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Post by Hobbes on May 17, 2015 17:33:37 GMT -5
The ammo stashes have been raided... A menacing chuckle sneers from around the corner; "Thanks for takin' care of them for us. Heh heh" A handful of bandits circle the Lords caught by surprise with nothing to defend themselves. The Lady's axe is wedged in the skull of a zombie... (What happens next?)
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trebilcock
the man with the sniper is always to the rescue of men and woman in need
Survivor
Posts: 79
AKA (in game): Jacob
AKA (in game): Trebilcock
Reputation:: Mercenary
Group(s) In-Game:: part of the teamspeak group. also a caravan master and love to trade. pm for needs
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Post by trebilcock on May 17, 2015 18:53:08 GMT -5
Trebilcock from a building in the distance puts a bullet down range embedding itself in one of the bandits skulls. as they all hesitate to continue with there initial plan
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Post by RichCoconut on May 17, 2015 20:29:22 GMT -5
You guys make this server enjoyable, thanks for awesome stuff to read in the late nights.
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Post by Hobbes on May 18, 2015 10:19:35 GMT -5
The commotion has alerted a some stragglers off in the distant woods, which in turn alert each other and with a matter of minutes, the place is swarming once again with zeds. Calvin pulls up in an armoured van, a clever smirk and an open door:
"Where ya headed folks?"
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Post by Hobbes on May 18, 2015 11:09:44 GMT -5
"I'm on my way to the Sunstar in Muldraugh. Non-stop all the way. You're welcome to tag along, but ass, caps, gas or grass folks. Noone rides for free"
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Post by Clutch [FM] on May 21, 2015 7:28:22 GMT -5
"Ass is all I have right now," says Clutch through the window of the storage area of the armored vehicle. Calvin and The Lady cringed at the stranger behind them, "anything to get someplace safe," Clutch begged. (just a kickstart please oh please continue this.)
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Post by Hobbes on May 21, 2015 9:49:53 GMT -5
Calvin immediately pulls a sawed off shotgun and has it aimed at Clutch (about 2cm from his face). "... that was close. Don't sneak up on us like that, bud."
With a sigh of relief, Calvin puts his broomstick at ease to put the pressure on the pedal. The armored van races down the corpse-riddled highway, narrowly missing stacks of piled up bodies and clipping any straggling humanoids who don't know any better than to get out tha way. Blood and chunks of bone and brain stain the wiper-less, metal-grated windshield in front of them, while West Point shrinks in the distance behind them like a bad memory.
Before long, a prestine McCoy's Logging co. sign pokes it's vibrant colors through the foliage of the overgrown forest, the worst kind of reminder, that the world once had a purpose...
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Post by Clutch [FM] on May 21, 2015 12:44:14 GMT -5
Chain link fencing barely stood its ground after months and months of battery from the undead. If not, flora had long since climbed over and through.
The armored vehicle came to a stop when a building that blocked the road came to view. "Crap," whispered Clutch through the mumbling engine.
The structure consists of log walls that shrunk the width of either side of the road. Both entries were too small for a van to go through. An elevated shack behind the center of the wall looked like it served as a watch tower with no one on guard but ominous signs of a battle lie about. Corpses here and there both fresh and rotten, flowing yet coagulated blood littering the soiled path, and shells from a rifle that lead to a set of tracks that carried on. Should the group investigate or collect momentum to ram through the blockade instead?
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trebilcock
the man with the sniper is always to the rescue of men and woman in need
Survivor
Posts: 79
AKA (in game): Jacob
AKA (in game): Trebilcock
Reputation:: Mercenary
Group(s) In-Game:: part of the teamspeak group. also a caravan master and love to trade. pm for needs
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Post by trebilcock on May 21, 2015 13:33:45 GMT -5
*slings Hunting riffle over shoulder* Trebilcock slides back into the woods for another day to be useful. he laughs at how things escalated so fast. and runs to his camp to resupply
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Post by Hobbes on May 24, 2015 15:05:13 GMT -5
it's been a while since since the OP posted, but i vote blockade momentum. easy either way though, let's see what happens...
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Post by Clutch [FM] on May 24, 2015 20:27:49 GMT -5
"I think we should ram our way through," said Calvin. This time, The Lady and Clutch shared a look.
"You did ram through hordes of flesh and bone without clogging the engine," said The Lady.
"Wait, guys... Log walls won't stand alone on asphalt, it's likely that the wall is thick with layer-" said Clutch.
Calvin revs the engine, cutting Clutch off, "What," he asked. Both him and The Lady gave him sarcastic smirks. A few pushes and pulls on the stick shift and they were moving backwards. "I'm gonna die," mumbled Clutch.
"Have faith in the metal and the driver on the pedal," chimed Calvin. With one quick push and a loud stomp on the gas, the armored van rammed its way through thick tree trunks. Chips and bits hit the windshield but it didn't slow them down. The van sped the desolate road - then after a moment, it wasn't desolate after all.
Roars of motorcycles followed closely to the roar of the armored van. Lead hit its thick hull but none went through. "Bandits," cursed Calvin. "They must've heard us stop and waited for us to investigate the carnage," said The Lady, "we got lucky".
Ahead will be blocks and curves of deserted industry but a long straight road should the chase follow. Did I mention that without Calvin's knowledge, the van has a door to the roof? It's up to the driver's cunning tactics and foolhardy teamwork to pull through and outrun or outlast the low-life skums of the new world. What happens next?
EDIT: Forgot to add that it's likely that the bandidos use dirty bullets (rounds dipped in infected blood). It's a ruthless world out there full of ruthless tactics anyway.
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Post by Hobbes on May 25, 2015 16:48:27 GMT -5
Calvin screeches the handbrake and fish tails into 2 of the bikers, levelling their motorcycles and the riders underneath them, painting smears of blood across the road.
A few remain, tailing close behind.
Calvin yells "Open the back doors!" And as they fly open, the bikers close in on the crew. The Clutch fires a round into the neck of the closest bandit.
"How's my driving?" Calvin smirks to himself as he slams on the brakes sending the critically injured bloody mess of a biker into the back of the van where, the lady finishes him off.
"Go through his stuff!" Calvin says as the van slows to a halt.
"What are you doing?! This is your plan?!?" The Lady screams as she frantically checks the biker's pockets.
Calvin gets out of the van with hus broomstick ready to take care of the last few raiders.
*BOOM* ~CLICK~ *BOOM*
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Post by Clutch [FM] on May 25, 2015 21:48:34 GMT -5
This has gotten so awesome. and also,NOooo Ladyyy!
Clutch exits the van and approaches the two. He notices the wound on her face. "Hey are you okay?" he asked. The Lady nodded while checking the map. "You guys thinking what I'm thinking?" said the Lady.
Clutch nervously looked left and right, "uuhhh, I don't think it's a good ide-"
"HELL YES!" yelled Calvin. "It's settled then," she decides - not waiting for any more of Clutch's BS. Clutch retreats to a huge sigh and agrees. "We should've spared one of them so we could know who to rain metal on," he said.
Right on cue, the group catches a silhouette limping away from the wreckage. With a quick swipe from The Lady's gun, she shoots the bandit's arm. The rascal fell on his knees and wailed in pain. "Don't shoot, don't soot!" he pleaded. The three are engrossed by the crying man. "You think you're so tough, huh?" Calvin said while eying the bandit down.
"Can't make promises," said the Lady. She shows him the map. "Tell us all about this," she demanded.
***
The bandit told them everything. They overtook the outpost the New Muldraugh Militia has posted that was originally meant to monitor horde activity. Little did they know that a bandit cult called "Finishers of the Apocalypse" have been tracking them down. They took everyone from N-M-M to their bandit camp as hostage. They contacted NMM to supply them with weapons and food or else they'll kill one hostage every day. It has been the second day of negotiation and 1 of 5 people have been killed. It takes Half a day to reach the camp. Enough bullets and arms have been collected from the dead bandits.
Here are the damned tasks. all are optional: [Kill the remaining bandit] or [Take them with you as hostage] [Contact NMM through the walkie-talkie from the last bandit] or [go you own way. leave this fiasco to the involved factions]
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Post by Clutch [FM] on May 26, 2015 7:23:26 GMT -5
Clutch grabs Lady on reflex. The bandit chuckled. "Your friend's in trouble.. heh," he said with a snicker. He scowled at him, "shut your mouth if you don't want another hole in your body."
"Feisty," he said, "I was only trying to help you know?" He looked over at Lady. "Oh yes, what you're thinking is true... let's just say, we do rituals on our bullets. Haha haha haha ha!"
With a quick blow to his left jaw, the bandit fell face first on the soil. "You truly are skums of the world," said Calvin while wiping his hands out of disgust.
"No my brother, we are the Finishers of the Apocalypse. We deliver to the people of this so called "New World" the mighty will of our mother nature. We sweep the remaining crumbs of this land to fulfill what the earth intended. We reach the corners that the horde's can't reach and cleanse the earth we a-"
Another punch landed on the delusional man, "great, a cult of dedicated toothbrushes," said Clutch.
The two of the men looked at Lady with their eyes stern yet soft. i"What if the virus dissolved through the heat of the blow," asked Calvin. "That's the best bet we have," said Clutch while tying the bandit's mouth shut. "Here's some alcohol wipes. Disinfect your wound. I'll get that stitched soon," commanded Clutch.
"Thanks, and we can't waste any more time," said Lady. "We have a long way ahead of us and we should start walking past the woods. It's their element though so we must keep an eye out."
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The group contacted the NNM through radio found on the outpost since the walkie talkies were only good for short ranges and told them that the threats on the outposts have been neutralized and are on their way to rescue the hostages. NMM immediately sent back-up from camp but it would take them a day for the team to arrive since they were 1440 miles away. They would need to travel 60 mph to arrive exactly a day later which is otherwise unlikely. Although the amount of ammo collected from the bandits were enough, without proper tactics, the whole operation could be screwed and may kill the group as suggested by the NNM.
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Optionals: ["Screw tactics, they'll kill another person if we don't move."] ["It's a sacrifice we can't avoid. We need the back up with us if we want success."]
Edit: above are just suggestions. you can take the liberty of taking another course anytime.
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Post by Hobbes on May 26, 2015 8:31:49 GMT -5
"Screw tactics, they'll kill another person if we don't move." Calvin says with a kick in his step. The Lady, throws a gentle hand on his shoulder; shaking her head with a stern look of expecting better from him.
Clutch's opinion breaks the silence; "It's a sacrifice we can't avoid. We need the back up with us if we want success."
The Lady turns to agree with Clutch and Calvin darts off into the woods alone.
"Hey! We need to stick together!" The Lady yells.
The Lord dashes after him through the thick brush.
"Your brother's not much of a talker is he?" Clutch mumbles under his breath as he nonchalantly starts loading his weapons and prepping them into various holsters.
The Lady coughs as her knees tremble a bit, "You should see him when he's drunk."
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Calvins footsteps rip through the deadfall of the over-grown forest as he races towards the hostages.
Branches smack every part of him, and leave his bare arms raw with the grain of the woods. His quick steps slow to barely audible crunches as he approaches the deranged cult's hideout.
With his Sawn-Off at the ready, he removes his backpack, preps a couple Molotov cocktails and slinks the catch of the day from their slimy plastic bag. With a large over hand hook, he lobs the rotting fish carcasses towards the gates and back entrances.
Calvin flicks his zippo open and spins the flintwheel close to the alcohol soaked rag just as one of the patrol guards rounds the corner, catching him in plain sight.
The Lord's ninja-like stealth leaves the guard with strength in his legs enough to keep standing for a moment after his throat's been slit. His blood hit the ground before he did.
Calvin nods in thanks to The Lord and they fan out to continue their stealthy assault.
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The loud bang of an unsilenced sniper rifle ignites scattered bursts of handgun fire, way off in the distance.
The exchange of shooting slows to random spurts here and there, as smoke starts billowing from what seems to be the middle of the woods.
The Lady and Clutch hear the grobble of the radio as reinforcements confirm they are in-bound.
"Thats all I needed to hear" The Lady has been anxious the whole wait and darts off into the woods.
Clutch finishes a quick cardboard note pointing in the direction they went from the road taped to the van with the map. He disappears into the woods behind The Lady as the roar of reinforcements rumbles up the road to the checkpoint.
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