Once again, I'd like to remind everyone that guns dont work.
Dies the Fire
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They don't? Clearly I missed that. What caused the guns to break? 
And what would you say the weapon of choice would be, then?
And what would you say the weapon of choice would be, then?
Lord of Elves
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How much of technology are we talking? It was my understanding that everything plugged into a wall-socket fried. If someone can suggest a base weapon that people would be using, I'll go and edit the story, until then, I'll add to put it on hold until I can think of something.
civver_764
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He said any technology invented since the 13th century doesn't work.
Anyways, great update. Story coming later.
Anyways, great update. Story coming later.
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I'll be thinking about what they would use instead. I have a hard time seeing them just happen upon a bunch of Tolkienesque cutlery, or antique swords. I have a feeling I'm missing something that's staring me in the face, as soon as I get it, I'll edit the story.
Yes, thank you, Tyrion, I seem to have missed that. If anyone has any suggestions for a type of weapon people would be able to get their hands on and use, I would appreciate them.
EDIT: Problem solved. Everyone loves Home Depot axes in post-apocalyptia. This makes my orders for this turn to have my followers expand out from the ground we currently own, expand our influence, and salvage what we can. Also, look for scrap metal. Kevlar can't last forever.
Yes, thank you, Tyrion, I seem to have missed that. If anyone has any suggestions for a type of weapon people would be able to get their hands on and use, I would appreciate them.
EDIT: Problem solved. Everyone loves Home Depot axes in post-apocalyptia. This makes my orders for this turn to have my followers expand out from the ground we currently own, expand our influence, and salvage what we can. Also, look for scrap metal. Kevlar can't last forever.
Anonymoose
KING OF MEESE
I'll make orders clearer next time.
She carefully ran the blade along the wooden shaft, peeling off the ends of it of it and sharpening the tip into a point. Her roommate Maria watched her from the corner she was huddled in trembling.
“How can you be so calm! We just killed someone!” she said tearfully
Alexis glanced at her briefly “It was an accident, and dwelling on it won’t do us any good.”
She returned to sharpening the wooden shaft. Maria stared at her incredulously, “Don’t you feel guilty? Don’t you feel anything? Do you have any emotions at all?”
Alexis paused her movements; a half-smile came to her lips. Ah that question, it almost always came up inevitably once people knew her long enough. She always lied or passed it off.
But the truth was no, she didn’t have any emotions. From what Alexis could remember it had always been like that. She had always felt empty, like something was missing that could never be filled. It was a feeling that gnawed at her persistently, unceasing and only very rarely relieved. It wasn’t really that she had no emotions nessecairly, it was just that she simply couldn’t understand some things. The concept of morality with right and wrong, things like love, empathy and compassion were beyond her understanding. She could do a pretty good impression of them, but it was a mask she wore and like all masks it would slip eventually. And the question was what to do when it slipped. And the feelings of emptiness would build, and build and build until it had to be relieved. Only a few things relieved it, only a few things made her feel something other than empty, only a few things made her feel alive.
She looked at Maria contemplatively, they were alone, everyone else was dealing with putting up the barricades, she could deal with her before anyone could know what happened and then pass it off as an accident like she did with the cop.
No wait, two such incidents in such a short time period would arouse suspicion. Looks like she would need to repaint her mask.
She stood up and went over the Maria and placed her hands on her shoulders mustering what she thought could pass for a concerned expression “Listen” she said softly “We have to keep it together if we want to survive and I know you’re worried about your family, so am I but we can’t help them if we fall to pieces.”
Maria frowned. Dammit Alexis thought, she wasn’t buying it. Well in that case…she slowly slid her hands up Maria's shoulders closer to Maria’s neck preparing….
“Is that smoke?” Maria interrupted her thoughts. She was staring past Alexis. The hallway behind them was filling with smoke.
“Oh crap.” Alexis muttered, “Quick get everyone, we have to leave.”
“But it’s a bloodbath out there!”
“I know.” She replied as she picked up the wooden bolt she had made and fixed it into the crossbow she had made for her medieval weaponry class.
“We better get ready.” She said as calmly as possible fighting to keep the glee out of her voice. She could finally fill the emptiness.
“How can you be so calm! We just killed someone!” she said tearfully
Alexis glanced at her briefly “It was an accident, and dwelling on it won’t do us any good.”
She returned to sharpening the wooden shaft. Maria stared at her incredulously, “Don’t you feel guilty? Don’t you feel anything? Do you have any emotions at all?”
Alexis paused her movements; a half-smile came to her lips. Ah that question, it almost always came up inevitably once people knew her long enough. She always lied or passed it off.
But the truth was no, she didn’t have any emotions. From what Alexis could remember it had always been like that. She had always felt empty, like something was missing that could never be filled. It was a feeling that gnawed at her persistently, unceasing and only very rarely relieved. It wasn’t really that she had no emotions nessecairly, it was just that she simply couldn’t understand some things. The concept of morality with right and wrong, things like love, empathy and compassion were beyond her understanding. She could do a pretty good impression of them, but it was a mask she wore and like all masks it would slip eventually. And the question was what to do when it slipped. And the feelings of emptiness would build, and build and build until it had to be relieved. Only a few things relieved it, only a few things made her feel something other than empty, only a few things made her feel alive.
She looked at Maria contemplatively, they were alone, everyone else was dealing with putting up the barricades, she could deal with her before anyone could know what happened and then pass it off as an accident like she did with the cop.
No wait, two such incidents in such a short time period would arouse suspicion. Looks like she would need to repaint her mask.
She stood up and went over the Maria and placed her hands on her shoulders mustering what she thought could pass for a concerned expression “Listen” she said softly “We have to keep it together if we want to survive and I know you’re worried about your family, so am I but we can’t help them if we fall to pieces.”
Maria frowned. Dammit Alexis thought, she wasn’t buying it. Well in that case…she slowly slid her hands up Maria's shoulders closer to Maria’s neck preparing….
“Is that smoke?” Maria interrupted her thoughts. She was staring past Alexis. The hallway behind them was filling with smoke.
“Oh crap.” Alexis muttered, “Quick get everyone, we have to leave.”
“But it’s a bloodbath out there!”
“I know.” She replied as she picked up the wooden bolt she had made and fixed it into the crossbow she had made for her medieval weaponry class.
“We better get ready.” She said as calmly as possible fighting to keep the glee out of her voice. She could finally fill the emptiness.
THis'd be the 48 hour warning
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Timothy and his group were walking along the dusty road of Utah State highway 189, everyone was getting tired, he kept hearing "Can we please stop" "I'm hungry" "I'm tired". The list of complaints heard goes on and on, and right now the last thing he wanted to do was stop, he was thinking about all those people he saw fleeing from Salt Lake City, they were saying there were huge fires from some planes loaded with fuel crashing into various buildings. And his group was walking towards it! The only thing he could think of was his wife, with beautiful blue eyes, and brown hair, he yearned to see her again and hoped she was fine. Then a couple hundred yards from the road he saw a gas station and decided to stop to see what he could fine inside.
As he opened the door it made a loud CREAK and he light a candel and walked in, he couldn't see anyone, or anything. He looked around grabbed what he could carry and went back to highway. They then camped under some trees and near a creak a couple hundred yards away from the highway, as he lay down he was thinking "I'll never fall asleep.." but the second his head hit the pillow he was fast asleep. He dreamt about the times before the change, and how he'd talked to his parents the day before the change happend on the phone, he only could imagine what a big city like Seattle was like..
As he opened the door it made a loud CREAK and he light a candel and walked in, he couldn't see anyone, or anything. He looked around grabbed what he could carry and went back to highway. They then camped under some trees and near a creak a couple hundred yards away from the highway, as he lay down he was thinking "I'll never fall asleep.." but the second his head hit the pillow he was fast asleep. He dreamt about the times before the change, and how he'd talked to his parents the day before the change happend on the phone, he only could imagine what a big city like Seattle was like..
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Wow, this looks kind of interesting. If it's all right, I'd like to join with the following character:
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Dr. Victor Hsiao
Pre-Change Occupation: Visiting Scholar, National Superconducting Super Collider
Pre-Change Background: Academic
Location: Superconducting Super Collider, Waxahachie, TX
Followers: 0
Food: 0
Survival Skills: 0
Organizational Skills: 4
Scientific Adaptation: 6
Archaic Knowledge: 0
Equipment: Bicycle
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Would it be OK if I submitted orders for last week, seeing as how everyone's just getting started?
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Dr. Victor Hsiao
Pre-Change Occupation: Visiting Scholar, National Superconducting Super Collider
Pre-Change Background: Academic
Location: Superconducting Super Collider, Waxahachie, TX
Followers: 0
Food: 0
Survival Skills: 0
Organizational Skills: 4
Scientific Adaptation: 6
Archaic Knowledge: 0
Equipment: Bicycle
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Would it be OK if I submitted orders for last week, seeing as how everyone's just getting started?
Pedro Cardenas Orders
-Continue to move East towards Pedro's fathers farm.
-Increase looting efforts in search of more food and usable equipment.
-Intensify food rashioning to ensure as many of the group survive.
-Pets etc can be considered food if limited food is found.
-Continue to move East towards Pedro's fathers farm.
-Increase looting efforts in search of more food and usable equipment.
-Intensify food rashioning to ensure as many of the group survive.
-Pets etc can be considered food if limited food is found.
Crezth
i knew you were a real man of the left
I can have in orders and a story at about 7 (EST) tomorrow. So I guess the update deadline is 9, if I guess correctly from the post? IF so I'm good.
Vertinari118
Deity
Iain Mac Gille Eathain (John Maclean)
Nationality: Scotish
Pre-Change Occupation: Crofter
Pre-Change Background: Crofting
Location: Ard Ghobhar, Àird nam Murchan, Loch Abar, A' Ghàidhealtachd, Alba (Ardgour, Ardnamurchan, Lochaber, Scotish Highlands Scotland) NB: Iain does not live in the village of Ard Ghobhar but in a croft about five miles away.
Followers: 10
Food: 20
Survival Skills: 2
Organizational Skills: 2
Scientific Adaptation: 0
Archaic Knowledge: 2
Equipment: Farming equipment?
Background
Iain's father was a crofter, so was his father and his father and his father as far back as anyone can care to remember. He was also a staunch clansman. He wore a crest badge of Clan Maclean and his kilt everywhere. Thus Iain grew up with his life already planned out in front of him. He would become the owner of the croft when his father died, then he would marry a nice girl from another croft or the village, prehaps inheriting her father's croft when he died if he had no sons. He would be a loyal clansman, wearing his tartan and badge with pride, attending any local clan meets and serving Robin Maclean of Ardgour, the Chieften of Ard Ghobhar, if he required. His father died two years before the Change and he did indeed inherit the croft. He married a nice lass, Aileas Nic Ghille Eathain (Alice Maclean) about a year before the Change.
The croft itself is quite large with 6 ha of in-bye for rearing animals or crops, Iain has split it so 4 ha is used for growing crops while the last 2 ha are used as good quality grazing for his small herd of cattle. His house is a good size, two stories tall built from solid Highland stone with a wood stove for cooking and heating the ground floor. He has a barn, in which he stores the fodder for his cattle in the winter, and a few other outbuildings on his croft. His herd of cattle is small enough to be grazed on 2 ha of good grazing land and the rough common land all the nearby crofts share. He also has a small flock of sheep that are gazed on the common land and only intervened with to shear them, slaughter them and replaced deceased animals otherwise they are left to their own devices.
The Change itself did little to affect the crofters in the first week or so. They are a fairly isolated community and when the water stopped flowing out of the taps and the generators packed up they simply gathered water from their wells and local streams and used candles. It was only when a few villagers, depatched by Robin of Ardgour, who had taken control of the village of Ardgour ensuring relative peace and order in the settlement, arrived to find out if the crofters had any food to spare that they realised the wider world had been affected. They promised the villagers they would deliver their fodder stocks of grains (barley, millet etc.) to Ardgour in the next few days alone with milk, eggs and one cow or one sheep carcass from each herd. Iain is just preparing his ediable fodder, milk and the carcass of the three year old ewe he slaughtered for the villages. The five other local crofters, including Alice's father are doing the same. They intend to set out tomorrow, each taking four men or strong lads with them. Iain is taking four of is older farmhands with him, leaving the youngest, fittest ones to protect Alice and his croft. They are armed with whatever farming implements there are around.
OOC: Is this all ok EQ?
Nationality: Scotish
Pre-Change Occupation: Crofter
Pre-Change Background: Crofting
Location: Ard Ghobhar, Àird nam Murchan, Loch Abar, A' Ghàidhealtachd, Alba (Ardgour, Ardnamurchan, Lochaber, Scotish Highlands Scotland) NB: Iain does not live in the village of Ard Ghobhar but in a croft about five miles away.
Followers: 10
Food: 20
Survival Skills: 2
Organizational Skills: 2
Scientific Adaptation: 0
Archaic Knowledge: 2
Equipment: Farming equipment?
Background
Iain's father was a crofter, so was his father and his father and his father as far back as anyone can care to remember. He was also a staunch clansman. He wore a crest badge of Clan Maclean and his kilt everywhere. Thus Iain grew up with his life already planned out in front of him. He would become the owner of the croft when his father died, then he would marry a nice girl from another croft or the village, prehaps inheriting her father's croft when he died if he had no sons. He would be a loyal clansman, wearing his tartan and badge with pride, attending any local clan meets and serving Robin Maclean of Ardgour, the Chieften of Ard Ghobhar, if he required. His father died two years before the Change and he did indeed inherit the croft. He married a nice lass, Aileas Nic Ghille Eathain (Alice Maclean) about a year before the Change.
The croft itself is quite large with 6 ha of in-bye for rearing animals or crops, Iain has split it so 4 ha is used for growing crops while the last 2 ha are used as good quality grazing for his small herd of cattle. His house is a good size, two stories tall built from solid Highland stone with a wood stove for cooking and heating the ground floor. He has a barn, in which he stores the fodder for his cattle in the winter, and a few other outbuildings on his croft. His herd of cattle is small enough to be grazed on 2 ha of good grazing land and the rough common land all the nearby crofts share. He also has a small flock of sheep that are gazed on the common land and only intervened with to shear them, slaughter them and replaced deceased animals otherwise they are left to their own devices.
The Change itself did little to affect the crofters in the first week or so. They are a fairly isolated community and when the water stopped flowing out of the taps and the generators packed up they simply gathered water from their wells and local streams and used candles. It was only when a few villagers, depatched by Robin of Ardgour, who had taken control of the village of Ardgour ensuring relative peace and order in the settlement, arrived to find out if the crofters had any food to spare that they realised the wider world had been affected. They promised the villagers they would deliver their fodder stocks of grains (barley, millet etc.) to Ardgour in the next few days alone with milk, eggs and one cow or one sheep carcass from each herd. Iain is just preparing his ediable fodder, milk and the carcass of the three year old ewe he slaughtered for the villages. The five other local crofters, including Alice's father are doing the same. They intend to set out tomorrow, each taking four men or strong lads with them. Iain is taking four of is older farmhands with him, leaving the youngest, fittest ones to protect Alice and his croft. They are armed with whatever farming implements there are around.
OOC: Is this all ok EQ?
It was cold outside, and it merely heightened Alexis’s anticipation. She clenched the crossbow tighter, “Where are we going?” whispered Maria glancing around fearfully with the baseball bat.
“I don’t know about y’all but I have family at the Lower East Side.” Came Marcus’s voice. He was one of the star football players on the team.
“So do I.” responded Alexis
Maria looked surprise “You live at the Lower East Side. Where?”
“The projects.”
“Oh yeah, I know you, you’re the only white girl there, AES, full of old folk right?” asked Marcus
“Yeah, AES. You?”
“Baurch.”
“You never told me you lived in the projects.” Maria said accusingly
“You never asked.”
“Anyway, we should head to the projects. I’ll get the others.” Marcus said
Alexis frowned, there was no point in going to the projects, there was nothing of value there. She didn’t particularly care about her brother. It wasn’t that she hated him or anything, but his life or death didn’t matter to her. She wasn’t going out of her way to rescue him. She had realized that many years back. One of her relatives had died; she had gone to her funeral and seen everyone crying. But she had felt nothing. Later that night as she lay awake she wondered what it would be like if her brother died. She thought about it, realized that it wouldn’t matter to her and rolled over and had gone to sleep.
On the other hand, the projects would be safer than where they were now with the fire and looters. Everyone avoided the projects, and she was sure to find weapons there. If she could get a group together they could go and do some forcible wealth redistribution. She grinned and felt her heart pound at the prospect of the coming bloodshed.
“All right, let’s go to the projects.”
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The projects were silent, and appeared to be mostly empty; it looked like everyone was out looting.
Alexis fell behind next to Marcus, “Marcus do you know people?”
“I’m talking to one right now, so I guess I must.” He responded drily
“No I mean to you know…you know people.” she placed emphasis on the word.
He looked amused “You mean gangbangers and gangsters right?”
“Well yes.”
“Yes I do. I was one for a while. Before I got the football scholarship. You know how it is.”
“Yeah I do. But to the point, can you get all the people you know together? A bunch of ivory tower Ivy Leaguers don’t really make up much in terms of muscle. You know for safety and stuff.”
He looked at her strangely “And why would they help us?”
“Survival. New York is ripping itself apart, and if we want to survive we need to band together.”
“Well I’ll talk to whoever I know.” He said dubiously
“Good.”
Orders
-Leave Columbia campus, head to Lower East Side Manhattan Housing Projects full of poor black people and white trash
-Collect a group of gangsters, gangbangers, thugs, drug dealers and criminals by appealing to baser instincts of survival and loot and violence. Use Marcus as intermediary.
-To secure loyalty lead them on looting spree targeting not just stores but houses and apartments of the wealthy as a form of forcible wealth redistribution
-Secure the housing projects which are basically a series of monolithic concrete apartment buildings by barricading strategic areas
“I don’t know about y’all but I have family at the Lower East Side.” Came Marcus’s voice. He was one of the star football players on the team.
“So do I.” responded Alexis
Maria looked surprise “You live at the Lower East Side. Where?”
“The projects.”
“Oh yeah, I know you, you’re the only white girl there, AES, full of old folk right?” asked Marcus
“Yeah, AES. You?”
“Baurch.”
“You never told me you lived in the projects.” Maria said accusingly
“You never asked.”
“Anyway, we should head to the projects. I’ll get the others.” Marcus said
Alexis frowned, there was no point in going to the projects, there was nothing of value there. She didn’t particularly care about her brother. It wasn’t that she hated him or anything, but his life or death didn’t matter to her. She wasn’t going out of her way to rescue him. She had realized that many years back. One of her relatives had died; she had gone to her funeral and seen everyone crying. But she had felt nothing. Later that night as she lay awake she wondered what it would be like if her brother died. She thought about it, realized that it wouldn’t matter to her and rolled over and had gone to sleep.
On the other hand, the projects would be safer than where they were now with the fire and looters. Everyone avoided the projects, and she was sure to find weapons there. If she could get a group together they could go and do some forcible wealth redistribution. She grinned and felt her heart pound at the prospect of the coming bloodshed.
“All right, let’s go to the projects.”
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The projects were silent, and appeared to be mostly empty; it looked like everyone was out looting.
Alexis fell behind next to Marcus, “Marcus do you know people?”
“I’m talking to one right now, so I guess I must.” He responded drily
“No I mean to you know…you know people.” she placed emphasis on the word.
He looked amused “You mean gangbangers and gangsters right?”
“Well yes.”
“Yes I do. I was one for a while. Before I got the football scholarship. You know how it is.”
“Yeah I do. But to the point, can you get all the people you know together? A bunch of ivory tower Ivy Leaguers don’t really make up much in terms of muscle. You know for safety and stuff.”
He looked at her strangely “And why would they help us?”
“Survival. New York is ripping itself apart, and if we want to survive we need to band together.”
“Well I’ll talk to whoever I know.” He said dubiously
“Good.”
Orders
-Leave Columbia campus, head to Lower East Side Manhattan Housing Projects full of poor black people and white trash
-Collect a group of gangsters, gangbangers, thugs, drug dealers and criminals by appealing to baser instincts of survival and loot and violence. Use Marcus as intermediary.
-To secure loyalty lead them on looting spree targeting not just stores but houses and apartments of the wealthy as a form of forcible wealth redistribution
-Secure the housing projects which are basically a series of monolithic concrete apartment buildings by barricading strategic areas
This'd be the 24 hour warning.
To those just joining us, I would request that you send orders of some sort to cover the time period of Update 1. If not, then we'll just throw you into things and I'll make assumptions of your actions for that first week.
To those just joining us, I would request that you send orders of some sort to cover the time period of Update 1. If not, then we'll just throw you into things and I'll make assumptions of your actions for that first week.
Amazing how time flies. This'd be the 4 hour warning.
Omega124
Challenging Fate
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