Lookyhereitsbob
Member
In-game username: Lookyhereitsbob
Age: 15
Have you held any staff positions in the past?: Not on blocktopia, but on a few servers such as CreeperCraft, The Freebuild server and RPG Haven 24/7
Have you been involved in any role-plays in the past?: Yes, I do like to roleplay. I tend to play a lot of roleplay servers, the best ones are Medieval and Apocalyptic Survival servers.
Do you accept that as a storyteller you may potentially be asked to not join any groups in solitude?: I do accept this, I do not really wish to join many groups any way as none appeal to me.
Are you proficient with any of the following?:
Please submit below this the following:
Diary - http://blocktopia.net/forum/threads/the-diary-of-bob-lesiw.13145/
Story
“Bob! Bob, wake up!” I heard starting to come to. There had been an barrel filled with oil had gone off right near my house, my friend Greg had pulled me away from the fire. It had engulfed my little house and the items inside, Greg managed to salvage my makeshift backpack, but he had lost the one item I truly needed and loved, the photo of my daughter and wife from before the explosion. I hope to one day see them again, but they most likely perished in the blast.
Greg helped me up, “Quite the fireworks show, eh?” he said in quite a happy tone. But then he saw the look on my face, and he wondered what I was sad about, he told me “We can always rebuild your house Bob.” I replied “Its not my house.”
He asked me “What is it then?” I told him it was the photo of my wife and daughter and I broke down in tears, it was the only thing that kept me sane and going through this barren wasteland. I wondered if I could save it, I ran back in through the flames looking for it, but it had already burned to a pile of ashes. I ran out of the flames and broke down and cried for what seemed eternity, but was only about ten minutes.
Greg helped me back to my feet and said “Well Bob, it looks like you'll be living with me in the city.”
I replied hastily “No! In the city there’s bandits and mutants!”
He said back to me “Not where I live, I have a building that I have turned into a fortress with plenty of supplies.” I replied “Fine, lets get going.”
We walked back into the city, it took about an hour, when we got there it was the matter of finding the correct building. The biggest danger in the city is not the mutants, but the ever collapsing buildings and roads caving in on the sewers creating massive dropoffs. We had been walking through the city for about ten minutes when suddenly about twenty odd mutants came sprinting out at us. We turned and started running for it, but I was limping from the burn on my leg. We stopped, and turned around and opened fire on them. We had dealt with them all when suddenly one more had run out from behind us and grabbed me and took a big chunk out of my leg. I started bleeding profusely but did not feel any pain from the shock of it and the adrenaline.
Greg pulled out his knife and stabbed it right in the spine, it died almost instantaneously, I had a few bandages, but only enough to last us for about a day or two. I could no longer walk so Greg picked me up and put me on the back of his shoulders.
“You know, if you don't want to be useless on my back, pull the pistol out of my backpack and shoot anything that comes near us.” Greg said.
I gave him a nod, then started to unzip his backpack, and pulled out the pistol. It was a .44 Magnum Revolver in quite good shape, except the handle which was rusted causing it to be uncomfortable to hold. Greg told me we were about 7 – 8 minutes off of reaching it and to stay on my look out for anything moving, when six mutants ran out after us so Greg took off running and I held on for dear life. We had covered quite a bit of ground when Greg lost his balance for a second and almost fell over, but I fell off. He continued running not noticing that I had falled off. I yelled out and shot a mutant, they were getting closer.
“Bob! Bob, hold on buddy I'm coming to get you!” I yelled as loud as I could. I was running back and pulled out my AR-15 and started shooting at them I hit most of them, but Bob luckily took out the one closest to him with a single blow to the head. I ran, and picked him up again and put him on my shoulders, I took off once again, checking every few seconds to see if he's still on my back. When we reached my safehouse I put him down and gave him my AR-15 and said “Defend us for a minute” I had to open the many locks on the door I had put, not very good in a stressful situation like this.
I was fumbling the keys, but Bob managed to hold off a bandit and a few mutants, I ran over picked him up and slammed the door on my way through. I quickly boarded up the door and locked all of the locks again, my body was aching, carrying him all this way has really worked my muscles out. All I could feel was my muscles aching. Bobs wound was quite bad, I was going to have to stitch it but with what?,, I looked around in the many boxes I had until I found a sewing kit and some fishing line. I told Bob this was going to hurt a lot he replied “Do it.”
I made him bite down on a rag and I quickly used a lighter to sterilise the sewing needle I was about to insert into him. He screamed at the top of his lungs when it went in. I began sewing his wound shut, I was started to get blood all over me. Watching all those episodes of M.A.S.H and House really paid off! Thank god for 21st century television! When it was done, Bob was unconscious from the pain. I got him a tattered pillow and a sleeping bag, and covered his wounds I let him be for a while until he woke up.
I ended up falling asleep while waiting for him to wake up and I was having the most wonderful dream... I was in a world where none of this ever happened, and everyone was happy, the sky was blue, the sun was shining, there was no cloud of radioactive fall out in the sky and the grass was green. All the amazing buildings were still here, and I was sitting in a cafe enjoying a slice of black forrest cake and a coffee. I looked up I was staring at the most beautiful girl in the world, my girlfriend. I was leaning over to get a kiss from my girlfriend when BANG! I heard something explode outside the door, there was dust and smoke everywhere.
I quickly got up, Bob was walking again, and faster than when he was before! I told him quickly to get out of here with me. We were both running through a window when they opened fire, I told him there is nothing we can do they are going to keep following us whoever they are. So I said “Get out of here, I have nothing to live for, all my family is dead, they were right near the blast. You still have a chance to find your family. I will stay here and hold them off.”
Bob yelled back “NO!”
I yelled back to him “GO NOW! WHILE YOU STILL CAN!” With that he ran off and yelled “I will never forget you for doing this Greg, please try to stay safe.
“I will I replied” and started shooting at the bandits who broke in. I had no other option I had to kill them here and now. I quickly grabbed the detonator out of my pocket, C4 was hooked up to the support pillars under the basement which would cause this whole entire building to collapse. I saw my life flash before my eyes and I clicked it.
BANG! I turned around to see a big cloud of dust and the building had collapsed. Greg, he was dead.
I gathered my wits and said to myself “I will find Gloria and Olivia, Greg. I will”
Age: 15
Have you held any staff positions in the past?: Not on blocktopia, but on a few servers such as CreeperCraft, The Freebuild server and RPG Haven 24/7
Have you been involved in any role-plays in the past?: Yes, I do like to roleplay. I tend to play a lot of roleplay servers, the best ones are Medieval and Apocalyptic Survival servers.
Do you accept that as a storyteller you may potentially be asked to not join any groups in solitude?: I do accept this, I do not really wish to join many groups any way as none appeal to me.
Are you proficient with any of the following?:
[*]Block Logging Plugins (Prism, Hawkeye, etc.): As a matter a fact I am not with prism, but I am with Hawkeye. I am currently reading up on prism information and commands.
[*]Basic worldedit use: Yes, I am in the advanced stages of world edit. I can prove it to you if you would like me to.
Please submit below this the following:
Diary - http://blocktopia.net/forum/threads/the-diary-of-bob-lesiw.13145/
Story
“Bob! Bob, wake up!” I heard starting to come to. There had been an barrel filled with oil had gone off right near my house, my friend Greg had pulled me away from the fire. It had engulfed my little house and the items inside, Greg managed to salvage my makeshift backpack, but he had lost the one item I truly needed and loved, the photo of my daughter and wife from before the explosion. I hope to one day see them again, but they most likely perished in the blast.
Greg helped me up, “Quite the fireworks show, eh?” he said in quite a happy tone. But then he saw the look on my face, and he wondered what I was sad about, he told me “We can always rebuild your house Bob.” I replied “Its not my house.”
He asked me “What is it then?” I told him it was the photo of my wife and daughter and I broke down in tears, it was the only thing that kept me sane and going through this barren wasteland. I wondered if I could save it, I ran back in through the flames looking for it, but it had already burned to a pile of ashes. I ran out of the flames and broke down and cried for what seemed eternity, but was only about ten minutes.
Greg helped me back to my feet and said “Well Bob, it looks like you'll be living with me in the city.”
I replied hastily “No! In the city there’s bandits and mutants!”
He said back to me “Not where I live, I have a building that I have turned into a fortress with plenty of supplies.” I replied “Fine, lets get going.”
We walked back into the city, it took about an hour, when we got there it was the matter of finding the correct building. The biggest danger in the city is not the mutants, but the ever collapsing buildings and roads caving in on the sewers creating massive dropoffs. We had been walking through the city for about ten minutes when suddenly about twenty odd mutants came sprinting out at us. We turned and started running for it, but I was limping from the burn on my leg. We stopped, and turned around and opened fire on them. We had dealt with them all when suddenly one more had run out from behind us and grabbed me and took a big chunk out of my leg. I started bleeding profusely but did not feel any pain from the shock of it and the adrenaline.
Greg pulled out his knife and stabbed it right in the spine, it died almost instantaneously, I had a few bandages, but only enough to last us for about a day or two. I could no longer walk so Greg picked me up and put me on the back of his shoulders.
“You know, if you don't want to be useless on my back, pull the pistol out of my backpack and shoot anything that comes near us.” Greg said.
I gave him a nod, then started to unzip his backpack, and pulled out the pistol. It was a .44 Magnum Revolver in quite good shape, except the handle which was rusted causing it to be uncomfortable to hold. Greg told me we were about 7 – 8 minutes off of reaching it and to stay on my look out for anything moving, when six mutants ran out after us so Greg took off running and I held on for dear life. We had covered quite a bit of ground when Greg lost his balance for a second and almost fell over, but I fell off. He continued running not noticing that I had falled off. I yelled out and shot a mutant, they were getting closer.
“Bob! Bob, hold on buddy I'm coming to get you!” I yelled as loud as I could. I was running back and pulled out my AR-15 and started shooting at them I hit most of them, but Bob luckily took out the one closest to him with a single blow to the head. I ran, and picked him up again and put him on my shoulders, I took off once again, checking every few seconds to see if he's still on my back. When we reached my safehouse I put him down and gave him my AR-15 and said “Defend us for a minute” I had to open the many locks on the door I had put, not very good in a stressful situation like this.
I was fumbling the keys, but Bob managed to hold off a bandit and a few mutants, I ran over picked him up and slammed the door on my way through. I quickly boarded up the door and locked all of the locks again, my body was aching, carrying him all this way has really worked my muscles out. All I could feel was my muscles aching. Bobs wound was quite bad, I was going to have to stitch it but with what?,, I looked around in the many boxes I had until I found a sewing kit and some fishing line. I told Bob this was going to hurt a lot he replied “Do it.”
I made him bite down on a rag and I quickly used a lighter to sterilise the sewing needle I was about to insert into him. He screamed at the top of his lungs when it went in. I began sewing his wound shut, I was started to get blood all over me. Watching all those episodes of M.A.S.H and House really paid off! Thank god for 21st century television! When it was done, Bob was unconscious from the pain. I got him a tattered pillow and a sleeping bag, and covered his wounds I let him be for a while until he woke up.
I ended up falling asleep while waiting for him to wake up and I was having the most wonderful dream... I was in a world where none of this ever happened, and everyone was happy, the sky was blue, the sun was shining, there was no cloud of radioactive fall out in the sky and the grass was green. All the amazing buildings were still here, and I was sitting in a cafe enjoying a slice of black forrest cake and a coffee. I looked up I was staring at the most beautiful girl in the world, my girlfriend. I was leaning over to get a kiss from my girlfriend when BANG! I heard something explode outside the door, there was dust and smoke everywhere.
I quickly got up, Bob was walking again, and faster than when he was before! I told him quickly to get out of here with me. We were both running through a window when they opened fire, I told him there is nothing we can do they are going to keep following us whoever they are. So I said “Get out of here, I have nothing to live for, all my family is dead, they were right near the blast. You still have a chance to find your family. I will stay here and hold them off.”
Bob yelled back “NO!”
I yelled back to him “GO NOW! WHILE YOU STILL CAN!” With that he ran off and yelled “I will never forget you for doing this Greg, please try to stay safe.
“I will I replied” and started shooting at the bandits who broke in. I had no other option I had to kill them here and now. I quickly grabbed the detonator out of my pocket, C4 was hooked up to the support pillars under the basement which would cause this whole entire building to collapse. I saw my life flash before my eyes and I clicked it.
BANG! I turned around to see a big cloud of dust and the building had collapsed. Greg, he was dead.
I gathered my wits and said to myself “I will find Gloria and Olivia, Greg. I will”