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Raylah
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Just saying, I once did a seminary work on the Yellowstone supervolcano while on high school, and if it actually were to explode, most of the states in USA, especially west from the volcano, would never see daylight again and would be covered in volcanic ashes for ages. Same goes for a big part of Europe, as thanks to Earth's rotation, the ashes high up in the athmosphere would spread there as well. So if @Irredeemable is actually going to use that, maybe make it a bit less realistic and bit more survivable, because almost noone would survive the real deal, not in a longer horizon.
Oh and I believe it's Israel not Isreal :D
Oh and I believe it's Israel not Isreal :D
The Oakwood Ranch
Anna rolled over in her bed, staring into darkness. She has been trying to fall asleep for the past three hours, but wasn’t very successful. Thousands of thoughts kept swirling in her head, most of them questions to which she had no answers. What is going to happen to the world? She was worried, even though she spent a lot of time preparing for something like this, she felt utterly unprepared and powerless.
So far it was going well - there was still some feeling of law and order left in the society. But what will happen when the stores run out of goods? When people decide it is easier to loot and destroy than to grow and build? Who is going to protect her family then?
She sighed and jumped out of bed. She did know that getting old would mean not being able to sleep through the night, but she thought it would wait at least until her fifties. Quick glance on the clock on the wall revealed that it was shortly after 3 AM. Anna grabbed a warm coat from the closet and went downstairs as quietly as she could, careful not to wake up little Alex sleeping in the next room with Ethan and Rachel.
The night sky looked almost the same as usual, the only sign of change was rapid decrease of plane position signal lights. The air traffic in the area was never huge, but still it was an immutable part of the view, and Anna caught herself missing it. This is what life is going to be now, she thought. Piece by piece things will be disappearing and we will be left with nothing but melancholy, remembering ‘the good ol’ times’? “Way to lift your spirit,” she grinned at her reflection on the water surface in the well.
She was about to head back inside when her ears caught a sound of quiet music. She headed over to the southeastern corner of the wall to track the source. The music was coming from a small radio, tied to a ladder to the guard tower.
“Out for a night stroll?” George smiled down on her.
Anna shook her head. “Do you never sleep?”
“Not if I can help it,” he grinned, but then his tone got serious. “The truth is, I can’t really sleep every since it all started.” Well he could sleep, but it was better to stay awake than to face all those nightmares.
“Yea, me neither,” Anna said, nodding. “It’s funny when you think about it. We spent so much time preparing, we should sleep well with the thought that we have done all we could have. And still, all I can think about is all the ways of how it could get worse.” She paused for a second, listening to the music. “Wow, I haven’t heard this one in ages. Didn’t take you for such romantic soul.”
George shrugged and swiftly climbed down from the tower. “I’m not,” he said, his hand reached out towards her. “Shall we dance?” he winked at her.
“Very funny. I’m in my pyjamas and winter coat and we are going to dance in my farmyard,” she frowned at him.
“Mhm, exactly. You have a strange way of pointing out the obvious things,” he grinned and grabbed her hand, pulling her closer. They didn’t really dance, just rocked from side to side, hugging each other.
“I’ve missed this,” Anna whispered with her eyes closed.
“You were the one to call it off.”
“Who is pointing out the obvious things now? It became clear that it was just about sex for you.”
“Aren’t we a bit old for all the romance and dating?” He raised his eyebrow.
“Well thank you very much, you know how to flatter a woman,” Anna said, teasing him. “You just want me because you are afraid and alone.”
His eyebrow went even higher. “And you aren’t?”
“Of course I am. Things are more complicated for me. I have to take care of my family and…”
He interrupted her. “I will help you with that. That’s why I am here. I know you think I’m just a grumpy weird madman, but I can be a nice guy when I want to.”
He tried to kiss her but she leaned away a bit, studying his face. She had some doubts about that, but what the hell. The world might be ending soon.
Some time later…
Anna stretched and blown a straw of hay off her face. “It’s scratchy.”
“It’s a haystack, it isn’t actually designed to be comfortable,” he grinned at her.
“Oh, shut up,” she rolled her eyes and turned over to the radio to turn the volume up a bit.
"Hello America!" a loud voice interrupted the music and Anna looked at George with surprise, "My name's Three Dawg!"
“Oh it’s this lunatic again. I’ve heard him a couple of times in the evening. So far he hasn’t offered any news, not even talking about advice. But the music isn’t that bad.”
Anna looked around to find the top of her pyjamas, only to see it lying in the middle of the barn. She walked over to pick it up, wondering how it even got there in the first place and trying to avoid the accusing look from Gale, a brown horse lying in the stall closets to them. Apparently he didn’t like being woken up in the middle of the night by some humans rolling around in the hay.
“Hey, do you…”
“Ssh,” George interrupted her, pointing at the radio. Some other voice was coming from it. “This Ginga Ninja sounds like a reasonable guy,” George said when the radio went silent.
“Yea, can we respond to this?”
George frowned. “We can. But the question is, should we?”
Anna stopped to think about it. “Well I guess it can’t hurt to talk to people. If we don’t give out any specific details about where we are or what we have, we should be safe.”
“All right, you are the boss.” He walked outside of the barn and headed towards the shed, Anna jumping on one foot trying to put a shoe on the other one. He took some electronic device off one shelf and tweaked with it for a while. “Here, just press this button and speak into this.”
Anna took a deep breath. “Hello everyone, this is Grandma Betty speaking from western Colorado.” George chuckled and she gave him an angry look. "We have a relatively safe place here and we would like to have friendly relations with other groups, so that we can help each other survive this. We can even accommodate a few people here, provided we like them and they are willing to do some work. I would like to wish everyone good luck and never forget that we are all human beings.”
“Such moralizing, grandma,” George grinned at her when she released the button. “You think you will fix the world by telling people to behave?”
“Well someone has to try.” She yawned and looked outside. The eastern horizon was getting brighter, but there was still time to catch some sleep before the morning duties on the ranch. Or some other things, she thought and winced at George.
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Dyson's Dream- Sci-fi NRP with a thousand worlds in a single star system
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7 yrs ago
Forum: Nation Roleplay
@Oraculum Well Arawak hasnt been online for over 20 days, I think it's safe to say that he isn't coming back any time soon. I am not sure if we can continue this with just 2 people.
@lavulman I have the exact same feeling
Hehe Im generally not doing whole lot even uninjured :) Get better soon.
I'm sorry but I won't have time for this RP so feel free to give my spot to someone else
MUDDY HELL
Cenwulf sighed, watching his army crawl in the mud that used to be a road a few hours ago. There was a lot of noise – horses and oxen pulling the carriages were making desperate noises, as their hooves slipped in mud. Cenwulf cursed and spurred his horse towards a carriage that was completely stuck. “Hey!” he yelled on one of the passing soldiers. The man almost snapped at him but seeing that it is the general he quickly raised his hand to salute. “Get two other men and come help me,” Cenwulf continued as he jumped off his horse.
The soldier quickly came back with some others and Cenwulf directed them behind the carriage and stood next to them, putting his hands on the dirty planks on the side. “All right, on three, we pull up! One, two, three!” The men groaned and growled, trying to lift, but the thing was stuck deep and the mud was like a slippery glue. “Damn this!” Cenwulf knew he can curse all he wants, but they need to get this carriage at least out of the way, so others can pass. “Again!”
Finally, the mud squelched and the wheel was free. The coachman whipped the bulls and the carriage moved forward. Cenwulf was leaning against it and as it moved, he lost his balance and ended up lying face down in the mud. He just growled resignedly. He got up and unsuccessfully tried to wipe some of the dirt off his face.
A rider was moving amongst the soldiers. “The general! Where is the general?”
Cenwulf waved at him. “Over here. What happened now?”
The messenger looked suspicious, the man covered in mud apparently didn’t fit into his image of a general, but he handed him a sealed letter. Cenwulf raised his eyebrows when he saw a royal seal. The letter stated that the princess disappeared, and he was to assign some men to help find her. He rubbed his forehead, thinking what to do. He wasn’t about to send a squad of soldiers back through this muddy hell, especially when they were finally close to the city of Watford.
He walked over to his horse, took a piece of paper and a quill from the saddlebacks and quickly wrote a response. “Take this to the commander in Leighton, he will give you all the men you want to help with the search,” he said, handing the message to the man. “Good luck with it, I hope the princess is found soon.”
Messenger squeamishly took the letter, trying not to get the mud from it onto his clean clothes. “Yes, sir.” He turned the horse around and rode off, splashing the damned mud around.
Cenwulf sighed. Can’t at least one thing go as planned? He saw Osmund amongst the men at the front of the convoy and rode towards him. “How far to the city?”
“We should be getting to the edge of the forest, sir. We should see the city soon.”
“All right, I want you to go to the city and tell the council that we will be arriving soon. Tell them to prepare supplies for us at the clearing near the western gate – especially clean water and some warm food for the men.”
“Yes, sir,” the boy nodded and sprinted forward.
Cenwulf heaved a sigh of relief. He was exhausted. He hoped that the new raiders haven’t arrived to the outpost yet and the army will have an easy task of storming it and burning it down. But his men needed to rest at least a day before they could even march, let alone fight. Cenwulf himself felt like he could sleep for a week and still wake up tired.
It was nearly dark when the camp finally seemed to be set up to Cenwulf’s expectations. He was in his tent, watching maps and listening to reports of the commanders. It seemed that two carriages with supplies didn’t survive the journey, but the men were able to salvage the cargo. All things considered, it wasn’t a bad outcome.
“Sir?” Osmund peeked to the tent and disrupted Cenwulf’s thoughts.
“Come in,” Cenwulf waved to the boy to come closer, his mood dropping, when he saw boy’s facial expression. “And here was I thinking that things are finally going well. What is going on?”
“The raiding party had already arrived. We have some spies watching them, for now it seems they are keeping to their side of the river, although some are wandering around, probably scouting the area.”
Cenwulf nodded. “Great. Edward!” he shouted and another men’s head appeared in the entrance to the tent. “Double the number of the men on watch, especially on the north and western sides. Any man caught sleeping on the watch will be whipped in front of his unit. We cannot afford someone sneaking up on us.”
“Yes, sir,” man nodded and disappeared.
“Keep scouting on the Norsemen and try to figure out what are they planning and when, but be careful.” Cenwulf sighed. “I don’t have that many good men to be able to afford losing them.”
Osmund smiled. “Don’t worry, sir, I am always careful.” With a salute he left the tent.
Cenwulf stared at a map for a while, frowning at the spot where the raider outpost was marked.
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The warring States era. ( a fairly classical story on an international scale)
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7 yrs ago
Forum: Nation Interest Checks
It looks interesting
The Oakwood Ranch
Anna peeked into the room only to see Ethan packing his bag.
“I have to go, mum,” he said when he noticed her.
Anna snorted. “Like hell you have to.”
“I am a DOCTOR, they are rallying everyone to…”
“Are you insane?” she interrupted him. “Have you seen the news? Do you want yourself get killed? To abandon Alex? For what?” Anna shook her head desperately. How can her own son be so stupid?
“I took an oath to help people.”
“You can help people here. There is nothing you can do for the others.” Anna absentmindedly touched the gun, safely placed in a holster at her side.
Ethan looked at her nearly with disgust. “So this is how is it going to be? We will hide out here and shoot everyone who comes close?”
“Of course not. But in case you haven’t noticed, the society out there isn’t what it used to be anymore. People are killing each other for a can of soup.”
He rolled his eyes. “You are over exaggerating.”
“Am I? Give it a few days and you will see. But you will do that from here. You are not going anywhere,” Anna said firmly.
Ethan gave her a sad laugh. “I’m not fourteen anymore, mum. You can’t ground me.”
She nodded. “I can’t. But she can,” Anna pointed at Rachel, who was just going up the stairs, cradling Alex in her arms.
“As much as I hate to say it, I agree with your mother,” Rachel frowned. “You are not leaving me and our daughter just because you think you have some obligations to other people. There is no discussion on that.”
“See, she agrees with me. You don’t see that every day, do you?” Anna laughed. As much as she disliked her daughter-in-law, right now she was glad for her support.
George was atop of the northwest guard tower. Well, he liked to call it a guard tower, but truth be told, it was pretty far from being an actual tower. Still, it provided him partially covered and elevated spot to see over the wall and far to the grass fields surrounding the ranch, as well as to the edge of nearby forest. He lowered his binoculars. Careful observation of the entire horizon didn’t reveal anything unusual. Perhaps it was too soon, but he believed that in times like these, you can never be too careful.
He glanced at his sniper rifle. While he was ex-military, he never was a professional sniper. Still, he would be better than any untrained civilian, which will soon start roaming the country, searching for things to steal and people to kill. It was maybe little too pessimistic thought, but George believed it. Sooner or later it is going to happen, and he will be prepared.
He overlooked the pasture where Bob and Mary tended to the cows. The animals have finally calmed down, they felt the tremors from the earthquakes long before humans even noticed them. But while animals could relax as there was no immediate threat to them, humans could not. The electricity was still working and most TV channels were operational, providing everyone with images of riots, shooting, even bombing.
Frowning, George thought it was just typical. There is a huge disaster, and instead of helping, people immediately jump at each other's’ throats. Countries in the middle east took the advantage of turmoil in the UN and reignited every old feud they had with each other, killing thousands of civilians in the process. Not that human life had had any value in those parts of the world even before all this mess.
George shook his head, trying to get rid of those depressing thoughts. He saw Anna leading the house and quickly jumped down from his spot to catch up with her. “So how did he take it?”
“Not well,” she sighed. “But he will do what Rachel says.” George just laughed. “Hey I don't like her either, but what can we do?”
“Everything looks fine for now, at least around here.”
Anna nodded quietly. “I don't think there will be any immediate trouble for a few weeks, but we better be prepared.”
“Yea, my thoughts exactly.” For anything.
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