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[Secheral]

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Name: Carp Enter
Occupation before the Apocalypse: Artist
Appearance: An average-sized man. His bone-white hair is interwoven and forms a primitive mane with his beard and moustache. His black eyes dart constantly dart around his surroundings. His clothes are made of paper that was stapled together and cover him from neck to toe.
Personality: Reasonably cautious. People might call him paranoid or mad but every one of his fears is grounded in reality. They're real and all who think otherwise are fools who will never survive the gathering of walls.
Professional Skill(s): Sculpting, Dodging
Hobbies: Worship, Engraving, Hunting
What do you have in your pockets:
5 stones
Paintbrush
Pencil
Lighter

Hmm. Remember the dangers of shoving paper into people's faces. Rethink decision.
Distribute the stones among the children. Teach them the worship of stones and attempt to impart my extensive knowledge on the throwing of said stones into the face of the enemy.

[Glass]

Oppose me all you want, just remember I can take a hit well, practice martial arts, and have a pair of tonfas.

[sprinkled chariot]

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Name: John Walker
Occupation before the Apocalypse: President Trump bodyguard.
Appearance: Completely unremarkable man in classical suit.
Personality: Very american.
Professional Skill(s): Push away people, who get too close to president. Shoot in targets at firing range.
Hobbies: TOTALLY AMERICAN revolver made by AMERICAN WORKERS in AMERICA for real AMERICANS, zippo lighter(equally AMERICAN), metal flask of absolutely american Jack Daniels whiskey brewed by americans for americans, cellphone, pocket sized american flag.

YELL : STOP RIGHT HERE, CRIMINAL SCUM, then shoot cannibals charging Trump with AMERICAN LEAD FROM AMERICAN BARREL OF AMERICAN REVOLVER, while shouting YEEE-HAAAA, like real americans, do in such american place as Texas.

[Aigre Excalibur]

Get the pan and knife ready,listen for the stalker,when i hear him or see him run into him and hit him over the head with the pan and start stabbing him

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Name: Jonhson
Occupation before the Apocalypse: Engineer
Appearance: He looks like an old gold digger for some reason https://i.pinimg.com/736x/cd/bb/83/cdbb83af4ca847b0d17bdfb9afd371b5--hopes-and-dreams-cowboy-art.jpg
Personality: Basically a old man that always has a smile on his face
Professional Skill(s): Engineering , Building
Hobbies: Electrician , Tactical Wrench Fighting , Drinking
What do you have in your pockets: Leatherman Wave Multitool, Screwdriver, Canteen (with alcochol)
XXL Tub of Popcorn
Status: Bleeding from the anus.
Back is torn

1 - You fail to detect the stalker sneaking up on you.

3 - The stalker cuts you in the back, tearing the muscle and tearing the fat!

3 - You counter attack with mundane fury - cutting the cannibal in the cheek, tearing the fat!

Stop being incompetent prick like Trump and show off what a true badass can do! Let massive ass kicking commence!

Spoiler: Vladimir Putin (click to show/hide)

Name: Vladimir Putin
Occupation before the Apocalypse: President of Russia
Appearance: It's like god distilled the essence of manliness from tiger and bear testicles, decided the result wasn't good enough, threw it out the window, and then handcrafted a man that transcended manliness as we know it.
Personality: The essence of calm badassery.  He's so badass that when he looks at explosions, they immediately stop to avoid breaking the laws of the universe.
Professional Skill(s): Badassery and Conquest.
Hobbies: Bear riding, gun-kata, and funky dancing.
In his pockets: Makarov pistol, combat knife, His favourite stuffed bear in full KGB regalia.

Status:
STAINED WITH CAKE
Deeply teared chest muscle
3 fingers less

5 - You perform flawless gun-kata, dropping 5 cannibals with headshots at point blank range.

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Name: John Walker
Occupation before the Apocalypse: President Trump bodyguard.
Appearance: Completely unremarkable man in classical suit.
Personality: Very american.
Professional Skill(s): Push away people, who get too close to president. Shoot in targets at firing range.
Hobbies: TOTALLY AMERICAN revolver made by AMERICAN WORKERS in AMERICA for real AMERICANS, zippo lighter(equally AMERICAN), metal flask of absolutely american Jack Daniels whiskey brewed by americans for americans, cellphone, pocket sized american flag.

YELL : STOP RIGHT HERE, CRIMINAL SCUM, then shoot cannibals charging Trump with AMERICAN LEAD FROM AMERICAN BARREL OF AMERICAN REVOLVER, while shouting YEEE-HAAAA, like real americans, do in such american place as Texas.

2 - You attempt to yell, but it comes off as a feeble squeak that fails to make any moral impact.
6 - You shoot a cannibal charging straight for Trump. The bullet passes through the cannibal's chest and hits Trump square in the chest.

4 Cannibals remain. They continue to advance with berserk fury!

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Name: Carp Enter
Occupation before the Apocalypse: Artist
Appearance: An average-sized man. His bone-white hair is interwoven and forms a primitive mane with his beard and moustache. His black eyes dart constantly dart around his surroundings. His clothes are made of paper that was stapled together and cover him from neck to toe.
Personality: Reasonably cautious. People might call him paranoid or mad but every one of his fears is grounded in reality. They're real and all who think otherwise are fools who will never survive the gathering of walls.
Professional Skill(s): Sculpting, Dodging
Hobbies: Worship, Engraving, Hunting
What do you have in your pockets:
5 stones
Paintbrush
Pencil
Lighter

I silently curse this "Bob" under my breath for interrupting an important part of the lesson. These children need this knowledge, the knowledge of the gliding enemy beneath the waves, if they wish to survive in the world. Does this upstart cheese grater really think he can just barge in here with his fancy title? No, this simply won't do. Maybe he's actually a carp in disguise. Yes, that must be it, I can see it in his soulless little eyes.
Tear off a page with a drawing of a carp from one of the many layers of my suit. Attempt to exorcise the carp from Bob.

Hey now, don't look at me, it's Jack you want to talk to

Reinforce the barricades!

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Name: Bob
Occupation before the Apocalypse: Carpenter
Appearance: A rather short, but stout individual. His tiny eyes are barely noticable on his huge, football shaped head. His go-to outfit are a pair of overalls, steel-toe boots, a toolbelt, and a safety-yellow hard hat.
Personality: He is a problem solver, and always has a positive attitude, even when things are going wrong.
Professional Skill(s): Construction and repair.
Hobbies: Flipping houses, gardening, and talking to inanimate objects.
What do you have in your toolbelt:
* screw driver
* pipewrench
* box cutter, a tape measure
* $3707 worth of Victoria's Secret lingerie
* glock 19 (15 rounds)

6 - You find nails and building supplies in the nearby shops. Your start using your masterwork carpentry on the barricades. In the construction frenzy, a schoolgirl faints from exhaustion and collapses in your arms.

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Name: Carp Enter
Occupation before the Apocalypse: Artist
Appearance: An average-sized man. His bone-white hair is interwoven and forms a primitive mane with his beard and moustache. His black eyes dart constantly dart around his surroundings. His clothes are made of paper that was stapled together and cover him from neck to toe.
Personality: Reasonably cautious. People might call him paranoid or mad but every one of his fears is grounded in reality. They're real and all who think otherwise are fools who will never survive the gathering of walls.
Professional Skill(s): Sculpting, Dodging
Hobbies: Worship, Engraving, Hunting
What do you have in your pockets:
5 stones
Paintbrush
Pencil
Lighter

Hmm. Remember the dangers of shoving paper into people's faces. Rethink decision.
Distribute the stones among the children. Teach them the worship of stones and attempt to impart my extensive knowledge on the throwing of said stones into the face of the enemy.

5 - You train the children into expert stone throwers. You also found the cult of the guardian stone and are looked up to as its prophet. You are the rock upon which this church is founded...

Umm IDK but you seem to have forgotten my action, am I dead? I did leave off in a burning building with korean staff laughing at me...

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'Those bastards. They shall pay to the regime!'( said to himself)
Beg to the southern filth for mercy. Beg them that they take me back. If this succeeds, stab them in the back with a knife I stole from the kitchen or the darts that I have in my pocketses.

6 - In a final fit of rage Kim Jong-un barrels into the shutters, bashing them off their hinges and landing on the south Koreans. Then he gives in to the pain.

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Name: Joe Blo (This name is just a placeholder. No-one cares about his name, usually just saying "Hey, you!" or some other variant.)
Occupation before the Apocalypse: Minimum-wage asshole for some major fast-food chain.
Appearance: People usually don't look at him long enough to actually see what he looks like other than "he's a man".
Personality: Would rather people didn't bother him. Has given up on that hope for a long while now, and now prefers to just do his job and then leave so he can do his own thing.
Professional Skill(s): Listening to (and following) orders, not getting angry.
Hobbies: Wood carving/whittling, video games, writing.
What do you have in your pockets: Pocket knife, small wooden stick that has some carving on it, car keys, bottle of water, cell phone, wallet with some money and credit cards.

Joe throws the shoe at the cannibal’s head as hard as he can.

2 - You hit a random stranger, said stranger becomes disoriented long enough for another cannibal to seize him and bite into his flesh.

The cannibal you were trying to hit continues to munch away with glee.

[AzyWng]

Joe decides to move away from the cannibal and search for another thing to throw.

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Name: Joe Blo (This name is just a placeholder. No-one cares about his name, usually just saying "Hey, you!" or some other variant.)
Occupation before the Apocalypse: Minimum-wage asshole for some major fast-food chain.
Appearance: People usually don't look at him long enough to actually see what he looks like other than "he's a man".
Personality: Would rather people didn't bother him. Has given up on that hope for a long while now, and now prefers to just do his job and then leave so he can do his own thing.
Professional Skill(s): Listening to (and following) orders, not getting angry.
Hobbies: Wood carving/whittling, video games, writing.
What do you have in your pockets: Pocket knife, small wooden stick that has some carving on it, car keys, bottle of water, cell phone, wallet with some money and credit cards.

[Glass]

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Name: Jack S.
Occupation prior to apocalypse: Stunt double
Appearance: Looks pretty average, actually; he's made to look like the actors with CGI.
Personality: Would just like to get out of this alive thank you very much; also, probably definitely this.
Professional abilities: acrobatic feats, taking a hit well, good luck, impersonation
Hobbies: marathons, martial arts, reading tvtropes
Whats does he has in his pocketses: a pair of tonfas, an umbrella, and a snack
Upgrades: Commander of Bookworms

First off: are there any bass instruments in the Ballet and Music store, like trombones or bassoons?
Second: does the Fitness place have weights and those yoga balls and anything else separate from exercise machines?

No idea. If you search, we'll roll for it.

Search for them.

Eh, Aigre, this thing, it still needs to happen.

[Aigre Excalibur]

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Name: Jack S.
Occupation prior to apocalypse: Stunt double
Appearance: Looks pretty average, actually; he's made to look like the actors with CGI.
Personality: Would just like to get out of this alive thank you very much; also, probably definitely this.
Professional abilities: acrobatic feats, taking a hit well, good luck, impersonation
Hobbies: marathons, martial arts, reading tvtropes
Whats does he has in his pocketses: a pair of tonfas, an umbrella, and a snack
Upgrades: Commander of Bookworms

First off: are there any bass instruments in the Ballet and Music store, like trombones or bassoons?
Second: does the Fitness place have weights and those yoga balls and anything else separate from exercise machines?

No idea. If you search, we'll roll for it.

Search for them.

Eh, Aigre, this thing, it still needs to happen.

Oops, Sorry.

6 - You find a huge barbell with weights that come in 20 kg increments. You also find a giant contrabassoon and a number of clarinets. The contrabassoon is a rare antique costing millions of dollars, but you plunder it anyway, much to the chagrin of the music shop.

[CABL]

Dude, you forgot about my action! It's on the previous page.

[Aigre Excalibur]

Stand up, take my guitar and run the fuck outta this place.
If I don't die running away, find myself a safe place to hide in.

Spoiler: Roger Waters (click to show/hide)

Name: Roger Waters
Occupation before the Apocalypse: Former Pink Floyd's lead vocalist.
Appearance: Here...
Personality: Grumpy, jerkish and egoistical. Thinks that Trump is a pig.
Professional Skill(s): Guitar, Singing.
Hobbies: Left-wing activism, Anti-Israeli/Pro-Palestine activism, Pissing (not literally) on David Gilmour.
What do you have in your pockets: A guitar, a microphone and a picture of Donald Trump fapping on Hitler's thin mustache.

5 - You run for dear life, looping around a corner and running smack into the security officers, who ignore you and shoot cannibals instead. You can attempt to run down to the first floor, or up to the second. Keep running and you might just avoid all the cannibals!

[Glass]

The contrabassoon is a rare antique costing millions of dollars

Given that it was in some random shopping mall's music shop, I doubt this.
Anyway, convince the shop own of the weight of the sistuation, enlist his assistance, use some of the weights to reinforce our barricades, and examine the contents of the garden that we've got up here.

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Name: Jack S.
Occupation prior to apocalypse: Stunt double
Appearance: Looks pretty average, actually; he's made to look like the actors with CGI.
Personality: Would just like to get out of this alive thank you very much; also, probably definitely this.
Professional abilities: acrobatic feats, taking a hit well, good luck, impersonation
Hobbies: marathons, martial arts, reading tvtropes
Whats does he has in his pocketses: a pair of tonfas, an umbrella, and a snack
Upgrades: Commander of Bookworms

[Ultramarine Prime]

Bob realizes that if they are to stand a chance, they will need more than a bunch of a nerds. He knows that for some strange reason, the POTUS (and his friends/enemies) are in this mall, and that bringing him up here would give them the firepower they need.
With fire alarms, and no PA, Bob knows there is only one way to get his attention...
Entering the gardens, Bob begins to work on his magnum opus. A design so advanced, that Trump will be unable to resist being drawn to it.


Bob builds a mini-golf course.

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Name: Bob
Occupation before the Apocalypse: Carpenter
Appearance: A rather short, but stout individual. His tiny eyes are barely noticable on his huge, football shaped head. His go-to outfit are a pair of overalls, steel-toe boots, a toolbelt, and a safety-yellow hard hat.
Personality: He is a problem solver, and always has a positive attitude, even when things are going wrong.
Professional Skill(s): Construction and repair.
Hobbies: Flipping houses, gardening, and talking to inanimate objects.
What do you have in your toolbelt:
* screw driver
* pipewrench
* box cutter, a tape measure
* $3707 worth of Victoria's Secret lingerie
* glock 19 (15 rounds)
* schoolgirl (fainted)

[Aigre Excalibur]

The contrabassoon is a rare antique costing millions of dollars

Given that it was in some random shopping mall's music shop, I doubt this.
Anyway, convince the shop own of the weight of the sistuation, enlist his assistance, use some of the weights to reinforce our barricades, and examine the contents of the garden that we've got up here.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

Name: Jack S.
Occupation prior to apocalypse: Stunt double
Appearance: Looks pretty average, actually; he's made to look like the actors with CGI.
Personality: Would just like to get out of this alive thank you very much; also, probably definitely this.
Professional abilities: acrobatic feats, taking a hit well, good luck, impersonation
Hobbies: marathons, martial arts, reading tvtropes
Whats does he has in his pocketses: a pair of tonfas, an umbrella, and a snack
Upgrades: Commander of Bookworms

You'd be surprise how common million dollar musical instruments are. Many good soloists own them, usually paid for with corporate sponsorships. They also LOOK rather inconspicuous and can pop up in all kinds of unlikely places.

I know countless cases from the elite music community where some thief tries to steal a 50 million dollar violin and sell it to a pawn shop for a few hundred dollars. (which then triggers all kinds of tracking mechanisms because those things are all registered and tagged. But only people who deal in such stuff would know it's a 50 million dollar violin on cursory inspection)

They tend to turn up in all kinds of places because people buy them to actually use them. On the outside, usually nobody can tell what they are worth. But they are sought after because some soloist wants 300 year aged wood to produce sound. When they travel, the instrument usually gets its own plane seat. You do not check those stuff in, no matter how big.

[PaPaj]

Turn on the "gid gud" skills that i learned from all these years of playing Dark Souls and use the pan as a buckler to parry and stab him while he is stunned

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Name: Jonhson
Occupation before the Apocalypse: Engineer
Appearance: He looks like an old gold digger for some reason https://i.pinimg.com/736x/cd/bb/83/cdbb83af4ca847b0d17bdfb9afd371b5--hopes-and-dreams-cowboy-art.jpg
Personality: Basically a old man that always has a smile on his face
Professional Skill(s): Engineering , Building
Hobbies: Electrician , Tactical Wrench Fighting , Drinking
What do you have in your pockets: Leatherman Wave Multitool, Screwdriver, Canteen (with alcochol)
XXL Tub of Popcorn
Status: Bleeding from the anus.
Back is torn

[Secheral]

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Name: Carp Enter
Occupation before the Apocalypse: Artist
Appearance: An average-sized man. His bone-white hair is interwoven and forms a primitive mane with his beard and moustache. His black eyes dart constantly dart around his surroundings. His clothes are made of paper that was stapled together and cover him from neck to toe.
Personality: Reasonably cautious. People might call him paranoid or mad but every one of his fears is grounded in reality. They're real and all who think otherwise are fools who will never survive the gathering of walls.
Professional Skill(s): Sculpting, Dodging
Hobbies: Worship, Engraving, Hunting
What do you have in your pockets:
Paintbrush
Pencil
Lighter

Implore the believers to gather together books with the letter P in their title. Each may pick one and must wield it at all times.

[CABL]

Becoming tired from all this running, Roger Waters decides to push himself harder in order to get to the safe and barricaded fifth floor.

Rush to the barricaded fifth floor, then rest for a while.

Spoiler: Roger Waters (click to show/hide)

Name: Roger Waters
Occupation before the Apocalypse: Former Pink Floyd's lead vocalist.
Appearance: Here...
Personality: Grumpy, jerkish and egoistical. Thinks that Trump is a pig.
Professional Skill(s): Guitar, Singing.
Hobbies: Left-wing activism, Anti-Israeli/Pro-Palestine activism, Pissing (not literally) on David Gilmour.
What do you have in your pockets: A guitar, a microphone and a picture of Donald Trump fapping on Hitler's thin mustache.

EDIT: Changed "rooftop" to the "fifth floor".