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Welcome to the New World: Get Comfy
The Master of Ceremonies wanders his domain, bored and endless. Searching for new things, all he finds is the same. Lawlessness. Tribalism. Dictatorship. Since the bombs fell 34 years ago, Humanity has been attempting to climb back up the slippery slope to its broken pedestal, only to slide back even further down the oiled sheet into the furnace.
For about 5 years or so, though, Humanity has managed to take solid hold, neither going up or down. Things have been as bad as they've been, but there's been no change in the status quo, and things have become boring, like a show that's gone stale. There is still potential, though, for glorious, horrific, epic violence to burst forth once more. For, you see, the Master of Ceremonies has found 6 individuals who have the potential to really shake the foundations of this land.
Now, let's see how they live there lives, just to see what they're really capable of. These people could really, well, Shake Up the Place.
So, yeah, a day in the life of your characters. Hope you enjoy, and barf forth apocalyptica. If you have any questions or General OOC comments, please place it in an OOC Spoiler.
The farming district was steadily working as it usually was. Thirty or so poor souls out their laboring in the rough soil and trying so desperately to gather and grow a few scraps of food from the rough, irraidated soil to sell. As always, several men wearing the colors of Xenos' Charitable Saints hang around nearby to ensure that morale stays high and none of the workers dare to slack off while under his 'pay'.
The entertainment district, which was really nothing more than a seedier part of the town all thrown up around a few large buildings was hustling that day. Bars, brothels and even a few darker joints could be found quite busy, the 'townsfolk' bartering away their possessions of in some cases, even their bodies for a few drinks or other such things. The street was normally quite crowded due to the rather haphazard and small, cramped nature of the 'roads' between the buildings. Though today people were scrambling to get out of the way of the patrol making it's way through.
Patrols in and of themselves weren't a uncommon sight in Eveningside, what was uncommon was the fact that Uncle Xenos himself had chosen to accompany this one. He was up in fulle battle regalia as well. His well kept, pre-Apoc military armor fitting him nicely as he strides through the town, assault rifle held loosely in his hands as his gaze drifts across the crowd of people scattering from his path and the dozen or so gangers behind him. "So...This is where she was sighted wasn't it? Mmm. The little scrawny bitch must of fled again."
Beside him Cherry Pop gives a little nod of her head, "Yeah Unc. Had some scrawny looking lil drugger come up and tip us off, said that cunt ye were looking for was a hiding and squirming away down here somewhere. Don't worry, I gots him all tied up if he was-a-lying. We been needing a new target at the range anyways, our last one has started to smell."
The girl they had been referring to was Olive, she had been talked into joining the gang only to have her steal from the armory and skip town so to speak. She hadn't actually left the town, Xenos has made it quite goddamn clear that if she had managed to get out of the gates, he would fucking gut and flay the offenders who let her escape alive. As such, they had been playing their little game of hide and seek for the last few months, though it had always been irritating as fuck to have her escape every time.
Their little group had certainly made quite the impression traveling through Eveningside though, it wasn't exactly common for Uncle Xenos to step out and walk the streets, more often than not he was up in his 'mansion' handling the off report of piece of business that required his attention, or hell, on some occasions throwing massive parties that a select few townsfolk would be allowed in with and most of his gang could attend.
"Gah. Fucking slimy bitch. When I get my hands are on her goddamn body, She'll regret her bullshit."
Cherry lets out a little giggle and lets herself fall a few steps behind Uncle Xenos as she shakes her head and glances at the ganger beside her, "Damn Bow. Uncle is all worked this morning, it's great. Hope we find someone causing trouble today, I kinda miss listening to the screams when someone is skinned alive. Don't you?"
Hey, MC. Do I still need to make my roll at the start of the session? What would I use to roll? Or do you do all the rolls for us?
Wealth: If your hold is secure and your rule unchallenged, at the
beginning of the session, roll+hard. On a 10+, you have surplus
at hand and available for the needs of the session. On a 7–9, you
have surplus, but choose 1 want. On a miss, or if your hold is
compromised or your rule contested, your hold is in want. e
precise values of your
Yes, I closed it on purpose, like I said I would when I everything was up and running. Please put OOC in Spoilers, okay?
Sorry about the delay, that bump reminded me I needed to post. I haven't fleshed out my characters much, but that should fix itself over time.
Going to post fairly soon, just going to go finish up Chaplain's Brain trip
Work is insanely busy today. You won't get a response from me till late tonight or tomorrow. Sorry guys.
Again, sorry for briefly hijacking this thread. I just tried to send you an update on the art I was working on for The Frozen Century, only to see this:
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Did you just accidentally block me somehow, or...?