Foster

RWBY

The answer: RWBY + JNPR, minus W = 7.

Wiess Schnee and seven of her best friends against the world.

Which is odd, Wiess is the shortest one.

I dare someone to ship that.

The Walking Dead - Northwards

reganza said
Im not sure cellphones would work, in TWD show there were few places with electricity. Not sure how you would even charge it. Realize its been a year.

Three years, IIRC.
they were at Nighthawk for a good three months, the school for about five months afterwards... huh, guess it was only a year...

Captain Shelton said
Also, KOKO, if you want a gun, you could just scavenge it from a home. Plenty of civilians own AR15s and (semi auto) FN SCARs.

Or Mosin Nagants, M1 Garands, shit-tons of M1 carbines in the Midwest, M1903s, Enfields, Remington 700, Wincester Model 60 Mk V, stumbled across a Krag-Springfield not too long ago, even.

Oh, and surplus G1 rifles.

Oh, and M1A/M14 rifles... they kinda hit surplus-shelves mighty-quick during the vietnam war. NRA/CMP was like: If you don't want 'em anymore, we'll buy 'em, and any spare-parts lying around too...
-the M1A was pretty much a reverse-engineered direct-copy using machine-tools/parts/dies from the gov't issued rifles.

The Walking Dead - Northwards

I know, crudpost is crud.

Meanwhile: Nisqually Winds Mountain house; Mt Rainer, Washington:

Mr Cunningham walked out the front-balcony of the service-center/chatue, and breathed-in the surrunding landscape.

Racked behind his neck was a rifle, one of those blackpowder revolver jobbies. He yawned. and peered through a spotting-scope mounted to the railing.

In front of him, laid a seasonal-road... seasonal had it been kept under maintnance. These days it was not, and he would have to wait even longer for the winter snow to clear and the mud to dry; he could just walk, but then he'd leave most of his things behind.

On the road was crawler, one of the many shamblers he'd run-over while driving here, or had been crippled when he decided to sacrifice a building to a gas-explosion to thin the local population. No matter how they came here, the winter-thaw and mud had slowed their approach to such a point that he could easily dispatch them... provided he was ready for it. Besides, this broke the monotony of being apparently the last man on earth... he chuckled at the idea of him being a 'man'... he was just a kid, now a few years older.

Zooming in on one, he saw one of the first horse-flies spring out of dormancy, buzzing around its head with impunity, crawling in its nose, laying more maggots, and crawling out, basking in the sunlight, then finding another place to nibble on...

Three years ago: West Coast Armory Indoor range; Bellvue, Washington:

"Hey, 'eagel-eyes' if you're so great, why not hit that fly?"

Back at St Clarence academy, his attention to detail, straight-laced attitude, and minor indian heritage, had earned him the derisive nickname 'Eagle-eye'... they were on the target-range with a few classmates, trying-out for the local indoor gun-range with air-rifles in the mid-july heat, the AC broke-down and with two dozen bodies inside a confined space things heated-up quick. A fly was becoming quite a nuisance and landed on one of his classmate's targets... hence the challenge...

Robert Cunningham, wasn't really sure he could hit such a small target, it was smaller than a bullseye at those ranges, it also moved... even then, he sighed, let all the air out of his lungs, took a half-breath of fresh air, and then held it as he waited, watching and trying to predict the random movements of a creature whose brain was the size of a hang-nail...

Now

A shot rung-out, nearly deafening Robert. The fly had stopped just on the left brow of the undead creature when he had pulled the trigger... Checking through the scope, he noticed the hole in the woman's skull was about a quarter-inch too close to the bridge of her nose to have made it...

"Dang, I missed again. Looks like your race won't go extinct this year, little fella. I was always more of an Ip-sik shooter, anyways."

The Walking Dead - Northwards

Wired said
Haha, they're some awesome sounding situations... Literary wise, fuck actually being in them.

Oh, right, and he once tried signalling in morse code, but rather than using the <'translated for idiots'> brackets, fuck-no, I used straight-up bianary-code and told the other RPers to suck it if it was a problem. When they protested, I started doing entire posts in morse-code.
-Said wheelchair-guy, also got into a heli-crash... imagine being surrounded by crippled crawler-shamblers, and you yourself cannot run away, you have to crawl as well...

On top of that, the stream of data was riddled with errors because I was keying it while having my hand bitten by my cat.

A more surreal scene, was glisading down a snow-covered english hillside to escape a horde of zombies... at the bottom of the hill? Another horde of zombies...
-But by that point, zombies had suffered enough villian-decay that the bigger threat was a bunch of guys shooting at him... and the zombies...

Foster: A method RPer.

Which in retrospect, causes quite a bit of alarm when I do tactical situations in my RPs.

Shock & A.W.E. [Redux]

Zata said
Oh, hey, you're still around. 'Ello Mr. Foster.

Takes a bit more than chopping off my foot to get rid of me.

Shock & A.W.E. [Redux]

Soooo.... shopping?

Zata said "Ah, um, good of you all to make it..." Jack said, doing his best to keep his voice from cracking, "Well, commander, I, er, don't really have any. I'm not really a, uh, out-and-about person... I, er, hoped that you people had some ideas. Like, um, shopping or eating or... something..." Jack's voice trailed off as he finished speaking. After a second or so, another thought struck him, and he continued, "I can cover whatever expenses we have. In case that, um, you know... helps give you some ideas..."

The Walking Dead - Northwards

Captain Shelton said
IMO that's the most overlooked part of zombie stories. Death and injury due to stupid accidents/negligence. I wanna' see a beloved character holster their sidearm too quick, put a round through their thigh and bleed out dramatically. Or have an actual misfire or malfunction with their rifles. Or better yet (and hang on cuz this is where it gets wild) I'd like to see them CLEANING their weapons.

Oh heh...

One time I RPed a fella in a wheelchair... he retrieved a snub-nose revolver from a corpse's decomposed chest-cavity... had to clean it while shamblers were tearing-down his cabin... oh, and there was a zombie trying to use a chainsaw... things got worse when some raiders lit a truck loaded with shamblers on fire a rammed it into said cabin.

I used to RP guns jamming, and mags getting dropped and damaged, alot.

Remember Dmitry? Like, before and after every timeskip he was cleaning guns. Middle of a negotioation? Good time to clean the Mosin. One time I had to RP him rushing to re-assemble his rifle, and he left the cleaning-rod on the floor.

Ice-storm tomorrow IRL, may or may not have power.

RWBY

Jett Ryu said
I still substitute my own ships. *hides Ruby dakimakura*On a side note, did anyone else see the Valentines from RT? I about ripped my hair out when I found out I could have used those.

Minor spoiler and fridge brilliance alongside realizing Caboose was hand-picked by the director as Agent Florida's replacement, and Tucker is wearing a freelancer's armor. Freelancers generally retained their augmentations. It also could've been Maine, and not Texas that killed everyone in Sidewinder.
-Memory is the key, dog. And it's a key the whole time, and when you stick it in people, it unlocks their death.

Oh right:
-How many are in the main-cast, excluding Weiss Schnee?

The Walking Dead - Northwards

Exit said
Ya she's about to shoot someone lol. And sorry Foster, she told me she's unavailable atm.

Oh, my plan was to let you all stumble upon him doing something, and him reacting as Clover would have.

Then let one of the gang hang a lampshade.
-Or for Clover to ask one of them aside wether or not she was that paranoid when they met her.

The Walking Dead - Northwards

... I think I love Clover.

Well, Robert may...

Although I'll let YOU run into HIM and let Rob overreact.