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[Caerwyn]

Marcus will quickly jab the man in the solar plexus, and smash the brute's face into his knee. Then, if Kazuo needs help, try and jump the guy attacking him. If he doesn't, loot the bodies. Don't take everything though, just find whatever there is, and let Marcus and Kazuo pick through it at will.

Yay! A post.

It's worth checking these forums 30+ times a day. I like your writing style, by the way.

[Baradine]

Well, let's leave my guitar at home base for now, I don't want to break it before it's potential can be realized.  Anyways, killing them would be bad, as they would probably know that the base is here, so let's try and sneak up on them.  If I succeed at that, this will be my plan.  I'll have me and my allies running around, creating distractions in a manner that leads them away from the camp, whilst leading them all around our little hideout, making them think they've searched the place.

If I am unable to sneak up on them, I guess I'll pretend I'm just some wandering citizen (take off all insignia's that may have the scouts recognize me as being in the Guerrillas, along with my team mates), and then attack, but not to kill, only to make them run away.  Oh, and if they have guns, find some type of cover, first.

((So there, overly thought out plan))

[Ultimuh]

Tell the interrogator who I am, where I'm from and that I am looking for opportunity.

(Yeah I am kind of uncreative with choices at the moment.)

[Firelordsky]

Kick one of them, so as to provoke them to attack me, and if they do attack then I will lead on a chase through the streets trying to pick them off one-by-one.

[Fniff]

Spoiler: Pictures (click to show/hide)

I did a drawing of Jordan Svenson, pixel art.

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Jordan thanked Dmitri for the information, then walked out into the street as the sun set, and the darkness infected the gray remnants of daylight. The streets were silent as he walked down the makeshift muddy streets and corpse-filled alleyways, nothing to seperate him from the too hard or too soft ground but a fake imitation of wood that was probably extinct by now. As Jordan arrived at the meeting point, the statue of the Last Soldier (A monument to the soldier who gave his life in September 30th, 1993, to save a collection of people by sending them into a fallout shelter and fending off a wave of Soviet soldiers before perishing in the last nuclear weapon ever used), a man in a red scarf that covered the lower part of his face and a long black overcoat leaned against it.

Jordan walked over and looked the man square in the eye, then leaned against the statue as well. Jordan scratched his cheek below his left eye, and then coughed. The man's eyes didn't move from his original position.

"So... You're here for the new world?" The man whispered so quietly, Jordan almost couldn't hear.

"I'm here on part of the Aesir." Jordan whispered back. "We want to broker a deal."

"Aesir? Imperialist motherfuckers like you were the reason there's nothing anymore." Bitterness dripped from the man's voice like water from a soaked coat. Jordan was curious as to why the man thought the Aesir Initative was the cause. Governments, elected by men, was the thing that doomed this world.

"We'll give you our full support. Mercenaries, weapons, anything. Without us, your revolution won't work. It's better us then nothing."

"... What else?"

"You take me in as a soldier. You give me a radio and a load-out of my choosing. The radio is so I can contact our mutual friends to say the deal went through. Then, the fires of revolution will cleanse this land. Are you with me, or will you stay in the dark, brother?"

The man's eyes darted towards Jordan, taking every single part of Jordan in...

Contact the rebel, then give him these terms. The Aesir Initiative will supply weapons, mercenaries and whatever else is required in return for the Aesir Initiative Operator Svenson a place in the Guerrillas. He also will get a radio and a full load-out of his desire.

[Greenstarfanatic]

Seems cool. Hope none of that other stuff matter TOO much and that I'm not too late.

Name: Alan Cantch
Gender: Male(?)
History: Alan was depressed. He knew he didn't have to be here. He chose to come, and he couldn't back down now. He came to the Island to find something new. He didn't expect this. He came to make a change, to make a name for himself. He didn't know it would be this hard. All he came with were a Gun, which he foolishly left on the boat, some Gymnastic training, and the strange ability he had not yet become aware of. This...was his destiny.
Skill/Trait:
Agility (Parkour{+1 Running}


Is this good? If so, I choose to wander into the skeletal remains of a huge skyscraper, hoping to find somebody. Anybody...

[agertor]

(Well you can't start with a gun. You start with your bare fists, if you want to keep it like this, it is fine, because story wise you will lose your gun otherwise.)

[Greenstarfanatic]

Okay, edited so he WANTED to have a gun. Too bad he's forgetful...

[Boltur]

Find some blunt weapon(pipe or something similar) and try to ambush the soldier at the pond.

[agentorangesoda]

Kazuo grabs the leg on his chest and throws it aside, attempting to recover from these most ignoble defeats.

[NRDL]

Too busy for this game, sorry, I'm out.