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"Aftermath" (closed, but feel free to read along)

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"Aftermath" (closed, but feel free to read along)

(OOC: Ditto!)

"So ... after you and I produce a baby," King asked hesitantly, "...presuming your father allows it...?"

"He will," Annie told him confidently, clarifying confidently, "Allow it. I'll see to it."

A sharp gust of wind in the sails that suddenly tilted the boat significantly drew Annie's attention, and only after they got total control of it again did she look back to King with a solemn expression. "A year, possibly two, after I bear your child, I will have to breed with Paul and produce a child with him. That's ... that's just our custom."

She studied King a moment, then asked, "Do you still want to be with me, King...? Still want to make a baby with me?"

Need help with using DICE ROLL generator

@Mae Thank you. I'll check out the RP for which you gave me a link. I haven't been putting a lot of time into this RP idea simply because I can't find an easy way to work it. Maybe your ideas will help me.

Thanks.

"Rebuild" (closed right now, but opening soon, I hope)

REBUILD

The Zombie Apocalypse Begins

NOTE: At the moment, this role play is closed to KingOfNowhere. We are going to test it out – sort of a beta test – before I consider opening it to other players.

The Story

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A rabies-like virus has exploded across the city, turning a small portion of the population into ravenous, flesh-devouring cannibals. Of the population:

• 5% have become these creatures, called DarkStalkers.
• 15% are still alive and in hiding. (This number grows smaller with every passing day.)
• The remaining 80% have already been killed and eaten upon by the DarkStalkers. Their ravaged corpses lie about the city, rotting away.

The DarkStalkers

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DarkStalkers are called this because:

• During the dark of nighttime or in the deep shadows during the daytime, they are quick moving, nimble, fierce creatures. (Imagine the Dark Seekers from the movie, "I Am Legend".)
• In the daylight, though, they are slow moving creatures that -- while still dangerous in great numbers or enclosed spaces -- are much slower and less agile. (Imagine the Zombies from the television series, "The Walking Dead".)

The DarkStalkers are not exactly big thinkers:

• They don't understand door handles and other such devices.
• They can't distinguish between a wall and a door that might be in that wall, and if they use the latter at all, it's only because it was unlocked and open and they incidentally pushed it open.
• They don't crawl under objects (such as automobiles) or through tight spaces (like gaps between automobiles) to seek prey, unless they have direct line-of-sight of that prey through those gaps.
• They have other such characteristics that will come to light soon enough.

Your beginning situation:

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You are one of the lucky few who have survived. You and 4 other survivors – henceforth known as Player Characters (PCs) – are safe inside the city's Police Department. These PCs are:

• You, the Sheriff. You begin the story as the Leader of your Community.
• 2 Deputies:
  
  • 1 is a Male, for whom you will perform die rolls and write roleplay text.
  • 1 is a Female, for whom we share performance of die rolls (explained more later) but for whom I will generally write roleplay text.
• 2 inmates:
  
  • 1 is a Male, for whom you perform die rolls and write roleplay text.
  • 1 is a Female, for whom we share performance of die rolls (explained more later) but for whom I will generally write roleplay text.
  • Note: The list above is for my initial writing partner, KingOfNowhere. If you are another writer who I welcome to the story later, none of this applies to you; we will figure out something for you, I promise.

Over time, you will welcome more Survivors to your Community. These new folk can become PCs if you wish to roleplay them or NPCs – Non- Player Characters – if you wish them to simply be extra bodies to perform tasks … or act as sacrificial lambs for hungry DarkStalkers.

Because you are in the Police Station, you have firearms, ammunition, body armor, and -- for now -- security.

Unfortunately, you only have enough food for a week or so. You're also going to run out of other expendables: first aid supplies, medications, etc. To get more, you'll have to go out into the city to find them.

While you begin with electrical power, water supply, sewer service, etc., these services may fail at some point. If you want them back, you're going to have to figure something out, aren't you? Maybe you'll find a Builder, Technician, Scientist, etc.

Your PC’s Roles:

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Your survivors have Primary and Secondary Roles, including but not limited to:
These Roles include:

• Leaders: lead the Community, duh.
• Fighters: protect the Community.
• Builders: build perimeter barriers, reclaim properties, construct infrastructure, and more.
• Preachers, Bartenders, and (sexual) Companions: increase happiness.
• Recruiters: recruiting newly discovered Survivors.
• Scouts: investigate new areas, locating Survivors and Resources, as well as hordes of DarkStalkers.
• Scientists: research things that improve the Community.
• Technicians: build and operate things, such as power and water sources and much more.
• Doctors, Nurses, and Field Medics: fix the injured, duh.
• And more to be added later.

Your PC’s Skills:

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Your PC's success depends on their Skill Level:

• Each PC is initially identified by a Role for which they have a higher than average Skill Level.
• Skill levels may be increased through experience.
• They may also be increased by education after you Community reclaims a school and gains Teachers.

Die Roll Basics:

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• Die Rolls are central to the game portion of the roleplay.
• For simplicity's sake, we use only a 6-sided die (1d6), though:
  
  • Sometimes, you may roll more than one die: 2d6, 5d6, etc.
  • And sometimes, you may have a modifier that will add to or take from the roll's result: 1d6+3 or 2d6-4.
• Many actions taken by PCs will require 2 separate die rolls:
  
  • The first may establish the success or failure of the mission.
  • The second may establishes the magnitude of that success or failure.
• Generally speaking:
  
  • A low die roll is bad and a high roll is good.
  • At times, though, the opposite is true.

Scouting Die Rolls:
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• Scouts work alone, without Fighter protection, to maintain silence. (This may change later.)
• Scouts investigate areas of different size, from single rooms to full building floors to entire city blocks. The number of DarkStalkers, resources, and/or Survivors are often magnified with the larger size of areas investigated.
• Scouts may discover DarkStalkers, resources, and/or additional Survivors in the same location. (Obviously, if DarkStalkers and Survivors are in the same location, the latter must be hiding or trapped.)

Scouting can be as much as a 4-die roll process:

• Roll for a "Taking a Peek".
• Roll for actual "Scouting".
• Roll for "Recovery" if injured.
• Roll for "DarkStalkers Discovered" if such exist.

Taking a Peek:
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[*]Performed from the safe side of the secured perimeter, meaning the Scout can't be harmed or killed.
[*]A Scout can only roll "Taking a Peek" once per day, and no other Scout may roll for it for the same space/area in that same day.
[*]Roll 1d6 and subtract from the PC's Scouting Skill Level:

• <3: Peek is inconclusive.
• 3: Scout spots DarkStalkers. Skip to "DarkStalkers Discovered".
• 4: Scout spots evidence of Survivors. Skip to "Scouting" (if you wish to do that).
• 5: Scout spots resources. Skip to "Scouting" (if you wish to do that).

Scouting: Roll 1d6 and add +1 modifier for each Scouting Skill Level >5:

• 1: Attacked and killed by DarkStalkers. (Skip "Recovery" and "DarkStalkers Discovered": you're dead!)
• 2: Attacked and injured by DarkStalkers before escaping; no time to investigate for Survivors or Resources.
• 3: Attacked and injured by DarkStalkers before escaping; discovered Resources but had no time to salvage.
• 4: Attacked by DarkStalkers but escaped without injury; discovered Resources but only salvaged what you could carry.
• 5: NO DarkStalkers; discovered Survivors. Perform "Recruitment" roll (found below).
• 6: NO DarkStalkers; discovered Resources. Roll for "Salvage" (found below).

Recovery: This is the one of those cases where a bigger die roll is bad. Roll and modify as described:

• Roll 3d6 and modify for EACH of the following:
  
  • -2 if you have a trained Medic or Nurse.
  • -2 if you have a Surgeon.
  • -2 if you have reclaimed a Clinic and have a Surgeon.
  • -2 if you have reclaimed a Hospital and have a Surgeon.
• AFTER modifiers:
  
  • 12+: you die of your injuries or infection.
  • 11: you are permanently disabled; no more Scouting.
  • 10 or less: this is the number of days you are out of action.

"DarkStalkers Discovered": This is another case of where bigger rolls are bad. Round fractions down:

• 1d6: a single room.
• 2d6: An apartment, home, or small office.
• 3d6: An open, multi-floor building (such as a warehouse or commercial building). Apartment buildings and such are usually divided by closed doors. Common sense must be applied to determine whether you are rolling for an "apartment" or a "multi-floor building".
• 4d6: A city block.

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Obviously, not done yet.

"Rebuild" (closed right now, but opening soon, I hope)

(Coming)

"Aftermath" (closed, but feel free to read along)

Annie's heart was pounding after telling King that she preferred to have him deflower her, opposed to Paul having the privilege. She was sure he would laugh at her; she was a girl, innocent and naive about so many things, particularly the ways of sex and love.

Instead, King said, "I'm honored, Annie. I really am. I, um ... You're a beautiful young woman, Annie. And ... like I said ... I'd be honored to, um ... how do I put this...? Honored to be with you."

Be with you. Annie had never heard it put that way before. Of course, she'd only ever talked about her upcoming coming of age and the associated, impending loss of her virginity with her father and Tyka, the Clan's match maker.

Well, no, that wasn't true, she remembered suddenly. Annie had had an intimate conversation, followed by a very intimate physical exchange, with one of the young women in Black Rock some time back. Annie and her father had been in the village to the northeast for, of all things, Bran's breeding with one of Black Rock's fertile women. The two teens had shared the other girl's bed, shared a giggling conversation about what her father was doing, then shared the pleasures of soft lips and probing fingers.

It had been a wondrous moment for Annie, one she'd wanted to repeat again on a subsequent visit to Black Rock. Knowing that she and the three men on this mission were heading for the village had caused her to think about the other girl several times. Ironically, every time she recalled that incredible time, Annie looked to King and imagined him causing her such pleasures in both similar and very different ways.

King chuckled, seemingly embarrassed about the ongoing conversation, telling her, "I don't think your father would be very happy with me screwing up the plans he and your match maker have for you."

Annie considered responding with You might be surprised. Bran was all too aware of his daughter's dislike for Paul and, obviously, her preference that he never lay between her thighs, filling her with his seed. Annie had never actually told Bran this outright, of course; she would never disappoint him by bucking the Clan's customs. But still, he knew.

At the same time, Annie's actions regarding King had made it clear that she liked him, and again, while she hadn't said it out loud, the man had to know of Annie's attraction to the man. How could a father miss that?

"That being said," King continued, "I would love to be your lover."

Annie's lips spread in a wide smile of delight as a chill ran up her spine and gooseflesh erupted over her arms and legs. She responded with a simple but blunt, "Me, too."

Motion attracted her attention, and looking toward the other boat, Annie found her father gesturing northward to a point of land much as she had the day before toward the threatening storm.

"Black Rock," she said, nodding her head toward the point to draw King's attention to it. "It's just on the other side of that point. That point is Black Rock, actually ... the source of the name. It's called obsidian. We make arrowheads out of it."

She carefully tossed one of her arrows to King, continuing, "Humans have been making arrow and spear points and knives and other sharp edged tools from obsidian for thousands of years. That's what I'm told, anyway. It's one of Black Rock's most important products, 'cause there's not a lot of known obsidian beds. Here and another spot to the north, plus one on the other side of the island, beyond the Great Lake."

Seeing Bran and Paul tacking to the northwest, Annie instructed King to begin the same thing. Once they were on course again, she turned her attention back to King. Knowing she was being forward but not caring, she informed the man of her lustful dreams, "I come of age in three moons. There will be a ceremony ... and ... after that..."

Annie didn't think she had to actually finish that sentence; King surely knew where she was going with it. Still being blunt, she told the man with firmness, "By then, I will have convinced my father that -- as I do now -- he should be excited about you being min første ... my first."

She glanced toward the other boat, this time toward the man who, for at least three years, had imagined that it would be he who made a woman of Annie. Knowing how this would affect him and yet not caring, Annie said, "Paul will have to wait for his turn."

She wasn't really thinking about what King might think about her meaning when she said he'd have to wait his turn. Even though Annie wanted her first breeding to be with King, she would still be obligated to birth a child with Paul one day soon, perhaps two or three years from now. King didn't know the particulars of her Clan's genetic diversity culture, so he couldn't know that most of the females of the Clan would have at least one child with at least three different unrelated males.

Often, a female would have a male or female child with a male, then have a second child in an attempt to produce a child of the other gender. This didn't happen all the time, obviously; there were many couplings that had resulted in two or three children of the same gender. These genetically similar children of the same gender weren't really needed in a single village, of course, so there was a second custom in which some children were adopted to families of other villages. This wasn't a mandatory thing, of course; many women were unwilling to give away a child, and in such cases, no demands were made. Honestly, Annie only knew of two women who'd ever chosen to do this, and -- because of the honor bestowed upon them for their sacrifice -- neither of them had suffered deeply emotional distress for what they did.

"Aftermath" (closed, but feel free to read along)

"I don't know much about what happened way back when," King told Annie. "I don't think anyone does."

Annie had no reason not to believe him; she was an intelligent, fast-learning girl, but she lacked an understanding of the world that had once been, so there was little to no way for her to question what might have come before.

Soon, they were again on the water on the way to rescue the girl from King's boat. Annie had smiled with delight when her father told King to ride with her, and now out on the gentle waves, she was doing as he was, dividing her attention between the other boat and her boatmate.

"So ... can you tell me more about this ... breeding custom of yours...?" King asked.

The question surprised Annie, then caused her to blush as she recalled flashing herself to him the night before. Oh sure, each of the three men had had the chance to see her, but Annie had done it for King's benefit. (Bran and Paul had each seen Annie in her underclothes over the years while she swam with others in the surf down from the village; and once, she and several of the girls had been skinny dipping in a hot spring while on an overnight hunting trip and had been caught by some of the men, including Paul.)

King continued, "I mean ... I've seen my share of customs when it comes to marriage, raising families, and the like. But this is the first time I've heard of a match maker arranging breeding ... as opposed to marriages."

This didn't surprise Annie. Her village and several others across Southern Greenland worked together in what King had described as a breeding custom, ensuring that their populations created genetic diversity. But there were other villages, most of them farther to the north or on the islands to the west of Greenland's extreme north.

"Can you tell me more about it...?" King continued. "...and ... if it's not private ... personal ... can you tell me about you and Paul? I mean ... how do you feel about that?"

Annie turned her face away at the mention of Paul, fearing King would see her grimace. When she looked back, she told him bluntly, "Paul wasn't my choice. Tyka chose him. She chose him, and my father approved. But ... I'd rather..."

She hesitated, drawing and releasing a deep breath as she considered whether she should say what was on her mind. Feeling bold, she confessed, "I'd rather it was you."

"Aftermath" (closed, but feel free to read along)

The next sunrise:

Annie was the first of the four to stir, sitting up tall to study the three men for a moment before gingerly slipping out of the bed. She repeated her actions from the previous night in reverse, shedding the sleeping gown to stand there in only her panties before donning her clothes once more.

After tying up her boots, Annie fed the fire just enough kelp wood to heat a small pot of mate, then headed outside to pee. It was a beautiful morning, quite surprising as the previous evening had come to a close as a potentially dangerous storm.

Finding a rookery on a nearby cliff, Annie stole one egg from each of eight different nests, carrying them carefully in her pack back to the camp, where she found the others up and around.

“Breakfast,” she announced, pulling out the eggs.

The bedding was once again rolled up, the fire again stoked, and slices of hare in whale oil were already cooking in a pan. Annie scrambled the eggs, distributed them, and after everyone had finished, she gathered the plates and forks.

“Will you help me wash the dishes, King?” Annie asked as she exited the tent.

“Take the bed roll, since you're going that way,” Bran said, gesturing toward it. “Paul and I will take down the tent.”

Paul looked a bit sour at the distribution of work, specifically the way it put his lust interest together with his rival. He didn't argue it, though, instead smothering the small fire with dirt before heading out to begin pulling up stakes.

At the shore, Annie waited for a wave to recede, then rinsed the dishware off in a pool of salt water in a small depression. She nodded King’s attention to the sea, which had calmed so much since last they were on it.

“I'm always amazed at how quickly Mother Nature can show her power in one moment … her ability to so easily kill you if she chooses to do so,” she mused, “then, the next moment, show her beauty … her peacefulness … the side that cherishes life.”

“The Elders of our village don't talk about the world as it was before,” she went on. “I know there was a sickness … and a war.”

She didn't speak of global warming because, surprisingly, she knew nothing of it. Annie knew that her home had, once upon a time, had a great amount of snow and ice, but the concept that Greenland had once been covered by hundreds of feet of ice sheets and glaciers was foreign to her.

“Papa won't tell me about what happened,” Annie said, looking to King expectantly. She didn't ask him to tell her more, but it was in her eyes.

"Aftermath" (closed, but feel free to read along)

“I didn't mean to be a problem, Bran,” King said after a moment of thought. “If you ask, I will maintain my distance from Annie.”

Bran’s immediate thought was Yes, please, do that. He was still unsure about King's presence in his community; there were simply too many unknowns. But just as quickly as he'd thought that, a second and then third thought came to him: No, we need you here, I think. You're a good man from what I've seen so far, , followed quickly by And Annie likes you, you make her happy, which makes ME happy, and even though I barely know you, I think I'd rather have you ‘deflower’ my child over that prick Paul.

Bran almost laughed at that thought but contained himself.

King added, “All you have to do is ask.”

Bran delayed responding to King by indicating the need to tack again. They swung the stern of the boat to port, aiming the bow away from the shore. Bran looked to the other boat, finding its crew mirroring the action, then looked to King as the man adjusted the lines to maximize the power of the wind against the sail.

“I won't ask that of you,” he said when the other man looked at him again. “My daughter seems to enjoy your company. And…”

Bran considered speaking to King about his daughter’s likely desire to breed with him, as well as his own uncertainties as to whether or not he disapproved of it. In the end, Bran finished with a simple, “It's fine.”

A whistle sounded across the water, drawing Bran’s attention to the other boat. He found his daughter excitedly pointing north. He crouched down enough to follow her gesture under the boom.

“We need to get to shore,” Bran told King with some urgency. He drew the other man's attention to the dark clouds on the horizon to the north. “It'll be here in a couple of hours, maybe less. We don't want to be out here.”

Bran had noticed the increasing wind speed, but until an eastern tack had taken them out far enough to see past the point to the north of them, he'd failed to notice the building storm. He felt stupid and even a bit irresponsibly reckless for not having noticed the danger earlier.

It took nearly an hour to reach shore, despite having only been three or four miles off shore; they’d been outside a line of cliffs when Annie pointed out the storm, and it had taken a half dozen tacks to get them to a section of open beach.

Once ashore, they hurried to pull the boats up to safety, then – even farther up the shore where they found ground firm enough to hold the tent stakes – quickly raised a hide tent. It was already pouring down by the time they were secure inside. Over the next hour, the wind got worse, howling and threatening to rip the stakes out of the ground.

“We'll be okay,” Bran reassured King. “We've survived worse storms than this in this tent.”

Annie untied the bed rolls, laying out the layers with Paul's help while Bran built a fire using the seasoned tinder and kelp logs they'd brought with them. Digging a shallow ditch around the interior where the tent’s walls meet the ground, they were able to keep the rain falling on and near the tent from reaching the one large bed that the four of them were meant to share.

“I'm tired,” Annie announced once all the preparation for bedtime was done. Moving to stand with her back to the three men, she very quickly shed everything but her panties, before kneeling to retrieve a long sleeping gown from her bag, don it, then turn back to her tent mates. Looking between the men from her village with whom she'd shared a bed on campouts before, Annie asked in their first tongue, “Jeg tror jeg sover mellem jer to, ikke?”

King couldn't know that the girl had asked I guess I'm sleeping between you two, yes? As her father threw back the bedding and the three of them began settling in, he would probably figure it out, though.

“Take the edge nearest the fire,” Bran told King. The man smiled, explaining, “You're as close to a gæst … a guest … as we've ever had, so…”

Paul – who realized that the sleeping arrangement put the newcomer next to him – gave Bran a nervous look, then whispered, “Are we sure that he isn't sick … infected?”

“No,” Bran said without hesitation; he'd decided that it was necessary to give King the benefit of the doubt when this trip was first conceived. Knowing that it would bug Paul to no end, Bran said, “We could always put me outside you and King next to Annie.”

Paul looked to the young woman who he hoped to soon be fucking, finding her smiling playfully. He grimaced, saying as he prepared for bed, “No … it's fine.”

Annie’s smile was replaced by an over dramatized pouting of her bottom lip, followed by a giggle. She was the first to be settled down in bed, saying, "Godnat, Papa. Godnat, Paul.” Then sitting up to make eye contact with her new crush, Annie finished, “Goodnight, King.”

Need help with using DICE ROLL generator

I want to GM a simple post-apocalyptic RP inspired by the Android (phone) game, “Rebuild”.

It would involve the player(s) rolling a d6 for each character who takes an action on that turn; not every character takes an action on every turn.

An example might be that a character “scouts” a (city) block and their d6 roll results could include:

• d6=1: attacked, injured; roll d6 for days in hospital.
• d6=2: attacked, no injury; no new information learned about block.
• and so on up to d6=6: discovered (whatever) and scavenged it.

My goal here is for it to be quick and easy for the player to make their dice roll, then write a narrative.

Can anyone give me some advice and/or links to RPs that have used similar processes that I can review?