((Okay, for reference, this is in Chicky's world. His town and stuff. If I mess it up, please tell me. Mostly because he created a fuck-mothering setting worth RPing in.

Tell me something, Chicky, have you ever been Dungeon Master in a D&D game? Honestly, this reminds me of all the times I played D&D with my friends.))

"You are now entering Joseph's Hill, asshole." Tony's dry comment startled Nick awake. He opened his eyes in time to see that some merry sot had indeed painted the word "asshole" on the sign.

"Classy," Nick remarked with a yawn, "How long was I out?"

"About two hours. Had to take her slow on the freeway, there's still a ton of wrecked vehicles and other assorted crap all across the street. Plus those damned hell-deer think they own the place."

"Well they do now," said Nick, sitting up straight in his seat and re-adjusting his fedora to get it out of his eyes, "Fucking alien bastards came and decided to colonize our planet. It's ours, ya bastards."

"How long ago was that?"

"Not long, about a decade or so. I don't remember. I only heard about it when the hell-deer were migrated to hear about five years ago."

"Ugh...." Ethan stirred in his sleep, then fell silent again.

Tony looked at his sleeping friend, shook his head and snapped, "Wakey wakey you twat. We're here."

"Ugh..." Ethan groaned again and opened his eyes, then immediately shut them with a wimper of pain.
"Ow..."

Nick tossed Ethan a pair of sunglasses, "Put these on you idiot. Christ. You should be damn thankful we didn't leave your sorry hide back there."

Ethan put on the glasses and sat up, wincing as he did so, "Where are we? Yaah!" He let out a yelp or surprise as Tony suddenly slammed on the brakes as a lone hell-deer bounded across the dirt road.

"Fair warning, mate!"

"Tell that to the deer. Best to get out and walk. We don't exactly want to advert our car to the entire town."

--10 minutes (of walking that I can't spin to make interesting) later--

Pushing open the door to the small pub, Nick took in the heady aroma of alcohol again. He was alone, as Tony and Ethan had trooped off to find lodging for the night. Nick was on a mission.

He held up the photograph he had gotten last month back in Oregon..

--4 weeks ago--

"His name's Edward McCreedy." said James Wolf, the man in charge of the mission to Europe.

"And...we need him...why?" Nick asked, studying the picture.

"His father was a celebrated blacksmith, probably one of the best in Sothland. Edward learned all he knows from his father. Hence, Edward is a fuck-awesome blacksmith. Specializes in guns and ammo."

"Again, why do we need him?"

"We lost contact with the entire Eastern hemisphere over half a year ago. Of course, blackouts were common, as the only way to send messages was an old radio tower from London, England to the east coast of the States. They had managed to fix it up more modern, and were primed to sync up with two more towers on our side, when they suddenly went black. No one knows why. We haven't seen anyone from Europe pass through Sothland or anywhere else since then."

"You're thinking foul play?"

"Last blackout lasted only two weeks. This one is six months. I thinking the bandits are growing in power over the Atlantic."

"Why not here?"

"All the crazy-ass warlords and self-appointed kings in the area have been keeping them in check."

"And we need Mr. McCreedy just in case we have to get violent in Europe."

"Bingo."

--Present Day--

Nick scanned the bar, moving slowly throughout it, until finally, he saw him. Striding purposefully up to him, Nick came up behind him.

"Pardon me. Edward McCreedy?"

The man turned around. "Yeah, who wants to know?"

Nick could clearly hear the Irish in his voice. He could clearly see the Irish in his veins too. A good 6-7 inches taller then him, Edward towered over Nick, and likely quite nastily out-weighed him. He scowled at Nick.

Nick swallowed thickly, quickly sent up a prayer that this bear of a man wouldn't tear his head off, then stuck out his hand.

"Nick King, at your service. I was wondering if you might be interested in a little trip..."

((All yours Chicky. Just plz don't kill my char...))

((Might wnat to catch up on whats happened in past posts, even the one I made that sort of indirectly mentions Europe, but I can make it work. I mean it was a great post, couldn't ask for much more.

Also, I just took the initiative to keep the thread out of the shitter, I mean we were slowly drifting to page 5, I had to keep us alive. Good to see we are out of the worst of it though.))

This man, Nick King, whoever he was, definately picked an odd time to be asking for Ed. "Listen pal, this aint no time for no hoity toity women talk, I'll be glad to answer yer question if we're still alive later." An odd time for the better nature of Ed to reveal itself, especially to some stranger, but now he had more important things to worry about.
Another gunshot caused Eddy to break his stare at this Nick fellow and asses the situation. Wherever Jak had disapeared to Ed did not know, his father was locking up the shop, two guns over his shoulder, one Ed's rifle, still fresh from the kill he had made earlier today, the other was his father's prize gun. It was what we'd call Remington 870, well varnished wood, gilded embroidery. She was the finest gun in all of Benito, given that title by the Lord Jurain personally after he shot a hell-deer bull dead with it.
"Son, move out to the west gate, make sure it's secured, and make sure everyone is either on the walls or in hiding, I'm going'ta the east gate, keep them damn Sothy's out of our town aye?" Said the old man, a sparkle in his eye. The only passion that matched his for work, was his for shooting, especially a few Sothland boys.
"Aye da', less go." Ed said with a firm nod of the head before running off towards then west side of the town, in the other direction of the gunshots as men rushed to the east gate totting guns, pikes, swords and anything else imaginable. [What a sorry sight I must be.] He thought chuckling.

((Oooff, missed your last post, sorry, mate.

Hmmm, so Nick and co. finally get too see some action....hooray!!))

Nick looked around the street. Of course. Not three seconds after he'd arrived in the town, some shitheads, decided they wanted to steamroll the place.

Oh hooray, thought Nick to himself, drawing his .40 Glock and sprinting after Eddy, I haven't risked my life and limbs yet today. And I get to do so in a backwater little burg next to a man who could probably kill me with a sneeze. Le sigh.

Making his way up the stairs, Eddy and his big rifle in front, and some guy who was riding Nick's ass with a pike, the duo got up onto the walls and slid into a defensive position.

Nick, took several deep breaths to get his heart rate under control. Out loud he wondered,

"How in the fuck did I miss a bloody battle?"

Eddy looked over with amazement, "I would've thought that the people, the weapons and the general chaos might've been a damn good clue."

Nick snorted with laughter, "When you're a Rider like me, nothing strikes you as odd anymore."

"Rider?"

"Slang term for people like me and my two friends, Tony and Ethan. Us Riders don't have a home. Either we lost it, or decided to look for a better place to live out on the roads. I've been a Rider for five years now. Lost everything when I was barely 18. Wandered solo for awhile, then got into a situation that I wouldn't have survived if Tony and Ethan hadn't saved my ass. We've been riding together ever since."

"How long?"

"Well over a year now. Tony left his home because of major political issues, Ethan got kicked out. They told me they met each other about two years before they met me. Ethan's a bit of an uncouth lady's man. Tried to knock up the concubine of a very vicious warlord. He got pissed off for some strange reason, and tried to kill Ethan. At that moment, Tony came through the town. He did some fast talking, and faster shooting and got Ethan out alive."

"What about you? Why'd they have to save you?"

"I had recently made it into Texas. I was depressed, angry and miserable. All I had was what I was wearing at the time. I stole some cash off some guy, then went to the local pub and got tanked. I'm told I'm not too nice when I get smashed, and apparently I trash-talked some other patron. Turns out he's an army captain. Also turns out this army is fucking insane. They don't shoot first ask questions later, oh no. They don't STOP shooting. Next thing I know, I'm staring down the barrels of about five guns. Tony and Ethan decided to stop in at that moment, and they opened up on the bastards. Turns out, they had been hired to kill this captain and his crew by an enemy army. They kindly took me along and I've been Riding with them ever since."

"Wow."

"Yeah, I..." Nick's next remark was cut off by a loud whine as a high-caliber sniper round zinging about an inch away from his face. He slid down lower on the wall. "It would appear that our honoured guests are here. Shall we make them feel welcome?"

((Alright this going to need to be a quicky, got my last two finals tomorrow and then a few parties to go to so don't wait up.))

"Fucking Soth, damn bastards have been feuding with us Benetians for damn near 3 decades. This is too much shit for such a short time." Ed took an assessment of the situation. Every man who could carry a gun, bow or a few rocks was on the wall, everyone else, including the cavalry, were arranged behind the gate, with about 4 guys ready to heave the damn thing open on the flip of a coin. The walls were pretty primitive, about 15 feet high, with platforms for standing about 4 feet from the top. Across these little catwalks were boxes of ammunition, most of it McCreedy workmanship. The whole damn wall was made of pine trees, bound together and stuck in the ground. Off the ramparts, hiding in the woods were God knew how many Soth taking potshots at the men on the walls. Skirmisher shit, a probe team and nothing more. It was good and bad at the same time. It was good since they weren't too numerous or dangerous, but bad because it meant more were coming.

A loud PKEEEW woke Eddy from his thoughts as the tip of the wall he was standing behind splintered. "Fuck," he cursed, his head spinning around rapidly looking for the smoke, his mind completely focused now on survival, not on anything else. A tiny plume of the stuff rose lazily from a thicket of brush. Ed's eyes narrowed as he began to make out a figure within, dark and kneeling. Another PKEEEW and another plume of smoke got his rifle up, the scope open and the safety off. Ed took careful aim, making sure the crossairs were over the figure. He held his breath, let his finger rest on the trigger and then pull with force. The upper half of a man fell out of the thicket, a bloody spot over the man's heart, his body shaking manically as he died. Ed looked over to his new companion, Nick, laughed weakly and said, "The first stench of death always smells like shit." But Nick was too busy taking aim at his own targets. Ed looked to his right, towards the gate where others were caught up in the fight as well, some already dead, their blood staining the old pine boards red.

After about half an hour of this potshot contest of skill and numbers the action seemed to be dying down, until suddenly no shots were being taken at all.
Nick looked over to Ed and asked, "Gone with their tail between their legs?" a small, triumphant smile on his face. After one more look over the woods, though, and the smile immediately faded.
Ed, in a toneless exhale, said, "No, not quite." From the woods, out of the bushes and from behind trees, came charging what Eddy had to guess about 160 Soth, some with guns, some with pikes and swords, a few even carried ladders, big long ones, sharp ends to hold them up in the ground. A dignified Sothman, a brute of a man dressed in bearskins and a helmet made from the skull of some sort of monster Ed had never seen, moved to the front of this force, a massive Crossbow in his hands. He was disgustingly ripped, his greasy muscles bulging out from behind his furs, chainmail over his chest. This beast of a man, deadly physically, stopped infront of the advancing Soth soldiers, one hand held the crossbow, the other balled into a fist, was brought back and was swiftly thrown forward as he let out a bloodchilling scream.

Nick, jaw dropped, simply uttered an astonished, "Jesus . . ."
Ed, equally astonished, could only look with horror as the Soth rushed to the walls, ladders above their heads, gunman beginning to take aim behind them, until a single gun report broke the entire defense forces trance. One of the advancing laddermen was shot dead, the upper half of his head liquidized and liying in a puddle below the splintered remains of his ladder. Ed looked over with the rest of the men defending the walls to see his own father, gun to his shoulder, a mean look on his face, a long plume of smoke rising from the tip of his gun. Suddenly the battle was on again.
Ed and Nick continued to fight on while the Sothman, the Soth leader, seemed to shake off each bullet thrown at him as he slowly reached onto his back, drew out a bolt the size of a golf club, put it upon his crossbow, then grab a lighter and set the bolt aflame. He took aim with his massive bow, slowly picking a target, a piece of the wall, and then fire his massive arrow, with a loud cachink it flew from the weapon and impacted the wall, one of the gate hinges, with a small explosion.

I have my section of the war already burning, but I've been at a friend's house and am currently using his laptop so I can't really write story. Just so you all know I start summer school on Sunday to get early highschool credits...it takes 6weeks of my vacation...

So I'll check my schedule to make sure I can post when possible, also seriously debating quiting WoW, free up time and money for possibly some paintball this summer.

Anyone seen Shalak' anywhere?

/end of OOC

Paintball's the best except when you can't see and when you get a mouth full of paint after a round has hit your mask.

Ok,somehow i'm still outside the city walls so i'm going to base it around your story Chicky.

Finn heard the screeching and cheering as the bandits marched towards the city,he was now sure that they were the enemy.Many of them were scattered throughout the small picket of trees surrounding part of the city while others stood in the open firing at the townspeople who had now taken refuge on the walls to defend their city.
Finn continued to bang on the dorr and was soon joined by tohers who wanted entry in to the city.Finn quickly stopped this strategy once a man next to him was struck by a thrown pike and skewered.Some of those around Finn scattered while others stood ready to defend their lives.
Finn observed his situation,if he ran he'd more than likely be picked off by a band renegades.If he stayed,Death was a high possibility but he'd die for a worthy cause.He nodded.
"Screw it,i'm gonna die anyway.Better make it count"

Finn snapped the reigns of the black stallion and charged towards a small group of enemies,he was followed by a few others but not many.finn fired at all who fired at him.It wasn't long before his horse was struck and fell to the ground.Finn tumbled from it's back but quickly regained his footing.The stallion was struck by a barbed arrow in it's side,not fatal but but would hinder any chances of riding at the given time.Finn quickly lead the horse to a small bank as fast as possible and laid it down.He would return to it if he lived long enough.
The ranger jumped from the pit and fired quickly as he was charged by a man with a wooden spear,the man fell at finn's feet.Finn jumped over the body and continued to fight.

What seemed like hours to Finn passed as he fought.The number of the bandits were rapidly thinning as were the lives of those still alive outside.Finn was out of ammuntion and had been for the past ten minutes,an arrow was sticking out from his shoulder and a cut ran down the side of his face from a lucky strike of a man with a rusty knife.Finn had been reduced to fighting with the butt's of his revolvers which proved effective for the moment.
A cheer was heard from those safely in the city but it was cut short after what was seen approaching.a much larger band of renegades approached the city and they followed a hideous creature armed with a crossbow.The creature fired at finn who only just managed to duck the bolt.What Finn had thought to be the battle was merely a scouting party.The main force was arriving and the real fighting was a bout to begin.
"So much for going out in style"
The small army quickly approached.

The monstrosity was letting out angry grunts that could be loosely interpreted as orders, his men reacting to each strange, deep noise they heard. More men on the walls were dying now, barrage after barrage of rifles from below sounded off at them. Ed himself was finding it more difficult. The captain on the ground had dismounted his horse and was heading to the walls, a guard of about 8 men, swords out and shields prepared. He reached the top of the wall as Ed killed another of the men below, his face was confused, but it slowly turned to anger as he registered what he was seeing.
The Soth were trying a two pronged attack on the east gate, the laddermen were heading for the walls with small groups of infantry following behind, the rest, including the beast of a man, were arranging behind the gate while the rifles behind them kept the men on the walls subdued. There were other men on the ground, skirmishing with a small part of the force, doing their best, but they were barely visible through the trees.
The captain turned around to his men on the ground, probably about 80 or so, 20 cavalry, the rest infantry, as well as the 40 or so gunmen on the wall, and he screamed, "HALF INFANTRY ON THE WALLS, EVERYONE ELSE, TO THE GATE!" Eddy fired another shot at one of the infantrymen, and then looked down to the force behind him, arranging clumsily behind the gate as others rushed for the ladders leading to the ramparts. The captain took 4 of his men aside and whispered something to them before returning to the battle below. The monstrosity with the crossbow managed to fire another one of his explosive bolts, shattering another one of the gates hinges. It started to clear up to Ed.
Nick looked over, his back up against the wall as he reloaded, a shocked expression on his face. "There has to be nearly 150 of them." Ed payed no attention to him as he tried to take a shot at the best at the gate. It was a hit, but that man merely ignored it as he loaded yet another of his deadly bolts. And then, finally, the ladders came just as the infantry had taken positions on the walls. One fell right next to Ed, the heavy wooden pole nearly hitting him on the skull. He dared to look, seeing about 3 others fall onto the wall, soldiers rushing up them, carrying pikes, swords, axes, guns and whatever else the mind could imagine.

((Jeez, I sure do drop in and out of internetz, don't I? This time I intend to stay *hopefully* How's the survival business going?))

heres my request

NG account:(Arcbound22)
Age:(15)
Character Name:(keagan)
Character age(15)
Area:(house)
Weapons:(handgun(2), large knife, )
Appearance:(5'3, athletic body, short gray areopostle shirt, small size areopostle plaid shorts. underneath is black tanktop, boxers. at )
Breif Bio:(posting on ng )

if somthing wrong just tell me

"Does anybody have any good goddamn ideas?!" shouted Nick as he sprinted along the wall, pausing only to blow a hole between an advancing Soth's eyes.

"Kill the Soths?" offered a defender.

Nick shot him a look that could have melted steel at fifty feet. "Shut. Up."

Meanwhile, his mind was going through, and discarding, plans at the speed of light.

Kill the Soths. There's too many.

Bugger out. They've surrounded the walls.

Surrender. They'd execute him and all the defenders like cattle to the slaughter.

Force a retreat?...

Nick nearly stumbled as an idea hit him like a bolt of lightning. That beszerker dude down there was obviously a rallying point for the Soth's morale. Take him out... Kill the morale, save the gate. Save the gate, keep them out. Win the battle.

Problem: Beszerker dude is either:

A) Made from titanium.

B) Jacked up on something.

Nick was betting on the latter. Come to think of it, most of these Soth types had bloodshot eyes and odd scaring on their arms. He pounded up the platforms towards the beszerker, trying his best to figure out how to kill him.

He was so intent on figuring out a solution, he nearly ran right into his companions.

"Where the HELL were you?!" bellowed Nick.

"Defending the other side. Didja see that huge bloke busting the gate?" replied Ethan, a nasty gash up his cheek.

"Yeah. I'm trying to figure out how to put that bastard out of our misery. A few more of those crossbow bolts and..." Nick trailed off. He had his solution.

"Oh Jesus you've got a plan haven't you. And it's going to suck for one of us."

"Yes and yes. Back in a flash." Nick sprinted over to Eddy.

Passing behind him, Nick slowed enough to say, "When you get my signal, blow the fucker's crossbow to bits."

Nick speeded up again, came to a halt where there was a relatively clear space and aimed his gun at the beszerker. It was a skillful shot, skipping neatly over his skull helmet, cracking it wide open.

"Hey, asshole!" Nick shouted at him. The man-beast looked at him with a snarl. "Yeah, you! Betcha ya don't have the balls to shoot me instead of an inanimate object. Bet ya can't even SPELL 'inanimate'"

Suicidal it was, but it had the desired effect. The man-beast aimed at Nick, exposing the broad side of his weapon to the defenders.

"NOW EDDY!!" Nick screamed. "SHOOT THE CROSSBOW!!" and he ducked down just in time to avoid the tree-branch like missle, praying all the while Eddy wouldn't miss.

((Target, good to see ya. I'll brief you via PM, ASAP.))

Name: David Cross
Age: 31

Appearance: Grizzly, messy brown hair, reasonably tall at 6 feet 1. Uses height and intimidation factor to avoid many fights, but is quite physically adept. Somewhat tanned white face.

Wearing worn blue jeans, tattered leather boots, brown t-shirt covered by a heavy black jacket. Utility belt around his waist. Pistol holster hanging from shoulder.

Equipment: Ancient .45 revolver with 12 moon clips, and machete in holster on back. Basic rations, enough for 2 days.

Skills: A very easy-going man, he can help any group get together and solve problems. He is reasonably intelligent, and has a knack for mechanical objects. Pretty good aim, but experience with any other gun than his revolver is none.

Personality: Somewhat quiet, tends to lose focus every now and then. Always friendly, with a mile long temper. Tends to under react to potentially dangerous situations(oh, crap, gettin' shot at again...)
Will not hesitate to kill.

Bio: Used to live in Canada, but moved to the Isle of London Town when his family sent for his help. Upon his arrival, he found they had been killed long ago. Distraught, and with nowhere else to go, he settled down in a small town nearby the Big River. (Thames)

Current location: Just south of River Thames(known as Big River)

Dan Berkenson

Age: 23

Appearance: Always being a tall one, Dan stands around 6'0'' slouching. He carries a head full of blond hear, long due to the fact that no time should be wasted on cutting hair for frivoulous outer appearance. Now a rugged man, before the war Dan always keppt a rather neat and sophisticated look about him, no stubble, cut hair, the works. His hazel eyes differ from the normal blue-eys, blond hair look but no one picked up on that much. Quite a lanky fellow before the war, he now has developed muscle, toting a good build.

Equipment: Ever since the tender age of 7, Dan has trained in the martial arts, mainly Jujutsu and Iaido(Blade). Though martial arts should be applied for defense, war is a radical time, and the best defense is a great offense. He carries a Katana and Wakizashi, and also holds a bag filled with various weapons such as Arnis sticks, Bos, Hanbos, Jos, Shuriken, Nunchaku, and a Ninja-Toh

Skills: As said in the paragraph befor, Dan has various Martial Arts skills. Proficient in many arts, his two original were Jujutsu and Iaido. He isa also trained in Kali, Escrima, Nunchaku, and other various weapons. He can deliver a kick to three parts if the body in seemingly one movement, and can render any body part useless if needed to be.

Personality: Dan, although rugged on the outside, he's quite a well-balanced man, friendly but not soft. basically, you are displayed by actions in Dan's mind, for words have very little meaning.

Bio: Dan had a great life before the war started. He had a wife, a great home, and an easy profession as a lawyer. His wife is being held somewhere safe, while he is on the frontline's. Always a bright one, Dan excelled in school. Now, since brightness has different aptitudes, Dan uses his wits for wuick strategies and battle plans.

Location: Dan's locaton is in Georgia, wearing his black gi and his bag on his soldier. Corpses lay all around him, some from natural causes and others...

This characters is completly based off me, minus age and height. Also, if you guys need a website, pm me or just put it up on the BBS. Hoping to make it to the frontlines!

http://www.freewebs.com/fearfandan/
Thats the beginning of the site. Took me a damn hour to figure out how to get a counter, though. >:0

*swish**spurt*
Dan sheaths his sword, panting and drenched in blood
Dan: Damn bastards never stop coming. Well, at least I've got a sword. Can't imagine what I'd do if I ran out of bullets. I think I'm just gonna rest for a second..
*kaplit**kaplot**kaplit*kaplot*
The sound of running echoes across the almost lifless gravel. Dan draws his Wazizashi this time, and crouches for CQC
Joe: Come on! This way! Run, go go go!
*Yaaaaay*(Battle cry)
Joe Wtf?...
Dan reaches to stab Joe, not knowing Joe is human. Luckily, the short reach of Dan's Wakazashi plus the fact that he reachd utter exhaustion drove him to miss.
Joe:The Fuck Is Wrong With You! You could have damn well killed me!
Dan: Sorry there, mate. As you can see*Points to littered corpses*, things haven't been going too well for me lately.
Joe: You defeated these all by yourself? Well, I'll be damned. Hmm, perchance do you be lookin for a shelter, maybe a goup of fellow survivors.
Dan: Normally in this situations I'd work alone, but the exhaustion has gotten the best of me. Lead the way.
Unbeknownst to beoth Dan and Joe, Something followed behind...

((Damn! I haven't written an RPG chapter in a good year! Feels damn good! So, how was I? Rusty, sucky, good, what?))

((Someone needs to approve of your character before you start writing, or you'll confuse the shit out of people. Wait until someone evaluates your character))

At 6/10/08 07:25 PM, Ninja-Without-Sight wrote:

((Damn! I haven't written an RPG chapter in a good year! Feels damn good! So, how was I? Rusty, sucky, good, what?))

At 6/10/08 04:54 PM, Ninja-Without-Sight wrote:

Dan Berkenson

Mkay

Age: 23

Fine

Appearance: Always being a tall one, Dan stands around 6'0'' slouching. He carries a head full of blond hear, long due to the fact that no time should be wasted on cutting hair for frivoulous outer appearance. Now a rugged man, before the war Dan always keppt a rather neat and sophisticated look about him, no stubble, cut hair, the works. His hazel eyes differ from the normal blue-eys, blond hair look but no one picked up on that much. Quite a lanky fellow before the war, he now has developed muscle, toting a good build.

He sounds rather tall, but it is quite detailed, so its good.

Equipment: Ever since the tender age of 7, Dan has trained in the martial arts, mainly Jujutsu and Iaido(Blade). Though martial arts should be applied for defense, war is a radical time, and the best defense is a great offense. He carries a Katana and Wakizashi, and also holds a bag filled with various weapons such as Arnis sticks, Bos, Hanbos, Jos, Shuriken, Nunchaku, and a Ninja-Toh

Don't know much about Eastern weaponry and fighting styles myself, so lets just wait and see.

Skills: As said in the paragraph befor, Dan has various Martial Arts skills. Proficient in many arts, his two original were Jujutsu and Iaido. He isa also trained in Kali, Escrima, Nunchaku, and other various weapons. He can deliver a kick to three parts if the body in seemingly one movement, and can render any body part useless if needed to be.

Ok theres a little thing called God Moding in the RPG business, things like being a gov super soldier, or some sort of reincarnated god, or something crazy silly like that. Well being able to git three parts of the body at once and render any part of the body useless with A SINGLE KICK qualifies as god moding. Not gonna fly, change it.

Personality: Dan, although rugged on the outside, he's quite a well-balanced man, friendly but not soft. basically, you are displayed by actions in Dan's mind, for words have very little meaning.

Boy if this isnt a cliche I don't know what is.

Bio: Dan had a great life before the war started. He had a wife, a great home, and an easy profession as a lawyer. His wife is being held somewhere safe, while he is on the frontline's. Always a bright one, Dan excelled in school. Now, since brightness has different aptitudes, Dan uses his wits for wuick strategies and battle plans.

A wife and a good career as a lawyer, not to mention mad fighting skills at the age of 23? Fuck no, unless he got into law school at like 16 he would not have a degree.

Location: Dan's locaton is in Georgia, wearing his black gi and his bag on his soldier. Corpses lay all around him, some from natural causes and others...

One of the few things that makes sense to me.

This characters is completly based off me, minus age and height. Also, if you guys need a website, pm me or just put it up on the BBS. Hoping to make it to the frontlines!

I highly doubt your a 23 year old lawyer with a spouse, nigh god like karate skills in all forms of east asian weaponry, such as the ability to render three of my limbs useless in a single kick. You need to change a lot of things, your a human, basic logical rules apply in this RPG, its a survival RPG, not a I'm going to kill everyone with my mad skills RPG. You can be a jujitzu master if you want, hell even at 23 if you can explain it, but you certainly can't be a lawyer, or have certain abilities listed above. Common Sense is the name of the game pal.

Yeah, obviously the part about the kicks and body parts was misinterprated, so ill take that out. Also, I could take out the woodn weapons. (Jo, Bo, Hanbo, and Arnis) plus escrima and Arnis. Also, he's now going to be 33. Makes more sense now?

P.S. How do you like the site so far

Question though. Why can't I be a lawyer, that's a TAD random. Oh and yeah, I said minus age(also plus job and other styles besides Jujutsu and Iado) But, doesn't matter. The most important thimg is the site, took me lke 4 hours to do that much so far.

At 6/10/08 04:54 PM, Ninja-Without-Sight wrote:

Dan Berkenson

Age: 33

Appearance: Always being a tall one, Dan stands around 6'0'' slouching. He carries a head full of blond hear, long due to the fact that no time should be wasted on cutting hair for frivoulous outer appearance. Now a rugged man, before the war Dan always keppt a rather neat and sophisticated look about him, no stubble, cut hair, the works. His hazel eyes differ from the normal blue-eys, blond hair look but no one picked up on that much. Quite a lanky fellow before the war, he now has developed muscle, toting a good build.

Equipment: Ever since the tender age of 7, Dan has trained in the martial arts, mainly Jujutsu and Iaido(Blade). Though martial arts should be applied for defense, war is a radical time, and the best defense is a great offense. He carries a Katana and Wakizashi, and also holds a bag filled with various weapons such as Arnis sticks, Bos, Hanbos, Jos, Shuriken, Nunchaku, and a Ninja-Toh

Skills: As said in the paragraph befor, Dan has various Martial Arts skills. Proficient in a few arts, his two original were Jujutsu and Iaido. He isa also trained in Kali, Nunchaku, and other various blades.

Personality: Dan, although rugged on the outside, he's quite a well-balanced man, friendly but not soft. basically, you are displayed by actions in Dan's mind, for words have very little meaning.Stuck on that one???

Bio: Dan had a great life before the war started. He had a wife, a great home, and an easy profession as a lawyer. His wife is being held somewhere safe, while he is on the frontline's. Always a bright one, Dan excelled in school. Now, since brightness has different aptitudes, Dan uses his wits for quick strategies and battle plans.

Location: Dan's locaton is in Georgia, wearing his black gi and his bag on his soldier. Corpses lay all around him, some from natural causes and others...

This characters is completly based off me, minus age and height. Also, if you guys need a website, pm me or just put it up on the BBS. Hoping to make it to the frontlines!

At 6/10/08 09:14 PM, Ninja-Without-Sight wrote: Question though. Why can't I be a lawyer, that's a TAD random. Oh and yeah, I said minus age(also plus job and other styles besides Jujutsu and Iado) But, doesn't matter. The most important thimg is the site, took me lke 4 hours to do that much so far.

((I'm sorry to say, but I'm not too impressed. The rosters are copypasta, and not even up to date(the beginning RPG rosters were years ago, they aren't needed. )The image size was terrible, the music was random, and didn't fit with the page. The Dawn of the Dead video, while I love the movie, and I love Johnny Cash, didn't belong either.))

At 6/10/08 09:43 PM, Ninja-Without-Sight wrote:

At 6/10/08 04:54 PM, Ninja-Without-Sight wrote:

Dan Berkenson

Mkay

Age: 33

Fine

Appearance: Always being a tall one, Dan stands around 6'0'' slouching. He carries a head full of blond hear, long due to the fact that no time should be wasted on cutting hair for frivoulous outer appearance. Now a rugged man, before the war Dan always keppt a rather neat and sophisticated look about him, no stubble, cut hair, the works. His hazel eyes differ from the normal blue-eys, blond hair look but no one picked up on that much. Quite a lanky fellow before the war, he now has developed muscle, toting a good build.

Alright (Tall one, hmhmhm, made me smile)

Equipment: Ever since the tender age of 7, Dan has trained in the martial arts, mainly Jujutsu and Iaido(Blade). Though martial arts should be applied for defense, war is a radical time, and the best defense is a great offense. He carries a Katana and Wakizashi, and also holds a bag filled with various weapons such as Arnis sticks, Bos, Hanbos, Jos, Shuriken, Nunchaku, and a Ninja-Toh

A bit more believable at age 33, again I don't know about eastern fighting styles or weapons, so I'm going to assume its all accurate.

Skills: As said in the paragraph befor, Dan has various Martial Arts skills. Proficient in a few arts, his two original were Jujutsu and Iaido. He isa also trained in Kali, Nunchaku, and other various blades.

Alright

Personality: Dan, although rugged on the outside, he's quite a well-balanced man, friendly but not soft. basically, you are displayed by actions in Dan's mind, for words have very little meaning.Stuck on that one???

Fine

Bio: Dan had a great life before the war started. He had a wife, a great home, and an easy profession as a lawyer. His wife is being held somewhere safe, while he is on the frontline's. Always a bright one, Dan excelled in school. Now, since brightness has different aptitudes, Dan uses his wits for quick strategies and battle plans.

Its ok, pretty good.

Location: Dan's locaton is in Georgia, wearing his black gi and his bag on his soldier. Corpses lay all around him, some from natural causes and others...

Alright but all characters start in California, be specific with areas too, counties and shit.

This characters is completly based off me, minus age and height. Also, if you guys need a website, pm me or just put it up on the BBS. Hoping to make it to the frontlines!

Fix the Cali thing and your good to go.

Also the website has potential, I find it impressive that you did all that on such short notice. Make it up to date with the current RP and (after consoling with the other Vets of course) we might just have to endorse it as an official site, hell we could use it to educate noobs, take all of the clutter out of the forum, get character profiles in a permanent place, etc. . . Good work.

At 6/10/08 04:47 PM, HitTheTarget wrote:

((I got this one.))

((FYI everyone, Target is the leader again...kinda. He's just going to be getting back into the swing of things at first. So until he feels he's ready, feel free to keep bitching at me to solve your problems. Because I love each and every one of you and most certainly hope you do NOT huff any Drano anytime soon.

Just joking mates.))

Name: David Cross
Age: 31

((Fine.))

Appearance: Grizzly, messy brown hair, reasonably tall at 6 feet 1. Uses height and intimidation factor to avoid many fights, but is quite physically adept. Somewhat tanned white face.

((Are you Chuck Norris? Good at any rate.))

Wearing worn blue jeans, tattered leather boots, brown t-shirt covered by a heavy black jacket. Utility belt around his waist. Pistol holster hanging from shoulder.

((Good.))

Equipment: Ancient .45 revolver with 12 moon clips, and machete in holster on back. Basic rations, enough for 2 days.

((Sweet. But can you give us a tad more info on the gun? IE is it a 5, 6 or 8 shot, top break or swing out.))

Skills: A very easy-going man, he can help any group get together and solve problems. He is reasonably intelligent, and has a knack for mechanical objects. Pretty good aim, but experience with any other gun than his revolver is none.

((An everyman's man. Not too original, but refreshing. Nice.))

Personality: Somewhat quiet, tends to lose focus every now and then. Always friendly, with a mile long temper. Tends to under react to potentially dangerous situations(oh, crap, gettin' shot at again...)
Will not hesitate to kill.

((Good.))

Bio: Used to live in Canada, but moved to the Isle of London Town when his family sent for his help. Upon his arrival, he found they had been killed long ago. Distraught, and with nowhere else to go, he settled down in a small town nearby the Big River. (Thames)

((Holy crap Canadian in origin. Hooray!!))

Current location: Just south of River Thames(known as Big River)

((Alrighty then.))

((Just a bit more info on the gun, and you're good to go. Never mind the trial period. I've watched you RP for two years, I know you're quality stock, dude.))

((And welcome back.))

((....Okay sorry to double post, but I missed something.

Target, you need to start in California. I know we're all heading to London Town sooner or later, but it'd just be better to have all the characters in one state at least before branching off.

Sorry everyone, the Captain made a boo-boo, and will now go commit honourable hara kiri....))

At 6/10/08 10:11 PM, Blue-Dragon wrote: ((....Okay sorry to double post, but I missed something.

Target, you need to start in California. I know we're all heading to London Town sooner or later, but it'd just be better to have all the characters in one state at least before branching off.

Sorry everyone, the Captain made a boo-boo, and will now go commit honourable hara kiri....))

((No problem. I tried to make this guy totally different from my normal character, the honorable, likeable soldier who takes charge. And plus, not Chuck Norris, he has no beard. And so you know, the revolver is a 8 shot, swing out type.))

((So Targets the leader? Well good to meet you, I look forward to RPing with you in the future as soon as you get back into the groove. I know personally that getting back into writing after a long time of inactivity is one of the hardest things to do in the world, so you have my best wishes.))

Adrenalin coursed through Eddy's veins, rushing around his body as if he was being swept away in a raging river. He felt no pain, heard no noise, an erection was growing in his pants. He felt alive. With two swift actions of the hand he lifted the bolt, firmly brought it back and then forward again, and clicked it into its original position. There was a buzzing in his ear, screaming and gunfire, he paid it no mind for he was on the hunt, his quarry, the beast.

Ed brought the butt of the gun up to his shoulder, his eye peering the scope, carefully adjusting it so as to bring the scope in the perfect vision spot. The sight slowly moved around as his hand rotated the gun, until it finally took up nearly all of the vision in Ed's right eye, only a tiny ring of black around the edge. He heard more and more of the buzzing in his ear, l0ouder now, the adrenalin was dying now. He had to move fast.

On the outside world Ed was nearly killed 4 times by Soth on the walls, once by stabbing in the side, prevented by a brave townsmen who shot him dead in the back of the head. Another nearly brought an Axe down onto Ed's back, one of the Warlord's soldiers had stepped out in between and managed to slice his throat. A third time the Soth had attempted to break Eddy's neck in two with the butt of his rifle, he was pushed off of the wall by one of the militia. Finally, Ed was almost impaled by a spear thrown by one of the Soth below the walls. That one had been prevented by Nick, who swiftly brought his fist down on top of it, turning it into a harmless piece of wood on the ground.

None of this registered to Ed, he had an important job to do, the safety of his town depended on this. His sight finally met the beast, it slowly took aim at the final Gatehinge, in its weapon burned the bolt. The creature's hideous muscles bulged as he strained to lift that behemoth of steel, his disgusting, stupid brown eyes calculating the shot. The tattered back of his bear fur which he wore over his back scraped across the ground in the breeze. All around him were Soth, nearly as stupid and hermit-like as their master. The screamed and shook their fists, swords and axes in them, a few were pushing up against the gate, their faces were filled with idiotic looks of anger and . . . happiness? Ed didn't have time to calculate such things, his adrenalin was fading, he had to make this one shot count. The reticle in the middle of his sight danced on and off of the crossbow as Edward attempted to get it steady, the reticle danced with a pattern, in the same places each time. Ed waited for it to make one of its little moves, held his breath, closed his eyes (a foolish decision) and squeezed the trigger.

To the outside world the sounds were, PKEEEEW, and then almost immediately afterwards a loud, KABOOOM, finally followed by a great, bellowing, ARRRGH. To Ed it was three muffle booms, slowly growing louder as he effectively passed out. In order they were Ed's rifle, seeming to fire louder for some melodramatic reason, the bolt on the Soth berserker's crossbow exploding in his hands, and finally the beast's dying yell as he (and all those around him) were liquidized by the bolt's explosion. Edward, however, saw none of this, for as soon as he fired his rifle, he fell, passing out in the midst of a winning battle, his head landing on top of the very spear that had nearly killed him.

Okay, I'm about top put up the last 5 pages of RP's pn the site now. Oh, and sure I'll start in Cali. The only thing I ask is can someone basically sum up what's hapenning for me? Would be greatly appreciated.

yo Target,nice to see you're back buddy.We thought you were gone for good.You sure proved us wrong.
I might not be able to post for the next couple of days,i've got an annoying exam next thursday and my brains basically mush for the moment...so feel free to add my character in while i'm not here.He's outside the city trying not to die......yeh

Alright, nvm lat post. Just uptated the site(Hooray!), all of the alien sagas are up and ordered. Plus I redid the character page(Only recent profiles). If you guys wouldn't mind, wouldya add this to your sig? Thx.

((Think I'll hit the ground running.))

"What's the situation?"

"Not a good one. Take a look for yourself."

Jennifer handed David a pair of old, rusty binoculars. "Sure picked a fine time to leave..." he muttered.

A large convoy appeared in the distance. From what he could see, roughly half had guns, the rest had crude bludgeon or cutting weapons. They were in 4 old Army deuce and a half trucks, no big deal. What worried him was the jeep with the rather large repeater on the back. In California for 2 hours, and already a greeting party.

"Think we can take them?" whispered Jennifer. Jennifer was the groups only marksmen, touting an M14 that was likely older than both of them put together, at the age of 19 no less.

"I'm sure we can. The problem is, do we want to take them? I thought we were finished with this anarchist bull crap...guess old problems die hard. Spread the word to the rest of the convoy, we have a fight on our hands." As Jennifer waved the red flag, David tugged out his revolver, and checked if it was loaded.

The cylinder yanked to the side. 8 shots stared right back at him. Good.

The sound of various guns and weapons being drawn were like music to his ears. They were ready. 8 vehicles against 5. "Jennifer?" he called.

"I hear ya." she called from the top of the deuce and a half.

"Please get rid of the gunner before he makes trouble." A shot rang out, and the gunner's head disappeared in a spray of red mist. The distance between the convoys was rapidly shrinking. David readied his revolver.

150 yards. 100 yards. Jennifer opened up on them with lethal accuracy. 75 yards.

Luckily, David's convoy got the first volley in. Those with guns raked the raiders vehicles with reckless abandon. Cries and grunts of pain were barely heard above the roar of gunfire. David sighted in on a raider who was trying to man the repeater. He gently squeezed the trigger, and the .45 rocked violently backward, and the raider fell backward, clutching at his throat.

However, fun time seemed to be over, as the raiders were preparing to retaliate. Not good...

David prepared to duck, but was then struck with inspiration. "TAKE OUT THE TIRES!" he bellowed. Those who didn't blow their entire clip trained their fire around the tires. One by one, they were extinguished.

The radio crackled. "Convoy clear! Welcome to California!" shouted the lead driver.

Corpses lie around, stab wounds and various cuts protruding. Blood oozed from a particularly fresh corpse, though not all of these were his doing.

Dan reseaths his Katana, gazing up at the sky with a questioning look. How many more are to come? Will this ever end? Can we even win? Why are they here? Will Earth ever be the same again? Slowly these thoughts drove Dan to his knees, while he uttered an instinctive bellow of partial anger, partial confusion in his ever growing insanity.

Finding a barely suitable spot, Dan rested for a moment. He checked himself over to find a changed man. His gentle face was now rugged with dirt, cuts and blood, and he couldn't tell if the shadow he saw over his face was really ther or a figment of his imagination. His once lanky figure grew to a larger build due to both the carrying of his weapons and fighting battles. His hair was long and shaggy, due to the fact thatg the midst of war leaves no time for frivolous physical feature restoration. But not only his outside appearence changed. He was becoming a more enraged, parially mad person due to loss of contact wit the outside world. If he din't find another survivor fast, he would surely lose his mind.
kaplip, kaplop, kaplip, kaplop
Dan's ears perked up at the sound of gravel and feet colliding. He drew his Wakazashi and crouched, preparing to gain the element of surprise over the enemy. He caught a glimpse of one's face, and saw the malvolence behind it. His temper and rage, unleashed by the cold and raw emotions of war, began to rise rapidly. How dare this vile, disgusting bastards attack us. What right do they have to kill us off and inhabit the panet, sucking it down right to the core. Well, by the last breath he took, he would stop them. He charged, uncaring of the element ofsurprise anymore. He stabbed a soth right in the back of the head, useless shots being fired fom the now lifeless corps. More footsteps could be heard through the lot, ewhich meant this bastard had some friends. While he began to ran, the Soths enclosed his shelter with a living barricade, while soldiers rushed in. There had to be at least twenty surrounding him, and in his fatigue he was in no condition to fight. The Soths adance, preparing for the final blow...
(( Now in the next RP, someone(anyone) in California will come to my rescue(Please). That, or I'll gladly change the ending.))