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| TonyTheFish | Nov 24 2016, 11:18 AM Post #1 |
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Wastelander
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It had not taken the ghouls long to figure out which building the shot had come from, they might have been stupid but they weren't...um...anyway. After the first couple dropped down, his gun had jammed, giving them the time they needed to casually walk over and stare up at him. His dismayed face and bald head stood out against the grey and scorched buildings, his mind knew it should be moving, but his body refused to move, still hoping they would not attack. Then they roared, and the chase began. They charged through the double doors, instantly breaking the wood he was so sure would have given him seconds he needed. He scrambled to his feet, avoiding the glass that had broken when he had fired through it, shouldering his hand cannon and bouncing off of the stairwell going upwards. The scrambling and screams of the ghouls below echoed up to him, and he knew by the crashes they were quickly dismantling the barricade he had set up on the ground floor. He stumbled further up, two floors, three floors, all the way to the roof where he had a plank connected to the next building he could escape across. A howl from below and fast footsteps, a lot of fast footsteps. He cursed, running faster and angling his shoulders to keep the gun still, it was not loaded and until he could get a second to load it he was restricted to the rock knuckles covering his left hand. He finally got to the fire escape at the top, pushing through and closing it immediately behind him as a rotting head appeared around the corner. The lock clicked just as the ghoul reached it, he leaned against it while the beasts pounded from the other side, if he closed his eyes it could almost be therapeutic. But the snarling and smell of rotting flesh kind of ruined that. It was only after a second of breath that he realised where the snarling was coming from. He opened his eyes quickly as it got dramatically louder, and a ghoul was sprinting towards him from the plank, two more making their way across and by the sound of the echoes more were to follow. Sneaky bastards. He unshouldered the gun, bringing it crashing down on the ghouls head, bring his knee up to match its jaw and crush the skull between the two. With a sickening crunch he pulled the gun free and moved to the next one. He flexed his left hand, dropping his gun for speed and batting the ghouls arm aside, he twisted, cracking the arm in half, and twisting on his feed, came back across and took the remaining arm. He continued the spin, the ghoul leering forwards to use his mouth and slammed down with both fists on its head, splattering himself and the nearby area in its mouldy brain and drying black blood. The gun out of reach, he grappled with the ghoul on top of him, pinning both arms under his elbow and twisting into him, he got his feet underneath, pushing up and sending the ghoul flying over his head. Straight off of the building. He got back to his feet, gathering up his gun, he took out the board connecting the buildings just as the reinforcements arrived, around half a dozen ghouls spitting and growling at him over a gap between the buildings. And god knows how many down the fire escape, he pulled up a box nearby, and calmly worked on reloading his gun. There was no reason to panic in a situation that should have made him panic, as panic would have served no purpose other than making his last moments pathetic rather than brave. |
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| Dwight | Nov 26 2016, 04:28 PM Post #2 |
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Vault dweller
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Dwight jumped back from the small steel box he had been trying to break open with his hatchet when he heard volleys of gunfire raddling of in the distance. He dived to the ground of the convenience store he was looting, he lands hard on his bad leg and muttered obscenities to himself. After short time the fire subsided and the young man crawled to his feet, he stowed his hatchet in bag before unslinging his antique Ziga rifle from his back and leveling at his hip. He faced the glass front of the store and began moving for the door his brace creaking every step of the way. in his life, he had learned to follow the sounds of gunfire, because once it stopped, that meant something was dead and ripe for the picking. He quickened his pace moving and weaving past debris in the street. His movement was interrupted by a loud noise, it sounded like wood creaking and being torn apart. He began running throwing most of his weight on his good leg. He thundered around a corner just in time to see a group of ghouls braking through a door at the ground level of a building, he stopped hoping he hadn’t attracted any attention but alas two of them heard his running. The two monstrosities at the back of the crowd broke of and began charging Dwight, he raised his rifle to his shoulder and let his breath escape his lungs, he takes aim at the first ghoul before compressing the energy’s rifles trigger. The rifle made an odd cracking noise as a red beam flew from the barrel hitting the ghoul in the chest, the ghoul collapsed under its own weight as the beam pierced through its internal organs. The ghouls friend how-ever had not been so unlucky, because when Dwight shifted his aim to the other ghoul and fired, he the beam flew past the ghoul. The rifle clattered to the ground as Dwight dropped it, he withdrew the hatchet right hand and put he left arm out, the ghoul sprinted into him. Dwight could somewhat hold it at bay with his left arm while he readied his swing but despite this the ghoul tore at him with its hands, “son-of-a-bitch” the young man mouthed under his breath as he felt the claws tearing at him, he finally swung aiming for the ghoul’s neck, the rusty blade of the hatched sunk into the ghoul’s neck. The ghoul collapsed limply. Dwight was left catching his breath and wiping the hatchet clean on his left sleeve, he tucks it back into his bag before grabbing his rifle. He reloaded the two energy cells quickly and with great ease that came with practice his methodical reloaded was interrupted when a ghoul came crashing down in front of him. “JESUS CHRIST” he shouted having been surprised by the sudden falling body, he looked up hoping to see whoever just threw the ghoul down but he had no luck. He spun and began heading for a slightly taller building across the street from building the ghouls broke into, the earlier gunfire had Luckily drawn the ghouls out of the building he was entering. The building was painted a dull yellow and had a wooden double door that Dwight learned led directly into a stairwell, he began quickly ascending the creaking steps as he tried to ignore the smell of death in the air. Soon he found himself opening a red exit do to a roof. The roof was concrete and empty nothing of interest he stumbled over to the side of the roof, the pain his bum leg grew from the strenuous activity, but he finished his journey to the edge of the roof to see a sight that was almost comical, a bald man sat on a wooden box calmly un-jamming an old machine as ghouls spat and hissed at him from the other rooftop “yeah need some help there bud?” Dwight shouted waving his hand at the fellow in the blue overcoat |
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| TonyTheFish | Nov 27 2016, 03:26 PM Post #3 |
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Wastelander
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He finished tucking the ammunition into his hand cannon, his whole palm patting it down, fingers too large to fit down the pipe so he shook it a few times. Then something caught his ear that was not a ghoul roar, ghouls could not make words, not could they ask if he wanted help. Nor would they ask if he wanted help, unless by help they meant eat. He had never tasted ghoul, it looked bad, it looked yucky, he would not eat rotten fruit and he would never eat rotten meat, makes sense. But now was not time for eating, now was time for not dying in the other, not being eaten himself way. He looked around dumbly, his face slack and single curl bobbing, standing up to see better and ignoring the ghouls to his side. They could not reach him here, not yet anyway, the only way they were getting to him were if they jumped the gap or if he jumped to them. Both of which were unlikely of happening. He saw him, the man in the higher building, at this distance all he could see was the general shape and a gun. "I um." he looked around, then looked down the building, he could climb down but there was now doubt more ghouls below. "Um" looking up at the man and giving him a funny looking smile that looked like a cat caught under a car. "Yes please. They don't seem to want to play nice." He stepped backwards and looking around, a crack in the door appeared as the ghouls hammering continued. He flexed his muscles, his duster sliding off of his shoulders and showing his incredibly muscled body, strength on top of strength the look of which not many had seen. Then all hell broke loose. The door splintered open with hands clawing at the air, then whole bodies as the ghouls poured out. They came out as two, then three. He stood there for the whole time, letting them come out, he knew they would attack on their own so he moved around. Giving the friendly man a clear shot should he chose to help, he had no intention of dying on a rooftop to be food for these monsters. The first two were easy, but that left four more after they were all done coming out. They sprinted across the roof, their friends on the other building behind him almost cheering them on, becoming whipped into a frenzy, he knew from past experience that when they get this bloodthirsty they would do anything, including but not limited to jumping. He used the momentum of the first one to throw him over his shoulder, straight off of the building. He came back up, slamming his right fist into the second ones jaw, uppercutting it up into the air then grabbing its feet in the air, its jaw shattering and spine snapping, killing it instantly but the skin keeping it there. He slammed it over his shoulder then back down again, throwing the ghoul into his friends to allow the man a clear shot at any of the four left. |
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| Dwight | Nov 27 2016, 04:23 PM Post #4 |
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Vault dweller
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The hunter raised an eyebrow upon hearing the words spoken by the large man, had the man not said that the ghouls didn’t want to play nice in such a normal matter Dwight would have assumed he was just trying to make a tense situation less stressful, but the way he said it just stuck in Dwight’s mind. He resigned to ask the man once they weren’t in mortal danger, Dwight dropped to his good knee and laid the Ziga’s barrel over the roofs ledge for support. “Clean-shots only” the sniper muttered to himself taking aim at the aim at the door the man stood close to, he hardly noticed the man take his jacket off. After just a few moments of waiting the door broke and ghouls rushed forth towards the shirtless man. What Dwight saw was a feat of human strength Dwight thought impossible, the lone hunter watched in aww as the man threw another ghoul from the roof like a ragdoll, and then picking another up and threw it into the other ghouls like one would throw a toy. As it collided with them the four surviving ghouls stumbled back, Dwight knew when the best time to take a shot was due to his frequent hunting, and he knew that there was no better opportunity then a stumbling animal. Dwight let the air escape his lungs, as he trained his sights onto the torso of the ghoul closest to him, he compresses the trigger of his rifle. The rifle cracked as a beam of red light made its trip between the two rooftops only taking a moment, the bolt of energy flew past Dwight’s intended target instead Luckily hitting the ghouls next to the first killing it. “Piss” Dwight muttered drawing a breath before re-adjusting his aim, Dwight was a good-shot not a perfect-shot this he demonstrated when he over compensated his second shot and missed the ghoul he was aiming for by a few feet. “Give me a moment to reload” he called to the man as he pulled the rifle down and away from the leg and began carefully replacing the energy cells of the rifle, a moment later two drained energy cells laid next to the man’s feet and his rifle was once again braced on the lip of his current build. The two ghouls had regained balance and were once again charging the man, Dwight once again stopped his breathing and tried to lead his shot on one of the ghouls but only managed to graze its leg. By the time he could line up another shot the ghouls were so close to the man Dwight didn’t trust the Ziga to make a clean shot “I can’t get a clean shot with em’ that close pal” he shouted pulling his rifle back and waiting to see how the melee would turn out. |
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| TonyTheFish | Nov 27 2016, 04:48 PM Post #5 |
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Wastelander
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Hm. Pretty. The guy had a pretty gun but it did not shoot often. He counted...two, two shots. Not very strong enough, two ghouls hit and only one died. But that still left one, two, three more ghouls he would have to take down on his own. That was not as much as he had killed before but more than he liked to face on his own. There was laser man but he did not always kill them and could not shoot often. The third shot meant he had reloaded, and the grazed ghouls stumbled a little earlier than he had wanted it to. The fist he was sending for an uppercut his the ghoul flat in the face, his fingers not prepared enough for the contact, his knuckles cracked and his arm went dazed from the unexpected moment. The ghouls skull split open while it flipped over backwards, knocking the last two stumbling slightly. They were not very smart, not as smart as him anyway, not as strong either. And the ghouls friends saw this, and they were mad about this. He could hear them behind him, he could hear them getting louder, getting angry. Almost like a breath behind him in noise, a loud crash made him turn at the last second, a ghoul crashing into him and sending him falling over backwards. He got his knee under him and sent it straight over as the first two ghouls just started back at him. They all went stumbling again as three more landed next to him, the last two ghouls were about to jump, backing up and roaring. But he could not let all of them come over, there were too many already. He got himself up steadily as the ghouls circling behind him, seven ghouls now, which was bad, he might not be the best at speed or smarts but he could hear as well as anyone. Both arms snapping out as he heard the roars getting closer, a fist smashing into the faces of both jumping hollows, their jump halted and fell screaming into the gap between the buildings. The remaining hollows eyed him, waiting for him to make a move. "Friend?" he whispered, forgetting the man could not hear him, almost talking to himself and wondering if the man was really his friend, and if he was, why he was not shooting. "Friend? Laser time!" he bellowed, the ghouls charging at him, if the man shot, they would charge after he shot, if not then just after he bellowed. He charged to meet them. His rock knuckles would probably need to be repaired or cleaned after this, they already had bits of rotting flesh stuck between them. |
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| Dwight | Nov 27 2016, 05:21 PM Post #6 |
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Vault dweller
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Dwight watched as the action unfolded, and braced his rifle as ghouls began flooding over from the adjoining roof and he began scoping out a shot, as he saw the large amount of ghouls on the roof Dwight considered running, but realized that the ghoul’s would soon chase after him if the man on the other roof died… Dwight was snapped out of his consideration when the man yelled at him, Dwight a little embarrassed that he missed began lining a shot up on a ghoul. He settled his sights on a ghoul’s head and let his breath escape him, crack the rifle sounded its firing as the ghoul he aimed for fell to the ground having been killed instantly. The hunter knew he had to follow up immediately, swinging his aim towards the ghoul next to the first one he shot, Dwight fired again, and again he hit his target, this time squarely in the chest killing it. “Give me four seconds” he shouted reloading the rifle quickly, the cells dropped from the rifle joining their friends and the floor. Dwight resumed covering the man, he trained his sights on another ghoul and fired, the shot hit the ghoul in it abdomen killing it. Dwight swung his rifle towards another ghoul and fired. Crack, pop, fizzle the shot hit the ghoul in its shoulder, but that wasn’t what Dwight noticed, what he did notice was the waft of smoke coming from the rifles beam emitter. “Shit shit shit” Dwight muttered pulling the rifle back, quickly examining it he realized it wasn’t something he could fix without some scrap. “HEY PAL MY GUN’S OUT OF COMISSION I’LL TRY AND GET IT WORKING AGAIN FAST” the sniper shouted at the top of his lungs. The man began field stripping the rifle to get to the effected parts. |
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| TonyTheFish | Nov 28 2016, 02:52 PM Post #7 |
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Wastelander
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Enough was enough. The laser was pretty but he could not completely trust it to not kill him like it was to the ghouls. There were only um, some left now. He could not count them this close with this much going on, and that scared him. He liked kind of being in control, he did not like being scared because being scared could make him angry, and he did dangerous stuff when he was angry. He swiped for another ghoul, it darted around his arm and slashed him in the face, scratching his cheek and drawing a little blood. He hissed and recoiled, flailing his arms and catching it in the face, sending it flying backwards by accident. Before he knew it the ghoul was back in his face with the others, barely keeping them in check, frustration building as they kept swiping too fast for him. They were learning now, keeping out of his reach and moving too quickly for him to land a solid hit. Every punch was met with thin air, every swipe met with a hand raking his arm, drawing more blood until he could not take it anymore. He roared back at them with all of his body, one of them darting for his face, he did not bother dodging it, just let it hit his face and heard the fist break on impact. His roar continued and finished on a rush. He smashed into all of them, grabbing them in a bear hug all the way to the back wall. Arms opening at the last second, he slammed all of them with his entire body, crushing their heads with his upper arm and chest mass. Blood splashed up his front, a series of sickening crunches as their forms disintegrated between him and the wall. Bones snapped through their skin, jabbing him, their forms stayed on the wall for a second after he stood backwards, then fell forwards a considerable amount thinner. He breathed fast, looking down at them, trying to get his emotions under wrap so he would have nothing left for the guy who had helped him. He stood there for a minute, then unclenched his muscles and turned, picking up his hand cannon and duster on the way and equipping them both. Brushing himself down the best he could, and frowning at the new rip at the front, he would have to fix that again later the best he could, his coat was already covered in patches. Then brushing off his gun and resting it on his shoulder, he looked up at the man and if he was still there he would yell across "Thank you friend! What is your name?" far too loudly. Loud enough to be dangerous in a city full of ghouls, it would not be surprising if his yell was met with roars from below. |
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| Dwight | Nov 29 2016, 05:43 PM Post #8 |
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Vault dweller
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The hunter tried to stay calm as he compressed the battery release on the side of the rifle, the sounds of fighting had ceased and he knew he didn’t have long before the ghouls arrived, “thank you friend! what is your name?” Dwight heard, wait the large man wasn’t dead… really now? thought the hunter. He once again got back to fixing the gun by holding the release and pushing the safe further than it was supposed to go, this, by design allowed the cover of the firing chamber to be released. The innards of the rifle didn’t look as bad as the man originally thought. He just needed to repair the casing is all, it had gotten shaken loose and a bit was badly burnt during firing. He resigned to simply banging the rounded case against the lip of the building until he was satisfied that it would no longer block the laser. The hunter was a smart man, a smart man who knew that hanging around with some big dunce who yelled loud enough to attract ghouls in a city full of ghouls, was in fact, a good way to die and so the man lifted himself from his knees and began walking towards the fire escape. He would have no more of this foolishness, once he reached the edge he stepped over the ledge and onto the steel grating of the buildings fire escape, and slowly floor by floor he went down the stairs. until he reached the ladder which took him a moment to unlatch and get down. |
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| SirGamer101 | Nov 29 2016, 08:21 PM Post #9 |
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Alrighty, you have been both asking and here it is, written by the CP himself! You can log this in your char sheets if you like as a completed mission. Right off the bat, you should add a link to your character in your signature Khal, it'd make easy access for graders and fellow roleplayer's. Onto the meat! You guys should both be caution of using proper tenses, past present etc, and in particular should take heed to proof read, mainly focusing on random lower case and capital letters. You're writing looks a lot more amateur than it really is, which is a shame. Both of you seemed to have solid grasps on imagery, and the action scenes you played out were slick and had a nice brevity, albeit missing detail in comparison to your environmental descriptions. How you two bounced and played off each others posts was something else entirely, you guys had a very dynamic ebb and flow to each other immediately, the earliest example being Dwight being face-first with the ghoul that got flung off the roof. When dealing with quotation marks, be sure to not leave them open ended. For things like ; and - you can leave them outside, while you shouldn't really leave a character sentence "hello" or something like that if they're not finishing the statement. Obviously if you use American English you should put a comma on the inside "Hello," and then when you continue your character speaking "How are you?" you can end whatever they were trying to say with a period or exclamation point. You guys were probably just in a rush and already know 100% of everything I'm saying, but I'm just nazi'ing the details of grammar just to point out the nitpicks that I could find in detail. The biology of your hand to hand combat action scenes seem a bit over the top, these are basically methhead jaws melting under your haymakers, but we can always assume that your char's intelligence means the narrative is going to be a bit fantastic. Another thing, mainly for Dwight, is kill every sentence with fire. Every time you have a comma it should be able to stand on it's own as a thought (or this is the general rule, feel free to break it), so anytime you have a long sentence like this - just break it up is all. Khal's post started to get vaguely Hemingway esque as the roleplay continued, like a budget Old Man and The Wasteland type deal. SG went over how Hoxton's last post ended really abruptly, which is strange, but didn't really foul my thoughts on the work as a whole. Almost all of your guys mistakes were grammatical, compare this first RP to most of the first RP's (including mine) from years ago and it's a world of difference. I also probably barely followed what I said in this critique while writing it, which is intensely rude of me, but regardless if you have any questions just shoot me or SG a private message. And now, *trumpet plays* the rewards! Khal's: Broken Engraved Watch- This silver watch, found in the pocket of a ghoul you scavenged, has a broken leather wristband and the words 'Lee Wilkins, 3 Forester Ct.' etched in the back. Guy might want it back, but then again, he could be dead. Pocketknife w/ belt clip- An interesting find off of a ghoul, this 6 inch knife is relatively sharp but it is old and the flipping action isn't too excellent. Could be sold for a normal or large hide, depending on who your talkin to. Dwight: 'Gloom' Lid®- A decent find in terms of lids, with the Gloom guy himself and his trusty pistol illustrated on it, this classic video game was enjoyed by many in the prewar era. (Lids can be used in the Lid Mission machine in BT for a random location or used as currency.) |
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Jon Creaver (Lvl 3) 5/8/6/3/7/7/4 Ghoul, 16, 5'4", Hoodie usually covers most of his features Creep, One-Hander (Righty), Small Frame Weapon: The Red Herring (Phazer, Custom Red-White Paint) Harpoon gun (Rusted) Attire: Blue hoodie covering Teir 1: Desert Clothes Rep: +50 BT "It is a foolish soldier who sees things as he wants them to be. One day reality hits, and his illusions fail him, and he dies stupidly. What honor is there in that?" -The Arbiter, Halo 3 | |
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