/builders/ - Hero and Nation Builders!

Rolled 14, 18 = 32 (2d100)

>>34126

Name: Johnny Basten

Age: 26

Gender: Male

Backstory: Johnny is what you would call a career vagrant as he travels cross country in a used Winnebago engaging in such wild activities as hiking the Appalachian trail or attending every major festival in America. In reality he won the lottery about 5 years ago and decided to go on a modern adventure but looking at him nobody could guess he's worth almost 5 million dollars.

+Skills: Driving I, Navigation I, Photography I

+Inventory: Camera, Laptop (dead), Phone (dead), map (LA)

+Power: Mind Melding? (Like that vulcan shit?)

+Bonus: Bum - despite your wealth you look homeless and are less likely to draw attention from people, at least until everyone starts to look like you.

At least nobody can steal my RV if it doesn't work.

1. Look around the RV again this time for anything I can use to protect myself from whatever the hell was howling earlier

2. There must be somewhere nearby I can find food, rioters will probably hit grocery stores first so I'll jog over to the nearest fast food joint and get something there before it all rots.

Rolled 37, 82 = 119 (2d100)

Name: Xing

Age: 32

Gender: Male

Backstory: Xing was conscripted into the army. He was taken by military truck from his farming village he had trained hard, learning to speak English, studying American culture and geography, preparing for the great invasion. For decades, the Chinese had secretly built up a huge army and navy. Xing was part of a massive armada fleet, the largest ever assembled, meant to invade the United States when Chinese astronomers predicted that their satellite network would be knocked out by an asteroid shower. On the day of the great invasion, he was sleeping in a transport barge, the next moment he woke up on a beach covered in sand and water. He looked all around to see thousands of Chinese ships lining the beaches of an American city, but not a soul in sight.

The ships and the city were covered by a mist that he presumed to be some kind of terrible chemical weapon. Bodies, the bodies were everywhere. Chinese, Americans. The cowardly Americans gassed their own city to stop the invasion. Disgusted by the slaughter and carnage and fearing the mist, he took his weapon and put on his gas-mask and left the graveyard in search of answers. The invasion had failed, now he just had to survive.

+Skills: Hand to Hand I, Rifles I, Pistols I

+Inventory: 3 days of rations, QBZ-95 rifle, 3 Magazine (30 rounds), Combat Knife, Water Flask (full), QSZ-92 pistol, 3 magazines (15 rounds), Bullet proof vest

+Power: Lasers? (You can shoot lasers (?) from your finger tips)

+Bonus: Chinese army - You are chinese army, in the end result of an obvious chinese invasion. People are going to blame you for the end result and you will not be well liked by anyone without serious effort and outright attacked by some.

1. Abomination! Mutation of American chemical works no doubt.

Much like I myself have been mutated. But this . . .beast must not be!

I point my fingers and try to ignite the belt of grenades on the undead soldier nearest the beast.

2. Run away!

Rolled 41, 72 = 113 (2d100)

>>34126

Name: Layla Samson

Age: 23

Gender: Female

Backstory: Layla was a college student who had a job as a bicycle courier to make ends meet. It was a long hard job, but it paid. Granted the long hours and how weather did nothing for her looks, but it did let her know her way round the city very well. Well enough to usually avoid the bad sections, and when she couldn't she had a crowbar for a "creep stick" to ward em off. Things were going fine til the mists came while she was on the job. She tried to out pedal it, but how can you outpace the weather?

+Skills: Navigation I, Cardio I, Chemistry I

+Inventory: Courier bag, bicycle, cellphone (dead), Crowbar, Water bottle (with filter)

+Power: Invisibility? (I mean, that creep didn't see me, right?)

+Bonus: Know the streets - You know your way around the city and can get around road blocks with ease, as well you can get a good idea where something is going down from landmarks

1. "Good to see you too Stace, I got caught in that fog and weird shit was happening. What happened while I was out besides the obvious? (try to calm her downa dn see if she knows anything.)

2. Hey something odd happened to me after the fog gonna try to do it again. (test my powers)

>>34167

"Oh Lay, it's terrible. Everything lost power when the mist came, and everyone outside collapsed. People who ran out to help collapsed at the bottom of the stairs. Micheal, he, he… he tried to help, but when he reached the bottom of the stairs he just collapsed. He wasn't breathing. We were able to get his body without touching the mist, but there was nothing we could do." She begins crying harder. Micheal was her boyfriend.

>>34171

"Oh Stace I am so sorry, I know you two had been together for a long time. Who else tried to go out? did ANYONE make it?"

>>34172

Stacey shakes her head "I don't know! I don't remember. I don't think so after everyone saw Micheal collapse. Everyone just went back to their dorms to sleep, pray, or whatever to comfort themselves." Stacey looks up to you, and finally gets a good look at your work uniform. You can see the mental dot connecting, almost. "How… How did you survive. You told me you are on the streets most of your job… how did you survive the mist?"

Rolled 78, 28 = 106 (2d100)

>>34126

Name: Danny "The Boy" Terentonio

Age: 32

Gender: Male

Backstory: Your standard Italian Dago fuck that lives with his mom well into middle age, he works as a small time thug robbing liquor stores and tobacco shops to finance his need to go to the gym, tan, and fuck whatever stupid sloots that are dumb enough to sleep with him.

+Skills: Strength II, Intimidation I

+Inventory: Cellphone (dead), Gym bag, towel (Used), Water bottle (empty), protein powder (half full, 3 uses), Glowing blue ball (?)

+Power: Ughh (Why am I holding a glowing blue ball?)

+Bonus: I lift - you exercise and stay in shape, at least the show muscles. You get a bonus to physical activities.

1. Oh shit brosef Stalin, pick that bitch-ass phone up and see who it is

2. This fucking ball thing puts energy out, I'm gonna put all the energy I can outta it BITCH!

>>34174

"I don't KNOW! The Mist caught me and I woke up in a pile of dead bodies. I raced back here as fast as I could."

Rolled 58, 11 = 69 (2d100)

>>34126

Name: Officer Jackson Freeley

Age: 47

Gender: Male

Backstory: Jackson Freeley is your average inner city cop. A simple man who's just out there everyday trying to keep kids outta trouble and giving speeding tickets.

Skills: Hand to Hand I, Pistols I, Driving I

Inventory: Badge, Glock 19, 3 magazine (15 bullets each), 2 handcuffs

Power: Super Speed? (The world seems to move slower when you will it)

Bonus: The Fuzz - You are a cop, this holds sway with some people while others may see you as an enemy, like the gangs.

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1. BOYS IT IS GOOD TO SEE YA'LL! Thought I was the only one left, what'cha sitting around for we gotta lotta work to do! There must be other survivors and we gotta do your job! To Serve and Protect!

2. Check out the older heavy duty radios left in the basement.

Rolled 73, 40 = 113 (2d100)

>>34126

>Fill out:

Name: Reggie Wallis

Age: 24

Gender: Male

Backstory: A simple college kid, Reggie Wallis is simply a nobody in college. But he's usually a stoner and a barista at a local Starbucks. However his family is a bunch of conspiracy theorists who constantly try to spout the end is nigh messages and the constant lizard men mind control. However when the sky started to fall, he realized somehow his family might be freaking out about this.

Skills: Information Gathering II, Computers I

Inventory: 4 Blunts, Cellphone (dead)

Power: Telekinesis (Holy shit your phone is floating)

Bonus: Bullshit detector - With your family you have gotten good at finding out what parts of a story are likely not true or are bat shit insane. Helps you spot bad lies and get to the truth of what really happened.

"I don't know man but either way lets figure it out"

1. Ask what happened it seems they might know more

2. Check to see if there's anymore weed

Rolled 96, 86 = 182 (2d100)

>Name: Darleen Witham

>Age: 23

>Gender: Female

>Backstory: A Canadian art student on a school trip, now gone horribly wrong. Whats all this aboot, eh?

+Skills: Sketching I, Painting II, Canadian I

+Inventory: Paints, Brushes, sketchbook, pencils, 10 Dead Cellphones

+Power: Flight? (Holy shit I'm floating, eh.)

+Bonus: Canadian - Canadians are nice people right? Always apologizing and never hurting anyone. You will be underestimated.

1.

Only time I've ever heard bones crunching was when we stumbled across a bear at a family outing! That poor reindeer!

I don't know about anyone else that may be alive, but I'm heading the other way, eh! There must be a police officer somewhere in the area to deal with this.

2.

I really don't know what this is aboot, but what if this is some fancy American TV show trick? I should gather any bottled water or food I come across at these street vendors. Better safe than sorreh, eh? A good thing there are plenty of tourists with all sorts of bags around.

Rolled 26, 85 = 111 (2d100)

>>34126

Name: Vasquez "Lead Burrito" Novales-Ochoa

Age: 26

Gender: Male

Backstory: A gangbanger and thug who, up until several hours ago, worked as a cook in an authentic Mexican restaurant as a way of laying low after his latest assault charge. He liked it, and it gave him a nice story to tell his parole officer– and those interviewy blogs– while making money for the Mexican Mafia on the side. He didn't count on the world splitting the fuck open.

+Skills: Hand to Hand I, Intimidation I, Mexican Cuisine I

+Inventory: Cooking Knife, cellphone (dead), tracking anklet, Knife

+Power: Alcohol immunity!? (Well there goes your nightly routine)

+Bonus: Gangs - you are in with the mexican mafia, if you can find any alive you got some safety.

1. "Fuck, holmes, I don't know. One minute I'm goin' to get an Arizona from the gas station and the next I'm takin' a siesta on the pavement… woke up 'n got my ass here…"

Have a drink. Or two. Is it true? Can Lead Burrito, notorious for pounding back a fifth of Tequila every Cinco de Mayo, not get drunk ever again?

2. Do a bit of running around and "scavenging" while the boys try to get the place back in order… there's got to be something on someone's body out there that can be used…

>>34161

1. You never remembered to buy a weapon.

2. You look out onto the camping grounds and realize that the nearest anything is down the mountain. You start walking.

>>34163

1. You miss the belt and hit the man in the stomach. The beam from your finger giving a 'shwoom' sound as it releases. You hit the man in the arm and see it break, but the man seems to ignore it.

2. Then you bolt. You hear inhuman grunts and cries as the shambling men that were once your countrymen run after you.

>>34167

1. You help calm Stace down, a bit.

2. You will yourself to not be seen by Stace and she jumps in surprise. "Lay? Lay what happened? Lay where are you?"

>>34201

1. It is no one. You remember your phone being dead though.

2. And now your phone is at full battery.

>>34245

1&2. The others perk up and Sgt. Garcia speaks up. "Freeley, good to see you are alive. Better than I can say for most in the precinct. There are a few people out looking for survivors but we are limited. It seems that the entire city has been hit by a black out, none of the radios are working either. Anything with a charge also seems to have lost it somehow, so our damn push to start generator isn't working. Jackson, I need you to find another generator so we can get the radios up, we are staying here; idea is that survivors will look for the police. Any questions?" He was never one to give you time to speak.

>>34287

1. When you ask if they know they both shake their heads negative.

2. You find a blunt you left in the closet. +1 Blunt

>>34335

1. You head the other direction and you do see someone. They seem to be trying to stay low and in the shadows, like they are trying to hide.

2. You follow them for a bit, they arn't as stealthy as they want to be, and they lead you to a table of food and drink next to a set. Looks like most of the food isn't too good now but there are bags of chips and bottled water. (Free: say how much you grab) The person seems to be grabbing a few as well but still hasn't noticed you.

>>34342

1. You grab the bottle of tequilla that they have in the fridge and chug. It tastes the same but you don't feel the burn of the alcohol; don't even get a bit tipsy. Makes you wish you could get drunk so you could drink away this sorrow.

2. You head out and tell the trio to get the place in order, then remember the place is always a mess. You do find a pistol on a dude you recognize. Part of the gang, never talked to him, a street enforcer. Well he wont need it now.

+Pistol. (1 clip, 7 shots)

Announcements: Night begins to descend.

Make sure to note if you eat or drink anything, it is a free action but you can die of thirst or starvation if you don't eat for long periods of time.

>>35100

Name: Layla Samson

Age: 23

Gender: Female

Backstory: Layla was a college student who had a job as a bicycle courier to make ends meet. It was a long hard job, but it paid. Granted the long hours and how weather did nothing for her looks, but it did let her know her way round the city very well. Well enough to usually avoid the bad sections, and when she couldn't she had a crowbar for a "creep stick" to ward em off. Things were going fine til the mists came while she was on the job. She tried to out pedal it, but how can you outpace the weather?

+Skills: Navigation I, Cardio I, Chemistry I

+Inventory: Courier bag, bicycle, cellphone (dead), Crowbar, Water bottle (with filter)

+Power: Invisibility? (I mean, that creep didn't see me, right?)

+Bonus: Know the streets - You know your way around the city and can get around road blocks with ease, as well you can get a good idea where something is going down from landmarks

1-2. Collect some bags and go brave the mists to collect food and water from the cafeteria.

Rolled 77, 55 = 132 (2d100)

>>35109

with rolls

>>35109

Fuck killing my games, I'll continue until no one posts.

1&2. You notice that the mist has lifted some time ago, and people have started to venture out again. People have already begun to loot many of the food locations around. Heading to the campus student union you are able to grab a bag full of water bottles and another bag of foods that you don't think will perish, mostly jerky and chips.

+40 bottled water

+20 jerky bags

+20 chip bags

You also note that people have begun to take food out from the back that will spoil and begun to cook it. No use letting it go to waste it seems.

Rolled 92, 75 = 167 (2d100)

Name: Xing

Age: 32

Gender: Male

Backstory: Xing was conscripted into the army. He was taken by military truck from his farming village he had trained hard, learning to speak English, studying American culture and geography, preparing for the great invasion. For decades, the Chinese had secretly built up a huge army and navy. Xing was part of a massive armada fleet, the largest ever assembled, meant to invade the United States when Chinese astronomers predicted that their satellite network would be knocked out by an asteroid shower. On the day of the great invasion, he was sleeping in a transport barge, the next moment he woke up on a beach covered in sand and water. He looked all around to see thousands of Chinese ships lining the beaches of an American city, but not a soul in sight.

The ships and the city were covered by a mist that he presumed to be some kind of terrible chemical weapon. Bodies, the bodies were everywhere. Chinese, Americans. The cowardly Americans gassed their own city to stop the invasion. Disgusted by the slaughter and carnage and fearing the mist, he took his weapon and put on his gas-mask and left the graveyard in search of answers. The invasion had failed, now he just had to survive.

+Skills: Hand to Hand I, Rifles I, Pistols I

+Inventory: 3 days of rations, QBZ-95 rifle, 3 Magazine (30 rounds), Combat Knife, Water Flask (full), QSZ-92 pistol, 3 magazines (15 rounds), Bullet proof vest

+Power: Lasers? (You can shoot lasers (?) from your finger tips)

+Bonus: Chinese army - You are chinese army, in the end result of an obvious chinese invasion. People are going to blame you for the end result and you will not be well liked by anyone without serious effort and outright attacked by some.

1-2. Get off this beach. Get away from these things. Anywhere but here is better, and run into the city if I have to.

Rolled 89, 92 = 181 (2d100)

>>35504

Name: Layla Samson

Age: 23

Gender: Female

Backstory: Layla was a college student who had a job as a bicycle courier to make ends meet. It was a long hard job, but it paid. Granted the long hours and how weather did nothing for her looks, but it did let her know her way round the city very well. Well enough to usually avoid the bad sections, and when she couldn't she had a crowbar for a "creep stick" to ward em off. Things were going fine til the mists came while she was on the job. She tried to out pedal it, but how can you outpace the weather?

+Skills: Navigation I, Cardio I, Chemistry I

+Inventory: Courier bag, bicycle, cellphone (dead), Crowbar, Water bottle (with filter),

+40 bottled water

+20 jerky bags

+20 chip bags

+Power: Invisibility? (I mean, that creep didn't see me, right?)

+Bonus: Know the streets - You know your way around the city and can get around road blocks with ease, as well you can get a good idea where something is going down from landmarks

1-2. Alright with that fog lifted we can do something. Get people together and start setting a watch for those creeps the mist made, and get the engineers and eggheads to work on getting power back up whether from fixing the current stuff or setting up our back ups.

Rolled 44, 96 = 140 (2d100)

>>34126

Name: Charlie Stewart

Age: 27

Gender: Male

Backstory: An actor for soap opera "The Decision"

+Skills: Acting II, Deception I

+Inventory: Cellphone (dead)

+Power: I'm Sand? (What am I, the sandman?)

+Bonus: Rich and Famous - You are a renowned actor and have all the recognition as such by people who used to watch movies or tv. You also have a mansion in the hills, if that survived.

12 Wait for whatever made the sound to follow those chinamen before unflattening myself. Then I will want to check out the ship if I can. Its exactly what my character John Ferdinand would have done in that military mystery.

Rolled 46, 38 = 84 (2d100)

>>35505

Reasons.

>>35505

1&2. Your army training kicks in and you bolt. You can hear the creatures that were your comrades behind you, screeching and moaning in an inhuman way. A crash sprays sand across you as the beast had THROWN a corpse at you, and you see it begin to get up. The sound becomes farther, and farther away from you. You are outpacing them, and you keep on the beach is the sand will hopefully slow them down. You only stop when you no longer hear them.

>>35520

1&2. You tell people about the creeps that you saw in the mist, and many don't believe you. Who would believe the mist somehow brought hairless ape like creatures with no eyes? That is some sci-fi movie shit. Most don't believe you survived the mist. Everyone saw people die in the mist, no one saw anyone get back up. A few do hand you some water and food, making sure you are fed because who knows how long it will be before power is back up. A few people do come to you when you are alone, a group of friends by the look. They say that one of their friends survived the mist too, and they believe you.

+Followers: 5 college students.

>>35904

1&2. You watch as a bunch of … zombies!? Were those zombies?! That guy had a hole blown through him and he was still running! One was even thrown high into the sky. Cresting over the hill you see what it was that threw it. A large slimy blob with tentacles, small beady eyes, and a gaping fanged maw sits in the shallows of the beach seeing you, but seemingly ignoring you. You head up to the nearest ship and see dead chinese, so many dead chinese.

News:

Night descends and you all get a mostly restless sleep. A few of you go to sleep hungry and thristy.

Rolled 38, 87 = 125 (2d100)

>>35925

Name: Charlie Stewart

Age: 27

Gender: Male

Backstory: An actor for soap opera "The Decision"

+Skills: Acting II, Deception I

+Inventory: Cellphone (dead)

+Power: I'm Sand? (What am I, the sandman?)

+Bonus: Rich and Famous - You are a renowned actor and have all the recognition as such by people who used to watch movies or tv. You also have a mansion in the hills, if that survived.

12 ruffle through the belongings of these Chinese, maybe there is a clue to what they were doing here…or a gun.

Rolled 65, 87 = 152 (2d100)

>>35925

Name: Layla Samson

Age: 23

Gender: Female

Backstory: Layla was a college student who had a job as a bicycle courier to make ends meet. It was a long hard job, but it paid. Granted the long hours and how weather did nothing for her looks, but it did let her know her way round the city very well. Well enough to usually avoid the bad sections, and when she couldn't she had a crowbar for a "creep stick" to ward em off. Things were going fine til the mists came while she was on the job. She tried to out pedal it, but how can you outpace the weather?

+Skills: Navigation I, Cardio I, Chemistry I

+Inventory: Courier bag, bicycle, cellphone (dead), Crowbar, Water bottle (with filter),

+40 bottled water

+20 jerky bags

+20 chip bags

+Power: Invisibility? (I mean, that creep didn't see me, right?)

+Followers: 5 College students.

+Bonus: Know the streets - You know your way around the city and can get around road blocks with ease, as well you can get a good idea where something is going down from landmarks

1-2. Take my new freinds and grabs some bikes and pipes, crowbars, w/e. Then find the person in charge and ask them what they need to get power on or what is needed for supplies. While doing all this get to know my followers and show off my power.

>>35926

1&2. They all have guns, and this is most certainly a war ship of some kind. It seems like this is some sort of invasion force. Well, it WAS some sort of invasion force considering everyone here is dead.

>>36063

1&2. You say that the group needs to go find the person in charge who can direct them to get the power on and get supplies. By the time the mist had descended most faculty had gone home. Grant, one of the group that follows you, says he is an Electrical Engineering major and that the the UCLA store has solar panels on the roof but that they passed by it yesterday and the lights were off.

Rolled 20, 58 = 78 (2d100)

>>36462

Name: Layla Samson

Age: 23

Gender: Female

Backstory: Layla was a college student who had a job as a bicycle courier to make ends meet. It was a long hard job, but it paid. Granted the long hours and how weather did nothing for her looks, but it did let her know her way round the city very well. Well enough to usually avoid the bad sections, and when she couldn't she had a crowbar for a "creep stick" to ward em off. Things were going fine til the mists came while she was on the job. She tried to out pedal it, but how can you outpace the weather?

+Skills: Navigation I, Cardio I, Chemistry I

+Inventory: Courier bag, bicycle, cellphone (dead), Crowbar, Water bottle (with filter),

+40 bottled water

+20 jerky bags

+20 chip bags

+Power: Invisibility? (I mean, that creep didn't see me, right?)

+Followers: 5 College students.

+Bonus: Know the streets - You know your way around the city and can get around road blocks with ease, as well you can get a good idea where something is going down from landmarks

1-2. Well it's time to hit up the UCLA store. Everyone grab a weapons, grab some bags, and grab a bike.

+Navigation I,

+Cardio I

+Bonus: Know the streets - You know your way around the city and can get around road blocks with ease, as well you can get a good idea where something is going down from landmarks

Rolled 92, 27 = 119 (2d100)

>>36462

Name: Charlie Stewart

Age: 27

Gender: Male

Backstory: An actor for soap opera "The Decision"

+Skills: Acting II, Deception I

+Inventory: Cellphone (dead)

+Power: I'm Sand? (What am I, the sandman?)

+Bonus: Rich and Famous - You are a renowned actor and have all the recognition as such by people who used to watch movies or tv. You also have a mansion in the hills, if that survived.

1&2 Find the working guns and some ammo and deck myself out in classic Rambo style

Rolled 15, 20 = 35 (2d100)

Name: Xing

Age: 32

Gender: Male

Backstory: Xing was conscripted into the army. He was taken by military truck from his farming village he had trained hard, learning to speak English, studying American culture and geography, preparing for the great invasion. For decades, the Chinese had secretly built up a huge army and navy. Xing was part of a massive armada fleet, the largest ever assembled, meant to invade the United States when Chinese astronomers predicted that their satellite network would be knocked out by an asteroid shower. On the day of the great invasion, he was sleeping in a transport barge, the next moment he woke up on a beach covered in sand and water. He looked all around to see thousands of Chinese ships lining the beaches of an American city, but not a soul in sight.

The ships and the city were covered by a mist that he presumed to be some kind of terrible chemical weapon. Bodies, the bodies were everywhere. Chinese, Americans. The cowardly Americans gassed their own city to stop the invasion. Disgusted by the slaughter and carnage and fearing the mist, he took his weapon and put on his gas-mask and left the graveyard in search of answers. The invasion had failed, now he just had to survive.

+Skills: Hand to Hand I, Rifles I, Pistols I

+Inventory: 3 days of rations, QBZ-95 rifle, 3 Magazine (30 rounds), Combat Knife, Water Flask (full), QSZ-92 pistol, 3 magazines (15 rounds), Bullet proof vest

+Power: Lasers? (You can shoot lasers (?) from your finger tips)

+Bonus: Chinese army - You are chinese army, in the end result of an obvious chinese invasion. People are going to blame you for the end result and you will not be well liked by anyone without serious effort and outright attacked by some.

1-2. Dont stop here. There could be more on this beach. Carefully head into the city, and try to see if there are any signs of life or safe shelter.

Rolled 12, 88, 53 = 153 (3d100)

>>36468

1&2. You get to the store easy enough. There are a few other looters in the area but they mostly seem focused on bringing out food that won't keep and isn't stored in the more insulated freezers for the party/memorial going on in the Intramural field. It is easy enough to find some knives in the multiple food kitchens around.

+All college students (Armed: Knives)

Aaron, the EE major, leads you to the roof and unlocks the door. Rows of solar panels stand motionless, but you were expecting that. What you weren't expecting was the crystals seeming growing on the surface of the panels. The milky white and grey crystals seemingly shift inside themselves; swirling like the mist that had killed so many.

>>36529

1&2. You easily strip one of the dead grunts of everything he has. Now if only you knew how to use half of this.

+3 days of rations, QBZ-95 rifle, 3 Magazine (30 rounds), Combat Knife, Water Flask (full), QSZ-92 pistol, 3 magazines (15 rounds), Bullet proof vest

>>36575

1&2. You slow down a bit and start trying to sneak. You hit the deck and hide behind a bit of sand as the creatures run past. Looks like you are stuck here until they leave the area.

Dice of FUN:

1. Curious

2. Morgoth

3. Baz

100: ???

99-50. Nothing much.

49-30. People, truly a fate worse than death.

29-16. Fun

15-6. A whole pack of Fun

5-2. FUN

1. F͇̞͉̙̺̈ͭͤ̈́U͇̽̐̉̇ͬ̇̕͜Nͨ͂͞͏͚̫̹̬̰

Rolled 1 (1d4)

>>36638

Reasons that are to be expected.

>>36638

>>36468

As you and your new companions marvel at the crystals above you a loud screech can be heard. Looking up are two, giant, bat-like figures circling your group. You barely get time to react as they begin to dive.

Rolled 13, 75 = 88 (2d100)

>>36638

>>36645

Name: Layla Samson

Age: 23

Gender: Female

Backstory: Layla was a college student who had a job as a bicycle courier to make ends meet. It was a long hard job, but it paid. Granted the long hours and how weather did nothing for her looks, but it did let her know her way round the city very well. Well enough to usually avoid the bad sections, and when she couldn't she had a crowbar for a "creep stick" to ward em off. Things were going fine til the mists came while she was on the job. She tried to out pedal it, but how can you outpace the weather?

+Skills: Navigation I, Cardio I, Chemistry I

+Inventory: Courier bag, bicycle, cellphone (dead), Crowbar, Water bottle (with filter),

+40 bottled water

+20 jerky bags

+20 chip bags

+Power: Invisibility? (I mean, that creep didn't see me, right?)

+Followers: 5 College students.

+All college students (Armed: Knives)

+Bonus: Know the streets - You know your way around the city and can get around road blocks with ease, as well you can get a good idea where something is going down from landmarks

1-2. Get my crowbar and whack the diver. Yell at the others to get inside then disappear. Then break a crystal up, if it doesn't blow up smash them with it.

Rolled 50, 23 = 73 (2d100)

>>36638

Name: Charlie Stewart

Age: 27

Gender: Male

Backstory: An actor for soap opera "The Decision"

+Skills: Acting II, Deception I

+Inventory: Cellphone (dead), 3 days of rations, QBZ-95 rifle, 3 Magazine (30 rounds), Combat Knife, Water Flask (full), QSZ-92 pistol, 3 magazines (15 rounds), Bullet proof vest

+Power: I'm Sand? (What am I, the sandman?)

+Bonus: Rich and Famous - You are a renowned actor and have all the recognition as such by people who used to watch movies or tv. You also have a mansion in the hills, if that survived.

(Do I have to roll for putting the vest on or is it on if I have it?)

1 Time to head home, luckily even if I don't know how to use it at the moment I can still act like I can shoot someone. Probably.

2 Practice with the combat knife. A little swinging just to get used to it and then when I get further away from this mess maybe I can practice with the gun.

Rolled 12, 14 = 26 (2d100)

>>36638

Name: Xing

Age: 32

Gender: Male

Backstory: Xing was conscripted into the army. He was taken by military truck from his farming village he had trained hard, learning to speak English, studying American culture and geography, preparing for the great invasion. For decades, the Chinese had secretly built up a huge army and navy. Xing was part of a massive armada fleet, the largest ever assembled, meant to invade the United States when Chinese astronomers predicted that their satellite network would be knocked out by an asteroid shower. On the day of the great invasion, he was sleeping in a transport barge, the next moment he woke up on a beach covered in sand and water. He looked all around to see thousands of Chinese ships lining the beaches of an American city, but not a soul in sight.

The ships and the city were covered by a mist that he presumed to be some kind of terrible chemical weapon. Bodies, the bodies were everywhere. Chinese, Americans. The cowardly Americans gassed their own city to stop the invasion. Disgusted by the slaughter and carnage and fearing the mist, he took his weapon and put on his gas-mask and left the graveyard in search of answers. The invasion had failed, now he just had to survive.

+Skills: Hand to Hand I, Rifles I, Pistols I

+Inventory: 3 days of rations, QBZ-95 rifle, 3 Magazine (30 rounds), Combat Knife, Water Flask (full), QSZ-92 pistol, 3 magazines (15 rounds), Bullet proof vest

+Power: Lasers? (You can shoot lasers (?) from your finger tips)

+Bonus: Chinese army - You are chinese army, in the end result of an obvious chinese invasion. People are going to blame you for the end result and you will not be well liked by anyone without serious effort and outright attacked by some.

1-2. Wait until they leave the area, then head deeper into the city.

Rolled 31, 19, 70, 54, 74, 34, 7 = 289 (7d100)

>>36649

1. Diver attacking you.

2. Second one diving at your friends.

3-5. Students trying to get back inside.

6. ?????

>>36690

7. Zombies search roll -30

>>36649

1&2. You swing at the diving bat creature and it breaks apart into a swarm of bats, scratching at your arm but not doing much damage. The bat creature begins to reform behind you. In that time you then try to crack the crystals but as you get close the crystals collapse into mist and flow into your hand. This happens to all the crystals on the solar panels and in the end you are left with four, heavy, baseball sized orbs in your hand and braced against your body. You somehow know that if you crust one of these orbs in your hand something will happen, but it will be dangerous. The screeching of pain brings you back to reality. As you will yourself invisible to the two bat creatures you turn to see one of your companions, the one said to have survived the mist, has his hand raised and one of the bat creatures is on the ground writhing and clawing at itself in what can only be assumed is unimaginable pain. Aaron yells at you "Layla, what are you doing!? Get in here!"

+4 ??? Orbs

-One bat creature is taken care of

-You can crush an orb as a free action

>>36652

1, You begin to walk home, although it will take some time (one more action success) you thankfully don't see any looters or gangs, just the signs of looting around.

2. Which end do you hold again?

>>36690

1&2. The zombies don't leave. For some reason they are sticking around, looking. They don't spot you, but they don't seem to be stopping their search any time soon.

Rolled 47, 84 = 131 (2d100)

>>36747

Name: Layla Samson

Age: 23

Gender: Female

Backstory: Layla was a college student who had a job as a bicycle courier to make ends meet. It was a long hard job, but it paid. Granted the long hours and how weather did nothing for her looks, but it did let her know her way round the city very well. Well enough to usually avoid the bad sections, and when she couldn't she had a crowbar for a "creep stick" to ward em off. Things were going fine til the mists came while she was on the job. She tried to out pedal it, but how can you outpace the weather?

+Skills: Navigation I, Cardio I, Chemistry I

+Inventory: Courier bag, bicycle, cellphone (dead), Crowbar, Water bottle (with filter),

+40 bottled water

+20 jerky bags

+20 chip bags

+4 ??? Orbs

+Power: Invisibility? (I mean, that creep didn't see me, right?)

+Followers: 5 College students.

+All college students (Armed: Knives)

+Bonus: Know the streets - You know your way around the city and can get around road blocks with ease, as well you can get a good idea where something is going down from landmarks

1-2.. Trigger Invisibility and run for cover. If it looks like things are going to shit crush an orb.

Rolled 86, 48, 63, 13, 66, 25 = 301 (6d100)

>>36750

1-4. Shut the door when you get in.

5. Make sure the bat creature dies.

6. The second bat creature runs in fear of whatever is causing it's companion a painful death.

Rolled 24, 86 = 110 (2d100)

>>36747

Name: Charlie Stewart

Age: 27

Gender: Male

Backstory: An actor for soap opera "The Decision"

+Skills: Acting II, Deception I

+Inventory: Cellphone (dead), 3 days of rations, QBZ-95 rifle, 3 Magazine (30 rounds), Combat Knife, Water Flask (full), QSZ-92 pistol, 3 magazines (15 rounds), Bullet proof vest

+Power: I'm Sand? (What am I, the sandman?)

+Bonus: Rich and Famous - You are a renowned actor and have all the recognition as such by people who used to watch movies or tv. You also have a mansion in the hills, if that survived.

1 What was it Jon told her sister? 'Stick'em with the pointy end?' Knoife training

2 Almost home.

Name: Charles Konungson

Age: 19

Gender: male

Backstory: A swedish immigrant and adrenaline junkie, knows ancient viking wrestling techniques

>>36768

+Skills: Grappling I, Lifting I, Hand to Hand I

+Inventory: Cellphone (dead), Reusable water bottle (empty), 2 Protein bars

+Power: Disintegration? (Well that bike did disappear)

+Bonus: Thrill junky - where others might panic or run you are cool under pressure. You are used to the adrenaline and danger of a situation, and as such get a +5 to all actions in actively dangerous situations such as fights or running away from things.

It has been a day since you have woken up from the mist and found your group dead around you. You have been wandering the Hills for a while, but have only found the dead.

>>36769

Name: Charles Konungson

Age: 19

Gender: Male

Backstory: A swedish immigrant and adrenaline junkie, knows ancient viking wrestling techniques

+Skills: Grappling I, Lifting I, Hand to Hand I

+Inventory: Cellphone (dead), Reusable water bottle (empty), 2 Protein bars

+Power: Disintegration? (Well that bike did disappear)

+Bonus: Thrill junky - where others might panic or run you are cool under pressure. You are used to the adrenaline and danger of a situation, and as such get a +5 to all actions in actively dangerous situations such as fights or running away from things.

Action 1: Explore the surroundings see what i can find

Action 2: Use my power on the dead, the smell is fucking terrible

Rolled 49, 2 = 51 (2d100)

>>36801

>>36750

1&2. You dive to the door and turn to see the other bat creature fleeing. It seems it wanted an easy meal and got an actual fight. Your companions split their attention between you and Morgan, the one who killed the other bat creature somehow.

Aaron - "What the hell Lay? What were you doing? What is that in your hand? Morgan the FUCK did you do?!"

Susan - "Are you two okay?"

Morgan - "I don't know, I think I boiled it's blood."

Tom and Tinna (Twins) - "How the fuck did you do that!?"

Morgan - "I DON'T KNOW!"

You can hear screams from down below and people yelling in the building, most notably "Holy shit the power is on!"

>>36763

1. No, no, that line was definitely "Give me that before you cut yourself."

2. Surprisingly you found no looters or unsavory types on your way home. Loitering in front of your house is a large man though, seemingly just staring at the corpses around the street. (You have found Druza) He hasn't seemed to notice you yet.

>>36801

1. Nothing much of interest. Most places are some rich actor's mansion, and therefor locked down right now, and the streets are littered with corpses. You do find a switchblade next to a guy. +Switchblade

2. The corpse smell goes from all around you to in your clothes as the corpse becomes naught but air. This is never going to get out.

Rolled 37, 11 = 48 (2d100)

Name: Xing

Age: 32

Gender: Male

Backstory: Xing was conscripted into the army. He was taken by military truck from his farming village he had trained hard, learning to speak English, studying American culture and geography, preparing for the great invasion. For decades, the Chinese had secretly built up a huge army and navy. Xing was part of a massive armada fleet, the largest ever assembled, meant to invade the United States when Chinese astronomers predicted that their satellite network would be knocked out by an asteroid shower. On the day of the great invasion, he was sleeping in a transport barge, the next moment he woke up on a beach covered in sand and water. He looked all around to see thousands of Chinese ships lining the beaches of an American city, but not a soul in sight.

The ships and the city were covered by a mist that he presumed to be some kind of terrible chemical weapon. Bodies, the bodies were everywhere. Chinese, Americans. The cowardly Americans gassed their own city to stop the invasion. Disgusted by the slaughter and carnage and fearing the mist, he took his weapon and put on his gas-mask and left the graveyard in search of answers. The invasion had failed, now he just had to survive.

+Skills: Hand to Hand I, Rifles I, Pistols I

+Inventory: 3 days of rations, QBZ-95 rifle, 3 Magazine (30 rounds), Combat Knife, Water Flask (full), QSZ-92 pistol, 3 magazines (15 rounds), Bullet proof vest

+Power: Lasers? (You can shoot lasers (?) from your finger tips)

+Bonus: Chinese army - You are chinese army, in the end result of an obvious chinese invasion. People are going to blame you for the end result and you will not be well liked by anyone without serious effort and outright attacked by some.

1-2. Keep trying to sneak away, sneakily sneaking to avoid being caught. By sneaking.

>>37412

Aaron My power is invisibility remember? Apparently it's selective. Sadly, bats don't need to see to find me. Morgan anyone who survived the mist gets something in exchange. As to what these things are Aaron? They're the crystals formed by the mist that were coating the solar panels. They kinda did this when I got close. I think these might give more powers, assuming they don't just make us die horribly.

>>37415

Arron looks horribly confused by all of this. "That… that explains why we didn't see anything, and why you were standing there like a madman." Arron gets a thoughtful expression on his face and goes quiet, muttering to himself. Morgan takes this time to turn to you "I know that much, I just don't know how I know what I did."

>>37416

"Morgan, it's in part instinctive. Like I KNEW I could crush these, and they would be incredibly dangerous to use, but would help. Whatever this mist shit is, it seems impart stuff onto the survivors. You seem to have a better handle on what you can do than me though. We should probably scrounge for items, and weapons if those bats come back. Maybe some Aerosol and lighters? "

Rolled 96, 62 = 158 (2d100)

>>36801

Thank God its someone white,poor fellow looks to be in shock though.

"Are you alright? Its dangerous outside so come rest inside my home. Most everyone is dead and its all because of a Chinese invasion I've seen their ships and troops on the beaches and this fog is surely their doing. Give me a little space though I am still jumpy from what I saw on the beach…it was a savage monster whose cries chilled my blood and it had made thralls of men."

>>37412

Name: Charlie Stewart

Age: 27

Gender: Male

Backstory: An actor for soap opera "The Decision"

+Skills: Acting II, Deception I

+Inventory: Cellphone (dead), 3 days of rations, QBZ-95 rifle, 3 Magazine (30 rounds), Combat Knife, Water Flask (full), QSZ-92 pistol, 3 magazines (15 rounds), Bullet proof vest

+Power: I'm Sand? (What am I, the sandman?)

+Bonus: Rich and Famous - You are a renowned actor and have all the recognition as such by people who used to watch movies or tv. You also have a mansion in the hills, if that survived.

1&2 Open the front door and then lock it again once both of us are inside, if he accepts my hospitality.

>>37417

Arron was about to speak but with this new information he goes back to mumbling to himself before Tinna slaps him out of it. "Now is NOT the time to be spacing out Arron!" "Sorry, sorry. There should be aerosol in a supply closet for the janitors, as for lighters." Arron simply reaches into his pocket and produces a lighter "My major can be a bit stressful."

Rolled 41, 77 = 118 (2d100)

>>37418

>Sat

>>37412

>Name: Charles Konungson

>Age: 19

>Gender: Male

>Backstory: A swedish immigrant and adrenaline junkie, knows ancient viking wrestling techniques

>+Skills: Grappling I, Lifting I, Hand to Hand I

>+Inventory: Cellphone (dead), Reusable water bottle (empty), 2 Protein bars, Switchblade

>+Power: Disintegration? (Well that bike did disappear)

>+Bonus: Thrill junky - where others might panic or run you are cool under pressure. You are used to the adrenaline and danger of a situation, and as such get a +5 to all actions in actively dangerous situations such as fights or running away from things.

>Action 1: Follow morgoth.

>Action 2: Inspect the switchblade

>>37418

"ah oh, uhm yeah sure i'm not quite sure what's going just yet, but if there are monsters around i'll glady join you"