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[WorkerDrone]

He's covered wars, y'know.

[TheNewerMartianEmperor]

Nah, but he does have these rather odd sunglasses.

[WorkerDrone]

Nah, but he does have these rather odd sunglasses.

[Kel the Oblivious]

Requesting a meatbag!

Name: Earl McDanel

Occupation: Former student

Backstory: Born and raised in the woods, Earl managed to survive I-Day by a mixture of hunting techniques, dumb luck, and steady feet. He is still a pretty decent shot with a gun, but since killing things takes up only so much time, he spends the rest of it shaping rocks. His style would best be called "Primal" since most of his statues just involve neatly arranged rocks. But hey, when you have nothing, a statue of a pile of rocks might look pretty nice. Not to mention somewhere to store your crap.

((Mason, if it's a possible job, part timing as a gunner))

[AgentGeej]

I'd like to beg for a place if any live long enough 

Samuel (or Susan) Viess
Former pilot

An ex-transport pilot who was evacuated and put to work by the military. Recent (and only) survivor of a forced landing, He's made his way towards the buildings he saw in the distance.
((mechanics and or ambush if possible please male, but female if theres a limit on places *shrugs*))

[Labs]

Yay! Labs is a redneck!

[TheNewerMartianEmperor]

Workerdrone: they look like two halves from two very different pairs of sunglasses put together.

[Keita]

I'm playing dead rising at the moment.

Who's seen DR3? Looks amazing!

Uci's Journal:
That Gaweir guys pretty good with a zip gun, I'd probably mistake him for a fellow sniper if he didn't moan so much about the lack of kick these things have. But it's good to have another person who knows how to hanble a gun around.

I think I might go to Jenn and volnnteer to start smelting someting of metal, then I can finaly get my hands on something with a bit of decent range to it.

I think the lond hours of guard duty are getting to me, the dreams have started up again. I'm still not sure what they mean if anything...

[AgentGeej]

Workerdrone: they look like two halves from two very different pairs of sunglasses put together.

Just call the man Spider 

[TheNewerMartianEmperor]

He's here to find The Truth; and to get as many pictures of hilarious mutilations at the hands of the infected as possible; and to be completely off-the-wall insane.

[Keita]

He's here to find The Truth; and to get as many pictures of hilarious mutilations at the hands of the infected as possible; and to be completely off-the-wall insane.

don't forget beating up zombies/psychopaths/survivors as well

[TheNewerMartianEmperor]

And taking as many pictures of himself beating them up as he can as well.

[xaque]

January 17th, 2018
Being able to go outside again feels like a huge weight being lifted from me. I was so delighted, I threw a party to celebrate.

Morale in the camp is soaring now. We've set about improving our defenses so that when the next wave of Infected come, we'll be ready for them.

February 6th, 2018
Joy! Garbage!


March 6th, 2018
We've expanded the perimeter of the camp considerably. No longer cramped, it is now extremely spacious.


April 12th, 2018
The Infected have returned once more. We've made great progress at the camp in the short time they were gone. We're prepared for their arrival this time. Their presence is becoming a thing of familiarity... even comfort sometimes. Their endless groaning is like a background track for life at the camp. The sound of it makes me reflect on how things have turned out, and how lucky I am not to have become like them.

April 16th, 2018
Okenido delivered her baby today. It was a boy. She named him Thefin. It's strange to think that one day the world will be inhabited only by people like him, people who have known nothing but the life the Infected force them to live.


July 20th, 2018
An armored caravan of survivors rumbled up to our gates today, crunching over the carpet of corpses that has become our road. It consisted of survivors who had been traveling from all over the East Coast, even as far away as New York. They were headed towards the Midwest, where they said there were rumors of an Infected-free haven. We traded them some food and drink for a few scraps of armor. Some of the survivors who were weary of travel decided to stay with us. Two students, a photographer, and a pilot... although those were of course their past lives. Today, they're just members of the camp, like everyone else. As long as they do their fair share, I have no complaints.

[TheNewerMartianEmperor]

He's not a photographer, he's a journalist.

[xaque]

So, as far as the available characters thing goes:

There are still plenty of available survivors, but most of them are female. I'm going to limit survivors to two per person just to make sure that there are enough to go around. Males will be on a first-come, first-serve basis.

Currently available characters are:

5 females, 2 males

He's not a photographer, he's a journalist.

My bad, fixed.