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Been busy af with the rona vaccine released and life returning to its usual hustle and bustle while still working at home. I’ll try to get a post up by the weekend.
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Ethical? No. Illegal? Also no.
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Some people need to make a hard choice when deciding which two karaoke streams they want to listen to. I have no such weakness: I have two ears for a reason.
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The hard part about trying to play some politically savvy mastermind is the assumption that the world operates off real world politics and not your DM’s politics.
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Don't put too much stock in prophesies. At best they're full of shit, but more often than not they're one of those self-fullilling kinds. Plan for what happens afterwards instead.
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A character isn't deep or compelling just because you let them get hurt a lot, are always depressed, or do morally questionable things.
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If you're here either you're wondering what I'm doing cause I need to post in your RP (In which case, calm yo tits, I'll get around to it), or you want to know who I am. So let's begin.
I'm a college age asian kid who has more heart than he has senses. I'm still working out this whole "adulthood" thing, so until then I just do what I feel I must. As far as personality and traits go, I'm not one for boasting. So if there's anything redeeming about myself you'd have to figure it out in person or by word-of-mouth. Generally however I'm rather perverted, in the best and worst ways. nothing is too much until I've crossed the line, and that just means I've started.
As far as Roleplays I like, I have a thing for fantasy, though I'm also good for some types of sci-fi, supernatural, Modern, and slice-of-life. If it's open and sandbox, I'll probably join it. Never really been a romantic, I often chose to sexualize any notion of romantic encounters I come across. I generally write at Casual quality, though I have no issues with Free-Level Rp/Players and I can hold my own in Advance.
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Implies logic is what they're looking for. They just need cheap and skilled labor to make ends meet. In the end, what matters is results, regardless of reasoning.
Donny would carefully open the door, gun in hand, making sure Cat was actually Cat and not some mutant playing tricks on him. But once he verified it was her, he would let her in quickly before securing the door again. "That's good. Burying the dead is... It's something we still did. Back at the colony. Before stuff happened. Anyways go ahead and take a seat. Food's almost ready."
By the time Cat settled in, Donny had a sizable little fire going. He had built it near a vent so the smoke wouldn't fill the room, and used some rubble to contain the wood. He basically broke up the table into firewood and used what remained of his torch to ignite the tinder. He made quick work of the table, piling what wood he didn't use nearby so it could be warmed up by the flames. As for food, he simply roasted the mutant crab meat in it's shell over a flame. Nothing too fancy about it. However it would provide some much needed substance to the nutrient bricks: Donny took his and smashed it inside of a bowl until it was grainy, and then mixed it with mosswine to turn it into a gruel. He made enough for himself and Cat, and to top it off, Donny took out something worth more than bullets: A spice pack.
"Swiped one of these from a ration pack. Back at the old colony for a job well done some of the... Soldiers were given old world rations. Damned fools tossed out the accessory packets. Wasn't planning on teaching them a lesson though, so I pocketed them. Now we got salt and pepper." Donny chuckles as he liberally spices up his gruel with bits of crab meat. It was... Not terrible, certainly better than plain nutrient bricks. And for Donny that was good enough. He notably ate with his mask still on, only slightly adjusted to make an opening for his mouth. He ate the fool while it was still hot, almost ravenously so. He either really liked it or this was just a bad habit of his. "This is good stuff. Old world really knew how to make these things last. Salt and pepper's probably older than I am, but it still tastes the same."
By the time Cat settled in, Donny had a sizable little fire going. He had built it near a vent so the smoke wouldn't fill the room, and used some rubble to contain the wood. He basically broke up the table into firewood and used what remained of his torch to ignite the tinder. He made quick work of the table, piling what wood he didn't use nearby so it could be warmed up by the flames. As for food, he simply roasted the mutant crab meat in it's shell over a flame. Nothing too fancy about it. However it would provide some much needed substance to the nutrient bricks: Donny took his and smashed it inside of a bowl until it was grainy, and then mixed it with mosswine to turn it into a gruel. He made enough for himself and Cat, and to top it off, Donny took out something worth more than bullets: A spice pack.
"Swiped one of these from a ration pack. Back at the old colony for a job well done some of the... Soldiers were given old world rations. Damned fools tossed out the accessory packets. Wasn't planning on teaching them a lesson though, so I pocketed them. Now we got salt and pepper." Donny chuckles as he liberally spices up his gruel with bits of crab meat. It was... Not terrible, certainly better than plain nutrient bricks. And for Donny that was good enough. He notably ate with his mask still on, only slightly adjusted to make an opening for his mouth. He ate the fool while it was still hot, almost ravenously so. He either really liked it or this was just a bad habit of his. "This is good stuff. Old world really knew how to make these things last. Salt and pepper's probably older than I am, but it still tastes the same."
Still busy busy. Boss is trying to get more workers to help lighten the load but they want that bullshit "We want young workers with ten years experience" crap that causes high turnovers, and then bitches that these people "just don't want to work hard enough".
Picking through the remains of the electronics in the room, the only thing Donny found salvageable were some wires and an internal battery in the vending machine. Too big to fit in the flashlight, but given some time, Donny could "recharge" the batteries in the old flashlight and give it some juice. Of course he'd have to wait here for that to happen, which he really didn't want to do. Not because the room wasn't a safe place: as Cat pointed out, this was the perfect place to bunker down. Aside from the fact there are two corpses of children here. Donny did his best not to look even in their direction: unlike Cat who's no doubt used to seeing dead bodies, Donny hasn't quite gotten familiar with seeing the corpses of people and children. Sure, he's picked from dead bodies before. But it's just different when they're so young. "I.... I guess. Not like we know what's ahead of us anyways. And I'm not one to waste good material if we can. I can spend some time breaking down this table, making new torches. Enough to cook some food."
Donny accidentally looked at the corpses as Cat covered their bodies. It didn't really make him feel any better. If anything, it was worse; now his mind began to wonder what would happen if the jacket fell off at any point. Would it be because the children were alive? Or worse, undead? Donny has heard rumors of the radiation from the surface mutated even corpses to live again, but not like any human. Something even worse. He just shook his head and took out his axe, focusing on the task at hand. "I... Let's move those bodies out of here. It's just... Not a fan of resting next to a couple of corpses. Leave them outside or... With their father. Or something." Donny finally said his thoughts as he used his axe to pull out the nails and rusty screws on the table. He would use a small metal trash can to help contain the flames, cutting a hole in the side to allow ventilation as he piled some of the old wood into the can and used that journal he saw as tinder.
Donny accidentally looked at the corpses as Cat covered their bodies. It didn't really make him feel any better. If anything, it was worse; now his mind began to wonder what would happen if the jacket fell off at any point. Would it be because the children were alive? Or worse, undead? Donny has heard rumors of the radiation from the surface mutated even corpses to live again, but not like any human. Something even worse. He just shook his head and took out his axe, focusing on the task at hand. "I... Let's move those bodies out of here. It's just... Not a fan of resting next to a couple of corpses. Leave them outside or... With their father. Or something." Donny finally said his thoughts as he used his axe to pull out the nails and rusty screws on the table. He would use a small metal trash can to help contain the flames, cutting a hole in the side to allow ventilation as he piled some of the old wood into the can and used that journal he saw as tinder.
Donny nods as Cat lays out a plan of action. He was honestly just going to keep moving forward, but it'll be worth investigating this mysterious location. When she offered the idea of teaming up, Donny was notably withdrawn. He didn't say anything but even Cat could sense that Donny was hesitating to respond. "... Right. Anyways. For these cables maybe later. I'm already carrying a bunch of stuff right now, don't need to be weighed down by wiring. This place looks fairly untouched so with any luck next time we stop by we can do that." Putting the plunder away, Donny hefted his axe onto his shoulder and continued down the maintenance all.
Following the map the two would eventually come to the location that was marked with the pentagon. It looked like a regular red metal door, dusty and frozen in place. It was obviously locked, but fortunately with the crowbar it would only take a few minutes of wedging and pulling before the door popped open. This area looked like a breakroom, or what was the remains of one. There was a row of lockers on one side of the wall, three empty vending machines near the door, old busted appliances on the counter tops, and a few wooden tables that are covered in dust and debris. But the most gristly sight was two corpses in the corner, huddled together in layers of jackets. Very small corpses, likely children. They were surrounded by wrappers, bottles, and cans, likely from the broken vending machines. There were faded drawings on the wall that Donny and Cat could still see: a man and women with two children running across a snowy city. The man had a bat while the women was holding onto the hands of the children. Another picture showed a big home with a fire and a table full of food. There was even a dog here, and one thing that Cat likely has never seen and Donny has likely forgotten: The Sun.
"Damn." Donny said quietly as he turned away. It was a sad sight to see. "Guessing this family didn't make it." Donny tried not to think too much about it. It wasn't as if he was surprised: he's seen a lot of families trying to survive and die before his eyes, and that was before he arrived to the colony. And yet it still affected him even after all of these years. He tried to take his mind off of it by looking through the lockers for anything of note, but all he found was the occasional moldy lunch bag and useless paper money. He did find a book with some dried markers next to it but he didn't want to read it. He had an idea of what was inside and he didn't want to think about it too much. Or at all for that matter.
Following the map the two would eventually come to the location that was marked with the pentagon. It looked like a regular red metal door, dusty and frozen in place. It was obviously locked, but fortunately with the crowbar it would only take a few minutes of wedging and pulling before the door popped open. This area looked like a breakroom, or what was the remains of one. There was a row of lockers on one side of the wall, three empty vending machines near the door, old busted appliances on the counter tops, and a few wooden tables that are covered in dust and debris. But the most gristly sight was two corpses in the corner, huddled together in layers of jackets. Very small corpses, likely children. They were surrounded by wrappers, bottles, and cans, likely from the broken vending machines. There were faded drawings on the wall that Donny and Cat could still see: a man and women with two children running across a snowy city. The man had a bat while the women was holding onto the hands of the children. Another picture showed a big home with a fire and a table full of food. There was even a dog here, and one thing that Cat likely has never seen and Donny has likely forgotten: The Sun.
"Damn." Donny said quietly as he turned away. It was a sad sight to see. "Guessing this family didn't make it." Donny tried not to think too much about it. It wasn't as if he was surprised: he's seen a lot of families trying to survive and die before his eyes, and that was before he arrived to the colony. And yet it still affected him even after all of these years. He tried to take his mind off of it by looking through the lockers for anything of note, but all he found was the occasional moldy lunch bag and useless paper money. He did find a book with some dried markers next to it but he didn't want to read it. He had an idea of what was inside and he didn't want to think about it too much. Or at all for that matter.
Been busy. Rona restrictions are lifting so I’ve been busy at the shop, but we still working at home too. Suddenly I’m busier at work and at home.
Cat opened a door into a maintenance hall. It was cluttered by rocks and debris, and it was narrower than the area they were walking through before. As they continued to travel Donny spoke quietly. "Huh. A bit different from where I came from. Called themselves Valklin, we had a bunch of tools and construction stuff. Most of us were engineers and stuff." Donny didn't feel like explaining the other thing his colony did. If Cat had heard of them, than she'd know. If she didn't, than Donny wasn't going to tell her. As they walked they came across a gruesome sight. Another corpse, rotten and long dead, who had his head crushed open by falling debris. He had an unopened backpack, a broken flashlight, and a wooden baseball bat. "Huh. Poor bastard. Looks like he's been dead for a while, but no one found him. I guess that's lucky for us."
Donny went over and carefully checked the body, poking it with his axe. Once he confirmed it was dead, he grabbed the bat which was in surprisingly decent condition. The flashlight was scratched up but good too, though with two dead batteries. Looking through the backpack revealed some extra socks, underwear, expired sanitary products, a towel, and four MRE's. There was also a broken canteen: whatever was inside of it dried up a long time ago. "Nice." As he checked the pockets he found something else too. A note, and a map of the underground. "Jackpot. Let's see what we have here... Looks like a note about some places to get supplies. Couple names marked off already but there's a 7-11, a place call Cassie's, and Jeb's Sports that's still on the list. A code too. 44, 72, 40. Probably codes to a combination lock." Donny showed the map to Cat as well, using the torch light to illuminate it. There were some areas circled, some areas X'd out, and some parts of the map scribbled. There was one spot with a pentagon drawn on it, and based on where it was at it was somewhere within this maintenance hall.
Donny went over and carefully checked the body, poking it with his axe. Once he confirmed it was dead, he grabbed the bat which was in surprisingly decent condition. The flashlight was scratched up but good too, though with two dead batteries. Looking through the backpack revealed some extra socks, underwear, expired sanitary products, a towel, and four MRE's. There was also a broken canteen: whatever was inside of it dried up a long time ago. "Nice." As he checked the pockets he found something else too. A note, and a map of the underground. "Jackpot. Let's see what we have here... Looks like a note about some places to get supplies. Couple names marked off already but there's a 7-11, a place call Cassie's, and Jeb's Sports that's still on the list. A code too. 44, 72, 40. Probably codes to a combination lock." Donny showed the map to Cat as well, using the torch light to illuminate it. There were some areas circled, some areas X'd out, and some parts of the map scribbled. There was one spot with a pentagon drawn on it, and based on where it was at it was somewhere within this maintenance hall.
Dope. Writing a post right now.
Dope. I'll post something soon, get us started on that. Or do you want to take the reins? Remember this is a 1x1 so you have as much control of the narrative as I do.
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