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"I don't want rest. I want food, now! And I think I deserve some, although I wouldn't trust myself doing the cooking right now..."

Jonah slowly walked to the couch, and closed his eyes when he reached it.

"I need rest, but want food. I think that's what I tried to say..."

Jonah continued, before closing his eyes again.
Jonah jumped onto the porch. He smiled after returning to the safety of the group, bringing with him a few boxes of nails. There were at least a few hundred nails, and he spread the boxes across the floor.

"That supply run went fantastic. I nailed it!"

Jonah left quietly, understanding that his plan for gaining the trust of the others failed. Perhaps he was more optimistic than he gave himself credit for? He took quick steps outside, taking a path far away from the crowd gathered in the streets. It didn't take long before he could see the hardware store of his dreams, across an empty street. Jonah was foolish enough to leave everything with the others, and he would be forced to enter the store without any tools. If there was a theft alarm, it could attract zombies from far away. Jonah quickly moved towards the hardware store, seeing a pack of nails by the door. An idea quickly formed in his mind.

It didn't take long for him to find a glass bottle. He crushed it under his thick boots, and used the glass to slowly slice through the window. It took a long time, but he finally managed to create a small hole in the window, and used it to take out some boxes of nails. After gathering those he could quickly find, and hearing the zombies gather behind him, he started returning to the others. He waited outside the door, quietly knocking as the zombies slowly came closer to him. He was ready to fight them with his backpack, though he hoped not to use it.
"I think it would be very helpful if I could go out at night, to scavenge the hardware store I mentioned. I'll be back within 3 hours, 8 minutes and 38 seconds. And I'll return with things you need. So, what do you need?"

Jonah took out his backpack, before placing all its contents on the kitchen counter.

"Excuse the mess. It's my dream that the frying pan is used every day."

It was light, clean, and solidly built. Its handle was made out of a blue, glassy plastic. It was the finest thing he had left after the world fell apart, and the closest he had to a memento for his parents... Leaving all his equipment behind with the group, he was nearly prepared to head out towards the hardware store.
Jonah looked around the room, seeing some lady look at him, then hunter, then back.

"I think it'd be great if we could talk to each other about our skills. Because that's something important to know if we are to survive together. I know a lot about a lot of different subjects, and my greatest skill is quick thinking. I always have some kind of plan before I do something, and it doesn't take long before I make another. My intelligence is the thing that has brought me this far. How about you?"

Jonah sits down, thinking intensely about what he should do for the future. He enters a works of thought, and quickly understands that recovery will be a long and challenging path.

"What would we need in order to create a better source of food? More soil and more water. That means that we'll have to tavern to the nearest park, or outside the city limits. More water would need more rainwater colletirs, and in the long term, finding a stream of some sort..."

Jonah hours that letting everyone know of his plans would make them more likely to support him. Because the next thing he'd try to get would be something to eat and drink...

"I'm weak from malnutrition and dehydration. I know of a hardware store where we could get useful tools and weapons, and there's a back entrance that might be unlocked. But if I'm hungry, I won't be able to fight my way in. Can I have something to eat first?"
I've sent a PM... No reply.
I guess there's a bit of fridge logic. I hope you understand nonetheless?
I've been hosting RPs for a few years, I believe. I rarely participate, as I enjoy showing other people things, and the satisfaction of helping other people have a good time. I've never kicked a player, and I've never been kicked myself. My first slightly successful RP ended with a TPK, and I became quite infamous for the 15 minutes I spent in the limelight. It's easily the most memorable moment of my RPs so far. Sadly, I had managed to gather a few very active, interested players, and had a solid story to tell... Until they were all killed by the most friendly NPC, Amy. It felt only right, however... Let me retell the story:

You've heard rumors of the a plot to assassinate Amy, and one of your old allies talks to one of the people she's sent in order to learn more about the nefarious plot. You overhear him claiming to be behind the plot! What do you do?

Attack the agent and run away.

You struggle to run away, as there are many others in your way.

Attack them too, by shooting at them.

They fire back, and you're quickly peppered by bullets. They start to surround you, and you understand that it's too late to fight back.

Shoot them!

They give some space, and Amy has arrived on the scene! What do you do?

Threaten her life, and try to slit her throat!

She's heavily armored, and the blade becomes dull as it scrapes around the solid polymer collar that covers her neck. You're all thrown to the ground! What do you do?

Shoot them!

I've been thinking about RP as a medium for quite some time, and the thing that makes it a worthwhile medium is that there's an endless wealth to explore, and a good GM helps set the mood to transport you to another place where you can actually get the experience of being a protagonist in a book, where you need to use your wit and strength in order to overcome challenges and learn more about the world you live in. Yet, these people never thought of using anything but violence! Afterwards, I explained to them that they got three chances to choose another option, but every time they fought back. And this sort of "violence is the only option, and everything is a monster of some kind" way of thinking is precisely what I wanted to avoid by starting to RP. And avoiding the one-note, one man army is precisely what I hoped to avoid by starting to RP, as I wanted to participate in a more intellectual type of entertainment that lets me explore other settings and develop relationships in a social setting instead of killing monsters.

Rant over. There are more where that came form, by the way. I'd love to dish up another rant/essay! Because that's also better than waiting for activity.
Jonah didn't hesitate to get inside. He did it as stealthily as he could, and decided to explore Irene's house. He saw the kitchen, the farm and the many traps, but didn't see much in the way of luxuries inside.

"You have something incredibly valuable, and a fantastic foundation for a base. Thank you for letting us in. I will make sure that you won't regret this."

Jonah sat down in the couch, catching a breath after feeling safe for the first time in a long time. He concentrated on planning for the future, hoping to turn the old house into a safe haven for himself and the others, at the very least. It didn't take long before he started daydreaming...
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