TURN 2
Name: Roger 'Nightwing' Graph
Gender:Male
Class: Hero
Perks:Desperado, and Dual Wielding Novice
HUNGER (FOD): 400/500 [-250/day]
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THIRST (THR): 200/300 [-250/day]
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ENERGY (NGY): 450/1150
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FATIGUE (SLP): 750/1000 [-500/day]
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HEALTH (HP): 650/650 [+30/day]
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SANITY (MP): 700/700 [+50/day]
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Items
(Food)
Microwave meals (3) [1500]
Water bottle (400/600mL)
Potato Chips (1) [80]
(Weapons)
Aluminium Tonfa (2) [2000]
Nerf Gun (1) .6. [500]
(Miscellaneous)
Small bag -
- Heroes for Hire! T-shirt (1)
Cargo Shorts (1)
Nightwing Costume (1)
Nightwing mask (1)
Cape (1) [1000]
Total weight: 4.5/20
You start heading north- passing a Restaurant fairly early on. After walking north for a while, you find the sun dipping lower and lower. Still - no harm. Electricity still seems to be around for now, and the lights are on - the place seems quiet as a grave though. Late at night, you come across a hospital. (17/15). You start to head towards it, thinking it a decent place to wait the night out- and then you see movement near one of the windows. (16) There are a few humanoid shapes standing there. You can't see them very distinctly, but they look human, but thin, and with noticeable claws. You take a drink from your water bottle and sit down to think.
It is 9pm. You're a bit puffed. To the north is a Hospital.
Name: Johnson Denzen
Gender: Male
Class: Uninfected
Perks: Momentum
HUNGER (FOD):400/500 (-250/day)
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THIRST (THR):200/300 (-250/day)
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ENERGY (NGY):750/950
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FATIGUE (SLP): 850/1000 (-500/day)
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HEALTH (HP): 650/650 (+30/day)
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SANITY (MP): 210/500 (+30/day)
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Items
(Weapons)
Claws
(Miscellaneous)
Tattered cargo shorts
Backpack - (1400)
- Supply pack (2kg)
- Water bottle (600mL)
- Apple (200)
Total weight: 1.4/20
Denzen was fuming as he strode down the road. He'd spent a whole hour, and still only managed to find an apple. Damn. He passed a Supermarket fairly early on, but only managed to go past another few blocks before coming across an impressive sight. Ahead of you is a block which has been entirely cleared of debris- no cars on the road anywhere. Instead, they are all stacked in the centre of the block. You move closer to take a look and hear a voice.
"Halt! Identify yourself!"
"My name is Denzen! I woke up recently in a house- I think it was mine!" he shouted over to the barricade. Looking down at himself for a second, he shouted, "No, I'm not a zombie- I think I was for a bit, though. If you want me to go around you guys, I can, but I need some food and water- I've got nothing on me." Denzen prepared to run if they were hostile."
"Step up to the barricade!".
Denzen does this, reluctantly. There is a slight scuffle behind the barricade, and muted shouts of 'Hold your fire!' Eventually a man in a faded sergeants beret pops his head over the wall.
"Well shit son, you look exactly like one. Come on in, we'll get you some food and water."
Inside, it looks like paradise met boot camp. There's mess tables and tents- some of the nearby buildings have been commandeered, and the windows blockaded to about the highest degree they can- and there are guards everywhere. You estimate around 75 people live here.
"Just grab your grub out of the pot. So what do you need son... and what the hell are ye'?"
Grabbing a small pack of supplies and a water bottle, Denzen turned to the man. "I think I was infected, but somehow I woke up. I can kind of feel it in my body. Which gets me thinking- I should probably be on my way. If I'm contagious, though I doubt it, I probably shouldn't stick around uninfected people too much."
All of a sudden, a shout comes up across the camp "Thinkers! Thinkers to the east!"
The man turns to Denzen. "Did you lead them here!?" Before he can speak, the Sergeant says "Regardless, you need to get rid of those things. If they find out how many of us are in here, they'll draw all of the infected straight down on us."
All of a sudden, Denzen finds himself back out the east side of the barricade once more. The scout on that side says "You're fine to pass through once you get rid of those things"
Moving down the road a little, you see the five of them perched around the side of a building. They welcome you back, and congratulate you on finding a nest of primitives.
It is 1pm. You are still a little shaken.
| Name: | Malakai Steinstien | Kathy Sparks |
| Class: | Survivor | Survivor |
| Gender: | Male | Female |
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| HUNGER (FOD): | 400/500 (-200/day) | 450/500 (-150/day) |
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| THIRST (THR): | 300/300 (-200/day) | 250/300 (-150/day) |
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| ENERGY (NGY): | 600/1000 | 450/850 |
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| FATIGUE (SLP): | 750/1000 (-500/day) | 750/1000 (-500/day) |
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| HEALTH (HP): | 600/600 (+20/day) | 550/550 (+20/day) |
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| SANITY (MP): | 600/600 (+30/day) | 220/550 (+20/day) |
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| Perks: | Rock Climbing | Sniper |
Items
(Food)
Canned Beans (4) [2000]
Tinned Spaghetti (4) [2000]
Cooler Bottle [12L] (11.8L)
(Weapons)
.22 pistol (8/10)
Wooden Baseball Bat [1000]
(Miscellaneous)
T-Shirt (2)
Pants (1)
Skirt (1)
Tesla Electrics USB
Mobile Phone (2)
Total weight: 17/30
Malakai and Kathy head north. Early on they pass a hospital, but after that it's just blocks and blocks of abandoned suburbia - nothing interesting at all. Eventually, they have to stop, as it's getting close to 10pm, and a place needs to be found to sleep for the night.
Quietly, they hear a noise like metal hitting bone somewhere to the south- in the direction of the hospital.
It is 10pm. You hear fighting from the south. You can vaguely see a military base to the west.
Name: Katie 'Bloodhound' Jameson
Class: Marine
Perk: Sniper
HUNGER (FOD): 400/500 [-150/day]
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THIRST (THR): 200/300 [-150/day]
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ENERGY (NGY): 400/900
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FATIGUE (SLP): 700/1000 [-500/day]
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HEALTH (HP): 550/550 [+20/day]
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SANITY (MP): 650/650 [+40/day]
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(Food)
-MRE (5) [3000]
~Canteen - Water (2) (1L)
Energy bar (5)
(Weapons)
Scar-L (30/30) [4000]
Combat Knife (Bayonet) [500]
(Miscellaneous)
Backpack - [4000]
-Carton NATO 5.56mm rounds (10) [5000]
Combat Webbing ~ [3000]
~Frag grenade (3) [1200]
~Smoke grenade - red [400]
~Flash-bang grenade [400]
~Combat radio [1000]
"I'm alone- but my area is heavily barricaded. As for trasmitters, We have about a pallet left".
Katie moved amongst the houses, jumping over fences and keeping off the roads. It was a pretty hard travel, but presumably safer. After a while, she climbed onto a house and checked back along her path. Turns out she was being followed- but she'd lost them a few blocks back. She continued on, but could only go another few blocks before it was too dark to move.
It is 11pm. You are outside a courthouse. You feel a bit puffed
HUNGER (FOD):400/500 (-250/day)
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THIRST (THR):200/300 (-250/day)
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ENERGY (NGY):750/950
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FATIGUE (SLP): 850/1000 (-500/day)
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HEALTH (HP): 650/650 (+30/day)
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SANITY (MP): 700/700 [+40/day]
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Microwave meals (2) [1000]
Tinned Spaghetti [1000]
Cola Bottle (600mL)
(Weapons)
"Tanya" (15/20) [4500]
Switchblade
(Miscellaneous)
Box NATO rounds (30/50) [500]
T-Shirt (1)
Jacket (1)
Jeans (1)
Mobile Phone (1)
Igor continues down the street for most of the day, before eventually coming across a museum. He could see that it is still heavily barricaded- and inside are spray paint markings. He sees small figures inside the museum and ducks down behind cover- picking up a small stone and throwing it towards the stairs. It hits with a noticeable *pink*, and armed figures run out to the barricades.
"Hello, who are you" He shouts, to which the reply is "Who the fuck's asking?".
"Igor", he shouts. "Well, get the fuck out of here, we're sick of fucking russians, probably the cause of all this shit."
"Who are you?", he repeats.
"Like that matters! Where the fuck are you! Show yourself!".
Igor pops his head up and immediately comes under fire. Acting with decision, he swiftly begins taking out targets. More and more come out of the building, until the bodies are starting to build up.
Igor takes a bullet in his left wrist, but continues to fire until they are all dead- expending 25 ammunition.
After the firefight, he jumps up to the bodies and begins to search through them for any medical equipment. Finding none, he swears and strips off a length of a shirt, wrapping it around his wrist. Moving inside, he is greeted with an absolute shambles. The Massive Tyrannosaurus Rex has been toppled, and its bones are blocking up the side passages. In the center is a reception desk, and at the rear is a pair of staircases leading up to what is labeled as a 'theater'. There are a few TV dinners sitting against the wall, along with a black duffle bag, and there are water coolers along the walls. He scoots over to the bag and opens it up, to reveal 16 large packets of white crystals. From his protection days he can tell that this is pure heroin. He closes the bag again, hiding it away, and checking his sides, he moves up the stairs.
Inside is what appears to be like a lecture theater, or a exhibition room. There is a space section behind and to the left, where an astronaut suit is standing. At the center there is a desk with a steel vat on top of it. Behind the desk, an infected is chained. It is idly sitting, and fiddling with the catch with it's claws. It looks up, seeing Igor immediately, but after looking at him for a few seconds, looks downwards and continues to play with the lock. Igor shouts "Who are you!". It lifts its head to regard him for a few seconds, and then continues to play with the lock. Igor says "Talk to me, or I will shoot you". It again looks back up at him, but before it can do much more, he shoots it in the head. After checking the body, Igor approaches the vat. He takes the top off, and inside is another cap. Eyeing it cautiously, he begins to take the cap off, but he quickly recoils as his fingers freeze. Ah, so not a vat, a flask. Of Liquid Nitrogen.
He leaves the room and heads back to the entry hall- taking a few minutes to set up a string-line trap. He is moderately successful, putting a string across the entrance which is hooked up to a chandelier of dinosaur teeth. If anything were to hit the teeth with significant force, the teeth would rattle. He finds a fairly sophisticated drug-set on the body of one of the bandits, and heats some heroin on the watchglass, before grabbing a syringe (secure-wrapped), and injecting himself with it. Everything suddenly goes 'k, and he finds a spot behind the reception desk- a pile of coats made into a makeshift bed, looks 'k, and goes to sleep on it, drifting into dreams which are entirely 'k.
You have gained 2 levels. You are locked out for the rest of this day
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Topic: Tack's Zombie Survival RPG (Turn 2) (Read 10668 times)