Voltus_Ventus

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I nominate this as our theme-song. Just 'cause it sounds good.

Point of Departure: World War II

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Neither. Halifax is in Nova Scotia.

Saint John is also not in Newfoundland, but rather New Brunswick (which is situated west of Nova Scotia). St. John's, an entirely different city, is Newfoundland's capital.

@The Nexerus

When I say Newfoundland, I mean the alternate universe one that was ported to the current world that has New Brunswick, Nova Scotia and Prince Edward Island as parts of their territory; so when I say it is part of Newfoundland, I mean my version, not the IRL version.

And I know St Johns is the Capital of Newfoundland, that'w why the talks are taking place there because it is also the capital of my version as well.

Point of Departure: World War II

St. Johns International Airport, Control Tower

Deena Fontaine stared absentmindedly at the night sky, bored out of her wits. She had been working at the tower for two years now and in all that time she must have seen no more then 24 aircraft coming in to land, it begged the question why Newfoundland even bothered making an airport when a tent and a dirt runway would have been more then sufficient. She picked up her coffee mugged and swirled the contents around in the white ceramic vessel, taking only a small sip before placing it back down on her desk. It was going to be a long night and from what she could see of the other's in the tower, they thought so too, with their heads rested on folded arms on their desks and some even fast asleep under their consoles. She sighed.

Giving the room a brief scan, she acknowledged that no one was awake, this made her angry of course but she was too tired to voice her frustrations. Convinced that no planes were to be landing tonight, she switched off her desk lamp and took off her headphones before pulling a blanket over her shoulders and closing her eyes. As she did so, her headphones crackled to life with the tinny voice of a man, reluctantly she slipped the headphones back on and as she looked out of the window, she spied two military trucks and a fancy car pull up at the far end of the airport.

“This is Captain Foss of the Royal Canadian Air Force number one hundred and four fighter squadron flight of two with VIP aircraft in tow, requesting clearance and landing instructions at Saint John for negotiations, over.”

"CAF-104, You are clear to land," she mumbled, not bothering to check her ledger to see if the identification number was valid, "adjust course to 014 degrees and commence a shallow landing on runway three, choose any hanger you like, they're all empty." with that she took her headphones off and bundled herself into her blanket.

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Will there be any DLC maps, as the map appears to be rather small.

Also, I don't really think that two days is enough for a lot of stuff to go down, the towns would still be full of people as opposed to the much preferred desolate and I'd assume large hordes of zombies would have not yet formed.

The Sun Will Never Set (A Statisticless NRP)(It had a good run)

Guys, I've turned this off, whether for better or for worse, so I'd rather not have it be bumped up to the top of my subs and remind me how much I cocked up here.

Point of Departure: World War II

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that was not directed at you it was for clockwork if i also play japan, i will have a post up for canada soon

@mrambo90

Well, you've got a naval fleet parked fourteen clicks out of Halifax, and I'm pretty sure Halifax is in Newfoundland, not Yamatai.

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Howard De'Facto

Name: Howard De'Facto
Sex: Male
Age: 29
Appearance: Him

Occupation: Lighting & Sound for plays and productions.

History:

Prior to the surprisingly quick apocalypse, Howard was a rising star in the world of video & audio effect in the world of show business, having worked on broadway productions like "The Sound of Music", "A Chorus line" and "Rent". Though his beginnings were much more simple; he was born as the second chid in what was to be a family of seven and lived his young age in his home state of Maine. He attended high-school but quickly dropped out as he found it didn't suit his life, of course his parents were mad at first but soon they realized that their son was destined for other things.

Upon leaving school, Howard found that he was having difficulties choosing what he wanted to be, there was not much opportunity in Maine and his parents didn't have enough money to send him away to find something to do, so he waited for the opportunity to rise. During this time, Howard spent most of his hours working in his father's business, his father was an electrician and Howard quickly realized how much he liked being one.

One of his first jobs was in the high-school he had left so long ago, they were having a production and the hall they were renting out was plagued with electrical problems. Another problem the school had was that their lighting technician quit the job, stating that she 'had to leave to pursue a stable life with her Brazilian helicopter pilot boyfriend'. Howard snapped up the job quickly, using his electrical knowledge as a pretense to getting the position. He worked the job for three nights and soon found himself falling in love with it, eventually he became the school's go to man when it came to lighting and audio and participated in theatre excursions outside of Maine.

On one of these excursions, Howard caught the attention of a lead technician from a theatre company based in Boston; he was offered a job and he took it, ushering him into the high-stakes world of back-of-house theatrics. From then on he jumped up the ladder and joined more prestigious theatre companies. On the road to their next set however, things turned sour. The touring bus broke down and it was quickly attacked by a pack of dead, he made it out of course, hence him being where he is now but his company was lost, much to his forlorn-ness.

Inventory:

- Digital Watch: A handy time-piece and robust in nature, this little watch has always kept him on time, mostly. Though it is still functioning, the display is partially cracked but it is still readable.

- Cassette Player: A throw back to the good old days, he always found the audio quality of a cassette superior to that of a CD; or at least that's what he tells himself. *looks into empty wallet and sighs*

- Out of Date Laptop: The Durable nature of this dinosaur coupled with the rigidity of the case makes this museum piece an excellent bludgeon if his bat is not at hand. Though it is not only a back up weapon, believe it or not beneath the dinged up case there is a working computer.

- Baseball Bat: Pilfered from the smashed front window of s sporting goods store, this bat has served as a vital tool for everything from breaking open zombie heads to breaking open peoples' heads.

- Generic Cigarettes: A smoker from 16, he has developed a strong dependency to nicotine and gets cranky when he can't get his smoke. The smoke has also affected his stamina and ability to sniff the rot of dead bodies, both negatively.

Skills/Traits:

- Electrical Know-How

- Computer Knowledge

- Amateur Dramatist

- Competent Batsman

- Heavy Smoker

- Short of Breath

- Partially Smell Blind

Aether: Legend of the Crimson Dusicyon - Now Recruiting Crewmates!

My post is now in the making! I should have it up tomorrow.

Point of Departure: World War II

I'll invade you buddy

@mrambo90

The way I see it, we both have bargaining chips now.

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Would you mind if I reused a modified version of that fallout CS I made?