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| Not Your Usual Wasteland Robbery; An open tag between Randamn and Skyhawk and others | |
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| Randamn | Apr 29 2018, 01:20 AM Post #16 |
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''Alright, just gimme a moment. I want to savour what's left of this stew. I don't mean to brag or nothin', but dang... that was one hell of a stew. Heck, I dare say it's the best stew I've ever made.'' Angus nodded a couple of times, a satisfied grin on his face. The cooking pot was mostly empty now. A tiny brown puddle was all that was left, hardly a spoonful. Angus scooped it up very carefully, then stared at the spoon for a moment. ''One hell of a stew...'' he murmered. ''But as they say: all good things must come to an end.'' He stuck the spoon inside his mouth and closed his eyes. He just sat there, not making a sound or moving a muscle. After a minute or so, he pulled the spoon out and opened his eyes again. ''I will remember you, stew,'' he said as if he were standing over the grave of a loved one. Then Angus turned towards Ryan. ''You gotta appreciate the lil' things, Ryan. I mean, there ain't much else left ta' appreciate.'' He gazed up towards the dreary wasteland sky. ''Who knows when we'll get to eat a good meal like this again? Heck, look at me, I could die from infection a couple a' days from now. Or maybe I'll be eaten by them Gecko's. I don't think Gecko's eat people, but then, I never knew they robbed folk neither.'' Angus smacked his lips. ''Sorry. I got a bit melodramatic there. You gotta be realistic, is all I'm tryin' to say.'' He slowly rose and stretched his arms into the air. ''Alright, uh... ngh... now let me think...'' Angus rubbed his chin as he looked around. ''I think it happened... somewhere... that way,'' he said with much uncertainty, and he pointed at some trees. ''Or was it... over... there?'' and he pointed at some other trees in the opposite direction. ''I gotta say, everythin' in this forest looks the same, and my memory's a bit foggy right now. I think it has somethin' to do with all the blood loss.'' He chuckled. ''Hmm... well, we'll have to start somewhere I suppose. So let's go...'' ''Uhm...'' ''This way,'' he decided. ''I'll fetch my cooking utensils on the way back. They'll only get in the way, I reckon. With my luck, they'll be gone by then, but I'll worry about that later. Move out, troops!'' And so they set off in search for the thieves. Edited by Randamn, May 9 2018, 11:03 PM.
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I'm playing Angus of Durteville, unluckiest man in all the wasteland, possibly the world. He's tall 'n scrawny, and has messy, reddish-brown hair. He's covered in scars, head-to-toe, and is missing a couple of teeth. Like most wastelanders, Angus dresses like a dirty hobo. He has a fancy top hat, though. http://s3.zetaboards.com/The_wastes/topic/9054353/1/#new S - 4 P - 6 E - 8 C - 10 I - 5 A - 6 L - 1 Traits: Good Natured Items: Rusty knife, crappy rifle | |
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| Skyhawk347 | Apr 29 2018, 09:12 AM Post #17 |
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Hawkins sat down and waited for his two companions to finish. After a few seconds, he sighed, grabbed his own bowl and finished his own soup. It was delicious. He made a mental reminder to ask Angus for the full recipe once this was over. When Angus gave the word, then they set out. The first went in the direction Angus has last indicated, which went deeper into the woods. Hawkins noticed as they continued however, that unlike a lot of places in the wasteland, this area was overgrown with large trees and shrubs. Well, it wasn't like that was unusual. There were places like that almost everywhere. Just little bits of forest spared by the radiation, but that wasn't what Hawkins was interested in. He was interested in how sturdy some of these trees looked. "We should probably camp in the trees once we find these things." He said to the others. "Geckos can't climb all that well. Their claws are just too short and stubby to support their weights." Now it was true that a lot of heavy creatures COULD climb, but that ability came from the result of thousands upon thousands of years of natural evolution, not from the two hundred years of the type of evolution that was jumpstarted by radiation and would give Darwin himself a heart attack. In other words, the radiation may have made geckos the size of children, but that didn't mean everything else had evolved to match necessarily. Apparently, radiation could be a half-assing bitch sometimes. Huh. He had to wonder how many species went extinct because of this. Like for instance, were there species that died out because their bodies had become so huge their legs couldn't support them, and they starved to death from being immobile? Hm. Something to think about. It was about ten minutes of walking - well, stumbling around really - before Hawkins heard the telltale sounds of geckos. Based on the reactions of the others, he had been the first to hear it. They were close. Hawkins whispered softly "I hear them up ahead. We should probably get in position." Edited by Skyhawk347, Apr 30 2018, 01:57 AM.
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Ryan Hawkins - Level 1 SPECIAL: 5, 8, 7, 3, 6, 9, 3 Equipment: "Talon" (customized rifle), handyman's auto revolver (PC), knife, throwing knives x5, duster coat (desert camo), tan wide-brimmed hat, biker goggles, blue bandana, blue jeans, gloves, gecko-skinned boots 21 years old, 6'1" and wiry; boyish face with shaggy blonde hair, grey eyes, and a mutilated left ear (upper part has been bitten off) Traits: Scatterbrained, Small Frame http://s3.zetaboards.com/The_wastes/topic/9048978/1/ Companion Blue Collins - Level 3 thefortunepsker: Youre like thefortunepsker: What we need thefortunepsker: In the cbox dynamic thefortunepsker: A straight man JewsphGordonLevitt: I need to get in my writing zone, so activate my thot powers thefortunepsker: skyhawks like the old man of the cbox | |
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| Randamn | Apr 29 2018, 11:23 AM Post #18 |
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''This might sound a bit silly, but... I'd like to try talkin' to 'em first before we start shootin','' said Angus. ''I mean, sure, they mugged me 'n all, but they was probably just hungry. Gecko's gotta eat too, y'know.'' His companions gave him funny looks, but Angus got funny looks often so it didn't bother him all that much. ''Now, I know what you're thinkin': they're just a bunch a' dumb animals, and they'll kill me on sight. I'm tellin' ya', though, they're not stupid. I mean, it was a well-executed robbery, I gotta say. Didn't know what hit me! Plenty a' highwaymen out there who could take a lesson or two from these Gecko's, I reckon.'' He chuckled. ''If they really wanted to kill me,'' he continued, ''they could've done so right away, don't ya' think? I mean, I didn't stand a chance. Would've been easy pickin's. No, they just wanted my food, 's what I think.'' He pondered the situation for a moment. ''How about this: the two of you get up in 'em trees so ya' can cover me in case things go south, and I'll go over there 'n see if I can convince 'em to gimme back my things, somehow. I still have a can of sardines on me, perhaps I can trade 'em.'' He paused. ''Or perhaps they'll try 'n eat me.'' Angus wondered what he'd taste like. Edited by Randamn, Apr 29 2018, 02:02 PM.
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I'm playing Angus of Durteville, unluckiest man in all the wasteland, possibly the world. He's tall 'n scrawny, and has messy, reddish-brown hair. He's covered in scars, head-to-toe, and is missing a couple of teeth. Like most wastelanders, Angus dresses like a dirty hobo. He has a fancy top hat, though. http://s3.zetaboards.com/The_wastes/topic/9054353/1/#new S - 4 P - 6 E - 8 C - 10 I - 5 A - 6 L - 1 Traits: Good Natured Items: Rusty knife, crappy rifle | |
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| Skyhawk347 | Apr 29 2018, 02:46 PM Post #19 |
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"I-I-I'm sorry... could you repeat that?" Hawkins asked, eyes wide in bewilderment. The man wanted to TALK to the geckos. TALK! That was it. This was officially one of the weirdest things he had ever done. Not as weird though as the job he and his friends did three years ago involving all that shaving cream. They never did find out what their employer wanted with all of that, but it was the part with the sponge-themed raider gang they had to get through that stood out the most to Hawkins. He still had nightmares about what their leader did with that tuba. Right, back to here and now. Angus laid out his plan and honestly... he didn't know why, but he agreed to it. Despite every part of his common sense telling him to just rifle butt the bastard in the head and drag him to Bucket Town. Maybe he thought Angus had a chance. Maybe some wicked part of the hunter wanted to see what would happen. Maybe he just saw the determination in Angus' eyes and realized that with his "persuasive skills" any attempt to dissuade him would have a result firmly somewhere between "jack" and "shit". "You're not gonna let this go, are you?" Hawkins sighed. This was probably gonna suck. "Alright, we'll do it your way. Just keep your distance from them unless you have to. It'll give you more time to react, and we'll have better lines of fire." Grumbling internally, Hawkins moved over to a large tree that look strong enough to support a Yao Gaui on one of its branches, and started climbing, trusting Finn to do the same. As he did, he looked out over the area he heard the gecko noises come from. Sure enough they were there. About half-a-dozen give or take one or two. Most of them seemed to be pretty small, around three feet tall, but there was one that looked about as tall as he was. Well, one positive thing about hunting geckos: their heads were huge. Easy to make headshots off of them. He picked out a sturdy branch about fifteen feet up, got onto it, and aimed Talon at the geckos, ready to select the first one that went charging at Angus. Then he waited. Edited by Skyhawk347, Apr 30 2018, 02:00 AM.
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Ryan Hawkins - Level 1 SPECIAL: 5, 8, 7, 3, 6, 9, 3 Equipment: "Talon" (customized rifle), handyman's auto revolver (PC), knife, throwing knives x5, duster coat (desert camo), tan wide-brimmed hat, biker goggles, blue bandana, blue jeans, gloves, gecko-skinned boots 21 years old, 6'1" and wiry; boyish face with shaggy blonde hair, grey eyes, and a mutilated left ear (upper part has been bitten off) Traits: Scatterbrained, Small Frame http://s3.zetaboards.com/The_wastes/topic/9048978/1/ Companion Blue Collins - Level 3 thefortunepsker: Youre like thefortunepsker: What we need thefortunepsker: In the cbox dynamic thefortunepsker: A straight man JewsphGordonLevitt: I need to get in my writing zone, so activate my thot powers thefortunepsker: skyhawks like the old man of the cbox | |
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| Randamn | May 1 2018, 12:54 PM Post #20 |
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''Well, here goes nuttin','' Angus mumbled to himself after his companions had climbed up into the trees. ''You can do this, Angus. There's a reason they call you the negotiator.'' People had never actually called him that before. But they certainly would if he made it out of this situation alive. Or the gecko whisperer, maybe. Had a nice ring to it. He scrambled his way through some bushes, and then through some more bushes behind those, and more bushes still. Angus tried to go about things quietly so he wouldn't startle the gecko's, but that turned out to be quite difficult. The bushes rustled with his every move, and whenever he put his foot down, something cracked or snapped under it. Those gecko's would've had to have been deaf not to hear him coming. And Angus was quite certain they weren't. It turned out they were indeed not deaf, as when Angus finally got past the bushes, he found his robbers staring straight at him with those big yellow eyes of theirs, about 30 ft. ahead. There were six of them in total. Two of them were brown, two of them green, and the other two something in between. Brgreen. Or grown, maybe. They were all more-or-less the same size. Quite small actually. Like children almost. Hunchbacked children with scales and fangs and claws and glowing eyes. Angus shuddered. They stared at him for a moment, and he at them, a bit unsure as to what he was supposed to do next. Then, one of the gecko's began gurgling, and a big boulder lying next to them began to move. ''What the...?'' Angus muttered in disbelief. ''How is that even...?'' But it turned out the boulder wasn't a boulder, but a much, much larger, grey gecko. And he was wearing Angus' hat. Edited by Randamn, May 10 2018, 12:40 AM.
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I'm playing Angus of Durteville, unluckiest man in all the wasteland, possibly the world. He's tall 'n scrawny, and has messy, reddish-brown hair. He's covered in scars, head-to-toe, and is missing a couple of teeth. Like most wastelanders, Angus dresses like a dirty hobo. He has a fancy top hat, though. http://s3.zetaboards.com/The_wastes/topic/9054353/1/#new S - 4 P - 6 E - 8 C - 10 I - 5 A - 6 L - 1 Traits: Good Natured Items: Rusty knife, crappy rifle | |
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| Skyhawk347 | May 9 2018, 01:40 PM Post #21 |
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Hawkins watched the scene unfold before him, and could not believe that (so far) it seemed to actually be working. The geckos saw him coming from a mile away, but didn't decide to immediately lunge forward to make the scarred man's face their next meal. That... actually kind of made the hunter doubt that Angus' plan was as crazy as he originally thought it was. 'Well shit' he thought. 'Hey though, I'm not complaining.' Sometimes it was good to be wrong. He then watched as the largest of the geckos, one around six and a half feet tall, stood up to its full height. Hawkins was impressed at its size. It could feed the trio for an entire week. Wait there was something on its head that drew the hunter's attention. ... ... Was... Was that a hat? Was that the lost item that Angus was talking about? Part of him considered that maybe it was. This same part also was considering strangling Angus if that turned out to be the case. Hawkins shook his head and focused back on the situation, waiting to see what the soup maker would do next. ... Okay he had to admit though, the sight of a gecko wearing a hat was pretty damn funny. |
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Ryan Hawkins - Level 1 SPECIAL: 5, 8, 7, 3, 6, 9, 3 Equipment: "Talon" (customized rifle), handyman's auto revolver (PC), knife, throwing knives x5, duster coat (desert camo), tan wide-brimmed hat, biker goggles, blue bandana, blue jeans, gloves, gecko-skinned boots 21 years old, 6'1" and wiry; boyish face with shaggy blonde hair, grey eyes, and a mutilated left ear (upper part has been bitten off) Traits: Scatterbrained, Small Frame http://s3.zetaboards.com/The_wastes/topic/9048978/1/ Companion Blue Collins - Level 3 thefortunepsker: Youre like thefortunepsker: What we need thefortunepsker: In the cbox dynamic thefortunepsker: A straight man JewsphGordonLevitt: I need to get in my writing zone, so activate my thot powers thefortunepsker: skyhawks like the old man of the cbox | |
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| Randamn | May 9 2018, 11:22 PM Post #22 |
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''M-my hat...'' Angus whispered longingly. The huge fat one, who he figured was the pack leader if that was a thing amongst gecko's, lumbered a few steps forward. It looked at Angus with its head cocked sideways. Then turned its head up again, and let out a deep, gurgly growl. It sounded almost as if it were saying What do you want, human? Or perhaps it was saying Dinner time, boys. Angus didn't speak gecko, so it was hard to say for sure. He gulped. ''Uh...'' ''Gurgl... flurgl... uh... ggrrrroopl floopl,'' Angus gurgled back. He really hoped he hadn't just insulted the behemoth's mother, or something. Angus didn't really know what he was saying, or if he was saying anything at all, it just sort of... felt right, if he'd have had to explain it to anybody. It turned its big head towards one of the smaller gecko, and he could've sworn he saw the little guy shrug. Then he turned to Angus again. ''Uh... uh... glurblgrlg... schmrglg... glrlr...?'' he continued. It must've looked quite silly to the men in the trees. ''Look, man,'' Angus whimpered. ''I just want my hat back.'' But the gecko's face showed no signs of understanding. ''My hat,'' he said once more, and with both fingers he pointed into the empty space above his head where his hat was supposed to be. ''Haaa~aaat.'' Nothing. A breeze rustled the bushes and branches, but besides that, there was only silence. ''What's in it for me?'' the big gecko then rumbled. Edited by Randamn, May 10 2018, 06:30 AM.
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I'm playing Angus of Durteville, unluckiest man in all the wasteland, possibly the world. He's tall 'n scrawny, and has messy, reddish-brown hair. He's covered in scars, head-to-toe, and is missing a couple of teeth. Like most wastelanders, Angus dresses like a dirty hobo. He has a fancy top hat, though. http://s3.zetaboards.com/The_wastes/topic/9054353/1/#new S - 4 P - 6 E - 8 C - 10 I - 5 A - 6 L - 1 Traits: Good Natured Items: Rusty knife, crappy rifle | |
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| Skyhawk347 | May 10 2018, 05:19 AM Post #23 |
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Wastelander
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Well... the big gecko hadn't attacked Angus yet. That was good. The hunter still had a bit of trouble comprehending that the scarred man thought talking to the geckos would work. 'I mean for the most part, they are food, not friends.' Angus seemed to be trying to actually talk with the geckos. The hunter couldn't hear what they were saying from his position, but it almost seemed like they were actually having a conversation. The gecko was even folding its arms and standing in this "Whatcha gonna do?" type of way. Heh. If he didn't know better, he'd say the gecko was actually intelligent. |
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Ryan Hawkins - Level 1 SPECIAL: 5, 8, 7, 3, 6, 9, 3 Equipment: "Talon" (customized rifle), handyman's auto revolver (PC), knife, throwing knives x5, duster coat (desert camo), tan wide-brimmed hat, biker goggles, blue bandana, blue jeans, gloves, gecko-skinned boots 21 years old, 6'1" and wiry; boyish face with shaggy blonde hair, grey eyes, and a mutilated left ear (upper part has been bitten off) Traits: Scatterbrained, Small Frame http://s3.zetaboards.com/The_wastes/topic/9048978/1/ Companion Blue Collins - Level 3 thefortunepsker: Youre like thefortunepsker: What we need thefortunepsker: In the cbox dynamic thefortunepsker: A straight man JewsphGordonLevitt: I need to get in my writing zone, so activate my thot powers thefortunepsker: skyhawks like the old man of the cbox | |
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| Randamn | May 10 2018, 07:36 AM Post #24 |
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''Y-you can... talk...?'' Angus stuttered. ''What's that s'posed to mean?'' the overgrown gecko grumbled. ''Well, I mean... you're a gecko.'' It raised a brow. ''And...?'' ''Gecko's don't usually talk.'' ''Says who...?'' ''Y'know, people.'' Angus shrugged. ''I dunno, uh... It's just... I'm a bit surprised, 's all. I've... never met a talkin' gecko before.'' ''So what?'', it replied, sounding quite irritated. ''You think just b'cos' we look a lil' different 'n you humans 'n we live out here in the wild, we's all a bunch a' savages...? Frankly, I feel offended.'' ''C'mon, I didn't mean it like that,'' Angus said apologetically. ''And to be fair,'' he added, raising a finger in protest, ''you and your, uh... family...? did rob me.'' ''We gotta eat, don' we?'' ''That's what I said!'' Angus yelled out, and the gecko gave him a puzzled look. ''Eh, nevermind.'' ''Look, man, I'm not here to... judge you or anything. You do what ya' gotta do, I understand. I just want my hat back, and then I'll be on my way.'' The gecko narrowed its bulging yellow eyes and pressed its fat thumb into its fat chest. ''What's. In it. For me?'' Edited by Randamn, May 10 2018, 08:06 AM.
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I'm playing Angus of Durteville, unluckiest man in all the wasteland, possibly the world. He's tall 'n scrawny, and has messy, reddish-brown hair. He's covered in scars, head-to-toe, and is missing a couple of teeth. Like most wastelanders, Angus dresses like a dirty hobo. He has a fancy top hat, though. http://s3.zetaboards.com/The_wastes/topic/9054353/1/#new S - 4 P - 6 E - 8 C - 10 I - 5 A - 6 L - 1 Traits: Good Natured Items: Rusty knife, crappy rifle | |
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| Skyhawk347 | May 10 2018, 08:52 AM Post #25 |
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Hawkins looked out at the scene that seemed to be getting stranger by the minute. Sure enough, Angus was talking to the large gecko that was wearing a hat, and whatever he was saying, it was currently letting him live. The hunter let his guard down in disbelief. He couldn't make out what Angus was saying but he could hear that Angus WAS talking, and the gecko, seemed to growl and gurgle in response. When the gecko let out what sounded like a small roar and leaned towards Angus, Hawkins nearly opened fire, but then Angus talked some more and the gecko stood right back up. And then Angus talked some more. What in the hell was going on? |
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Ryan Hawkins - Level 1 SPECIAL: 5, 8, 7, 3, 6, 9, 3 Equipment: "Talon" (customized rifle), handyman's auto revolver (PC), knife, throwing knives x5, duster coat (desert camo), tan wide-brimmed hat, biker goggles, blue bandana, blue jeans, gloves, gecko-skinned boots 21 years old, 6'1" and wiry; boyish face with shaggy blonde hair, grey eyes, and a mutilated left ear (upper part has been bitten off) Traits: Scatterbrained, Small Frame http://s3.zetaboards.com/The_wastes/topic/9048978/1/ Companion Blue Collins - Level 3 thefortunepsker: Youre like thefortunepsker: What we need thefortunepsker: In the cbox dynamic thefortunepsker: A straight man JewsphGordonLevitt: I need to get in my writing zone, so activate my thot powers thefortunepsker: skyhawks like the old man of the cbox | |
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| Randamn | May 10 2018, 09:24 AM Post #26 |
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''You ever had sardines before, big fella'?'' From the look on its face, Angus could tell that it had not. ''Well then, you're in for a treat!'' he said with a sly grin. Angus rummaged through his pockets. ''Where'd I...'' he muttered. ''Uh, hold on, eh... just gimme a moment...'' He rummaged some more. ''Ah, there it is!'' He revealed an oval-shaped can covered in scratches and tiny dents. ''This here, my scaly friend, is a delicacy from the Old World...'' ''Looks like a piece a' metal to me,'' the gecko replied gruffly. ''Yes, well, it is. It's like an, uh... like an egg, yeah. It's the insides that matter.'' The gecko stomped over towards Angus. ''Gimme that,'' it grunted, and it snatched the can from his hand. It raised it above its head and inspected it carefully. It glanced over at Angus with a suspicious look in its eye, then back to the can. It sniffed it a couple of times, gave it a lick. Then it looked back at Angus again. ''This better not be some kind a' scam.'' Angus flashed him his gap-toothed smile. ''Ask anyone, and they'll tell ya' my word's good as gold. Or silver, at the very least.'' ''I don't know what that means, but... alright. You've got yerself a deal.'' It removed the top hat from its huge head and tossed it over to Angus. ''Pleasure doin' business with ya','' Angus said with a bow. Edited by Randamn, May 15 2018, 05:14 AM.
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I'm playing Angus of Durteville, unluckiest man in all the wasteland, possibly the world. He's tall 'n scrawny, and has messy, reddish-brown hair. He's covered in scars, head-to-toe, and is missing a couple of teeth. Like most wastelanders, Angus dresses like a dirty hobo. He has a fancy top hat, though. http://s3.zetaboards.com/The_wastes/topic/9054353/1/#new S - 4 P - 6 E - 8 C - 10 I - 5 A - 6 L - 1 Traits: Good Natured Items: Rusty knife, crappy rifle | |
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| Skyhawk347 | May 10 2018, 10:47 AM Post #27 |
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What? That was the only thought that was in Hawkins' head. What? Not only did Angus manage to not get eaten by the geckos, but they actually worked out something resembling a trade. How smart were these geckos? He had heard about some species have some kind of understanding for trading, but this... What? Either way, Hawkins saw that the deal was done, and climbed down from his tree, ready to meet the happy-looking Angus. |
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Ryan Hawkins - Level 1 SPECIAL: 5, 8, 7, 3, 6, 9, 3 Equipment: "Talon" (customized rifle), handyman's auto revolver (PC), knife, throwing knives x5, duster coat (desert camo), tan wide-brimmed hat, biker goggles, blue bandana, blue jeans, gloves, gecko-skinned boots 21 years old, 6'1" and wiry; boyish face with shaggy blonde hair, grey eyes, and a mutilated left ear (upper part has been bitten off) Traits: Scatterbrained, Small Frame http://s3.zetaboards.com/The_wastes/topic/9048978/1/ Companion Blue Collins - Level 3 thefortunepsker: Youre like thefortunepsker: What we need thefortunepsker: In the cbox dynamic thefortunepsker: A straight man JewsphGordonLevitt: I need to get in my writing zone, so activate my thot powers thefortunepsker: skyhawks like the old man of the cbox | |
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| Randamn | May 12 2018, 01:20 AM Post #28 |
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''Hey, look guys! I got my hat back!'' Angus waved his hat through the air with a huge smile on his face. He whistled a cheerful tune as he strolled over to the two men. ''See, I knew it'd all work out. What d'ya know...? Talkin' gecko's...'' He looked up at the sky. It was purple. And there were glowing green birds flying about. ''Huh. You guys, uh... seein'... what I'm seein'...?'' Angus looked back at Ryan and Finn, but their faces were all fuzzy and they were swaying like drunks. Or maybe he was. He felt real dizzy all of a sudden. ''I... I feel kind a'... funny,'' was the last thing Angus said before he plopped face-first into the dirt. Edited by Randamn, May 12 2018, 12:20 PM.
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I'm playing Angus of Durteville, unluckiest man in all the wasteland, possibly the world. He's tall 'n scrawny, and has messy, reddish-brown hair. He's covered in scars, head-to-toe, and is missing a couple of teeth. Like most wastelanders, Angus dresses like a dirty hobo. He has a fancy top hat, though. http://s3.zetaboards.com/The_wastes/topic/9054353/1/#new S - 4 P - 6 E - 8 C - 10 I - 5 A - 6 L - 1 Traits: Good Natured Items: Rusty knife, crappy rifle | |
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| Skyhawk347 | May 13 2018, 02:32 AM Post #29 |
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Wastelander
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"Angus?" The hunter called out to his scarred companion. There was no response, "ANGUS!" He rushed over to Angus' side, putting two fingers to his neck. A rhythmic pulsing would be felt and Hawkins thanked fuck for that. "Finn, help me carry him back to the camp." Hawkins said, slinging Angus' arm over one shoulder trusting Finn to do the same to the other arm. They made their way back to the camp. 'Shit. What to do?' Well, he had to figure out what was going on first, obviously. 'Okay think.' Hawkins urged himself as he laid Angus down on the ground gently. Maybe there was something in the soup that would help him figure out what was going on? He dashed over to the collection of vegetables and herbs Angus had collected, and nearly face-palmed. Just out of view of where he was sitting earlier was an herb he hadn't identified. He picked it up and his heart sank. "Jimson weed." He said to the others, "Just a little bit will put you in the worst trip of your life. I don't know how much he put in, but it doesn't seem to be affecting u-." Aaaannnnnddd Finn's face was melting. 'Oh, crap.' After a blink, he saw hands. Millions and millions of hands on tops of the trees and eyes in the knotholes. Then he looked down at his own fingers which had become ten long, slimy tentacles. And then he tried to move along the ground that was moving up and down like it was a bedsheet somebody was shaking out. And he thought 'I've never had to mooooove across stuff like this before.' And then he woke up in a dirty alley. ... ... Hawkins buried his face in his hands and groaned. His mom was right; drugs suck. 'Cept weed. ----------- "Wake up, bud." A voiced called out to him. Hawkins looked up to see a smilling but filthy old man in a tattered beanie standing over him. "Quite the bender eh?" "Where am I?" Hawkins asked whining. "You're in the Boneyard, young one." Wait really? That was... actually where he needed to be. "Hehehe! You must have had quite the trip! You stumbled in here and started crawling around on all fours, yelling 'Look, I am a Kitty CAT!'" The old hobo busted out into laughter. Oh man... Hawkins thoroughly took stock of everything he had. He still had all of his weapons, which was good, all of his clothes were intact if a bit grimy, and nothing was missing from his backpack, his kits, or his pockets. He even still had all of his ammo. Oh thank god. He stood up on his feet, and only then did something feel off. Where the hell were his socks?! Whatever. "Look man, can you tell me where the workshop is? That's... why I came here to begin with." He needed to get the broken revolver he now had in his possession working, and he had heard rumors of a weapons workshop here in the Boneyard. "Heh, don't bother son. No offense, but they ain't gonna let you in. You're an outsider." The hobo put a hand to his scruffy beard, contemplating, and then said "Buuut, I've heard there's a gen-u-ine blacksmith over in Big Brown." "You're kidding? I JUST came from that direction!" "Wow. Tough luck son. Whatever you went through to get here, guess it was all for nothing, huh?" The hob's eyes were surprising sympathetic, but the grin on his face told Hawkins that he found the hunter's misfortune hilarious. Hawkins sighed and thanked the hobo for the information and walked out of the alley towards the eastern road. Fuck leaving your girlfriend's house after "staying the night". This was the REAL walk of shame. |
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Ryan Hawkins - Level 1 SPECIAL: 5, 8, 7, 3, 6, 9, 3 Equipment: "Talon" (customized rifle), handyman's auto revolver (PC), knife, throwing knives x5, duster coat (desert camo), tan wide-brimmed hat, biker goggles, blue bandana, blue jeans, gloves, gecko-skinned boots 21 years old, 6'1" and wiry; boyish face with shaggy blonde hair, grey eyes, and a mutilated left ear (upper part has been bitten off) Traits: Scatterbrained, Small Frame http://s3.zetaboards.com/The_wastes/topic/9048978/1/ Companion Blue Collins - Level 3 thefortunepsker: Youre like thefortunepsker: What we need thefortunepsker: In the cbox dynamic thefortunepsker: A straight man JewsphGordonLevitt: I need to get in my writing zone, so activate my thot powers thefortunepsker: skyhawks like the old man of the cbox | |
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| vexedBubble | Jun 1 2018, 06:52 AM Post #30 |
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Welcome to my first grade, I recommend taking everything I say with a pinch of salt ;) Let’s start with Skyhawk! Short and sweet! I love your descriptions, you really build an image in the reader’s mind and it really keeps us engaged with your characters and their story. I also like the fact you’ve taken into consideration the descriptions of other characters, even not those mentioned in this particular RP. Referencing their character sheets adds to the depth of your writing. I’ve read a couple of your past RP grades and honestly I’m not sure of anything to pick on. You’ve listened to what others have recommended and it really shows. Towards the end of this grade I’ve written a couple bits that involve everyone so please give them a look. Other than that, keep up the good work! ~~~ Randamn, my main cause of concern with your writing is that the formatting is awkward and difficult to read. In regards to characters speech, you don’t need to bold every talking sentence. Make sure that if you’re continuing one characters speech between descriptions it’s still on the same line. Only when another person starts speaking should you use a different line for the speech. There was a few times when Angus was speaking to the geckos that I didn’t know who was talking because of this. Many of your sentences could also have been merged into one paragraph. It’s easier to follow the flow of the story than stopping to move to the next sentence, especially when that sentence is several lines away. Just remember to spell and grammar check, and give your post a couple proof reads before posting and you’ll be great! I usually find that writing my post then looking at it the next day with fresh eyes really helps. Now, I do like how you’ve written Angus’ dialect and accent, it seems more realistic. I can definitely picture him in the Wastes. You also used his CHA 10 really well being able to actually talk the geckos out of his hat, and convincing the rest of the party that it was a good idea to even try in the first place. ~~~ MooseRouse, It was sad to see you stop posting halfway through this one, I was quite liking the dynamic between the three characters. In the future, remember that communication between taggers is the key, always keep the others updated on when you can or cannot post, and if/when you need to drop out. A polite post out of character saying you’re unable to continue is always appreciated. Moving on, though. Pretty much every single one of your posts would have benefitted from proofreading and spell check, so I’m not going to point out every single one of your flaws. A couple though; I would recommend against ‘quoting’ previous replies to the thread, however. Anyone reading the RP would have already read the post you’re quoting. In a tag or event involving more people where you’re referencing a post from a while ago, sure - it’ll help the reader remember what’s happened. But the post immediately before yours? Don’t bother. With everything it just makes it messy. Imagine as you’re writing that the reader doesn’t know your character. I don’t mean to tell you to rewrite your characters backstory every single RP you do, but referencing previous experiences can help build your character up. For example;
First off, spell check. Secondly, yes he knew. But how did he find this out? What happened to him that gave him this view of the wasteland? A couple sentences describing what happened will fix this up easy. You’re building up an interesting character and I’m looking forward to reading more of him! ~~~ A couple for the whole team just so I don’t repeat myself. With the overall story, it was silly. And I loved it. Having a light hearted story set in such a terrible wasteland is a lovely juxtaposition. However, it did get a bit confusing in the second half and I didn’t quite understand what was happening until the last couple of posts. I understand that you might have decided that most of the story was basically an acid trip on the fly but it caused some contradictions. For example;
So you make up the fact he recognised all the herbs by saying he missed one while examining them earlier. It’s a bit awkward and did make me go back and read it a couple times. If you all as a team had figured a basic storyline to begin with then you could have foreshadowed the ‘high’ your characters were going through. I think you all could have made a few interesting posts of a slow building high for the boys or other hints at what was going on, not knowing the herb at the beginning or recognising the taste of the drug but not remembering what it was. ~~~ Now! Who wants some rewards? B) Skyhawk Randamn MooseRouse |
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| Alida Brandy | Lvl 1 | "a mix of zooey deschanel and the entirety of ww1" - Fom | S:3(-1) P:8(+1) E:7 C:8 I:4 A:6(-1) L:3 | Hungry like the Wolf! - stat adjustments for 2 solos/tags | +75 N'awlins | | Pipe Rifle | Switchblade | Flintlock | | Denizen of the Dark | Sex Appeal | Fast Learner | | Mór-Ríoghain | Lvl 1 | | S:4 P:8 E:8 C:4 I:5 A:3 L:8 | | Hatchet | Handmade Bow (with arrows) | | Hunter | Creep | | |
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