Author Topic: Salvation: An Unoriginal Rp on an Unoriginal Format!  (Read 15595 times)

"Goddamn," I say "might as well find a ride while I'm here."

*Talking to Gojira*

"We're going to need a bigger airplane if we'll be hauling all if this, can't work this good ol 210 so hard!"

*I find a unlocked door, the dust left on it block some the words on it.*

*Re___or _o n_t e_t_r*

"Hmmm..."

*I clean off the door*

*It now reads "Reactor: do not enter"*

"Hey Jacov, come here!"

(G2G: Bedtime)

Holy God posts.

Name: Max Nappy
Age: 14
Location: New York, New York - Nappy Mobile, Water Bed
Inventory: Baseball Bat - Can of Orange Soda
Wearing: Sandals, Plaid Pajama Pants, White Shirt, Black Jacket, Bowler Hat, Medical Mask
Status: Sleeping
Companions: Daisy the Ferret
Mood: Bored

I let out a soft sigh and walk over to the elevator. "Good thing these are actually working." I mutter to myself. As the elevator makes it's way to the first floor I pet Daisy lightly as she peeks out from my pocket. "We'll find somebody soon... I hope..." I say with sadness as I exit the elevator. "Wonder if Star is around somewhere..." I mutter, getting bored again. Exiting the building, I hop into my van and drift to sleep on the water bed in the back.

*I find a unlocked door, the dust left on it block some the words on it.*

*Re___or _o n_t e_t_r*

"Hmmm..."

*I clean off the door*

*It now reads "Reactor: do not enter"*

"Hey Jacov, come here!"

(G2G: Bedtime)
"Coming! Oooh! It says do not enter! THAT MUST MEAN WE NEED TO ENTER! Not."

"Goddamn," I say "might as well find a ride while I'm here."

*Talking to Gojira*

"We're going to need a bigger airplane if we'll be hauling all if this, can't work this good ol 210 so hard!"
"I can fly, or I at least think that I can, fly a 75- wait, not tall enough. Only four feet and ten inches."

"A 75? I can fly a good sized 2 engine aircraft, prop of course, considering all the time I've done with my grandfather. I've actually had over 125 hours in a Beech King Air, I'd just need a Co-pilot/Helper."
« Last Edit: December 13, 2011, 10:44:52 PM by Mikoyan »

"A 75? I can fly a good sized 2 engine aircraft, prop of course, considering all the time I've done with my grandfather. I've actually had over 125 hours in a Beech King Air, I'd just need a Co-pilot/Helper."
"A 757 is what I meant. I could be your Co-pilot if you want."

"Hah, flying a 757 is a LOT harder than you'd think my friend." (Just look up Kingair on wiki) "I don't have a ride, so y'all will have to drive here."

I actually know how to fly a helicopter


and drive a tank


>:)

I actually have my student's pilot liscence.

"Hah, flying a 757 is a LOT harder than you'd think my friend." (Just look up Kingair on wiki) "I don't have a ride, so y'all will have to drive here."
"Damn good thing I know the way. Also, I logged a few hours with a yoke and pedals, in a simulator, in a 787, a 757, a P-51, and plenty of others, before this whole damn thing happened."
« Last Edit: December 14, 2011, 02:03:38 AM by Gojira »

Anyone here in Civil Air Patrol or similar programs? My buddy is in CAP, but I'm too out of shape to join. (Physical Examinations.)

Ironically, yes I'm in CAP. Chief Master Seargant here.

B)

"Simulators are a lot different than real life, Would you mind stopping and getting some camping gear?"

"Simulators are a lot different than real life, Would you mind stopping and getting some camping gear?"
"That's true, and I actually have a bed and a forgetton of food. And a Jeep. And a bunch of camping gear that I found in the trunk. Now, let's find the Beech King Air and get the hell outta here, man."

Name: Thomas
Age: 16
Location: Texas
Inventory: Machete | Keys to Oddessy | Clothes | Multi-way Radio | Matches | Multitool | Flashlight | Backpack | Duffel Bag with Shotgun, Pistol, and ammunition.
Status: Driving
Companions: None
Mood: Tired

     Thomas pulled over in front of the airport, right in front of a two-engine airplane. The Beech King Air was instantly recognizable with the type of aircraft labeled on the side. He took out the duffel bag, took out the shotgun and pistol, and loaded both. He drove the car into a nearby garage, and waited until night in hiding.