6ae657 No.33204 [Last50 Posts]
May 16th 2017. It was a normal day in LA. The sun was shining, the waves crashed upon the beach, President Man Guy was giving a speech, and the people are still crazy. That was until the sky fell, and the mist came. Around the world and across the news, until the power went out. Large asteroids crashed across the world and the world was enveloped by a mist. Many who were trapped outside collapsed, and either died or were changed. You were one of those trapped outside, but you did not die in the mist. You awake in the streets paved by shattered glass and cracked concrete. The power is out and bodies lay strewn about.
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Dice will be 2d100 and use this roll chart:
100: Crit success
99-90: 3x success
89-80: 2x success
79-41: Success
40-6: Fail
5-2: Amazing fail (not as bad as crit, but more amusing for me)
1: Crit fail
Skills will be numerical, from 1 to 5. Each level gives you a +5 to related rolls, and takes twice as long to get a new level of a skill.
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6ae657 No.33206
>>33204
Name: Officer Jackson Freeley
Age: 47
Gender: Malr
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.
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6ae657 No.33207
>>33206
+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 Fuz - 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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6ae657 No.33208
>>33204
Name: Simon White
Age: Average
Gender: CIS White Male
Backstory:
Simon White was a typical American. Hitting his midlife crisis at full speed the freshly divorced office drone gave up on his secure job in favor of pursuing his dreams in the City of Angels. How lucky he had been that his ex-wife had gotten custody of the kids, all the moving and readjusting would only have complicated things for all of them anyway. Simon still kept pictures of them in his wallet.
Meanwhile somewhat disillusioned but by no means giving up Simon is living in a cramped apartment stuffed with his few belongings, hopes and dreams. While the building itself is pretty run down White does his best to keep the place at least somewhat tidy and the cockroaches out of the bed. To pay for it all he works part time as a grocery store clerk, naturally this is only an inbetween thing until he gets the one shot he needs to make it big.
Coming from a rather rural area Simon is not particularly outgoing, still he frequents a bar located not far from his apartment. Though he quite vocally disapproves of beer in general it is usually after another failed audition that he finds himself on the same old bar stool, sipping on the miserable watery brew that is the local beer.
Of course there was one more thing about the wannabe actor. That one thing was that just about everything about him was fake. His name was not Simon White, he had never been married, hell, he wasn't even American. The man whose entire life was an act set up to fool the unsuspecting observer was in fact a BND Agent tasked with setting up a Cover for reasons yet to be revealed.
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6ae657 No.33210
>>33208
+Skills: Deceit II, Acting I
+Inventory: Secret recording device (tooth), pictures of kids (fake), Rolex (suicide device)
+Power: Spider Control? (Spiders seem to follow your mental commands)
+Bonus: Spy games - you are used to having to take up new personas and get a +20 when tricking people with a new persona.
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6ae657 No.33211
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.
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6ae657 No.33212
>>33211
+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.
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6ae657 No.33213
Name: Mark Simmons
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Backstory:
Mark Simmons is a stereotypical surfer dude who is really into dolphins. Like, dude, really into dolphins, even wears a dolphin charm. He swears he's not a furry. He may be lying.
Mark spends his time split between working a beachside drink shack and staring longingly at the ocean waves, and actually in the waves, surfing. Oh and like dude, don't you have class at the college, for your Oceanography degree? Bummer your lectures will be today, away from the coast - the weather today is gonna be killer, man.
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6ae657 No.33214
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.
Johnny found himself in LA on this unfortunate day as he had decided to attend the estate sale of the once great and now bankrupt [insert director/actor name here] in the hopes of getting something cool.
No image because all I could find were hipsters and potheads.
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6ae657 No.33215
>>33213
+Skills: Swimming II, Surfing I
+Inventory: Oceanography textbook, Oceanography notes, Backpack, Pen, Dolphin charm, cellphone (dead)
+Power: Gravity Manipulation? (You can certainly make yourself lighter or heavier)
+Bonus: Water Addiction - You enjoy being in the water and surfing and you get a bonus when in the water.
>>33214
+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.
>>33210
>>33207
I forgot add Phone (dead) to your items.
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6ae657 No.33216
>>33215
>>33208
>>33206
Mis-link, take the phones!
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6ae657 No.33218
Name: Randy "Cheeseburglar" Arnolds
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Backstory: A promotional icon for the LA area's M.C. Donald's International House of Burger, Randy Arnolds is a small time children's icon and 'villain' by day, stealing the cheeseburgers right off unsuspecting customers' tables. By night he is an actual petty thief and cannabis dealer.
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6ae657 No.33219
>>33218
+Skills: Acting I, Stealth I, Lockpicking I
+Inventory: Cheeseburglar costume, cellphone (dead), crowbar, locksmith kit, duffel-bag
+Power: Fire form? (Holy shit I am fire!?)
+Bonus: Icon - You are a known figure due to commercials, even if you were payed shit. People will recognize you and children are likely to embrace you happily.
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6ae657 No.33220
>>33204
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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.
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6ae657 No.33221
>>33204
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?
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6ae657 No.33222
>>33204
>Name: Bob "Hobo" Smith
>Age: 46
>Gender: M
>Backstory: So everyone knows that Bob on the corner is a bit, crazy. He tends to claim he fought in Vietnam despite clearly being too young for it. Truth is, he used to be a regular factory worker until a string of bad luck put him on the streets, begging for change.
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6ae657 No.33223
>>33220
+Skills: Hand to Hand I, Intimidation I, Mexican Cuisine I
+Inventory: Cooking Knife, cellphone (dead), tracking anklet (dead)
+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.
>>33221
+Skills: Navigation I, Cardio I, Chemistry I
+Inventory: Courier bag, bicycle, cellphone (dead), Crowbar
+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.
>>33222
+Skills: Stealth I, Scavenging I, Navigation I
+Inventory: Cardboard sign (For Food), Cardboard sign (End is neigh)(found)
+Power: Healing? (Hey my leg is better!)
+Bonus: Homeless - you know your way through the back alleys without being spotted and get a bonus to moving around unseen.
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6ae657 No.33225
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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.
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6ae657 No.33226
>>33225
+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.
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6ae657 No.33228
 | Rolled 14, 62, 5, 81, 40, 91, 42, 51 = 386 (8d100) |
>>33204
Situation rolls: (Lower is worse)
1. Long Beach
2. Beverly Hills
3. Hollywood
4-8. Randomly through city.
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6ae657 No.33230
>>33204
>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?
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6ae657 No.33231
>>33230
+Skills: Sketching I, Painting II, Canadian I
+Inventory: Paints, Brushes, sketchbook, pencils
+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.
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6ae657 No.33232
>>33206
>>33208
>>33211
>>33213
>>33214
>>33218
>>33220
>>33221
>>33222
>>33225
>>33230
>>33228
You awake where you fell. It was late afternoon when you were knocked unconscious by the mist but now it is morning. Dead bodies lie around, everywhere. Some twisted into inhuman forms, some torn as if bitten or chewed upon. While a few fires burn they seem to be dying down instead of flaring up and the mist is dissipating, it will be gone within minutes at this rate. Bestial hows can be heard through the city and a great rawr comes from the Northwest of the city. The fight for survival begins.
You may post! You may alter your power section to reflect what you think your power is, I have the page marked for what your power actually is.
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6ae657 No.33233
>>33232
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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1-2. Jackson groans pulling himself up from the hard ground the corpses littered around him from the kids basketball game he was once hosting. After a short burst of vomiting and shaking he heads back to his cruiser, he had to get back to the police station!
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6ae657 No.33234
| Rolled 83, 49 = 132 (2d100) |
>>33233
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6ae657 No.33236
| Rolled 15, 43 = 58 (2d100) |
>>33232
>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.
1-2 After waking right next to the now ruined Starbucks, Reggie Wallis tries to head back to his dorm and tries to go back to bed.
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6ae657 No.33237
| Rolled 64, 46 = 110 (2d100) |
>>33232
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
+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. Wow, shit, this is fucked up. Try to figure out exactly where I am, everything looks different now and I wasn't exactly paying attention to where I was going with the murder mist.
+Navigation 1
+Knows the streets
2. Bike to the college avoiding any howls or roaring while riding my bike.
+Navigation 1
+Cardio 1
+Knows the streets
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6ae657 No.33239
| Rolled 70, 8 = 78 (2d100) |
Name: Randy "Cheeseburglar" Arnolds
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Backstory: A promotional icon for the LA area's M.C. Donald's International House of Burger, Randy Arnolds is a small time children's icon and 'villain' by day, stealing the cheeseburgers right off unsuspecting customers' tables. By night he is an actual petty thief and cannabis dealer.
+Skills: Acting I, Stealth I, Lockpicking I
+Inventory: Cheeseburglar costume, cellphone (dead), crowbar, locksmith kit, duffel-bag
+Power: Fire Manipulation
+Bonus: Icon - You are a known figure due to commercials, even if you were payed shit. People will recognize you and children are likely to embrace you happily.
1. Well this is certainly a mess, for lack of a better word. I'm not even sure what this IS. It's like a nightmare that's gotten way to real. The fuck is up with the smoke and flames though, it's all over but it's right outside my field of visi- FUCK I'M ON FIRE! I'M A BURNING CORPSE! Okay… Actually, I'm not burning. That's a good start… Let's try turning it off. And, if all goes well, we can try turning it back on…
2. Then it's back to the apartment to calm down with a little bit of product. I need to deal, and weed is going to help me with that. Then I'll check the news and see what's up.
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6ae657 No.33240
| Rolled 20, 95 = 115 (2d100) |
>>33232
Name: Mark Simmons
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Backstory:
Mark Simmons is a stereotypical surfer dude who is really into dolphins. Like, dude, really into dolphins, even wears a dolphin charm. He swears he's not a furry. He may be lying.
Mark spends his time split between working a beachside drink shack and staring longingly at the ocean waves, and actually in the waves, surfing. Oh and like dude, don't you have class at the college, for your Oceanography degree? Bummer your lectures will be today, away from the coast - the weather today is gonna be killer, man.
+Skills: Swimming II, Surfing I
+Inventory: Oceanography textbook, Oceanography notes, Backpack, Pen, Dolphin charm, cellphone (dead)
+Power: Gravity Manipulation? (You can certainly make yourself lighter or heavier)
+Bonus: Water Addiction - You enjoy being in the water and surfing and you get a bonus when in the water.
1) Woah man. This is like super heavy. Oh god that dude's face is… I'm going to be sick. Is anyone else here even alive…? (Check for other survivors)
2) Hearing lots of things around. This aint cool man! I don't want to hurt anything… gonna have to find someplace to hole up that'll be safe (Find a shelter)
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6ae657 No.33241
| Rolled 67, 37 = 104 (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
+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.
Oh no! What is happening, eh? Is this my worst nightmare?
Darleen frowns slightly. "My worst nightmare involved a pack of rabid wolves, I was stuck somewhere in the Yukon… and there were tall, skinny rabbits and they were drinking heavily…"
"I don't think this is my worst nightmare."
Darleen quickly checks the nearby bodies. Someone had to have an unlocked phone or one of those maps. Oh, or one of those American cowboy guns! She could politely borrow any of these items.
2.
Perhaps Darleen should report this strange event to the local Mounties? Yes, yes she should! It was the Canadian thing to do! Off to the local RCMP station. Wait, did LA have a local RCMP station? They must have some sort of Royal police force, somewhere.
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6ae657 No.33243
| Rolled 35, 66 = 101 (2d100) |
>>33232
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.
1.Well everyone is dead and there seem to be wild animals. I'm just gonna run wildly screaming back to my RV.
2. Phone seems to be dead too, should probably quickly check to see if one of the dead people has a phone to try and call my parents.
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6ae657 No.33244
| Rolled 10, 62 = 72 (2d100) |
>>33223
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 (dead)
+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, homes. I don't like this shit. I don't like this one fuckin' bit.
First things first: find a gun. Shit's popping off everywhere, I need something sturdier than a knife.
2. Alright, once I got myself a piece, I hit up the trap, see what's up with my boys…
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6ae657 No.33255
| Rolled 77, 89 = 166 (2d100) |
>>33232
Name: Simon White
Age: Average
Gender: CIS White Male
Backstory:
Secret.. AGENT MAN, secret.. AGENT MAN, they've given you a number and taken 'way your name!
+Skills: Deceit II, Acting I
+Inventory: Secret recording device (tooth), pictures of kids (fake), Rolex (suicide device), phone (dead)
+Power: Spider Control? (Spiders seem to follow your mental commands)
+Bonus: Spy games - you are used to having to take up new personas and get a +20 when tricking people with a new persona.
1. Meteors, fires, creepy howling? This was some Starship Troopers kind of shit. Something rumbled around in a few trashcans not too far away from Simon. He turned around to see a big ass spider on the wall, probably eyeing him. After all what didn't those creepy things eye? They had eight of them after all.
Please don't come over here, he thought to himself and easily enough the spider vanished back into the shadows. Spiders usually didn't attack people right? They're more afraid of you than you're afraid of them., or at least that was what everyone else had always said.
He wasn't so sure whether this could be applied to whatever creepy things were breaking out of their owners' terraria right about now.
Another howl tore through the silence, had the zoo gotten its fair share of the chaos as well? It would probably best to get a hold of a gun, seeing as American natural disaster response was abysmal at best. While trying to get a call out Simon would head towards the nearest gun store, surely he would be able to whip up some story and convince the guy there to part with some guns and ammunition.
2. Afterwards Simon would head to the store he worked at. He could grab some food and water there, perhaps he could help out some other people as well once he had gotten his own situation sorted out. Chances were he would bump into some of the other employees, he could check in with them and make sure everyone was alright. They were good people after all.
Most of them anyway.
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6ae657 No.33257
| Rolled 89, 45 = 134 (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. I need a disguise. A cloak, or hood, to hide my armor.
2. I want to avoid crowds and markets find a more secluded source of food and water. Try to hunt some animals, like birds or other, and boil some water to drink. Lasers are supposed to be silent aren't they?
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6ae657 No.33258
>>33257
Edit: turns out we have to be in a here-and-now mindset rather than over-time
1. try to get off the beach and go look around in some empty houses for shelter
2. look for a place where animals might congregate, a forest or a park
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6ae657 No.33259
| Rolled 32, 62 = 94 (2d100) |
>>33258
Damn. Rerolling to get off the beach and find places to find things.
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6ae657 No.33260
>>33232
Name: Bob "Hobo" Smith
Age: 46
Gender: M
Backstory: So everyone knows that Bob on the corner is a bit, crazy. He tends to claim he fought in Vietnam despite clearly being too young for it. Truth is, he used to be a regular factory worker until a string of bad luck put him on the streets, begging for change.
Skills: Stealth I, Scavenging I, Navigation I
Inventory: Cardboard sign (For Food), Cardboard sign (End is neigh)(found)
Power: Healing? (Hey my leg is better!)
Bonus: Homeless - you know your way through the back alleys without being spotted and get a bonus to moving around unseen.
1-2 Hey, it's a sign! "The end is neigh?" a little late for that isn't it? Well better do what I did in Nam and find someplace defendable.
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6ae657 No.33261
| Rolled 53, 93 = 146 (2d100) |
>>33260
Quite the dicy situation.
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6ae657 No.33262
>>33204
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.
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6ae657 No.33263
>>33262
+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.
You may post.
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6ae657 No.33266
>>33204
>Name: Dio Brando
>Age: ???
>Gender: Male fucking VAMPIRE
>Backstory: See Phantom Blood and His Stand ZA WARUDO. After his attempted assassination on Man Guy, DIO was forced into hiding, DIO writhed listening to the speech, but he saw the asteroids he laughed maniacally, before using his Stand Power "ZA WARUDO" to stop time and find a safe haven.
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6ae657 No.33267
>>33266
+Skills: Throwing I, Diplomacy II, Deceit II
+Inventory: 5 Throwing Knives, Cellphone (dead)
+Power: Paper man animation? (Well that paper man IS walking)
+Bonus: Delusional - You believe you are an immortal vampire and have STAND POWER. Well, crazier things have happened, like yesterday. At least you are good at getting followers, and get a bonus to such. (Note, you can not actually stop time and can not willingly go out into the sunlight)
You may post
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6ae657 No.33268
| Rolled 28, 48 = 76 (2d100) |
>>33263
>>33262
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.
1/2. What the FUCK bruh, this will totally fuck up my GTL schedule! FUGEHDABOUTIT! I'm gonna figure what this fucking ball does though!
(Experiment with this little ball)
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6ae657 No.33284
>>33232
Name: Charlie Stewart
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Backstory: An actor for soap opera "The Decision"
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6ae657 No.33285
>>33284
+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.
You may post
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6ae657 No.33286
>>33284
>>33285
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 Try to make my way home. Ive got to call my family and then my agent.
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6ae657 No.33287
| Rolled 36, 15 = 51 (2d100) |
>>33286
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6ae657 No.33783
>>33233
You head to your patrol car and try to start the engine, which refuses to start. It seems that the battery is dead. Strange, you didn't leave the headlights on did you? Well at least the station isn't too far away. Half a day and one more reminder you need to lose weight later and you stand in front of the station. There are a few dead outside, but otherwise it seems quiet.
>>33236
Good news is that the starbucks is on campus and the dorms arn't too far away. Horrifying news is the large amount of corpses littered everywhere. One the roads, in the parks, everywhere. Being careful not to disturb any of the dead, because God knows if they will come back or not, and you are at your dorm across from the college of dentistry. It is quiet, but you think you hear some people. Sounds like crying. You don't enter your own apartment yet, but don't hear anything coming from within.
>>33237
Seems like you are next to the Los Amigos mall, thankfully not too far away from campus. The bike ride is slower than normal due to all the crashed cars and dead bodies but you are able to make it to the dorms quickly enough. You think you see someone running into the dorms.
>>33239
You focus on turning off the fire, and like wiggling your ears for the first time it takes a while but eventually you turn it off. You do notice something in the process, your arms weren't on fire, your arms WERE fire.
>>33240
There seem to be no other survivors in your area. Even the chinese looking men with what looks like full military gear are dead in the sand. Thankfully you are near the Manhattan pier and the museum nearby. The museum is empty, but at least there are no bodies yet.
>>33241
Dead, Dead, Dead, Dead, Dead. How is every cellphone here dead!? +10 Dead cellphones
You run down the walkways of Warner Bros. Studios, having been touring with your group. You freeze in place as you hear what sounds like crunching and bones breaking. The smell of blood permeates the air.
>>33243
Dead, Dead, all dead. Their cellphones too. You move the body of someone who tried to get into your RV for protection. You would be screaming but one of those animals seem to be close.
>>33244
No one has a gun in the restaurant, damn. You decide to head to the Javier apartment. You open the door, which was unlocked, to see Uno, Dos, and Tres drinking at the table. They are called so because they are all named Javier and the Boss can be a dick sometimes. Uno looks up from his drink and says "Oh shit, it's Vasquez. Nothing tried to bite you, did it?" Dos pipes up "Cut that shit out man, this isn't a fucking zombie film." Tres nods in agreement and says to you "See anyone alive out there Vasquez?"
>>33255
Thankfully your place of work has a gun store nearby. You don't see a dead body in the gunstore so the owner might still be alive, but your sure he won't mind a missing shotgun. Just like your sure the store won't miss some missing cans of food and bottles of water, or that shopping cart for the matter. +Winchester 101 shotgun (Double barrel), 24 shells buckshot, 10 cans beans, 10 cans greens, 24 bottles of water, shopping cart.
>>33257
You find the, whatever the hell these americans wear over their swimsuits, of an extremely fat woman. Works fairly well. Avoiding crowds would be easy enough, avoiding markets would be a bit harder, avoiding the walking corpse of your ally not so much… Wait what!? You see another soldier drag a body away to … somewhere. The mechanical walking, open mouth, and dead eyes give him the look of a zombie. The acid burns on his armor don't help. You also see someone else in the distance, looks like a beach-goer.
>>33260
Hard to find a defendable place in LA but you think one of these apartments will do. You stop when you hear some men speaking, sounds like they have Hispanic accents.
>>33268
You mess with the ball, it feels like putty in your hands but when you throw it to the ground it sounds more like throwing glass. It doesn't break, doesn't even get a perceivable crack or scratch.
>>33286
You stand up and immediately see two Chinese soldiers. Oh right, they were invading when the mist came. One seems to be wearing a swimwear cover meant for a fat woman and the other seems to be dragging a dead body somewhere.
Announcements: It has reached noon and the mist seems to have cleared up.
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.
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6ae657 No.33784
Name: Jimmy "Klan Man" White
Age: 29
Gender: All american man
Backstory:
Jimmy was a normal, average klan member born and raised in Southern Alabama. He's an afficianado of firearms, mostly from hunting down brown-o's and dealing out lead punishment. He was ironing his robes in a trailer when suddenly, meteors struck his ma's trailer, forcing him to hide down in his twister bunker.
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6ae657 No.33785
| Rolled 86, 32 = 118 (2d100) |
>>33783
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
+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. Head into the dorms towards my room so I can grab my gear. Keep an eye and ear out for anything alive.
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6ae657 No.33787
| Rolled 44, 91 = 135 (2d100) |
>>33268
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.
1/2 Fucking sick orb bruh, this is like some crystal ball shit. I wanna try channeling my Guido energy into next and see what happens
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6ae657 No.33791
>>33784
New mibbit username: mib_9isy31
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6ae657 No.33794
| Rolled 70, 67 = 137 (2d100) |
>>33783
Name: Bob "Hobo" Smith
Age: 46
Gender: M
Backstory: So everyone knows that Bob on the corner is a bit, crazy. He tends to claim he fought in Vietnam despite clearly being too young for it. Truth is, he used to be a regular factory worker until a string of bad luck put him on the streets, begging for change.
Skills: Stealth I, Scavenging I, Navigation I
Inventory: Cardboard sign (For Food), Cardboard sign (End is neigh)(found)
Power: Healing? (Hey my leg is better!)
Bonus: Homeless - you know your way through the back alleys without being spotted and get a bonus to moving around unseen.
1 It's no bunker, but it will do. Time to look for food, water and other essential supplies.
2 We aren't at war with Mexico yet are we? Hmm… better remain hidden while trying to hear what they are talking about.
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6ae657 No.33819
| Rolled 38, 3 = 41 (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. What is he doing? I trail the other soldier carefully, I want to see what this gas does to people so I am better prepared.
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6ae657 No.33822
| Rolled 15, 19 = 34 (2d100) |
>>33783
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.
1. First things first scrounge through my kitchenette and collect any food I can and see if I can recharge my phone
2. Try and get my RV started and drive the hell out of here, maybe whatever is happening is localized and I can find some not dead people
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6ae657 No.33826
| Rolled 11, 32 = 43 (2d100) |
>>33783
>Name: Simon White
>Age: Average
>Gender: CIS White Male
>Backstory:
>Secret.. AGENT MAN, secret.. AGENT MAN, they've given you a number and taken 'way your name!
>Skills: Deceit II, Acting I
>Inventory:
+ Secret recording device (tooth)
+ pictures of kids (fake)
+ Rolex (suicide device)
+ phone (dead)
+ Winchester 101 Shotgun (Double barrel) [24 Shells Buckshot]
+ 10 Cans Beans
+ 10 Cans Greens
+ 24 Bottles of water
+ Shopping Cart
>Power: Spider Control? (Spiders seem to follow your mental commands)
>Bonus: Spy games - you are used to having to take up new personas and get a +20 when tricking people with a new persona.
1-2. It was time for Simon to go back home and relax a bit. It would certainly be a matter of time until the US Disaster response got its ass in gear and police- and firemen started to swarm the city and force their poorly trained and maintained aid on the unfortunate inhabitants of the city. Out of electricity he would just have to lie in his bed and stare at the ceiling. Then again there was not a lot more space in his apartment anyway.
+ Experiment Spider Powers in the Apartment
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6ae657 No.33847
| Rolled 33, 46 = 79 (2d100) |
>>33783
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.
—
1. Well holy fucking shit, look around the station for survivors!
2. Let's see if any of the radios are working at all, I need to talk to someone!
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6ae657 No.33850
| Rolled 27, 97 = 124 (2d100) |
>>33783
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.
Here on the beach I could see all these ships out in the water and the dead bodies…damn chinks invaded and bombed us with some kind of bio weapon like when I was 'Sergeant John Simpson' in the war drama 'The Yellow Tide'. My fellow californians and fans were dead along with my cellphone. I could have been killed by these bastards so I can't see a reason to let them walk off this beach before I get some answers.
12 See if I can control the sand of the beach and sink the two chinese soldiers up to their necks in sand to hold them in place.
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6ae657 No.33851
| Rolled 23, 58 = 81 (2d100) |
>>33783
>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.
1-2 Reggie Wallis looks for survivors as he does he breathes a sigh and said to himself "What a fucked up dream."
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6ae657 No.34116
| Rolled 51, 68 = 119 (2d100) |
>>33783
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 (dead)
+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.
"Naw, ese," says Vasquez, reaching out to give his boys the standard handshake. "Everyone's fuckin' dead. I ain't been bit by nothin', shit, I ain't -seen- nothin', man… What the fuck's up? Where's everybody else?"
1. Ask any of them if they've got a piece or a knuckleduster to spare.
2. Then, try to see if they've met– seen– anyone else from the crew since it all went to shit.
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6ae657 No.34126
>>33784
Give me a reason your in LA and your in.
>>33785
There are people alive. You can hear someone crying, people running around, people talking. Looks like people are coming out of their shock. You bust into your dorm on the second floor and start looking through your stuff, finding your reusable water bottle with the filter on the bedside table. You notice that there doesn't seem to be power through the dorm, or anywhere you passed for the matter. As your searching you don't notice a figure come from behind and grab you. Your about to reach for your creep stick when you notice who it is, and the tears running down your back. "Your alive. Oh God your alive." It's your roommate, Stacey.
+Water bottle (with filter)
>>33787
You try channeling energy into the ball, trying all sorts of forms and postures to channel your ki or whatever. Nothing happens. Finally you decide to channel energy out of it, your not sure why but it feels like it should work. You notice the ball get smaller slightly. Your surprised as your phone gives off a noise.
>>33794
You know that any apartment should have some food that you can get before it goes bad, hopefully, and the water might still work. It's your pick as long as you don't run into the previous owners.
The hispanics are just speaking of the current situation. You don't think the mexican army could do this, so they are probably residents.
>>33819
You follow along, the soldier seemingly ignoring you as it drags the corpse of your comrade. He seemingly cares little about the dead, or other obstacles. You hear it before you see it, a splashing noise and and strange gulping noises. You reach over a large point of sand and crashed ship and find a large blob of flesh with tentacles and a large gaping maw with teeth. Other soldiers similar to the one you were following are bringing bodies to the beast and throwing them into it's mouth. You stop upon the wreckage as the beast's eyes turn to you and it lets out a loud high pitched 'Skreeeeee'.
>>33822
You try everything. The RV has no power and you can't start the engine to get any power. You also ran out of food yesterday. You meant to go get groceries but then the mist came.
>>33826
You head back to your shitty apartment filled with mexican gangs and homeless people squatting and somehow find no spiders. You also hear no helicopters or sirens throughout the day.
>>33847
You try the radio on the uniform and get nothing, not even static. It's dead.
After the failed attempt you head into the station and see no dead. Strange. You head into the office area and find people. Living people! You could almost cry. You recognize them. Sgt. Garcia, a grizzled old Hispanic man and your boss. Officer Freely, a younger Caucasian man and new on the force. Then there was a guy you brought into holding for wandering the streets drunk, passed out in your patrol car as you brought him in yesterday morning. They haven't noticed you yet, but there isn't much talking going on mostly just solemn silence.
>>33850
You will the sand to move but it does not. It seems you can only control your own form. You flatten yourself out and they pass by you without incident, one seems to be focused on his comrade and the other just seems off and dragging a corpse. You follow them and a bit after they pass over a bit of ship you hear a loud 'Skreeeeeee'
>>33851
You open the door to your dorm and hope your roommate is alive. You see him, and your buddy from a couple doors down sitting around. Arron, your roommate, speaks up as soon as you open the door. "Holy shit! Reggie, your alive!" Zack, your friend, speaks up next "Thank God! You were at work when the mist came man, how did you survive?!"
>>34116
You ask for a weapon and get pointed to a spare knife on nearby. "Nah ese. Nada. Not since Uno got back, and even then he seems even more jumpy than Juan sampling the product." Uno replies "Fuck you, I'm fine. I don't know how I lived through that though. Walking in the street and I just collapsed, woke up earlier today. How'd you do it Lead?"
+Knife
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6ae657 No.34161
| 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.
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6ae657 No.34163
| 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!
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6ae657 No.34167
| 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)
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6ae657 No.34171
>>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.
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6ae657 No.34172
>>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?"
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6ae657 No.34174
>>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?"
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6ae657 No.34201
| 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!
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6ae657 No.34203
>>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."
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6ae657 No.34245
| 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.
—
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.
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6ae657 No.34287
| 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
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6ae657 No.34335
| 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.
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6ae657 No.34342
| 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…
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6ae657 No.35100
>>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.
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6ae657 No.35109
>>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.
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6ae657 No.35110
| Rolled 77, 55 = 132 (2d100) |
>>35109
with rolls
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6ae657 No.35504
>>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.
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6ae657 No.35505
| 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.
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6ae657 No.35520
| 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.
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6ae657 No.35904
| 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.
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6ae657 No.35923
| Rolled 46, 38 = 84 (2d100) |
>>35505
Reasons.
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6ae657 No.35925
>>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.
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6ae657 No.35926
| 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.
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6ae657 No.36063
| 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.
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6ae657 No.36462
>>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.
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6ae657 No.36468
| 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
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6ae657 No.36529
| 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
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6ae657 No.36575
| 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.
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6ae657 No.36638
| 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
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6ae657 No.36643
| Rolled 1 (1d4) |
>>36638
Reasons that are to be expected.
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6ae657 No.36645
>>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.
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6ae657 No.36649
| 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.
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6ae657 No.36652
| 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.
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6ae657 No.36690
| 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.
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6ae657 No.36745
| 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
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6ae657 No.36747
>>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.
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6ae657 No.36750
| 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.
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6ae657 No.36754
| 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.
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6ae657 No.36763
| 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.
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6ae657 No.36768
Name: Charles Konungson
Age: 19
Gender: male
Backstory: A swedish immigrant and adrenaline junkie, knows ancient viking wrestling techniques
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6ae657 No.36769
>>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.
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6ae657 No.36801
>>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
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6ae657 No.36803
| Rolled 49, 2 = 51 (2d100) |
>>36801
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6ae657 No.37412
>>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.
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6ae657 No.37414
| 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.
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6ae657 No.37415
>>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.
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6ae657 No.37416
>>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."
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6ae657 No.37417
>>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? "
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6ae657 No.37418
| 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.
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6ae657 No.37425
>>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."
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6ae657 No.37780
| 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"
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