Author Topic: (The Surface) Wasteland Roleplay - You know you want to click!  (Read 12696 times)

Just so you know, I limped TOWARDS the city, going to you would be in an opposite direction.
No, I came from the direction of Hunton.  Then, I moved TOWARDS Hunton more to fight the RNE.  Therefore, I should be moving away from Hunton to get to you.

Name: Geoffrey "Crowbar" McKilligan
Occupation: Ecologist
Location: 1 Mile Outside of Hunton
Equipment: Bowey Knife; Colt "Peacemaker"; 30 m. of rope; satchel with 10 moonclips; P90 w/ 20 rounds


I saw the man, Paul fall to his knees and vomit up blood.  This was not pretty.  Then he blacked out and I got to my feet and limped towards him.  I dragged his body towards a nearby small cave.  I took away his gun so he couldn't do anything to me when he woke up.  Then it happened.  An explosion hit the mouth of the cave whenlime we were both inside.  Fortunately, I managed to start a small fire by finding anything flamable and the cigarette lighter I found.
+ 1 cigarette lighter
We were trapped, and Paul started to stir.  This is when I might be able to tell him why I fired. An action I greately regretted...
« Last Edit: January 15, 2011, 08:45:12 PM by morningstar »

The Daily Bulliten:
          The RNE has launched attack sequence "Delta Ω 9'r 9'r"  A plot that could destroy the resistance.  We want YOU to join us, and crush the RNE in the dust.  Thank you for your support, we couldn't fight this war without you.

     Signed,
          The Hunton Freedom Fighters

It isn't a resistance, more of a war that sparked between the territories. Hunton has the men, RNE has the technology.

Name: John Shawl

Health: 100%

Occupation: Scavenger

Location: In the mountains full of wreckage.

Equipment: Medkit, Metal scraps, A huge backpack, Worn leather clothing, rusty army knife, clay molds and pot, pistol, makeshift bullets

Important Skills: Engineering, crafting, metal worker

Pet:

Name: Scampers

Type: Rat

Health: 100%

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I woke up with the sun blaring inside my eyes. My back was aching as I realised I have collapsed mid walk in the freezing night on a wooden board. I then went around and found a rare sight. A berry bush full of dried berries. I soon realized that I have found a good sized breakfast. I begin picking the berrys and then putting them in my back. I took a handful for my breakfast and ate them slowly and sparingly. I then began to walk around as I saw my pet rat, Scampers. He was asleep in a pile of junk not to far from my resting place. I picked him up and put him inside my backpack. He was a small rat with a glossy black coat due to all the grease he rolls in daily. I then began searching through junk piles and found a rusty tool box complete with useable tools. I went nearby and began to chisel away at a rock digging out clay. I then proceeded to heat it up while warm I remembered I had gloves in my bad. I quickly put them on and molded it into a small pot with a hole at the bottom that can be plugged. I used the remaining clay to make a bullet mold. My cheap bullets arent as effective as the others laying around, but I could make them easily and wouldnt have to go searching for more every day. I then began to stick my hand in a dirt pile filled with metal junk. I found an old rusted pistol. I then began to fiddle with it. I tinkered with the spring and scrubbed the rust off of it. The type of pistole was un-recognizable. I then began to shove a few bullets in there to see if my mold was the right size. They fit perfectly.




Name: Paul
Status: Bruised, burned, internal bleeding.
Location: Hunton
Equipment: 9mm Pistol


I finally stumble over to Hunton. I enter a building, and sit in a chair. The Defense Department is right across the street. I saw a huge line of people, just waiting to get the chance to kill some RNE troopers.

Name:Jake
Occupation: Submachine Gunner
Location:The Black Cirle
Equipment:Magnetic holster, Boots, camo fatigues, assault rifle (0 clips)
I walk into the nearest building across from the Defense Department. "Hey, your alive!" I said to Paul. I just realized this was the pub. I walked towards the bartender. "three drinks please," I said. I payed at the price of $10.95.

Name: Paul
Status: Bruised, burned, internal bleeding.
Location: Hunton
Equipment: 9mm Pistol


"I don't think I will be alive for much longer." I said to Jake with a frown. The past few weeks since this "Holy Hell" was found, I have been getting beat, shot at, bruised, burned, and who knows what next. I have also discovered countless technologies that the Citadel would benefit from. I gaze up at the sky, and remember the good times I had as a kid down there. That's when I remembered something. Almost all of the Citadelians were dead! Oh my god! I put my head down, and Jake said with a grin, "Drink this, it will help you forget.".


May I make a new person?

Sure!

Oh, I don't know why I never posted a picture, but this is what Sacramento Hunton looks like.


« Last Edit: January 18, 2011, 06:05:59 PM by Jorici »


Sure, they aren't rebels, though. They are their own territory, just as the RNE is it's own territory.

What faction are you guys apart of?(just asking)

What faction are you guys apart of?(just asking)

Hunton/Sacramento, whatever you wanna call it.

I'll start off in a boat passing under the bridge.

edit soon

Name: Paul
Status: Bruised, burned, internal bleeding.
Location: Hunton
Equipment: 9mm Pistol


I drank the liquor in one huge gulp. I screamed, and shook my head. Jake turned around, and said, "Oh look, the ferry from Nexburg is here." My pain faded away, and then I started dancing. Why couldn't I control what I was doing right now? I drank some more liquor, then more, and then I hit the floor.