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| The Red Hero; Solo Intro Flashback type thing | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Sep 30 2010, 06:04 PM (97 Views) | |
| NobodyPro | Sep 30 2010, 06:04 PM Post #1 |
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I rubbed my knuckles, still sore from punching that walking bit of meat in the face, and then lightly touched the side of my head, also sore from where the meat had hit punched him in the side of the head. That was the third person that I've had to convince that I'm not a "Dirty Commie Spah!" and the second that hadn't bothered to ask first. This whole arrival in 'Buckettown' had definitely not gone to plan. He sat down and bagan to recall what had led him here since he arrived in what was left of the 'Great United States'... ----- The waves were bobbing the raft up and down, the motion had become incredibly familiar during this seemingly endless trip. Bogdan pulled on the fishing line slightly in the hope that he'd caught a fish and hadn't noticed. Nothing. He tied his end of the line to the mast, there were ten hooks made of his empty cans now and he always kept some pieces of fish so that he would have bait. It was midday so there was no excuse to clean the filter so he lay down under the sheltered half of the raft and thought. They had always said that the knowledge they were passing on to him was such a great gift and how it would help us. Apart from the filter his 'great knowledge' hadn't helped him at all and the filter could have been built by someone else. It's so simple. He tilted his head to check the line and spotted something on the horizon. He pulled his binoculars out of his storage box and took another look. It's land! Eto chertovski zemli! He set the binoculars down and started to move the sail, there wasn't much wind but he would get there sooner or later if he was going in the right direction. As he moved it he accidentally kicked the binoculars sending them to the edge of the raft. He couldn't let go of it yet so he tried to use his foot. Holding the sail in place with his hands and attempting to move the binoculars closer to him with his foot. A wayward movement sent the binoculars to the depths. Govno! ... It was good to see dry land again but strange to walk on it after never having to take more than four steps for this long. He tied the raft to what was left of a pier before turning, tripping and falling on his face. He picked himself up quickly. Nobody around? Nobody saw that? Good. Now, where are the people? I need people to save to become a hero. When I found them I think I will... what could I do to become a hero quickly? Well, what normally happened in the comics is that he arrives and is welcomed by the people and tasked to overthrow an evil warlord and rescue a damsel an then afterward he falls in love with the damsel, settles down and then someone burns down the village and he has to vow revenge. That's not an option though. That just puts me right back where I started. ... Walking through these streets and you know who I ran into? Nikto and his good friend Yebatʹ Vseh, just a lot of dirt and nothing. It was hard to see anything in the dark anyway. You'd think that with all my engineering skills I'd be able to make a fission powered torch out of an old can and a car wreck but the best I could come up with is a flaming stick. Absolyutnyĭ geniĭ yeblya. As he turned a corner he spotted a faint light in a doorway a short way up the street. He walked towards it hoping for some kind of food and directions to the nearest town. The building looked like it had once sold clothing and inside was a... man. It looked like a man after he'd been left in the sun for years and then put on a suit and sounded like it too. He was sitting behind the counter on a stool, eating. To the right was a chair laying on it's side and to the left was a series of empty shelves. As soon as I walked in he said "Ah, a visitor. I don't get much people round here." He seemed human enough, I replied "Hello." The dried man's eyes widened in surprise "I've never had a visitor like you, not in all the years since the bombs fell." Bliad! My accent! "Well I've never seen a, uh, man like you before either." He stood up, "Is this some kind of smoothskin joke or are you being serious?" "Of course I am being serious. Why would I be making a joke? Now, do you like magic?" "Now I know your joking." "No, seriously." I pulled his recorder out of his pack and put it on the counter, "Watch that and I will make it disappear." The dried man looked at me with an impatient look before he leaned over it, "This better be good." I grabbed the chair and swung it around to hit the dried man in the side of the head. His head hit the counter as he fell and he just lay there, unmoving. I'm very hungry and that's a really nice suit. ... WIP |
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Chris Chapman, Level: 2 S:5 P:10 E:3 C:4 I:7 A:5 L:6 Tall 34yo man, slight limp, dark bruises around eyes, wears a leather jacket, hallucinates. Bogdan "Mark" Kozlov, Level: 1 S:7 P:3 E:7 C:6 I:8 A:8 L:1 21yo Russian man, handlebar mustache, wears a suit, always tries to be the hero. I don't mind a little puppeteering of my characters | |
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| NobodyPro | Oct 1 2010, 01:17 AM Post #2 |
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How the hell did this happen? Ignore this like the plague. |
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Chris Chapman, Level: 2 S:5 P:10 E:3 C:4 I:7 A:5 L:6 Tall 34yo man, slight limp, dark bruises around eyes, wears a leather jacket, hallucinates. Bogdan "Mark" Kozlov, Level: 1 S:7 P:3 E:7 C:6 I:8 A:8 L:1 21yo Russian man, handlebar mustache, wears a suit, always tries to be the hero. I don't mind a little puppeteering of my characters | |
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