SyrianHamster

Of Steam and Ambition - A Steampunk Nation Roleplay - Interested Check

Skylar said
I can host and manage a Steampunk NRP if this fails. I'm a reliable GM.Probably would ease up a few tech-limits.

No spaceships?

Of Steam and Ambition - A Steampunk Nation Roleplay - Interested Check

Kilo6 said
Worse comes to worse, me or someone else can create the one and take over. We've put some significant effort into the RP, so it would be really stupid if we just dropped it.

Thought about doing it myself, but I got enough going on already.

GMing it and playing it would be a bastard, unless you guys would be happy for me to act as GM only; in which case, I wouldn't mind. If so, let me know - though I imagine I'd produce a new map, with pre-set territories for players to choose, if I did it.

All that said, if one of you fellahs want to take a full whack at it, go right ahead.

Of Steam and Ambition - A Steampunk Nation Roleplay - Interested Check

This isn't even going to start is it? I think I'm going to pull out, this is weighing down my potential fun.

Hope it launches, but in my honest opinion, and without being mean, this has lacked GM support from the moment it opened. That alone sends off alarm bells in my mind.

All the best peeps.

The Walking Dead: Chicago (Dark, post-apocalyptic zombie RP - Always open!)

Scenario #3

Scenario: Sunset Avenue
Scenario Type: Open
Max Players: 3
Current Players: SyrianHamster, Dragonbud
Loot Level: Don’t get your hopes up.
Walker Density: Heavy.
Bandits: Unlikely.

Hannah’s Group

Members: Hannah Banks, Camellia Morgan, Woodrow Hepburn, Oskar Rennold.
Weapon Pool: M14 (1 x 11), M4A1 CQR (2 x 30), Winchester Model 70 (x20)
Equipment Pool: Apache helmet, military radio, 2 x can of baked beans, box of stale bran flakes, map of Chicago, protein mix.
Location:Moving down the road.

“Alright then, saddle up,” said Hannah, looking at the girl. “Name’s Hannah Banks, and I’m the CO of this little outfit,” she pointed at Woody, “he’s Woodrow Hepburn, and Oskar you’ve already met. If you see a skin headed girl running around, that’d be Camellia; she’s a bit temperamental, so I’d advise avoiding conversation with her.”

“We gotta go,” muttered Woody, starting off down the road.

The walkers were surging up the street, gaining numbers with every yard, but the rest of the neighbourhood looked pretty quiet. Hannah and Oskar fell in behind him. The group had learnt since the massacre at Camp Defiance that the undead were a threat that could be nullified, if you simply moved quicker than them. Armed confrontations were suicides or last stands; real survivors dealt with the walkers by not dealing with them at all.

A rifle shot sounded from behind a tall wooden garden fence, off to the right of them. Hannah grimaced, not because of the apparent danger someone posed by using such a weapon against them, but because of the ‘Dinner Bell’ effect it had on walkers. Someone would have to be nuts to shoot off an unsilenced weapon in a tightly packed suburb like the one they were in, or very desperate.

A square, heavy object flew over the fence and thumped into the grass verge below. The group froze, unwilling to hunker down behind cover because of the approaching threat from behind, but also unwilling to move up because of the possible threat up front.

“Friendly,” Hannah shouted, no sense in keeping quiet now she had figured, “or we will fire on you!” She released the safety on her rifle, and sighted the fence.

A head poked up from behind the fence, followed quickly by two hands. Hannah’s finger rested on the trigger for a moment, but then she relaxed. It was Camellia.

“I don’t even want to know why you fired your weapon, Cam,” sneered Hannah, walking over to the fence, “but you do that again, and I’ll put a bullet between your fucking eyes, understood?”

Camellia didn’t respond, as was expected, but her wide eyes and trembling, hurried movement as she vaulted the fence told Hannah all she needed to know.

“Run,” screamed Camellia, kneeling down to pick up the square object she’d obviously thrown over the fence for a reason.

Before the group could turn to abide her warning, the fence suddenly buckled, and what sounded like a hundred angry murmurs took to the air. Camellia was up and running when It suddenly gave way to the weight behind it, eight-foot long wooden planks falling down on her, trapping her.

“Shit,” hissed Hannah, watching Camellia get caught from the waist down by a bundle of fallen timber. It took her a mere second to analyse the situation, and then she was grabbing Oskar and running on down the road. “She’s gone, LET’S GO!”

Woody had other plans, though. He was old, and getting older; he’d seen so much pain in the last ten months, and had done very little to stop it. Today, that changed. He had nothing to lose after all, and surviving another couple of years before a stroke or cancer got him wasn’t going to change that. He looked at the girl they’d found in the ambulance, and grabbed her by the arm.

”I’m getting Cam out of that mess,” he said, pulling out his Beretta and shoving it at the girl. “Safety’s off. All you gotta do is point it at anything that gets near me.”

Four shots rang out in quick succession, as Camellia brought her rifle up against the two dozen walkers clambering around in the ruined section of fence. She struggled with everything she had to free her legs, but there was no give in them, not when they were weighed down with a couple of gasping walkers.

Woody bolted over to the scene, arriving in time to launch his right steel-capped boot into the face of a prone walker, as it grappled with Camellia’s gun. The force of the impact was so impressive, that the head simply tore from the neck, revealing vertebrae and swollen tendons. Then he grabbed another, fast approaching from his right and threw a vascular fist into its face; there was a mini-explosion of black blood, and teeth as it fell to the ground like a sack of shit.

The walkers were still struggling to regain their footing, having come down with the fence panels, and Woody wasted no time. He grabbed Camellia under her arms, and heaved. She screeched as her body moved, inch by inch, out ifs trap. Woody looked up – four walkers had risen to their feet, and were stumbling towards him. Camellia couldn’t aim her rifle properly, with Woody gripping her like he was, and resolved to fire blindly into the gathering mass of dead flesh. One fell. One flinched. Two kept coming.

Looking back at the girl, Woody yelled as loud as he could, “shoot them, keep them off me, I’m almost done here!”

The Walking Dead: Chicago (Dark, post-apocalyptic zombie RP - Always open!)

Dragonbud said
wow things got messy last night. For a forum that suffers from glitchy posts im surprised there isn't a delete button. Regardless, Hamster I did respond to you on the first page, it might have gotten buried.

Ah right cool. At work right now, and my archaic phone aint capable of writing proper posts. Be another 4-5 hours yet for me, sorry if that's a problem in any way.

The Walking Dead: Chicago (Dark, post-apocalyptic zombie RP - Always open!)

God damnit guys! Rp guild 101: if you get a blank page after posting, do not refresh, cus if you do then somewhere, someone prepares a sandwich before* they've realised the bread has gone moldy. I hold you all responsible for my grumbling stomach and wasted ham.

Kingdom Animalia: Bleak Dawn

There we are. I've let Winston start inside the lab, because I want him to gain some understanding of his "condition" before he goes tumbling into the world.

You guys can do similar, or start outside in the streets. Entirely up to you.

Kingdom Animalia: Bleak Dawn

So many, angry, mad Masters. Dozens of them, in their white coats, with their gaping mouths and trembling paws. Disgusting, filthy, sick humans. Wiinston puts them down as they come, using his two front teeth as pole drivers on their weak, rotten skulls. He doesn't like the taste of them much, and winces with each attack, but they are angry Masters, and they keep trying to hurt him. They are strong, and they are relentless, but he is stronger, and he is more relentless. Two years of confusion, pain and terror, released in a storm of violence.

He holds one up against the wall of the Bad Room, where the Masters would gather to look at Winston through big glass windows. With a snarl, he tears its head from its neck, but not before its teeth latch onto his snout.

"RAEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" He picks the head up, and throws it at the glass; it bounces back at him, narrowly misses his face, and smashes against the wall behind like a pumpkin.

There are glowing windows all around. They yell alarms at Winston, they scream at him in tones he cannot understand; his chest thuds quicker, and a pain soon emerges. When he was in his prison, he remembered how the Masters never used the sparky stick on him. The spark stick, they had said, would kill him because of his chest. What was up with his chest? Sparky bad. Glowing screens sparky.

Winston bolted from the room, exiting on the other side.

More lurching Masters were waiting for him. They moaned, and came towards him; he was tired, and a little light headed, but he was also angry. Angry enough to kill a few more Masters.

"RAEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!"

The Walking Dead: Chicago (Dark, post-apocalyptic zombie RP - Always open!)

Scenario #3

Scenario: Sunset Avenue
Scenario Type: Open
Max Players: 3
Current Players: SyrianHamster, Dragonbud
Loot Level: Don’t get your hopes up.
Walker Density: Mild.
Bandits: Unlikely.

Hannah’s Group

Members: Hannah Banks, Camellia Morgan, Woodrow Hepburn, Oskar Rennold.
Weapon Pool: M14 (1 x 20), M4A1 CQR (2 x 30), Beretta 9mm (1 x 15), Winchester Model 70 (x20)
Equipment Pool: Apache helmet, military radio, 2 x can of baked beans, box of stale bran flakes, map of Chicago, protein mix.
Location: The Ambulance

Hannah looked the girl - not woman - up and down; scanning for a sense of threat. After a few uneasy seconds, she lowered her rifle. She cast a quick glance at Woody, and after a brief look around, he shook his head. So it wasn’t a trap, well that was a relief.

“Stay there, ma’m,” said Hannah, edging back into her authority seat.

She turned to face the picket fence where she’d left Oskar and Camellia, and patted her chest twice. It was the signal she’d taught them; two pats meant ‘status update’. To her relief, both of them waved a hand above their cover to indicate everything was fine.

Turning back, Hannah shrugged, “it’s not technically ours ma’m, we’re just after the battery up front. You can keep what you found in the back, medical supplies aren’t our priority right now.”

“Fuck,” growled Woody. He’d moved from his crouched position from the side of the ambulance, and was shaking his head at the battery. “The terminals are corroded, they aint gonna work for shit.”

“God damnit,” sighed Hannah. “Keep your gun up, and watch for trouble.”

She looked over at Oskar’s position and waved at them. The Pole dutifully rose from his cover, and hopped over the fence. Within seconds he had jogged up to Hannah and the girl, giving the latter a brief smile.

“My name’s Oskar,” he said to the girl. “It’s okay, you’re safe.”

“That might be a bit too early of a call,” interrupted Hannah, pointing down the road.

“Aw fuck,” muttered Woody, joining the trio. “There must be dozens of them. You reckon they heard, or saw us?”

“Both,” spat Hannah, “not that it matters.”

“Plan?” Oskar asked, pointing his rifle down towards the advancing spattering of walkers.

“Don’t shoot,” Hannah snapped, “I don’t want a repeat of Camp Defiance.”

“Hey,” Oskar shot back. “If I hadn’t of blown that thing’s head off, you’d be minus a foot.”

“Maybe,” she replied, not giving much weight to his words. “Where’s Camellia?”

“Fuck knows,” Oskar snorted, “she was there, then she wasn’t, you know what she’s like.”

“That I do,” nodded Hannah. “Well, it can’t be helped. She’ll rejoin us, or she wont, I’m done baby sitting that dumb bitch.”

“Hannah!” Squawked Oskar, “she’s one of us!”

“That’s her choice, not mine.”

Woody nodded his head. “It’d be sad to lose her, but you’re right, she’s a loose cannon and Lord knows she’s put us through enough trying times.”

Hannah started backing away from the direction of the walkers, noticing that the dozens had become hundreds. She snatched the map of Chicago out of Oskar's back pocket and looked at it for a few seconds, before stuffing it back. He hid his embarrassment of being manhandled well.

“Okay, we can’t go south, and we can’t go west, so we’re going to have to go east,” she said, starting a slow walk on down the road. She stopped briefly, and looked at the girl. “Ma’m, you’re welcome to come with us, but you gotta do what I say if you do; if you go walking off, you just saw what happens. Choice is yours.”

“Yeah, and don’t think of going crazy on us. I see that machete move faster than I fancy, and I’ll put you down,” added Woody, showing the girl the pistol stuffed in his cargo pants.

The Walking Dead: Chicago (Dark, post-apocalyptic zombie RP - Always open!)

threedawg said
DISCLAIMER: THE SKYPE GROUP CHAT WILL NOT INVOLVE ANY FORM OF VIDEO OR VOICE CHATTING. Text only, just like any other chat! :)

Thank God. I mean no offence guys, but statistics say that three of you are likely to be sexual predators trying to groom me, and it's a risk I just can't take.

I'll have to look into getting it, I've not used in years because me and my crew hang around on Steam like a bunch of cool kids smoking weed out by the bike sheds.

EDIT: That's me done for tonight, so if you wanna go your own way Dragon, you're more than welcome to do so.

Just to clarify, I take it pace of posts doesn't matter so much when there's only a couple of you in one scenario, does it?