sorry for the crowded place but it seems like today all hell broke loose. We've been treating more patients than the entire last month put together.", he said with an apologetic smile.
Looked like they didn't know yet how badly you've been hit. You could be alright, but perhaps a vital organ such as lung or heart had been struck. They would need to keep you in until they could be absolutely sure you were going to be alright.
>Health: + [Badly Injured]
+ [Gunshot - Chest]
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04eaa6 No.1337
>>1336>>1286Your father was mad. You know that. Sure you loved dad, but he really took his paranoia too far. Now he passed away and you were mostly busy staying in his empty house, looking at pictures of you and him. He never trusted anyone. Not even mom. That's probably because he gave you the key to his bunker before he passed away. Didn't even trust his lawyer to hand them over.
Inventory:
+ [Hardhat]
+ [Bunker Key]
>Skills:+ [Architectural Engineering - Professional]
>Bunker:+ [Energy - Est. 2 Weeks]
+ [Food - Est. 2 Weeks]
+ [Sleeping Space - 1]
>Bonus:+ [Soft] You are soft both in heart and resolve, you don't fair as well in personal combat or turning down people in need but children like you.
+ [Bunker] You have a safe home. Expect people to want to take it from you.
>>1290You offered Mrs. Holiday a place on the show and she looked at you with big eyes, "Really? Oh my god I would love to be on the show?", her cellphone rang. Not a good sign. The sun was already setting and your dog still wasn't inside. You stepped to the door and called Endiku. For a bit nothing, then out of nowhere came a rather big dog, hip height with scraggy fur, twigs and leaves were stuck in it. You called your dog a few cute names while ruffling through it's hair and petting it for a while.
Mrs. Holiday approached you from behind, "I'm so sorry Bob, but I have to go. The channel is calling me in we have to do an important broadcast now. We should totally do this some other time.", she gave you a hug which you awkwardly hover handed and rushed off to her car. "Hey Tiffany, you could wear..", "No.", she interrupted you, "I'm not wearing anything from that pile.". She was still only in her bra. "And I won't go home like this.".
You put your arms up, looks like she defeated you once again. You locked the door. You wouldn't be alone in the building after all. Still had the night shift to yourself, Tiffany would probably just hang around in the building somewhere.
>Companions:+ [Tiffany]
+ [Big Dog Endiku]
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04eaa6 No.1338
>>1337>>1288Ha! Fucking Brian! He knows jack shit! When you propose your idea to Miller he shakes his head, "Sadly we tried that but we had nothing so far. This bacteria or whatever it is is working differently than anticipated. I don't know how it does it but I have the feeling it sort of becomes inactive when we separate it from the host. I'm uncertain how to proceed at this point. We will just have to check out patient zero and hope we will score right on that. If you're ready we will head down to the pathology right away.". You nod eagerly. Of course you want to head down there right away. You quickly grab the box with gloves and stuff it into your purse only to notice your mother's scarf inside. How did that get in there? Odd. You look around for anything within reach and decide you could take a box with some disinfectant too. Never knew when that would come in handy.
You started to get yourself into the Hazmat suit. Of course it would obstruct things somewhat, but you couldn't be too careful with these things. You needed to be prepared and protected. After double checking you were safe and having Miller check your suit as well you headed through a surprisingly crowded hospital down into the pathology to take a look at patient zero.
Miller made a bad pun as he opened the door and you stepped into the pathology. Your heart skipped a beat as you saw the men. They looked like they were cut right from a cold war movie. Men in camouflaged CBRN gear were spread throughout the pathology. Two of them were looking towards you, all of them were armed with what you immediately recognized as the unmistakeable AK-47 assault rifle.
"What do you want here?", Miller said starting out loud, but his voice slightly wavering to the end. You didn't count the men but there was more than six of them. You couldn't see their faces behind the gas masks, only the eyes were revealed.
One of them turned around to Miller, "We are looking for Mr. Murchin. He was brought here one or two days ago, dead. We need everything you have on him. Research data, hair samples. Everything you got.".
Miller stammered, "You c-cannot have him! He is invaluable for our research!", but the soldiers were already taking all files labeled Murchin, or at least so you suspected. "Found him.", you could hear another man in the back as they pulled Subject Zero from it's freezer, quickly closed up his body bag and stuffed him into a second one.The man looked at Miller, "Is there anything else?". Yeah, was there anything else? Miller said nothing, how about your notes? And what about the guy in quarantine? Was that nothing? But it looked like Miller wasn't going to mention any of that.
>Inventory:+ 1 [Box of Gloves]
+ 1 [Box of Disinfectant]
+ [Mom's Scarf]
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04eaa6 No.1339
>>1338>>1291You quickly got your men together. The ten best from PT. You had no time for a large selection of best marksmen and a psychological evaluation with handshake. You had to work with what you got. You grabbed two of the Humvees, no bulletproof glass, at least it had a machinegun on top, which you would hopefully not have to use.
Ordering your men to get into the Humvees you swiftly move out. Traffic was lighter than you expected, the streets were almost abandoned even though it was barely past nightfall. Here and there you heard a police car in the distance and saw an ambulance passing by. It kept driving in front of you persistently and you were already starting to get annoyed, but then you realized that you too were going for the hospital. Upon your arrive you are surprised how crowded the place is. ER is full with people in waiting, half of them sneezing and coughing over the place, the other half wrapped in band aids. The staff has already taken to wearing face masks for protection and you are more thankful than ever for the CBRN gear. You order two of your men to stay behind with the Humvees and contact you should anything happen, proceeding towards the reception.
The woman is surprised upon seeing you to say the least, but she points you to the pathology no less. You thank her and head downstairs where you question some assistant concerning the whereabouts of Mr. Murchin, however he knows nothing.
"What are you doing here?", the voice came from behind you and you turned around, two people in Hazmat suits were standing in the entrance of the pathology, your two soldiers who had been guarding the door made no attempt to shoot them which meant that these guys were at least not complete idiots. The guy who was talking seemed like he was rather displeased to see you and of course, intimidated as well.
"We are looking for Mr. Murchin. He was brought here one or two days ago, dead. We need everything you have on him. Research data, hair samples. Everything you got.", you responded swiftly, you had no time for chit chat. Not far behind you you could hear one of your guys murmuring, "Oh MuRchin with an R. Now that makes more sense.".
"You c-cannot have him! He is invaluable for our research!", the guy stammered, he wasn't going to convince you, he probably couldn't even convince himself, you had no time for his pride as a scientist. Behind you you heard the sound of an opening freezer followed by the zipping of an opening and rapidly closed zipper, "Found him.", you the murmurer behind you. Behind you your guys proceeded to bodybag Mr Murchin again, you were going to object at first but safe was safe. Some of your men were now coming up with the research data as well.
You turned around to the man again, "Is there anything else?", you asked him, looking in the eye to see and tell if he was lying, but he couldn't even answer you. You knew that look. It was the look of a man who had everything taken from him. Looks like that was everything he had.
You turned around again to your men, two of them had grabbed the bodyguard, another two were carrying the files. A fifth one gave you a thumbs up and the other guy who hadn't been guarding the entrance was still looking at freezer names.
Inventory:
+ [Mr. Murchin Files]
+ [Mr. Murchin (Double Bagged)]
Unit:
+ 10 [Soldiers] - M16
+ 2 [Humvees] - MG
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04eaa6 No.1340
| Rolled 15, 82, 2 = 99 (3d100) |
>>1334>Name: Bobby Vermont>Fluff: I'm Bobby Vermont I was a Cook at a failing bar in Whiteville. I've made a few dollars for sometimes illegal shit. Maybe too much illegal shit. Anyway now a army of druggies has overtaken the streets, I have to pay the mob, & the army is looking for me I'm in deep shit I knew I shouldn't cook that shit >Health: [Healthy] - List all your ailments here>Inventory: [Chef Hat] [Cleaver] [Assortment of Cooking Knives] [Bobby's Great Cookbook]>Skills: [Cooking - Professional] [Cooking (Other) - Advanced]>Bonuses: [Oh Bobby!] The Cops would like a word with you, the mob just wants your head.1-2-3 Ask the shopkeeper to drop the act and try to find out what the fuck is going on is every single fucking person on drugs or are they braindead will someone please tell me what the fuck is going on
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04eaa6 No.1341
| Rolled 14, 4, 84 = 102 (3d100) |
>>1335Name: Zach Similis
Fluff: A Police officer, that one cop who's always ready to help out and lend a hand. That one guy who's always got a smile and ready to help Out no matter what happens. Zach is an all around nice guy who became a beat cop to help people out.
Health: [Healthy] - List all your ailments here
Inventory:
+ [Police Uniform]
+ [9mm - Handgun] (15)
+ [Police Batton]
+ [Handcuffs]
+ [50 $]
+ 4 [Guilliano Sandwich]
+ 4 [CocaSoda™]
Skills:
+ [Shooting - Professional]
+ [Speech - Basic]
Bonus:
+ [Protect and Serve] Whiteville isn't that big and you're reknown as friendly neighborhood cop. While people are more likely to trust you people who think they are though are less likely to respect you.
1. Back to the precinct, debrief with sarge.
2. Grab some more ammo from requisitions, regulations say you shouldn't have only one clip on you. That kind of oversight could be bad. Especially with a killer on the loose.
3.Head home enjoy your food. Unwind and take a shower. Today has been a day.
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04eaa6 No.1342
| Rolled 27, 63, 78 = 168 (3d100) |
>>1333Name: Thompson.
Fluff: A hard working salary man. He has worked 9-5 for the majority of his adult life without complaints. He doesnt seem to have any friends or hobbies, and nobody even knows what his first name is. The model of hardworking excellence, or average mediocrity, depending on your point of view.
Zombie Fluff: He is even more persistent and difficult to discourage than the common zombie.
Health: [Healthy]
Mutations: [Don't fill this out yet]
Pack: [Fancy Suit] [80$]
Bonuses: [Persistence is a Virtue]
1: This is very unlike me, to be so out of control of myself. It is very unfortunate to be in this state, but there doesnt seem to be much else to do about it. A shame that another suit has gone to waste.
2&3: This woman though, she seems hysterical. Injured or not, there is no sense is hurting herself or me. If she has already stabbed me, or possibly herself, and gotten blood everywhere, as well as destroying the furniture of the room, then she is no longer welcome in this home. Attempt to calm her down, but be firm that she must leave. If she refuses to leave peacefully, force is an option.
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04eaa6 No.1344
| Rolled 26, 38, 7 = 71 (3d100) |
>>1337Name: Linus Verimont
Fluff: Linus's father was a paranoid man. He belied that the world would end in a massive riot and anarchy. As such he made sure his home was ready to massive assault and long periods of bandit sieges. It did not help that Linus's father was a very successful accountant so he had enough money to really turn his home into a hidden fort. The cops had to check in every now and again to make sure the hydroponics where not being used to grow weed.
Besides the rampant paranoia of the end of civilization in rampant anarchy and his father's teaching of how to survive in the event, as well as the psychological effects of that, not much else was abnormal. Linus grew up and became a civil engineer due to his love of his father's old house. A week ago his father passed away and he inherited the mansion/fortress/apoc bunker or as Linus calls it 'The Base' and plans on expanding it when he gets the money. Thankfully it seems dad kept everything in stock.
Health: [Healthy] - List all your ailments here
Inventory: + [Hardhat]
+ [Bunker Key]
Skills: + [Architectural Engineering - Professional]
Bunker:
+ [Energy - Est. 2 Weeks]
+ [Food - Est. 2 Weeks]
+ [Sleeping Space - 1]
Bonuses: + [Soft] You are soft both in heart and resolve, you don't fair as well in personal combat or turning down people in need but children like you.
+ [Bunker] You have a safe home. Expect people to want to take it from you.
This place is already better than my old crummy apartment. Well then, time to get to work.
1. Better make sure dad did not leave any 'surprises' he never told me about. I would love to know if there was a booby trap in the kitchen, or that the windows were bullet proof and the doors were almost impossible to force in.
2&3. Now with that done let's start with the upgrading. Take out that money I had in the bank for this and start putting some solar panels on the roof. I could power the house for free for years. I don't know why dad didn't do this? Probably didn't trust anyone messing with his roof.
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04eaa6 No.1345
| Rolled 47, 31 = 78 (2d100) |
>>1337Name: Grandmaster Bob of The RadioTower
Fluff: Bob runs the local Radio Station and performs all sorts of radio plays, where he and guest performers wear armor fight and recite lines supported by charitable donations. Needless to say the RadioTower is his castle.
Health: [Healthy]
Inventory:
[Light Metal Armor]
[60 $]
[Supply Crate]
Skills:
[Speech - Professional]
Bonus:
[The Voice] When heard on radio you carry an incredible charisma, able to sway people and convince them of a lot of things, however in person your Speech skill takes a severe penalty, because of your social awkwardness
Companions:
+ [Tiffany]
+ [Big Dog Enkidu]
1 Haaaaa what a shame, might need to offer something else to get her back like a mini T-shirt cannon or something. Time to settle in put on some coffee and get the mood set for the night shift; put on some music for the listeners while I learn about the goings ons of the town, give Mrs. Holiday a few minutes to get there before the news starts, maybe listen in on the police radio if I can remember the channels they use.
23 Did Tiffany ever install that security camera over the entrance? Gonna need a ladder, the instructions and Tiffany handing everything up to me while I enjoy the view.
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04eaa6 No.1346
| Rolled 59 (1d100) |
>>1345and one more for the money
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04eaa6 No.1347
| Rolled 4, 3, 25 = 32 (3d100) |
>>1339Name: Brandt Smith
Fluff: Brandt was on the up and up, freshly out of West Point, taking his first command of a new batch of fresh recruits in a military base in
Whiteville. Everything was going great for Brandt; just as it always has, and just as it always will….
…right?
Health: [Healthy] - List all your ailments here
Inventory: + [M16] (20)
+ [Bayonet]
+ [Combat Fatigues]
+ [Bulletproof Vest (Lvl. 4)]
+ [Mr. Murchin Files]
+ [Mr. Murchin (Double Bagged)]
Skills:
+ [Shooting - Professional]
Bonuses:
+ [Military Man] You're with the military. That's a bonus right there.
Unit:
+ 10 [Soldiers] - M16
+ 2 [Humvees] - MG
1/2/3. "Radio back to base, tell Major Banks about this "researcher" he said he wanted all things related to the subject, so that might included this scrub too. If we get a yes, detain him and throw him in the Humvee, if not, let's get the fuck outta here. Shit wind is blowing hard tonight. Things here are about to enter to the old shit tornado to Oz, I can feel it in my bones."
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04eaa6 No.1348
| Rolled 11, 76, 8 = 95 (3d100) |
>>1338Name: Rachael Banks
Fluff: Rachael is in her very last term of medical school. Not quite at the top of her class because that asshole Brian keeps just edging her out on test scores, she's had a thirst to prove herself one of the best medical professionals in the country ever since her mother died from complications in what should have been a routine procedure. No little kids are going to lose a parent on her watch!
Health: [Healthy]
Inventory:
+ [Doctor's Overall]
+ [Basic Medical Equipment]
+ [Miller's Notes]
+ [Big Book of Epidemiology]
+ [30 $]
Skills:
+ [General Medicine - Professional]
+ [Epidemiology - Basic]
Bonus:
+ [Fuck Brian] You gain a bonus when applying your medical skill while someone by the name of "Brian" is within viewing or hearing distance. Extra bonus if he is the one true Brian. However you also have to pedantically correct everyone by the name of Brian in any way you possibly can. Nothing is too pedantic.
1. Wow, the hospital is full to bursting. Maybe I should volunteer to help out the clinic later. This isn't connected, is it? None of the other patients are showing the same sort of symptoms as the paramedic, are they? That would seriously suck.
2. Wait, what? Guys with guns are in Pathology? How did they get in here? And why are they taking everything connected with the Murchin case? That is seriously unhelpful. What's their authority?
I mean, obviously they have guns, so we're not in the best position to deny them anything, but are they army? Criminals? Paramilitary? Is there any way to even tell if they're all bundled up in intimidating CBRN gear?
3. Fuck, this is scary. Maybe i've seen too many movies but this looks like some real black-ops stuff. But surely even those men have to listen to reason? This is a hospital. We save lives here! And there's a man dying upstairs who needs us.
>>1291 >>1347"D-do you have to take everything? A man's li-
"I-I-I mean people's lives could be in danger, and we'd need those notes to save them! I know you probably think you need them all for whoever sent you, but we can co-operate! J-just give us a few minutes to make copies. N-nobody needs to die. Please don't kill anyone."
… where did that last part come from? These men wouldn't shoot medical staff just for trying to reason with them.
Would they?
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04eaa6 No.1349
>>1348"Orders Ma'am, unless you have Authority over the actions of the Whiteville Garrison, I politely ask that you please vacate the area so that we may take this body and the related files back to base."
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04eaa6 No.1350
| Rolled 86, 89, 24 = 199 (3d100) |
>>1334Name: Jared Bastion
Fluff: His love for machines and flight is what got him into the the seat of a Chopper. Once he was in it he knew this was where he belonged. Often found conversing with the numerous techs and engineers on the base, assisting with repairs and maintenance work.
Inventory:
+ [Military Fatigues]
+ [9mm Handgun] (15)
+ [Pilot Helmet]
Skills:
+ [Shooting - Basic]
+ [Piloting - Professional]
Bonuses:
+ [Military Man] You're with the fokin' military. That's a bonus right there innit?
"The fuck are we going to do at the eastern tunnel, And what's with Smith being deployed. "
1.Grab a better weapon. This situation freaks me out and I'm not about to go unprepared.
2. Call John carter, the pilot for 7news, and ask if hes got any info about the easter tunnel.
3.Start assisting the others with the ammunition.
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04eaa6 No.1354
>>1340You tell the shopkeeper to shop and he seems everything but amused. You'd assume he is mad at you, but he just gives you that suspicious look and keeps his hands beneath the table. Probably had his hands on a gun or something. Not that guns were strictly speaking legal which would in turn make you question why he had one, but it could just be a baseball bat as well. No way for you to tell.
The door swung open and a bunch of young Asian guys with pimped out hair and leather jackets stepped inside. The largest one who was still about half a head smaller than you approached the store owner, "Werr, werr. Rook whom have we here.", he said, not taking off his shades even though he was inside.
"What do you want, Tao!", the old storekeeper said calm as a mountain river on a spring morning, "Your time as grand clerk of this shop is over Rao!", the young one said, jumping onto the table.
"I have been chosen as new grand master of this shift!", Lao winced noticably, "Grand Master? But you are far too young!". "That is not for you to decide Rao!", he laughed in a superior manner, "I wirr not be dishonored like this!", Lao said in an angry voice and cast away his apron. "Werr then, fight me ord man!".
With a swift backhand blow Lao swept the young man off his feet and he fell onto his back, quickly rolling away to dodge Lao's fist which swept the register over the counter and crashing onto the ground. The battle continued, lots of stuff being thrown through the store once or twice it looked like Tao was gaining the upper hand but Lao always came back stronger. In the end Lao landed an incredible set of punches, knocking out Tao and tossing him out of this store. "And don't come back Tao!", he yelled behind him.
You had only been watching the entire time and now approached the storekeeper, "What is happening?", the storekeeper who was cleaning his hands with a towel raised his eyebrows, "Werr you see, Tao..", you interrupted him, "No, no. I meant what is going on in this town. Everyone seems so strange recently. Like they're on drugs or something.".
For a moment Lao stopped, "Oh.", he looked outside through his store window and onto the almost empty streets, "Werr I berieve it has to do with that frue that has been going around. My store has great things against frue, you just see. Lots of ancient Asian recipies.".
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04eaa6 No.1355
>>1354>>1341You start heading back to the precinct. On the way you look out onto the streets. They are empty as you have rarely seen them. It isn't even that late yet. In the distance you see a police car passing by. Where was that headed. Had the blue lights on and everything. You turned on your radio but the scanner was silent, perhaps just some guy abusing the siren to pass a red light. An ambulance was right behind it. Now was that a coincidence? But your scanner remained silent. Nothing on the radio. Seemed like everything was fine or at elast it did not concern you. The face of the man still haunted you. Grasping your arm, his eyes filled to the brim with fear and tears. You didn't know if he would survive the night, but from everything you had seen in movies you seriously doubted it.
Then again humans were able to survive incredible things. But who knew. Anything was possible. You passed a homeless guy sitting with his back to the brick wall of a convenience store. It was already late and you should probably have taken him in. But you decide not to. He'd do just fine. If he wasn't in a homeless shelter by now he probably didn't want to go anyway.
You took a right turn, in the corner of your eye you could see a man and a woman arguing loudly. It was mostly the woman arguing, but you didn't have time for this. People needed to solve their own problems and you couldn't call the police for every little love dispute you had. Still you considered yourself among the better policemen if it ever came to that. Mediating that was. Of course you were no hostage negotiator but people liked you. You thought back to the woman who had half her head caved in. They liked you but did they need you? Did you really help them?
You pulled up to your house, still in your police uniform and police car. You should have returned it to your precinct but aparently you had forgotten all about it, just lost in your thoughts.
As you stepped from the car after what you believed to be probably one of the most unpleasent days in your life you look over to your neighbor. David, one of your neighbor's sons was standing at the window of their house and staring over to you. Waving you forced a smile onto your face, but he didn't really seem to react. Just kept staring at you. Rude boy. Dragging yourself into the house you closed the door behind you and fell onto your bed. Forgot the sandwhiches in the car. You sighed. Probably should take a shower first.
You got up from your bed and were about to step into the shower when you heard a yell over from the Davidson's house. A yell, no that wasn't the right word. More like a cry? It sounded hurt. If anyone got hurt the Davidson's would certainly take care of it. Then again this didn't sound like the type of scream you just shook off and forgot about. Nothing followed. You lied there in waiting, looking at your ceiling. Minutes passed. No sirens. No ambulance or police. Perhaps they had handled it? Either way you should probably still get the sandwhiches from the car.
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04eaa6 No.1356
>>1355>>1342Control is key. You walk over to her, the moment you start moving she keeps crawling backwards. One of her legs is dragging like it had been broken. Her voice raised to shrieking, you still couldn't make out a word of what she was saying as you rumbled on, but she in turn did not seem to understand a word of it. You closed in on her. She had to leave, this was not up for debate and this was not up to her. This was your place and she was ruining it. As you tried to grab her she swung the knife at you, you barely avoided having your eyes carved as you pulled your head back but in turn received a cut on your chin. You didn't even feel it.
Forcefully you launched forward, pressing her arms towards her body. Tears were streaming down her face, she was sobbing uncontrollably. Shaking her head and repeating the same phrase over and over again she turned the knife in her hands away from you and towards herself. You could barely make out her eyes beneath all the tears. In a last desperate attempt she addressed you. But you didn't know what she wanted. You didn't understand what she said.
Apparently this was too much for the young woman as she thrusted her hands backwards, the blade sliding inside her stomach. She cried out loudly in pain, it seemed like she had assumed she would die, but now all that changed was that she was trapped with even more agonizing pain. You were unsure what to do, but she stabbed herself again and again, floods up blood streaming from her always widening stomach wounds. Vomiting she finally slumped down releasing a long last sigh. So that was it. Death. You couldn't say you felt anything. A folded piece of paper sticking out of her chest pocket got your attention, you grabbed it with unsure fingers, pulled it out and unfolded it. There was some writing on the back, but you didn't recognize the letters.
You turned the piece around and it revealed a photograph of you and the young woman. In the picture she was still younger, barely a woman at all. You were standing in front of your apartment entrance, next to her stood a large suitcase with a large red bow on it. You tossed the picture aside. That woman ruined everything. People probably heard her. You had to go. Near the entrance you saw a suitcase, it had a lot of stickers on it, some tower, a waterfall, a bunch of flags. Looked like it was packed and ready to go. You could take it and just leave. But the smell of blood was distracting you. You were starting to get hungry again.
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04eaa6 No.1357
>>1343
You tear the life support cables from your veins and jump out of your bed. You are still feeling a little shakey on your legs as you stumble out into the corridor. The black nurse from earlier looked at you, unpleasently surprised no doubt, "Hey! What are you doing here? Get back into your bed!", but you didn't want to go back though, turned around in your heel and started sprinting into the opposite direction as fast as you could. The sound of your naked feet clapping on the floor was like a thin red like in all of the surrounding sounds. Ahead of you was a set of doors, you pushed right through only to discover that you were running right at a group of men in military fatigue colored hazmat suits.
"Stop!", the closest of them yelled at you, it was still at least fifteen meters but you were uncertain if you could even slow down as you felt something in your chest tear. You tried to take a step and slow down, but it was already too late. The gunshot ruptured the background noises that were muffled whispering and the clicking of keyboards, people everywhere dropped to the floor, pressing their hands onto their ears. Angry and afraid gazes searching for the source of the sound. Not you. The bullet struck your forehead and like an iron tipped worm it buried itself through your head, exiting the back in a hail of splinters and brain tissue as your legs disobeyed your commands and you fell to the floor. Your face hit the floor with a sickening clap.
Utter silence. Somewhere a radio started playing Bob Marley's "Don't worry be happy."
You are dead.
Subject: Vem, "SueLord" Jacklyn
Status: KIA
Cause of Death: 5.56mm Round, irrepairable damage to frontal, parietal and occipital lobe.
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04eaa6 No.1358
>>1357>>1344You check through the house and find that the wood seems a little more rotten than you suspected though it should pose no problem for the next few years, unless you were to get some problems with monsoon like rain. There was also this one little green light which you have no idea what it indicates but to backtrace it you'd have to actually tear the wiring out of the wall and follow it, a certainly time consuming and unnecessary task for what you suspect to be a completely irrelevant and unimportant little thing.
You should probably get in touch with your banker right away and make sure he sold off some of your stocks so you could get some liquid assets to in turn get someone to get you a solar panel on the roof and power the bunker. Sure you'd still have to link it with the Bunker's independent power grid, but you were confident that it would work just fine. Unfortunately you cannot get your banker on the phone, or any of the solar engineering companies. Not even a handyman seems to be responding for your calls. Now that was some shit.
Better check your finances online. Well. That was kind of shit. It looked like your bank had indeed declared bankrupcy only a few hours ago. They weren't going to hand out any money until they had reached a deal with the government. You were certain this was unconstitutional, criminal and in very bad taste, but it seemed that there was nothing you could do. With a bit of luck though the banks would get a large government care package and they would pay you back when they had the money. Life really wasn't fair.
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04eaa6 No.1359
>>1358>>1345You go grab yourself a coffee from the coffee machine. Tiffany is still standing around in nothing more but her pants and her bra, but she doesn't seem to mind as you try to keep it in your pants. You walk back to your station and turn your speaker back on, you had been gone for at least an hour now and people were probably wondering what you had been up to. "Hey! Hey! Hey! Here's Grandmaster Bob back at the Radio Tower! Don't be worried about me, I am doing just fine. Tell me what's on your mind and what you'd like to hear, because tonight is going to be our night. Just you and me baby.".
You got in your first call, "Yeah this is Larry. I'm down at the Whiteville Hospital and this place is crowded. Some jackass homeless guy on drugs or something tried to take a bite out of me. Anyway I'm feeling blue so if you could-", suddenly there was a loud BANG and the connection broke off. You nervously laughed it off, "Sounds like Larry dropped his phone there! Well don't worry Larry and be happy instead!".
After starting up the song you went over to Tiffany, "Hey did you install that security camera over the entrance?", you asked her. She looked at you with a confused face, "Do I look like an engineer to you Bob?", she asked you in a passive aggressive tone, "I'm not going to kill myself so you can look at the tits of every woman walking through that door.", she turned away from you, "Perv.". Right, installing a security camera took a certain degree of technological savyness, as well as an actual security camera. Sure it didn't have to be a security camera specifically, a webcam would probably do the trick. Now if only you had either of those. You should probably head down to the store and get one. It was already pretty late so you weren't sure if any of the stores were still open.
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04eaa6 No.1360
>>1359>>1347"W-what about the guy in quarantine? He will die if you take Dr. Miller now!", you look at the second person in the Hazmat suit, a young woman. The other Doctor turned around to her and you could only assume what kind of look he was giving her. The guy in quarantine? That sounded like another thing you had to secure. You had to secure quite rapidly in fact. You ordered two of your men to bring Dr. Miller and all the files back to the Humvee, from here on out it would be a swift bit of work and with six more soldiers you would have no problems. Quickly you proceeded upstairs ignoring any pleas the other person in the Hazmat suit threw at you. Orders were orders. Quickly proceeding upwards to the Quarantine zone you made your way through the incredibly crowded hospital, trying to radio in to HQ.
At first you received partial replies of people unaware of Major Banks location, but the more you tried the worse the connection got until it finally completely succumbed to what you hoped to be the hospital's structure. It probably wasn't in fact you were quite sure of it, but you were trying to be optimistic here. You had almost reached the quarantine zone when it happened. Yells and the tapping sound of bare feet on the hospital floor emerged over the busy talking and clicking sound of keyboards, you looked to the left, one of your men raising his gun in preparation. More tapping, more yells, the doors flew open and on the other end of the corridor a girl in patient clothes emerged, sprinting towards you. Her face looked sickly and she had a large bandage covering most of her upper body.
"Stop!", your man yelled, his gun was at the ready. But she didn't stop. She just kept going. You couldn't tell what it was you were seeing in your eyes. She just kept going. That was an odd step. Was she trying to slow do- the sound of the shot was deafening in such close quarters as your soldier fired his weapon from such close proximity.
The bullet entered through her forehead and brains and blood were splattered all around her as the body fell to the floor lifeless and her face hit the floor with a sickening clap. Everything was silent. All work and talk had immediately seized and the people were watching in awe and terror at the scenery that just unfolded. Some radio started playing Bob Marley's "Don't worry be happy.". You grinded your teeth.
You'd have to talk about this. Later. You were running out of time HQ wasn't responding and you had the increasing feeling that there was a shitstorm just about to happen. You pushed on. Some fleeing in panic others watching in awe as doctors rushed to try and save the girl, but a look at the back of her head revealed that everything was too late. The Quarantine you had to get to it. Find the guy. You pushed through a few more doors, people ducked and cursed, cried and whimmered as you passed by and finally reached the room with the glass walls marked by the obvious biohazard sign. You couldn't look inside, the glass was steamed up. You picked two of your men, making sure you left out the one who shot the girl and ordered them to go through the decontamination first.
They passed through and went inside beyond your reach and ability to see. From the other side you could hear their dampened voices, "What the-".
The small explosion occured within the quarantine room. All glass immediatley cracking as blood splatters splashed against them. Luckily it was security glass, you were certain otherwise it would have- steaming the glass began to evaporate under the blood and the more it did so the clearer you could hear the screams of agony coming from inside the room.
You could look inside now, two of your men were standing in front of a bed that was quickly evaporating, not a trace of the patient. One of your men was kneeling on the ground screaming in agony, the other covered in blisters, you could see that the front of his CBRN gear had been burnt away and his skin was covered in blisters, "Help me!", he screamed in what you were certain was agonizing pain, his leg lost halt as the blisters continued to spread, "Oh god help me!", he was crying blood.
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04eaa6 No.1361
>>1360>>1348"W-what about the guy in quarantine? He will die if you take Dr. Miller now!", you blurt out in desperation. Maybe you shouldn't have said that but you apparently caught their leader's attention. Miller turned around to you and probably gave you the most hateful look you had received in your entire life.
The men grabbed Miller and pushed him out, you pleaded for them to leave him be but they wouldn't listen to you. You had to get to the guy in quarantine, but what if you did? These people were on their way there and if you were to get in their way who knew what would happen to you? Even if you were to reach him before they did, what would you do? Take him out of quarantine? Impossible. But what would they do to him? If they tried to move him out through the hospital hundreds could be infected. No, there had to be a better way.
What could you do? There was nothing. You'd have to stand by and watch, hope they would not be as stupid as you think they were. You wanted to bite your finger in desperation only to realize that you were indeed still wearing your hazmat suit. At least you wouldn't be infected as long as you kept this on.
Upstairs you heard a loud bang followed by silence. A gunshot? Hectic and panic followed as voices and screams picked up, what had these idiots done? While you had been pondering they had already made their way through the hospital but they could impossibly be at the quarantine section already. But what if they were? What if they had just shot the patient. No. They wouldn't do that. Impossible. Would they?
Behind you something in the freezers began to rumble.
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04eaa6 No.1362
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>>1361>>1350You quickly grab an M16 from one of the ammo crates. At least you wouldn't go unprepared like that. Nobody seemed to mind you taking it anyway. For now you were part of the infantry from the looks of it. People were hectically scurrying across base, bagging anything they could carry. Near the gate you could already see some vehicles move out. These guys had been fast. You needed a report on what was happening. What were you supposed to do and why did it have to be this fast?
You called up Carter the News Pilot. It rang a few times before he picked up. "This is Carter?", "Hey Carter this is Jared Bastion, you got any news on the Eastern Tunnel?", "No we don't why should we?", for a moment you went silent. Yeah, why should they? Had you just blurted out secret informations concerning a military operation to a member of the press? This could get you court martialed, if you were lucky you'd get off with dishonorable discharge and not be sent to rot in prison for the rest of your life.
"Uh no real reason.", you smoothed over the topic like a pro, it actually seemed like Carter was showing no further interest, "So anyway what's new in Whiteville?", "Do you not watch the news?", Carter asked seriously surprised, "In the last two days violent crime skyrocketed by more than five hundred percent, the hospital is filled to the brink with victims, that and the flu going around really make for a nasty combination. Not before long and the entire town will be sneezing and coughing their asses off.".
Your phone slowly raised itself away from your ear, moved in front of your eyes from where it dropped onto the ground. Lieutenant Monroe was giving you a seriously pissed off look. "The ammo trucks are loaded up. If I see you act like this in an emergency situation again I will take care of your ass myself.", he said stomping off. You quickly followed him to one of the trucks and got into the back with the other guys.
After a few minutes of overheard the driver ask Monroe, "This end or the other?", a moment of silence, Monroe was probably thinking about a strategy or something, "This end. We will establish a fallback position deeper inside and a buffer somewhat ahead.". What were they on about? A fallback position? Sounded like they were expecting combat of some kind. Were they fighting some sort of super criminals? That would explain why the army had been called in to deal with it.
Night was already upon you when you arrived at the eastern tunnel. "Set up a roadblock.", the Lieutenant commanded, "Nobody gets through. Anybody tries their luck. You give them a warning shot. They don't turn away? Shoot to kill.".
>Items:+ [M16] (20)
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04eaa6 No.1363
>>1197>Name: Tyrone>Fluff: He likes to go after white wimin>Health: [Healthy] - Obsessed with muhdicking>Inventory: [Leave this clear]>Skills: [Leave this clear]>Bonuses: [Leave this clear] Disclaimer: this post and the subject matter and contents thereof - text, media, or otherwise - do not necessarily reflect the views of the 8kun administration.
04eaa6 No.1364
| Rolled 28, 47, 17 = 92 (3d100) |
>>1358Name: Linus Verimont
Fluff: Linus's father was a paranoid man. He belied that the world would end in a massive riot and anarchy. As such he made sure his home was ready to massive assault and long periods of bandit sieges. It did not help that Linus's father was a very successful accountant so he had enough money to really turn his home into a hidden fort. The cops had to check in every now and again to make sure the hydroponics where not being used to grow weed.
Besides the rampant paranoia of the end of civilization in rampant anarchy and his father's teaching of how to survive in the event, as well as the psychological effects of that, not much else was abnormal. Linus grew up and became a civil engineer due to his love of his father's old house. A week ago his father passed away and he inherited the mansion/fortress/apoc bunker or as Linus calls it 'The Base' and plans on expanding it when he gets the money. Thankfully it seems dad kept everything in stock.
Health: [Healthy] - List all your ailments here
Inventory: + [Hardhat]
+ [Bunker Key]
Skills: + [Architectural Engineering - Professional]
Bunker:
+ [Energy - Est. 2 Weeks]
+ [Food - Est. 2 Weeks]
+ [Sleeping Space - 1]
Bonuses: + [Soft] You are soft both in heart and resolve, you don't fair as well in personal combat or turning down people in need but children like you.
+ [Bunker] You have a safe home. Expect people to want to take it from you.
1&2. Another thing I could do is see if there is some sort of trigger for the light. Maybe it has something to do with the doors or something. Best to find that out, I really wouldn't put it past dad to rig the place to blow.
3. After that see if I can find out what is going on outside. The bank I get but the handy man? Something has to be going on. Oh god I'm turning into dad.
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04eaa6 No.1365
| Rolled 20, 14, 10 = 44 (3d100) |
>>1354>Name: Bobby Vermont>Fluff: I'm Bobby Vermont I was a Cook at a failing bar in Whiteville. I've made a few dollars for sometimes illegal shit. Maybe too much illegal shit. Anyway now a army of druggies has overtaken the streets, I have to pay the mob, & the army is looking for me I'm in deep shit I knew I shouldn't cook that shit >Health: [Healthy] - List all your ailments here>Inventory: [Chef Hat] [Cleaver] [Assortment of Cooking Knives] [Bobby's Great Cookbook]>Skills: [Cooking - Professional] [Cooking (Other) - Advanced]>Bonuses: [Oh Bobby!] The Cops would like a word with you, the mob just wants your head.1-2 Ask the shopkeep for a job for cooking those recipes
3.Look for others that the Shopkeep didn't beat up
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04eaa6 No.1366
| Rolled 79, 56, 99 = 234 (3d100) |
>>1333Name: Thompson.
Fluff: A hard working salary man. He has worked 9-5 for the majority of his adult life without complaints. He doesnt seem to have any friends or hobbies, and nobody even knows what his first name is. The model of hardworking excellence, or average mediocrity, depending on your point of view.
Zombie Fluff: He is even more persistent and difficult to discourage than the common zombie.
Health: [Healthy]
Mutations: [Don't fill this out yet]
Pack: [Fancy Suit] [80$]
Bonuses: [Persistence is a Virtue]
1: This woman really was more trouble than she was worth. Though this result was less than ideal, nothing good can ever come of associating with people, especially hysterical woman. Another lesson to keep in mind for the future.
2: Though there is certainly a need to rush, there are procedures for these things. It will take too much time to search through the suitcase and make sure everything I will need is there. Best to grab a few choice items- My wallet and passport, a new suit, some additional cash.
3: Get out. As nonchalantly as possible. This problem is not my own, even if it happened so close to me. Take the suitcase, leave, and lock the door behind me. I may have to look into some sort of disguise at some point, but I should have a few days before that is a problem.
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04eaa6 No.1367
| Rolled 71, 75, 96 = 242 (3d100) |
>>1355Name: Zach Similis
Fluff: A Police officer, that one cop who's always ready to help out and lend a hand. That one guy who's always got a smile and ready to help Out no matter what happens. Zach is an all around nice guy who became a beat cop to help people out.
Health: [Healthy] - List all your ailments here
Inventory:
+ [Police Uniform]
+ [9mm - Handgun] (15)
+ [Police Batton]
+ [Handcuffs]
+ [50 $]
+ 4 [Guilliano Sandwich]
+ 4 [CocaSoda™]
Skills:
+ [Shooting - Professional]
+ [Speech - Basic]
Bonus:
+ [Protect and Serve] Whiteville isn't that big and you're reknown as friendly neighborhood cop. While people are more likely to trust you people who think they are though are less likely to respect you.
1. Get those sandwiches, Keep your gear with you.
2. You know what? Something is wrong Check the radio makes sure it's working.
3.go check on that scream, gun drawn.
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04eaa6 No.1369
| Rolled 99, 63, 70 = 232 (3d100) |
>>1359Name: Grandmaster Bob of The RadioTower
Fluff: Bob runs the local Radio Station and performs all sorts of radio plays, where he and guest performers wear armor fight and recite lines supported by charitable donations. Needless to say the RadioTower is his castle.
Health: [Healthy]
Inventory:
[Light Metal Armor]
[60 $]
[Supply Crate]
Skills:
[Speech - Professional]
Bonus:
[The Voice] When heard on radio you carry an incredible charisma, able to sway people and convince them of a lot of things, however in person your Speech skill takes a severe penalty, because of your social awkwardness
Companions:
+ [Tiffany]
+ [Big Dog Enkidu]
123 Maybe it was about time to start getting digital, but for that I would need money wouldn't I? Enough for a computer, webcam and services would take nothing short of one of those charity balls but with my voice I think I might be able to bring in a few donations. "Howdy folks, its a material world out there and theres a material girl out there somewhere that could donate a few bucks to this station that has been lucky enough to survive on donations since its conception. The Lawd looks to you my flock, to support your shepard Grandmaster Bob."
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04eaa6 No.1370
| Rolled 35, 33, 44 = 112 (3d100) |
>>1360Name: Brandt Smith
Fluff: Brandt was on the up and up, freshly out of West Point, taking his first command of a new batch of fresh recruits in a military base in
Whiteville. Everything was going great for Brandt; just as it always has, and just as it always will….
…right?
Health: [Healthy] - List all your ailments here
Inventory: + [M16] (20)
+ [Bayonet]
+ [Combat Fatigues]
+ [Bulletproof Vest (Lvl. 4)]
+ [Mr. Murchin Files]
+ [Mr. Murchin (Double Bagged)]
Skills:
+ [Shooting - Professional]
Bonuses:
+ [Military Man] You're with the military. That's a bonus right there.
Unit:
+ 10 [Soldiers] - M16
+ 2 [Humvees] - MG
1/2/3.) "ALRIGHT, WE ARE GETTING THE FUCK OUTTA HERE, YOU TWO, HELP THESE GUYS TO THE HUMVEE, BUT DON'T TOUCH ANY OF THAT BLOOD, IT'LL MELT STRAIGHT THROUGH THIS GEAR, WE ARE GOING BACK TO BASE,TELL THEM WE HAVE TWO CASUALTIES, POSSIBLE CONTAMINATION, AND RADIO TO THE TWO FUCKS DOWNSTAIRS TO GET THE EXTRACT VEHICLES READY. THE SHITLINER IS COMING INTO PORT, AND I'LL BE DAMNED IF I'M THE ONE THAT HAS TO TIE HER UP."
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04eaa6 No.1374
| Rolled 99, 8, 11 = 118 (3d100) |
>>1362Name: Jared Bastion
Fluff: His love for machines and flight is what got him into the the seat of a Chopper. Once he was in it he knew this was where he belonged. Often found conversing with the numerous techs and engineers on the base, assisting with repairs and maintenance work.
Inventory:
+ [Military Fatigues]
+ [M16] (20)
+ [9mm Handgun] (15)
+ [Pilot Helmet]
Skills:
+ [Shooting - Basic]
+ [Piloting - Professional]
Bonuses:
+ [Military Man] You're with the fokin' military. That's a bonus right there innit?
"violent crime skyrocketed by more than five hundred percent" the words echoed in his head. "Could this be some kind of revolt. We've got enough fire power to take out a town and then some. Best take this serious"
1.Set up the spotlights and sand bags with the aid of some the infantry.
2. Setup the .50 caliber automatic we took with us. Move it into position.
3.Take position at the .50 cal but get one of the more experienced infantry men to handle it, while I can scan the area with a pair of binoculars swiped from the back of a Humvee .
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04eaa6 No.1375
| Rolled 50, 2, 78 = 130 (3d100) |
>>1361Name: Rachael Banks
Fluff: Rachael is in her very last term of medical school. Not quite at the top of her class because that asshole Brian keeps just edging her out on test scores, she's had a thirst to prove herself one of the best medical professionals in the country ever since her mother died from complications in what should have been a routine procedure. No little kids are going to lose a parent on her watch!
Health: [Healthy]
Inventory:
+ [Doctor's Overall]
+ [Basic Medical Equipment]
+ [Miller's Notes]
+ [Big Book of Epidemiology]
+ 1 [Box of Gloves]
+ 1 [Box of Disinfectant]
+ [Mom's Scarf]
+ [30 $]
Skills:
+ [General Medicine - Professional]
+ [Epidemiology - Basic]
Bonus:
+ [Fuck Brian] You gain a bonus when applying your medical skill while someone by the name of "Brian" is within viewing or hearing distance. Extra bonus if he is the one true Brian. However you also have to pedantically correct everyone by the name of Brian in any way you possibly can. Nothing is too pedantic.
1. Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god.
Armed men just abducted Doctor Miller, and then there was a gunshot. Surely they can't have shot him. What if they come back? Is there anything heavy to hand in here? I might need to defend myself.
2. They might also come back if they think of the hospital database. I don't know how much of the case notes might have been transferred onto the system so far, but if there's a computer nearby it'd be worth checking, and hope to god there was someone on the team who was diligent about data entry.
Maybe I can still save a backup copy to take with me.
3. And once that's in motion… maybe I can investigate the rumbling from the freezers. Did those armed thugs trap somebody in there?
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04eaa6 No.1377
>>1197Name: Franklin Williams
Fluff: While homeless, Franklin knows the city andall its secrets like the back of his hand, he lives in the sewer and uses a network of tunnels to get around unseen. He can get from one side of the city to the other without being seen by human or camera with ease.
Health: [Healthy] - List all your ailments here
Inventory:
Skills:
Bonuses:
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04eaa6 No.1391
| Rolled 91 (1d100) |
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04eaa6 No.1394
>>1364You continue to spend your time ripping cables out of the wall ruining much of the old charm the house used to have. Now you have a dirty carpet and are none the wiser. The cable heads down into the earth. You could just try to dig it out, but you'd need a shovel for that, probably more of a pickaxe judging from the ground. You could also cut the wire though you suspected that it would achieve nothing more than turning of the light and making you loose your only indicator for whatever it was.
Perhaps you were really turning into your father. You threw a look out the window, of course it was already late, perhaps the handyman just called it a day a little earlier than usual. The streets were rather empty as well, perhaps you had missed some kind of event somewhere? Could be that the new football season already started. In front of your house a car passed by, you couldn't see the driver, but he was sticking to the speed limit so that wasn't really unusual.
Everything indicated that this was just a silent night like any other. You didn't know what had given you this feeling of impending doom, but whatever it was, it was gone now. You put on your jacket and stepped outside into the cool night. The stars were clear and you could hear the crickets chirping. Out for a stroll this late, your father would have turned in his grave if he knew. Perhaps you should head back inside, or perhaps you should go someplace. He wasn't around to regulate your life anymore and it was all up to you now.
>>1365"You know if you needed someone to work on that I could help out, I'm a cook you know.", Lao looked at you and laughed a hearty Asian laugh, "You? Cooking ancient Asian recipie? Hah! That is rearry funny! I might just have to ragh!". The old shopkeeper finished cleaning his hands and tossed the towel onto the register that was still lying on the ground. Coins were spread across the floor and all in all the store looked more like the scene of a recent fight than a store. Of course that was exactly what it was, but for some reason you felt like it had been important to point that out.
"If you rearry want a job you can crean up the store! I pay you for hard work! Yes yes! No sracking off!", it wasn't like you were racist or anything but Lao as a boss would probably give you a damn hard time and you knew it. Then again you needed the money, but you somehow had the feeling that the pay for this hard work would be nowhere near the debt you still had to settle with the mob.
Perhaps you could have a chat with the other guys that came in with Tao? But no such luck. They had left the store as quickly as they could, loosing odd Asian accessories on their way. Now that their leader had taken such a severe beating it seemed like they had lost all hopes of a victory and just wanted to get out of Lao's reach, who personally didn't really seem to care for them.
As you pondered taking up Lao's job offer you noticed a bit of movement in the corner of your eye. As you looked through the window you saw one of the Asian's lying on the ground, a guy was sitting on top of him. It looked like he was giving him CPR but you couldn't really tell from the distance. What the hell happened and why did the other guys just leave him behind?
Investigate or earn money, perhaps even both, the choice was yours.
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04eaa6 No.1395
>>1394>>1366What you find inside the suitcase is far from your wallet and your passport. They are both hers or at least you suspect so from the picture on it. You couldn't read the signs they were just swimming away from you. Maybe you needed glasses or something? You continued to scavenge through the thing. Lots of clothing, a box full of more pictures, some of you, some of her, some of you and her together. A picture of a funeral. Another picture of a woman who bore an uncanny resemblance to the young woman who had just commited suicide in your living room.
Blood from your face dripped down onto it and you put it back into the box, continuing to scavenge through. More clothing, mostly underwear, socks, some pants, you were almost certain these were all too small for you. A bunch of stickers from far away countries. Foreign sweets.
This thing was stuffed but this was hardly what you needed.
You tore the stuff out and put your own inside. You didn't really pay attention. During all of this you remained incredibly calm. In the back of your mind you knew you should be panicking but for one reason or another you just didn't. Couldn't even. Perhaps you were a psychopath all your life. Always understood emotions but never really felt them yourself, though you were certain you had them. Used to have them. In retrospect you weren't that certain. You closed up the newly stuffed suitcase and took a last look at your living room. The entire place was trashed, bloody handmarks were everywhere, broken glass and turned over furniture, not to forget the body of a young woman almost a girl. With a shrug you turned around and opened your door stepping out into the staircase. An elderly woman was standing in the doorway only two meters away from you. You didn't understand what she was saying but the tone of her voice resembled that of the young woman earlier. You could only see her face hiding behind the door.
With two fast steps you were there, forcing the door open with one hand, grabbing her with the other. You pulled her close and sank your teeth into her throat, tearing it out. She fell backwards, blood flooding from the wound, as she hit the ground you were certain she was dead. For a second you thought about spitting out, but after chewing it for a second you decided to swallow it instead. The sensation was overwhelming and you had trouble to stay on your feet. This taste, it was sweet, bitter, salty. It was everything at once, yet somehow it managed to stay in perfect balance, perfect harmony. It was the most delicious thing you had ever tasted in your life. Why didn't more people eat this? It was the best.
For a moment you stopped. You wanted to be shocked and surprised at your actions, but somehow you could not. This was way too good to pass up on. This was what life was supposed to be all about. You carried your suitcase down the stairs and stepped out into the cold night, blood dripping from your face. You wanted more, but you had no idea when the cops would arrive. An odd feeling overcame you. Like a signal, a beacon. You turned your head. You didn't know where. It was calling you. Somehow it drew you in. What was that strange feeling? Like a bird that was driven south you had to force yourself to turn your head away. Who knew what lurked at the end of the road. Was it worth finding out?
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04eaa6 No.1396
>>1395>>1367With a deep sigh you got up. Might as well get the sandwhiches now better than later right? You slowly trotted to your door, opening with a frown on your face you stepped out into the cold night. Nobody had come to check on the Davidsons. Nobody had called anyone. Perhaps they had and everything was alright. You adjusted the radio you had on yourself. No sound. This was unusually silent by any standards, usually at this point of the night dispatch would start talking about her guy problems with Monroe, one of the few female officers that actually worked the night shift.
You hit it once, then twice. Still nothing. Perhaps the battery was dead? You opened your car door and sat down in the driver's seat. For a moment you looked at all the buttons. Had you accidentally turned off your car radio as well? With a few savy hand movements you restarted the radio and were greeted by a flood of voices.
You had rarely experienced something like this, "Gunshots fired at the Hospital. We need some officers to check it out, the Response Team is already gearing up.", "10-4 dispatch I'm checking it out.", you heard Monroe's voice over the radio. But it didn't stop there. An endless chatter of assault reports continued to flood in, it took no logistic genius to know that the Whiteville police was overextended as it hadn't been in the last twenty years. Possibly even longer.
You looked over to the Davidsons' house. You barely noticed a suspicious splatter through one of the front windows. Somebody had called the police, but nobody was on their way. They couldn't afford to send anyone, or even worse, they had checked your car's GPS signal and believed you were already handling the situation.
Quickly you pushed the car door open and proceeded towards the house's front door. You knocked a few times, "This is the police! Open this door immediately!". You drew your gun, turning off the safety, but you were no amateur, you knew you had to keep your finger off the trigger. "This is this police, I repeat, open this door right now or we will use force!", no answer.
You took a step back and kicked the door in. You had no breaching shotgun. No lockpicking skills. Didn't shoot the lock or anything else. But somehow as if through a miracle you actually managed to kick the heavy front door out of it's angles. As you entered you were greeted by a bloodied front corridor. Three bodies were lying inside of it. Davidson's wife and his two sons. heads bashed in. Not more than mush. You would probably have puked but kept it together. This was an all too familiar sight.
And the end of the corridor, standing in the kitchen, you saw Davidson, he still held the hammer in his bear like hand. The hammer looked like a toy in comparison, but he just looked at you with sorrowful eyes, his clothing was drenched with blood.
"Drop the hammer, now!", you yelled at him, keeping your finger off the trigger. Without as much as a whim of resistance he let the hammer slip through his fingers, "I didn't want to do it.", he said silently as if he was speaking in a trance, "They just.. they just came at me. I told them to stop, but they just.. they just..". He couldn't finish the sentence.
You were uncertain how to proceed, approaching Davidson could be dangerous, if you were to get within his arms reach who knew what he could do to you, you were certain you wouldn't win if it came to a fight man on man. But he didn't seem aggressive. Certainly he would obey if you told him to get on the ground.
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04eaa6 No.1397
>>1396>>1369A knock this late? You were uncertain why you would even bother opening for someone. But oh well, you did still have to open the door to tell someone to get lost! Without a bad thought on your mind you proceeded down the stairs and towards the entrance. All in all the day had been rather productive, meeting with Mrs. Holiday and then seeing Tiffany like that. Still dwelling in fond memories you opened the door and your heartbeat stopped. What the hell was that? A man sized maggot was standing in front of you, some odd liquid, hopefully saliva possibly something else dripping down.
Without saying a word or moving anything but your hand you closed the door, turned around and walked back into the main hall. That did not just happen. Behind you the sound of breakin wood appeared as the maggot broke through in a hail of splinters. A good dog like she was Enkidu launched right at it, but in horror you watched as the maggot simply swallowed her whole.
You tried to quickly run up the stairs but you were too slow, the maggot was almost behind you. Down from the hall a bright shrieking emerged, Tiffany, still only in bra and pants had spotted the huge maggot, "What the fuck is that?!", she yelled panicking, enough to distract the maggot and give you enough time to reach your room. As you slammed the door shut the last things you heard from the outside were Tiffany's cracking bones as the maggot disassembled her body. Tears were rolling over your eyes, you knew you were next, but.. what was that sound? That buzzing sound that-
You awoke with a hard hit to the head, Tiffany was standing behind you, "There's a man at the door. He's been ringing his ass off so you better go see what he wants.". "Why don't you-", "Because you felt the need to gift my shirt to Mrs. Newsstory that's why.". Fair point.
You got out of your chair and stumbled down the stairs careful not to fall down. One of your feet had fallen asleep and you only barely reached the door intact. Making sure that there was no Maggot lurking on the other side of the door you tried to look through the judas hole only to realize that this door had none.
Taking a deep breath you opened the door and looked into the beareded face of some guy you had never met before, "Hey I'm Harry from the Cookooks Computerstore, heard you were looking for some donations so I got you a laptop and a webcam from our stores. Hope you can put in a good word for us on your show.".
That you could. You thanked Harry and sent him back onto his way, nice guy, though it was odd he still did deliveries this late.
>Inventory:+ [Laptop]
+ [Webcam]
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04eaa6 No.1398
>>1397>>1370You try to report back to base but somehow your signal just won't get through. Swiftly you make your way down through the croweded hospital the two injured supported by your other men. Both hospital staff and patients quickly try to hide as far away from you as they possibly can, though given the packed nature of the hospital it is almost impossible. As you pass a group of people in hospital beds who could impossibly avoid you one of the doctors takes a stance in front of them in what you can only expect to be a feeble attempt to protect them from any bad will he assumes you may have.
You ignore the man and proceed towards the exit where the two Humvees and your other four men are already waiting.
You plant the files about Mr. Murchin in the trunk of the second car and lead the injured men to the first. They are still unable to walk on their own, one of them has lost consciousness for the third time now. Against some protest you order them to be put into the trunk. They are too weak to fight back, though you are uncertain whether they wouldn't have obyed anyway. As you close the trunk you bind the bodybags with Mr Murchin inside onto the bumper of the second car. You hear someone whisper, "He's completely lost it.", probably one of the guys that was staying with the car, the others who were with you at the quarantine station say nothing. You sit down in the back of the second car, now that you planted your own people in the trunk of the first one the Doctor can actually have his own seat and seatbelt. You know what they say. Safety goes first.
You manage to take off as the sound of police sirens emerges, you quickly order the drivers in H-1 to take a quick left turn to get out of sight. Barely avoiding being spotted by the police. The last thing you could use right now besides of all this shit was getting in a shootout with the police because of a lack of communication with command that was created by god knows what.
You had to ask yourself how legal this was anyway. You had just entered a public facility, shot a civilian, kidnapped another and taken a body all for your commanding officer in what could have probably been done way smoother and in a far more civilized manner. But time was of the essence, or at least so you had been told. "Speed it up.", you ordered H-1 over your com.
You heard the sound of heavy hits against metal. Quickly you tried to find the source but it didn't seem to be your own car. You leaned forward to get a better look through the front window. H-1 was struggling driving straight, a piece of metal fell from beneath the car. You could impossibly tell where it came from.
A metal rod that seemingly had broken off was now scratching against the pavement, sparks were flying against the bodybags though it didn't seem to do anything. The wheel on H-1's left back was wiggling uncontrollably now, "This is H-1 I'm loosing control of the vehicle, I have no idea what is happening.". From beneath the car a blistered hand emerged, clawing itself into the car's rear bumper, bending it's metal. In an act that had to require incredible strength one of your quarantined soldiers pulled himself forth from below the car and swung onto H-1's trunk.
You were speechless. The doctor was speechless. Everyone was speechless. Your gunner was uncertain what to do. You were certain he was pondering whether to shoot at his own guy, but so were you. The guy let out an angry scream, blood was running from his black eyes, deep dark veins sprawling from them and spreading across his face. That was enough for your gunner, you heard a click as the safety sprung off followed by the booming sound of the MG coming to life and pumping round after round into where your casualty should have been, however he reacted quickly, dodging with a leap to the side of your car, landing just above your right front wheel, burrying his claws into your engine hood.
H-1 struck by multiple rounds now completely lost control of the car, the back left tire jumped off. For a moment H-1 looked like it would slide forward on it's side, then it made a jump and continued to overturn multiple times, the gunner squashed between the ground and the heavy car. You drove past a compeltely demolished H-1 uncertain whether anyone had survived the crash.
Meanwhile your Casualty had grabbed a hold of the bodybags with Mr. Murchin in them. He could not have them, or at least you were very convinced of that until he squatted deeply, the hood being compressed under the massive power. As he launched his jump your Humvee's back wheels left the ground and accelerated beyond your front wheels. You could hear the gunner's helmet scratch over the asphalt as you completed an otherwise beautiful frontflip.
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04eaa6 No.1399
>>1398Just a bit too far however as the front of your humvee struck the ground, stopped appruptly it's hood folded like an accordion. Your ears were ringing and you were certain you had a concussion. The car engine was steaming. Nobody said a word. At least the Doctor seemed alright, had he not received a seating spot he would probably be dead. As through a miracle your gunner survived as well. You looked down the street where the survivors of H-1 dragged themselves and their dead comrades from the car. What the hell just happened?
>Health:+ [Concussion]
>Inventory:- [Mr Murchin (Double Bagged)]
>Unit:- 10 [Soldiers] - M16
+ 5 [Soldiers - Injured] M16
+ 1 [Soldier - Dangerously Injured]
+ 1 [Soldier - Blisters]
- 2 [Humvees] - MG
+ 1 [Humvee - Badly Damaged] - MG
>Captives:+ [Dr. Miller]
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04eaa6 No.1400
>>1399>>1374You quickly help setting up large sandbags, you lack heavy machinery to do some of the real stuff like big cement walls, but you manage to get set up quite well. As a pilot you think you would probably be better suited trying to get some order into the process than actually trying to do some of the engineering work and it turns out you were right to do so. You manage to set up the Floodlights in a pattern that will both blind people who approach, which may not be all too good for approaching cars, while allowing you to keep a good view of anyone who tries to approach the tunnel.
Some of the engineers had actually digged up tank traps and set them up. Nobody was going to drive through your barricade, though of course it could pose as some cover for potential attackers. Lieutenant Monroe approached to check out the work you had done, he seemed very pleased with what you managed to do with the place in such a short time span, dirigating the supply trucks you had loaded earlier deeper into the tunnel where they set up the fallback position and as you suspected also camp should this take longer than a day.
You looked around at the sandbags, floodlights and the tank traps and figured that this would take longer than a day no doubt. If only you had a helicopter, or any accurate report of the story, but nothing of the sorts. Just orders and setting up heavier defenses. The night was now upon you, and you had the honor of turning on the floodlights. But of course you would need some heavy guns, sandbags and tank traps alone would not deteriorate determined attackers. What if you took that .50 caliber and mounted it onto the defenses as a stationary MG, if you beltfed it you could get some devastating firepower from it.
You get some of the soldiers to help you with your plan, but it turns out that in the process of dissembling the thing you lost a number of vital springs. Now the entire thing is useless. Monroe lets out a deep sigh. You ruined some of the more vital equipment, but he will let it slide this time because you did such great work on setting up the defenses. He then took the ungunned Humvee deeper into the tunnel, leaving you behind with some of the soldiers to hold the position and wait for further orders. Time to get comfortable.
>>1377You know the sewers like the back of your hand and you smell the part. You only once ever saw another person down there and that was some Policeman saving someone's dog. Really putting effort into the whole thing that guy. Either way it's another lonely night for you, living life down in the sewers. Lots of commotion this time around. Lots of people are sick, somehow you haven't gotten sick yet, but it's more dangerous than ever to fall into the brew. Lots of violent crime too, but where you are going you don't have to worry about that.
>Inventory:+ [Ragged Clothing]
>Skills:+ [Pathfinding Sewers - Professional]
>Bonuses:+ [Like the Back of my Hand] You don't need a map or any light to navigate in the sewers, navigating buildings in complete darkness however is still a problem.
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04eaa6 No.1401
>>1400>>1375You look around for a weapon, scalpels are lying around practically everywhere since they are used to open up bodies. You also see a bonesaw that can be used for your purposes, but you seriously doubt that you could take on a unit of assault rifle armed men with just that. But hey, better safe than sorry right?
You quickly move to check the database. Make a backup of anything you could find. You searched the files. What did he call him? Mr. Murchin. Right. Anything on a Mr. Murchin, you opened the file. There he was, picture and everything, report of the files and, you sighed with relief, a full copy of all the research data. Of course it weren't Miller's personal notes but it was all the progress he had managed to write down up until this point. If he couldn't make it this far at least you would be able to continue his work in good faith. Now where was the download button.
You moved your mouse to the print button and clicked when suddenly an error message appeared. "This file does not exist.". You were put off. Of course it existed you were only just viewing it. You went back a page to Mr. Murchin's profile. Gradually all the information on him was being deleted. What the hell was happening? Fuck, fuck, fuck. You tried to work against it and print as much as you could but every time you were about to the file was removed. Getting increasingly desperate you tried to skip to the last file. But even now you were already too late.
Disappointed and beaten you slumped into the office chair staring at the computer. A red light on the webcam was blinking. You still needed to check what was up with those freezers, if the brutes from before had actually locked someone up in there you had to get them out. You quickly try to figure out which one of the freezers the shaking is coming from. After opening two wrong ones you finally manage to find the right one and pull it open. Within is a small fat man, his throat is missing and he is making a horrible screaching sound. You stumble backwards, pushing over a cart with all sorts of embalding tools while doing so. They hit the ground with loud clattering. What the hell was that?! The man's throat was missing?! You approached him to make sure you could trust your eyes. His face looked like it had been bleached, his throat really had been torn out, yet his mouth continued to move, his white, pupilless eyes were just staring blankly. Or at least you suspected they were. Then something happened. Like an injection of blood into water, a black liquid spread within his eyes, first only small bits here and there, but wherever they met they spread and continued to expand. Fascinated you watched as the veins around his eyes continued to grow stronger and his gasping stopped.
For a moment he was silent. Then his head turned towards you and he reached out to you. With a shriek you jumped backwards. Alright, this was starting to get creepy. He turned left and right, but didn't seem to manage to get out of the freezer, it was still inside for the most part. You could hear commotion upstairs.
>Inventory:+ [Scalpel]
+ [Bonesaw]
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04eaa6 No.1402
| Rolled 67, 98, 94 = 259 (3d100) |
>>1394>Name: Bobby Vermont>Fluff: I'm Bobby Vermont I was a Cook at a failing bar in Whiteville. I've made a few dollars for sometimes illegal shit. Maybe too much illegal shit. Anyway now a army of druggies has overtaken the streets, I have to pay the mob, & the army is looking for me I'm in deep shit I knew I shouldn't cook that shit >Health: [Healthy] - List all your ailments here>Inventory: [Chef Hat] [Cleaver] [Assortment of Cooking Knives] [Bobby's Great Cookbook]>Skills: [Cooking - Professional] [Cooking (Other) - Advanced]>Bonuses: [Oh Bobby!] The Cops would like a word with you, the mob just wants your head.1-2-3 Accept the work offer I'll help the shopkeep need to ask his name if it's Not Nice I'm gonna to bust a gasket
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04eaa6 No.1403
| Rolled 99, 84, 50 = 233 (3d100) |
>>1394Name: Linus Verimont
Fluff: Linus's father was a paranoid man. He belied that the world would end in a massive riot and anarchy. As such he made sure his home was ready to massive assault and long periods of bandit sieges. It did not help that Linus's father was a very successful accountant so he had enough money to really turn his home into a hidden fort. The cops had to check in every now and again to make sure the hydroponics where not being used to grow weed.
Besides the rampant paranoia of the end of civilization in rampant anarchy and his father's teaching of how to survive in the event, as well as the psychological effects of that, not much else was abnormal. Linus grew up and became a civil engineer due to his love of his father's old house. A week ago his father passed away and he inherited the mansion/fortress/apoc bunker or as Linus calls it 'The Base' and plans on expanding it when he gets the money. Thankfully it seems dad kept everything in stock.
Health: [Healthy] - List all your ailments here
Inventory: + [Hardhat]
+ [Bunker Key]
Skills: + [Architectural Engineering - Professional]
Bunker:
+ [Energy - Est. 2 Weeks]
+ [Food - Est. 2 Weeks]
+ [Sleeping Space - 1]
Bonuses: + [Soft] You are soft both in heart and resolve, you don't fair as well in personal combat or turning down people in need but children like you.
+ [Bunker] You have a safe home. Expect people to want to take it from you.
1-3. I just need to go to the local pub, get myself a drink, meet the new neighbors, and settle down a bit. Being in the old home has got me thinking like my dad a bit too much.
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04eaa6 No.1405
| Rolled 2, 50, 98 = 150 (3d100) |
>>1400Name: Franklin Williams
Fluff: While homeless, Franklin knows the city andall its secrets like the back of his hand, he lives in the sewer and uses a network of tunnels to get around unseen. He can get from one side of the city to the other without being seen by human or camera with ease.
Health: [Healthy] - List all your ailments here
>Inventory:+ [Ragged Clothing]
>Skills:+ [Pathfinding Sewers - Professional]
>Bonuses:+ [Like the Back of my Hand] You don't need a map or any light to navigate in the sewers, navigating buildings in complete darkness however is still a problem.
1-3)Hmm, I'm feeling a bit hungry maybe I should head to that old food storage place, they never seem to have anyone guarding the place and there's a drain right outside the back.
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04eaa6 No.1406
| Rolled 56, 93, 11 = 160 (3d100) |
>>1399Name: Brandt Smith
Fluff: Brandt was on the up and up, freshly out of West Point, taking his first command of a new batch of fresh recruits in a military base in
Whiteville. Everything was going great for Brandt; just as it always has, and just as it always will….
…right?
Health: [Healthy] -
+ [Concussion]
Inventory: + [M16] (20)
+ [Bayonet]
+ [Combat Fatigues]
+ [Bulletproof Vest (Lvl. 4)]
+ [Mr. Murchin Files]
+ [Mr. Murchin (Double Bagged)]
Skills:
+ [Shooting - Professional]
Bonuses:
+ [Military Man] You're with the military. That's a bonus right there.
Unit:
+ 5 [Soldiers - Injured] M16
+ 1 [Soldier - Dangerously Injured]
+ 1 [Soldier - Blisters]
+ 1 [Humvee - Badly Damaged] - MG
1/2/3.) "FUCK WAS THAT?!? Men, form up on the doctor, keep a watch on those bodies and the trunk with our other casualty in it, I'll go check it, you see anything funny, you shoot. The thing that just caused this wasn't human, whatever it was, it just tore through this humvee with it's bare hands. This thing gets me, you contact base anyway you can, get the word out. A Shitiicane is coming in, and we need to draw our shitline in the sand."
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04eaa6 No.1407
| Rolled 62, 7, 23 = 92 (3d100) |
>>1395Name: Thompson.
Fluff: A hard working salary man. He has worked 9-5 for the majority of his adult life without complaints. He doesnt seem to have any friends or hobbies, and nobody even knows what his first name is. The model of hardworking excellence, or average mediocrity, depending on your point of view.
Zombie Fluff: He is even more persistent and difficult to discourage than the common zombie.
Health: [Healthy]
Mutations: [Don't fill this out yet]
Pack: [Fancy Suit] [80$]
Bonuses: [Persistence is a Virtue]
1&2: Well, I guess something happened. Though things are a bit fuzzy, as far as I know, this is the first time I have done that to anybody. But I guess this is me now. This isnt really anything I expected to happen, or had any preparations for. But if this is me now, I may as well make sure I know what I am capable of. Physically, I am certainly more than I was before. Mentally… maybe not as much. But I can still think, even if it is more blurry. Lets find out what the bounds are, both mentally and physically.
3: A calling? I havent had anything that even resembled a calling in… years. It has been so long, Im not even sure I should follow it now. But, I am not sure of a lot of things right now. At least this one feels right. And I dont really have another plan right now.
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04eaa6 No.1410
| Rolled 24, 7, 55 = 86 (3d100) |
>>1396Fluff: A Police officer, that one cop who's always ready to help out and lend a hand. That one guy who's always got a smile and ready to help Out no matter what happens. Zach is an all around nice guy who became a beat cop to help people out.
Health: [Healthy] - List all your ailments here
Inventory:
+ [Police Uniform]
+ [9mm - Handgun] (15)
+ [Police Batton]
+ [Handcuffs]
+ [50 $]
+ 4 [Guilliano Sandwich]
+ 4 [CocaSoda™]
Skills:
+ [Shooting - Professional]
+ [Speech - Basic]
Bonus:
+ [Protect and Serve] Whiteville isn't that big and you're reknown as friendly neighborhood cop. While people are more likely to trust you people who think they are though are less likely to respect you.
1.) Davidson Drop the hammer, please. Drop the hammer.
2.) I'm going to cuff you ok? Standard protocol. I saw something like this earlier today, some girl ripped a dude's throat out and he had bashed her head in with a hammer after. We're heading to the precinct, ok? I think there is some sort of plague around here making people crazy. Take his hammer with might need it.
3. Go to precinct, now. call em on route.
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04eaa6 No.1412
| Rolled 37, 51, 13 = 101 (3d100) |
>>1397Name: Grandmaster Bob of The RadioTower
Fluff: Bob runs the local Radio Station and performs all sorts of radio plays, where he and guest performers wear armor fight and recite lines supported by charitable donations. Needless to say the RadioTower is his castle.
Health: [Healthy]
Inventory:
[Light Metal Armor]
[60 $]
[Supply Crate]
+ [Laptop]
+ [Webcam]
Skills:
[Speech - Professional]
Bonus:
[The Voice] When heard on radio you carry an incredible charisma, able to sway people and convince them of a lot of things, however in person your Speech skill takes a severe penalty, because of your social awkwardness
Companions:
+ [Tiffany]
+ [Big Dog Enkidu]
12 First thing first is to poor out that pot of coffee, obviously some South American witch doctor had has his hand in this batch of Brown Colombian Gold. Then to set up this Computer in my sanctum and then hopefully the wires are long enough to set up the Webcam above the entrance otherwise I guess I can just rig it up outside the window pointing towards the entrance and parking lot.
3 "Before I forget…" 'How to kill giant maggots' "1. Boil dog shampoo blah blah blah Salt blah blah blah " I suppose it was just a dream and I shouldn't let it get to me. What else can I find on this new computer?
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04eaa6 No.1419
>>1401Inventory:
+ [Military Fatigues]
+ [M16] (20)
+ [9mm Handgun] (15)
+ [Pilot Helmet]
Skills:
+ [Shooting - Basic]
+ [Piloting - Professional]
Bonuses:
+ [Military Man] You're with the fokin' military. That's a bonus right there innit?
1/2/3 Grab some Grenade and some extra ammo from a nearby supply crate and get back to scanning the area for Hostiles.
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04eaa6 No.1420
| Rolled 62, 51, 62 = 175 (3d100) |
>>1419forgot roll
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04eaa6 No.1422
| Rolled 57 (1d100) |
Name: Lil' Billy O'Conner
Fluff: Lil' Billy is 12 years old.He loves his mum and dad. He likes to ride bikes, play hide and seek and tag with his mates and to play baseball. He is very good. He scored a home-run once, you know?!
Health: [Healthy] - List all your ailments here
Inventory:
Skills:
Bonuses:
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04eaa6 No.1424
>>1402What kind of name is Not Nice? You really aren't sure why you expected him to be called like that. No. His name is Lao. Lao Futateng. "Ah, so now you work here. Go on Bobbyuh, crean up this mess. Afterwards you can go tidy up the stockpile. Once you are done with that your training shall commence.".
You spend the rest of your time sweeping glass splinters, putting stuff back into shelves and making sure the stockpile count is correct. Here and there you notice something missing and list it while Lao seems to be doing nothing in particular. As you keep taking inventory more and more stuff appears that is not accounted for at all. Old Asian statues, miniature trees and so on and so forth. You really don't know what to do with them but from the looks of it most of this stuff has some sort of spiritual purpose.
As you come back after tidying up most of the place Lao nods respectfully, "Very werr. You have taken your first step to understanding the art that is Asian Combat.".
Irritated you looked at him, what the hell was he talking about? You had no idea. Certainly this were just the ramblings of an old man.
>Skills:+ [Asian Combat - Basic]
>>1403Closing the front door and locking it behind you, you decide that it's time for a drink. Thanks to your rather sizeable body you were able to drink quite a lot without getting drunk though it could also be due to the rather low percentage of alcohol that was actually within the beer.
After a bit of walking you finally come across a bunch of bars. But none of them really gave you the homely feeling you were looking for. In one or two of them you could see people fighting. A chair broke through one of the windows and almost hit you as you passed, this wasn't the right place for you. But there! A bit further down the street right on the corner a soft warm glow of light was shining through beneath the door, from inside you could hear muffled voices singing. This was more like it.
You stepped inside and were immediately greeted by thick air, loud music and the unusually friendly bawling of the bar's visitors. You felt like a long lost friend who had at last made his way home again.
Someone poured you a glass of beer, a pat on the back here and there, perhaps they mistook you for someone?
The barman joins in and you drink half the night. At some point a young girl comes in no older than 15, the barman waves his finger in front of her as if do point out that she had broken the rules again. She made an annoyed sound and headed into one of the backrooms where you lost sight of her.
After some time you were barely able to stay on your feet. Drunk as hell the other guys forced you back onto your stool. "You're not going anywhere this late.", one of them explained caringly and with quite some effort to get the words right. You decide that there was no use arguing and the barkeeper locked the door.
You continue to drink and laugh and every now and then people try to get in, but you don't care. You awake with a giant headache, seems like everyone else is still asleep.
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04eaa6 No.1425
>>1424>>1405As usual you move through the sewers unseen. Now where could you find food? You needed to find something unguarded where food was stored. Soo that would beeee.. you continued to ponder for a good twenty minutes, but nothing came to mind that wouldn't include the dumpsters. Food was usually stored either right at the supermarkets or at people's homes, minimizing storage times was an essential part of economics, which you of course knew as an educated homeless person that you totally were.
You continued to walk around the sewers some more in hope of finding what you were looking for when suddenly you came to a turning point near the sports stadium. They usually sold hotdogs and stuff there right? While they probably brought the stuff from home you could try to steal something while it was unguarded. Stealthily you climbed the ladder only to find out that the manhole cover had been melted shut. Cursing a bit you decide to take a longer route and come out a little further away from the stadium.
From inside the stadium you can hear loud shouting, it sounds different than usual, more like they were duking it out with their fists than actually playing football.
Either way this was no real concern of yours. Looking around for something to eat you got lucky. A hotdog stand! And nobody was there to guard it! You really had no idea what was going on that an empty hotdog stand was just standing around but you didn't mind it one bit. You quickly drove off with it only to realize that you could impossibly fit it down the manhole. Bummer. Of course you could just shove your pockets full with bread and sausages.
>Inventory:+ [Hotdog Stand]
>>1406You give your men the according orders and make sure you have a round in the chamber. Slowly you move around the Humvee which is lying on it's roof. Moving along with you your men take position a few meters further behind, you are uncertain whether they will really just hit the thing if they panic, but it isn't like that would be much of a concern if that thing was to get it's hands on you. You try to peek in through the hole the creature tore into the ground but all you can see in the trunk is a bloody mess, with some vomit mixed in there, your eyes are tearing just from getting a faint whiff.
You carefully put a hand on the trunk and open it, immediately jumping back as the body of your second blistered soldier rolls out. He howls in pain as he hits the ground, "Fuck! Just kill me already! God damnit! It burns!", yeah, this guy hadn't turned. Yet anyway. You could never be too certain. One of his arms was broken, you could see a part of the bone where it had pierced his skin. Vomit and blood had mixed where his blisters had popped from the impact, your concussion or whatever you walked away with was nothing compared to this shit.
The doctor still hadn't collected himself and was stammering odd things, lucky for him he had survived the crash almost without a scratch. As for the others, there was nothing you could have done for the gunner of H-1. His upper half had been completely crushed beneath the weight of the car, only a few fingers and his legs remained. Perhaps if you rolled the thing off him you could recover more, but there was no doubt he was dead as a doornail.
You took a few steps back and looked around, your other blistered soldier was completly gone. You had lost eyes on him the moment he jumped from your hood, now he seemed to have run off somewhere, and even worse, he had run off somewhere taking Mr. Murchin with him.
What were you going to tell command? Perhaps they would believe you, perhaps they already knew. If so, why had you not been informed? The sun had already set and night was rapidly approaching.
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04eaa6 No.1426
>>1425>>1407One, two, three. You counted through a number of cars as you stumbled down the street. Math was okay, nothing major, you'd still need a calculator to determine what the root of 3 was. Though numbers and letters? You expected them to be there, but they were not. It was just other stuff. Blurry lines here and there, moking you as they danced and pranced around. Nah, this was no good. But you could think, yeah you could think alright, even though somehow you felt like you didn't want to.
It was straining, took a lot out of you, you needed to concentrate on everything, it was like all the things you had learned over years of practice just vanished. You weren't even sure if you could use a car. You didn't want to try, would probably kill yourself.
You still knew how to use keys at least. So that was something. But what about physically? What could you do? You stepped up to a car and bent your knees grabbing the lower side, in an expectation to easily overturn the car you strained your back, it was more an odd feeling than painful. You didn't really feel the pain, you just noticed that suddenly something with your back was off. After some readjusting you managed to fix it alright. Better not try that again.
There it was again. Nagging on the corner of your mind, this time a little weaker, didn't matter as much. You looked in the direction the call had come from. You were already going to check it out. No reason to be impatient. As you walked through the street here and there you noticed lonely people. At first you wanted to avoid them to not get detected, but they largely ignored you. Staring ahead with their empty eyes and empty faces. They were like you. Perhaps not even like you. Emptier. Perhaps you were special. Or perhaps you were not. Perhaps you failed to understand them just as they failed to understand you. Another turn to the right and there it was. The Whiteville State building.
How far had you really walked? This was like, town center! You lived at least 10 or 20 mintues away and that was with the car! Now you realized that more people had assembled than you had first noticed. More and more people with empty faces continued to walk into the building, pushing the doors, some waltzing right through the glass.
You could go inside, but you were not like them. You could stop if you wanted to.
>>1412You try to get a handle on the computer but for a guy that works at a radio station you are incredibly un tech savy. After some time of back and forth Tiffany helps you out with setting up a webcam. "How do you know how to do this?", Tiffany gives you a mysterious look, "That is *NONE* of your concern.", she said and walked out again. Okayyy?
You then try to link up the webcam, but the range is abysmal. You look around for the right cable but it seems to be working without one. Hmm. You try to rearrange the webcam so you can look outside, for some unknown reason other than watching pedestrians. It takes you some time to get it placed correctly. Of course you could just look through the glass instead, all you had to do was walk two steps, but you decide to do it anyway, because hey, you had the thing and now you could use it.
You then take a look at what other stuff is on the laptop. Mostly the usual, you see some browsing program, a few ways to write down stuff. Also an audio edditing program which could be of some use to you. You open up the explorer, seems like the guy who delivered it didn't close the last windows.
What was that girl doing with the webcam, holy shit, was that Tiffany? You spend the next minute "investigating" and then cleaning up.
>Inventory:- [Webcam]
+ [Webcam - Entrance]
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04eaa6 No.1427
>>1426>>1410"I already dropped the Hammer!", he yelled in a sudden outburst of anger, you involuntarily took a step back, keeping the gun on him. He took a deep breath, "I'm sorry.", he said, at first he tought he meant you but then he just kept going, "I'm so sorry. Oh god.".
He made a few steps towards you and you backed off, but in the corridor he fell onto his knees, his pants soaked in blood, he held onto his wife's corpse, "I'm.. so sorry.". He was probably crying though from the angle you couldn't tell. He seemed a lot more unstable now than you at first estimated.
You tried to calmy explain to Davidson why he needed to put on the cuffs, but he did not take kindly to your attempts, "And you think I'm like them?!", he said half hissed, half shouted, "You think I did this because I get some sort of kick from it?!", he came even closer, his imposing figure now more evident than ever, you were no small man, but Davidson was at least a head taller than you.
As he closed in on you you really wished you had brought backup. Then you butted into something. At first you though it was the door, then an arm laid itself around your shoulder pulling you backwards. You could hear a slight hissing sound from behind you.
With two more steps Davidson was next to you, his hand reached beyond your right sholder and held something you could not see out of reach, "Look at him!", he demanded from you, bellowing the words into your face. Without saying a word, you were probably still shocked from five seconds earlier when you thought Davidson was going to break your neck you struggled to get free of the grip. You finally managed to do it and turned around, only to stare into the face of Mr. Baczeck, one of your neighbors. His teeth were standing out in an odd way, his eyes were white and pupilless, Davidson's large hand was holding him by the had, Baczeck's arms still trying to grasp for you, he bit demonstratively a few times, his teeth clacking.
If you hadn't known any better then you would have expected this to be some sort of zombie joke, then again, the blood in Davidson's house were real, his children and wife were dead, if Baczeck really was making a joke he should have gathered by now that- SNAP. With a twist of his arms Davidson ended your line of thought as he broke Bazceck's neck. He had effectively committed a murder right in front of your eyes.
"Do you see what I mean?!", Davidson said, he seemed a lot less aggressive and a lot more eager, "I am not insane!".
>>1419You go to look for the ammo crates but it turns out they had been brough deeper inside. A few of the Infantrists seem to notice what you were looking for and a few of them spare some ammo for you, one actually hands you a grenade. You get a bunch of pats on your back and helmet. This wasn't in your job description but at least the guys seem to be alright.
You then take up your post. Despite having set up the entire place excellently you soon realize what this place is really missing. Some comfort. There is practically no place to sit or rest your stuff except on the sandbags and they tended to slip. For the first hour you are really fixed on your job and your unit continues to stare into the darkness awaiting the enemy. In the second hour interest already started to crumble and in the third people had gone over to practically just chatting and sitting around. Somebody had manged to bring a deck of cards along. Right now they weren't playing for anything but you joked that if things kept going like this you'd be playing for bullets in no time.
Things keep going like that with no sign of anyone. Lieutenant Monroe and the engineers didn't report back, they were probably still setting up inside the tunnel. You just played an average hand, really regretting that you had no money on you to bet when one of the guys got an idea.
"We should totally check the surroundings for stuff we can use to make this place more chill.", the guy was probably even younger than you and he sure sounded like it. His idea received widespread approval, you weren't sure how to proceed. What would Monroe do when he found out you had left your post? On the other hand nothing was happening and you didn't want to be the uncool pilot.
>Inventory:- [M16] (20)
+ [M16] (30)
+ HE Grenade
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04eaa6 No.1428
>>1427>>1422Hah Billy aren't you a lucky boy! With mommy and daddy to love you! It's already late at night when mum and dad come into your room. They think you are asleep already, dad picks you up. Mum is really hysterical for some reason. Dad's arms feel wet when he picks you up and carries you to the car. Dad puts you in the back seat and mom puts the seat belt on you, "What's happening?", you mumble, "It's alright sweety, just keep sleeping.". But you are already awake. Rubbing your eyes you look around. Dad and mum sat in the front. Somebody knocked on your window, mum winced but dad calmed her, "We're safe here.". As dad turned the key in the ignition the car jumped to life, "We are heading to the Eastern Tunnel, it should be closest from here.".
Slowly you got more awake. Looked like your baseball bat was still in the car.
>Inventory:+ [Pajamas]
+ [Homerun Bat]
>Skills:+ [Hide and Seek - Advanced]
>Companions:+ [Dad]
+ [Mum]
>Bonus:+ [He's just a Child] You are a child and people will treat you as such.
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04eaa6 No.1429
| Rolled 30, 7, 4 = 41 (3d100) |
>>1424>Name: Bobby Vermont>Fluff: I'm Bobby Vermont I was a Cook at a failing bar in Whiteville. I've made a few dollars for sometimes illegal shit. Maybe too much illegal shit. Anyway now a army of druggies has overtaken the streets, I have to pay the mob, & the army is looking for me I'm in deep shit I knew I shouldn't cook that shit >Health: [Healthy] - List all your ailments here>Inventory: [Chef Hat] [Cleaver] [Assortment of Cooking Knives] [Bobby's Great Cookbook]>Skills: [Cooking - Professional] [Cooking (Other) - Advanced] [Asian Combat - Basic]>Bonuses: [Oh Bobby!] The Cops would like a word with you, the mob just wants your head.1-2 Ask Lao for a place to rest or something
3.Continue to work I need to get my mind off those drug addicts
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04eaa6 No.1430
| Rolled 26, 43, 62 = 131 (3d100) |
>>1425Name: Brandt Smith
Fluff: Brandt was on the up and up, freshly out of West Point, taking his first command of a new batch of fresh recruits in a military base in
Whiteville. Everything was going great for Brandt; just as it always has, and just as it always will….
…right?
Health: [Healthy] -
+ [Concussion]
Inventory: + [M16] (20)
+ [Bayonet]
+ [Combat Fatigues]
+ [Bulletproof Vest (Lvl. 4)]
+ [Mr. Murchin Files]
+ [Mr. Murchin (Double Bagged)]
Skills:
+ [Shooting - Professional]
Bonuses:
+ [Military Man] You're with the military. That's a bonus right there.
Unit:
+ 5 [Soldiers - Injured] M16
+ 1 [Soldier - Dangerously Injured]
+ 1 [Soldier - Blisters]
+ 1 [Humvee - Badly Damaged] - MG
1/2/3.) "Goddammit…. Soldier, do you want me to grant you mercy? If yes then so be it, if not, then I want him under armed watch in the last Humvee, either way, everyone pile in. Radio to base and tell them how much this thing is FUBAR'd, make sure to mention the thing that ripped a Humvee's hood in half."
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04eaa6 No.1431
| Rolled 67, 27, 76 = 170 (3d100) |
.>>1426
Name: Thompson.
Fluff: A hard working salary man. He has worked 9-5 for the majority of his adult life without complaints. He doesnt seem to have any friends or hobbies, and nobody even knows what his first name is. The model of hardworking excellence, or average mediocrity, depending on your point of view.
Zombie Fluff: He is even more persistent and difficult to discourage than the common zombie.
Health: [Healthy]
Mutations: [Don't fill this out yet]
Pack: [Fancy Suit] [80$]
Bonuses: [Persistence is a Virtue]
1: If I am different, the chances that I am the only one like this are fairly slim. Keep my eyes peeled for anybody else who looks like they have any semblance of a mind.
2: Stay out here. If something is happening in there, I should probably know what it is, but I dont want to risk my life to find out what it is. Find a window to peek into, listen in through the doorway. But dont go inside.
3: Keep an eye out for danger. Anybody paying attention would probably notice this parade, and there might even be some people who are still in this area for work and such. If any of them mean me harm… Best to be aware.
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04eaa6 No.1432
| Rolled 86, 75, 21 = 182 (3d100) |
>>1424Name: Linus Verimont
Fluff: Linus's father was a paranoid man. He belied that the world would end in a massive riot and anarchy. As such he made sure his home was ready to massive assault and long periods of bandit sieges. It did not help that Linus's father was a very successful accountant so he had enough money to really turn his home into a hidden fort. The cops had to check in every now and again to make sure the hydroponics where not being used to grow weed.
Besides the rampant paranoia of the end of civilization in rampant anarchy and his father's teaching of how to survive in the event, as well as the psychological effects of that, not much else was abnormal. Linus grew up and became a civil engineer due to his love of his father's old house. A week ago his father passed away and he inherited the mansion/fortress/apoc bunker or as Linus calls it 'The Base' and plans on expanding it when he gets the money. Thankfully it seems dad kept everything in stock.
Health: [Healthy] - List all your ailments here
Inventory: + [Hardhat]
+ [Bunker Key]
Skills: + [Architectural Engineering - Professional]
Bunker:
+ [Energy - Est. 2 Weeks]
+ [Food - Est. 2 Weeks]
+ [Sleeping Space - 1]
Bonuses: + [Soft] You are soft both in heart and resolve, you don't fair as well in personal combat or turning down people in need but children like you.
+ [Bunker] You have a safe home. Expect people to want to take it from you.
1-3. Grab some coffee for everyone and get to know everyone. Everything is kind of a blur from last night.
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04eaa6 No.1433
| Rolled 100, 11, 17 = 128 (3d100) |
>>1426Name: Grandmaster Bob of The RadioTower
Fluff: Bob runs the local Radio Station and performs all sorts of radio plays, where he and guest performers wear armor fight and recite lines supported by charitable donations. Needless to say the RadioTower is his castle.
Health: [Healthy]
Inventory:
[Light Metal Armor]
[60 $]
[Supply Crate]
+ [Laptop]
+ [Webcam - Entrance]
Skills:
[Speech - Professional]
Bonus:
[The Voice] When heard on radio you carry an incredible charisma, able to sway people and convince them of a lot of things, however in person your Speech skill takes a severe penalty, because of your social awkwardness
Companions:
+ [Tiffany]
+ [Big Dog Enkidu]
1 Bob steepled his fingers as he considered this discovery. Could he use it to gain power over her or simply enjoy the knowledge. It would require further investigation regardless.
2 Gotta keep the night show running, talk to some of the people.
3 "Roll over Enkidu. Paw. Fetch. Speak. Whos a handsome boy, WHOS A HANDDSOME BOY! YOU ARE!"
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04eaa6 No.1435
| Rolled 83, 33, 47 = 163 (3d100) |
Name: Jared Bastion
Fluff: His love for machines and flight is what got him into the the seat of a Chopper. Once he was in it he knew this was where he belonged. Often found conversing with the numerous techs and engineers on the base, assisting with repairs and maintenance work.
Inventory:
+ [Military Fatigues]
- [M16] (20)
+ [M16] (30)
+ HE Grenade
+ [9mm Handgun] (15)
+ [Pilot Helmet]
Skills:
+ [Shooting - Basic]
+ [Piloting - Professional]
Bonuses:
+ [Military Man] You're with the fokin' military. That's a bonus right there innit?
>>14271. Ask one of the Guys to Radio in and check on the lieutenant.
2/3. Tell the young Soldier to take two guys and 'Scout the area' for chill stuff, while the rest of us stay at our post.
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04eaa6 No.1436
>>1425Name: Franklin Williams
Fluff: While homeless, Franklin knows the city andall its secrets like the back of his hand, he lives in the sewer and uses a network of tunnels to get around unseen. He can get from one side of the city to the other without being seen by human or camera with ease.
Health: [Healthy] - List all your ailments here
>Inventory:+ [Ragged Clothing]
>Skills:+ [Pathfinding Sewers - Professional]
>Bonuses:+ [Like the Back of my Hand] You don't need a map or any light to navigate in the sewers, navigating buildings in complete darkness however is still a problem.
1)Dangnabbit, well I guess I'll just grab all the food and any money I can carry from the stand.
2)If I can I'll stash it somewhere, a free ride is always handy, even for a hobo.
3)Then I slink back into the sewers to find a place to hide out for a while.
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04eaa6 No.1437
| Rolled 27, 97, 64 = 188 (3d100) |
>>1428Name: Lil' Billy O'Conner
Fluff: Lil' Billy is 12 years old.He loves his mum and dad. He likes to ride bikes, play hide and seek and tag with his mates and to play baseball. He is very good. He scored a home-run once, you know?!
Health: [Healthy] - List all your ailments here
>Inventory:+ [Pajamas]
+ [Homerun Bat]
>Skills:+ [Hide and Seek - Advanced]
>Companions:+ [Dad]
+ [Mum]
>Bonus:+ [He's just a Child] You are a child and people will treat you as such.
1] Ask Mum and Dad what is going on. Does this mean that there's no school tomorrow?
2-3] Look around, see what's going on outside.
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04eaa6 No.1438
| Rolled 76, 20, 31 = 127 (3d100) |
>>1427Fluff: A Police officer, that one cop who's always ready to help out and lend a hand. That one guy who's always got a smile and ready to help Out no matter what happens. Zach is an all around nice guy who became a beat cop to help people out.
Health: [Healthy] - List all your ailments here
Inventory:
+ [Police Uniform]
+ [9mm - Handgun] (15)
+ [Police Batton]
+ [Handcuffs]
+ [50 $]
+ 4 [Guilliano Sandwich]
+ 4 [CocaSoda™]
Skills:
+ [Shooting - Professional]
+ [Speech - Basic]
Bonus:
+ [Protect and Serve] Whiteville isn't that big and you're reknown as friendly neighborhood cop. While people are more likely to trust you people who think they are though are less likely to respect you.
1.) Yeah, I can see that. Sorry. Well Seems like this town has come down with Zombies, as asinine as that sounds. Only thing that fits. You bit? If he is try and doctor him.
2.) Ok grab that hammer and if there is anything you need to bring with or last rights for your family now's the time. We gotta head out soon, this place isn't safe. While he's dealing with what needs to be done keep a look out and listen to the radio.
3.) Precinct should be safe if it isn't infected already, plus it has guns, ammo, armor and other things. We should stock up and see if we can either hole up there or stock up and see if we can escape town.
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04eaa6 No.1453
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>>1429Lao laughs out loudly. And he does so very. Very thoroughly. "You want to sleep in store? You fahnny! You make me raugh!", when he realizes you are serious he looks at in a suspicious way, or just in a normal way for Asians, you can't really tell, "You are not a homress person are you?", of course you weren't you totally had a place. It's just getting roughed up by a bunch of mobsters who want their money, you thought to yourself, of course you couldn't tell Lao. Who knew what the crazy Asian guy would do.
"Well Rao you see..", "Rao, my name is Rao.", "Yes, Rao that's what I said.", he looked at you in a very, very angry gaze, "Are you trying to fuck with me?". The words came across very calm and you had no doubt that if you were to give the wrong answer he would kick your head in with one of those Asian combat moves he showed off earlier. In the background someone was pulling on the door. "We are crosed.", Lao said not taking his eyes off of you, the person continued to pull and push hectically. "I said, we are crosed!", Lao said, still angry with you but now taking it out on the guy in front of the door, he turned around angrily which was when you took the time to take a look at the door yourself.
It wasn't a guy, it was a group of people. Maybe seven, maybe eight or twelve people. A lot no doubt. They were all staring in through the glass door and shop window.
This would have been weird at any standard, it was late at night and people were trying to get into a closed store, but the thing that creeped you out even more were their empty eyes and cold demeanor. The way they patted onto the glass and the fact that two or three of them were covered in blood did not help a bit.
Lao stopped moving all together, just staring at them as they continued to hit against the window, only little force was behind their strikes, but you were sure that if they kept going sooner or later someone would get lucky, "Do you think they wirr notice us if we don't move?", you yourself were panicking as well, "I don't think that's how it works Lao.", you said, barely keeping a strong voice, but just in case you didn't move either.
>>1430Nine guys, six seats, one heavily injured, one with as you seriously hoped, uninfective blisters over his face and the front of his body while your people were supposed to keep watch over him. It is a miracle, but somehow you at least manage to fit everyone in. Though you cannot bring yourself to feeling very safe in a situation like this. H-2 was fucked up by any standard, the engine was smoking, but somehow still running and trying not to fuck up your last ride you made your way back to base a little faster than walk speed.
The mood was pretty good considering the circumstances, those being the fact that you had just left two dead comrades behind while a third had become a creepy monster that had the power to bend metal plates and ran off with your prize corpse while you were now stuck with another potential Metal Bender that could be considered almost arms reach in any direction. The gunner was slightly paranoid, always scanning his surroundings, it must have looked funny to anyone watching, the guy with the MG hectically looking around while moving at this pace. Of course there was nobody around to laugh at it, the streets were almost empty and you hadn't heard a word from HQ in at least half an hour. Night was already here and the streets were so suspiciously empty. A family car passed a crossroad somewhat ahead of you. Seemed to be going in quite a hurry.
While everyone else was quielty relishing in the fact that they had survived their first encounter with either a superhuman, a zombie or some government special prototype you still tried to make contact with base. Slowly but surely you managed to form a new connection. As it turned out most of the base had been abandoned. Ammo and vehicles shipped out, only a minimal bit of people remained to defend what was mostly an empty base now until their orders would be given otherwise. Each one of the four tunnels had been locked down with whatever forces had been made available. The whereabouts of Major Banks as of now were still unknown. Each tunnel was currently under the supervision of it's respective officer.
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04eaa6 No.1454
>>1453>>1431It was hard to tell who had a mind and who hadn't. You mostly just went on the assumption that everyone else was just an empty puppet, none of them moved any differently or behaved like they were intelligent. Except that guy there. The one in the suit? Yeah, he looked like shit. But he seemed to be asking himself what was going on. Couldn't decide where to go either. Apparently he was torn, leading some sort of discussion with himself. Perhaps he had went insane, how would you know? On the other hand what did you have to fear? Would he tear out your throat and eat it?
You had done that to an old defenseless woman for no particular reason you could remember. But you couldn't say you were afraid or even anything remotely related to that. You weren't even all that curious to find out what was happening. It was more like a cool deep desire that continued to push you without having any of that steamy heat you could usually expect or experience in a situation that required you to act like.. this? What normal situation would require you to act like this? You couldn't think of one.
Perhaps you could find out what was going on from here, you tried to take a look through the large black tinted glasses that replaced much of what would have been the front wall but couldn't make out anything. They just continued to stumble inside. Of course it was somewhat naiive to expect to see anything. The building was large by any standard, a skyscraper with a solid foundation, chances were that what happened in this building that was trying to draw your attention was actually happening in the lobby were slim. Though you couldn't really tell what was drawing you and how that happened, so possibly you weren't able to judge probabilities.
You heard engines and immediately dove into cover, somehow managing to avoid getting spotted by the schoolbus full of children and a rather desperate teacher who had somehow managed to drive the thing. They actually rode over a person here and there. This certainly was against the law. You were certaint hat teacher had neither a permit nor was it legal to run over people. If you remembered that right.
Shaking your head you stepped back onto the street, the bus slowly disappearing into the distance. What the hell had the world come to? Wait a minute, did a schoolbus just pass you in the middle of the night..
>>1432Your head is hurting like hell and you look around, the barkeeper had actually fallen asleep behind the counter. So much for that. You turned to your right and almost fell of your bar chair in a mix of surprise and outright shock. One of the guys you had been drinking with was sitting right next to you drinking an orange juice as he looked at you. "Jumpy?", he asked without a hint of irony in his voice, taking another sip of his orange juice without taking his eyes of you. "I'm sorry I have to ask but..", "I'm Jaime.", the guy said, looked like he understood you all too well, "I'm a regular.", behind the bar you could see further rooms, which was when a shadow suddenly scurried through your vision, it was gone as fast as it had been there, "That is also Jaime.", he said pointing in the direction you were looking, "No relation, no purpose, just an odd coincidence.", you nodded. He probably meant the girl from yesterday, you still somewhat remembered that. "Now this,", Jaime said maybe a little too presentingly as he clapped the sleeping barkeeper on the shoulder, "Is our gracious host and man of the house, AJ. AJ is a lousy barkeeper, but at least he's not afraid of having a good drink with his buddies.".
"That's damn right.", you heard somebody mumble into their elbow pit, Jaime looked around, but didn't manage to find whom he was looking for, "Somewhere here is Monroe, old police dog.", there was still a bunch of other people there, but it turned out Jaime didn't know any of them, they mostly just picked them up along the way for a fun time and ended up at AJ's place. In some more fun talk you found out that AJ was divorced for the second time now and was struggling to get his life back on track, he still had a daughter from his first wife which died of breastcancer which as Jaime diagnosed lead to AJ's obsession wiht breast cancer in general and was probably why he dragged his completely healthy daughter to the doctor every two weeks. Thanks to the social healthcare system he managed to afford it.
All of this was of course accompanied by AJ telling him to shut up about four or five times while you were nipping on your coffee which actually tasted surprisingly good.
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04eaa6 No.1455
>>1454>>1433You investigate a total of three more times which was about when you noticed movements on the monitoring camera. It was already late at night, but for one reason or another Tiffany was standing on the outside? You quickly buttoned up your pants and went downstairs, on the way to the door a little confused you come across Tiffany who still hasnt managed to put on a t-shirt, "I will get it Bob.", she said in an incredibly uncaring tone. How could she ge the door if she was standing outside? And if she was standing outside, how could she be in here? Someone here was an imposter.
"Don't open the door:", you said to her logically choosing the one Tiffany you assumed to be real, she just stood there looking at you with a perplexed gaze, "Why not?", "Because it's dangerous outside.", was the best excuse you had. You could tell she wasn't buying it.
For a few seconds more she just stood there staring at you, but then she slowly nodded, "I think I know what's going on.", with a few steps of her long legs Tiffany had managed to walk past you and reached the door, without a second though she opens the door.
"Eeeeeeey~", in a cloud of alcohol and cheap parfume a second Tiffany almost fell into the radio station, barely help up by your Tiffany you witnessed a somewhat sloppy and on the receiving end very unwanted kiss. "Tiffyyyy~".
Usually Tiffany was always in a good mood, but right now she seemed somewhere on the borderline of desperate and completely pissed. She somehow managed to close the door with her foot. "Tiffyyyy~", the other one repeated again, "What?"; she let out in a mix of a hiss and a sigh, "I love youuuu~". If looks could kill. Tiffany dragged herself or whomever the young woman was to the nearest bench where Tiffany placed her carefully. "So now you have met my twin sister and the reason why half the city has seen me naked.", Tiffany pointed to the obviously piss drunk woman, "My dear twin sister Steffany.".
They really looked exactly alike. Tiffany continued to complain as she took the drunk girls boots off, "I really don't know where she got that from. I mean we were raised together and we are basically the same person, still she acts like this. It's like she has no idea what you can and cannot do in public.", you looked as Tiffany continued to jiggle around in only her bra and pants. Certainly Tiffany was a lot more prudent than her sister. "Anyway Bob.", she said, her tone suddenly becoming very serious, "She always wanted to meet you.", she took off Steffany's jacket, "Which is probably why she got drunk. And she doesn't get nervous, which is what I will translate so even you can understand it Bob. She likes you. Don't fuck it up.". The gaze she gave you made you really uncomfortable, "I will kill you if you do Bob. Literally.", she came really really close so your noses almost touched, "And I mean that in the not figurative literal way.".
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04eaa6 No.1456
>>1455>>1435A guy checked in with Lieutenant Monroe, "Everything proceeds as planned.". He remited a number of thingy, there was some talk of a receiver zone though you had no idea what they meant by it. Furthermore they were setting up additional fallback positions within the tunnel and an actual emergency command center even further behind those. It looked like the engineers were trying to pull all the aces they still had up their sleeve to make what the guy on the other end described as a "wall of death". Large quantities of barbed wire and the oversized kind of sandbags that were used in Afghanistan or Iraq. All sorts of stuff really. There had been some unconfirmed reports of movement within the tunnels, though it was suspected that it was mostly soldiers trying to scare each other while they were supposed to work.
You figured it couldnt hurt to send some of the people out since you didn't need every single person to watch the place. Wanting to be a cool guy you tell the young soldier that he and a bunch of other guys should go, but somebody would have to stay behind and make sure that nobody came through. You'd get your ass handed to yourself if anyone made it past you without explicit permission, that much was certain and while in peace time that may not have been that much of a problem you had the feeling that Monroe would not take kindly to this. On the opposite. He'd probably.. in the distance you could spot a light. It was closing in fast. Not overly so, but still it was fast. Certainly a car, most likely a calm driver which could or could not be a good sign. You should probably report this. With some crackling your radio came to life and you made a quick note about it.
As the car came closer to the barricade it slowed down noticably, you were uncertain whether it would turn around. Then it stopped not not all too far. Perhaps you should have put up some signs? To teach people where to stop and what was waiting for them. What did these guys know about anything? The car doors opened, a man excited and a woman. The man walked around back to the car where he opened one of the doors and picked a small something from it. You suspected it to be a child which was holding on to a baseball bat. The woman went to the back of the car and grabbed a suitcase.
As they approached they were waving to you as well as they could, the child in the man's arms not waving but mostly burying it's face in it's father's chest where it wasn't blinded by the floodlights. To shoot or not to shoot. These people had obviously come to seek refuge, perhaps escape the city. But you had no protocols for this. Only your orders of shooting, but it was hardly appropriate was it?
>>1436Sorry mate, but you forgot your rolls.
>>1437"No, you still have to go to school tomorrow.", dad said with a playfull voice, he grinned and took a look at mum but she didn't seem to be in the mood for it. You didn't like stupid jokes like this either however mum usually gave him at least a smile for the attempt. Was this what a divorce felt like? You had heard that Jinny's parents had gotten one and now her father was somewhere hanging around with some other young woman while her mother was
You looked out the window. It was dark and there was almost nobody on the street. Except, what the hell was that? A pair of green eyes was staring at you from the side of the street. It moved alongside the car, every time it slowed down you could see it easier. The eyes kept jumping up and down as if whomever they belonged to was scaling fences and cars to keep track of you. Suddenly the car was flooded with light.
Confused you looked around, you could hear your father cursing, he usually tried to talk his way out of it, but he didn't try it this time. You heard the car doors unlocking as mum and dad left the car. For a moment you were uncertain if they would leave you, naturally they just walked around the car, dad opened the door on your side and pulled you out. You held onto the baseball bat, though he didn't seem to notice. Meanwhile mom walked back around and took the suitcase from the trunk. Not far behind her you could see the green eyes resting. Mum and dad continued to walk into the blinding light. You couldn't see what was on the other end but it grew harsher with every step your father took.
You could hear voices on the other side. As you carefully looked over your father's shoulder you could see that the pair of eyes was gone. Wait. No, there it was. And another one had joined it. This did not bode well.
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04eaa6 No.1457
>>1456>>1438Davidson is surprised at which rate you seemed to adapt. Certainly this was an easy fact to voice, but to understand? To truly grasp? No. For a moment Davidson continued to stare at you as if he waited for you to burst out in laughter and declare that they were all full of shit and that this was one hell of a bad joke. Nothing of the like happened. "I'm not bit.", he said in a very calm voice, you were inclined to believe him. The ease with which he had just broken your neighbor's neck did not make you doubt his abilitiy to even take care of.. those three. His own wife and children. He seemed alright though you suspected that deep down he was a lot more hurt than the surface was showing.
Certainly it would take days if not weeks to fully show, but you had a feeling for it. You knew it would happen eventually. As you offer him to go back and grab stuff he flatout refuses, closing the door behind him. The man gave you a deep look, "I will never enter that house again. For the rest of my life.", he sounded as sure of himself as any man could be and he had every right to. You walked over to your car and turned on the radio. The reports were disturbing. Monroe's last report had been at least ten minutes ago according to one of the other officers. She had went to investigate the hospital and reported something about violent seizures and cannibals. Now that you were comparing it to your own reports that really made a lot of sense.
You were about to share your conclusion about zombies with the rest of the police force as suddenly dispatch started crying uncontrollably. You could hear the breaking of bones, the tearing of flesh and gunfire. It continued for a bit. But inevitably it ended wth a single lonely shot. You already knew what this meant.
Where should you go? What should you do? You were needed everywhere, yet wherever you went you would most likely be overrun. But there had to be something you could do.
>Companions:+ [Davidson]
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04eaa6 No.1458
| Rolled 62, 36, 83 = 181 (3d100) |
>>1454Name: Linus Verimont
Fluff: Linus's father was a paranoid man. He belied that the world would end in a massive riot and anarchy. As such he made sure his home was ready to massive assault and long periods of bandit sieges. It did not help that Linus's father was a very successful accountant so he had enough money to really turn his home into a hidden fort. The cops had to check in every now and again to make sure the hydroponics where not being used to grow weed.
Besides the rampant paranoia of the end of civilization in rampant anarchy and his father's teaching of how to survive in the event, as well as the psychological effects of that, not much else was abnormal. Linus grew up and became a civil engineer due to his love of his father's old house. A week ago his father passed away and he inherited the mansion/fortress/apoc bunker or as Linus calls it 'The Base' and plans on expanding it when he gets the money. Thankfully it seems dad kept everything in stock.
Health: [Healthy] - List all your ailments here
Inventory: + [Hardhat]
+ [Bunker Key]
Skills: + [Architectural Engineering - Professional]
Bunker:
+ [Energy - Est. 2 Weeks]
+ [Food - Est. 2 Weeks]
+ [Sleeping Space - 1]
Bonuses: + [Soft] You are soft both in heart and resolve, you don't fair as well in personal combat or turning down people in need but children like you.
+ [Bunker] You have a safe home. Expect people to want to take it from you.
1. "Yeah. I was raised in this town but left for college. My dad passed away not too long ago and I got his house. Thing is my dad was a bit paranoid so I have been trying to renovate it and not make it look like a shelter for WWIII. Safe to say I have been failing. That reminds me, I need to go but if you need anything from an engineer like myself just contact me." Get contacts!
2&3. See if I can get in contact to get some solar panels installed and hooked to the bunker soon.
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04eaa6 No.1459
| Rolled 5, 14, 51 = 70 (3d100) |
>>1457Fluff: A Police officer, that one cop who's always ready to help out and lend a hand. That one guy who's always got a smile and ready to help Out no matter what happens. Zach is an all around nice guy who became a beat cop to help people out.
Health: [Healthy] - List all your ailments here
Inventory:
+ [Police Uniform]
+ [9mm - Handgun] (15)
+ [Police Batton]
+ [Handcuffs]
+ [50 $]
+ 4 [Guilliano Sandwich]
+ 4 [CocaSoda™]
Skills:
+ [Shooting - Professional]
+ [Speech - Basic]
Bonus:
+ [Protect and Serve] Whiteville isn't that big and you're reknown as friendly neighborhood cop. While people are more likely to trust you people who think they are though are less likely to respect you.
>Companions:+ [Davidson]
1.) Davidson if he hasn't been listening need to be told what is happening. This is bad and he needs to be with me eyes open. I'm giving it to him straight. (also get him a weapon he may need it)
2.) We make for the precinct, It has the guns and tools we need and we might be able to secure it, additionally any cops out there need us running the place for coordination.
3.)While en route keep an eye out for people, Zombies and traps. This has gone to hell fast and a keen eye and quick hands might save me or others.
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04eaa6 No.1460
| Rolled 39, 62, 37 = 138 (3d100) |
>>1401Name: Rachael Banks
Fluff: Rachael is in her very last term of medical school. Not quite at the top of her class because that asshole Brian keeps just edging her out on test scores, she's had a thirst to prove herself one of the best medical professionals in the country ever since her mother died from complications in what should have been a routine procedure. No little kids are going to lose a parent on her watch!
Health: [Healthy]
Inventory:
+ [Doctor's Overall]
+ [Basic Medical Equipment]
+ [Miller's Notes]
+ [Big Book of Epidemiology]
+ [Scalpel]
+ [Bonesaw]
+ 1 [Box of Gloves]
+ 1 [Box of Disinfectant]
+ [Mom's Scarf]
+ [30 $]
Skills:
+ [General Medicine - Professional]
+ [Epidemiology - Basic]
Bonus:
+ [Fuck Brian] You gain a bonus when applying your medical skill while someone by the name of "Brian" is within viewing or hearing distance. Extra bonus if he is the one true Brian. However you also have to pedantically correct everyone by the name of Brian in any way you possibly can. Nothing is too pedantic.
1. What the hell is wrong with him? He's missing a throat! And he's in the freezer so obviously someone thought he was dead. I've heart of post-mortem muscle spasms, but this is ridiculous. There's no way that guy is alive, is there? In which case how's he doing that? What the fuck.
Does he… seem at all like the paramedic did? Maybe I can scribble down a list of similarities.
2. There's no way i'm getting him out of there. He's way too creepy. But so long as he's secure, maybe I can rack my brains and search the room more thoroughly. I know it's desperate to think it, but maybe the men with guns missed something? They don't know the hospital as well as the people who actually work here. I hope.
3. But after that, I need to get the hell out of here. What if those kidnappers come back?
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04eaa6 No.1463
| Rolled 24, 15, 34 = 73 (3d100) |
>>1457
>Name: Jared Bastion>Fluff: His love for machines and flight is what got him into the the seat of a Chopper. Once he was in it he knew this was where he belonged. Often found conversing with the numerous techs and engineers on the base, assisting with repairs and maintenance work.
>Inventory:>+ [Military Fatigues]>- [M16] (20)>+ [M16] (30)>+ HE Grenade>+ [9mm Handgun] (15)>+ [Pilot Helmet]>Skills:>+ [Shooting - Basic]>+ [Piloting - Professional]>Bonuses:>+ [Military Man] You're with the fokin' military. That's a bonus right there innit?1. Radio in the Movement.
2.Take aim, Could be hostiles.
3."Identify yourselfs! Hands in the air where I can see them!"
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04eaa6 No.1465
| Rolled 73, 34, 100 = 207 (3d100) |
>>1453>Name: Bobby Vermont>Fluff: I'm Bobby Vermont I was a Cook at a failing bar in Whiteville. I've made a few dollars for sometimes illegal shit. Maybe too much illegal shit. Anyway now a army of druggies has overtaken the streets, I have to pay the mob, & the army is looking for me I'm in deep shit I knew I shouldn't cook that shit >Health: [Healthy] - List all your ailments here>Inventory: [Chef Hat] [Cleaver] [Assortment of Cooking Knives] [Bobby's Great Cookbook]>Skills: [Cooking - Professional] [Cooking (Other) - Advanced] [Asian Combat - Basic]>Bonuses: [Oh Bobby!] The Cops would like a word with you, the mob just wants your head.1-2-3 Ask them who the fuck they are Rao you might want to duck
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04eaa6 No.1466
| Rolled 8, 7, 61 = 76 (3d100) |
.>>1426
Name: Thompson.
Fluff: A hard working salary man. He has worked 9-5 for the majority of his adult life without complaints. He doesnt seem to have any friends or hobbies, and nobody even knows what his first name is. The model of hardworking excellence, or average mediocrity, depending on your point of view.
Zombie Fluff: He is even more persistent and difficult to discourage than the common zombie.
Health: [Healthy]
Mutations: [Don't fill this out yet]
Pack: [Fancy Suit] [80$]
Bonuses: [Persistence is a Virtue]
1&2: Move into the building. Find stairs or doors or whatever it takes to get to wherever that signal is coming from. At best, I get some answers without any sort of commitment.
2: Continue to keep an eye out for danger. Something is going on here and it isnt very safe.
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04eaa6 No.1467
| Rolled 85, 63, 26 = 174 (3d100) |
>>1456Name: Lil' Billy O'Conner
Fluff: Lil' Billy is 12 years old.He loves his mum and dad. He likes to ride bikes, play hide and seek and tag with his mates and to play baseball. He is very good. He scored a home-run once, you know?!
Health: [Healthy] - List all your ailments here
>Inventory:+ [Pajamas]
+ [Homerun Bat]
>Skills:+ [Hide and Seek - Advanced]
>Companions:+ [Dad]
+ [Mum]
>Bonus:+ [He's just a Child] You are a child and people will treat you as such.
1, 2] That can't be good. I gotta let mum and dad know about the green eyes. They will know what to do, right? I mean, they're adults. Adults are supposed to know what to do.
3] Keep an eye on the eyes, make sure to keep an eye on where they are going, and how many there are.
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04eaa6 No.1469
| Rolled 91, 54, 71 = 216 (3d100) |
>>1455Name: Grandmaster Bob of The RadioTower
Fluff: Bob runs the local Radio Station and performs all sorts of radio plays, where he and guest performers wear armor fight and recite lines supported by charitable donations. Needless to say the RadioTower is his castle.
Health: [Healthy]
Inventory:
[Light Metal Armor]
[60 $]
[Supply Crate]
+ [Laptop]
+ [Webcam - Entrance]
Skills:
[Speech - Professional]
Bonus:
[The Voice] When heard on radio you carry an incredible charisma, able to sway people and convince them of a lot of things, however in person your Speech skill takes a severe penalty, because of your social awkwardness
Companions:
+ [Tiffany]
+ [Big Dog Enkidu]
Basically the same person only Tiffany is more prudent. "Message received Tiffy" Bob smiled nervously
12 "I was just trying continuing Enkidu's (Kid for short) doggy training I don't know if you like big dogs but hes friendly and I think he has a few tricks down. Roll over Kid"
3 "So what do you and your sister like about the show Steffany?"
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04eaa6 No.1470
>>1458You get the phone numbers from AJ and Jaime, Monroe who turns out is a rather old policeman who is of course not dressed as such on his day off is quite an important person. "You don't need my personal number.", he told you with a large grin and a pat on his own belly, "Just call Emergency Services and ask for Captain Monroe, they will direct your call right to me.". You are about to leave as the TV comes to life behind you, "Authorities are dealing with what witnesses describe as a Zombie Apocalypse or a Zombie Outbreak. I cannot stress enough that this is *not* a stupid joke.", your hand rested on the door as your head turned towards the TV.
Mrs. Holiday, the local Newsreporter was standing on top of some large building looking down onto the city. You couldn't really make out much, here and there was some smoke but no real signs of any zombie apocalypse. "How the infection has spread remains unclear at this time, but authorities urge civilians to stay inside and wait for assistance.".
"Yeah, you probably shouldn't go out there.", Jaime concluded, you shrugged. They said stay at home and your home wasn't that far away. And besides it wasn't like zombies were really dangerous once you knew about them. Just aim for the head. They were slow anyway. You stopped. Unless of course these were the 22 minutes later kind of zombies. In that case they would run right at you and they would get you infected in no time.
While you still pondered whether you should take your chances or have a drink first AJ went upstairs to check on his daughter while Monroe tried to make some calls. From the growing frown on his face and the lack of talking you could already assume that nobody was picking up the phone. At some point he just gave up and put his phone on the table.
"Everything alright?", you asked unsure what to expect, "They'll be fine, they can handle themselves.", Monroe sad with a deep sigh. AJ came out of the rooms behind the bar, "Everything alright on this end.", he said. Jaime looked around, "What now?".
Calling a Renewable Energy Specialist was off the table at this point.
>Companions:+ [AJ - Barkeeper]
+ [Jaime - Man]
+ [Monroe - Police Captain]
>>1459You told Davidson about the situation, the more you talked about it the more you convinced yourself that fighting it was pointless. It was horrible really. The lack of response from the precinct, complete loss of contact with the hospital. For all you knew the paramedics could be shipping patients right into a slaughterhouse. You could see Davidson shake his head in disbelief, looks like you helped somebody loose their faith in humanity and the authorities at that.
"It's not even been a day and this entire town is going to shit. Shouldn't there be plans? Something? Anything?", you wanted to give him a helpful and encouraging answer but there was no such thing. You hadn't even practiced in case of a Tornado or an Earthquake, not even a flood was likely. You had quite a safe spot in terms of natural catastrophy and of course there was no such thing as a zombie outbreak plan.
You got into the car and somehow convinced the wavering Davidson to tag along, forgetting to get him a weapon in the process. The precinct. That was where you would head next. It took you a few minutes to get there. Here and there you spotted small fires. Dead feeding on other dead. It was disturbing to look at. You had no time to stay and kill them all and their eyes just followed you as you drove past. Their cold and lifeless eyes. Not much further until you'd reach the station. Two or three blocks. A bloodied person stumbled in front of your car. Even though you suspected it to be a zombie you kicked the brakes and barely managed to halt the car before you hit it.
Without realizing it you had closed your eyes in expectation of an impact, now that you opened them you stared at a woman in some sort of uniform. All the blood made it impossible to recognize, she could have been a janitor, cop or just an office worker and you'd have no idea. She planted her shivering hands on the hood and led out a long sigh, sounded like she was about to cry.
With a few quick steps before you could really realize what was happening she walked around the car, opened the back door and slipped inside, immediatly staining the backseats. "Thanks.", she whispered in a high pitched voice that sounded like she had just gone for a run. There was no doubt about it, you would have recognized this voice anywhere. Looked like you had just picked up the dispatch lady.
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04eaa6 No.1471
>>1470>>1460Intensely you studied him, did he have anything in common with the paramedic? No, these seemed like completely different cases. The paramedic had been restricted to his bed, he could barely move, while this specimen seemed to be very much alive. His hands reached for you again. A bit too alive for your own tastes perhaps. No this was no simple spasm, these movements were controlled, if perhaps not precise. Again he grasped for you, but you kept just out of reach. Nothing good could come of this. You remembered the eyes of the patient, the paramedic had shown dark rings around his iris. However this man had.. you looked in awe as the chin split with a disgusting cracking sound.
Spasms rocked the body as bones broke and rearranged. His chest grew wider, small fingernail like needles pierced through his skin. You took a few more steps back. The sad sighs and moans turned angrier and louder. He began to rock around as the thorns grew larger and larger as he tried to push himself out of the freezer.
That was enough for you. Sure you would have liked to search for more things, but not with him being like.. that. Besides, certainly they would keep some additional information in Miller's own office. Certainly he'd have at least a thing or two up there. A few more steps towards the entrance, the guy had almost freed himself now and was already sitting up. Quickly you ran up the stairs and closed the door behind you. Just in turn to look at the bleach white face of a police officer. You had no idea why she was staring like that. Like she had seen a ghost or something. Yet again this was perfect timing, she should take care of the man! But wouldn't she just shoot him? Police was like that. All aggression and no understanding. Certainly the man would be valuable for research.
The police officer drew her gun and yelled at someone behind you, "Stop! I said stop or I will shoot!", you turned your head and saw a patient shambling towards her, the guy's eyes had the same lining as the paramedic's. Slowly you backed off towards the officer who chose to ignore you. "I said..", she didn't get to finish her sentence. Behind the patient a group of at least ten more began to shamble around the corner one or two of them walking at a quick pace. You saw the morgue door bending under hits from the other side.
"That's it I'm out.", the police officer quickly walked backwards, not taking her aim off the people and you quickly followed her. Behind you the automatic doors closed, but you could only expect the patients to be a few meters behind. "What are you doing?", you questioned the policewoman, "Stop them!". She looked at you like you were insane, "Stop them? Did you see how many people that were? Have you seen what they do?". To be fair you hadn't. "Get in.", she ordered you and you got into her car. Turning the key in the ignition she took off. Behind you people stumbled through the automatic door. "You got somewhere safe I can take you?", she asked without looking at you. She had her eyes fixed on the road.
>>1463(Just a sidenote when I write - [M16] (20) that means I want you to remove the [M16] (20) from your inventory. + [M16] (30) meant you should add it to your inventory)
You radio in the movement and receive no response for some time. Apparently someone is either hogging the channel or really really busy. Sloppily you take your gun from the sling hanging around your shoulders, getting caught in the strap but ultimately managing to get it in your hands to the amusement of everyone else. Hoping that whomever was coming towards you hadn't seen it you start pondering whether you should turn off the safety at this point. Either way taking aim would probably be appropriate right? But what to aim at? The man, the woman or the child? Well obviously not the child you decided and took aim at the man. But he had his hands full with the child. So maybe the woman with the suitcase? You continued to circle around for a bit. Forgetting you actually wanted to say something. They came even closer. "Stop! Identify yourselves! Hands in the air where I can see them!", you yelled out to them repeating. The boy didn't react but the man and the woman held up their hands roughly ten meters away from your position.
The boy said something, or at least you suspected he did. Still the hand that wasn't holding the boy in the air he turned around to gaze into the darkness behind him. He then turned back, his face was tense, "I'm Tom O'Conner.", the man said in a loud, yet calm voice, he made a better job at this than you did, "These are my wife and son.".
Plausible this far. Still no response from Lieutenant Monroe though. And your younger comrades still weren't back either.
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04eaa6 No.1472
>>1471>>1465"We're here for Lao's Chow Mein!", one of them shouted. Lao gave them a suspicious look, "My Chow Mein is onry for the most refined of peopre. Now go on. Get away!". A disappointed murmur went through the crowd as they stopped hitting the glass and left, "Unpreasent peopre.". You looked at him. There was something special about this man's Chao Mein. Something these people were willing to stand in line for the entire night, yet he would not give it to them, "Why?", you asked yourself silently, but Lao seemed to have read your thoughts, or he was really proficient at guessing.
"Once rong ago I was a master cook back in my homerand in Asia. But ever since I came to Whitevirre I have been happy riving the rife of a normal store owner and master crerksman.". "The world looses a great cook with you Lao.", you let your thoughts develop for a few seconds, "You know you could teach me how to do Chao Mein and then people wouldn't bother you as much about it.".
Lao began to laugh loudly holding his belly as he leaned backwards to further emphasize how ridiculous the mere thought of your proposition was, "You rearn how to make true Chow Mein? Impossibre!". But now he too took a few seconds to think about it.
"I courd try to teach you to the extend of your possibirities.", he concluded. Then you commenced an intense Chow Mein making session. You dumped a hundred worthless bowls of Chow Mein, a lot of wasted food, but it didn't really matter did it? Finally you had mastered the art of making Chow Mein! Certainly this was still shit compared to Lao's but besides that you were worthy of being a true five star Chow Mein cook.
>Bonus:+ [Chow Master] With the right ingredients you can make a delicious and healthy meal of Chow Mein. People will like you more and pay well to be fed with this delicious delicacy.
>>1466You were about to cross the street and enter the Whiteville State Building as the sound of cars made you stop. Another bus full of school children or a desperate family trying to make it out of the city perhaps? You didn't really care for those. Deciding to cross anyway you quickly jumped back into cover as two large cars halted roughly twenty meters away from the entrance. You could hear a distinct click, followed by the roaring sound as the two MGs that were mounted on each of the vehicles opened fire, their bullets tore through the people that were streaming towards the entrance. Dozens of them were cut down in a matter of seconds as they turned their heads to the new threat.
The few that attempted to reach the car were gunned down without even coming close. The drivers then parked the cars right in front of the entrance. Four men exited each vehicle. Looked like the gunners remained in the vehicles nervously scanning their surroundings.
You ducked deeper into the little plants you were hiding in. Eight guys with gas masks and full body suits made their way into the entrance. From the inside you could hear the echo of gunfire. Further up was still the call but it seemed far softer now than before. This really wasn't life risking your life over it was it? Not far from you someone stumbled towards the two cars. He had obviously no idea what he was doing. The driver yelled something but the guy just kept stumbling forward. The large caliber rounds tore him apart like he was made from paper.
This wasn't risking your life this was basically throwing it away. No, you couldn't stay here.
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04eaa6 No.1473
>>1472>>1467One of the people on the other side called out to your parents. Dad and mum put their hands up like criminals that were being arrested by the police. The eyes were still looking right at you. "Look dad!", you whispered nervously, he turned his head staring right at the eyes, a curse slipped over his lips. The guy wanted to know who they were, so dad introduced himself. You noticed he started sweating a little, this was putting him under stress you were sure. Tom O'Conner. The only time you heard him say it like that was when Mum's boss had visited for dinner and he introduced himself.
The eyes continued to stare at you, another pair joined them, it was a bit smaller than the others. Dancing around one of the pairs of eyes turned around itself. Did whatever they belonged to just do a wheel? Funny. But you were still scared and needed to take a leak.
The light was unnecessarily blinding and you couldn't see anything. The people on the other side of the light were hesistating like they didn't know what to do. This was stupid. You should go hit those things with your bat. In that moment dad gripped you tighter like he could hear your thoughts. Whom was dad talking to anyway? Turning around you tried to make out a person but were only blinded by the light. As you returned your gaze to the eyes they were gone. Just vanished as if nothing had ever happened. Either this was a really good sign or a really bad one.
>>1469Steffany, even though horribly drunk, managed to sit up on the bench and clapped her hand on the spot beside herself as if to tell a dog to sit down. You obeyed eager to show her your dog tricks with Enkidu. She looked at the dog in a mix of amazement and amusement, "What a big dog you have!~", she said immediately laughing as you tilted a little to the side and rested her head on your shoulder. You could have sworn you heard a line like that when you were "investigating" earlier. Perhaps it was a joke she naturally assumed you would get. She was sort of right.
Kid rolled around as commanded, really a good dog by any standard and with the temper of an angel. Steffany's head slipped lower until it rested on your lap, grabbing one of your arms she used your palm as a pillow. "So what do you and your sister like about the show Steffany?", you tried to get her talking. She let out a mix of a laugh and a yawn, "Tiffany doesn't like it. She thinks you're a nice guy but a pervert.". Steffany readjusted a little wiggling around so her head rested a bit better, "I don't mind though. I like the show. You're cute.". You were unsure what to respond but it didn't seem like you would have to. Steffany seemed to be asleep and Tiffany came back with two cups of coffee handing you one of them. "To the sober people.", she said with a hint of a smile and took a sip.
The coffee was old as hell and it tasted like that, both you and Tiffany tried hard not to cringe and ruin the moment. Not that there was any moment to be had of course. Tiffany took her jacket from the hat stand and covered Steffany with it. Looked like you would have to hold out until she woke up. In the background your radio station was running on auto. Certainly people were wondering why you were so silent today. With a smile you looked at the pretty girl resting in your lap, they could believe whatever they wanted. You had better things to do. Sort of.
>Companions:+ [Steffany]
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04eaa6 No.1474
| Rolled 18, 95, 17 = 130 (3d100) |
>>1470Name: Linus Verimont
Fluff: Linus's father was a paranoid man. He belied that the world would end in a massive riot and anarchy. As such he made sure his home was ready to massive assault and long periods of bandit sieges. It did not help that Linus's father was a very successful accountant so he had enough money to really turn his home into a hidden fort. The cops had to check in every now and again to make sure the hydroponics where not being used to grow weed.
Besides the rampant paranoia of the end of civilization in rampant anarchy and his father's teaching of how to survive in the event, as well as the psychological effects of that, not much else was abnormal. Linus grew up and became a civil engineer due to his love of his father's old house. A week ago his father passed away and he inherited the mansion/fortress/apoc bunker or as Linus calls it 'The Base' and plans on expanding it when he gets the money. Thankfully it seems dad kept everything in stock.
Health: [Healthy] - List all your ailments here
Inventory: + [Hardhat]
+ [Bunker Key]
Skills: + [Architectural Engineering - Professional]
Bunker:
+ [Energy - Est. 2 Weeks]
+ [Food - Est. 2 Weeks]
+ [Sleeping Space - 1]
Bonuses: + [Soft] You are soft both in heart and resolve, you don't fair as well in personal combat or turning down people in need but children like you.
+ [Bunker] You have a safe home. Expect people to want to take it from you.
>Companions:+ [AJ - Barkeeper]
+ [Jaime - Man]
+ [Monroe - Police Captain]
Well not anarchy rebellions and riots in the streets, but close enough.
1. Linus lowered his voice to a near whisper "There is only one time that I will thank god for the paranoid teachings of my father and that is today. We need to mark down all of our supplies. Strong alcohol can be used as disinfectant. Food and bottled water for obvious reasons. Transportation and communication devices. Weapons too."
2. "We have no idea how these things will be able to spot us. So either way we will need to assume they have human or greater senses. This will also help with human influences since there are going to be hostile people. Make sure nothing jingles or makes noise when you move. Try to limit reflective surfaces on clothing. Keep long hair to tight so it doesn't get grabbed. I'm pretty sure that as long as we notice them before they notice us we should be fine."
3. "Finally we need a plan and we can not rely upon government intervention. Anyone know what shops are around here?"
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04eaa6 No.1475
| Rolled 77, 51, 77 = 205 (3d100) |
>>1470Fluff: A Police officer, that one cop who's always ready to help out and lend a hand. That one guy who's always got a smile and ready to help Out no matter what happens. Zach is an all around nice guy who became a beat cop to help people out.
Health: [Healthy] - List all your ailments here
Inventory:
+ [Police Uniform]
+ [9mm - Handgun] (15)
+ [Police Batton]
+ [Handcuffs]
+ [50 $]
+ 4 [Guilliano Sandwich]
+ 4 [CocaSoda™]
Skills:
+ [Shooting - Professional]
+ [Speech - Basic]
Bonus:
+ [Protect and Serve] Whiteville isn't that big and you're reknown as friendly neighborhood cop. While people are more likely to trust you people who think they are though are less likely to respect you.
>Companions:+ [Davidson]
1. Thank god she's in the back and that this is a patrol car we have a screen to protect us at least. Ask her what happened.
2. Ask Davidson to keep an eye out while we talk
3. Ask her point blank how she escaped and is she bitten? With gun ready to be brought up if need be.
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04eaa6 No.1476
| Rolled 91, 76, 70 = 237 (3d100) |
>>1471(Oh, sorry)
>Name: Jared Bastion>Fluff: His love for machines and flight is what got him into the the seat of a Chopper. Once he was in it he knew this was where he belonged. Often found conversing with the numerous techs and engineers on the base, assisting with repairs and maintenance work.
>Inventory:>+ [Military Fatigues]>+ [M16] (30)>+ HE Grenade>+ [9mm Handgun] (15)>+ [Pilot Helmet]>Skills:>+ [Shooting - Basic]>+ [Piloting - Professional]>Bonuses:>+ [Military Man] You're with the fokin' military. That's a bonus right there innit?1. Turn off the safety.
2.Scan the area for movement.
3. "Alright, Put the briefcase down and slowly come over."
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04eaa6 No.1477
| Rolled 37, 43, 54 = 134 (3d100) |
>>1473Name: Lil' Billy O'Conner
Fluff: Lil' Billy is 12 years old.He loves his mum and dad. He likes to ride bikes, play hide and seek and tag with his mates and to play baseball. He is very good. He scored a home-run once, you know?!
Health: [Healthy] - List all your ailments here
>Inventory:+ [Pajamas]
+ [Homerun Bat]
>Skills:+ [Hide and Seek - Advanced]
>Companions:+ [Dad]
+ [Mum]
>Bonus:+ [He's just a Child] You are a child and people will treat you as such.
1,2] "Dad… the things are gone… I don't like this. Can we go home please?"
3] "I really don't like this Daddy… also, I have to go peepee real bad."
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04eaa6 No.1478
| Rolled 88, 90, 94 = 272 (3d100) |
>>1473Name: Grandmaster Bob of The RadioTower
Fluff: Bob runs the local Radio Station and performs all sorts of radio plays, where he and guest performers wear armor fight and recite lines supported by charitable donations. Needless to say the RadioTower is his castle.
Health: [Healthy]
Inventory:
[Light Metal Armor]
[60 $]
[Supply Crate]
+ [Laptop]
+ [Webcam - Entrance]
Skills:
[Speech - Professional]
Bonus:
[The Voice] When heard on radio you carry an incredible charisma, able to sway people and convince them of a lot of things, however in person your Speech skill takes a severe penalty, because of your social awkwardness
Companions:
+ [Steffany]
+ [Tiffany]
+ [Big Dog Enkidu]
Well its to let the autopilot have its day, or night in this case.
12 A man needs his rest to stay at the peak of health right? I can always make it up to the listeners tomorrow
3 With a suppressed yawn remind Tiffany to lock the door again.
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04eaa6 No.1481
| Rolled 38, 53, 82 = 173 (3d100) |
>>1473Name: Brandt Smith
Fluff: Brandt was on the up and up, freshly out of West Point, taking his first command of a new batch of fresh recruits in a military base in
Whiteville. Everything was going great for Brandt; just as it always has, and just as it always will….
…right?
Health: [Healthy] -
+ [Concussion]
Inventory: + [M16] (20)
+ [Bayonet]
+ [Combat Fatigues]
+ [Bulletproof Vest (Lvl. 4)]
+ [Mr. Murchin Files]
+ [Mr. Murchin (Double Bagged)]
Skills:
+ [Shooting - Professional]
Bonuses:
+ [Military Man] You're with the military. That's a bonus right there.
Unit:
+ 5 [Soldiers - Injured] M16
+ 1 [Soldier - Dangerously Injured]
+ 1 [Soldier - Blisters]
+ 1 [Humvee - Badly Damaged] - MG
1/2/3. Get to base, drop of the injured man with blisters at whatever qualifies as an infirmary, patch ourselves up, tell the men at the base to keep him under armed guard, then radio whoever the hell is in charge and get new orders.
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04eaa6 No.1526
| Rolled 68, 54, 72 = 194 (3d100) |
>>1472>>Name: Bobby Vermont>>Fluff: I'm Bobby Vermont I was a Cook at a failing bar in Whiteville. I've made a few dollars for sometimes illegal shit. Maybe too much illegal shit. Anyway now a army of druggies has overtaken the streets, I have to pay the mob, & the army is looking for me I'm in deep shit I knew I shouldn't cook that shit >>Health: [Healthy] - List all your ailments here>>Inventory: [Chef Hat] [Cleaver] [Assortment of Cooking Knives] [Bobby's Great Cookbook]>>Skills: [Cooking - Professional] [Cooking (Other) - Advanced] [Asian Combat - Basic]>>Bonuses: [Oh Bobby!] The Cops would like a word with you, the mob just wants your head[Chow Master] With the right ingredients you can make a delicious and healthy meal of Chow Mein. People will like you more and pay well to be fed with this delicious delicacy.1-2 Try to practice my Chow Mein making skills
3.Look for any ingredients for chow mein consumption
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04eaa6 No.1540
>>1474You tried to convince the others to start taking inventory but AJ just waved off, "No need, we probably got enough supplies to last until whenever the army gets here to save us.". Jaime nodded, "Sounds good.", even Monroe was putting his feet up onto the bar counter, "Yeah you should relax Linus, everything will be just fine.". Was it your father's paranoia that was driving you mad or was the fault actually with the seemingly uncaring companions fate had blessed you with? They could impossibly be serious, this could not be a normal reaction. No freaking way.
At least you manage to convince them to tuck in their stuff and while you cannot convince AJ to go cut his daughter's hair he promises that he will make sure she dresses appropriately. Nothing jingling nothing hanging out, surely this will make travelling safer. However your new companions are decidedly against going out. While you are certain that the government will not be able to handle this situation appropriately your companions are certain that it is only a matter of time until everything will be taken care off.
"Let's just sit here, have a pint and wait for this whole thing to blow over.", Monroe said, the others seemed to agree. Convincing them would take some effort.
>Bonus:+ [Tucked In] You and your companions travel safer.
+ [Tucked In] Your companions do not like to travel and will choose the safety of a base over travelling the road as long as they can.
>>1475The dispatch lady leaned backwards and took a few deep breaths, "Please drive.", she said, you were barely able to hear her voice. Your gaze nervously jumped between road and rear mirror trying to keep an eye on the woman as you tried not to drive into anything. Slowly she started talking as you continued to roll onwards barely above walking speed, "Keep an eye out.", you said to Davidson, it was evident that he had to force himself to take his eyes of the dispatch lady, she was really looking rough.
The first part of the story was largely what you expected. Doing her duty as always the dispatch lady had been monitoring the worsening situation assigning people here and there while trying to reach Captain Monroe on another phone. The old Monroe was the younger Monroe's father, there was also a brother but that's about as much as you remembered. Then things started to turn violent. Every now and then people tried to break into the Police Station. Only few officers had stayed behind as they were needed all over town. While people were trying to find the keys for riot and SWAT gear some commotion in the holding cells started. Someone went to check it out, but the entire room got overrun. Somehow somebody had managed to break out of the holding cells and from there on out everything turned into a violent blurr. The entire precinct had been completely overrun, the dispatch lady herself couldn't really tell how she made it out.
With a quick look at your gun to ensure that it was still there you turned around to the dispatch lady, "Were you bit?". An odd light washed over her eyes as you asked. She blinked and looked away, then back to you, "To be honest I-", "LOOK OUT!". Davidson yelled into your ear, your head rapidly flipped around expecting that you were headed straight into a wall, but there was nothing on the road.
Suddenly something heavy hit your car from the side, you could hear the sound of metal bending as your vehicle was pressed to the left at first, but then pulled back to the right as if somebody had just rammed into your car and was now clinging to it. The blood shot from your face, that was probably it. Your head quickly turned back and you managed to get a glimpse of a pair of green eyes staring at the dispatch lady before whatever it was kicked itself off your car and propelled away from it, forcing your car to spin 180° before coming to a halt. "What the hell was that?!", you asked nervously. As you looked over your shoulder you could make out spots where distinct clawmarks had pierced the hull of the car. Davidson was shocked, the dispatch lady had hid her face in her hands and was sobbing quietly.
Was the thing still there? Was it gone? You didn't have much time to figure it out it would seem. Now that your car had been turned you were staring right at a large assembly of people shuffling towards you.
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04eaa6 No.1541
>>1476You turn off the safety. You turn off the safety expertly. Swiftly. In a gracious movement. Barely noticeable, yet awesome. Incredibly swift and soft. Barely a sound. Such an expert. Anyone who would have witnessed that would adore you. Yes they would. You are the best at switching off safeties. You most certainly are.
You keep your eyes on your surroundings here and there you can see something scurrying through the darkness, a green flash here and there. Possibly lights from a TV? The houses weren't all that far away after all. Odd that they hadn't noticed anything yet or come to ask questions. Though these people were here now. The woman followed your orders and they carefully came closer. An unimpressive pair and their pre-teenage son who was holding on to some 'homerun bat'.
They have no weapons that you could identify, except the bat of course. Out of the corner of your eye you see how the suitcase the woman had just planted is slowly rolling away as if someone was pulling it. One of the soldiers quickly walks over to stop it.
Meanwhile they are barely two meters away from you, you are fairly certain that these people pose no threat, but you never knew.
>Bonuses:+ [Do you believe in Magic?] You can switch the safety of your own gun on and off without anyone actually noticing it in any way. Once per encounter change safety status on a weapon of your choice. Up to three times per encounter change safety status on a weapon of your choice that is within arm's reach. Your doing cannot be discovered by conventional means.
>>1477Your father gets increasingly more nervous, but one of the men tells you to step forward. Mum leaves the suitcase behind for now. At least the man said so, surely you could go get it. "Everything will be alright champ.", dad said to you in a calm voice, "We're just going for a little vacation, that's all.". While dad was talking and you were now entirely engulfed by light you could see something creeping towards the suitcase.
That was weird. It looked like a liana? Or a rope? It was hard to tell, it was kind of just growing towards the suitcase. Somehow it managed to grab the suitcase and was now slowly pulling it away into the darkness. The eyes were still gone. This was weird right? Suddenly a person emerged from a light. A soldier, you could easily tell that. You remembered the camouflage from all those tv shows you watched and sometimes on the news. He was wearing a machine gun, that's what Mrs. Holiday always called them when they talked about problems in the world. Was there a problem here? But dad had just said this was a vacation! Maybe dad was lying? Or maybe something else was going on? Who knew. The soldier was obviously headed for the suitcase which was slowly pulling away from him. A funny scenery if the odd liane hadn't been so creepy.
You really weren't sure what to make of this, but you really were hoping for a chance to pee sometime soon. Either way things were slowly starting to move, you caught a glimpse of something green in the distance. But so were the shadows.
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04eaa6 No.1542
>>1541>>1478You leaned back and slowly started to dose off, just to remember in time to tell Tiffany to lock the door, after all it was night and who knew what crazy fans would try to get in. With a silent laugh she turned the key and then walked over to the keypad, "I still can't believe your paranoia actually got Franzis to install this thing. She punched in a set of numbers and with a buzzing sound the shutters lowered themselves over the glass parts of the entrance as well as the door. Sure, nobody could see outside or inside, but it wasn't like that was necessary anyway right? After all all you did in here was sleep and host a radio show. Now that nobody needed to go out you were all set for the night.
Tiffany tucked her twin into a blanket who was already in the land of dreams. She gently patted Steffany and gave her a kiss on the forehead, then she went off to get you a blanket as well. Should you give Steffany a goodnight kiss as well? You were slightly whipping back and forth to decide, but before you could make any decision Tiffany showed up and tucked you into a blanket as well. "'Night Bob.", "Night Tiffany.", she then went off to find herself her own blanket and possibly a pillow as well. Looked like you would have to spend the night sitting.
Either way you were confident that nothing would make it through those shutters, not even a large maggot or larva or whatever. Somewhere in the distance you heard a little explosion. Somebody was celebrating new year early again it would seen.
You awoke the next day lying on the bench. Apparently some things had changed during the night and you didn't have to spend it all sitting upright, however you couldn't remember. The girls had probably planted you in a more comfortable position when they woke up, either way they were gone, or well, they were somewhere else. The shutters were still down so you didn't expect them to have left the building.
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04eaa6 No.1543
>>1542>>1481(You still have to remove the double bagged Mr Murchin from your inventory)
In the middle of the night you arrived back at your base. Battered and bruised with your survivors and an unhappy Doctor in tow you were greeted by the few guards that remained. Even most of the barbed wire had been cut and taken in order to be redeployed somewhere else, with all the holes and unmanned posts you considered the perimiter anything but safe. As you passed by the last few stragglers who were putting whatever they could carry onto the trucks that remained you were lead towards an open exercise field where a transport helicopter was awaiting what you expected to be Mc Murchin.
Two men in black suits greeted you as you exited your vehicle. "Agent Smith.", one of them introduced himself, the other simply said nothing, "Where is Mr. Murchin?", he looked behind you, however the agent didn't seem to mind that H-2 was a complete wreck. As you explained the situation his face remained unchanged, you were unable to tell whether he had already anticipated your soldier's rapid change.
"Things are worse than we expected.", Smith said, the small flinch in the other agent's face revealed that this was not something Smith was supposed to talk about, "Looks like we are going with Plan D, where is Major Banks?". You'd like to know that too. The Agents exchanged a look.
"Plan E?", the other Agent said, but Smith shook his head, "Let's proceed with F right away, we will only loose time otherwise.". He turned back to you. "We require all information regarding Mr Murchin as well as any personell you deem relevant for a potential cure. Once you have done so proceed to one of the four tunnels, which one is up to you. They can all use your help. You will receive new orders once you have arrived.".
>>1526You begin making some Chow Mein. You are incredibly proficient at any rate, already a good cook on your own and with the knowledge of Lao to support you even further. You manage to make a bunch more Chow Mein noodle soups. They really are quite delicious though if you could choose you would always make them fresh, or at least make sure they would be hot once you ate them. It would be a sad waste to eat them cold. Now as for the ingredients you were in luck. Not much was required to make tasty Chow Mein, most ingredients could be found just about anywhere, but Lao had all of them spread across his store. You picked up a few smaller bags of stuff. Things you needed to make your Chow Mein.
How much could you make with this? Hmm, still needed some water. Could always just get it from the faucet, then again there was also bottled water so it did not really matter. After a while you had a what you considered sufficient assortment of ingredients to feed a whole family with Chow Mein.
If it would still taste this well if you had spent your entire day eating nothing more but Chow Mein?
>Inventory:+ 10 [Chow Mein Ingredients]
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04eaa6 No.1544
| Rolled 82, 33, 72 = 187 (3d100) |
>>1543>>Name: Bobby Vermont>>Fluff: I'm Bobby Vermont I was a Cook at a failing bar in Whiteville. I've made a few dollars for sometimes illegal shit. Maybe too much illegal shit. Anyway now a army of druggies has overtaken the streets, I have to pay the mob, & the army is looking for me I'm in deep shit I knew I shouldn't cook that shit >>Health: [Healthy] - List all your ailments here>>Inventory: [Chef Hat] [Cleaver] [Assortment of Cooking Knives] [Bobby's Great Cookbook][(10)Chow Mein Ingredients]>>Skills: [Cooking - Professional] [Cooking (Other) - Advanced] [Asian Combat - Basic]>>Bonuses: [Oh Bobby!] The Cops would like a word with you, the mob just wants your head[Chow Master] With the right ingredients you can make a delicious and healthy meal of Chow Mein. People will like you more and pay well to be fed with this delicious delicacy.1-2 Work a little bit more I need to earn a paycheck
3,See if any druggies are coming or anyone else make sure that they aren't the cops or the mob too
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04eaa6 No.1547
| Rolled 83, 61, 39 = 183 (3d100) |
>>1541
(Nearly Choked on coffee reading that.)
>Name: Jared Bastion
>Fluff: His love for machines and flight is what got him into the the seat of a Chopper. Once he was in it he knew this was where he belonged. Often found conversing with the numerous techs and engineers on the base, assisting with repairs and maintenance work.
>Inventory:
>+ [Military Fatigues]
>+ [M16] (30)
>+ HE Grenade
>+ [9mm Handgun] (15)
>+ [Pilot Helmet]
>Skills:
>+ [Shooting - Basic]
>+ [Piloting - Professional]
>Bonuses:
>+ [Military Man] You're with the fokin' military. That's a bonus right there innit?
+ [Do you believe in Magic?] You can switch the safety of your own gun on and off without anyone actually noticing it in any way. Once per encounter change safety status on a weapon of your choice. Up to three times per encounter change safety status on a weapon of your choice that is within arm's reach. Your doing cannot be discovered by conventional means.
1/2/3: Get the kid and his Folks Inside the Tunnel. Tell the Soldiers to move back Into position.
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04eaa6 No.1548
| Rolled 90, 98, 51 = 239 (3d100) |
>>1540
Name: Linus Verimont
Fluff: Linus's father was a paranoid man. He belied that the world would end in a massive riot and anarchy. As such he made sure his home was ready to massive assault and long periods of bandit sieges. It did not help that Linus's father was a very successful accountant so he had enough money to really turn his home into a hidden fort. The cops had to check in every now and again to make sure the hydroponics where not being used to grow weed.
Besides the rampant paranoia of the end of civilization in rampant anarchy and his father's teaching of how to survive in the event, as well as the psychological effects of that, not much else was abnormal. Linus grew up and became a civil engineer due to his love of his father's old house. A week ago his father passed away and he inherited the mansion/fortress/apoc bunker or as Linus calls it 'The Base' and plans on expanding it when he gets the money. Thankfully it seems dad kept everything in stock.
Health: [Healthy] - List all your ailments here
Inventory: + [Hardhat]
+ [Bunker Key]
Skills: + [Architectural Engineering - Professional]
Bunker:
+ [Energy - Est. 2 Weeks]
+ [Food - Est. 2 Weeks]
+ [Sleeping Space - 1]
Bonuses: + [Soft] You are soft both in heart and resolve, you don't fair as well in personal combat or turning down people in need but children like you.
+ [Bunker] You have a safe home. Expect people to want to take it from you.
+ [Tucked In] You and your companions travel safer.
+ [Tucked In] Your companions do not like to travel and will choose the safety of a base over travelling the road as long as they can.
>Companions:
+ [AJ - Barkeeper]
+ [Jaime - Man]
+ [Monroe - Police Captain]
1&2. "Alright. Although make sure there is something you can use as a weapon nearby wherever you are and some way to get out in an emergency. Call me paranoid but there is still the chance the infected could find us before the government."
3. See if I can make a crude map of the area from what I remember from when I was trying to find this place, before getting heavily drunk.
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04eaa6 No.1551
| Rolled 90, 47, 31 = 168 (3d100) |
>>1542
Name: Grandmaster Bob of The RadioTower
Fluff: Bob runs the local Radio Station and performs all sorts of radio plays, where he and guest performers wear armor fight and recite lines supported by charitable donations. Needless to say the RadioTower is his castle.
Health: [Healthy]
Inventory:
[Light Metal Armor]
[60 $]
[Supply Crate]
+ [Laptop]
+ [Webcam - Entrance]
Skills:
[Speech - Professional]
Bonus:
[The Voice] When heard on radio you carry an incredible charisma, able to sway people and convince them of a lot of things, however in person your Speech skill takes a severe penalty, because of your social awkwardness
Companions:
+ [Steffany]
+ [Tiffany]
+ [Big Dog Enkidu]
1 Starting the morning announcements and promotional advertising that keeps this radio station alive starting with Cookooks Computerstore.
2 Turn on the news
3 Now that business is out of the way perhaps I will order out for breakfast
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04eaa6 No.1555
| Rolled 97, 93, 27 = 217 (3d100) |
>>1543
Name: Brandt Smith
Fluff: Brandt was on the up and up, freshly out of West Point, taking his first command of a new batch of fresh recruits in a military base in
Whiteville. Everything was going great for Brandt; just as it always has, and just as it always will….
…right?
Health: [Healthy] -
+ [Concussion]
Inventory: + [M16] (20)
+ [Bayonet]
+ [Combat Fatigues]
+ [Bulletproof Vest (Lvl. 4)]
+ [Mr. Murchin Files]
Skills:
+ [Shooting - Professional]
Bonuses:
+ [Military Man] You're with the military. That's a bonus right there.
Unit:
+ 5 [Soldiers - Injured] M16
+ 1 [Soldier - Dangerously Injured]
+ 1 [Soldier - Blisters]
+ 1 [Humvee - Badly Damaged] - MG
1/2. Give the agents the file and the good doctor, he'll probably be of more us to them anyway. And of Mr. Urchin, all i know is that he was dead, that thing wanted him enough to destroy a humvee to get him, and that another man on the same floor as him exploded in a bloody mess that turned one of men into…. something, and the other might as well, mention the sick, wounded guy.
3.We need to patch ourselves up before we move out, and look around for anything we can use in terms of firepower, maybe get a new humvee, preferably one with a mk 19, and some SAW's or m60's for the lads. I have a hunch we'll need some firepower if everyone is out and armed for bear. After that, head towards the Eastern Tunnel.
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04eaa6 No.1556
| Rolled 56, 84, 7 = 147 (3d100) |
>>1541
Name: Lil' Billy O'Conner
Fluff: Lil' Billy is 12 years old.He loves his mum and dad. He likes to ride bikes, play hide and seek and tag with his mates and to play baseball. He is very good. He scored a home-run once, you know?!
Health: [Healthy] - List all your ailments here
>Inventory:
+ [Pajamas]
+ [Homerun Bat]
>Skills:
+ [Hide and Seek - Advanced]
>Companions:
+ [Dad]
+ [Mum]
>Bonus:
+ [He's just a Child] You are a child and people will treat you as such.
1] A vacation with soldiers? Maybe we're going to a place where HYDRA is. I wonder if GI Joe will show up. Maybe this soldier man knows him? Let's ask.
2] Tell dad about the liana. Tarzan he aint, but what is he? Also, where are those green eyes gone?
3] Try really hard not to pee my pants. I don't want to appear weak infront of this soldier man.
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04eaa6 No.1570
| Rolled 63, 44, 19 = 126 (3d100) |
>>1540
Fluff: A Police officer, that one cop who's always ready to help out and lend a hand. That one guy who's always got a smile and ready to help Out no matter what happens. Zach is an all around nice guy who became a beat cop to help people out.
Health: [Healthy] - List all your ailments here
Inventory:
+ [Police Uniform]
+ [9mm - Handgun] (15)
+ [Police Batton]
+ [Handcuffs]
+ [50 $]
+ 4 [Guilliano Sandwich]
+ 4 [CocaSoda™]
Skills:
+ [Shooting - Professional]
+ [Speech - Basic]
Bonus:
+ [Protect and Serve] Whiteville isn't that big and you're reknown as friendly neighborhood cop. While people are more likely to trust you people who think they are though are less likely to respect you.
>Companions:
+ [Davidson]
1-2. Rev the engine, until we get a good rpm going them drive through into and out of the horde.
3. Hand the Gun to Davidson and tell him to shoot them if they hang on. Can't shoot while I drive.
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04eaa6 No.1577
>>1544
You continue to work for what little pay Lao has promised you. Of course there is nothing wrong with that, though you do find the people shambling past the store more and more unnerving, however it seems you are lucky as neither the cops or the mob seem to be among them, though Lao seems to very much disapprove of their hungry faces. At some point you think you can hear Lao nailing the front door shut, but you aren't certain as you are far too busy carrying about crates filled with noodles. As you return to the front of the store you see that Lao has not only barred the front door, but the windows as well. He hands you some cash. "Perhaps you should stay for a whire ronger.", he nervously peeked through a hole in the wooden planks, "It is dangerous out there for sure.". You couldn't help but wonder where he got all the wood from.
>Inventory:
+ [40$]
>>1547
You nod and point towards the tunnel, "Get inside and keep heading onwards, our people will be there.", your gaze wandered towards the boy, as your eyes met his mouth opened, "Do you know GI Joe?", he asked innocently. You couldn't help but smile. "Of course I do, all soldiers know him. If you're lucky you just might get to meet him.". With big eyes the boy continued to stare at you as his smiling father passed. Now where was that other guy? You stopped looking at the boy and started looking for the soldier who had broken formation and was now headed towards the suitcase the woman had left behind, "What are you doing?", you asked in a stern voice, "Get back into formation.". "No worries.", he just replied seemingly ignoring your, as you were forced to admit, only questionable authority on the matter, "I'm just getting the suitcase.".
You didn't feel like getting into an argument with the soldier, but just as he was about to reach for the suitcase the boy and his father yelled out of the depth of their lungs. Your head immediately swung around, only to turn back to the soldier. What had they been shouting? It sounded like.. liana?
The soldier noticably jumped back, hastily reaching for his gun as a tentacle like something quickly retreated from the suitcase, as the soldier managed to grab his gun it was pulled back even more rapidly on it's way, lashing back like a whip. As it bolted back it struck the family's car the sheer force flipped it and the car landed on it's roof with the loud sound of crunshing metal. After that, deafening silence. What the hell had that been? Some kind of mutant experiment? Some sort of mechanic joke?
You stared out into the darkness. Nothing. Nothing but a fading green light in the distance.
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04eaa6 No.1578
>>1548
AJ pulled what looked like an old shotgun from beneath the bar counter as Monroe controlled his old revolver. Jaime only had a .45 which was used by nobody really except the cops and people who believed the myth of "stopping power", either way it would seem you were the only one not prepared for the occasion.
Jaime looked around, "Yeah I think we're good. What have you got?". With a bit beating around the bush you admit that you were not packing anything which resulted in a short bit of laughter and a, "No seriously.", only to see them laughing at you a little more. Monroe who took a pity on you handed you his serviceweapon a 9mm handgun which he didn't seem to use for one reason or another. He still had a magazine put away here and there, though you were certain that soon you would need a lot more of it.
After people are done patronizing you you try to sketch up the way you were travelling. Though you make a horrible artist you are fairly certain you got the basics right. The bar was at most three or four blocks from your own house, easily reachable by foot. Of course you were uncertain how easy anything currently was out there, seeing as you were dealing with a zombie apocalypse.
You smiled to yourself, apocalpyse. Was the word really appropriate? For all you knew Whiteville was the only place affected, though there would have to be some sort of reason why that would be the case. Either way, things were looking up for you.
>Inventory:
+ [9 mm (10)]
>Bonuses:
+ [Armed and Ready] Your Companions come with their own nifty set of weapons, hidden in plain sight or otherwise.
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04eaa6 No.1579
>>1551
You turn on your microphone and give the inhabitants of Whiteville a warm welcome ignoring the nasty taste in your mouth. A few jokes here and there you talk about the upcoming wheather, even though nobody delivered the reports, you just made due by checking on some website. Looked like today would become perfectly normal with chances of rain. Switching on the news you wondered what Tiffany and Steffany were up to when you saw Mrs Holiday standing at the top of some building in the early sunlight.
She was wearing a red jacket which complimented her lipstick quite well and her hair gained a lightly redish tint from the light. Certainly she did not have the raw sex appeal Steffany possessed though she did make up for it by unquestionably being the more classy of the two. You hit the volume switch on your remote a few times and slowly her voice starts to become louder, "How the infection has spread remains unclear at this time, but authorities urge civilians to stay inside and wait for assistance.".
You blinked a few times, sounded like you missed an important part of that broadcast. Now there was some sort of infection spreading and you needed to stay inside. Nothing easier. But how about ordering something to eat? You dial up your favorite pizza place, unfortunately nobody picks up. Same with your favorite Asian restaurant and Mexican place. Odd how nobody seems to be working these days.
>>1555
You hand over the stack of files as well as the very displeased Doctor. In turn however the agents seem very pleased. Smith nods, "Good work, Smith.", he said with a hint of a smile, apparently the joke was not entirely lost on him. However any grin he may or may not have had vanished when you explained what exactly happened. The two agents exchanged a look behind their two sunglassed eyes. "At this point it is evidently too late to save your other soldier.", Smith pulled a briefcase from the helicopter and opened it, showing you it's content. Within were three little vials, a transparent fluid was within. They were marked A, B and C. "These are potential antidotes.", Smith explained casually as he closed the suitcase again, the vials safely embedded into the cushion. "They are best applied intravenous, they may however also be employed oraly though effects will in that case take more time and be dependent upon your stomach's content.". He handed you the briefcase without hesitation. "At this point we are unable to tell whether it will actually grant you immunity, cure you or merely slow down the process. How you employ them is up to you.".
The last you saw of Smith was when he entered the helicopter and gave the pilot a pat on the head. As you cleared the field the helicopter's doors closed and the rotors began to turn faster and faster until the vehicle rose into the air and slowly disappeared into the slowly dawning sky.
So much for that. Time to restock and rearm. To your displeasure however pretty much everything was already gone. Even the emergency medical facilities had been completely cannibalized. The last few trucks that were mostly loaded with blankets, mattresses and anything else that hadn't been bolted down were picking up the last few soldiers that had been standing guard outside the now as good as abandoned station.
Looked like you would have to get your supplies from the base at the Eastern Tunnel. Slowly H-2's wheels began to move again as you set out for your destination. Every now and then you passed abandoned cars, stores that had their windows smashed in and pools of blood on the ground. It was like some sort of riot had taken place without you even noticing. You weren't far from your destination as one of your soldiers called out a movement. Not far four soldiers were grabbing chairs and cushions from what seemed to be an empty caffee.
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04eaa6 No.1580
>>1556
The soldier lets you and your parents in and you ask him about GI Joe. To your surprise he tells you that in fact every soldier does know GI Joe and said that, if you were lucky, you could possibly meet him. With big eyes you stare after him as dad carries you further towards the tunnel. Mum seemed especially relieved, but you can also feel dead breathing easier now. For a moment mum turned around, she forgot the suitcase, but lucky for her a nice soldier was already getting it.
Now where did those green eyes go anyway, "Dad did you see the liana?". Dad stopped and looked at you, "What Liana?", he asked in a concerned voice, turning around. "That one!", you almost yelled pointing out to the suitcase which the liana had now almost reached. The soldier trying to get the suitcase was still chatting with another soldier, "Liana!", your father yelled loudly into your ear. He could have at least warned you. Everyone's heads snapped around and were now staring at you and dad, but only for a second as they all flipped into the opposing direction to stare at the soldier who was now hastily backing away from the suitcase trying to go for his machinegun.
Something happened and suddenly the liana lashed back like a whip, stricking your car on it's desperate retreat so quickly that the car flipped over and landed on it's roof with a crashing sound. For a tense moments all the soldiers stared into the darkness trying to find to make out the liana, but it didn't come back. You could see a bunch of green eyes making off in the distance, always looking towards you every now and then as they slowly vanished.
Now that had been exciting. You could feel something warm run down your leg. Uh-oh. Nonono. You looked down and saw a dark spot growing on your pants.
Your dad was far too occupied to stare off into the darkness to do anything about it. Of course nobody was allowed to know you peed your pants anyway! And it wasn't even cause you were scared it was only cause you had to pee in the first place! This wasn't fair!
>>1570
You pushed the gas pedal a few times, feeling risky. Not necessarily unlike you but usually you didn't try to run over a horde of people shambling about. "Is this really such a great idea?", Davidson asked throwing a concerned look at the group that was headed towards you, "If whatever just jumped us hits us while we drive through we are dead meat. Deader than dead.". Of course you knew that. A well calculated risk you had to take.
You took the gun from your holster and handed it to Davidson, a breach in the code of conduct no doubt, but this certainly qualified as an extreme situation. You went back to focusing on killing a bunch of people with your car. You saw a second larger group slowly beginning to merge with the first one. This was as good as it would get. Your wheels spinning on the asphalt you rapidly catapulted your car into the crowd. Bodies smash into your windshield and it dangerously bends inwards. You are barely able to see anything now and you certainly don't want to hang your head out of the window to see what's going on. Uncertain what to do you drive straight ahead until you are rapidly stopped. Looks like you hit a wall. Looking out the side of your window you realize that you have indeed run into a wall. A look into your rear mirror reveals that you have a bloody lane into the horde but they have only turned around and are now shambling towards you once more. Light smoke was emerging from the engine compartment as Davidson pushed the windshield out of it's frame. At least you could see again, but in this scenario you wanted to refrain from driving through a horde again if you were able to. Quickly you set back and took a right turn, leaving the horde somewhat behind.
This car would get you a bit further, but the suspicious chugging from the engine compartment was anything but a good sign.
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04eaa6 No.1581
| Rolled 11, 33, 29 = 73 (3d100) |
>>1577
>>Name: Bobby Vermont
>>Fluff: I'm Bobby Vermont I was a Cook at a failing bar in Whiteville. I've made a few dollars for sometimes illegal shit. Maybe too much illegal shit. Anyway now a army of druggies has overtaken the streets, I have to pay the mob, & the army is looking for me I'm in deep shit I knew I shouldn't cook that shit
>>Health: [Healthy] - List all your ailments here
>>Inventory: [Chef Hat] [Cleaver] [Assortment of Cooking Knives] [Bobby's Great Cookbook][(10)Chow Mein Ingredients][40$]
>>Skills: [Cooking - Professional] [Cooking (Other) - Advanced] [Asian Combat - Basic]
>>Bonuses: [Oh Bobby!] The Cops would like a word with you, the mob just wants your head[Chow Master] With the right ingredients you can make a delicious and healthy meal of Chow Mein. People will like you more and pay well to be fed with this delicious delicacy.
1-2-3 Train with him in the art of his combat moves need to escape the police and mob while fending off a druggie and I don't want to be bitten with aids
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04eaa6 No.1582
| Rolled 19, 22, 32 = 73 (3d100) |
>>1580
Fluff: A Police officer, that one cop who's always ready to help out and lend a hand. That one guy who's always got a smile and ready to help Out no matter what happens. Zach is an all around nice guy who became a beat cop to help people out.
Health: [Healthy] - List all your ailments here
Inventory:
+ [Police Uniform]
+ [9mm - Handgun] (15)
+ [Police Batton]
+ [Handcuffs]
+ [50 $]
+ 4 [Guilliano Sandwich]
+ 4 [CocaSoda™]
Skills:
+ [Shooting - Professional]
+ [Speech - Basic]
Bonus:
+ [Protect and Serve] Whiteville isn't that big and you're reknown as friendly neighborhood cop. While people are more likely to trust you people who think they are though are less likely to respect you.
>Companions:
+ [Davidson]
1.Take the Car as far as we can before it quits on us. Preferably to the old fish and game shop. Should be ammo and guns there. Also Get my gun back, no offense to Davidson but i'm a better shot.
2.When the Car Goes caput walk the rest of the way quickly with eyes open so more zombies don't sneak up on us. Dispatch lady takes point.
3. Ask dispatch again was she it since that thing interrupted us last time. She's either covered in biohazard blood or a ticking time bob and i need to know.
3. Ask
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04eaa6 No.1583
| Rolled 88, 67, 11 = 166 (3d100) |
>>1578
Name: Linus Verimont
Fluff: Linus's father was a paranoid man. He belied that the world would end in a massive riot and anarchy. As such he made sure his home was ready to massive assault and long periods of bandit sieges. It did not help that Linus's father was a very successful accountant so he had enough money to really turn his home into a hidden fort. The cops had to check in every now and again to make sure the hydroponics where not being used to grow weed.
Besides the rampant paranoia of the end of civilization in rampant anarchy and his father's teaching of how to survive in the event, as well as the psychological effects of that, not much else was abnormal. Linus grew up and became a civil engineer due to his love of his father's old house. A week ago his father passed away and he inherited the mansion/fortress/apoc bunker or as Linus calls it 'The Base' and plans on expanding it when he gets the money. Thankfully it seems dad kept everything in stock.
Health: [Healthy] - List all your ailments here
Inventory: + [Hardhat]
+ [Bunker Key]
+ [9 mm (10)]
Skills: + [Architectural Engineering - Professional]
Bunker:
+ [Energy - Est. 2 Weeks]
+ [Food - Est. 2 Weeks]
+ [Sleeping Space - 1]
Bonuses: + [Soft] You are soft both in heart and resolve, you don't fair as well in personal combat or turning down people in need but children like you.
+ [Bunker] You have a safe home. Expect people to want to take it from you.
+ [Tucked In] You and your companions travel safer.
+ [Tucked In] Your companions do not like to travel and will choose the safety of a base over travelling the road as long as they can.
+ [Armed and Ready] Your Companions come with their own nifty set of weapons, hidden in plain sight or otherwise.
>Companions:
+ [AJ - Barkeeper]
+ [Jaime - Man]
+ [Monroe - Police Captain]
"Great. Now I guess this goes without saying but please try not to use those unless necessary. Assuming the infected can hear as well as people a gunshot could draw them."
1-3. Get an accurate count on our stores of food, bottled water/booze, any power generation in case of emergency, and anything else that could be of use. Try not to infringe on anyone's rights without asking. In fact: "Mind if I get an accurate count on everything? Sorry for being so worrying, but I'm an engineer, I'm taught to make sure numbers are accurate. Anything else and things go downhill and I get blamed."
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04eaa6 No.1588
| Rolled 40, 36, 30 = 106 (3d100) |
>>1579
Name: Grandmaster Bob of The RadioTower
Fluff: Bob runs the local Radio Station and performs all sorts of radio plays, where he and guest performers wear armor fight and recite lines supported by charitable donations. Needless to say the RadioTower is his castle.
Health: [Healthy]
Inventory:
[Light Metal Armor]
[60 $]
[Supply Crate]
+ [Laptop]
+ [Webcam - Entrance]
Skills:
[Speech - Professional]
Bonus:
[The Voice] When heard on radio you carry an incredible charisma, able to sway people and convince them of a lot of things, however in person your Speech skill takes a severe penalty, because of your social awkwardness
Companions:
+ [Steffany]
+ [Tiffany]
+ [Big Dog Enkidu]
1 Look for Steffany and Tiffany, this news seems pretty important and surely there must be more to this story the flue doesn't usually quarantine an entire city in a day.
23 Try to get an authority on the landline, on the radio or answers
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04eaa6 No.1589
| Rolled 60, 23, 92 = 175 (3d100) |
>>1579
Name: Brandt Smith
Fluff: Brandt was on the up and up, freshly out of West Point, taking his first command of a new batch of fresh recruits in a military base in
Whiteville. Everything was going great for Brandt; just as it always has, and just as it always will….
…right?
Health: [Healthy] -
+ [Concussion]
Inventory: + [M16] (20)
+ [Bayonet]
+ [Combat Fatigues]
+ [Bulletproof Vest (Lvl. 4)]
+ [Mr. Murchin Files]
Skills:
+ [Shooting - Professional]
Bonuses:
+ [Military Man] You're with the military. That's a bonus right there.
Unit:
+ 5 [Soldiers - Injured] M16
+ 1 [Soldier - Dangerously Injured]
+ 1 [Soldier - Blisters]
+ 1 [Humvee - Badly Damaged] - MG
1/2/3. "Just what in the SamHell is going on here? Why aren't you men at one of the tunnels? And why are you looting a coffee shop? Just what happened here?"
Whisper to the gunner to keep them under sights, if they motion to fire one us, fill them full of lead.
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04eaa6 No.1590
| Rolled 6, 37, 41 = 84 (3d100) |
>>1577
>Name: Jared Bastion
>Fluff: His love for machines and flight is what got him into the the seat of a Chopper. Once he was in it he knew this was where he belonged. Often found conversing with the numerous techs and engineers on the base, assisting with repairs and maintenance work.
>Inventory:
>+ [Military Fatigues]
>+ [M16] (30)
>+ HE Grenade
>+ [9mm Handgun] (15)
>+ [Pilot Helmet]
>Skills:
>+ [Shooting - Basic]
>+ [Piloting - Professional]
>Bonuses:
>+ [Military Man] You're with the fokin' military. That's a bonus right there innit?
+ [Do you believe in Magic?] You can switch the safety of your own gun on and off without anyone actually noticing it in any way. Once per encounter change safety status on a weapon of your choice. Up to three times per encounter change safety status on a weapon of your choice that is within arm's reach. Your doing cannot be discovered by conventional means.
1. "Uh, sir. Mind explaining what just happened?"
2/3. Try to radio in with the soldiers we sent out.
3.
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04eaa6 No.1648
>>1581
"The art of combat! Hah!", Lao laughed at you, "Nobody here know anything rike that!". He grabbed one of the boards and pulled on it to check if it had been nailed properly. Apparently it was solid enough. With a sigh Lao went into the back room and you followed, it was mostly a storage room with food and other household supplies however there was also a small corner with a sleeping bag and some blankets. "You sreep now.", Lao ordered you, "I wirr go and get some stuff. I wirr be back tomorrow, you make sure nobody comes into the store when it's crosed.".
>>1582
You began backing up to turn the car around. With a tuckering sound it rolled a few more meters before the engine completely died. Exchanging a nervous look with Davidson he handed you the gun and you got out of the car. The large horde was now shuffling towards you again. Slowly the dispatch lady got out of the car, cursing she caught up to you as you headed in what you were expecting was the Fish and Game shop. When you ordered the dispatch lady to take the lead protested. She didn't even know where you were going! However you care little and just point them in what you expect to be the right direction.
After some time you noticed how she was hobbling, getting slower and slower. You repeated your question whether she was bit. Now she apparently had the time to reply. "Yeah.", she said, not turning back, "One of them got me on the ankle.". Without a word Davidson quickly walked up to her and picked her up with his strong arms. "No use stressing it.", he said. Carrying on as if she weighed nothing.
>>1583
"Sure thing.". AJ said, clapping a small clipboard on the counter, "This is a count of the stuff we have. Of course we still have to account for the stuff that we used up last night, but I don't think this will make all that much of a difference.".
After a short review of all the things on the list you come to the conclusion that you should be able to live something more than a week of all the crisps and other little snacks that are in the storage. Concerning fluids you should easily be capable of holding out for a month, two if you count the alcoholic beverages as well. Of course the numbers could continue to fluctuate depending on whether or not more people would draw from the supplies.
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04eaa6 No.1649
>>1588
It didn't take you long to find them. Steffany was almost lying on top of Enkidu, her hands buried somewhere in the fluffy fur as she praised the dog in all languages and possible ways, "Good fluffy dog.", she murmured into it's ear. She was wearing nothing but her underpants and a black t-shirt with two horns on a big red "devil" lettering.
Her twin was standing nearby, shooting looks over a cup of tea at Steffany. Tiffany was wearing a white t-shirt with a halo over a yellow lettering that spelled "angel". You were certain that this was no coincidence.
So at least you knew where they were. Still a little tired you turned on your radio and called for authorities to give you a call. However nobody seemed to answer. You didn't do it for long but you still tried every then and again. Perhaps later you would be luckier.
>>1589
The closest guy gave you a concerned look, "What the hell happened to you?", he asked in a mix of concern and contained amusement as the others simply carried on without spending much time looking at you. As you questioned him you could see the confusion on his face, "We are not looting anything. We are merely repossessing some chairs for our base in the Eastern tunnel, I'm sure Lieutenant Monroe will back us up.".
Well, what can you do? If you were to act against the explicit orders of a superior officer you'd be fucked then again, who knew if they were lying? In the distance you heard the sound of crushing metal. The head of the soldier you were talking to only seconds before rapidly turned east.
"Fuck! The tunnel!", the other soldiers stared east, "What the fuck are you waiting for?!", he turned to them, "Go! Go! Go!".
Dropping anything they had in their hands the soldiers quickly picked up their rifles and stormed off East.
>>1590
He looked at you with big eyes, "What?", he let his son down, "I-i don't know?". The man seemed genuinely confused, but your fellow soldiers seemed very convinced of the idea that he had something to do with it. "What the fuck did you do?", one of them pushed the muzzle of his gun into the man's neck, "Nothing! I did nothing!", the soldier hit the man, "I asked you what you did!". His wife screamed something but another soldier pushed her back, the child did not seem to comprehend.
While the other soldiers continued to harass the man you opened the radio channel, "Where the hell are you guys?", you demanded to know, you almost immediately received a reply. In a heavily breathing rhythm the leader of the excursion reports that they were double timing it back to the tunnel. They had heard a crash or something, what was up with that?
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04eaa6 No.1650
| Rolled 10, 40, 42 = 92 (3d100) |
>>1648
Name: Zach Similis
Fluff: A Police officer, that one cop who's always ready to help out and lend a hand. That one guy who's always got a smile and ready to help Out no matter what happens. Zach is an all around nice guy who became a beat cop to help people out.
Health: [Healthy] - List all your ailments here
Inventory:
+ [Police Uniform]
+ [9mm - Handgun] (15)
+ [Police Batton]
+ [Handcuffs]
+ [50 $]
+ 4 [Guilliano Sandwich]
+ 4 [CocaSoda™]
Skills:
+ [Shooting - Professional]
+ [Speech - Basic]
Bonus:
+ [Protect and Serve] Whiteville isn't that big and you're reknown as friendly neighborhood cop. While people are more likely to trust you people who think they are though are less likely to respect you.
>Companions:
+ [Davidson]
"Alight I'll cover you two, Keep an eye out. If you start feeling weird (dispatch lady's name here) let us know. Alright? We've got no idea how this zombie thing works. Hopefully we can get to the shop and they'll have some first aid gear to patch you up."
1-2 Proceed to shop Fish and game shop
3.Keep an eye out for enemies, survivors, useful items(for example a bludgeon for Davidson to use on any zombies that get too close), and opportunities to get another ride.
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04eaa6 No.1651
| Rolled 21, 41, 44 = 106 (3d100) |
>>1648
>>Name: Bobby Vermont
>>Fluff: I'm Bobby Vermont I was a Cook at a failing bar in Whiteville. I've made a few dollars for sometimes illegal shit. Maybe too much illegal shit. Anyway now a army of druggies has overtaken the streets, I have to pay the mob, & the army is looking for me I'm in deep shit I knew I shouldn't cook that shit
>>Health: [Healthy] - List all your ailments here
>>Inventory: [Chef Hat] [Cleaver] [Assortment of Cooking Knives] [Bobby's Great Cookbook][(10)Chow Mein Ingredients][40$]
>>Skills: [Cooking - Professional] [Cooking (Other) - Advanced] [Asian Combat - Basic]
>>Bonuses: [Oh Bobby!] The Cops would like a word with you, the mob just wants your head[Chow Master] With the right ingredients you can make a delicious and healthy meal of Chow Mein. People will like you more and pay well to be fed with this delicious delicacy.
1-2 Best to be sure that a few druggies aren't in the store or any mafiosos double check any exits and any openings
3. Try to create a makeshift meth lab in a faraway corner. Heh I was once a dealer and cooker in Whiteville. Building this should be hard but the scraps should be easy to find. Tried to build one last time resulted in mob members getting killed and cops swarming the joint. To this day I somehow wandered did I cook a bad batch or did my debt of the mob caused this. Now I have suspicions that Lao is really a Yakuza assassin or the mob boss. I'm good at cooking but I'm not very good at making some technical shit
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04eaa6 No.1652
| Rolled 51, 84, 84 = 219 (3d100) |
>>1648
Name: Linus Verimont
Fluff: Linus's father was a paranoid man. He belied that the world would end in a massive riot and anarchy. As such he made sure his home was ready to massive assault and long periods of bandit sieges. It did not help that Linus's father was a very successful accountant so he had enough money to really turn his home into a hidden fort. The cops had to check in every now and again to make sure the hydroponics where not being used to grow weed.
Besides the rampant paranoia of the end of civilization in rampant anarchy and his father's teaching of how to survive in the event, as well as the psychological effects of that, not much else was abnormal. Linus grew up and became a civil engineer due to his love of his father's old house. A week ago his father passed away and he inherited the mansion/fortress/apoc bunker or as Linus calls it 'The Base' and plans on expanding it when he gets the money. Thankfully it seems dad kept everything in stock.
Health: [Healthy] - List all your ailments here
Inventory: + [Hardhat]
+ [Bunker Key]
+ [9 mm (10)]
Skills: + [Architectural Engineering - Professional]
Bunker:
+ [Energy - Est. 2 Weeks]
+ [Food - Est. 2 Weeks]
+ [Sleeping Space - 1]
Bonuses: + [Soft] You are soft both in heart and resolve, you don't fair as well in personal combat or turning down people in need but children like you.
+ [Bunker] You have a safe home. Expect people to want to take it from you.
+ [Tucked In] You and your companions travel safer.
+ [Tucked In] Your companions do not like to travel and will choose the safety of a base over travelling the road as long as they can.
+ [Armed and Ready] Your Companions come with their own nifty set of weapons, hidden in plain sight or otherwise.
>Companions:
+ [AJ - Barkeeper]
+ [Jaime - Man]
+ [Monroe - Police Captain]
1-3. "It seems like we only have food for a week. That should work, for now. It will go down a lot faster if we find any other survivors. Try not to drink too much of the strong stuff and we should start watering down the stuff we should be careful about tap water when the electricity goes off. Monroe, you wouldn't happen to remember training for emergency situations, would you?"
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04eaa6 No.1653
| Rolled 48, 41, 46 = 135 (3d100) |
>>1649
Name: Grandmaster Bob of The RadioTower
Fluff: Bob runs the local Radio Station and performs all sorts of radio plays, where he and guest performers wear armor fight and recite lines supported by charitable donations. Needless to say the RadioTower is his castle.
Health: [Healthy]
Inventory:
[Light Metal Armor]
[60 $]
[Supply Crate]
+ [Laptop]
+ [Webcam - Entrance]
Skills:
[Speech - Professional]
Bonus:
[The Voice] When heard on radio you carry an incredible charisma, able to sway people and convince them of a lot of things, however in person your Speech skill takes a severe penalty, because of your social awkwardness
Companions:
+ [Steffany]
+ [Tiffany]
+ [Big Dog Enkidu]
"Breaking news gang, some kind of infection is in town and everyone has to stay inside and wait till this blows over"
1 Spread the word and tell people to stay in doors and wait for this to blow over
2 Maybe I can get a word about this infection from someone listening out there, and hopefully it won't be too much nonsense
3 "Lets play a game to pass the time"
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04eaa6 No.1699
| Rolled 46, 70, 77 = 193 (3d100) |
>>1649
>Name: Jared Bastion
>Fluff: His love for machines and flight is what got him into the the seat of a Chopper. Once he was in it he knew this was where he belonged. Often found conversing with the numerous techs and engineers on the base, assisting with repairs and maintenance work.
>Inventory:
+ [Military Fatigues]
+ [M16] (30)
+ HE Grenade
+ [9mm Handgun] (15)
+ [Pilot Helmet]
>Skills:
+ [Shooting - Basic]
+ [Piloting - Professional]
>Bonuses:
+ [Military Man] You're with the fokin' military. That's a bonus right there innit?
+ [Do you believe in Magic?] You can switch the safety of your own gun on and off without anyone actually noticing it in any way. Once per encounter change safety status on a weapon of your choice. Up to three times per encounter change safety status on a weapon of your choice that is within arm's reach. Your doing cannot be discovered by conventional means.
1/2. "Alright guys. Break it up. Just let them and the kids pass. I'm not even sure If they'll make it out of this tunnel without being shot by someone higher up. Now, all of you get behind the barricade. Safeties Off. If what ever the fuck that was comes back we light it up!. "
3. "Some Huge Tentacle thing flipped a car, seemed to becoming from the main road. HURRY THE FUCK UP!"
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04eaa6 No.1738
| Rolled 50, 54, 65 = 169 (3d100) |
>>1649
Name: Brandt Smith
Fluff: Brandt was on the up and up, freshly out of West Point, taking his first command of a new batch of fresh recruits in a military base in
Whiteville. Everything was going great for Brandt; just as it always has, and just as it always will….
…right?
Health: [Healthy] -
+ [Concussion]
Inventory: + [M16] (20)
+ [Bayonet]
+ [Combat Fatigues]
+ [Bulletproof Vest (Lvl. 4)]
+ [Mr. Murchin Files]
Skills:
+ [Shooting - Professional]
Bonuses:
+ [Military Man] You're with the military. That's a bonus right there.
Unit:
+ 5 [Soldiers - Injured] M16
+ 1 [Soldier - Dangerously Injured]
+ 1 [Soldier - Blisters]
+ 1 [Humvee - Badly Damaged] - MG
1/2/3. "Fuck it, I want to be able to shoot at whatever the fuck has been fucking with us! GET THE FUCK TO THAT TUNNEL AND SHOOT WHATEVER THE FUCK WALKING DEAD TRY TO STOP US!"
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04eaa6 No.1745
>>1650
Your way to the fish and game shop proceeded uncomfortably slow. While the dispatch lady doesn't seem to really slow Davidson down it's the swaths of zombies that really get you. Just when you thought you had a clear path somewhere up ahead one would come from an alleyway and before you knew it ten more would join him.
Sneaking and sprinting in short intervals you finally make it to the fish and game shop. Why exactly there would be a fish and game shop in a place with no place to fish and no animals to shoot was beyond you. You corrected yourself, technically there was the barrier lake though you've never really thought about whether there were fish in there.
The shop's windows were still intact, however you couldn't look through as they were barred from inside. The shield said "closed" though you had no idea whether this was supposed to be some sort of joke.
>>1651
You walked through the store checking all the exits. There were three of them, one being the large entrance in the front, the two others being smaller locked doors in the back. After ensuring that nobody was in the front trying to spy inside you went to the back. First door checked out clear as well. The second? Not so much. A number of people were forcing themselves onto the door, one of them had a bloodsmeared face and was making odd noises as he shoved his face against the small glass square in the top quarter of the door. At least you were confident it would hold. The door was made of metal as far as you could tell.
After ensuring that all the exits were "clear" you continued onwards in your quest of constructing a meth lab. Now you weren't sure why you had believed this to be a good idea and you weren't sure either as to why you believed this would not turn out horribly in the end, but hey, you knew how to cook and your talent was going to waste.
Searching around for the proper ingredients you manage to set up some basics of a meth lab. Of course you had no face mask and the noxious fumes couldn't really get out anywhere but hey, you had the technology! And the knowledge of course. Now how would Lao feel about this?
>>1652
Monroe laughed as he leaned back and crossed his feet on the table. "Training for emergency situations? What emergencies?", he folded his hands in his lap. "We have never had an earthquake, there are no volcanoes nearby, no tornados, hell we haven't even had a flood in ages.". After a bit of looking around he continued, "I do know the military plans however. My son is working with the military and he told me that in pretty much any kind of emergency they lock down the tunnels since they are basically the only access points from the city. That way they are able to regulate supplies and transport for any evacuations.".
So much for that, not really the best lead. "Anyway, there is also the bunker beneath the city hall.", you listened up, "It's for 'essential personell only' so naturally I got a keycard on my own. It was originally constructed as a shelter for a nuclear attack, but I'm certain anyone inside the town hall is already cramped in there so we can as good as forget those supplies unless of course we plan on going there ourselves and settling in.".
The old Police Chief looked around at you and the others, "Of course you aren't strictly speaking allowed in there but I'm sure they wouldn't object. This old man still has some authority after all.", he patted himself on his belly and leaned back.
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04eaa6 No.1746
>>1653
You turn on your microphone and do what's best for the people. Tell them to stay indoors. "Just keep your head down and wait for the authorities to sort it all out.", you were certain you had at least reached some people who had been unaware of the situation, but now was also the time to get the piece of information that you still lacked. So what was this thing anyway? How did it spread? Putting the question out to your listeners you had to wait a few minutes for the calls to come in and they did.
It was mostly horror stories, authorities were not responding their calls. Somebody claimed the police station had been overrun. Somebody had seen someone else squashed by a liana like tentacle while others told about strange eyes lurking in the shadows, watching them.
But one thing came out amongst all the reports. The dead were alive and kicking. Well not kicking, but walking, pulling and biting. It seemed like somebody had taken it right from a bad horror movie. Who believed in zombies right? But what kind of elaborate prank call was this? Perhaps some guys of the internet had come together to play a prank on the radio moderator? Unlikely, they were so diverse. Old people, even women.
Sweating a little you got up from your chair and headed down to Tiffany and Steffany who were slowly getting dressed, "Let's play a game to pass the time.", you proclaimed. While Tiffany looked at you suspiciously, Steffany gave you a large smile, "What do you want to play?".
>>1699
Grumbling they let the people pass. They did not seem happy, neither did the family. Somehow the woman had managed to get a hold of her suitcase and now they were headed into the tunnel. Good on them, or maybe not, who knew at this point? The other soldiers took up positions behind the barricade. A number of clicks could be heard as people turned off their safeties. Now they stared into the darkness. But there was nothing to be seen. Wherever the liana had gone it didn't seem to be moving closeby. Or at least not that you could tell.
In the distance another headlight emerged and slowly a Humvee came into sight. It looked miserably, the entire chassis was dented and a grim looking gunner was at the top. These were your guys no doubt. Not the ones you had sent out, sure, but they were part of the military.
Not far from the barricade the vehicle stopped and one of them left, marching up to the barricade with a quick step. He introduced himself as Brandt Smith looking to join up with the forces located at the Eastern Tunnel. You give him the go ahead, what else could you do?
In the distance something else emerged. It was hard to see. You squinted and put your rifle up, but soon you recognized the colors and patterns. Red faced the soldiers who had been trying to make life more comfortable came running towards the barricade. As they saw that the situation had been resolved they cursed, some sat down to get a good deep breath.
>>1738
The engine roared as your Humvee shot ahead into the direction of the tunnel entrance. Whatever it had been the reaction of the soldiers had clearly revealed that this was not a good sign. Buildings scurried past and for a moment you could have sworn from the rooftops green eyes were staring at you, but when you looked again they were gone. Odd.
Before you came onto the lane that lead towards the tunnel you ordered your driver to slow the car down and your gunner to keep a look out. As your car rolled about fourty meters in front of the tunnel you couldn't make out anything, a number of floodlights were shining right at you. No doubt it was intended this way.
You ordered your driver to close in and he came to a halt roughly ten to fifteen meters in front of the barricade. Sandbags could be seen clearly now. Exiting the Humvee you quickly walked over to the barricade. The lack of bullets flying your way had assured you that these were indeed your guys and not somebody elses'. Well not exactly your guys, but they were with the Whiteville garrison.
After a short talk the guy you were talking to introduced himself as Jared Bastion, a pilot from the looks of it who got commandeered due to the lack of actual helicopters, planes or whatever that helmet meant he was flying.
After being given the go ahead your driver navigated the Humvee through a small opening in the sandbags and you were allowed to head deeper inside the tunnel where the headquarters were supposed to be located.
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04eaa6 No.1747
| Rolled 11, 69, 15 = 95 (3d100) |
>>1746
>Name: Jared Bastion
>Fluff: His love for machines and flight is what got him into the the seat of a Chopper. Once he was in it he knew this was where he belonged. Often found conversing with the numerous techs and engineers on the base, assisting with repairs and maintenance work.
>Inventory:
+ [Military Fatigues]
+ [M16] (30)
+ HE Grenade
+ [9mm Handgun] (15)
+ [Pilot Helmet]
>Skills:
+ [Shooting - Basic]
+ [Piloting - Professional]
>Bonuses:
+ [Military Man] You're with the fokin' military. That's a bonus right there innit?
+ [Do you believe in Magic?] You can switch the safety of your own gun on and off without anyone actually noticing it in any way. Once per encounter change safety status on a weapon of your choice. Up to three times per encounter change safety status on a weapon of your choice that is within arm's reach. Your doing cannot be discovered by conventional means.
1. "I hope you guys brought back something useful."
2/3. Radio in HQ, tell them about the liana and ask them If they Could send us some explosives and maybe some cups and coffee.
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04eaa6 No.1751
| Rolled 7, 58, 51 = 116 (3d100) |
>>1745
Name: Zach Similis
Fluff: A Police officer, that one cop who's always ready to help out and lend a hand. That one guy who's always got a smile and ready to help Out no matter what happens. Zach is an all around nice guy who became a beat cop to help people out.
Health: [Healthy] - List all your ailments here
Inventory:
+ [Police Uniform]
+ [9mm - Handgun] (15)
+ [Police Batton]
+ [Handcuffs]
+ [50 $]
+ 4 [Guilliano Sandwich]
+ 4 [CocaSoda™]
Skills:
+ [Shooting - Professional]
+ [Speech - Basic]
Bonus:
+ [Protect and Serve] Whiteville isn't that big and you're reknown as friendly neighborhood cop. While people are more likely to trust you people who think they are though are less likely to respect you.
>Companions:
+ [Davidson]
1. Look for signs of occupation/infestation
2-3. Attempt to get in first by asking then if no one answer s be finding an opening. If they isn't one try climbing or moving the blocking items.
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04eaa6 No.1752
| Rolled 9, 68, 84 = 161 (3d100) |
>>1745
>>Name: Bobby Vermont
>>Fluff: I'm Bobby Vermont I was a Cook at a failing bar in Whiteville. I've made a few dollars for sometimes illegal shit. Maybe too much illegal shit. Anyway now a army of druggies has overtaken the streets, I have to pay the mob, & the army is looking for me I'm in deep shit I knew I shouldn't cook that shit
>>Health: [Healthy] - List all your ailments here
>>Inventory: [Chef Hat] [Cleaver] [Assortment of Cooking Knives] [Bobby's Great Cookbook][(10)Chow Mein Ingredients][40$]
>>Skills: [Cooking - Professional] [Cooking (Other) - Advanced] [Asian Combat - Basic]
>>Bonuses: [Oh Bobby!] The Cops would like a word with you, the mob just wants your head[Chow Master] With the right ingredients you can make a delicious and healthy meal of Chow Mein. People will like you more and pay well to be fed with this delicious delicacy.
1-2 find some facemask and protective clothing
3. try to find a window that can leak out gases
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04eaa6 No.1753
| Rolled 19, 83, 59 = 161 (3d100) |
>>1745
Name: Linus Verimont
Fluff: Linus's father was a paranoid man. He belied that the world would end in a massive riot and anarchy. As such he made sure his home was ready to massive assault and long periods of bandit sieges. It did not help that Linus's father was a very successful accountant so he had enough money to really turn his home into a hidden fort. The cops had to check in every now and again to make sure the hydroponics where not being used to grow weed.
Besides the rampant paranoia of the end of civilization in rampant anarchy and his father's teaching of how to survive in the event, as well as the psychological effects of that, not much else was abnormal. Linus grew up and became a civil engineer due to his love of his father's old house. A week ago his father passed away and he inherited the mansion/fortress/apoc bunker or as Linus calls it 'The Base' and plans on expanding it when he gets the money. Thankfully it seems dad kept everything in stock.
Health: [Healthy] - List all your ailments here
Inventory: + [Hardhat]
+ [Bunker Key]
+ [9 mm (10)]
Skills: + [Architectural Engineering - Professional]
Bunker:
+ [Energy - Est. 2 Weeks]
+ [Food - Est. 2 Weeks]
+ [Sleeping Space - 1]
Bonuses: + [Soft] You are soft both in heart and resolve, you don't fair as well in personal combat or turning down people in need but children like you.
+ [Bunker] You have a safe home. Expect people to want to take it from you.
+ [Tucked In] You and your companions travel safer.
+ [Tucked In] Your companions do not like to travel and will choose the safety of a base over travelling the road as long as they can.
+ [Armed and Ready] Your Companions come with their own nifty set of weapons, hidden in plain sight or otherwise.
>Companions:
+ [AJ - Barkeeper]
+ [Jaime - Man]
+ [Monroe - Police Captain]
1-3. "Happen to have a radio? We should get some news or some other information. Hopefully they are not all down."
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04eaa6 No.1755
| Rolled 52, 65, 11 = 128 (3d100) |
>>1746
Name: Grandmaster Bob of The RadioTower
Fluff: Bob runs the local Radio Station and performs all sorts of radio plays, where he and guest performers wear armor fight and recite lines supported by charitable donations. Needless to say the RadioTower is his castle.
Health: [Healthy]
Inventory:
[Light Metal Armor]
[60 $]
[Supply Crate]
+ [Laptop]
+ [Webcam - Entrance]
Skills:
[Speech - Professional]
Bonus:
[The Voice] When heard on radio you carry an incredible charisma, able to sway people and convince them of a lot of things, however in person your Speech skill takes a severe penalty, because of your social awkwardness
Companions:
+ [Steffany]
+ [Tiffany]
+ [Big Dog Enkidu]
12 Get some candles to set the mood
3 "Lets tell some spooky stories, and the winner being the one who tells the spookiest story. Ill go first, https://youtu.be/P11fo00WLMM "
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04eaa6 No.1768
| Rolled 13, 51, 65 = 129 (3d100) |
>>1746
Name: Brandt Smith
Fluff: Brandt was on the up and up, freshly out of West Point, taking his first command of a new batch of fresh recruits in a military base in
Whiteville. Everything was going great for Brandt; just as it always has, and just as it always will….
…right?
Health: [Healthy] -
+ [Concussion]
Inventory: + [M16] (20)
+ [Bayonet]
+ [Combat Fatigues]
+ [Bulletproof Vest (Lvl. 4)]
+ [Mr. Murchin Files]
Skills:
+ [Shooting - Professional]
Bonuses:
+ [Military Man] You're with the military. That's a bonus right there.
Unit:
+ 5 [Soldiers - Injured] M16
+ 1 [Soldier - Dangerously Injured]
+ 1 [Soldier - Blisters]
+ 1 [Humvee - Badly Damaged] - MG
1/2. Head to HQ, get some orders, and maybe see if we can finally patch ourselves up and get some grub.
3.See if the armory is open, Lets get some high caliber kickass, either an M-60 or a SAW
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04eaa6 No.1826
>>1747
In a defeated manner the soldiers folded their hands over their heads. "Well we did have something, at least until that thing happened and we had to run all the way back.". He clapped his hands onto his lap, "At least we know the town around these parts is almost empty. Quiet as a church really. We could just go back and get it again I suppose.".
As you radiod in about the explosives you can hear the voice on the other end just dripping with doubt. They hadn't seen what you had seen. They wouldn't doubt you if they had. Either way they do believe you are in dire need of some coffee and after some time a woman in military fatigues brings you some coffee and surprisingly enough a coffee machine. After a bit of creative rearrangement of the floodlights' wiring you finally get to enjoy your coffee. It's shit.
>>1751
Well this looked just dandy! You were about to waltz in when Davidson grabbed you by the shoulder. You were standing in a puddle of blood, it was slowly leaking outside from under the door. How could you possibly have missed that? In the distance you heard a howl followed by terrified, then painful screams. The dispatch lady shuddered.
Trying to get past the barricade you attempted to grab onto one of the planks that had been used to close the windows from inside, however they were tightly spaced and you had trouble actually grasping one of them. You then realized that you couldn't grab them because the glass was still intact.
"Officer.", Davidson's deep voice made you turn your head before you could do as much as curse yourself. He had a hand on the door handle and was pushing it down, the door giving way with a slight sigh as more blood streamed out of the shop.
>>1752
You looked around for protective clothing. There was some commotion on the back door. Sounded like somebody was banging against it with a sledgehammer. But no time. You were busy right now, trying to find a way to cook. Needed a facemask. They had those, some basic stuff to cover your mouth with. But real protective clothing? Sadly to no avail, but a facemask was a start.
As for the window you had the perfect spot. It was right on the roof and when you opened it it only extended on some metal joints so it wasn't large enough for some junky to crawl through should they start climbing onto the roof, however if they were that desperate they would be able to just punsh in the glass as well. Though the smoke would still be seen, this way you could refrain from having to open a window down here where the junkies would inevitably try to force their way in.
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04eaa6 No.1832
>>1753
AJ put a radio onto the counter and turned it on. It was an old one you were sure, still had the wheel and everything. Though you supposed the newer radios also had that frequency wheel? Who knew? Who owned a radio despite a Bar owned in his late thirties? After a bit of skimming through mostly dead airwaves you found a show moderated by "Grandmaster Bob of The RadioTower" from the looks of it the choice didn't pick Monroe's fancy, but AJ hardly cared and together you listened to whatever news he had to give.
He never really became specific, mostly talking about how there was an epidemy, or a flu or something going about and how people were supposed to stay indoors.
Nothing much useful, except for one or two callers who shared their experiences. Some told gruesome stories of cannibalistic attacks, others reported of large lianas' creeping through town. There were also reports of green eyes though apparently nobody had gotten close enough to find out, which was not to say that anybody was particularly trying to get near them.
>>1755
You got some spooky candles and turned off the light, though the sun was still shining inside and it was kind of ruining the entire thing. You sat down Steffany and Tiffany and began to tell your story. Slowly you came to what you believed to be the scary part, but neither of the sisters seemed particularly impressed with the grand finale. "Soooo that was it?", Tiffany asked, not even trying to hide her boredom.
"I'm sure it was scary.", Steffany tried to defend you, "Perhaps it was just not the right time for it you know?". Tiffany just looked at her in a mix of disbelief and amusement, meanwhile you were turning a little red in the background. A shameful display! You had not managed to scare them at all! Perhaps it just hadn't been the right story? Or was it even you? No, you couldn't think like that! It would only get you down when evidently something else was at fault here! You just needed to find out what it was and make sure that it wouldn't interfere with you telling scary stories again! Right, that was it.
>>1768
You headed deeper into the tunnel, passing a man a woman and a child on your way there. You soon spotted the sandbags and machineguns aimed in your direction, they stopped you and had you exit the vehicle, soon allowing you to meet with the man in charge of the tunnel.
Lieutenant Monroe was a bear of a man, hands on the small table which had a map of Whiteville on it he ordered around his men who were setting up a medical tent, while others were moving ammo boxes and unrolling sleeping bags. Far more interesting for you a bunch of benches and tables had been moved together and not far one of the assinged 'cooks' was preparing a hot meal.
Your heavily injured comrade is swiftly taken into care while the medics are taking a look at you and the others.
After some time you are released to get yourselves some food while two engineers inspect the Humvee. It could take a while for them to fix the thing, either way it's out of your hands.
Dinner is warm, not the best you've had, but one of the better things you enjoyed since having joined the military. Soup is healthy, that's what they always say.
Afterwards you head to one of the weapon crates and dig up a SAW, certainly nobody will miss this. Or question it. You are supposed to be armed anyway.
>Health:
- [Concussion]
>Unit:
- 5 [Soldiers - Injured] M16
- 1 [Soldier - Dangerously Injured]
- 1 [Soldier - Blisters]
- 1 [Humvee - Badly Damaged] - MG
+ 5 [Soldiers - Healthy] M16
>Inventory:
+ SAW (30)
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04eaa6 No.1836
| Rolled 7, 33, 45 = 85 (3d100) |
>>1826
Name: Zach Similis
Fluff: A Police officer, that one cop who's always ready to help out and lend a hand. That one guy who's always got a smile and ready to help Out no matter what happens. Zach is an all around nice guy who became a beat cop to help people out.
Health: [Healthy] - List all your ailments here
Inventory:
+ [Police Uniform]
+ [9mm - Handgun] (15)
+ [Police Batton]
+ [Handcuffs]
+ [50 $]
+ 4 [Guilliano Sandwich]
+ 4 [CocaSoda™]
Skills:
+ [Shooting - Professional]
+ [Speech - Basic]
Bonus:
+ [Protect and Serve] Whiteville isn't that big and you're reknown as friendly neighborhood cop. While people are more likely to trust you people who think they are though are less likely to respect you.
>Companions:
+ [Davidson]
1-2-3. Damn there no way in and no helping them now. Anywhere close by that we can head to, to get dispatch lady patched up Maybe the firehouse or a medical supply shop? Either way we can't stay here we need to move. Of course keep an eye out for zombies.
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04eaa6 No.1841
| Rolled 11, 97, 69 = 177 (3d100) |
>>1826
>Name: Bobby Vermont
>Fluff: I'm Bobby Vermont I was a Cook at a failing bar in Whiteville. I've made a few dollars for sometimes illegal shit. Maybe too much illegal shit. Anyway now a army of druggies has overtaken the streets, I have to pay the mob, & the army is looking for me I'm in deep shit I knew I shouldn't cook that shit
>Health: [Healthy] - List all your ailments here
>Inventory: [Chef Hat] [Cleaver] [Assortment of Cooking Knives] [Bobby's Great Cookbook][(10)Chow Mein Ingredients][40$]
>Skills: [Cooking - Professional] [Cooking (Other) - Advanced] [Asian Combat - Basic]
>Bonuses: [Oh Bobby!] The Cops would like a word with you, the mob just wants your head[Chow Master] With the right ingredients you can make a delicious and healthy meal of Chow Mein. People will like you more and pay well to be fed with this delicious delicacy.
1-2-3 WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU JUNKIE (Confront the Sledgehammer guy)
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04eaa6 No.1854
| Rolled 66, 29, 6 = 101 (3d100) |
>>1826
>>Name: Jared Bastion
>>Fluff: His love for machines and flight is what got him into the the seat of a Chopper. Once he was in it he knew this was where he belonged. Often found conversing with the numerous techs and engineers on the base, assisting with repairs and maintenance work.
>>Inventory:
>+ [Military Fatigues]
>+ [M16] (30)
>+ HE Grenade
>+ [9mm Handgun] (15)
>+ [Pilot Helmet]
>>Skills:
>+ [Shooting - Basic]
>+ [Piloting - Professional]
>>Bonuses:
>+ [Military Man] You're with the fokin' military. That's a bonus right there innit?
>+ [Do you believe in Magic?] You can switch the safety of your own gun on and off without anyone actually noticing it in any way. Once per encounter change safety status on a weapon of your choice. Up to three times per encounter change safety status on a weapon of your choice that is within arm's reach. Your doing cannot be discovered by conventional means.
1. "Fuck, Can't Relax guys. That thing is still out there. Be alert."
2. "How many of us are there? What equipment are you guys packing?"
3. Try to find some way of adding more cover to the tunnel entrance. Maybe we can use some pieces of scrap from the car.
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