Salvation: An Unoriginal Rp on an Unoriginal Format!

[Plethora]

Name: Macus Walter
Age: 17
Inventory: Swiss Army Knife, Bandages, Compass, matches, hatchet, food & water, Map
Location: South Carolina, United States
Status:Healthy
Companions: None
Mood: Who cares about that?

I've gone up to the radio tower, it's the best one in miles, has its own generator and solar panels too. I've sent out a relaying message of who I am and where I'm headed. Aside from my own transmission, the airwaves are pretty clear. Some encrypted messages and a lot of white noise. If anyone's broadcasting, I'm not hearing it from here.

Transmission reads: "I am Marcus Walter, everyone I know is dead. I'm heading to Houston Texas."

I've grabbed a topographical map of North America, and Houston seems to be a good location to head for. I won't try my hand at driving just yet, figure I'll have to walk much of the way anyhow. Aside from that, I've picked up a .44 rifle and as much ammunition as I can carry from a gun shop. I've got a bike, and so, westward I go.

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[morningstar]

Name: Jeffrey Duncan *****
Age: 13
Inventory: Beef Jerky | Cans | Flask | Laptop | Flashlight | HAM Radio | Remington 1911 R1 | 3 .45 APC Mags |
Location: Knox, Ohio
Status: Driving
Companions: Fate and Ginger (both cats);
Mood: Neutral

     I flip open my laptop.  "Oh, dear god, why didn't I think of this before!?!?"  I go into the forums (apparently under changes, because the topic names are all different).  I go into one labelled "Locations"...  Hurry up and boot, computer.  I go into the first topic, or "Dallas" and write that I will be there A.S.A.P.  Seeing as it is the one with the most activity I think this is wise.  I realize there is a glove compartment to the car and immediately find glasses, no... brochures, no... HAM Radio?  Weirdo...  A flashlight, I'll take it.  I stop by a gas station and fill up.  It is a long trip after all. 
     I also take a break to use the restrooms.  I park the car and check more residences.  Pretty soon I find what I have been looking for for a looooong time.  Finally a gun!  It is a Remington 1911 R1.  I also find 3 magazines.  I am still taking directions from the car's GPS (thanks the lord I found one) and am well on the way. 
*days go by*
     Is that Houston on my GPS?  I may be saved!  I just have to wait and see!  After all, I lost most of my stuff in a flood.  Sigh. 

[Mikoyan]

I taxi to the GA parking and pull the mixture cutting off the engine. "forgetin hot." I say as I open the door. I open the back cargo door and get out some water, "Going to need to take out these back seats," I say as I spot a private maintenance hangar. I walk over to the hangar and begin looking for some tools.

[mp7964]

Code: [Select]

Name: MP6767 :3
Age: 17
Location: Fredricksburg, Texas - Boone Ranch
Inventory: |Kitchen Knife|8 pieces of beef jerky|Beretta 9mm|3 9mm mags, 54 rounds|Black hoody|Laptop|Verizon mobile internet card| PS3 + controller|
Status: On the way to the ranch.
Companions: Leo [Dog]
Mood: Relieved
Finally, I found a HAM radio in good condition. I am sitting in my saferoom, checking the radio out, plugging it in, etc. I go on the forums and post a topic called "HAM Radio channels". In it, I post my radio channel [35.31], and some general information about HAM radio usage. Time to wait for replys.

*35 minutes later*

I suppose I'll try some other stations. I go on Google and search airline radio channels, and scroll thorough general ones, like ABIA, LAX, DFW, etc. I try them all in that order.

Me: "ABIA tower, do you copy."
ABIA: *static*
Me: "ABIA tower, do you copy."
ABIA: *static*
Me: "Damn it..."

Me: "LAX, do you copy. Tower or otherwise"
LAX: *static*
Me: "stuff."

Me: "DFW, do you copy"
DFW: "[Your go, Gojira]"

[Mikoyan]

I roll a big toolbox back to my airplane and begin working, I manage to get 1 seat and it's tracks off of the plane when a loud voice talks over my radio, "DFW, do you copy?" I jump back amd hit my head on the wing strut, "Agh! Yes, who's this?"


(lolol not Gojira)

[Kochieboy]

*I keep the sculpture for "safekeeping" and continue to explore the munitions facility*

*Zeus rests in the bedroom*

"Man, *cough*, we need better ventilation..."

[Mikoyan]

I continue working on taking out the back seats, It's a good thing I've been to work with my Grandfather so many times. I start to take out the last seat besides the pilots seat, "Whew," I say sweat rolling down my face. It's big enough now I could probably fit 2 sleeping bags back here. "I wonder where those other 2 people are.."

[Gojira]

"Look for an abandoned factory. Yes, Alex, I'm talking to you."

[Kochieboy]

*Smoke billows from the pit*

"Jacov!!! We need to vent the area or we will all die of CO₂ poisoning!!!"

[Gojira]

*Smoke billows from the pit*

"Jacov!!! We need to vent the area or we will all die of CO₂ poisoning!!!"

I turn on the AC.
"Was that so hard?"

[Mikoyan]

"What? I'm all the way at DFW dude."

[mp7964]

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Name: MP6767 :3
Age: 17
Location: Fredricksburg, Texas - Boone Ranch
Inventory: |Kitchen Knife|8 pieces of beef jerky|Beretta 9mm|3 9mm mags, 54 rounds|Black hoody|Laptop*|Verizon mobile internet card|PS3 + controller*|
Status: At the ranch, in saferoom.
Companions: Leo [Dog]
Mood: :pokerface:
*Plugged in, on.

I roll a big toolbox back to my airplane and begin working, I manage to get 1 seat and it's tracks off of the plane when a loud voice talks over my radio, "DFW, do you copy?" I jump back amd hit my head on the wing strut, "Agh! Yes, who's this?"

"That's not important at the moment. Get your plane in the air and fly to 6.353 North, 5.32 East. Land on the pasture, I will have spotlights shining in the air, day and night, and a fog machine. Look for red fog. Out." [Ololol fake coords]

[Kochieboy]

I turn on the AC.
"Was that so hard?"

*Smoke clears away*

*Since my throat was dry I run up to find some water bottles packed away*

[Gojira]

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Name: MP6767 :3
Age: 17
Location: Fredricksburg, Texas - Boone Ranch
Inventory: |Kitchen Knife|8 pieces of beef jerky|Beretta 9mm|3 9mm mags, 54 rounds|Black hoody|Laptop*|Verizon mobile internet card|PS3 + controller*|
Status: At the ranch, in saferoom.
Companions: Leo [Dog]
Mood: :pokerface:
*Plugged in, on.
"That's not important at the moment. Get your plane in the air and fly to 6.353 North, 5.32 East. Land on the pasture, I will have spotlights shining in the air, day and night, and a fog machine. Look for red fog. Out." [Ololol fake coords]

"He's already coming to us. Alex, the factory is only about a mile east from the airport!"

[Kochieboy]

*I refresh my self with a fresh water bottle*

"Ahhhh... much better..."

"Let the exploring continue!"

*I continue to explore the factory*