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[Fniff]

Spoiler: Story (click to show/hide)

After a nuclear apocalypse, two sides rose against each other for the simple reason of having pretty much nothing much to do apart from die slowly. The war has been going on for 20 years. No-one has any idea why the nuclear apocalypse occurred, even the ones that were part of it just say they were ordered to launch the nukes at everyone else. The world is both pointless and dangerous, and humanity is pretty obviously on the way out, and is just accelerating the natural process by warring for no reason. You are stationed in a ruined city and usually live in a trench, until you were ordered along with your squad to go over the top and assault the enemy directly. It's a suicide mission, and the commanders would be surprised if you survived. Just try to keep standing for as long as possible.

Spoiler: Rules (click to show/hide)

Standard RTD rules, apart from crafting. Crafting takes ordinary objects that you find by searching for things and combines the two together, making something worthwhile. Combining two objects once makes it do +1 damage, combining that same object again makes it +2, and doing it again makes it +3. You can fail at crafting.

Spoiler: Character Sheet (click to show/hide)

Name:
Weapon: Standard Rifle, Medical Kit or Machine Gun.
Personality:

I hope this turns out to be my first RTD that lasts a while, due to my bad luck with them. Four people would be good. You win once everyone else dies. I apologize in advance if I have to give this up.

Spoiler: WAITING LIST (click to show/hide)

Name: Gregor Stevens
Weapon: Medical kit
Personality: Practical and a survivor, but a bit of a depressive daydreamer because he remembers music and how things could be. Sometimes happy at the slightest thing; usually apathetic.

[freeformschooler]

Name: Metrom Sigmund
Weapon: Standard Rifle
Personality: Depressed, but not suicidal. Is constantly looking for meaning in life.

I love these simple RTDs.

[TherosPherae]

Name: Ben Oldberg
Weapon: Medical Kit
Personality: Omnicidal maniac who is stuck with medic duty because nobody wants him near anything that might even possibly be a weapon.

[Gatleos]

Name: Gatty Roberts
Weapon: Machine Gun
Personality: Ruthless, selfish and greedy.

[Bdthemag]

Name: Briar
Weapon: Machine Gun
Personality: A slightly insane man with a severe god complex.

[Fniff]

Spoiler: OOC (click to show/hide)

Still room for me?

Name: Connor Binesi
Weapon: Standard Rifle
Personality: Hard to discourage, disturb, scare and usually always content, but rather eccentric and unpredictable at times.

Sure. Five people is perfectly okay. If we do a next game, I could do a waiting list, if no-one wants to join this again.

The night over the ruined city was radiation-tinted and unhappy. The rain fell, creating mud but not greenery. The trench was cold and damp, as the last occupants of the trench sat in a small make-shift bunker around a campfire, trying to warm up. Water dripped from the ceiling, and fell to the ground.

"So, I kneed the bitch and slammed my gun butt into her mouth, and she spat out a tooth! That's what you get for not giving me some sugar!" Ben, the local psychopath, laughed. Metrom shifted his gun and looked into the fire longingly, but it was hard to tell due to the mask.

"You know, sometimes I think I am the last sane man on Earth..." He mumbled.

"Shut up, emo boy. Go play with your black-colored dolls or some shit." Ben said, then looked inside the medkit. "Fuck, I mean, why did they have to give me medic duty? Okay, shooting that dick where it hurts was a bit of a mean thing to do, but he did some pretty annoying crap."

"I was actually pretty happy when you shot him. He was a dick." Gatty said, flicking the safety on his gun on and off.

"Dude, do that enough and you'll break it off!" Briar smirked. "Some things you should stop fiddling with, you already learned your lesson with your di--"

"Shut up Briar." Gatty said, and continued to flick the switch on and off. The radio crackled in the circular dirt hole, and someone talked. "Alpha Delta, Alpha Delta, please respond. Centuari-Omega contacting Alpha-Delta, over."

Connor ran over and picked up the microphone. "This is Alpha-Delta, what is it Centuari-Omega, over?" He asked.

"Boys, you are going over the top. We are assaulting the base directly." The officer said, with an obvious smirk on his face.

"Uh, sir... we are the only ones left. The rest got killed in a strafing run." Metrom said, after walking over and taking the microphone from Connor.

"Tough shit, Alpha-Delta. You are still going over the top. Centuari-Omega out."

Metrom sighed. "Well, we're fucked."

"Aw, come on guys. It can't be that bad." Connor said, smiling weakly. "We can think of something, right?"

The rest remained silent. Metrom picked up a knife and carved into the wall "Metrom Sigmund, lived 2033-20??". The rest followed in order apart from Briar, who merely loaded his large machine gun, and Connor, who just shrugged.

[Sinpwn]

Still room for me?

Name: Connor Binesi
Weapon: Standard Rifle
Personality: Hard to discourage, disturb, scare and usually always content, but rather eccentric and unpredictable at times.

[lawastooshort]

Oh no, too slow, that filled quickly. I'd be interested if there's a waiting list?



Damn my incompetence, sorry for the double post, I thought I was editing.

[lawastooshort]

Name: Gregor Stevens
Weapon: Medic kit
Personality: A bit of a depressive daydreamer because he remembers music and how things could be - sometimes happy at the slightest thing; usually apathetic.


[awesome - thanks for letting me wait, and I changed it slightly]

[freeformschooler]

Make marks alongside the path we make as we travel.

[Gatleos]

Keep an eye out for anything I can use as a melee weapon on the way.

[Sinpwn]

Be on the lookout for ammo or ambushes.

[Bdthemag]

Walk along with the rest of the group, while whistling a merry tune.

[TherosPherae]

Look for weapons despite not being allowed to have any.

[Fniff]

The squad climbed over the trench and into the storm. The wind howled around them, and the rain chilled their bones. Briar whistled Michelle by The Beatles, but he didn't really know the name of it. His incredibly bad singing made everyone realize just how bad the situation was. Metrom marked the way with his fingernails, writing "Netom wz hre" on the walls. The marks stayed, slightly faded but not very. Connor found some ammo under a metal sheet, and he smiled as he pocketed it. Gatleos went over and ripped out a lead pipe out of a partially ruined wall, and swung it. It made a metallic swishing sound. He smiled and put it in his backpack. It stuck out slightly. Ben, following his example, looked for a weapon. By sheer chance, he managed to find the best weapon possible in this situation: A Jackson Shotgun, perfect for close and long range warfare. However, the only way he got this was by accidentally taking it from a random scavenger, who is sleeping. The scavenger woke up, grabbed his pistol and aimed it squarely at the squad of soldiers.

"You guys are idiots..." Briar moaned.

"Oh well, he'll understand that it was a--" Connor was interrupted by bullets.

The scavenger fired wildly at them. The group jumped behind various walls and hid. Bullets whizzed by, some landing dangerously near, but no-one was harmed.

"Oh, look at that. He didn't understand." Ben looked at the shotgun. "But I bet he'll understand the tale of a man and some buckshot who met quickly and fatally!"

The group looked at Ben.

"... You guys don't understand me!" He yelled.

"And you call me an emo." Metrom said.

"So, what the fuck are we going to do? I was thinking of running my ass away while you guys distract him, but I could change that to shoot you guys and get promoted. But that's basically my short, medium and long term plan, so yeah." Gatty said.