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[[Righto, so like people usually do when people stop posting in their fucking RP. I'm deciding to abandon ship and do another RP.]] Plz post, plz

Among Gods

Silence. Silence is what overtook the Earth when the initial invasion hit. Phone calls dropping, navigation systems on planes malfunctioning, electronics all shutting down; for the first time, no one was connected, everyone was isolated and confused as to what was going on. Then the first beam hit Earth, burning and disintegrating a whole continent within the span of a few minutes. Entire cities crumbled, great walls of orange and blue fire charred what was left on the surface, entire forests gone in a flash, and those that were lucky to survive the glassing faced the fallout and ash that polluted the air.

It was all so confusing to you, a moment ago you were carpooling to work, the next you were running for shelter, hearing the chaos breaking out behind you, people rioting, looting what they could before the next beam hit. You managed to find shelter in a cellar as you felt the next shockwave hit the Earth, heard its deafening roar as it swept past overhead, and then silence. You peaked out the cellar door and saw nothing but isolated fires and pale white ash clouding the air, and covering the ground like snow.

Its only been a week now after the initial event, you barely have enough to survive, your food is nearly out, and for some reason you decided to group up with some people that have as much or less, food then you do. Hopefully you can make it last.




Rules

Okay, so I'm not really rule heavy. But if this is going to be a OOC drama filled self-governed RP, we need to set some basic ground rules that WILL NEVER be broken.

1. The Invaders will never be friendly or allied with Humanity, we are basically pests or animals to them, they don't understand how we work or what we really are. However, if they ever do understand us, they will use humans like pests or animals, using them as weapons, etc....
2. The Earth's air is unbreathable, and we have no idea what happened to the outside world. So as such, if weather is going to happen, and is bound to happen. Then it needs to be as equally terrible.
3. All of Earth's electronics are wiped out, even if you make new ones they still won't work. The only thing that works, is classic oil and flame. Maybe later you can fix this.
4. Earth is a battlefield for The Invaders to fight each other in, so when there's an alien encounter. They will either be doing their own thing, or fighting each other.
5. You can't craft stuff outta nothing, or make stuff outta nothing. Don't randomly find all the parts you need in one store, and don't keep writing about how you scavenged 18 different buildings for gear and food. That's boring to read. If you need to go looting, either have it be something on the side, something to talk to other people, or have some interesting thing happen. This is more group storytelling then, "How can I make a flamethrower 8-different ways"


And the last rule is for the aliens... make them alien or horrifying. That means no anthro-furry aliens. Think more Halo's Covenant, then Mass Effects Asari. Also remember that most of the species that are fighting on Earth glassed your planet within an hour, so having some fear or hatred towards the bastards would make sense.

Also no fucking robots that you build in the attic, I made the mistake of setting this in the year 2020 once, I ain't doing it again. (The year is, Modern Day)

Also any aliens, lore, weapons, etc... you want yo add. Just include it at the bottom of your post, I don't really wanna make an OOC because those are often ignored. (Example: You just wrote a huge paragraph about how you just beheaded a alien. You decide that some lore about the store you just beheaded the alien at would be neat, so you put a spoiler and add some lore about how the store chain came to be or some such crap.)




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[b]Equipment:[/b] [Alright, so instead of giving you a slot limit lets do this. You had two hours to grab enough stuff from your car or wherever you were before the first blast hit. Each item has a timelimit attached to it.] [Small items like food, water, small tools like screwdrivers and such: Would take 30 mins (You're panicking and scrounging around for shit)] [Medium Items crowbars, lamps, and grocery bags: would take 45mins] [Large Items, like generators, rifles, and building supplies would take and hour] [Go crazy]
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Backstory: [Optional]


Alright, I did away with Appearance, Skills, Personality, and Traits. Why? Because they provide absolutely nothing. Let's face it, no one ever follows their sheet to a T. People change, characters evolve and change, and unless you want to constantly add new skills, personality shifts, and gaining new traits as you RP along. Then be my guest and add those in yourself.

Honestly, the people we have here can write characters, they can roleplay, and they know what pisses and doesn't piss people off. And honestly limiting them to a generic D&D, forum-roleplayer sheet might be doubting or doing them an injustice.

If you want to go around brutalizing aliens for terrorizing your homeworld that's fine, but expect people to b*tch at you or have them write about how the aliens started following you home to kill your dog.

Anyway, the rules are mainly to keep the setting of, "Aliens keeping the humans down, and everything is terrible." In check, while also having one rule about not writing about nothing but scavenging and having lesbian sex in some dead guy's house.

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Name: Shamus Walsh
Age: 27
Gender: Male
Clothing: Beat up set of workmans clothes, old and ragged when it hit, not much change.

Equipment: [Alright, so instead of giving you a slot limit lets do this. You had two hours to grab enough stuff from your car or wherever you were before the first blast hit. Each item has a timelimit attached to it.] [Small items like food, water, small tools like screwdrivers and such: Would take 30 mins (You're panicking and scrounging around for ****)] [Medium Items crowbars, lamps, and grocery bags: would take 45mins] [Large Items, like generators, rifles, and building supplies would take and hour] [Go crazy]
Sewing kit 45 minutes, Mattock 45 minutes (Its something between a pick, an axe, and a shovel.), cheap filter mask 30 minutes

Backstory: [Optional]
A migrant worker from Ireland, came to America mire out of hate for his extended family than any sense of opportunity. Pretty big guy.
Thanks Peri for making me question muh sexualities once again.
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Whoopwhoop badoop

Name: Aaron Vance
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Clothing: A fur jacket, a white t-shirt, a pair of dark-gray cargo pants, a pair of ankle high socks, a pair of fingerless gloves, and a pair of blue sneakers

Equipment:
[A 76M gasmask with filter (30)]
[A grocery bag (45)]
[A small sporting bag with a little bit of stuff in it (45)]

Backstory: He was an engineer at a nearby hospital, after the first impact he started squatting in a bar and grill. He sealed the doors with sheets by tucking them under the cracks.
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Yes, they do. Plus that is a tiny fucking gasmask, that's why it's under small, not medium.
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Name: Jay Adams
Age: 31
Gender: Male
Clothing: A leather cowboy's hat, a thin t-shirt, a pair of jeans, a pair of socks, and a pair of hiking boots.

Equipment:
Honda EU2000i Gasoline Generator (60)
Six-Pack of Beer (30)
Stonemason's Hammer (30)

Backstory: Jay is an archaeologist that was driving through town on his way back from a recent dig when the first volley of attacks hit the Earth. He grabbed what he could from the back of his pickup and holed himself up in a locally popular goth club called The Crypt which happened to be built mostly underground.

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Name: William Vance
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Clothing: Parka Jacket, White short sleeved shirt, Cargo pants, Hiking boots

Equipment:Avon FM12 gasmask (Small), Spare Rifle Ammunition(small), Hunting Rifle(large)
Backstory: Brother to Aaron Vance, William left Ireland shortly after his brother. Instead of heading straight for his brother he decided to look around the country a bit before settling down. That lasted about a month, after which he hitch hiked his way towards where he had heard his brother lived. He had arrived only a few months before things went down. He stuck with his brother and now their in a bar and grill, trying to think of what to do. A smaller guy then his older brother.





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[[Nah its not a shot at you Vulnus, its a RP GM  thang.]]

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Aaron sits in a booth and checks what's in the grocery bag, "One gallon jug of water... a bag of apples... a twix... three cans of tuna... and a bottle of honey... this should be good for a few days." he opens and dumps out the contents of the sporting bag, it had his trusty folding knife and a matchbook. "I'm gonna check the rest of the bar, William, keep an eye out and lemme know if you notice anything." He head to behind the bar, he finds an aluminum bat and a 38. revolver with a box of shells to go along with it. The revolver is a Model 12 snubbed nosed revolver, it is currently unloaded. The box of 38. rounds has 25 rounds in it. He finds a whole lotta booze, some raw meat, cheese, and veggies like lettuce and potatoes. "We got a whole lotta food here, but it's mostly perishable stuff."
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William made sure a round was chambered and moved to one of the windows, looking for anything on the horizon that might try and attack the bar. He looked through the scope for a second before looking back at his brother "Maybe this place runs on gas, might as well check the stoves. Maybe we can cook something." He said then went back to watching the window.
He looked through the window but he didn't see much moving out there. He let the rifle rest on it's sling and pulled out his gasmask to check on it. He idly said to himself "Okay, thing's still good. Might need to head out after a while."

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Equipment: Snub Nosed Pistol (30), Backpack (30), Box of Pistol Ammo (30), Charcoal Straw Water Purifier (30)

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There is probably no more terrible instance of enlightenment than the one in which you discover your father is a man — with human flesh.

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[[Feel free to start ARRRPEEE-ING.]]

Spoiler: I decided to redo my character, [Lewis Wright (hover to show)

Lewis opened up the front door, taking off the damp-shirt he has acting as a makeshift mask. "Front yard is cleared out, no corpses, trash, and all the ash I could sweep away before it started layering back on.", he tossed the shirt into a nearby booth and started dusting all the ash out of his hair and face. "And yes. I checked the cars, nothing in them, someone must've already looted them before we were here." He sat at the bar, and sniffed a stale flask of whiskey, grimaced, then shrugged as he chugged down the week old booze. "*cough* Ugh. *clears throat* So, does anyone have an actual plan though? We can secure and fortify this place all we want, but once the food runs out, its over, we're going to have to move on unless we resort to robbing people."

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Aaron turns on the stove, it works better save it. He grabs the baseball bat and the .38, he walks over to William and passes the revolver to him. "You're the better shot, here. I found it behind the counter." He turns to Lewis, "If these aliens are edible in any way shape or form we could possibly eat the less hostile ones. So either we move to somewhere large scale in the cities where they're bigger and more hostile, but we can get more supplies and more meat from the critters, or go to the more rural areas and hunt the smaller and less hostile aliens, and if needed we could make molotovs with all this ****ing booze we have. We could also use it to trade, it's a commodity now people want booze more then ever now, they might use it for alcohol stoves, petrol bombs, and personal consumption."
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William took the revolver and checked the cylinder which he was glad to find full. He slipped the .38 into a pocket on his Parka and took hold of his rifle again. "Yeah, let's try and keep the booze. Never know when we might want a drink or when we can trade with it." He looked out the window again and then back at Aaron and Lewis "For now though we should be fine living here. We got some food and water, booze, and hey do the stoves work Aaron?"

 

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