Haseri
Emperor
My character makes his living working out how aliens might work. He has no need for god.
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My character makes his living working out how aliens might work. He has no need for god.
Sounds like a challenge my dear sir.
Okay so I would like a clearer picture of what exactly still works. So all electronics failed, can they be rebuilt or has some fundamental law of physics changed to remove modern electronics. Does something like vacuum tubes still work?
Synthetics also do not exist. So no plastic, nylon, etc... Rubber does exist in nature, but most is made through oil so does natural rubber, latex still work?
Do motors still run, such as diesel being converted to biofuels?
Thanks.
Synthetics also do not exist. So no plastic, nylon, etc... Rubber does exist in nature, but most is made through oil so does natural rubber, latex still work?
Do motors still run, such as diesel being converted to biofuels?
Thanks.
Character name: Samuel Delaun
Character appearance: 49, rapidly aging but with a kind face
Character occupation before the cataclysm: Catholic Preist
Character alignment: Good, wishes to help others as he is a very religious man
Character location: Rome, originally to travel to the Vatican, is from Eastern England
Character family details: A sister back in England, has not married as he is a priest
Character skillset: Speaking, Preaching, he can stir up followers
Character appearance: 49, rapidly aging but with a kind face
Character occupation before the cataclysm: Catholic Preist
Character alignment: Good, wishes to help others as he is a very religious man
Character location: Rome, originally to travel to the Vatican, is from Eastern England
Character family details: A sister back in England, has not married as he is a priest
Character skillset: Speaking, Preaching, he can stir up followers
civver_764
Deity
Character name: Chase Gridlock
Character appearance: 23 years old, dark brown hair, trimmed goatee with otherwise clean shaven face, hair length touches tops of ears, average weight and height.
Character occupation before the cataclysm: Student(Business Major)/Guitar Store Salesman
Character alignment: Good intentions, not psychotic or anything, but is fairly lazy. Places more emphasis on himself than others most of time. Somewhat of a hedonist(doesn't call himself that though), searching to satisfy his pleasures first and foremost.
Character location: Baltimore, Maryland, small apartment inside city.
Character family details: Has a brother living in Annapolis, Maryland. Alive. His parents were retired and living in Florida. He has no idea what happened to them.
Character skillset: Plays guitar, has general high school knowledge(US and World history, Physics, Biology, and Chemistry, Literature, etc.), can hotwire a car, good at talking his way out of situations. He and his father used to go on fishing trips as well.
Character appearance: 23 years old, dark brown hair, trimmed goatee with otherwise clean shaven face, hair length touches tops of ears, average weight and height.
Character occupation before the cataclysm: Student(Business Major)/Guitar Store Salesman
Character alignment: Good intentions, not psychotic or anything, but is fairly lazy. Places more emphasis on himself than others most of time. Somewhat of a hedonist(doesn't call himself that though), searching to satisfy his pleasures first and foremost.
Character location: Baltimore, Maryland, small apartment inside city.
Character family details: Has a brother living in Annapolis, Maryland. Alive. His parents were retired and living in Florida. He has no idea what happened to them.
Character skillset: Plays guitar, has general high school knowledge(US and World history, Physics, Biology, and Chemistry, Literature, etc.), can hotwire a car, good at talking his way out of situations. He and his father used to go on fishing trips as well.
thomas.berubeg
Wandering the World
I can switch to a woman... it's as simple as just changing the name to Stephanie.
Seon
Not An Evil Liar
Character Name: Alexis Marks
Character Appearance: Early 20s. Rather strong for her looks. Short haired.
Character Occupation before the Cataclysm: News Reporter
Character Alignment: Basically good, but at this point she is going to do anything to survive
Character Location: Northern part of Virginia
Character Family Details: Her parents are deceased and she was the only child. She does remember having a few distant relatives in Florida and New Hampshire but she isn't sure if she can recognize them.
Character Skillset: Self Defence skills. Public speaking. Firearms (Her coworkers snickered about her gender when she went learn how to shoot guns. WELL WHO'S LAUGING NOW?), and good knowledge of current events.
Character Appearance: Early 20s. Rather strong for her looks. Short haired.
Character Occupation before the Cataclysm: News Reporter
Character Alignment: Basically good, but at this point she is going to do anything to survive
Character Location: Northern part of Virginia
Character Family Details: Her parents are deceased and she was the only child. She does remember having a few distant relatives in Florida and New Hampshire but she isn't sure if she can recognize them.
Character Skillset: Self Defence skills. Public speaking. Firearms (Her coworkers snickered about her gender when she went learn how to shoot guns. WELL WHO'S LAUGING NOW?), and good knowledge of current events.
Last Praetoria
Chieftain
Character name: née: Joseph F. Polsk II; goes by Orpheus
Character appearance: turned 18 the day after the cataclysm; 5'10'', decent shape (played sports in high school), wavy, long brown hair (almost shoulder length), eyes change colors, beginning to grow his first beard, 3 perpendicular scars run down his left cheek/neck, burn marks on his back
Character occupation before the cataclysm: Never held a steady job in his life; some of his last exploits were car mechanic, old folks home assistant, and a fast food chef
Character alignment: had slightly higher morals than the average 18 year old male; converted to paganism and therefore dislikes violence; prone to fits of depression and hysteria, slight fear of change
Character location: south of Richmond, Virginia
Character family details:
Father: Joseph F. Polsk, most likely deceased; sent to Washington DC during the outbreak
Mother: Katherine Polsk, deceased; Orpheus accidentally shot her while attempting to stop her from committing suicide
Sister: Irene Polsk, Unknown; upon hearing of Orpheus' religious conversion she cursed him and fled with her Southern Baptist boyfriend
Brother: Nicholas Polsk, Unknown; was traveling with Orpheus when he disappeared one night
Girlfriend: Lindsey Mariet, Unknown; last seen the afternoon before the cataclysm; Orpheus is desperately seeking her
Character skill set: minor mechanical repair, advanced high school knowledge, bow hunting, camping, speaks several languages, good at games
Character appearance: turned 18 the day after the cataclysm; 5'10'', decent shape (played sports in high school), wavy, long brown hair (almost shoulder length), eyes change colors, beginning to grow his first beard, 3 perpendicular scars run down his left cheek/neck, burn marks on his back
Character occupation before the cataclysm: Never held a steady job in his life; some of his last exploits were car mechanic, old folks home assistant, and a fast food chef
Character alignment: had slightly higher morals than the average 18 year old male; converted to paganism and therefore dislikes violence; prone to fits of depression and hysteria, slight fear of change
Character location: south of Richmond, Virginia
Character family details:
Father: Joseph F. Polsk, most likely deceased; sent to Washington DC during the outbreak
Mother: Katherine Polsk, deceased; Orpheus accidentally shot her while attempting to stop her from committing suicide
Sister: Irene Polsk, Unknown; upon hearing of Orpheus' religious conversion she cursed him and fled with her Southern Baptist boyfriend
Brother: Nicholas Polsk, Unknown; was traveling with Orpheus when he disappeared one night
Girlfriend: Lindsey Mariet, Unknown; last seen the afternoon before the cataclysm; Orpheus is desperately seeking her
Character skill set: minor mechanical repair, advanced high school knowledge, bow hunting, camping, speaks several languages, good at games
Anonymoose
KING OF MEESE
@ Adrogans: Natural rubber still exists. Practically all motors have been compromised. The oldest of old motors that utilize no plastics may still work, but petroleum products will be difficult to compromise, and the bacteria may someday soon gain the ability to compromise even the fuel.
As far as everyone knows, the fundamental laws of physics have not changed.
Also, people can post stories if they want now. Good luck, survivors.
In order to help nudge the stories a bit, here's some info. The weather for this continent, starting the game, is thus:
Europe :
That's all the continents we're on at the moment, right?
The weather is acting oddly since the cataclysm.
EDIT: I sent all of you a PM detailing how things may have started, just to get the juices flowing. I will update you personally according to your stories, but don't think I'm restricting your stories. If your character finds something of interest and you want to talk about it, do tell. I look forward to the stories. Also, a few haven't posted char info yet.
As far as everyone knows, the fundamental laws of physics have not changed.
Also, people can post stories if they want now. Good luck, survivors.
In order to help nudge the stories a bit, here's some info. The weather for this continent, starting the game, is thus:
Spoiler :
Europe :
Spoiler :
That's all the continents we're on at the moment, right?
The weather is acting oddly since the cataclysm.
EDIT: I sent all of you a PM detailing how things may have started, just to get the juices flowing. I will update you personally according to your stories, but don't think I'm restricting your stories. If your character finds something of interest and you want to talk about it, do tell. I look forward to the stories. Also, a few haven't posted char info yet.
thomas.berubeg
Wandering the World
Memories of a Survivor:
After the Events: Day 0
... Fortunatly, Home was near to the office. A true Montrealais, which I was, of course, wouldn't be daunted by the cold. So, I headed down St. Catherine, where my office was towards St. Laurent, taking scope of the situation. yeah, admittedly, I wasn't too worried, yet, it was just a power outage. I mean, compared to most cities, Montreal was able to handle power outages, but this seemed odd, more complete. The city seemed Silent. Then it hit me. There were no cars, no Sirens, Nothing. screams, shouts, yes, but still, Silence. The walk home itself was uneventful, aside for the oddity of it. You've got to understand, St. Catherine and St. Laurent are the center of Montreal's night life: All of the Mcgill residences are in range, and all the kids love to go out and have a good time...
... I didn't have a gun. We weren't as gun loving as our southern neighbors. I always felt the Americans would have been able to repel an invasion even without an army. but that's neither here nor there. I had no gun, and no real reason to think I'd need one. That changed the first night...
... Food was a concern, but only in the abstract, of course. Nothing like the starvations that would hit later. My house had Lots of bottled water, and enough nonperishable food to last us a month: We all remembered the Ice Storm of 98. That one was bad...
... Honestly, we believed that it was just another power outage. You know, nothing serious. The Authorities would have everything under control, soon...
...That Night was the first experience we had with the Changed. One of them, ravaging, obviously far more gone than any other, tried to break in. He attacked my Son, who dispatched him with the ancestral sword...
After the Events: Day 0
... Fortunatly, Home was near to the office. A true Montrealais, which I was, of course, wouldn't be daunted by the cold. So, I headed down St. Catherine, where my office was towards St. Laurent, taking scope of the situation. yeah, admittedly, I wasn't too worried, yet, it was just a power outage. I mean, compared to most cities, Montreal was able to handle power outages, but this seemed odd, more complete. The city seemed Silent. Then it hit me. There were no cars, no Sirens, Nothing. screams, shouts, yes, but still, Silence. The walk home itself was uneventful, aside for the oddity of it. You've got to understand, St. Catherine and St. Laurent are the center of Montreal's night life: All of the Mcgill residences are in range, and all the kids love to go out and have a good time...
... I didn't have a gun. We weren't as gun loving as our southern neighbors. I always felt the Americans would have been able to repel an invasion even without an army. but that's neither here nor there. I had no gun, and no real reason to think I'd need one. That changed the first night...
... Food was a concern, but only in the abstract, of course. Nothing like the starvations that would hit later. My house had Lots of bottled water, and enough nonperishable food to last us a month: We all remembered the Ice Storm of 98. That one was bad...
... Honestly, we believed that it was just another power outage. You know, nothing serious. The Authorities would have everything under control, soon...
...That Night was the first experience we had with the Changed. One of them, ravaging, obviously far more gone than any other, tried to break in. He attacked my Son, who dispatched him with the ancestral sword...
Is it too late to join?
Character name: Mathias Jackson
Character appearance: White-skinned, tall, but slightly overweight for his height. Black eyes and hair.
Character occupation before the cataclysm: Nationalist Writer
Character alignment: Tries to be good-hearted, but impeded by habits
Character location: East Anglia
Character family details: A brother (John Jackson) in the United States, and a grandmother in northwestern Britain
Character skillset: Rhethoric, Writing, English History, Athletics, Knowledge (Christianity)
Character name: Mathias Jackson
Character appearance: White-skinned, tall, but slightly overweight for his height. Black eyes and hair.
Character occupation before the cataclysm: Nationalist Writer
Character alignment: Tries to be good-hearted, but impeded by habits
Character location: East Anglia
Character family details: A brother (John Jackson) in the United States, and a grandmother in northwestern Britain
Character skillset: Rhethoric, Writing, English History, Athletics, Knowledge (Christianity)
"Ugh I don't even know why I'm out here" Henry thought out loud, "with this damn wind picking up anything I clear out is just going to end up back on the trail. Ah well beats dealing with those guest."
"Those meteorologist can't get anything right can they? Nice weather my arse."
Thirty minutes later Henry came across a fallen tree in the middle of the trail.
"Really people? You can't be bothered to move it yourself? Ugh, lets get this over with so I can get back to the lodge before this storm hits."
About ten minutes he finally got the tree off the path and the last bit of luck he'd have for a while seemed to hold as storm hadn't hit yet.
He grabbed his radio and attempted to reach the lodge, "Alright guys I cleared the path off, for what it's worth. I'm heading back now."
The only response that he got was a single beep out of the radio then nothing.
"Really? I guess it was about time for this piece of junk to finally kick the bucket. Well best be heading back now."
About halfway back he saw some swift movement in the bushes some distance off the trail, but couldn't get a good look at it.
"I guess it's nothing, probably someone taking a piss." All of a sudden the storm hit.
"Son of a .... I need to get back to lodge, I should be able to see it by now. No wait don't tell me the power is out. Hell of a day."
So Henry started running towards the lodge not knowing the cataclysm that had just rocked the world.
"Those meteorologist can't get anything right can they? Nice weather my arse."
Thirty minutes later Henry came across a fallen tree in the middle of the trail.
"Really people? You can't be bothered to move it yourself? Ugh, lets get this over with so I can get back to the lodge before this storm hits."
About ten minutes he finally got the tree off the path and the last bit of luck he'd have for a while seemed to hold as storm hadn't hit yet.
He grabbed his radio and attempted to reach the lodge, "Alright guys I cleared the path off, for what it's worth. I'm heading back now."
The only response that he got was a single beep out of the radio then nothing.
"Really? I guess it was about time for this piece of junk to finally kick the bucket. Well best be heading back now."
About halfway back he saw some swift movement in the bushes some distance off the trail, but couldn't get a good look at it.
"I guess it's nothing, probably someone taking a piss." All of a sudden the storm hit.
"Son of a .... I need to get back to lodge, I should be able to see it by now. No wait don't tell me the power is out. Hell of a day."
So Henry started running towards the lodge not knowing the cataclysm that had just rocked the world.
Anonymoose
KING OF MEESE
Definitely not too late to join. I'll send you a PM about noon CST. Feel free to go ahead and write a story if you want. Common denominator: North America is cold. I'll send you other details. It's your story, Good luck.
Haseri
Emperor
"You're crazy Scott. You're crazy and you know it. First, how are you going to get to the coast? Second, how are you going to find a boat? Nothing works. All the boats in any harbour are going to have melted just like everything else. And if you find a boat that works, how will you cross the ocean. Or did you find out how to use a sextant at Glasgow univeristy?"
"Glamorgan. Sounds nothing like each other and they are in different countries. Kinda."
"Whatever. You did answer my questions. And what if you meet a zombie? You've admitted that you have no idea how to use a gun."
"I thought we decided not to call them zombies. I liked 'infected'"
"Stop avoiding the f-ing question, Scott. The best thing to do is to lie low and wait for order to be restored."
"Yeah, but who knows how long that will take? By then, Carry and Lisa could be dead. Or what if they are better organised back home? Britain could still be running at some capacity. I need to find out. And that isn't going to happen if I'm stuck here."
"Fine, go out and get yourself killed. But remember, nobody is coming to pick up your body."
"Goodbye to you as well, Jim." And, with that, Scott Markham left the NASA Astrobiolog Institute complex, heading for a small town not too far away. Jim Micheals watched him go. After a little while, another researcher, Howard Pecker, came to join him at the door.
"Markham really left, huh?"
"Yep."
"Take supplies?"
"As much as he was willing to carry. Food, a few bottles of water. He was heading into town, said he'll find stuff there. Poor bastard."
"How long before he gets killed?"
"Eh, before the end of the week."
"Glamorgan. Sounds nothing like each other and they are in different countries. Kinda."
"Whatever. You did answer my questions. And what if you meet a zombie? You've admitted that you have no idea how to use a gun."
"I thought we decided not to call them zombies. I liked 'infected'"
"Stop avoiding the f-ing question, Scott. The best thing to do is to lie low and wait for order to be restored."
"Yeah, but who knows how long that will take? By then, Carry and Lisa could be dead. Or what if they are better organised back home? Britain could still be running at some capacity. I need to find out. And that isn't going to happen if I'm stuck here."
"Fine, go out and get yourself killed. But remember, nobody is coming to pick up your body."
"Goodbye to you as well, Jim." And, with that, Scott Markham left the NASA Astrobiolog Institute complex, heading for a small town not too far away. Jim Micheals watched him go. After a little while, another researcher, Howard Pecker, came to join him at the door.
"Markham really left, huh?"
"Yep."
"Take supplies?"
"As much as he was willing to carry. Food, a few bottles of water. He was heading into town, said he'll find stuff there. Poor bastard."
"How long before he gets killed?"
"Eh, before the end of the week."
James woke and sat up in the booth he had passed out in. His knickles were sore, but that was to be expected after cold clocking that bastard Chris when he insulted the Bonnie May. She may not be the prettiest vessel out on the dock, but she is reliable and has a nice capacity.
He got out of the booth and started walking over towards the door, since the lights were out. Along the way he took a quick detour over to the unconcious form of Chris on the floor, and kicked him, hard, in the nuts, for good measure. Chris groaned a little and rolled over still clearly out of it from the punch to the face a few hours earlier.
Outside the bar no cars were moving, or boats in the bay either. That was more than a little odd as the finely crafted grandfather clock in the bar said it was nine in the morning. Well why not go over to the surplus store and talk to Bobby. Bobby usually kept up on the latest information and he lived in the damn store. Not to mention he was a good friend from the Marines.
James walked the block to the surplus store, and along the way noticed some drunks squatting in the shrubs on the other side of the road. Damn, where is everyone? Was it a national get drunk day and they all stayed home hungover?
Once there he saw the door was locked and the lights were out here as well. "Hey Bobby open up!" James pounded on the door. "What they hell is wrong with you? Why's the shop closed at nine in the morning?"
Bobby's head poked over the roof above the door. "Be quiet!" he hissed, and then threw down a rope ladder. "Hurry get up and I'll tell you all about the end of the world since you obviously were drunk through it." James climbed up and thought as much as he liked Bobby, the man did have a survivalist screw loose. Course the same was said about James since he lived well outside town in a log cabin with barely any amenities. I mean hell he cooked over a wood grill, though that was because he liked the smokey flavor it added to his meat.
Bobby quickly hauled up the rope ladder and James took a look around. Bobby had set out all kinds of metal buckets and what looked to be a hastily construcked tin, well tent for lack of better term. "Man did you lose what was left of your mind?" James chuckled then stopped at the look on Bobby's face.
"No, and if you want to understand why I'm up here and didn't open all those rolladen shutters I use then grap that rifle and look over there through the scope." James grabbed the indicated weapon.
"Damn old piece of crap scope. What is the zoom? And jesus it's heavy I think it's one of your old all metal pieces isn't it?"
"Yes it is, cause all the ones with plastic and synthetic materials fell apart. Glass and metal are still okay though. And I think its 2.5x maybe 3x. But that doesn't matter look over there."
James hoisted the weapon to his shoulder and like any practiced hunter got down into the prone position and then looked where indicated. There was a pile of bodies, some obviously shot from here. "What in the name of Christ have you done?" James stared at Bobby.
"Man just look, not all of those are dead. They are like zombies or sumthin." Bobby shook his head. "I was getting ready to open and the electricity went out. Couldn't open the shutters or turn on the lights. But I heard this groaning so I went to the front door and looked out to see Mark, ya know the pipsquek from the hardware store, he was like biting all over some old lady. So I ran out there and beat him to a pulp, but he kept trying to bite me so I took the police baton I carry and bashed his head in." James just stared at the obvious fear in Bobby's face. "I had to put him down man he was like a rabid dog. Worst thing I have ever seen."
James just shook his head as well and then went back to looking through the scope to give Bobby some time to compose himself. And thats when James saw Chris stumble out of the bar and walk right into a small crowd of, well zombies. He was set upon like scavengers on a dead bear. All James could do was kill him quick, so he fired.
Man he needed a strong drink. Whiskey on the rocks sounded good right about now.
He got out of the booth and started walking over towards the door, since the lights were out. Along the way he took a quick detour over to the unconcious form of Chris on the floor, and kicked him, hard, in the nuts, for good measure. Chris groaned a little and rolled over still clearly out of it from the punch to the face a few hours earlier.
Outside the bar no cars were moving, or boats in the bay either. That was more than a little odd as the finely crafted grandfather clock in the bar said it was nine in the morning. Well why not go over to the surplus store and talk to Bobby. Bobby usually kept up on the latest information and he lived in the damn store. Not to mention he was a good friend from the Marines.
James walked the block to the surplus store, and along the way noticed some drunks squatting in the shrubs on the other side of the road. Damn, where is everyone? Was it a national get drunk day and they all stayed home hungover?
Once there he saw the door was locked and the lights were out here as well. "Hey Bobby open up!" James pounded on the door. "What they hell is wrong with you? Why's the shop closed at nine in the morning?"
Bobby's head poked over the roof above the door. "Be quiet!" he hissed, and then threw down a rope ladder. "Hurry get up and I'll tell you all about the end of the world since you obviously were drunk through it." James climbed up and thought as much as he liked Bobby, the man did have a survivalist screw loose. Course the same was said about James since he lived well outside town in a log cabin with barely any amenities. I mean hell he cooked over a wood grill, though that was because he liked the smokey flavor it added to his meat.
Bobby quickly hauled up the rope ladder and James took a look around. Bobby had set out all kinds of metal buckets and what looked to be a hastily construcked tin, well tent for lack of better term. "Man did you lose what was left of your mind?" James chuckled then stopped at the look on Bobby's face.
"No, and if you want to understand why I'm up here and didn't open all those rolladen shutters I use then grap that rifle and look over there through the scope." James grabbed the indicated weapon.
"Damn old piece of crap scope. What is the zoom? And jesus it's heavy I think it's one of your old all metal pieces isn't it?"
"Yes it is, cause all the ones with plastic and synthetic materials fell apart. Glass and metal are still okay though. And I think its 2.5x maybe 3x. But that doesn't matter look over there."
James hoisted the weapon to his shoulder and like any practiced hunter got down into the prone position and then looked where indicated. There was a pile of bodies, some obviously shot from here. "What in the name of Christ have you done?" James stared at Bobby.
"Man just look, not all of those are dead. They are like zombies or sumthin." Bobby shook his head. "I was getting ready to open and the electricity went out. Couldn't open the shutters or turn on the lights. But I heard this groaning so I went to the front door and looked out to see Mark, ya know the pipsquek from the hardware store, he was like biting all over some old lady. So I ran out there and beat him to a pulp, but he kept trying to bite me so I took the police baton I carry and bashed his head in." James just stared at the obvious fear in Bobby's face. "I had to put him down man he was like a rabid dog. Worst thing I have ever seen."
James just shook his head as well and then went back to looking through the scope to give Bobby some time to compose himself. And thats when James saw Chris stumble out of the bar and walk right into a small crowd of, well zombies. He was set upon like scavengers on a dead bear. All James could do was kill him quick, so he fired.
Man he needed a strong drink. Whiskey on the rocks sounded good right about now.
Milarqui
Deity
Dammit I think as my car dies down. It had to break in the middle of the worst snow storm ever, as I was going back to NY to have Christmas with my friends.
But there is something weird about this break-down. The motor didn't turn down slowly, as it normally does, as the crankshaft slows due to whatever happened. No, it was working perfectly and then PUF! it stopped working. Not even some smoke, which would have been the signal of some piece breaking down and leaving me in here.
I take my coat, gloves, scarf and hat from the passenger seat, put them on and come out of the car, to see whatever the heck happened.
As I open the hood, the first thing I see is that it is quite different from normally. It's quite weird, as if there is something lacking in there. Then, I notice that there is indeed something lacking in there. The motor cover, which is made of plastic, is missing.
Then I look at the rest of the motor. Slowly, I realise that all the things that were made of plastic are missing. I start to feel panic. I look at the wheels. I hadn't noticed it with this cold and the snow, but now I can see that the wheels are losing air really fast. I can even see the wheel rim from a hole that has opened in one of the sides. And then, the tires disappear, and I am left with a tireless car.
"Oh, crap," I say into the air. I certainly had never ever read about something that could eat all the plastic in a car in a matter of minutes. I hope that there weren't more of those around, though I have to be glad that my clothes aren't made of nylon or something like that. I take my cell out of my pocket, or more likely I try to, because all I've been left with is several copper and silicon pieces that are certainly unable to let me make a call.
I look at my left, and decide to go to the general store. Even in the middle of the winter, there is bound to be someone shopping or finding a refuge from the coldness. I go to the boot of the car, take out the most important things (such as a couple of books, my notebooks, a couple of pencils and some extra clothes) and put them into my rucksack. I then go towards the store, taking care in no slip in the snow. Let's hope that someone there will let me call my friends. If there is any working phone.
But there is something weird about this break-down. The motor didn't turn down slowly, as it normally does, as the crankshaft slows due to whatever happened. No, it was working perfectly and then PUF! it stopped working. Not even some smoke, which would have been the signal of some piece breaking down and leaving me in here.
I take my coat, gloves, scarf and hat from the passenger seat, put them on and come out of the car, to see whatever the heck happened.
As I open the hood, the first thing I see is that it is quite different from normally. It's quite weird, as if there is something lacking in there. Then, I notice that there is indeed something lacking in there. The motor cover, which is made of plastic, is missing.
Then I look at the rest of the motor. Slowly, I realise that all the things that were made of plastic are missing. I start to feel panic. I look at the wheels. I hadn't noticed it with this cold and the snow, but now I can see that the wheels are losing air really fast. I can even see the wheel rim from a hole that has opened in one of the sides. And then, the tires disappear, and I am left with a tireless car.
"Oh, crap," I say into the air. I certainly had never ever read about something that could eat all the plastic in a car in a matter of minutes. I hope that there weren't more of those around, though I have to be glad that my clothes aren't made of nylon or something like that. I take my cell out of my pocket, or more likely I try to, because all I've been left with is several copper and silicon pieces that are certainly unable to let me make a call.
I look at my left, and decide to go to the general store. Even in the middle of the winter, there is bound to be someone shopping or finding a refuge from the coldness. I go to the boot of the car, take out the most important things (such as a couple of books, my notebooks, a couple of pencils and some extra clothes) and put them into my rucksack. I then go towards the store, taking care in no slip in the snow. Let's hope that someone there will let me call my friends. If there is any working phone.
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