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The Afterstory : A Post Apocalyptic Roleplay [Free-To-Join]
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Thetogolopian
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"Hmmm... protection, escape routes, and my services of course."
Defiant_Blob
(￣^￣)ゞ
...that wasn't my shot. My gun jammed. Mecra looked around in his scope. From the way the guy dropped... He looked over to where the bullet should have come from. Isn't that the hill I was planning to camp at tonight?
Mecra took a closer look. What the... there's something oddly white up there.
Mecra took a closer look. What the... there's something oddly white up there.
White Suit took a deep breath after hitting the target successfully, moving his eye away from the scope of the weapon as he goes over in his mind what he had done. Shooting someone directly in the head from such a far area was a hard task for anyone, and even a quite difficult task for White Suit.
I've still got it.
He decided he would continue looking onward at the group of men fighting the would-be-dead bandits, grabbing his binoculars which dangled around his neck and brought them upwards towards his eyes, looking through the tool as he scopes out the area, noting that a few of the men are in a tower of sorts, one being a recognizable figure from earlier, yet the other seemed to be new. He continued looking at the men until his binoculars fell upon the eyes of a man wielding a crossbow, and he looked down the man for a moment: he seemed to be staring at him.
White Suit averted his binoculars away from the man as he looks at the other man lying next to the body of the man he had just shot. He appeared to be the one he also saw earlier with the crossbow man. He looked down at the man for a while, watching his movements after having killed the man. He somewhat stalked him, staring at the man for quite a while; the fact of being spotted completely exiting his mind.
I've still got it.
He decided he would continue looking onward at the group of men fighting the would-be-dead bandits, grabbing his binoculars which dangled around his neck and brought them upwards towards his eyes, looking through the tool as he scopes out the area, noting that a few of the men are in a tower of sorts, one being a recognizable figure from earlier, yet the other seemed to be new. He continued looking at the men until his binoculars fell upon the eyes of a man wielding a crossbow, and he looked down the man for a moment: he seemed to be staring at him.
White Suit averted his binoculars away from the man as he looks at the other man lying next to the body of the man he had just shot. He appeared to be the one he also saw earlier with the crossbow man. He looked down at the man for a while, watching his movements after having killed the man. He somewhat stalked him, staring at the man for quite a while; the fact of being spotted completely exiting his mind.
Specter2k11
Haunting People Since 2011
"Screw this! This is not worth our time!"
The bandits screamed while they ran away from Haven, to presumably go back to their leader and report the location of Haven.
But to no avail.
Ray's sight was broken by the time the bandits screamed. The white man took aim at one of the bandits. The bandit has been shot accurately by the skilled marksman. Another gunshot was heard. This one came from the tower above the gate. Mark has successfully eliminated another one of the bandits, leaving none left alive.
The fight has ended. Ray, Mecra, and The White Man has won this fight.
Well, time to get that unconscious girl back to Haven's infirmary...
Ray grabbed the girl's body and slinged her on his left shoulder.
... Good god she's HEAVY.
moments later...
I am NOT cut out for this. Ray thought, as he lays the girl down on one of the infirmary's beds.
Ah well. Time to tell Mecra we're done for today...
The bandits screamed while they ran away from Haven, to presumably go back to their leader and report the location of Haven.
But to no avail.
Ray's sight was broken by the time the bandits screamed. The white man took aim at one of the bandits. The bandit has been shot accurately by the skilled marksman. Another gunshot was heard. This one came from the tower above the gate. Mark has successfully eliminated another one of the bandits, leaving none left alive.
The fight has ended. Ray, Mecra, and The White Man has won this fight.
Well, time to get that unconscious girl back to Haven's infirmary...
Ray grabbed the girl's body and slinged her on his left shoulder.
... Good god she's HEAVY.
moments later...
I am NOT cut out for this. Ray thought, as he lays the girl down on one of the infirmary's beds.
Ah well. Time to tell Mecra we're done for today...
Thetogolopian
Member
"Well I'm a tinker. I tinker with things of "lesser" value and turn them into masterpieces. Distractions, traps,... small explosives. But also more mundane items such as my alarm clock, which your bottle cap shall soon be apart of, clothing, or even electronics. You name it, you get the materials, I build it. Of course I'd be willing to go out and search with you but if I've got a project going on, there's no way you're getting me to leave the vacinity."
Defiant_Blob
(￣^￣)ゞ
Ray, however, could not find Mecra anywhere. He assumed Mecra had gone off to investigate the mystery shooter from earlier.
Ray had assumed right. Mecra climbed the hill to find a white suited man sitting, staring down at a rifle.
"Awful fancy clothes just to spy on us. But then again, so am I. So, tell me, what're you doing here, and why did you help us?" Mecra asked, crossbow in hand.
Ray had assumed right. Mecra climbed the hill to find a white suited man sitting, staring down at a rifle.
"Awful fancy clothes just to spy on us. But then again, so am I. So, tell me, what're you doing here, and why did you help us?" Mecra asked, crossbow in hand.
The man in white slowly turned his head to the side, looking at the man in his eyes. He had seen the man come towards the hill and climb upward; he felt like speaking to someone today, and so he stayed.
Well, if I were to tell you who I would be and tell why I would be helping you out, I might lose interest in helping you, hm?
He slowly began to move his head back towards the rifle, looking down at the gruesome scene below as he later states...
Anything else?
Well, if I were to tell you who I would be and tell why I would be helping you out, I might lose interest in helping you, hm?
He slowly began to move his head back towards the rifle, looking down at the gruesome scene below as he later states...
Anything else?
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midnightgirl24
Guest
[Are we all going to meet up at some point, or will we stay as we are?]
[Just go with the flow and we probably will, as friends or enemies.
]
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midnightgirl24
Guest
[Alright then. 
I really can't keep going for the time being, since my partner on here hasn't posted a response. lol]
I really can't keep going for the time being, since my partner on here hasn't posted a response. lol]
Sploorky
Member
[SORRY]
"Having nobody to speak to so long does that to you. Now, if you don't have a name, can I have at least something to call you by? Don't think 'girl' sounds like a very nice name to know somebody as."
"Having nobody to speak to so long does that to you. Now, if you don't have a name, can I have at least something to call you by? Don't think 'girl' sounds like a very nice name to know somebody as."
Defiant_Blob
(￣^￣)ゞ
"Well, if you honestly think we have to depend on your help, you're wrong. Now, I'll ask you again, why did you help us?" Mecra demanded. I don't trust this guy, even if he did save me a bolt or two.
White Suit simply pushed himself off of the ground, beforehand grabbing his sniper by the barrel with ease.
I was sure you were not as good a shot as me, and I saw your friend attempting to attack that big fellow, so I prefer a thanking rather than a scolding.
The man's voice sounded smooth like Frank Sinatra, yet he had a mystical presence about him: the suit, his reasonings, his decision to help the men, and the fact he shot the man from such a long distance. He awaited for the man's response, still staring at him.
I was sure you were not as good a shot as me, and I saw your friend attempting to attack that big fellow, so I prefer a thanking rather than a scolding.
The man's voice sounded smooth like Frank Sinatra, yet he had a mystical presence about him: the suit, his reasonings, his decision to help the men, and the fact he shot the man from such a long distance. He awaited for the man's response, still staring at him.
The storm had long past, but the man remained in his cave. What point was there in moving on, when there was no where to go?
Water...he was running out of it.
Grabbing what useful supplies he had, he slung the backpack over his shoulder and left the cave. As he passed by the corpse of the traveler, he gave him a polite two-finger salute and continued on his way. The corpse gave him a polite teethy grin in return.
He continued East.
Water...he was running out of it.
Grabbing what useful supplies he had, he slung the backpack over his shoulder and left the cave. As he passed by the corpse of the traveler, he gave him a polite two-finger salute and continued on his way. The corpse gave him a polite teethy grin in return.
He continued East.
Defiant_Blob
(￣^￣)ゞ
"So, I'm to believe you were trying to play the hero?" Mecra hitched the crossbow over his shoulder. "I know you had a reason for killing him off. If you really were trying to play the hero, then you're a fool. This isn't a fairy tale."
He paused, then continued, "Also, you want to put that big mouth of yours to the test, Mr. Sniper-Rifle?"
He paused, then continued, "Also, you want to put that big mouth of yours to the test, Mr. Sniper-Rifle?"
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midnightgirl24
Guest
"I don't mind being called that. It's better than not having a name at all."
She looks at the man, pondering. She starts to think of a few names, but wonders what he will say to her.
"You could name off a few names and I guess I could choose one."
She continues to dig, wondering how deep the hole needs to be.
[I was gonna do this yesterday, but the forum was messed up. Sploorky ]
She looks at the man, pondering. She starts to think of a few names, but wonders what he will say to her.
"You could name off a few names and I guess I could choose one."
She continues to dig, wondering how deep the hole needs to be.
[I was gonna do this yesterday, but the forum was messed up. Sploorky ]
"FUS RO DA!!!!!"
The red-faced man and the man in all white both turned around simultaneously.
"Um......... Let me try again, FUS RO DA!!!!!!"
Both of the men were confused why a man in studded armor, iron boots, iron guantlets, and an iron helmet was shouting at them.
"Well...... this isn't working out. You see, when I yell FUS RO DAH! you are supposed to magically fly off this cliff, but apparently it isn't working right now."
The two men just stood there, staring at the strange person.
The red-faced man and the man in all white both turned around simultaneously.
"Um......... Let me try again, FUS RO DA!!!!!!"
Both of the men were confused why a man in studded armor, iron boots, iron guantlets, and an iron helmet was shouting at them.
"Well...... this isn't working out. You see, when I yell FUS RO DAH! you are supposed to magically fly off this cliff, but apparently it isn't working right now."
The two men just stood there, staring at the strange person.
My mouth is rather small, actually. And I had no intent of killing the man with the idea of 'revenge' or anything of the sort. I did it because I've watched you for the past few hours that you've been near town, and you seem to be worthy of living. Why are you worthy of living? Because you aren't a dumb bandit, or raider, and you two seem to be self-sufficient.
The man began to pace left and right, his head turning to and away from the man at times, never staying in one place as he spoke to him. His voice was unnervingly smooth; he seemed to speak with a quiet confidence. His rifle was still in his hand, held by the barrel. He continued to speak.
Now, since it appears I am being interrogated, I presume it would be quite alright if I asked you a question, hm? Well, I ask why you ask me all these questions. Why can you not allow me to complete my actions and allow me to continue on with my day?
The man began to pace left and right, his head turning to and away from the man at times, never staying in one place as he spoke to him. His voice was unnervingly smooth; he seemed to speak with a quiet confidence. His rifle was still in his hand, held by the barrel. He continued to speak.
Now, since it appears I am being interrogated, I presume it would be quite alright if I asked you a question, hm? Well, I ask why you ask me all these questions. Why can you not allow me to complete my actions and allow me to continue on with my day?
Defiant_Blob
(￣^￣)ゞ
Ignoring the buffoon in silly looking clothes, Mecra responded, "Because until I have a reason, I have no reason myself to believe that you yourself aren't a 'dumb bandit' or such. I'm sure you're fully aware of the people that try to trick others into believing they are friendly, only to stab them in the back. For all I know, you are just from a rival bandit group, with the only reason that I don't have a bullet in my head being that perhaps you want to try to infiltrate that fortress over there yourself. Now, suppose I do trust you. What do you want to happen? You're just going to walk away, never meeting again? Or, as I suspect, you want to visit Haven?"
Before White Suit could reply, Mecra turned to finally address the clown in stupidly heavy and hot armor. "Explain who you are before I 'Fus-Ro-Dah' a bolt through your head."
Before White Suit could reply, Mecra turned to finally address the clown in stupidly heavy and hot armor. "Explain who you are before I 'Fus-Ro-Dah' a bolt through your head."
Specter2k11
Haunting People Since 2011
The sun was setting when Ray stepped outside the infirmary.
He takes a dozen steps to the gate, trying to report mecra that she's now safe in Haven. But just before Ray reaches the gate....
"Ray!"
One of the men from the infirmary shouted to him, running as fast as he could.
"We have a problem. She's awake."
"So what's the problem then?" Ray replies.
"She... She is unable to cooperate with us. She started spitting on one of our staff members. We already strapped her down." The man replies back.
"... Ah shit. Fine i'm coming."
Ray then runs back into the infirmary. He goes into the room she was in. Loud screaming and curse words was heard from across the hall. It was almost as if she's lost her mind. Ray's spine was chilled when he heard it. He continues walking through the hall, finally entering the room.
"LET ME GO! LET ME GO YOU A**HOLES. YOU WON'T GET ME. YOU CAN'T KILL ME. I WILL END YOUR LIVES WHEN I'M OUT OF HE-"
"Will you SHUT YOUR YAPPING BEFORE I SUTURE YOUR MOUTH SHUT?" Ray shouted to her.
"... Look, MECRA SENT YOU HERE. I RESCUED YOU. Now how about you calm down before i really suture that foulmouth of yours." Ray adds.
"... Mecra? Oh Yeah? BULLSH*T. MECRA'S NOT HERE."
As she struggles to break free, Ray takes a deep breath, swallowing all her offensive insults. It felt like she just took down his pride away. It's as if he almost had the intention to kill her. He then proceeds to walk out the door, leaving her in the hands of the infirmary staff.
"... Keep her on watch. I'm getting Mecra here. And don't kill her."
Ray leaves the infirmary, running back to Mecra.
Okay. I am DEFINITELY going to slap her someday
He takes a dozen steps to the gate, trying to report mecra that she's now safe in Haven. But just before Ray reaches the gate....
"Ray!"
One of the men from the infirmary shouted to him, running as fast as he could.
"We have a problem. She's awake."
"So what's the problem then?" Ray replies.
"She... She is unable to cooperate with us. She started spitting on one of our staff members. We already strapped her down." The man replies back.
"... Ah shit. Fine i'm coming."
Ray then runs back into the infirmary. He goes into the room she was in. Loud screaming and curse words was heard from across the hall. It was almost as if she's lost her mind. Ray's spine was chilled when he heard it. He continues walking through the hall, finally entering the room.
"LET ME GO! LET ME GO YOU A**HOLES. YOU WON'T GET ME. YOU CAN'T KILL ME. I WILL END YOUR LIVES WHEN I'M OUT OF HE-"
"Will you SHUT YOUR YAPPING BEFORE I SUTURE YOUR MOUTH SHUT?" Ray shouted to her.
"... Look, MECRA SENT YOU HERE. I RESCUED YOU. Now how about you calm down before i really suture that foulmouth of yours." Ray adds.
"... Mecra? Oh Yeah? BULLSH*T. MECRA'S NOT HERE."
As she struggles to break free, Ray takes a deep breath, swallowing all her offensive insults. It felt like she just took down his pride away. It's as if he almost had the intention to kill her. He then proceeds to walk out the door, leaving her in the hands of the infirmary staff.
"... Keep her on watch. I'm getting Mecra here. And don't kill her."
Ray leaves the infirmary, running back to Mecra.
Okay. I am DEFINITELY going to slap her someday
Huh, odd.
The man in the white suit placed one of his hands into his pocket, still holding the barrel of the rifle with the other. He began to fumble in his pocket for a minute, grasping the edge of the combat knife in his pocket. As the man he spoke to earlier turned around, he pulled the blade's tip out of his pocket, followed by the handle. As he grabbed the tip, he bent his elbows as he aimed at the man who had earlier randomly shouted at them. In his helmet, there were two holes for his eye-sight, and he noted this, quickly straightening his elbows as the knife flew through the air at a quick rate.
He hoped the tip of the knife wold go directly into the man's eye, and watched as the knife flew right by the man he spoke to earlier's shoulder.
The man in the white suit placed one of his hands into his pocket, still holding the barrel of the rifle with the other. He began to fumble in his pocket for a minute, grasping the edge of the combat knife in his pocket. As the man he spoke to earlier turned around, he pulled the blade's tip out of his pocket, followed by the handle. As he grabbed the tip, he bent his elbows as he aimed at the man who had earlier randomly shouted at them. In his helmet, there were two holes for his eye-sight, and he noted this, quickly straightening his elbows as the knife flew through the air at a quick rate.
He hoped the tip of the knife wold go directly into the man's eye, and watched as the knife flew right by the man he spoke to earlier's shoulder.
"HA HA HA" laughed the strange man in odd clothing.
"You are just as bad with your knife skills as you are with your shooting! You will regret that, mark my words!"
The strange man jumped off the cliff and ran into the town ahead.....
"You are just as bad with your knife skills as you are with your shooting! You will regret that, mark my words!"
The strange man jumped off the cliff and ran into the town ahead.....