BigPapaBelial

The Demon Within (modern day demons role play)

Interest shown.

I think I have an idea already in mind too.

Disaster survival intchk

OOC Thread is here.

Go there if you still want in, and weigh in on our first discussion.

Truculent Nature, Before During and After Disaster

[i]Nature can be kind, giving us a cool breeze, warm waters and sunny skies. Nature can give us pure waters to drink and the bounty of the to sustain ourselves on. Earth, water, fire and wind can open the way to great prosperity.

But Nature can also be a fickle bitch. Cool breeze can become freezing wind. Warm waters can turn into boiling sulfurous lakes, and sunny skies can turn dark with biting storms. But it's the ground that can be most dangerous. Shifting earth, tearing apart land, city and civilization alike with the force of tectonic motion. The ground splitting to let lose the hot inner blood of lava and magma through volcanic action. Or causing water to raise high, and plunge mankind into a wet, heavy darkness of the tsunami.[/i]

I'm not sure how I came up with that blurb.

Alright.

So, as a group we need to come up with somewhere for this to occur first. That's our first mission. After that will be character sheets.

So let's hear ideas.

I am seriously thinking about ding our own rendition about the much anticipated "Big One" in California. The one that really causes damage.

That's just me.

Disaster survival intchk

That is a good option. We'll keep that in mind.

At the moment is it almost midnight for me. I believe we have enough people to atleast consider putting an OOC up. I'll get that tomorrow.

We can do somemore discussion on potential places for this to occur. And try to come up with a character template so we can put characters together.

Disaster survival intchk

I may as well give this a bump.

Disaster survival intchk

Huh, well that's one, would like 1 more maybe 2 before we switch this over to an OOC thread.

Thinking this will be in casual, but run mid to high casual.

Disaster survival intchk

Inspired by the Sumatran, Thai and Japanese tsunami/earthquake disasters and the stories of survival that came out of them

I usually write these pretty short stories about my ideas when I put up an interest check. To show what I envision the RP to be about.

But in all honesty I can't for this idea. It may still be too soon for these disasters, and the loss of life and property that came with them. Lives in the millions were lost, people missing. Husbands, wives, children, sons and daughters. Some of us live in landlocked areas, and will probably never know the devastation of a tsunami strike.

But I propose we try to imagine it, in our own way. No heroes, no villains, no people trying to get rich off suffering, or supermen who just got swept 3 miles from where you were with the ability to wade back in hours.

In a nutshell we will pick a location that is likely to be hit by a earthquake/tsunami event, RP the days before leading up to the event itself. RP the actual event, what happens to our characters when the waters hit and likely destroyed what you might own or where you might work. Then after the waves, RP how we might go about survival until help arrives. Did you lose your family? Are they still alive? Can you find them? Were you a lone hiker, and now can't get home? Were you a policeman or a fireman and now you need to figure out how to help?

We can discuss things like Character sheets and things like that later. I right now just want to see if there is interest in the idea.

Assassin's Creed: Shadows of the Sands

I shall be keeping an eye on this. Being a fan of Assassin's Creed since the first game I'm always down for something like this.

Juggernauts (BigPapaBelial and kingkonrad) IC

Nolan made his way up the ladders and short flights of stairs, letting Andrew by when they reached the platform. He unslung his rifle, and set it up, resting it on the platform, then brought out the customized camo he had made, a length of tarp, with bits of cardboard treated to looking like the metal of the cooling tower. One rule was to always blend in with your environment. Snipers in urban environments would pull pieces of trash over them to hide them, they'd hide around corners, positioning themselves so they would be shooting through loopholes in rubble and debris. Nolan had the foresight to try and make himself something that looked natural to the environment, atleast at first glance. If someone on the ground looked hard enough and long enough they'd be able to discern the outline of a man under the tarp in comparison to the rusting steel of the cooling tower. But it'd do for awhile. He snuggled up under the tarp, then grabbed up his rifle.

They started going through ranges, he swiveled his rifle to each point checking the distance through the scope. Andrew called out six hundred meters at the top of the hill, "Yep six hundred, just about on the dot." He let the crosshair of the scope fall to the puddle, he had to make an adjustment to his dials abit at that point, "Yeah five oh two, you're right I can make it for five hundred at that point." He checked the card when Andrew put it down, running through the numbers in his head really quick, "Looks good." He reached into his pack under the tarp, he had three magazines of 4 differant types of ammo in there. Raufoss penetrating, 12.7 Armor Piercing, 12.7 FMJ and a new little thing the CIA decided to let them try, EXACTO proto-type ammo. Supposedly it is fire-and-forget, fin and internal gyro stablized technology. He had heard it was in development, didn't think it was ready for field testing. He didn't intend to use it, but who knows it might come in handy. The little laser designator attached to the side rail of his .50 would key in it's guidance systems. If he used it. He found one of the Armor Piercing magazines and carefully slotted it into the rifles receiving port. He drew the bolt, sliding a round into the chamber, "Ready to roll. Be safe down there. I don't want to have to come rescue you again so soon." He grinned at his partner as he made room for him to head down to the ground.

He tracked his friend through his scope, keeping an eye on him, not wanting to leave it to chance at all. There was too much at stake for them to bungle this up. He smiled though, then keyed in his radio, "A minimum in terms of noise you say, talking to the guy with one of the loudest guns in existence." He chuckled a little over the radio then clicked clear.

Juggernauts (BigPapaBelial and kingkonrad) IC

Nolan tossed his PP2000 up onto the top of the wall, then with a soft grunt leapt up and caught the edge. Combat gloves giving him purchase, and he kicked up and atop the wall. He grabbed his SMG, scanning the area around them quickly through the holosight atop it. He then hopped down. landing in a half crouched position. He spun in slow 360 degree turns, scanning the dark hall carefully. He could hear metal creaking, wood groaning, the sound of a place on it's last legs, starting to fall apart bit by bit, day by day, year by year. The Soviets had left it when they pulled out, and no one had bothered to try and keep the entire complex up.

He turned, pointing his weapon at the sound of something clattering and following the sound of something skittering off. He grumbled, "The Army sends up to all the fashionable parties..." He turned back around again, falling back into step with Andrew. Then got into a low crouch at the sound of an engine. He froze and blended into the darkness as best he could in his ghille. He marshalled his breath and whispered, "Come on...pass by...pass by..." He winced when it came true that the truck stopped just like Andrew thought, "Crap crap crap..." He raised his PP-2000 up, sighting on one of the cab's occupants and almost shot immediately upon seeing the hostages, "No...damn it..." He was about to pull the trigger, but then lowered his gun, "Yeah...no shot...blast...I don't like leaving this...but the shot on the HVT is more important you're right." He waited, watching, weapon ready to jump up again.

He knew Death, Nolan the Sniper, and the Angel of Death were close friends. Nolan had left alot of gifts for the fictional myth of an entity through out the years with the long distance touch of a rifle round to the chest, or a shot to the head. Yeah, Death and Nolan were not unknown to each other at all. So he watched the whole thing, an angry look on his face as the shot rang out and the hostages dropped. He breathed a sigh and shook his head, "Bastards...everyone of them...they all deserve a shot to the dome...execution style...no last rites...everyone of them." He followed Andrew up, spitting on the ground as if to rid himself of the taste and thoughts of the murderers. He moved on, watching the back as usual.

They left the bodies, though Nolan wanted dearly to move them to give them some kind of respect. But he knew that wouldn't do, wouldn't do at all. If someone happened to come this way, and see the bodies moved, it'd be a give away that someone was near. They left them and moved on.

They reached an area they could see the cooling tower, and he looked up at it, removing his ghille hood briefly and wiping some of the sweat off his face, "Well don't that look like shit...gonna be cramped up there once we're there. Just be glad you get to come down, I need to stay up there to have a bead on everything." He waited a second or two as they reached the courtyard. He threw himself into a crouching run, trying to get across the open space as quickly and as quietly and as unobtrusively as he could. Once across he took a side of the door, then once Andrew had gave the door a boot he took the lead, sweeping into the room, SMG raised to his shoulder, scanning the room beyond. He scanned his sectors. Checked walkways and corners, a small tapped on combat light on the left side of his PP-2000 let him see a little better, but the slim beam didn't provide alot of illumination, which was totally on purpose really. He was just finishing up a quick circuit of the room when Andrew called out about the stairs. He joined him then nodded, "When in doubt...go up." He followed Andrew this time, through the door, past the graffitti, onto the second floor.

There a bunch of offices, and a long, ratty corridor, and finally a hatch up onto the roof. He breached the hatch first, and lead the way up top. He crouched just off the ladder up, scanning the area, having let his PP-2000 swing, and having replaced it with the heavy long barreled TAC-50 now. He swept the roof carefully, he had fitted a canted iron sight to the side of the 12.7mm rifle, wasn't the best outfit, but better then looking through the high power scope atop it. He waved Andrew up and stepped out and away from the ladder up. He sniffed and motioned towards a steel walkway that lead out to the cooling tower over at the end of the rooftop, "There's out way up...that stairway up the side of the tower though is an iffy thing though isn't it?" He started towards the tower. He reached the ladder and stair combination that would allow them to get up the tower, "Better if I head up first, this way you don't need to jump over me when you have to come down." He lead the way up carefully, "How long do we have until our marks arrive?"