ClocktowerEchos

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Wal-World: Dead Stock – [Walmart Apocalypse Adventuring RP] [ENDED]

@Mercenary Lord Go for it then but would he have 2-3 more summons after this or will he have 1-2 summons after this? Clearing it up since my brain can't figure out which one, my bad.

Wal-World: Dead Stock – [Walmart Apocalypse Adventuring RP] [ENDED]

@Mercenary Lord You can defiantly use it against the biker horde but you won't get the big guy. Also, you sure you want to use what precious little you have this early? Shouldn't you be focused on trying to control the cart you've just been given responsibility for? :p

Corn on the Cob thread

The American Spring: An Alternate Present RP

@KeyguypersonIs there any specific date which IC starts or should we have it be in vague month terms?

Wal-World: Dead Stock – [Walmart Apocalypse Adventuring RP] [ENDED]

@Paradoxial@Aeonumbra@MonsieurShade@Mercenary Lord
New IC Post!

Wal-World: Dead Stock – [Walmart Apocalypse Adventuring RP] [ENDED]

“Who the fuck are you?” Lewis shouted as a haggard jackass jumped on the cart and tried to command him, “Don’t give me orders! I’m the one calling the shots here!”

With everyone on board (and an extra guess), the cart surged forward as Lewis floored the gas, leaving a trail of dust and exhaust, choking the a warrior who managed to crawl out of the bar fight. Shouting into his Wind Talker (some black box that allowed people to talk through the wind spirits provided the other person had one), he reported, “B-Bastrd getting a-away…. Ch-chase!”

Behind him a storm of hooves and wheels arrived. Mounted atop mutated steeds with mercenary Autoboyz in support, the horde chased after Lewis’s stolen cart. They split and made way for the largest of them to come in: a turbo-engined Steam Roller lovingly called “Waffle Iron”. Its grinder teeth stained an eternal red from the gore it sought.

Flashing a look behind him, Lewis cursed as he picked up the pistol dropped in his lap and threw a brick on the gas, “Topdweller! You drive!”

Leaving the man who never touched a cart in his life before in control of a rapidly accelerating vehicle was probably a terrible idea. But this wasn’t the worse. Lewis hoped the man had fast reflexes and learned even faster. He himself was getting ready to defend the cart.

Lasblaster in hand, he swung around and dangerously held on to the side of the cart. A pattering of arrows flew down around the cart, missing everyone on board but signaling that there were mounted archers tailing them. It also meant that mounted gunmen were likely which didn’t bode well in Lewis’s mind. Ideally the mounted gunners would be just as clueless as how to operate a gun like their idiot cousin in the bar.

Raising his gun as the cart began to shake and sweeter, throwing off his aim, “Hey! Keep the thing steady! They’re closing in!”

Right on cue, a motorized tricycle burst its way out of a side aisle, its driver jabbing at the exposed Bargain Hunter’s side. With a blast of his weapon, Lewis shot the man off his mount, causing him to land and slide along the floor with a sickening crunch and squelch.

Another wave of riders came in as an echoing thunder revved up and a voice shouted, “YOU SHOPLIFTERS CAN’T ESCAPE ME, WALLORD SKTROK! I SHALL HAVE YOUR HEAD ON A SPIKE AND TURN YOUR RIB CAGE AS MY GROAN SHEILD.”

Mildly disgusted, Lewis turned to the occupants of his vehicle that swerved wildly, “I hope you lot have something to hit them with! They’re coming in fast!” Turning the the Top-Dweller now desperately trying to hold the cart straight, “And you! Keep doing what you’re doing and don’t crash and kill us all!”

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OOC NOTES:
So, shit is happening and we're on the run now gents!
@Mercenary Lord I used my GM powers and have more or less forced your character into driving the cart now because I personally thought it would be hilarious. If you would prefer not to be in that role, I can change it out for someone else.
In general, the cart is now being surrounded by various mounted warriors on a whole lotta different mounts for you to try and pick off. Good Luck!

Clocku the GM and Illustrious Illuminator

The American Spring: An Alternate Present RP

The Lost Legion

Name of Faction:
The Lost Legion/The Forgotten (The Rats as an insult)

Platform: Populist - people who have become disenfranchised with the American Dream and believe themselves to be those who Lady Liberty left behind and those who were abandoned by nation such as the homeless, the impoverished and the imprisoned. They are not however to be confused with Communists.

Important Individuals:
Justin Adkins, the Homeless King
Alicia Woods-Adkins, the Homeless Queen
Commander Tyrell Jones
Commander Eric Donatello
Sec. Frank Abignail

Territory:
The North Eastern Seaboard, particularly in the major cities.

History
The Lost Legion was never born out of any grand political scheme or the desire to ignite some form of change, but instead for the simplest of all reasons: survival.

As order began to break down in cities and America began to fail, many found themselves forced into poverty. Those already in poverty found themselves devoid of any possessions and forced on to the streets. It was these homeless who found themselves flooding parks and streets. When protests and riots broke out, they fled into sewers and subways to hide from the chaos above.

Among the needy arose a man named Just Adkins, self styled “Homeless King”. He found himself at the head of a growing horde of needy people who now began to call for the heads of those who abandoned them in favor of the rich, the corporations, the bureaucracy.

As the situation in America deteriorated more and more, Adkins and his “Forgotten” became more and more active, making themselves known. At first it was public preaching as they lacked resources to do much else. Soon they gained support and with support came resources. They took their message online where tens of thousands became exposed to the Forgotten. Many of those would join them in person or in spirit as informants and agents in other places as America was on its last legs. Their web grew, their influence reaching more and more places, gaining the sympathy masses.

Then, when America fell, the Forgotten took the streets in the looting and arming that so many others did. But when they raided police stations and armories, they found little resistance. They found supporters in people who worked in such places and they weakened the resistance if not just allowed the Forgotten to waltz on in.

Now armed, Adkins sought to increase his newly christened “Lost Legion” (a name given to them from an online user) even more. Through various gang contacts, he secured the cooperations of the various organized crime mobs and rackets but under the condition that he free the prisoners within his growing realm. If he freed the prisoners, they would keep them in line. The only problem was that despite all their influence, the Lost Legion hadn’t convinced any prisons meaning that they would have to fight their way into them.

The first real taste of battle saw a wave of screaming men and women in cobbled together and looted equipment attack prisons like a particularly violent LARP group. In all, little over a hundred people lost their lives in the prison battles but the prisoners were free. And so the north eastern syndicates where pleased, swearing allegiance to the Lost Legion as cities and towns began to fly their flag, the Forlorn Banner: America may have forgotten them back then, but America will certainly remember them now.

Military Forces:
Having nothing to loose and everything to gain, the Lost Legion knows what true suffering is like. Made up of desperate people and homeless veterans, their ranks are quiet nicely padded with a mass of militia and an more professional-like elite corps of former veterans. Having gotten used to the struggles of poverty and homelessness, their soldiers are tough and durable. They fight like cornered rats, and the Lost Legion has many, many rats.

The Lost Legion’s primary tactics involve two things, Surprise and Numbers. Lost Legion soldiers will often preform “subterranean uprisings” which they crawl out of subway tunnels and sewers in force to overwhelm the enemy. While formerly homeless vets have given the Lost Legion a solid base of leadership and seasoned soldiers, they lack the ex-US Military support that other factions do meaning that they are very reliant on small unit tactics and have otherwise simple large scale strategies.

Influence is also a more unconventional weapon used by the Forgotten. The Forlorn Banner attracts many who are desperate but don’t wish to be enslaved to the communists or other factions. They are rumored to have agents everywhere and sympathizers in places where they do not.

Masters at repurposing, rebuilt vehicles can often be seen in the use of the Lost Legion: old school buses being used as APCs, trains being turned into underground tanks, catapults mounted on the backs of pick up trucks, tractor trailers being used as giant rams or mobile bunkers. And while individually most of the Lost Legion is under equipped, they grit their teeth and continue on anyways. What good is living when you have nothing to live for?

The American Spring: An Alternate Present RP

@Jpp188 Wait, I thought that Mexico and Canada remain the same as they do irl by whats said in @Keyguyperson's OP.

The American Spring: An Alternate Present RP

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The idea for me was two have two bases, one in Arizona and one in Alaska with a potential Russian Connection coming through sometime in the roleplay, but I don't mind setting up a chapter in that area as one of the three chapters I will be starting out with.

@Sovi3t

Going off of what @The Spectre said, having two bases with a massive amount of land between them doesn't seem like a wise idea. That's a lot of land which you can't control thorugh which you must travel and communicate by meaning its easy for someone to screw with you. Plus, if the base in AZ falls or is under attack, good luck trying to get any help from Alaska down in time. How would your people even form their faction though with such a distance? Did you repeatly send diplomats or something over wild air space or something? There's a reason why nations in history tend not to have holdings in distant far off lands unless they were attempting to colonize.