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That RP thread

(Hey guys I figured since no one was starting a full on public RP thread I might as well start my own. A few rules 1. Your character can not be overpowered 2. No killing other players or major injuries with out consent 3. When you want to talk out of the RP you have to do this (insert text here) 4. Have fun)
After his first day from waking up in the cryo facility Nick was beaten and battered. Nick was a young Harvard grad student, so naturally he wasnt very good in the physical department, however his brains was a his true abilities he barely survived his run in with that wolf thing buy covering him self in a poisonous plant. After he got out of the cyro facility life wasnt much better only covered with a old hospital gown him and his bare ass got cold quick. Nick managed to survive by searching some houses and finding clothes and shoes. But, that came with a price he attracted the attention of a not so nice man who wanted to kill him. After the man beat Nick for a while he turned his back for a second Nick took the chance and grabbed the nearest weapon type object he could find which happened to be a large branch. The man charged at Nick and Nick set the branch towards the man's stomach impaling himself. Nick sat there and thought "God I just killed a man....well he was trying to kill me but.... Ugg I need some bandages and painkillers." Nick set out to loot a nearby hospital.
(Sorry for the longish first post not all post have to be this long I just wanted to set up a story line for my main character)

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(I prefer to have others learn about my character instead of me just saying stuff so sorry if this has threadbare info in the beginning. Youll learn more about my dude/dudette.)
D had a tunic of squirrels covering his body and a shirt wrapped around his face/ He had been enjoying his latest kill. Suddenly, his instincts gave him a bad feeling. "I knew i shouldnt have camped out near a building, damn it." He stood up quickly and whipped out his binoculars to check the perimeter. A figure was spotted in the distance. It moved unnaturally as though it was injured. "Another goddamn raider. Im so sick of these guys. Cant just leave normal people alone to live out a bleak existance in this wasteland." Gripping tightly onto a 308. rifle with a scope but no sling, he quickly snuffed his campfire, slopply covered his footprints, and expertly hid in waiting for the figure to appear. (My character does have Hiding perk) "Probably got hit with a pack of Dogmen. I hope all his buddies are dead. An injured lone bandit oughta be easy to kill" D waits in silence, not moving a muscle as if he were a statue.

If you love a flower, do not pick it up. For if you do, it will die and cease to be what you love. So if you love a flower, let it be. Love is about appreciation, not possesion.

Nick wanders in to the hospital and starts to search for medicine he needs. "Sedative no but useful" Nick bags the medicine. "No....no......not this....AH here we are some painkillers and bandages" Nick pops a painkiller and starts to bandage his wounds when he hears....breathing? "Hey is anyone here" he says in almost a whisper.

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D steps out of a dark room adjacent to the room Nick is in. At first he looks unarmed but Nick quickly spots the cleaver in Ds right hand. D speaks in a robotic voice which hides Ds gender. "Youre pretty scrawny for a raider. " D takes a few slow steps towards Nick. Da size is quite slim. he doesnt look strong but looking at how well D is dressed, he has surely killed his share of men. "im not one to kill an injured man. if you bring death and destruction on your wake then i suggest you run right now and leave all your shit on the ground" D angles his cleaver to show how very sharp he has been keeping it. he waits only a few feet away from Nick. D doesnt do anything but stare; waiting for Nick to make his move.

If you love a flower, do not pick it up. For if you do, it will die and cease to be what you love. So if you love a flower, let it be. Love is about appreciation, not possesion.

Nick falls backwards. "H-H-Hey I-Im not a r-r-raider I just need some medicine for my wounds. Please dont hurt me" Nick grabs a nearby pipe but only holds it defensively. "And if you are going to kill me just do it quick please I would rather n-n-not suffer"

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(lol i never said if my 308 had ammo. XD guess yall will find out eventually!) D lowers his weapon but is still wary of Nick. "its okay. i saidwouldnt kill an injured man." D looks at the meds Nick has. "umh i wouldnt reccomend those for the wounds you have." D pulls oit a bottle of Hydrocodone (the more effective painkillers found in the g ame) and hands Nick a tablet. "that oughta knock an elephant on its ass" D lets out a chuckle "what happened to you anyway?"

If you love a flower, do not pick it up. For if you do, it will die and cease to be what you love. So if you love a flower, let it be. Love is about appreciation, not possesion.

((In which I'm silly and join another RP made by Nickboom. Ye gods... Oh, and guess who?))

A young albino woman stands atop a hill some ways away from the hospital, scanning her surroundings with a rifle scope. Her white hair is cut short and her eyes are red. She wears some sort of military style jacket under a patchwork cloak made from various cloths and linens. She wears jeans held up by a belt with numerous pouches attached to it. A pair of goggles hang around her neck and a cadet cap rests on top of her head. She raises an eyebrow as she spots some movement, a figure entering a hospital. She slides the scope into one of her belt's numerous pockets and makes her way down the hill and towards the hospital.

((For reference she carries a pump-action shotgun slung across her back and a revolver hidden in her jacket as her weapons. She has 6 shells for the shotgun and 9 bullets for the revolver. TELL ME IF I'M OP NICKYBOY))

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I've come from the cracks in the walls, from the place where only dreams may go...

(Figured id join in, my character is based of of one of my "succesful" attempts at he game.) Drake had survived with just a medkit, some basic clothing, a multitool blade and some other stuff (food, water bottle, the stuff in his medkit) for the past 2 weeks. After some dogmen broke his leg, he headed for the hospital he saw earlier hoping it had some supplies to take care of his leg. When he got there, he saw 2 figures in the building, Drake then hid behind a hill, as he would rather not fight in the condition he's in, and hoped that they'd leave soon. (My character has small brown hair, brown eyes, and apricot skin, white, as most call it.)

"You know you're a cannibal when you have 2 backpacks and a shopping cart full of human meat."

(Strangelander.... why do i have the uneasy feeling that your character is a murdering pyshopath?....)

If you love a flower, do not pick it up. For if you do, it will die and cease to be what you love. So if you love a flower, let it be. Love is about appreciation, not possesion.

(ok for the record just reply like this so that the whole rp doesnt get jumbled up)
Nick catches the drug and pops it in his mouth "So your not going to kill me...at least your not like all the others I have found. Those brutes just repeatedly tried to attack me, I was forced to kill one a little ways back hence why I look the way I look." Nick stands up and begins searching for more loot. "Gah I can remember what I did for most of my life but the parts about that cyro place are just a blur I should probably forget all about it in this new world."

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While Drake hides behind the hill, he hears their conversation. "They seem friendly enough, I guess I'll head over there" he thought and begins to hop over to the hospital. "Hey! Got anything deal with a broken leg?" Drake says as he enters.(RP, where have you been all my life?)

"You know you're a cannibal when you have 2 backpacks and a shopping cart full of human meat."

(While, she isn't really THAT crazy...)

"There goes another one... And another... Oh, and one more. Here's to hoping they're not bandits." The woman mutters under her breath. She pulls her goggles up onto her face and dons her hood. She takes a revolver out. of a pocket inside her jacket and continues, now staying low to the ground. She takes out her scope again to take a close look. "Subjects are conversing. They look friendly, if a bit too trusting. They don't seem familiar with each other beforehand." She stashes the scope again.

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I've come from the cracks in the walls, from the place where only dreams may go...

(Subjects? o.o)

"You know you're a cannibal when you have 2 backpacks and a shopping cart full of human meat."

((Like I said, she isn't [b]THAT[/b] crazy :p))

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I've come from the cracks in the walls, from the place where only dreams may go...

(This rp is lacking an antagonist! :D I wouldn't mind but its up to you)

If you love a flower, do not pick it up. For if you do, it will die and cease to be what you love. So if you love a flower, let it be. Love is about appreciation, not possesion.

((Ooh, maybe I could do that. It would certainly work considering how she's acted so far. I shall contemplate it...))

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I've come from the cracks in the walls, from the place where only dreams may go...

Nick is terrified again by the sound of a loud new man. "W-W-Who the hell are you." Nick wields his pipe despite the man looking like he could easily take him down, Nick thinks he might be able to defend himself from this one.

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Drake says "A man who killed a pack of dogmen" with his hand on his knife. "I have proof to, as you may see" "Anyway, from what ive heard from your conversation with squirrel shirt over here, you two seem friendly, so I thought it was safe enough for me to get some supplies from the hospital to help with my leg. Preferably some of those nanobot things."

"You know you're a cannibal when you have 2 backpacks and a shopping cart full of human meat."

(never been in a RP before but I'll give it a shot)

“Hide in the dumpster next to the hospital; no one would ever look in there!” Mark mumbled to himself mockingly. “It’s not like there were a million other places to hide! Nope I was too good for the fast food joint, or the empty houses, too easy to find me I’d thought. Now look at me, stuck in this rusty, loud, hateful little excuse for a dumpster that smells of I don’t want to know and filled to the brim with brown I don’t want to know! My neck hurts, and that rusty pot keeps digging into my rump, and I can’t just leave, or this piece will make more noise than a dump-truck driving through a Nitroglycerin plant!! Yep best idea YET!!!...Well at least they’re all loudmouths, I should at least be able to tell when they’re coming, and be able to plan accordingly…heh…yeah right”.

"Gah, I havent seen any of you ever your talking about around here, plus I need most of this stuff for my injuries but I'll let you know if I find any splints" Nick continues to search "So any of you going to help me or do I get to keep this all for my self."

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Ill help carry some, there's space in my medpack. Hey, did anyone else hear something? I think i heard some trash being moved around, but I'm probably being paranoid, which I always am.

"You know you're a cannibal when you have 2 backpacks and a shopping cart full of human meat."

(Hdggrf SO MANY PPL AT ONCE!) "well considering I'm the only person who isn't hurt in some way, I'll go check the dumpster. Better paranoid than dead I say. Probably just one of those sickly children in hospital gowns again. Poor souls." D whips out a 308 that he had been hiding in the room he earlier emerged from and walks to check the dumpster ( at this point, drake and nick would be scaving the hospital) D uses his training in stealth ( Hiding perk as I mentioned) to sneak up on the dumpster. He readies his gun with some hollow points and swiftly opens the dumpster to find.... ( your shot Mark)

If you love a flower, do not pick it up. For if you do, it will die and cease to be what you love. So if you love a flower, let it be. Love is about appreciation, not possesion.

(They wear hospital gowns? I always thought they were aliens with alien clothes. I feel so stupid)

"You know you're a cannibal when you have 2 backpacks and a shopping cart full of human meat."

Stunned mark stares down the barrel of the rifle. He tries to think of any way to get away, but all he can think of is the long, cold, grisly barrel glaring him down. Slowly a worried grin spreads across his filth spattered face. “s…surprise?” (tag your it)

Ds cold stare burrows into Mark. He simply says "what drives you to live?"

If you love a flower, do not pick it up. For if you do, it will die and cease to be what you love. So if you love a flower, let it be. Love is about appreciation, not possesion.

Franticly the gears of Marks mind kick into overdrive as he tries to think of what to say. What could he say that would keep this fuzzy madman from shooting him, but all he could think was “I’m dead, I’m dead, I’m dead-dead-dead-dead-deadaroo”. Desperate he began to say the first things that came to his mind, slowly dragging out the words to buy him more time. “IIIIIIII’mmmmmm loookingggggg… for…my…haaaaaaaaat-yes!...I’m looking for my hat…in the dumpster. ” Marks mind then returned to the topic of “Ohhhhhhh…I’m so dead…”.

"Too many to handle if things gets messy." The woman mumbles, watching a fourth figure enter the hospital and another go into hiding in a nearby dumpster. She turns to her left, beginning to move parallel to the front if the hospital. She hides in a patch of taller grasses and waits, spying on the group with her scope. "Ok, the one wearing... Squirrels? The one wearing squirrel skins has found the one in the dumpster..." She continues to mutter to herself.

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I've come from the cracks in the walls, from the place where only dreams may go...

(oh god.... she isnt crazy. Shes bat shit insane! XD)

If you love a flower, do not pick it up. For if you do, it will die and cease to be what you love. So if you love a flower, let it be. Love is about appreciation, not possesion.

Drake hears D talking. "Hey, squirrel shirt, what did you find in the dumpster?" Drake askes as he grabs a bottle of antibiotics.

"You know you're a cannibal when you have 2 backpacks and a shopping cart full of human meat."

(I stay up until 4:00 hoping someone adds on to this thread... I have no life.)

"You know you're a cannibal when you have 2 backpacks and a shopping cart full of human meat."

D ignores Drake for a ill bit while staring right into Marks eyes. D responds to Marks panic and takes the rifle out of his face. "You are not worth the bullet. Enjoy the life you almost lost." D turns to Drake "found another survivor. He poses no threat." D walks back into the hospital to see how Nick is doing

If you love a flower, do not pick it up. For if you do, it will die and cease to be what you love. So if you love a flower, let it be. Love is about appreciation, not possesion.

"So it wasn't me being paranoid after all." Drake goes back to scavenging.

"You know you're a cannibal when you have 2 backpacks and a shopping cart full of human meat."

"I'd say it was" D poking his head around the corner. He turned back around and stood still staring off into the distance. D sees a flash of light from a nearby hill. D nonchalantly walks up to Drake and Mark. He talks in a low tone. "Guys, do not react to what I'm about to say unless you want to get shot. There's a sniper up on the hill behind me. Don't look. They haven't shot us yet but we shouldn't take chances. Casually walk inside." D begins to walk

If you love a flower, do not pick it up. For if you do, it will die and cease to be what you love. So if you love a flower, let it be. Love is about appreciation, not possesion.

"I suppose we are all technically paranoid with the way the world is now.... jesus this is still a lot to take in I remember going to collage, meeting with my girlfriend, hearing that lecture from that famous professor like it was yesterday and today I-I-I fucking killed a man...but I cant remember why I was in that fucking cyro place." Nick gathers up enough medical supplies and more some and leans against a neat by pillar and puts his head in to his hands "So what about all of you whats your story."

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I just remember that I worked in a hospital, had a hobby of training in martial arts, got pretty athletic from that, and some stuff about plants, and being whacked in the head with a crowbar, then i woke up in a crumbling apartment. Since then, all ive done was scavenge, kill, eat, and sleep

"You know you're a cannibal when you have 2 backpacks and a shopping cart full of human meat."

Letting out a sigh of relief, Mark loosens his grip on the pot behind his back and watched as the man clad in the fluffy coat walked away. When the man waked into the Hospital Mark carefully lifted himself out of the dumpster and onto the ground. Turning around he pulls out the small iron pot from the dumpster and using a short piece of rope, made from plastic grocery bags, he ties it to his belt, and begins to rummage through the thick brown slime that coated the filth of the dumpster; moving his hand through the cold sludge until he found it again; Andy’s hat. A snide smile slowly spreads across Marks face as he pulls the hat out of the filth and whips it back and forth through the air, shaking the wretched ooze off of it. “Well, well, well. We meet again after all this time. You look well. Me? Well I’ve had a grand old time. How have you been?” He sneers. Silently he whips out his glass shank and slowly walks towards the back of the hospital, with one eye constantly fixed on the entrance as he oh so patiently begins to cut the dead man’s hat into pieces.

(Is there room for another? :D)

(Of course :) )

"You know you're a cannibal when you have 2 backpacks and a shopping cart full of human meat."

The old hospital halls echoed with the sounds of hushed tones and scraping feet. The sound of clinking bottles and rustling papers woke Zen from his meditation. Zen lived in the hospitals underground service corridors (need to climb down an elevator shaft to reach it), particularly the two rooms that serviced a long, narrow tunnel that left the premises. The hospital staff used the narrow tunnel to remove waste and the bodies of the dead during the later stages of the (disaster?). The tunnel served him well, it allowed him to keep safe and venture forth into the surrounding wilderness when he needed to.
He checked on his mushrooms that he had been growing, and started a fire to boil some more tea. It was looking like it was time to head back out into the forest, he had his mind set on a juicy squirrel with a wildberry salad. Zen put on his mud spattered coat and laced up his spiffy new boots (he found them on some poor soul who wandered into his spike-fall trap).
Opening the door that led to the elevator shaft, Zen stopped and listened. he could still hear people moving about in the hospital, not that he wasn't used to company. People would come and go every few weeks or so, after spending some time looking around they would leave, maybe after smashing some things and loud yelling and swearing.
Zen picked up his spear and slowly moved towards the ladder, leading him up to the hospital above.
He could smell himself in the stale air of the shaft, and hoped it wouldn't give him away.

(I'm just going to fast forward my previous reply about the sniper. We are all inside now and together. Well except for Mark.) "we got a sniper on the hill Nick so don't go outside. I say we wait here until night then go check out the hills. Actually, I'll do it myself. You guys will probably get me caught. Anyway, my story? I'd rather not say. I am trained in stealth though. I'm tougher than most people. I'm proficient with melee weapons. I have eye augments. I'm good with electronic systems and I can pick a lock."

If you love a flower, do not pick it up. For if you do, it will die and cease to be what you love. So if you love a flower, let it be. Love is about appreciation, not possesion.

"So, your basically a badass, as if we didn't know that" Drake whisper as silently as he can.

"You know you're a cannibal when you have 2 backpacks and a shopping cart full of human meat."

(not sure what Drake means by this. i think everything os logical. only my character has Hiding as far as i know and i dont think he is op. i do have an extra perk but D wouldnt have mentioned the one disability/trait he has.) D glares at Drake".. anyway it seems to ne getting dark. we should camp for the night."

If you love a flower, do not pick it up. For if you do, it will die and cease to be what you love. So if you love a flower, let it be. Love is about appreciation, not possesion.

(Maybe not badass, but pretty damn cool.)

"You know you're a cannibal when you have 2 backpacks and a shopping cart full of human meat."

Nick stands up "I'll start the fire you guys work on making sure nothing can bother us while we sleep." Nick walks out and gathers up some wood for the fire. "I dont know if I can trust them but we will have to see I guess" Nick thinks

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Zen slowly moved towards the lobby of the hospital, where the murmuring continued. He sat for a moment, crouched behind an overturned gurney.
Zen watched the three interlopers, they sat for a moment, crouched in the dying light of the day. One of the fellows got up and headed for the doors, then disappeared from sight.
Slowly, Zen tied back his matted, dreaded hair and took firm hold of his spear, not the most frightening of instruments, but deadly, especially so since he liked to smear poisonous berries on the glass tipped point.
Of the two remaining, only one of them looked to be a threat, the other man seemed to have a broken leg.
They didn't smell like bandits, or act like looters.
Zen gritted his teeth, and let out a faint hiss.
"Pssssssstt"

Behind the Hospital Mark finally finds an odd lump in the hats brim and cuts the lump out. Ahah! Found…WHAT THE!? A memory stick!? Really!?!? I don’t have the crap to decode this! Andy you fat waste of flesh, if you were still alive I’d kill you with my bare hands!” Mark hurls what’s left of the hat into the air. “What you think this will stop me!? Huh Andy? Well you can rot in that grave, I’ve dealt with worse! All I need are a few more resources, a little more time, and…another partner…” Mark’s eyes slowly drift back towards the entrance of the Hospital “or partners?” Mark’s lips spread into a thin, narrow smile, as he mutters to himself “just enough rope”. With that he turns back towards the entrance and strolls towards it.

Man, whats up with this guy? I love it!

Thanks

Drake takes out two empty pill bottles, some string and sets up a noise trap. "Let's see..." Drake tests the noise trap. "Great, it works." Drake takes out some food and water and gets ready to cook some delicious dogmen meat. ( and to boil some water.)

"You know you're a cannibal when you have 2 backpacks and a shopping cart full of human meat."

Zen call out from the shadows:
"Is this place really the best place to make a fire?"
He pauses a moment,
"If you don't kill me, id be happy to share some tea." Both you and your geared up friend.

(Ugh) D whips out a 45. That was hidden on his upper thigh and point it in the direction of Zen. "Raise your hands above your head and slowly come out into the open!"

If you love a flower, do not pick it up. For if you do, it will die and cease to be what you love. So if you love a flower, let it be. Love is about appreciation, not possesion.