Author Topic: Wasteland: Evolved (innawoods) NO SLOTS LEFT  (Read 20762 times)

Eventually, i give up on the radio and pull out some charts. After looking over them thoroughly and checking my watch, I estimated we'd be in Seattle in about 15 minutes. Nonetheless, I don't wake the man I'd just met.

"Da, let's go."
"Okay. Lead the way pioneer." After I say that, I see a plane flying over head. "I think we should follow that instead. Might lead us to supplies."
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"It is leading South.  We must go North."

"It is leading South.  We must go North."
"But we could get more supplies, or get a ride to the north. One increases how long we live, one makes the trip shorter. None of those things are bad? Right?"

"It would be too much of a setback.  And who's to say they won't take off before we get there?  Let's keep going."

After a soft landing (Sea Tac), I taxi the aircraft to the general aviation ramp. I shut the engine down and unbuckle my seatbelts. "Hey buddy, we're here. Lets hop out." I say right before stepping out of the old Caravan. The place was completely dead. Abandoned everything, even jumbo jets. "This is messed up.."

"It would be too much of a setback.  And who's to say they won't take off before we get there?  Let's keep going."
"Alright. Lead the way pioneer."

Cherenkov takes out his compass, flipping the top of it open and making sure he's facing north.  He begins walking that direction.

Cherenkov takes out his compass, flipping the top of it open and making sure he's facing north.  He begins walking that direction.
"Cherenkov, I really do need supplies, and I think a plane ride would be great. I'm going to the airplane." I begin walking to the airport, in Seattle.

"Very well, tovarische.  I wish you luck on your travels."

Liam Mason
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From Corvallis, Oregon
A member of a group of conspiracy theorists who foresaw the impending war and were prepared for it from the start. The other three members of Liam's group had left him for dead when he had failed to arrive at their previous rendezvous point, but he is confident that he can make it on his own against whatever he may find. Proficient with most firearms and self taught in hand-to-hand combat and basic first aid, he has a somewhat manipulative personality, valuing others less because they are people and more because they could offer benefits to him.

it is a truly hellish place, no one has ever escaped
How do you  guys make the little avatar thing?


Waiting for the man to come to his senses, I take a cigarette out and light it up.

I climb into the front of the plane and open the door to get out. As I hop out I notice that the airport is completely dead.
"Must've hit harder here than it did where we were."
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"stuff..." I throw my cigarette down, "We need fuel. Why don't you go in the terminal and see what you can find."