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profitofrage Vice Captain
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 Posted: Thu Aug 14, 2008 7:26 pm
The new world, a world of violence.
It was only seventeen years ago that the Russians uncovered the "artifact". All we knew over here in America was that it meant the Russians could now cure cancer manipulate the genome and create a 100% efficient energy source. This of course didnt make our government happy. Oil ran out, sooner then expected....and although we quickly switched to electrical cars and nuclear power, our economy was hit hard.....to hard.
We plunged ourselves in a war with the middle eastern countries. However our powerful nation could not compete and the war seemed to have no end to it. After the 7 year war all that could be said was that America had just spent ALL its money, and lost all of its military force. Russia had decided to create a new system of government known as Puritarian......basically a government devoted to technological advancement and the progression of "Dark tech".
They soon banded together all the countries that surrounded them and came to the "rescue" of the middle east, fusing the countries into a single massive super power. However the only other super power not taken under Russias wing was England. They managed to convince the remaining countries to band together to fight the "evil" Puritarians that apparently were "against god" for the large amount of genetic engineering. They called themselves the ACCF, or Alliance of Countries Committed to Freedom.
However thats when the second artifact was uncovered. American scientists had managed to find an Artifact, and they were getting ready to begin conducting studies. The puritarians however decided this was not to be allowed and launched enough missles to wipe out the remaining slivers of military or economic might America had left. The ACCF however decided that two artifacts was to much to go up against and so they too invaded america to gain the artifact before the Puritarians.
And so we have it, a massive global war...ow centered in the ounce land of the free.....now the remaining survivors collect together as rebel forces doing everything they can to propell the powerful advanced Armies of the Puritarians and trying to keep out the British ACCF. either way both sides considered americans as enemies......and both sides wanted America as there own.....one thing was for sure......the rest of us are stuck rumaging through our large cities, trying to escape the the crossfire....and make sure we still have enough bullets to make sure no one else decided they wanted our food.
America was no longer land of the free.....it was a land of anarchy....a land where the free...had the biggest gun.
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Posted: Thu Aug 14, 2008 7:28 pm
Puritarian army weaponry and background.  Soldiers: They are all equiped with a one peice Battle suit. This is a black thin suit that encompasses the entire body. It increases the speed and accuracy of the wearer, and is programmed to allow all the soldiers of a squad "Shared sight", this means a soldier can select to show another soldier exactly what hes seeing via thoughts alone. Although they seem rather bulky they are not much taller then a normal man, and look as though they encased in metal...any well placed bullet or knife can puncture through the sophisticated armor. THe armor comprising of mostly technical equipment then actual armor. The armor does however stop bleeding and numbs the nervous system allowing minor wounds to be ignored untill proper medical treatment can be done. Juggernauts: these are soldiers encased in a powerful suit. The suit is connected directly to the wearers nervous system to allow for total control. The suit stands 4 meters tall and wieghs 24 tonne. It has enough power behind it to smash through a battle tank. However the armor itself can block standard firearms, a few well placed RPG rounds can usually take one down. They are almost always armed with the standard 3 feet long claws used for piercing thick armors, but also with two "Dark" rail guns. Dark rail guns: These are rifle sized guns carried by almost all of the Puritarian soldiers. They fire small rounds that can pierce through almost any armor that isnt more then 30cm thick. They only run of out ammunition when they burn out from overheating and are so lightweight soldiers can carry as many as they can tie on themselves. The puritarians also have the standard weapons available by all armies of the 21 century, however they are all upgraded with experimental but efficient technologies. an example of the ACCF ground forces Plot.. Information..rules..characters..news
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profitofrage Vice Captain
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profitofrage Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Aug 14, 2008 7:29 pm
Rules
1) have fun
2) keep the the T.O.S
3) this is a super literate Rp. posts will be deleted if there less then a paragraph and even so 3 paragraphs should be standard.
4) no super powerful characters, this is supposed to be fairly realistic...if your character has a juggernaut running at him i do not want to see this
"The juggernaut was rushing at him so he jumped onto its back and punched through the armor plating and tore out its heart with hes teeth."
instead i want to see this.
"The juggernaut was running right at him, he crapped himself several times before trying to run away desperately his bullets bouncing harmlessly off the metal monsters armor" : P
5) have some more fun
6) INVITE ONLY, anyone posting without an invite WILL BE BANNED. if you really want to join then PM me with can i join as the subject.
7) character profile is required pm me it with this layout.
Name:
Apearance:
bio:
occupation prior:
short history of the last week: (this Rp is set a year...or so after the country was nuked....cities have had time to be partly destroyed and the two armies enough time to set up bases e.t.c this section is a short description of what your character has been up too shortly prior to the Rp....has she been running alot...fighting alot...starving e.t.c)
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Posted: Thu Aug 14, 2008 7:31 pm
Characters: profitofrage Name: Dominic Apearance:  bio sad age 20)He was lucky to have escaped the initial attack, He was a bit of a politics buff so he knew what was going on in the world before the nuclear attack...luckily he knew enough to know not to live anywhere near the military base. He refuses to have any contact with the American rebel forces that are working in the area....gathering food and people to fight the military powers in the area. He has seen them raid the suburban areas and taking any food or things of use....killing or throwing out anyone who was trying to live there....they would use the excuse that "everyone needs to share everything and band together and right" but really they just want all the food in one place so they dont get hungry. So instead he has been running from the military...the rebels...living wherever and on whatever he can. He was lucky to have come across a dead british sniper and loaded up. He has managed to get ok at firing the weapon but getting ammo and food is getting harder and harder....that and the heavy mental toll that killing other men...and living in a baron city is slowly killing him. occupation prior: college student short history of the last week: he has been following a small british ACCF squad, he knows they have food after they attacked a small rebel outpost and he needs it...the ammo would be handy too. Hes currently hiding in a partly destroyed high rise hotel and has decided today is the day to take the shot. Alede Name: Cassandra Mathers (Cass) Appearance: bio: (age 20) She was the only daughter of one of the wealthiest families in America. She was brought up with all the privileges that comes with money. She can speak many languages and knows how to defend herself. Although she can fight, she prefers to run and try to avoid a fight. occupation prior: Mostly volunteer work when she wasn't at school studying to become a doctor. short history of the last week: Her family was destroyed in the bombing and she was devastated. She has roamed the city, trying to stay out of trouble. She's gotten into several scrapes, but managed to get away. She has been hiding out in an abandoned building. Alede Name: Vincent (Vin) Mathers Appearance:  Bio: (23) He is the youngest son of the Mather's family and he was the one closest to Cassandra. When everything happened he was away and he thought that his sister had died with the rest of his family. Occupation: professional baseball player and an avid hunter Short history of last week: He was away when the bombing occurred and went into a depression when he realized his family was gone. Shortly, though, he moved on and began to fight.
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profitofrage Vice Captain
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profitofrage Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Aug 14, 2008 7:32 pm
news this will be were i post news up to date with the Rp Whenever say a major event....such as a missle being launched...or a military force taking over an area ill post it here. example of setting : So far: The north part of the city is swarming with puritan forces. the north west is a major battle ground between the ACCF and the puritans. but the middle of the city is also hotly contested. This is where many rebel forces conduct tehre guerrilla strikes against the enemy...but they often fail as they are horribly outnumbered. The southern part of the city are the suburbs...the main target of the missle strike. although many homes are still standing...it was raided heavily by the ACCF and rebel forces...and the Puritans have started air dropping juggernauts in the area to wipe out suspected ACCF forces in the area.
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Posted: Thu Aug 14, 2008 8:55 pm
Dominic:
He breathed in a deep breath to steady his hand, His eye looking down the site at the four men across the street. He couldnt hear what they were saying to each other but they were huddling around a radio inside of a gas station across the street. Dominic was in the 5th story of a high rise hotel, his sniper rifle barrel sticking out the broken window slightly. His scope aiming at the head of one of the soldiers. He watched carefully at the four soldiers, a single miss meant they would take cover...then shortly after they would spot him....and shortly after he would be dead.
His plan was simple, he had one chance one shot. He would fire and take out one of him and then make a run for it. He would take his sniper, his most valued possession, and keep his head down. They would be able to tell roughly where the shot came from but with no other shots being taken they would do one of two things. They would either break into the hotel and come up and get him, or they would take cover and get the hell out of there. If Dominic missed the bullet would be wasted...and to fire a second shot would mean giving them his position and risk them taking a shot at him....a firefight was the last thing he needed. All he needed to do was kill one of them, they would ditch there friend, they couldnt afford to be slowed down. Then he could walk down and strip the man of any supplies they left behind.
He took another deep breath....and aimed his rifle. His shot would pass through the shop window and hit him in the chest...hopefully killing him. His rifle steaded when he stopped breathing. His finger slowly squeezing the trigger. The rifle cracked back at him as it fired, the muzzle flash small but noticable, the scream of the man as the bullet made a hard thump in his chest, the following screams from the other soldiers..."SNIPER!!"
Dominic quickly grabbed his rifle and hid in the back of the room in case they fired at him...he wasnt sure if they had seen him. He didnt hear any other shots being fired, so he slowly crawled up to the window and peeked out. He couldnt see the man he had shot but he could see the other soldiers make there way out of the gas station tacticfully making there way in the opposite direction of the hotel. He breathed out with a sigh of relief, and reloaded his gun. He would have to wait a few hours before making his way down to check the body...then he would have to try and track them down again to take another shot.
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profitofrage Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Aug 14, 2008 9:09 pm
Cassandra:
She stared up at the ceiling, starting over again after losing count of the dots on the ceiling. She had been doing this for hours now, and it had yet to bore her. Ever since everything had gone to the dogs, it was the simple things that kept her from going absolutely crazy. "One, two...three..." she muttered under her breath, counting slowly and keeping a mental graph in her head of where she had already been.
Her stomach gurgled, churning. Sighing, she sat up and looked around for her bag. There wasn't much food in there, but there was at least some that would tie her over until she was able to find some more. Finally she located it on the other side of the room. After a moment she got up and moved over to her bag, opening it slowly. "Chips, beef jerky and some cookies. Not exactly a gourmet meal, but it will have to do." She picked out a bag of chips and opened them, eating slowly.
As she raised a chip to her lips she stopped, thinking she heard something. She frowned and stood up, making her way to the door. Opening it slowly, she peeked out and glanced up and down the hallway. "Which way...which way." She finally chose to go right, walking down the hallway slowly. She stopped and pulled a dagger out of her boot. If there was someone here and they tried to kill her, and they were unarmed, she would be fine. If there was someone here and they tried to kill her, and they had a gun--she was totally screwed.
The floorboards creaked beneath her and she winced, stopping and leaning against the wall. She breathed evenly, praying that whoever was here hadn't heard that. If they had, she had just definitely lost the element of surprise and that wasn't good at all.
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Posted: Thu Aug 14, 2008 9:26 pm
Dominic:
He had just finished peeking out the window for a second time when he heard the terrifying sound of a floorboard creaking. He could feel the sweat dripping of his head already. He immediately grabbed his rifle and aimed it at the door, his back resting against the wall his mind racing with all the possibilities of what could happen next. For all he knew it could be nothing, it could be a rebel looking for food.....could be an ACCF scout, could be one of those horrible Puritan hunters. He had seen one before, they looked like dogs...but genetically modified and enhanced with technology...they were dispatched around the city to cause general havoc.
The possibilities was endless....and he wasnt prepared for any of them. He stood up since there wasnt a sound for a short while. He had made sure the room he had picked had only one entrance. he had also gone to a great deal of trouble to place broken glass down the hallway to make sure if someone was coming he would hear them, the skills and tricks he had learnt over the year frightened him. What had he become?
He stood up and made his way to the door, he didnt peek around the corner as he was still trying to calm his breath down. His rifle was not automatic, so it was almost useless in this sort of situation. However it was still deadly so if he could get a good shot hed be fine. Thats of course presuming there was only one person...or thing down the hall. He peered around the corner to see what was there....to his surprise and his relief he saw what seemed to be a women holding a knife.....a survivor.
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Posted: Thu Aug 14, 2008 9:37 pm
Cassandra:
She had squeezed her eyes closed, trying to keep her breathing even. She held the knife close to her, gripping it hard. Her knuckles began to turn white. She was either about to make a good decision by seeing if anyone was there, or she was making a bad one. For all she knew, it could one of the soldiers she had managed to outrun. She took another deep breath and opened her eyes, staring at the wall opposite her.
Finally she turned around in the direction she had been heading and her breath caught in her throat. Someone was staring at her, and he had a gone. Oh great--just what I need. Wonder if he is a soldier in disguise. She baked up a step, ready to run if he made a threatening move. The knife was at her side, ready to throw if she needed to.
Her mouth opened and shut. She was trying to find something to say. Anything, just about anything would do right about now. "I..I...are you a..survivor?" She asked quietly. She bit her lip, She was beginning to shake a little from the nervousness that was racking her body. Her eyes scanned for all possible escapes. She had already counted several of them.
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Posted: Thu Aug 14, 2008 9:46 pm
Dominic:
her words confirmed his thoughts. He was safe for now, but that could soon disappear. He didnt know if she had a gun, he didnt know if she was a rebel scout...or anything in fact. Although his life wasnt in immediate danger the situation still meant cause for worry. Alone he could set the pace, eat only when he was hungry sleep only when he was tired. being in a group meant shared rations...shared bullets....shared lives.
He quickly turned the corner his gun at his side, he wouldnt put it away in case she wasnt alone...but nor would he aim it at her...that would be hostile.
"Im i survivor....are you a rebel?" he said worried. The rebels reffered to themselves as freedom fighters, or by gang name...if they were referred to as rebels they knew whoever was addressing them wasnt "with them"...and many believed in the idea of those not with them are against them.
"If your armed put down the weapon....i dont want to hurt you" he said placing his other hand on his rifle. A hundred thoughts ran through his head, she must have food...or ammo...or anything. Either way he had a gun and that meant bargaining power. He felt sick in the stomach being as hungry as he was...and even sicker that he was probably going to rob this girl. He moved closer slowy, he hadnt got a good look at her and for all he knew she could be armed...he just hoped that if she took a shot....hed fire first.
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Posted: Thu Aug 14, 2008 9:54 pm
Cassandra:
She watched as he came closer to her. "I..I am not a rebel," she said softly. "The only weapon I have, is this," she said as she held up the knife. Lowering it slowly, she kept it by her side. "And I don't think I want to put it down. I don't exactly feel safe. I don't even know who you are." Her breathing had calmed down considerably.
She glanced over his shoulder, expecting somebody to come out behind him. How could she know if he was truly alone? This could be a ploy to get her to drop her guard and then they would attack. She wasn't about to be caught off guard by the very people she had been running from since this whole thing started.
Automatically she backed up as he came closer. Being trusting wasn't exactly anything she could afford at the moment. She was getting closer to the room that she had left earlier. If he made a lunge for her, she could duck inside. Luckily she had found a door with a lock. Even if he managed to break down the door, there was another exit on the other side of the room. The only problem would be getting the key out of her pocket while she was trembling.
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Posted: Thu Aug 14, 2008 10:11 pm
Dominic:
He suddenly began to feel safer, the idea she said she wasnt a rebel was enough for that. He wasnt sure whether to believe her about the knife. The fact she refused to put it down did suggest that she didnt have anything else to defend her....but he had to be careful anyway.
"Look....my name is dominic....and right now, your the biggest threat to me....now dont take this personally...but so long as you hold that knife...there is a potential risk that you stab me....now considering i have a gun....a big gun at that....i suggest you listen to what i say" he said firmly
He had stopped moving now, his hands gripping at the cold metal of the sniper rifle in his hands. It was heavy but he had gotten used to that...he had to. It was then that he saw it in the corner of the room...a bag. He wasnt stupid, if she was to keep food or supplies anywhere that would be it. He had no food left so that meant that bag was his highest priority.
He took a step forward and looked at the girl carefully. She was very beautiful considering the rough lifestyle she would have been forced to live through. The clothes she was wearing meant it would be hard to conceal a gun...thank god. That instantly boosted his confidence, so he took a step backward. The further away from each other they were the better....she had a knife...that meant she would have to close the gap of 7 meters before he aimed and pulled the trigger...that put him at an advantage.
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Posted: Thu Aug 14, 2008 10:20 pm
Cassandra:
"And you are the biggest threat to me. A gun is far worse than a knife. In order to stab you, I would have to move closer. All you have to do is lift your arm and pull the trigger." Sher reached up with her other hand and brushed some sweat from her forehead. She pushed her hair behind her ear. She saw him glance over at her bag, and a thought came to her.
"How about this. You must be hungry, so I will share my food with you, but you have to put your gun down. I'll throw my knife aside as well so that we're both unarmed." She stood there nervously. "What do you say? Do we have a deal?" She had already started to loosen her grip on the knife handle. Her other hand ran over her clothes, removing the dampness.
She took another step away from him, closer to the door. She could forgo the food and find more if it came to that. It just occurred to her that he had told her his name, but she hadn't told him hers. Maybe by telling him her name, he would be more trusting. "My name is Cassandra by the way, Cassandra Mathers."
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Posted: Fri Aug 15, 2008 10:47 pm
Dominic:
His hand trembled as he held his rifle, still aiming at the ground. The girl acroos the hall was clearly not a threat, and she knew it. He listened as she offered him some of her food...watched as she wiped the sweat off her head and offered to disarm. All it told him was that he was in a superior position, and that she clearly had little to no position to argue his offer. So he took a step forward as she told him her name. then a faint memory crossed his mind and he felt like he had heard the name before.
"Mathers.....they use to own a side of power plants didnt they?" he asked hoping the conversation would distract her from the fact he had no intention to drop his rifle.
He made sure he kept an eye on the bag, If he got that bag that meant so many possibilities. It meant he wouldnt have to hunt down those men for some time....it meant he could finally stay in one spot long enough to sleep properly. It meant he wouldnt have to kill 3 men....just for a small ration pack of food.
"please, just give me the bag....then i will go.....and you wont have to worry about me any more" he said praying that she would comply, if only so he would not have to force her.
It was then that he heard an explosion off in the distance. The sound shook through his very soul as he crouched down on the ground and listened sharply. If there was more then one than a battle was being fought....if it was just one....it meant a battle was soon to come. If a battle was underway then it would pass and he could escape while there distracted....if its just starting then that meant each sides forces are going to rush to the area....and that meant he was in major danger.
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Posted: Fri Aug 15, 2008 11:00 pm
Cassandra:
She watched as he took another step forward. From the way he was carrying himself, she could tell that he had no intention of putting down his weapon. It was the same as her brothers, when they were still alive. It was always hard to get them to do what she wanted if they were fighting, but other than that--she could twist them around her little finger.
As he mentioned her families connections she looked at him again and nodded. "Yes, they did own a side of the power plants." She frowned more as he said he just wanted her bag. "You want to take my food from me? My supplies? Do you realize how long it took me to find the medicines and needles and thread that I needed?" She shook her head slightly. "So instead of just outright killing me, you would take my belongings and let me try to gather everything again?" She muttered under her breath. "Very gentlemanly of you..." She held onto her knife tighter.
She jumped and pressed herself against the wall as she heard the explosion. It was off in the distance, but more than likely--it would end up here. Here was not a good place to be anymore. She looked to Dominic and then to her bag. It was closer to her than to him. Maybe, since he seemed distracted, she could make a grab for it and into the other room before he realized what had happened. She stood there, contemplating the idea. She moved a little closer to her bag, cutting the distance it would take for her to make a run for it.
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