MT RP Follow-Up: Post Apocalpyse

[shadow717]

For fear that ragdollmaster is going to shank me with a rusty spoon, I'm going to take his advice, and make it so tha they were trying to infect me but couldn't.
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Jacob grabbed an M-16. There were weapons everywhere. He looked for his M-9, but he couldn't find it. He decided to take a Glock instead. He limped to the equipment case, and grabbed his backpack. He then limped to the ammo rack, and took about 6 cartridges for his M-16, and about 5 for his glock. Jacob wen't to the bathroom again, and checked to see if his back had really been cut of injured. Much to his surprise it wasn't. He limped down the hall, and kicked open the door. Jacob was pissed. He yelled at the scientists, and asked "Why the hell did you lie to me?" They told him that they were going to do research on him. Jacob felt sick to his stomach. He ran out of the room, when he heard an alarm go off. Jacob ran back to the gun room, and grabbed some body armor, and ran as fast as he could towards the sighn labelled emergency exit. He heard soldiers footsteps close behind him, he only had a few more steps till he was at th exit. He heard a gun shot ring out, and felt something hit his body armor hard. He was winded, and one of the gaurds tried to take advantage of this. The gurd ran to Jacob, and tried to hit Jacob with the butt of his rifle, but Jacob grabbed his M-16 and fired a round into the gaurds leg. The gaurd collapsed and started screaming in agony. Jacob pulled himself to his feet, and used the gaurd as a human shield. He walked outside with the gaurd, thn he hit the gaurd across the face with the butt of his rifle and knocked him out. Jacob used to gaurds leg to bar the door. Jacob treid to run, but he was in agony. Jacob limped further and further. Eeventually he got to a building. Jacob kicked open the door, and limped into a room and baricaded the door shut with a table that was in the room. Jacob coughed up blood, and passed out.

[blood-shard]

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

danm when i read this i often think. ragdoll master you're a god at rp when you tell the story of your character its like being there your self right next to the guy its chilling xD

[Lotus Wolf]

I agree.
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Jack, Damien and the two ERT's, their names were Earl and Tory, had unloaded all the supplies from the flatbed into the semi, and were now driving back into the city. Jack saw a walmart that hadn't been raided, and slowed down. "Looks like no one has looted that place yet..." Jack said. "That probably means there's a hive of mutants inside." Damien said. "True, but if it's still stocked up, it might be worth the risk of an incursion." Earl said. "Maybe, but I'm not to keen to run into a hoard..." Tory said. Jack stopped the flatbed. "I'll leave it up to you, Damien. We need as many supplies as we can get, but you've always been the smarter decision-maker." He said.

[Ragdollmaster]

@Lotus & blood-shard: Thanks, guys ^^


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Damien heaved a tiny sigh. "Let me check it out first." he said as he grabbed his M4 and the Remington. He walked up to the front doors and peered inside. It was clear. He opened the unlocked door and threw in a flash bang; they were pretty useless as far as damaging or disorienting the mutants went, but they provided a good distraction and would draw in any nearby mutants. He quickly closed the door and turned away before he heard the muffled blast. Damien backed up, cocked the M4, and waited.

Five minutes later, he waved to the others. "OK, it's probably clear or has some mutants in the very very back who didn't hear. Either way, there's a lot of supplies we can snatch from right up front here- we don't exactly need many electronics or articles of clothing. Food is the most important." he said as they stepped in. Minutes later they had loaded up the flatbed with food and a few small electronic devices they could use later on when Damien heard a screech. "Shit, get into the truck!" he yelled as he flipped around and grabbed his M4. A Hawkarm was running straight towards him. "Eat this!" he yelled as he dropped to one knee and took aim before letting off an M203 grenade.

It impacted the Hawkarm in the chest and the counterbalance of momentum made the Hawkarm fly straight up into the air and onto the roof of the Walmart. "Let's go!" Damien shouted to Jack as he climbed into the flatbed among the supplies and Jack sped off, careful not to take any extremely sharp turns. The Hawkarm stirred and jumped off the roof, but they were already out the parking lot and returning home. "Phew..." Damien sighed as he pulled out an M203 and reloaded the M4.

M4 Carbine: 30/30-5
M203 Grenade Launcher: 1/1-2
M24-A2 Sniper: 5/5-10
Glock pistol: 17/17-6

[Grayswandir]

I can't remember, is the guy I made for this still alive?

[Jimmy Jazz]

you mean Touran? (yes i went back to the old rp to look) right? i guess he could still be alive... but i think it would be easier to make a new character... but that's just me *shrugs*

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he tried to stay hidden and still walk in the sun light, wasn't working very well. after giving up on the sneaky approach he walked down the street looking for a building that couldn't hold too many mutants
"gotta be good for a base" he thought and found a beaten up building looking like a crap load of spikers and heavy's went at it. "well, that house is out of the picture" he said and walked on.
he heard a boom about a 3 miles away judging by the sound. he thought "survivors" and almost jumped with glee and shouted out, but that would have gotten him in a load of trouble wouldn't it?
he jogged towards the noise for about 34 minutes and found a Walmart and tire tracks across the pavement in the parking lot. "some one had to get out of here fast, better get out of here" he thought to him self and followed the tire tracks about half way across the parking lot and followed the road they most likely took.

[Ragdollmaster]

@Gray: Sure, why not? He could have gone away from the Midwest where the final battle took place because... erm... he went to Philadelphia! Yes, the craving for an authentic tasting Philly cheese steak sandwich was too much to bear and he had to make the sacred pilgrimage the Eastern seaboard city of brotherly love which was minimally affected by the attack. Or something. I don't really care, feel free to use him if you want to.

[Grayswandir]

Meh, I'll just make a new guy. I'll just keep him to the side in case I decide to leave again.

Name: Beck Huntington
Age: 30
Equipment: duffle bag, cigarettes, matches, half-dead flashlight, 3 cans of soup, travel cook set with an almost empty propane burner, 93R shoulder stock
Appearance: 5' 5", average build, dirty blue jeans, black t-shirt, brown leather jacket, dark work-boots; short, black hair w/ some light grey streaks, green eyes
Primary Weapon: Winchester Model 1897 Trench Gun 6/6 - 24 (shells)
Secondary Weapon: Beretta 93R 20/20 - 4
Tertiary Weapon: M1917 Bayonet

This work?

[Ragdollmaster]

Pretty much perfect, Gray =P
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"We leave tomorrow morning." Jack said to Damien as a greeting when he got up out of bed. "I know, I remember... think we're going to find any other survivors?" Damien asked sitting down and stretching. Yesterday's efforts had rewarded them with three other humans, glad to be alive and in such a caravan of protection, fully armed. Jack just shrugged. "Not that large of a city. Seems to me that the mutants have a pretty good kill count going. It wouldn't surprise me if we found one or two more, but I doubt we're going to have a battalion of soldiers to go East."

Damien picked up his Remington. "I wasn't expecting much, but anything over 15 is much better then two lone soldiers, right?" he said as he cocked it and opened the second floor window open a crack. "Nothing out there." Damien said closing the window and turning to go up the stairs that led to the roof. He got into his makeshift sniper's nest and checked for mutants further out with his scope. "Nada." he radioed in to James. "Alright, do me a favor and keep watch an hour or so until we've got everyone wide awake." James radioed back.

Meanwhile downstairs, the ERT members went about their business prepping for the day. One was instructing the newly found survivors how to properly use the guns that Damien had dragged from the shop on the gun racks. "So here's the plan." a soldier radioed in to all of the team. "We've got Damien on the roof now, sniping for mutants. He's gonna cover the group of five we send out that look for survivors. Two hours later, when that group comes back, Damien and Jack will take Earl and Tony for supplies again." "Got it." all of the others radioed back.

[shadow717]

Snip, I'll reedit this later, and make it less stupid. My bad.

[Ragdollmaster]

Shadow: You're not making sense. Jacob got into a building by dragging himself in through a door and then barricading it. I assume that would be the ground floor of a building... so how is he upstairs now? Also, how would he get into the second floor of the building where there's 15 people and not be noticed until now? If you want him to encounter the group, then he should drag himself to the front of the house or something.

[Jimmy Jazz]

he was walking down a road looking for any house's that might have survivors in it. he decided to look for some supplies and what not in a building and turned into it, but there was a problem.
the door was locked. "wait a second, the door has been kicked down" he thought to him self
"Barricade!" he thought. "that must mean survivors" he started banging on the door.
"OI, GET UP AND UN-BARRICADE THIS DOOR!" he yelled trough the door. praying that who ever was inside wasn't a mutant by now.

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Shadow, I'm disregarding that last post you made. it made no sense, also get up and open the damned door!

[shadow717]

Jacob heard someone screaming. It sounded like someone saying "Oi, GET UP AND UN-BARRICADE THIS DOOR" Jacob drug himself to the door. He yanked the table he had used to barricade the door, and opened it. He saw a man with an AK 47.

[Jimmy Jazz]

"hell yes!" he thought he could almost hug the man he was so happy. "thank god! some one else is still alive in this hell hole" he said and walked in.

[Ragdollmaster]

Oh crap. Damien thought as his scope revealed a hideous sight coming down the street about two blocks away. "Is there an army of mutants going towards us or am I dreaming?" a soldier radioed in. "I wish you were." Damien said as he quickly ran down the stairs to get some of the makeshift bombs they had made over the past few days. There were about two dozen mutants moving in a group slowly. Half of these were Diseased Darkseekers- larger and faster then the regular mutants, they would be harder to hit. Four of them were Toxicants moving through the air slowly, flapping their huge wings every now and then to stay aloft. Another four were Hellhounds, bear-sized mutant dogs. There were two Heavies, a Hawkarm, and, most worryingly, a Scorpius backing up the rear of the group.

"Should we try fighting them?" a soldier asked. "Yes." Damien immediately responded. "I want everyone on the roof, now." The group of mutants had stopped about a block away and were devouring some bodies on the ground. The Toxicants had grounded, and the larger mutants were looking down on the ground and pecking away at the bodies, the Diseased standing by patiently waiting to eat the remains. Soon, all the soldiers were on the roof, 20 in total.

"Right. 20 of us, 24 of them. 12 soldiers take aim at the Darkseekers waiting over there, that will take care of half. Don't fire until we're all aimed up." Damien said. "Right, now, we'll have another four aim at those big... dog... bear things over there-" "Hellhounds?" a soldier interrupted. "Call them what you want, Dogbears, Hellhounds, for all I care, SPIKE, just get ready to shoot them." Damien said impatiently. They were almost done feasting on the bodies.

"The last of us four will aim at those big mutated flies-" "We call them Toxicants." another soldier interrupted. Damien stared at him until he looked at the ground. "-at the Toxicants. If all goes well, there will only be the Heavies, Hawkarm, and that big-ass scorpion left within ten seconds. Those we can take down with group fire." Damien fished.



Quick size fact; the Scorpius is about 25 feet long when on the ground. From the ground up to its head, it's ten feet tall. From the ground up to its tail, it's 50 feet tall. Yes, the tail is 25 feet tall. The stinger on the tail is 5 feet long and contains about 40 gallons of venom. The claws are 5 feet long each.