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[Caution]

May I make a map of Manhattan?

You mean Darkfire Island? :P

I don't mind at all if you make one, however I request you pixelize it like the area map is and only base it off of it, not make an exact remake. Also make it fairly small, not giant. :o

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[Jorici]

You mean Darkfire Island? :P

I don't mind at all if you make one, however I request you pixelize it like the area map is and only base it off of it, not make an exact remake. Also make it fairly small, not giant. :o

Oh, okay. I'll remake it.

I mean manhattan, not Long Island :P

EDIT: I tried, I can't pixelate to save my life.

[Caution]

Oh, okay. I'll remake it.

I mean manhattan, not Long Island :P

EDIT: I tried, I can't pixelate to save my life.

Dude just use MSpaints square brush tool and go back through in like Paint.NET or something.

[Jorici]

Dude just use MSpaints square brush tool and go back through in like Paint.NET or something.

oh

derp

[Jokey365]

I just sat there waiting for the guards to come in and take me to whatever contraption was going to suck the life out of me. After a few hours the door opened. The guards had prods. 50 Wats. They cuffed me in special cuffs so I wouldn't try anything. These cuffs didn't allow me to bring my hands together or apart. They didn't even allow me to move my fingers. The guards got behind me and began to lead me through the halls. Suddenly it hit me. This was the excact same hall I was lead down to be set free when I was on Darkfire Island! I'M ON DARKFIRE ISLAND! I knew what I had to do... I did a backflip over the guards and then slid between them. I confused them long enough to get a head start. An alarm went off. A loud one. I heard the guards dashing behind me. I didn't dare look back. After several corners and doorways and halls, I eventually got lost. I kept sprinting however. I didn't know where I was going anymore. I got cornered. Guards on both sides of me. I began to panic. They dashed toward me, prods out ready to electrocute me to near death. My heart was racing faster then a Nascar c wot i did thar. I had to do something fast. I couldn't. It was nearing the end for me. I lost hope in life when all of a sudden...
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Name: Max Falaffle
Location: Darkfire Island
Status: In the most panic anyone could ever be in
Items (0/4): Nothing
Items Being Worn: Rags, Hand Cuffs
Gained: Hand Cuffs
Lost: Nothing

[Jorici]

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

What the hell was that thing? it nearly smashed into Wayne Tower, but it kept on going. I looked out the window. There were people rushing to their artillery guns, half dressed in their pajamas. They were preparing for an attack from the bandits. But after an hour or two, an attack never came. Was it the bandits or something from the Irradiated zones? Either way, it probably wasn't meant for peace.

[Fabio 555]

Name:Fabio Jenocidé
Status:Scared
Location:Halifax, NovaScotia
Items (3/4):Gun, taser, Fushigi and pickaxe
Gained:$407.89
Lost:Home, wife and daughter

[Fabio 555]

Right now I'm in a cave, hiding from a mafia destroying present NovaScotia. Hunting the rest of the deer out here, little food, my son is dying, my dog is barely moving.
Is the end? I think to myself. I'm thinking I will never see a face again after my son passes, but I need to spare the moment. I find there is a "greed wave" going on. I call this ιντερθεατη MMXII (Interdeath 2012) I find it the happiest way to say it. My family gone. Suicidal thoughts are coming to me.

[star9578]

I begin to wake up to see a person checking my pulse, he notices I am waking up, "He is waking up!" he says, I hear two other people walk over to me. "Told you Kal, he is fine." said another man. I begin to try to sit up but I am too weak to move, "W-who are you people...?" I say, "Us? Don't you worry who we are, just get some rest." says the first man. I thought it was a good idea at the time and decide to fall back asleep...
Name: Jake // Status: Injured, Irradiated, Unconscious. // Location: On a beach between Checkpoint F and Checkpoint E. // Inventory: Rusty M9 Pistol, 4 Pistol Rounds. // Worn: Burnt and ripped clothes.  // Gained: Nothing. // Lost: Nothing.

[Dodger]

BACKSTORY:
As I woke up, I had no idea where I was. All I could see was wasteland, surrounding me as far as I could see. I also found a small note from anonymous source on my bag. It read

   "Due to your failure of paying your debt to our organization Daemon, and finding no other monetary funds or resources of worth on your person, we are forced to send you out here as a small punishment for your inefficiency. If you would like to come back to the city, please follow the red arrow on the nearby boulder, and please, please come back in a suitable working condition despite your injuries due to that resistance you put up last night. If you do come back in a suitable working condition as mentioned before, we will deem you being able to work for our organization in which you may be able to pay off your financial debts to us.
Good luck."

                                                                                                                              In fair spirits,
                                                                                                                                       Holman Brothers Co.

God damn it, its coming back to me! I should have never borrowed money from that legalized mafia to start that pet business. Anyways, better get my stuff together and move where the arrow is telling me.

Name: Daemon Sybil// Status: Injured Chest, Unsteady on feet due to injuries // Location: ???, in wasteland like terrain // Inventory: Note from Anonymous person, Small full water Canteen (1 Liter/1 Liter), Rusty Knife // Gained: None // Lost: None

(Hopefully I can apply now)

[Caution]

Of course, Dodger.

After the man goes back to sleep lying on the sheet of cardboard, Kal seems to notice something shiny slightly exposed around the waistline of the man's pants. She alerts her friend, the one named Mac, and Kal moves down to the man. She pulls up his shirt and reveals a small handgun with rust damage. Kal backs away a few feet and Mac whispers to Kal something inaudible. She moves forward and kneels back down to grab the gun and retrive it from the man. He begins to stir, and Kal hurries up the process and pulls the gun free. She hands it to Mac and the man on the ground looks frantically around at the people with a dazed sort of look. He tries to talk but is overcome with a sort of sleepiness, as if the mind were in a total fog.
          "Izzy, get him an r-shot." This sentence is soon followed up by the sound of a popped plastic top and a slight prick is felt by the man on the ground; he never saw it coming. However, within merely a few minutes, he stands up. It takes him a minute to regain proper speech patterns, and he begins to speak.

[Niblic]

Name: Jeff Goldblum
Status: 100% probability that he's going to save the world
Location: Area 51
Items (0/4): Beer, beer, beer and a laptop that is somehow uploading a Windows 98 virus onto an alien spaceship.
Gained: Beer
Lost: Beer
[OPTIONAL] Backstory: He's a cable repair man but he does stuff better than the FBI.


[Cue dramatic music here]

...Clearly I will drink my beer and...

...when I drink my beer something happens...

...it comes after i drink my beer....

[Cue dramatic "ho ha hee hoo hee haa hee heh" here]

...and you know what happens...

...after i drink my beer...

...

...

...checkmate...

[Dodger]

 As I got some progress down on my journey back to civilization, I notice very subtle rustling nearby, thinking I might be followed. I also realize that my E-board was also taken from me and therefore cannot receive updates from the city. Thinking it may be a hostile creature stalking me, I slowly approach a small mound of dirt nearby which I can swear the rustling came from. I quickly decide that if I can jump the creature/thing first, I could avoid later ambush. As I jump behind the mound and lunge my knife into the subject of the rustling, I realize that it was a man that was following me.

 Unfortunately, I lunged my knife deep into his chest, and it was actually broken now and stuck in his rib cages. Upon further investigation, it seems that he was an employee of Holman Brothers Co. who was supposed to watch after me. I take a loaded 9mm millimeter pistol, some rounds, and an E-Board off of his person. Well, seems like I won't get a welcome home when I make it back, but might as well continue on.

Name: Daemon Sybil// Status: Injured Chest // Location: ???, in wasteland like terrain // Inventory: Small full water Canteen (0.8 Liter/1 Liter), 9mm Pistol (15/15), x15 9mm Shells  // Gained: Loaded 9mm pistol (15/15), x15 9 mm shells // Lost: Rusty Knife, Note

[Jokey365]

..."STOP!" I heard a man shout. Everyone stopped, not one person stirred. The guards seperated and a man in a suit emerged, clapping slowly. "Very well done, very well done indeed" he said. He motioned me to turn around. I did. He unlocked my cuffs. "Uncomfortable huh?" He asks. I nod. He smiles and wraps his arm around my shoulder. We begin to walk down the hall. "Look kid, you have potential, and we need potential like that on our team. We want you to join us, and help make this land a better place!" he explained. We walked up some stairs and into his office. He had a great view, he could see the entire island. He motioned for me to sit. I sat. "You help us with a few...errands, and we will give you clothes, shelter and food" he explained. I didn't know what to say. "What kind of errands?" I ask. "A deadbeat organazation over on the other side of the map in one of the recent [E]Board messaged owes me money. I need you to...collect it" he said. "First you give me my friend back" I say. "Friend? Name please" he says. "Jake. He was on the boat with me when you caught me" I explained. He pressed a button on a little machine. "Kal, you there? I need the man you found earlier to come up to my office" he said over the doohicky. "Sending him right up" A voice said back. After a minute or two Jake entered the room. "BUDDY!" we both said. We gave each other a man hug and I walked back over to the guy in the suit. "Is it a deal?" he asked. "Will the benefits go toward my friend as well?" I asked. "Of course!" he said. "It's a deal!" I said happily.
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Name: Max Falaffle
Location: Darkfire Island
Status: Happy
Items (0/4): Nothing
Items Being Worn: Rags
Gained: Nothing
Lost: Hand Cuffs

[Jorici]

Name: Henry Brown
Status: good
Location: Apartment near Central Park
Items in Backpack: Nothing
Items in hand: Nothing
Gained: .308 Rifle, .308 rounds (30)
Lost: Nothing

The helicopter floated just above central park. A voice bellowed from the megaphone. "People of New York, on behalf of the Defense District of the government of the Federal Republic of New England, I request your heavy weaponry, and the S.a.F.E keeper. If you do not comply, we WILL activate the thermonuclear warhead that we launched from the satellite, and you can thank your very own Henry Brown for the satellite codes. You have one day to respond. Thank you." The helicopter flew away. Those artillery guns were the only things that stopped the Bandits and other factions from killing us off, and without the S.a.F.E.keeper, we wouldn't have mass transit, electricity, or anything, really. That would also mean the death of Wayne Co., so bye bye vehicles and weapons, what about all the people in the hospital? They would die, too! I couldn't help but notice the angry mob form outside of my door. Just then, a rock flew through my window. I heard "TRAITOR!" and "BACKSTABBER", along with many profanities. I grabbed my rifle that was sitting on my desk and opened the door to the fire escape.