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Total Members Voted: 4

[Taricus]

"Ok, better two than one"

[Ochita]

"Well. I can take apart the craft, and then I can see if I can't engineer something... Although I am no good at building.."

[Taricus]

"That I could do"

[Karl Marx]

Viktor soon began to chop down wood with the axe he found in cargo hold, collecting about 5 piles of wood then shaving it down to 10 piles of lumber, he went over to the nearby lake to see if the water was fresh or not, seemingly fresh enough he thought to himself, not feeling thirsty yet he decided to go back to the Aerobird, completely ignoring the two men talking outside he plunged himself into the cargo hold again, heaving up two piles of granite on his back, he quickly made for his new home once more, setting the granite beside his stash. He slaved for hours building the frame of a small house with the lumber and what nails he had, and in the end he had (roll time) a skillfully build hut, he had used up all of his nails but he had the frame of his house built, 'Now for a door' he thought to himself, 'ah maybe later.' he reconsidered, heaving his supplies inside the hut he snapped off a few leaves from the palm trees, placing them in little cracks in the roof of the hut above the doorframe to make a placeholder for the future door, he went outside to grab the two torches and placed them inside his house, carefully he placed them in specially dug out spaces for them, so they wouldn't burn the wood, after this whole tiring process he took a swig from one of the liter jugs of water, and devoured the first piece of meat, he would make a life here or die trying.

[Fortis]

Groaning, the burly form of Grim stirred under a pile of wreckage. His eyes snapped open suddenly, taking in the wreckage that buried him. A bellowing roar erupted from his throat as he shoved the wreackage off of himself. “My Aerobird! It’s ruined! Years of work ruined! Armok damn that pilot, I told him to avoid that sandstorms! May he rot and wither the ninth plane of the hells! Where is he?! I’m going to tear off his useless skull!” Grim roared in his anger at seeing his pride and joy reduced to twisted piles of wood, cloth, metal and mechanisms. He lurched to his feet and looked around, quickly spotting the corpse of the pilot, a metal rod sticking out of his chest. Grim snarled, even angrier that he was denied the pleasure of killing the pilot himself. But true to his word, he gripped the dead pilot’s head, ripped it off, and flung it out a broken window.

He breathed hard for a moment, before turning from the desecrated corpse, his expression still seething. He gripped his hands together, and closed his eyes. “Calm yourself, Warwind. You can’t get out of this mess with bloodrage.” Grim murmured to himself, struggling visibly to get his anger under control. Before too long, his rage subsided and his breathing became more even. He opened his eyes again after a moment. “Better. Now, is anyone else alive in this wreckage?” He grunted as he moved forward again. He began combing through the remains of the Aerobird, looking for any other survivors.

[Taricus]

"Oi you, over here!"

[Phantom]

Having been awake but staying quiet and useless...
Athelo is rather disappointed with the lisping of Ochita. Sterotypes. >_>
"When did we crash?"

[Ochita]

"I do not know. An hour? 2?"

[Karl Marx]

Viktor trodded down once more from his hut in the oasis, once again pushing past the others to search the cargo hold for any other items he could find(roll time!) Finding a sheet of velvet cloth and a few scraps of iron that had not been lost in the crash he heads back up to his hut.

[Ochita]

... You do know that everyone has to do an action, and then a turn is done... By the way your going, your doing everything yourself...

[Fortis]

Grim looked up as Taric shouted in his direction. He saw that Ochita and Athelo were still alive too. “Ha, I knew that the other orc would survive. And you lizardfolk are a tough lot too.” Grim said, making his way through the wreckage to them. “I see a few other bodies here, except  that other pinkskin whatshisface…Viktor. Surprised he survived too. This is a hell of a mess we’re in, though it could be worse. I saw that Armok at least guided us to a source of water. That’s one of the biggest dangers of the desert averted. Hope it ain’t just a seasonal pool. We still gotta get a shelter up and built. Heat can kill ya even with water. And it’s gonna get cold come night too.”

Grim surveyed the wreckage for a moment, then stepped over and looked out of a window. He saw the mountains in the distance, the oasis, a grove of palm trees, and most of all, the obscene amounts of sands all around them. “Hmm… I think just making a lean to outta the wreckage would be the best start. After shelter, we’re gonna have to worry about food next.” Grim said, searching for anything he could use in the wreckage. He also looked for something he could use as an improvised axe blade.

[Karl Marx]

Yes Ochita I know, this is just what I call "Prolouge" Mode, The actual turn-by turn stuff will start soon.