"Go live in a haunted house" sounds like a fun one.
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Sorry, I'm not a firefighter- I dress like this to do burglaries
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Sorry, I'm not a firefighter- I dress like this to do burglaries
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Working on a post as we speak
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How does the. 5 ant work?
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@Chronicleman congrats! I wish you many years of bliss
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I once had the same character across multiple dimensions, but they were all yugioh dimensions
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@AnakisutoYT still with us?
I just don't like sandwich posting but I was planning getting something up tomorrow at the latest
No worries. Honestly I could stand to be a little more patient, but I appreciate the quick responses.
lol he got the buttons reversed! That's going to be fun to play out later
Hello, anybody? 2 days since the latest post, are we all still here and on-board?
It's been a couple months, shall we assume this isn't going anywhere?
How's this?
Name: Rick Malone
Age: 40
Appearance: Mostly dressed in faded blue jeans, an under shirt, and worn out flannel shirt. suspenders hold his pants up, and heavy steel toed boots protect his feet. He's stopped doing more than "cleansing baths/showers"; personal grooming isn't a priority.
Background: Rick was an outdoorsman, and a "bushcraft enthusiast". He made it a hobbie to simply... know how to survive, if he got lost, or just found himself in some sort of "survival situation". He was briefly married, and had custody of his 10 year old son. They were out camping when it all happened, and only made it a month before he lost his son to the dead. Since then, he's drifted about, as a zombie slaying hermit.
Personality: Part of his personality has become coping with the loss of his son, and usually manifests as referring to anybody younger than himself as "kid". He also talks through a given task he's engaged in, even when alone, as though he's teaching someone how to do it. He's spent time with other people since it all went down, but tries to be amicable. He hasn't turned on people like he's seen others do, but he is cautious, and even if he warmed up to somebody, he tries to keep some emotional distance, "I'm just here long enough to teach some o' y'all how to live without me."
Skills: bow hunting, outdoor survival/"bushcraft", knows a few card games, can play the banjo.
Equipment: backpack (contains a hammock, 2 16oz bags of beef jerky, 24oz canteen of water, 1 change of clothing, 100ft of nylon rope, 1 flashlight with a red lense, 1 book "Illustrated Manual of Bushcraft"), campers' axe, machete, pocket multi-tool.
Motivations: Survival, mostly, and his willingness to teach others what he knows may be something close to hope, otherwise why bother?
Flaws: Sometimes has nightmares, can get more aggressive, even wild, where the safety of kids is involved. Has a tendency to just... "disappear" into the bush without telling anyone if he's noticed the dead are nearby, taking every opportunity he gets to kill even just a couple of them. If he can, he'll make the kill and come back as if nothing happened. "Just had to take care of some business."
Name: Rick Malone
Age: 40
Appearance: Mostly dressed in faded blue jeans, an under shirt, and worn out flannel shirt. suspenders hold his pants up, and heavy steel toed boots protect his feet. He's stopped doing more than "cleansing baths/showers"; personal grooming isn't a priority.
Background: Rick was an outdoorsman, and a "bushcraft enthusiast". He made it a hobbie to simply... know how to survive, if he got lost, or just found himself in some sort of "survival situation". He was briefly married, and had custody of his 10 year old son. They were out camping when it all happened, and only made it a month before he lost his son to the dead. Since then, he's drifted about, as a zombie slaying hermit.
Personality: Part of his personality has become coping with the loss of his son, and usually manifests as referring to anybody younger than himself as "kid". He also talks through a given task he's engaged in, even when alone, as though he's teaching someone how to do it. He's spent time with other people since it all went down, but tries to be amicable. He hasn't turned on people like he's seen others do, but he is cautious, and even if he warmed up to somebody, he tries to keep some emotional distance, "I'm just here long enough to teach some o' y'all how to live without me."
Skills: bow hunting, outdoor survival/"bushcraft", knows a few card games, can play the banjo.
Equipment: backpack (contains a hammock, 2 16oz bags of beef jerky, 24oz canteen of water, 1 change of clothing, 100ft of nylon rope, 1 flashlight with a red lense, 1 book "Illustrated Manual of Bushcraft"), campers' axe, machete, pocket multi-tool.
Motivations: Survival, mostly, and his willingness to teach others what he knows may be something close to hope, otherwise why bother?
Flaws: Sometimes has nightmares, can get more aggressive, even wild, where the safety of kids is involved. Has a tendency to just... "disappear" into the bush without telling anyone if he's noticed the dead are nearby, taking every opportunity he gets to kill even just a couple of them. If he can, he'll make the kill and come back as if nothing happened. "Just had to take care of some business."
Inspector Gillmore blinked, eyes a little wider than usual, muttering, "We... Use these in public..." A slight shake of her head, and she continued out loud, "That, Junior..." A moment to eye his nametag, "-Brown! Ha! That is the 'Proton Pack'; removing the protective casing would reveal something similar to the original 'Spengler' design."
She stood it up, so they could all get a good look at it. "The casing adds a bit of weight, but, out here where we find ourselves running around in the woods and underbrush more often, it's vital for reducing time spent on maintenance, so, a bit of a trade off. Oh! Also-" She opened up a hatch in the center, and removed the element from the centrifuge, "Quick-release centrifuge, in case it's damaged, or there's a call to switch to brass-plated coils for more 'Oomf'!"
She set it down, "I'd demonstrate, but as a matter of 'saf-tee'-" She drew out the last word, and made heavy air-quotes, as well as a mock-frown, "-we have to keep it boring until we get you all cleared for weapons' training... The controls on the neutrona wand are largely the same; you have the ignition, at the base, witch connects the wand to the pack, the noise letting you know you have a good charge, and these two buttons-" she pointed to the two small buttons further up, one read, the other yellow, "The red is for the blaster stream; the fun one, that does all the property damage, haha, 'The tax-payers' bane'!" She made a show of waving the wand around, making explosion sounds before putting it down and continuing. "Haha, that one's my favorite! But, just as important, is the yellow button, that's the tether; the blaster weakens them, the tether is what grabs hold! The institute modified the functions so we can use either stream independently- Officially, they say starting with just the tether, and letting someone else blast the ghost conserves power- haha, right, because these babies are gonna run out of juice while any of us are still alive!- Nah, I think what nobody is saying out-loud is that when you start with the tether, the blast stream is less likely to miss, and add 'character' to the local architecture. Like I said, 'boring'!"
She kept smiling, but a look of concern came to her eyes, "I wasn't paying attention, are you all taking notes? I think there's a written test, in the training, nowadays... Whatever, and who can name this warm and friendly guy?" She held up what was easily the smallest device on the table, pressing a button, causing several lights to start blinking as a pair of little wings smoothly flip out, waving up and down.
She stood it up, so they could all get a good look at it. "The casing adds a bit of weight, but, out here where we find ourselves running around in the woods and underbrush more often, it's vital for reducing time spent on maintenance, so, a bit of a trade off. Oh! Also-" She opened up a hatch in the center, and removed the element from the centrifuge, "Quick-release centrifuge, in case it's damaged, or there's a call to switch to brass-plated coils for more 'Oomf'!"
She set it down, "I'd demonstrate, but as a matter of 'saf-tee'-" She drew out the last word, and made heavy air-quotes, as well as a mock-frown, "-we have to keep it boring until we get you all cleared for weapons' training... The controls on the neutrona wand are largely the same; you have the ignition, at the base, witch connects the wand to the pack, the noise letting you know you have a good charge, and these two buttons-" she pointed to the two small buttons further up, one read, the other yellow, "The red is for the blaster stream; the fun one, that does all the property damage, haha, 'The tax-payers' bane'!" She made a show of waving the wand around, making explosion sounds before putting it down and continuing. "Haha, that one's my favorite! But, just as important, is the yellow button, that's the tether; the blaster weakens them, the tether is what grabs hold! The institute modified the functions so we can use either stream independently- Officially, they say starting with just the tether, and letting someone else blast the ghost conserves power- haha, right, because these babies are gonna run out of juice while any of us are still alive!- Nah, I think what nobody is saying out-loud is that when you start with the tether, the blast stream is less likely to miss, and add 'character' to the local architecture. Like I said, 'boring'!"
She kept smiling, but a look of concern came to her eyes, "I wasn't paying attention, are you all taking notes? I think there's a written test, in the training, nowadays... Whatever, and who can name this warm and friendly guy?" She held up what was easily the smallest device on the table, pressing a button, causing several lights to start blinking as a pair of little wings smoothly flip out, waving up and down.
Update: the archetype team role labels have proven to be something of a stumbling block, for more than one player, so I've done away with them. I might start attaching current ranking if it becomes relevant, but for now, the character roster is just that.
She gasped, looking to the item they pointed at, then back to them, with a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Oooh, a good pick, and a good guess!" She skipped over to the table, setting down the pointer, and picking up a controller.
"This, is the state of the art, standard issue, all-terrain ghost trap!" As she worked the control, it raised up on wheels, and zipped right off the table, only to sprout propellers, and fly about the room! "We kept finding ourselves in situations where we couldn't count on being able to just... Roll it under the ghost, so the PRDC worked this up, based on the innovations of none other than The Spengler Family!"
It took a dive, swooping much too close to Victor, "Whoops, haha! Do be mindful of where you steer it, though- one collision could make leftovers of your hair, and force a teammate to finish shaving their head, right, Junior Silva?"
Resuming more skillful control, she brought it to land where it started, switching from the controller to the pointer, again, looking around at the class. "Who's next?"
"This, is the state of the art, standard issue, all-terrain ghost trap!" As she worked the control, it raised up on wheels, and zipped right off the table, only to sprout propellers, and fly about the room! "We kept finding ourselves in situations where we couldn't count on being able to just... Roll it under the ghost, so the PRDC worked this up, based on the innovations of none other than The Spengler Family!"
It took a dive, swooping much too close to Victor, "Whoops, haha! Do be mindful of where you steer it, though- one collision could make leftovers of your hair, and force a teammate to finish shaving their head, right, Junior Silva?"
Resuming more skillful control, she brought it to land where it started, switching from the controller to the pointer, again, looking around at the class. "Who's next?"
Started the opening post! who the instructor is talking to at the end depends on who posts first, nothing to it!
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