Author Topic: Wasteland: Evolved (innawoods) NO SLOTS LEFT  (Read 20663 times)

"Ngh.." I groan, slowly rising from my sleeping bag. I had slept overnight at my town's small airstrip that no one probably knew about. I had gone there to escape the chaos, if you could call it that, of the town the couple weeks before. Eyeballing my plane, I begin to roll up my sleeping bag.

"Good."  He said, "Now what is your business here?"

"Good."  He said, "Now what is your business here?"
"Trying to get to Canada, to survive, to live."

"Damn, does this forest ever end?"
A survivor named Devan Jill has been wandering through a forest for about an hour, looking for an end.
"According to this map it say I'm already a half a mile out!" he says frustrated, but only now he realizes that his compass has been acting up.
"God damn compass, almost useless now."
He decides to just walk straight, hoping for an end.

goddammit I know jack stuff about guns and I don't know how attachments work and I don't know where my ammo was. loving hell.

Isaak opened the door and rushed into the building as fast as he could. He didn't bother closing the front door, as it was easy to get through and not exactly cover. He ran to the second floor and opened the nearest door, rushed into it, and closed it behind him. Looking around the room, he noticed it was a girl's room, some of the things in the room were slightly tarnished from the explosion, but everything remained intact nonetheless. This whole house was actually very nice, but Isaak quickly realised that he was supposed to be defending his life, and not reminiscing the past. He rushed into the closet and left a tiny crack for him to see through.

goddammit I know jack stuff about guns and I don't know how attachments work and I don't know where my ammo was. loving hell.
It's pretty loving simple.
"Trying to get to Canada, to survive, to live."
"Mmh.  Aren't we all."

goddammit I know jack stuff about guns and I don't know how attachments work and I don't know where my ammo was. loving hell.
we might be able to let you in, muslim. Just create another character and if it's good I'll accept it and you can play.

Once the sleeping bag's rolled up, I. Pick up my bag and pouches and walk slowly towards the plane. Once there, I open the pilots side door and throw my stuff into the co-pilots seat. I then start to walk around the aircraft, closely examining the exterior.

"Mmh.  Aren't we all."
"Yea, we are. I wanted the gas can because i thought it would help me survive. Didn't know it was yours. Listen, I'm tired and I got 2 warm beers in my pack. You wanna sit down and crack them open?"

Once the sleeping bag's rolled up, I. Pick up my bag and pouches and walk slowly towards the plane. Once there, I open the pilots side door and throw my stuff into the co-pilots seat. I then start to walk around the aircraft, closely examining the exterior.
don't for get to check the fuel tank brother

After wandering around some more, I give up and plop down. I take a big drink of water and think about the little things I used to have. Although this made me a little depressed, It was the only thing I could really remember. I decided to take out my deck of cards and start playing some solitaire.


Isaak hid there for quite a while, it might've been an hour or just ten minutes, he'll never know. But one thing's for sure, whatever was in the bushes didn't follow him.

After everything checked out, I hopped in and buckled my seatbelt. "I gotta get out of here." Starting with the battery switch, I run through the engine starting procedures. As the turbines begin spinning the propeller faster and faster, it echoes through the Forrest, farther and farther.