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I hope you're having a splendid day :)

Currently interested in fantasy and sci-fi roleplays.

My discord is Mataus#3575 in case you need to contact me.

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Since it seems that everyone else is meeting up in Wesville rather than at the ruins, why don't you have Will show up there. You can say he stopped by for supplies.

Edit: Sorry, thought you were the guy with the troll named William for a second there.

If you want to join in the largest current Ecetopia plot you can join our group in Wesville on the way to some undead ruins.


Sounds good and, because of his backstory etc, it'll make sense for him to be there.
Anyone have a character or group that Will can interact with?

Is this still active?


I mean where is that one other person who can join xD
Where are all the people? Show yourselves!

Aparecium!
Matt had nothing to do but wait and listen to his comms as their two scouts forged ahead to the crater. His mind wandered to through their trip. He had expected them to run into more monsters than they had. Everything seemed tranquil. Even the land was quite beautiful, despite the crater. If the world had never gone to hell, Matt would have loved to raise a family here, build a cabin. Perhaps, though, he wouldn't have wanted to live here. Perhaps, before the collapse, everything was polluted, destroyed. With a sickening thought, Matt realized that the monsters cleansed the world, gave them a new Earth to build on.

If they could take back their world then Humanity would have so many resources at their hands. Perhaps they could learn from the monsters, learn ways to rebuild a better Human Earth, but in a way that would allow them to prosper for ages to come, using the knowledge of the monsters to do so. They just had to defeat the Other first. Crackling comms brought his attention back to reality. Nathan had lost contact with them, it appeared.

Jake gave the order to follow in their scouts' footsteps and so they did. It was yet another quiet ride, the peace disturbed only by the empty Wild Men village. As they neared the crater Matt felt the air change, almost like there was a sort of power surging through it. It felt like being near a lightning strike, or that was the closest feeling that might describe it. Then the once molten rock showed up, melted into beautiful patterns. It was only when Matt dismounted and peered over the edge that Matt felt a shiver run through his body. There were so many of them, an army! "This is unreal," Matt said, his eyes now focusing on the glowing object. "Anyone have an idea what that is? Now that we can see it."
Matt returned to the Sky Hawk, where he changed into a new undershirt and pants so that he'd be able to get going quick. He went through his gear, refreshing his memory on the locations of everything. After that, he placed his SM8 and H8 near him and pulled his blanket over him. Nothing woke him until the alarm on his simple wristwatch went off, a soft, electronic chirp. He first checked the mini cameras which he had set, they didn't show anything. He wished he could bring them, but they didn't have the gear to power and use the cameras. Then Matt put all of his gear on, secured his hat, (a hex multicam baseball cap which had "Anselmo Pilot" written in black and gold letters on the front) rechecked the cameras, and went outside.

Once he had walked the perimeter several times he returned to the Sky Hawk, where Rig would be running diagnostics. "Hope you found that everything is sound. How's it looking, Rig?" He asked, his hands resting on the butt of the SM8, which was slung over his chest. He guessed that the turbulence wouldn't have caused too much trouble to the beast of a machine. Perhaps there would be a few loose/severed bolts from vibration, but he doubted there'd me many. Aviation bolts usually were secured by a vibration proof system. Either way, Rig would be the one to know.



Matt wasn't pleased to hear that they'd be leaving their ride, even if it was a good decision. When the word came that he'd be riding with Spook, on a Duvari, he slowly shook his head. That would be... interesting. Matt looked at the Duvari. It was Spook's turn drive, it appeared. "Spook you're up front, I've spent my life in the air, not on the ground."

On the way, while riding the Duvari, Matt had a few questions for Spook. "So, Spook. I have two questions for you: where'd the name Spook come from and why the sword?" He asked to take his mind off of being so vulnerable, even though he bet the Duvari was a beast.

Once they arrived, and the crater and the sound that was coming from within came into focus, Matt had to stare in awe. He could feel the energy in the air, almost like how it felt to be near a lightning strike. Then the crater lit up. His polarized shooting glasses didn't do much to block the light, and the young soldier found himself blinded for a moment. "Damn that's bright. What the hell could do that!" He shouted, as he looked away. He could only imagine how the Duvari with its heightened senses felt.

Then the orders were handed out and Isis and Nathan went to go scout. He looked down at his SM8. Matt could effectively engage at 200 meters. But that wouldn't be of too much help here, he could see. For now, all he could do was study the crater with his binos. Jake was right when he had said that something was wrong. "This place oozes trouble."
And if you want to be a seer or have a dude with a LMG/rocket launcher, you're super welcome! ;)
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Matt listened to the rest of the stories with a smirk. He felt a level of proudness; it was satisfying to hear that the Wild World couldn't beat these guys. Spook's story was especially notable, killing a Shredder with a melee weapon. That was something. It sounded like they had an overall sturdy group of people. He felt, foolishly, relatively safe.

The dinner call brought Matt to his feet. He went straight for the freshly caught and cooked meat, which he bet tasted as good as it smelled. "Thanks, Isis, Jake." Matt said as he carried the meat back to where he was sitting, near Rig. "I don't believe I've ever tasted Knossa," he said to no one in particular. After eating, he went into the S'awk and went through his gear, organizing it to be grabbed on the fly. He set his SM8 and H8 on the ground near him, then laid his bedroll down. He set down one 5.8x32mm HAP (hypersonic armor piercing) 45rd mag near the SM8, so he'd have 90 bullets (one mag in the gun and the one set out) to throw at something very quickly. Then he set down his survival pack next to the guns if they had to run. He would take his vest off when he went to sleep, which is the reason he made these precautions.

Once done, he picked the SM8 back up and went outside to where he had been sitting and began cleaning the large PDW. It came apart quite easily, being made up of three major parts which, once taken apart, would easily allow access to the rest of the gun's parts. He didn't have much to say so he listened in on the other conversations.
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