Alright, if I can't be a creature.. that should have been in the main post, to avoid confusion.
Also, list in the main post what major factions there are.
Atleast tell me the NCR exist, so I can at least hunt for some of that Elite Riot Gear.
California is under chinese control, so... no. The brunt of this RP is based off of lore from Nonnel's nation RP.
it would be cool if this was experiencing the same events as the nation rp topic
like if somebody does something to the USA in the topic, it would happen here
I plan to do this. Unfortunately, the nation RP is approx. a season a day, whereas this is only about... yeah, a day per day, give or take.
Marcus returns by helicopter with the soldiers while the Coast Guard take their men to Haldimand Bay with their three boats. They also bring two transport boats and a high speed patrol boat.
The fourth boat is unable to be repaired and is thus scuttled to prevent anyone from looting her.
Including him, their number now stands at 30. He then reports his progress back to Camp Grayling.
With the entirety of the Guard division together, Marcus takes to making fortifications, starting on the island. The dockyards and sheltered bay are fortified with scrap wood and metal. The lighthouse, the entrance of the bay, stands as an excellent guard post, and he has it fortified as well, with a 3 man watch there at all times.
The temporary lodgings at the airfield are expanded, and one disused hangar is converted into the command center and barracks. Marcus also plans to construct a proper command center at Fort Holmes, but until the supplies for proper buildings are obtained, this is impossible to do.
Camp Grayling reports that they've recently made a deal with some civilians and are now acquiring a nice amount of cement. You can get a split of it, if necessary.
I head over to the city to do some daily looting. I mainly check the stores- food and water might be running low, as it always is, so its possible some stuff from them could help.
You find three cases of bottled water, 3 chip bags, a chocolate bar, and 12 cans of food.
You also find basic painkillers such as tylenol, and some medical gauze... after placing the gauze in your bag, you look up and through the pharmacy's glass entrance into the street. There's a group of men, all armed, following an SUV that's slowly leading them.
"forgetin' rigged," I say, jokingly. A couple of hours later we approach one of our superiors for a task.
"There's a group of deserters that have been loving with us ever since North Dakota became independent. We believe they're camping out in the hills a little north of here. As far as we know they're mostly privates, with little experience in gunfights besides their raids on civilians. I want your squad to deal with them. They don't have any armed vehicles, so your engineer won't have to do anything suicidal. Any questions?"
I wake up in the basement of a casino.
"Maaan, what the forget happened?"
A man who was opening an old keg of beer in the corner pipes up:
"I'm gonna go ahead and guess it went somethin' like this: The bombs dropped. You panicked, and headed here. You got wasted. You woke up in some hellhole in or nearby Las Vegas. You got wasted. Rinse and repeat."
I looked up at the man with a daze, emerging from a dream of a better time, when my city was young and the technological capital it was, and my family in the suburbs with mother's freshly baked bread on sundays after church, i did my best to get up but i was extremely disorientated seeing almost triple his figure as vision was impaired but restored after a faint ringing sound and an even brighter light
"What's your name" asks the man
I began to sign him hoping he'd understand me, it wasn't that I was rude, I was born without a tongue, but as was good for i could cross no one with my words
"Oh, uh, sorry. I forgot about your... oral dilemma. Sadly, I don't know sign. I'm guessing you can shake your head and not, though, so bear with me. I'm gonna state a letter, and if it's the next one in your name then I want you to nod. If it isn't, then shake your head. Alright?"
5 minutes later, the man has completed figuring out your name.
"Ah. So you're Markus. I'm Jacob. I hope you don't mind, but we had to, uh, pump you full of meds. You're gonna be weak and disoriented for a while, so it'd be best to get used to it. It was either that or leaving you to die of radiation poisoning, after all..."
