Character Sheet:
Name: "Whatever"
Character Concept: He is a sportsman, designed to be the best athlete at whatever he does, with no failure, with any failure criticised by "G", his coach in his head. He will be the best sportsman, no matter what.
Inventory: M1 Garand, Leather Coat, #1 T-shirt, Jeans, Backpack of food, Water, box of hunting ammo, hunting knife, silver sliver
Ally: "G". "G" is not a real person. "G" is the other voice in his head, personally designed to antagonize and demonize anything "Whatever" does, says, anything he does, "G" is a natural critic extraordinaire, and all for no cost, other than your anger, inadequacy, and tears, no tears though, real men don't cry
Transportation: ATV, with spiked tires, snow plow front end, roll cage with inventory attached on the back, and efficiently gas powered
Stats and skills:
Firearms:Average(Rifles)
Doge:Average(Parkour)
Melee:Average(Mixed Martial Arts)
Charisma:Poor(Talking to G)
Strength: Excellent(Endurance)
Agility: Excellent(Reflexes)
Repair:Poor(Diet)
You hack open the can with the can opener of a multiknife and quickly swallow its contents, salty tasting meat sludge with the consistency of tuna fish. Full of protein, low in fat, and cheap. Anyone who eats it feels the desire to drink copious amounts of water, which you proceed to do. Somehow after you eat that stuff, even the water tastes salty. In any case, you're no longer hungry. You return to your vehicle and retrace your steps, back to the crossroads, then toward the distant mountains.
The new road contains more turns then even the old one, narrowing and widening at arbitrary intervals as it snakes steadily toward the mountains. It continuously gains altitude as it does so, ever so slightly dragging you up. Sometimes it seems to change into a footpath, your wheels digging into the still wet sides of the road, while other times you have enough room for three more ATVs to pass easily. Of course, always in your vision is the green mountains in the distance, getting closer and closer as the world gets darker and darker.
As the sun finally sets behind them, you arrive at the foot of the mountains.
What do you do now?
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Name: Brother Roy
Inventory: very well-maintained white overalls, white cap, a spotless toolbox holding a variety of tools for varying repairs, several other toolboxes in van, quite a few bits of metal to work with. A respectable sum of money. Ammo for Brother Sam. Quite a reasonable amount of food and water. Drafting tools and a wealth of paper.
Character Concept: a hopeful aviation engineer with a silver tongue and a loyal henchman, Brother Roy hopes to find someone in the land who shares his lifelong, enthusiastic dream of one day slipping the surly bonds of earth, as is natural for man to do. He cares not how many people think he can't do it, or how many white lies need to be told for this to happen, but while he breathes, he is going to work ceaselessly toward his great goal - heavier-than-air flight, or at least lighter-than-air flight if that proves easier, done on a commercial level!
Ally: Brother Sam, a man of guns. Guns are the man's passion, though he also rather likes to watch Brother Roy work as well. This is more of a hobby, obviously, but nevertheless Brother Roy has gotten Brother Sam a very fine set of overalls and matching cap, making them look like quite the team! And they sort of are, since Brother Sam shoots everything that Brother Roy cannot deal with on his own, utilizing his favorite MAC-11 with reckless abandon when the situation calls for it.
Transportation: a white off-road vehicle, powered by gasoline, fairly well-kept and relatively quiet, though not particularly fast. The two back seats and the trunk are filled with quite a bit of tools, plans, materials and everything that a combination of those three could possibly produce. It's all kept in rather fastidious order, of course, and the more fragile things are securely tied down.
Stats and skills:
Firearms: Poor (firearm disassembly)
Doge: Average (reaching cover)
Melee: Poor (evading knife attacks)
Charisma: Excellent (sales pitches)
Strength: Average (sprinting)
Agility: Average (piloting)
Repair: Excellent (aircraft creation)
What is the difference between dead and rotten and lost and forgotten for a forum post?
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"One hundred years. The one before that was another hundred. So on and so forth."
The guard sighs, lowering his voice even more.
"I know what you are thinking. I'm thinking the same thing too. I was once a wander like you, and settled here long ago. Maybe this time will be different. I wracked my brain trying to figure out how I could warn everyone without being called out for blasphemy. I couldn't think of anything. I tried to think of a way to just save my family, but my wife laughed at all attempts to leave for the festival. In the end, the only person I would be able to save was myself. And what would that do? My faith isn't strong, but I do believe in the same thing as the rest of my people. The other floods victims really did deserve it, the schools here have history classes even for adults that prove so. Maybe the gods really did kill them off, just waiting a hundred years to do so. If not, then I will spend one last night with my wife and kids, happily enjoying our last moments until the end. Feel free to save yourselves, strangers, by all means leave just before the festival starts. But please don't try anything stupid. The best you could hope to accomplish is ruin everyone's last happy moments."
What do you do now?
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