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atomic ray	Feb 25 2009, 02:55 AM Post #1
Wasteland Lighthouse Keeper Posts: 37 Group: Members Member #10 Joined: Aug 4, 2008	Overview: 2021 and all is not well in the world...it started in the USA, the bread belt of the American way of life collapsed under the weight of the impact of the asteroid named Conquest...a fine white powder covered six states and the resulting cascading viral disaster left the USA unable to feed itself.....soon after Russia and North Korea come to an understanding, complete all out War...China joins in, India and Pakistan come to another such understanding...and Asia is burning within a week.....when things could not get worse, all airports closed and held by various military factions or burned by terrorists...the collective nations within the Middle Eastern oil belt discover that without the big 7 watching over their shoulders that they could do whatever they want...an oil famine begins as the Middle East is reduced to sections of blast glass......finally to close the worst year man as ever known...the future of the Earth is pale...the greatest blood born sickness to date mutates and gets ugly...the new and vastly more horrific HIV opens the final seal of hell and humanity shudders as life and hope exhales. A year later the newly sick just will not stay down...they linger and fester...driven by an unquenchable thirst and an in satiable hunger the Withered Ones bring down anything that breathes and anyone that is untainted by the Black Death....these waves of Withered are proving to be the final straw......anyone who wants to live and has any hope of a future must escape from the mainland and it must happen without delay.... Southern coastal wastelands of Texas...there are 13 ships, boats, and barges stand ready to leave the horror behind...only one thing stands in their way...a madman and his bomb. You are the worst of the worst...scum, prison rats, killers, and the only hope these settlers have. You are offered more than you deserve...a place within the fleet...a place within the group...but first you have to stop this crazy man and stop his bomb. You have 5 days...maybe...the fires have kept the Withered beyond the settlement, but they have died away and the soot covered masses are creeping ever closer...4 or 5 days, maybe. Name your character (no muties, psi, or cyborgs in this one) and keep one thing in mind....you all know each other, from the long days and nights in federal prison (TX)(secluded facilities made it through the first wave of death....and meet up at the old freighter docks or walk away... My guy is: Gregor Ivansovich...Russian mobster, left behind by his family to take the full measure of their efforts, good with a rifle, better with a shotgun, and magic with a knife...90% of his face, neck, and head is heavily scarred from a chemical fire...no hair, wide eyed, fused ears, nearly lipless..."Ivan" is a true horror show...but he also likes to play practical jokes, is a classically trained chef, and collects action figures. Best of all Ivan knows who the bomber is and since he can't get his face back, he intends to make an example of the man who burned his off...even if it is his brother. Ivan was 3 years into his 99 year sentence. As a personal upper, Ivan wears a prison guard uniform; name tag says Smith...makes him chuckle, a common name for a unique face. He is horrific but still finds the time to laugh, it sounds like a cat caught in a plastic bag full of packing peanuts...please do not tell him any jokes, especially right after lunch. Your character? (the clock is ticking, literally...tick tick tick)
	Give me an empathic conjoined twin in my gut or a hive of mutant wasps living in my hunchback...mutant gaming bliss.


v_lazy_dragon	Feb 25 2009, 09:28 AM Post #2
Enforcer Posts: 3,999 Group: Admins Member #3 Joined: Jul 24, 2008	Name: Clay Rodell, Caucasian Male Age: 36 Eyes: Grey Hair: Brown Height: 6'2" Weight: 198lbs Crime/s: Murder of 2 Federal officers during capture, Following Robbery of a Federal reserve bank. Suscpected connections to at least 20 cases of homicide or multiple homoicide, 6 cases of armed robbery, 9 cases of assault. Sentance: Death. Clay spent almost 2 years on Death row before release Clay was a mercenary of crime. If you wanted someone dead, or if you needed some extra fire-power on a heist; he was one of THE men to talk to. Border line psychotic, Clay doesn't really care about people - he has no fear of Death; and holding his own life so lightly makes everyone else's lives equally irrelevant. Clay isn't brutal or sadistic - just dispassionate. Coming from a strict Christian family, Clay turned to crime in his late teens. Ever after being told that the gun was the 'Devils right hand' by his mother, he became fascinated with them. He described the first time he picked up a pistol as one of the most memorable moments in his life as, in his words 'it fitted perfectly, and just belonged there'. Clay's ability with a firearm is awesome to belhold. ambidextrous, he's as good ashot with either hand; and at one point (at the beginning of his career) was charted to be the fasted gun hand in the Southern Mid-west. Criminality unfolded from this fascination & lack of care. A drifter, clay never stayed with any criminal group long - some have described Clay as the last gunslinger, due to the way he drifts from town to town, job to job. Clay is a good shot with most long arms, and is a good enough knife fighter. But where he really excels is pistols. Any sort will do, but perefers revolvers. Currently, Clay is dressed in a black t-shirt, beige combats and paratrooper drop boots under a brown leather duster. A 'quick-draw' cowboy style double holstered pistol belt complets his rig. Edited by v_lazy_dragon, Feb 25 2009, 09:25 PM.
	-Xander "I know not what weapons WWIII will be fought with, but WW IV will be fought with sticks and stones" Einstein. Check out my modern wargaming website: Black-Ops-Command


atomic ray	Feb 25 2009, 08:39 PM Post #3
Wasteland Lighthouse Keeper Posts: 37 Group: Members Member #10 Joined: Aug 4, 2008	<broken English> Ahh yes K'lay...I noo ah rat lika you would make oo're way down 'ere. <вы готовые для того чтобы получить некоторую работу сделано> (with that crooked grin that makes most people a bit uneasy) <broken English> Woork Woork, time to geet to work, da? ....GM note...time is ticking away, the latest runner has the withered working their way up the coast and fast...3 days at the most...the main freighter has 36 shipping/cargo containers loaded with generators, fuel, supplies, chickens, pigs, seed, etc...and lots of dirt?.....by the by, when you see a withered one...aim for the head, spine, or the heart...or better still burn them...
	Give me an empathic conjoined twin in my gut or a hive of mutant wasps living in my hunchback...mutant gaming bliss.


Just Another Raider	Feb 25 2009, 09:21 PM Post #4
Raider King Posts: 940 Group: Members Member #49 Joined: Sep 29, 2008	Name: Patric 'Soap' Corso Age: 29 Eyes: Hazel Hair: Dirty Blond Height: 5'11 and a half Weight:173 Crimes: 31 Counts of Armed Robbery, 2 Murder's of Police Officers, 1 Attemped Bombing. Ran a Extorin racket. Notes: Born in Ireland, he moved to the States with his family when he was 16. His school carrer was averge, with a almost perfect behavoir reord. He went t college for 2 Years, majoring in History. He was kicked out after he was found trying to place a bomb in a college dorm. He quickly ratted out who forced him to plant the bomb, and Soap spent a year in prison. When he had gotten out, he was linked to 3 Inmate Deaths. When he left the prison, he became a Freelance Robber. So, when omeone needed extra muscle for a Robbery, they hired him. After a string of sucessfull robbery's, he was caught after he threw a bar Soap at someone. They found a partial and arrtesed him. After getting out, he opened up a Extorin racket that was sucessful until he killed 2 police officers. After that, he was sent to a Texas pen. Wears a Cowboy hat, Nike sneakers, a Brown hoody and jeans.



v_lazy_dragon	Feb 25 2009, 09:37 PM Post #5
Enforcer Posts: 3,999 Group: Admins Member #3 Joined: Jul 24, 2008	<Mid-western drawl> "Well Gregor, what can I say... these guys were lookin' like the best offer I was goin' to get..." (Clay stares back at Gregor completely unphased by the facil mutiliation) <Mid-western drawl>"But yeah - I guess we had best be gettin' to work." (Clay flicks back his coat and runs his hands subconciously over his pistol grips.) <Mid-western drawl>"Who's the guy in the cowboy hat?"
	-Xander "I know not what weapons WWIII will be fought with, but WW IV will be fought with sticks and stones" Einstein. Check out my modern wargaming website: Black-Ops-Command


Just Another Raider	Feb 25 2009, 09:50 PM Post #6
Raider King Posts: 940 Group: Members Member #49 Joined: Sep 29, 2008	"The best fucking beankrobber!" quickly pipped Soap. "And i persoanlly would like to get off this wreck as fast as possible, so, shall we go?" Puttin a shell into the chamber of his shotgun, he don' the bandoiler of ammo. "I say that, since im the youngest and have a lo to live for, i'll take point"



atomic ray	Feb 26 2009, 03:27 AM Post #7
Wasteland Lighthouse Keeper Posts: 37 Group: Members Member #10 Joined: Aug 4, 2008	GM note: the level of trust is quite low so the Fleet Commander has posted a handful of the warf dwarves (orphans) to trail the hired hands...always in shadow and whistling (they use the whistles to communicate...the withered ones have weak ears and are nearly deaf in the range of the whistles)... A handful (5) grubby kids are sitting on a large crate in the middle of dock 21...waiting, whistling, and whispering <whistle> smallest kid points down at the box once the characters notice them and the kids scatter like a bomb went off...gone in seconds Ivan : <broken English> ey 'ate soprizees, bah (spits...drools...wipes)
	Give me an empathic conjoined twin in my gut or a hive of mutant wasps living in my hunchback...mutant gaming bliss.


atomic ray	Feb 26 2009, 03:43 AM Post #8
Wasteland Lighthouse Keeper Posts: 37 Group: Members Member #10 Joined: Aug 4, 2008	GM note: on dock 22 just across the cut is the freighter "Eden Found"...loaded to the rails with the containers, people crawling all over the ship, busy, busy, busy...and all that dirt, tons of it... ...sunset...in the distance...is the "Black Death" a converted port pilot boat, a guider tug boat passing the blockade of barges that blocks the remaining access to the sea...and there are shadows moving around those barges...apparently this crazy bomber is not alone....a fire starts on one of the barges, a small fire, and it swings out over the water, suspended....then it is clear what it is...a person, still kicking and screaming....it begins...
	Give me an empathic conjoined twin in my gut or a hive of mutant wasps living in my hunchback...mutant gaming bliss.


v_lazy_dragon	Feb 26 2009, 08:22 AM Post #9
Enforcer Posts: 3,999 Group: Admins Member #3 Joined: Jul 24, 2008	<Mid-western drawl> "Well... lets see whass in the crate; seeing as how we've been told to"
	-Xander "I know not what weapons WWIII will be fought with, but WW IV will be fought with sticks and stones" Einstein. Check out my modern wargaming website: Black-Ops-Command


atomic ray	Feb 26 2009, 03:22 PM Post #10
Wasteland Lighthouse Keeper Posts: 37 Group: Members Member #10 Joined: Aug 4, 2008	Ivan : <broken English> oo go look...eey keep my eye on dat (pointing to the second burning body on different barge) (Ivan breaks out a pair of nice binos, there is a whirring noise as the night vision kicks in) (Ivan pops a couple tic tacs, and smiles...kinda...he had always liked the cinnamon ones) Ivan : <broken English> eey look now...brown cow (smiles...kinda) (points to a small settler fleet boat making it's way to the two burning bodies) GM notes : with caution or not the box is explored by someone...with at least a dozen warf dwarfs watching from the shadows, you hear them mostly...the box is loaded with a dozen backpack mounted flame throwers (expertly made from welding equipment, gas cylinders, and freshly painted with a large skate boarder style burning skull decal), a police grade sniper rifle http://www.remingtonle.com/rifles/m24.htm with a full box of rounds (24), 2 (14 each) cases of MREs (the good ones, not the burning metal self heaters), a collection of clean (new) white socks/t-shirts/underwear/and several sizes of standard military issue BDUs http://www.bdu.com/digital-tiger.html , along with some paperwork showing the docks/port/current fleet ships marked with level of importance/sentry points/etc., and a dozen police grade UHF band hand held radios with blue tooth style voice activated mics...and a note to check channel C13 <broken English> de fools are ooreedy deed (Ivan turns off his binos and takes a look at what is in the box...as he turns away the small fleet boat explodes) <broken English> ooooo sum nice preety preeties da? (reaches for a share of clothes and changes out of the cop uniform...smells his old socks (cause that is what guys do...you 'member), curses, offers the closest guy to him a chance to smell how stinky they are, and laughs (sounds like someone is being strangled...but smells fresh and cinnamony) ...Ivan takes a radio, fixes the mic to a ball cap (cause he doesn't have much of an ear lobe), and turns it on to channel C13 (radio chatter) <insert yelling in English and Spanish> <Break Break> <still unintelligible chatter> <Break Break!> <silence> <sentries report in order> <sentry tower 1 clear> <sentry tower 2 clear> .... .... <Break Break...sentry tower 3 this is Sgt Carson are you there?> <yes...(weakly)> <sentry tower 3 clear> <sentry post 4...I have a view of the Black Death and that bastard is eating dinner as if this is all just a show..> <sentry post 5 clear and I just heard from outpost 4...he has sighted those mother trucking zombies...Carson they are only a day away...how the hell did they get so close so fast...... <Break Break this is Sgt Carson, continue the reports and send a runner over to see if those prison scum have gotten their shit together yet...Jones you go...switch and answer on channel B7...over and continue with the reports> (more of the same) Edited by atomic ray, Feb 26 2009, 03:28 PM.
	Give me an empathic conjoined twin in my gut or a hive of mutant wasps living in my hunchback...mutant gaming bliss.


v_lazy_dragon	Feb 26 2009, 05:16 PM Post #11
Enforcer Posts: 3,999 Group: Admins Member #3 Joined: Jul 24, 2008	Clay changes into the tiger fatigues, pulling his duster over the fatigue jacket, and taking care to re-settle his holsters just right. Waving Ivans stinky socks away, he picks a couple of MREs & a spare pair of socks, stuffing them into the trouser cargo pockets. <mid-western drawl> "What? It never hurt to be prepared" He picks up a peaked cap and pulls down low over his eyes. Setting the radio to Channel 13, he fits the ear piece just in time to hear the report from sentry post 5. <mid-western drawl> "Glad to hear that these people appreciate us 'prison scum'. I figure we ought to sort out what heat people are carryin'. I'd rather not have a tank o lighter fuel on my back..."
	-Xander "I know not what weapons WWIII will be fought with, but WW IV will be fought with sticks and stones" Einstein. Check out my modern wargaming website: Black-Ops-Command


atomic ray	Feb 26 2009, 05:25 PM Post #12
Wasteland Lighthouse Keeper Posts: 37 Group: Members Member #10 Joined: Aug 4, 2008	WWWOWOWOWOOOOORROROROORRRRRRRRRRRRRRRROORORORORRORORORO.....(super loud siren sets off) <Break Break> <This is Sgt Carson...seal your doors and get to high ground...sentries have made multiple sightings of pack dogs> (loud speakers) HALT HALT HALT DOG PACKS SIGHTED ON THE DOCKS DOG PACKS SIGHTED ON THE DOCKS WOWOWOOOOORROROROORRRRRRRRRRRRRRRROORORORORRORORORO... Ivan...swears in Russian, grabs a handful of MREs, a flame thrower, some socks, and takes off like his ass was on fire, again...straight for the closest boat (a 45' pusher tug with a 6 barge load in front of it) and then up to the bridge <Jones>Damn it damn it damn it....(he rounds the ruined warehouse at dock 21 at a full dead run)...(heading right for the crate and the end of the dock)....HELPPPPPPPP! GM notes: directly behind Jones (50yr old gray hair) are a bunch (you can stop and count if you like...me I am assuming there are enough) of dogs on his ass...15-20 yards at the most and closing...it is 20 yards to the pusher tug...you do the math........dogs tend to precede the withered as they are eaten if the withered catch them.... Ivan drops all his stuff and looks around the bridge....ahhh shotgun!
	Give me an empathic conjoined twin in my gut or a hive of mutant wasps living in my hunchback...mutant gaming bliss.


v_lazy_dragon	Feb 26 2009, 06:16 PM Post #13
Enforcer Posts: 3,999 Group: Admins Member #3 Joined: Jul 24, 2008	<mid western drawl> "Sheeeiitt" Clay grabs the sniper rifle, stuffs the rifle ammo box into the pocket of his duster and then follows Ivan as fast as he can, leaping onto the tug momets after the russian, he drops the rifle and pulls his pistols, flicking the safety off his pair of Colt 1911A1's, turning to check the progress of the dogs and see what had happened to Jones & the cocky bank robber
	-Xander "I know not what weapons WWIII will be fought with, but WW IV will be fought with sticks and stones" Einstein. Check out my modern wargaming website: Black-Ops-Command


Just Another Raider	Feb 26 2009, 08:20 PM Post #14
Raider King Posts: 940 Group: Members Member #49 Joined: Sep 29, 2008	Soap bring's his shotgn up, quickly thinking of blowing up the 50 year old man, before looking at Clay. Thats when Soap firied a buckshot into the dog pack. Then he pumped the slide, bring another shell into the firing postion, which he pulled the trigger agian. "COMON FATASS! RUN!"



atomic ray	Feb 27 2009, 01:25 AM Post #15
Wasteland Lighthouse Keeper Posts: 37 Group: Members Member #10 Joined: Aug 4, 2008	GM notes: please feel free to add to the process beyond your own character input...use the details you have already and work with it, if you want to... lots and lots of dogs(25-30 mid size to large dogs)...teeth, fur, and more teeth.... first shotgun blast takes down 3 dogs and the remaining pack is startled and scatters...Jones is just as startled, trips, falls, tumbles, and lands face first onto the dock...a flare pops off just above dock 21.... (loud speakers) ALL AVAILABLE SECURITY PERSONNEL BLOCK OFF DOCK 21 DOG PACK ON DOCK 21 DOG PACK ON DOCK 21 small fire falls from the roof top...hits the center of the remaining pack and bursts into flame...a dozen dogs catch fire and the pack continues to scatter...3 dogs make their way towards a prone and motionless Jones Edited by atomic ray, Feb 27 2009, 01:28 AM.
	Give me an empathic conjoined twin in my gut or a hive of mutant wasps living in my hunchback...mutant gaming bliss.


v_lazy_dragon	Feb 27 2009, 08:35 AM Post #16
Enforcer Posts: 3,999 Group: Admins Member #3 Joined: Jul 24, 2008	Clay tkaes aim withthe right colt and opens up into the oncoming dogs - droppingthe first with a double tap, he switches to the next, missing its head but placing a round solidly in its side. It goes down, still yowling. (OOC) Ok, will do - you seem to be running it in a slightly more sturctured manner to how I do, hence I was tentative about how far to move things
	-Xander "I know not what weapons WWIII will be fought with, but WW IV will be fought with sticks and stones" Einstein. Check out my modern wargaming website: Black-Ops-Command


atomic ray	Feb 27 2009, 05:42 PM Post #17
Wasteland Lighthouse Keeper Posts: 37 Group: Members Member #10 Joined: Aug 4, 2008	GM notes: quick follow up...more sirens, two more packs were sighted at the North gate and the old grain loading dock...withered sighted by the North far post (Jose and Frank in retreat heading in to prepare for the fight or flight)...lots of chatter on several frequencies...the dogs on dock 21 were scattered, burned, or shot (4-5 cold stone killers can handle a few dogs...right?....Jones is appreciative and friendly, he explains that he just lost his best friend to a feral dog pack that numbered in the hundreds a few months back, so he was extra freaked by this encounter...Jones shows the gang to the bunk house and introduces the characters to the other hired guns and Sgt Carson...Carson was a veteran Houston Metro cop, no joke, serious, and professional...there is a clear understanding between the hire hands and who everyone was...more sirens...more burning settlers...more dogs...and no time The plan is to clear the port access, move the barges out of the way, remove the threat of the Black Death and its crazy bastard Capt, and move the fleet out of the area before the hordes of withered make their way to the docks...it is clear that there are not enough guns to stop them all...for the settlers to have any chance they must get underway and soon...it is clear that there are more teenagers and women than adult men...the settlers have skilled trades, a few Doctors, but not many qualified to use firearms with any real effectiveness...the "hired guns" were recruited by a fellow prison rat Mario "scarface" Hernandez...and Mario is en route from the East far post... The general issue is that no one knows who the crazy bastard is with the bomb...well someone does...but he first presented himself as an ship's engineer and made quick work of several problems with the selected fleet ships/boats...when he was not voted as the leader for the exodus he changed...there were a string of accidents, a few deaths, and assaults...fingers were pointed...before anything could be done to stop the madness...5 of the main ships along with a dozen quality skilled workers blew up...at the same time while on sea trials just outside the harbor...then from the smoke and horror came the Black Death...the blockade...and the demands...all men must step aside, all others are to board the main freighter, he will captain the settlers to their new hope in his vision...if not then he will let the withered tear them apart...and the burning bodies are people unaccounted for...Carson does not know who these people are... ...reports are in...withered sightings are coming in from all the far out posts (all in retreat), the out posts (holding out for now), and from the regulators (3 truck patrols) making the final rounds looking for survivors... ...all withered have a certain look...but early on, almost instantly the eyes bleed...so after the sickness kicks in the whites of the eyes are black with old blood...sure sign...they can talk but the sickness causes severe mental illness and certain parts of the brain become excited as the other parts wither...aggression is up, intelligence is down, speech centers are changed (growls, grunts, howling, yelling, and some simple words)...(think 28 days for the basic idea...but not so infectious...but they are extra hungry and pissed off) ...One of the survivors is/was the San Antonio CSI lab supervisor...she found that the withered sickness is fading...not soon enough but it should burn out...if it does not mutate again...she has blood testing equipment and is constantly testing everyone... Ivan : <broken English> ey tink ah, de bodies ar zoombies...look (offers Carson his binos) Sgt Carson : shit...the barges...are loaded up with those damn dried up bastards...(sighs and hands the binos back, then notices that they are police issue, he makes eye contact with Ivan Ivan : <sounds of a pig drowning in pudding> (laughing...a bit of drool...then wipes...looks away...it not always easy being a monster...then sighs, nods to Carson, and looks back out at the barges
	Give me an empathic conjoined twin in my gut or a hive of mutant wasps living in my hunchback...mutant gaming bliss.


Just Another Raider	Feb 27 2009, 08:21 PM Post #18
Raider King Posts: 940 Group: Members Member #49 Joined: Sep 29, 2008	"Hey! Whre te hell is Jones?" Soap canned the mal group before picking Jone's out and picking him up. "Guess what fatass, i saved your ass from those dogs! You know what that means?" "Pppput me down..." "That means you owe me, fatass. Got some gun's?" "An Asssualt rifle...." "Good, it's mine" Dropping Jone's while everyone is watching, he take's a dreep breath, and smiles. "So, where's the Assualt rifle?"



atomic ray	Feb 28 2009, 12:37 AM Post #19
Wasteland Lighthouse Keeper Posts: 37 Group: Members Member #10 Joined: Aug 4, 2008	GM notes : any ideas of what to do next?...time is tick tick ticking away Sgt Carson : any ideas of what to do next?...time is tick tick ticking away
	Give me an empathic conjoined twin in my gut or a hive of mutant wasps living in my hunchback...mutant gaming bliss.


v_lazy_dragon	Feb 28 2009, 08:01 PM Post #20
Enforcer Posts: 3,999 Group: Admins Member #3 Joined: Jul 24, 2008	<mid western drawl> "Well - going near 'em by boat looks like a good way to end up dead... and I wouldn't fancy swimming as it'll wreck our weapons. Anyway to get along the landward side & and across?"
	-Xander "I know not what weapons WWIII will be fought with, but WW IV will be fought with sticks and stones" Einstein. Check out my modern wargaming website: Black-Ops-Command


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