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In the year 2025, the third world war has started with the UK leading the Allies alliance in the war against the new alliance formed by Russia. More than half of the earth has joined the Allies, however the Russians and their allies have held their ground quite well. The war took 4 years and it has ended when both the USA and Russia have launched missiles towards their remaining enemies which brought ruin and imbalance to the world. This story takes place in Canada, one of the most unlucky places after the war, the missiles and a bunch of exploded nuclear reactors have truly hurt the country more than the rest of the war could ever have. The story takes place 1 year after the end of the war, and destruction of Canada. Whoever won remains unknown for the people here, although it is clear that the main forces of the war have all been the losers. Canada is now frozen, people attempt to prolong their lives day by day in this frozen wasteland, and you are one of them. This is your story.
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Main forces (This is mentioned so that the players may have a little backstory on the country they roleplay as.)
Allies: UK, USA, Canada, Japan, France, Germany, Poland, Romania, Bulgaria, Hungary, Switzerland, Austria, Belgium, Netherlands, Mexico, Brazil.
Russian Movement: Russia, China, Kazakhstan, India, Ukraine (Annexed), Georgia, Ireland, Spain, Turkey.
Neutral: Most unspecified countries.
CS:
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Country:
Faction/Occupation: (Can be an ex-soldier trapped in Canada or simply a survivor)
Appearance:
Weapons:
Equipment:
Bio:
Rules:
1. Be mature.
2. Do not PG (Powergame)
3. Do not go too crazy on the weapons/equipment that you start with.
4. You are not allowed to kill another player character unless the player agrees to it.
5. If a player agrees to you being able to kill his PC, that means your character can die at the hands of that player as well, so be careful.
6. Add My name is Jeff if you have read the rules.
7. You can be kicked out of the RP by me at anytime if I consider you are not good enough for the roleplay.
PS: I know some details may be unrealistic in this thread, but it is simply made so for the sake of roleplay and having fun. |
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I forgot to mention: You may control more than one character but don't get too crazy, have a maximum of 4 people in your group.
Name: Allen "AA" Anderson
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Country: USA
Faction/Occupation: Allies, Captain of a Special Ops. division.
Appearance: A winter uniform according to his rank and group, also wearing a black skull mask on his face along with a pair of white ski glasses. He mostly wears the hoodie of his winter uniform over his head.
Weapons: Accuracy International Arctic Warfare II (Fictional Sniper Rifle), Desert Eagle
Equipment: Flashlight modification on the Desert Eagle, Silencer modification on the AIAW II, Night/Thermal vision upgrade on the AIAW II, butterfly knife, millitary tent.
Bio: AA, Captain of a Special Ops. group sent in Canada, is the last and only survivor of the group after the war, the rest of them deceased upon the launch of the missiles.
Name: Boris Yablonsky
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Country: Russia
Faction/Occupation: Russian Movement, Veteran Soldier.
Appearance: Winter uniform of the Russian Army, corresponding to his rank, a gas mask upgraded with Night/Thermal Vision, he tends to keep his hoodie on at most times.
Weapons: AK-47, Colt Anaconda
Equipment: Flashlight modification on AK-47, Army Knife, Googles, Map of Canada.
Bio: Boris was a soldier forced to join the army for his country, he did not care much for politics although he did not really have a choice but to fight for his motherland, even though he did love his country, he would have rathered the war never started. He was part of the Russian Army invading Canada, now he is the only one that has survived from his division, unsure whenever or not there were any survivors that he left behind.
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OxyIiceJoin Date: 2014-12-25
Post Count: 43 |
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(Well then, I am going to start hoping someone else will join me.)
Today marks exactly one year since the end of the war, Canada has suffered greatly and I got stuck here as well, most of my division dead or lost somewhere, I've been on my own for quite some time at first, but eventually I learnt that in order to survive we need to put our differences aside. The mutants out there won't care about anything else, they'd do anything to keep spreading their virus. To "celebrate" the one year, I went up on the second floor of the farm house and decided to snipe the walking mutants around it. Thank the heaven I got the silencer or the sound of his weapon would have brought a whole horde after us. I took out a bunch of mutants, waste of ammo, some would say, but it's a celebration after all, and we're going to move out of here tomorrow anyway. Makes things easier this way. I place my vision on the last mutant walking around, as I am about to pull the trigger, I hear someone shouting in russian. I quickly strap my AIAW II on my back and pull out my desert eagle. I get down on the second floor, one man aiming his AK towards another one, which has a knife in his hand.
"Вы пытаетесь подкрасться на меня, блин ?!" Boris shouts at the intruder. I for one don't speak russian, I barely learnt a few words in the war, and they shouldn't be said to kids either, so I have no idea what he even said to him. The stranger shakes his head, his hand still up and we can see the knife perfectly in his hands, I guess Boris caught him before he could get to him.
"Drop your weapon." I say calmly to the intruder, he hesitates at first, but instead of dropping his knife, he decides to rush at Boris. Not the first time such things happen, so I quickly pulled the trigger and saved Boris from any unnecessary wounds. Boris looks down on the intruder, blood spilling on the floor. He then looks back up at me. "Thanks, friend". I give him an upward nod as I replied. "Hey, don't mention it." |
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(It's a complete frozen wasteland, what part of that do you not understand?) |
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No, I understand
but like
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So you mean to say Canada hasn't changed at all?
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(Well, apart from the mutants walking around, you could say so.) |
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SanoSauroJoin Date: 2014-07-03
Post Count: 8261 |
WOAH
Switzerland's not neutral?
WHEN DID THIS HAPPEN???
Also, is CS callsign? |
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(CS means Character Sheet) |
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SanoSauroJoin Date: 2014-07-03
Post Count: 8261 |
Ah.
Name: David Marchese
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Country: American
Occupation: Ex-mobster
Appearance: Trenchcoat, sunglasses, fedora, suitcase, dress shirt and pants.
Weapons: Tommy gun, Uzi that has no ammunition and is used for appearances, an FN Five-seveN in the inside pocket, and a knife.
Equipment: Various pills and a flashlight, car keys and a hammer. |
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SanoSauroJoin Date: 2014-07-03
Post Count: 8261 |
Bio: A mobster who was caught in Canada at the time of the war. Works for the Marchese family, which has an outpost in Nunavut, which David is trying to reach. |
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SanoSauroJoin Date: 2014-07-03
Post Count: 8261 |
This is worse than Russia. At least then my client actually had a fallout shelter. Not this time. Apparently, we got in a mix with drug deals again, and are now transporting drugs through the US into Canada. Of course I had to be here during a fallout. I always do. At least I have my car. Haven't actually seen any mutants, but I've heard all about them. I ran out of gas a couple hours ago, and have had to push it up the hill, only to have it roll back down and have it hit a... what? Tree, rock, hill? All I see is snow. I'm sitting their now, using up my car battery keeping myself warm for the night, and so that no one can steal it. I'll smash it up tomorrow. No sense in letting someone else have it. As it is, my Ford already has 5 inches of snow on it, just sitting here, though about half that is from the collision and the loose snow. Tomorrow, I'll be heading north. Nunavut. The location of the fallout shelter in Canada for the Marchese family. Unfortunately, it's on an island, so I'll need a boat too. Shouldn't be difficult to obtain, but Canada's a big place. At least I'm not in China. Poor Nigel Marchese. Poland and Brazil launched a joint strike with tomahawks, back when it was still conventional. Shanghai is a pit now. But whatevs. I'll be going to a small village, obeske, abase, something. Oh well. *Yawn* I'm out. |
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Me: Just get rid of the body for me, will ya'?
I continue. He lets out a chuckle.
Boris: Always gotta do the dirty work for ya', huh?.
I smile, although I doubt he can see it under the mask.
Me: That's what we kept you Russians around for.
Boris: Yeah, yeah. You're not the first arrogant american I have met.
That's not the first time I hear that either.
Me: Hey I'm the one shooting up the mutants tonight anyway.
Boris: That's having fun, dragging dead bodies around isn't having fun.
Me: Well I'd gladly let you take some of my fun, but you still gotta get that body out hf here, after all I saved your skin again.
Boris: And how many times did I save your skin?
Me: More than I can count, but that doesn't matter, just get that body out before it stinks.
I walk back upstairs chuckling, returning to my shootout, after all I still have one mutant left to kill. |
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SanoSauroJoin Date: 2014-07-03
Post Count: 8261 |
Screw this. The car battery is giving a total of 0 heat. Just making me mad. I take the car battery out, since it never hurts to be prepared, and then proceed to smash the car. Though by tomorrow it'll probably be just another mound of snow. When I get out and grab everything, I grab the lighter and burn the contract info. I figure, at this point, the deal's off. Especially since the client lives in Quebec City, which was nuked this morning, according to my i-phone, which would have been helpful to know. Oh well. I see lights ahead. That's good. |
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SanoSauroJoin Date: 2014-07-03
Post Count: 8261 |
You're joking. There was a gas station over the hill the entire time. Oh well. Unfortunately, it's also a home for 4 or 5 mutants. I crouch and take a shot off, hitting one mutant square in the chest. The other four come after me, but I figure that they probably have no tactics, as they're mutants, so they're just giving me more time and better targets. I shoot three in the head, and one in the legs. It turns out mutants can speak, but the speak in a low guttural growl. Obviously, I can get nothing from him, so I shoot him in the face and walk into the gas station. Someone left an old, rusty Toyota pickup in the back, so I'll grab that later. There's a mutant in the restroom, so I shoot him and then go behind the counter. Someone took the time to take change out of the cash register, and seeing from the blood on the floor, it appears to be a dumb decision. I drag the mutant bodies inside and dump them in the back. Any mutant comes along, they'll figure it was just abandoned. I lock the door, and grab an ice cream. Now that I know that mutants exist, I'm not gonna get any sleep. Might as well get some of this ice cream. And add peanut M&Ms. |
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(Oh, we start the story 1 year after the war ended mate, there's no more nukes being launched and you would have definitely seen mutants by now, as they are lurking everywhere.) |
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SanoSauroJoin Date: 2014-07-03
Post Count: 8261 |
(Oh. :P Missed that. Then exclude the minor details. That never happened) |
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The last mutant is once more in my sight. I pull the trigger, getting a clear headshot.
I once more get downstairs, and I see Boris just getting inside.
Boris: I saw that mutant dropping. Nice shot.
Me: Thanks, you should get some rest, I'll keep watch tonight.
Boris: Sure, wake me up when it's my turn, you need to rest too.
I nod at him, he's right.
Me: Right, I'll take a quick check outside this morning once more, just to be sure there's nothing in the field.
Boris: Alright then.
Boris heads upstairs, about time he gets some sleep. Now my watch begins, I turn off any source of lighting, don't want any more people knowing we are here, not to mention the light also attracts the mutants, so one thing less to worry about. |
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SanoSauroJoin Date: 2014-07-03
Post Count: 8261 |
(Nows the part where you murder Boris in his sleep)
Too much ice cream rots the brain. I take along a six pack of sprite and a couple jumbo packs of jumbo sunflower seeds. The rusty Toyota starts with a turn of the key that I found in the body of the cashier, which I was in the back and was next to the mutants. I pull the pickup around to the front and fill it up, then start down the road. Somehow, I missed the mutant in the back of the truck, but it flew out once I shot it and then hit 60. I'm headed to an airport that's rumored to have working airplanes. If it does, then survivors will be fighting over it. If not, then I wasted my gas. And wouldn't that be a shame. |
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Name: John "Biscuit" Abel
Age: 32
Gender: M
Country: England, London
Faction/Occupation: Allies, EX-UK Army Captain
Appearance: The winter uniform that belongs to his rank, also blue eyes and short blonde hair along with a beard.
Weapons: M4A4, M9
Equipment: Hunting knife, binoculars, medic kit.
Bio: Abel was part of the UK reinforcements sent to Canada to defend against the Russians. He's now stuck here.
Name: Sean "Hound" Jackson
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Country: USA
Faction/Occupation: EX-UK Veteran soldier.
Appearance: Afro-american, buzzcut, the uniform of his rank .
Weapons: Benelli M4 (Shotgun), Glock 23
Equipment: Binoculars, repair kit.
Bio: Although from the USA, he spent his youth in UK and became a soldier there when the war started. He was part of John's vision.
(Am I accepted?) |
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