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Another "End of the World" Role-play [ReLoAdEd]

Oh well, now he just have to invent a time machine and go back in time so that post fits :P But good night guys, I'll see you all in 10 hours or so!

Another "End of the World" Role-play [ReLoAdEd]

I got his gasmask and knife, so someone else get his other stuff, Adrian's busy figuring out how his rifle works :P

I vote for wandering around and killing shit! Perhaps do some good, but killing is essential! That, or we can go all MacGyver?

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Adrian was given back his rifle by the man with still no name, the confused look on both their faces, as well as Taffy told him that this was not an ordinary rifle. But he felt obliged to figure it out, and besides, it was his rifle now, it was no way that someone was simply going to tell him to give it away, it wasn't like the bandit would demand it now that he was dead. Was it?

"I don't know, he could be anywher...wait, is that blood?" Adrian asked him as they stood where they were supposed to meet up with the drunk with the hat, when he saw a thin trail of blood lead down the street, headed towards the Pumphouse. Beside the blood was the battered corpse of a bandit with a bloody gasmask that Adrian only imagined had been used to smash in the bandit's face, and another body with a knife sticking out of his back. "He's one tough guy, I'll give him that, but if he's bleeding out then he doesn't have long. He must be in the Pumphouse, let's check."

Adrian grabbed the bloody gasmask and the knife as he run for the Pumphouse, not knowing what to except. But as he stepped inside, he saw a friendly conversation between the drunk he had given his hat back and a beardy guy. "Hey, it's you, the guy with the rabbits! Remember me, I got your hat back?" Adrian said cheerfully to Twix, holding forward the gasmask and the knife. "Are these yours? You should get that gasmask cleaned, I don't think it's a good hygiene to walk around breathing in someone's blood. And do any of you know how to load this rifle?"

Another "End of the World" Role-play [ReLoAdEd]

Good night then, we'll tell him :) Though I think you'll miss out on the action, we might encounter you once we decide what to do and where to go.

Another "End of the World" Role-play [ReLoAdEd]

solamelike said
@ONL edited my post to take into account the odd method of loading the bolt action.

Ah, Norwegian ingenuity at its best. Odd, but with its advantages, and it just looks cool.

TheyMostlyComeAtNight said
Just bloody, a few dents don't ruin a high quality gasmask like mine! :P

Cool, can I have one? :D

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Okay, we were going to find you in your hiding spot after all so why not. Now the question is who's going to bring the gasmask which is bloody and ruined from beating in someone's face.

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So...you will bring bananas too? Some bananas would be tasty :P

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Yeah, from what I understand it's only a few stragglers around now, trying to find some loot before leaving the town. We killed up to 20 people by now.

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If you mean the entire attack on the settlement, then it started on page two :)

Heavy Nazis, Heavy Guns- Restarted (ONL and kingkonrad)

The rocket boosters on Viking's back gave off a small trail of smoke as he flew through the sky. The elite soldier from the cold north, now serving for his German occupiers, flew gracefully from rooftop to rooftop, gunning down any and all British soldiers who were all too occupied shooting at the giant steel soldier down in the street. Viking landed on one of the roofs, firing at one of the soldiers with his MP45 into his torso. The others backed away and aimed their revolvers and revolvers at him, firing at the steel soldier in shining armour, or not too shiny due to the sand and the bullet marks on his armour. Their bullets only bounced off him, though the shear amount of bullets made him stumble slightly backwards, but nothing he hadn't trained for. He raised his assault rifle and opened fire again, emptying the magazine as all the Brits clutched their stomachs, legs, arms, or groins.

Then he heard Tyrant's and Victoria's voices over the comms, telling each other that they had the situation under control, like the 505th always did. The best of the best in Hitler's endless armies, using top-notch technology made by the best minds from the Third Reich. And hadn't it been for the fact that by now resistance was futile against the Axis powers, and that Viking himself wished to fight against the Bolsheviks from the start of the Winter War in 1939, being able to continue the fight after Norway was lost, Viking would have been Jakob Norheim in the Norwegian Army somewhere in the UK, possibly having to face the 505th and certain death. He had been lucky, but it was a bitter sweet luck.

"If they so much wish to blow something up, tell them to wait for our coordinates on other British ships out in the harbour making life difficult for us. I tell you, Tyrant, one of these days I want to be the one shooting those big shells from afar. Could that be arranged?" Viking said jokingly over the comms, jumping from the rooftop to another one, reloading the MP45 with another magazine and taking a look at the devastation Tyrant was causing down on the street. "What about the other ships in the harbour? Are they staying or trying to flee?"