Kazari

Post Apocalyptic Roleplay Idea

I'm interested. Though, Navy_Vet. What rate were you? I'm an 8404 M'self.

||Singularity||

Kal walked behind the group towards the Epiplex Facility, mulling over exactly how he planned on beating the others. Hand to hand had never really been his strong suit, though, he figured that if he could at least beat one or two of the others, then what he lacked in sole brute strength, could be made up in medical knowledge.

Slowly he walked, eyeing up the competition. The one in the large mechanical suit had the most leverage, a smile formed upon his features. 'Most interesting" he chuckled to himself, the thought of such a large suit against such a tiny combatant was, dare he say, funny?

||Singularity||

Kal furrowed his brow, rubbing his chin as he looked around him. 'A training bout?' He thought, standing up. "And what of the limitations? Are there any rules we should be wary of?" Kal suddenly said , training his sight on the GrandJudge.

The lost.

Nooooooo, wait D: <3

The Lost RP.

Looking through the scope of his rifle, Dustin lined the crosshairs up towards the shambling husk of what had once been a human; someone's father, someone's son. It didn't matter in a world like this, he inhaled slowly and held his breath, slowly squeezing the trigger and exhaling as the bullet flew through the barrel.

The lost.

Boboclown89 said
NoUnless your lucky

You're*

The Lost RP.

Also, jumping off what Derpstone said, what exactly happened? How much of humanity was affected? Was it just the US or the world?

The Lost RP.

Name: Dustin Cuestas
Age: 20
Appearance: Sandy blonde hair, blue eyes, 5'9.
Bio: An avid hunter, Dustin took great pride in his ability to not only kill an animal, but enjoy the meticulous aspect in doing so; the tracking, waiting, and hunt.

That was, before the entire world went to shit. The "New" Plague they called it, suddenly the world was thrown back into the dark ages; familes disbanded, friend fought friend, and the worst, cruelest aspect of humanity came to light: Its need to survive.

The bunker was a beacon, a bouy admist the sea of horror that was the outside world. Dustin had been lucky enough to be accepted into the fold and has since taken an interest in not only honing his hunting skills, but, also first aid. The many outdated texts inside became a trove of knowledge to his dry mind and fairly soon, he became a friendly face many saw in time of illness and need.

The lost.

Yup. Count me in.

Cold-Hearts in the 22nd Century

I'll toss a CS up soon, just got back from the field, goddamn Marines can't hydrate worth a damn.