/builders/ - Hero and Nation Builders!

Rolled 70, 26 = 96 (2d100)

Name: Jack Tannin

Age: 17

Physical Description: Jack is a tall, white boy, stocky and broad shoulders, and a shock of brown hair, slightly curly. He is toned from his years on the football team, but also scared from the same thing. And he has a fat dick fam, like shit nigga, this thing kills turtles dawg, shieeet.

Background: Jack lives in your standard suburban neighborhood, but he always seemed to be the odd one out growing up. For some reason, he always had a hard time connecting with the other kids, his one outlet and the place where he did really well with other people was the football field. Here is where the boy learned what it means to work hard, and sacrifice, not only for yourself, but for others as well. His life followed a standard pattern of sitting at home and studying, going to school and being bugged to do work for people because he was slightly intelligent and also not a lazy arse and did his own work, and then going home and either playing vidya, going to practice or weights, or studying. This all changed his senior year. For some reason, Jack was popular now. He didn't know why, and he really didn't want it. Really, he just wanted to be alone with his books or at home doing nothing. He's now out of his element, his intelligence keeps him from relating to most of his friends, and something about this new school they all got sent to seems to freak him out. At least his best friend, his cousin Rodger, got transferred here too. He's smart like Jack, even plays football too, but he can play the field as well, as evident by the many girls from their old school that walk funny because of him now.

Stereotype: Jock

HP: 16/16

Combat Modifier:1.3x

Reputation: High fives in the Hallway

Food: BLT, Trail Mix, Dried Fruit

Equipment: Duffel Bag, Football Cleats, Letterman Jacket

Followers: None

Sanity: Socially Awkward

Bonuses: Big Guy; You're a big guy, +1 to combat rolls

Socially Awkward; All this new attention is, well, new. -10 to interactions with Cool Kids

1. "Oh hey Tod, what's up man?" *better find my homeroom, being late on the first day would kill my rep with the teacher* "Wassup Jen, you still going to mark's thing Friday night?" *all these people acting like their my best friend really pisses me off sometimes, my name is fucking john, jenny, get it right you airheaded bimbo*

2. *I better download that app, it will help me find my way around this clusterfuck of a school*

Rolled 88, 22 = 110 (2d100)

>>24720

>Name: Jon Montgummry

>Age: 16

>Physical Description: Average build and height. Brown hair and green eyes.

>Background: Jon is a fairly average kid. He gets average grades. He is nice to everyone he meets and has his friends. Jon is also known as the food kid in the school. That is because he brings a lot of healthy and delicious snacks for anyone who wants them during lunch. Jon inherited his love of cooking from his grandfather who runs his own restaurant, Uncle Dan's, in town. He learned to cook when he was young and started helping his grandfather during the summer when he was able.

>Stereotype:

>HP: 13/13

>Combat Modifier: 1.3x

>Reputation: Who?

>Food: Tritip Sandwich, Coleslaw, Cookies

>Equipment: Backpack, Cookbook,

>Followers: None

>Sanity: Normal

>Bonuses: Easiest way to a Man's Heart; You are a great chef, helps you make friends +10 to gaining followers

Don't eat the Garnish; Your food, while delicious, requires a lot more ingredients to produce.

1&2. Get to know the people of my classes. Try to make a few friends. +10?

Rolled 8, 88 = 96 (2d100)

>Name Joe piscotti

>Age17

>Physical Description: 6'2 olive skin black hair green eyes.

>Background: mixed Italian American was fairly popular and charismatic throughout high school. Hides the fact that he enjoys larping during the summers. Athletic but not an actual jock.

>Stereotype: Cool Kid

>HP: 13/13

>Combat Modifier: 1.3x

>Reputation: High fives in the hallway

>Food: Thermos of soup, Cereal bar, Apple

>Equipment: Large Backpack, MtG deck, roll of Duct Tape

>Followers: None

>Sanity: Normal

>Bonuses: LARPfag: You are skilled in the use of a single type of melee weapon(choose now). +2 to combat rolls when wielding this weapon

In the Closet; Should anyone ever learn of your hidden shame, your reputation will take a severe hit until you do something cool

1. Hang out with friends and draw the clique closer. It always helps to be in charge in high school.

2. Talk to the geeks when I get a chance and no one is looking. Find out what events are gonna be the best to hit up this summer.

[Calvin Schwa]

You weave through the herd of kids flowing into the quad, your nondescript white sneakers squeaking on the dewy grass. Your first class is US History, taught by an old woman. You snag a seat near the middle of the classroom. A few people sit near you, one a tall blond kid wearing a drug rug, another a chubby girl to your left.

[Quint Dorel]

Your phone wont connect to the school wifi at the moment, even though there's no password. Hopefully it will work once you get in the classroom. You manage to find your way up to the top floor and get to your homeroom, right before the tardy bell rings.

[Sandra Blake]

You make it to your AP World History class on time, finding the perfect desk. Centrally located, good view of the whiteboard so long as a basketball player isn't in front of you, and not in the front so the teacher wont call on you all the time. Wouldn't want to get pegged as the know it all. You crack open the textbook that’s waiting on the desk, flipping through the past as you covertly look at the people that are filing in. People either join up with any friends they spot, or sit randomly around the room. All in all, just a normal first day back from summer vacation.

[Yolanda Jorkson]

After finding a seat, you notice a guy walk in. Black jeans with a flannel pattern on one leg, a plethora of wristbands, and scars tracing up his forearms. How /aesthetic/! He sits a few desks away from yours, but you catch a slight glance your way. Blushing, you scribble a few lines onto your notebook.

[Benjamin Pierce]

You make your way to the second floor, wincing slightly when someone brushes past you. Leg's been giving you trouble ever since you hit the water badly at the river. You find a seat by the window, where the September sun shines through the shutters. You have a slightly impeded view of the quad, and the sun is in the perfect spot to be in your eyes. Great.

[Monday Calicott]

You head to homeroom, Functional Analysis and Trig. Always a good thing to wake you up. You get a text from your friend about meeting near the stairway of the west wing, but just as you're about to leave, the final bell rings. Mr. Harvig warns you not to have your phone out in his class.

[Derek Danielson]

You scroll through the map as you walk, trying to memorize the layout of the school. You get the basic layout down, where the stairs and such are, but it'll take much longer to figure out what each classroom is. You get a seat near the door of your homeroom, and sit silently as the bell rings.

[Dave Murphy]

The app uploads quickly, your tricked out phone automatically going over the code and fixing a few minor bugs. Some kid in mud stained white clothing runs directly into you, his hair as white as fresh snow. His eyes are wide with terror, and you can feel his hot breath in your face. Shoving off you, he sprints down the hall, his bare feet slapping on the tile. Weirdo. Probably one of the special needs kids. You continue on to your homeroom, Physiology, though your head is starting to itch annoyingly.

[Michael Kaiser]

Your phone beeps quietly as you sit down in your homeroom, signaling that the download had finished. Your teacher for AP Econ begins by having everyone pair up, and you quickly find that about half the room knows one another. You spot another guy who seems as lost as you, his head rising above the crowd. You partner up with him, and introduce yourself. His name is Jarrod, and no, he does not play basketball.

[Kingsley Creed]

You march double time up the stairway, sliding out of the way respectfully to let a kid in white past. Your first class is PE, Weights Focus. It being the first day, you'll sadly not allowed to work out. You are assigned a locker though, and get to hang out for an hour sitting in the gym bleachers. There's the standard mixture of people in your weights class, about half athletes, and half random kids looking to get a six pack.

[Slick Marino]

You rush up the stairs after rubbing away a spot on your windshield, having forgotten the time. The tardy bell rings as you grab the door knob. Your homeroom looks up at the late entry, every eye in the room on you. A cool grin flashes across your face as you slide into an open seat near the door. To your left is a preppy blond girl, pretty cute, though not exactly your style. A nerdy looking kid is in front of you, his notebook full of drawings that you can barely make out over his shoulder.

[Seumas McDara]

You easily get to the first floor classroom for Woodshop, sitting in the front as more people filter into the classroom. Your teacher, seems like this might be his first year, pauses slightly when looking over the class, before hurriedly continuing. Rubbing at the patch of scarred flesh on the bottom of your jaw, you hunker down and pull out your phone. The floor plan is a bit confusing, especially with the multiple floors that all have to be manipulated to see the room numbers. You figure out the route to your next few classes though, and the easiest way to the cafeteria from your fifth period class.

[Jack Tannin]

Brushing past the groups of people, you quickly navigate your way to the second floor. All this newfound popularity is grating, none of these people really like you. They just like that you can run fast and throw a ball. The AP Calc teacher sits at her desk, working on the Times' crossword puzzle. You find your seat on the chart, and slide into the cool plastic chair. Your damn phone wont connect to the school wifi though, and no way are you gonna waste your data on some map.

[Jon Montgummry]

You report to your first period, French 3. The teacher greets the class in French, and states that no one is allowed to speak English for the whole class period. Other than that, you are basically given free reign. You partner up with a black haired girl wearing a knitted shawl, named Kim. Together, you manage to work through the page. You can hear the slap of bare feet against the tile floor, rapidly moving down the hallway.

[Joe Piscotti]

Sadly none of your friends have the same first period, and worse yet, most didn’t get to transfer to Serenity High School. You do spot one of the guys you LARP with, Greg. He normally plays a thief mage, dagger and a bag of hacky sacks. You chat about some upcoming events, and of course Drachenfest. He managed to convince his parents to let him skip school for a week and fly to Europe. Just a month away! Shame you cant join him, parents would never go for it, and your grades would probably suffer from it. Grabbing your backpack, you slip back to your assigned seat as the tardy bell rings.

Rolled 59, 75 = 134 (2d100)

>>24990

>Age 16

>Physical Description: Average height, average if more msucalur than average build. Dark hair, brown eyes, with a moustache forming over his lips and stubble trying to birth a goatee.

>Background(Determines bonus):Derek is quite frankly an asshole. He has a loud mouth and a foul temper. He also has the unenviable knack of finding/figuring out to piss people off and get under their skin. This had lead to him getting into many fights, in fact he's gotten into more fights in his two years of high school, than most students do in their entire academic career. Derek has gotten good at fighting, whether it is one opponent of many. He ahs no sense of fair play, and any attack made is one with intent to cripple, or incapacitate. The ONLY reason he's not expelled is that in all the fights on school grounds, he's not the first to throw punches. Although usually he is the last.

>Stereotype:Freak

>HP: 14/14

>Combat Modifier: 1.4x

>Reputation: Who?

>Food: Ham sandwich, Protein Bar, trail mix

>Equipment: Backpack, Switchblade Comb, Pack of Gum

>Followers: None

>Sanity: Normal

>Bonuses: Pocket Sand; You have no qualms about doing what it takes to win. +1 to all combat rolls

>Dirty Cheat; People don’t like the kid that kicks everyone in the balls. -5 to peaceful interactions with people

1. BOoooooooooring, still I'm sitting towards the front of the class. Take notes, be attentive. Don't want the teachers on my case first thing. God this is annoying.

2. Scope out the rest of my class, see who they are, how the act and react. don't want to get caught unawares by some tough guy trying to build himself up, or some nerd who snaps.

Rolled 15, 19 = 34 (2d100)

>>24990

>Name: Michael Kaiser

>Age: 16

>Physical Description:

Physically average, short blonde hair, sky blue eyes

>Background(Determines bonus)

Born the only child of the famous Fortune 500 company owner Tomas Kaiser, Michael is a healthy, content and normal child. Though not outstandingly intelligent like his father Michael manages to somehow cheat his way through school getting average greats with little effort. Having been to many different schools due to his fathers views on globalization and hopes to establish international connections Michael has had a hard time making friends, still his almost sanguine personality washes away any negative feelings in the regards.

Always up for anything Michael is a well meaning, good spirited rich kid living a relaxed life with few worries.

>Stereotype: Rich Kid

>HP: 11/11

>Combat Modifier: 1.3x

>Reputation: Who?

>Food: Turkey Club, Fruit Rollup, Mandarin Oranges

>Equipment: Backpack, Fancy Watch, Oakley Sunglasses

>Followers: None

>Sanity: Normal

>Bonuses: Worldly; You've seen schools across the world, and are skilled at understanding how people think. +10 to social rolls

New Kid; Despite your skill with people, you still have a hard time making lasting friendships. -5 to gaining followers

1. A nice day today, he had already been teamed up with another guy. Jarrod. Sure a group partner wasn't a roommate but there could be no harm in getting to know him more.

While Michael had plenty of experience when it came to introducing himself and holding a conversation of his own the real challenge for him was getting to know people more intimately.

The issue was not that he didn't care for them, but they were just far too boring. Nothing was happening in their lives, most of them had hardly been to more than 3 countries and only very few had handled large sums of money.

This occasionally led to Michael sounding patronizing or elitist while actually trying to show interest, something his family found amusing, however the people in his surroundings less so.

- 5 for New Kid

2. Since half of the room already knew each other Michael figured that he could do so as well. Having had his fair share of first days in new schools and having seen various people living up to their stereotypes Michael had made a habit out of starting to categorize people the moment they first met.

While others may have considered this practice arrogant and short sighted it had worked out in Michael's favor more than once, though he was always more than update to broaden and update his set of categories.

Eventually Michael would just have to be his charming self in order to win over his classmates.

+ 10 for Worldly

Rolled 7, 97 = 104 (2d100)

Name: Calvin Schwa

Age: 17

Physical Description: Calvin is neither short or tall, scrawny nor stocky, long-haired nor short-haired, and, indeed, has no physically distinctive features whatsoever.

Background: Calvin is that kid. The one who sat to the left of your lab partner, the one who was a few names behind you in alphabetical order, the one who nobody noticed and nobody cared about until he invented a dot com or showed up to school with a gun. Calvin has never been bullied, because he’s socially invisible. Nobody has ever asked him about his hobbies or his dreams or his hopes, and sometimes he doubts if he even exists at all.

Stereotype: None

HP: 10/10

Combat Modifier: 1x

Reputation: Never Heard of Him

Food: PB&J, chips, 2 apples

Equipment: Backpack, Heavy Jacket, Bunch'a pens and pencils

Followers: None

Injuries: None

Sanity: Normal

Bonuses: Chameleon; You are remarkably unremarkable. +10 to hiding

You are kinda forgettable, and struggle to get people to follow you, -5 to recruitment rolls

1. Homeroom is boring. I ask to go to the bathroom, leave the classroom, and go for a tour of the school, looking for good places to hide out for the rest of the year.

+10 to hiding

2. I sneak into the reception office while the secretary is on her lunch break and take a look through the files, skimming for interesting students.

+10 to hiding

>Name:

Benjamin Pierce

>Age

17

>Physical Description:

kinda lanky, but otherwise relatively normal features.

>Background:

If there was a Pre-pre-med program, Benjamin would probably be in it. He's always been interested in biology, chemistry, and medicine. His parents are both doctors, so he's learned a few tricks from them, and learned a lot more from reading their textbooks. Despite all this he mostly flies under the radar.

>Stereotype: Nerd

>HP: 12/12

>Combat Modifier: 1x

>Reputation: Ohhh, that Ben

>Food: Soylent bag, 2 Mandarin oranges

>Equipment: Bookbag, Grey's Anatomy, Collapsible Cane

>Followers: None

>Injuries: Minor Limp

>Sanity: Normal

>Bonuses: ROP Med; You were in a pre-med class at your last school. You have an extensive knowledge of medicine, as well as +10 to remove injury

1. See if i can get a different seat, with my bad leg and all i should be given a seat with easy access.

2. Take a look around the class, what do i see with me special eyes?

Rolled 97, 18 = 115 (2d100)

>>25056

forgotten rolls

Rolled 29, 3 = 32 (2d100)

>>24991

Name: Jack Tannin

Age: 17

Physical Description: Jack is a tall, white boy, stocky and broad shoulders, and a shock of brown hair, slightly curly. He is toned from his years on the football team, but also scared from the same thing. And he has a fat dick fam, like shit nigga, this thing kills turtles dawg, shieeet.

Background: Jack lives in your standard suburban neighborhood, but he always seemed to be the odd one out growing up. For some reason, he always had a hard time connecting with the other kids, his one outlet and the place where he did really well with other people was the football field. Here is where the boy learned what it means to work hard, and sacrifice, not only for yourself, but for others as well. His life followed a standard pattern of sitting at home and studying, going to school and being bugged to do work for people because he was slightly intelligent and also not a lazy arse and did his own work, and then going home and either playing vidya, going to practice or weights, or studying. This all changed his senior year. For some reason, Jack was popular now. He didn't know why, and he really didn't want it. Really, he just wanted to be alone with his books or at home doing nothing. He's now out of his element, his intelligence keeps him from relating to most of his friends, and something about this new school they all got sent to seems to freak him out. At least his best friend, his cousin Rodger, got transferred here too. He's smart like Jack, even plays football too, but he can play the field as well, as evident by the many girls from their old school that walk funny because of him now.

Stereotype: Jock

HP: 16/16

Combat Modifier:1.3x

Reputation: High fives in the Hallway

Food: BLT, Trail Mix, Dried Fruit

Equipment: Duffel Bag, Football Cleats, Letterman Jacket

Followers: None

Sanity: Socially Awkward

Bonuses: Big Guy; You're a big guy, +1 to combat rolls

Socially Awkward; All this new attention is, well, new. -10 to interactions with Cool Kids

1. Well, I'll need something to write with *HITLER* - or to stab that jew in the neck - *LINCOLN* - or to remind that young white boy his duty to keep this union together and to leave that good negro alone - Stop you two, its not the time nor the place for that.

2. At the same rate, what is going on is this class, I should just sit and observe *HITLER* - or unite the german people and conquer Europe -

Rolled 100, 15 = 115 (2d100)

>>24991

>Name: Jon Montgummry

>Age: 16

>Physical Description: Average build and height. Brown hair and green eyes.

>Background: Jon is a fairly average kid. He gets average grades. He is nice to everyone he meets and has his friends. Jon is also known as the food kid in the school. That is because he brings a lot of healthy and delicious snacks for anyone who wants them during lunch. Jon inherited his love of cooking from his grandfather who runs his own restaurant, Uncle Dan's, in town. He learned to cook when he was young and started helping his grandfather during the summer when he was able.

>Stereotype:

>HP: 13/13

>Combat Modifier: 1.3x

>Reputation: Who?

>Food: Tritip Sandwich, Coleslaw, Cookies

>Equipment: Backpack, Cookbook,

>Followers: None

>Sanity: Normal

>Bonuses: Easiest way to a Man's Heart; You are a great chef, helps you make friends +10 to gaining followers

Don't eat the Garnish; Your food, while delicious, requires a lot more ingredients to produce.

1&2. Someone is running in the hallway barefoot? They are going to get caught by the teachers. Keep practicing french with Kim. +10?

Rolled 13, 90 = 103 (2d100)

>Name: Kingsley Creed

>Age: 17

>Physical Description: Younger version of pic related

>Background: This manly mutherfukker likes to chomp cigars and intimidate his enemies. His father is a military general and his mother was… well, we don't speak about her any more traitor. Kingsley came to the school to make sure that a military program WOULD BE INSTATED, as per his father's orders, but he'll have to get past the first few months first.

>Stereotype: Military Brat

>HP: 15/15

>Combat Modifier: 1.4x

>Reputation: Who?

>Food: MRE

>Equipment: Large Backpack, Bubblegum, Phone

>Followers: None

>Sanity: Normal

>Bonuses: Come on you Apes!; You are an inspiring leader, helping you gain followers. +10 to recruiting followers

Private Pyle; Years of psychological abuse takes it's toll. Failures will result in Sanity loss. Shape up Private!

1/2. Get in with the athletic kids, see if anybody who I know is there, any other army guys?

Rolled 99, 22 = 121 (2d100)

>Name Joe piscotti

>Age17

>Physical Description: 6'2 olive skin black hair green eyes.

>Background: mixed Italian American was fairly popular and charismatic throughout high school. Hides the fact that he enjoys larping during the summers. Athletic but not an actual jock.

>Stereotype: Cool Kid

>HP: 13/13

>Combat Modifier: 1.3x

>Reputation: High fives in the hallway

>Food: Thermos of soup, Cereal bar, Apple

>Equipment: Large Backpack, MtG deck, roll of Duct Tape

>Followers: None

>Sanity: Normal

>Bonuses: LARPfag: You are skilled in the use of a single type of melee weapon(choose now). +2 to combat rolls when wielding this weapon

>In the Closet; Should anyone ever learn of your hidden shame, your reputation will take a severe hit until you do something cool

1. Pay attention to the teacher. We can't get bad grades or mom will ground us again. Nothing makes you seem more uncool than actually getting grounded at 17.

2.With almost all of my friends gone I need to make some new ones. When on break or group work time try to get in with some of the females. Nothing establishes popularity like the females liking you.

Rolled 23, 59 = 82 (2d100)

>>24989

>[Sandra Blake]

[Stats redacted for now, there's no changes anyhow]

1. The bell is rung, so pay attention to the class - but keep an eye on the neighbors, too. Might be able to, gasp, make a friend.

2. In spare time, flip through the book - how much do I already know on this, anyhow?

Rolled 42, 51 = 93 (2d100)

>>24989

>Name: Quint Dorel

>Age: 18

>Physical Description: Tall and slim dark skinned young man, with blue-green hair, blue eyes, and a nose piercing

>Background: Intelligence has always been what Quint has had going for him. His smarts, confidence, and cheery attitude have always made him stand out, which combined with his grades have made him a star student. He does what needs to be done and is rational but fun-loving.

>Stereotype: Nerd

>HP: 12/12

>Combat Modifier:1.2x

>Reputation: Who?

>Food: Pulled pork sandwich, Cereal Bar, Skittles

>Equipment: Backpack

>Followers: None

>Sanity: Normal

>Bonuses: Star Student; You've managed to absorb a lot of stuff in the past 11 years of school, +10 to research rolls

Distinctive; You have a certain…feature…that makes you easy to pick out in a crowd

1,2. Focus in class

Rolled 58, 11 = 69 (2d100)

>>24990

>Name

Slick Marino

>Age

18

>Physical Description

An average height, sort of wiry but toned fella with a distinctive grease-covered hairdo and sort of olive skin; what's it to ya?

>Background

Was part of some gang for most of his highschool life; poor kid had to move and change schools when his family ran into the mean side of the local Mafia; not that this discourages him: Slick intends to use what he learned from his old crew to start a new crew, with him as the lead! He spends the bare minimum amount of effort required to get by the curriculum and comes off as a bit of a slacker from most of his teachers, but he's got an eye for mechanics and makes his shop class proud; fixed up his own motorcycle from the scrap yard this way, a feat which he likes to show off to everyone who asks. Slick don't take no bullshit from nobody, and he don't appreciate it when meatheads try and rough up a pretty lady. When he's not cycling or fixing up his rig, he's playing football with the boys.

>Stereotype: Motorhead

>HP: 113/13

>Combat Modifier: 1.3x

>Reputation: Who?

>Food: PB&J sandwich, Orange, Granola Bar

>Equipment: Backpack, Comb, Grease, Cigarettes

>Followers: None

>Sanity: Normal

>Bonuses: Greased Lightning; You've got a great head for mechanics, even if the technicalities go over the top. +10 for building, retrofitting or repairing machinery

Greasy; Jocks and Rich Kids dislike you, and it's mutual

1.) Yo, teach, where'd ya get your english degree, since all I hear is "blah blah blah blah blah!" See what four-eyes is doing, that seems more interestin' at the moment, though pretend to scribble on a notebook to make it look like I'm takin' notes.

2.) You know what, on second thought, haps' if I actually take a couple real notes this won't be so drugerous next time. Yeah, see if anything coming out of this bore can be applied to automotives, or takin' care of motorcycles, maybe then it might hold my interest or somethin.

[Monday Calicott]

You receive a text from Marci, she's having trouble navigating the school, but you figure out that you have the same third period. After sitting down in your second period class, you fiddle with your hair out of boredom. A clump comes away in your hands. A few other kids have noticed the same phenomenon, one guy pulling entire dreadlocks off without a hint of pain. The teacher, what was her name, starts coughing wetly. Her lips shine bright red, even though she wasn't wearing lipstick.

[Derek Danielson]

You sit back against the desk chair, quietly looking over the syllabus. Looks like you won't have too much homework, mostly just lab work. Thank god for Chem A. Looking over some of the other kids, you note a few that look odd. A pair of nerdy kids, possibly a couple, are reading one of those Japanese comic books together. A guy in a letterman jacket looks as bored as you, a pair of glasses the only thing that mar the perfect image of a Jock. As you watch, a wave of blond hair falls to his shoulders, leaving him bald. Mr. Jokan coughs heavily, a gout of blood splattering on his desk. What the fuck.

[Michael Kaiser]

You spend some time talking with Jarrod, and come to find something. You have nothing in common. Finishing your worksheet, you head back your seat. You talk a bit with the people nearby you, but there isn't much time to talk as Mrs. Lawren starts talking about the requirements of an AP class. "…test will be in April, after which nothing even matters. We'll spend the extra month doing nothing. Her speech is punctuated by a series of wet coughs, followed by a waterfall of blood splattering on the carpet floor. She falls into the pool, amid screams from most of the class.

[Seumus McDara]

The class starts with your teacher talking about safety in the shop. You'll have to spend a while working on safety before you're allowed to work in the shop. He does give you a tour of the shop though. As he talks, you look around the class. A guy looks like he's the kind to star in the school musical, a drama Geek. As your teacher talks about the lathe, you notice people's hair falling out. Mr. Walain drops the cutting tool as blood bubbles out his nose, then falls onto the rotating stock. He lands heavily against the wall, twitching.

[Dave Murphy]

Your laptop homes in on the many wifi networks, a specialized program automatically bypassing the locks and choosing the one with the highest data stream. A minigame pops up as you hack your way into the school's filing system. Your fingers fly over the keyboard, and the data streams glow green against your sunglasses. Seems you are being taught by a bunch of random people. The principle apparently has a large gambling debt, while at the same time being an antique fanatic. Your current teacher plays guitar in band named Staph Infection with a few other teachers. Your classmates have some interesting pasts. As you're reading through them, and stifling your laughter, screams fill the room. Your teacher is on the ground, bleeding out of his mouth and nose

[Calvin Schwa]

Leaving the room, you start wandering around campus. Your adventures lead you to meeting a guy running around, after he sneezes in your face. Real nice buddy. Hall monitors keep you from exploring completely, but you do find your way into the offices on the first floor. The secretary heads to the bathroom, and you slip behind her desk. A few files have been left out, and you take a moment to skim over them. There's a list of noted "problem" children, kids who start fights or hack the school database. There's another file, in a red folder. Before you can read it, you hear a wave of screams, as well as a door nearby rapidly opening and heels clicking on the tile.

[Benjamin Pierce]

You ask your teacher to move seats, and with regards to your leg, he moves you to the front. Woo. Looking over the classroom, everything looks fairly normal. There's one of those plastic skeletons in the corner, and bottles of preserved animals in a large cabinet. Before you can see all the interesting animals in jars, your attention is drawn to your teacher's blood gushing from his mouth. It's like nothing you've never seen before, the sheer amount is staggering. A wave of nausea sweeps across you, though you don't scream like most of the class.

[Jack Tannin]

You ask your neighbor for a pencil, only to find that most of your classmates don't carry extras. One guy offers you a Sharpie, which seems to be the best you'll get.

>+1 Sharpie

Your mind wanders however, letting Hitler and Lincoln argue about the best economic system. Honestly, Hitler brings up some good points. You doodle on your hand, so that you don't see your teacher fall to the ground twitching. Looking up, you wonder where Mr. Goldberg went and why everyone is yelling.

[Jon Montgummry]

Kim scoots her desk closer so that you can share the textbook, even though she has one under her desk in the little wire box thing. You point out the many different parts of french, the conjugate and vocabulary. Much of it is based on omelets for some reason, seems pretty repetitive. Either way, you exchange phone numbers and find that you have the same next class.

>Gain Kim as a follower

Putting away your textbook, your teacher starts talking in French again. It's fairly easy to follow, until she starts coughing heavily. Blood pours from her mouth and nose, soaking into her black blouse.

[Kingsley Creed]

You sit down with a few of the other guys that aren't DYEL. One guy plans to join the navy after high school, Joseph Manderly. Not exactly army, but still. You talk with him a bit, fairly interesting to meet someone that is joining the military through his own free wil-out of a desire to serve his country.

>Follow Progress: Joseph Manderly 1/2

The five or so adults within the gym cough, waves of screams and questions echoing around the building. You can make out a pool of blood on the gym floor, obscured by the crowds of people clustering around the teachers' bodies.

[Joe Piscotti]

You look over the syllabus and mentally go over what you'll need to do. Luckily this is a fairly simple class, at least compared to some of the other classes in your schedule. Sadly however, this class is a massive sausagefest. Your teacher coughs, a thin spray of blood coloring the air. It is followed by a massive deluge, completely coving the front of his shirt. Twitching, he falls to the ground

[Sandra Blake]

The way the room is set up is less than conductive for talking, something you're sure was on purpose. Giving up on it, you flip over your textbook as your teacher drones on. Looks pretty normal for a history textbook, you know a fair bit of it. There's probably things that you'd missed in your talks with your brother, but that's what this class is for. As she talks, your head grows more and more itchy. Scratching at it, a fair sized piece falls to rest on your desk. Mrs. Janes drops to the floor like a puppet with it's strings cut. Blood jets from her mouth in a steady beat, staining the grey green carpet.

[Quint Dorel]

You focus in on the teacher, who's talking about infectious disease. Odd first topic, though it is admittedly AP Bio. It's pretty entertaining, better than starting with math at least. It gets even more interesting, as his lecture trails off to a fit of coughing. Bright blood cascades from his lips, interspersed with bits of lung tissue

[Yolanda Jorkson]

The guy doesn't notice you, despite the rather obvious cues you're putting out. Disheartened, you begin brooding. It is a very effective brooding session, you feel like you got a lot done. Your brooding is interrupted b screams, and a sound like a waterballoon hitting the ground. A massive blood splatter extends from the feet of the reeling teacher, like an abstract painting.

[Slick Marino]

Looking over the guy's shoulder, you can see a series of technical drawings. From this angle, you can't make hide nor hair of them, could be anything. Andrew says theyre just some ideas for shop class. Funny, you would've guessed him to be a shop kid. Shame teach doesn't have anything to say, he's mostly dronin' on about college applications. Class gets a bit more interesting when he paints the board red with 'is mouth. People's hair starts fallin' out too. Yours is too well gelled to go in clumps, the whole, glorious thing falls off like a toupee. A single tear slides down your cheek.

Rolled 91, 53 = 144 (2d100)

>>25592

>Stereotype: Jock

>HP: 11/11

>Combat Modifier: 1.3x

>Reputation: Did you see that kid?

>Food: Turkey Sandwich, Cereal Bar, Orange

>Equipment: Backpack, Inhaler, Return of the King

>Followers: None

>Sanity: Normal

>Bonuses: Fire and Blood; You've been through hell, and most injuries don't faze you anymore

>Blood and Fire; You have a crippling fear of fire

1. What the actual fuck is going on? Is this some kind of terrorist attack? That wouldn't make sense, there are more prominent targets that terrorists could hit. A fungus? A virus? Bacteria? I know one thing, though: I'm not dead. I need to decide what I do next very carefully. First, I'll see if anyone else in the room is alive. If they are, I'll try to keep them calm. I was born to lead; my father said as much. Panic will only make things worse. I need to take charge. If everyone's dead, I can focus on taking inventory. I'll see what's in here that I could use to survive whatever's going on.

2. After that, I'll use 2X4s to push the dead into a corner. I don't want to fucking touch them. While I'm at that, I can look for possible escape routes, in case this is some zombie shit. Then, I can just drop what I'm doing and run like fuck away. Preferable routes would be leaving the school.

Rolled 37, 91 = 128 (2d100)

Name: Calvin Schwa

Age: 17

Physical Description: Calvin is neither short or tall, scrawny nor stocky, long-haired nor short-haired, and, indeed, has no physically distinctive features whatsoever.

Background: Calvin is that kid. The one who sat to the left of your lab partner, the one who was a few names behind you in alphabetical order, the one who nobody noticed and nobody cared about until he invented a dot com or showed up to school with a gun. Calvin has never been bullied, because he’s socially invisible. Nobody has ever asked him about his hobbies or his dreams or his hopes, and sometimes he doubts if he even exists at all.

Stereotype: None

HP: 10/10

Combat Modifier: 1x

Reputation: Never Heard of Him

Food: PB&J, chips, 2 apples

Equipment: Backpack, Heavy Jacket, Bunch'a pens and pencils

Followers: None

Injuries: None

Sanity: Normal

Bonuses: Chameleon; You are remarkably unremarkable. +10 to hiding

You are kinda forgettable, and struggle to get people to follow you, -5 to recruitment rolls

1. Take the file out of the red folder and put it in my backpack.

2. Hide from whoever’s coming in so I don’t get caught.

+10 to hiding

Rolled 28, 79 = 107 (2d100)

>Name:

Benjamin Pierce

>Age

17

>Physical Description:

kinda lanky, but otherwise relatively normal features.

>Background:

If there was a Pre-pre-med program, Benjamin would probably be in it. He's always been interested in biology, chemistry, and medicine. His parents are both doctors, so he's learned a few tricks from them, and learned a lot more from reading their textbooks. Despite all this he mostly flies under the radar.

>Stereotype: Nerd

>HP: 12/12

>Combat Modifier: 1x

>Reputation: Ohhh, that Ben

>Food: Soylent bag, 2 Mandarin oranges

>Equipment: Bookbag, Grey's Anatomy, Collapsible Cane

>Followers: None

>Injuries: Minor Limp

>Sanity: Normal

>Bonuses: ROP Med; You were in a pre-med class at your last school. You have an extensive knowledge of medicine, as well as +10 to remove injury

1. Go to the school nurse’s office, their probably dead to, but perhaps not.

2. Once i arrive there take stock of the situation, what's the state of the nurse’s office, are they still alive?

Rolled 58, 14 = 72 (2d100)

>>25592

>Name: Derek Danielson

>Age 16

>Physical Description: Average height, average if more msucalur than average build. Dark hair, brown eyes, with a moustache forming over his lips and stubble trying to birth a goatee.

>Background(Determines bonus):Derek is quite frankly an asshole. He has a loud mouth and a foul temper. He also has the unenviable knack of finding/figuring out to piss people off and get under their skin. This had lead to him getting into many fights, in fact he's gotten into more fights in his two years of high school, than most students do in their entire academic career. Derek has gotten good at fighting, whether it is one opponent of many. He ahs no sense of fair play, and any attack made is one with intent to cripple, or incapacitate. The ONLY reason he's not expelled is that in all the fights on school grounds, he's not the first to throw punches. Although usually he is the last.

>Stereotype:Freak

>HP: 14/14

>Combat Modifier: 1.4x

>Reputation: Who?

>Food: Ham sandwich, Protein Bar, trail mix

>Equipment: Backpack, Switchblade Comb, Pack of Gum

>Followers: None

>Sanity: Normal

>Bonuses: Pocket Sand; You have no qualms about doing what it takes to win. +1 to all combat rolls

>Dirty Cheat; People don’t like the kid that kicks everyone in the balls. -5 to peaceful interactions with people

1. Teach just spat up a shit ton of blood and keeled over, People are losing their hair, FUCK! Some sort of biohazard or disease or something. Means I'm fucked too. God damn this new school bullshit. The pops around the school, the fuck are those? Check the window and see who or what's out there. Situation is SHIT, I don't need more shit happening. If those are what I think they are, it's bad, really bad.

2. Go to the Home ec room, grab some knives, some food, and some other supplies. Also dump out my bookbag of books except for chemistry, THAT might be useful. Use it to haul stuff.

Rolled 35, 57 = 92 (2d100)

>>25589

>The way the room is set up is less than conductive for talking, something you're sure was on purpose. Giving up on it, you flip over your textbook as your teacher drones on. Looks pretty normal for a history textbook, you know a fair bit of it. There's probably things that you'd missed in your talks with your brother, but that's what this class is for. As she talks, your head grows more and more itchy. Scratching at it, a fair sized piece falls to rest on your desk. Mrs. Janes drops to the floor like a puppet with it's strings cut. Blood jets from her mouth in a steady beat, staining the grey green carpet.

Name: Sandra Blake

Age: 15

Physical Description: 5'4", 120lbs, with red hair, green eyes, and pale skin that burns, but doesn't tan. (Irish-stereotype)

>Stereotype: Freak

>HP: 12/12

>Combat Modifier: 1.2x

>Reputation: Who?

>Food: Turkey Sandwich, Apple, Cereal bar

>Equipment: Backpack, History Book, Picture of parents

>Followers: None

>Sanity: Shaky

>Bonuses: Debate Club; You've had experience speaking in public, giving you +10 to diplomacy

Seen too much; Death has a larger impact on your sanity than normal

1. Sanity roll. Dead. Dead dead dead. Dead. She's dead. She just fell over and died. She's dead. Oh god.

2. Eric. He… he should be in his office, he doesn't have homeroom classes to teach. He'll be there. He'll know how to fix this. Gotta get to his office.

Rolled 48, 39 = 87 (2d100)

>>25589

>Name: Jon Montgummry

>Age: 16

>Physical Description: Average build and height. Brown hair and green eyes.

>Background: Jon is a fairly average kid. He gets average grades. He is nice to everyone he meets and has his friends. Jon is also known as the food kid in the school. That is because he brings a lot of healthy and delicious snacks for anyone who wants them during lunch. Jon inherited his love of cooking from his grandfather who runs his own restaurant, Uncle Dan's, in town. He learned to cook when he was young and started helping his grandfather during the summer when he was able.

>Stereotype:

>HP: 13/13

>Combat Modifier: 1.3x

>Reputation: Who?

>Food: Tritip Sandwich, Coleslaw, Cookies

>Equipment: Backpack, Cookbook,

>Followers: Kim

>Sanity: Normal

>Bonuses: Easiest way to a Man's Heart; You are a great chef, helps you make friends +10 to gaining followers

Don't eat the Garnish; Your food, while delicious, requires a lot more ingredients to produce.

1&2. What the heck happened to my hair? What happened to the teacher!? What is that popping sound? I can at least find out what the sound is. Investigate.

Rolled 71, 89 = 160 (2d100)

>>25591

>Name

Slick Marino

>Age

18

>Physical Description

An average height, sort of wiry but toned fella with a distinctive grease-covered hairdo and sort of olive skin; what's it to ya?

>Background

Was part of some gang for most of his highschool life; poor kid had to move and change schools when his family ran into the mean side of the local Mafia; not that this discourages him: Slick intends to use what he learned from his old crew to start a new crew, with him as the lead! He spends the bare minimum amount of effort required to get by the curriculum and comes off as a bit of a slacker from most of his teachers, but he's got an eye for mechanics and makes his shop class proud; fixed up his own motorcycle from the scrap yard this way, a feat which he likes to show off to everyone who asks. Slick don't take no bullshit from nobody, and he don't appreciate it when meatheads try and rough up a pretty lady. When he's not cycling or fixing up his rig, he's playing football with the boys.

>Stereotype: Motorhead

>HP: 113/13

>Combat Modifier: 1.3x

>Reputation: Who?

>Food: PB&J sandwich, Orange, Granola Bar

>Equipment: Backpack, Comb, Grease, Cigarettes

>Followers: None

>Sanity: Normal

>Bonuses: Greased Lightning; You've got a great head for mechanics, even if the technicalities go over the top. +10 for building, retrofitting or repairing machinery

Greasy; Jocks and Rich Kids dislike you, and it's mutual

1.) Yo man, this won't do: I ain't no skinhead! Take my fallen do' and stick it back on there: the grease should hold it all in place so I can wear it until it all grows back!

2.) Teach is dead, if he ever really lived, you're all bald, and I'm getting outta here! get out of class and out the building: this place is gettin' radio active, and it ain't no love song!

Rolled 55, 95 = 150 (2d100)

>>25586

>Name: Michael Kaiser

>Age: 16

>Physical Description:

Physically average, short blonde hair, sky blue eyes

>Background(Determines bonus)

Born the only child of the famous Fortune 500 company owner Tomas Kaiser, Michael is a healthy, content and normal child. Though not outstandingly intelligent like his father Michael manages to somehow cheat his way through school getting average greats with little effort. Having been to many different schools due to his fathers views on globalization and hopes to establish international connections Michael has had a hard time making friends, still his almost sanguine personality washes away any negative feelings in the regards.

Always up for anything Michael is a well meaning, good spirited rich kid living a relaxed life with few worries.

>Stereotype: Rich Kid

>HP: 11/11

>Combat Modifier: 1.3x

>Reputation: Who?

>Food: Turkey Club, Fruit Rollup, Mandarin Oranges

>Equipment: Backpack, Fancy Watch, Oakley Sunglasses

>Followers: None

>Sanity: Normal

>Bonuses: Worldly; You've seen schools across the world, and are skilled at understanding how people think. +10 to social rolls

New Kid; Despite your skill with people, you still have a hard time making lasting friendships. -5 to gaining followers

1-2. Michael drove his hand over his now bald head. This reminded him of that movie his father once produced where all the adults were killed by a virus and only underage teenagers survived. Of course the movie didn't go into depth about the catastrophic global consequences, really it was all a lot more fun when you weren't part of it yourself.

No matter what it was, Michael was certain that he and just about every other student at the school had it. Why else would they have lost their hair? There was little point in getting upset, they were probably going to die either way. Then again they hadn't puked up blood yet and the teachers hadn't been loosing your hair. Somehow the thought did not comfort him.

For a few moments Michael just sat there, color slowly seemed to withdraw from the world, sounds were drowned out by an increasingly aggressive beeping. His mind was completely blank, his glassed gaze focused on his teacher's corpse.

A distant *pop* sound snapped him back into reality. He could just go check it out as well, there wasn't a lot more harm that could come to him. Not through a plague he already had at least.

[Dara][Meta; Add your guy's name to your character sheet]

Looking around the woodshop, you spot a number of things. One, your teacher's lifeless body leaning against the wall. It has many tools that you can't name, but their operation seems pretty simple. Press a button, and the saw/drill/sander starts spinning. You've no real way to check, but youd wager that the wood shop has everything a high end wood shop would have. The body, you hesitate to think of it as a person, is thankfully pretty close to the corner. Someone had the bright idea to turn off the lathe, and you pull the piece of wood out of it to push the body over. Pulling up the map on your phone, you instantly get it swatted out of your hands by one of the panicking classmates. You push through the herd, and grab your iPhone from against a worktable. You're still not an expert with the map, and can only find the obvious ways out of the school. Still, the exit into the quad is pretty close. That’s where the majority of the popping sounds are coming though.

[Yolanda Jorkson]

You remain calm, despite the stressful scenario. A strange instinct takes over, and you GTFO of the classroom. Rushing down the hallway, you melt into the stream of other students, all headed away from danger. The doors nearly burst at the backlog of students everyone pushing to get out of the school and into the quad. Some asshole pushes you off the short flight of stairs, over the railing, and into the bushes. The asshole, you somehow manage to follow his path, rushes straight at the line of men arrayed around the quad entrance. Three bullets slam into the boy's body in rapid succession, his shoulders whipping to the side with each impact. You sink lower into the bushes, hiding your face within their leafy safety.

[Calvin Schwa]

You quickly grab onto the folder, ripping out as many pages as you can. Jamming the papers into your pack, you can see that you missed quite a few pages. Oh well. You duck into a cabinet, cramming yourself into the thankfully empty space. A hand, wearing a black glove, grabs the red folder off the desk. You can't see anything else through the crack, and you're unwilling to risk opening the door more. You sit in the box, waiting for something to tell you it's safe to come out. The sound of dozens of kids running by, even before the bell rings, provides the cue to slip out. For some reason, everyone's bald. As you stand in the hallway, you notice that your hair is falling out.

[Dave Murphy]

Ignoring the commotion over the whole dead teacher thing, you flip to the class rankings and cross index that with classes, to find the class with the highest concentration of the top students. Your program and the list of class rankings are unfortunately in two different languages, leading to many bugs. Ultimately you can only get a rough idea of which classes have the smartest kids. Heading to the nearest class, you shuffle your way through the desks to where your computer says is a smart person. She's staring out the window, at the arc of black clad men shooting at anyone that gets close. You carefully reassure her that everything will be okay, everything will be alright. The girl wipes at her eyes with the sleeves of her oversized hoodie, and smiles slightly at you.

>Follower; [Amber 2/4]

[Benjamin Pierce]

The map shows that there are two different nurses' offices, to deal with the size of the campus. One is fairly close, though it's down on the first floor. Your leg hurts, like it always does when you're stressed, as you follow what seems like everyone on the third floor down the stairs. One thing leads to another, and suddenly you're falling. The impact jars you, your leg spasming. You manage to make your way down to the nurse's office, limping much more heavily than normal. You sit heavily on the plastic covered bed, surveying the room. Northing looks out of place, but a puddle of blood reaches it's fingers out from under the bathroom door. Looks like you found the nurse.

[Derek Danielson]

You push your way to the windows, looking out over the quad. The U shape of the school is funneling kids out into the open area, while a half circle of men in SWAT gear block the way to the parking lot. You rush to the home ec room, only to find that it's locked! Guess the teacher doesn’t have a first period. It doesn’t looks like it would be easy to break in either.

[Sandra Blake]

The world quickly becomes blurred, as a film of tears glaze over your eyes. You welcome them, letting the image of your teacher's body melt away into a red and brown smudge. Youre one of the first out the door, pushing and shoving to get to your brother's classroom. The door bangs loudly against a desk, and Eric looks up at you with surprise. "Sandy, what are you doing? There's a shooter or something, you shouldn't be outside of your classroom. And what happened to your hai-" Eric asks in a mixture of confusion and relief that you're safe. A coughing fit overtakes him, interrupting his speech. "Ugh, think I'm *cough* getting si*cough*-sick. Weird*cough*I felt*cough**cough* fine this*cough*this morni-" Each of his coughs come more heavily, sprays of spittle flying as he hunches over. Blood mixes into the spit, sounding like rain as it hits the metal sides of his desk. You rush to his side, only to be caught in the face with another splash of blood. Your brother falls to the ground, his head bouncing on the carpeting, blood still seeping from between his lips.

[Monday Calicott]

Weeping over the loss of your hair, you stumble to the auditorium. They'll have wigs, right? If you ignore the body of the Drama teacher, currently residing on the stage, it could be any school's auditorium. There's already hints of the school play, a few set pieces and props waiting in the wings. The dressing room has a pair of bathrooms, a few sinks out by the mirrors in the "public" area, and two racks of clothing. On a small shelf are a few wigs, though none are exactly "good". There's a bright pink one cut in a bob, a blue one that looks like Marge Simpson's hair, a black and red one fit for a scene girl, and a clown wig.[Chose which one you want and add it to your inventory] After putting on your wig, you use your phone to try and get an idea of what is happening. The reports are all vague, mostly talking about how a White House representative will be making an announcement soon. Not exactly useful, but shit only hit the fan five minutes ago, you can't expect reporters to be psychics.

[Jon Montgummry]

Kim follows you out the french room, struggling to remain together in the crushing tide of kids. Ultimately you decide to head into a classroom. Outside of the press of the crowd, you manage to get your bearings. The second floor windows face into the quad, and you get a good view of the source of the pops. A line of men in black uniforms, a few wearing gas masks, are firing on any kid that gets too close to them. A wedge of kids manages to get close, though their leave a trail of bodies in their wake. Reaching the line of men, the ones without gas masks fall to the ground, blood soaking their balaclavas. Kim keens softly as the remaining kids continue their rush into the woods, more dying along the way. Still, at least a few kids escaped whatever is happening.

[Slick Marino]

You jam your hair back onto your head, the thick gel acting to keep it all together. It's gonna get annoying after you start to get a bit of stubble though. Flipping off the class, and basically life in general, you push through the rows of desk on your way to the door. The kid you were talkin' with, Andrew, calls out for you to wait up. Guess he doesn't want to be in a room with a corpse just as much as you do.

[Michael Kaiser]

You sit in your chair as the classroom empties, leaving you alone in the room with your dead teacher. Heh, that calendar is pretty nice. Wonder what happened to that kitten. A loud pop pulls you from your trance, and you're suddenly crushingly aware of the blood puddle creeping toward you. Suddenly you can't stand to spend another minute in the room. Before you can even think, you're outside in the quad. Bullet holes pockmark the building's exterior, and bodies litter the grass, red mud forming around them.

Rolled 100, 57 = 157 (2d100)

>>25984

>Name: Derek Danielson

>Age 16

>Physical Description: Average height, average if more msucalur than average build. Dark hair, brown eyes, with a moustache forming over his lips and stubble trying to birth a goatee.

>Background(Determines bonus):Derek is quite frankly an asshole. He has a loud mouth and a foul temper. He also has the unenviable knack of finding/figuring out to piss people off and get under their skin. This had lead to him getting into many fights, in fact he's gotten into more fights in his two years of high school, than most students do in their entire academic career. Derek has gotten good at fighting, whether it is one opponent of many. He ahs no sense of fair play, and any attack made is one with intent to cripple, or incapacitate. The ONLY reason he's not expelled is that in all the fights on school grounds, he's not the first to throw punches. Although usually he is the last.

>Stereotype:Freak

>HP: 14/14

>Combat Modifier: 1.4x

>Reputation: Who?

>Food: Ham sandwich, Protein Bar, trail mix

>Equipment: Backpack, Switchblade Comb, Pack of Gum

>Followers: None

>Sanity: Normal

>Bonuses: Pocket Sand; You have no qualms about doing what it takes to win. +1 to all combat rolls

>Dirty Cheat; People don’t like the kid that kicks everyone in the balls. -5 to peaceful interactions with people

1. FUCK! FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK! Alright Derek calm down dammit, think, think, what to do what to do.

2. I know hit the cafeteria and load up there. Here's hoping they actually prepare the food over get that slop piped in directly. If so I means I can get food and a something to defend myself with. If SWAT start to sweep and clear it's my only hope.

Rolled 44, 72 = 116 (2d100)

>>25985

>Name: Jon Montgummry

>Age: 16

>Physical Description: Average build and height. Brown hair and green eyes.

>Background: Jon is a fairly average kid. He gets average grades. He is nice to everyone he meets and has his friends. Jon is also known as the food kid in the school. That is because he brings a lot of healthy and delicious snacks for anyone who wants them during lunch. Jon inherited his love of cooking from his grandfather who runs his own restaurant, Uncle Dan's, in town. He learned to cook when he was young and started helping his grandfather during the summer when he was able.

>Stereotype:

>HP: 13/13

>Combat Modifier: 1.3x

>Reputation: Who?

>Food: Tritip Sandwich, Coleslaw, Cookies

>Equipment: Backpack, Cookbook,

>Followers: Kim

>Sanity: Normal

>Bonuses: Easiest way to a Man's Heart; You are a great chef, helps you make friends +10 to gaining followers

Don't eat the Garnish; Your food, while delicious, requires a lot more ingredients to produce.

Don't run out, got it.

1&2. Try to calm people down, running into the woods obviously will not help us. We are going to have to wait for some kind of announcement of what is going on or something. It isn't a nice thought but it is the best I can think of.

Rolled 56, 84 = 140 (2d100)

Name: Calvin Schwa

Age: 17

Physical Description: Calvin is neither short or tall, scrawny nor stocky, long-haired nor short-haired, and, indeed, has no physically distinctive features whatsoever.

Background: Calvin is that kid. The one who sat to the left of your lab partner, the one who was a few names behind you in alphabetical order, the one whom nobody noticed and nobody cared about until he invented a dot com or showed up to school with a gun. Calvin has never been bullied, because he’s socially invisible. Nobody has ever asked him about his hobbies or his dreams or his hopes, and sometimes he doubts if he even exists at all.

Stereotype: None

HP: 10/10

Combat Modifier: 1x

Reputation: Never Heard of Him

Food: PB&J, chips, 2 apples

Equipment: Backpack, Heavy Jacket, Bunch'a pens and pencils, Sheets of Paper from Red Folder

Followers: None

Injuries: None

Sanity: Normal

Bonuses: Chameleon; You are remarkably unremarkable. +10 to hiding

You are kinda forgettable, and struggle to get people to follow you, -5 to recruitment rolls

1. Find a place to hide in the chaos.

+10 to hiding

2. Once in a secure location, read the papers from the red folder. What the hell is going on?

Rolled 61, 62 = 123 (2d100)

>>25985

>Name: Michael Kaiser

>Age: 16

>Physical Description:

Physically average, short blonde hair, sky blue eyes

>Background(Determines bonus)

Born the only child of the famous Fortune 500 company owner Tomas Kaiser, Michael is a healthy, content and normal child. Though not outstandingly intelligent like his father Michael manages to somehow cheat his way through school getting average greats with little effort. Having been to many different schools due to his fathers views on globalization and hopes to establish international connections Michael has had a hard time making friends, still his almost sanguine personality washes away any negative feelings in the regards.

Always up for anything Michael is a well meaning, good spirited rich kid living a relaxed life with few worries.

>Stereotype: Rich Kid

>HP: 11/11

>Combat Modifier: 1.3x

>Reputation: Who?

>Food: Turkey Club, Fruit Rollup, Mandarin Oranges

>Equipment: Backpack, Fancy Watch, Oakley Sunglasses

>Followers: None

>Sanity: Normal

>Bonuses: Worldly; You've seen schools across the world, and are skilled at understanding how people think. +10 to social rolls

New Kid; Despite your skill with people, you still have a hard time making lasting friendships. -5 to gaining followers

1-2. Michael looked around the scenery. Bodies spread out, lying in silence, peace almost. Blood carving small rivers into the fresh cut green grass. No panic, only serenity. The bulletholes struck in the fascade a foreshadowing of what was yet to come.

The plopping had been silencers no doubt. Whomever was doing this must have known about the sickness. Barely minutes had passed since the teachers died and already a response had arrived. Of course this wasn't fair, not to him, not to anyone here. The teachers were dead, the pupils would die. Whomever had come would need to explain the events, but Michael knew they would find a way. His parents would grieve, surely. But ultimatively, what else would come of it? They would never know the truth.

Calmly the boy sat down in the soft wet grass, surrounded by his peers. There was nowhere to go. There was nothing to be done. They would burn the building to the ground. Incinerate every last body. No hastily scribbled note would reach a parent desperate for answers, no lucky few would manage to hide or run. The taste of ash was heavy in Michael's mouth as his weary eyes wandered accross the courtyard. Perhaps he should be thankful that he hadn't known these people, the scenery was surreal.

Finally Michael laid down amongst his peers a dead person returning to their grave, a missing piece finding its place in a puzzle too complex to grasp. Perhaps it was the disease, perhaps he had still not fully understood. He blinked once. To his left a dead girl stared him in the eye. He blinked twice. And began realizing what he was doing.

Had he been so absolved in his pityful undoing that he had completely forgotten what it meant to be a Kaiser? To give his best time and time again against all odds, to try and fail until finally at last he would reap hard earned victory? Suddenly the cold, muddy ground felt a lot less comforting. He knew there were others, people with guns, killing apparently indiscriminately. He needed to find others and warn them. Gather a group and figure out what to do.

+ Find others, inform them of people gunning down students

+ Try to establish a group to figure out how to handle the situation

Rolled 83, 60 = 143 (2d100)

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>Name: Seumas McDara

>Stereotype: Jock

>HP: 11/11

>Combat Modifier: 1.3x

>Reputation: Did you see that kid?

>Food: Turkey Sandwich, Cereal Bar, Orange

>Equipment: Backpack, Inhaler, Return of the King

>Followers: None

>Sanity: Normal

>Bonuses: Fire and Blood; You've been through hell, and most injuries don't faze you anymore

>Blood and Fire; You have a crippling fear of fire

Wow. How the shit did I drop my name?

1/2. Okay. Nobody's listening to me yet. Maybe if I stand on something before I try to get their attention. Once I climb up onto a table or something, I'll shout forcefully from the chest: "LISTEN UP!". Once I have their attention, I'll tell them that it's probably going to be wicked dangerous outside of the room. As long as we give the dead some room, we should be fine. Seeing how quickly the contagion worked, if we were going to die, we probably would have gone by now. I don't know what the pops are, but it's probably not good. For now, I need to get these people under control so that they don't hurt themselves or anyone else, or do something dumb. [Take charge, calm down the others]

Rolled 20, 18 = 38 (2d100)

>Name: Dave “CrashOveride” Murphy

>Age: 18

>Physical Description: Average body size. Slightly taller than the average person. Short blond hair, and a rather pale complexion.

>Background(Determines bonus)

Arrested when he was 11 for making a virus which crashed over one thousand systems and tanked the NYSE, Dave was banned from touching computers or phones until his 18th Birthday. Shortly after his 18th birthday has passed, Dave enrolled in a new high school, and with his new smartphone, laptop, and computer, Dave is equipped to take on the world.

>Stereotype: Nerd

>HP: 10/10

>Combat Modifier: 1.1x

>Reputation: Aren't you the guy who…

>Food: Doritos, Mountain Dew(3 Liter), Cold Pizza

>Equipment: Backpack, Laptop

>Followers: [Amber 2/4]

>Sanity: Normal

>Bonuses: Who is this 4chan?; You are a computer whiz, and get +15 to all rolls dealing with them

Damn, Eat a sandwich; Your life of subsisting on junk food has taken it's toll. Gaining strength is harder, at least until you start eating clean

1. Continue to make friends with this Amber.

2. Get on my phone. Find out what on earth is happening.

Rolled 35, 27 = 62 (2d100)

>Name:

Benjamin Pierce

>Age

17

>Physical Description:

kinda lanky, but otherwise relatively normal features.

>Background:

If there was a Pre-pre-med program, Benjamin would probably be in it. He's always been interested in biology, chemistry, and medicine. His parents are both doctors, so he's learned a few tricks from them, and learned a lot more from reading their textbooks. Despite all this he mostly flies under the radar.

>Stereotype: Nerd

>HP: 12/12

>Combat Modifier: 1x

>Reputation: Ohhh, that Ben

>Food: Soylent bag, 2 Mandarin oranges

>Equipment: Bookbag, Grey's Anatomy, Collapsible Cane

>Followers: None

>Injuries: Minor Limp

>Sanity: Normal

>Bonuses: ROP Med; You were in a pre-med class at your last school. You have an extensive knowledge of medicine, as well as +10 to remove injury

1. Check to see what i did to my leg, it’s already fuck up enough, i don't want it getting any worse. (+10?)

2. Check my phone, see if i can figure out what's happening.