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Edit: this is 2nd edition Join us on #fromtheashes on irc! Thanks platonicsolid! So looking at a mostly blank slate to start with concerning the game world, with the whole back and forth between myself and you establishing alot of the world. This is the apocalypse though, so some aspects of it are familiar to the genre but the details are where we make them. The framework we're looking at is posting as much as able, no worries if you fall behind, with every 2-3 weeks being a "session" or so just so we can get those moves in and do a bit of cleanup from the action (or as lulls arise). The land is burnt, broken, and thick with ash. That is what we know so far. All of the playbooks are valid, and I'll only be taking one app of each, so please consider previous apps when making yours. When making your character, please answer the following questions: 1. When was the last time you felt safe? Why can't you allow yourself to feel at ease again, above all else? 2. What did you catch glimpses of in the darkness as the ash rolled in? What did it sound like? 3. What sigil is upon your forehead? Does it glow? What color is it? Looking at 4-5 characters though I would gladly take more. Playbooks so far Angel: Myrla "Doc" Fernweh, PhD - Old Kentucky Shark Quarantine: Rip - Comrade Gorbash Battlebabe: Mongoose - Ferrosol Hardholder President Dave Desoto - Ronwayne Gunlugger Nikos - Mykkel Savvyhead Bethany - Platonicsolid Driver Maverick - Liquid Communism Banana Man fucked around with this message at 17:29 on Jun 1, 2017 |
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Definitely interested; to confirm, is this for AW 2e?
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Comrade Gorbash posted:Definitely interested; to confirm, is this for AW 2e? Yup I apologize it is for 2nd
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Interest post. Is there a Discord/IRC you're on?
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Ronwayne posted:Interest post. Is there a Discord/IRC you're on? No sorry, unless I'm actively reading the forums I'm usually not on my computer due to work etc.
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Mongoose the Battle Babe Ah, so good of you to join me for this little chat. I've been looking for you for a long time. You don't recognise me do you? I didn't think so. But I remember you very well. See I grew up in a little settlement called Junction, We were nothing special just one more town eking out a living, trading with the occasional caravan we were simple folk, peaceful folk till you and your friends showed up. What were you calling yourselves then? Oh that's it the Hogwilders. Ah now I see a glimmer of recognition. So you and your friends rode into town on your hogs, cut straight through our pathetic militia and slaughtered anyone who got in your way. The rest of us were to be your playthings, your sport the rewards of a job well done. Do you remember Pigface? After he had his fun with me I waited till he fell asleep and then cut his throat with his own knife and stole his bike and fled into the ash wastes. He was my first he certainly wasn't my last. You won't be my last either. quote:1. When was the last time you felt safe? Why can't you allow yourself to feel at ease again, above all else? I haven't felt safe since that night everything and everyone I knew was gone and I was alone. But I'm tough and strong, stronger than I ever would have thought possible back then and I will never feel safe till every last one of you is rotting in the ground quote:2. What did you catch glimpses of in the darkness as the ash rolled in? What did it sound like? I still see them you know, hear them, the screams of my dead, of my family when the ash storms roll in I hear them echo in the sound and fury of the storms, hungry I think for the lives they lost the lives you and yours took from them. I can't bring them back but perhaps I can drown out their voices with your blood. quote:3. What sigil is upon your forehead? Does it glow? What color is it? See this? It was a mark given to me by one of the Old Men of the Ash Desert. A blessing for saving his life it means vengeance and it glows blood red in the presence of those I hunt, that's how I knew it had to be you. So now you've got two options you can tell me where your friends are and I can make it quick. Or you can tell me later when I've taken my time. Really? spit a waste of precious water. Thank you. I was hoping you'd take the second option... quote:Name: Mongoose Ferrosol fucked around with this message at 06:43 on Jun 15, 2017 |
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Thinking quarantine. Maybe something else if I can figure out what an old operator character concept would map to in 2e.
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I'm interested. An Angel will turn up here shortly. What's up, jerks? Welcome, one and all, to the Ragged Edge, the Ashland's one and only genuine bona fide, certified, gentrified, mortified, all-encompassing, all inclusive chop-shop and surgical boutique. Gun-shot wounds? You drill 'em, we fill 'em. Detached limbs? I've got an appliance for that. Dead? Hey, sometimes we can fix that. And if we can't, we provide discrete disposal services as a minimal charge. We've got patented blood purifiers, liver regulators, nerve-sheathers, artery sizzlers, eyeball socketers, knee untremblers, heart unstoppers, and little blue pills by the handful. We don't just keep you alive, we can make you better; you want a buzz-saw for a hand? We can do that. We also do tattoos, piercings, and ritual scars. We have whatever you need and all we require is payment up front: absolutely no refunds. I'm sure you've been burned by quacks and witchdoctors before, but you'll find none of that at Doc Fernweh's clinic. I am a licensed medical doctor. This poo poo works. What's the secret to my success? Well, Ill tell you. I've got a revolutionary cutting edge pre-Ash portable personal surgical console, designed for some Middle Eastern potentate and never delivered, on account of the end of the world. How'd I get it? gently caress you, that's how. We're talking 3-D organ printing, glowing goo injections, and poo poo I don't even know what it does because I can't read Arabic or Aramaic or whatever the gently caress that is. It's also fingerprint, retina, voice, and soul-locked, and tamper/proximity-triggered, so don't even think of trying to steal it because this golden goose is wired to blow! I wasn't born yesterday. Still don't believe me? I'll prove it. Feel my pulse. Feel it? No? That's because I don't have one. I've been technically clinically dead since Ash-day. I'm a lot older than i look, smart guy. That's how loving good my medicine is: I've got a lump of plastic for a heart, and I feel fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine. quote:Name: Myrla "Doc" Fernweh, PhD quote:1. When was the last time you felt safe? Why can't you allow yourself to feel at ease again, above all else? Why, did you hear something? Is someone after my kit? You better loving tell me if you've heard something! quote:2. What did you catch glimpses of in the darkness as the ash rolled in? What did it sound like? quote:3. What sigil is upon your forehead? Does it glow? What color is it? Old Kentucky Shark fucked around with this message at 02:11 on Jun 9, 2017 |
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Bethanyquote:1. When was the last time you felt safe? Why can't you allow yourself to feel at ease again, above all else? Ha. Hahahaha! Safe. None of us are *safe*! The only people who think they're safe are children and fools. There's your answer, when I was a child. Back in the commune...things seemed great, to a child. I was there, siblings and cousins and parents. Never really clear on all those distinctions, not that it mattered. We had this big farm, plenty of work, but good, healthy stuff to do. Sasha saw I had a knack for machines and electronics and nurtured that. She'd learned from her father and told me all the stories she'd heard, about people being able to travel in hours, talk to people across the planet like they were there. Seemed amazing, when we had to work the fields hard and fix up all the turbines and solar panels ourselves. As I got older I had a dawning sense of how hosed the world was. The commune broke up after a particularly bad ash season. I was old enough, I went my own way. I realized that was one of the least-bad things that could happen, compared to gangs or slavers or becoming a twisted monster-thing. Kevin and I travelled, town to town, trading our services for jingle or a meal and a bed. Eventually Kevin broke off to settle down with a nice boy he met in this one town. I miss him, but it's what was best for him. Me? I keep on moving, picking up things there and there about the world before. I've got this..idea, that if I fix enough turbines, build enough radio relays, I can fix all this brokenness. quote:2. What did you catch glimpses of in the darkness as the ash rolled in? What did it sound like? The ash storms sound like scremaing in my mind as they come in. Of the old world? Of the victims of the new one? Sometimes I think I see figures. I've tried to capture them on film, not that it's ever worked. quote:3. What sigil is upon your forehead? Does it glow? What color is it? Sigil? Nice way to put it. It's a scar, really. It's this red blotch from when I took an electrical explosion right in the face. I'd been working with Kevin on this old electrical converter. I was right down in the works and something overloaded and arced. Wrecked the converted and sent shrapnel everywhere, one piece of which landed smack in my forehead. I'm lucky I didn't loose an eye. That's why I'm super picky about using protection. Now put your drat facemask on. Bethany posted:Bethany, the Savvyhead Platonicsolid fucked around with this message at 03:00 on May 31, 2017 |
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President Dave DeSoto, family man. ~Welcome to Sandy Flats, a great place to raise a family. One day you're minding your business as the Ash devours everything while you're spending some quality time burrowing through a bank vault door, and the next, you're staring down the barrel of some crazed fellow wealth liberation expert pissed that you're stepping in her territory. I hate to be sappy, but as I stared up at the 10 gauge barrel, multicolored hair and crazed eyes that suggested some serious daddy issues, I knew she was the one. Kids really do change you, and there's only so long someone can spend wandering the ashlands taking what they want before you settle down are are put down. Call me a sucker for the classics, but when we found a mostly intact suburb, I knew we had arrived and told the gang they were putting down roots. Its been while now but we've started to build something that looks like a future. So yeah, I've got the family, the money, the territory and the guns to protect them with. I'm living the post-apcoalyptic dream here, and god help anything that stands between me and them. quote:1. When was the last time you felt safe? Why can't you allow yourself to feel at ease again, above all else? Well, it was less "safe" and more "didn't care whether I lived or died". When you're living for yourself, and aren't particularly concerned with your demise, that's a sort of peace that very few things can shatter. Things like having kids, for instance. I haven't really gotten a solid night of sleep in years, and that's only partially because of the screaming voices just on the edge of hearing. quote:2. What did you catch glimpses of in the darkness as the ash rolled in? What did it sound like? The sound of fifty police sirens going silent. That job before i met the missus got really dicey, what with the hostages and SWAT and all. Whoda thunk the end of the world would save your butt? I was less keen about the roaring and what sounded like an entire zoo on fire combined with the pigs outside screaming and then silence. I refuse to think about what I found left of the driver in the get away van. quote:3. What sigil is upon your forehead? Does it glow? What color is it? "Sigil" is generous, that's the cut the misses gave me the first time we met after I knocked her shotty aside and she went for her boot knife. She later told me it was poisoned and should've killed me. I think that was a compliment? Anywhoo, drat thing never healed right and its not even a cool facial scar like one over your eye or anything. I wouldn't call it glowing, it just kinda...oozes, its color shifts between "pinkish red" and "horrifying bird poo poo yellow". poo poo just looks gross, that's just one reason I wear a helmet at all times outside. quote:Name: President Dave The Republic of Sandy Flats posted:-75-150 souls. Ronwayne fucked around with this message at 08:11 on May 30, 2017 |
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It’s always the same since the ash came in. Sure the names and places change. I walk into some shitshow being run by a pumped up megalomaniac or a sociopath. I just want something to cool my thirst. Food that doesn’t taste of tin or plastic. Maybe something soft to lay next to for a few days. And to be left alone. Sometimes, it’s the Mayor of Dungville, sometimes it’s his squeeze. Sometimes it the smart dweeb that’s managed to ferment something. Anyways, they beg me to help them. At first I just ignore it, but eventually the pay is too good, or the squeeze is too hot, or the juice reminds me of the stuff with the pretty labels. And I say yes. And then sometime later, there is a mess, and I’m still standing. And whatever needed doing is done. But they don’t want nothing to do with me now. And I have to move on. So here you are asking questions, looks like I’ll be leaving soon. quote:1. When was the last time you felt safe? Why can't you allow yourself to feel at ease again, above all else? Safe? I barely remember safe. There was a woman. Sheila. She took care of us. Fed us, taught us how to defend ourselves. Pretty woman. She was nice. I saw the inside of her guts when the hold was attacked. I was on the other side of the river when they came. Could only run to the weapon stash, grabbed what I could and didn’t look back. quote:2. What did you catch glimpses of in the darkness as the ash rolled in? What did it sound like? I caught glimpses of a beast with claws dripping with venom, wings that beat against the ground. And I heard the fury of a billion people dying. quote:3. What sigil is upon your forehead? Does it glow? What color is it? Been a long time since I looked at a mirror. I hate seeing that black mark of a raven above my eyes. Yeah, I’ve been told it has an orange glow when I’m deep in it, when the poo poo has not only hit, but it’s up to my waist, and I don’t even remember changing mags. Wish I knew what it means, or when I got it. quote:
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I'm thinking of either a Chopper or Maestro d'. This space will have one of those!
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As a side note once the app has been completed please post reflecting that so I can get to the question makin for them
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Rip the Quarantine [SAFEHOLD 013 || Time Since Operation Start: ERROR || Time Since Mission Start: T+933786s] [Priority Report: Reconnaissance Initial Patrol - Specialist CHEN, ALEX M.] Something has gone badly wrong. I do not know how long it has been since the Event. Protocol was to remain in stasis for a minimum of 100 years, at which point the RIP would assess the environment and determine whether to initiate CATALYST. But something has corrupted the Archive. Operational time has been lost; T=0 of the current mission began when I was awakened. Worse, there are significant gaps in my memory. The planners accounted for initial disorientation, but it has persisted far past what was planned for. Specialist Jackson was awakened before me. I do not know how long. She is not in the Safehold. Her equipment is gone. I have found no other trace of her. No messages. Nothing. I cannot currently awaken other members of my team. Medlab is online, and I have access to my equipment. While attempting to locate Jackson and determine the current year, I have made a number of forays into the local region. The area is a wasteland. The effects of the Event are clearly in evidence - though I do not remember what the Event was. On my last two excursions I discovered evidence of nearby inhabitation by survivors. They appear to have split into hostile factions. Unfortunately I was obligated to use force when one faction attempted to interfere with my activities. They appear to have been aware of me before I was aware of them, given the ambush. I tracked the attackers back to their base and pacified it. Statements made by a survivor of the encounter indicate they knew me as the Rip, apparently based on my unit patch. The survivor subsequently expired due to his wounds. I took what little I determined to be of use and brought it back to the Safehold. On my next excursion, I found the base entirely stripped. I believe there may be a settlement relatively nearby. In order to restore the Safehold to full functionality, I need more information and resources. As such, I will attempt to make peaceful contact with the survivors.This will require extended time away from the Safehold. If possible I will update this record on subsequent returns. If you are reading this and I am not present, I hope that it will aid you in continuing our mission. [Report Ends] ----------------------------------------------------- 1. When was the last time you felt safe? Why can't you allow yourself to feel at ease again, above all else? I do not remember. I know there was a time I did feel safe. It must have been before the Event. But the details remain out of reach. For now, the mission takes priority over everything else. Clearly something has gone wrong. I cannot rest easy until I find out what, and correct it. 2. What did you catch glimpses of in the darkness as the ash rolled in? What did it sound like? While returning from my last scouting excursion, I was caught in an ash storm. Visibility shrunk to nothing. I was only able to make my way back due to the Safehold beacon. In the storm, I thought I saw movement. Something large, organic. Several of them. Initially I thought possible survivors, but they were too large, their proportions wrong. I saw only a silhouette, a darker shadow in the blackness. Something tall, with thin limbs, moving in an inhuman fashion. And then I hard them, through the storm. Not speech. A kind of growl or moan. Unsettling. I realized they were surrounding me, driving me into a net. Tactics. I was able to evade the trap, though barely. I nearly went over a cliff edge in the darkness, but appeared to have lost them. I attempted to review my suit recording later. There was a gap, from the time I encountered the storm to the time I entered the Safehold, in which nothing was recorded. 3. What sigil is upon your forehead? Does it glow? What color is it? I do not know of what you speak. Playbook posted:Name: Rip (Specialist CHEN, ALEX M.)
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Okay, my app's done.
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Mine is ready to go.
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Awesome, both the apps look great. I'll add a thing to the OP showing we have those playbooks filled.
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Myrla, who had the surgical console before you? Did you have to steal it, or was it given to you? Who gave Biggles that nasty scar across his face, and what for? How many crows does Che have? How'd he feel when you all had to eat some when already tough times got tougher? Which Warlord can count on you in a pinch if they need someone to staple body parts back together? Which Warlord almost killed Che, and why? If you got hurt bad, is Biggles smart enough to know that he'd gently caress you up trying to fix you? What's the longest you've seen someone go that's died but got stuck in their body go for before falling apart, and do you show any signs of the Ash Rot? Who put that alert in your forehead? Rip, what does SAFEHOLD 013 look like on the inside? What does it smell like? What was the air like when you first emerged from it, and how treacherous was it to get into and out of? Which defenses nearly killed you? How many missions did the computer say you ran with Specialist Tammy Jackson, and why don't you trust the records? When you examined the Medlab, what was missing, and how much dried blood was still clinging to the walls? What type of residue did the shadows in the ash storm leave, and how strong was the odor? What sort of trophies did the hostile settlement collect in their "homes", and why did you not take them back with you? Based on scans, what's the worst part in your opinion about the landscape you have to travel through if you needed to head to that next nearest settlement?
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My app is done.
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Looks awesome Mongoose, who led the Hogwilders? You saw him, not too long ago..how did he get away, right when you had the chance to gut him? What did his bike sound like? How many Hogwilders have you killed, and how many more do you got? Tell me about a time a revenge attempt went against you, and what the ex-Wilder took from you. Who was Pigface's brother? Who did you save the Old Man from, and what was his (the Old Man of the Ash Desert's) name? Do you know if he's still alive?
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Done. I know the chronology of my app suggests a relatively short time between the apocalypse and now. Let me know if this messes with yours or anyone else's backstory and I'll change it.
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App is done.
Mykkel fucked around with this message at 14:48 on May 30, 2017 |
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Both of those look great. Ronwayne it's good the way it's written, i will take it into account with the questions
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Banana Man posted:Myrla, who had the surgical console before you? Did you have to steal it, or was it given to you? Who gave Biggles that nasty scar across his face, and what for? I wasn't lying about being a real doctor; that ain't just part of the hustle. I was a resident at Our Lady of Peace on the day the Ash fell. The thing most people don't know about hospitals is, they've got enough supplies in them for a couple few days, max. Stuff in common usage, they keep less than twelve hours worth of stock for. And that's at normal patient capacity. On Ash-day, we hit that in the first fifteen minutes. By the next morning, we were using the parking lot to do triage and rubbing whiskey into wounds. And it's not like anyone was running deliveries. So at that point some of us set out to do a supply run, since we knew where the nearest Pharmacorp facility was. Unfortunately, we weren't the only ones to have that idea; the place was a warzone, a real looter's hellhole. That's when my life really went to poo poo; not the day of, but the day after. I think Biggles was there. I think he was a nurse. There's a lot about the old days I don't remember, because I'm pretty sure I cut those memories out with a knife -- I've got a transorbital scar to prove it-- but I remember him and me loading the med-unit into the back of a Volkswagen, and hauling rear end on two flats in a hail of gunfire. That's when I got shot, and died the first time. Man, that surgical console is a real piece of miracle-work; it got me through a self-administered heart surgery. I don't remember why we didn't go back to the hospital, on account of me being dead for a long time. I know I tried to find it a few years later, and it was burned down. gently caress it. Worse things happened all over. quote:How many crows does Che have? How'd he feel when you all had to eat some when already tough times got tougher? The creepy part isn't how Che cries when he breaks their little necks. The creepy part is, he makes sure to feed a tiny piece to each of the remaining crows. Y'know; so it'll live on inside them. I would not go near those loving crows if I were you. quote:Which Warlord can count on you in a pinch if they need someone to staple body parts back together? Which Warlord almost killed Che, and why? If there's a warlord I hate, it's Generalissimo Geronimo Gigagante. He's the leader of a bunch of roided-out biker-boy freaks sitting up on a butte to the east. He and his swole-boys take what they want from anyone that tries to get past them, or else they let loose boulders down into the valley and smash poo poo up. He tried to shoot Che when one of the crows shat on his ride. As if birds can help where they poo poo? As if everything around here wasn't covered in poo poo already? I told him anyone who hurt one of mine, that fucker and his family and their family and their loving livestock get no more medicine, forever. Not even steroids. That shut him up, for a while, anyway. quote:If you got hurt bad, is Biggles smart enough to know that he'd gently caress you up trying to fix you? Listen, if I get hurt and he kills me, make sure I'm cremated, okay? quote:What's the longest you've seen someone go that's died but got stuck in their body go for before falling apart, and do you show any signs of the Ash Rot? And no I don't have Ash Rot. Don't be gross. I always use protection. quote:Who put that alert in your forehead? Old Kentucky Shark fucked around with this message at 00:31 on May 31, 2017 |
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Alright, I'm in!
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Looks great I will get some questions up for the newer apps in a few hours.
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President Dave DeSoto, what was the getaway driver's name? Why had you begrudgingly taken him along for the job? What was the last thing you remember him saying to you? What was left behind from the bodies that were caught in the ash, something in common that you kept seeing as you crawled out of there? What's your wife's name? Kid(s)' names? Has your wife ever let you down? How many enemies does she have? How many enemies do you have? Tell me about a time when an Ash Storm rolled through Sandy Flats and how it saved your rear end (again)...and tell me about those that died that night. When did you know Sandy Flats was going to be a reality, a haven, rather than a pipedream...what was the turning point? Also, I'm gonna need a map. Gimme a couple of extra things a bit aways from Sandy Flats on it too (MS Paint works or however fancy you'd like to do it). Nikos, why were you on the other side of the river when they came (when Sheila died)? What did she say to you last? Do you have something from her? Tell me about the time the raven got you into some poo poo, and who you had to kill that night. Tell me about the warlord that you've had to kill plenty, but somehow he keeps coming back out of the Ash. What do you do when you wake up screaming with the visions of the monstrous wings blotting out the light? What's the best food you've ever tasted? Give me a map of the place where Sheila died, as fancy as you'd like to make it. Bethany, who was your favorite sibling? When was the last time you saw them? Tell me about the toughest cat in the commune. What did Sasha tell you had happened to her father? What was the best season like at the commune? Which of your friends went missing with that last bad season...and what did he look like when you found him? Tell me about the town Kevin moved too, and a time where you helped him out some years later when you ran into him not far from there. When the Ash storms roll in, who's faces do you see? When you tried to capture the figures on film, what ends up on it? Myrla, when you went back to the burned down hospital, who did you find and try to save? How long ago did Che join you as an assistant, and why did you almost have to kill him first? What's the worst thing you've seen Genghis Katya do to someone, and why did she forbid you to help them? Is there someone among her people that hates you? How long did it take you to save Gigagante when he got in the way of one of his gang's boulders? What did he keep taunting you with through the surgery? Why are you so bound to your oath after everything you've seen? When was the closest you came to breaking it? Why does Salinksy's smell so terrible? What is Pale Joe's favorite drink? What's the only song he can get right on the piano now?
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Maverick, The Driver You know, this place used to have fine, straight roads, far as the eye can see. Thousands of miles of sweet asphalt for the wheels to devour. Ain't fuckin' like that no more. Those crazy assholes in their high houses burnt the world with their pride, and left us to scrabble in the ruins of what was once glory. Is what it is. Gas and powder still burn, and what's left of humanity still needs things moved, so I still got work. I've been up and down these wastes behind the wheel, and seen some poo poo that would turn your hair white along the way, but it sure beats rotting in the ground. quote:1. When was the last time you felt safe? Why can't you allow yourself to feel at ease again, above all else? God, must be five years ago now. I'd found this little place in Colorado callin' itself the Station, buncha college kids founded it after the Ash started to fall and they were stranded. Nice folks, I stuck around for near a year fixing up tractors and the like in exchange for food and a roof. Woke up one night to screams and smoke. Seems a bunch of raiders from out west decided they'd be easy pickings. They'd already rounded up the farmers and started havin' their fun, must've missed me since I was sleepin' in the garage. Wasn't poo poo me and my wheelgun were gonna be able to do against a couple dozen crazy assholes, so I got in the car and lit out of there like my rear end was on fire. Figured if some of them followed me, they might forget about the others, or at least that's what I tell myself so I can sleep at night. They chased me drat near two hundred miles, 'til the tank ran dry and they caught up. Never gonna get that careless again. Good people died, and if it wasn't for luck I woulda been right there with 'em. This ain't the Old World, we can't be careless. Nothin' good stays if we ain't willing to pay in blood. quote:2. What did you catch glimpses of in the darkness as the ash rolled in? What did it sound like? I was in a pit under a car when the world burned. Only thing that kept me alive, probably. First job outta high school, apprenticed under a old master mechanic in a shithole little west Texas town. Pay was poo poo, but it kept me in booze and smokes, so it beat flippin' burgers. That sound'll haunt me to the day I die, though. Not just people screamin', but the -sky- screaming along with them... I woke up in the bottom of the pit, covered in oil, to a soft and silent world, but that scream ain't ever faded. quote:3. What sigil is upon your forehead? Does it glow? What color is it? I don't rightly know what the gently caress is up with that. I mean, the brand, I get. That bull's head was on the steering wheel of my favorite ride, and when those raider fucks ran me down around the old Arizona line, they thought it'd be good fun to brand me with it to remember 'em by before they stole my car left and me in the desert. As to the glow, well, I did this crazy shaman chick callin' herself Stormcrow a favor a couple years back, and in exchange she got me high as hell and tattooed around it. Now it starts burnin' orange around the edges when the poo poo starts to get really weird. quote:The Driver Liquid Communism fucked around with this message at 09:44 on May 31, 2017 |
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quote:why were you on the other side of the river when they came (when Sheila died)? So this was early on, right. when food still had fur and only 4 legs, and wandered loose. We had traps set. Sheila had taught me how to check and reset them. Food had gotten pretty scarce so we had started putting traps on the other side of the river, even though I was the only one that could swim. quote:What did she say to you last? Do you have something from her? Last thing she said to me? Last thing she said to me alive? Probably be careful shithead, you get yourself hurt over there, and I'll kill you from this side. Yeah, I still have something of sheila's, the first knife she gave me. Nothing special, says Smith & Wesson HRT on the blade, guess that was the smith that made it. Keep it in my boot, fits like it was designed for it. quote:Tell me about the time the raven got you into some poo poo, and who you had to kill that night. I remember I had a gig, steal some fruit for some fatass warlord, Twenty-three he was called on account of this red and black shirt he wore. Anyways, Twenty-three was going to split the sack of oranges with me. You ever had an orange? My mouth is watering right now remembering. So I'm to steal the sack of oranges from some dork thinks he can talk to Thor. Well Twenty-three failed to mention that Dork had fallen in with some bikers. So I jump a wall expecting some dork and a sack of oranges. I was not expecting the 20 heavily armed bikers having what they consider fun. We had that moment right, when they was looking at me, and I was looking between them, the oranges, and what was probably a pretty lady 3 hours ago. And time froze. Now a bright man, he would a jumped right back over that wall, and told Twenty-three that the dork already ate the oranges. But, I've never been the brightest man. And the lady looks at me, and Shiela says, "Thank you Odin for sending Nikos." And then she falls limp to the ground. and now I"m pressing down the trigger, gently caress trigger discipline, and running into the gang. And three of four of these fuckers are dead, and some tall fucker is shooting at me with his fancy shotgun, and now I"m clubbing a guy with a blue lightning bolt on his cheek with the butt of my rifle. Then I"m standing over the lady, and half the bikers are down, and gently caress did I shove a pistol in that one's eye? and I think I've been hit, not really sure if that's my blood or theirs. and she's over my shoulder, and the oranges are hanging from my belt. Door is that way, no worries. And I'm kicking the last one between me and the door in the face. and then I'm running into the night, and a it starts thundering and actual rain comes down. and I can't see nothing, and then I can't hear the bikes no more. and I hunker down, and yeah I've got a few cuts and bruises, think I broke a finger on someone's face. I'll live. but the lady with Sheila's voice. She's dead. Anyways, I didn't split those oranges with Twenty-three. I ate them all. quote:Tell me about the warlord that you've had to kill plenty, but somehow he keeps coming back out of the Ash. Remember the tall fucker with the blue lightning bolt on his cheek? Calls himself Zeus. Rides a blacked out hog. When I put a rifle butt to someone's face, they don't usually get back up. But Zeus did. And get this, his face still looks okay. I remember seeing plenty of teeth come out that night, but I've seen him smile since with a full set. Who has full set of teeth these days? So anyways Zeus has set himself up in a sweet little hold over to the north. He and his band rove around killing, and looting, and what not. I've shot him off that bike twice. Once I missed him, hit the bike, watched him tumble on fire. Last time I saw him, I put a shotgun blast square in his chest. Haven't seen him since, but I know he's out there, and he'll come back. quote:What do you do when you wake up screaming with the visions of the monstrous wings blotting out the light? Try to keep the whimpering quiet, and the piss inside me, that's what. And then I stoke the fire, and put my back against something hard and wait until the sun rises. Can't sleep after those dreams. quote:What's the best food you've ever tasted? I met this guy Paulo. He had managed to keep some chickens alive, and bred them. I had an honest to god chicken leg. He had roasted it on the fire, but had smeared something on the skin before roasting made it smell sweet, but it tasted spicy. I really liked that. Paulo still cooks for Twenty-three I think. Back that way, about 20 day walk for me, you wouldn't make it. quote:Give me a map of the place where Sheila died, as fancy as you'd like to make it.
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# ? May 31, 2017 15:12 |
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Good app Liquid Communism. Maverick, what's the worst thing you've seen out in the wastes when you know death is just around the corner if you linger? How much much worse is the stuff you've heard about out there? Tell me about the time you got stranded in the Ash Storm, and how close you came to losing it. Who were the raiders that came to the Station? Who from the Station begged you to take them with you, and why didn't you? When you came out of that pit, right after the first Ash fell, who's body did you come across first, and what did it look like? What was the guy's name that branded you? How long has it been since you last saw Stormcrow, and what favor did you do for her? Nikos, what was the weirdest thing you caught in the traps, and did you eat it? What grabbed at your legs in that river? Tell me about a time that that knife saved your life. Why do you keep doing gigs for Twenty Three, knowing half the time they go to poo poo, or are poo poo from the beginning? What's Zeus's gang called? What did you find on him last time you put him down? Tell me about a time you had to step in for Paulo, and a time where he helped keep you alive. Why don't you think most people would make it the way you came from Twenty Three's territory? What about that walk scares the poo poo out of you? One Tall Fellow, were you still thinking of apping to the game? No rush, just checking. Banana Man fucked around with this message at 21:22 on May 31, 2017 |
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quote:what was the weirdest thing you caught in the traps, and did you eat it? one like it since. Yeah we ate it. Apply enough fire and drat near anything is edible. Tasted like those not-deads smell though. quote:What grabbed at your legs in that river? pretty sure it was a gator's tail. Least, I'd seen a gator in the river a time or two. quote:Tell me about a time that that knife saved your life. Got caught in a tub with one of Red Tom's girls once. Here I am enjoying her bathing me all innocent like. Thing was, she didn't tell me Red Tom was reserving her for a special customer. Should a known I was being played. But it had been a long time since I'd had a proper bath. So anyways I'm relaxing in this water when Red Tom comes through the door and drat near shaves me with this machete he carries hollering about costing him jingle. And I roll out the tub, and grab the only thing near the tub, my boot. Now Red Tom he just grins, cuz he doesn't know me, or my knife. So he comes in swinging up high, like I'm some lump a meat that will just let him carve me in two. So I wait til he commits, then pull the knife from the boot, and slice him low, you know. Well, he drops that machete to grab at his now bleeding nethers and I grab my poo poo and run east. Went back a few months later, paid him for the girls time with 2 bottles of hard cider I got from a gig. quote:Why do you keep doing gigs for Twenty Three, knowing half the time they go to poo poo, or are poo poo from the beginning? Damned if I know. Every time, I swear it will be the last time. But he's always already partially right. I mean the lady did have a bag of oranges. quote:What's Zeus's gang called? What did you find on him last time you put him down? Bloodhoundz. Oh yeah, he had this silver chain I'm wearing. It had tiny rat skull on it, but I tossed that. quote:Tell me about a time you had to step in for Paulo, and a time where he helped keep you alive. Paulo, he promises a lot of people more than he can do, ya know. So one time he was supposed to be cooking some meat for Twenty-Three, but had promised Sweet Sally some sort of butter roll. And he couldn't do both at once, right? So I handled the meat for him. Just kept rotating the spit, and putting on the sauce like he told me. Twenty-three was happy, and Paulo, he got a new shirt from Sweet Sally. One time, Zeus came in while Twenty-three was out, and I was still busted up from the last tangle I had with raiders. Paulo hid me in this little cellar he stores his supplies in. Zeus was standing about a foot above me, couldn't breathe until I heard the bikes roar away. Mykkel fucked around with this message at 00:00 on Jun 1, 2017 |
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quote:Bethany, who was your favorite sibling? When was the last time you saw them? Man, favorite? We did tend to collect into cliques, like kids do. Bianca and I were nearly the same age, so tight like sisters. We shared a room for a good long while, and so then lots of other things, clothes, interests. She was my mirror in a lot of ways, not good with machines but excellent with plants, learned a lot from Father Jacob and Father Orin about soils and sunlight and all that good stuff. Last I saw her, she was with Isaac and their newborn, heading East to Karburgh, a little trading town, after the commune collapsed. Haven't made it that far myself, but I'd love to see her. quote:Tell me about the toughest cat in the commune. I like to think we could all have handled ourselves. All of us got taught how to use a gun, when we were old enough. Toughest I'd probably give to Mike. He was this tall, lanky guy, flame red hair and beard, and could wrestle the heck out of all comers - all at once, most of the time! Best part was, he taught us a lot, and after it was all over, would clap us on the back and get us a drink. quote:What did Sasha tell you had happened to her father? Well like I said, the commune generally didn't tell people who their parents were - it was part of the point, that we were all responsible for each other. Sometimes you could sort of tell, or guess, based on hair or eyes. Sasha had red hair, and nobody old enough to be a parent of hers did...so she was always convinced her father had run off to become a hero of the wastes. I mean, really? Those were just stories, and she was an *adult*. But no, she was convinced she remember him leaving when she was a kid, coming to her in the middle of the night and telling her he loved her and had to go for the good of everybody. I finally stopped arguing with her about it....I mean, what harm does it really do to believe? It's a nice story. quote:What was the best season like at the commune? In the best seasons, the ash storms were light, or never came at all. Those made for great harvests, plenty of food in our belly, we could raise more sheep and chickens and trade with some of the nearby towns for things we couldn't make, be they cloth or parts or special things like books. It was hard work - we had to take advantage of the good fortune while it lasted - but we had such a harvest from it, we could enjoy ourselves, not just worry about surviving. quote:Which of your friends went missing with that last bad season...and what did he look like when you found him? I...I don't like to talk about it. Really? I...fine. It was Matt, a year or so younger than I was. He'd always had this energy about him, a willingness to try anything, and as we became adosclents, nature took over. That last year, though...rough for everybody, especially him. Energy he had, but resilient he wasn't. As the commune broke up, he went with a couple of the adults to head North towards a settlment we traded with sometimes. I only learned the full story years later. Within a year of them arriving, the town got hit by a gang, raiders, the most twisted kind. When I finally found Matt he...wasn't what he'd been before. Somebody had killed off the gang and must have missed him, but they'd....they'd been cutting pieces off him, using him as... ...I like to think he recognized me, and I gave him some comfort before the end. quote:Tell me about the town Kevin moved too, and a time where you helped him out some years later when you ran into him not far from there. Little place called Clearhaven, maybe two hundred, two-fifty west of the Commune, towards the mountains. It sits in this beautiful little valley, which helps protect it from the worst of the ash storms. Some of the stone buildings still stand, a church, a post office, a few commercial buildings, and then a number of blocks with new wood structures, and a bunch of other parts of town turned into fields, separated by the remains of old roads. It was...nice. Quiet, friendly, no more than a couple hundred people in what had before been a town of maybe ten thousand? Kevin was tired, he said, and in love, and between the two I wasn't going to drag him along with me. Two, three years later, I was on my way back down from the mountains along a different pass, through Patch. Patch had one thing going for it, a reliable water source, which they quote:When the Ash storms roll in, who's faces do you see? When you tried to capture the figures on film, what ends up on it? Kevin. Matt. Sasha. It's as if the storm carries in the faces of all the people who've left - who I've left. But whenever I get it on film, it's just a continous swirl of ash. It must be all in my head. Right? Platonicsolid fucked around with this message at 14:53 on Jun 1, 2017 |
# ? May 31, 2017 22:28 |
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Banana Man posted:Maverick, what's the worst thing you've seen out in the wastes when you know death is just around the corner if you linger? That ain't a story I like to tell sober. Suffice it to say that there's times and places you just grit your teeth, put the pedal to the firewall, and hope like hell you die on impact if the car gives out. The worst thing is, it ain't the unnatural poo poo that came with the Ash that's worst. It's the poo poo people do to other people when they stop thinking of 'em as people, and start thinking of 'em as objects instead. Banana Man posted:How much much worse is the stuff you've heard about out there? Everybody hears the stories, but the ones that really stick with me come from people I trust. Last time I did a run for Stormcrow, she told me a story about somethin' she came across last year that made my skin crawl. She was down in the salt swamps north of what used to be N'arleans, some kin of hers called her down because they needed a brainer they could trust. She got down there and they bring this kid in to see here, couldn't be more than fifteen years old, skinny as a rail and scared half to death. Once she got him calmed down, he told her one hell of a story. Something, he said, was chasin' him. Stormy was real closed-mouth about the full details, but apparently the kid lost his whole family to a fire in the middle of an Ashfall. Real rager, too, it must've started by their heater, because the kerosene tank went up and turned the place into a firestorm. Miracle that he made it out. He went to live with the neighbors while things settled out, but that didn't last. A couple nights after the fire, the whole place wakes up to the kid screamin' bloody murder about somebody outside his window. 'Bout the time they found a pair of charred spots on the windowsill his welcome wore out, and he'd been runnin' since. Said he saw what was followin' a time or two if he looked back when the Ash fell, like a robed woman made of Ash, all lit from the inside like the fire. He was freakin' out real bad by the time she got that outa him, so Stormy said she put him under to let him sleep it off while she got transport arranged to get him the hell outta Dodge. Too late, though. Couple days later they found his window open and nothin' but cold ashes in his bed. Freaky as hell, right? That ain't even the part that fucks with me. She went out to the town he came from on her way back west. Same day he vanished outta bed, some scavengers on that old homesite found a charred kid's skeleton in the rubble, right next to the old fuel tank, and a half-melted old Zippo next to its hand. Banana Man posted:Tell me about the time you got stranded in the Ash Storm, and how close you came to losing it. One of my first jobs after Colorado, 'fore I got a new ride of my own, I was working tandem on a run from Reno to Vegas with a guy who went by Padre. Real religious guy, could quote the Good Book cover to cover, and had this beautiful old truck all gussied up like a rollin' shrine. I'm a skeptic myself, but he was the only one who'd take the direct run instead of shippin' through Lost Angels and the pay was good, so I signed on. We got along fine on the run out. No problems, hit Reno before dawn. They farmed some of that area before the Ash, but it's all back to nature now, just scrub, sand, and rock for hundreds of miles. Worst trouble was stayin' awake, since the Padre liked to preach. The run back south, though... Well, we were tryin' to push it. It's a 14 hour run, mostly on what used to be US-95. There was some've that creepy green-yellow lightning over the Sierras when we lit out of Reno, but we were haulin' some crates for some Vegas big-wig and he was offerin' a bonus for quick delivery. Made it six hours down the road before the Ash started coming down. Got real quiet in the cab at that point. We both knew better than to be out in the desert alone with a storm rolling in, but there was nothing for it but to drive on. Another hour down the road and the storm was picking up, with static was crackling and moaning out of the CB radio. We pushed through the grey darkness all the way to the dog-leg at Lone Mountain before it got real bad. The lightning was picking up, and with every flare the electrics in that old truck would flicker like a brownout. Finally one bolt too many got close, and the engine chugged to a halt, leaving us to coast to a stop. Wasn't neither of us going out in the storm to see what was wrong. We set in that truck for what felt like an eternity, trying not to listen too close to the whisper of the Ash against the cab, to pretend it didn't sound like whispers. I yanked the speaker wire out of the CB when the crying behind the static got too loud to ignore, and we both bailed out of the cab into the makeshift 'sleeper' Padre had built into the front of the truck's box, closing the curtain so we didn't have to look out into the storm. He lit a couple candles at a makeshift little shrine and produced a rosary, muttering under his breath in Latin with his eyes glued shut while I tipped my hat forward and tried to pretend I couldn't feel the burn on my forehead like it was still raw. When the truck rocked as if a weight had pushed it, Padre just prayed harder and I eased my gun out of its holster. When something rasped its way down the side of the box like a cat's sandpaper tongue, we shared a panicked look and froze, both silently praying for whatever it was to go away as the tension increased and the sounds of the storm seemed to fade. Then the knocking started. And sounds of a little girl giggling. Padre was never right after that run, and I'd appreciate not talking about it again m'self. Banana Man posted:Who were the raiders that came to the Station? Who from the Station begged you to take them with you, and why didn't you? Didn't know at the time, but from what I've found out later it's a bunch of murderin' bastards who call themselves the Golden Horde. They're mostly bike and buggy raiders out of somewhere out west. They've got a well-hidden lair out there somewhere, good enough no posse's managed to root 'em out yet. As for who got left... well, I weren't the only one in the garage that night. I'd been teaching one of the kids with a talent for working with his hands the basics of turning a wrench, and he was bedded down out there as well. I told him we were gonna make a break for it, but he thought he could be a big drat hero and go get his kid sister. Pleaded with me to wait so he could sneak her out. Too young to know the realities of this world, I guess. I told him to get in or don't, and he made his choice. Can't say I don't regret it, though. Banana Man posted:When you came out of that pit, right after the first Ash fell, who's body did you come across first, and what did it look like? Mr. Dales, poor old bastard. He was out back having a joint for his arthritis when the sky burned. I drat near tripped over him when I staggered back outside, looked like he was laid out on his back and covered in Ash, but then the wind picked up and he just kind of... dissolved. Hope it was quick for him. Banana Man posted:What was the guy's name that branded you? Calls himself Burner, part of the Golden Horde. He was just a bike rat back then, seems to have moved up in the world since. Apparently I got lucky since they were in a hurry, seems he's a big fan of takin' his own sweet time 'playing' with captives. I ever get sight of that sick gently caress again, I'm gonna shoot him in the gut and drag him 'cross the salt flats til they turn pink. Banana Man posted:How long has it been since you last saw Stormcrow, and what favor did you do for her? drat near a year, now. Got a letter a few weeks back, though, so I know she's still kickin'. Miss her, but we ain't the kinda friends that need to see each other every day to stay friendly. As for that favor, well, her calling leads her into some weird loving places in the world. She needed a gun by her side and steady hand on the wheel to get her back out, somebody who wouldn't panic when poo poo got weird. We made it back out. A couple others didn't. Not much more to tell. Got an old picture from back then I keep on my visor, actually. Liquid Communism fucked around with this message at 14:02 on Jun 1, 2017 |
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Ronwayne posted:Interest post. Is there a Discord/IRC you're on? I've gone ahead and created #fromtheashes on synIRC for players who want to chat/collab.
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Platonicsolid posted:I've gone ahead and created #fromtheashes on synIRC for players who want to chat/collab. Thanks for setting that up, I'll try to pop in from time to time as my schedule allows.
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Banana Man posted:Rip, what does SAFEHOLD 013 look like on the inside? What does it smell like? The lower levels may be different. I only have access to the WATCHTOWER section currently. The CITADEL is dug in deeper, meant to remain in stasis for longer, to be opened only when the final phase began. The RIP was the only unit that needed to option of returning to a secure base and hibernation. WATCHTOWER is six levels. At the top is the external airlock, storage for the defense units and the Armory. Everything else is stacked below that, with Control and the Stasis chamber on the lowest level before the shaft leading to CITADEL. Banana Man posted:What was the air like when you first emerged from it, and how treacherous was it to get into and out of? Which defenses nearly killed you? The most significant hazard wasn't until I returned from my first excursion. ADU-003 attacked me. The defenses are supposed to recognize me - the... chips? ID. RFID. There are RFID in the suit, and implanted in me. IFF. It should have seen me as a friend, or at least ignored me. So I wasn't prepared when fired on me. It was clumsy, though. Not moving the way it should, not using tactics like its programmed to. I was forced to neutralize it. It was difficult to tell afterwards, but it didn't seem to be damaged beyond what I did to it. No sign of tampering. It was very worn, much more than the other ADUs. As if it had been active and outside for a very long time. I took its onboard memory, but until I can access Archives again, I won't be able to read it. Banana Man posted:How many missions did the computer say you ran with Specialist Tammy Jackson, and why don't you trust the records? Banana Man posted:When you examined the Medlab, what was missing, and how much dried blood was still clinging to the walls? One of the autodoc units and the wall behind it... were covered in something. Dried, and black. It had deteriorated too much for the analysis unit to make much of it, but its closest match was blood. A lot of it. Maybe it was Jackson, but none of the transfusion or saline stockpiles were drawn down. If it is blood, what it came from didn't survive. Banana Man posted:What type of residue did the shadows in the ash storm leave, and how strong was the odor? Banana Man posted:What sort of trophies did the hostile settlement collect in their "homes", and why did you not take them back with you? I left them because I had too many supplies to carry as it was. And... it felt... wrong to disturb them. Banana Man posted:Based on scans, what's the worst part in your opinion about the landscape you have to travel through if you needed to head to that next nearest settlement? It will be difficult. The sight lines are poor, the terrain is hard going. In addition to the jagged rock itself, a lot of fine ash has collected. Its a danger in itself, and could hide others. The chances of encountering hostiles are low, though. My armor's navigation systems should guide me through it, but it would be a maze for anyone else, one with no food or water and little shelter.
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# ? Jun 1, 2017 17:44 |
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President Dave DeSoto, what was the getaway driver's name? Why had you begrudgingly taken him along for the job? What was the last thing you remember him saying to you? Its been a long time, man, he gave me some nickname I forgot. We needed a wheelman and got a referral. Seeing people come into your life only to die suddenly was a thing for me even before the Ash hit. He screamed something over the headset that sounded like "PIGS JUST GOT ATE", but that could've been any number of things. Like I said, I've had my mind on a lot of other things since then. What was left behind from the bodies that were caught in the ash, something in common that you kept seeing as you crawled out of there? Usually its ash statues, like those Roman volcano things, sometimes its just a silhouette burned into the side of a wall, like that nuke. Sometimes there's bloody chunks everywhere. Occasionally you'll see weirder stuff but those three are the majority. What's your wife's name? Kid(s)' names? Has your wife ever let you down? Makenzie. Don't tell her but I'm still not sure how to spell it. The oldest, Annie, is 12, and I'm laying most of my hopes on her. Aiden's 7, uh, I think, and is a wee bit special, catch him talking to chunks of ash and old pieces of junk sometimes. Haylee is the baby at 3. Anywhoo, she hasn't let me down so much as...has some eccentricities that get in the way. Being the First Lady of this place means you need to put on some airs, but she gets kinda carried away when we've got supplicants at the door. Before I impressed how lame it was she was doing the Royal We and talking like a bad Ren Faire villain when addressing people, and let me tell you, people named things like Bone or Thog the Despoiler or whatever don't appreciate that. Tell me about a time when an Ash Storm rolled through Sandy Flats and how it saved your rear end (again)...and tell me about those that died that night. Okay, that one is actually a funny story. We had a bit of misunderstanding with the delegation of the hardhold over the hill and well, now there was an unusual amount of blood on the floor (as opposed to the usual amount of blood on the floor). Now, I had kept his little gang of thugs outside city limits while we talked but once they got wind of what the misses had done to their boss with a piece of rebar, well, that's when they revealed that thing with the tarp over it in the bed of a pickup was not a small crane, it was a piece of light artillery. I was about two seconds out from annihilation when the ash storm hit. When did you know Sandy Flats was going to be a reality, a haven, rather than a pipedream...what was the turning point? We had fended off another raid by the locals pouring out of the spires to the south. The ash clouds had cleared and there was a PERFECT sunset. I was putting up one of the corpses on a pike both as a warning and kind of a zen garden thing when its glass eye fell out and caught the light just right. I turned around, saw the barbwired covered bungalows and mcmansions with people going about their lives and only a few of them lying around drugged or unconscious, I know we had done good. When we got a savvyhead to get running water going I knew we were probably going to stay. Ronwayne fucked around with this message at 07:44 on Jun 6, 2017 |
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Oh I should bring it up, as it wasn't clarified...being the apocalypse sure its a messed up world, but if there's any question you don't have to worry about the possibility of coming across like charred bodies of kids and or rape or anything like that. Basically the extent of extremeness is going to be like standard fantasy/sci-fi gore monsters etc. That being said, is there anything else people would feel uncomfortable including in the game that maybe they've seen in other games or know it'd be too weird to include aside from what was mentioned above?
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Also app process will be closed on tuesday
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Tell you what if you keep buying the drinks I'll answer whatever questions you got. Banana Man posted:Mongoose, who led the Hogwilders? You saw him, not too long ago..how did he get away, right when you had the chance to gut him? What did his bike sound like? That'd be Jesse "Badger" Smith now who or what a badger is I have no idea. Some sort of legendary pre-ash creature I think like the dragon or the lions my mother used to tell me about. But I digress. Truth is I found him more or less by accident I'd been working as a caravan guard for some extra scratch and we stopped at some little village out in the middle of nowhere and guess who the village headman turned out to be? Yeah Jesse himself. Now he sure as poo poo didn't recognise me but I had no doubt who he was and the red mist descended on me. I followed him back into his hut ready to gut him where he stood but that's where I found something that surprised me. His family. Just a couple of kids and a wife I lunged for him but one of them got in the way and I.... hesitated. I should've just cut them down made him learn what it was like to see someone you love die in front of you. But I did and before I could untangle myself from them he escaped out the door and was on his bike in a flash. I can still remember the sound of it like a low growl from some feral beast. Mocking me mocking my failure as he drove off into the desert. Banana Man posted:How many Hogwilders have you killed, and how many more do you got? Tell me about a time a revenge attempt went against you, and what the ex-Wilder took from you. Who was Pigface's brother? Well from what I've been able to gather from ahem chatting with some of the former Hogwilders there were about thirty of them that day that killed my friends and my family. I've killed what twelve of them? Two of them got stabbed to death in a bar fight and one was eaten by an ash storm. Or at least that's what I was told. Supposedly all they found was his helmet with his head still inside it. So yeah that leaves what eighteen of them? Maths was never my strong suit. Woulda been seventeen if I hadn't hosed up that one kill. Got cocky see seems this guy called himself the "Turbocharger" had somehow got wind I was after him. I had this really sweet ambush spot set up in the wastes and I'd lured him there with promises of some old pre-ash garage that was untouched. Complete bullshit of course but he seemed to buy it. Only problem was he didn't come alone, he brought friends. Six of them. Now I'm good but I can't take seven people at once. Wasn't long before they caught me and took my bike from me. The one I'd "liberated" from Pigface. They dragged me before Turbocharger and he started gloating about he'd seen through my obvious trap and bla bla bla wasn't he clever. He only shut up when he saw the bike and then with a face as white as a sheet he turned to me and said "You. I'm gonna kill you slow for what you did to my brother, bitch." It did give me an opening though, I was able to take advantage of his crews distraction though and kick the guy who was holding me where it hurts. Had to run for the desert though pretty drat quick and leave the bike behind. The bike that had most of my stuff on it. Dammit. Luckily I had a spare gun stashed and some knives stashed elsewhere or it could've been a lot worse. As long as I still have them I can keep hunting. quote:Who did you save the Old Man from, and what was his (the Old Man of the Ash Desert's) name? Do you know if he's still alive? Ah changing the subject. Can't say I blame you. It happened when I was trekking through the desert, An ashstorm was brewing and I was lucky to find an empty cave to hole up in and wait it out. The storm came in but I was safe. Or so I thought. I remember seeing a black shape, at first I thought it was just my imagination. But then it stalked towards me with purpose. It was some sort of Ash Beast. At least a head taller than any human i've ever seen. Fucker was fast too for something that big. It lunged out of the storm at me and I just barely got my gun up between it and me. Whatever the hell it was it didn't get back up when I emptied a full magazine into it. It was only then that I saw the old man crumpled on the ground next to it. He was alive but barely so I dragged him out of the storm and into the cave with me. Now I'm no Angel but I can wrap a bandage and I could spare a few sips of water to keep him hydrated. Anyway next day when the storm finally wore down he seemed okay. Able to talk a bit. Wouldn't tell me his real name because how did he put it "names have power" but he said I could call him McClane after one of the heroes of old. Now the Old Men have power they can move through the ash storms like they're not there and they know the languages of creation it's said. So he must have used some of that power to heal himself because he was up on his feet in a day. But he was still grateful for me "assisting" him with the what did he call it? Ash Ghoul and offered me a boon. I still have his mark on me now and since it's working I guess he's still alive? I'm not about to go camping in more ash storms to make sure though. One of those creatures was enough for my life time . Now I believe you said something about a job?
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