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This is a continuation of the Modern Times RP. However, I want it to be a little more restrictive last time, so we're going to assume the story in the Modern Times RP took place in the '90's, without any super-advanced human technology. (The alien invasion still happened.) Feel free to make new characters. Up ahead is a paragraph quickly explaining the end of the modern times RP (which was never finished) by jumping ahead to the final battle I wanted to do before the RP just kind of went ka-chlunk. It also explains my current character. (Note, it's a little lengthy, so you might want to skip it ahead to the current RP if you want to play.)

"Go, go, go!" Torrin yelled out as the Breach time hit the side of the Chimeran flagship Altimus. The Burrower Pod drilled through the hull and opened into a small corridor on the ship. The 10 soldiers leaped out in advanced armor that covered them head-to-toe, designed specifically to protect against the energy weapons of the Chimera. Damien pulled out a grenade and chucked it up the hallway before finding cover with the rest of the crew. "5... 4... 3... 2... 1..." he mouthed off silently. As expected, the response time of the Chimeran Marines on board was fast and they arrived quickly. Damien smacked the detonator and the grenade ripped through the armor of the Marines, cuing the rest of the Allies to swarm forward and take out the stragglers.

They advanced into a bigger room which was vacant. There were three doors leading off to the left and a larger corridor moving straight ahead. Three soldiers deviated off to the left doors and kicked them down. "Clear!" "Clear!" "Cl- Shit!" Gunfire echoed in the hallway as a soldier went flying back and a Marine stepped out with a Splitter rifle, firing it and hitting three more soldiers before falling to the gunfire. "Bunker Six, this is Delta leader!" a huge dog growled. "Brig, Jones, Hale, and Stevenson were wiped out. Remaining Delta Marines: Torrin, Damien, Nixon, Jeff, David, and Jack. Advancing into quadrant Foxtrot." "Copy that, Delta leader... brace for impact, surgical strike teams moving in!" The soldiers crouched down and grabbed the walls and in three seconds the whole ship shook. They rolled forward and tried kicking down the door leading to the mid of the ship, but it was heavily reinforced. "Nixon, get up here with that C-4!" Jack commanded as he moved aside with the crew.

The door was wired and then blasted open, but before the smoke even cleared, Delta Team was greeted with a hail of gunfire. They all successively rammed into Nixon who flew back from the sheer force, even though they hadn't penetrated his armor. Jeff and David swung out to return fire when two missiles shot out from the guns' smoke and impacted the walls, sending them hurtling back even further then Nixon. Neither of the three stirred. "Probably alive but unconscious. We can't risk moving into that hallway." Damien said as they braced against more gunfire, occasionally returning a gunshot. "No... you can't. I can." Torrin said as he drew out a small knife and held it in his left hand, his gun in the right.

He leaped out into the hallway before Jack could stop him and unleashed a hail of gunfire followed by a grenade that wiped out most of the Marines. "I can't see a damn thing!" Jack growled as he tried peering into the smoke. "Can't cover him from here..." Meanwhile inside, Torrin was ripping up the Chimerans, and had already whittled down their numbers to about a half a dozen when a splitter round fired out from a smoke filled corner. He dodged it, but it was followed quickly by about three more, two of which caught him in mid-air. He hurtled back against the hull, but just before he hit it, whirled in the air and threw the knife, hitting a Marine squarely in the face. My final kill... he thought as he hit the hull so hard it left a dent, and fell down unconscious.

The two remaining Chimera thought he was the last of Delta and moved clear into view of Damien and Jack as the smoke cleared, unaware they were about to be gunned down. Until it happened. The pair rushed into the mid of the ship. "Only the bridge left to go, we've gotten most of the Chimera probably." Damien said. Jack went over to check Torrin's pulse. "He's alive, but out. We need to advance." He picked up Torrin's grenades and unpinning all of them, threw them against the bridge door before hitting the floor. They blew simultaneously, emulating the effects of the C-4 enough to blow the door out.

This time, Damien and Jack didn't wait to be at a disadvantage and leaped up to immediately fire through the smoke, killing the weapon equipped Chimera instantly. They moved through and forced the pilots up and over against the door before putting a bullet in their skulls. "Can you fly this thing?" Damien asked Jack as he put his weapon down. The Altimus was the largest ship of the Chimeran forces, save for the Omega which was the same size. They planned to use the Altimus to destroy the Omega, getting rid of the other Chimeran leader. "Yeah, it looks simple enough. You get the weapons." Jack said sitting onto the main pilot seat.

He turned the ship around and set the coordinates for the ground battle where the Allies were struggling against the Chimeran forces. "My God. Nothing but troops and blood for miles and miles." Damien gaped looking through the weapons control panel. "Ready?" Jack said. Damien nodded and Jack stabilized the craft. "Aiming all current Spire missiles at Chimeran forces..... launch in 10... 9... 8... 7... 6... 5... 4... 3... 2... 1..." Hundreds of missiles, which there were three types of, flew out the top of the Altimus and gained altitude, settling in groups high in the sky. "Auto-targeting Ion Spire collections A, B, and C at legion Gamma. Ion Spire collections D, E, and F aiming towards legion Sigma. Exothermic Spire bays A, B, and C being aimed at the Mother Legion Epsilon."

The missiles dropped towards Earth in a pattern, striking the ground and destroying dozens of miles of Chimeran troops. "Delta Leader to Bunker Six, we've used 3/4 of all missiles to impact the ground units. Should make the fighting a bit easier. Now targeting Omega." "Copy that, Delta leader." The Omega hadn't even anticipated the hijack of Altimus and the radar wouldn't pick up the friendly spires. "Launching Exothermic Spire bays D, E, and F at Flagship Omega!" Damien said as he pounded the launch key. Dozens of the Spires shot out and impacted the Omega seconds later, traveling at speeds in exceed of mach 4. The other Chimeran flagship went down and crashed into the earth, exploding in a sight that was seen for miles.

"Alright, we've got em now!" bunker six radioed in. "Wait... we're picking up something on radar...!" "What's wrong?" Jack growled. "I don't believe it. It looks like a Spire coming out from space but that thing is huge! It's over a mile long! If it has a direct ratio output of a regular Spire's power, that thing will cover a 3,000 square mile radius in direct contact and the fallout will probably loop around Earth! Get out of there, I'm warning the ground units, this is a last ditch effort of a superweapon! They've implemented MAD class firepower!" "Oh. Shit." Damien said looking blankly up into space- the huge form could already be seen falling down outside the atmosphere.

Jack turned the Altimus around without hesitation and started firing up the engines to max speed, but even so, the Megaspire impacted the Earth just as the Altimus began accelerating. The explosion was instantaneous. There was no sound anywhere- the sonic boom knocked out the hearing of everyone on Earth for a few seconds. Jack dared himself a look as the ship accelerated faster, now a hundred miles away. There was a huge globe of fire that looked like a mushroom cloud curling onto itself and then coming up again, and it got taller. And taller. And taller. It looped into a circle and then expanded a little before imploding onto itself, becoming as small as a dot.

"Supernova!" Jack shouted at Damien, but there was no sound in the aircraft. The dot suddenly expanded and they could see North America suddenly annihilated by the huge blast. The ship was still in the highest layer of Earth's atmosphere as the huge sphere of fire came forward and breached through the atmosphere engulfing the whole ship and turning off the engines. It swept in suddenly, disintegrating the bottom of the aircraft, and then, it was gone. Just as fast. Soundlessly the ship fell back to Earth. Jack pounded the engine throttles again and again and again, and just a mile above ground, he was able to jumpstart the engines, slowing down the ship enough that the fall wouldn't be lethal, but it impacted Earth all the same and rolled over and over again. It finally stopped.

New Story Starts Here

Prologue: 75% of Earth's population was wiped out by the blast. About 30,000 people actually survived and did not mutate. The rest did. This means we have about 1.8 billion mutants running around compared to 30,000 people. That's a 1 to 60,000 ratio of human to mutant. Well, obviously we're a little screwed at this point.

Rules
1: No advanced weaponry. This is in modern times and all advanced weapons have been destroyed. Your gun must exist in real life.
2: No anthros. Uhm, they were all wiped out. That and it just kind of confuses things.
3: This is meant to be realistic. We're not going to find a few weapons and Leeroy Jenkins a bunch of mutants. This is meant to be a kind of survival scenario RP where we're looking for survivors and supplies.
4: The fact I used "Fallout" in the explanation and that this is similar to the plot of the Fallout games is a coincidence.
5: I hope David and Jeff aren't mad at me for killing them in the huge wall of text that was the end of the other RP.
6: No RP'ing others' characters.
7: None of this "I'm going to start the RP in a gunshop with lots of food and a Mr. I'mAwesomeMcCoolyPants character." No. The end of the world happened a few hours ago.
8: You've got to find most weapons. The majority of people don't have huge guns at their homes, I'd accept finding a handgun or something inside your house, or a hunting rifle if you make a guy who's a, well, hunter.
9: No God modes.

Character Sheet:
Name: (Name)
Age: (How old they are)
Equipment: (Anything they've got on em that isn't a weapon, armor)
Appearance: (What they look like)
Primary Weapon: (Automatics, rifles, shotguns, anything that needs two hands to be fired.)
Secondary Weapon: (Handguns = Pistols, Revolvers, Single-Handed SMGs [Like a MAC 10], Melee Weapon)
Tertiary Weapon: (melee weapons)


~Time Warp: A Week In~ (Doing this as opposed to an immediate continuation is a little better. It avoids a lot of chaos and gives people a chance to start somewhere fairly safe with a few supplies.)

The Weapons System
As opposed to having infinite ammo, I'd like to use an ammo system I tried out in an earlier RP that was pretty popular. You separate values by a slash and a hyphen that shows how much ammo you have in a gun. Current Bullets In Clip / Max Bullets In A Given Clip - Clips Available
So... a pistol loaded with 7 bullets in a clip out of 14 total bullets and 2 extra clips available to the user would show as 7/14-2. It'll take a page or two to get used to but it's pretty simple.


Name: Damien
Age: 24
Equipment: Partially cracked battle armor
Appearance: 5'10, wearing what looks like a black suit of SWAT armor but thicker.
Primary Weapon: None found so far.
Secondary Weapon: Glock: 17/17-3
Tertiary Weapon: Combat knife.


Damien rolled over as the alarm went off on his wristwatch. He was wearing a white tee, jeans, and sneakers, a casual set of clothes. His old ratty armor stood against a wall, the combat knife and pistol hanging on it. He had taken all the glass out the helmet completely and sewn up a few holes roughly to make it usable again. It was comfy enough that he could slip it on over his current set of clothes but still cumbersome enough that he took it off when he slept. It was now six AM and dawn was close approaching. The mutants didn't enjoy sunlight; it wasn't directly lethal to them, but due to a paling effect that the fallout had caused, their skin didn't provide even a tenth of the normal amount of protection against the rays. As a result, heavy light burned them painfully if they stayed out for long periods of time.

Damien had watched the looting happen and had had to scramble through to get what little supplies he had. He knew how to make a weapon or two from the supplies he had and he had gathered up a huge stock of nonperishable food, enough to last him a year. He encountered mutants every now and then but tried to stay clear of them. He had already found a map set for the city he was in. It showed major roads, buildings, and the like, and he had been able to acquire a full set that included smaller, more heavily detailed maps of different area codes. It was a prized possession. His day consisted of moving out at dawn, looting houses and sometimes daring to go into the industrial area. The tall buildings of the cities provided shade and cover for mutants, and they often lurked not too far in the covered buildings. Electricity no longer worked, so it was extremely dark in buildings without windows. The industrial area was the only place, however, with gun shops and other utility stores that held potential weapons.

He moved through a suburb slowly, knocking on doors of well-lit houses and then looking through the windows to look for inhabitants if there was no response. He found one house with the front door open and a corpse in the frame, a 50-some year old man clutching a hunting rifle. His torso had been ripped away and eaten recently- he had obviously tried to outrun mutants and failed. Damien looked around. They were probably in the house or nearby. He picked off the rifle and quickly moved through the man's supplies, finding a box containing ammunition for it.

Glock: 17/17-3
Rifle: 10/10-2

It is helpful if you post your ammo in each post, which is why it helps to only have two weapons with bullets.

i won't be able to do this for a while, since what i'm working on consumes most of my time, but i have a question for when i can play:

No anthros? my old character (who didn't die in your wall of text) was a mastif (dog). will i be able to use him? or shall i create a new character?

let the Creation of the characters begin! YES YES! MUHAHAHAHAHAH! (i think i enjoy this a bit to much)

@Lotus: Well, I guess you could use him, if you want to. I'm not counting Jack as dead, he could be a survivor. Torrin is definitely dead though, his body was half-incinerated by the megaspire. (And wow. You read through that wall of text? I'm touched.)

@JJ: Indeed.

I was actually going to start my own forum RP yesterday as well, but I reread it and it sounded stupid, I like yours much better.

P.S. Can I play?

Awesomeness! Might as well try before anything gets really started.

Name: Jon
Age: 18
Equipment: Battered and beaten riot shield
Appearance: 5'5 Skinny and a bit weak, but very fast runner.
Primary Weapon: Compound bow: 1/1-20
Secondary Weapon: Beretta: 10/10-2
Tertiary Weapon: Hatchet

Jon wakes up to his watch beeping and listens to all the sounds for a second before getting up. He checks his generator and it is running on empty and refills it, there is barely enough gas to last the whole day and figures a supplies hunt is the best idea. He goes back up to his bedroom and pulls a large bag out from under his bed and from it pulls his bow, beretta, and hatchet from it along with some extra clips and a quiver with some arrows. He finds his holster and gets his riot shield from the closet and starts winding his flashlight to recharge it. In a quick walk he exits his house and starts warily looking in the shadows for any signs of movement. He sees a nearby car and figures he's safer there than on foot. He quickly finds some keys and remembers "There are 60,000 of them for every one of us" and starts driving towards a gas station and starts filling up the car and any containers he has with him. A rustle coming from the other side of the gas station startles him and he quickly gets out his bow and draws an arrow, he starts slowly walking around to the other side and thinks he sees something in the tall grass, he lowers his bow and pulls out the beretta and starts aiming at it, he squeezes the trigger and a blood curdling scream fills the air sending Jon to the ground covering his ears, it stops and he looks up again and a mutant is dead at his knees, all sprawled out and bleeding something blackish grey. He puts his beretta back and picks up the bow while he thinks the arrow was sent somewhere into the shrubbery and starts back to the car and continues filling the containers. Finally having filled all manner of bottle and jug alike he starts the short drive back home, passing fewer and fewer bodies as he makes his way he thinks "Well, only 59,999 more to go" and arrives home, finally able to eat something before he needs to get anything else in town.
Beretta: 9/10-2
Bow: 0/1-20

Ragdollmaster wrote:You read through that wall of text?

Maybe splitting it up into paragraphs would make it easier to read?

I felt like textwalls were a problem in the first rp as well. But that might just be me.

Name: Octavian G.
Age: 28
Equipment: a back pack, food rations, and water.
Appearance: http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2048/221 ... 4599_b.jpg like this.
Primary Weapon: AK-74 45/45-4
Secondary Weapon: SIG P226 20/20-3
Tertiary Weapon: Ka-Bar knife



okay got that down... I'll make a RP post later... spent a while on wiki to find out weather i could use the SIG P226 and the BAR..... as well as the Ka-bar....

@Jimmy: A BAR? That's like from WWII man XD Uhm, I guess you'd be in some really old army base then?
@Invertin: I'll probably be splitting up my RP posts into paragraphs of 5 sentences each.
@MONKEYZ: Cool character, I like the bow ^^ That's a pretty realistic equipment set as well, most people have some kind of ax/hatchet at their home, a bow isn't rare for a hunter to have, and a pistol is pretty common among gun owners.
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Damien stopped searching and looked up quickly. He had heard a gunshot from not too far away; he was on the outskirts of downtown. Cocking his rifle (No innuendo intended), he scrambled over some of the ruins and looked towards a gas station where there was a man shooting a mutant. He crouched down next to a pile of rubbish and scoped out towards the man in case he needed help, but there were no more mutants. He got into a car and drove away. Damien took note of the direction he went and then resumed his looting.

He walked over to the gas station a few minutes later and kicked down the door, then rolled back and waited to see if there would be any mutants. At the moment, it was too soon for there to be any real organized groups of survivors, and as such, there wasn't much thorough knowledge of the mutated. There could be hundreds and hundreds of species- after all, 24.99999% of Earth's population had mutated. There was no telling what kind of mutations existed and how many there were.

Damien had seen three different mutations personally; those that were pale-skinned and humanoid, but moved quickly and hunted mostly night, he called Darkseekers. The smaller, seemingly frailer variants of these that moved even faster and dealt deadly wounds with long claws he called Slashers. And the most worrisome type of all he had found were huge abominations of multiple mutants fused together into one being; probably each about 10 feet tall, well over half a ton in weight. These were Heavies. Due to thicker skin, they didn't have much trouble staying out in the sun. The Slashers moved quickly enough to keep cool and negate the effects of the sunlight. Darkseekers could stay out for a few long hours before the effects were lethal, but it always bothered them a little, like a thorn in their sides.

Damien rifled through the shop's shelves after he checked for any mutants and was able to find some cans of food. He made sure to gather lots of perishable foods; he already had a lot of nonperishable, and people in their ignorance for survival hadn't realized that fresh perishable food would last months, maybe even years, into the invasion, before they had to start consuming nonperishable food, which had a much longer timeframe. As such, the majority of leftover food was perishable, and there was a lot of it aswell.

Glock: 17/17-3
Rifle: 10/10-2

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Feel free to add your own kind of mutants! Remember that there can be mutations of a pre-existing mutation and subspecies of each group [eg larger versions of the Slashers], or you can just make up completely new ones. As long as they make sense and fit in.

Also: This RP is open to everyone! Just abide by the rules, please, and know how to play before you jump in.

Huge wall of text split into paragraphs at suggestion of invertin.

i made my primary weapon a AK 74. its real..... and i can use it... yay...
I'll make a post later....

Name: Jacob
Age: 14.5
Equipment: Cracked reading glasses, notebook, paper, pencil, Pocket change, large backpack, some generic potato chips, decent drinking water, and canned roast beef.
Appearance: 5 feet 7 inches tall, brown hair, slight limp due to injury sustained during sports in the days prior.
Primary Weapon: A semi-automatic M-16 with a flashlight (In all honesty my family does own one, and I really and truly do know how to shoot one) 30/30-4
Secondary Weapon: My dad's M-9 pistol he has from when he was a cop.
14/14-15 (Lots of ammo for this)
Tertiary Weapon: A large Swiss army knife.
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Jacob woke up to the sounds of screaming. He put on his fathers old bullet proof vest, a Lobos T-Shirt, and a pair of jeans with a slight tear in the back of the knee. He ran to the barricaded front door, picking up his M-16 on the way. He peaked through the peephole on the door and saw what looked like a man covered in blood, which Jacob quickly Realized was a person suffering with insanity, that was also starting to mutate. Jacob sprinted upstairs and looked out his balcony and took aim at the man. He looked at Jacob, Shrieked and sprinted at the house. The man ran at the house, and tried the pull open the garage door. Jacob fired at the man hitting him in the chest. The man looked at Jacob, screamed threw up blood, and the fell over dead. Jacob realized that he'd forgotten to barricade the utility room door shut, and quickly moved the washing machine in front of the door. He then went the the kitchen and ate some cereal, and went out on his balcony, and watched for the rest of the day, to see if anymore Blood men were coming.

He watched till around 10:30 at night, before deciding that The one he had killed was the only one. He then walked down stairs to his living room, and slept on the couch till about 6:00 Am when he was awakened by what sounded like a small explosion. He ran to his balcony, and stared at a large group of mutants running down the street toward his house, the fired on them, killing all but one, he shot at the survivor, who jumped onto the balcony. Jacob hit the mutant into the face, the shot it at point blank range in the face. The mutant fell in a heap.

M-16 22/30-4
M-9 14/14-15

Character Sheet:
Name: John-Roger O'ahu Clipper
Age: 21
Equipment: A top hat, on top of which is a turban.
Appearance: Odd.
Primary Weapon: None
Secondary Weapon: A bomb-suit
Tertiary Weapon: A lollipop.

Suddenly, an odd-looking fellow ran past, yelling in an odd-fashion, in what sounded like a foreign language. Although he also could just be garbling. The sudden commotion made everyone nearby snap around. As the odd figure with a top-hat and a turban almost reached the end of the street, he violently exploded, sending blood and gore all over the place.
Then he was gone.

Suicide bomber?
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Damien yawned a little and made some instant coffee in his small little barricaded room. He took out the rifle and cleaned out the barrel out of sheer habit, even though he hadn't had to fire it at a mutant yet. Taking out the bullets, he picked up a can of moly (molybdenum disulfide, it's a chemical lubricant that snipers often put on bullets because it increases accuracy, terminal velocity, and decreases the wear on the barrel and chance of a jam) and began to lubricate the rounds of the rifle. He hadn't looked before too closely at it, but now he propped it up against the couch and looked around both the rifle and the bullets.

He could see an inscription on the rim of the bullets, along with a logo. "Lapua, eh? .308 caliber. One of the most popular rifle rounds in the world." The caliber meant, of course, that the rifle wasn't a hunting rifle. It was intended to bring down something a little bigger then deer. He picked up the rifle and turned it over and over before seeing an inscription near the stock- 'A1 AWM'. "Hmm. Powerful stuff. But loud, too... an Arctic Warfare Magnum would raise up all the mutants in the city. Maybe I should try and make a suppressor for this puppy."

A few hours later, and Damien had crafted a rough but professional and practical silencer for the rifle. It would extend the barrel length by about 15 centimeters, however, making it a little more cumbersome then usual. He cracked open a window on the second floor and scoped out to where a Slasher was sniffing the air in the dying light of day. Steadying the rifle, Damien pulled the trigger and blasted off the neck and jaw of the Slasher, causing it to collapse silently in a pool of blood. The noise was obviously still present, but it was only about half as loud as a handgun blast, which was pretty good progress for a .308 rifle.

Glock: 17/17-3
(Silenced) A1 AWM: 9/10-2

I'll use Jack.

Name: Jack.

Age: Let's just say he's 31, that way I won't have to explain his real age (and the DS generator was destroyed in the crash).

Equipment: Bracers, crudely repaired armor he had worn during the crash.

Appearance: Sole surviving anthropomorphic creature, he is a large mastif dog with brown and black patches of fur all over his body. Muscular, fast runner, very agile.

Primary Weapon: None yet.

Secondary Weapon: M1911A1 .45 Automatic (pistol) 7/7-3.

Tertiary Weapon: Pig Sticker combat knife.
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Jack had been camping out in the ruined remains of the Altimus since the crash. At first he hadn't been able to move, but after a few days he had regained his fine motor skills and was able to move about and create a rough shelter with the shattered pieces of the ship. He was aware that he was now the sole anthro left, as the others had died because they couldn't handle the fallout. He had been shielded from most of the radiation be the ship, and had survived.

He ventured out on some days, looking for food which was scarce now, and avoiding the mutants. Today was a day he would be going out. He attached his knife and pistol to his belt, then opened the blast door that still worked. The sun was already high in the sky, and the landscape was barren.

He had found a jeep a few days earlier, and there had been a full tank of gas, along with a 2 gallon can in the back. This was parked just outside, and he hopped in and drove off toward the city. He passed a few of the houses he had looted in the past week, remembering a few brawls with mutants that had jumped him... He shook his head.

he stopped the jeep in front of what looked like a general store. The windows were covered with cloth, and Jack could smell the excrement of mutants. His stomach rumbled. There would probably be food in the store, but was it worth the risk? Yes, it was.

Jack was hungry, and so he stepped into the store. He quickly checked around, and saw nothing. He yanked the cloth off the windows and began walking down the single aisle of the store. He grabbed a bag and began dumping entire rows of food off the shelves into it.

A crunch made him turn around hastily. There was a stillness in the air, and it sent a tingle down Jack's spine. He could smell the mutants strongly now, and thought it best to leave. Before he could finish the thought about leaving, he was tackled from behind by a white creature. Jack rolled with the tackle, and crushed the mutant with his weight.

It was an ugly shade of pale white, with green and blue veins trailing along it's body. it was human in form, but slightly changed in proportion. all of it's hair was missing, and it smelled like an outhouse.

Jack dashed out of the store and tossed the bag of food into the jeep. while the sun would kill the mutants if they stayed out for a while, they could still try to drag him back inside. Either there were no other mutants inside the store, or they were just smart enough not to try, but no such attempt was made.

(Just suggesting a new mutant)
The spikers: Slow, and rather thin skinned mutants with a deadly trait; the ability to shoot spikes at high speeds from it's chest. They do it by mixing 2 chemicals behind a mutated rib bone, sending it like a bullet towards whatever it decides shouldn't be living anymore, which is everything.

(Starting RPing .......nnnnnnNOW)

Jon finishes his sandwich and looks at the fridge and pantry and figures he can get a few more days worth of food but he better get some more just incase anything happens, although he'd really rather stay inside he figures he could probably hunt something down, be it bear meat or corn flakes. He gets back in his car and starts for the nearest fud mart. Before he can even start the car he hears a loud *CACK* which is the trademark sound of a spiker finding a meal. A good *THUNK* and a pearly white spike with the exception of green ooze on the rear of it lands in the door of the car. Jon pulls out his bow and returns the favor, nailing the spiker in the leg and tearing it's partially rotten limb off it's hinge and sending the mutant onto the ground. Trying to crawl to the car where Jon resides, the mutant accidentally crawls onto to hot pavement out of the shadows where it quickly starts burning and bubbling. Jon finally starts his trip to the grocery store and sees the mutant body to human body ratio start going back towards the dead mutant side, which make him happy to know that "the outpost" is still working well. He pulls into the parking lot of a rather well barricaded corner food store and pulls out the spiker's spike and starts knocking on the door. An elderly man yells out "PASSWORD?" and Jon shouts "NOT A MUTANT" and the man lets him in. Jon shows him the spike and the man almost instinctively asks what he needs, Jon just says "the usual" and the man starts getting some supplies. Jon asks if the research is going well and if he's close to a cure and the man just shakes his head "no" and gives him a wooden crate of the supplies and with that Jon leaves and places the box in the back seat and his ears perk up; a sort of galloping sound starts and he starts looking up and down the road in search of a slasher or dark seeker, the fact that he didn't see one made him even more nervous. He suddenly looks down an ally and sees a darkseeker running through the darkness straight at him, he ducks, the dark seeker missing slightly, and reaches in for a weapon and pulls out the hatchet. Slightly confused and disappointed when he aims the blade at the mutant and pulls an imaginary trigger and nothing comes out, he just gets ready for it to pass by again so he can give the hatchet to the mutant, one piece at a time, blade first. The mutant comes out of the bush that he dived into and is about to take a go at Jon's innards when he hears a loud gunshot and the mutant fall over, he looks over at the old man holding a revolver and thanks him and they agree that something would have heard that and Jon gets in the car and quickly drives home. He brings everything in and barricades his house with whatever.
Beretta: 8/10-2
Bow: 0/1-19