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Six Sides: An Endless Horizon

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War of Seven Suns (Scifi Character/Faction RP)

And we are all gone again D:

Sanctuary

I throw my hat in with the more posts and boobs guys :P

Both of these things please me.

Surviving: The End (character-centric; modern zombie survival)

Seizures, shootings and teasers.

Doesn't get much better than that am I right?

Edit: Thank you Azseth, and can you switch Marrie to being 'not immune' and Ivy to being 'immune'? That would be extremely awesome of you :)

Surviving: The End (character-centric; modern zombie survival)

June 17th, Zeigenbien Food & Farm Supplies, Waynesville, Missouri

The crisp, and clean morning air greeted a solitary man. He watched lazily as the 'undead' horde that had been ever growing since he had taken up residence here, shambled aimlessly about the parking lot below. The man paused a moment, breathing in the beautiful air that surrounded him on this fine mid summer morning. He then let out an unexpected and throaty chuckle. "Well, the end of man sure has done a wonder on the quality of the air around here now has it boys?" The man, who had been dressed in a standard constable's uniform said as he turned to his undead companions. All three were former subordinates of his, and were currently held down by metal chains that were attached to steel chairs that had been bolted to the floor of the roof.

All the man got back were snarls and stifled grunts. The three creatures desperately fought against their bonds. The Constable wondered at how they saw him. Did they see an old friend? Or was he simply a morning snack for these three zombified officers? He shook his head of the thought and steeled himself to his duty. He loaded his double barrel slowly, trying to put as much time between him and the inevitable as possible.

After a several long moments of extended gun loading and silence, the constable pointed the shotgun at his first subordinate. " Sorry Jay.." He trailed off, swallowing a lump of sadness as he continued, ".. say hi to Margie and the kids for me, will ya? I got'sa feelin' I'll be seein' ya shortly.. Old pal.." A tear rolled down The Constable's cheek as he pulled the trigger.

Jay's grey matter litter the floor behind him, and The Constable moved to the next man. He continued this pattern, giving each man his own personal 'good-bye' speech before sending them off to whatever awaited them on the other side.

When he had finished, The Constable walked towards the edge of roof's edge. The tears he had held back so bravely in front of his men forced their way out and he fell too his knees.

Constable Dylan Harper couldn't remember how long he had sat their, simply crying, unable to bring himself to his feet. When he finally did finish he turned to see the only remaining member of his 'Zombie Resistance' that had started out with such high hopes. Harper's eye's were red from the hours of crying he had just completed. He looked to Ivy Ellenheart and smiled. "I believe it time we made our way out of this shit hole, whadd'ya say Girlie?"

"Agreed." Ivy replied, and with nothing more than a nod she turned to leave the roof.

July 1st, 2017

The last few months had been taxing on the psyche of young Marrianne Ellenheart. The almost complete solitary confinement had pushed her to the edge of her sanity. Things had gotten better in the last few weeks however, a man named Anders had begun answering her numerous calls through the intercom. They had, had several hour long conversations about his family and hers. She spoke in an excited tone about the day she would be let outside again. Anders had lied to the girl out of sympathy, telling her that her family would be waiting to see her out.

For the last two weeks Marrie had lived in this state of bliss. Every afternoon at one she would sit in front of the intercom and talk with Anders about the outside, and how life was going for him. Anders told the girl good things, things that she needed to hear, and, for now, both were content with this state of ignorant bliss.

Marrie had drawn many pictures of what she thought Anders looked like. The pictures were strewn about her room. She had told him about the pictures and he had replied by telling her he would give her a special present when she was released if she had guessed what he looked like. Marrie was ecstatic about this, and began drawing even more furiously. Her small rooms was littered with at least twenty different variations of the man. At dinner time she would leave the pictures in her dirty tray for him to look over later. He would then give her hints about what she had gotten wrong the day after. This was a game that had, up until now, kept her mind off of the loneliness she had felt before. Marrie was beginning to show signs of recovering from the detachment, and Anders had been the sole cause of this recovery.

It was now one o'clock, and Marrie sat obediently in front of her intercom, waiting for Anders's voice to sound from the other side. Her little finger held the 'listen' button down, she dared not release it, for fear of missing him.

A minute passed..

Ten minutes passed...

Half an hour..

An hour..

Two..

Marrie began to panic. Was Anders alright? Had he taken a day off? No, he never took days off, he even said he would be here yesterday. The little girl began having trouble breathing. Slowly her state of panic worsened, and worsened. Her breath grew shorter, and shorter. Her hand fell from the listen button and she lost function in her limbs. Marrianne fell to the floor and began seizing. Luckily for the little girl, nothing in her immediate vicinity had the ability to harm her, and the seizure passed with time.

The small girl's mind became blank and she lay in place for a short while, she was completely unresponsive for a whole minute. Afterwards a female voice sounded over the speakers in the roof. "Ms. Ellenheart, are you alright?"

The girl suddenly snapped to attention and brushed off her clothing. "I am good, thanks." She replied simply. Marrie then crawled into bed and slept until 7am the next morning. When she awoke, she had no memory of where she was, or how she had gotten there. Luckily, Anders, who had been too busy to speak with her the day before, was able to calm her down with some effort. They have, since then, continued their talks without incident.

Sanctuary

BBeast said
The fire core propulsion only removes the one of simplest of the gun's moving parts and removes the explosiveness of bullets which are lying around. The hard part is getting the bullets in place. If you stick bullets in a tube and then have a controlled explosion in the bottom, you do not get an assault rifle. You instead get something which fires a handful of bullets all at once with no control. To deliver bullets in any weapon which takes more than one bullet per barrel needs some sort of feed, which generally requires well-crafted mechanisms. In manual guns, you still need a good mechanism to move the next bullet in place or it will get jammed. In semi-automatic and automatic weapons that mechanism also needs another mechanism to operate it (typically powered by the exhaust of the previous shot). These mechanisms are non-trivial. Their complexity could perhaps be comparable to a combustion engine, with all its rapidly moving parts. In no way beyond the technological capabilities of this world, but not readily available to just anyone, especially in a quarantined wasteland.A weapon using a core, on the other hand, needs very minimal moving parts and cores can be found in just about everything, so many core weapons would be more readily available than ballistic firearms. Yes, fancy cores like plasma are not readily available, but lightning and fire and land are some of the most common cores around and could still make pretty decent weapons.In short, it is quite easy to make a one-shot ballistic firearm, especially using cores to replace chemistry and ignition. But anything which fires more than one shot without reloading is much harder. But these are gangs, not engineers. They wouldn't build their own guns. Like what Anriu said, they would be supplied their guns by gun dealers, which would have military connections. Unlike what Anriu said, after the apocalypse getting new guns would be all the more difficult because of the quarantine, martial law and destroyed economy. But this is a gang. They would have had stockpiles beforehand, then take weapons from other gangs. Same goes for the Golden Mercenaries, expect their pre-apocalypse connections were probably more legitimate than those of any gangs like the Blood Saints.

I pretty much second all of this.

Edit:

Skai said
Also, I don't know if I went into enough depth in her reaction to Iktomi's slaughtering, but I did write, I apologize if I didn't make it obvious that she hadn't expected so much power from Iktomi. I was going to make a separate post about her thoughts on it after all the chaos was over and she could be alone and think.

Extremely reasonable. I did notice the lack of emotion in Arrianna as well, this statement clears that up rather nicely, thank you.

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((Enters))

Is Matt around?

Surviving: The End (character-centric; modern zombie survival)

So Az, just a question about the 'Immune' title. What exactly does that mean?

Edit: And afternoon newest members, I do hope to have many wonderful rp shenanigans with you in the future.

Edit: Also, Az, The convenience store that we will all be meeting up at, what is it called?

Sanctuary

Sage is correct, Even if at the start of the RP society had little to no guns other than the standard flint lock pistols. Core weaponry was most likely in testing phases.

Now we skip ahead a year, the world has literally gone to shit and the demand for advanced weaponry has risen substantially. IE: The military mass produced core weaponry that had only been in testing phases a year earlier, and now uses it as standard issue.

Gangs got a hold of some of it through a black market of some kind most likely, and the GM's probably have contacts within the military itself, or have some way of producing this equipment on sight. Either way the appearance of 'guns' is not really an issue.

The only real problem I have at the moment I have already stated prior to this post :).

I hope this helps resolve some issues :).

Hell's coffee lounge

rawr.