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[Errol]

"Would be happy to get something in my stomach, yes."

[Aseaheru]

"Shure. Where was the last time we ate anyways?"

[anailater]

"Thanks mate. What were you doing when all of this started anyway?"

[TCM]

"Thanks mate. What were you doing when all of this started anyway?"

Who is Ben talking to? I'm pretty sure it's Omeen, but I'd like to be positive.

[TCM]

((HOW THE HELL IS NO ONE DEAD YET.))

+9001

This isn't the type of game where every dangerous scenario could kill one or two people. It's organic, in the sense that everything could be fine for a while, and then some catastrophe occurs that takes out most of the existing party.

[anailater]

"Thanks mate. What were you doing when all of this started anyway?"

Who is Ben talking to? I'm pretty sure it's Omeen, but I'd like to be positive.

((Yeah it's Omeen.))

[Greenstarfanatic]

"I think we could all use some food."

[ScriptWolf]

i suppose stopping for food would be a good thing


(( don't you ever stop updating this or the gang one! ))

[TCM]

Bump so the couple of other players know that this game is still on.

Oh wait, all the players have posted.

Welp.

[Aseaheru]

Buaha!

[TCM]

Chapter 21: Glass

~Day 1~
August 8th, 2015
1:10:52 P.M.

"That would be nice."

"Sure. Haven't had to lug this around for a while."

"Would be happy to get something in my stomach, yes."

"Shure. Where was the last time we ate anyways?"

"Thanks mate. What were you doing when all of this started anyway?"

"I think we could all use some food."

i suppose stopping for food would be a good thing

The unanimous decision is made for a food stop in the middle of the woods. The 14th Community also concurs. "Right then," Omeen dictates, "it would be good for us to stop and eat." As he presses forward into the mass of trees, he spots a brief clearing. "Found a spot, let's all settle and get some stuff out."

Everyone puts their things down besides them temporarily, slumping against a tree trunk or sitting down. Both parties open their food sources, the Drifters digging into Ben's bag. Cans of various meat, fruit, and vegetable material are opened, and water bottles are passed around. The bag has done an excellent job so far of regulating the correct temperature for each item. The hunger and thirst piercing the group is quelled for now.

7 FS Consumed
7 WS Consumed

During the eating, inter-group conversation is held. Trish sits down besides Kyle, "So, about those stories you were talking about..."

At the same time, Ben heads over to stand next to Omeen who happens to be leaning upon an Oak, shotgun resting perpendicularly, next to him. "Hey mate, what were you doing when all of this started anyway?"

Omeen shrugs, "I was just living life. Matter of fact, the day this all went down I was picking up food for a barbeque. When I was driving back home, that's when things went way out of hand. I heard that stuff was a bit crazy farther up north, but I didn't think it would travel anywhere. Good thing I had that food too, otherwise we wouldn't have lasted the first days, man."


As everything has reached a point of some sort of relative tranquility, it is broken when something breaks near about ten meters to the side of the lunch spot. Not a branch or some other natural object, no, each person could clearly hear that the shattering sound was glass breaking up into numerous pieces, and there was no glass around them when they had first arrived. Everyone instinctively goes for their own belongings, as Omeen curses and grabs his gun, "I don't think we're alone."

Spoiler: General Group Information (click to show/hide)

Player Survivors: 7
(Drifters: Clair Lord, Mr. Rand, Jarrod Hilton, Charles, Kyle Johnson, Ben Ross, Wulf Ulric)
NPC Survivors: 4
(14th Community: Omeen, Trish, Layla, Terrel)

Group Needs:

Clouds: None
Temperature: Hot
 
FS: 35
WS: 32

Base: None

Colors:
Clair Lord
Mr. Rand
Jarrod Hilton
Charles
Kyle
Ben Ross
Wulf Ulric

Spoiler: Clair Lord (scapheap) (click to show/hide)

Name: Clair Lord
Gender: Female
Age: 26
Occupation: Bouncer
Attributes:
Strength:++
Perception:+
Agility:--
Endurance:+++
Stealth:----
Dexterity:--
Constitution:+
Will:+
Intelligence:-
Charisma:++
Luck:-
Skills:
Grappling[4]
Tracking[2]
Intimidation[2]

Equipment:
Taser (100%) - A non-lethal weapon designed to shock it's target into submission.
Sunglasses - Black glasses that shield the eyes from direct sunlight. Looks cool.

Physical Health: Normal
Mental Health: Normal

Spoiler: Mr. Rand (Errol) (click to show/hide)

Name: Mr. Rand
Gender: Male
Age: 39
Occupation: Math teacher
Attributes:
Strength: --
Perception: +
Agility:
Endurance: +
Stealth: ---
Dexterity: +
Constitution: --
Will: ++
Intelligence: +++
Charisma:
Luck: -
Skills:
Memory[4]
Botany[2]
Speed Reading[2]

Equipment:
Wristwatch - Tells the current time. Non-electric.
The Complete Tales of the Bard - Contains all the works of William Shakespeare. Designed fancily, and valued to be over $300.

Physical Health: Normal
Mental Health: Normal

Spoiler: Jarrod Hilton (Greenstarfanatic) (click to show/hide)

Name: Jarrod Hilton
Gender: Male
Age: 60
Occupation: Doctor (Specializing in nothing in particular, and had been retired for about 2 years.)
Attributes:
Strength: ---
Perception: ++
Agility: ---
Endurance: +
Stealth: --
Dexterity: --
Constitution: +
Will: ++
Intelligence: ++
Charisma: +
Luck: +
Skills:
Medical Treatment[4]
Crafting Drugs[2]
Cars [2]

Equipment:
First Aid Kit (100%) - Contains all the materials needed to deal with minor up to moderate injuries.
Penicillin (100%) - Bottle of Penicillin, an anti-bacterial medicine.
Lipstick - Fresh stick of lip makeup. The label reads 'Full Pink'.

Physical Health: Normal
Mental Health: Normal

Spoiler: Charles (Aseaheru) (click to show/hide)

Name: Charles
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Occupation: Student, computer repairman
Attributes:
Strength:--
Perception:+
Agility:
Endurance:+
Stealth:
Dexterity:
Constitution:
Will:
Intelligence:++
Charisma: -
Luck:-
Skills:
Build Electronics[4]
Hacking[2]
WW2-Era Weaponry [2]

Equipment:
Laptop (100%) - Fully functional mobile computer. Can accomplish any computer tasks that don't require network connection.
Sling Pack - A useful carrier device, that is slung over one's shoulder and carries the contents at the hip.
Rock - Fist-sized, jagged on one side and smooth on the other.
Short Length of Rebar - Previously used as a reinforcement bar in a structure, this length has fallen off and now can be wielded.
Small Rock - A smaller-than-average rock.

Physical Health: Normal
Mental Health: Normal

Spoiler: Kyle Johnson (kj1225) (click to show/hide)

Name: Kyle Johnson
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Occupation: Writer
Attributes:
Strength:-
Perception:+
Agility:
Endurance:-
Stealth:
Dexterity:+
Constitution:
Will: --
Intelligence:+
Charisma:
Luck: +
Skills:
Storytelling[4]
Spanish, French & German[2]
Long Guns[2]

Equipment:
Double-Barreled Shotgun (2/0) - Close-range long gun with two barrels.
Ballpoint Pen - Writing device. The tip comes out by pushing the top button.

Physical Health: Normal
Mental Health: Normal

Spoiler: Ben Ross (anailater) (click to show/hide)

Name: Ben Ross
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Occupation: Fireman
Attributes:
Strength:
Perception:
Agility: -1
Endurance: +1
Stealth: -1
Dexterity: +1
Constitution: -1
Will: -1
Intelligence: +1
Charisma: +1
Luck: +/-1
Skills:
Firefighting[4]
Emergency Health[2]
Axes[2]

Equipment:
Fireman Gear Bag - Bag intended to carry fireman equipment. Lots of storage space. Currently holds the group's Food & Water.
Fire Axe - Designed to chop down obstructions in a firey area, like doors and windows.

Physical Health: Normal
Mental Health: Normal

Spoiler: Wulf Ulric (ScriptWolf) (click to show/hide)

Name: Wulf Ulric
Gender: Male
Age: 27
Occupation: Soldier - Royal Marines
Attributes:
Strength: ++
Perception:
Agility:--
Endurance:++
Stealth: ----
Dexterity:
Constitution:+
Will:++
Intelligence:++
Charisma:---
Luck:
Skills:
Explosives[4]
Electrical Engineering[2]
Emergency Health[2]

Equipment:
L85A2 Assault Rifle (10/0) - Standard assault rifle for Royal Marine infantry. Reliable and accurate.
Military Utility Knife - Short blade British Military knife noted for situational adaptability.
Wooden Board - A board about the an arm's length long. Many possible uses.
5 Nails - Useful metal nails that can be driven into many surfaces.
2 Double-A Batteries - Electrical units that can power specific devices for a fair amount of time.
Bottle of Malt Liquor (Half-full) - A bottle of cheap booze. It's not fancy in any way, but it has a kick to it.

Physical Health: Normal
Mental Health: Normal

[kj1225]

"I'd love to tell you all about how I am a writer but it would seem someone or something is around."
Investigate the noise with my gun at the ready.

[Aseaheru]

"Jeaze, what the fuck was that? Who would even go and break glass these days? too useful intact..."
Look around anxiously, re-bar in one hand, small rock ready to throw in the other.

[Greenstarfanatic]

Be near the center of the group, seeing as I lack a weapon. Oh well.

[Imp]

Spoiler: joining the waitlist, whooooopeeeeeee! (click to show/hide)

Name: Jane Andrews
Gender: Female
Age: 28
Occupation: Restaurant manager
Color: Teal
Attributes: (Remember, equal number of +'s and -'s.)
Strength: --
Perception: +
Agility:
Endurance: --
Stealth: ++
Dexterity:
Constitution: --
Will: ----
Intelligence: ++
Charisma: +
Luck: ++++
Skills:

Biography: Despite getting top grades in high school, Jane always wanted to work and never made going to college a priority.  Highly intelligent and well read, she tended to do well enough in life to be comfortable, but did not keep most jobs for long. 

She'd started karate classes when she was sixteen, and continued going to one type of dojo or another periodically, between 'breaks' of months to years.  She never stayed with any style longer than six months and never considered herself more than a well rounded beginner.

Eventually she took a job as a cashier for a mom-and-pop type restaurant, and about a month after she started work the afternoon manager fell at home and severely injured his leg.  The owners came to cover the shift, and Jane impressed them by how she helped keep the stations and workloads balanced.  She became a temporary manager, then a full time one, and for the last three years (until disaster ended such things) she finally had a job she wanted to keep.

She tried going to college several times, around the 50 hour workweek of management, and repeatedly dropped out before the end of the second month of classes, exhausted but delighted to have tried, even though she failed again and again.  Between being interested in almost everything, enjoying reading to the point of almost compulsively reading anything around in her spare time, and having attended the first month or two of a few dozen pre-requisite-lacking college courses, and having a fairly good memory; Jane knows a bit more than a little about a great many things, but has almost no specialized knowledge in anything.

Physical Health: Normal
Mental Health: Normal