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by New Grestin » Tue May 31, 2016 7:28 pm
Let’s not dwell on our corpse strewn past. Let’s celebrate our corpse strewn future!
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by Relikai » Tue May 31, 2016 9:17 pm
by Deramen » Tue May 31, 2016 10:45 pm
New Grestin wrote:Atlas Biotech Corporate Office | Outside Overton, Nevada | Day 3
It was light out now, somehow. Valerie didn't pretend to understand the inner workings of the Zone. That implied there were any inner workings. The place ran on a sort of wonderland-logic that she could never really wrap her head around. The sun had just begun to peek over the horizon, casting hues of red and orange out across the fleeting night sky. Stars dissipated and vanished from view. The pale glow of the moon replaced by the sun's heat. Valerie watched it with a mix of awe and dread. Awe at they had survived the night, in spite of everything.
Dread, at the thought of what they were headed towards.
The Woman in Red was an aberration, yes. The Church would no doubt put up a fight, of course. She expected it. She had always expected it, but the confirmation of those expectations was comforting in a way. Now she knew that a fight was on the horizon. She just wished Miller was there to help guide her through it.
Valerie missed the old man. Sure, he was a violent, conspiracy-obsessed alcoholic, but the man was the closest thing she had to a best friend anymore. Sure, there was Yuki, who was thankfully not dead after the previous night's incident. Salk was more of a purposefully distant acquaintance than anything. The others were just strangers. Strangers with guns, strangers all there for this reason or that. Strangers she felt an obligation to keep alive.
She stood in the window-frames that peppered the front of the Corporate Office, leaning against the bare metal with a cigarette in hand. She'd tried to stop dozens of times, but since everything fell apart, it was the only thing she ever could go back to. The embers crackled, dropping ash to the floor near her boots, where it mingled in with the desert sand and shattered glass.
Valerie had abandoned the matte-green jacket and the shirt. The blood was starting to smell, and she didn't want to be reminded of the color red anymore than she had to. All that remained were her pants, her boots, and a dirty gray tank top. She'd been careful to wrap the mutations, passing them off as simple wounds by dressing them with gauze and paper-tape. It was a stop-gap measure, and one that wouldn't even really work anyway.
Her hand shuddered a bit as it felt the ridge of the teeth, still growing out of her shoulder. A molar had come in now too, making for a near-complete set of upper teeth, jutting out of her back like a tumor. She'd found patches of red, scarred tissue along her thigh.
Radiation poisoning, maybe?
She couldn't say for sure.
Out in the plaza proper, most of the Nazi corpses were gone. Bits and pieces remained here and there. A hand here, a patch of skin there, a few splatters of blood over there. It was all rather macabre. No fully intact corpses though. The Zone had saw to that. She could see the tracks of all manner of creatures in the dirt. Some looked eerily human. The corpse in the center of it all, strung up and mutilated, marked as a "HERETIC", however, had remained untouched.
Even Zone monsters knew tainted meat when they saw it.
Valerie flicked the cigarette off into the dirt, leaving it as she stepped back up into the office building.
Tired eyes flicked over the rest of the group. She hadn't slept much, save for a few token moments where she'd passed out from exhaustion. She damned the idea of sleep. She damned the idea of going back to that wretched place, of seeing what she'd seen. As the others began to rouse from their sleep, she spoke.
"Alright, everyone. Get your stuff together. We're back on the road in an hour."
The same eyes flicked to Giuseppe.
"Except you. You stay here until we're gone."
by True Refuge » Wed Jun 01, 2016 2:24 pm
New Grestin wrote:✂
"One does not need to be surprised then, when 26 years later the outrageous slogan is repeated, which we Marxists burned all bridges with: to “pick up” the banner of the bourgeoisie. - International Communist Party, Dialogue with Stalin.
by Ximea » Wed Jun 01, 2016 3:50 pm
Deramen wrote:New Grestin wrote:Atlas Biotech Corporate Office | Outside Overton, Nevada | Day 3
It was light out now, somehow. Valerie didn't pretend to understand the inner workings of the Zone. That implied there were any inner workings. The place ran on a sort of wonderland-logic that she could never really wrap her head around. The sun had just begun to peek over the horizon, casting hues of red and orange out across the fleeting night sky. Stars dissipated and vanished from view. The pale glow of the moon replaced by the sun's heat. Valerie watched it with a mix of awe and dread. Awe at they had survived the night, in spite of everything.
Dread, at the thought of what they were headed towards.
The Woman in Red was an aberration, yes. The Church would no doubt put up a fight, of course. She expected it. She had always expected it, but the confirmation of those expectations was comforting in a way. Now she knew that a fight was on the horizon. She just wished Miller was there to help guide her through it.
Valerie missed the old man. Sure, he was a violent, conspiracy-obsessed alcoholic, but the man was the closest thing she had to a best friend anymore. Sure, there was Yuki, who was thankfully not dead after the previous night's incident. Salk was more of a purposefully distant acquaintance than anything. The others were just strangers. Strangers with guns, strangers all there for this reason or that. Strangers she felt an obligation to keep alive.
She stood in the window-frames that peppered the front of the Corporate Office, leaning against the bare metal with a cigarette in hand. She'd tried to stop dozens of times, but since everything fell apart, it was the only thing she ever could go back to. The embers crackled, dropping ash to the floor near her boots, where it mingled in with the desert sand and shattered glass.
Valerie had abandoned the matte-green jacket and the shirt. The blood was starting to smell, and she didn't want to be reminded of the color red anymore than she had to. All that remained were her pants, her boots, and a dirty gray tank top. She'd been careful to wrap the mutations, passing them off as simple wounds by dressing them with gauze and paper-tape. It was a stop-gap measure, and one that wouldn't even really work anyway.
Her hand shuddered a bit as it felt the ridge of the teeth, still growing out of her shoulder. A molar had come in now too, making for a near-complete set of upper teeth, jutting out of her back like a tumor. She'd found patches of red, scarred tissue along her thigh.
Radiation poisoning, maybe?
She couldn't say for sure.
Out in the plaza proper, most of the Nazi corpses were gone. Bits and pieces remained here and there. A hand here, a patch of skin there, a few splatters of blood over there. It was all rather macabre. No fully intact corpses though. The Zone had saw to that. She could see the tracks of all manner of creatures in the dirt. Some looked eerily human. The corpse in the center of it all, strung up and mutilated, marked as a "HERETIC", however, had remained untouched.
Even Zone monsters knew tainted meat when they saw it.
Valerie flicked the cigarette off into the dirt, leaving it as she stepped back up into the office building.
Tired eyes flicked over the rest of the group. She hadn't slept much, save for a few token moments where she'd passed out from exhaustion. She damned the idea of sleep. She damned the idea of going back to that wretched place, of seeing what she'd seen. As the others began to rouse from their sleep, she spoke.
"Alright, everyone. Get your stuff together. We're back on the road in an hour."
The same eyes flicked to Giuseppe.
"Except you. You stay here until we're gone."
Giuseppe looked at Valerie with bored eyes. "Look, I cant care anymore. I really cant, its a hopeless and idiotic endeavor to care about anything but yourself. Just make sure you leave my stuff here." He looked down in a cocktail of anger, regret and pain. "But, take my one word of advice. Watch out for the yellow man, he will kill you all if you let him." But Giuseppe started feeling a pain on his back while chills rolled over his body.
"W-W-Why is is so cold in here?" Giuseppe spoke as a wave of nausea flowed through his head. In an attempt to get up his legs went to jelly and he fell over. His started vomiting blood but this blood was black. He tried to speak but he could only gargle which just made him choke on the vomit. Giuseppe flailed his arms in attempt to get help. His eyes turned completely red during this, only the pupils remaining in its now bloody brown. His body then came into a complete shock. The only movement being his fingers desperately twitching. The life started draining from his bloody eyes as tears of blood poured out of his face.
by Monfrox » Wed Jun 01, 2016 4:45 pm
Xing wrote:Yeah but you also are the best at roleplay. (yay Space Core references) I'm pretty sure a four man tank crew is no problem for someone that had 27 different RP characters going at one time.
The Grey Wolf wrote:Froxy knows how to use a whip, I speak from experience.
by The United Equstrian Front » Wed Jun 01, 2016 4:52 pm
Monfrox wrote:Chapel
Hawkins' eyes were already open when the shot rung out. What followed suit was KT running to her, hoping she'd solve the problem. Well, it went without saying that the Staff Sergeant shouldn't have been woken unless it was a critical situation, but she was only crying wolf. Well, at least Hawkins could count on her to always let her know shit was going sideways. The very tired soldier threw off the drapes and sat up off the pew and sighed. She took her pistol out and walked over to the front door. Well, it wasn't like she could see anything other than a little bit of movement. Was that someone, waving? Against her better judgement, she walked out and put the Humvee's engine block between her and the other.
"You always say hi with your gun?" Hawkins asked loudly.
Dry Lake
The LT gagged again, her head still spinning as she gargled and spat. Well, she was sure to at least keep track of how much water she wasn't drinking, and felt she had enough left. Things were already getting pretty crazy, though. She jumped when she heard the shot ring out and watched Spencer drop like a bag of rocks. Oh....oh God! He was dead! Like, actually dead! Wait, was he? He wasn't moving. She tried to tell herself that maybe he wasn't, but she knew better. Horror gripped her conscience. She'd never seen someone die in front of her, let alone be killed like that. Reading about it in books, seeing it on TV, playing it in video games; nothing could've prepared her for the actual experience. Everything else bled out from her as she looked forward.
Clarice's words didn't reach her much as she sat there trying to process what had just happened. If she didn't just vomit, she probably would've right now. She stared into the ground trying to not look at him or anyone else for that matter. Slowly she started chattering her teeth while trying to not fall into a bumbling mess of a person, which was hard when you first see someone get killed right in front of you. You always think things were going to turn out alright, that everyone would make it. The real world is not like that. People died, and died often. The only thing is hoping it didn't happen to you.
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by Monfrox » Fri Jun 03, 2016 6:34 pm
Xing wrote:Yeah but you also are the best at roleplay. (yay Space Core references) I'm pretty sure a four man tank crew is no problem for someone that had 27 different RP characters going at one time.
The Grey Wolf wrote:Froxy knows how to use a whip, I speak from experience.
by New Grestin » Fri Jun 03, 2016 8:30 pm
Surviving Anomalous Attacks and YOU
Anomalous Attacks are one of the deadliest disasters you can encounter. With this handy guide, and the help of your local DAA Representative, we've compiled a few helpful tips on surviving, and most importantly, avoiding anomalous incidents.
- 1.) Anomalies come in a few different varieties, and it always helps to understand the terminology your local Peacekeepers may employ. A "CAT" is a Confirmed Anomalous Threat. These are anomalies that pose a threat to people, and must be detained or, if need be, terminated. They're designated in classes: Blue is the least dangerous, Red is the most dangerous. Talk to your local DAA Representative about the best response to each of these codes.
- 2.) In the event of an Anomalous Attack, an alarm will be raised. If you hear this alarm, immediately leave the area. Do not attempt to return to gather possessions, pets, or loved ones. Failure to evacuate is the number one cause of death in an Anomalous Attack.
- 3.) Do NOT interfere with Peacekeeping Personnel, DAA Agents, or any other government personnel tasked with handling Anomalous Attacks. Interfering with DAA operations is a federal offense.
- 4.) Sometimes, Anomalous Attacks can be prevented by dutiful citizens like you! If you see or experience anything strange, be sure to report it to your local DAA Representative. Be sure to note exactly what kind of anomaly you feel you've encountered. Remember, watchful eyes save lives!
- 5.) If you believe someone close you may be an Anomaly, report it immediately. Understand that this person is no longer a person, and must be treated with the utmost care and caution. Anomalies will not hesitate if you do. Failing to report possible Anomalies can carry heavy penalties, and not just for those you may have indirectly injured.
- 6.) Do NOT attempt to fight an anomaly on your own. Exorcists, Demonologists, Paranormal Researchers, or Mediums CANNOT help you. Leave the capture of Anomalies to the professionals.
- 7.) NEVER try to converse with or fraternize with Anomalies, or Anomaly Rights Organizations. These groups are dangerous, violent terrorists that no real American should associate with. If you believe someone you know to be part of an Anomaly RIghts Organization, report it immediately.
- 8.) Finally, remember, the DAA is here for your protection. Security is our number one concern, and protecting the public is part of that concern. Agitators and Terrorists will make claims about the government, and about Anomalies, but you can sleep soundly knowing the DAA will always be there, protecting you and your families.
Excerpt for DAA Civilian Safety Manual, circa 2016
The Chapel | Outside Moapa | Nevada | Day 3
Outside Dry Lake | Nevada | Day 3
Atlas Corporate Office | Outside Overton | Nevada | Day 3
Let’s not dwell on our corpse strewn past. Let’s celebrate our corpse strewn future!
Head Bartender for The Pub | The Para-Verse | Writing Advice from a Pretentious Jerk | I write stuff | Arbitrary Political Numbers- Best Worldbuilding - 2016 (Community Choice)
- Best Horror/Thriller RP for THE ZONE - 2016 (Community Choice)
by Wallenburg » Sat Jun 04, 2016 3:29 am
by Ximea » Sat Jun 04, 2016 10:50 am
by The United Equstrian Front » Sat Jun 04, 2016 11:18 am
Monfrox wrote:"I'm unarmed as you can see..."
Hawkins stared blankly at the figure standing out there. Either she had a different definition of "unarmed" or she had exceptional short-term memory loss. She looked around. Well...nothing as far as she could see. If the girl was alone, then her behavior only really made some sense. Great, though. All she needed was another lost puppy to look after. She cursed the triplets and Jen for pandering to the fact that she was in the Army. "You're a soldier, you're supposed to help us". Yeah, she was supposed to help a lot of people, and they didn't all get it. She tried not to think about it and focus on right now.
"Walk forward. Slowly, with your hands out. Any sudden movements will be your last." Hawkins ordered, bringing her pistol to level with the figure.
by Deramen » Sat Jun 04, 2016 11:43 pm
by New Grestin » Sun Jun 05, 2016 12:42 pm
Wallenburg wrote:"Oh, Christ."
Ximea wrote:"I was starting to hope she'd make it."
Let’s not dwell on our corpse strewn past. Let’s celebrate our corpse strewn future!
Head Bartender for The Pub | The Para-Verse | Writing Advice from a Pretentious Jerk | I write stuff | Arbitrary Political Numbers- Best Worldbuilding - 2016 (Community Choice)
- Best Horror/Thriller RP for THE ZONE - 2016 (Community Choice)
by The United Federation of Terrans » Sun Jun 05, 2016 3:20 pm
by Monfrox » Mon Jun 06, 2016 10:29 am
Xing wrote:Yeah but you also are the best at roleplay. (yay Space Core references) I'm pretty sure a four man tank crew is no problem for someone that had 27 different RP characters going at one time.
The Grey Wolf wrote:Froxy knows how to use a whip, I speak from experience.
by Chicago Heights » Mon Jun 06, 2016 10:48 am
by The United Equstrian Front » Mon Jun 06, 2016 1:19 pm
Monfrox wrote:
Chapel
Hawkins looked up at the woman as she walked over. That was rare. Hawkins was over 6 feet tall on her own, but this woman looked like a giant. Considering everything weird happening, she almost wanted to say she wasn't human. Well, she looked human enough. And if it came to it, .45 ACP stopped more things dead cold than harsh language. She waved her pistol to the front door. She frisked her as she moved and took any weapons off the person.
"Sorry, company policy. We're bedding down for the night and some of us want to wake up the next morning." She told her, stowing the weaponry in the back of the Humvee. "It'll be here if you need it."
The tanker walked the girl in and walked over to the triplets, kicking the pew and looking at KT.
"Back to it. Shift ain't even started yet. Wake me up in 4 hours if nothing else happens."
With that, Hawkins sat the new girl down in her own pew before going back to her "bed" and laying down for some sleep. She hoped that'd be the last thing to happen tonight.
by Kentucky Fried Land » Mon Jun 06, 2016 6:56 pm
by Relikai » Mon Jun 06, 2016 7:07 pm
"The early bird catches the worm"
Phrase of early
Proverb
The person who takes the earliest opportunity to do something will gain the advantage over others.
by True Refuge » Tue Jun 07, 2016 3:36 am
New Grestin wrote:...
"You go first."
"One does not need to be surprised then, when 26 years later the outrageous slogan is repeated, which we Marxists burned all bridges with: to “pick up” the banner of the bourgeoisie. - International Communist Party, Dialogue with Stalin.
by Beiarusia » Tue Jun 07, 2016 8:12 am
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