MT RP Follow-Up: Post Apocalpyse

[shadow717]

It was getting dark, and Jacob needed to get some shelter. He was just about to enter a building, when he saw the headlights of a car in the distance, Jacob turned his flashlight on to make sure it wasn't a mutant. When he was sure that it was a car he began screaming, and jumping. The car's engine roared, and turned towards Jacob. Jacob tried to get out of the way, but the car hit him, throwing him into the side of a building, and knocked him out.

M-16 19/30-4
M-9 14/14-15

[Ragdollmaster]

"True, but your trigger finger can start to hurt if you tap rapidly to emulate the whole rapid fire scenario. That's why I picked the AK- it's stable enough to fire off in single shots or bursts and still be able to switch to rapid fire with a hold on the trigger." Damien said as the jeep drove off towards the shelter. "Well, old habits might kick in and you let off more rounds then you need to... hey, you seeing this?" Jack said as he slowed the jeep down and pointed off in front of them. Damien flipped around to the jeep's backseat and zoomed out with his new scope. "Yeah, looks like a few SWAT guys, actually. Honk the horn and speed up a little." Jack did so and reached the group pretty fast. Damien clambered out.

"Hey, you guys survivors?" he asked. "Not exactly. We're an ERT[Emergency Response Team] sent out here by the President." one of them, presumably the leader, answered. "Ah, right. Virgina was safe from the blast. Well, anyways, you guys hanging around long?" Jack asked. "Not quite. We're sticking around maybe a week, then moving on. You know at first scientists thought there were only about 30,000 people alive and unmutated, but it's significantly higher. Much of the Eastern Seaboard has experienced minimal population loss, there's probably still about 20 million people alive here in America alone. Obviously a big loss from 300 million but still... anyways, much of the water and food were contaminated, but there aren't many cases of starvation. We're trying to find all the survivors we can to rally up in Northern and Southern areas of Earth. They seem to be the least affected by the blast." the leader went on.

"So, move East is kind of the game plan?" Damien asked. "That's right. We're going to gather as many supplies as possible and then... start over. The environmental effects should reverse by next year. There's at least 100 million people across the world who are currently alive and unmutated, more then enough to recivilize the planet. And many of the world's military forces still have access to troop regiments and weapons of mass destruction, which will be helpful in wiping out the mutants." Jack checked the map. "Right now, we're on the far East edge of Texas... near the border of Houston, looks like. We can take the interstate and end up in North Florida, and then move up towards Virginia where there's minimal amounts of mutants running around." he said. Damien smiled. "Sure you don't want to detour into South Florida?" Jack laughed. "Damien, I'm sure the girls of Miami aren't interested in the last anthropomorphism on Earth." "Hey, maybe they are. You're rather unique, y'know." Jack shook his head and started up the jeep. "So are you guys doing sweeps of the city for survivors?" he asked the leader, who nodded. "You should get into our shelter with us. Maybe move all your cars there, get the troops in. It's big, comfortable, and undetectable by mutants. We should be fine."

~Passage Of Time - In the shelter now~

AK-47 Assault Rifle: 40/40-5
Remington M24-A2 Sniper Rifle: 5/5-10
A1 AWM (not on hand) 10/10-1
Glock (not on hand) 17/17-3

[Lotus Wolf]

Jack felt very out-of-place in the shelter surrounded by all humans. The leader of the ERT unit, who's name was Rick, asked him how he had survived when all the other anthropomorphs had died withing a day of the blast. Jack told him that he had been the one piloting the Altimus after it was hijacked, and that its hull had shielded him from the fallout. "I was lucky, a friend of mine wasn't so lucky." Jack said as he thought about Torrin. "What exactly happened to you after the crash, Damien?" Jack asked.

[Ragdollmaster]

"I woke up maybe an hour or two later and... everything I had was destroyed. My armor was partially messed up, though I've kind of fixed it recently. All the advanced weaponry was gone. Most of the bodies were incinerated... I figured you for dead. Actually, no. I didn't figure you for anything. I just got up and left without even thinking about what I was doing, I was so shell shocked from the blast. Found this town... built a little shelter and sat out the first week or so." Damien took a drink from a water bottle. "Y'know... I know Torrin's body was partially incinerated, but maybe he survived the blast. He had already been unconscious, who's to say he's not just in a coma or something now?" Jack shrugged. "I seriously doubt it. If you want to, we can go back to the Altimus tomorrow and check. All 7 of the others were completely destroyed though."

"You know, I think there might be some other anthros that survived." Jack said an hour or so later. "Yeah? What makes you say that?" "Well, a lot of the Eastern seaboard was minimally affected... I guess animals were less resistant to mutation as opposed to humans, but there's got to be a chance that in areas with minimal fallout there's minimal anthro mutation." Damien leaned back and thought about that. "Maybe. But it was pretty hard for anthros to evolve into what they did. Primates did it a long time ago. Canines and Felines followed in just the recent millenium or so. Reptiles are very new. They're so dependent on adapting that when they work so hard to get to a point and there's a drastic change, they can't cope with it. That's what wiped out all the dinosaurs, or so the theory goes."

Jack got up and stretched. "'Evolved'? You believe in evolution?" he said as if bored. "Nah. No way some little tiny invisible particles magically assembled themselves into complex creatures." Damien said shaking his head. "Closest thing to 'evolution' is just chance mutation in sexual reproduction. Although, I'm not exactly a huge religious zealot either. Little reason to be considering the circumstances." he chuckled.

AK-47 Assault Rifle: 40/40-5
Remington M24-A2 Sniper Rifle: 5/5-10
A1 AWM (not on hand) 10/10-1
Glock (not on hand) 17/17-3

[Jimmy Jazz]

just so you know, the "blood men" my character was referring to was a basically a suicide bomber and the blood is EXTREMELY sticky and hard to get off most surface's. could easily blind some one after splattering on a human or any thing with eyes. most likely hard to get out of the eyes.


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after about 9 to 11 minutes of walking he leaned against a building. panting "jeez, i really need some sleep..." he said as he got ready to run in and clear out the building. "oh-kay one... two... THREE!"
he yelled the last number and kicked the door open. he dodged to the side of the door as two spikes flew out. he looked around the corner and popped the two spikers heads in a ploom of blood that spattered the wall behind them. he ducked back into cover and ran to one of the windows and shot at a heavy that came down the stairs. the heavy roared and started running at the window "S***!" he sprinted back the way he came and heard a loud "CRACK!! crumble crumble" come from behind him.

he stopped running and turned around crouched and started shooting like a crazed mad man at the Heavy's head. he started slowly backing up and shooting at the same time and the heavy started slowing down and fell over. "Jesus, I'm going to run out of ammo before the week is over at this rate." he said as he reloaded. and jogged over to the building and walked in. he pulled out his trusty P226. and walked up the stairs looking around some thing grabbed him from behind and
tried to choke him he struggled to grab his Knife. the grip on his throat tightened he manged to grab his knife and stabbed the mutant in the leg and it clasped on his shirt and brought him down with it. he struggled free of it and pointed his pistol at it and said "rot in a crock's stomach you decrepit son of a b****" and shot it in the face.

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it took the rest of the day to blockade the hole in the wall and the doors. he threw the bodies
out the window for the crows. he looked around the house and found a basement he made it so he could easily run down to the basement and block the door to wait out a mutant attack. he also found a couch down in the basement as well as a very old oil lamp in the corner of the basement.
he blocked the door and flipped the switch on the oil lamp praying that it would work. it did! he picked it up and walked over to the couch and turned it back off to sleep for the night.

AK 74 45/45-2
SIG P226 19/20-3

[shadow717]

Jacob woke up. He had a terrible head ache, and his ribs felt like they were shattered. He tried to pull himself to his feet, but couldn't get up. After around 30 minutes, he finally managed to pick himself up. He coughed up some blood. He noticed the blood had a greenish tint to it. Jacob decided that he should try to get help. He noticed that there were some posters on the wall, showing a shelter. The Poster said the shelter was only a couple of miles away. Still that was pretty far. Jacob decided that it was his best option, and limped towards the shelter.

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Jacob was tired, and on the verge of passing out. Jacob limped forward, feeling dizzy. He tried to stay awake, all of a sudden he felt a large amount of weight on his back. He fell face down, he heard a roar, and the he felt something throw him. Jacob landed in the road. Just as he was blacking out, he saw headlights, and heard gunshots. Jacob passed out.

M-16 19/30-4
M-9 14/14-15

[Ragdollmaster]

"God, Torrin, what the hell happened?!?" Damien yelled as he raised his AK-47 at the shadow of his friend. Torrin's body was caked with blood and mutated tentacles sprouted from where his legs had been. The tiger grew bigger and bigger and swiped at Damien. Damien fired off several bursts of rounds, severing some of the tentacles. Then the beast roared and Damien saw the megaspire hit Earth again, only it was right next to him this time. It exploded, and there was nothing.

Damien jolted out of his unsound sleep, grabbing his AK-47. He was covered in sweat and breathing hard. It took his eyes a few minutes to adjust to the total darkness. He saw the outlines of the ERT members sleeping throughout the shelter. He gave a sigh of relief and put the rifle back before turning over on the couch and falling asleep again.

AK-47 Assault Rifle: 40/40-5
Remington M24-A2 Sniper Rifle: 5/5-10

[gamegoo]

Ok I'm going to be giving this a try so don't kill me for making a mistake since this is my first time.

Name: Ethen
Age: the ripe old age of 22
Equipment: cell phone with 20% battery life, picture of family, some matches, 2 MRE's, backpack with some clothes
Appearance: Spiky black hair, medium build, has a stern look on his face that seems to suggest that he has seen more in his life then many others
Primary Weapon: A regular pump-action shotgun 8/8-3
Secondary Weapon: Walther P99 Military 15/16-5
Tertiary Weapon: Hunting Knife

PS: does anyone really want to go all I Am Legend with the mutants?

(RP later)

[Ragdollmaster]

I Am Legend? You mean shoot mannequins and run over zombies in an SUV? Yeah, no.


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Mutant List

Darkseekers: A regular mutated human. About the same size as a human, pale skin, moves fairly fast, deadly in large groups.

Heavy: Basically the Tank from L4D. A big, blazing Hulk-like one-mutant army.

Slasher: Seemingly frail, but it moves fast and is hard to hit due to being only about four feet tall. Deadly blades leave gaping wounds that are easily infected.

Diseased Horde: Mutated for long periods of time. These guys are twice as fast and deadly as a regular Horde mutant.

Spiker: Creates spikes through a bony mutation that lets it grow and fire out shards of bone at deadly speed. It'll nail you to the wall- quite literally.

Hawkarm: Even more feared then the heavy, it has long, tentacle-like arms equipped with row upon row of dozens of spikes that curve outward and towards the hand, making each of its limbs a deadly Phalanx.

Scorpius: A very large, mutated scorpion. Has deadly scissor claws that could cut a man in half. Its tail is even worse- the venom potency and amount given unfortunately scaled with the scorpion's body size, meaning that a sting is death within seconds from poison.

Hellhound: Mutated dogs. All are huge and close to bears as far as body size goes. Their deadly canine teeth are each two inches long and their saliva has an acrid burning agent.

Omega Serpent: Mutated snake. Each are over 100 feet long at least. When flat on the ground, they are about 10 feet tall from stomach to back. Omega Serpents typically weigh between 3 to 5 thousand kilograms. Assuming you survive an initial bite from their 2 foot long fangs, you have about a half second to suffer before there's so much poison flooding in your body that it's diffusing out of your every pore, turning you into a walking cesspool of venom.

Mutant Serpent: Mutated snake. Most are over 30 feet long and weigh about 500 to 600 pounds. Their bites are not poisonous, but their six-inch fangs might make you reconsider who you're aiming the gun at.

Lesser Serpent: Mutant snake in its larvae stage. Each are anywhere between a foot to five feet long and weigh between 10 to 30 pounds. As a self-defense precaution, they unload all the venom in their poison glands at once, and as it's unfortunately rather potent, getting bit by one of these will guarantee a lot of pain. Multiple bites almost always lead to death.

Toxicant: A large fly mutated to be as big as a dog in the air. Like the Spiker, it can produce bony spines, but it fires them with limited accuracy. Each is hollow and filled with venom. If the spine misses a fleshy target, the liquid venom starts to evaporate and rapidly release in a toxic cloud of gas.

[Lotus Wolf]

lol
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Jack had seen Damien jolt awake in the night. Jack had been awake, thinking about the possibility of other anthros. If I'm not the last one, there may be hope for the anthropomorphic races of earth... Jack wondered what would happen in the next few days. They would probably leave the city with the ERT's, but what then? Even if the blast didn't kill as many as they had first thought, would they be able to destroy the mutants? or would the infection inevitably spread until mutants roamed the earth starving from lack of food?

Jack shook his head and continued eating his breakfast of powdered eggs and heated jerky. "There's a truck stop at the near edge of the city," Damien was telling the ERT leader. "We can stock up on fuel there, maybe even find a semi to carry as many supplies as we can find." Jack finished his meal. "I was there a few days ago refueling the jeep, there's still a lot of fuel there." He said. "There's also two semi trucks that weren't ruined." The ERT leader nodded. "We'll head over there, you two take our flatbed and round up all the supplies you can find. We'll make one final sweep of the city to look for survivors after you get back to the truck stop."

Jack and Damien piled all of the supplies that Damien has stockpiled in his shelter into the back of the flatbed. The crates of weapons and ammo they had obtained yesterday, along with the food and other misc. supplies only filled a fourth of the truck. Jack climbed into the drivers seat and started the truck. Damien climbed into the passenger seat and said "Shotgun." There was a riot control shotgun in the rack between the seats, and Damien took it.

Jack
MAK-91 50/50-2
DE 7/7-3

Damien
AK-47 40/40-5 (on rack)
Shotgun 3/3-5
Remington 5/5-10 (on rack)

[Ragdollmaster]

"Wait, go back to that gunshop we were at yesterday." Damien told Jack, who nodded and sped off quickly. "Get what you need quick!" he said screeching to a stop outside it. Damien chucked the riot shotgun away and instead went inside to find a suitable temporary arm. He grabbed a Colt M4 with a grenade launcher attachment and stuffed some ammo in the box it was in, then started lugging large gun racks filled with weapons. He piled them all in the back of the truck and took the M4 out, then got into the truck again.

Gun Rack A, B, C: 36 M40A1 Designated Marksmen Rifles (a dozen each)
Gun Racks D, E, F: 36 Benilli M3 Shotguns (a dozen each)
Gun Rack G: 36 Taurus Millennium .45 APC pistols

Ammo
Each DMR: 15/15-5
Each Benilli M3: 8/8-5
Each Taurus .45: 13/13-5

M4 Carbine: 30/30-5
M4 Grenade Attachment: 1/1-3
Glock (he picked up from the house before they left, just in case): 17/17-6 (Found ammo for it inside)

[gamegoo]

I meant the names of the humanoids mutants "darkseekers" thats straight from the movie. Same goes for the reaction they have to sunlight.

Anyways time for some RP'ing

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Ethen woke up in his armored SUV which was parked in the middle of a field. Still groggy, he looked at the dash and saw that it was around nine in the morning. Yawning, he worked his way up from back where he slept to the drivers seat. He turned the key and the car whirred to life. "Ugh, I'm almost on empty". So, just to be safe, he hopped out of the SUV grabbed the gas can from the trunk and started to fill the car. As he filled, Ethen looked at the field remembering how it was once teeming with life but now it was all gone. Then he saw it, a movement in the grass that seemed to suggest that a breeze was coming this way but Ethen knew better. Ethen played the options in his mind,he could stay for a few seconds and get some more precious gas into the tank or he could start the car and make a break for it. Option two was the one that gave him a better chance of living so he took the gas can out, closed the cars opening and hopped into the drivers seat while turning the ignition. Ethen took one look back and knew he made the right decision. Then he slammed his foot on the gas.

Shotgun- 8/8-3
P99- 16/16-5
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Since I can't find a way to put it in my RP, Ethen is being chased by mutated ants. Now you all suggested mutated animals and the whole human population thing. well insects are estimated to have 10 quintillion of themselves all over the globe so take away 75% of that and the number is still is still 2,500,000,000,000,000 insects alive. Divide that by 60,000 and that is the number of NORMAL bugs. see what I mean? So all our characters best be wearing some insect repellent lest they get bit.

[Jimmy Jazz]

He woke around 8:00 am and drank some of the water that he found in the car. he also ate half of one of the Granola bars. at around 8:52 he pushed the dryer away from the door and walked up the stairs pistol ready. all he found was the barricades he made yesterday. he went up to the attic (the roof had a large hole in it) and climbed out onto the roof to look around. he saw a cluster of buildings and stores. farther away from him he saw a industrial district "this would have been a wonderful town to live in before the blast" he murmured to him self. "well looks like all the mutants went inside, lets get this train a-movin' " he said to him self as he hoped back down into the dusty attic. he went out the front door and started walking, AK-74 ready.

AK 74 45/45-2
SIG P226 19/20-3

[shadow717]

Jacob woke up on a stretcher. His eye site was fuzzy, and he felt like he had a huge gash on his back. Jacob tried to get up, but he was in too much pain. He screamed. A doctor came into the room, and greeted Jacob with "So there our favorite mutant." Jacob responded with "What?" The doctor told him that his DNA had mutated, and that Jacob was going to be "Put down." Another doctor entered the room, Jacob asked who he was, and the doctor told Jacob "I'm the lead researcher for the ERT. Two of my soldiers saved you from being eaten by a slasher. Unfortunately, he managed to penetrate your skin, and caused you to mutate a little bit. Enough that your senses are improved, and your injuries heal at an accelerated rate, but enough that your personality has been altered enough to make you about twice as aggressive as a normal human." Jacob replied "You're a F***ing liar, I'm leaving. Jacob tried to get up and fight the excruciating pain, but he couldn't. Again he tried, and finally managed to get up. He limped to the door, he looked back at the doctor and the researcher and said "Where's my stuff?" They said that it had been put in the gun room down the hall. He limped towards the gun room. Jacob thought about what they'd said. He was scared. If he had mutated, mutants wouldn't attack him, but people wouldn't want to help him. He saw the bath room, and looked in the mirror. He looked like himself, except a little paler, and his eyes were bloodshot. Jacob left the bathroom, and walked into the gun room. He saw all kinds of weapons. He smiled.

[Ragdollmaster]

Shadow: Mutants have no control over themselves and cannot utilize guns. If you want to mutate, you can, but you have to realize that you would turn into nothing more then a Darkseeker Hybrid from a minute infection like a Slasher's. I don't want mutants running around with miniguns, m'kay? M'kay. (Of course, if you want, you can have your guy escape and find out the scientists were trying to infect him for research and that he woke up before they could infect him.)

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Jack and Damien filled up the truck bed with nonperishable food, stuffing perishable food into the backseat of the truck cab. They then found large amounts of bottled water and shoved into the crevices that the food and gun racks didn't fill up. Damien's wristwatch went off. "Two hours until sundown. Let's go back to the shelter." Jack nodded and sped off to where the ERT Soldiers were waiting. They had two other vehicles, a military styled hummer and an 18-wheeler truck they found at the truck stop Damien had mentioned.

"Alright, with you and Damien here, we've got 14 soldiers." The ERT Leader, James, was saying. "Four will ride in the Hummer, two in the front, one on the gun, one in the back. We'll have a driver and a guard in the front cab of the 18-wheeler. The remaining eight will be in the back of the truck. We've modified the sides with two very narrow windows each and fitted them with gun turrets, so four guards will be stationed on these. The rest will make sure the gear doesn't shift around significantly. We'll be leaving in two days, after we've gathered up some more supplies." he finished.

"You've done a good job gathering up supplies. And there's enough guns for three dozen survivors, too! Well, nine dozen if we split them up." he remarked looking in the truck bed. "If we find many more survivors, we're going to take this old flatbed with us. Otherwise, we're just taking the one semi and the Hummer. We found another semi up there that didn't seem ruined, but it had two flat tires and was completely empty on fuel. This thing had an almost full tank and we filled it up." James said taking a seat on a box leaning against the shelter.

"Two days, huh..." Damien said looking around the desolate city. Total darkness was about an hour and a half away. "If there's an emergency, we can suit up in five minutes and get out of here." James said addressing Damien's worry. "You two should make out more trips into the city. We'll send two other soldiers with you tomorrow and the day after as well, so you can make more trips to and from the shelter. Five of us are going out tomorrow to check for survivors before we leave." he continued. "We're going to fortify Damien's shelter and leave it for survivors, along with any odds and ends we don't need. We're also going to leave them instructions as to how to get out of the city." James finished as he lit up a cigarette. The burning tip flashed against the dark sky. "Let's get in, we've got a lot to do tomorrow." Jack said opening the door.

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Damien's packs (each of the soldiers have some crates/backpacks they carry around with their guns.)

M4 Carbine: 30/30-5
M4 Grenades: 1/1-3
Remington M24-A2 Sniper Rifle: 5/5-10
Glock 17/17-6