<b><span style="font-size: 15px">Metro: Dire Times.</span></b><br/><b><i><span style="font-size: 12px">A Metro Last Light Erotic Role Play. Still Seeking 2-3 players still needed</span></i></b><br/><br/><b>By Arouland.</b><br/><br/><br/><br/><i>Above</i>the world was a waste, broken buildings and broken streets, ruble litters the irritated world. Towers we once called buildings now lie on the ground finally resting, never to be rebuilt. While under is the only thing left, broken and unpowered metro's. The rails still hand and though the walls and metal now litters the dirty and monster infested tunnels they stand as the only place in the city that does not have radiation flowing through it. Well them and the mines. This city was once a huge mining town, though now it is only a place where armed mining parties and few miner settlements still remain.<br/><br/>The place you find yourself in is much like a hub, it as a sealed off tunnel to the surface, the ruble and broken concrete has collapsed and cut off the elevator to the surface. In meeting room is dark with only one single light hanging over head. A large square table in the center below the light has enough chairs for everyone. A single man sits at the table. He wears his black gas mask but without the air filter on it, just the mask, he has a trench coat, black, and a white scarf over top, he has a black suit on with a white undershirt, the open trench coat over top of that. He straitens his red tie and checks his watch. He is waiting for the workers, he got here a few hours before he was supposed to and has emptied a full bottle of vodka, leaves a half empty on still on the table, and two under it.<br/><br/>The room has five tunnels leading off in five different directions, at one point this was a train station, closed down even before the war, it was a ruin forgotten by time long before the bombs fell.<br/><br/>There seems to be a makeshift meeting room around the table, school lockers have been set up in a circle around the tables, their metal casings dented beyond repair. Leaning against one of them was another man in a trench coat, He had an ax leaning against the locked he too leaned on. He held his breathing mask at his side and was smoking a dirt looking cigarette. There were a few butts around his feet, maybe four or five. He had been here at the right time, everyone else was late at this point. Though the instructions on how to get here were less than stellar and the metro's themselves were hard to navigates with only instructions and very few land markers to guide you.<br/><b><i>__________________________________________________________________________________</i></b><br/><br/><i>Daniel</i>Stock waited like he had been for at least on hour now, he knew the man at the head of the table, he was the commissioner, he was the leader of the press, he ran this city. He was by far the most powerful man anywhere, the tribes that still fought for power under the surface were nothing compared to him. He ran three buildings, the ammo press, the mine, and the cleaning factory. The factory was just a place where they cleaned up air and compressed it into the cylinders that the average gas mask could use.<br/><br/>With his power he could easily take over the whole metro. He could stop the three warring tribes, the soviets, a monarchical group that was bent on taking back the surfaces ruins in the name of their “King”. The Miners, who are a tribal group living in the mines, though the commissioner did strike a deal with them for metal, ammo or metal. Though he is only giving them a small fraction of what the press really produces. And lastly the Riotous, a religious group the has worshiped a statue they found in the metro, They are disturbed, they want everyone to see “The darkness” as they put it, that the metro is a haven, a heaven, something that “The darkness” have given them, a safety. They will shot anyone on sight around their camp, unless they are with or wearing a uniform, these are just electrician uniforms, but they call them robes. They have converters in nearly every settlement spewing nonsense everywhere.<br/><br/>Daniel scoffed which got him an odd look from the Commissioner, he realized  he has been making faces while he thought about the tribes. He shock his head apologize. He was chosen to be the foreman of this group, since he has worked on projects similar to this before the war. He had worked on setting up lumbering camps and organizing the workers to build certain things, mostly things to keep woodland animals out, but he assumed on a larger scale it would keep the freaks out.<br/><br/>“If no one shows up soon, I'm going to have to call it quits, you may take what you like and leave at that point, I'll have to spare some workers to get the job done, if no one wants to take part I will be forced to use other means.” The commissioner spoke not looking up. Thought Daniel understood exactly what he meant. The man himself spoke rather softly, like a politician. What he was talking about though was sending press workers, untrained to handle monsters in the mines, or the tribals, most certainly to their deaths, but a few would make it far enough to seal off the main entrance stopping all the freaks from being able to get into the metro.<br/><br/>Daniel opened the locker to his left. He could take anything he wanted. Inside was boxes on boxes of ammo, fine ammo, expensive. The kind you don't keep in your pockets  unless you have a large gun right next to it. Beside the ammo were breathing masks, top line, uncrakced, clean ones, and air filters too, maybe fifty in the one locker alone, thought there were more than ten of these lockers, this was the only one he locked into, he wondered what were in the other ones? Gun's? More ammo? Armor?  He somewhat hopped that the others would not show up, he would  be set for life with the lockers here.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>