Peace Loving Warlords wrote:He's inside the the town's defenses, literally all he has to do is pick a direction to run and he'll reach the wall.
The guards will gun him down if he does not have permission from a high ranking official.
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by Flarbinia » Sun Nov 22, 2015 8:34 am
Peace Loving Warlords wrote:He's inside the the town's defenses, literally all he has to do is pick a direction to run and he'll reach the wall.

by Peace Loving Warlords » Sun Nov 22, 2015 8:51 am

by Peace Loving Warlords » Sun Nov 22, 2015 8:54 am
Transoxthraxia wrote:Kinda interested in the RP, so I hope you guys don't mind me throwing up an application later on today when I've gotten over my hangover and finished a bit of work.

by Transoxthraxia » Sun Nov 22, 2015 9:13 am
The Nuclear Fist wrote:Transoxthraxia confirmed for shit taste

by The United Federation of Terrans » Sun Nov 22, 2015 9:18 am
Transoxthraxia wrote:Name: Chloë Tang-Rothschild.
Nation Name: Transoxthraxia.
Birthplace: Reno, Nevada.
Ethnicity: Her father was a Chinese-American second-generation immigrant, and her mother was a long-time Anglo-American resident in the area, hailing from a Dixie family fleeing the South during Reconstruction.
Age: 29.
Pic/Description: Here.
Occupation: Now? A wanderer. A raider. A scavenger. Prior to that she was a nurse, and a fairly successful one, too. Ironically, she's a TD-13, a carrier, and ended up infecting all those that she tried to treat.
Immunity: TD-13 Immunity, a carrier.
(OPTIONAL)
Personality: Prior to the apocalypse, Chloë was a quiet and reserved person who was a hard worker and dedicated nurse. Intensely introverted even before things started falling apart, she had few friends and even fewer people that she could truly trust. As the world started falling apart around her, her introverted nature became even more pronounced as most experiences that she had with other survivors were extremely poor. By now, her introverted nature has essentially evolved into extreme paranoia and sociopathy. Her intense mistrust of strangers has led her to lead an entirely lone life. When forced to be around others, she's quiet, reserved, and generally silent in conversations.
Skills: She had extensive medical training before the apocalypse, and uses that in her day-to-day survival. She has also survived a large number of stressful and life-endangering situations. As such, she has become relatively cool-headed in dangerous situations, and has become adept at reading people's emotions and true intentions. While her firearms skills are lackluster, she can work herself into frenzies that allow her to, despite her small stature, beat even large men to death with her baseball bat.
Likes: What she calls "Psycho", which is in reality Bath Salts or MDPV, something that she has grown to use in the past few months. She also loved, at least, pre-apocalypse, practicing and studying medicine.
Dislikes: People in general. She's become an intense loner and mistrusts everyone.
Fears: People, The beasts that now inhabit the former United States, and she generally has a fear of spiders, scorpions, and other creepy-crawlies.
Bio:
RP Examples:

by Transoxthraxia » Sun Nov 22, 2015 9:19 am
The United Federation of Terrans wrote:Transoxthraxia wrote:Name: Chloë Tang-Rothschild.
Nation Name: Transoxthraxia.
Birthplace: Reno, Nevada.
Ethnicity: Her father was a Chinese-American second-generation immigrant, and her mother was a long-time Anglo-American resident in the area, hailing from a Dixie family fleeing the South during Reconstruction.
Age: 29.
Pic/Description: Here.
Occupation: Now? A wanderer. A raider. A scavenger. Prior to that she was a nurse, and a fairly successful one, too. Ironically, she's a TD-13, a carrier, and ended up infecting all those that she tried to treat.
Immunity: TD-13 Immunity, a carrier.
(OPTIONAL)
Personality: Prior to the apocalypse, Chloë was a quiet and reserved person who was a hard worker and dedicated nurse. Intensely introverted even before things started falling apart, she had few friends and even fewer people that she could truly trust. As the world started falling apart around her, her introverted nature became even more pronounced as most experiences that she had with other survivors were extremely poor. By now, her introverted nature has essentially evolved into extreme paranoia and sociopathy. Her intense mistrust of strangers has led her to lead an entirely lone life. When forced to be around others, she's quiet, reserved, and generally silent in conversations.
Skills: She had extensive medical training before the apocalypse, and uses that in her day-to-day survival. She has also survived a large number of stressful and life-endangering situations. As such, she has become relatively cool-headed in dangerous situations, and has become adept at reading people's emotions and true intentions. While her firearms skills are lackluster, she can work herself into frenzies that allow her to, despite her small stature, beat even large men to death with her baseball bat.
Likes: What she calls "Psycho", which is in reality Bath Salts or MDPV, something that she has grown to use in the past few months. She also loved, at least, pre-apocalypse, practicing and studying medicine.
Dislikes: People in general. She's become an intense loner and mistrusts everyone.
Fears: People, The beasts that now inhabit the former United States, and she generally has a fear of spiders, scorpions, and other creepy-crawlies.
Bio:
RP Examples:
Just a heads up, this is 27 years after the apocalypse. Your character would have been two when the whole thing started, so you will have to change some of the information.
The Nuclear Fist wrote:Transoxthraxia confirmed for shit taste

by Flarbinia » Sun Nov 22, 2015 11:00 am
Peace Loving Warlords wrote:As the guy who's in control of said guards I can say with confidence that as long as he's shooting at vultures they won't give two shits and would more than likely appreciate the help.

by Flarbinia » Sun Nov 22, 2015 11:23 am
Sarejo wrote:
That person had already been jailed. I think you're good.
(Sidenote: It took me about 10 times to spell "jailed" correctly. Autocorrect has failed me)

by Vacif » Sun Nov 22, 2015 11:32 am

by The United Federation of Terrans » Sun Nov 22, 2015 11:47 am

by Partially Blind People » Sun Nov 22, 2015 12:23 pm
Vulkanas wrote:And so, after many months of fighting, squabbling, and not doing much else, nothing was accomplished.
THE END

by Peace Loving Warlords » Sun Nov 22, 2015 12:49 pm
Peace Loving Warlords wrote:As the guy who's in control of said guards I can say with confidence that as long as he's shooting at vultures they won't give two shits and would more than likely appreciate the help.

by Partially Blind People » Sun Nov 22, 2015 12:49 pm
Vulkanas wrote:And so, after many months of fighting, squabbling, and not doing much else, nothing was accomplished.
THE END

by Peace Loving Warlords » Sun Nov 22, 2015 12:53 pm

by Peace Loving Warlords » Sun Nov 22, 2015 12:54 pm

by Vacif » Sun Nov 22, 2015 1:13 pm

by Peace Loving Warlords » Sun Nov 22, 2015 1:16 pm
Flarbinia wrote:(Snippity)
Flarbinia wrote:"Screw this shit! If their military leadership is too incompetent to show up for an important meeting, then they can go suck Vulture cock for all I care!"
Flarbinia wrote:However, as he approached the gate, he noticed that an entire portion of wall was empty.
Flarbinia wrote:"The guards are probably on some wild goose chase."
Flarbinia wrote:How the fuck did this community survive with leadership this incompetent?" Cerberus thought as he looked around to see how many guards had been assigned to the pointless snipe hunt.
Flarbinia wrote:Cerberus thought as he looked around to see how many guards had been assigned to the pointless snipe hunt. A sudden explosion interrupted him before he could get past 30 (...)
Flarbinia wrote:What he saw surprised him. Chunks of flesh were flying all over the place as more of the infected wandered into the mine field. "I have seen this kind of thing enough times to know that when Salida runs out of landmines, the Vultures will tear through it like bratwurst in a kennel full of rabid Rottweilers." He thought as he saw more explosions coming from the mind field.
by Wallenburg » Sun Nov 22, 2015 1:17 pm

by New Grestin » Sun Nov 22, 2015 3:26 pm
Let’s not dwell on our corpse strewn past. Let’s celebrate our corpse strewn future!
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by Beiarusia » Sun Nov 22, 2015 3:47 pm
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