Name: "Corn" Joe(Coolrune206)'
Age: 16- Quite a young guy.
Gender: Male
Work: Farmer
Reason here: Walked into the woods with his pitchfork. Got stampeded by the loose boar he was trying to catch. Woke up inside this burning burning city.
Equipped: Pitchfork, Torch(unlit)
Items: Farmer's Basket, Canteen(water full), Sandwich in wrapper, lighter, Katana
Finding a needle, you go to lockpick the door. (3 v 3) You manage to lockpick it, but the only needle you had breaks. Entering the room. You find two people standing there in the darkness. Slowly, you turn on the light. They weren't standing... They were hanging by their necks. The smell is rancid and you have to hold your arm over your nose. Making your way in. You search for a weapon. You manage to find a lighter, and a... sword... Next to what seemed to be a child's decapitated body. A katana design. You swing the blade and it cleanly cuts the air. Finding the sheath nearby, you do so and put it on your side with a belt made for the sheath. Going in the man's jeans pocket, you find a keychain. Going back to the car, you ((Why do you predict what Im gonna do?)) try and start it. You start to smell something. (1 v 2) You closed the door to the garage. You go to open the door but the explosion catches you. It be nice if you survived the explosion. Honestly. But with your blood tracking you into this area and the units moving in. They find your body. Your backside burnt, they shoot you in the head. "Stupid cunt. Fell for the trap." The members laugh and move out of the slowly burning house. All the cars in the area except for the ones they were operating in, were trashed. It stands to reason they booby trapped a lot of the ones that might work.
Your mind in your final moments travels back to peaceful times of farming. And cattle. And pigs. And even a duck or two. Simple life. Hard work. Got paid. Not a lot of family but some. Some that will miss you. You mother places and plays a
music box under your picture. Something she had given to you long ago. Now never to hear it again.
((If you predict what I'm gonna do, Why would you do it?))
Harvey Ramos(Patrick Hunt)
Age : 27
Gender : Male
Work : Delta force covert ops and Guerrilla warfare specialist.
Reason here : To facilitate resistance, arm rebels and attempt to resolve the situation.
Equipped: 9mm smg(27 round)-burst fire, Combat knife, Walkie talkie
Items: Backpack(-1 speed, -2 sneak), Helmet(-1 speed +1 defense), Kevlar(-1 speed, +1 defense), Flare Gun(Green Flare), 10mm pistol(12 shot), 1 10mm pistol clip, 1 9mm smg clip, 7.62mm bolt-action sniper rifle(+1 to long distance)(15 rounds), .367 revolver(6 rounds), 9mm pistol(15 rounds), 2 9mm clips, Four army rations, Handcuffs, three canteens(water, full), suppressor(5 shots)
Medical Pack- Bandages, Antibiotics, Canteen(water-filled), 7.62mm clip(3 rounds), 7.62mm clip(15 rounds)
-Current boosts-: Badass(+1 intimidation)
*Items: Walkie talkie(2x) , Taser Gun(1/3 charge), can of sauce, Medical kit*
Using a walkie talkie here, you take one with you to a new location, going up to the third floor, you can just get a shot of the entire roof except for behind the roof entrance. The doorway is clear to your view however, and the small ridge and fence used to keep people from falling. With both on, you equal their frequency and wait. It takes time, however someone eventually pulls up in a jeep with a mounted machinegun on it. Two people get out of the jeep with one on the gun still and from what you can see through the scope, one in the drivers seat. The machinegun faces backwards. and scans in your direction but you are too far to pinpoint. You listen to their conversation. You hear the mumbling and they look at the blood, an Australian accent starts yelling. "Fucking shit. Get the boss on the phone. Let 'em know they broke the truce." You see one of the mercs lieutenants lackeys start to radio it in. Over yours you can start to hear his beginning phrase. "This is team 5, you read over?" An american accent. Will you listen to the rest?