Author Topic: (The Surface) Wasteland Roleplay - You know you want to click!  (Read 12589 times)

I am a bandit, in your plane.
what are you talking about you foul vermin

those events took place 400 years before you were born!

Name: Charels Baskah

Status: Normal, healthy

Occupation: Explorer

Location: The Surface

Equipment: Emergency Medical Kit, MRE, Deagle(6 rounds), Revolver(0 rounds)

I decide that I should leave, since the action is about over. I head back to the small garden and there seems to be smelling alot more nice there. I take a small, then a big whiff of the plant. It seems that whatever illness I've carried, it seems to have dissipated. I write that important fact down in a small pocket notebook.
« Last Edit: December 25, 2010, 07:43:03 AM by Scarpelt »

Maya Jorici
September 9, 2046
Location: EPA's Natural Fallout Shelter, (AKA The Citadel)

I glanced at my son. He is stricken with radiation poisoning. Part of the city is uninhabitable due to the radiation seeping in from the entrance. Pretty soon we may be engulfed in radiation, everyone prays that we will not. William began to wail. He started vomiting, and then he was next in line. These people did not want to get sick from his bodily fluids. Everyone who was sick got in this line. I covered my ears and cried as I heard William scream as he was burned in an iron oven.

Name: Glimp Thread

Location: ???

Ocupation: Bandit

Equipment: M16, 9mm, crowbar, medipack

Apprearance: Brown wavy curly hair, skin.
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I walk in a small village, and I see a shop. I walk near the shop then Mercs come and say, "Get outt'a here, you want some of my bullets?" I said, "No I dont, but i'll give you mine." I killed them all.





« Last Edit: December 30, 2010, 01:37:03 AM by Kiddeh »

Meh, I'll post in this later. For now bump.

now is what later was
you lied to us

Name: Axerion
Occ.: Bounty Hunter
Loc.: Hidden Cell
Inv.: Desert Eagle (6 rounds), compact SMG (10 rounds), flashlight, flare gun, medkit.

The room is mostly dark. I can easily hear the captive's breathing, with my hearing and other senses fine-tuned. I turned on my flashlight and shone it in the captive's faces. I just had to hope they were quiet, otherwise this mission would be a failure.
After a few moments, I can see that they're still alive: just asleep. Hopefully this plan would go smoothly...

Name: Axiometra
Occ.: Military agent
Loc.: Entrance to Citadel
Inv.: Handgun (5 rounds), compact SMG (13 rounds)

The person seemed to be barely conscious. My companion gave me the O.K to take a closer look.

Name: Paul
Location: RNE Depot
Inv: Nothing

"What about everyone else your guy's captured?" I asked the man with the cigar. He then laughed. "I loaded them up into the black circle already. I claimed they needed to be transported to a prison. I will tell you the plan once we are on-board." The man said. "By the way, my name is Walter." He added. We got onto the ship and into our prisoner pods, the last few crates of munitions was loaded, and the hatch closed, the lights flickered on, and the engines roared to life. "Now, about that plan..."


now is what later was
you lied to us

I posted k?

now some of you post or i will blow up off-topic.

Name: Paul
Location: Black Circle
Inv: Nothing


I felt an upwards jolt, and then we were 100, 500, 5,000 feet in the air! We lurched forward. Not long after, I heard a voice. "We will soon break the sound barrier! Hold on, we will break it in about 20 minutes." on the intercom. Walter turned to us with a solemn look on his face. "Look, this is what you must do. See that crate there? There is a parachute attached to it. It is also filled with 3 Assault Rifles, and I outfitted it with shock-absorbing seats. We will all get in, be dropped to the troops, and have to cut down every one that happens to be in our way, in order to survive. I know that sounds like a longshot... but we have to try. Stay away from Hunton. They have been at war for god knows how long, because of a raid on the airstrip a while back. The city will be flattened by this thing. Men, women, children, everything. They were sent to kill 70,000 people, and 70,000 will die." He turned to me. "Unless you do what I say, but it may be a great sacrifice." A loud explosion was heard as we broke the sound barrier. About an hour and a half until we get there.
« Last Edit: January 06, 2011, 10:04:55 PM by Jorici »

Name: Paul
Location: Black Circle
Inv: 9 mm pistol, map of black circle, core control code

We were now back in Hunton, and now I am getting nervous. Walter began to tell me his plan. "If you can enter this code, 987654678-37562957-992018" He handed me a slip of paper with it written down, "You can access the central core ventilation system. I want you to put the cores in overdrive. Then, disable the ventilation, and close the core. You will have about 3 minutes to make it to an escape pod. Before the core overheats, and, well explode. If you can do this, you will save tens of thousands of lives." I looked of at the ceiling. "I'll do it. For the good of mankind." I said. Walter looked at me. "Here is a map of the ship, I brought this just incase. Now, do me a favor, and push this crate out of the loading bay." Walter got in it, along with Jake. I closed it up, and opened the drop door. I pushed with all of my might, and the crate fell out, shortly after it began it's decent it deployed a parachute. The bay door closed. A tear trickled from my eye.

Quad-Bump, someone post something DX

If not, then it is officially dead. I liked this, too :c

Name:Jake
Occupation: Submachine Gunner
Location:The Black Cirle
Equipment:Magnetic holster, Boots, camo fatigues, assault rifle (5 clips)
"OH GOD WHAT THE forget OH MY GOD." I screamed as we fell. "HOW DO THESE THINGS NOT-AGAHAH" I said as Walter's elbow collided with my nose. I started counting seconds. I counted twenty before we impacted. CHRUNCH. I heard a sickening chrunch as we landed. I got out of the crate. "Damn-Ostuff" I said as a bullet whizzed over my head.