LordofthePies

IZombie/Being Human inspired roleplay

This sounds fun, could I maybe be an Irish Vampire? xD

Why Do The Good Always Die Young?

"Why do the good always die young?!" a woman cries as she looks down at her dying son. Her dirty face moves up towards the sky as she screams in anguish. A blue light fills the dark heavens as bullets screech through the air. Suddenly, the world becomes too bright, and almost too quickly, Montgomery Alabama is wiped off the map in a burst of heavenly azure.

This is an idea of more of a Futuristic Steampunk Earth where Russia began attacking in a very different version of the Cold War. In this version, Russia uses a type of Ice Bomb (Working Name) where it'll destroy the set target, but then surrounding areas will be pushed back into basically a modern ice age. As Russia continues attacking, and eventually invades, Americans are forced to deal with the war and the drastic change in climate.

If this gets enough interest I'll probably expand on the idea and eventually make an actual RP page for this.
Also, let me know if you have any good ideas for the name of the Ice Bombs.

Note: The Cold War was between 1947 – 1991 for those that didn't know.

I'd like to thank @Torch for the idea even though it was probably unintentional on their part, but I'm thanking them anyway for giving the gentle push that spurred this idea into action. More or less.

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Also, no problem @TheWinchester4 xD

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Well, you can take your time if you can't think of anything. That's the fun thing about roleplay forums. I honestly think you should post, but if you're not feeling up to it you don't need to.

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There, Athoriel and I posted. I apologize if you feel a little left out Lunar.

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Ren raised an eyebrow but put the stimpak back in her bag. She zipped her bag closed and looked at the rest of the group. Five males and one female who was standing off to the side. She directed her attention to the girl that had wanted an explanation.

"Miss, from what I saw, the boy over there stumbled across a wounded Deathclaw that began to chase him, but it got distracted by something else. The distraction came from the mine that the elderly man by the tub later threw at him, and something out here shot the Deathclaw's arm off and blew out its legs. The wood lodged in its brain seems to be what killed it, and the noise along with the giant beast attracted the rest of these people here, and probably other things. It looks like we were all passing through the town when we were either distracted by, killing, or being chased by the Deathclaw. Does that help clear things up?" Ren finished her summary and stepped a bit away from the vault man, who she was unsure of his position in all of this. Her immediate assumption was that everyone here was hostile, even the clumsy boy that ended the Deathclaw. The person that had placed Ren's shoulder back where it belonged seemed to be a little more trustworthy than the rest, especially since it looked as if her false identity had worked on him.

Ren moved her hand a little closer to the pistol on her belt, slightly more uncomfortable now that everyone had shown themselves to her. At least they aren't hiding in the shadows waiting to drag me down with the Deathclaw. the thought barely made her feel comfortable. Ren began formulating a plan in case things turned violent, but it looked more like she was staring into space. The hand closest to her weapon clenched and unclenched as she thought, a habit that she had picked up from one of the scientists she had run away from.

@Lunar @Tahlon @Marcus XVI @Athoriel

Cell-mates

I just realized that we don't have a healer. Welp, nobody take more shots than you can handle.

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Ren's fake name took some thought. Like, about half an hour of thinking.

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Ren moved her arm upwards and smiled like a child. "Thank you," she accepted his hand and pulled herself off the ground. "It looks like you need a doctor more than I do," she gestured to his bloodied side. "I'm sure someone here knows how to stitch, although I'm not sure how friendly they'll be," she adjusted the backpack so the weight of it was evenly distributed. She grabbed the radio and turned it up a little, now that she wasn't hiding. The Swan was playing, a welcome difference to the violent sound of the earlier songs, especially the Mars one. Ren released the little yellow radio and let it swing from her also lemon backpack.

An idea then popped into Ren's mind. She had a few stimpaks, and this man looked like he could take a couple bullets for the team. Besides, looking like a bit of an idiot would add to her fake identity. She moved her backpack onto the ground and unzipped a side pocket. Ren took one of the fuller looking ones out and held it out for the swaying man in front of her. "This is the best I have, it should keep you from falling on your face until you find a doctor. I'm Fein by the way."

@Athoriel

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I think once the characters get to 10 I'll temp shut it. See how things go.