Author Topic: Salvation: An Unoriginal Rp on an Unoriginal Format!  (Read 15606 times)

I walked until I came across a Glaktatian Tank.
It was dusty and worn with a burn mark and ripple across the side.
David decided to use it for now.

*I start thinking negative thoughts and I ask for a grabage can*
"You ok? well be landing in about 5 minutes..."

(Facepalm, what are you talking about? This is real life.)

*I didn't get an answer so I puke in a garbage bag that I found laying around*

"Oh god... why me?"

*Phobia developed, Hemophobia*

"You ok? well be landing in about 5 minutes..."

(Facepalm, what are you talking about? This is real life.)
But you're flying a plane...
;-;

But you're flying a plane...
;-;
I have my students pilot liscence in real life :I I've also helped take off and fly a Kingair before...

I have my students pilot liscence in real life :I I've also helped take off and fly a Kingair before...
oh.
well driving an alienated tank can't be THAT hard...
Amirite :C

As we start descending I say, "Everyone ok back there?"

"Wait, I don't even-"
I stared at the half-English symbols.
"...Know how to drive a normal tank."

I walked until I came across a Glaktatian Tank.
It was dusty and worn with a burn mark and ripple across the side.
David decided to use it for now.

/flashback

We land and set up a temporary camp around the plane, "Why don't you go find a car and scout for supplies in the town, (Tomcats name here)." I stay and tend to (Kochie's name here) and Jacov's wounds.

"Ow. Ow, ow, OW! Can't believe that bitch shot me."

"(Tomcat's name), we need some more food and water."

Stats: No change

I've begun to search throughout Houston for all that I need for my plan. To start, radio waves are pretty clear today, so I'm assuming the worst. I've used a forklift to move jersey barriers around my hovel, as well as gathering chain link fence and barbed wire. My hovel is now a fortress.

I'm going around Houston in an old pickup going house to house, taking weapons, ammunition, and non-perishable foods. These I store in my fort. At this point, nothing short of a small army with explosives will get to me if thins go bad, and even then I'l still inflict some dammage.

Aside from that, I've picked up an interesting transmission, morning's still kicking, seemed a good guy on a few servers, I've tried contacting him through his radio, but no response yet. Best case scenario, I get a companion out of this.

"Groaaaan... My legs..."

"Do you need some medicine to knock you out?"