NO MAN's LAND: the THAW - a Survival RP (OOC/On Hiatus)

[Sarejo]

Maine Rangers motherfuckas. Somehow make one of the most boring states into a bunch of badasses.

I turned Albuquerque into the Mongol Empire, Denver into a totalitarian state ruled by a disturbed matriarch, and made little Texas' dreams of autonomy come true.

I win.

Communist Canada.

I win.

[Mesrane]

Name: Davis McKinnon
Birthplace: Lewiston, Idaho
Ethnicity: White
Age: 34
Pic/Description: Standing at 5'10," Davis is not a particularly tall man, but has grown stocky and well-muscled over the years through time spent outdoors. Thick, golden blonde hair cascades down to his shoulders, kept reasonably clean and neatly trimmed only through great effort on his part. The blond stubble that usually coats his cheeks has recently grown out into a short beard. Blue eyes and a pale complexion. Ancestry that he claims is a quarter Nez Perce gives him higher than usual cheekbones. Davis wears a worn green flannel shirt over an even more worn Nike t-shirt, along with jeans and recently acquired hiking boots which are in better condition. The pine tree logo of the Montana Rangers is sewn into his shirt.

Occupation: Ranger (formerly)
Equipment: -A .45 M1911 pistol with two magazines, good condition
-39 .45 rounds
-A scoped M14 in decent condition, though with no ammunition
-A machete, good condition
-worn red hoodie
-A dead iPod.
-strips of beef jerky along with some crackers
-half a bottle of Glenfiddich Scotch whisky

Immunity: Full

Personality: Stolid and usually imperturbable, Davis is not easily shaken and is extremely slow to anger, always choosing his words carefully and engaging everyone in a polite manner. In fact, he hasn't ever been fully enraged, so nobody, himself included, has any idea what that looks like. Usually well-mannered and even-tempered among strangers and acquaintances, his dry sense of humor will eventually reveal itself among trusted friends.
Skills: Decent marksman, extremely physically fit. Years spent with the now-defunct Montana Rangers have honed his survival skills.
Likes: Davis has a near-obsessive affinity for old-world music, of all types and stripes. He just can't get enough of it, and will search for it wherever he goes. Besides that, he enjoys a good whisky and has a soft spot for settlements that have established law and order that is both efficient and just.
Dislikes: Raiders, tribals, lawlessness, cats. He can't fucking stand cats.
Fears: For all his stolidness, Davis is still deathly afraid of losing those he cares about, and cats practically make him tremble (will explain below).

Bio:

Born in 2009 in Lewiston, Idaho, Davis had an affinity for the outdoors from a very young age. His father worked at a local wood pulp mill and his mother was a nurse. Davis would often spend his weekends hiking in the mountains with his siblings, until the day the plague came to Lewiston. His father took the family up into the mountains as law and order began to collapse around them. Though Joseph McKinnon's log cabin provided temporary refuge, he could not feed his family of six for very long and eventually had to bring them back down to Lewiston, roughly a year after T-13 had ravaged the country. From there the McKinnons made for Missoula, Montana, but raiders fell upon them on the outskirts of the city. Davis' entire family was killed in the attack, and the seven year-old boy's life was saved only by the intervention of mysterious cloaked men who picked off a raider band three times their number with remarkable ease.

The men who saved his life revealed themselves to be Montana Rangers, a 1,000-strong order of former national guardsmen and police officers who provided protection for the Helena Union, a loose confederation of towns in Montana.

Soon after crossing the state line, Davis was adopted by Jon and Karen Murray, a couple living in Helena. Thereafter his life returned to normalcy, though it took Davis awhile to accept the Murrays as parents.

Life in Montana seemed for a time like it work out for Davis. He acquired his own ranch near Bozeman at the age of 23 and settled down there after marrying Kathryn Taylor.

That was before the arrival of the warlord Boone from the Dakotas. Boone's army devastated much of eastern Montana and attempted an attack on the Union, only to be repulsed by the Rangers. Davis took up arms and joined the Rangers in order to repel the attacks. However, Boone's already large army was swelled with reinforcements and he attacked again. This time the Rangers were too few to meet him head on. Over the course of three years the Rangers used guerrilla tactics to wear down the raider army, but not before Boone had put Billings, Great Falls and Bozeman to the torch. Davis lost his adoptive parents and his wife over the course of the conflict. Boone was eventually killed and his army split among his lieutenants, who continued to attack Montana settlements, although in smaller numbers. The Rangers had been whittled down to almost nothing and the remaining settlements largely blamed them for failing to protect the towns that had been lost. The Union was effectively dissolved as distrust grew between the remaining communities.

Without roots and without purpose, Davis left Montana, going his own way like the rest of the remaining Rangers. Stories of the legendary prowess of his order lived on and largely spread throughout the West, but the unit had become essentially defunct.

Davis traveled up and down the Dakotas and Nebraska for three years, sometimes alone, sometimes with a variety of companions who wandered in and out of his life. Eventually he took up with a charismatic Methodist pastor named Charles Harris. The two became fast friends and have recently wandered into Colorado for the first time.

RP Examples: http://forum.nationstates.net/viewtopic ... 1&t=358682

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Name: Charles 'Charlie' Harris
Birthplace: St. Louis, Missouri
Ethnicity: Black
Age: 51
Pic/Description: Here

Occupation: Pastor
Equipment -.44 magnum revolver, decent condition
-12 .44 rounds
-Bowie knife
-small backpack
-Holy Bible
-a full pack of playing cards
-beef jerky and crackers

Immunity: Full

Personality: Charlie is an open and charismatic man who is willing to lend an ear to anyone at any time. Some may find his discourses on God mightily annoying, but Charlie's compassion is usually enough to offset that. He is never eager to engage in violence, and sometimes Charlie may be entirely unwilling to, but when bad people have to die, he doesn't raise too many objections.
Skills: Masterful public speaker, skilled at talking angry people down and getting others to open up about a variety of subjects. Is also a decent cook.
Likes: God, Christianity, peace and quiet, card games
Dislikes: Violence/rape/murder, bandits
Fears: Charlie is always afraid of violence seizing the hearts of men.

Bio: Born in 1992 to a middle-class St. Louis family, Charlie's early life gave absolutely no indication he would ever become a pastor. By age fifteen he was rolling with a local gang and quickly became deeply involved in that city's violence. He was incarcerated in 2013 for having a hand in the murder of a police officer. Decades of his life would have been spent in prison, where it not for the T-13 virus sweeping through the city in 2015, allowing him to break out. He went searching for his family, but quickly learned that those who hadn't died (two brothers as well as his mother died from T-13. His father and sister survived.) had fled the city along with most of the population.

As society fell apart around him, Charlie searched up and down Missouri and parts of Iowa in vain, hoping to find his father and sister among the teeming masses of fleeing, dying people. After two years, he had not a clue as to their whereabouts. In despair, his wanderings took him into South Dakota, where he eventually reached Rapid City, a town in the west of the state that had managed to shut out the anarchy and keep a semblance of law and order. He settled down there, gradually coming to regret his previous life of crime and becoming very religious under the influence of the town's pastor, Pat Kersey. He took an interest in ministry and eventually became an ordained pastor under Kersey's guidance.

Feeling inspired to spread the word of God in post-apocalyptic America, Charlie left Rapid City and traveled up and down the Dakotas and Nebraska, preaching wherever he was allowed and never staying anywhere more than a few weeks. After many years of this he met Davis McKinnon, a former Montana Ranger. The two quickly became friends and traveling companions.

RP Examples: See above

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Hopefully it's better now. Mostly I just moved the locations around, putting the Rangers and the Union in Montana and Charles in the Midwest.

[Beiarusia]

Name: Mason Alexander
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Not gonna disagree with Grestin. Only thing I ask is that you keep track of ammo as well. APPROVED.

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Name: Davis McKinnon
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The link for Charles doesn't work. Actually like that we have a pastor that will actually be a pastor this time around. ACCEPTED.

[Partially Blind People]

My lore was about Michigan and Ontario, not Louisiana.

[Beiarusia]

In regards to the lore and claiming territory, we shouldn't be too stingy. Obviously Colorado is gonna have a lot more going for it since it's the location, but places that may never be seen shouldn't cover massive amounts of land, or at the very least be a bit lenient to new comers. Just my thought on things.

[Tayner]

Just a little nitpicking, but in the story So Far spoiler in the OP, it says Aspen was the first to burn, but Glenwood was the first.

Also, tag.

[Beiarusia]

Just a little nitpicking, but in the story So Far spoiler in the OP, it says Aspen was the first to burn, but Glenwood was the first to fall.

Also, tag.

Glenwood wasn't much of a settlement truthfully. More of an unaffiliated outpost of sorts if anything.

[Tayner]

Just a little nitpicking, but in the story So Far spoiler in the OP, it says Aspen was the first to burn, but Glenwood was the first to fall.

Also, tag.

Glenwood wasn't much of a settlement truthfully. More of an unaffiliated outpost of sorts if anything.

M'kay.

[Deramen]

Name: Davis McKinnon
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The link for Charles doesn't work. Actually like that we have a pastor that will actually be a pastor this time around. ACCEPTED.

Well. be happy because you get a two for one deal!

May change some stuff to make it better for me. That Cool?

Name: Gregory Freeman -Official- |||| Gregory The Kind -Unofficial-
Birthplace: Austin, Texas
Ethnicity: American
Age: 40
Pic/Description: This but a little older.

Occupation: Priest & The occasional odd job.
Equipment

Immunity: Partial

Personality: A nice man with a happy go lucky personality. Kind to all and accepting to many, he believes anyone can change.
Skills: Leadership & Moral Raising. minimal weapon training. (so that he can defend himself and Martha)
Likes: Unity, Peace, Friendship
Dislikes: Raider Actions, Satanic Actions.
Fears: The Devil, Failing Em & Friends.

Bio: Gregory Doesn't remember his young life too much but what he does remember is that his family died. He lived as an orphan in an orphanage until the infection spread. From there he left the orphanage and survived the wastes. Sometime he moved from Texas to Salida, from there he moved to the fairview cemetery. Many night were spent alone. Eventually he met and helped survivors and prayed with god. One cold day a horde came, they brought slaughter to the small group there. During the attack he found a young girl named Martha. They managed to escape from the horde with the few people who came with him. There they roamed and wandered. Slowly the small group started thinning many died from bandits and infected. By the time they reached _Insert Place_. As one of the few people born before the infection he had seen many things and seen much suffering like the horde attacks so he devoted his life to making life better for all and bringing justice to the bad people. He always carries a knife with with a cross etched into the steel with him. It was given to him by one of the last survivors.

RP Examples: Must I explain?

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[Wallenburg]

PBP controls Louisiana

Since when did this happen?

[Landenburg]

Name: Ishmael
Birthplace: Estes Park
Ethnicity: Caucasian
Age: 22
Pic/Description: http://static.zerochan.net/Guts.full.1149403.jpg

Occupation: Caravan Guard

Equipment:
Adaptive Combat Rifle (ACR)
45 5.56×45mm NATO rounds
Improved Outer Tactical Vest (IOTV) winter camo
KA-BAR 5018 Knife
White winter coat
White ski pants
Winter boots

Immunity: PARTIAL / CARRIER (TD-13)

Personality: Cold and isolationist, Ishmael keeps to himself. He's not friendly and doesn't actively seek to make friends. He's shy as well, which just compounds on his personality.
Skills: Good at sensing danger as his time as a guard has kept him searching for enemies in the dark.
Likes: He likes the sense of safety he feels out on the road, even despite all of the dangers out on it.
Dislikes: Ishmael dislikes silence. It unnerves him as he feels that there's always a calm before the storm.
Fears: Has a crippling fear of Shrikes, as he saw one firsthand kill one of the fellow bodyguards on a caravan he was with. He's afraid of getting close with anyone after his parents. He's also afraid of public speaking.

Bio: Ishmael was born in the small settlement of Estes Park, 5 years after the infection had hit America. His father was a member of the small defensive force that fought off the infected whilst his mother was a scavenger. Estes Park is largely self sufficient and as such, from an early age he was taught things he would need to know that could help the settlement, such as being able to properly kill and skin a stag without wasting meat. At the age of 12, his father was bitten by an infected whilst trying to keep the settlement safe. He wasn't immune. Rather than let someone else do it, his mother went to put down her husband. She went in but she did not come out. His mother could not summon the strength to kill her husband and as such, when he turned he went and bit out her throat. The defense force had been waiting to go in but when it was clear that nobody would be coming out, they prepared to go in. Ishmael shook his head at them and simply stated he was going in. Many were against letting a 12 year old go and deal with possibly 2 infected, yet the leader of the defense force finally relented. He boy went in with the leader's own handgun. A few moments later and two gunshots could be heard. Yet, Ishmael didn't come out. When the defense force went in, expecting to find a family of infected, what they found instead was a crying boy stroking the cheeks of his now dead parents. He stayed with friends of his parents for a week. During the night, he slipped away and begged a nearby trader to take him along on their caravan. Soon enough, they took him along and he was gone from Estes Park. Years later, Ishmael was a grizzled caravan guard.

RP Examples: viewtopic.php?p=27323820#p27323820

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[New Grestin]

PBP controls Louisiana

Since when did this happen? :P

Because I stopped paying attention after a while.

This is why I stick to the Bandits. They have, like, one city and a few outposts. None of this state-based rigmarole.

[New Grestin]

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Oh, right.

[mobydickjoke][/mobydickjoke]

Accepted

[Sarejo]

Since when did this happen?

Because I stopped paying attention after a while.

This is why I stick to the Bandits. They have, like, one city and a few outposts. None of this state-based rigmarole.

Lore eish fun though. Creating a whole backstory to the universe is really fun. But then again there's people for lore and then there's the people like you who Game of Thrones' all of the characters

All in jest, my dear friend.

[New Grestin]

Because I stopped paying attention after a while.

This is why I stick to the Bandits. They have, like, one city and a few outposts. None of this state-based rigmarole.

Lore eish fun though. Creating a whole backstory to the universe is really fun. But then again there's people for lore and then there's the people like you who Game of Thrones' all of the characters :P

All in jest, my dear friend.

Only when it's dramatically necessary.

Besides, at least I can attest to (probably) killing the most between in NML, both via PC and faction.

[Mesrane]

Name: Mason Alexander
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Not gonna disagree with Grestin. Only thing I ask is that you keep track of ammo as well. APPROVED.

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Name: Davis McKinnon
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The link for Charles doesn't work. Actually like that we have a pastor that will actually be a pastor this time around. ACCEPTED.

Should be fixed now.

[Republic of the Cristo]

tag

[True Refuge]

This thread's going so fast I'm having trouble keeping up.

[Tayner]

Name: Enos Grey
Birthplace: Richmond, Virginia.
Ethnicity: African American
Age: 27
Pic/Description: Five foot 7 in, brown eyes, short hair.

Occupation: Dixie Special Forces
Equipment
M16A4
x3 30 round magazines of 5.56
Dixie BDUs (Essentially pre-outbreak BDUs)
First aid kit
A few days worth of supplies
Survival gear

Immunity: Full

Bio: Born in the early days of Dixie, he didn't know much about the old world. By the time he was grown up, gasoline was gone, big guns were rare, and food was already becoming scarce. He was a son of the apocalypse, being unlucky enough to be born and raised in a world full of people who ate people. His father, a Staff Sergeant under Luke LaForge's command, died in the Fall of Richmond, in an effort to save a evacuation zone. Although his father failed to defend the Evacuation Zone, he still saved hundreds of lives.

After the Fall of Richmond, he drifted from one town in Virginia to another, doing odd jobs, helping the local watch. He tried to leave a good impression on those who met him. When he was 20, he joined up with the Dixie National Guard. This time, he now drifted Dixie in a uniform and with an entire battalion of men. He rose through the ranks, and his father's name carried weight with the officers. Soon after, he was contacted by the Dixie Scouts, the elite expeditionary force of The Dixie Armed Forces.

He served on multiples of short range scouting missions, finding many settlements and reasources that would aid Dixie as an expanding republic. It was for this reason why he was breifed on Luke LaForge's mission. Of course he wasn't going to track down LaForge himself, but instead follow up on his mission, contacting the settlements that were originally contacted by LaForge's team. It was for this reason he tracked LaForge's team halfway across the country, to find them, debrief them, and escort them back to Dixie, assuming they were all alive.

RP Examples: Any of the previous OUTBREAK installments.

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This character will be minor, and will be the one who takes Luke back to Dixie.

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Name: Luke LaForge
Nation Name: Tay-Tay
Birthplace: New Orleans, Louisiana
Ethnicity: White Trash
Age: 23 + 27 = 50
Pic/Description: Black Hair, bushy beard, camouflage t-shirt

Occupation: Warehouse Worker for Palmetto State Armory
Reason for being in Colorado: Ro search for other settlements.

Immunity: TD-13

(OPTIONAL)
Personality: Southern.
Skills: Firearms, driving, hunting.
Likes: Firearms, shooting shit, Ladies, Beer
Dislikes: assholes, city people
Fears: Finding his family in the hordes of the undead.

Bio:

Born in Louisiana, Luke always acted polite, with his southern hospitality. When he turned 18, He moved to South Carolina, and bounced around the state for a wile, doing odd jobs. After a few months, he picked up a full time job in the state's largest firearms store. After some more time, he resigned and joined the Marines.

He joined the Marines when he was 19, and served two tours, but he was Honorably Discharged after his second Purple Heart, and his Silver Star. Once he got back, he got his old job back. He would've started his job soon after his family reunion Chicago, but the outbreak started only hours after he arrived.

He helped lead a army in Richmond ever since year five of the outbreak, and his troops were the last survivors out of Richmond. He sent all the survivors east to Newport News, including his wife, 22 year old daughter, and his 18 year old son. He soon went to Norfolk, another Dixie Safezone. The acting president ordered him and some other elite soldiers to be sent west to find, and make contact with other settlements.

He lead the team west, knowing most of the north was bombed and some of the south was overrun. They worked their way west, drifting, and never finding a settlement more then a dozen people. They directed them east to Dixie and kept going. But the five man team didn't last long. They lost one man for every state they crossed. So, Luke, stuck in Colorado without his team decided to settle. He couldn't go east, for the trip home would be too dangerous to brave alone.

He settled at the small Gleenwood outpost and became a scavenger. He shaved his beard and cut his har, making him look like a new man. He even earned a scar on his left cheek when defending the place from bandits. He sometimes makes supply runs to Aspen and brings back supplies. He remains loyal to his wife, even though he doesn't know if she's alive, and he remains loyal to Dixie. The only thing he has from the old days is his USMC hat.

Ever since Salida fell, he fled north, to the ruins of Glenwood, where the vultures would not search for their enemies. He and the guys split up, them believing that heading southeast to the Texas Republic would be the better move. Being separated from Sera, Westly, and all the others he once called friends, he lives in a small shanty built out of the ruins of Glenwood in solitary. He has supplies to last a while, and has salvaged his old positions, such as his flag, Dixie Dress uniform, and his trombone.
RP Examples: You know me.

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Name: Ashton Malibu
Birthplace: Nashville, Tennessee
Ethnicity: White
Age: 33
Pic/Description: Red hair, brown eyes, 5 foot 11

Occupation: Portable Arms Dealer.
Equipment
M4A1 Assault Rifle
Beretta 9mm pistol
1 horse
Supplies for a week and a half (Two if he rations.)
A chest full of various ammunition and a few makeshift guns.
A reloading kit.

Immunity: Full

Personality: He always looks for a profit and would probably fit the role of 'unlikely hero' in a Han Solo sort of way.
Skills: Reloading ammunition, and firearms.
Likes: Making a profit, alcohol
Dislikes: Being shot at, and people who offer a bad deal.
Fears: His past.

Bio: Born in Nashville, Ashton was raised before the infection struck. He was only eleven when the outbreak occurred, his parents being one of the first casualties in Nashville he had to fend for himself. He had to learn how to survive in the overrun ruins of Nashville for nearly a year before a group of survivors found him and took him in. They taught him how to survive and how to make his own firearms and ammunition. He helped the survivors manufacture guns and ammo for trading and their own personal use.

Of course, after a few years, the settlement they began to start calling Haven fell, due to a combination of repelling a raider attack, and then being overwhelmed by a zombie horde drawn in because of the massive amounts of gunfire and dead bodies. Only few survivors managed to escape, but not after detonating the majority of their ammunition stockpile, decimating most of the zombie horde. The survivors were scattered, and after a week of searching for any sign of them, Ashton moved on.

He found a horse in a farm on the border of Tennessee, and gathered enough tools to make small amounts of ammo and small firearms if he has the parts. He roamed the country for awhile, selling ammo to various types. Every now and then, he would hire local bodyguards, but nowadays he mostly travels alone. He recently arrived in Colorado, with next to little knowledge of the area, besides that the Colorado Dominion has destroyed most places, and to try to avoid Denver. He plans to head straight through the stare, and heading to the Northwest where he hears there are a few nations out there who might be interested in his trade.

RP Examples: Morgan Freeman for president, 2016

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[Landenburg]

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Oh, right.

[mobydickjoke][/mobydickjoke]

Accepted

It was a WIP, don't worry you didn't miss it if that's what you were thinking!

[The Nameless Wayfarer]

Name: Wolfgang, "The Wolf," Magnusson
Nation Name: The Nameless Wayfarer
Birthplace: Auburn, New York
Ethnicity: Caucasian, Nordic
Age: Twenty-seven years old
Pic/Description: http://schastnysergey.deviantart.com/ar ... -271019542

Wolfgang typically hides his features under his gas mask and hood, however, the treasure hunter's piercing, ice blue eyes and dark brown hair are visible.

Occupation: He's a treasure hunter, mercenary, and wilderness guide all in one package.

Immunity: The Wolf's immunity level to the T-13 virus is categorized as, "Gifted." This rare condition increases neural activity in his flight or fight responses. It also increases hormonal outputs in the adrenal glands. Psyche shattering stress levels and intense physical or mental trauma results in a sort of, "Blood rage," effect, where Wolfgang goes into a brutal frenzy.

Bio: Wolfgang Magnusson's past is shrouded in mystery, just like his appearance. He claims to hail from Auburn, New York, to the north east of what once was the United States. Whether his professed origins are wholehearted truth or a deceitful lie stands to debate. However, several eye witness accounts prove that he traveled through the states during his youth, making a name for himself in the wastes of the Midwest. The most intriguing of these stories comes from the now bustling township of Emporia, which is located in the remnants of the state of Kansas. However, Emporia wasn't always the beacon of hope that many claim it to be nowadays. Although relatively untouched by the T-13 contagion, the struggling settlement was plagued by bandits and an influx of refugees from the state capitol of Topeka, which was firebombed by the United States government years earlier in an effort to contain the infection. The mass migration filled Emporia with people- and people need to eat. With its food reserves already close to depletion, Emporia turned to cannibalism and was on the brink of collapse... that is, until the arrival of the Wolf.

They say that he arrived one, frosty spring morning. He wore a gas mask and a hooded duster that hid everything but his arctic eyes and stray fringes of his dark, brown hair. The townsfolk recall that some citizens were so desperate they tried to eat the enigmatic traveller. Oddly, people say that when he muttered an inaudible hymn of words, they stopped in their tracks. The would-be cannibals took him to the mayor immediately after. Wolfgang offered to help the struggling town, in exchange for ammunition, of course. They next day he struck off into the dead city, Topeka, a place where few dared to tread. What he brought back to Emporia would save them from starvation and put them on the new world's map as a bastion of relative safety and prosperity. Magnusson carried with him seeds, precious cargo, however small in size, which he retrieved from the freezer vaults of what used to be an ecology lab. With these seeds and the treasure hunter's supervision, Emporia was growing its own food in no time. Paid in full with ammo, gratefulness, and admiration, the stranger left Emporia behind and made his way to Colorado.

RP Examples: I think you know I'm a decent writer. If you need more examples, though, just let me know!
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I've been out of the game for quite sometime, haven't I?

[New Grestin]

I've been out of the game for quite sometime, haven't I?

Indeed you have. Indeed you have.

Now we can finally have that showdown you and I joked about a while back.

[The Nameless Wayfarer]

I've been out of the game for quite sometime, haven't I?

Indeed you have. Indeed you have.

Now we can finally have that showdown you and I joked about a while back.

I can't quite remember what that showdown entailed; I hope it involved Wolf stealing Jen's commissar cap.

Seriously, I want one of those damn hats.

Welcome back Are the Wolves still a thing?

I appreciate it.

I believe they may be put into action soon enough. First, Wolfgang has to assert some degree of leadership over Salida's mercenary force - as they're only fighting for payment, he's going to have to find some way to win their allegiance. A few acts of intimidation or an even larger monetary incentive may be in order.

[Beiarusia]

I appreciate it.

I believe they may be put into action soon enough. First, Wolfgang has to assert some degree of leadership over Salida's mercenary force - as they're only fighting for payment, he's going to have to find some way to win their allegiance. A few acts of intimidation or an even larger monetary incentive may be in order.

Because PLW is MIA we've chosen to nix Salida in the time skip. This is four months later and Salida fell to the Vultures, now known as the Dominion of Denver. We're starting a bit fresh at the moment.

[True Refuge]

Indeed you have. Indeed you have.

Now we can finally have that showdown you and I joked about a while back.

I can't quite remember what that showdown entailed; I hope it involved Wolf stealing Jen's commissar cap.

Seriously, I want one of those damn hats.

Welcome back Are the Wolves still a thing?

I appreciate it.

I believe they may be put into action soon enough. First, Wolfgang has to assert some degree of leadership over Salida's mercenary force - as they're only fighting for payment, he's going to have to find some way to win their allegiance. A few acts of intimidation or an even larger monetary incentive may be in order.

Ah goody. Thanks for the notice He's had 40 days to do that, actually.