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5 yrs ago
Current Cleaning day! Made a ton of progress and even found my long lost DS and my missing laundry card that still has a lot of credits on it. Found it in my winter coat of all places go figure.
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5 yrs ago
Finally got into D&D. Now I feel trapped and I am in love. Should I ask for help or ask where I can get more dice?
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5 yrs ago
Breaks ups are weird. Not sure how to feel about the other person, or about yourself. It hurts for sure, but it's weird and uncomfortable just how different things seem now.
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5 yrs ago
I get that dude. Could be one of those days, in the smae boat myself. Hope you're doing better soon though!
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5 yrs ago
It's an ass kick ass world out there. And all we can do about it is keep kicking ass .

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Welcome to my profile! I decided I needed to update this, and I don't have much for updating... Only in a single role-play right now, so far it's going really well!

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I am hoping Hank's part for my second post if that's okay. I am just struggling with details to a point where I had to scrap my original post and now I am in a bit of a pickle...
@SgtEasy@Stekkmen

I'm game for a collabe. An embarrassing encounter, lots of guns it seems, and even more tense people. I LOVE IT! How should we do this then?
Henry "Hunter" Monroe




A few months before Taxes ended

Central works Firearms




In a small town in the middle of nowhere, there is not a lot to do beyond farming, watching DVDs, and target practice. Anyone or anything that supported these hobbies normally had steady business. Gun stores were a common place to find people who were still allowed to purchase firearms. "I'm looking for something that is strong enough to take down a bear from a safe distance?" Hunter said to the old man behind the counter who looked more bored then anything. "So... a rifle?" The gun smith said sarcastically. "If it's cheap and won't explode then sure." Hunter replied with the biggest smile on his face. He figured getting any real professional help would be difficult from a guy like this, he figured that his question wasn't too vague? Apparently the old man didn't understand simple questions.

Hunter sighed and rubbed his head a bit trying to do some proper thinking. "Okay, look. My dad and Uncle are going on a hunting trip up north in a few months and I don't have anything with enough kick to do shit. I have a budget of about two hundred to cover a gun, some ammo, and any accessories to it. Things like a cleaning kit, a scope, et cetera." The old man had less of a bored face now and a look of concern. "Are you one'a them kids who got dropped and told he was able to do anything he wanted? Because you can't. That amount ain't gonna get you shit but a shit gun and maybe a couple rounds." Hunter stood at the counter a moment thought about his situation. "So what if we said screw it to everything but the gun and some bullets? Could we do something in that budget? I'll take used?! I'll take in need of love condition too!" He was desperate at this point. And Hunter was not good at hiding it. If he knew anything about making deals it was to not show how desperate he was. "Come on man, this is the first trip I may actually be able to afford before my Uncle has to leave the country again for another five years!" The old man simply was dumbfounded by this point. "...first off... In need of love condition? What in all hells kinda things did they teach you in school? And second, you can't afford the trip if your total budget is two hundred. But if you're really that desperate I may have something." And the old gunsmith left only long enough to bring back an old and worn bolt action rifle.

The rifle was a single shot 30-06. Iffy range, mostly accurate, and held a single shot inside the chamber. But the ammo was decently common, and it was accurate enough to work for Hunter. So out of impulse and fear of not going on this trip he bought it with his remaining funds. After a few target practice moments with it, he decided that ammunition for a high powered rifle in general was expensive, and that he needed a better budget. But that didn't stop him from practicing and preparing for his trip north.


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Home


Home wasn't much for Hunter, but it was a place to hang up his coat, take off his shoes, enjoy his iffy wifi, and park his El Camino with out paying a parking meter. The double wide trailer was in need of a good cleaning and some good love overall. There were soda cans, pizza boxes, and cups laying about everywhere. Along with a makeshift TV stand for the TV which housed several gaming systems and his computer tower.

His bedroom consisted of a queen bed, a short dresser, and a pile of electronics and airsoft gun parts int he corner, with maybe one working airsoft gun between it all. Overall, it was his place, and he enjoyed it. he could do whatever he wanted as long as nothing was burning too much and he wasn't harassing the neighbors. It was a nice and simple life for him.

He spent the night looking for the best place to store his "new" Rifle and show it off a bit to any visiting family. He eventually decided above the bed was a great place until he woke up that night to a falling rifle hitting him in the face. The next morning he simply put it in its case and put it in a closet.





One Week after People stopped caring about taxes and bills


Some poor dude's home


Hunter eased his way into the second story apartment aiming his rifle around the room. Normally he would have decided to stay inside his El Camino and keep safe. But his supplies for his hunting trip would only last him so long. Food ran out the day before last, his water supply is only consistent with what he can collect in rain now, and his car in it's current state can't move. The keys for the starter were confiscated when he was pulled over fora busted headlight and then later to be found out his transmission was faulty and needed to be replaced. Hunter himself could still drive it but with out the keys to start it all he could do was lock the door with the second set of keys.

The way he saw the key situation was more of benefit. No matter what his keys to start the car would be confiscated until the vehicle was fixed. But due to the fact the starter was replaced with a used one from another vehicle the keys to start it and lock it were not the same. That only delayed the fact he needed to leave for supplies sooner or later.

Inside the apartment there was a lot of blood, more then he really cared to see. More then his mind could care to see. He spent the next couple minutes puking up what little fluids he still had left in his systems until he got used to the smell of blood and death. Once that was over he found the source of the mess, several human bodies...

A couple of them looked like they had been shot to bits before dying, the last one looked like they took their own life with the shotgun in their hands once the events here ended. Hunter felt bad for them all, but his rifle had only so many bullets, and he wasn't that great of a shot with it. He slowly poked the body holding the shotgun with his rifle and when it didn't move he quickly grabbed the gun.

He did the basic checks first, check to see if it was loaded, see if the chamber was clear, was it relatively clean? All in all, it was good. In fact, the shotgun was in better condition then his rifle despite what it had been through. He spent the next few minutes looking around for ammo for it, finding a mostly full box of shells to help fill the shotgun up. And finding a small hatchet wedged in the wall of the apartment. Part of Hunter wanted to know what had happened here, another part of him knew better then to try and figure it out. Once he had gathered some supplies like ammo, food, water, and empty shell casings, he ate some food and had something to drank he left. The smell of rotting bodies could only be handled so long.

But now what? His car was still missing keys to start it and he had no idea where to find them. They could be anywhere in the shop, or in the pocket of a dead man miles away? He wouldn't know... So for now... he needed a plan. A safe place that didn't involve a torn up seat and listening to footsteps around him every night. It was pouring out, not the ideal conditions to travel, but the apartments here were unsafe and his car could only do so much. If he was in a situation where he had to shoot inside that thing he would have nowhere to go. But somewhere was better then here it seemed.




Outside in the rain


He went outside and put the guns on his back along with his bag as he pulled out his radio and his earbuds, only putting one in he started trying to listen to the radio. Listening to the same messages on repeat over and over again. He made sure to crank it slowly as he walked as to not make too much noise, but he need to keep alert in case something were to spot him. While browsing through the stations one he found was still playing music, occasionally the listener if paying attentions could hear the drunk mumbles of whoever was still running the station even while the music was playing.

Hunter was Semi-familiar with the area, but he didn't know where much of the local areas were, like some of the shelters he's been hearing about, or the police stations, or the military checkpoints. Damn radios explaining everything in kilometers. His sister was much better at this then he was. Most of what he can do consists of partial skills of next to useless things. Being able to build a half a batter doesn't mean much without the other half. Or making ammunition without knowing the right proportions for powder and primer. Or what kind of powder to use... "damn..." he said once he realized all of his useless survival skills were... well kinda useless.

Walking in the rain sucked, the radio wasn't able to keep charge at the slow crank so he was eventually forced to walk in the quiet, and the dark. Though he felt safer with a decent shotgun in his hands then his rifle. Though if need be the rifle was a lot more accurate and had some decent range to it. And it was one of the things that let him think about his past without too much emotions. Despite the fact he was walking down a street full of houses with a high powered rifle at hand and a pump action shotgun on his back.

Then he heard it, two shots, loud ones too. Coming from not too far ahead, another shotgun would be his best guess. Now he was wondering what was going on, though he also questioned if it was worth the risk. What if who ever was shooting was shooting another person? Could he hold his own in a gunfight? He could shoot and handle a firearm, but he wasn't the best by any means.

He didn't get much choice, while contemplating his thoughts he saw the two human figures leave a house not far down the road, and making their way his direction. "....fuck my life." he said quietly as he decided what to do now. He decided if he was to get into a gunfight he would rather have his new shotgun ready for use instead of his rifle, so he put that in his hands. And he decided to walk up to the two, hands raised in the air while holding the shotgun by the pump in one hand.

Once in reasonable talking distance so he didn't have to be loud he spoke. "I come in piece, don't shoot me please." He tried to say quietly with a calm comedic tone. Truth be told he was scared shitless and he didn't want to die, but he was too scared to go it alone now. "I'm..." He thought about his answer, he could answer anything he wanted too and no one would know the better? This could be a new start! "Henry. Wait... dammit... I meant to say Hunter..." And just like that, the new chance was gone.
@SgtEasy

So.... I spent a decent portion of last night looking for the government site conversation. Then it occurred t me to refresh the page in a new tab so I could red anything that was updated without losing my progress. Not only did I find the conversation, I also found out I was reading the original version of your post. BUT I HAVE IT NOW! So be ready for Hunter and all of his mighty glory!
@SgtEasy

Just to confirm, Jean and Sammy are the only ones in the house? And Connor is a zombie? I just want to clarify things so I don't make simple mistakes that are very noticeable in my opening post.
@SgtEasy

He has the crank radio with a small headset, so hearing something on the radio is definitely a possibility. And currently his start int he end of the world is in a lightly populated area of the city. I would imagine a residential would be close? Also I might have missed the government set up in my read through?

But as of this moment he is forced on foot as a car with no ability to start is kinda useless. So his options are open until I end the post.
@SgtEasy

Actually, I am working on Hunter's post right now and getting ready to end it. I'd be willing to extend it if I had a more reasonable way to join in with out it seeming forced.
@ChaoticFox

AWESOME! I'll get a post up As soon as I can!
Name:
Henry Monroe

Nickname:
Hunter

Age:
24

Gender:
Male

Nationality:
American




Appearance:
Henry is a young man who stands roughly 5'11" with minimal muscle build and a very light skin color to him. At first glance he looks to have an average build for someone his size, but for the most part he is not a person of physical stature. He isn't strong, and if he were to take off his shirt it would show pretty easily. He weighs roughly 180 lbs and very little of that is muscle.

Henry has dark almost black hair that even when groomed looks like someone decided to fluff it using a balloon and a pissed off cat. But in all honesty it's just messy curly hair that is never cut or groomed, even before the end of the world. His eyes are also a darker shade of brown, not quite as dark as his hair but definitely a really dark shade.

His usual apparel consists of cargo pants/shorts, a T-shirt, and a jacket of varying kinds depending on weather and if he thinks he will need storage available. Many times he will have his old backpack with him keeping his odds and ends readily available. Normally holding everything from a pen to his computer to even a really cheap Crank Radio.




In-Depth Personality:
Henry is the kind of person who normally would try to stay quiet and out of the way of people. He is in basics, an introvert. When he eventually warms up to people it seems almost impossible to shut him up. He feels he needs to keep talking to people many times to keep their interests so that he won't be forgotten or left behind.

Another key thing to note is that despite his anti-social behaviors he is very protective. He when he can will lean to the side of peace, though he always likes to keep the option of physical force if need be available. The idea of someone harming another person who at first seems defenseless is one of the main things that can set off his emotions. Situations like this is where he may not think with a strait head and go into a situation with out thinking his own actions through.

Henry is also paranoid as hell. He is the kind of person who carries multiple lights, one in his coat, one in his bag, and one in his pants, and some matches just in case kind of person. Calling him a doomsday prepper wouldn't really be a proper term, more of a bargain day prepper who happens to have finally grabbed the right thing for once. Most of anything that he can consider to be survival supplies would be things that were on sale or were super cheap so he decided there was no harm in trying to use it. Like a lot things bought on a dirt cheap sale, most broke or were such a poor quality that they were useless to anyone who actually knew what they were doing.

Henry has a slight tendency as well to start tasks and not finish them. A large reason for this is because he thinks he knows how to do something but he learns part way through he doesn't and convinces himself that it is not worth the effort to figure it out. Another thing that ma stop him is he may be short a couple things but is either too lazy to find them or has no idea how to find them so they lay as uncompleted projects.




Character background:
Henry grew up in a small town in Central New York State in a relatively old neighborhood. Most the people there were either really old, really young, or in too poor a position in life to leave. Growing up his family believed int he idea of self defense and self reliance. So at a young age Henry learned how to shoot. Sadly as he grew up he never really was great at it. By the time he was in his twenties, his family finally said "Good enough" and let him do what ever at that point.

School was an odd challenge for Henry. He had a slight tendency to never pay attention in class unless he found real interest in the topic. So in most cases he didn't pay attention. The few exceptions being a few odds and ends in Engineering, History, and occasionally in science or math when he actually pulled up something he learned from Engineering. Henry in school took up the nickname Hunter, for the fact he claimed to know a ton on firearms and with all his practice he must have been an amazing shot! Most people believed this to be true, a select few knew he never was a great shot. Just... "Good enough". His main goal in school was to become an electrical engineer, that way when his cheap things he bought at stores broke he could fix them with out paying more money then eh had too. For the most part he was able to take onto this, but he still had a huge issue with paying attention to things for long periods of time or when he was overall just not interested.

Once his school ended he moved out of his parent's place in hopes of making a life for himself. He moved back twice before he turned twenty years old due to insufficient funds and poor planning skills. After a couple more years work and paying a cheap rent to his parents he moved out third time, leaving with a working car and a potential job working on a construction site to build up experience and references. After about three years of this he bought his first place, a trailer on a small lot with about a half an acre. It was his dream life.

As of this moment he works close to full time as a maintenance worker for a local mall regularly going on trips to see his family. Many of those taking time to go on Hunting trips. Most of which him and his family members who went would come back empty handed. And a few rounds of ammo less to their names.




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