TrippyNightmare

Sierra Apocalyptica

So far you're the only one to respond lol, Most of these guys actually went ghost too :>

No problem and even if I end up not being able to join, I hope you guys have fun with it! You all have interesting characters and it will be amazing.

@Akayaofthemoon

Sierra Apocalyptica

Thanks :)

n e w - a g e - 2 0 5 0 :: a cyberpunk dystopia

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1969: The Freaks of Greenville High

We'd start a new one I'll move the resources...

n e w - a g e - 2 0 5 0 :: a cyberpunk dystopia

Roleplayer awaiting big roleplay post to be posted so roleplayer can play that role of an old man >:(

Warhammer 40k: The Eternal Fight for Freedom - Penal Legion RP (Looking for cannon fodder!)

Desert :3?

Sierra Apocalyptica

Sierra Apocalyptica

It's been seven years since the apocalypse of the living dead - since humanity flirted with extinction.

Sierra-Armstrong, a small rural county in North California, remains as one of the final staples of human civilization, completely fenced off from the terrors that await beyond. At it's center is Armstrong Garrison, the army base that governs the land with an iron fist, reflecting an almost medieval society with their ruling. Women are selected by the soldiers for reproduction, and anyone deemed 'threatening' to the governing body is shot - or, perhaps worse, banished. The lifestyle verges on totalitarian, but surely it is better than the alternative, the outside.

The population of Sierra-Armstrong sits just below 3,000, on a slow yet promising rise. It is very rare indeed that survivors turn up from the outside anymore, that slowed down after the first few months passed. The majority is within a mile of the army base in a slum-like town, but there are farms and small outposts dotted across Sierra-Armstrong. Aside from the soldiers and the few others that reside within the halls of Armstrong Garrison, the population is far from prosperous - but they live on, and have enough food and water to survive, albeit having to live in the past, living off farms and drinking from wells.

You are a young citizen of Sierra-Armstrong. You were only a child when the outbreak happened. Now it's different. And you are not content with the persecution you are experiencing.

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Aight, so essentially this will be set in a zombie apocalypse, but it won't be a run of the mill survival. It will center around the lives of characters in this small civilization. Minimal zombie encounters (early on at least.) The focus of this RP will most likely be character development, with plot coming in second. I have not yet decided if it will be High casual or Advanced. Any interest?

@Saint

Originally ran by Saint, the roleplay had just kicked off when buddy went Ghost on everyone. I'm hoping to revive the roleplay and pick up where the story left off, the universe, threads and what not were all created by Saint the man himself.

Aiming for high casual or advanced.

@PsychoPanda28@GingerBoi123@RumikoOhara@Fathomless@GoodLuckTuck

Tagging old boys, you're all welcome to return.

Sierra Apocalyptica

Sierra Apocalyptica

It's been seven years since the apocalypse of the living dead - since humanity flirted with extinction.

Sierra-Armstrong, a small rural county in North California, remains as one of the final staples of human civilization, completely fenced off from the terrors that await beyond. At it's center is Armstrong Garrison, the army base that governs the land with an iron fist, reflecting an almost medieval society with their ruling. Women are selected by the soldiers for reproduction, and anyone deemed 'threatening' to the governing body is shot - or, perhaps worse, banished. The lifestyle verges on totalitarian, but surely it is better than the alternative, the outside.

The population of Sierra-Armstrong sits just below 3,000, on a slow yet promising rise. It is very rare indeed that survivors turn up from the outside anymore, that slowed down after the first few months passed. The majority is within a mile of the army base in a slum-like town, but there are farms and small outposts dotted across Sierra-Armstrong. Aside from the soldiers and the few others that reside within the halls of Armstrong Garrison, the population is far from prosperous - but they live on, and have enough food and water to survive, albeit having to live in the past, living off farms and drinking from wells.

You are a young citizen of Sierra-Armstrong. You were only a child when the outbreak happened. Now it's different. And you are not content with the persecution you are experiencing.

---

Aight, so essentially this will be set in a zombie apocalypse, but it won't be a run of the mill survival. It will center around the lives of characters in this small civilization. Minimal zombie encounters (early on at least.) The focus of this RP will most likely be character development, with plot coming in second. I have not yet decided if it will be High casual or Advanced. Any interest?

@Saint

Originally ran by Saint, the roleplay had just kicked off when buddy went Ghost on everyone. I'm hoping to revive the roleplay and pick up where the story left off, the universe, threads and what not were all created by Saint the man himself.

Aiming for high casual or advanced.

@PsychoPanda28@GingerBoi123@RumikoOhara@Fathomless@GoodLuckTuck

Tagging old boys, you're all welcome to return.

Warhammer 40k: The Eternal Fight for Freedom - Penal Legion RP (Looking for cannon fodder!)

Thats why he circled back to the group.

Warhammer 40k: The Eternal Fight for Freedom - Penal Legion RP (Looking for cannon fodder!)

Nathan handed over his weapon to the skinny, white and weak woman and allowed her to man handle his gear. He gave her a strong smile in return as she began to show the man how to actually use the laser weapon. After she did her tutorial, the mute - approached Hall and showed him how to use the weapon and how to handle it as well, with her non-verbal instructions. "Sisters... Sisters! I know how to use the Emperor's will - I just needed clarification is all. You may rest well knowing you've helped a fellow comrade in arms, as this is a step towards our eternal redemption. For the Emperor!" He stands up thrusting his rifle into the air for the rest of the barracks to see "For the Emperor!" he says again echoing out to the empty husk of the void ship.

It wouldn't be long until Nathan began to tune the others out, they didn't really care about him - did they? Regardless, he began to work with his carbine. The weapon had seen use, the paint seemed to have been worn down after years of fighting and seeing combat practically everywhere. It didn't take too long for Hall to prep it, loading ammo into the mags and prepping his kit. He wasn't an organized or professional fighter but he took pride in preparing for the end even if it was his first time. His gear looked okay, in okay order for what a conscript would have - however his personal appearance didn't seem that well. Uniform untucked, boots and trousers a mess. The Commissar would eat the man.

Yet, that wasn't who walked into the room - a Sergeant one of the red bandana wearing thugs that weren't conscript soldiers. He spoke roughly and coldly, Nathan kept an eye on him but stayed to his bunk to maintain and work his gear. Something about being ready for two hours, that's why everyone started to go to sleep. The lonely outcast made sure his gear was secure by his bed before he rested his head, only for a few moments. By the time he woke his squad was already on the move to wherever they had to be, in full kit and marching onward. Nathan scrambled to his feet as he picked up the rest of his gear, the young career criminal didn't know it but he was heading off to war.

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"For the Emperor!"

Nathan screamed, he dropped the frag grenade and the pin stuck to his index finger like a wedding band. The frag dropped as the side of his foot connected with the explosive device. It went soaring for a few seconds before exploding above a group of enemy Legionaries. A moment or so later Hall rallied a dozen guards and the group to him and the band of men pushed forward with other guards into the horde of enemies. When the tides turned against them Hall made a run for it, not before a hand grabbed his left leg causing him to trip. It was one of the guards he was with, he was injured and incapacitated. Hall did what any reasonable guardsman would do if they were left in that situation.

Dragging him by both feet he ran back to their lines, being singed by laser fire on the way back as he dragged the half-dead man to their side of the mock battlefield. He had seen his squad enter a building earlier, albeit, he was too busy kicking ass on the other side of the battlefield to care. However, now that he was reunited with the building his squad might be in Hall ran to the other side of the building to run into. Frag in hand - it soared into the back door as the explosion propelled a gored corpse out the back and near Hall. Carbine raised he ran into the building, immediately impaling one of the defenders who screeched before his guts were fucking liquifed by his carbine.

A brute turned the corner on Hall and as he was pulling his bayonet out of the fresh corpse he had prepared for himself as an oaf of a soldier barrel into him. The two struggled before Hall's carbine fired a shot into the man's crotch, goring his lower region. Doubling over in pain, Nathan stepped over the giant and proceeded down the hall as he fired off another blast from his lasgun at some poor fucker's crotch.

"Yum yum yum yum yum!"