MatthiasAngel

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Each character will be a Mutant with abilities of your choosing, who will be tasked to go on 'missions' until eventually they are strong enough to handle the big guys. Being a Mutant super-hero is not an easy task, nor will you be paid, but are you willing to lay down your life for the good of humanity?

You need to explain why our Mutants are considered (and behave like) good guys, when all the other Mutants are out for anarchy and killing civs and whatnot. Can I RP as a renegade or mercenary-for-hire? I'm all about guns and tech, rather than fire breath and super strength, so a subtle power like perfect accuracy or seeing through walls would be sweet.

I'll admit I've never GM'd before, so this will be completely new to me.

I GM'd on another site, and lemme say: It's not easy, but it's a lot of fun. I can give you some important tips if you're interested.

Overgrown

Hey. Sorry, but I'm going to have to withdraw. I've been under conviction for being a Christian and not being open about it on the internet. I'm saved and haven't said anything about it, so I will. Jesus died for you. He died for your sins and rose from the dead. Salvation is simple. Admit you are a sinner. Believe that Jesus died and rose again. Ask him to save you. That's all there is to it, and I wish I had said it sooner. Please consider salvation. It's the most important decision you will ever make.

Elysium

Hey. Sorry, but I'm going to have to withdraw. I've been under conviction for being a Christian and not being open about it on the internet. I'm saved and haven't said anything about it, so I will. Jesus died for you. He died for your sins and rose from the dead. Salvation is simple. Admit you are a sinner. Believe that Jesus died and rose again. Ask him to save you. That's all there is to it, and I wish I had said it sooner. Please consider salvation. It's the most important decision you will ever make.

Elysium

I'm going to church camp this week. Won't be back until the late weekend. Don't know how it'll affect my activity on this site afterwards to be honest. Might need to drop out. It all depends on conviction. I'll let you know when I know.

Overgrown

I'm going to church camp this week. Won't be back until the late weekend. Don't know how it'll affect my activity on this site afterwards to be honest. Might need to drop out. It all depends on conviction. I'll let your guys know when I know.

Overgrown

Sarah screamed at herself inside. How was she supposed to know they had tattoos? Her chances of convincing him were extremely slim, and they all hinged on a black emblem that she didn't have. She didn't hear Matt and couldn't help but wonder why he hadn't shown up to help. Maybe he was afraid too? Either way, her life was in her hands, and she wasn't about to let someone take it away.

She sighed again and rolled her eyes, as though the whole process was a waste of time. "Fine, whatever. If it makes you- look out!" She cried, widening her eyes and pointing over his shoulder. Steph turned instinctively, disregarding Sarah for only a second. It was all the time she needed. Sarah had hidden the baton in her right sleeve, the handle facing down, holding it with her wrist. The instant he turned, she dropped the baton into her hand, flicking her wrist and extending it to its full 20" length.

Steph immediately realized he had fallen for the oldest trick in the book. Furious, he turned again just in time to see the baton whip into his left thigh. The impact sent a shock wave all the way to his head. He yelled in pain, dropping to one knee, then lunging forward, determined to take this girl down. Sarah was already prepared, stepping back and changing her footing for a swing in the opposite direction.

Matt had heard the yell of pain. He realized Sarah had attacked the other man. Maybe she was only pretending to be one after all? He stepped out of the door and looked into the room. Sarah's eyes were blazing, her teeth bared and her body in a combat stance. The man known as Steph barely got off his knees when Sarah swung again, hitting him in the lower jaw. Matt winced as he heard a bone snap. Steph fell against the wall, blood dripping from his shattered jaw. Sarah didn't even give him a chance. Changing stances once more, she fired one last swing at Steph.

Straight into his throat.

The blow crushed his windpipe instantly. Steph reached for his collar briefly, trying to reach his neck, then hit the ground hard. He was dead. Matt couldn't help but stare at the body. Sarah has literally beaten a man to death. He looked up at her as she snapped the baton closed and shoved it into her belt. She grinned.

"Sorry for lying." She pointed at the dead man. "I was trying to...convince..." he face fell, as the realization of her actions hit her. She clamped both hands over her mouth to keep from hyperventilating. Matt rushed forward and grabbed her, sitting her down on the bed. Her eyes were dilated and she was sweating heavily. He grabbed her shoulders and shook them.

"Sarah! Stay with me! Hey, focus! They're still here. We need to go, okay?"

Sarah couldn't even look at him. She was almost in shock.

"I killed him," she murmured over and over again. "I killed him I killed him I killed him I-"

"Sarah!" Matt hissed, pulling her head towards his and forcing eye contact. "We. Have. To. Go. Stay with me, okay?" He paused. No response. "Okay??"

Sarah nodded slowly, her eyes slowly filling with tears. She let him help her to her feet and, one arm over his shoulder, lead her from the room and resting her against a wall. She closed her eyes, trying to stay calm but overrun with emotion. She was a killer. How could this happen??

Matt ransacked the house and body as quickly as possible. He loaded his satchel with food and bottled water, then slung the rifle over his shoulder, pocketing the ammunition without examining it. He grabbed the terrified girl by the arm. "Come on. Let's get out of here before his friends show up."

Sarah nodded slowly, and they both headed for the stairs.

Overgrown

Can you post first so I can keep my story going?

EDIT: Adding a little realism to mine that people don't often think about.

Overgrown

I dunno but I'd like a new player. Half the people dropped out, though, so if you're willing to join, you're going to need to commit and not drop out after a few posts. Can you do that?

I obviously can't make the call, since it's up to Swarley, but I vote yes for a new player.

Also, Swarley: Need to know if Amie is confirmed or not (CS above).

Elysium

To be honest, I'm running low on ideas. I haven't been replying frequently because I'm not sure how to work Seth into the story, or even where to go with the story. Any suggestions?

Overgrown

Matt heard the door smash into the wall and closed his eyes, trying to stay calm. They were here. Hopefully Sarah would last. She seemed like the kind of person who would avoid fighting at all cost, even if it meant giving up, and that was going to cost far too much. He didn't know if the CoG's were into torture, but he wouldn't put it past them. He heard two sets of boots walk into the apartment and stop. They didn't seem in any particular hurry and were moving slowly through the flat. He pulled the magnum from his holster as slowly and smoothly as possible, even though his common sense was screaming at him. If the intruder saw the front of the gun, he would know it was unloaded. Matt's only chance was to catch him from behind.

"We'll find someone I'm sure, you'll have your fun Steph, don't worry about it," a voice called a few moments later. Matt heard the boots approach the room and he pressed himself against the wall behind the door. The man would step inside. Matt would close the door and jam the revolver into his neck. Hopefully the man wouldn't fight back against a revolver muzzle pressed against his skull. Matt could negotiate his way out from there. Hopefully.

Matt saw a head poke into the room. He bent his knees, counting to five....four...three...tw- Matt blinked, slowly realizing that the soldier hadn't bothered to enter the room. He had glanced in and turned to the other one. He heard the door open and the boots cross into the other bedroom. Sarah! Matt was just about to run for her room when, to his surprise, he heard her speak.

Sarah had changed tactics completely. She knew a closed door wouldn't stop a CoG, and she knew there was nowhere to hide in the room. The bed sat on the floor, the closet was full and the window had no drapes. She would have attacked the first person to enter the room, but she had heard two pairs of boots. If she beat one of them, the other would shoot her. She threw both ideas out and instead decided to play one enormously dangerous bluff.

The door creaked open behind her. Sarah turned, facing a tall, evil-looking man in full CoG attire, including a rifle. He grinned, seeing her as an opportunity. It was now or never. Sarah swallowed her fear, straightened up and saluted, displaying the jacket and emblem. Without hesitating, she recited the oath of the Children of God in a steady, angry voice.

"Well look who FINALLY decided to show up! Where have you been?! Didn't you notice I was gone??"

The man stared at her, unsure of whether to return the salute or laugh. The bluff was working for now. The more aggressive she could be, the better. Sarah crossed her arms, scowling.

"I was sent out here last weekend. Didn't find anyone inside. On the way back out, I met a leopard. It's still out there, somewhere, and it almost killed me." She sighed in frustration, looking at her jeans. "It shredded my pants, so I had to find a new pair. I've been stuck in this stupid apartment for DAYS. Do you have any idea how embarrassing this is, Steph? I thought we were BETTER than that!"

Matt was speechless, as was the other man. Suddenly he became angry. She was one of them! It had all been a lie! He had called for Amie when he opened the apartment. That's how Sarah knew her name. She was a CoG all along. Now he has three targets. For now, he decided to wait and see how the man would react.