podraptorJoin Date: 2008-10-13
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Sometimes I feel Chrome is not trustworthy. He could be man's best friend. But the AI that froze the world couldn't. That thing put my life in miserablness, he froze my friends, family, and wanted to play so now I'm here. I hate that peice of machine. But Chrome is a one in a kind. |
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podraptorJoin Date: 2008-10-13
Post Count: 19826 |
I reach the camp. The fire was now out for some odd reason. "Hello? Anybody home?" I asked. "I'm not hostile, I just want to rest." I continued searching. |
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Name:Johanson Tyuri
Gender:Male
A/g/e:35
Personality:Johanson is usaly a semi - sarcastic, 'get to the point', man. He sometimes goes into OCD mode which involves him telling everyone what to do the way he wants it.
Apparel:Johanson wears a thick fur coat, goggles to block things that might get into his eyes, fur pants, and a belt. The belt has his cases of ammo put in it, and the knife sheath attached to it. He has fur lined boots for extra warmth.
Weapons:Bolt Action Lee Einfeild Rifle, and a knife.
Inventory:One or two cases of ammunition, a bag of dried food, a small water bottle tucked in his coat, and the knife sheath.
Appearance:Johanson has sparkling green eyes, he has a light tan, and black hair. He stands six feet tall, and has the start of a beard that 'keeps his neck warm'. His boots raise his natural height by one inch, making him 6'1.
Bio:Johanson just wanted to live on Earth II. He was instead of mad or scared when the temprature dropped, he was ticked off. He just wanted a planet to live on, not stumble around on ice and shoot things. |
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podraptorJoin Date: 2008-10-13
Post Count: 19826 |
Suddenly something tackled me. It was a savage. Then 4 others appeared. I kicked that one off and they Charged toward me. I shot my Nails at em. |
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FirruuJoin Date: 2008-06-13
Post Count: 14856 |
(Still the only nonhuman. Note that nailguns are not that powerful; only at very close range.)
I entered the town to see that thankfully it was full of others who were inhuman like myself. I let out a sigh of relief, and headed to the market square to sell my wares. |
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branch12Join Date: 2008-02-08
Post Count: 23227 |
(Changed weps: Bolt action rifle, Pistol.)
I load my Bolt Rifle, And snuck Behind a corner. |
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Aruceus27Join Date: 2008-07-07
Post Count: 9366 |
what caliber? if its a civilian bolt action, usually itll utiliz a .22, a .38, or maybe a .45, if its military, itll use 5.56, or a 7.62 |
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(Lee Einfeild? Those things are low caliber. If a WWII rifle couldn't shoot an eye out, an Einfeild problably has lower.) |
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FirruuJoin Date: 2008-06-13
Post Count: 14856 |
(Back to the posting on topic.) |
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I examined the wasteland. Just wanted to live here, not fall and shoot. I would kill that stupid A.I. |
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podraptorJoin Date: 2008-10-13
Post Count: 19826 |
The Pneumatic Gun didn't fail me this time. It hit through the savages and they fell. They were down pretty good. I then felt bad. Bad that these innocent people had to loose their lives to something as this. But my conscience told me not to help them. Chrome told me too. I then began to search the Camp. |
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podraptorJoin Date: 2008-10-13
Post Count: 19826 |
I found some food, jerky and a couple of wrapped candies. I then found a Handgun with .38 Caliber rounds. I bet they didn't think I was well armed. I sighed in releif and took the pistol and all the magazines. I would now go to a market to sell this Nailgun. Even with the cold conditions, some villages still have markets. these markets are one of a kind and people come from all over to sell and buy. Most real money was lost through the cold. Now people usually trade. I then knew were I had stopped by a market before. I figured it would be about 10 miles north of here. So I better get going. I then savaged more and found some scrap metal. Also good for trading. |
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podraptorJoin Date: 2008-10-13
Post Count: 19826 |
(Bump?) |
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FirruuJoin Date: 2008-06-13
Post Count: 14856 |
INQUIRY: ARE_YOU_SAFE
"Yes..." I said under my breath.
INQUIRY: DO_YOU_NEED_HELP
"No..." I replied. "Just... wait until I call you."
RESPONSE: OKAY
I entered the market, earning glances from the civilians. They obviously hadn't seen one like me before. I opened my saddlebags casually, and pulled out the heatbags and ammo. The looks of confusion instantly turned to greed. I walked to the closest general stall and placed the items on the counter. The owner's face instantly lit up. "What do you need, my good sir?" He asked.
"I would like to sell these." I replied.
"Well..." He stammered. Heat producing pouches were very hard to come by, and sold for very high prices. I had three. In addition to about three dozen rounds of rifle ammunition. "What do you want in exchange?"
"About twenty steel crossbow bolts, like this one." I said, pulling out one from my other bag. I placed it on the table for him. "A few large cartons of water, and some batteries as well, please."
"Right away." He turned, presumably to go to a storage room to get the items. |
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podraptorJoin Date: 2008-10-13
Post Count: 19826 |
After some extreme hiking and sprinting I got 3 miles out. The Village was a streak in the distance. |
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podraptorJoin Date: 2008-10-13
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All of a sudden I tripped and slide down a snow bank. I was slidding and the village was getting closer. "AHHHHHHH!" I yelled in exitment. I continued to slide down. |
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podraptorJoin Date: 2008-10-13
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I then slid off. Excited. I landed on a pile of snow. The village was a few hundred meters away. I had gone 1.5 miles in just minutes. |
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podraptorJoin Date: 2008-10-13
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I got up and continued walking. I could now hear faint voices of trading and negotiating. I grinned under my hood. |
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podraptorJoin Date: 2008-10-13
Post Count: 19826 |
(Bump?) |
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FirruuJoin Date: 2008-06-13
Post Count: 14856 |
(Perhaps give people a chance to post, rather than posting in three sentence bursts?) |
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podraptorJoin Date: 2008-10-13
Post Count: 19826 |
(Sure. Posting though?) |
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FirruuJoin Date: 2008-06-13
Post Count: 14856 |
(Well, I have. Others need to post as well.) |
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(Imma post gimme a second) |
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I continued walking in the cold, looking for someone. I had been alone for the past few weeks. My face pointed towards the wind I continued walking. My eye lashes were covered in ice , and I noticed darkness begining to fall. I edcided to set up a small fire. I used my knife against the flint, creating few sparks. I angrily threw my knife into the snow. I then noticed what I had done and went searching for it. |
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Name: Cyanus Ferrus
Gender: Male
A/g/e: 24
Personality: Make-the-best-of-everything attitude, and otherwise relaxed and joke-ish.
Apparel: White fur coat, with hood pulled up and tightend to block most of face. Balacalava covering face, and Thick Black goggles with Red Tintetd lenses cover eyes. Light snow pants, and thick fur boots.
Weapons: Scoped Revolver, .46 Caliber. Bolt Action Rifle, with a flashlight ducktaped to it. (?)
Inventory: Ammounts of beef jerkey, lighter, matches, light knife, telliscope with adjustable gyropod.
Appearance: Pale skin, deep blue eyes. Freckles cover face, and shaggy dark brown hair reaches down to neck, and eyebrows on the front of his face. 6'4, skinny and slight musce buildup.
Bio: Mushf |
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