Frengo

States of Evolution

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I believe we still need epicberet and his stone trolls, don't we? Or did I just somehow manage to magically miss them.

@TheSovereignGrave

Nah I think you're right. Let me send him a message.

@epicberet Yo dawg. You still in?

States of Evolution

Hurray! Final post of the Evolution Phase done!

Sorry it took so long; I've been a tad busy these last couple of days. And sometimes it can be hard to sit down and force myself to write, you know?

@TheSovereignGrave

I know all too well. It's okay though, this RP is a slower burner.

So wait, is that everyone? Does that mean I can update the map and stuff?

They Hunger For You (Closed)

Character: PFC Michael Roper
Location: Orik Farmstead
With: No one.

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The door had been kicked through some time ago; the wood had rotted, and was laden with mold.

Michael stood flat against the wall besides the door, his armour chaffing against the wooden panelling. He breathed slowly, trying to minimise any noise he was making. Candle light flickered from inside, casting shadows across the porch; he studied them intently, and after a while, he started imagining he was seeing shapes form. He closed his eyes, shook his head.

"Keep it together, man," he murmured to himself.

He counted to three in his head, and then rounded the doorway with his shotgun held at his shoulder. He swept the barrel from left to right, but all that he was greeted with was dilapidated furniture and the odour of rotting food.

"This is the army!" he called out. "Anyone home?" But only silence answered him.

He stepped forwards, careful with his footing. A few planks creaked with his weight, and he winced each time - but it couldn't be helped. He kept his gun at the ready, and continued to methodically check every corner, crack and crevice for signs of life. Though nothing stirred, not even a rat or a group of flies.

It appeared he'd walked into the house's living room. It was rustic, with large wooden beams supporting the floor above; a tattered sofa lay against one wall, and an old fire place sat devoid of warmth. A few candles were scattered about the place, and looked to have been lit recently.

He moved over to a door on the left, and tried the handle. It clicked open. Using the barrel of his rifle, he pushed the door aside - and then recoiled.

It had been some kind of cloakroom or storage cupboard. Now however, it was the scene of some grizzly nightmare. Two corpses, torn and tattered, and probably at least a year old, looked back at him from a seated position. It appeared they were holding each other in comfort, but the ancient blood spatters and filth that covered the walls said they died in anything but. So bad was their state, that Michael couldn't even make out the style of their clothes, or even their genders.

"What the fuck?" He asked aloud.

One of the corpses held something in its hand, a little touch screen tablet by the looks of it. A red light blinked on the device periodically, and Michael bent down to retrieve it. The corpse was an unwilling participant though, and Michael was forced to break the poor bastard's hand clean off.

As he turned it over to examine it, the device suddenly sprung to life, and text whizzed across the screen. Michael read it aloud to himself.

Captain Morgan Jared,

2425, March 16th: Earth Time.

This will be the last entry of my Captain's log.

We went out to the escape pod earlier, to see if we could get it airborne. It wasn't there. How did someone move 20 tonnes of ceramic and steel from right under our noses!?

It doesn't matter I guess. It wouldn't have taken off, no, it was a false hope.

The Watchers took six more of my men last night... well, for what passes as night in this strange land. Now there is just me, Sergeant Baits, and Doctor Eleth Claud. Baits says we should make a stand. Claud says we should keep exploring. It doesn't matter what we do in my opinion, we're doomed either way.

Baits is talking about going to a farmstead up the road in search of food. I'd go, but me and Claud are both too weak.

If anyone finds this, please notify the United Nations Space Command that I, Captain Morgan Jared, did not dessert. I did not run. I did not go missing. The Gravity Drive misfired, and it

They're coming.

Forget everything. If read this RUN DONT STAY

Michael lowered the tablet, mythed. "2425? United Nations Space Command? This has to be a joke," he said to himself, smiling broadly underneath his gasmask. "Someone is royally fucking with me."

Meanwhile, the corpses at his feet shuddered slightly.

They Hunger For You (Closed)

There, all done! If anyone has any questions, I will answer them the best I can.

EDIT: As a disclaimer, I have scaled the monsters according to each character's apparent strengths.

SECOND EDIT: Monster Tracker updated :)

They Hunger For You (Closed)

Evil Stirs!

Roll One

Character: #5 @neogreggory

Monster Roll: 3

Monsters Within

Section Commander Arth Bek's impromptu beacon has aroused the interest of three werewolves. Even now, they are sprinting towards the castle, snarling and howling in anticipation of locking their jaws into fresh meat.

The beasts are tough and durable, and though silver is the quickest means of dispatching them, they can be felled by mortal weapons. They typically surround their prey, and use hit-and-run tactics to disorientate them before going in for the kill.

Three actions available:

Talking to them:

Speech

Any attempt to reason with the beasts will be met by mocking laughter, and the occasional "We hunger for your flesh!".

Running away:

Result

If successful in escaping the beasts, they will hunt your character tirelessly from one end of the map to the other if needs be. Once a werewolf has locked onto a prey, he/she will not relent until the hunt is complete.

Fight!:

Result

The werewolves are expecting your character to defend themselves, and will use their pack-mentality to tire, disorientate and cripple them, until they are weak enough to take head on. Additionally, they are known to toy with their food, which can convey an advantage if their prey is deadlier than they first thought.

Roll Two

Character: #3 @MrMinerGuy142

Monster Roll: 5

Monsters Within

Gunsō Haruka Kazuko is being stalked, by the ghosts of his enemies. A squad (12) of zombiefied American GIs are watching him from the undergrowth. Their uniforms are putrid and gore covered, their flesh pale and cracked - or bloated and veiny. Maggots crawl across their eyes, and pour from the wounds they sustained in life. Their weapons are rusted and useless.

They await the perfect moment to jump from their cover, and beat the hapless Japanese soldier to death with the butts of their decrepit weapons.

Three Actions Available:

Talking!

Speech

If spoken to, the zombified GIs will scream out "You killed us!", "We HUNGER for YOU!" and "SINS OF A NATION!" in perfect Japanese.

Running?

Result

They can be out run as they are slow movers, and once Gunsō Haruka Kazuko remains out of their vision for more than a few minutes, they will vanish. However, they may return at a later date.

Fight!

Result

The zombified GIs are slow, shambling zombies but who have more coordination than your average walking corpse. They will grip, pull, tear, punch and bite Gunsō Haruka Kazuko if they get the chance; however, they will simply try to overwhelm him, and beat him to death with their rotting weapons.

Only a headshot or dismemberment will kill them. Upon death, they will whisper "Thank you" in American English.

Roll Three

Character: #6 @Framing A Moose

Monster Roll: 1

Monsters Within

A small child - a girl - no more than ten years of age, is curled up and weeping loudly just off the path on the north side of the bridge. Her clothes appear tattered and caked in mud, but her blonde hair is immaculately clean and styled into ringlets. Her face is obscured by her cupped hands.

Actions Available:

Talk

The girl will not respond to anything your character says, but will merely keep weeping.

Prod

If your character touches the girl in an attempt to get her attention, then she will remove her hands from her face, revealing one giant mouth full of razor sharp teeth - no eyes or nose, just teeth and jaws.

She will immediately lunge at your character, and attempt to chomp into them!

If your character is able to restrain the girl, or escape, then she will simply vanish into thin-air.

Run!

The girl will simply vanish, if your character decides to ignore her.

They Hunger For You (Closed)

Alrighty, who's ready for some monsters? I am! I'm going to roll for half the characters... well, 3 of them, as we have 7 so far.

So 3 of us are going to get visitors in the near future. I'll work them into your stories as best I can, but ultimately, be prepared to have your little plot derailed by the arrival of evil stuff :D

Stay tuned!

Road to Berlin

Panzergrenadierkompanie B Links

Company Overview
Current Mission
Active Characters

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Panzer Platoon Status

Character: Hauptmann Moritz Greiter
Location: South West of Choroszcz
With: @DiZL ReloadeD@Kurai Assassin@MrMinerGuy142@Errant Son@Zetsuko

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Moritz grimaced as Rudolf's mechanised infantry made their attack on the farm - and came face to face with dogged Russian resistance. Leutnant Jager's mortars had dropped smoke shells all over the area, masking the furious close-quaters melee as it began to escalate. The infantry would be on their own for now, and would need to rely on their superior skill at arms to prevail against the Russians guarding the farm.

Unfortunately, good German men, young men with otherwise bright futures, would die. War was never without casualties. Moritz could only hope that Rudolph could break the defenders quickly, with minimal losses.

On the plus side, the anti-tank fire had ceased, and now the way was clear for Moritz to launch his much anticipated attack. He intended to drive a path through the fields, and into the town, before allowing the panzergrenadiers to catch him up for the final assault.

"Oberleutnant Adalhard," Moritz spoke into his radio piece, but looked across the way at the Oberleutnant's Panzer IV as if addressing him directly. For a moment, he envied the man - the Panzer IV was a superior vehicle, but it was short in supply. "Deploy on the southern flank, follow me at a crawl, and watch out for enemy armour. If anything comes at us, I want it lit up before it can get around my flank. Do not advance into the town, though, no matter what happens."

The Panzers flared to life, unable to shoot any more salvoes towards the barn without risking friendly casualties. Their petrol engines roared and rumbled, and soon they were embarking on a modest jog in the direction of the town. The smoke-choked battle for the barn raged on their left, and with Oberleutnant Adalhard on their right, the Panzer Platoon would follow a clear channel through the middle of the AO.

Moritz dared to open his hatch, for a better view of things. The battle was under way now, and an explosive chorus of small arms fire was breaking out across the entire front. A bullet snapped against his turret, and he ducked back down for a few seconds, before trying his luck again.

The town ahead was partially obscured by a thin wall of trees and bushes, but Moritz could clearly see the array of muzzle flashes pulsing from every window and door of the houses directly in-front. The Russians were in a panic, and were firing at anything and everything - paying little regard for the effectiveness of their weapons at such ranges.

"Platoon, chamber two rounds of H.E at them," Moritz said, and thirty seconds later, the four panzers burped a volley towards the houses. Firing ceased from the Russian side briefly, but soon picked up its pace again. "Oberleutnant Adalhard, add your StuGs to this-"

Moritz was cut off as something exploded to his left, sending a wave of heat washing over him, and the sickly smell of burning oil - and something worse. He looked over, half in a daze, and saw that Weinstein's panzer had been reduced to a flaming wreck. It didn't take the Hauptmann long to find out what had happened.

An whole platoon of T-26's - Russian tanks, with 45mm guns - burst from the trees in front of the houses. They'd obviously been well hidden in the foliage, and had remained so until their commander decided it time to strike. They surged forwards, firing at the panzers; most shots went wide, and the rest proved ineffective. The 45mm was capable of putting down a Panzer III, but it took some skill to hit the right part of their armour, and these Russian tankers were mere children compared to the likes of Moritz.

"All, load AT and engage at will," Moritz said, clambering back down the hatch just as a spatter of bullets slammed against it. He fumbled for his radio. "Oberleutnant Adalhard, load AT and assist us with the enemy armour!" He then changed the frequency to the company's support weapons platoon. "Jager, start dropping H.E onto the town. I want those Russian dogs staying in cover whilst we deal with their armour. Bring your machine gun teams up, deploy them in line with our tanks and start hammering anything that moves. I want total suppression and maximum fire superiority."

They Hunger For You (Closed)

I am a American, and like to think I can resolve issues and tell when a character is too OP and when it's acceptable.

So... I suppose I volunteer for Co-GM duties if you'll have me Frengo.

@neogreggory

And thus begun the rise of Neogreggory, who would later become world wide dictator by 2052. His reign was both bloody and sincere, but it ... I'm sorry I'm kinda drunk right now.

Okay fellahs, if I'm not here, and you've got beef, then Neo is the man to see. If new players or existing players float a character app, and I'm not here, then Neogreggory is also the man to see about matters.

So sayeth the Frengo.

They Hunger For You (Closed)

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I am

@Elora

Awesome. Always appreciate a new face in the crowd.

If you need any help, we've got a whole boat load of awesome people to help you along the way. Just give any of us a shout.

@Everyone else: Any American fellows want to co-gm this with me? You don't need to worry about the NPC system or anything like that; I just think it might be wise to have someone here who can resolve any issues, and accept new characters, when I'm busy sleeping. I'm British, so there's a good six+ hour difference going on between the Frengo Mainframe and the rest of the world.

It's not necessary, but I guess it might help in the long run :D

They Hunger For You (Closed)

@Elora You certainly can.

@Kurai Assassin I guess let me know when you're all sorted?