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[Jorici]

I'm sorry lol but I take these things very seriously.

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[Jokey365]

I'm sorry lol but I take these things very seriously.

I was taking things way to far anyways. Besides, I should give the guy I'm with a turn to choose what happens

[morningstar]

Well, I shall not restart, I'll continue from Checkpoint F when I heard gunshots, 'cause I couldn't have.  Is should really go to bed soon, so for now... morningstar out.

Oh, and Jorici, I really wanted to catch up with you to have a companion, that's why I did what I did.  [:(
I need human interactin. <smirks>

[star9578]

know that, It's just big, and a blockaid...

EDIT: It's on the other side, so if anyone managed to make it past the actual F on the map, they would have to get through something bigger. It's kinda like that segment in hl2 on the bridge. The thing around here:
-hl2imagesnip-

I remember that level, lol.

Ok back to whatever we are doing, getting past a checkpoint.
I'ma kinda alter your last post so it works with the bridge structure.
"Watch and learn" he says, I watch him sneak over towards the two guards, I saw him throw something but I couldn't quite make it out, it hit the ground and the guards were on it fast, he suddenly dashes towards the guards and bashes their heads together in one swift movement. "Impressive." I thought, he removes the uniforms and grabs the assault rifles and quickly heads back to me, handing me a uniform, I quickly put it on and we begin to move towards the other end of the bridge, where a second checkpoint is(I guess.), "Lets not make ourselves very suspicious, and keep your face hidden, they are bound to know who you are.", we begin to walk through the last... checkpoint. Almost no one notices us, but one person had, we had almost made it to the end too. "Hey you two, where do you think you are going? Your stationed here!" one of the guards say. "Great, now what?" I whisper to Max.
Name: Jake // Status: Hungry. // Location: Almost across the bridge to Darkfire Island. // Inventory: Slightly Rusty M16, Rusty M9 Pistol, 4 Pistol Rounds, 25 Assault Rifle Rounds. // Gained: Nothing.  // Lost: Nothing.

[Jorici]

6 days after my last post

Name: Henry Brown
Status: good
Location: Montauk, Darkfire island, New York
Items in Backpack: Nothing
Items in hand: Nothing
Gained: [E]Board 2.0
Lost: Nothing

It turns out that they had many eBoard v2s, but that one just had something wrong with it, they told me. I cleared up the whole them thinking I was Leonard Wayne, and they apologized for the inconvenience! Then they gave me an eBoard v2.0, and said they will fly me in a helicopter back to the city! I strapped myself into the large, black, helicopter, and we were up in the air in a few minutes. The guy sitting across from me started eating from a bag, and I looked at the rolling landscape below. I saw many governmental vehicles move into a city, and started firing their machine guns at people, who then scattered and screamed. The man's eyes flew open wide and quickly shut the door to the helicopter. "They were just raiding a bandit's village." He said nervously. I shrugged and closed my eyes for the remainder of the ride.

[Jokey365]

(We never got past the other side of checkpoint F)

I turned around and looked at the guard. I blurted something out in Spanish. "EL PANTOS ES CELIENTE!". "What?" The guard and Jake said together. "MUY ES GO CHECKAPOINTITO...E!" I blurted. "You're being transfered to checkpoint E?" The guard asked. "SI!" I said. "Then what are you waiting for? Go hop into one of our patrol boats. It's no problem with us." The guard said. "Thanks!" Jake said. We strolled through the remaining guards with no trouble and walked down to awaiting boats. "Let's get going Senior Wack Job" Jake joked. We hopped into the patrol boat and made our way for checkpoint E, Darkfire Island. We weren't sure if we were going to be given any trouble or a lot of trouble. We stayed out of the range of the other patrol boats and thought up a plan. "I think we should take the same approach to get in here as we did back at the bridge" I said. "I don't know..." Jake said. "I'll hop into the water, get into the closest boat and get rid of the guards, I come get you, we remove these current outfits and put on those, drive up to the island and stroll on in!" I explained. "You'll risk mutation just to get in there?" Jake said with panic in his voice. Suddenly, a search light came on us. "We're toast" I said.
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Name: Max Fallafle
Status: In shock
Location: In a patrol boat off the coast of Darkfire Island
Items (3/4): Shotgun (45 Shots), Small Sack of Money, Old Clothes
Items Being Worn: Checkpoint F Guard Outfit
Gained: Ability to Almost Speak Spanish
Lost: Nothing

[Caution]

          A deep commanding voice cut through the hazy air clearly with a kind of commanding order that no one had witnessed before. The voice was directed at two males, not far below, crossing the river. The spotlight was on them and they immediately froze with fear. The guards in the helicopter awaited for the kids next move while the pilot took them down. One of the guards brought out what looked like a sort of rocket - he wasn't going to blow up the kids, would he?
          Finally, the helicopter maintained an altitude roughly 50 feet above the murky water. The officer with the rocket told the others standing by the door to make way, and in a few seconds, the spotlight was moved over, still focused on the boat. The guard with the rocket moved towards the door, peeking out. One of the kids appeared to have pulled out a gun, so this was the one shot the government had before losing countless man hours spent on their chopper. The rocket was aimed at one of the kids, the one with the gun, and the host let it loose. A brushed metal canister shot from the barrel of the rocket and hit the kid in the gut in less than a second. He keeled over, almost tumbling off of the boat, while the other kid sat petrified in the corner. The canister suddenly made a loud noise and a yellowish smoke swirled from the end of it. Within seconds, both of the kids movements stopped and all was calm once again.

[Jorici]

Name: Henry Brown
Status: good
Location: Montauk, Darkfire island, New York
Items in Backpack: Nothing
Items in hand: Nothing
Gained: Nothing
Lost: Nothing

The crumbling buildings of the city could be seen now. Wayne tower still stood in all of it's pride, and the sun decided to hide behind it. The helicopter started to move downwards, and then came very close to the checkpoint F bridge. We then veered left and made a descent towards the foot of the bridge. We never landed fully, but the man sitting across from me opened the door, and he told me to jump. We were still about 7 feet off the ground, so I slid off carefully. The man gave me a thumbs up, and slid the door shut. It's time to return to my everyday life, I thought to myself, walking home. One of the towers collapsed during the nuclear holocaust, but it was alright, I just had to walk through the rubble. I climbed the mountain of rubble, and I slid down it, landing in what is called "Ad City", because of the massive amounts of flashing lights and advertisements. One of the signs said "Coca-Cola", which I had no clue what it was, but it was some sort of advertisement for a drink. I climbed down into the Sub Station, where a train awaits me. The metro line was still kept in order after the bombs hit, they just require power from the city's nearly destroyed fusion reactor, that only outputs a fraction of electricity, just enough to power a few buildings and the trains. I got on the train, where four other people were sitting. I recognized one of their faces. It was that Ryan kid I met a few days ago! I sat next to him as the train sputtered and pulled forward.

[Jokey365]

Just to clear things up for me caution, which one of us was shot? Me or Star9578?

[Frenchfrie]

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 realized 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 berries 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 usable 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 would not 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 pistol 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.


Also my backpack counts as extra storage.

[Jokey365]

(I'm just gonna say I was shot)

I finally woke up, the pain from earlier still in my gut. I was in a jail cell. Not just any jail cell. Heck it wasn't technically a cell at all. It was an iron box with a door that was barely noticable. No venalation shafts, no toilets, no nothing. Just a box. "Well, atleast they are putting some effort into keeping me held here this time" I said to myself. I took a look at myself. I was dressed in rags. Litterally. All my stuff was gone. I knew it was burnt. A loud voice came over an intercom. "Max Fallafle! You have finally been caught. Don't even try to escape, we just want what is ours!" the voice boomed. "I didn't take anything from you!" I yelled back. "You have our DNA code for a perfect human!" The intercom said. "WHAT?!" I shouted. "Long ago your parents stole our genetic code for the perfect human. A human with amazing agility, great strength, a superior intilect and supirior stamina! We wanted it back, but they refused. They fought hard, we could not stand up to the power of the perfect human. They escaped, and eventually made you... you were given the perfect human DNA genetic code!" The intercom explained. "But I only have the agility  and stamina parts!" I said. "Your parents only passed down two of the traits. But those two traits are all we need. You see the traits all bare a similar code, so if we get atleast two, we could remake our great formula!". "So what ae you going to do to get it out of me? Stab me with a giant needle?" I asked. "Close, we're going to suck the life out of you and get get it from the air we suck out of you" The intercom said. I gulped. I knew there was no getting out of this! Wait...where is Jake?
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Name: Max Falaffle
Location: ???
Status: In Panic
Items (0/4): Nothing
Items Being Worn: Rags
Gained: Rags
Lost: Pretty much everything

[star9578]

I wake up on a small beach, "Wha- What just happened..." I thought to myself. I looked around the beach and saw the wreakage of the patrol boat and suddenly felt pain, I remembered what happened, that helicopter hovering over us in the patrol boat, then a flash and something hit Max... Wait, what happened to Max? I got up but could barely stand due to the pain. "Agh... this hurts... I have to find something to soothe the pain..." I walked to the patrol boat, stopping every few steps. I got to the patrol boat after a painful walk, I looked around the wreakage and found a small first aid kit. "Oh thank god..." I said to myself. Inside was some ointment, bandages and some medicine, just a basic first aid kit. I applied the ointment to the burns and bandaged some of the of the burns and cuts I have. "Now to find Max." I spotted my pistol laying on the beach and went over to it and picked it up, suddenly I realized something, "Oh god, I was in the water, I need to find help, fast." I thought. I began to get dizzy and fell over, then everything went black...
Name: Jake // Status: Injured, Irradiated. // Location: On a beach between Checkpoint F and Checkpoint E. // Inventory: Rusty M9 Pistol, 4 Pistol Rounds. // Gained: Rusty M9 Pistol, 4 Pistol Rounds.  // Worn: Burnt and ripped clothes. // Lost: Slightly Rusty M16, 25 Assault Rifle Rounds.

[Jorici]

Name: Henry Brown
Status: good
Location: Subway
Items in Backpack: Nothing
Items in hand: Nothing
Gained: Nothing
Lost: Nothing

The only way to get to uptown is via subway. The streets are blocked with rubble up ahead, and we have to go under it. After a short 3 minute ride, the train screeched to a halt. The three other people got off, and eventually Ryan and I did, too. We emerged in the large park that is in the middle of the city, where the artillery guns were kept. There were hundreds of people walking around, and some were in Wayne Co. taxis. There was the entrance to the S.a.F.E.Keeper (S.a.F.E stands for Safety and Freedoms exponent), which was a large computer built before the war, to regulate Sentry guns and robotic policemen. The only reason it is so heavily guarded, is because not only does it output power for use along the uptown district, it also manages the laboratory down there. I walked past the steps to it, and entered an alleyway. I walked up to my solid white door, and I had to jimmy the lock. Again. I moan and after my third try, it opened. I ascended the stairs to the fifth floor, and I was home sweet home. I sat down on the raggedy couch, and watched the bustling world outside. I chuckled to myself. "Nuclear holocaust couldn't slow this city down." I said aloud. Then the loudspeaker came on, and announced, 'We gotta toppler!", referring to the building falling over. This happens about every other week, and it has become routine now. I pulled up the recliner and fell into a deep sleep.

The satellite will be above New York City in about 2 hours. Caution, will it pass on by or do something else?

[Caution]

Just to clear things up for me caution, which one of us was shot? Me or Star9578?

Apparently you did. :o

X

     The man lies in the sand, stiller than the air around his body. Its nearly night time now, but the horizon still glows with beautiful shades of oranges and purples and yellows. All is still, and then finally, the soft noise of footsteps in the sand breaks the silence. A few more pairs emerge and then three people emerge into the openness of the beach, and begin to head for the body. They're eerily dressed in all black clothing and this allows them to blend easily into the shadows behind them. Two of the three forms glance up towards the long bridge and check for guards; it appears clear, which is rare, especially in such a high threat time.
     "Jesus Christ, do you know who this is, Mac?" A womans voice speaks first. Her voice is normal for a womans, but paints a picture in the mind of a beautiful face with deep yet simple features.
     "Of course I do, why do you think I'm out here?" A man speaks back in reply to the first voice; the air remains empty of a third voice.
     "Its Jake... uh, Jake... well, nevermind his last name... let's get him out of here... we could make quite a profit off of him if we turn his ass in," the woman says excitedly. She doesn't sound older than 30. Together the man and the woman pick up the limp mans body and haul him off to the mainland while the third continues spectating the bridge. "Izzy! Let's go!"
     Just as the trio disappears behind a stack of large industrial shipping containers, a large squad of officers race around the corner where Jake's body had been laying only seconds ago. They ran out of luck; high tide erased any footprints or traces of where he went off to.
     "God dammit!"


1) Check the date of the quote above. :P
2) This is my little team, k? :3


     Two hours after Jake's body had been snagged, the team still sits in the middle of the shipping yard in between where the shipping containers stop and the lines of semis began, lining the edges of the thin peninsula. The three people dressed in black sit around in random places around the body that lays on some scraps of cardboard in the middle of the lot.
     "I had a pulse... I have a pulse... when will he wake?"
     "Relax, Kal, he'll be fine... we just have to wait a bit," said the voice labeled Mac. Just after he"d finished his sentence, the third speechless figure began waving his arms frantically to get the other two's attention. He pointed up at the sky and a firey ball rocketed through the sky, obviously descending to the earth.
     "What the hell is that," said 'Kal'.
     Nobody replied and they just watched in awe as the object rocketed by. After a minute of gazing it disappeared behind the skyline of skyscrapers, and the sky was as black as the city and its surroundings.
     The crew noticed they hadn't gotten any updates from their [E]Boards lately; they came to this realization earlier this afternoon. Something awfully weird was going on...


Assume the object crash landed outside Checkpoint H.

[Jorici]

nothing was here in the first place