In game name:Ckraine
Age : 15 years old.
Have you held any staff positions in the past? No, unfortunately I have not.
Hm... Ckraine, why should we accept you if you've only been in this community for less than 2 months? Well, if you didn't know, my other account 'Figgy645" was hacked, and I had to make a new account. On that account, I have had more than 1 year of experience in this community, and played a little bit back in the days of TheOnes.
Have you been involved in any role-plays in the past? A few, I've done many in other minecraft servers, but none on Blocktopia.
Do you accept that as a storyteller you may potentially be asked to not join any groups in solitude? Well, considering I was totally neutral on the Solitude Teaser and helped no factions with their battles (only helped refurbish things here and there), I would say I accept not being to join or start any groups ;P
Are you proficient in any of the following?
Block Logging Plugins (Prism, Hawkeye, etc.): Less than proficient, but I'm very docile and can get well aquatinted to it.
Basic worldedit use: Proficient
Please submit below this the following:
Age : 15 years old.
Have you held any staff positions in the past? No, unfortunately I have not.
Hm... Ckraine, why should we accept you if you've only been in this community for less than 2 months? Well, if you didn't know, my other account 'Figgy645" was hacked, and I had to make a new account. On that account, I have had more than 1 year of experience in this community, and played a little bit back in the days of TheOnes.
Have you been involved in any role-plays in the past? A few, I've done many in other minecraft servers, but none on Blocktopia.
Do you accept that as a storyteller you may potentially be asked to not join any groups in solitude? Well, considering I was totally neutral on the Solitude Teaser and helped no factions with their battles (only helped refurbish things here and there), I would say I accept not being to join or start any groups ;P
Are you proficient in any of the following?
Block Logging Plugins (Prism, Hawkeye, etc.): Less than proficient, but I'm very docile and can get well aquatinted to it.
Basic worldedit use: Proficient
Please submit below this the following:
- The diary entry of a made up solitude character (a single days entry)
The Diary of Michael S. Hannigan
Day 256
"The Cow"
Today was a good day, no, a great day. I found 3 bottles of radiation free water, and enough food to last me a week. I've reached Springfield, a city filled with survivors, and I'm finally feeling safe and at ease again. The food and water is nice, and so is the city, but that's not why I feel at ease. This whole day I've pondered about the things that keep us alive, and what keep us going even after the warheads hit Illinois. Some people live because of the bounty papers, and the rush of shooting a rifle. Others, the constant need of wanting to do good or taking care of others. What keeps, or should I say 'kept' me alive, was a simple cow. One might think "Michael, you're such an idiot, it's just a cow, kill it and get the meat" Usually, I would hack the cow into pieces with no hesitation, but this cow was exceptional. It wasn't just any cow, but a perfect, healthy and beautiful cow. This reminds me of the time right after the warheads hell, 256 days ago. After the warheads fell( which lasted 2 dreadful hours), I came out of the basement of a rusty and old motel I stayed at. At the time I was just fired from my job at Samuel Larson Hospital, for reasons that are too complicated and unfair to describe. I decided to go someplace else, and I decided to steer my life towards Chicago. I was the only one that survived in the ways of radiation that immerged from the warhead that left Chicago in a devastated state. At the time, I was in the basement, getting some ice from the ice machine. That's when I heard the first explosion. When I exited the motel, everyone else either died, or turned into ghouls. The ghouls had distinct mutations. Using my knowledge of medicine, I examined the more non-hostile ones. it seems that not only do they not get hurt by radiation, but they are healed by it. That's beside the point. A few of the more aggressive ghouls started to run at me. I led with only the clothes on my back, a rusty kitchen knife , and a bag of stale chips. When I was finally exhausted, (and wishing for the warhead to have killed me), I saw it. The cow, my symbol of hope and safety. I thought that everything was going to be bad, and I thought that no one survived. I thought that anyone that did survive were mutated, and no longer had any reason or care for others. This cow, way back when, had no mutations. The cow gave me hope that there are others alive, and that they CAN reason. I thank god everyday for that cow, or else I would've been dead a long time ago. It seems that people need me to go hunting, so this will be the end of today's entry. I simply hope that every survivor finds their cow, and helps make life for themselves and others more... bearable. Michael, out.
Day 256
"The Cow"
Today was a good day, no, a great day. I found 3 bottles of radiation free water, and enough food to last me a week. I've reached Springfield, a city filled with survivors, and I'm finally feeling safe and at ease again. The food and water is nice, and so is the city, but that's not why I feel at ease. This whole day I've pondered about the things that keep us alive, and what keep us going even after the warheads hit Illinois. Some people live because of the bounty papers, and the rush of shooting a rifle. Others, the constant need of wanting to do good or taking care of others. What keeps, or should I say 'kept' me alive, was a simple cow. One might think "Michael, you're such an idiot, it's just a cow, kill it and get the meat" Usually, I would hack the cow into pieces with no hesitation, but this cow was exceptional. It wasn't just any cow, but a perfect, healthy and beautiful cow. This reminds me of the time right after the warheads hell, 256 days ago. After the warheads fell( which lasted 2 dreadful hours), I came out of the basement of a rusty and old motel I stayed at. At the time I was just fired from my job at Samuel Larson Hospital, for reasons that are too complicated and unfair to describe. I decided to go someplace else, and I decided to steer my life towards Chicago. I was the only one that survived in the ways of radiation that immerged from the warhead that left Chicago in a devastated state. At the time, I was in the basement, getting some ice from the ice machine. That's when I heard the first explosion. When I exited the motel, everyone else either died, or turned into ghouls. The ghouls had distinct mutations. Using my knowledge of medicine, I examined the more non-hostile ones. it seems that not only do they not get hurt by radiation, but they are healed by it. That's beside the point. A few of the more aggressive ghouls started to run at me. I led with only the clothes on my back, a rusty kitchen knife , and a bag of stale chips. When I was finally exhausted, (and wishing for the warhead to have killed me), I saw it. The cow, my symbol of hope and safety. I thought that everything was going to be bad, and I thought that no one survived. I thought that anyone that did survive were mutated, and no longer had any reason or care for others. This cow, way back when, had no mutations. The cow gave me hope that there are others alive, and that they CAN reason. I thank god everyday for that cow, or else I would've been dead a long time ago. It seems that people need me to go hunting, so this will be the end of today's entry. I simply hope that every survivor finds their cow, and helps make life for themselves and others more... bearable. Michael, out.
- A story (that can be narrated in third or first person) of any made-up or real incident in solitude, this story must be told from the perspective of at least two different characters.
"Death Surrounds Us All"
"Derek, this isn't a good idea" My partner, Rachel, always has worries.
"Rachel, I know you have your hesitations about approaching the town, but look at it. We've seen it sacked and raided for too long, the wastelanders don't even fight back"
"Derek, this still isn't a good idea. Every town we've been through, only death has followed." Of course, I also have my hesitations. It's true, every town we've been through, no matter what size or capabilities they might of had, always ended up in smoke and flames. Rachel and I try to help out every civilization that we go through, but when we leave, the towns and cities always die off. We've been through countless settlements, including Kinnelon, Denver, New York City etc. Whenever we came back, the settlements all were destroyed. It's been 15 years since the bombs fell, and I only have Rachel to accompany me. Before the war occurred, we were part of the United States Secret Service. We were trained vigorously, even taught how to survive in the most harsh conditions. We were safe when the bombs fell, our main objective, of course, was to protect the President, which at the time was Daniel Clinton, Bill Clinton's grandson. When we emerged from the vault we were headed for a safe point, where civilization apparently started to arise. We were side tracked, and we lost contact with the rest of our squad. The only thing we have from them is a small, dusty box that Rachel found from the a cargo box. It's funny, we were never able to open the box.
"Rachel, if we don't go, they'll all be dead by the end of the week"
"Fine, Daniel, but we only help them with major problems, and then we leave."
"Ok, Rachel, fine. Let's go"
When we came to the town, everyone was tense. So many of them crippled and maimed because of the countless raids on their settlement. In the next two days, we helped the settlement with basic aid; we strengthened their defenses , thought them ho w to fight, and taught them first aid. The leader of the settlement, Jacob Hill, was quite happy for the help, however, Rachel always felt uneasy about Jacob.
"Daniel, he just doesn't seem right. I feel like I've seen him before, I swear."
"Rachel, there's nothing to worry about, he seems very grateful for our help."
(Sigh...) Daniel never understands me, he always think that I'm too paranoid. I know that I've seen Jacob elsewhere, but I just can't out my finger on it. It's true that he seems grateful that we're helping him, but that not normal. All the other settlements that we've been to were always hesitant, and the some of the town's conditions were far worse than this one. We're only staying here for 1 more night, so I guess it's all ok for now.
"I think I'll call it a day, Daniel."
"That's fine Rachel, I'm going hunting with Jacob."
"Be safe."
When Daniel left with Jacob, people in the town began to laugh, and Rachel couldn't sleep. There was a lot of hustling, orders being shouted out at some, and cargo being moved to different places in the town. Rachel got out of her bed, and exited the tent.
Meanwhile...
"I hate to tell you this Daniel, but we're leaving this place."
"Why would you want to leave Jacob, the place has ample hunting grounds, and I even found a purified water source."
"It's not that Daniel, it's just we have what we needed from you"
"And what was that..." I asked this question with a little hesitation. I placed my hand on the Bowie knife that was strapped to my leather belt.
"All we needed was Rachel, and the box that she has." At this point, Jacob flung his shotgun in my general direction, he took one shot at me. If it wasn't for my vest, I would've died there in that very spot." Jacob might have been agile, but my knife was over his neck in only a few moments after he took the shot. He chuckled.
"You really didn't see this coming Daniel, did you."
"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WAN'T WITH RACHEL?" My tone at this point was harsh, and loud. I could see that in his eyes, everything was going according to plan.
"For the past 13 years, we've been hunting you down. We've burned and killed everyone in every village that you've aided. We set up an encampment here, and we made ourselves look weak. We were waiting for you and your darling Rachel to mosey on by."
"WHO ARE YOU?" At this point, I was screaming.
"You really don't recognize me? I'm Marcus Flint" I knew his name, I knew it all too well. Marcus Flint was ex-Secret Service, all that I know of him was that he made the box that was Rachel had.
"WHAT'S IN THAT BOX"
"The box contains a code. the President's plans were to go to the safe point, but what you didn't know was that the safe point was an old nuclear test site. The code would launch one of the last existing warheads on the planet. This warhead would head straight towards China."
"WHY WOULD YOU WAN'T TO BOMB CHINA. HAVEN'T WE ALL SEEN ENOUGH?"
"Daniel, China got hit with only a few bombs. The majority of China is still living, with ample wildlife and plant life. I hate to inform you, but at this point, you're Rachel is probably not living anymore, and the bo-"
I slashed his neck open. As I ran towards the settlement, the only thing I could think of was Rachel. I sprinted, and sprinted and kept going until I finally reached the town. But there was no town, only Rachel's tent. I went into the tent. The only thing that hadn't disappeared was an old oak chair, and Rachel's lifeless body strapped to it. The things they did to her should never be said. Rage, anger and misery filled my body. My partner, Rachel, is dead. I stayed there for a while. I think it was 2 days before I left the tent, but to me it felt like 2 years. I started to walk again and I began heading towards the safe point, the place that I would take my revenge on all what remains of the United States government.
"Derek, this isn't a good idea" My partner, Rachel, always has worries.
"Rachel, I know you have your hesitations about approaching the town, but look at it. We've seen it sacked and raided for too long, the wastelanders don't even fight back"
"Derek, this still isn't a good idea. Every town we've been through, only death has followed." Of course, I also have my hesitations. It's true, every town we've been through, no matter what size or capabilities they might of had, always ended up in smoke and flames. Rachel and I try to help out every civilization that we go through, but when we leave, the towns and cities always die off. We've been through countless settlements, including Kinnelon, Denver, New York City etc. Whenever we came back, the settlements all were destroyed. It's been 15 years since the bombs fell, and I only have Rachel to accompany me. Before the war occurred, we were part of the United States Secret Service. We were trained vigorously, even taught how to survive in the most harsh conditions. We were safe when the bombs fell, our main objective, of course, was to protect the President, which at the time was Daniel Clinton, Bill Clinton's grandson. When we emerged from the vault we were headed for a safe point, where civilization apparently started to arise. We were side tracked, and we lost contact with the rest of our squad. The only thing we have from them is a small, dusty box that Rachel found from the a cargo box. It's funny, we were never able to open the box.
"Rachel, if we don't go, they'll all be dead by the end of the week"
"Fine, Daniel, but we only help them with major problems, and then we leave."
"Ok, Rachel, fine. Let's go"
When we came to the town, everyone was tense. So many of them crippled and maimed because of the countless raids on their settlement. In the next two days, we helped the settlement with basic aid; we strengthened their defenses , thought them ho w to fight, and taught them first aid. The leader of the settlement, Jacob Hill, was quite happy for the help, however, Rachel always felt uneasy about Jacob.
"Daniel, he just doesn't seem right. I feel like I've seen him before, I swear."
"Rachel, there's nothing to worry about, he seems very grateful for our help."
(Sigh...) Daniel never understands me, he always think that I'm too paranoid. I know that I've seen Jacob elsewhere, but I just can't out my finger on it. It's true that he seems grateful that we're helping him, but that not normal. All the other settlements that we've been to were always hesitant, and the some of the town's conditions were far worse than this one. We're only staying here for 1 more night, so I guess it's all ok for now.
"I think I'll call it a day, Daniel."
"That's fine Rachel, I'm going hunting with Jacob."
"Be safe."
When Daniel left with Jacob, people in the town began to laugh, and Rachel couldn't sleep. There was a lot of hustling, orders being shouted out at some, and cargo being moved to different places in the town. Rachel got out of her bed, and exited the tent.
Meanwhile...
"I hate to tell you this Daniel, but we're leaving this place."
"Why would you want to leave Jacob, the place has ample hunting grounds, and I even found a purified water source."
"It's not that Daniel, it's just we have what we needed from you"
"And what was that..." I asked this question with a little hesitation. I placed my hand on the Bowie knife that was strapped to my leather belt.
"All we needed was Rachel, and the box that she has." At this point, Jacob flung his shotgun in my general direction, he took one shot at me. If it wasn't for my vest, I would've died there in that very spot." Jacob might have been agile, but my knife was over his neck in only a few moments after he took the shot. He chuckled.
"You really didn't see this coming Daniel, did you."
"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WAN'T WITH RACHEL?" My tone at this point was harsh, and loud. I could see that in his eyes, everything was going according to plan.
"For the past 13 years, we've been hunting you down. We've burned and killed everyone in every village that you've aided. We set up an encampment here, and we made ourselves look weak. We were waiting for you and your darling Rachel to mosey on by."
"WHO ARE YOU?" At this point, I was screaming.
"You really don't recognize me? I'm Marcus Flint" I knew his name, I knew it all too well. Marcus Flint was ex-Secret Service, all that I know of him was that he made the box that was Rachel had.
"WHAT'S IN THAT BOX"
"The box contains a code. the President's plans were to go to the safe point, but what you didn't know was that the safe point was an old nuclear test site. The code would launch one of the last existing warheads on the planet. This warhead would head straight towards China."
"WHY WOULD YOU WAN'T TO BOMB CHINA. HAVEN'T WE ALL SEEN ENOUGH?"
"Daniel, China got hit with only a few bombs. The majority of China is still living, with ample wildlife and plant life. I hate to inform you, but at this point, you're Rachel is probably not living anymore, and the bo-"
I slashed his neck open. As I ran towards the settlement, the only thing I could think of was Rachel. I sprinted, and sprinted and kept going until I finally reached the town. But there was no town, only Rachel's tent. I went into the tent. The only thing that hadn't disappeared was an old oak chair, and Rachel's lifeless body strapped to it. The things they did to her should never be said. Rage, anger and misery filled my body. My partner, Rachel, is dead. I stayed there for a while. I think it was 2 days before I left the tent, but to me it felt like 2 years. I started to walk again and I began heading towards the safe point, the place that I would take my revenge on all what remains of the United States government.
