Here's some links for all of you in Camp Pendleton. Hope these will help give you all a better sense of where's what and what's where.
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If there's any other info you all need, I can look stuff up for you all.
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Wintergrey said
Just started downloading episode 4 of the season 2 Walking Dead game, perhaps it will give me some ideas...
I've still got to start episode 4 of the first season. I'll get season 2 when I can afford it.
"Canned food... 3 cans of pineapple, 4 cans of baked beans, and 1 can of chili... check."
Wayne sifted through his supplies on his knees, going through all the loot he kept under a tarp around some bushes. Just a tent, sleeping bag, a backpack, camp fire, tools and cooking wares, and the supplies he had laying around. Right next to his camp was a fresh water pond, where he could gather water that only needed to be boiled to clean up. He was lucky he found this spot in Tenaja Canyon before anyone else did. The canyons provided decent protection from walkers and potential looters, and he was ways away from the nearest points of civilization. The only thing he really had to worry about was a survivor camp in a country house located about 3-4 miles to the southeast of where his camp was. Luckily, they didn't bother him. They were probably just a bunch of scared folks trying to get away from the chaos, which swept through Los Angeles and was now eating up Orange County and the Inland Empire. None of them or anyone else came across here, but Wayne still had to make sure none of his supplies went missing. Vigilance was necessary for Wayne through his life. With the current situation, vigilance was needed more than ever. But on the plus side for Wayne, he didn't have to worry about society any more. With society falling apart in the cities, Wayne felt a sense of relief knowing that he didn't have to worry about law after law and being arrested and locked up, as long as he stayed away from people. With society going away, Wayne really liked the idea of being a wildman. Because fuck people.
Wayne made a quick check-up on his camp to make sure everything was good here. With that done, now was time to go on one of his looting runs. Perhaps it was time to give the survivors at the country house a visit. And by "visit", Wayne was going try and steal some of their supplies under their nose, and if need be, kill a few of them.
And so Wayne left his camp for his looting run.
An hour later, Wayne made it to the edge of the country home's property.
The survivors have set up makeshift barricades along the windows of the house and the fences of the property since Wayne's last scouting run. Two of the survivors holed up here patrolled around the property, so getting inside and stealing shit was going to be difficult. Meanwhile, a cloud of smoke bellowed from the nearby chapparal to the east behind the house's property from where Wayne was. Probably a plane crash, so that might be where the other two survivors were. Wayne calculated his options, and decided against stealing for now.
To the east between the survivor camp and the crash site was an abandoned home that was looted by the survivors earlier. That's where Wayne was going to hide out and observe the situation a bit more, see if the other two survivors would come back to the camp. Assuming they went to the crash site, that is.
And so Wayne went right over to the abandoned home nearby to scout out a bit more. Better to observe the situation more closely before doing anything drastic, he decided.
Set up a map to document Wayne's adventures.
https://mapsengine.google.com/map/edit?mid=zPWgNqAAREiU.kKA5IFhPsxWs
Now for me to hit the hay.
https://mapsengine.google.com/map/edit?mid=zPWgNqAAREiU.kKA5IFhPsxWs
Now for me to hit the hay.
Any news?
Name: Wayne Travers
Age: 30
Appearance: Take the hair and beard of Joel from The Last of Us, make him rough and tougher-looking like Trevor from Grand Theft Auto 5, and give him a black Slayer t-shirt, a biege fishing vest, khaki cargo shorts, and a pair of hiking boots w/ wool socks, and then you've got Wayne. He tends to squint his eyes, which can either make him look like he's a Clint Eastwood cowboy gunslinger, or completely confused. When he's angry or manic, his eyes flare wide open, and regardless of whether he put up a smile or frown in this mood, you know that shit's gonna go down. Wayne stands at 6'0 and weighs about 196 pounds.
Gender: Male
Family: Wayne has been completely estranged from his family since he was 13. Dad killed himself, mom's dead now too, his older sister Diana is (or was) a Beverly Hills socialite, and God knows what's happened to his little brother Kent since Wayne ended up institutionalized and Kent ended up taken by social services when dad killed himself.
Personality: He's normally quiet and docile, but that's often interrupted by his destructive meltdowns and poor impulse control. Drugs and alcohol don't really help this matter. With other people, he can be obnoxious, immature, rude, sarcastic, insensitive, offensive, raunchy, and he doesn't pick up on social cues very well. Unfortunately, Wayne's social awkwardness is also another complicating factor that makes Wayne have his violent outbursts. He doesn't like it when people try to discipline or punish him. More than often, it seems that he's got a hair-trigger temper with people. But even though most people piss him off, he doesn't like seeing children or animals get hurt. And once he does get to know somebody, he can be loyal, but so far that's yet to be seen. On the outside, he's either a smelly drunken tramp that would make Forrest Gump look like a Hollywood socialite, or a violent psychopath that you want to run as far away from as possible, but peel off the outer layers and you'll see a sad and angry little boy who never got the chance to grow up, and he really can't help but see things as him vs. everyone else because of his shitty upbringing. Although he identifies as Catholic, he maintains a nihilistic and pessimistic attitude because he believes he's going to end up going to Hell no matter what he does, and any attempt to make it different is futile. So it ultimately wouldn't matter to him what he does, no matter how depraved and sadistic and self-destructive it may be.
And whatever you do, do not call him a retard.
Bio: Wayne was born up in Northern Alberta into an unsteady marriage that broke up when he was only 2 years old. After his parents divorced, he and his newborn baby brother Kent ended up living with their dad, who was a lazy drunk. In kindergarten, it was apparent that Wayne was different from all the other kids, and he made no friends, or even tried to make any. Meanwhile, Kent turned out to be mentally retarded, and dad ended up becoming an abusive asshole as the stress of having one son a social outcast, and the other one cognitively impaired caused him to dive deeper into the pit of alcohol abuse. In elementary, kids started picking on Wayne, and it wasn't long before Wayne started having his violent outbursts. Kid threw rocks at him, and he threw rocks back. Kids tried to beat the shit out of him, and he tried to beat the shit out of them too. Eventually the kids smart enough to not pick on Wayne avoided him like the plague, and the teachers started adding to his trauma too. They'd try to punish him for his outbursts, and classrooms and the office would look like a hurricane swept through them before the teachers had enough and they let Wayne go.
Lots of moving and occasional visits to see mom and Diana and other things happened in Wayne's life, and so was the trauma and abuse. And it all culminated into Wayne burning down a school when he was 13. Nobody was harmed, but this caused Wayne's dad to kill himself. 12 Gauge buckshot applied directly to the face. Social services came around and picked up Kent to take him to a foster home, while Wayne attempted to run away, only to get caught by the police and sent to an institution near Edmonton. The next 4 years were full of torment for Wayne as he was among killers, rapists, and other rejects of society as the only kid in that institution. When Wayne was 17, he finally made a successful escape attempt. He killed 3 security guards to escape the institution, and he fled into the wilderness heading south, with no more than the knowledge of direction, maps, and geography he retained, and the drive to head south to his uncle in Montana.
Months went by as Wayne trekked through the wilderness, avoiding people as much as he could and living off the land. Mistakes were made, and Wayne nearly died on this journey more than once, but he survived. He crossed the Canada-US border without much of a struggle, and was able to make it to his uncle, who got him cleaned up and a US citizenship before throwing him out into the military. Wayne joined the USMC, and oddly enough, military life was enough to discipline him a bit. He still didn't make any friends in the Corps, and he was always doing something to keep himself busy. He went on tour to train in Australia before being shipped off to Afghanistan in 2009, where he suffered head trauma from shrapnel in an IED explosion and was left in a coma for the next 2 weeks. Wayne was taken back to the United States for medical treatment, and once he woke up, it turned out that the trauma he suffered to the frontal lobe of his brain made him unstable. All the discipline he had from being in the military was gone now.
Wayne was discharged from the military shortly after he woke from his coma, and spent the last 5 years homeless and struggling with drug and alcohol abuse. He had just gotten his first home, a shitty little dump of a trailer house, just before the outbreak started. Now he's back to living off the land, just as he did when he escaped from the institution back in Alberta.
Job: Unemployed
Disability/Fear: Drug and alcohol abuse. He's also mildly autistic on top of his mental health issues, so he's not exactly a social champion. He's also scared of snakes, eels, starfish, and anything else that slithers or can climb on glass. He's also a misanthrope, that's for sure.
Weapon: He's currently got a hatchet with him, but he's got a stash back at his camp site in the Santa Ana Mountains.
Age: 30
Appearance: Take the hair and beard of Joel from The Last of Us, make him rough and tougher-looking like Trevor from Grand Theft Auto 5, and give him a black Slayer t-shirt, a biege fishing vest, khaki cargo shorts, and a pair of hiking boots w/ wool socks, and then you've got Wayne. He tends to squint his eyes, which can either make him look like he's a Clint Eastwood cowboy gunslinger, or completely confused. When he's angry or manic, his eyes flare wide open, and regardless of whether he put up a smile or frown in this mood, you know that shit's gonna go down. Wayne stands at 6'0 and weighs about 196 pounds.
Gender: Male
Family: Wayne has been completely estranged from his family since he was 13. Dad killed himself, mom's dead now too, his older sister Diana is (or was) a Beverly Hills socialite, and God knows what's happened to his little brother Kent since Wayne ended up institutionalized and Kent ended up taken by social services when dad killed himself.
Personality: He's normally quiet and docile, but that's often interrupted by his destructive meltdowns and poor impulse control. Drugs and alcohol don't really help this matter. With other people, he can be obnoxious, immature, rude, sarcastic, insensitive, offensive, raunchy, and he doesn't pick up on social cues very well. Unfortunately, Wayne's social awkwardness is also another complicating factor that makes Wayne have his violent outbursts. He doesn't like it when people try to discipline or punish him. More than often, it seems that he's got a hair-trigger temper with people. But even though most people piss him off, he doesn't like seeing children or animals get hurt. And once he does get to know somebody, he can be loyal, but so far that's yet to be seen. On the outside, he's either a smelly drunken tramp that would make Forrest Gump look like a Hollywood socialite, or a violent psychopath that you want to run as far away from as possible, but peel off the outer layers and you'll see a sad and angry little boy who never got the chance to grow up, and he really can't help but see things as him vs. everyone else because of his shitty upbringing. Although he identifies as Catholic, he maintains a nihilistic and pessimistic attitude because he believes he's going to end up going to Hell no matter what he does, and any attempt to make it different is futile. So it ultimately wouldn't matter to him what he does, no matter how depraved and sadistic and self-destructive it may be.
And whatever you do, do not call him a retard.
Bio: Wayne was born up in Northern Alberta into an unsteady marriage that broke up when he was only 2 years old. After his parents divorced, he and his newborn baby brother Kent ended up living with their dad, who was a lazy drunk. In kindergarten, it was apparent that Wayne was different from all the other kids, and he made no friends, or even tried to make any. Meanwhile, Kent turned out to be mentally retarded, and dad ended up becoming an abusive asshole as the stress of having one son a social outcast, and the other one cognitively impaired caused him to dive deeper into the pit of alcohol abuse. In elementary, kids started picking on Wayne, and it wasn't long before Wayne started having his violent outbursts. Kid threw rocks at him, and he threw rocks back. Kids tried to beat the shit out of him, and he tried to beat the shit out of them too. Eventually the kids smart enough to not pick on Wayne avoided him like the plague, and the teachers started adding to his trauma too. They'd try to punish him for his outbursts, and classrooms and the office would look like a hurricane swept through them before the teachers had enough and they let Wayne go.
Lots of moving and occasional visits to see mom and Diana and other things happened in Wayne's life, and so was the trauma and abuse. And it all culminated into Wayne burning down a school when he was 13. Nobody was harmed, but this caused Wayne's dad to kill himself. 12 Gauge buckshot applied directly to the face. Social services came around and picked up Kent to take him to a foster home, while Wayne attempted to run away, only to get caught by the police and sent to an institution near Edmonton. The next 4 years were full of torment for Wayne as he was among killers, rapists, and other rejects of society as the only kid in that institution. When Wayne was 17, he finally made a successful escape attempt. He killed 3 security guards to escape the institution, and he fled into the wilderness heading south, with no more than the knowledge of direction, maps, and geography he retained, and the drive to head south to his uncle in Montana.
Months went by as Wayne trekked through the wilderness, avoiding people as much as he could and living off the land. Mistakes were made, and Wayne nearly died on this journey more than once, but he survived. He crossed the Canada-US border without much of a struggle, and was able to make it to his uncle, who got him cleaned up and a US citizenship before throwing him out into the military. Wayne joined the USMC, and oddly enough, military life was enough to discipline him a bit. He still didn't make any friends in the Corps, and he was always doing something to keep himself busy. He went on tour to train in Australia before being shipped off to Afghanistan in 2009, where he suffered head trauma from shrapnel in an IED explosion and was left in a coma for the next 2 weeks. Wayne was taken back to the United States for medical treatment, and once he woke up, it turned out that the trauma he suffered to the frontal lobe of his brain made him unstable. All the discipline he had from being in the military was gone now.
Wayne was discharged from the military shortly after he woke from his coma, and spent the last 5 years homeless and struggling with drug and alcohol abuse. He had just gotten his first home, a shitty little dump of a trailer house, just before the outbreak started. Now he's back to living off the land, just as he did when he escaped from the institution back in Alberta.
Job: Unemployed
Disability/Fear: Drug and alcohol abuse. He's also mildly autistic on top of his mental health issues, so he's not exactly a social champion. He's also scared of snakes, eels, starfish, and anything else that slithers or can climb on glass. He's also a misanthrope, that's for sure.
Weapon: He's currently got a hatchet with him, but he's got a stash back at his camp site in the Santa Ana Mountains.
I'll stick around and see how this goes.
Finding myself grinding and shining
or
Get'n rich off makin' it out the hood
or
Get'n rich off makin' it out the hood
Nallore said
Awesome i'll make the OOC tonight.
Nallore said
I sadly don't have Skype however I do have YIM or Steam which i'm on the most.
Steam would definitely work out for me too. I'll PM you my contacts.
Since Camp Pendleton is stated to be overrun, I have some questions. Is this RP going to be around the players forming part of a defensive line to keep the zeds from reaching San Diego, or is there something that's going to bring us into Los Angeles? I'm imagining that Orange County must have gone to shit if Camp Pendleton got overrun, and I'd imagine that the military would have set up around Temecula in case the Inland Empire went south as well.
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