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Title: The Coil: A Post-Apocalyptic Succession Forum Game. Round 1: Waitlist Unlimited!
Post by: Fniff on July 29, 2013, 06:41:30 pm
OOC Thread (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=129264.0)
This is the emergency broadcast system. It has been a year as of speaking since the disaster. The disaster has caused widespread chaos. We have won the war. However, society has become destabilized in the process. In order to save our country, we have disposed of the civilian government and initiated martial law for the duration. We will be issuing orders to the civilian populace from here on out. The situation is under control. We are beginning a return to normality.

Please proceed to a nearby green zone. These are towns that have been cleared of bandits and other threats, and have been secured by military forces. You will be assigned a home for you and your family, and will enjoy a standard of living incomparable to living out in the yellow or red zones. You will be assigned citizenship papers that you must have on you at all times. If you do officially sanctioned jobs, you will be given a ration card. You may spend these cards when the army visits every week to hand out rationed materials.

There are only a few rules to living within green zones. Follow them, or face the punishments.

1. Do not kill or injure a fellow citizen of the green zone, or a soldier of any rank. They are your friends, and you should not hurt your friends.
2. Do not gain more food then supplied by your ration cards. Scavenging, racketeering, and thievery are unfairly putting yourself above your fellow citizens.
3. Do not spread deviant thoughts or support revolutionary movements. We are trying to help you. You should repay us in kind by trusting us.

That is all. Please proceed to your nearest green zone. We will feed you. We will house you. We will protect you. We are promising you a better life: who are you to refuse?

What is this?

This is a forum game, inspired by Metro 2033 and the Road, that isn't about winning at all. This is a forum game that's all about losing in a lot of ways. You are a citizen after the end of the world, in a town that's under the harsh jackboot of the military. There's too little food, too many people around, and not enough jobs to get rations. In short, the world is fucked and so are you.

What makes this game unique? Well, a few things. One, this will be arranged in rounds. These rounds last until every player but one is dead or might as well be. After a round has finished, you can switch characters if you want to try something new, and I may swap players out for waitlisters. Another thing is that this game will alternate between GMs, like a succession game. Want to do a forum game but don't want the trouble of starting one and potentially burning out on it? Just post that you want to be put on the GM list (You can be a player and a GM, though obviously not in the same round) and I'll put you on it. When your turn comes up, you can start GMing right away.

Now, here's how the game's going to operate.
Spoiler: Game Mechanics (click to show/hide)
Spoiler: Character Creation (click to show/hide)
I will be taking five players at the start, but the GM and wait list is unlimited.
Title: Re: The Coil: A Post-Apocalyptic Succession Forum Game
Post by: Fniff on July 29, 2013, 06:41:50 pm
Spoiler: Players (click to show/hide)
Spoiler: Player Waitlist (click to show/hide)
Spoiler: GM List (click to show/hide)
Title: Re: The Coil: A Post-Apocalyptic Succession Forum Game
Post by: Xantalos on July 29, 2013, 06:45:13 pm
Hum ho. PTW and maybe reserve.

As a player; I'd kill the game as a GM.
Title: Re: The Coil: A Post-Apocalyptic Succession Forum Game
Post by: RangerCado on July 29, 2013, 06:45:24 pm
Reserving, this is so much like the Last of Us as well.

Character Sheet
Name: They are known only as Ghost.
Bio: Not much is known about Ghost, not even their gender, though most assume its a he. They don't talk, and usually has their lower face hidden by a blue scarf. They do odd jobs around the cities and towns for ration cards, but always seemed to recent the soldiers, denying requests to join them many times with a cold look in his eyes as they shook their head. They always seem to look beyond the walls with a sad look, like they missed their freedom, even with the dangers it brought.
Appearence: Ghost has green eyes and a thin, but sturdy build. His Gender is unknown but their hair is light brown. They always wear a blue scarf to cover their neck scar and lower face. Their eyes are gray and they wear an old brown shirt, faded jeans, and hiking boots. They are often seen wearing old Leather gloves.
Attributes: Endurance- 0
Force- 0
Fortitude- 2
Inspection- 1
Skills: Sneaking (Hiding from view and walking quietly) +1
Recurve Archery (Skilled with Recurve Bows, for hunting and killing) +3
Advantages: Recurve Bow (Has a Bow with 5 hunting arrows (hunting- Sharp enough to pierce Kevlar at 10ft... but you'll likely get shot at that range first))
Map (Has a general map of the city and sketches of outside areas)
Disadvantages: Can't speak (Was shot in the throat in the early days but managed to recover, though unable to make any noise more than a moan of pain)
Suspicious (Ghost always look suspicious to those who don't know them, with only Guards at gates or well used areas really not watching what hes doing)
Title: Re: The Coil: A Post-Apocalyptic Succession Forum Game
Post by: Fniff on July 29, 2013, 06:46:54 pm
Remember to mention whether or not you're reserving yourself to be a GM or a player, since that is an aspect of this.
Title: Re: The Coil: A Post-Apocalyptic Succession Forum Game
Post by: Alexandria on July 29, 2013, 06:49:09 pm
Reserved for a character. ( Not GM. )

Out of curiosity, can we play with a goal of just surviving and not winning?
Title: Re: The Coil: A Post-Apocalyptic Succession Forum Game
Post by: Fniff on July 29, 2013, 06:50:33 pm
That's the point of the game! Just try to survive as long as possible before any number of horrible events do you in. The "last player is when the game ends" bit is just to prevent the game becoming focused on one player.
Title: Re: The Coil: A Post-Apocalyptic Succession Forum Game
Post by: Alexandria on July 29, 2013, 06:58:26 pm
Heh ok works for me.

Name : Alexis Jade
Bio.
Appearance : Long bright red hair, pale blue eyes, a slim full figure with scars covering her limbs.
Personality : Wary but friendly, happy to help as much as she can but she won't get herself killed for somebody else, at least not without a serious reward for taking the risk.
Background : Alexis was a spoiled rich girl until the world went to hell, she learned quickly that the new world would not be kind to her and she hardened herself up to survive in determined not to become a victim of it.
Her family didn't survive and nor did anybody else she knew, after wandering for a while she found her way to the new town and has settled in trying to make the most of her new life.

Attributes.
Fortitude : 1
Inspection : 2

Skills.
NLMA. ( Martial arts to disarm and disable. )
Animal tamer. ( Skilled at taming animals. )

Advantage : Trained wolves. ( A pair of viscous wolves trained to hunt. Not mutated. Male and Female. Good for protection and for hunting. )
Disadvantage : Need to be fed. ( A wolf can go weeks without food and longer then a human without water. But it's still 2 mouths to feed. )
Advantage : Butchers kit. ( So I can get the most out of an animal I kill for food. )
Disadvantage : Missing finger and thumb from one hand. ( Unable to use a weapon, though doesn't effect butchering since she can do it with the good hand. )
Title: Re: The Coil: A Post-Apocalyptic Succession Forum Game
Post by: Fniff on July 29, 2013, 06:59:53 pm
Most are horribly mutated, but they're still there. Also, martial arts would give you a +2, cos it's still pretty general.
Title: Re: The Coil: A Post-Apocalyptic Succession Forum Game
Post by: Alexandria on July 29, 2013, 07:01:00 pm
(( Hmmm, how about defensive martial arts? Would that be more specific. So she can defend herself well but only has a minor advantage if she's attacking.

Are they safe to eat and can they still be tamed/trained and bred? ))
Title: Re: The Coil: A Post-Apocalyptic Succession Forum Game
Post by: Xantalos on July 29, 2013, 07:03:33 pm
(( Hmmm, how about defensive martial arts? Would that be more specific. So she can defend herself well but only has a minor advantage if she's attacking.

Are they safe to eat and can they still be tamed/trained and bred? ))
((Aikido?))
Title: Re: The Coil: A Post-Apocalyptic Succession Forum Game
Post by: Fniff on July 29, 2013, 07:04:21 pm
Okay, that'll give enemies -2 to attacking and +1 to you attacking. They are safe to eat (In a very general way) and they can be tamed.
Title: Re: The Coil: A Post-Apocalyptic Succession Forum Game
Post by: Alexandria on July 29, 2013, 07:08:41 pm
Hmm good idea, I could pick a specific style of martial arts.

Ok editing my sheet, I picked a specific style of martial arts. One that I know some of so assign as you see fit :) but it's not really defensive. It's based on crippling or killing as quickly and efficiently as possible.
Title: Re: The Coil: A Post-Apocalyptic Succession Forum Game
Post by: RangerCado on July 29, 2013, 07:12:01 pm
Done my sheet... or are we allowed more than 1 advantage and disadvantage?
Title: Re: The Coil: A Post-Apocalyptic Succession Forum Game
Post by: Fniff on July 29, 2013, 07:15:56 pm
You can have more then one, but keep it to two, please. Also, Krav Maga is designed for it's universality, so I'll have to give you a +1 for it, and +1 to hunting. Ranger Cado gets a +3 to bows, since Recurve Bows are quite specific, and +1 to sneaking.
Title: Re: The Coil: A Post-Apocalyptic Succession Forum Game
Post by: Alexandria on July 29, 2013, 07:19:06 pm
(( Ugh ok scrap that.  I need something high otherwise anybody with a specific weapon skill will slaughter me.
What kind of martial art could I take that'd give me +3 or +4?

 ))
Title: Re: The Coil: A Post-Apocalyptic Succession Forum Game
Post by: RangerCado on July 29, 2013, 07:21:01 pm
((And done, I hope i balanced my advantages and disadvantages properly))
Title: Re: The Coil: A Post-Apocalyptic Succession Forum Game
Post by: Fniff on July 29, 2013, 07:21:51 pm
Well, the Generic Defense Martial Art (GDMA) would give you a hefty bonus, which is nothing to sneeze at. However, you could come up with a (probably fictional) martial art that only works in specific situations like being inside a building or against targets with firearms. Also, Cado, those are perfectly fine indeed.
Title: Re: The Coil: A Post-Apocalyptic Succession Forum Game
Post by: Alexandria on July 29, 2013, 07:26:56 pm
I'll come up with a martial art. What bonus would I get for a non lethal martial art? So something to disarm and disable but that can't kill.

I've edited the second skill to a new one and done a second set of advantages and disadvantages.
Title: Re: The Coil: A Post-Apocalyptic Succession Forum Game
Post by: Xantalos on July 29, 2013, 07:29:01 pm
I'll come up with a martial art. What bonus would I get for a non lethal martial art? So something to disarm and disable but that can't kill.

I've edited the second skill to a new one and done a second set of advantages and disadvantages.
http://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aikido
Title: Re: The Coil: A Post-Apocalyptic Succession Forum Game
Post by: Fniff on July 29, 2013, 07:30:34 pm
You'd get +2 to animal taming, and +3 if you went with someone that can disarm and disable someone: do you want a guy you beat up coming back to shoot you in the head?
Title: Re: The Coil: A Post-Apocalyptic Succession Forum Game
Post by: Alexandria on July 29, 2013, 07:32:30 pm
I can't redirect a bullet or an arrow :).

Not really, but I need something that I can use at any time otherwise all they have to do is wait for me to come outside or something similar.
So unless I can get a +4 by taking a purely lethal martial art then that'll do.

Besides, I can't kill him but I can sure as hell snap his arm's in half. He'll be dead long before he heals.
Title: Re: The Coil: A Post-Apocalyptic Succession Forum Game
Post by: Grek on July 29, 2013, 07:35:42 pm
Name: Old Man Lee
Bio: An ancient greybeard who has been working his a chicken farm since before the Disaster. Things have been rough for Mr. Lee, but he's not about to abandon his home.
Attributes: 1 Fortitude, 2 Inspection.
Skills: Tending to the Mutant Chickens on his Chicken Farm (very specific) and Old Man Folklore (very general).
Advantage: Chicken Farmer. He starts with a small number of mutant chickens.
Disadvantage: Infirm. In order to remain healthy, Mr. Lee requires Medicine in addition to Food.
Title: Re: The Coil: A Post-Apocalyptic Succession Forum Game
Post by: Parsely on July 29, 2013, 07:42:35 pm
PTW
Title: Re: The Coil: A Post-Apocalyptic Succession Forum Game
Post by: Fniff on July 29, 2013, 07:43:17 pm
That all seems to be in order, Grek. You'd get +4 to helping your chickens along, and +1 to remembering important facts you've learned.
Title: Re: The Coil: A Post-Apocalyptic Succession Forum Game
Post by: RangerCado on July 29, 2013, 09:04:22 pm
I hope this catches on, its a pretty solid concept.
Title: Re: The Coil: A Post-Apocalyptic Succession Forum Game
Post by: Alexandria on July 29, 2013, 09:06:20 pm
If your chickens vanish it totally wasn't the wolves with feathers stuck in their teeth :P.
Title: Re: The Coil: A Post-Apocalyptic Succession Forum Game
Post by: RangerCado on July 29, 2013, 09:07:21 pm
Or the guy/gal with a love of the outdoors.
Title: Re: The Coil: A Post-Apocalyptic Succession Forum Game
Post by: Alexandria on July 29, 2013, 09:10:50 pm
Hey ranger wanna work together? Your good with a bow and I'm good at tracking thanks to noticing things and having 2 wolves. We can probably survive pretty well working together.
Title: Re: The Coil: A Post-Apocalyptic Succession Forum Game
Post by: RangerCado on July 29, 2013, 09:12:33 pm
Yeah that could work, plus, if we start doing some 'illegal things', Ghost can work as distraction due to being watched by every guard all the time.
Title: Re: The Coil: A Post-Apocalyptic Succession Forum Game
Post by: Alexandria on July 29, 2013, 09:14:48 pm
Yup, if I offer you meat don't ask where it came from though.... you may not want to know what happened to that guard who went missing a few days earlier.
Title: Re: The Coil: A Post-Apocalyptic Succession Forum Game
Post by: RangerCado on July 29, 2013, 09:17:34 pm
...Don't tell them that... they have morals about that sort of thing.
Title: Re: The Coil: A Post-Apocalyptic Succession Forum Game
Post by: Alexandria on July 29, 2013, 09:20:43 pm
I know, I don't intend to tell anybody. Not even you while I'm feeding it to you ;P. Alexis will survive because she has no morals.
Title: Re: The Coil: A Post-Apocalyptic Succession Forum Game
Post by: Grek on July 29, 2013, 09:32:16 pm
I predict this is going to go exactly like the You Are A Lord thread.
Title: Re: The Coil: A Post-Apocalyptic Succession Forum Game
Post by: Fniff on July 29, 2013, 10:20:53 pm
Perhaps keep the OOC chatter low. No offense, it may make people think the game is on. I'll make an OOC thread ASAP.
Title: Re: The Coil: A Post-Apocalyptic Succession Forum Game
Post by: Dwarmin on July 30, 2013, 04:39:16 am
Name: Wade Blue
Bio: When the walls came down, Wade Blue-prisoner number 19823-was serving ten years for armed robbery in a federal maximum security prison. Though he was guilty of many thing, ironically, he wasn't guilty of that.

If it was carelessness, or misplaced pity that freed the prisoners is up for debate...but, the prisoners seized control in the end. Wade was one of those who took his chance on the outside, rather than stay and be subjected to whatever social Darwinian nightmare that would have eventually developed in the confines. He left and made his way to the green zone, only stopping to visit his family in the country home he knew they would bunk down in when the weather got bad-most of them, were dead or missing by then. It was a massacre, bodies strewn about, drilled with precision rifle shots...with the exception of his wife, Emily, whom was being held captive in the basement for further entertainment. He snapped a mans neck (Either a soldier, or a man dressed as one) and freed her, bullets nipping at their heels as they ran into the cornrows.

The Green Zone was hardly better...but, he thought might be able to survive here, at least...for a man with no name, this dubious freedom was quickly becoming an ironic Hell. His skills as a Conman came into immediate use, and for awhile everything was good. Yes.

Attributes
Endurance: 2
Force: 1
Fortitude: 1
Inspection: 0

Skills

+2 Charm/Negotiation
+1 Cooking

Advantage: 
Smuggler's Roost/ Wade has some skill in hiding things from the law that be, and has done some handyman work to make sure there are places where these things not found.
Extra Food/ Wade has an 'arrangement' with a soldier to kick him back some extra rations for certain services he provides on the sly, which he keeps buried under the dirt, beneath floorboards of his small shack in sealed jars.

Disadvantage:

Services for Goods/ Wade is often contacted by people who need things-oftentimes military-and he understands there really is no refusing the deals they offer. He lives, and in moderate comfort, because what he provides is worth more than they'll get by spitroasting his corpse and stealing everything on him. Of course, they'll be hanged too if they're caught by those higher than them. A house of cards waiting for a stiff breeze.

Wife/Emily Blue is about the only thing Wade cares for anymore in this whole rotten world. While there is a tough and weedy sort of love between them that refuses to die despite the poor soil, they have a difficult, explosive relationship. Full of unspoken anger and old regrets.

She's only 24, thin and fragile-not a killer yet, and unused to the horrors of the world. He's not sure how long he can protect her...

--

Not sure about the skill numbers. Cooking is a bit general, and I'm not sure how to narrow it down any.
Title: Re: The Coil: A Post-Apocalyptic Succession Forum Game
Post by: Fniff on July 30, 2013, 08:11:05 am
Looks good, Dwarmin, but you are supplied with a house at the start, so you can change the small shack advantage to something else if you like. Also, I just made an OOC thread, So we can discuss things there. (http://www.bay12forums.com/smf/index.php?topic=129264.0)
Title: Re: The Coil: A Post-Apocalyptic Succession Forum Game
Post by: SomeStupidGuy on July 30, 2013, 08:36:27 am
Lemme reserve a spot, so I can write up a character and such, since this looks neat. :v

Done!
Spoiler (click to show/hide)
Title: Re: The Coil: A Post-Apocalyptic Succession Forum Game
Post by: Fniff on July 30, 2013, 11:40:54 am
Kay, Dwarmin, you get a +1 to cooking, and +2 to negotiating deals.
Title: Re: The Coil: A Post-Apocalyptic Succession Forum Game
Post by: Fniff on July 30, 2013, 04:44:39 pm
How are those character sheets coming along, Xantalos and SSG?
Title: Re: The Coil: A Post-Apocalyptic Succession Forum Game
Post by: Xantalos on July 30, 2013, 04:46:16 pm
How are those character sheets coming along, Xantalos and SSG?
Probably won't be playing in this one, sorry to say. Just joined a bunch of other games and I don't want to drag this one down.
Title: Re: The Coil: A Post-Apocalyptic Succession Forum Game
Post by: Fniff on July 30, 2013, 04:47:42 pm
Okay, that's fine! Perhaps next round, then?
Title: Re: The Coil: A Post-Apocalyptic Succession Forum Game
Post by: Xantalos on July 30, 2013, 04:48:08 pm
Perhaps.
Title: Re: The Coil: A Post-Apocalyptic Succession Forum Game
Post by: SomeStupidGuy on July 31, 2013, 12:10:31 pm
How are those character sheets coming along, Xantalos and SSG?
Eheh, sorry. Expect mine sometime today, I should come up with something soon enough...
Title: Re: The Coil: A Post-Apocalyptic Succession Forum Game
Post by: Fniff on July 31, 2013, 09:03:54 pm
Excellent, you get +2 to electronics and +1 to sneaking around. I'll start working on the first post (cos we've been waiting a long while and four's okay to start with), so move all discussion to the OOC thread. Remember to watch this space, as the post should be up by tomorrow.
Title: Re: The Coil: A Post-Apocalyptic Succession Forum Game. Round 1: Waitlist Unlimited!
Post by: Fniff on August 01, 2013, 02:18:39 pm
Recommended Soundtrack (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t314wo05ElI)
Within the city, down below the skeletons of the skyscrapers, past the abandoned fortifications filled with skeletonized bodies wearing army uniforms, there is only corpses to be found. A crow picks at a dead scavenger's shredded corpse, ripping out an eye with a sick sound. There is the sound of glass smashing: probably a zombie who sighted prey, even in this desolate landscape. The crow takes flight, spreading it's wings that are slightly larger then usual, and drifting on the thermos above the lonesome city. Below it, the shattered suburbs lay below it. The windows have been long smashed, the mown grass now a tangle of weeds, and every car has been either set alight or stripped to it's base chassis. There are corpses, piled up and set alight to contain the plagues that have struck this land, buried in mass graves, or just laying in the places they fell when it all began. There are a few silhouettes, shadows of the old world that haven't quite faded away.

The suburbs becomes a nest of barbed wire and landmines. Signs saying "MILITARY SECURED ZONE" and "LETHAL FORCE AUTHORIZED AGAINST CRIMINALS". There is only one clear road into it and it soon meets an electrified fence. The crow can see soldiers manning the watchtowers on the other side of the fence. A human, bleeding, staggers to the fence, holding up it's hands in a servile position. A soldier raises his rifle. Muzzleflash. Thunder. The wounded human falls to the ground.

On the other side, there aren't any corpses. No silhouettes, more people. A few lights are on. It is strange. There are lots of people, clearly overpopulation, yet it is curiously deserted. There are hundreds, but this area was clearly meant for thousands. There are a lot of abandoned houses. The crow lands on a bus that people are getting out of. Two soldiers grab a woman getting off the bus. The woman screams. She is quickly silenced by a black bag placed over her face. She is dragged to a military truck, tossed in the back with handcuffs on. The truck drives off, and no-one says anything about it.

The crow takes flight again. There is nothing for it here. Not yet.

Prelude: First Night
Ghost

They call you Ghost, and you're okay with that.

This bar doesn't have a name. It's the only place in the Green Zone that serves actual beer. Okay, it's 3 quarters water, but the other places don't even have the courtesy of putting any beer in the water. The owner has a brewery in the back. You helped him a few times to gather some water for the beers. The fucker didn't give you a permanent discount, as you were hoping, but he did get you some ration cards. You spent them on more beer and a ration, which you ate. You drink your last pint, finishing off the last of it. At least in the badlands, you could find beer, even if you had to look for it in the rubble.

The barkeep grins and pats you on the back. "Looks like that's your last, buddy. Want a walk home? You had a little much."

If you could talk, you would have told him to go screw. Instead, you shrug and stand up. You're barely tipsy, the beer's that watered down. You walk out of the house, adjusting your scarf as you look around the Green Zone. Nothing's improved since you got here. People thought it'd just be like before the war, but the army's so over-stretched they can barely supply one Green Zone, and they've got eight that you've heard of. Apparently they're even worse then this one. You spare a minute of silence for those poor bastards that are even less lucky then you.

You go into your house, an old bungalow, then lie on the bed. It squeaks below you. There is the slow tapping of water falling from the ceiling into a nearby bucket. You wonder what you're going to do about food in the days to come. You wonder about who can supply you jobs, who can get you this, get you that. It seems since you got here, it's nothing but worries.

You sigh, a warbled choking sound, and bring the blanket around you. You sleep with your clothes on. No heating means you feel the cold with your clothes on and a blanket wrapped around you. You close your eyes, and begin to feel the cold drift away into a dreamless sleep.

Alexis Jade

You hate dealing with guys like this. He's your average thug, leather jacket and ripped denim jeans. He's got two buddies beside him. One's wearing an army beret, though he isn't army. Even if you've dealt with people like him when things were really chaotic, when there wasn't even one army soldier around, you still feel a little nervous.

"Way I see it, you ripped me and my friends off." he says, cracking his knuckles like he's in a movie. "We were going to give you one ration. Not two."

You say that you took the extra ration for risk to yourself. The job ended with you almost taking a bullet for these punks. Your dogs can sniff out the food on a scavenging mission and warn you when another scavenger's coming your way, but that doesn't mean they can detect when an army sniper can see you trying to get back into the Green Zone.

"You knew the risks. You are going to give back all the rations, or we fuck up that pretty face of yours." He takes out a cleaver, and his friends take out a wrench and a welder. "You don't try ripping us off and get away with it."

You inform them that actually, yes, you do try and do that, and that they better look around quickly or they won't see what they deserve. Unfortunately, they don't heed your information in time. Your dog leaps onto the back of the leader and bites into his throat, and the other two run off screaming. You wave your pet away from him, and walk away. You can hear him puking, probably in fear. He's not as half as afraid as you are.

Even with martial arts, if your dogs weren't there, you'd probably be dead meat. That was a real close call, and you're not sure if you want to do that twice. Oh well. At least you got food out of it.


Old Man Lee

Not much has changed for you, really.

Okay, things are a lot weirder, but really, you're a farmer. You're used this kind of crazy stuff. Animals do weird things. They've just gotten weirder. You kneel on the ground, scratching your head. The chicken in front of you has eye stalks now, and sharp talons. You're pretty sure your chicken has been cursed by god, the devil, Odin, whoever. It's just pretty clear that your chickens have now become crimes against nature. At least the eggs are still normal and they haven't killed many people. You stand up and close the roof on the chicken coop, then walk back to the ranch. You pity any foxes who decide to try and get some chickens, as they are almost certainly going to die painfully and alone.

A fence divides your land in half, of barbed wire and landmines beyond that. Outside of your farm plots of dead plants, you can see nothing but dirt for miles. You asked the army to maybe move the fence a little away from your land so that the chickens don't end up impaling themselves on the wire and leave you with one egg less. They said no. You called them fascist miserly whippersnappers and had to be escorted out of the office. At least you managed to cash in your rations, and got two out of it for "farmwork" when you sold those eggs to those army men. You walk into the ranch, so quiet nowadays since your kids went off and had their own kids then probably died.

You walk up the stairs with each step making a loud thud. In your bedroom, there's a bottle of pills, and it's only got three left. You take one. You'll need to get some more soon, but you're not sure how. You sit down on the bed, made for two but that's long gone now. It's just you now. You and the chickens that have been warped by radiation or chemicals or whatever horrible stuff is floating around in the air. You take off your boots and go to sleep after an eternity of staring up at the ceiling. Maybe it'll be better tomorrow.

You see her in your dreams. She isn't like she was when you called the ambulance and watched her being walked out by two doctors so long ago, her eyes blinded by her fried brain. She's young, and so are you. It's a memory, yet it isn't. It's every moment you had together before you said "I love you" to her, and finally sealed your fate. You hold her hand as you stare up at the clouds with the green grass soaking your clothes with dew. She's grinning, and you know you are too. You both know you love each other, but it's too early to say so. You just enjoy the silence before you say the words.

When the light wakes up, you wonder why you're crying. You don't remember what you dreamt.


Wade Blue

The woman looks at you with a cold look in her eyes. She's in army gear, gasmask hanging around her neck, and she's got a long scar down her cheek. Probably joined up a month or two after the Disaster. She doesn't seem like a recruit. She's too professional, but she doesn't look as beaten down as the vets.

"My men need whores. I don't approve, believe me, but they're going crazy without any fucking. I've heard reports..." she looks away for just a second, then looks back. "You know people."

You say you're not sure if you know of any women who would suit army standards. She laughs bitterly.

"Army standards. Look outside. That's army standards. I'll take anything."

You shrug, leaning back in your chair. You found the desk in an old house in the Green Zone (A phrase which you have found to have replaced "It fell off the back of a truck") and it's done you well for making you look like a businessman. You say you can make inquiries for a price. Another ration card going missing wouldn't go amiss.

"You're bleeding me dry, Blue." She takes out a ration card and slaps it on the table. You take it and slip it into your pocket. "Make inquiries. Just do it quickly, or maybe I'll note the fact we have a convict in the Green Zone in my next report." She stands up and leaves, the threat left hanging in the air. You stand up and walk to the kitchen, opening the bare fridge. Two rations, you will pop by and get a third before the army supply truck goes. You don't mind walking in the dark. People worry a thug might rob them. You worry there won't be anyone to rob.

You may not do the thuggery yourself, but you're still a criminal. A felon, even. You walk to the bedroom and sit down on the bed, in the darkness. Emily lies in the bed, quietly snoring. Your wife's so beautiful when she sleeps, but you can see her ribs. You may live a life of comfort but compared to the old days it's nothing. Even at your poorest you never saw her like this. You sigh and look away, then get your coat and go out for the night, trying not to think about what you're going to do when the food runs out and you've got the rest of the week to worry about. You just enjoy the relatively peaceful night, and the hazy echo of the moon's light through the clouds.

Edgar Winter

Your eye, or lack thereof, itches. Under the eyepatch, it still feels like it's there. They call it phantom limb syndrome, but it usually happens to amputees. You guess you're an amputee. Losing an eye isn't something you shrug off. You smoke a cigarette as Peter explains to you why he fucked up this time. Peter's a tall man with blond hair and a thick beard, with eyes that always look tired. He doesn't get much sleep. No-one does.

"The army is cutting off their deals with me because I can't supply them with hookers. Where the hell am I going to get a hooker in this place? That hustler Wade, though, he can get a hooker, so I'm broke cos the army's my usual customer and they're off sucking his cock, ironically. So I can't get you as much as last deal, so it'll have to be two ration cards."

You tell him you get him the best stuff he can get. You need to be paid well because you're able to actually repair electronics. Without you, he'd need to forge utility or reward cards just to get his hands on an iPod, let alone a computer. If you keep get paid less and less, you'll walk.

"The thing is, I'm not paying you less and less. This is only a hitch, I'll get this all sorted out next week, I promise. You can still get your hands on food, right? It's just for a week. Business will pick up, I swear."

You note his tendency to make promises, but say nothing more. He passes you two ration cards and walk out of his "office", really a living room, and out of his damp house. You see the lights of the army truck up ahead, and walk up to the army recruit handing out rations to a few people. You make small talk with him as he takes two packets of rations out of the truck and passes them over to you. You don't know his name, but you do know he seems like a pretty nice guy. He doesn't kill people who don't deserve it, unlike the psychotics on the watchtowers. You say goodbye as you walk home. Two rations. Unbelievable. For a week until the army gets back here. What a mess. When you were a techhead at the radio station, the most of your worries was that those annoying shockjockeys would spill coffee on the radio controls and you'd have to make an extremely quick and panicked repair. Ever since you had to explain that war had been declared because the regular news anchor was trying to commit suicide cos he heard the news first, everything had steadily got worse and worse. You knew nothing was ever going to be the same when you flicked on the controls to begin the Emergency Broadcast. The airwaves belong to the automated system and the army now. You wouldn't be lying if you said that the world was like that nowadays.

Hard to believe you're relied upon now. You're the only person who can repair things and hasn't been recruited by the military. Not that'd you mind. A ration for doing army work wouldn't be so bad. The reason why not is because it's too restrictive, too little materials. However, if things get real bad, it wouldn't be such  bad idea.

You unlock the door and fall to the couch. You never knew how tired you could be. Back in the old days, he'd be still on the computer looking at gaming forums and watching porn. Now, you had to do so much work you were ready to sleep at 9pm sharp. You close your eyes, and you're so tired that your mind can't even bother to dream.

What shall you all do tomorrow? Remember, you will start out at four hunger tomorrow, and it will only start decreasing from then on.
Title: Re: The Coil: A Post-Apocalyptic Succession Forum Game. Round 1: Waitlist Unlimited!
Post by: Grek on August 01, 2013, 03:33:46 pm
The doctors said that Lee was lucky.

They said that if he hadn't been looking in the fridge for the milk that morning, if the door hadn't been in the way, he would have gotten it just as bad as Julia and neither of them would have made it out alive. It's a funny thing, that. A little metal door, all the difference between death and the sad little life he has now. Sometimes he wonders if that's the truth. If he had known what were coming, he'd rather have died then and there, sizzling eyes and all, than go on without her.

But he remembers her words, so long ago, on a quiet night. "If the Lord calls me on before you, I want you to carry on. Don't you mope around for years without me, Juan. We'll see each other again in the end. I promise." He had to keep going. Find the strength, somewhere, to live without her. What else could he do?

As Lee tended to the chickens, opening the gate to the yard and counting them as they went by, he mused to himself. They had started him on the pills years ago, back when there were doctors still around to give prescriptions and pharmacies to fill them. It was for his legs, they said. Feet, really. The radiation had done something to them, the only part of his body that had been exposed. They were a nasty color now, a new one every day it seemed sometimes, painfully swollen and covered in ugly boils.

The doctors said it wasn't cancer, exactly, but that if he didn't take care it would spread through his body and that would be the end of Juan Lee. And so they started him in on the special shoes that didn't hurt his feet when he walked, the painfully tight orthopedic socks for his circulation and the pills, to keep the sickness in check. He didn't have the socks any more. And the boots weren't exactly prescription, just lined with felt. But he kept with the pills.

The old man got his shovel and began to dig. The birds, in defiance to the natural order, had begun to bury their eggs in the earth, as if they were seeds. He knew not what crop they intended to harvest, or why the birds made no effort to stop his digging, but so it was.

He supposed that he could try to find a pharmacy, but the odds of him finding what he needed and the odds of an army patrol catching him at it made that look like nothing he wanted to do. He was an old man and he certainly didn't run as fast as he used to. There was nothing for it but to pray that he could dig up enough eggs to buy what he needed off one of the many smugglers in the Green Zone.

((Going to scavenge for eggs on my farm. That'll be three food scavenging rolls at +4, if I understand this correctly.))
Title: Re: The Coil: A Post-Apocalyptic Succession Forum Game. Round 1: Waitlist Unlimited!
Post by: Dwarmin on August 02, 2013, 02:50:03 am
You know you're not a hero. You're not even a good man. Wade thought, looking up at the the impermanent moon.

If it wasn't for this mess, you'd still be in the pen, where you belong-and Emily would still be with that doctor. The nice looking guy who had been laying in the yard with the hole in his side.

A scrim of dark clouds scudded past. He looked down at Emily, stroking her hair gently. No nightmares tonight, he thought.

What did she do to come to this Hell? I deserve this, for all I've done-I deserve my punishment. She doesn't. She never did.

....

Wade, in fact, found the wastes to his liking. It wasn't unlike prison. Always someone needing something. No rules-that prison honor thing was mostly bullshit. If you were weak, they killed you. The only difference this time was, in his own mind, the guy with the truncheon was death itself-good old Warden El'Morte, and everyone was scheduled to walk the mile eventually and face their sins. Oh, the soldiers walked the walk. But he saw their shaking hands. He would come for them as well. It paid no difference. They all belonged here, in Hell. This was now a world where a person like him could thrive-and that was the real horror of it.

He wondered about the old days, often. Not as much as some people-that was dangerous, that way of thinking. Some people were still quite convinced that the President (being portrayed by Bill Pullman, of course) would come riding out of the sky in a fleet of sleek army helicopters to whisk them away to the 'Real America'. Most of these people were still waiting, when Wade found them.

Ah, but the old days. Wade had been what they called a 'gentleman con'-which meant he was rumored to sleep with lots of women while making money with little effort-but he had rarely resorted to violence...though if he had to, he didn't hesitate. He had been rare in that he had stayed more or less faithful to his wife, even when playing it close to the vest with a sweet girl, but who would ever believe that? Emily sure didn't.

He had pickpocketed crowds, stole grocery money from steel mill workers on stacked card games, bilked lonely idiots out of their fortunes, impersonated CEO's at rich hotels, stole cars by bribing valets, picked up credit card numbers and of course, cheated casinos himself. A few bump and dump insurance scams. Had helped a few lawyers set up slip and falls. Of course, at the end of the day-lay aside the glamor and romance of it...and he was just another thug with a nice smile, one who ruined lives to enrich his own.

...

The soldier womans threat was laughable, as it was meaningless. They both knew the soldiers really needed no excuse to visit someones house, kick down their door, kill them or take them away for 'interrogation'. He had been tempted to ask her 'Who reads your reports anymore?', but no, that would be impolitic. No, let them pretend. Army Helicopters, Bill Pullman, everything is gonna be ok...He had noted a disturbing trend, not long after he arrived. He had watched the soldiers at first, carefully manning the towers and streets, not being really hardassed but doing their jobs right. They had even gone doubles on rations one week, totally unannounced, and was that a business coup. He had watched an old soldier sneak chocolate bars to a dozen kids, and he smiled on both sides of his face-because it was nice, and because it was his chocolate that was going to feed them. The guy would make it up to him...but he wasn't hard on him. Hell, Wade had even helped him out after. The children (it seemed there were more children back then) had called him the Candyman.

The Candyman was dead now, probably-no body, no nothing. Judging by the guilty little rat looks on his squadmates faces (Wade was good with faces, could remember almost everyone he met) he could guess that had killed him or turned him into the wastes. Probably for giving out too many chocolate bars-or maybe just having a conscience in Hell.

In truth, Wade thought most of problems came from the fact that all these soldiers were truly powerless to change the outside world, as much as so as he or anybody. All the guns and training and hoorah didn't change the facts-there was no enemy to advance against, no position to seize, no objective to accomplish, no mission to complete. So they turned their aggression on the people they had once vowed to protect-and eventually, against each other. Wade understood this feeling very well.

...

He looked at his hands, which shook slightly. Dealing in women. It was sick, but he knew he could do it, even if he had to become what amounted to a pimp. There were hungry women, too. They would do what they had to do. What was the alternative?

He had a nightmare image of Emily writhing under a soldier (the one he had seen who killed that man with his rifle butt, who he saw most days still on the fence), and she was crying, but what could she do? Wade had fucked up, shot and buried in a ditch, and now she was selling herself to keep from starving.

He almost retched, but caught himself.

No, no, If he did this right...everybody wins.

Everybody wins The magic words that erased all guilt. Even if it was bullshit.

It wasn't like him to think this hard. Wade shook it all away. It was easy. He touched the ice in the middle of his heart, or maybe it was his heart was ice entirely, and all emotion and passion ceased. A that moment, his eyes were dead, little different than the things which wandered just outside the fence.

Action: Tomorrow, Wade will start looking for women.
Title: Re: The Coil: A Post-Apocalyptic Succession Forum Game. Round 1: Waitlist Unlimited!
Post by: SomeStupidGuy on August 02, 2013, 04:41:35 am
((Dammit, Dwarmin and Grek. Now I feel all compelled to try and actually write stuff.))

Edgar's eye flitted open unsteadily, reflecting his unwillingness to get up. He shook his head, getting rid of the notion. Can't waste time like that, at least, not anymore.

Used to be he'd get a nice bit of rest at the station, after all, he was decent enough at the job to not be needed excepting the occasional emergency. The manager never would listen to that. Such a loud girl, he reflected. Always on him about 'respecting the job' and 'proper work ethic'. And who should be the first one out the door when the first unfortunate bit of news came through?

Ah well... She was right, at least, considering the current situation. Any time not spent working's time wasted, after all...

Of course, most people down at the station didn't fair too well. Not much call for a pleasant-sounding voice lately. He smirked, fully aware of how immoral feeling pride for such a thought was, but then, it was true. Only person he recalled seeing recently was one of interns. Never truly got to know the kid, but apparently he believed differently, begging Edgar for a ration card or two, then mentioning 'old times' and anecdotes, that oddly enough, Edgar couldn't quite recall. He let the kid down softly, saying that if he came across any spare rations, he'd pass them along. It was mostly poorly constructed lies, but it satisfied him.

Probably setting up trouble down the road, but not much to be done for the guy. Not much that wouldn't set himself back, at least. Especially considering the piss poor amounts of food the military's been handing out. If the bastards weren't so stingy... well, he'd still have his other eye.

He sighs, lightly shaking his head. No time to be fantasizing about what could've been. He rises, rubbing his eyepatch as the final remnants of that thought leave his mind. He gets started on his simple and brief morning routine, checking up on his tools and doing a few light stretches to wake himself up. He walks out the door, toolbox in hand, locking the door behind him.

As Edgar walks down the crumbled sidewalk, he finally starts to fully wake up, a simple bare-bones plan entering his mind, one to try and find a bit of work doing some freelance repairs for the military.

((Hopefully that isn't (entirely) terrible. :v))
Title: Re: The Coil: A Post-Apocalyptic Succession Forum Game. Round 1: Waitlist Unlimited!
Post by: RangerCado on August 02, 2013, 08:56:42 am
((Arghiblarga! Obligation!))

Ghost slowly rose as sun streaked through their boarded windows, illuminating their dreary home. He considered taking his bow with them but knew that that would draw even more attention to themselves than what they already got. They slowly rose and checked their map of the greenzone, checking their notes for potential jobs.

Sighing, they wrote out a note to their hopeful next employer, explaining they'd would take the job of scouting out some of the recently collapsed buildings in one of the many slums of the town. It wasn't at all illegal, and the military encouraged it if you handed over any fire arms you found to them. They wrote they'd do it for a five Day's ration cards with the promise of not tipping off anyone else about their finds. They left quietly as to not disturb those still sleeping, had to practice stealth occasionally now and then, they thought as they went to find the guy offering the job in one of the food depots.

Search for a scouting job of recently collapsed buildings.

((I'm not much of a writer sometimes... And are we allowed a knife on hand at all times considering how common knives are?))
Title: Re: The Coil: A Post-Apocalyptic Succession Forum Game. Round 1: Waitlist Unlimited!
Post by: Fniff on August 02, 2013, 08:59:34 am
(Fraid not. What you see in the inventory is what you get.)
Title: Re: The Coil: A Post-Apocalyptic Succession Forum Game. Round 1: Waitlist Unlimited!
Post by: RangerCado on August 02, 2013, 09:04:29 am
((dang, i'll remember to get my bow if i get the job.))
Title: Re: The Coil: A Post-Apocalyptic Succession Forum Game. Round 1: Waitlist Unlimited!
Post by: Alexandria on August 03, 2013, 11:16:17 am
Wandering around patting her dogs heads Alexis considered her options briefly then went back out into the wastelands to find some food.

(( I'll rp more once I meet somebody. ))

Go out hunting and scavenging with my pets. Gather as many supplies of any kind together as I can and bring down any non predator animals I come acorss.
Title: Re: The Coil: A Post-Apocalyptic Succession Forum Game. Round 1: Waitlist Unlimited!
Post by: Fniff on August 05, 2013, 06:08:45 pm
Dissident transmission broadcast on a public frequency picked up by most civilian radios at 10:36am, Monday.
“Greetings Brothers and Sisters. For any new-comers I welcome you to our movement. I am Hermano and I work for you. I work for your families. I work for your brother, your sister, your mother, and you father. I work for the down-trodden. I work for the ones who cannot help themselves. Our goal is, as it has been for generations, liberation. Liberation from the iron fisted dictatorship we live in. From the military. The Mills say that they work to protect us. That without them we would all be starving and that we would all be dead. These are slanderous lies.

Only those who work for them are fed. Most of you out there cannot even receive a job. We have no need of further workers. There are no jobs left. These are lies as well.  Farm work would boost the miserable rations that are handed out. However attempting to create a farm to feed your family is an act of rebellion. How many of us have seen “Dissidents” whose only crime was trying to feed their family and friends? Far too many.

What about those of us who voice discontent? Even a simple “I think they could be doing better”? Well those poor souls are taken away and never heard from again. It is time for a better life. It is time for Liberation!

Now some of my compatriots have yelled and prayed and hoped for armed conflict. Not yet my family. Not yet. Soon. However our numbers are small. An armed conflict now would only result in all of our deaths. Simply wait a while longer my family. Suffer for only a while longer. Salvation and Liberation are on their way. Only a while longer. I assure you that we at the Liberation Front are doing all we can. There will be a better tomorrow in just a while longer.

We are moving to Broadcasting Station B. If you can wait just a while longer we shall be a force to be reckoned with. Remember my family: Just a while longer. This is Hermano and I want all of you to stay safe. Farewell."

Day 1

Ghost

The rain patters onto the dirt, creating mud. That's the best it can do, in the circumstances. Except perhaps within the Grey Forest, there isn't much plantlife to speak of anymore. You found more plants when you walked the badlands, but it seems the Green Zone is not a place for safety. [20] You see the guy leaning against a door, and he's exactly the sort of guy who needs a job done. He's a scarred veteran, wearing an army surplus jacket and beret. You walk up to him, but obviously don't say anything.

"You Ghost?" he said. "I heard you don't talk that often. You do jobs, right?"

You nod.

"Well, there's a house on the edge of the Green Zone, 226 Westmore Road. It's the white one on the corner. Don't ask why you gotta check it out, but if you find a bag with some ration cards in it, I'll let you have whatever you can find in the house, and a ration card for your trouble."

It's shady, but you can deal with it. You nod and shake on it, then head in the direction of the house. You know the part of town it's in: it's not a good place. The town around here is practically crumbling in on itself, no-one to live in it. Everything' been smashed and burnt and ripped to pieces, and then left to rot. The white house on the corner of Westmore Road is no longer white, and is more a stained grey. You smash a window in the back and climb through, into the darkness, then begin to look for the ration cards.

[3] [1] You look under a bed in the bedroom, then open the closet. There is a clicking noise, and you find yourself at the end of a metal tube attached to a complex mechanical rigging. [13] You step aside in time to avoid an arrow firing right at your stomach. It hits a wall, and you breathe a sigh of relief. You search the rest of the house, and find no bags with ration cards within. You decide to check for anything else of value within the house.

[3] [4] Nothing remains that isn't nailed down. The fridge is filled with gone-off food, the shelves empty, and even the drawers are simply gone. At least there aren't any booby traps. A trap to guard a long deserted house. How ridiculous. You head out of the silent home and back to the army surplus soldier. He looks at you up and down.

"Where's the bag?" he asks. You shrug.

[9] "You promised me the bag." he says. "I'm not giving you my ration cards, but... thanks for taking your time out. Here." He tosses you a can of baked beans. "For your trouble."

He walks away from you, leaving you with your new can of baked beans. It looks like the majority of houses you'll search in the Green Zone will be most likely empty. It's never simple for you, is it?


Alexis Jade

[17] You managed to sneak out into the proper wilderness, under the cover of the darkness of the early morning. An army floodlight almost managed to expose you, but several panicked moments hiding under the car with your dogs managed to shake them off your trail. Now you're fully in the Deadlands, the local's name for the area in and around the Green Zone that isn't forest or city.

You wandered off the main highway a few hours before, when the sun started rising. Some parts of the Deadlands are desert, others are plains, there's even woods here and there. The area you're in is full of high grass that glows in the sun with a yellow tint, shaking stiffly in the breeze. A few hills surround you, and you note a few tracks of animals. The wolves go their separate ways to scout ahead, while you crouch and scan the area for animals.

[4] There aren't many animals around. Life in the Deadlands is few and far between, as one would suspect from the name.

[10] An engine starts in the distance, and you lay down in the grass fully, seeing a truck full of nasty looking types in leather jackets and gasmasks, wielding shotguns and scrap swords. Wasteland raiders, worst kind of criminal. Too insane for the Green Zone, taking so many drugs their brains are fried. Their truck is weathered and damaged, with an improvised steam engine. Your heart skips a beat when one of them looks in your direction. What these guys do to woman (And men too, depending on the circumstances) is not to be thought about. The guy looks away, and you breathe out.

The truck eventually moves out, but that only underlines the fact you have to keep moving or you might find something else. You look around for animal remains, because if there are raiders in the area then they'll be hunting animals.

[12+1=13 thanks to butcher kit] [6+1=7] On the ground, barely hidden by grass, is a dead raccoon. It's basically healthy, apart from a few eyes in the wrong places, and it seems to have been shot by buckshot, it's guts hanging out. It's only been killed recently, as the flies have only just gathered. You take out your butcher's kit and gut the animal, getting as much usable meat as you can get. The amount you have would be enough for three portions, enough for a day. You eventually come out with two portions. You whistle, and the wolves come back. One of them has a dead rabbit in it's mouth, which is too eaten to be useful. You roll your eyes and start heading back to the Green Zone. Under cover of grass, then eventually broken down cars and ruble, you make your way out of the Deadlands and back into the Green Zone.

You feel a lot safer within the barbed wire encased Green Zone then you did out there, with the wilderness stretching forever beyond. That's one of the few things you could say about the military occupation that isn't a critique: they keep you safe.

Old Man Lee

Your knees creak as you kneel down, parting the dirt that you shifted with the shovel, trying to find some eggs. It was hard-going trying to shovel through the dirt: the ground's practically frozen nowadays. What used to constitute "winter" now lasts almost half the year, while summer now only consists of two weeks of a hazy warmth. There's a lot more fires being lit nowadays, that's for sure.

[3+4=7] [20+4=20 capped] [20+4=20 capped] A grin lights up your face as you find a veritable bounty of food. 20 eggs! From three chickens, that's a borderline miracle. God really smiled on you today. You gather up the eggs in a basket, then head to town. You'd be skipping to town if your legs worked right, but since they don't you just limp to it.

This neighborhood used to be so nice. Friendly folks, hospitality, the way a proper town should be. Now it's full of military thugs, crazy gangsters, and menacing young people. Of course, the thugs keep the gangsters in line, the gangsters can get you stuff the military forbids, and the young people usually get themselves killed fairly quickly.

You approach a young man with red hair whose name is Rederick Stuart, though they call him Red. He's a scumbag and a smuggler, but at least he's sort of polite to you. Poor bastard has a mutant daughter. You can tell he loves her, and that's the sad thing. He nods to you, smiling like a friendly snake.

"Morning, old man." he says. "Whatcha got for me?"

You give the propisition. Find some medicine for you. Payment up front, since you know Red's not going to rip you off like some of the other losers around here.

"What's the payment?" he asks. You present him with the eggs. He nods and takes [4] 12 of them. You raise an eyebrow and remind him you have to eat too. [18] He drops three back in, leaving a fairly good amount still in the basket.

"Thanks for the eggs, I guess. She'll like them. We barely get any rations even if we have the right cards. Those guys down at the army base don't like me much. I dunno why, I provide valuable target practice. I'll get back by nightfall, I'll see if I can't pick you up a few of your pills." he says. "Have a nice day, old man."

You go back home and spend the day rearranging your furniture and trying out your new past-time, throwing rocks over the fence and seeing if you activate a landmine. It's like rock skipping except with more explosions. It messes with your hearing like nothing else, but it's certainly a rush. Who knew the end of the world would be so dull? As night falls and you light the candles, you hear a knocking at the door.

[10+1=11] [8+1=9] [10+1=11] Red's wearing his gasmask and urban camo. He takes a pill bottle out of a dufflebag and tosses it to you. You catch it, and look at it. The label says it's your prescription. You thank him, and he nods. You shut the door, then go back up to your room.

Wade Blue

Emily looked so optimistic when she heard that broadcast. Her eyes brightened, and she listened intently until the broadcast was over. She asked you if you thought it could be true. You said that she should turn the radio off, if the military hear that you were listening to it they'd be angry. She said, "Let them be angry". You turned the radio off yourself. Thirty minutes later, you kissed her goodbye and went to do the dirty business.

According to some magazine you read, the military is always on the look-out for the ideal "warrior" personality. One of the parts of this is that the warrior shouldn't be interested in girls. It wasn't unreasonable, since guys tended to say things that should be kept quiet to a woman they just screwed, even a hooker. Problem is, it's fairly rare that you find a guy with zero sex drive, so you gotta accept the fact they're going to be screwing like rabbits after they just risked their lives on the field. Nothing's better then sex after utterly risking your life.

Problem is, what if there isn't any more hookers? It's the oldest profession, but so was farming and no-one's farming right now. You guess it's up to you to restart the business.

You look around for any pretty women. They're harder to find then usual because everyone's caked in dirt, ruddy from sunburn, and have suffered slight dental breakdown. [16] However, you see one girl, probably in her early twenties. She's not exactly a supermodel by old world standards, but she's a goddess nowadays. She's got short blond hair, hazel eyes, and it looks like she's been eating well enough not to be horrifying when it came down to business. You walk up to her with a winning smile and start talking. She's a nervous, fluttery sort. You say you've been assigned by the army to find proper applicants for a unique job. You keep spicing it up and getting her interested, offering good pay and a place to stay, and finally bring the hammer down on the actual point: she's going to be a prostitute.

"Er... I'm going to be having sex with soldiers... for money?" she asks quietly, leaning in.

You explain it's for ration cards, and put a little spin on the prostitute part by saying she's going to be a "callgirl" instead of a whore. Whore is an unpleasant word. She stares for a moment, seemingly considering it.

[11+2=13] "... I guess I could try it..." she says. You say that's excellent, and then say that the army will discuss the specifics of the contract at the base. You ask for her name, and she gives you it. Veronica. A lovely name, you comment, then make your leave. You feel vaguely dirty after that, and head to the army base with your head looking at the ground.

The army woman is waiting outside the army base, a fenced off section of the Green Zone filled with practicing cadets and rookies stacking crates. The female staff sergeant looks at you and asks "Did you find someone? My men can't wait any longer."

You nod and tell her it's all sorted out, then hold out your hands. Girl named Veronica should be popping by fairly soon. She catches the brief look in your eyes.

"Desperate measures for desperate times, Wade." she says, handing you a few ration cards. "I don't like it either."

You walk away from her, not even saying goodbye. You go home to Emily, and perhaps back to some sense of morality. Would she be the only one who'd miss you if you went? Maybe.

Edgar Winter

The army guy shrugs, leaning back on his desk. Outside, a few soldiers star-jump, and you can see that shady guy Wade talking with a lieutenant.

"I dunno." says the army guy. You look back at the army guy. He's a fat bastard, obviously indulging in a little "the rations disappeared on the way to the supply depot, dunno where they went" and skipping exercises. He seems to be a sergeant, one of the higher ones, so that'd make him one of the highest ranked soldiers in the area. What a mess. "I'm not sure what you could do around here."

You say there has to be something. The US Army uses a lot of electronics, thus they have to have something on hand, right?

[3] He shrugs again. "Nope, sorry."

You curse a bit, then make your leave. Outside you pass the exercising soldiers and look around the yard. This used to be a big school, now it's as close to a military base you can get around here. In the bell tower they have snipers now, and the classrooms are used as storage for ammo. You heard rumors the army around here has a helicopter and a tank, but that's just that: rumors. It's amazing how standards dropped. It wasn't so long ago this country spent the most money on the army then any other, now having two combat vehicles is by itself impressive.

You walk over to a few soldiers sharing a smoke by the swings and ask them if they have any need for an electrician.

"An electrician?" asks one, a guy with goggles and a camo bandana. "Where'd you learn to do that?"

You reply that you have acquired the knowledge of electronics thanks to the education systems of yesterday, which you have been putting to use even after the potential end of the world, implicating that the soldiers present who have not made the optimal use of their training.

[1] "Fuck off." says one. You realize you probably shouldn't have implied they're dumbasses. You probably aren't going to get a job today. You slink back home, defeated.

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Post by: RangerCado on August 05, 2013, 08:10:28 pm
Ghost gives a throaty sigh when they woke up the next morning. They felt annoyed about how little their last job had payed off but every little bit helps. They could have not been payed at all, or killed. They got up and checked their board, trying not to think about the broadcast that they had heard earlier that day. Although what the man said was true, open warfare wasn't going to help much when everyone has to start picking sides. They sighed and looked at a couple of the more difficult jobs they had heard about. Another scavenging mission of an abandoned military compound outside the Green Zones seemed promising. Although most weapons and ammo were likely looted, you never knew what could be left behind. They grabbed their bow and went out to get the job, hoping the reward was worth the risk of getting shot at.

Get a job to search abandoned military installations outside of the Green Zone, hunt any small game seen on the way.
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Post by: Dwarmin on August 05, 2013, 09:06:17 pm
Wade has listened to the broadcast, feeling in his mind a distinct emptiness. Regimes come and go. If the 'Liberation Front' came around, he'd do business with them too...in his own mind, though, the army-for all their stupidity, their violence-kept a secure perimeter. Nothing got in, and nothing got out...well, almost nothing...

Emily said something that he filed away. He knew she couldn't stand sitting around all day, waiting for him to bring food. If the 'Hermanos' were looking for recruits, she'd be an easy catch. She would do something, if they asked, he thought. And if he pushed the other way she'd be more likely to do it.

He had to be careful, for her. She was brave...but she wasn't smart like he was, when it came to doing these things. A careless phrase, a slip of the mind, and they would both be dead in a flash.

...

Images of Veronica flashed through his head. She wouldn't be young for very long, if she lived. That sort of work aged you fast..if it didn't kill you. Hopefully-and somehow he doubted it-they would treat her right, and he could maybe get more girls for them-and more cards. And he hoped that, of course, he hadn't just sent a woman to a truly horrible death at the hands at that pack of animals.

In truth, it was all out of his hands. He looked at the ceiling and wish he had something to smoke. He twirled an empty dollar bill between his fingers for lack of anything else to hold, put it in his mouth, grinned without humor.

He looked at the 'reward card' in his other hand. It was green, instead of brown. That was special, right?

...

Wade's hands had killed before, but he didn't prefer to use them-in fact, was meticulously clean in all ways, and kept his fingernails trimmed gently to the quick. He found that, after a mark trusted your face, he had to trust your hands. Both were illusory of course. The face was lying, the hands could kill. But they didn't know that.

When called on, he often used a knife. It was in this mood that he found his way to the army supply. Of course, he could use some other things...

Wade was, among other things, a passable cook. His mother had taught him Southern style cooking. It wasn't a skill that had helped him much in his career, but it was the only thing that he called a hobby. And a man like him needed hobbies. Emily had been the one to coax it out of him, when they had first met. He didn't forget.

Rations couldn't be improved much, but combined with some basic staples, they could be stretched alot longer.

What he wouldn't do for a few nice, gutted catfish and breading, Wade thinks...knowing the lakes, though, the catfish were more likely to eat him first. He remembered a disjointed, alcohol and pot fueled story a twitchy young man had been telling in 'The Bar', the one with no name. About a monster fish that stalked the rivers around the green zone, big as a whale, that swallowed people whole who had the foolish idea to take a swim. Others had chimed in, claiming to have seen something maybe perhaps like that, or heard of it.

A small, boyish part of him chuckles at the idea. What a world he lived in, that he couldn't say for certain if it was true or not.

...

He walked the 'streets' to the depot, people scattering from his shade. He kept to the eaves, walking quick but not hurrying. Few people saw him, or noted his passage.

Action: Go barter my reward card for a decent melee weapon, like a knife. If I can swing it, try to get a set of 'cooking utensils' that I can use for cooking-that would probably sound better. Just make sure Knife Included.
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Post by: SomeStupidGuy on August 05, 2013, 10:01:06 pm
Edgar lets out a drawn out sigh, leaning his head forwards against his home's front door, contemplating just how to proceed now.

Idiots. On the other hand, that 'Hermano' - what did that mean... brother? - didn't sound too bad. I mean, he seemed just as stupid - even if he's right in some regards - but maybe I could get a bit of work from 'em? Ah well. Not important now, I suppose they might want something that I might be able to pass along to them, though...

He stands up straight, smirking slightly at this thought.

Gonna need more goods to give to them, 'course. Can't just go on words...


He heads out, pointlessly dusting off his shirt with his unoccupied hand.

Go out to the green zone to try and scavenge for electronics and such, maybe some food. See if anyone who's better armed might be willing to come along.
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Post by: Alexandria on August 06, 2013, 09:15:06 am
Sitting outside the next day Alexis watched the various people of the town walking back and forth going about whatever it is that they do now the world is over before deciding it's time to get to work and so began walking around the streets asking anybody she came across in the hopes of finding him.


"Has anybody seen "Ghost"? Does anybody know where to find "Ghost"? If anybody sees "Ghost" can you tell him I need to speak with him urgently."
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Post by: Dwarmin on August 06, 2013, 09:34:54 am
((I'm going to jump in here and get some party building started. It's not unlikely we'd not see each other or Wade wouldn't notice such an...obvious person. :P ))

Wade felt something was off in the air and be strolled to his destination. Words were floating between groups of people in the street, and he put it together. People should really be more careful.

...

He approached Alexis from the side, smiling pleasantly. His first thought was that she would be an excellent candidate for the 'army'-redheads were always popular with some guys, and who'd mind the scars in the dark? But, his second thought was that she looked tougher than the usual person...like she could fight. Maybe had a will to live. Maybe she had other gifts.

Intriguing.

"Ma'am?" He asked, in a quiet voice. "Word on the street is you're looking for a man named Ghost, right?" He looked around, up and down the street, as if scanning for dangerous persons-maybe a bit overdramatically. He'd love for her to believe there was hundreds of knife wielding thugs bearing down on them at that moment, when in truth it probably was more like a half dozen careening to this general area in search of fresh meat.

"...I know where we can find this Ghost, or at least a hint of where he could be, but...it's dangerous out here, asking around like this. You might attract some bad people, they hear you're out here all alone. Can we find someplace safe to talk? My name is Wade, and I'd like to help you." He said, with an air of friendly camaraderie. He stood at a safe distance, so she wouldn't feel threatened-but all the same, gave her his full measure, could feel her eyes measuring if he was a threat or not, and he made sure to meet her gaze. He was (or considered himself) a handsome man, and used to this advantage.

The choice was up to her.
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Post by: Alexandria on August 06, 2013, 10:45:25 am
Smiling inwardly Alexis leaned forward to kiss the man on his cheek then whistled quietly as she stepped back letting her eyes linger on his face for a moment and she pouted thoughtfully thinking to herself. Handsome people, even the end of the world can't get them out of there own asses.

"I'm perfectly safe thank you, my 2 young friends see to that. If however your trying to get me to follow you for something a little more.... interesting. I might be interested. "

As she finished speaking her 2 dogs brushed past Wade on either side and circled Alexis before baring there teeth on either side of her.
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Post by: Grek on August 06, 2013, 09:06:52 pm
The Lee family weren't like the Amish - they had their gas stove. A Swedish made AGA Cooker, shipped in on a truck to the general store back when stores and Swedes and shipping still existed outside of an old man's fables. It was a fine machine and they were proud of it. Or, at least they had been. Now it was just Juan, just "Old Man" to everyone else, who was the last of the Lees. And the old stove had stopped working years ago. Sometimes Lee wondered if he had stopped working years ago too, if this wasn't just a horrible nightmare brought on by him having gone finally senile in his old age. Maybe the people broke down after the war, just as the machines did. Maybe in the end it would all break down, the sun just burning out like a spent electric bulb.

The smoke coming off the eggs stirred the old man from his morbid thoughts. Lee had enough of the eggs for now. It's what he'd been eating, that and his rations, for the last few weeks. He'd cooked a pair this morning for breakfast, still had a smidge of the yolk on his plate. But it wouldn't do to let it go to waste - food was precious, now more than ever.

Still nine more in the basket. He thought to himself: "Let's go in to town. Trade a few of these in for something I can use." Well, that's a lie. What he really thought was: "Oh, Lord. What I would give for a bit of fresh bacon, or a piece of bread that that's doesn't come out of a can." In the end it amounted to the same thing - an old man would go to market that day.

Go trade in my extra eggs for things in town. If someone wants to do some party building and get in good with the man that has all the food, this is your chance!
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Post by: Alexandria on August 06, 2013, 09:08:25 pm
(( Don't make me kill your chickens old man :P ))
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Post by: Dwarmin on August 07, 2013, 03:32:26 am
Wade felt an electric sting as the lips brushed his cheek. Huh...

"...They are beautiful animals." Wade comments, not trying to pet one. The wolves reminded him of certain convicts, all coiled muscles and teeth. "I merely do want to help you, though. There's better ways of finding people then asking strangers in the street. I am the sort of person who finds things and people, for a small fee of course...what's your name? I think we can be friends, but I don't know your name." He said charmingly.

----

Wade spotted the Old Farmer tottering toward the market and adjusted his stride. He had tasted some of those Eggs before. A bit spotty...but not too bad. The Old man seemed to mostly deal in medicine, was sick with something.

He stopped by Lee and put a gentle hand on his shoulder. He deliberately softened his language, using more homely and down to earth terms.

"Hey...It's Mr. Lee, right? The Chicken Farmer?" He said, with fake enthusiasm. "You probably don't remember me, but we did business a few weeks ago. My wife loved your eggs." Wade insisted.

"It's so nice to see ya come around again-must be hard, being all alone up there, huh?" Mock sympathy. "Ah, I'm being so rude, sorry sir. My name is Wade. A true pleasure, sure." He extended his other hand to shake.
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Post by: SomeStupidGuy on August 07, 2013, 04:14:07 am
((Well, since (almost) everyone else's doin' it... And I did say in my action to look for someone to act as a guard, so y'know. :v))

Edgar couldn't help but notice the woman asking everyone she passed for someone called 'Ghost'. Of course, the main thing about her that caught his eye was the pair of mutts she had around her. Never did care for dogs, but, there's plenty of use for a pair of beasts that big.
Then her give some seemingly random guy a kiss, well, his curiosity was piqued even further.

After the end, inhibitions're the first to go, I suppose.

Edgar sighed, running his hands through his hair. No way around it, he figured, those animals- possibly along with their owner -seemed the best option for protection. Maybe even the man over there. Who knows.

"Ahm, hello there... Either of you two looking to get a bit of company? Safety in numbers an' all that.
I could very easily make it worthwhile for you, if you've anything you'd like to get fixed up."

He smiles, in a slightly strained looking manner. He never was too good at these sorts of situations.
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Post by: Dwarmin on August 07, 2013, 04:32:26 am
Wade doesn't seem surprised by the materialization of the fellow

In fact, he acts as if he had planned it.

"Ah, and here comes one of my friends now. It's Edgar, right?" He says, pointing at the man. He knew exactly who Edgar was.

He notices Edgar was a bit uncomfortable. Figures...

"You probably didn't catch my name. I'm Wade. You've done business for me before, but I doubt you knew you were. I work through 3rd parties and help people get together. I know you're good with your hands, huh?" He says, smiling.
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Post by: SomeStupidGuy on August 07, 2013, 04:36:04 am
((Erm. My character's not ghost. :v))
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Post by: Dwarmin on August 07, 2013, 04:46:08 am
((Doy. Fix'd))
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Post by: Grek on August 07, 2013, 04:56:35 am
Old Man Lee is somewhat startled by the sudden crowd. He's not quite sure he remembers anyone by the name of Wade, but it's possible - he does business with lots of folk around this part.

"Ah, Mr. Wade. Good to see you again. And the lovely Mrs. Wade, I suppose? Looking simply radiant today, I must say."

He shakes Wade's hand, a soft grip but as firm as it can be at the ripe old age of 83, and offers it next to Alexis.
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Post by: Alexandria on August 07, 2013, 06:39:14 am
Burying her hands in the fur of her 2 companions Alexis smiles politely before turning to look around at the men gathering around her.

"I'm Alexis, and this way works perfectly fine for finding people. It's not a big town so sooner or later he'll get the message and come find me if I don't find him first."


Stopping as the newly arrived man spoke Alexis then flashes a playful smiles at him,

"I don't have anything electronic for you to fix, but maybe you could help me deal with a different problem tonight, if you think you can handle it."
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Post by: SomeStupidGuy on August 07, 2013, 04:23:25 pm
"You probably didn't catch my name. I'm Wade. You've done business for me before, but I doubt you knew you were. I work through 3rd parties and help people get together. I know you're good with your hands, huh?" He says, smiling.
Edgar blinks once, nodding slowly.
"Yeah, keeps me fed. Actually, heh, I think I have heard about you. From a... friend of mine. Probably not the best word for him. But he gets my goods out there and gets me decent enough payment for it. Most of the time, at least..."

Stopping as the newly arrived man spoke Alexis then flashes a playful smiles at him,

"I don't have anything electronic for you to fix, but maybe you could help me deal with a different problem tonight, if you think you can handle it."

Cute. No way she's not trying to play me. Thank god I've enough sense to ignore that sort of thing...
"Mhm. I'll keep that in mind..."

Edgar's smile turns a touch more sincere as he notices the elderly farmer.

"Didn't see you there, ya old coot. You been holding up alright? Haven't seen you 'round here in awhile."

He'd always liked Old Man Lee.
Always reminded him a bit of his grandfather. And of course, the fact that him and his eggs had come through when the military hadn't certainly gave him reason enough to like the guy.
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Post by: Grek on August 07, 2013, 06:41:04 pm
Old Man Lee managed to look a little disappointed when Alexis refused to shake his hand, but cheered up soon enough at the familiar face:

"Edgar! You little whippersnapper, how have you been? I'm fine. Radio I had you fix up ages ago still works too."

Edgar was one of the few honest folk around these parts, so far as Mr Lee knew. Not a smuggler, addict, thief or other kind of criminal. Just a bright young lad who did honest work, even after everything had gone to seed.
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Post by: Alexandria on August 07, 2013, 07:12:18 pm
Smiling to herself at the disappointment Alexis leaned forward and kisses the elderly man on the cheek before turning to study the crowd again.
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Post by: SomeStupidGuy on August 08, 2013, 12:14:59 am
"Heh, glad to hear it. I've been decent enough, but y'know how it is.
Only complaint I can really muster is about the difficulty I've been having getting a hold of parts and all that good stuff.
The military, as per usual, wasn't particularly helpful in that regard... But I'm sure I'll find something to fix and pawn off by th' time I need to."

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Post by: RangerCado on August 08, 2013, 12:18:39 am
Ghost had heard someone calling their name, looking for them. They had stayed back as much as possible before locating the caller. Deciding that the group of people could easily be lost in the crowd if need be, they walked up behind Alexis and tapped her shoulder before holding up a piece of paper with the words,

-what do you want-

written on it.
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Post by: Fniff on August 09, 2013, 05:44:39 pm
(So, what do you guys wanna do, then?)
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Post by: Dwarmin on August 10, 2013, 01:58:07 am
((My original actions is unchanged))

"Heh, glad to hear it. I've been decent enough, but y'know how it is.
Only complaint I can really muster is about the difficulty I've been having getting a hold of parts and all that good stuff.
The military, as per usual, wasn't particularly helpful in that regard... But I'm sure I'll find something to fix and pawn off by th' time I need to."



"We should talk some time, hey?
Also gentlemen and lady, I must be off-it seems the lady has found her man. I'll be at the bar tonight though, if there's business we can discuss later. The one with no name."
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Post by: Grek on August 10, 2013, 04:05:56 am
((Same here. Going to go see what I can buy for eggs.))
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Post by: SomeStupidGuy on August 10, 2013, 04:50:01 am
"Yeah, I've gotta be going too. Erm, nice making your acquaintance, Wade, Alexis...
I'll definitely be taking that offer, by the way. My usual guy's been pretty unreliable as of late...

Oh, and it was great seeing ya again, Lee. Gonna have to get some stuff to trade you for some of those eggs. Heh, nice to eat something that didn't come from a can on occasion. y'know?"

((And yeah, my action's also unchanged.))
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Post by: Grek on August 10, 2013, 05:28:53 am
"Very reason I'm in town. Hoping to find some things to fix up my ranch. Or, at the very least, some real fruit. Maybe even bacon!"
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Post by: Dwarmin on August 10, 2013, 06:39:40 am
Wade smiled and nodded, continuing on his journey. Though the smile fell like a cheap curtain as soon as he was away.

He was uncomfortable meeting so many relative strangers in such an informal fashion...but, he had the idea they could help him...

He thought about lots of things, as he walked alone. He wondered how long the old man would last-as a rule, they didn't. How clever was Edgar, really. He wondered if Alexis was just a harmless flirt, or something more interesting. It seemed to him she changed tactics and begun working on Edgar, once Wade had mentioned he was married. Wade wondered if he had been unconsciously warding her off, or why she should affect him on such a first impression.

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Post by: RangerCado on August 10, 2013, 08:18:51 am
((my action is unchanged as well))
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Post by: Alexandria on August 10, 2013, 08:30:06 am
Smiling at ghost and kissing his cheek Alexis read his note.

"[/i]The 2 of us spend more time outside town then anyone else, so I thought I should warn you that the bandits are coming a lot closer to town then normal. I spotted a group yesterday.

I also figured I'd ask if you want some company. Safety in numbers and all that. [/i]

Alexis then still smiling kissed his other cheek letting her lips linger for a few seconds.
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Post by: RangerCado on August 10, 2013, 08:35:28 am
((...I'm starting to wonder about my actual choice of gender for Ghost...))

Ghost looks stunned... Why was this girl kissing them? They remained silent however and decided to take this girl up on her offer, writing out another note reading:

-I'm checking out an old outpost outside town, join me if you wish-

They stare at her a bit, a persceptive person may notice their cheeks a little redder.
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Post by: Alexandria on August 10, 2013, 09:39:54 am
Go with ghost, have my 2 pets find any animals they can and bring them to me intact, capture any animals I come across myself.
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Post by: Fniff on August 12, 2013, 01:00:24 pm
Suggested Soundtrack (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gUChbEq0Ljs&feature=player_embedded)
Attention civilians, this is the Emergency Broadcast Safety System. Currently it is Major Arnold Steven Stallone speaking. It has come to the military’s attention that more and more looters have been attempting to leave the Green Zone for the Yellow or Red Zones to loot the abandoned buildings. We are coming on air today to inform you that anyone leaving the Green Zone is a risk to not only themselves but the entire community.

The first and foremost danger does go to these “Looters” obviously. They seek more, they hunt for more, and they won’t stop until they get it. But it’s never enough. This sort of avarice encourages greater and greater risk. Eventually they are all found by the Bandits who exist outside of our wall. The lucky ones are simply killed and eaten by the evil bastards. Women looters face worse with rape and torture not being uncommon. If you have thoughts of looting we urge you to resist. For your own safety.

If you are still considering it then we still urge you not to do so. What about the balance of the community? These are hard times. Everyone has had to go with less. These Looters however have stolen various pieces of property including rations and vital military equipment. Their growing hoard of stolen riches encourages jealousy. Jealousy encourages anger. Anger, in turn, encourages a collapse of our system.

For the sake of everyone the Green Zone Defense Squad is forced to announce the following measures. Any non military personnel found looting will be captured and brought in for questioning. Any non military personnel outside of the Green Zone Perimeter are now considered a bandit or a looter and will be shot on sight. All sightings of non military personnel leaving the Green Zone Perimeter are to be reported to military personnel.

Finally, to any non military personnel who has looted in the past, we are offering amnesty to any non military personnel who has looted in the past. To receive this luxury all past looters are to report to the nearest military officer and confess to their crimes as well as to the locations they have looted

This has been Major Stallone, signing off.

(Thank Nerjin for these excellent radio broadcasts: I couldn't do them better myself.)

Day Two
Ghost & Alexis

[7] No-one's really in need of looking for things in military complexes, so you're not going to get paid for it. You cut the fence's wire with a wire cutter, while Alexis keeps on the look-out for floodlights and trucks. [19] After five minutes, the fence is entirely cut, and you two slip into the night without the military even having an idea that you were there in the first place.

The early morning light trickles over the forest, red leaves crunching underfoot. They call the Grey Forest now. You both walk through the darkness of the shade. The wolves are checking out the perimeter. [6] After a while of walking, they come back. Alexis looks oddly disappointed.

You hold up your hand and stop. Alexis looks at you, then you point. She follows your gaze. A robin is on the ground, two feet in front of you. It picks at the ground, then looks up at you. It takes flight.

"I can't..." Alexis shakes her head. "I can't remember the last time I saw a robin."

You can't either. Hell, any bird. The world is a far quieter place, you realize, without the sound of birdsong.

[3] An arrow flies through the air, and you both take cover. You can see the girl who's attacking you. She's wearing a gasmask, sweatshirt, sewn together trousers, plastic bags for footwear. Got a makeshift wooden crossbow. Bad idea, they take too long to reload. She curses and slots a bolt in and starts winding it back, and thus the battle begins.

Alexis runs at the girl, and you draw your bow's string back. You hear the howling of dogs, and then the click of a bolt being perfectly prepared for firing at you.

[Alexis: 2+3=5][Enemy:6][Ghost:4=7][Dogs:4,9] What follows is a chaotic mangle of arrows, dogs howling, and swearing. When the dust clears, the bandit has fled and Alexis has a bolt in her gut. She groans and doubles over, and you walk over and help her. You manage to get the bolt out with a lot of screaming and a rock for leverage, and she's still bleeding pretty badly when it's done.

You keep walking, then stop. There's a red cross on one of the trees. Very faded, but you can see it. You look at your map. Yes, this is the spot. You kneel down by the tree and uncover some of the moss, and find a metal trapdoor. You open it, revealing a ladder going down into darkness. You descend eagerly.

You feel around in the darkness, and feel a button on a concrete wall. You press it, and the lights flick on. The EMP might not have touched this place. You can hear a gasoline engine, far off in the distance. The concrete bunker is one room, with crates everywhere. There is a table with a ham radio, and laying on the table, clutching the microphone, is an almost mummified corpse in army gear. You walk over, and see a tape recorder attached to the ham radio.

"This is Sergeant Max Frederickson." The voice is desperate, tired. "I'm not sure if anyone can hear this. It has been two weeks since the army retreated... and left me behind. If there's anyone in the area Zulu Alpha Zero Zero 4, please come, I'm running out of fo--"

You switch the tape recorder off, then look at the corpse. Something inside of you wishes you could do something.

Alexis comes down, but she doesn't ask about the corpse. You both begin to search the room. [6, 2] [5,2,5] You don't find anything except old wrappers and empty water bottles. Alexis stands behind you as you open a door... The problem being, the door's holding back rubble. [1] [5] You both get hit by a boulder, and fall to the floor. You get up, bruised and battered.

"... This ain't going so well, is it?" she says, and you nod. You both give the area one last look-over, then leave. There's nothing for you here. You go your separate ways as soon as you get back into the Green Zone.


Old Man Lee

"Two eggs... Fresh eggs, hard to come by." Gerald hangs around out the back of the old gas station where the pumps are dry and a sign hands on the window saying NO GAS. No-one goes by there for it's intended purpose. They come for Gerald. He taps the crate that's underneath him then thinks. "I like you, Lee. Most old guys wouldn't survive this long if they weren't you."

You tell him it was luck, not anything else, that got you through this.

"Isn't that the only reason humans are still around?" Gerald says. "Anyway. Here's a few objects you could have for two fresh eggs. Take your pick, you only get one."

He takes out three objects. One's a pair of binoculars. One is a butcher's knife, slightly bloodstained. The last is a few corn seeds.

"Come on, old man, I ain't got all day." said Gerald.
You can choose what item you want, then plan out the next day.

Wade Blue
"Reward card?" Red -the local scavenger- says, taking a drink of watered-down beer in the bar as you discuss things. "What can I do with a reward card? I'm not giving you the [19] cutlery and the pots unless you give me something better."

You tell him that the reward card specifies that you can get stuff you wouldn't get ordinarily. It's not a Utility card, where you can get repairs done on your house, but it can get you rewards. You also note that Red's daughter's birthday is coming up soon, right? Maybe a present wouldn't go amiss.

"Oh, yeah... It's her fourth. She's so happy. She... barely remembers, you know how it is..." Red smiles in a way you recognize from the times you look in the mirror: a genuine smile, but tempered with the fact that anybody can die, anytime, especially the people you're smiling for. He looks at you and sighs. "[9+2=11] Okay, okay, reward card. But you owe me."

You smile and hand him the reward card, and he hands you a non-descript box. You both finish your drinks and then make your excuses. You head back with the box and lay it on the kitchen, sending up dust. With all the MREs, when was the last time you cooked? You call for Emily, and she soon arrives.

"The army's saying they're cracking down on looters... They say it's protecting them, the bastards. They barely give us food, and they kill us for trying to get more..." Emily says, shaking her head. "The bandits can't be as bad as they say."

You know how bad they can be. You disagree.

"But if they're like you..." says Emily, smiling at you. "They can't be that bad, right?"

Your heart almost breaks. One day, Emily is going to die because you couldn't protect her. One day, you are going to die and Emily will be all alone in the world. You change the subject. You tell her you got some cutlery and kitchen equipment. Once you get some food, you could actually cook some food.

"Oh, Wade!" she hugs you. "Thank you. It's been so long since I had some actually prepared food."

You stay like that for a while. You and your wife, in each other's arms. For some reason, you feel like you're lying to her.


Edgar Winter

You open the door to the internet café. It's a long shot, but it'll do. Inside is rows upon rows of empty desks, waiting for users that would never come. There's a pile of computers in the corner that have been set alight for some reason, and there's a bit of graffiti on the remaining ones. You get to searching the desks, and occasionally turn on the remaining computers in the vain hope that maybe one of them still works.

[20, 7] You open the door to the manager's office and withdraw from the stink. Another scavenger was less lucky then you: he triggered a bear trap and probably died from the bleeding. He kinda looks like a guy you saw around, he looked kinda shady. You take off his backpack and root through it. Empty tin cans, old romance books... What's this?

You take out a large metallic square with claws on the underside. It's got a screen on it, and a stenciled on "PROJECT SEVERED LINE". You tap the screen, holding it in your hand. Something beeps, and the words "Online" are displayed. Excellent, now you have to figure out what the hell it is.

Before you can even react, the object's claws dig into your palm. You yell and try to get it off, but wires come out of it as the object slowly integrates with your hand. Veins are replaced with wires, skin with a flexible plastic. It's indescribably painful, like an electric fire spreading through you. You pass out from the pain, and when you wake up, your entire left hand has been replaced.

You are now a cyborg. Man, the apocalypse has really turned things around for you in ways you didn't expect. Problem is... what does it do?
Title: Re: The Coil: A Post-Apocalyptic Succession Forum Game. Round 1: Waitlist Unlimited!
Post by: Grek on August 12, 2013, 02:24:33 pm
Definitely the bag of . :P
Title: Re: The Coil: A Post-Apocalyptic Succession Forum Game. Round 1: Waitlist Unlimited!
Post by: Fniff on August 12, 2013, 02:26:09 pm
(Dammit, I knew there was something off! Just a moment.)
Title: Re: The Coil: A Post-Apocalyptic Succession Forum Game. Round 1: Waitlist Unlimited!
Post by: Dwarmin on August 12, 2013, 04:12:43 pm
Wade has rubbed his cheek unconsciously during the conversation, as if scrubbing away a bad memory.

"But if they're like you..." says Emily, smiling at you. "They can't be that bad, right?"

He supposed she needed to say that...on some level, he wondered if Emily might not think about if it had been better she rather died before. Wade had rescued her, sure, but for what...

Maybe it was just another act of selfishness, he thought, slipping a thick kitchen knife into his pocket as soon as Emily left the room.

...

Wade sat in his 'office', hands folded. He was thinking...capital. He was running low on capital. And now he owed an ill defined 'favor' to Red. Who to his credit, was an excellent scavenger. Their continued friendship would predicated on that. He mused-It had been easier in the state pen-when an overweight security guard named Barry smuggled him a box of cigarettes every month for some special favors on the outside, mostly having to do with pliable women. Of course, Barry was dead now-Wade had killed the man himself. It wasn't personal, but...he got in the way.

He thought of the group meeting together tonight, and what they could offer each other...personally, he was lousy at the whole scavenging thing. He really didn't like to do 'grunt' work, in truth, thought most manual labor beneath him-why not get someone else to do it? Work smart, not hard...this was Wades greatest character flaw and the one that had lead him to prison, and a life as a bad man, but he was completely unaware of the fact.

He was sure he could arrange something with the military woman. He had done it before, anyway. If it was a clean job, press her until she gave him some slack. He could get the whole group a ticket for some looting, of course they didn't call it that, right...If it was on the low, well...just have the guards take a convenient break at the right times, then kick back some of what he found to her. He hadn't given her reason to betray him yet, though he thought she might need some incentive...but with Major Stallones broadcast, it might require additional finesse.

...

He spun the knife in his hands, it's killing edge whickering through the air. It wasn't much, but it didn't have to be.

Wade stood up, and picked up his hat from the nearby hook, slipping the blade neatly into the folds of his coat.

He knew the army woman-who had never told her name to him, though he knew it-often was standing in a certain place this time of day. If she needed something, of course...and she always did.

Action: Visit the Army Woman and try to suss out an opportunity for looting, maybe outside of the green zone even. I'm around to RP this conversation if needed.
Title: Re: The Coil: A Post-Apocalyptic Succession Forum Game. Round 1: Waitlist Unlimited!
Post by: Alexandria on August 13, 2013, 09:56:23 am
"Well not the best trip I've ever been on, not the worst one either.

Head straight back out the next morning to go hunting.
Title: Re: The Coil: A Post-Apocalyptic Succession Forum Game. Round 1: Waitlist Unlimited!
Post by: Grek on August 13, 2013, 04:39:06 pm
Corn was a rare commodity in the Green Zone. And it would mean a break from eggs, assuming it would grow.

"You've got a deal, Gerald. I'll take the corn. Maybe it can grow, even in this blasted out land. And I'd only be out two eggs if it doesn't work."

Old Man Lee sets to work, trying to get a little corn growing on the side, away from the chickens. Maybe put up a fence?
Title: Re: The Coil: A Post-Apocalyptic Succession Forum Game. Round 1: Waitlist Unlimited!
Post by: RangerCado on August 15, 2013, 12:42:38 pm
Ghost sighed as they awoke today. That had been a disaster of a day. Not only had the place been completely looted, they had gotten someone else hurt in the process. They hoped that person was okay, it was never good when a young women like that got hurt, though those dogs of hers would likely kill anything that could bother her anyway. They smirked before grabbing their bow and checking their map. Some guards were more corrupt than others, in other ways than others. Those in the more desperate areas would likely want some decent food, and maybe they could trade some fresh meat to them and get some ration cards... or those rumored about reward cards if they were lucky.

Ghost carefully searches through some of the more desperate green zone areas for any guards that may pay ration cards for meat. Either way, they go hunting, food is food.
Title: Re: The Coil: A Post-Apocalyptic Succession Forum Game. Round 1: Waitlist Unlimited!
Post by: SomeStupidGuy on August 15, 2013, 07:54:39 pm
Edgar stared blankly at his hand, moving the fingers around individually as though ensuring that yes, he did have control over it.
He rose, sticking his hand into his pants' pocket. He peered around the room, thinking about what to do.
He walked out of the decrepit computer room, carrying his toolbox in his flesh and blood hand.

Try and figure out what this new hand can do, if anything. Also, maybe try and scavenge for some food, if I can do both in the same turn.
Title: Re: The Coil: A Post-Apocalyptic Succession Forum Game. Round 1: Waitlist Unlimited!
Post by: Fniff on August 19, 2013, 02:36:09 pm
The sizzle of static, unlike the usual dead air that is present when the military isn't broadcasting, cuts through for a few minutes at a time. Soon however a small voice is capable of being heard “Uh hello? Hello? Steven could you [zzzzt] No you [zzzzzt] There! There! N[zzzt] Ba[zzzt] Okay… Okay I think we got it. Hello? Is anyone out there? My name is Nathan! Me and my friend Steve are trapped up here! We need help. There are bandits everywhere, we can’t get out. We have plenty of food. Please, anyone who can rescue us! We need help!” The sounds of gunshots are heard “Steve! ST[zzzt]”
Day Three
Ghost

The sky is steel grey, with streaks of inflamed pink across it like a scab on skin. The drizzle gently pours down as you approach the corporal on guard at the fence. He's got an M16 and looks thin enough. His eyes look at you with a weariness you wouldn't expect from such a young face.

"What do you want?"

You hold up the meat you have, offering it to him, then taking out a ration and motioning to it. He squints, then seems to get the point. [13-2 = 10] He tosses you a ration card then grabs the meat, hungrily eating it. You walk away, eating the ration. That's your food gone for today. Later that day, you crawl under the fence's hole and under the cover of fog make your way out of the Green Zone. [13] The army's flashlights cannot penetrate the fog, and you easily make your way out.

As you walk along in the suburbs, you see a trail of blood leading to a large hole in the ground. Looking down, you see it's an old maintenance tunnel. You climb down carefully, and approach the bottom. There is a splash as your feet enter the murky water that fills this place. Everything smells like pond scum, and up ahead it's dark. In the water, you can see blood floating in it. You follow the trail as best you can. [20] [12] Lying against the concrete wall is a dead scavenger, lying face down in the water. You turn him over, and see that he's slightly mutated: he has three eyes surrounding his original two. You don't recognize him, and you vaguely wonder what happened to him. You check his backpack and find a few cans of beans and a few bottles of water, 4 day's worth. You stand up and wish you could apologize to him, even if it is a meaningless gesture.

[5] There's a loud rumbling sound, and you can hear a distant howling as if from another life. You can see two blue searchlights staring at you. You realize the howling isn't from some sort of an animal, it's the howling of air raid sirens.

Suddenly you're there again. The Disaster. There's people running all around you, air raid sirens in the distance. Before you can ask what's happening, you can hear the sound of missiles being launched. You stare at the trails in the distance with horror, flying against the blood-red sky despite the fact it is neither dawn nor dusk. Then you look down at your feet, and dead eyes stare back at you. You see a missile suddenly streak down towards you, and there isn't an explosion as it smashes into a building, but a loud clicking sound. A green gas is released... and then the dead start getting up. You run for your life, towards the subway, to escape the madness.

That's when you snap out of the memory, or the dream, whatever is it. You raise your bow at the searchlight, then fire. [16] [10] You fire an arrow at it, and it hits one of the searchlights, smashing it. The sirens slowly fade away, along with it's lights, and you are left in darkness. You blink, and when you blink again, you're outside of the subway, holding a baby doll with a symbol carved in it's belly: an eye.

Alexis Jade

Within the Deadlands, you either adapt to the situation or you leave the Deadlands, either on your two feet or in a bodybag. Anything could happen out there, and it often did. At least, unlike the city, you had 360 degrees of vision rather then being constricted by rubble and buildings. Your wolves are a few meters away, sniffing for anything living, while you keep a look-out for anything yourself.

[8] [17] [7, 15] You spot a dead housecat (That looks more like a lion then a housecat, with it's size) on the ground, with not all of it's meat gone. You walk over and remove the rest of the meat, ending up with five portions. One of the wolves runs over with a dead crow in it's mouth, which you take out and get three portions of meat out of it. You begin to walk home, having had a pretty fulfilled day.

[5] There is the sound of a truck slowing to a start. You duck behind a tree and peek out at the direction of the sound. The steam-driven truck is back, with a bandit getting out and walking towards you. Despite this, you're pretty sure he can't see you. He's getting closer and closer... You shush your dogs. You need to do this quiet. As soon as he goes behind the tree, you grab him and try to choke him out. [3+3=6] [3] He stabs you in the stomach, but you manage to smash his head up against the tree. [19] You hold in the gasp, and then crawl away quickly. You hide in the long grass and see them investigate. They do a brief search, then drag him back to the truck. After an eternity, they finally leave, and you stumble back with a lot of wounds.

Old Man Lee

You rub your chin as you look at your remaining farmland, as one of your chickens digs a tentacle growing from it's stomach into the ground in order to absorb nutrients from it. You never really needed to separate the chickens and the farmland, since you already had a fence. However, ever since those idiots in green decided that your prime farmland would be much better as a minefield rather then, you know, a farm (Clue's in the name), you can't really expect the chickens to not peck at the remaining ground you have since there's no barrier.

You decide it'd be for the best to make a fence. You have plenty of scrap wood laying about, and there could be tools in the shed. You limp over to the shed and open it up, and start searching for tools. [20] [16] You find a power drill and a screwdriver. The power drill still has batteries, so that's perfect. [Combined, +3 to building stuff] You walk out of the shed and gather up scrap wood, then start nailing them together and pushing them into the ground. [6+3=9] You make a fairly crappy fence. You never were good at home economics. You sigh and start planting the seeds behind the fence, hoping that maybe the chickens won't try breathing on the fence. It should take three days before there's any sign of growth. For now, you go back to your bedroom and read books until the day is through, then you go to sleep.

Wade Blue

"No. You are not going to make me aid looting." The army woman frowns. "That is the exact opposite message we're giving out. It'll make me look like the most corrupt soldier out here!"

You tell her it'll help the economy along.

"No."

You tell her you'll only do it once.

"No."

You tell her that the looters are going to keep looting no matter what: they knew the job was dangerous when they got it. If you get the looters on your side, though, you have a skilled group of scroungers who could get equipment from highly dangerous areas you can't secure without the equipment within. It is entirely possible that letting the looters work for you would actually help this thing along.

"[8+3=11] ... Fine. If this gets linked back to you, though, you're on your own because I am not involved. I can arrange a break when the guards switch between evening and night watch. It'll be for thirty minutes max and you'll need to keep it quiet. You can get outside the Green Zone, but your guys will have to use their own initiative to enter it again. I want total silence on this: if one of your guys gets caught, I don't want my name dragged into this. Got it?"

You nod, then leave the office. You have the approval. Now you just need the people.

Edgar Winter

No-one's really questioned the cybernetic hand yet. You don't think it's a case of knowing it: they do look fairly weirded out when they see it. You think it's just a case of politeness. You did get a few shouts from the rowdier people along the lines of "tin can", but no-one's really actually tried to ask you where you even got the damn thing or what it's meant to do.

[6] The second one would be a good question, as you still can't figure out what it's meant to do. You can guess it can go fairly limp, as it doesn't seem to possess bones, but other then that it's just there. You decide it'll serve it's purpose in time, and move on from it. You decide to head out of the Green Zone for some food: everyone guards their food rather defensively within it. You find a conveniently cut part of the fence, then scurry under it, then move from building to building away from the Zone. You hope you don't get shot by the military patrols.

[7+1=8] [12] Your hopes are dashed as a flashlight passes by you, then focuses directly on you. Before you can react, you hear a gunshot, and fall to the ground just as a bullet passes by. You quickly crawl away out into the abandoned suburbs before the bastard takes a few more potshots at you.

You move on from the suburbs and into the commercial district. Tight streets and tighter alleys make you nervous as you creep along in the dead silence of the night, with only the stars to guide you. The rooftops above you make you vulnerable to an attacker above, and the corners make you an easy target for a patient foe.

[11+1=12] You press yourself against the wall as you hear something moan down the alleyway. You hold your breath as something human-shaped that smells vile shuffles by you. It seems to ignore you, and after a few minutes it seems like you're alone again. You continue skulking along, eventually coming across a large mall. You step through the shattered glass and walk into the abandoned plaza.

There's a few corpses laying here and there, signs of a large battle. Spent cartridges and fallen clips lay all around, and there's a lot of bloodstains. You kneel down over one corpse, clutching a radio. You see his finger's still over the transmit button. Must have been that "Nathan" on the radio. You search the bodies for something to eat.

[6] [11] You find two packets of Crunchy-D-Lite, in cheerful red packaging. Chocolate bars aren't so good, but you're satisifed with it. You head out of that mall of death, and head back to your home.
Title: Re: The Coil: A Post-Apocalyptic Succession Forum Game. Round 1: Waitlist Unlimited!
Post by: Dwarmin on August 20, 2013, 04:56:49 am
Action: Wade organizes his contacts among some professional scavengers he trusts-no more than a half dozen, Red included. He's either paying back favors or earning them by offering them an in or an out. He meets them in the privacy of his home and office.

He also sends notes to all player characters.

This is all done under the pretense of a 'card game', and the meeting is disguised as such.


Wade smiled politely at the army woman, thinking she really wasn't probably the most corrupt soldier out here-there were worse. He thought he saw a look in her eyes that he was used to, as well. A hunger. An itch a woman needed a man to scratch. A surcease from the horrors that encircled her. Or perhaps it was his own minds glimmer. He filed it away for later use.

He then wondered why was the military so terrified of letting people scavenge to survive, as she blathered on. If people died, less mouths to feed. If people came back, good on them. You'd think they would organize teams of people to comb the wastelands, just to give them something to do.

The answer, he knew, was irrational as it was inane. They were protecting the people, of course. By shooting them if they tried to put themselves in danger.

...

Wade practiced his speech and what he do, in his own mind. He had chosen tough, but honest men and women, naturally. Those with alot to lose, and alot to gain. Most of them had families to feed like he did, and most of them despised, but trusted him.

"Gentlemen, I'm glad you could make it today. As you know, I always provide for this community...and, for those of you interested, I've got an opportunity lined up that could benefit us all.

I've arranged for a rabbit hole to be dug into the garden. It's of no consequence to me what you do with the information I'm about to give you-whether you use it to get in, or out. But favors and dues will be owed, for the risk I'm undertaking. In other cases, I'm hopefully paying back what I owe. Buy in the usual price-our jailors prefer their cut, as you know. We all know the rules. No one gets caught. No one talks. We all have people we love, and we all know each other well, don't we? And we take care of our own." He says, dealing the tattered cards with a smile.

They don't play for money or goods, of course-merely to pass the time.

Gambling was prohibited by certain statutes of the military code.
Title: Re: The Coil: A Post-Apocalyptic Succession Forum Game. Round 1: Waitlist Unlimited!
Post by: Alexandria on August 20, 2013, 11:17:59 am
(( It says I only have 2 rations but I just got 8 portions of meat, even with eating a piece and my wolves it should be at 5 shouldn't it? ))

Alexis winces slightly as she moves then heads outside again this time not going far and settling into a hiding spot, hopefully the bandits won't come this close.

She pulls out a piece of meat and has the wolves smell it before sending them out hunting, hopefully they can locate more animals or bodies from the smell.

Have Aurora and Orion smell the meat so they have a scent to track, send them out hunting until it's getting close to night fall and butcher all the animals or humans they bring to me. Search the area around me carefully looking for bodies or supplies but stay hidden.

Especially medical supplies.
Title: Re: The Coil: A Post-Apocalyptic Succession Forum Game. Round 1: Waitlist Unlimited!
Post by: Fniff on August 20, 2013, 11:21:43 am
(Sorry, I think one of my main faults is with keeping track of items. I altered this post a few times before I released it, so that's probably the cause. I'll edit it in a bit.)
Title: Re: The Coil: A Post-Apocalyptic Succession Forum Game. Round 1: Waitlist Unlimited!
Post by: RangerCado on August 20, 2013, 11:59:13 am
Ghost awakens with a bit of forced urgency, dreaming about the disaster again. They still had that doll, that strange doll... They put it in their pocket, deciding to hold onto it for now. Ghost grabbed his bow and went out into the area. They recieved an invitation... atleast they thought that was what it was, but ignored it. Too many people that they could call enemies would love to get a little revenge against them. They decided to try sneaking out again, and search outside of the normal hunting area for them.

Go out on a scouting mission to try and update the map more, and scavenge some useful items if possible.
Title: Re: The Coil: A Post-Apocalyptic Succession Forum Game. Round 1: Waitlist Unlimited!
Post by: Grek on August 20, 2013, 05:59:49 pm
Lee had enough medicine to last him a week, but it kept getting harder and harder to find inside the Green Zone. The Military wouldn't trade it to him now, not for ration cards, not for luxuries, not for the most expensive bribe he could afford. Once upon a time, when he was a younger man, he might have said they wanted him to get sick, wanted him to die so they could scoop up his land.

Now he knew, if they wanted him dead, they'd just use a bullet. Quicker than trying to starve him out.

"I'll come along. I may be old, but I remember where things used to be. Where the good finds might still be laying there. Why, just yesterday, I found myself a drill, and one that's still working. We'll set out for medicine down this 'rabbit hole' of yours, Wade."

Sneak out. Go to the old Hospital, and try to find whatever medicine I can. +1 Old Man Lore to find it.
Title: Re: The Coil: A Post-Apocalyptic Succession Forum Game. Round 1: Waitlist Unlimited!
Post by: SomeStupidGuy on August 21, 2013, 04:37:46 am
Edgar sighed. Far too close to getting killed for his tastes. And for so little gain. After all, this stuff'd barely last him a day.

Not his area of expertise, he reflected. That was a stupid plan from the outset.
He'd be better off in a workshop fixing... whatever, really. So long as it didn't end with either him starved or a few dozen bullets embedded in him. Get a better profit from it, anyways.
And of course, he needed to take care of the hand. He didn't want to be known as anything other than a mechanic. Especially not if that thing happened to be military hardware, god forbid.

Get my robotic hand covered by rags or something. Then, try and find some work.