Name: Edgar Treston
Pronouns: What you would expect from a male human.
Gear:
Description: Your archetypical nerd, except a tad bit older and with a goatee.
CP Spending:
-1 CP: Flimsy Nerd: Edgar is... not the most fit. He's not obese, but he's rather skinny and, as earlier stated, unfit. -1 to stamina and whatnot. ((subject to approval))
2 CP: Useful Talent: Edgar, being a nerd, has several nerdish skills, namely Mathematics, Electrical Engineering, and Chemistry.
4 CP: Strange Power: Edgar always seems to know when someone or something has it in for him. To be precise, he can sense hostile intent towards him, including its degree and location, as long as it is within half a mile of him.
((I bet he either dies horribly early on or ends up becoming the most powerful of the characters.))
Your character sheet:
Name: Walter Walterdale
Pronouns:??? Not sure what to put here
Gear: (Leave this blank for now unless you bought items.)
Description: A pale, skinny young male with dark, shifty looking eyes.
CP: 5 for telekinesis
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Vanilla build is a GO!
Although, given the nature of the "Useful Skills" and maybe the "Privledgepass" advantages, it's difficult to say what is or isn't "Vanilla."Spoiler: Character Sheet (click to show/hide)
I'm gonna attempt something wacky. If it's too wacky, I'll make another one.Spoiler (click to show/hide)
Strange game with something something privilege being thrown in? Unsure where that tone came from since it's not mentioned in the OP.Spoiler (click to show/hide)
Your character sheet:In!
Name: Walter Walterdale
Pronouns:??? Not sure what to put here
Gear: (Leave this blank for now unless you bought items.)
Description: A pale, skinny young male with dark, shifty looking eyes.
CP: 5 for telekinesis
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Btw, if I spend 5cp to let you choose what kind of abilities I get, what kind of stuff will you pick?I don't know yet. I'll probably make a table and roll some dice on it or something.
[Sarcasm]Because You Said to "Keep it Short"[/sarcasm]Spoiler: Your character sheet: Yep, Definitely mine. (click to show/hide)
Spend that last CP on one more skill. Why is your character such a manlet? Accepted.
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Inaluct, if the year is 2050, why are we restricted to ball and powder guns? Shouldn't we have access to some bolt action weapons and proper bullets at least, if not sci fi plasma rifles by now?Things have changed since our founding fathers wrote the second amendment, and this is a dystopian future in which it has been interpreted as 1. only applying to a militia and 2. not applying to terrifying babykilling "assault" rifles, only to weapons that already exist at the time.
badum tish[Sarcasm]Because You Said to "Keep it Short"[/sarcasm]Spoiler: Your character sheet: Yep, Definitely mine. (click to show/hide)
Spend that last CP on one more skill. Why is your character such a manlet? Accepted.Spoiler: Your character sheet: Yep, Definitely mine. (click to show/hide)
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Name: Edgar TrestonEd is sitting up on his bed, dressed in a pair of striped boxer shorts and a stained white wifebeater. It is the most problematic article of clothing he owns. In the cabinet against the wall he has several outfits worth of drab street clothes on hangers, a tripod mounted telescope, an old electric chainsaw that he found and recently finished repairing, an extra blanket, and a pile of large zip ties. He also has a chair and a small table, as well as a bed frame with a mattress and a blanket. His door has a peephole. Under his bed is a soldering iron.
Pronouns: What you would expect from a male human.
Gear:
Description: Your archetypical nerd, except a tad bit older and with a goatee.
CP Spending:
-1 CP: Flimsy Nerd: Edgar is... not the most fit. He's not obese, but he's rather skinny and, as earlier stated, unfit. -1 to stamina and whatnot. ((subject to approval))
2 CP: Useful Talent: Edgar, being a nerd, has several nerdish skills, namely Mathematics, Electrical Engineering, and Chemistry.
4 CP: Strange Power: Edgar always seems to know when someone or something has it in for him. To be precise, he can sense hostile intent towards him, including its degree and location, as long as it is within half a mile of him.
((I bet he either dies horribly early on or ends up becoming the most powerful of the characters.))
Your character sheet:Walter is lying in bed, wearing ??? favorite pair of cute owl pajamas. ??? has a sparsely furnished room, but has a bedframe (and mattress, and blanket) as well as a table, a chair, and a cabinet containing a baseball bat, a large metal stew pot, a cinderblock, a paring knife, and a pair of carbon fiber skis that ??? fished out of a dumpster, as well as several pairs of street clothes.
Name: Walter Walterdale
Pronouns:??? Not sure what to put here
Gear: (Leave this blank for now unless you bought items.)
Description: A pale, skinny young male with dark, shifty looking eyes.
CP: 5 for telekinesis
John is sitting up on his bed in a pair of plaid boxer shorts the color of mint chocolate chip ice cream. His room has roughly the same furnishings as the two rooms already described in this post, but his cabinet contains a copy of Don Quixote perched on the shelf at the top, a large and ostentatious WWF wrestling belt, a 1000 foot roll of 550 nylon cord, a ski mask, and an assortment of clothes in husky youth sizes.Spoiler: Your character sheet: Yep, Definitely mine. (click to show/hide)
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Vanilla build is a GO!Jie is chilling on his bed in some Journey To The West (2014) print antique pajamas passed down from his ancestors, sharpening the long and heavy single edged dao that he is permitted to keep (as part of his cultural heritage). In the cabinet of his room he has an absurdly bright 10000 lumen flashlight, a long fighting knife, a roll of duct tape, a car battery, a fire axe, a large jar of pickled cow brains, and several sets of street clothes.
Although, given the nature of the "Useful Skills" and maybe the "Privledgepass" advantages, it's difficult to say what is or isn't "Vanilla."Spoiler: Character Sheet (click to show/hide)
I'm gonna attempt something wacky. If it's too wacky, I'll make another one.Spoiler (click to show/hide)
Go to the cabinet and wield the baseball bat with both hands and put the paring knife in my pocket.??? grabs the baseball bat and slides the paring knife into the pocket of ??? adorable owl pajamas, ignoring the metal pot and other objects in the cabinet.
"Oh dear, oh dear oh dear oh dear. What-what is happening?"Edgar peeks out the window. In the courtyard below, a teeming mass of unusually pale (white privilege?) people in tattered clothes, some with significant traumatic injuries obviously incompatible with life, are devouring a large pile of gore that was presumably an obese human several minutes ago. The windows on the ground floor are broken and the graying bodies squirm languidly into them. The squirming morlocks (?) are the source of the hostile intent. Behind him, his iScreen begins to shriek the typical morning program.
If Edgar's room has a window, he takes a peek out of it, attempting to see where the hostile intent is coming from. He also attempts to remember what floor he is on.
Dr.Mason? don't kid myself, I don't know that much about science and healing. Gary the Inventive might be a better title.Don't be so modest, Dr. Mason. Gary changes into a pair of gray cargo pants, hiking boots, and a brown jacket. He slips his illegal chef's knife into his waistband and opens his door to greet the day. As he steps out into the hallway, shuffling aside a pile of clothing and wire, [4] he notices an extremely sick looking individual stagger up the staircase and into view at the distant end of the hallway. They seem to stumble, landing on the concrete floor with a thud and moving extremely slowly as they begin to shamble to their feet. Fucking junkies.
Regardless of all that, I should probably go for a walk to get more parts. Don't forget my street clothing, and remember to hide my chef's knife in the waistband of my pants.
I put on my Ski Mask and a Pair of Pants as well as a Shirt before grabbing my roll nylon cord and Leaving, Wondering Who did what this time.The furtive pygmy pulls on his ski mask (little pompom on top, of course), as well as a pair of pants and a shirt. He grabs his roll of nylon cord and crawls out through the air duct into the communal laundry room at the end of the hall. [4] A soft wet thud sounds from outside at the top of the stairwell, like an unresponsive drunk falling face first onto the ground. Doors slam at the other end of the hallway.
"Eee ee EEK EEK ooh ooh EE !" Bubbles angrily screams, which roughly translates to "What happening right now ? Bubbles hope nobody want bubbles' bananas. BANANAS MINE !"Bubbles draws a sand wedge from his golf bag with an ear splitting screech, the golf club making that noise that katanas make when they're drawn from their sheath in weeb cartoons, a sparkle of light playing off the shaft. He tosses a handful of X-acto knives into his trenchcoat pocket and then loads up on bananas, the starchy fruit hanging off of him like bandoliered ammunition as he steps out into the hallway. [4] In the middle of the hallway stands one of Bubbles' long time neighbors. It's Gary! Gary gave Bubbles a banana once when Bubbles started shrieking at him and swinging from a light fixture angrily. Past Gary, on the other side of the hallway, a human figure languorously flops on the concrete floor. Behind Bubbles, a door opens and a heavily armed man clatters out, hurls open the stairwell door with a slam, and disappears inside.
Bubbles takes an iron club from the golf bag as his main weapon, takes some X-acto knives and puts them in one of his pockets and takes as many bananas as possible, stashing them in his pockets and under his fedora.
He then slowly and quietly advances towars the source of the screams.
Jie knew what to do. However, he felt as if there was something wrong. Something... Missing.Jie does, in fact, have a backpack. He slides it on and places the duct tape and jar of cow brains inside, wrapping the large jar in a set of clothes. He changes into another set and grabs his weapons, tucking the dao and knife into his belt, flashlight in his pocket. He slings the axe over his back with another belt, counts all of his fingers to remember which floor he's on (X is Roman numeral 10, right?) and steps out into the hallway. Halfway down he sees the hairy little man who lives on his floor brandishing a golf club, and then further down he sees Gary standing around in street clothes. There is a pile of filthy clothes (or maybe a drunk?) lying on the ground at the opposite end of the hallway.
He tried to remember if he had a backpack. If he did, he'd go wear it.
Regardless of if he had a backpack, Jie changed into his street clothes and picked up his dao and fighting knife, storing them in places where he could access them quickly (in his belt for example.) He then picked up the flashlight and stored it in his pocket. If he used the dao or knife in one hand and blinded an enemy with the flashlight held in his other...
Duct tape was always useful, so Jue picked up that, too.
The car battery was probably too heavy to be useful, and it'd be somewhat cumbersome even if it was, so he left it alone.
The fire axe would probably be used to break down doors and the like, as opposed to used as a weapon - Jie didn't have much experience or knowledge in using axes of any kind as weapons. He put it in his back, tearing up one set of street clothes (or just the shirt) and fashioning a sling/rope of sorts to let it hang the axe around his back.
The pickled cow brains he took as well. Some might turn their nose or make jokes, but at least if a hungry thief searched in his stuff for food they wouldn't be likely to take it.
Jie thought about which floor he was on and exactly how close the screams were as he moved down the stairs as quickly and quietly as he could. A bit of doubt crossed his mind - he'd look a hell of a fool if this was nothing - but it quickly vanished as he realized he'd never forgive himself if he'd ignored a potential danger to the people.
((I wonder if this guy is gonna die first.))
Now To Go Stomp on that Drunk's Head, Perhaps I'll Search his Pockets for Something to Steal Afterwards...John scuttles out from the laundry room and into the hallway, ignoring the small assemblage of normies that are gathering, and advances on the pale figure slumped at the foot of the stairs. Fucking junkies.
Go towards the screams, cautiously, looking out for any danger.??? peeks out of ??? room. Some vagabonds are standing in the hallway. A masked pygmy is standing over a slumped figure at the end of the hallway. Dark crimson blood is pooling under the figure's head. Bandits! Ravagers!
On second thought.. Check that my cart has a battery and fuel in it, grab everything easily portable and wrap it in the blanket, stow it in the cart, and pull my knife in case that junkie I saw goes berserk or something. the drugs these days tend to be absurdly strong. Let bubbles in if he wants to get in my room too.Gary runs back inside; his cart is good to go. He heads back out just in time to see a masked munchkin stomp on the degenerate's head. A sickening crack resonates down the hall. Holy shit.
Tip your fedora to Gary, then cautiously approach the collapsed human figure. Poke it from a safe distance with your golf club and examine it more closely. If it reacts aggressively or attemps to attack you, bash it's head with the golf club.Bubbles doffs his hat to Gary in passing and cautiously pokes the prone figure, which has just had its head stomped on by a midget. It goes from quiet moaning to suddenly screaming and awkwardly lashes out at the ape! [1] vs [6] The impossibly-mangled corpsebeing flails ineptly, ragged hands raking air, and Bubbles brings down his sand wedge hard. The skull caves and splits, splattering blood and brain matter all over the hairy ape and the savage pygmy as the figure's partially disintegrated head seems to loll to the side in two opposite directions. The mangled body jerks and freezes rigidly in place.
Jie, while not perpetuating the stereotype of knowing martial arts, he at least how to handle himself when he couldn't reach a weapon.Jie braces himself and [4] vs [3] meets his opponent's lunge with a forceful shove. The two tumble head over heels down the stairs ([1], [3]), slamming into every step before colliding hard, Jie first, into the stairwell wall. Jie feels hot blood ooze from his brow down over his eye as his assailant, who up close resembles nothing other than a rotting corpse, looms threateningly over him.
Rapidly entering a crouched stance, Jie prepared to meet his attacker. When his assailant collided with him, he'd lean his weight forward and tackle the madman. This would send them tumbling down the stairs, but with a bit of luck it would be the madman who was slammed against the stairwell wall.
"Oh dear oh no what am I gonna do?"Oh god. The horror. These are ZOMBIES.
Edgar panics for a moment. Then, he checks for hostile intent on his floor. If he doesn't find any, he opens his door, and gets to warning everybody about the zombies. If people don't listen, he tells them to look out of the windows on the front of the building.
Poke the body again to be absolutely sure it won't attack anymore. Once you're sure that thing died, victory screech, then check his body for potential bananas. If he doesn't have any, eat one of these perfect curvacious yellow fruits from your pocket, then go through the door that chinese man went through earlier and assess the situation.Yup. It's dead. Bubbles shrieks and holds his golf club horizontally above his head, jumping around in crazed triumph before messily stuffing a banana in his mouth and sprinting down the hallway and into the stairwell.
"Zombies? Oh great. I was telling everyone that in this state of living there were no less than 5 possible causes for zombie apocalypse with all the requirements met. EVERYONE! GET IN THE GOLF CART IF YOU WANT TO LIVE!"Gary pulls on his driving goggles and revs his golf cart, [1] driving it awkwardly through the door and sort of getting stuck in the narrow hallway. He backs up and goes forward, conducting a 9 point turn while shouting at everyone to get in the golf cart. It takes him forever, but he eventually gets it oriented correctly and facing straight down the hallway.
Get my nearby neighbors into the golf cart, and then start driving it down the building, mowing down anything that gets in my way with it.
This means saving the guy who I think just tumbled down the stairs first.
(question: what are zombie points for?)
Jie'd have to check on his injuries later, his plan hadn't gone as well as he thought. The wannabe warrior let out a small chuckle of self-loathing: He'd worried about looking like a fool for going to arms over nothing, but now there was a cause for going to arms and here he was, looking like a fool.[4] Jie's first kick connects hard, twisting back the zombie's arm and throwing him off balance. He rocks back and adds his weight to a double kick to the zombie's chest, [2]vs[2] connecting far too low and hitting the zombie at the hips. The corpse topples over onto Jie, clawing awkwardly at him as he draws his knife and [6]vs[1] plunges it deep into the ghoul's eyesocket, crunching audibly through the sphenoid bone as Jie braces one hand around the hilt and pushes as hard as he can with his other hand on the butt of the blade. The knife slides in far, the top of the hilt disappearing into the putrid oozing jelly of the ocular humors. The corpse shudders to a tetanic stop.
Although the person who'd just panicked and screamed about zombies was a decidedly bigger fool. Whoever they were, they'd need to learn to stay cool very quickly.
Jie drew back both his legs before kicking out at his assailant's own. If the kick connected, Jie'd follow up with a push or second kick to knock his attacker down the stairs. If the kick missed, Jie'd draw his dao and slash at the corpse. If he failed yet again (which seemed a worryingly probable possibility at this point), he'd draw his knife and swing or stab that too, with his main goal being to push away his attacker..
What the hell was going on?
((Basically, do the very first part of this attack (not the roll and punch afterwards) (https://youtu.be/W2TuS9AAQoI?t=1m57s) followed up by a shove. If that fails, attack with all available weaponry with the aim of pushing the corpse back.))
"Thats Fine with me Mr."[1] The pygmy is so short that he has to climb onto the golf cart seat and lay on his stomach while kicking his legs to get up on it, but he finally does. It's very physically humorous, like Don Quixote or The Three Stooges.
Onto the Golf Cart I go!
"Damn vagabonds, ruining the scenery."??? lets out a terrified scream and [5]vs[3] runs over to bring ??? baseball bat down hard on the head of the masked pygmy in the front seat of the golf cart. Bonk! The masked midget cries out in pain and reflexively aims a stubby kick [1]vs[5] at Walter's wrist, but ??? pulls out of the way easily and the tiny foot slashes air, throwing the pygmy off balance and leaving him flailing on his back in his seat.
Smash one vagabonds head with the baseball bat and use telekinesis to pierce another vagabonds throat with my knife.
"Uh... yes! Definitely! Just let me get my stuff!"Edgar runs up just in time to see his neighbor Gary sitting in a golf cart next to a flailing midget in a ski mask, as a pale and androgynous human clubs the midget with a baseball bat and seemingly magically levitates a knife into the canopy of the golf cart. My, things have escalated quickly. Still screaming about zombies, Edgar jumps in the back of the cart with his chainsaw at the ready and all of his other potentially useful worldly possessions close at hand. The moaning and screaming from outside is getting louder.
Edgar grabs his chainsaw, soldering iron, and whatnot, then gets on the golf cart. Shouting about zombies the whole time.
"Could you please not attack me while we escape the zombie apocalypse, goddamit?Gary floors it. The golf cart's electric motor whirrs to life powerfully as it speeds down the hallway!
Bubbles, Chineese man, get out of the way or lay as flat on the ground as you can, I'm gonna run my cart down the stairway! Other guy, Get that chainsaw rev'd and ready to cut some flesh!"
Start driving down the stairs to save the others and clear a path through the zombie apocalypse. Try not to get stabbed/bashed by the berserk telepath.
Finish him!!! Bring my baseball bat down on his head, hard, using telekinesis to speed up my blow.Walter rears back and brings ??? bat up in an overhead swing as the golf cart barrels down on ???, [2] narrowly missing John's head and instead putting a dent in the seat back behind him.
"Fuck off asshole!"[4] John frantically ties a noose of 550 cord and lassos Walter around the neck. The golf cart drives on and [5] Walter smoothly dodges out of the way, flattening ???self against the wall and avoiding being crushed beneath the terrible wheels of this apocalyptic chariot.
Tie, then Throw a noose over that asshole's head.
Using your acrobatics skill, slide on the banister, jumping off and smashing the pale woman with your sand wedge as you arrive sufficiently near to do that.The cart crashes through the stairwell doors just in time to see Bubbles take a hard swing at the zombie looming over Jie, [5]vs[6] connecting with her head so hard that the aluminum shaft of the club bends and wraps around her skull.
"Wooo! That was fun, how about we kill some zombies now, together?"[5] With the golf cart stopped, Walter easily slips the noose off of ??? neck.
Attempt to get out of the noose.
Throw a flurry of X-Acto knives at the zombies.[6]vs[1] and [3]; Bubbles unleashes a rapidfire flurry of X-Acto knives across the stairs at the zombies. One is peppered in the face, both eyes destroyed, and stumbles down blindly. With a sickening crunch, it lands face first on a step, driving an X-Acto knife into its brain. The other is pierced through the throat and also has its eyes destroyed, but it keeps coming, oozing blackening blood in thick coagulating drips.
"Thank you. It was rather foolish of me to try to get to the ground floor by myself, and I see that now. I'm with you."Jie draws his dao and [5]vs[3-1] neatly bisects the remaining reanimated corpse. The two halves slide wetly to the ground.
Jie stood up, sheathing his knife and drawing his Dao before moving towards the golf cart, slashing any zombie that go too close. In the neck or head, preferably, but if he could knock them back that would be good too.
Wait for everyone to board, then turn this puppy and start down the next flight of stairs. Repeat step 2 till the bottom floor is reached, or I run into a problem my cart can't beat on it's own.[1] They will. Gary backs up his cart and clumsily advances it, having trouble turning in the narrow spaces of the stairwell. He doesn't manage to orient it downstairs.
"Uh... uh... please don't kill each other anymore?"Edgar revs his chainsaw and stands between the cart and the stairs, ready to chainsaw any zombies that approach the currently stationary cart, but also ready to hop aboard once it's ready to go.
More chainsawing of zombies.
"WE NEED TO GO FASTER!"John ties his 550 cord to the frame of the cart [2] with a granny knot.
I Try to Tie my cord to the cart.
Keep trying! I did it once, I can do it again! ram the cart into the horde of zombies as soon as possible![4] Gary successfully maneuvers the cart into place as his comrades almost entirely either wait or fall back, allowing the dead horde to advance!
"Uh... maybe we should go?"[3] Unnumbered thousands. Edgar gulps and hops into the cart, ready to roll and revving his chainsaw menacingly to hide his fear. Unphased, a zombie rushes straight for him! [6]vs[4] The zombie impacts hard, lunging directly into Edgar's chainsaw, the whirring impaling it. It leans in and attempts to bite him on the neck, but he holds it at bay by forcing the chainsaw away from his body!
Edgar uses his hostile intent sense to count the zombies and determine their location. Once the cart starts moving, he hops on it.
Jie hung back, not really capable of helping without the risk of hurting himself or others.Jie shrinks back, and the horde advances to meet him. [3]vs[4] A corpse lunges awkwardly and sprawls itself at his feet, clutching frantically at his ankles as Jie lops off an arm and then steps back from the wounded zombie.
Levitate the knife stuck in the golf cart and plunge it iin the nearest zombie head with telekinesis.[5]vs[6] Walter reaches out ??? quivering hand and the slides out of the canopy and plunges into the back of the head of the zombie attempting to eat Gary just as it leans in and bites a ragged chunk out of his arm. The knife slides in deep, and the zombie shudders to a frozen stop.
The sand wedge is a BABY weapon. Throw that away and buy a morgenstern with zombie points. NOW WE'RE TALKING.Bubbles tries to throw away his sand wedge, but it's wrapped too firmly around a zombie's head from a couple turns back. Oh well. Such is life~
Get ready to smash any zombies that comes too near.
I try Jumping Mario-Style On Zombie Heads![3] John clambers up on top of the golf cart canopy and leaps off, landing on the head of the nearest zombie. He and the zombie crash to the ground, the zombie's head impacting the concrete floor with a hard crack.
RUN THE- Wait, did bubbles just conjure a flail out of nothing? I must learn how to do that.[6] Your third eye opens and you feel a tingle of energy surge up your spine as an etheric choir blares into deafening song. You realize that you and all of humanity are connected throughout the world and throughout the distance universes. Bound to this mortal realm, your soul wanders the distant reaches like a timeless albatross. You see everything. You know how to use magic. Your latent psionic ability is manifesting.
Attempt to reverse engineer the magic!
((Will Gary be infected if he dosent cauterise or amputate arm?))Yes. He's already acting weird.
Levitate knife out of zombies head and plunge into the zombie trying to bite Edgar with telekinesis. Aiming at the zombies head.
"Thousands..."The zombie on the chainsaw freezes up and [1] Edgar's chainsaw blade seizes on bone. The dead (heh) weight of the zombie drags Edgar's arms to the ground.
Edgar loses his voice temporarily. And revs the chainsaw, with the zombie stuck on it.
While the six of them were proving to be surprisingly formidable fighters, even they couldn't take down that many zombies. While defending himself and his teammates, Jie asked:[1] I suppose it doesn't really count as defense when the zombies have stopped moving, but Jie walks over and decapitates a zombie lying on the ground. His dao grates against the concrete and he feels the edge bend at the tip of the sword. Oops.
"Uhm... Friends? Other way, perhaps?
War screech, then finish off the zombie that was attacking Edgar.[5] Bubbles screeches powerfully and pulps the head of the immobile zombie twisted around Edgar's chainsaw.