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Should we start over on Monday?

Yes
4 (36.4%)
No
5 (45.5%)
Oh forget it, I just want to RP
2 (18.2%)

Total Members Voted: 11

Author Topic: The Day After: Second Hell -Prelude-  (Read 33793 times)

"Follow me." He said, sprinting through the landscape, coming upon a decent fort, with broken cars and scrapmetal walls, one of the gates made of a iron fence that wasn't used from the old graveyard. When they were all in, he pulled down the lever. The ground was covered with wood, meaning it wasn't that bad. There was a small tunnel leading underground. It was in the middle of a small, safe haven with clean water, and grassy plains, about 5000 yards out on all sides, defended further by iron spike-fences.

We're at an abandoned ity, with like, broken windows and stuff.
What's with you an stalking people?
Because There's a giant man eating spider right behind you!*Sounds of a giant man eating spider*

loltf2  :cookieMonster:

Forum: GamerKing99
Name: Richie "Rowdy" Rowling.
Age: 12
Personality: Tough, Funny, Witty, Dangerous.
Appearence: Muscular, Usually Shirtless, Backwards Cap, Dollar-Sign Tattoo.
Inventory: $500, 2 handguns (signature weapons), combat knife, bible, box of cigars.
Picture:

heres my app

"We might want to rid it of all its inhabitants first."

Well, since Apocalypse is over, sadly, I may as well join this.
Quote from: Application Sheet
Name: Jake Kosh
Age: 15
Personality: Calm, usually able to tolerate nearly anyone. Laid back, doesn't really care for much and just goes with the flow of things.
Appearance: 5'10" Rather dark blonde hair. Gray-blue eyes. Skinny.
Inventory: HK USP Compact Tactical(Full clip. 5 extra clips.), a Combat Knife.
Clothing: A dark red hoodie and a pair of plain denim jeans.
Previous RPs: Apocalypse, Broken World, Highler Ridge, and a few others I forget the names of.

"Follow me." He said, sprinting through the landscape, coming upon a decent fort, with broken cars and scrapmetal walls, one of the gates made of a iron fence that wasn't used from the old graveyard. When they were all in, he pulled down the lever. The ground was covered with wood, meaning it wasn't that bad. There was a small tunnel leading underground. It was in the middle of a small, safe haven with clean water, and grassy plains, about 5000 yards out on all sides, defended further by iron spike-fences.

Slight god-mod, but okay.

I walked in. "Looks nice. I'd prefer an aboveground shelter, considering I just spent the last ten years underground."

Forum: GamerKing99
Name: Richie "Rowdy" Rowling.
Age: 12
Personality: Tough, Funny, Witty, Dangerous.
Appearence: Muscular, Usually Shirtless, Backwards Cap, Dollar-Sign Tattoo.
Inventory: $500, 2 handguns (signature weapons), combat knife, bible, box of cigars.
Picture:

heres my app
aww yeah same game age <high fives>

@Gamer

Declined in my opinion.

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Sorry, it's a pre-made base. "The area's clean, it took me six months to get it together." He said, entering. "There's not that bad of land, clean drinking water, it's safe to take off your gasmask, plus inside I have some ammo."


@Gamer

Declined in my opinion.

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Sorry, it's a pre-made base. "The area's clean, it took me six months to get it together." He said, entering. "There's not that bad of land, clean drinking water, it's safe to take off your gasmask, plus inside I have some ammo."
Why

Forum: GamerKing99
Name: Richie "Rowdy" Rowling.
Age: 12
Personality: Tough, Funny, Witty, Dangerous.
Appearence: Muscular, Usually Shirtless, Backwards Cap, Dollar-Sign Tattoo.
Inventory: $500, 2 handguns (signature weapons), combat knife, bible, box of cigars.
Picture:

heres my app

A single mistake, and you're out, got it?

Sorry, it's a pre-made base. "The area's clean, it took me six months to get it together." He said, entering. "There's not that bad of land, clean drinking water, it's safe to take off your gasmask, plus inside I have some ammo."

"Got it." I stepped inside, removing the gasmask.

Sits down on the floor "Man i'm tired. Should we rest?"

"You can. I need to find some more weapons. This pistol is good, but not exactly an assault rifle.

I have a feeling Gamer is going to screw so much up.

I got out of my scrap bed and pulled my filthy blanket off of me.
I looked around, several makeshift medical stuff scattered around.
"Might as well find some more guts to make stuff with" I mumbled as I climbed up my ladder.
I pulled the hatch off of the opening and climbed out before pulling my mask over my face.
"Let's get going"

He removed his own, "Hell, it's been long since I've been here." He said, "Red!" He called out, only for there to be a fox-like yap, a slightly wounded fox running over. "Hey there, buddy." He crouched down to the fox, rubbing it behind the ear.