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| Tweet Topic Started: Sep 19 2005, 01:03 AM (12,737 Views) | |
| The WarXe Factor | Sep 19 2005, 01:03 AM Post #1 |
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Back from the Grave
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Post-apocalyptic type RP. Everyone's free to join. The man looked upon the desolate landscape. The grass was dark and withered, the trees were destroyed, and the sky was obscured by dark clouds of ash and smoke. The charred remains of many animals were scattered across the plains, and in the distance, ruined buildings could be seen. "Hmm..." the main said to himself. He had short dark-colored hair and bright blue eyes, and multiple scars across his nose and cheeks. He wore a dark trenchcoat with jeans and a dark shirt underneath, all considerably scorched and dirited. He was wearing black leather gloves and boots, which were relatively unscathed, as well as a blue fedora that cast a shadow on his weary face. Two .44 Magnums were on his waist, and a sniper rifle was holstered on his back. "If there's survivors, they'll be there." he mumbled. "Won't likely be much, though." He reached into a pocket within his coat and grabbed a small loaf of bread, and ate it as he walked toward the city. He was running low on rations, and he wouldn't survive long. He would have to scaveng anything he could from that city; he had done it for 7 years, even before the event that caused the world to look like it did, and had gotten lucky each time, but he knew that he might not find anything, and eventually die from starvation - a slow, painful death. Yep, life was pretty hard, but he kept on going. He wouldn't allow himself to lie down and die; he was a fighter. He continued toward the city, throwing the wrapper his bread had been in into a murky pond. |
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| ShinjuuDarkfox | Sep 19 2005, 02:06 AM Post #2 |
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*a light breeze blows some dust, suddenly a sound breaks the silence* *Digital and distorted*: D-d-darkness... br-br-bring back the sun... *a damaged machine gets up somthing is taking hold of it, it's a reverse kneed mechoid, possibly guarding the ruins* Br-br-bring back the sun... d-d-darkness... *loads weapons* d-d-darkness... the sun... *one of it's arms falls off and it's wires seem to flail about as if they were alive, it's eye turns from a green to red and lets out a roar as it begins to pound the ground, a piece of debris falls and it shoots at the debris* the s-sun... d-d-darkness... |
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| Ace | Sep 19 2005, 02:15 AM Post #3 |
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Operator 1: There's nothing that we can do. The comet's estimated impact is 6 days, and we still have too much to do. Commander: Evacuation of a whole planet takes time, and sadly it's time that we don't have. Operator 2: If only we would've taken into consideration the predictions of philosophers before us. We would've had plenty of time to prepare. Commander: It's too late to think about what we should've done, all we can do now is what we can do. Operator 1: You mean... Commander: Yes. Evacuate who we can. Operator 2: But... so many people will be left behind. Commander: I know... but what other choice do we have? Operator 2: I guess you're right... Commander: Have we found a planet suitable for repopulation yet? Operator 3: Yes. This planet here. We've been there many times before, and it has everything suitable for human life. The planet is called Earth. Commander: All right then. Have the coordinates been set for each ship? Operator 3: Yes. All courses are set for Earth. Commander: Good... Well, we have 6 days. Let's get moving, we have no time to spare. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ *Years later, the few remaining evacuation ships arrive at Earth. What happened to the other planet is unknown, but it is said that it was most likely destroyed by the comet's impact. The ships land, and walk out to an unpleasant surprise* Commander: What.... what is this? THIS is the planet? I thought it was suitable for humans to survive! Operator 3: But... this is. What's going... Commander: This is just great... we're basically out of food, our water supply is dwindling and our ships probably can't even take flight. Operator 1: Something isn't right. Whatever happened here happened recently. Operator 2: I agree. There's something fresh about this ruin... |
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| ShinjuuDarkfox | Sep 19 2005, 02:37 AM Post #4 |
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*a figure somewhere in the 5ft area dressed in a torn up hood approaches them and then collapses* ???: *girl's voice* So cold... where has the light went...? |
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| Ace | Sep 19 2005, 03:04 AM Post #5 |
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Commander: What the... Operator 2: Could this be a survivor of the destruction? Operator 1: Indeed, it must be. This proves that the destruction must have happened recently. Operator 3: From the voice, it sounds like it's just a little girl. Commander: Perhaps she knows something about what happened here. She's complaining about cold and darkness, take her into the ship, it should be lighter and warmer in there. Operators: Yes, commander. *they take the girl into the ship and lay her on a bed. They close the doors to keep it warm inside and then turn the lights up.* Commander: Let's let her rest. Hopefully she'll be in a more concious state when she wakes up. Maybe she can tell us about what happened as well. |
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| The WarXe Factor | Sep 19 2005, 12:36 PM Post #6 |
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*** -Man: *looks at the machine* Hmm. So some machina survived the event... interesting. *He grabs his sniper rifle.* -Man: I hate to do this, but... *He fires a bullet directly into the machine's single eye. He holsters his rifle and draws his magnums, and fires multiple shots into the machine's body. It collapses and shuts off.* -Man: Not a problem, heh. *He continues on.* *** *The man arrives at the ruined city. He looks around, apparently feeling small compared to the giant towers of stone and metal that surrounded him. Charred bones and broken machines litter the streets.* -Man: There should be a food store around here. *He walks around, and sees a small ruined building with a destroyed McDonalds sign on it.* I would've liked something healthier, but this will have to do. *He enters the building. However, the building is devoid of anything and everything. He sighs and leaves.* "So, where now?" he asked himself. The land darkened quickly, and a cold breeze swept in, chilling him. Dark-colored snow fell from the sky. "Damn, night already?" he cursed, and ran into a massive office building that was mostly intact. "I'll have to take shelter here." he muttered. "I won't be able to travel for long with that acid snow falling." He walked around the first floor of the building, and quickly realized that something was wrong; the place was much too clean. No bones, no rubble, nothing. He drew one of his magnums, but quickly holstered it and instead drew a knife from inside his coat. He moved around cautiously, making his way to the stairwell. Like the lobby, the stairwell was maintained; there were obvious repairs in the stairs and railing, and the door was in good shape. The man walked up the stairs, making as little sound as possible. No knife-wielding humans or sentry bots got in his way, and by the time he got to the second-floor entrance, he was confident that no one would attack him. Once in the second floor, he spotted a jar, a shopping bag and some blankets and cushions, and walked over there, making sure there was no traps or alarms. The bag contained fresh fruit and a loaf of bread that was stale but eatable, and the jar contained a watered-down beer. He ate and drank his fill, and quickly fell asleep on the makeshift bed, deciding to continue up the building after a brief nap. |
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| ShinjuuDarkfox | Sep 19 2005, 04:25 PM Post #7 |
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*While the man slept a figure loomed over him as if studying then backs up and sits in a dark corner, the figure dressed in wrags that appear to have been eaten away at by acid* |
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| The WarXe Factor | Sep 19 2005, 06:00 PM Post #8 |
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-Man: Uhh... *stirs* ...the sky is on fire... *continues snoring* |
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| ShinjuuDarkfox | Sep 19 2005, 06:08 PM Post #9 |
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*The figure just stares* *** Girl: *in her sleep* Where... where is the sun...? *** Figure: *very light whisper* D-d-darkness... cold... *huddles up, a strange light mechanical sound is heard* |
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| The WarXe Factor | Sep 19 2005, 06:12 PM Post #10 |
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-Man: ...uh...hmm? *gets up* That's better... *He looks around and sees the ragged man, and instantly draws a magnum* Who are you? Tell me before I blow your brains out! |
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| ShinjuuDarkfox | Sep 19 2005, 06:17 PM Post #11 |
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???: *draws out a hand thats black and fully mechanical, a slight gleam but a bit dulled* I have no hostile intent... my name is Nikita... I'm... |
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| BlackSkullWarlock | Sep 19 2005, 06:18 PM Post #12 |
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In the remains of a devastated forest, a young man stares in the sky. He had black eyes as fierce as a phoenix, he wore ninja-like attire with a skull emblem imprinted on the back of it, his head was covered by a jet black turban. -The roads are empty, the land is devastated. I will not live long in the middle of nowhere. *Notice the snow falling* -I can't stand there doing nothing. My suit will not last eternally under the snow... *The man start walking toward, tho he ignores it, the ruined city* (Hope Im not interfering since I didnt join when it first began) |
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| The WarXe Factor | Sep 19 2005, 06:23 PM Post #13 |
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(OOC: BSW, like I said, everyone's welcome.) -Man: ...then you must have been the one tht put this food here. Where did you get fruit, anyways? I haven't seen fresh fruit in over a year... *He holsters his gun* You can call me Zeta... in a former life, I was a weapons smith with a different name, but now I'm considered an enemy of the state... what's left of it, that is. |
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| BlackSkullWarlock | Sep 19 2005, 06:34 PM Post #14 |
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As time passes by, the hooded man continue to walk with no real destination in mind. The roads are empty and human bodies are a common thing, the smell is almost noxious. -The snow...how can something that was once a representation of beauty become such a threat to...what remain of this world. *The snow intensify* -I must find shelter quickly...or I'll end up like him *look at a half-burned body on the ground*. Poor guy...or girl. *restart walking, faster* (OOC: This RP is similar to the TV Show Jeremiah) (OOC 2: http://www.planetgamecube.com/media/th034514542.jpg -- my character) |
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| The WarXe Factor | Sep 19 2005, 06:39 PM Post #15 |
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"Hey!" someone calls. The ninja-like man looks toward an open door, and sees a shadowy figure in the doorway. "Quick! Come inside! " A girl steps outside. She is no older than 12, and has blond hair tied in pigtails. She is wearing a dirty, crude cloth that resembles a dress, and has a foot-long sheathed knife on her side. "Come on!" |
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