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STATUS: "When we go crashin' down we come back every time,'cause we never go out of style, we never go out of style" 9 yrs ago
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"When we go crashin' down we come back every time,'cause we never go out of style, we never go out of style"
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9 yrs ago
That's a damn good way of putting it. But I don't want it to be over.
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9 yrs ago
How fucked up yet unsurprising is it that I don't even know what I want? I miss us, but I want to move on, but I want you back, but I want you to find someone else. Why is love so complicated?
9 yrs ago
Fun, friends, parties and girls galore. It's like the world really is my oyster now. But you were the pearl. As cheesy as that sounds.
9 yrs ago
I love and miss you terribly. Get well soon :)
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Furthermore, you can't just say "Miliary Personnel" either put research into your character and portray him realistically or play a civilian. I am very picky when it comes to military characters.
JonxlatheLion said
Hey, my guy is just a marine trying to survive. No blame with that.
Yeah except that your "Marine" is wearing an ARMY Combat Uniform. Whiskey Tango Foxtrot ghost rider? Also, M1911s are only issued to Force Recon. If your guy was a USMC Military Policeman (as I expect he was given his equipment) he would have an M9. Clearly, you need more research.
Matt laid on his stomach in the trees, watching the campground through his small pair of binoculars.
One conscription age male and female, one elderly man, both males carrying Kalashnikovs. Female appears armed with a handgun.
He thought silently, slipping into the same frame of mind as he had in Afghanistan when watching a suspicious village or camp.
"I don't see any kids."
He breathed to Shan, at his side.
"Can't tell what their deal is. I'm gonna' move closer, see if I can see anything else."
Placing the binoculars in his cargo pocket, he dragged his M16A4 into his arms and planted a kiss on top of Shan's head.
"Be safe."
He whispered, slowly starting down through the trees towards the campsite. The mossy ground was helpfully quiet under his boots as he crept up, kneeling silently in some thick brush within ear shot of their camp. He strained to hear over the crackling of the campfire but managed to make out a conversation about where they'd gotten their small haul of supplies for the day. From what he gleaned, they'd robbed a lone male survivor a while ago without any fatalities on either side. He felt a minor moral dilemma at this. On the one hand, they were bandits, scum that preyed on their fellow man. But on the other, they didn't kill needlessly, they weren't sadists. Even a fairly decent person wouldn't have a hard time executing a lone man. These people needed to eat too. But what of all the game and camping supplies in the area? Had they already used them up or were they just ignorant? He was now presented with a slew of questions and dilemmas. After some thought, he determined that he would likely end up robbing these people. What they had was stolen anyway, so he felt little remorse about it. Killing them might be excessive, he had enough blood on his conscience. Besides, the young woman and man reminded him of Shan and himself.
He knew though, that they'd never take their supplies without a fight and he wasn't about to risk Shan's safety. They couldn't afford to take chances nowadays. He turned and slithered back up the tiny incline in the trees, returning to Shan's side.
"There's only three of them, these guys are raiders. They robbed some guy literally minutes ago. They've probably cleaned out the rest of the campground too. No way we're getting anything without a fight."
He paused a moment, looking deep into her (comparatively) innocent eyes.
"We have to kill them. They're a threat to us and everyone else around here. I'll pull the trigger, I just want you to keep an eye on things and take out anyone that gets away. Okay?"
He asked, putting a hand on her tiny arm. Feeling how thin she'd become strengthened his resolve. Why should they have to starve while these thieves prospered?
One conscription age male and female, one elderly man, both males carrying Kalashnikovs. Female appears armed with a handgun.
He thought silently, slipping into the same frame of mind as he had in Afghanistan when watching a suspicious village or camp.
"I don't see any kids."
He breathed to Shan, at his side.
"Can't tell what their deal is. I'm gonna' move closer, see if I can see anything else."
Placing the binoculars in his cargo pocket, he dragged his M16A4 into his arms and planted a kiss on top of Shan's head.
"Be safe."
He whispered, slowly starting down through the trees towards the campsite. The mossy ground was helpfully quiet under his boots as he crept up, kneeling silently in some thick brush within ear shot of their camp. He strained to hear over the crackling of the campfire but managed to make out a conversation about where they'd gotten their small haul of supplies for the day. From what he gleaned, they'd robbed a lone male survivor a while ago without any fatalities on either side. He felt a minor moral dilemma at this. On the one hand, they were bandits, scum that preyed on their fellow man. But on the other, they didn't kill needlessly, they weren't sadists. Even a fairly decent person wouldn't have a hard time executing a lone man. These people needed to eat too. But what of all the game and camping supplies in the area? Had they already used them up or were they just ignorant? He was now presented with a slew of questions and dilemmas. After some thought, he determined that he would likely end up robbing these people. What they had was stolen anyway, so he felt little remorse about it. Killing them might be excessive, he had enough blood on his conscience. Besides, the young woman and man reminded him of Shan and himself.
He knew though, that they'd never take their supplies without a fight and he wasn't about to risk Shan's safety. They couldn't afford to take chances nowadays. He turned and slithered back up the tiny incline in the trees, returning to Shan's side.
"There's only three of them, these guys are raiders. They robbed some guy literally minutes ago. They've probably cleaned out the rest of the campground too. No way we're getting anything without a fight."
He paused a moment, looking deep into her (comparatively) innocent eyes.
"We have to kill them. They're a threat to us and everyone else around here. I'll pull the trigger, I just want you to keep an eye on things and take out anyone that gets away. Okay?"
He asked, putting a hand on her tiny arm. Feeling how thin she'd become strengthened his resolve. Why should they have to starve while these thieves prospered?
Reganza, you need to be more specific than "A .22"
Is it a rifle or a pistol? Bolt action? Semi auto? Revolver? Pump? Be specific.
Is it a rifle or a pistol? Bolt action? Semi auto? Revolver? Pump? Be specific.
Sadly the groups never did reunite. I'm looking forward to Matt's reaction when he finds Desmond's journal and learns about what all he missed.
Also, I actually have Cadet crap to do (as I hate to misrepresent myself, stolen valor and whatnot) but I digress,
any of you punk-ass bitches think you can take me!? Huh!? HUH!?
*shanks random passerby*
AnnaBeth is MY frickin' valentine motherfuckers!
Also, I actually have Cadet crap to do (as I hate to misrepresent myself, stolen valor and whatnot) but I digress,
any of you punk-ass bitches think you can take me!? Huh!? HUH!?
*shanks random passerby*
AnnaBeth is MY frickin' valentine motherfuckers!
Also, I have been instructed to tell you all that AnnaBeth is awesome. Hail Empress, don't ask questions and remember, Big GM is watching you ;)
I approve all of the aforeposted applications.
One note though, throwing knives don't tend to work very well, especially on zombies (unless you just stab them in the eye like a regular knife)
The one hit insta-kill from video game lore is fictitious, someone hit with a throwing knife would still take five minutes or so to bleed to death, just like if you'd stabbed them with a regular knife (only thing is throwing knives usually aren't long enough to puncture into the heart/lungs so you have to rely solely on them bleeding out)
That said, they still would hurt like a bitch if you got stuck with one.
One note though, throwing knives don't tend to work very well, especially on zombies (unless you just stab them in the eye like a regular knife)
The one hit insta-kill from video game lore is fictitious, someone hit with a throwing knife would still take five minutes or so to bleed to death, just like if you'd stabbed them with a regular knife (only thing is throwing knives usually aren't long enough to puncture into the heart/lungs so you have to rely solely on them bleeding out)
That said, they still would hurt like a bitch if you got stuck with one.
I'm fine with being adorable as long as I'm not Co-GMing a thread. It makes the peasants fear meh less :P
lol
So, glad to have so many people on board and to see the old guys coming back. Heretic/Fortune, I kinda' said in the intro that Jackson was killed (like, twice, his walker was also killed by Matt) because I didn't think you'd be joining back up AND we couldn't just leave that story un-finished.
Sorry if I jacked up your plans or anything :/
lol
So, glad to have so many people on board and to see the old guys coming back. Heretic/Fortune, I kinda' said in the intro that Jackson was killed (like, twice, his walker was also killed by Matt) because I didn't think you'd be joining back up AND we couldn't just leave that story un-finished.
Sorry if I jacked up your plans or anything :/
Matt forced a smile in reply, her mention of the old group digging up painful memories. He could see how much it had hurt her too, and the weak, shaky sense of hope she clung to was tragic to see. On the one hand he couldn't just crush her hopes and dreams of finding their old friends, but on the other, she couldn't move on if she didn't accept it. He decided inaction was the best action for now and hid his emotions behind a loving smile, taking her into his arms for a quick embrace.
"It's possible. It's a small world, and they were all fighters. But let's not get too hopeful, okay? The most we should expect is some food and a decent tent. If we plan for the worst, we can only be pleasantly surprised."
He said, petting her hair for a minute.
After a moment, they separate and Matt lifting his rifle back into the crook of his arm, setting off towards the campground.
"It's possible. It's a small world, and they were all fighters. But let's not get too hopeful, okay? The most we should expect is some food and a decent tent. If we plan for the worst, we can only be pleasantly surprised."
He said, petting her hair for a minute.
After a moment, they separate and Matt lifting his rifle back into the crook of his arm, setting off towards the campground.
Matt and Izzy were usually more neutral towards each other. He was friends with Desmond pretty much from the start and regardless of who was in charge, he reported to him as I recall. Either way, fun times. Fun times.
And accepted of course :P
Me and AnnaBeth are actually a good number of miles away from Mt. Rainier and are heading to the Cougar Rock Campground (it's a real place, check google maps) so you could meet up with us there. Your character could just come down from the mountain to see if things have settled or to scavenge or whatever and walk down the trails to Cougar Rock.
And accepted of course :P
Me and AnnaBeth are actually a good number of miles away from Mt. Rainier and are heading to the Cougar Rock Campground (it's a real place, check google maps) so you could meet up with us there. Your character could just come down from the mountain to see if things have settled or to scavenge or whatever and walk down the trails to Cougar Rock.
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