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Balthazar said
Guys c'mon. It's Christmas and we all have our own lives. Just because not everyone is constantly posting does not mean we're inactive. On a lighter note, I went cosplaying on Sauturday, which was a lot of fun! Was thinking of doing my own warrior character for next


Cool! Who'd you go as? I've never really gotten a chance to go, since I don't live near any Cons or anything.

AngelNoire said
Yeeeeeaah I'm out. The whole first season of the walking dead, and years supply worth of diesel thing is too much. Also the reasoning behind the entire farm is better in the short term thing was poorly done. Sorry man, but it's badlogic. Theres only so much ridiculous you can put into a realistic rp. Youre turning this Jed character into some kind of flawless champion of the people, and even from a GM its basically god-modding.


Hey, if this isn't your thing, it's not your thing, but I don't really think you can be very critical of the 'logic' when you scaled a roof, gave a speech, swung out a window, built a set propelled cart and then surveyed the town and a castle in less time than the Town Hall meeting took place. If you'll look over the amount of time it took for those discussions to take place, you achieved 6 hours work, minimum (including hammering, carrying wood, unhooking trailer hitches on two cars with (I'm assuming) a wrench, scaling rooftops and the bell tower of a church) in less than 10 minutes.

Jed's an idealist, sure, but he didn't Assassin's Creed his way to and from his bed. Now granted, you apparently know some free-running, but I don't see how that makes you an Ezio/Knuckles the Echidna hybrid.

If you this isn't what you thought it was, then you just need to say so. You don't need to insult the people here.
Post is up! Tell your friends! Hopefully I kept Jed within character!
Jed - The Farmhouse

Jed was already at the farm by the time everyone arrived, standing in front of a run-down looking farmhouse. Net fencing surrounded the property with tangled weeds creeping up along the fence line and signs of rust prevalent throughout. A simple twist on some of the wire would be enough to snap off a piece. Overgrown weeds and vines crept up the walls of the home and the wooden panelling looked weathered and worn, with holes visible in parts.

“I’m glad that you could all make it here.” Jed greeted the assembly that had gathered before him, “As you can see, there’s no shortage of work waiting for us! I’ve come up with serval jobs that need our immediate attention and I’m looking for volunteers.”

Waving a hand towards the farmhouse, Jed brought the groups attention to the dilapidated building. “The most obvious job is cleaning the farmhouse here, cleaning out the rooms and making this place livable, or at least maneuverable. I’ve seen inside already and I have to warn you to watch out for some holes in the carpet and floorboards.” He then nodded to the vines and weeds, “Next is the weeds, or the plants and grass in general. Fortunately there seems to be a tool shed behind the house that should hold branch cutters and the tools we’ll need. Then we need to start organizing a place for livestock. The fence here is in need of repair and I saw some holes as I came in, as I’m sure all of you did too.”

Turning back to the group, he addressed them with an optimistic smile, “Finally, we need volunteers for a patrol, scouting out the property and even looking for furniture, fences, doors and equipment that can be scavenged or repaired. Morganna has already mentioned that she plans to travel to Florence, so hopefully she’ll return with supplies, but for now we need to see what can be found around the this area.”

“Our friend, Miyka has also taken some initiative and scouted out a nearby castle that may prove quite beneficial in the future once we’ve established a home here.” Looking at everyone evenly as he spoke, Jed smiled broadly, “I have no doubt that we be able to work together towards a better tomorrow starting here! Through hard work, perseverance and goodwill we can start to reclaim what was lost and rebuild, no, improve the world that was taken from us!”

Beaming with optimism and anticipation, Jed look at the group, “So! Who wants which job?"
Okay guys, I've talked to Balth a gotten an idea of what she wants to do. Co-GM post incoming!

How's everyone doing? Just waiting on everybody else?
Balthazar said
Hi everyone, so deathdaeg (hope I spelt that right, can't copy and paste on here) has agreed to be my co-gm until my internet has returned. Incase anyone is wondering how I post- I have a blackberry and when it is not rebooting, I use my mobile internet to post. But I loose so many posts it's ridiculous.


I'll try to keep the RP healthy and running!

Anyone who can't copy-paste, Death or DeathDay is fine, too :P I may or may not be an Anglo-Saxon/Old-English nerd xD
I looked over in Morganna's direction when she introduced herself. If what she was saying about Goldilocks was true, she wouldn't be the only one to have figured it out, and cults had been started by less. Between the IQ and 'households of discord', it could inspire some supremacist movements focused on IQ, or a fundamentalist group that punished 'discord'. That could be worrying.

Other than that, Morganna and the guy raised some pretty good points. Accommodation, a place to farm and supplies had the highest priority. I had no idea how long the workdays were in Italy, though. Around this time of year in Texas, the sun would be setting around 6-7pm, while it wouldn't set until around 9pm at the height of summer, so a 10pm start tomorrow would ideally give them 8 hours of work time, not including lunch breaks. Hopefully the farm would have some farming equipment, too. Like tractors, machetes, saw, clippers, tools, nuts and bolts and generally things that would make their job easier. Maybe even a welding set-up. If the tractor or vehicles ran on diesel, that would ease some of our fuel problems. Maybe.
That was when I felt a hand in my pocket. I started slightly, looking at the guy walking past me while grabbing for my pocket. He looked like the guy from the rafters, and I prepared to chase after him to get whatever he'd taken, but a quick search showed nothing missing. In fact, he'd left a note. Something about a nearby castle, wells, walls, protection and fortifications. It was signed '-M'.

It was a good idea, something we could work towards, but until then we needed a home base to at least start farming food and water before moving on to bigger projects. Worst case scenario, we could probably build a sturdy wooden wall from, 8-foot thick wooden beams. I'd seen it done with some cattle traps in Texas. It would help us have a safe place to herd livestock and we could probably use it to protect any houses, at least until the castle became an option.
The meeting slowly broke up though, and I gathered the dogs and Chopper and headed home. They were right when they said we'd need more weapons, too. We were probably going to need to go old-school. Sure, we could melt down some of the more useless items for spears and things, but we were probably going to need bows and arrows and things. Even packing your own bullets, shells and powder could only go so far.

I slept relatively well that night, the dogs keeping me warm, but in the morning I was anxious. This was going to be a lot of work and it was a;most a guarantee that some personalities were going to clash, not to mention the uncertainty of things now. Morganna sounded like they were going scouting, so I had to hope they didn't run into any trouble. Or have trouble follow them back.
Saddling up, I made a mental note that I'd need a cart before too long, depending on how Chopper world react to it, and got ready for the day.
Still here :D
Lachlan

I chuckled slightly as the fairly tall girl spoke up. I hadn't wanted to say it myself out of embarrassment, but she was right. We were going to need midwives. And her idea of a tribe wasn't bad. It held all the sense of community that we would need to survive, and we could take on apprentices to make sure people knew our skills for when we... Well, when we died.

"Tribe. I like that. Very Sepultura." I said with a chuckle. "So... Do we elect a chief, or do they just have to prove themselves through their deeds?" I asked. Christ knew I didn't want to be Chief. Teacher? Fine. Repairman? Sure. Leader? Hell no. Anxiety made me sick enough as it was.

When the book was handed around to me I glanced over it briefly, acknowledging the skills written within before writing my own.

Lachlan,

  • Irrigation.

  • Drive manual and auto.

  • Fence building.

  • Basic farming.

  • Cattle ranching.

  • Hunting.

  • Basic electrical knowledge.

  • Basic Metalwork.
  • Catching movement out of the corner of my eye, I glanced up. Someone was crawling around in the rafters and scampering out the window.

    What in the world is he...? I ignored it, but I stayed mindful. The last thing we needed was someone in the rafters taking shots at the people below. It was during that time that someone stepped up on a table, banging a stick to be heard and calling me Brown Beard, which made me smile. It made me feel like a pirate or something. It sounded like there were other people in favor of forming a plan, too. The first few weeks or months would probably be spent scavenging food and materials while planting crops and getting a more sustainable operation established. We likely wouldn't be wasting too much time planning, either. The longer we planned, the less we'd actually get done and the hungrier we'd become, making our situation much more desperate. And if there was one thing we didn't need, it was high tensions and empty stomachs.

    I suddenly also became very aware that I had potentially hijacked the meeting, probably making myself sound like some sort of outspoken trouble maker, but I mentally shook the thought out of my head. I was only saying what needed to be said, it wasn't like I was calling anyone's leadership into question. Plus Walking Stick sounded like they agreed with me, somewhat.
    That was when some British kid voiced their agreement, apparently a 16-year old. I nodded to the guy on the table and the other kid and pushed the paranoia out of my head. After all, if I didn't bring it up, who would? It did us no good to sit on my hands and stay silent, otherwise when trouble hit I'd be to blame for not saying something sooner.
    I sat with the dogs, biting my tongue and thinking. The young guy was giving a motivational speech about unity, helping people and surviving, but the way he was wording things worried me. Words like my haven and a fortress for myself. I was always paranoid about that sort of thing and how quickly it could devolve into my rules and my decision. But he was right, we needed to work together as a community in order to survive. We needed medical books to learn how to treat injuries or make salves or medicines. If we could find a doctor, even better, but we needed to be mindful of taking in dangerous people, too.
    As wary as I was of the situation devolving, we'd need to figure out punishment for crimes, places to hold anyone particularly bad. We'd also need irrigation if we were going to grow crops, maybe figure a way to desalinate the ocean water or collect dew. It was getting cold, so we'd need wood to burn and blankets to keep us warm. We'd need fires to boil water, too.
    If we could find a hardware store with some shovels and digging tools, we could lay pipe. If we found any. Probably 1-inch black poly, since white PVC pipe could shatter if it got too cold and wasn't buried. We'd also need concrete to start building a water tank, ideally high up so it would be gravity-fed and we'd need to locate a water source to tap a well in order to be able to fill the tank. Solar panels and wind turbines could power the pumps.

    As I was planning all of this in my head though, someone started raising their voice. They sounded like they were getting pretty passionate, too. I couldn't see who it was, but it sounded like he was voicing his own rallying cry and mentioning something about hiding on the roof.

    "Look, that's all good n' well," I said, standing up as the dogs shifted, "But we need to actually make some other plans here. We need food and water, like young lad says, and we can't scavenge forever. That means farming, which means fertilizer and irrigation. We need animals, which means fencing. We need to actually know what we're doing. It's one thing to say what we need, but does anyone here know how to do it?"

    I waved over to the main young guy who had called the assembly "Do we even have the tools to treat a severed artery? Let's face it, we're in a position where the flu could kill us, never mind an infected wound." I nodded to my dogs, "As it stands, our pets aren't going to live as long as they would've anymore. We don't have rabies or parvo vaccines any more, or heart worm treatment. There are some things we just can't do anymore. Now, we can learn splints and things, but we need materials. We need books, which means raiding bookstores and libraries. Unless we plan on going vegan and starving from the first failed harvest, we need to learn fishing, skinning, butchering and animal husbandry for food, clothes and fertilizer. We need to learn up on wiring solar panels, and what kind of manure is too high in nitrogen. And in case we run into the wrong people or the wrong people come to us, we need weapons and jails." I gestured around the Town Hall, "We need to learn how to maintain this shit on our own. We can't rely on any one person anymore, especially when a bad cold could rob us of their expertise. We have to become carpenters, electricians, farmers, butchers, plumbers and even doctors. I get that we need to work as a community, but we need to have a plan, too."

    I looked at the young guy once more, "So if you want us to join you, then I for one am going to need more than promises and good intentions. I need to know your plan."
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