It all changed when the meteors hit the earth. Massive, building sized hunks of burning rock leveling everything. The world is in chaos, governments have broken down, citys are in ruin, and no one who survived the terrible wrath from the heavens knows who they can trust. Then the mutations started. The meteors had changed the survivors in dramatic, powerful, and dangerous ways. You are a survivor. And you must do whatever it takes to stay that way.

Kronos screamed as the glowing rock stabbed into his back. He colapses in pain, and everything goes black. He wakes up, hours later, the houses in his neighborhood going up in flames. He, shaking, trys to stand up, and gasps in shock as his skin ripples, passing through the car he was trying to pick himself up with. He managed to pick himself up, and ran, stumbling down the street.

The city apartment building crashed down into the busy streets some thousand feet from its remainder- the piece that so happened to stay in construct from even a higher piece of skyscraper crashed into a smaller tower across from that street. The party was totally over.

The construct collided with that tower, ripping its windows and frames to pieces. Upside down, rightside up, sideways in barrelroll the denizens of the party were flung about once gravity clashed with gravity's nexus. Slim, sheening black constructs protruded viciously from the red walls right before his eyes into a lot of party goers-

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As Sebastian came to to the dim sparking kitchen lights fried out and the black pools of blood drooling off from his right hands floor location- having woken up made him start to slide out from under the refrigerator... the refrigerator went first overhead, snagging him by his hood.

It hit the living room wall with a crunch. Landing him ontop of it. He groaned as he pulled his hood free of the shrapnel sticking out of it. So. Much. Carnage. Flames were spewing out as party animals were in anguish from metal frames sticking out of their bellies, shoulders, some had them in their legs/and upside down too. A lot were dead. Half the wall was cratered out and from what it looked like another opening from the otherside... going deeper and deeper into the tower they collided into. He steadied himself up and yelled to the scene "I can move! I'm coming!" Some people managed to vaguely notice the direction of his voice, but then It happened.

There was a roar of wind and an implosion beneath them all- and through that deep tunnel erupted flames of wrath! Melting the vicinity to the metal and bone. Sebastian blocked his face with his arms, twisted on his heels and fell backwards, and then all of a sudden the flames ceased. Refrigerator acid pooled beneath him. It made him get up, it was touching his face after all. He was soaking wet.
Fear, aspiration, paranoia, inhospitable conditions.

The fizz of a fried out bulb sparked to life at his heel- a surge of electricity jolted and screamed through his bones as he was shocked through the hot air towards his goal. . . Another jet of flames.

-6 months after incident-

Copperhead sat in a tree, scanning the area for enemies. "All clear!" she yelled behind her. A group of people in buggies, jeeps, four-wheeled trucks and more came up from behind on a barely visible trail. Leading the procession was a State Ranger truck with a man in the bed. She jumped down into the bed of the truck, making a thump. She rose and got next to the man. "We're making good progress. How's everybody?" The man looked her with hope. "Good, Hernandez's leg finished healing while you were path-finding. We restocked on some resources foraging and hunting, and one of the big wigs thought we should make a farm on wheels. We also found a more efficient way to upkeep our ammo." Copperhead let out a hiss of surprise. "Well, soon you won't need me and Nick. we'll exit the forest by tonight and arrive at the abandoned facility. Then we'll be outta' yer' hair." The man sighed. "You two don't have to leave you know. You've been a big help, Sgt. Reign." Copperhead smiled at that. "Trying to butter me up are we? No, we can't stay. No humans trust mutants, and I'm no longer human, so just call me Copperhead. It's fitting, and deserving." The man looked at her, but decided not to press her.
Copperhead slid into the cab of the truck and let out a hissing sigh. "You know the resssst of the way? 'Caussse I'm kinda exssshaussssted." She hissed out. Nick, a man 3 years older than her, grinned at her change in stature. "Why are your fangs out, missy? Your startin' to slur." he said in jest. She put a hand on her mouth self consciously. "I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to sound threatening. It's just so hard to-" he shushed her. "Ha! You snakes are so self conscious about the way things come out. And don't worry about with me. And Yes, I do know the way. You go a head and do what you do." and gave her a little nudge. She glared at him a little for the hissing joke then hugged him and slinked into the floor boards, where she coiled around a pillow. Nick looked at her and snickered. "Soon we'll be done and home, then you can get proper rest from your job, Scarlet." and pulled a blanket from the back seat of the extended cab and through it on her.

Phazer crept through the shadows, following the large, loud group. He stopped about a mile out, and watched them moving about, looking for the mutant he had seen earlier. He sees her, and his whole body begins violently shaking. He turns into a normal looking human, and pretends to half stumble, half crawl towards the group. He calls out, "Hello? Does anyone have any water?" He "painfully" crawls closer, then falls on his face. Come on, take the bait...

@Shadow Dragon

"Scarlet! Wake up!"

Copperhead woke with a start. She rubbed her eyes. "What could be ssso important?" Nick frowned at her. "Survivor spotted. Asking for water." She stiffened. "I'll check it out, you keep the convoy moving." And she grabbed a water bottle and slithered out.
She got up to the man and hissed. "Try anything and I'll eat you. Who are you? What do you want?"

He gives a weak, hacking laugh. "I doubt you could eat me, but I haven't had anything to drink in a week. I'm Kronos, but you can call me Phazer. And what would "anything" be? Breathing? Drinking?" He looks around the camp and gives a low whistle. "You people are efficient, I'll give you that much." He looks up, and half whispers, "As for what I want?" He grins. "Survival, and a good fight every now and then." He takes the water bottle and drains it in a gulp. "Ahh, that was nice." He looks at her curiously. "What are you? You look like one of those D&D monsters. Serpentine? Serpentblood? What were they called?"

He had to slow down when his instincts told him a cliff was up ahead. When Sebastian reached the end of it he could see a whole convoy of vehicles post poned in an open plain, but from the measure of wheels still moving- recently.

He kicked his bike into a thunderous roar and wheeled around. It'll be an hour before I get to the graveyard. He thought as he headed down from which he came.

[FROM THE OTHER SIDE OF THE PLAINS] A sand storm was racing. A sandstorm of raiders. 25 motorcycles, 4 jeeps (2 with stand-up mounted machine guns). Music was blasting and they weren't slowing down. A hand signal from the only other vehicle, a bus with no roof or windows, and the motorcycles split in two separate arcs.
The Major then clenched it into a fist.
The jeeps aligned closer to the bus, diamonding it.
The Major folded his hands behind his back as he stood next to the driver.
The lieutenants from the jeeps either side of him(the ones with the mounted machine guns) in those passenger seats also gave a signal. The motorcycles accelerated ahead of the tip of the spear with yowls and weapons shooting up into the air. It'd be 20minutes before Major. Jackal "sought" the survivors.

[Major. Jackal haulted his diamond to assess his commandos and watch from a lions point]
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[Back to Bloodwake]

Hearing the echoes of bullets Sebastian made a mental check of his katana slung across his back. All he was wearing were a pair of combat boots, brown camouflage pants, a sleeveless white T, tatty brown fingerless gloves and black goggles to better suit his red Mohawk. Should be coming up now... He thought to himself as he cranked the handle a bit more.

@Shadow Dragon@StreetViper

"Pureblood Yuan-ti. I get that crack a lot. And if your here for a fight, then your poorly missss-guided. No one here fightsss unlessss to sssurvive, and I only do thingsss to help those who are lawful in their actionsss." She walked around him, examining him, and her tail touched his leg. "And I very much could eat you. Sssnakesss can eat creaturesss their sssize and sssometimesss bigger." She poked his chest with a claw. "But if you follow a few rulesss, I know a plassse with plenty of people worth fighting. Ssso what do you-" she stopped and tasted the air. She cocked her head. "Do you feel that?" she said putting her head on a rock. She got wide eyed. "Come with me. You can prove what kind of person you are." and she speed off into the forest.

He grins, and vanishes. He reappears right next to her, twirling a massive scythe made of black bone. "What's the target?" He steadily begins getting bigger, and much more dangerous. Long, sharp spines sprout from his body, and he gets rows of needle like teeth. A pair of leathery wings sprout from his back, and they flap softly.

@Shadow Dragon@StreetViper

She flicked her tongue out again. She veered slightly. "Raidersss, I think. And the only band of them within 50 milesss of my foressst is led by The Major, but I just call him Major Twit." She skidded to a stop on a ridge. "We're at the edge of my territory, but that convoy..." Pointing to the convoy Sebastion saw. "...Hasss people I have work with for passssage through. And there..." pointing towards a cloud of dust. "...Is the dirt-bag that terrorizesss the area. You sssaid you like a fight, well there it isss." She said with a playful voice.

The raiders started hazing the convoy- some bikers got mowed down. They were to wild to negotiate with.
The vehicles that tried to mow them down might have been trying to escape, but they were quickly circled by the bikers. Pocketted full of holes that the pickups just stopped dead. The rest of the convoy, with some aligning themselves right up against each other, made a motley crue of a defense grid.

Shots were being returned.
It would seem the bikers were at a loss to the untrained eye. But the convoy was quickly subdued. The remaining 16 bikers hauled their fallen men onto convoy vehicles, threatening the men and women with their AR-74s & FAMAS's.
4 of the bikers held everyone captive in an indian circle 50 feet from their vehicles so that the rest of the bikers could pat down the convoy.

That's when the Major noticed the dust cloud wasn't disappearing but coming into the scene. He had suspected a raider had fled the attack, it's happened before... and they were hunted down. But this was an entirely new target. Someone else had a bike...

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Almost there. He wasn't going to stop for nothing. Sebastian pulled out the katana from behind, charging with it open out like a zanbato. He was going to gash through the situation.
PINGkUrrrrr the katana was sniped out of his hand. All that was left was the handle, which was dropped as soon as he had noticed the devastation. The shot made Sebastian lose control of his bike and it slammed into an alligator roll throwing Sebastian down.
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The Major had fired. He signaled his leuitenants and they all drove in after the crash site. Night was coming.

He grows scales, coils into a ball, and rolls with frightening speed straight at the lead biker, and phazes away. He reappears with a large, bone sword, running the biker through the neck. He vanishes just as quickly as he appeared, and reappears right where he was before. The biker gasps in suprise, and falls over, dying.

The biker next to the biker turned and shot his machine gun on full auto to where the shadow was moments before. Sweat began to trickle down his brow. "MUTANTS!!!!!" He learned to yell.

Most of the bikers lit up their shoulders, arms, or created a ball of flame in their hand if they didn't have a rifle. Being a fire mutant was a common commodity now adays. One of the bikers even turned into a Baelor. His whole flesh turned craggy black and red. The red parts the normal skin- two wings sprouted out from behind him. He took to the sky. FAMAS on swivel.

When the Major saw his Staff Sergeant in the sky he, too, didn't let his guard down and hopped off the moving bus. His men knew what to do.

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When Sebastian heard "Mutants" it was show time. He did a backwards somersault, got to his feet and when he caught glimpse of the first thing that vaguely seemed to move closest to him he threw a left fist > a scorch blast was shot out. It grew bigger in size the longer it flew.
--He was running after it.

The scorch blast took aim at the bus. A commando yelled in its direction > a hyper-beam was emitted toward the blast. It's windy swirl of pink eradicated the blast in two. Making it dissaperate in a mock solar flare.

Sebastian did a combo as he watched the particles zimmer. 3 scorch blasts erupted out of shadow- they would of hit the bus but it's roof was cut off. Had Sebastian not barrelrolled out of the diamond he would of been dead.

One jeep flanked off when the riot-diamond began to turn, letting it turn smoothly like a shark... stopped, turned the mounted machine gun around and opened up.

Then the other jeeps splintered off to let the bus of commandos take the Charlie Alpha.

"Shit." Divide and conquer. He had no choice but to run in the direction of the bus' overlarge guard- for one to drag out the gun fires range and for two to designate just where exactly he needs to fire an extra plate of "Lighten Up!" Chances were he'd fire more than just an appetizer.

Copper head was hanging on for dear life. During the chaos, she slipped onto the underside of the bus and made sure she wasn't going to get hurt. When she heard gunfire, she sprung her plan into action. She slithered up the front fast and stared at the driver with rage. She hissed then broke the windshield and punched him then ripped the passenger's throat out with her teeth. She turned to the driver and hissed again. She went to the side and tore the door off it's hinges. She then threw the body out and slipped in. She grabbed the drivers neck before he could attempt to stop her. "Ssstop thisss car now, or I ssstop it violently!" and he slammed the brakes, and chaos issued. Copperhead slipped out the windshield with the driver in tow. He landed first, breaking his neck on a rock, while breaking the fall of Copperhead. She got up and dusted herself off. She sneered at the corpse. "Mmmm, tasssty unlucky moro- NO! Bad Copperhead!" and she flicked her snout. She then saw that the bus was headed towards her direction still. She immediately jumped out of the way. She landed in front of a biker on his bike. He stared at her with surprise. She smiled at him innocently and then bit him with her fangs, injecting her venom. She threw him off the bike and then continued driving. She peeked behind her to see his veins popping and turning bright green as he quickly died. She then sped off towards the bus, whose occupants were still recovering.

Phazer spreads massive dragon wings, and chases after the Baelor, his body slowy getting bigger as he completes his transformation into a massive black dragon. He unleashes a roar of battle, and shoots a huge plume of pitch black fire at the raiders.

They drive off in panic, and circle around, just out of firing range. A few of them stop their bikes, and pull out guns.

The man hummed softly to himself as he look through the scope of his medium length sniper rifle. He watched as a lithe figure leap from the tree to the truck, a sick grin twisting his tanned face. 'The bounty The
Major put on that things head'll pay off my debts rather nice.' He paused and thought to himself. 'And after takin' the cash from that twat, I'll see whats I can do 'bout gettin' the price on his ugly mug.' It was a good time for a man of his profession, his talents. Someone always wanted someone else dead, and was usually willing to pay for it. And if that suddenly changed, he just shot whoever had what he wanted. Good times indeed.

The cloud of dust rolled on towards the convoy, Jack frowning as he lost sight of his bounty. The winged wanna-be-human had startled him from taking the shot earlier, and now he regretted it. Hesitation didn't make anyone richer, and thats something he'd known from experience. With a burst of lust and greed, he quickly sighted in on the mutant-woman, firing off 3 rapid fire shots as she moved towards the bus.

He turns his head to the sound of gunshots, but continues to chase the demon acrossed the sky, roaring a challenge. He grabs the deamon by a wing, and swings it around, hurling it into the bikes. He shoots another burst of flame at the bikers, and his eyes turn to slits.

@Shadow Dragon
Copperhead stopped and saw a glint from far off. She saw her new ally in the sky. "Hey Phazer, Sniper!" and threw a chunk of scrap from the ground as she rode with her tail at him.