[Homebrew] Survival IC: The Endless Days - Surviving the Slaughter
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				Title: <strong>[Homebrew] Survival IC: The Endless Days - Surviving the Slaughter</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Laz</strong> on <strong>28-06-2011, 05:33:16</strong>
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				<strong>Game/Story Navigation:</strong><br><strong>Rules and Game System (Want to join us?): </strong>GO HERE (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=111439.0)<br><strong>OOC and Character Sheet:</strong> GO HERE (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=111620.0)<br><br><strong>Important:</strong> <span class="bbc_u">Players must post a <strong>Spoiler Tag</strong> containing their current <strong>Inventory, HP/SP count and Status</strong>. All players Start in a <strong>"Well Rested State"</strong> in the beginning except for characters with exemptions</span><br><strong>Important:</strong> <span class="bbc_u">Initial Characters will Start at <strong>Structure No. 9</strong> - The Blood Bar. Later Characters will possibly join the group on certain events and scenarios.</span><br><br>(http://i1221.photobucket.com/albums/dd471/Unbounds/map1.jpg)<br><strong> 1. Main Lumber Building<br>&nbsp;2. Warehouse<br>&nbsp;3. Paper Processing Factory<br>&nbsp;4. Residential Square<br>&nbsp;5. Town Square<br>&nbsp;6. Docks<br>&nbsp;7. Residential Apartment<br>&nbsp;8. Mayor's Office<br>&nbsp;9. The Blood Bar<br>10. Power Station<br>11. Weapons Stock Hold<br>12. Town Hall<br>13. Main lookout Tower<br>14. Residential Sections<br>15. Gambling Hall<br>16. Church</strong><br><br>The year is 2030, Each Player will find themselves at a well lit and well managed bar (Building No. 6) at the north edge of the compound. What were they doing is thier business, whether to find something to eat to satisfy their stomach, or someone else to satisfy the night's lonesome with. Either way, they were there for their own reasons. It was a cold chilling night, the winds screaming the same damn lonely song that it has sung for years since they started to rebuild a strong foothold of what was known as Las Vegas. However as the night passed into midnight, a scream escaped into the night but nobody paid attention to it. It was just like any other night as Barry Lagdon, aka. the town drunk, makes his usual round of waking almost half the outpost's residence to incoherent shoutings of the dammed and the incoming doom. Most people would just ignore it while others would just shake their heads in pity. The undead always did come however in relatively small groups who have lost their way by aimlessly exploring the barren earth. They were easily dispatched by sentries along the way.<br><br>This was no different from any other night, except for Barry who would come bursting into the Bar, shouting - "The Damned has come! I have seen them! Not a small group this time nor a wandering dumb-ass fleshhead. They are coming and its in the Hundreds!" The first coherent words Barry has ever said since a few years back when the survivors resurfaced to only find horror within the planet's surface. Surprisingly, noone paid attention to Barry still and they merrily continued back to their gossips and dishes.<br><br>Town Hall Scenario<br>(http://i1221.photobucket.com/albums/dd471/Unbounds/Map3.jpg)<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Homebrew] Survival IC: The Endless Days - Surviving the Slaughter</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Laz</strong> on <strong>28-06-2011, 06:03:51</strong>
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				Atlanta leaned back against the bar and waited, listening to the music that flowed and the thrum of people's feet. The air was electric, and he could feel the fun. In the world before, you had to know when people were having fun or just wasting time through booze and women. The past was too easy going for everyone, not until disaster struck anyways. Now fun is something seldom wasted. However tonight he wasn't having fun, Atlanta was merely wasting time to quickly finish the day. A day he wasn't fond off. He kept his days busy in his Workshop, working on a new car based on the same body design as the one he left behind before the meteors struck. But today he had hit a dead end, whatever stock engines the authorities and government officials harbored and saved during the holocaust was kept lock and key on one of the storage warehouses. To get one of those engines is to petition a form of request and wait for approval from the big heads up at town hall. And those damn government processes take months to even get a result. its funny how the government responses and results still stayed the same even after the end of the world.<br><br>"It's almost closing time..." Atlanta said in that growly voice of his as he shifted in his position only to be surprised as he saw Barry ramming his way inside the Bar shouting nonsense.. Atlanta didn't pay much attention to the old fool although he kept a close eye on the drunkard should the deranged man try anything relatively dangerous that could hurt bystanders.<br><br><br><br><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Inventory and Character Status</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Inventory:</strong><br>Handgun<br>A Pack of Cigarettes<br>Pocket Knife<br>Compass<br><br><strong>Current HP/SP Status:</strong><br>Body Points - 166<br>Stamina Points - 160<br>Status - Well Rested</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Homebrew] Survival IC: The Endless Days - Surviving the Slaughter</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>28-06-2011, 06:54:36</strong>
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				He might not be the best chef in the world, but at the very least he made sure his food was palatable. This wasn't always easy considering what he had to work with; fresh ingredients were likely to be a precious commodity these days, and the canned stuff, especially the older stuff, just wasn't all that great. Still, he managed to make a pretty damn good vegetable stew; that was the 'special' tonight. Stews and soups were definitely where he shined, but he could cook just about anything, assuming he had the ingredients and proper utensils.<br><br>When the hollering starts, Red was actually out in the bar; during that last hour or so of operation, the kitchen shut down. He had to have that time to clean everything up, and he always finished with a few minutes to spare.&nbsp; He was eyeballing his insulin pump and blood glucose monitor; 133 mg/dl. That was in the good range for him; 100-140 is where he tried to keep it, neither too low nor too high.&nbsp; And he still had about 200 units loaded into his insulin pump; he wouldn't need to change the reservoir for another two days.<br><br>&nbsp;Part of him wanted to take the drunk seriously, because he was always wary; even after they had become so safe and secure here, Red always worried. But part of him was so used to the false alarms that the town drunk made, that it was a case of <em>boy who cried wolf.</em> It was simply more likely than not that he was drunk and scared and making a fuss over nothing. And even if their were a few zombies coming, the guard's gotten pretty damn good at dealing with it.<br><br>...Still, the bar was close to the gates, and that was worrying. <br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Inventory And&nbsp; Character Status</div><div class="spoiler_body">Standard Issue Handgun<br>Insulin Pump<br>Continuous blood glucose monitor<br>Glucose Tablets (Two packages of ten tablets, used for immediate treatment of low blood sugars)<br>Three vials of Humalog (fast acting insulin; enough to last him about 27 days)<br><br><strong>Current HP/SP Status:</strong><br>Body Points:&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;90<br>Stamina Points&nbsp; &nbsp; 62<br>Status: Tired<br></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Homebrew] Survival IC: The Endless Days - Surviving the Slaughter</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Question Mark</strong> on <strong>28-06-2011, 07:24:32</strong>
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				<strong>Richard Mulch: Just doing my job<br>At the Blood Bar</strong><br><br>Ricky was feeling pretty good.&nbsp; Less than an hour until the bar closed, and no real fights or trouble had broken out.&nbsp; Leaning back in his plastic chair next to the entrance, head resting against the wall, a faint smile barely tugging at his lips.&nbsp; The air was heavy with the stench of smoke and beer, a lovely smell he would say if anyone asked.<br><br>He scanned the interior of the bar again.&nbsp; Couple of patrons, none of them too far gone to be a problem.&nbsp; There was a good game of poker going on at one table, and it was killing him to have to sit and watch.&nbsp; He fingered the deck in his back pocket in irritation.<br><br><em>BAM!</em>&nbsp; "The Damned has come! I have seen them! Not a small group this time nor a wandering dumb-ass fleshhead. They are coming and its in the Hundreds!"<br><br>The moment the door slammed open, Ricky was up on his feet.&nbsp; It was Barry Lagdon again.&nbsp; Shit, he'd already been here twice today, the poor drunk.&nbsp; And he was shouting, interrupting service, probably scaring a few people.&nbsp; Ricky wasn't even paying attention to what he was saying as he put an arm across the man's chest.<br><br>"Come on Barry, looks like you've already had enough for tonight," Ricky said, feeling bad for the man.&nbsp; He only held him back, seeing if he would calm down.&nbsp; If not, he'd have to drag him outside.&nbsp; That is if the poor fool didn't just drop unconscious on the spot.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Inventory and Character Status</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Inventory:</strong><br>1.) Handgun&nbsp; (with belt-clip holster)<br>2.) 1 Clip of Ammunition (13 rounds) (back pocket)<br>3.) Pocket sized note pad (front pocket)<br>4.) Black Pen (front pocket)<br>5.) Deck of Cards (includes Jokers) (back pocket)<br><br><strong>Current HP/SP Status:</strong><br>Body Points - 166<br>Stamina Points - 160<br>Status - Top Shape</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Homebrew] Survival IC: The Endless Days - Surviving the Slaughter</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>johnny5</strong> on <strong>28-06-2011, 07:45:04</strong>
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				Dave sat at his customary spot in the corner of the bar, people watching as he waited, the dude was late, go figure even after the apocalypse stoners were still unreliable, oh well he'd find someone to buy, the Apocalypse had allowed him to raise his prices to absurd levels.&nbsp; Not that anyone paid in money these days, but still he was doing all right for himself.&nbsp; He smiled when Barry came running in doing his chicken little routine, this should be entertaining, he leaned forward resting his chin on his hands, at least he had some entertainment.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Pistol, Zippo, Cigarette case with 20 Djarum Blacks, Half bag of weed, Eighth of mushrooms<br>B.P. 135&nbsp; S.P. 98&nbsp; Status: Well rested</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Homebrew] Survival IC: The Endless Days - Surviving the Slaughter</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Laz</strong> on <strong>28-06-2011, 08:01:13</strong>
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				There were two gunshots that sounded off from the east. It came in the direction of the main guard tower. but again this was normal, a few undead stragglers eventually winds up to the outpost, 3 - 4 times a day. and these were no different and it seems the wanderers have already been taken care off as quick as that.<br><br>Barry became more hysteric as he heard the gunshots, "It's them you bunch of ignorant fools! Run for your lives, you buffoons!" He tried swinging his arms wildly, taking a hold of the bouncer behind him, "Ricky, I'm telling the truth" shaking the big man with his weak grip "You gotta believe me!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Homebrew] Survival IC: The Endless Days - Surviving the Slaughter</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>28-06-2011, 08:04:21</strong>
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				Lauren wound a strand of hair around her finger as she considered the options for the next chapter.&nbsp; She was seated at a little round table near the bar, hunched over her notebook as she ran off various scenarios in her head.&nbsp; She let go of her hair to flip back a few pages to read over what she'd written and was interrupted by the arrival of the "town crier."&nbsp; She turned to look at the man, Barry, watching the bouncer work with him.&nbsp; <br><br>She closed her eyes and tilted her head back, knowing she was going to regret this one day...&nbsp; She got to her feet and went to the door.<br><br>"Hey," she said in general greeting to Ricky and Barry.&nbsp; She intended to get some food into Barry, help dilute the alcohol when there were gunshots and Barry stopped sounding so drunk and actually used multisyllabic words correctly.&nbsp; She froze, looking to Ricky.&nbsp; "Maybe he's not off his rocker completely...no offense," she added to Barry.<br><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Inventory &amp; Character Status</div><div class="spoiler_body"> <br>Inventory<br>Handgun<br>Hamlet<br>Notebook<br>Mechanical Pencil<br>MP3 Player loaded with the best music.<br><br>HP: 147<br>Stamina:&nbsp; 182<br>Rested and feeling good</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Homebrew] Survival IC: The Endless Days - Surviving the Slaughter</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Question Mark</strong> on <strong>28-06-2011, 08:16:39</strong>
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				<strong>Ricky Mulch: Damnit Barry<br>In the Blood Bar</strong><br><br>"It's them you bunch of ignorant fools! Run for your lives, you buffoons!&nbsp; Ricky, I'm telling the truth.&nbsp; You gotta believe me!"<br><br>Barry was looking frantic.&nbsp; The sickly man took hold of Ricky's shoulders, his eyes pleading.&nbsp; He didn't sound raving mad, or even drunk.&nbsp; He sounded terrified.<br><br>Ricky looked across the bar at the manager, Silvia.&nbsp; She nodded.&nbsp; "Sorry Barry," he said quietly.&nbsp; "We gotta go now."&nbsp; Ricky got a firm grip on the drunk man's shoulders and started pulling him back.&nbsp; He was pushing open the door with one foot when a woman he vaguely knew as Lauren approached him and Barry.<br><br><em>"Hey, maybe he's not off his rocker completely...no offense."</em><br><br>Ricky paused, looking at Lauren thoughtfully.&nbsp; Then, quietly so no one else would hear, he said, "I was thinking the same thing.&nbsp; I was going to go check on the Tower.&nbsp; Better safe than sorry nowadays right?"<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Inventory and Character Status</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Inventory:</strong><br>1.) Handgun&nbsp; (with belt-clip holster)<br>2.) 1 Clip of Ammunition (13 rounds) (back pocket)<br>3.) Pocket sized note pad (front pocket)<br>4.) Black Pen (front pocket)<br>5.) Deck of Cards (includes Jokers) (back pocket)<br><br><strong>Current HP/SP Status:</strong><br>Body Points - 166<br>Stamina Points - 160<br>Status - Top Shape</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Homebrew] Survival IC: The Endless Days - Surviving the Slaughter</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>28-06-2011, 08:34:49</strong>
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				He murmured quietly to himself as he got up, and felt his pockets. The gun was situated in the left pocket of his jeans; odd place to put it, but he never wanted to be without it, and lacked a holster. Either he never got one or he's lost it along the way.&nbsp; In his right pocket, he had the glucose tablets and insulin. The CBGM was a tiny little device, kept attached to his stomach by some extremely strong, tacky adhesive that was water proof, and meant to handle quite a bit. The insulin pump had a similar attachment to his stomach, and about twenty inches of tubing; it worked basically like an IV drip, providing him a constant stream of insulin from the reservoir and pump itself, which was a device that was clipped onto his belt.<br><br>He listened closely to the two--drunk and bouncer-- especially when the third, the girl, showed up and started saying something else. She might be being quiet, but the thing is, Red has <em>very</em> sharp hearing. To the point that it can actually be painful at times, like when Ricky comes in, practically screeching like a banshee.<br><br>He looked nervously at the three, and slowly stood up, approaching them. "Mind if I tag along?" He asked, quietly. <br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Inventory and Character Status</div><div class="spoiler_body">Standard Issue Handgun<br>Insulin Pump<br>Continuous blood glucose monitor<br>Glucose Tablets (Two packages of ten tablets, used for immediate treatment of low blood sugars)<br>Three vials of Humalog (fast acting insulin; enough to last him about 27 days)<br><br>Current HP/SP Status:<br>Body Points:&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;90<br>Stamina Points&nbsp; &nbsp; 62<br>Status: Tired<br></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Homebrew] Survival IC: The Endless Days - Surviving the Slaughter</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TanaSilver</strong> on <strong>28-06-2011, 08:39:00</strong>
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				Cassie sat at her table, tensely clenching her cup of water, as she watched the ruckus across the room. Now the writer lady had gotten involved, and whatever she said to Ricky had made his face go all serious. It had also drawn the cook's attention. <br><br>The drunk running into the bar had scared Cassie so badly, she had nearly fallen out of her seat. She wondered if she'd ever get used to the world; she actually missed the bunker.<br><br>She had come into the bar after a day of mending clothing for a chance to relax. Barry was not relaxing. Cassie felt more on edge than ever and acutely alone.<br><br>Dave Osbourne sat nearby, not that she knew him well. It was hard not to know just about everyone in a small community like this. He also sat alone. Cassie got up, taking her water with her, and moved to his table, sitting down at it with an apologetic glance at him. <br><br>"I'm sorry ... do you mind if I sit here?" she asked. She didn't give him a chance to say no as she sat down.<br><br><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Inventory and Character Status</div><div class="spoiler_body">Inventory:<br>Handgun<br><br>Body Points: 93<br>Stamina Points: 66<br><br>Status: Well rested</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Homebrew] Survival IC: The Endless Days - Surviving the Slaughter</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Laz</strong> on <strong>28-06-2011, 08:50:08</strong>
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				Two more gunshots echoed through the midnight sky, it came from the east again. This was enough to make Barry scarce, he got away from the bouncer's grip and hurried himself, limping with each step, down south toward the square. Shouting incoherent words of warning and doom along the way. <br><br>Although the unusual rate of gunfire that sounded twice in a row before was alarming to some. If one should look out and notice the dimly streets, aside from the slowly fading shouts of the drunk, there was only a calm sense of silence. No panic, No screams, not a single sign of conflict can be seen anywhere. It will give one sense of security and a snap back to reality from the drunk's blasphemies.<br><br>Yet it was Quiet. Too Quiet...
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Homebrew] Survival IC: The Endless Days - Surviving the Slaughter</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>28-06-2011, 08:56:51</strong>
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				Movement caught her eye as she stood with the men; the girl about jumped out of her skin.&nbsp; She saw her cross to sit with the other and was glad; it absolved her of the need to take care of the kid. <br><br>Lauren smiled at the cook, Red, as he walked up.&nbsp; "Hey, the more the merrier.&nbsp; But, uh--I'm no hero.&nbsp; Is there roof access?&nbsp; Maybe someone could give me a leg up to have a look around.&nbsp; Those gun shots are too far apart, too controlled...It's almost like they're saying 'come have a look while we have a bite,' you know?" she said, her glance bouncing back to Ricky as Barry broke free.&nbsp; She reached out for Ricky's sleeve to make him pay attention, turning so that she sort of blocked Red's exit should he try.<br><br>"I mean, if there was hell breaking loose, don't you think it would be a little more active about it?" She asked with a shrug.<br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Homebrew] Survival IC: The Endless Days - Surviving the Slaughter</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>johnny5</strong> on <strong>28-06-2011, 08:59:37</strong>
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				Dave smiled at Cassie, he'd noticed her around and was more than happy to share his spot with her. "yeah sure you can sit here, man somethings sure got Barry worked up"&nbsp; he didn't sound concerned, well not in the way one would suspect it was more like someone watching a play or a movie, Barry's antics were amusements and nothing more.&nbsp; "So what do you think?" He asked focusing his attention on Cassie as he leaned back in his chair "think Barry's on to something or is he just being crazy?"<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Inventory and Status</div><div class="spoiler_body">Handgun, Zippo, Cigarette case with 20 Djarum Blacks, Half bag of weed, Eighth of mushrooms<br>HP 135 SP 98 Status well rested</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Homebrew] Survival IC: The Endless Days - Surviving the Slaughter</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Question Mark</strong> on <strong>28-06-2011, 09:15:58</strong>
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				<strong>Ricky Mulch: Getting nervous<br>In the Blood Bar</strong><br><br>Ricky was about to shoo Red off so he could focus on getting Barry out when the drunk did the job for him.&nbsp; Another duet of bullet reports punctured the room; that, coupled with Red's appearance, distracted Ricky.&nbsp; Barry ducked out from under his arm and disappeared out of the door with a slam.<br><br>The bouncer turned quickly and pushed open the door.&nbsp; He stuck his head outside, shivering slightly in the cold air.&nbsp; Barrys shouts were already fading into the distance, the man himself swallowed by the darkness.&nbsp; He wasn't Ricky's problem anymore.<br><br>He felt a tug on his flannel.&nbsp; He pulled back into the bar, letting the door swing closed.&nbsp; Ricky shrugged at Sylvia, then jerked his head in the general direction of downtown.&nbsp; The bar owner laughed silently and went into the backroom.&nbsp; He turned his attention back to Lauren and Red, the former being the one who had grabbed his sleeve, in time to catch the second half of the writer's suggestion.<br><br><em>"Is there roof access?&nbsp; Maybe someone could give me a leg up to have a look around.&nbsp; Those gun shots are too far apart, too controlled...It's almost like they're saying 'come have a look while we have a bite,' you know?&nbsp; I mean, if there was hell breaking loose, don't you think it would be a little more active about it?"</em><br><br>Ricky eyed her contemplatively, mulling over his options.&nbsp; After a few seconds, he spoke.&nbsp; "You think there's a thinker out there?&nbsp; Well, it's possible...&nbsp; Hmm, there <em>is</em> a maintenance ladder around the outside of the bar that goes straight to the roof.&nbsp; If there is something going on by the Tower and the Town Square, we should be able to see it from there."&nbsp; Ricky looked at Red.&nbsp; "You in?"<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Inventory and Character Status</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Inventory:</strong><br>1.) Handgun&nbsp; (with belt-clip holster)<br>2.) 1 Clip of Ammunition (13 rounds) (back pocket)<br>3.) Pocket sized note pad (front pocket)<br>4.) Black Pen (front pocket)<br>5.) Deck of Cards (includes Jokers) (back pocket)<br><br><strong>Current HP/SP Status:</strong><br>Body Points - 166<br>Stamina Points - 160<br>Status - Top Shape</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Homebrew] Survival IC: The Endless Days - Surviving the Slaughter</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Laz</strong> on <strong>28-06-2011, 09:23:15</strong>
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				Though the events that transpired mostly covered matters that Atlanta had little interest in, he knew enough to ignore and shrug of troubling events that would eventually lead into more trouble, though he did ask a couple of questions from the barkeeper when the town drunk went running off. he liked to be skeptic and prepared, and a little information ahead of time should the situation present itself would never hurt. If it did, he'd be dead right about now. The gunshots were quite suspicious but it didn't face Atlanta, because if anything would happen the town alarms would sound, and civilians such as himself would have enough time to run towards the enforced houses in safety.<br><br>Looking at Dave, Atlanta stood from his position and silently scooted and inserted himself a seat onto Dave's table. "Still keeping yourself out of trouble, eh Dave?" Smiling as Atlanta addressed him. Noticing Cassie beside Dave, Atlanta turned his head towards her while giving the kid a warm smile, "Nice to see you up and about, Cassie, how are you these days?" Now leaning against his chair and placing his feet atop the table. "It seems old Barry here, is up to his Rodeo Shows again hoping the audience will notice him this time." Atlanta was skeptical with his own statement but it was his way to reassure himself that there was nothing to worry about. Not yet anyways.<br><br>He cant help but over hear what was said from the group the handled the ruckus made by the drunk, Atlanta couldn't help but raise his voice at the direction of the Trio, his back turned away from them as he continued to lean in his chair, "This much trouble for a measly old drunk? Seriously Now, if it was me I would rather just let it go."<br><br><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Inventory and Character Status</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Inventory:</strong><br>Handgun<br>A Pack of Cigarettes<br>Pocket Knife<br>Compass<br><br><strong>Current HP/SP Status:</strong><br>Body Points - 166<br>Stamina Points - 160<br>Status - Well Rested</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Homebrew] Survival IC: The Endless Days - Surviving the Slaughter</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>johnny5</strong> on <strong>28-06-2011, 10:25:44</strong>
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				&nbsp;Dave waved at Atlanta, "You know it" he said as he continued to watch the trio, were they seriously going to go out looking for trouble?&nbsp; "Ah well to each there own"&nbsp; he started humming an obscure tune as he watched the trio <div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">what Dave is humming</div><div class="spoiler_body">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=waa2ucfgVgQ</div></div>.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Inventory and Status</div><div class="spoiler_body">Handgun, Zippo, Cigarette case with 20 Djarum Blacks, Half bag of weed, Eighth of mushrooms</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Homebrew] Survival IC: The Endless Days - Surviving the Slaughter</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>28-06-2011, 18:27:28</strong>
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				He visibly shuddered when he heard the other gun shots. "Yeah, why not. If shit's hitting the fan, at least we know about it...and if it ain't, I'll be able to actually sleep tonight." The fact is, this place was impermanent; It had its flaws, and it could fall, and he'd rather not fall with it when that day comes. <br><br>"And I'd rather have peace of mind than be feeding the zombies with pieces of my mind." He commented idly to Atlanta, not even so much as giving the guy a look. "Besides, no one's asking you to tag along." He had a rough way of speaking; he was blunt, and that could often be misinterpreted. He didn't <em>intend</em> to be mean or callous or insensitive or provocative, or whatever the hell you want to call it; he just hated beating around the bush. Of course, that's just his word choice; his tone of voice is calm, even-paced and almost a flat monotone. <br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Inventory and Character Status</div><div class="spoiler_body">Standard Issue Handgun<br>Insulin Pump<br>Continuous blood glucose monitor<br>Glucose Tablets (Two packages of ten tablets, used for immediate treatment of low blood sugars)<br>Three vials of Humalog (fast acting insulin; enough to last him about 27 days)<br><br>Current HP/SP Status:<br>Body Points:&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;90<br>Stamina Points&nbsp; &nbsp; 62<br>Status: Tired<br></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Homebrew] Survival IC: The Endless Days - Surviving the Slaughter</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TanaSilver</strong> on <strong>28-06-2011, 18:50:39</strong>
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				Cassie observed the exchanges, nervous for the group at the door and getting more nervous all around. She liked it when things went by routine, because any variation meant something might be wrong, and when something was wrong, it was probably really wrong.<br><br>"He's probably just crazy," Cassie answered Dave in a small voice. She glanced at Atlanta who, for some reason, she always found a little intimidating.<br><br>Cassie wondered if she should join the group at the door. She was shit with a gun, and certainly no fighter, but she had earned a reputation as a good lookout. Fear made her careful and quiet, and she had spotted skulking zombies and alerted the sentinels on more than one occasion. <br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Inventory and Character Status</div><div class="spoiler_body">Inventory:<br>Handgun<br><br>Body Points: 93<br>Stamina Points: 66<br><br>Status: Well rested</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Homebrew] Survival IC: The Endless Days - Surviving the Slaughter</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>28-06-2011, 20:35:43</strong>
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				<strong>Lauren with Red and Ricky at the door</strong><br><br>She sent a hard look to Atlanta.&nbsp; Was he the voice of reason?&nbsp; She shivered at the idea.&nbsp; Was she?&nbsp; She almost gave herself a smack to the forehead at such thoughts but realized she was amongst others in time to turn the gesture into a vague wave of the hand.&nbsp; <br><br>"I don't know; and that's the point, no one 'knows.'&nbsp; When you underestimate your opponent, thinker or not...well, that's when the bubble of blood pops from your mouth, you know?" She glanced up at Ricky and then to Red.&nbsp; "So, two up one down?&nbsp; If we somehow take on fire at least someone below will have a shot to warn the others?"<br><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Inventory &amp; Character Status</div><div class="spoiler_body"> <br>Inventory<br>Handgun<br>Hamlet<br>Notebook<br>Mechanical Pencil<br>MP3 Player loaded with the best music.<br><br>HP: 147<br>Stamina:&nbsp; 182<br>Rested and feeling good</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Homebrew] Survival IC: The Endless Days - Surviving the Slaughter</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Question Mark</strong> on <strong>28-06-2011, 20:46:52</strong>
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				<strong>Ricky Mulch: Interbellum<br>In the Blood Bar</strong><br><br>The bouncer ignored the various commentary coming from the bar floor.&nbsp; He pushed open the door and looked back at Red and Lauren.&nbsp; A gust of sharp, chill wind rushed in.&nbsp; He liked the cold, even if it was strangely out of place in this region.&nbsp; Ricky smiled inwardly.&nbsp; Smell carried farther in cool air anyway.<br><br>"Ladder's around the corner guys.&nbsp; I think we should all go up, no point looking out from the ground when you can see farther from the roof."<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Inventory and Character Status</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Inventory:</strong><br>1.) Handgun&nbsp; (with belt-clip holster)<br>2.) 1 Clip of Ammunition (13 rounds) (back pocket)<br>3.) Pocket sized note pad (front pocket)<br>4.) Black Pen (front pocket)<br>5.) Deck of Cards (includes Jokers) (back pocket)<br><br><strong>Current HP/SP Status:</strong><br>Body Points - 166<br>Stamina Points - 160<br>Status - Top Shape</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Homebrew] Survival IC: The Endless Days - Surviving the Slaughter</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Laz</strong> on <strong>29-06-2011, 02:30:50</strong>
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				The air was thick with silence as the cold of the night shot up across one's face. As the door opened, a figure so fast darted straight into the darkness of the west road that anyone looking would have barely the time to notice it. Most People would just shrug it off as someone running or just a figment of their imagination but still other than that, the surroundings were dead silent. No one screaming yet, perhaps that's a good sign. Even if there was an attack, alarm posts were erected on every corner of every streets of this outpost and they would have gone off by now. Was there really nothing to be scared of?<br><br>A sentry walking along the main road coming from the direction of the residential square, would pass by. Holding on to his rifle strap as he nodded towards Ricky, "Slow night there Ricky? Its barely even closing time and you're already leaving? Saw Barry a few blocks back doing his usual routine." The sentry would smile at him but didn't stop his pace, and kept walking pass Ricky whether or not the bouncer did or did not answer. The sentry would look back behind his shoulders as he stepped out of the main gate, "I'll be doing my rounds at this end, if Barry comes back call on me and I'll lock him up for the day, he's really becoming a nuisance." and with that said, the sentry walked of into the darkness,<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Homebrew] Survival IC: The Endless Days - Surviving the Slaughter</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Laz</strong> on <strong>29-06-2011, 02:58:28</strong>
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				Atlanta would sigh in behalf of their struggles and attempt, if they needed closure who was he to bother with their excess use of energy. He would then notice Cassie staring the foolish group with conflict in her eyes, Atlanta sighed yet again, "If you want to join them go ahead, it might give you some sense of security that there is really nothing out there. even if there was.." Shaking his head lazily, "God forbid. The sentries will take care of it and if they cant, the alarms would go off and we would be on our merry way to the underground safe houses under the town hall by now" Reassuring the girl and possibly himself aswell. <br><br>His thoughts however went straight back to his car, and the engine he needed to make it work. "Hey Dave, by any chance you got any close contacts who are working at Town hall now, do you? Can you set me up?" Turning his head towards Dave this time, "Requesting for a car engine would take months or years even, might thought that contact of yours can, cut down some of those waiting time." Atlanta discreetly grins at him, as he shifted his arms and positioned them behind his head.<br><br><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Inventory and Character Status</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Inventory:</strong><br>Handgun<br>A Pack of Cigarettes<br>Pocket Knife<br>Compass<br><br><strong>Current HP/SP Status:</strong><br>Body Points - 166/166<br>Stamina Points - 160/160<br>Status - Well Rested</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Homebrew] Survival IC: The Endless Days - Surviving the Slaughter</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>29-06-2011, 04:17:26</strong>
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				He would follow the others out, bringing up the rear. He could have sworn he saw something go darting by them far too quickly to be anything he knows about; probably just his jumpy nerves and overactive imagination. <em>Yeah, but what if it isn't? Theb, uh, we're all fucked...</em> He thinks to himself.<br><br>"Good luck. Stay safe." Red would say to the Sentry, a hint of nervousness in his voice. God, did he always jump at shadows? The answer is <em>Yes.</em> Yes, Red did jump at shadows. He's like a mute Barry. Always scared of the end coming along, but knowing better than to go shooting his mouth off and causing problems. <br><br>He would move around the corner towards the ladder--he knew exactly what it was Ricky was talking about, having gone up there a few times over the years-- and he would be the first to deftly climb up onto the roof. <br><br>Once up there, not content to merely wait for the others to join him and tell him what they can see, he put to use his intensely sharp hearing, straining to hear anything out of the ordinary on this particularly quiet night. (1) Apparently, their is nothing going on. Or maybe he needs to clean gunk out of his ears. <br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Inventory and Character Status</div><div class="spoiler_body">Standard Issue Handgun<br>Insulin Pump<br>Continuous blood glucose monitor<br>Glucose Tablets (Two packages of ten tablets, used for immediate treatment of low blood sugars)<br>Three vials of Humalog (fast acting insulin; enough to last him about 27 days)<br><br>Current HP/SP Status:<br>Body Points:&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;90/90<br>Stamina Points&nbsp; &nbsp; 57/62<br>Status: Tired<br></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Homebrew] Survival IC: The Endless Days - Surviving the Slaughter</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Laz</strong> on <strong>29-06-2011, 04:28:33</strong>
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				<strong><span class="bbc_u">Red's Listen Check:</span> (Difficutly: Difficult + Listen + Wisdom + Status)<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;10&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;-3&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;-3&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;+1</strong><br><br>Send your Roll to me at the same time Incorporate it into your post. It will cost you 5 Stamina Points, whether it be successful attempt or a failure. Do display your current value and the maximum value of your HP/SP.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Homebrew] Survival IC: The Endless Days - Surviving the Slaughter</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Question Mark</strong> on <strong>29-06-2011, 06:01:22</strong>
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				<strong>Ricky Mulch: Life lessons<br>Outside the Blood Bar</strong><br><br>If there was one thing Ricky knew, it was practicality.&nbsp; Growing up in a rural area, experiencing life as a soldier and a truck driver, and surviving the apocalypse tends to instill some hard, reliable sense into a person.&nbsp; Ricky was always one to take things slowly, thoughtfully, never really rushing ahead.&nbsp; That was what saved his life in Baghdad.<br><br>He briefly wondered whether there were any normal people left in Iraq.&nbsp; He never heard of them building bunkers out there.&nbsp; But they must have...<br><br>Red's passing comment to the sentry brought Ricky back to reality.&nbsp; He threw a half-hearted, "Right, see ya later," at the sentry, and then was following the cook around the corner of the building.&nbsp; The maintenance ladder was just a series of half-oval iron bars set into the masonry.&nbsp; Cheap and practical, like everything else in the compound.&nbsp; Ricky climbed up to the flat roof with little difficulty, then stepped away from the ladder to let other follow him up.<br><br>The bouncer positioned himself next to Red, facing east.&nbsp; He looked [<strong>DC: 8 - 3 - 3 - 1 = 1; Rolled 10</strong>] and saw....<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Inventory and Character Status</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Inventory:</strong><br><span class="bbc_u">POCKETS</span><br>1.) Handgun&nbsp; (with belt-clip holster)<br>2.) 1 Clip of Ammunition (13 rounds) (back pocket)<br>3.) Pocket sized note pad (front pocket)<br>4.) Black Pen (front pocket)<br>5.) Deck of Cards (includes Jokers) (back pocket)<br><br><strong>Current HP/SP Status:</strong><br>Body Points - 166/166<br>Stamina Points - 155/160<br>Status - Top Shape</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Homebrew] Survival IC: The Endless Days - Surviving the Slaughter</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Laz</strong> on <strong>29-06-2011, 06:07:34</strong>
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				And what Ricky saw definitely did not bode well. He would notice most of the nearby alarm posts have been destroyed, knocked down, or have shorted out from the looks of it. Then he would see it, something that would even make a grown man weak in the knees and run for the hills. The remaining alarms further away were slowly being knocked down one by one by a shadowy figure. However the figure was too far to discern what it was and it kept hidden within the shadows as it moved from one Alarm to the next. But one thing was certain it was fast. way too fast to be human. The situation didn't look good as more alarm posts kept being destroyed one by one and apparently there was more than one figure destroying those alarms. Ricky would immediately see two alarms going out at the same time from further west of the outpost but quite apart from each other.<br><br>Two more shots rang more clearly now out in the open sky. Should Ricky set his gaze upon the guard tower, he would only be gifted with the sight of horror. What remains of the sniper personnel securing the tower were painted all over the tower's outer-wall. what's left of them anyways. A small movement would have caught Ricky's eyes as he would see a small crouched figure slowly regaining itself to a stand. Its back facing towards the bouncer as it slowly turned around to face the man. The only thing that would catch Ricky's attention, as he was already used to the face of the rotting dead, was that the creature was holding a sniper rifle like how a normal human being would. This thing was surprisingly fluid and its movement quite relatively controlled. It did not move like any other zombie, nor did it had the spasms and awkward motions most of the undead had. Smoothly raising its left hand and pointing the rifle upwards as the creature shot two more rounds into the night sky as if it were taunting the bouncer.<br><br>(Luck Check: Success)<br><br>Within seconds all hell broke loose, that's when the audible sounds of screams and continuous gunfire sounded off from all directions across the town. Shouts of distress and pain accompanied by cries of children were muffled by the sounds of machine guns riddling the night with its fury. The community outpost is small enough that the sounds of battle are audible from all over the town radius, cries for help can be heard from across town. Distant shouts might be a little garbled but the urgency is clear. While Ricky stood atop the bar he would notice the undead have amassed quite a few numbers that were already breaching through the perimeter walls. Most of the undead are following the north road toward the town from the south, but some of the more intelligent ones have broken away and are crossing the open land north of the town and may enter the town from the northwest or even west. A few groups have split off from the main force and are creeping along toward the eastern side of the town (which is unwalled but somewhat protected by a short but fairly steep hill). 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Homebrew] Survival IC: The Endless Days - Surviving the Slaughter</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>29-06-2011, 06:23:06</strong>
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				<strong>Lauren Reed - Blood Bar Rooftop Investigation</strong><br><br>Lauren slid the gun from her back waist and slid the clip into place.&nbsp; She cocked it and set the safety before returning the loaded weapon to the small of her back, under two T shirts and a ski jacket.&nbsp; She followed the men and climbed up the ladder, moving carefully as her fingers cramped in the cold.&nbsp; Too much scribbling, she mused.&nbsp; <br><br>Trusting the guys, she looked East towards one of the access points.&nbsp; Why did they put such a gathering point as the Bar at such a rotten location? she wondered, sighing.<br><br>"Anything?" she asked, speaking low because whispers carried further.<br><br>Further gunfire drew her attention and she flattened to the roof.&nbsp; <br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Inventory &amp; Character Status</div><div class="spoiler_body"> <br>Inventory<br>Handgun<br>Hamlet<br>Notebook<br>Mechanical Pencil<br>MP3 Player loaded with the best music.<br><br>HP: 147<br>Stamina:&nbsp; 182<br>Rested and feeling good</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Homebrew] Survival IC: The Endless Days - Surviving the Slaughter</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>johnny5</strong> on <strong>29-06-2011, 06:33:50</strong>
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				<strong>Dave: Inside the bar</strong><br><br><strong>Daves Profession (Drug Dealer Check): 8-2-2-1=3;Rolled 5</strong><br><br>Dave smiled at Atlanta a glint of mischief in his eye, "yea I think we could scrounge up an engine for you.&nbsp; Granted I don't know anything about cars but that's your department"&nbsp; Dave stood up from the table and turned to Cassie, "you can tag along if you like, who knows you might even have fun" he gave her a quick wink then made his way over to Atlanta.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Inventory and status</div><div class="spoiler_body">Inventory: Handgun,&nbsp; Zippo, Cigarette case with 20 Djarum Blacks, Half bag of weed, Eighth of mushrooms.<br>HP 135/135 SP 93/98</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Homebrew] Survival IC: The Endless Days - Surviving the Slaughter</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TanaSilver</strong> on <strong>29-06-2011, 07:25:22</strong>
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				Atlanta's words had calmed Cassie, reassured that the community was well guarded. She was about to take Dave up on his offer, since she still didn't want to be alone, when the sound of rapid gunfire could be heard from outside. More than the occasional double-tap of the sniper rifles, this sounded like all out battle.<br><br>Cassie rushed to the bar door and peered outside, opening the door only far enough to see out into the street, both to look and hear better what was going on.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Inventory and Character Status</div><div class="spoiler_body">Inventory:<br>Handgun<br><br>Body Points: 93/93<br>Stamina Points: 66/66<br><br>Status: Well rested</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Homebrew] Survival IC: The Endless Days - Surviving the Slaughter</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>29-06-2011, 07:38:31</strong>
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				He couldn't hear a damn thing at first, except for the two other strangers joining him up on the roof. It's a good thing that Red couldn't see what was going on, because he'd, more likely than not, lose all his marbles if he saw a zombie that could fire a gun.<br><br>Instead, he just eagerly looked towards the man, wondering what it was he saw. The woman asked a question, and while waiting for the answer... "fuckfuckfuck!" All of a sudden, the whole place seemed to come to life, with screaming and gunshots ringing out in all directions. Wether their's gunk in his ears that needs to be removed or not, their's no way his sensitive ears are missing that; it's almost painful, and he ends up kneeling down on the roof, practically quivering.<br><br>"We can't stay here." He nervously stammered. Try as he might to project a calm aura at times, he was, in fact, somewhat skittish; most of the time, at least. Right now, with no real idea of what is going on, beyond <em>shit's hit the fan,</em> he can't really think to do much; things would be different if he were face to face with the rotting bastards himself, as then he'd actually have an idea of what the hell to do. <br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Inventory and Character Status</div><div class="spoiler_body">Standard Issue Handgun<br>Insulin Pump<br>Continuous blood glucose monitor<br>Glucose Tablets (Two packages of ten tablets, used for immediate treatment of low blood sugars)<br>Three vials of Humalog (fast acting insulin; enough to last him about 27 days)<br><br>Current HP/SP Status:<br>Body Points:&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;90/90<br>Stamina Points&nbsp; &nbsp; 57/62<br>Status: Tired<br></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Homebrew] Survival IC: The Endless Days - Surviving the Slaughter</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Question Mark</strong> on <strong>29-06-2011, 08:09:26</strong>
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				<strong>Ricky Mulch: A Night that will Change Lives<br>On top of the Blood Bar</strong><br><br>Ricky saw silent destruction.&nbsp; Gore and blood splattered on the Tower, numerous toppled alarm pillars, and dark shapes scurrying across the town commons.&nbsp; His eyes were as sharp as ever, but the night was dark.&nbsp; Normally the alarm pillars would provide some light, but well over a dozen of them were down.&nbsp; Still, he could vaguely make out a dark shape moving about in the deserted tower.<br><br><em>"Anything?"</em><br><br>Frozen with terror and surprise, Ricky remained silent and unresponsive to Lauren's whispered question.&nbsp; His eyes were fixed on the Tower, and the figure inside.&nbsp; He moved like a human, but when a glimmer of moonlight lit up his face, all Ricky could see was rotting skin and muscle.&nbsp; The undead raised a long pole -- no, a rifle -- and pointed it to the sky.&nbsp; Twin reports rolled over the compound.&nbsp; The zombie was moving like a person.&nbsp; The zombie was firing a gun.<br><br>The enveloping and disorienting din of gunfire shocked Ricky from his reverie.&nbsp; Next to him, Lauren and Red both hit the deck.&nbsp; Ricky stayed upright, spinning around and taking in the sporadic flashes around town.&nbsp; Now there were voices, yelling, screaming, pleading.&nbsp; He looked back towards the town square.&nbsp; Several of the black shapes were moving towards the Town Hall; nearly all of the alarm towers were down.<br><br>His hands reached up and pushed through his hair, his mouth an open O.&nbsp; No alarms went off.&nbsp; That meant most people would be caught off guard.&nbsp; The gunfire seemed to be coming from all over the town.&nbsp; That meant the undead had somehow slipped past their defenses.<br><br>Ricky's first instinct was to bolt for the Town Hall and the bunker underneath, but then he thought about everyone in the Bar beneath him.&nbsp; Not only was it his job to protect them, but they would all probably bolt for the Town Hall as well.&nbsp; If he could get down there and instill some order, they could move out as an organized group.&nbsp; If they kept the inner wall at their back and the North Road in front of them, the zombies wouldn't be able to get at them without crossing open ground first.&nbsp; Truly, there was safety in numbers.<br><br>He looked back at the Tower.&nbsp; The rifle wielding zombie who moved like a person was gone.<br><br>Ricky crouched and grabbed the shoulders of Red and Lauren, helping lift them up while he talked.&nbsp; He spoke just loud enough to be heard over the gunfire.&nbsp; "Look, we gotta get downstairs and get everyone in the bar moving towards the Town Hall together.&nbsp; Most of the alarms have been knocked out by--"&nbsp; <em>What WAS knocking them out?&nbsp; Way too fast...</em>&nbsp; "--something.&nbsp; There's a bunch of undead coming from the west and north, some of them are already in the town square.&nbsp; We need to move, NOW!"<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Inventory and Character Status</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Inventory:</strong><br><span class="bbc_u">POCKETS</span><br>1.) Handgun&nbsp; (with belt-clip holster)<br>2.) 1 Clip of Ammunition (13 rounds) (back pocket)<br>3.) Pocket sized note pad (front pocket)<br>4.) Black Pen (front pocket)<br>5.) Deck of Cards (includes Jokers) (back pocket)<br><br><strong>Current HP/SP Status:</strong><br>Body Points - 166/166<br>Stamina Points - 155/160<br>Status - Top Shape</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Homebrew] Survival IC: The Endless Days - Surviving the Slaughter</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Laz</strong> on <strong>29-06-2011, 08:17:19</strong>
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				There was a loud metallic creak as the north gate swung open. fortunately it wasn't the pack of dead, but the previous sentry who went passed them moments before. He weakly secured and closed the gate before slowly resting his back upon cold steel. It seems like he didn't look too good as blood gushed out from his neck with ample amounts. It only took a few seconds till the body went limp and the man's life was drained out of him. He was dead, but fortunately his body was immune to the virus and thus his corpse remained silent. Should one search his body, if they choose, they will mostly find nothing of use or value, except for the M24 Sniper Rifle that is tightly secured in his cold dead hands. Although it only holds 2 bullets. Two (7.62 x 51mm) rounds that can blow a man's head completely. <br><br><span class="bbc_u">Should you choose to salvage it (Assign who will carry it and take out excess items to replace)</span>:<br>M24 Sniper Weapon System (SWS): <strong>2 Rounds</strong> left in the cartridge :: Modifiers <strong>(Strength + Heavy Weapons)</strong> :: Takes up <strong>2 Inventory Space</strong>.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Homebrew] Survival IC: The Endless Days - Surviving the Slaughter</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Laz</strong> on <strong>29-06-2011, 08:51:27</strong>
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				The more they waste time deciding what to do, the more zombies were closing in on their position. Just as the door was secured by the sentry before he died, moans were already being heard from the other side of the metal gates. Loud banging started in simultaneous sequence as the metal gate shook from the zombies attempt to smash their way in. A few zombies, quite a small group, have already reached the bar. The first group of undead is a pack of six normal flesh eaters on the north road, which lead south to the residential square. They were heading north towards the bar. Ninety feet beyond the first group is a group of eight more. Two Spitters would come out of nowhere from each road leading west of the Residential Sections (Map Section No. 14). <br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Total Number of Encounters</div><div class="spoiler_body">6 Zombies (Gun to melee range) = Easy Difficulty<br>8 Zombies further back (Gun range) = Average Difficulty<br>4 Spitter (Gun range) = Average Difficulty</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Homebrew] Survival IC: The Endless Days - Surviving the Slaughter</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>29-06-2011, 09:03:50</strong>
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				<strong>Rooftop conference - </strong> <br><br>Looking towards the town hall, Lauren then glanced back at the gate where the lump of the sentry lay.&nbsp; <br><br>"Move everyone?" she asked.&nbsp; She wished she had experience in this.&nbsp; And, that girl in the bar who jumped like she'd been hit with a stun gun...&nbsp; "What do you think is acceptable collateral damage?" she asked.&nbsp; "I'm not GI Jane and neither is that kid down stairs...in the bar.&nbsp; I'm for staying put...at least until daylight." <br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Inventory &amp; Character Status</div><div class="spoiler_body"> <br>Inventory<br>Handgun<br>Hamlet<br>Notebook<br>Mechanical Pencil<br>MP3 Player loaded with the best music.<br><br>HP: 147<br>Stamina:&nbsp; 182<br>Rested and feeling good</div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Homebrew] Survival IC: The Endless Days - Surviving the Slaughter</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>29-06-2011, 09:14:05</strong>
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				"Maybe they'll take us seriously now..." He frowned a bit as he saw that the gate closest to them was closed; but that's probably a good thing, considering all the banging at it. Which meant that the best choice for them was, in his opinion, to head towards the west gate; hopefully that one would be open, and they wouldn't be stuck here. They could try swimming, but that had a whole hell of a lot of problems associated with it, least of all the possibility of swimming zombies; his electronics <em>can't</em> get wet. He won't live more than a day or two without that damn pump, and the monitor he needs to effectively use it. <br><br>"Since the North gate is shut, it might be best if we get them and all head towards the west gate...I mean, fuck, listen to them! They've already gotten inside the place." He pleaded, somewhat tersely, already heading towards the ladder to go down. <br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Inventory and Character Status</div><div class="spoiler_body">Standard Issue Handgun (Ammo: 9/9)<br>Insulin Pump (Battery life: 17 days, insulin reservoir: 200/300 units)<br>Continuous blood glucose monitor (Battery life: 17 days)<br>Glucose Tablets (x20)<br>Three vials of Humalog (2,800 units)<br><br>Current HP/SP Status:<br>Body Points:&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;90/90<br>Stamina Points&nbsp; &nbsp; 57/62<br>Status: Tired<br></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Homebrew] Survival IC: The Endless Days - Surviving the Slaughter</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Laz</strong> on <strong>29-06-2011, 09:17:37</strong>
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				Atlanta heard the screams and shouts from outside the bar and made him jump from his seat while taking out his handgun in panic. "What was that?" Fuck!, he knew something was wrong, but he chose to ignore it, and now something's really happening and it ain't good. From the corner of his eyes he would notice dark figures limping towards them from the bar's windows. With a panic start he would aim his handgun towards the window in an attempt to kill one. He fired a shot.<br><br>Impossible + Dex + Pistols + Status<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;14&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; -3&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;0&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; 0&nbsp; &nbsp;= 11 (Impossible to Roll. Automatic Fail)<br><br>Well that's useless. The bullet crashed and broke the window only to do nothing but set a panic to the bar's inhabitants. Fuck. With shaking hands, he tried to wipe the sweat dripping down his forehead while trying to calm himself down. "We need to get out of here...."<br><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Inventory and Character Status</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Inventory:</strong><br>Handgun - <strong>8 bullets left</strong><br>A Pack of Cigarettes<br>Pocket Knife<br>Compass<br><br><strong>Current HP/SP Status:</strong><br>Body Points - 166/166<br>Stamina Points - 158/160<br>Status - Well Rested</div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Homebrew] Survival IC: The Endless Days - Surviving the Slaughter</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Question Mark</strong> on <strong>29-06-2011, 09:24:16</strong>
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				<strong>Ricky Mulch: Mind made up<br>On top of the Blood Bar</strong><br><br>Ricky was already mounting the ladder when he replied to Lauren and Red.&nbsp; "Look, I'm not asking you to kill all these zombies.&nbsp; We just need to get to the bunker, and the best way to do that is safety in numbers.&nbsp; Red, the west gate's a flop, too many zombies over there, and we don't have any supplies for the wild.&nbsp; What do we do have is guns, and most of us are pretty good shots.&nbsp; We'll make it to the bunker just fine."<br><br>And with that he was down on the ground.&nbsp; A sudden gunshot, loud and very close, tore at his ears.&nbsp; "Shit!" Ricky swore, his own handgun in his hand, safety off.&nbsp; He peeked around the corner of the bar, spotting a half dozen zombies shambling towards the front door.&nbsp; Looks like they'd have to kill some zombies after all.&nbsp; Farther up the road was the dead sentry sitting against the north gate.&nbsp; Ricky swung around the corner, lined up a shot, and fired at the closest zombie's head, maybe four meters in front of him.&nbsp; [<strong>-1 from Dex, -2 from pistols, -1 from Condition, Rolled a 4</strong>]<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Inventory and Character Status</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Inventory:</strong><br><span class="bbc_u">POCKETS</span><br>1.) Handgun&nbsp; (with belt-clip holster)<br>2.) 1 Clip of Ammunition (13 rounds) (back pocket)<br>3.) Pocket sized note pad (front pocket)<br>4.) Black Pen (front pocket)<br>5.) Deck of Cards (includes Jokers) (back pocket)<br><br><strong>Current HP/SP Status:</strong><br>Body Points - 166/166<br>Stamina Points - 153/160<br>Status - Top Shape</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Homebrew] Survival IC: The Endless Days - Surviving the Slaughter</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Laz</strong> on <strong>29-06-2011, 09:40:52</strong>
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				The closest zombie died from Rick's gun and it went down with a silent thud.<br><br>[Luck check: Fail.]<br><br>So far 3 zombies have already reached the bar and were attentively knocking down the door to force themselves in.<br>The other two zombies reacted from Rick's gun and started going towards his direction.<br>The 8 zombies further back are still quite far to be a threat but they are inching ever closer.<br>The 4 Spitters have already begun their sprint (They walk faster than normal zombies but not as fast as swimmers or hounds) targeting Rick as they moved<br><br>Spitter 1: <strong>Rick</strong> = (Miss) the shot went slightly off and hit the pavement<br>Spitter 2: <strong>Rick</strong> = (Hit) + (Luck Attempt to be able to get a Headshot = Fail) the shot went straight and hit Rick squarely in the arm though its harmless.<br>Spitter 3: <strong>Rick</strong> = (Miss) the shot swerved and hit the bar wall.<br>Spitter 4: <strong>Red</strong> = (Miss) the spit missed its target by inches.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Homebrew] Survival IC: The Endless Days - Surviving the Slaughter</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>29-06-2011, 09:47:27</strong>
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				And the shit hits the fan before he can even go down. Screw going down, he stays up above the bar, and draws his gun. He flicks the safety off, knowing that much needs to be done at least. He's got zero training with this damned thing; he's fired it maybe a dozen times or so since coming up here, practicing, but he could never really get used to it.<br><br>Knowing full well that he might just be wasting bullets, he starts firing at the Spitters (after they've made their presence known with the attack on Rick and himself).<br><br>[-3 dex, 0 pistols, +1 from condition, rolled 10! Second shot roll is an 8]<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Inventory and Character Status</div><div class="spoiler_body">Standard Issue Handgun (Ammo: 7/9)<br>Insulin Pump (Battery life: 17 days, insulin reservoir: 200/300 units)<br>Continuous blood glucose monitor (Battery life: 17 days)<br>Glucose Tablets (x20)<br>Three vials of Humalog (2,800 units)<br><br>Current HP/SP Status:<br>Body Points:&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;90/90<br>Stamina Points&nbsp; &nbsp; 57/62<br>Status: Tired<br></div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Homebrew] Survival IC: The Endless Days - Surviving the Slaughter</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Laz</strong> on <strong>29-06-2011, 09:52:31</strong>
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				The two spitters went down fast as the bullets hit them squarely in the head. (Both Luck Check for Hangedman = Fail)<br><br><strong>Update:</strong><br>Current Monster Stats-<br>3- Dead zombies.<br><br>5- Zombies (Gun to melee range) = Easy Difficulty<br>8- Zombies further back (Gun range) = Average Difficulty<br>2- Spitter (Gun range) = Average Difficulty<br><br>Note: I'll make the Zombies attack/move with every three player that posts or makes a move. for now just a battle update.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Homebrew] Survival IC: The Endless Days - Surviving the Slaughter</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Question Mark</strong> on <strong>29-06-2011, 09:58:59</strong>
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				<strong>Ricky Mulch: Fire fire fire!<br>Outside the Blood Bar</strong><br><br>Ricky smiled grimly as the first zombie went down, one eye and the top of its check shredded by the bullet.&nbsp; He had fired too quickly though, and now properly rested his arms on top of a small trash barrel, steadying his aim.&nbsp; Two zombies were now heading towards him, the other three distracted by gunfire from inside the bar.&nbsp; His finger began to clench the trigger...<br><br>A hot slime, like an extra thick wad of chewing tobacco, slapped into his forearm.&nbsp; Two other shots splattered into the scenery around him.&nbsp; Spitter juice.&nbsp; Ricky fought down a wave of nausea, reminding himself that the spit was harmless on healthy skin.<br><br>He turned his head, looking for the attackers, and saw four spitters making their way across the road.&nbsp; Two shots came from the top of the bar, both hitting a spitter each.&nbsp; Either Red or Lauren must have seen them coming and opened fire.&nbsp; Ricky edged a bit closer to the wall to get more cover from the garbage barrel.<br><br>He decided to let whoever was firing from the roof to finish off the spitters.&nbsp; Ricky steadied his pistol once more, focusing on the two zombies coming towards him.&nbsp; They were close; they'd be in grabbing range in mere seconds.&nbsp; Ricky held his breath, adjusted his aim slightly, and then squeezed off two shots.<br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Shot #1: 5 - 1 - 3 - 1 = 0 (Automatic hit)<br>Shot #2: 5 - 1 - 3 - 1 = 0 (Automatic hit)</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>With the two zombies down, Ricky shouted into a nearby window.&nbsp; "Hey, in the bar!&nbsp; There are about a half dozen zombies out here near the door.&nbsp; We need to get moving towards the Town Hall ASAP before more show up!"<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Inventory and Character Status</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Inventory:</strong><br><span class="bbc_u">POCKETS</span><br>1.) Handgun&nbsp; (with belt-clip holster) (6/9 bullets)<br>2.) 1 Extended Clip of Ammunition (13/13 rounds) (back pocket)<br>3.) Pocket sized note pad (front pocket)<br>4.) Black Pen (front pocket)<br>5.) Deck of Cards (includes Jokers) (back pocket)<br><br><strong>Current HP/SP Status:</strong><br>Body Points - 166/166<br>Stamina Points - 149/160<br>Status - Top Shape</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Homebrew] Survival IC: The Endless Days - Surviving the Slaughter</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Laz</strong> on <strong>29-06-2011, 10:41:28</strong>
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				<em>"Hey, in the bar!&nbsp; There are about a half dozen zombies out here near the door.&nbsp; We need to get moving towards the Town Hall ASAP before more show up!"</em><br><br>Atlanta shot back from reality as soon as he heard the shout. Noticing Cassie going towards the front doors, shouting after her, "Hold it, girl! get out of the way its not safe!" surely enough the zombies were already knocking down the bar door bit by bit. In a few minutes they'll be able to enter the establishment, "Move out of the way Cassie!" Calmer than before and with a clear mind, Atlanta readied his pistol.<br>Pulling the trigger in an attempt to hit a zombie behind a solid wooden door.<br><br>Difficulty = Difficult: 10-3+0+0 = 7 (Rolled a 7) (Luck Check = Fail)<br><br>He hit a zombie in the head with quite a lucky shot, as he noticed one of the three bodies visible from the torn up holes of the bar door had actually fell backwards. Atlanta wasn't finished there, charging straight at the door and ramming his shoulders on the frame door in an attempt push back the zombies.<br><br>Difficulty = Difficult: (STR + Unarmed) 10-3-1+0 = 6 (Rolled an 8) (Luck Check = Fail)<br><br>The momentum was enough to break the door off its hinges and using it to actually push back the two remaining zombies and making them fall down backwards. they were still alive as these undead attempted to get back up.<br><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Inventory and Character Status</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Inventory:</strong><br>Handgun - 7 bullets left<br>A Pack of Cigarettes<br>Pocket Knife<br>Compass<br><br><strong>Current HP/SP Status:</strong><br>Body Points - 166/166<br>Stamina Points - 154/160<br>Status - Well Rested</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Homebrew] Survival IC: The Endless Days - Surviving the Slaughter</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>johnny5</strong> on <strong>29-06-2011, 10:51:49</strong>
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				Dave: Getting into the action<br><br>Dave had been watching the commotion a steadily increasing grin on his face, he lived for the moments he got to use his gun.&nbsp; Making a dash for the door he drew his pistol, just like in the movies. He charged through the open doorway towards the commotion and then he saw them, all rotting and decayed shambling towards him, he leveled his pistol sighting at one zombie, aiming for the head you always aimed for the head, that was the first rule of shooters.<br>BANG <strong>Pistol roll: 5-2-0-1=2 Rolled 2</strong>&nbsp; The first shot hit but it was sloppy Dave felt the adrenaline pumping through his veins as the zombie went down...... BANG <strong>Pistol roll: 5-2-0-1=2 Rolled 9</strong>&nbsp; Muuuuuuch better he thought to himself as the bullet pierced the zombies forehead, that was two more down.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Handgun with 7 shots,&nbsp; Zippo, Cigarette case with 20 Djarum Blacks, Half bag of weed, Eighth of mushrooms.<br>HP 135/135 SP 89/98</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Homebrew] Survival IC: The Endless Days - Surviving the Slaughter</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Laz</strong> on <strong>29-06-2011, 11:33:40</strong>
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				Ricky - [Luck Check on Both: Fail.]<br>Atlanta - [Luck Check on Both: Fail]<br>Dave - [Luck Check on Both: Fail]<br><br>The initial wave of zombies lies dead and inanimate from obvious reason. However the 8 Zombies that were further behind have already reached the group and were dangerously close to the ones outside of the blood bar. <br><br>The remaining 2 Spitters had set their attention towards the one on the roof, firing their toxicity with utmost accuracy.<br><br>Spitter 1: Red = (Hit) + (Luck Attempt to be able to get a Headshot = Fail) the goo harmlessly slapped against Red's shoulders.<br>Spitter 2: Red = (Hit) + (Luck Attempt to be able to get a Headshot = Success) The toxic saliva was exceedingly accurate and had hit the chef right in the face, temporarily blinding the man. <br><strong>(Blinded Status for Red. Lasts for 1 post. and after that Restricted status because of the after effect which is nausea. lasts 1 post aswell. -5 to HP)</strong><br><br>While Ricky and the others were quite focused on the new zombies closing in on them, they were quite oblivious of the figure creeping up behind them from the darkness. it was quiet and slow obviously smart enough to take its time for the right moment to strike. And with one fluid motion its hind legs pushed off from the cold pavement and leaped towards the unsuspecting bouncer..<br><br>(Ricky's Agility + Luck Check to avoid it =&nbsp; Fail)<br><br>The creature took a decent chunk from Ricky's left shoulder during its mid-air pounce landing quite a few feet opposite from the bouncer. The Lone Hound, looking past its fronts legs and eyeballing Ricky with distaste. Growling with intense hatred for the man as the creature started to sprint away to the darkness leaving the group behind to deal with the remaining dead heads. It left without a moments pause but what was its motive? was it a warning? Perhaps a taunt or a challenge?<br><strong>(-10 HP for Ricky)</strong><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Homebrew] Survival IC: The Endless Days - Surviving the Slaughter</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>29-06-2011, 14:08:50</strong>
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				It's almost like a scene out of a movie. The first shot of goo misses him by inches, and while it's disturbing that it hits any part of his body, he has a moment to grin, because hey, it..."AUGH!" The gun drops out of his hands as he's hit right in the eyes, and left blinded. In his panic, the gun drops, more likely than not staying on the roof...and hopefully not accidentally discharging.<br><br>He blindly backpedals away from the edge of the roof, only several feet; part of him realizing he needs to be careful, he just wanted some distance before he lands right on his ass, desperately yanking off his shirt to use it to clean the goo out of his face. <br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Inventory and Character Status</div><div class="spoiler_body">Standard Issue Handgun (Ammo: 7/9)<br>Insulin Pump (Battery life: 17 days, insulin reservoir: 200/300 units)<br>Continuous blood glucose monitor (Battery life: 17 days)<br>Glucose Tablets (x20)<br>Three vials of Humalog (2,800 units)<br><br>Current HP/SP Status:<br>Body Points:&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;85/90<br>Stamina Points&nbsp; &nbsp; 57/62<br>Status: Tired, BLINDED<br></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Homebrew] Survival IC: The Endless Days - Surviving the Slaughter</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TanaSilver</strong> on <strong>29-06-2011, 17:18:51</strong>
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				Cassie screamed as bullets tore past her and through the door, then Atlanta charging past her knocking the door over, with Dave following behind. Her happy, safe little community had descended into hell rapidly, and Cassie spent a disorienting moment trying to regain herself. She heard voices yelling at her to get out of the bar, and she didn't need to be told twice to do that.<br><br>She ran through the open doorway, staying behind Dave and Atlanta. The sounds of gunfire and the moaning of zombies filled the air, Cassie fighting to control her panic. Running off into the night wouldn't be helpful. The hair on the back of her neck rose when she saw the hound attack Ricky, then lope off. Cassie drew her gun but refrained from firing, looking left to right rapidly.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Inventory and Character Status</div><div class="spoiler_body">Inventory:<br>Handgun, 9 bullets<br><br>Body Points: 93/93<br>Stamina Points: 66/66<br><br>Status: Well rested</div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Homebrew] Survival IC: The Endless Days - Surviving the Slaughter</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>30-06-2011, 07:06:10</strong>
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				Decision time was over and they were in the middle of zombie hell.&nbsp; Lauren pulled her gun, and then didn't know which way to go.<br><br>So, she scrambled along the peak to the end, looking down to where Ricky was entrenched.&nbsp; He seemed to be handling things...and then the damned creature spit.&nbsp; Yeah, yeah...that's how they got their names, she mused, moving over the peak and aiming at those following up, shambling along when they should be lying down and fully decomposing.&nbsp; If she could slow their arrival, maybe Red and Ricky could deal with the near.<br><br>(dif. 5 -pistols 1 - dexterity1 = <strong>3</strong>&nbsp; &nbsp; 1st Shot Roll: 2&nbsp; &nbsp;2nd Shot Roll: 6)<br><br>Lauren felt her hands shake, but took her aim and fired, cussing when the creatures kept coming.&nbsp; She took a deep breath, let it part way out and aimed once more, squeezing down on the trigger, enjoying the nice whack! her bullet made.&nbsp; Feeling like she might be getting it....<br><br>She turned hearing a thump and seeing Red in some difficulty.&nbsp; "Hey...Red?"&nbsp; Scrambling like a crab, she recalls the safety and sets it on the gun before hurrying to Red to give him a hand.<br><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Inventory &amp; Character Status</div><div class="spoiler_body"> <br>Inventory<br>Handgun<br>Hamlet<br>Notebook<br>Mechanical Pencil<br>MP3 Player loaded with the best music.<br><br>HP: 147<br>Stamina:&nbsp; 178/182<br>Rested and feeling good</div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Homebrew] Survival IC: The Endless Days - Surviving the Slaughter</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>johnny5</strong> on <strong>30-06-2011, 07:45:09</strong>
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				<strong>Dave in front of the bar</strong><br><br>Dave took aim at the mass of zombies headed towards the door firing off two more shots:<br><strong>Pistol roll: 5-2-0-1=2 Rolled 4</strong><br><strong>Pistol roll: 5-2-0-1=2 Rolled 3</strong><br>Cassie was behind him and he'd be damned if he was going to let the zombies get to her, this was his chance to look all cool and heroic like and he wasn't going to blow it.<br>Two more hits, Dave grinned then realized his ammo was starting to run a little low. "Were running out of ammunition" he shouted loudly, "anyone got a plan for that?"<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Inventory and status</div><div class="spoiler_body">Handgun with 5 shots,&nbsp; Zippo, Cigarette case with 20 Djarum Blacks, Half bag of weed, Eighth of mushrooms.<br>HP 135/135 SP 85/98 Well Rested</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Homebrew] Survival IC: The Endless Days - Surviving the Slaughter</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Laz</strong> on <strong>30-06-2011, 07:50:20</strong>
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				Dave - [Luck Check on Both: Fail.]<br>Lauren - [Luck Check on Both: Fail]<br><br>Encounter Update:<br>Initial wave of zombies (6 Zombies) - <strong>All Dead</strong><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">3 - Killed by Ricky<br>2 - Killed by Dave<br>1 - Killed by Atlanta</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Second Waves of Zombies (8 Zombies) - <strong>3 Dead, 5 Left</strong><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">1 - Killed by Lauren<br>2 - Killed by Dave</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Support Wave of Zombies (4 Spitters) -&nbsp; <strong>2 Dead, 2 Left</strong><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">2 - Killed by Red</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>2 Spitters are still alive and have just blinded Red from the last action post.<br><br><strong>Total of: 5 Zombies left <span class="bbc_u">(Easy)</span> and 2 Spitters <span class="bbc_u">(Average)</span></strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Homebrew] Survival IC: The Endless Days - Surviving the Slaughter</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>30-06-2011, 08:00:49</strong>
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				Lauren moved to grab Red under the arms and pull him up the roof some, away from the edge.&nbsp; "Just stay here, Red.&nbsp; Shit." She didn't want to scare him, but she was feeling definitely out of sorts.&nbsp; She gave herself an internal pep talk and turned her focus on the job at hand.&nbsp; The undead were not going to win, dammit!<br><br>She walked back up to the ridge and used it as a brace for her hands, taking sight on the zombie heads below.<br><br>Dif. 5 -1-1-0=3&nbsp; Shot 1 Roll: 9&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>Lauren smiled as the head shattered.&nbsp; She was turning as blood-thirsty as the zombies.&nbsp; But, they'd fucked with her friends and that just wouldn't do at all!<br><br>She sighted once more.<br><br>Shot 2 Roll: 8<br><br>Her smile was a bit more grim as sounds from inside the bar broke through her concentration.&nbsp; She checked on Red, kneeling beside him, a hand to his chest to comfort him.<br><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Inventory &amp; Character Status</div><div class="spoiler_body"> <br>Inventory<br>Handgun<br>Hamlet<br>Notebook<br>Mechanical Pencil<br>MP3 Player loaded with the best music.<br><br>HP: 147<br>Stamina:&nbsp; 174/182<br>Rested and feeling pretty good</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Homebrew] Survival IC: The Endless Days - Surviving the Slaughter</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Question Mark</strong> on <strong>30-06-2011, 08:03:08</strong>
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				<strong>Ricky Mulch: Deja Vu<br>Outside the Blood Bar</strong><br><br>He saw the surviving spitters look up, turning their attention to the rooftop.&nbsp; Seconds later, the goblets of slime soared above him.&nbsp; He heard a yell and a thump.&nbsp; "RED!" he called out reflexively, turning away from the spitters, considering running up the ladder...&nbsp; No, Red and Lauren would have to handle themselves.<br><br>Ricky swung back around, lining up a shot at the two remaining spitters.&nbsp; Just like he had been trained, he gripped the pistol with two hands, steadying his arms on the garbage barrel, and held his breath...<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Shot #1: 8 - 1 - 3 - 1 = 3 ((Rolled 5, HIT!))<br>Shot #2: 8 - 1 - 3 - 1 = 3 ((Rolled 6, HIT!))</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>The first bullet took the spitter to the left of the nose, shredding the soft flesh and puncturing the brain.&nbsp; It fell to the ground, twitching.&nbsp; The second spitter collapsed, a small hole in its right cheek.&nbsp; At the same time, the bar door exploded outward; several people immediately rushed out, several of them firing their pistols.<br><br>Without warning, he felt a sharp burning pain draw etch itself into his shoulder.&nbsp; Time seemed to slow.&nbsp; He felt a heavy weight slam into his back, and the disturbing sensation of sharp teeth or claws sinking into his flesh.&nbsp; Ricky tumbled forward, knocking over and landing on top of the garbage can.&nbsp; The creature, whatever it was, flew over him and landed on the concrete between him and the Blood Bar's door.&nbsp; Ricky caught a brief glimpse, a shadowy silhouette, a deep hateful growl, and then it was gone into the night.<br><br>A flashback flickered across his mind.&nbsp; Walking into a house in Baghdad following a young boy.&nbsp; He was laughing.&nbsp; His rifle was slung at his side, forgotten at the moment.&nbsp; Ricky knelt down, spotting what looked to be a shell casing on the floor.&nbsp; Suddenly, a dog pounced at him.&nbsp; It's jaw latched onto his left shoulder, biting through his BDU and tearing at his shoulder.&nbsp; The injury had cracked the bone and partially severed a tendon.<br><br>This new wound wasn't as severe, but the memories associated with it were as painful and frightening as ever.&nbsp; With some difficulty, Ricky righted himself, leaning heavily against the wall with his good shoulder.&nbsp; He could feel his left shoulder bleeding, his flannel and shirt torn.&nbsp; Pressing his right hand on the wound, Ricky looked back at the bar patrons.<br><br><em>"We're running out of ammunition.&nbsp; Anyone got a plan for that?"</em><br><br>The bouncer looked at the young man.&nbsp; He had to stay focused.&nbsp; The Town Hall.&nbsp; The bunker.&nbsp; "Ya, I got a plan.&nbsp; We get to the Town Hall and hole up.&nbsp; All the ammo you could ever want."&nbsp; Then, up at the roof.&nbsp; "RED!&nbsp; LAUREN!&nbsp; Get down from there.&nbsp; We are <em>leaving!</em>"<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Inventory and Character Status</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Inventory:</strong><br><span class="bbc_u">POCKETS</span><br>1.) Handgun&nbsp; (with belt-clip holster) (4/9 bullets)<br>2.) 1 Extended Clip of Ammunition (13/13 rounds) (back pocket)<br>3.) Pocket sized note pad (front pocket)<br>4.) Black Pen (front pocket)<br>5.) Deck of Cards (includes Jokers) (back pocket)<br><br><strong>Current HP/SP Status:</strong><br>Body Points - 156/166<br>Stamina Points - 145/160<br>Status - Top Shape (128-160 SP)</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Homebrew] Survival IC: The Endless Days - Surviving the Slaughter</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>johnny5</strong> on <strong>30-06-2011, 08:15:12</strong>
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				<strong>Dave: Starting to get nervous</strong><br><br>"Leaving's good, I'm all for leaving"&nbsp; Johnny shouted back as he continued to keep himself between the zombies and Cassie.&nbsp; His shoulder was aching from the guns recoil, he was not used to shooting at all.&nbsp; The zombies kept shambling closer. Dave fired off two more shots:<br><br><strong>Pistol roll: 5-2-0-1=2 Rolled 4</strong><br><strong>Pistol roll: 5-2-0-1=2 Rolled 4</strong><br><br>The shots tore into the zombies faces causing them to twitch and then drop, Dave looked around not wanting to be left behind.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Inventory and Status</div><div class="spoiler_body">Handgun with 3 shots,&nbsp; Zippo, Cigarette case with 20 Djarum Blacks, Half bag of weed, Eighth of mushrooms.<br>HP 135/135 SP 81/98 Well Rested</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Homebrew] Survival IC: The Endless Days - Surviving the Slaughter</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Laz</strong> on <strong>30-06-2011, 08:41:56</strong>
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				Atlanta slowly regained his footing from his recent bull run. Well it did actually work as he saw both zombies getting knocked down from the force and seeing Dave finishing of those zombies while Atlanta regained his footing. It wasn't over however as he saw spit shooting flesh rotters aim for a man at the top of the bar, and hitting him right in the face. The situation wasn't looking too good. Atlanta would quickly aim towards those Spitters only to hear two more shots firing somewhere near him at the same time the said Spitters slowly fell down where they stood.<br><br>Atlanta would look towards the direction of the shots fired and noticing that it was the previous bouncer who killed those Spitters. Relatively glad that the bar's bouncer was quite a good shot. He heard a few more shots sounding off near him and only did Atlanta realize there were more zombies coming in, with a panicked mind he counted at least Eight. And now three lay twitching on the ground dying from recent shots by Dave and the writer Atlanta who he had heard of but never had the chance to acquaint himself with.<br><br>The Duo fired two more shots each and killed 4 more. There was only <strong>1</strong> Zombie left. which by itself wasn't really a threat anymore so the race car driver focused himself more on the task at hand, "Yes we should go. Whatever you folks decide, make it quick. I'm not staying here with those dead heads on the lose." Ignoring the last zombie assuming that one from the group will kill it for him. Its not that he was getting cocky of the situation for having only 1 zombie as a threat. No. He just didn't want to waste ammo, since he already wasted one on a window. Which was kinda stupid.<br><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Inventory and Character Status</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Inventory:</strong><br>Handgun - 7 bullets left<br>A Pack of Cigarettes<br>Pocket Knife<br>Compass<br><br><strong>Current HP/SP Status:</strong><br>Body Points - 166/166<br>Stamina Points - 154/160<br>Status - Well Rested</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Homebrew] Survival IC: The Endless Days - Surviving the Slaughter</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>30-06-2011, 11:05:19</strong>
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				Mumbled curses eventually led to a repeating of the phrase "I'm okay, I'm okay." This only happened after he had finished getting the goo off of his face and out of his eyes, which still burned. He felt like vomiting himself, but he managed to push down the sickness, and not let it control him.<br><br>He tossed his shirt to the side,&nbsp; the damned thing was soaked in the goo, and he no longer cared for it; he'd rather be shirtless, even if it is cold out tonight. He flashed the writer a sheepish smile, glad for the care she gave him, even if he felt somewhat undeserving of it. "Thanks...c'mon, we need to get going." <br><br>He was kind of happy that the fight seemed to be over, though he could hear, and then see, the lone zombie. He also was likely to be hearing gun shots elsewhere still, a reminder that the threat is not over; and if their's no more gun shots? That'd actually freak him out. But, that's neither here nor there; that lone zombie;If he wasn't feeling so shitty and afraid the recoil might make him puke, he might have taken a shot at it. Instead, he just climbs down the ladder, a bit slower about it than when he had gone up. <br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Inventory and Character Status</div><div class="spoiler_body">Standard Issue Handgun (Ammo: 7/9)<br>Insulin Pump (Battery life: 17 days, insulin reservoir: 200/300 units)<br>Continuous blood glucose monitor (Battery life: 17 days)<br>Glucose Tablets (x20)<br>Three vials of Humalog (2,800 units)<br><br>Current HP/SP Status:<br>Body Points:&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;85/90<br>Stamina Points&nbsp; &nbsp; 57/62<br>Status: Tired, Restricted<br></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Homebrew] Survival IC: The Endless Days - Surviving the Slaughter</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TanaSilver</strong> on <strong>30-06-2011, 18:57:17</strong>
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				The violence was fast and furious, and Dave didn't seem to mind that Cassie had parked herself behind him, so she kept herself in that space, gun held high and eyes alert in case another hound tried to close in from out of nowhere. Even with the zombies down, things seemed desperate for their community; the fact that there were zombies this far in at all was a very bad sign.<br><br>"Town Hall, okay!" she yelled, eager to get moving and get off the street.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Inventory and Character Status</div><div class="spoiler_body">Inventory:<br>Handgun, 9 bullets<br><br>Body Points: 93/93<br>Stamina Points: 66/66<br><br>Status: Well rested</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Homebrew] Survival IC: The Endless Days - Surviving the Slaughter</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Question Mark</strong> on <strong>01-07-2011, 00:36:33</strong>
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				<strong>Ricky Mulch: Getting the hell out of Dodge<br>Outside the Blood Bar</strong><br><br>There were three people who had made it out of the front of the bar.&nbsp; The others may have gone out the back way.&nbsp; Either way, Ricky had seen dozens, if not hundreds, of zombies from the top of the Blood Bar.&nbsp; They had to leave <em>now</em>.<br><br>He held his pistol with his left hand, his right gripping his wounded shoulder.&nbsp; Ricky gestured at the small group of people.&nbsp; "Come on, if we hug the compound wall, we should be able to avoid being surprised by any more zombies."<br><br>The bouncer turned to check on Red and Lauren.&nbsp; Red's face was covered in the remnants of a slime ball.&nbsp; His eyes looked red, and he moved as if he was about to puke.&nbsp; "Damn man," Ricky said, smiling blackly.&nbsp; "You look like shit.&nbsp; Come on, let's get the fuck outta here.&nbsp; You can lean on my good shoulder if ya need to."<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Inventory and Character Status</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Inventory:</strong><br><span class="bbc_u">POCKETS</span><br>1.) Handgun&nbsp; (with belt-clip holster) (4/9 bullets)<br>2.) 1 Extended Clip of Ammunition (13/13 rounds) (back pocket)<br>3.) Pocket sized note pad (front pocket)<br>4.) Black Pen (front pocket)<br>5.) Deck of Cards (includes Jokers) (back pocket)<br><br><strong>Current HP/SP Status:</strong><br>Body Points - 156/166<br>Stamina Points - 145/160<br>Status - Top Shape (128-160 SP)</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Homebrew] Survival IC: The Endless Days - Surviving the Slaughter</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>01-07-2011, 03:43:25</strong>
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				Lauren went down the ladder ahead of Red, making sure his feet hit rungs as he came after her.&nbsp; On the ground she nodded to Ricky, her eyes going to his bloodied shoulder.&nbsp; She gave Red a hand as he came to ground.<br><br>"I can help Red if he needs a hand.&nbsp; Ricky, why don't you keep your good arm armed, in case?&nbsp; You're a far better shot than me.&nbsp; Got any rounds left?&nbsp; I've got five in the clip."&nbsp; She had the gun in front for easier access, now.&nbsp; "Ready, Red?" she asked, feeling a little silly.&nbsp; <br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Inventory &amp; Character Status</div><div class="spoiler_body"> <br>Inventory<br>Handgun<br>Hamlet<br>Notebook<br>Mechanical Pencil<br>MP3 Player loaded with the best music.<br><br>HP: 147<br>Stamina:&nbsp; 174/182<br>Rested and feeling pretty good</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Homebrew] Survival IC: The Endless Days - Surviving the Slaughter</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Laz</strong> on <strong>01-07-2011, 07:11:29</strong>
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				Atlanta would second to that motion, "You guys lead, I'll follow" He wasn't much of a leader anyways, and he felt quite calm now that there are more of them here than actually being alone. Though his thoughts kept returning to his car. Maybe he can get out this place using that. He'll need to find an engine first though.&nbsp; Tucking the handgun at his the back, wedging it between his belt. He'll just stay in the middle of the group as they move so he wont need to be alert as much and waste more ammo. Limited shots and all.<br><br>Seeing the cook, who Atlanta have seen on most occasions as he was a regular at the bar, looking like shit gave the Racer the feeling of dread. No way in hell was he, a professional race driver gonna die like this in a godforsaken place like this. If needed he'll just find the engine where it is stored in the town hall and take off without them. He wasn't going to be dragged along to be killed with these people but for now he needed them. So he'll just tag along. <br><br>He kept his hand on the back of his waist, ready to pull out the gun if necessary, but he will refrain from using it as much to use in an emergency should he find himself all alone. Which might happen since he might go off on his own and look for that engine. He might drag Dave to go with him too, that shit is heavy. Walking towards Dave and leaning towards his ear discreetly "Now where is that engine?" <br><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Inventory and Character Status</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Inventory:</strong><br>Handgun - 7 bullets left<br>A Pack of Cigarettes<br>Pocket Knife<br>Compass<br><br><strong>Current HP/SP Status:</strong><br>Body Points - 166/166<br>Stamina Points - 154/160<br>Status - Well Rested</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Homebrew] Survival IC: The Endless Days - Surviving the Slaughter</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>johnny5</strong> on <strong>01-07-2011, 07:35:00</strong>
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				Dave whispered back "It's in one of the storage rooms, I can find it if we can get past the door". Dave took hold of Cassie's hand, "Yep town hall it is" Stick with us and you should be ok"<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Inventory and status</div><div class="spoiler_body">Handgun with 3 shots,&nbsp; Zippo, Cigarette case with 20 Djarum Blacks, Half bag of weed, Eighth of mushrooms.<br>HP 135/135 SP 81/98 Well Rested</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Homebrew] Survival IC: The Endless Days - Surviving the Slaughter</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>01-07-2011, 08:20:17</strong>
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				"I'll be fine." he said with a casual shrug of his shoulders, the stoic, metaphorical mask he always wears sliding back into its place now that they weren't directly being assaulted by the undead. He would walk along with the others,&nbsp; sticking to the middle but off to the side of Atlanta. He keeps his gun in his right hand, safety off; though unmentioned before, he would have grabbed it before he left the roof.<br><br>"Just keep focused on our surroundings...even when we're up and <em>in</em> the hall." His words are meant for all, although he seemed to be directing them towards the writer woman who had assisted him in getting down from the roof. Considering they had penetrated the town's walls, it seemed to Red that, even though the Town Hall and the area around it were even better defended, the motte to the town's bailey, their could be danger waiting for them there. <br><br>As they traveled along, he would mostly be listening; hearing was probably, strangely enough for a vision oriented being, his most well-developed sense. In this particular instance, he was applying it to Atlanta and Dave's hushed conversation; under most circumstances, he probably wouldn't care, but he was still in 'high alert' mode, and that meant that even innocuous things would be treated carefully. <br><br><sup>(Rolled 5, needed 5 or greater)</sup> He picked up a few snippets, but not the entire conversation. Why were they talking about engines? He frowns a bit, eyes darting around. <br><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Inventory and Character Status</div><div class="spoiler_body">Standard Issue Handgun (Ammo: 7/9)<br>Insulin Pump (Battery life: 17 days, insulin reservoir: 199/300 units)<br>Continuous blood glucose monitor (Battery life: 17 days)<br>Glucose Tablets (x20)<br>Three vials of Humalog (2,800 units)<br><br>Current HP/SP Status:<br>Body Points:&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;85/90<br>Stamina Points&nbsp; &nbsp; 57/62<br>Status: Tired<br></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Homebrew] Survival IC: The Endless Days - Surviving the Slaughter</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Laz</strong> on <strong>01-07-2011, 09:03:56</strong>
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				(Luck Check for HangedMan = Fail.)<br><br>As the party moves toward their destination, keeping well away from the streets, the walk would be slow yet quite uneventful until they would close in on the street leading up to the Town Square (No. 5). They will be atleast a few feet away from that when they will hear an alarming sound.<br><br>A low growl would shriek with menace as the group pushed forward. And suddenly everything came to a halt. The sound of gunfire ceased, The screams and agonies of the dying silenced, there was nothing. Only a few low moans and grunts from nearby zombies wandering around the dead littered streets. And a barely audible growl could be noticed amidst the silence and it was coming somewhere infront of them, between the dozens of residential houses, as they moved closer to the town hall. It was now currently a life or death situation, they were alone now, and there was nothing they could do to defend themselves against a horde of zombies should these flesh eaters find them. If they was constricted by a Spitter, or shredded by a Grotesque, there was nothing to prevent it from happening. <br><br>There it came. The growl became louder and clearer. A hound came into view seemingly oblivious to the survivors and was too busy munching on a corpse to even notice them. The thing was easy to distinguish along the elongated street splattered with brains and blood. The thing stood directly in-front of the group as they hugged the wall which is only a few feet away from the street. But they were fortunate that the darkness of the night were hiding them from the creatures view. But barely. Its stance was menacing, as it arched its back and rocked its claws by its rotting sides. This was no simple hound, it was standing on both legs and a collection of shredded clothes was covering most of the thing's head and torso as though they were trophies. The Alpha hounds had the tendency to be quite materialistic. Perhaps a human trait that was passed on into the mutated genes. Its beady, yellowed eyes shot down the street and the surroundings like headlights, searching for movement.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Homebrew] Survival IC: The Endless Days - Surviving the Slaughter</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>02-07-2011, 08:00:55</strong>
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				Lauren nodded to Red, glad he wasn't more severly injured.&nbsp; She glanced around as the people pressed together.&nbsp; She hated close quarters among people, shifting a little towards the outer edge where she wasn't in the middle of the press.&nbsp; Lauren eased the gun from her waistband and walked with it in her hand, pointed to the ground, safety on.<br><br>When the shrieking growl split the air, Lauren halted as did the rest of the group.&nbsp; She barely breathed, listening, trying to figure out what it was.&nbsp; And, then she noticed that the air was void of sound.&nbsp; She turned to look for Ricky, Red, her eyes questioning.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Inventory &amp; Character Status</div><div class="spoiler_body"> <br>Inventory<br>Handgun<br>Hamlet<br>Notebook<br>Mechanical Pencil<br>MP3 Player loaded with the best music.<br><br>HP: 147<br>Stamina:&nbsp; 174/182<br>Rested and feeling pretty good</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Homebrew] Survival IC: The Endless Days - Surviving the Slaughter</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Question Mark</strong> on <strong>02-07-2011, 09:27:45</strong>
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				<strong>Ricky Mulch: We don't have time for this<br>Just outside Town Square</strong><br><br>The retreat along the compound wall was blessedly uneventful.&nbsp; The gunfire from around town was still sporadic and scattered, meaning no one had been able to organize and mount a large scale defense and counterattack.&nbsp; That knowledge only made Ricky move even faster.&nbsp; The Town Hall, as he saw it, was their only hope.<br><br>They reached the end of the wall at the road leading into the town square.&nbsp; As they scurried up the path, hugging the shadows and building, Ricky gestured to the west with his pistol.&nbsp; "Almost there guys, just--"<br><br>His voice cut off mid-sentence.&nbsp; Ricky paused and stood straight, eyes scanning his surroundings, ears perked.&nbsp; The gunfire had stopped.&nbsp; The shouting had stopped.&nbsp; What the fuck could have done that?<br><br>Sudden movement caught his eye.&nbsp; He spun around, instantly spotting the Alpha hound in the middle of the square.&nbsp; He had heard of the strange, elongated zombies before.&nbsp; He knew they were tough and fast, smarter than normal but not as much as a thinker.&nbsp; He also knew they could bleed just as easily as anyone else.<br><br>"I got this," Ricky whispered.&nbsp; He steadied himself on the wall, wincing as he applied pressure to his wounded shoulder.&nbsp; Fortunately, the pain was nowhere near enough to distract him from his shooting.<br><br>As if it had heard Ricky speak, the Alpha hound looked up from its macabre meal and peered into the shadows where the survivors were hidden.&nbsp; It's head tilted to the side, took one step forward...<br><br>Ricky pulled the trigger on his pistol, twice.&nbsp; The first shot was aimed at the Alpha hounds head, the second at its chest.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Shot #1: Rolled a 7<br>Shot #2: Rolled a 10</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Inventory and Character Status</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Inventory:</strong><br><span class="bbc_u">POCKETS</span><br>1.) Handgun&nbsp; (with belt-clip holster) (2/9 bullets)<br>2.) 1 Extended Clip of Ammunition (13/13 rounds) (back pocket)<br>3.) Pocket sized note pad (front pocket)<br>4.) Black Pen (front pocket)<br>5.) Deck of Cards (includes Jokers) (back pocket)<br><br><strong>Current HP/SP Status:</strong><br>Body Points - 156/166<br>Stamina Points - 141/160<br>Status - Top Shape (128-160 SP)</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Homebrew] Survival IC: The Endless Days - Surviving the Slaughter</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Laz</strong> on <strong>02-07-2011, 12:08:09</strong>
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				The group chose engaging the beast rather than sneaking past. The two shots hit the creature right where they were aimed. Yet the Alpha howled ferociously, its full attention towards the shooter. One of its eyes oozing with blood where one of the bullet had hit it. Its good eye stared at the shooter with a menacing growl. The bullets did not faze it and the thing slowly shifted itself to turn towards the group, it was preparing to charge. Unfortunately now that its attention was on them, the difficulty of hitting this thing would not be so easy like the last time.<br><br>(<strong>Difficulty</strong>: Hard) (<strong>Current HP</strong>: 3/5)
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Homebrew] Survival IC: The Endless Days - Surviving the Slaughter</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>02-07-2011, 16:43:13</strong>
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				He bites back a curse word as he hears the growl; <em>ohfuckohfucknotgood, badsounds</em> his thoughts hammer away in his head. He watched Ricky as he moved forward to try and take out the threat, Red moving to get closer to him and see just what it was.<br><br>He heard the twin shots go off from the bouncers handgun, and...the zombie didn't die. It just got pissed off.&nbsp; Sneakery no longer being an option (He'd be glaring at Ricky right now, if their wasn't something more pressing to do), Red brought up his handgun, and fired off two shots at it as well. He might not have any genuine experience with a pistol before tonight, but hopefully...<br><br>(9 and 1 rolled, need 10), his first shot just narrowly missed hitting the damn creature; it might have whizzed uncomfortably closed, or just grazed it, but it certainly didn't find its mark, the creatures head. The second shot...well, some might accuse Red of not even aiming on that one. The creature not only moved out of the way, but the chef didn't factor in the recoil from the gun throwing off his aim as well. Even before the shot goes off, one could tell it was going to miss, the bullet heading off and probably burying itself into the wall of one of the buildings further in.<br><br>Fuck. <br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Inventory and Character Status</div><div class="spoiler_body">Standard Issue Handgun (Ammo: 3/9)<br>Insulin Pump (Battery life: 17 days, insulin reservoir: 199/300 units)<br>Continuous blood glucose monitor (Battery life: 17 days)<br>Glucose Tablets (x20)<br>Three vials of Humalog (2,800 units)<br><br>Current HP/SP Status:<br>Body Points:&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;85/90<br>Stamina Points&nbsp; &nbsp; 57/62<br>Status: Tired<br></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Homebrew] Survival IC: The Endless Days - Surviving the Slaughter</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>02-07-2011, 18:43:36</strong>
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				The gunshots surprised her.&nbsp; Lauren then saw Ricky...holding his gun.&nbsp; But, now their presence was announced to all around--not that the small battle from the bar hadn't caught the attention of the undead; now they knew exactly where food was.&nbsp; She swallowed roughly and jerked at the next set of shots.&nbsp; Well, her new favorite word was CRAP. They were in it up to their ears and it sounded better to say than SHIT.<br><br>"Shit," Lauren whispered, looking behind; were they being tracked or baited by the one zombie out in the open?&nbsp; They weren't supposed to be deep thinkers, but if birds could do it, she imagined a zombie might be able to formulate a distraction.&nbsp; She shifted amongst the people towards the tail.&nbsp; If she went down, at least she'd have a gun in her hand...<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Inventory &amp; Character Status</div><div class="spoiler_body"> <br>Inventory<br>Handgun<br>Hamlet<br>Notebook<br>Mechanical Pencil<br>MP3 Player loaded with the best music.<br><br>HP: 147<br>Stamina:&nbsp; 174/182<br>Rested and feeling pretty good</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Homebrew] Survival IC: The Endless Days - Surviving the Slaughter</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>johnny5</strong> on <strong>02-07-2011, 19:54:45</strong>
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				"Shit Shit Shit"&nbsp; Dave cursed as he brought his gun to bear on the hound, trying to draw a bead on the things head.&nbsp; <br><strong>Pistol roll: 12-2-0-1=9 Rolled 6</strong><br><strong>Pistol roll: 12-2-0-1=9 Rolled 6</strong><br><br>The bullets whizzed past the Zombies head, Dave's heart was pounding like a jackhammer, he only had one bullet left.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Inventory and status</div><div class="spoiler_body">Handgun with 1/9 shots,&nbsp; Zippo, Cigarette case with 20 Djarum Blacks, Half bag of weed, Eighth of mushrooms.<br>HP 135/135 SP 77/98 Well Rested</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Homebrew] Survival IC: The Endless Days - Surviving the Slaughter</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Question Mark</strong> on <strong>02-07-2011, 20:45:36</strong>
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				<strong>Ricky Mulch: Are you kidding me?<br>Just outside the Town Square</strong><br><br>The Alpha hound took both his bullets, his frame jerking slightly from the impact.&nbsp; And then it glared at him, its one remaining eye a gleaming orb of hate.&nbsp; Something deep inside of Ricky fainted and crapped its pants at that look.<br><br>Hands shaking slightly, the bouncer brought his weapon back up, intent on finishing the resilient Alpha hound off.&nbsp; As the small group unleashed a hail of gunfire at the creature, Ricky aimed.&nbsp; He didn't have to lead the target: it was moving right at him.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Shot #3: 12 - 1 - 3 - 1 = 7 ((Rolled 2, no joy))<br>Shot #4: 12 - 1 - 3 - 1 = 7 ((Rolled 9, HIT!))</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>His first shot was a clean miss.&nbsp; Ricky bit back a swear.&nbsp; Focus.&nbsp; Need to focus, eventhoughthatthingisalmost--&nbsp; <em>FOCUS!</em><br><br>It paid off.&nbsp; The second bullet took the Alpha hound in the front leg.&nbsp; Ricky hoped that would at least slow it down.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Inventory and Character Status</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Inventory:</strong><br><span class="bbc_u">POCKETS</span><br>1.) Handgun&nbsp; (with belt-clip holster) (0/9 bullets)<br>2.) 1 Extended Clip of Ammunition (13/13 rounds) (back pocket)<br>3.) Pocket sized note pad (front pocket)<br>4.) Black Pen (front pocket)<br>5.) Deck of Cards (includes Jokers) (back pocket)<br><br><strong>Current HP/SP Status:</strong><br>Body Points - 156/166<br>Stamina Points - 137/160<br>Status - Top Shape (128-160 SP)</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Homebrew] Survival IC: The Endless Days - Surviving the Slaughter</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Laz</strong> on <strong>02-07-2011, 21:41:40</strong>
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				Its charge was interrupted from that latest bullet, the Alpha howled hysterically as it sank onto its haunches and leapt from its current spot and landed on a roof of a nearby building. Its powerful misshapen legs pounded against the brick tiled roof simulating anger and irritation. With a moments pause, it pushed off its hind legs and directed itself towards the group, landing a few feet closer to them. After its second hurdle, it started yet another charge, this time directed at a female. Lauren. Its momentum built rapidly, as the group never saw it coming. <br><br>(Luck + Dex check for Lauren to Avoid = Fail) (-10HP for Lauren)<br><br>Lauren was tackled with such force, it would felt like a train had hit her, smashing her against the compound wall. The Alpha roared with a mixture of triumph and anger. Its vicious blood drenched fangs coated into view as the creature stared at its prey. Surprisingly it quickly reared itself back and placed itself a few feet away from the group. it was smart enough not to let itself be surrounded. Such highly advanced trait for a dead creature to display a grasping knowledge of the concept of hit and run. but this was nothing compared to what the group will see behind it. something far worse than the Alpha itself.<br><br>Standing a few feet away from the Alpha was a creature definitely known for its notoriety. It had already seen them, and its purpose was clear. Practically a beacon of the dead, the Siren was about to unleash its bone chilling shriek that would make the fearless know the meaning of the word fear.<br><br>Siren Description:<br>(http://i1221.photobucket.com/albums/dd471/Unbounds/zombie.jpg)<br><br>Alpha <strong>[Hard]</strong> HP : 2/5<br>Siren <strong>[Impossible]</strong> HP: 1/1<br><br><strong>Should the party choose to disable the Siren before it screams, Note this:</strong><br>Limited Attempt: To decrease the difficulty value of the Siren, one person must Roll a <strong>(Hard+Con+Concentration)</strong> should it succeed, Siren's Difficulty would decrease to <strong>Average</strong>. This attempt can only be directed at the siren and the one doing the concentration attempt will be the one to shoot it aswell.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Homebrew] Survival IC: The Endless Days - Surviving the Slaughter</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Question Mark</strong> on <strong>02-07-2011, 23:35:27</strong>
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				<strong>Ricky Mulch: When it rains it pours<br>Outside of the Town Square</strong><br><br>The appearance of the siren complicated things immensely.&nbsp; Ricky immediately shifted his aim to the grotesque creature, knowing this next shot would be next to impossible.&nbsp; He pulled the trigger...<br><br><em>click</em><br><br>"Shit!" he shouted, a combination of his empty clip and the Alpha hound suddenly slamming into Lauren.&nbsp; Ricky tried to swing a punch at it, but the beast was already gone, bounding away into the street.&nbsp; It eyed the group with alarming intelligence.<br><br><em>Focus.&nbsp; Need to FOCUS.</em><br><br>Ricky took a deep breath, ejecting the spent clip and sliding his extra one into place.&nbsp; <em>Focus man, focus.</em><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Focus Attempt: 12 - 3 - 2 - 1 = 6&nbsp; ((Rolled 1, no joy))</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>But the silence of the compound was too oppressive, the Alpha hound too close and that intelligent gleam in its eyes too fucking scary.&nbsp; Ricky's hands began to shake slightly.&nbsp; No more time to collect himself, it was time to act.<br><br>He swung his aim back at the Alpha and fired.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Shot #5: 12 - 1 - 3 - 1 = 7&nbsp; ((Rolled 7, HIT!))</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>The bullet took the... <em>thing</em> in the jaw.&nbsp; It blew a hole through the cheek; he could see white bone and gristle in the gaping wound.&nbsp; But it was still standing.&nbsp; <em>Damnit!&nbsp; Still, that thing has to be on its last legs by now.</em><br><br>Ricky turned to face the other survivors.&nbsp; "Take Lauren, the Town Hall is just around the corner of that building.&nbsp; I still have 12 bullets, I'll finish off these guys.&nbsp; Don't lock me out!"<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Inventory and Character Status</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Inventory:</strong><br><span class="bbc_u">POCKETS</span><br>1.) Handgun&nbsp; (with belt-clip holster) (12/13 bullets)<br>2.) Pocket sized note pad (front pocket)<br>3.) Black Pen (front pocket)<br>4.) Deck of Cards (includes Jokers) (back pocket)<br>5.) Spent Clip (0/9 bullets) (back pocket)<br><br><strong>Current HP/SP Status:</strong><br>Body Points - 156/166<br>Stamina Points - 130/160<br>Status - Top Shape (128-160 SP)</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Homebrew] Survival IC: The Endless Days - Surviving the Slaughter</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TanaSilver</strong> on <strong>03-07-2011, 00:17:36</strong>
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				Cassie screamed as the hound bounded into their ranks and slammed into Lauren. Cassie staggered away, leaning back against the wall and staring in fear at the thing as it leapt back, appearing to prepare itself for another launch. The appearance of the siren seemed to spell the end for them.<br><br>She reached behind herself and pulled out her gun, her hand trembling as she started to pull the trigger, aiming at the hound. Cassie was out of her mind with fear, her nervous system taking over.<br><br>[12-2-2-1=7: Rolled 2 and 9]<br><br>The first bullet went wide, while her second tore off part of the Alpha's skull.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Inventory and Character Status</div><div class="spoiler_body">Inventory:<br>Handgun, 7 bullets<br><br>Body Points: 93/93<br>Stamina Points: 66/64<br><br>Status: Top shape</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Homebrew] Survival IC: The Endless Days - Surviving the Slaughter</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>03-07-2011, 02:03:50</strong>
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				<strong>Lauren on the Road...really</strong><br><br>One second she's looking behind for trouble and the next instant she's knocked to the wall by an unseen and unheard train.&nbsp; The air flew from her lungs in one grunt and Lauren stared death in the eye.&nbsp; Her gun was knocked from her hand to skitter along the ground and the only thought she had was 'I'm glad I put the safety on.'&nbsp; She closed her eyes, not wanting to see what was going to happen next and then the thing, the Hound, moved off and she fell to the ground.&nbsp; Air slowly came back into her lungs and she managed one word..."MOTHERFUCKER!"&nbsp; but, it wasn't much more than a gasp.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Stats and Inventory</div><div class="spoiler_body">Inventory<br>Handgun<br>Hamlet<br>Notebook<br>Mechanical Pencil<br>MP3 Player loaded with the best music.<br><br>HP: 137/147<br>Stamina:&nbsp; 174/182<br>Feeling:&nbsp; Like a train ran over her...</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Homebrew] Survival IC: The Endless Days - Surviving the Slaughter</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Laz</strong> on <strong>03-07-2011, 04:21:17</strong>
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				With an ear splitting and spine raking scream, the Siren unleashed its beacon and signaled every zombie nearby to it location. It was as loud as a fog horn and it was clear as the moon lit sky raining down its eery light onto the survivors. The message has been passed on, and any moment and every zombie that had heard it will be mowing their way towards the group. there was no time to waste. The Siren burst into flames as the last notes of its shrieking orchestra finally subsided, it had done its job.<br><br>It was as though, like waves rippling across the sea, a pulsing horror-filled wave of the undead had hit the street, and they moved on just as quickly, a rolling wave of death. The terrifying moans of a hundred zombies were getting louder with each second the group took. Soon the massive horde of hell's fury came into view. Their fronts were covered in splattered, dripping fresh blood from their mouths and some from their eyes. They tore at the nearby corpses seeming to slow them down before turning their attention towards the group. They were swarming over the corpses like flies to a carcass while some had notice the group and were gazing up towards the survivors with maddened expressions. A few ignored the body littered streets and continued on towards the survivors as they tried to reach out while extending their undead arms, Now the ones distracted from the littered bodies had enjoyed their meals and continued to follow suite towards a much fresher meal. the survivors. <br><br>[Luck check for all previous attempts: Fail]<br>The Alpha had taken two more blows from two different assailants although it tried to evade and had avoided some shots but it wasn't fast enough to avoid the last two bullets that ended its ungodly existence. It shrieked with pain as its body continued to jerk wildly until all but a single weak grunt came out of the lifeless body and it was dead. But there was no time to waste, the zombies were closing and they had nowhere to run, every alley was blocked with the piling dead and they were being pushed backward into the town square. and if one would notice, further back from the tidal wave of incoming zombies, was a lone undead figure standing in the middle of the street. This thing would strike familiarity to one person. Ricky. It was holding a Sniper rifle while it rested on its rotting shoulders. That thing was actually surveying the scene like an observer.. like it was some sick movie and the survivors was its entertainment.<br><br>The road leading up to the Town Hall was clear, a straight sprint, but should one reach it they would only receive worst news. The Town Hall entrance was barred shut by a steel reinforced door, a security console (Average) beeped beside it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Homebrew] Survival IC: The Endless Days - Surviving the Slaughter</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Question Mark</strong> on <strong>03-07-2011, 21:53:09</strong>
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				<strong>Ricky Mulch: Too late<br>Just outside the Town Square</strong><br><br>One woman had just blown the Alpha hound's head off.&nbsp; Good for him, that meant he'd have even more ammo.<br><br>Ricky was crouching down and getting his good shoulder under Lauren when the siren shrieked.&nbsp; Well, now they had no more reason to be standing around in the middle of the street.&nbsp; He grabbed Lauren's pistol and handed it to her.&nbsp; "You'll probably need this.&nbsp; Can you walk?&nbsp; We--"<br><br>He had lifted Lauren up and was in the process of turning towards the Town Hall when he caught sight of the sniper.&nbsp; He stopped midsentence, surprised.&nbsp; It was just standing there, watching.&nbsp; Watching.&nbsp; That thoroughly creeped him out.&nbsp; If he wasn't hurrying already, he was now.<br><br>"Guys, let's go, <em>now!</em>" Ricky shouted, already making his way to the Town Hall, Lauren in tow if she couldn't walk well.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Inventory and Character Status</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Inventory:</strong><br><span class="bbc_u">POCKETS</span><br>1.) Handgun&nbsp; (with belt-clip holster) (12/13 bullets)<br>2.) Pocket sized note pad (front pocket)<br>3.) Black Pen (front pocket)<br>4.) Deck of Cards (includes Jokers) (back pocket)<br>5.) Spent Clip (0/9 bullets) (back pocket)<br><br><strong>Current HP/SP Status:</strong><br>Body Points - 156/166<br>Stamina Points - 130/160<br>Status - Top Shape (128-160 SP)</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Homebrew] Survival IC: The Endless Days - Surviving the Slaughter</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TanaSilver</strong> on <strong>03-07-2011, 22:26:01</strong>
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				Cassie had never been in the shit this deep before, her hand shaking so badly she was afraid she would drop her gun. Ricky's voice galvanized her, though, and she hurried along toward the Town Hall.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Inventory and Character Status</div><div class="spoiler_body">Inventory:<br>Handgun, 7 bullets<br><br>Body Points: 93/93<br>Stamina Points: 66/64<br><br>Status: Top shape</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Homebrew] Survival IC: The Endless Days - Surviving the Slaughter</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>03-07-2011, 22:36:28</strong>
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				Two missed shots from Red joined in the hail of bullets aimed at the Alpha; unfortunately, his distinct lack of training was coming to bite him in the ass, or so it seems.<br><br>He was frozen in place when he heard the siren, the screeching, keening wail making him just freeze up and clamp his hands over his ears; still holding the gun means he, unthinkingly, ends up with the side of the gun pressed against his ear, trying to drown out the sound that was, at least for him, physically painful.<br><br>Oh shit. That sound was no good. They were dead. <em>They were dead.</em> <strong>Dead</strong>. He was so sure of that now, and for a moment, he considers using that last bullet of his on himself. Better to just end it now painlessly, than let those bastards rip him apart...but... maybe they still had a chance.<br><br>Unfortunately, Red found another reason to hate himself; could he not help anyone? Ricky was already moving to aid Lauren, since the sound had essentially paralyzed him. Glumly, he ends up moving, opting to move into the front of the group, alongside Cassie. He wasn't heading towards the Town Square (5), but was, instead, cutting through between the two buildings that were in between them and the Town Hall. "Quicker this way! Hurry." He'd exclaim as he deviated from the road. <br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Inventory and Character Status</div><div class="spoiler_body">Standard Issue Handgun (Ammo: 1/9)<br>Insulin Pump (Battery life: 17 days, insulin reservoir: 199/300 units)<br>Continuous blood glucose monitor (Battery life: 17 days)<br>Glucose Tablets (x20)<br>Three vials of Humalog (2,800 units)<br><br>Current HP/SP Status:<br>Body Points:&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;85/90<br>Stamina Points&nbsp; &nbsp; 57/62<br>Status: Tired<br></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Homebrew] Survival IC: The Endless Days - Surviving the Slaughter</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>04-07-2011, 01:41:19</strong>
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				"Umm...thanks," Lauren managed as Ricky hauled her up.&nbsp; She looked at his wound and stiffened her own spine.&nbsp; If he could keep on while bleeding, she should just suck it up and manage on her own, too.&nbsp; Checking things out, her skin seemed whole.&nbsp; She took her gun back, checked it over and was about to tuck it into her waistband when the thing shrieked.&nbsp; It made the little howl from earlier seem like child's play.&nbsp; She refused to look at the screamer.&nbsp; Some ancient instinct was in flight mode, fortunately too many shocks to the system over the years and panic seemed to have been removed from her DNA.&nbsp; Lauren counted heads, saw Red up front and Cassie...people from the bar seemed all to be here and be upright.<br><br>She moved hurriedly after Ricky.&nbsp; When Red suggested the detour she looked up to see the lone creature standing, gun in hand.&nbsp; Well, maybe panic wasn't completely removed from her DNA.&nbsp; There was a little there and she broke out in a cold sweat.&nbsp; As someone moved the wrong way, she grabbed them by the back of their shirt and hauled them to the left, following Red's lead.&nbsp; Roads were made for ambushes...hopefully this would skirt that potential.&nbsp; She glanced up at the roofs of the buildings, checking for shadows that shouldn't be there, her finger moving into the triggerguard.<br><br>"You know, this is totally messed-up," she muttered.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Stats and Inventory</div><div class="spoiler_body">Inventory<br>Handgun<br>Hamlet<br>Notebook<br>Mechanical Pencil<br>MP3 Player loaded with the best music.<br><br>HP: 137/147<br>Stamina:&nbsp; 174/182<br>Feeling:&nbsp; Like a train ran over her...</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Homebrew] Survival IC: The Endless Days - Surviving the Slaughter</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>johnny5</strong> on <strong>04-07-2011, 02:24:29</strong>
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				Dave just stared in dismay as the banshee scream echoed though the camp. His horror mounted as he realized what was about to happen as he saw the tide of undead breaking towards their position. He'd heard stories but he'd never seen it this bad they had to get into the town hall it was their only hope. He gave up a desperate prayer to whatever god might be handy that the security code he'd been give for "business" purposes hadn't been changed. "Right behind you buddy" Dave said evenly as he tried to fight his growing fear. <br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Invtory and status</div><div class="spoiler_body">Handgun with1/9 shots, Zippo, Cigarette case with 20 Djarum Blacks, Half bag of weed, Eighth of mushrooms. <br>HP 135/135 SP 77/98 Well Rested</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Homebrew] Survival IC: The Endless Days - Surviving the Slaughter</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Question Mark</strong> on <strong>04-07-2011, 10:50:02</strong>
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				<strong>Ricky Mulch: Dead man walking<br>Outside of the Town Hall</strong><br><br><em>"Quicker this way! Hurry."</em><br><br>Ricky paused, his vision bouncing between the watcher in the square and the dark, narrow alleyway.&nbsp; Creepy zombie sniper or choked, black alleyway.&nbsp; Not the best options.&nbsp; Ricky might have paused to consider his possible routes, but the watcher was still there.... watching.<br><br>"Alley it is," Ricky said out loud, turning and running between the two buildings.&nbsp; He muscled his way through a rough hedge, ignoring the scratches and scrapes its branches inflicted.&nbsp; The burning in his shoulder was numbing, his endorphins muting the pain of torn skin and strained muscle.<br><br>He came out in a small yard dominated by a large tree.&nbsp; The watcher was blessedly obscured by the thick trunk and low-hanging branches.&nbsp; The hairs on the back of his neck pricked nonetheless.&nbsp; Ricky felt that despite the tree, that watcher was still there... watching.&nbsp; <em>So what, a zombie too stupid to chase dinner.&nbsp; Why am I so creeped out by this?&nbsp; Come on, FOCUS!</em><br><br>Ricky peeled his eyes from the tree.&nbsp; The yard was triangular, caught between the two alleyway buildings and the southern wall of the Town Hall.&nbsp; He saw part of the Town Square in front of the Hall's entrance.&nbsp; "Nice idea Red," he said.&nbsp; "This way!"<br><br>He ran out into the square, hugging the Town Hall's wall.&nbsp; The square was still mostly empty, but the few stragglers wandering around indicated that the main horde was soon to follow.&nbsp; And the watcher was still there, staring dumbly, rifle on its shoulder.&nbsp; What a motherfucker.<br><br>With some difficulty, Ricky turned his back to the watcher, taking in the door to the bunker.&nbsp; He saw...<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Inventory and Character Status</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Inventory:</strong><br><span class="bbc_u">POCKETS</span><br>1.) Handgun&nbsp; (with belt-clip holster) (12/13 bullets)<br>2.) Pocket sized note pad (front pocket)<br>3.) Black Pen (front pocket)<br>4.) Deck of Cards (includes Jokers) (back pocket)<br>5.) Spent Clip (0/9 bullets) (back pocket)<br><br><strong>Current HP/SP Status:</strong><br>Body Points - 156/166<br>Stamina Points - 130/160<br>Status - Top Shape (128-160 SP)</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Homebrew] Survival IC: The Endless Days - Surviving the Slaughter</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Laz</strong> on <strong>04-07-2011, 13:18:58</strong>
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				The night was cool, colder than what it was during the middle of the night. A soft breeze had been blowing for about an hour as the group made there way towards the alley, and coming out to a solitary street lamp that gave what little it could to illuminate the town hall and the square. Seconds turned into minutes as life ticked by on what seems like ages. They were slow but the Zombies were on their tail. the shuffling of a hundred feet was like the thunderclap of the inevitable. The shuffling grew louder, followed by low, torturous moans that would send shivers down anyone's spine. They had to move fast. Upon reaching the bloodied steps of the once proud and well built town hall, they would be barred from its safety for it was locked and sealed by a reinforced door that even a tank shell could hardly dent. Only way to get in there was someone who could actually know the code to the security console beside it or somehow by pass it.<br><br>Door Options (Changing the Hacking difficultly "below"):<br><strong>Average</strong>+<strong>Gather Information</strong>+<strong>Charisma</strong> = if you roll a successful check. Your character would have known the code to the security doors. and get to open without hacking. (your choice of freedom on how, an ex government employee, hacked the government database beforehand, etc.) <br><br><strong>Difficult</strong>+<strong>Computer Use</strong>+<strong>Int</strong>&nbsp; = if you roll a successful check. Your character will be able to hack it and succeed.<br><br>The sound of flesh being torn from bone and of chewing will snap the group back to their predicament. The situation's sense of urgency is great, and the more time they waste opening the door, the more time, the horde will reach them in moments notice. The first few undead are well distracted by the dozen of littered corpse spread through out the town square, but the later ones are heading towards the surviving group in earnest. Good news is, The group's agonizing death was delayed by a matter of minutes. Behind the sea of rotting dead, was the unusual figure that had stood their watching the entire scene. It was clearly not human, judging by the tattered clothes and a few flesh and bone hanging from view of its grotesque frame. as though that thing knew it was the already the end, the survivors were trapped, outnumbered and alone nothing was gonna save them. As if its entertainment was over like it was imagining that the credits for a movie was now being rolled out. Without moving the rifle from its shoulder, the thing turned around and walked away. somewhat portraying to anyone smart enough to notice that its job was done. It won.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Homebrew] Survival IC: The Endless Days - Surviving the Slaughter</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Laz</strong> on <strong>04-07-2011, 13:26:13</strong>
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				From all the things that had Transpired, Atlanta left the situation to the group keeping himself well behind the actual front line. Saving up his strength, his stamina and his bullets and most importantly his Sanity. How many times have he opted to take out his gun and take a crack at the Alpha or the Siren even. but he kept his mind concentrated on that engine inside the Town Hall which in turn stayed his hand from doing anything. He can get out of this Godforsaken hole, once he has it. and it will be sweet freedom. He kept himself in the middle of the line as they pushed forward into the alley, he wasn't gonna be left behind or be dumb enough to lead the line and end up meeting a zombie on a first name basis.<br><br>"We gotta move..."<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Inventory and Character Status</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Inventory:</strong><br>Handgun - 7 bullets left<br>A Pack of Cigarettes<br>Pocket Knife<br>Compass<br><br><strong>Current HP/SP Status:</strong><br>Body Points - 166/166<br>Stamina Points - 154/160<br>Status - Well Rested</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Homebrew] Survival IC: The Endless Days - Surviving the Slaughter</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TanaSilver</strong> on <strong>04-07-2011, 19:34:29</strong>
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				[Knowing the door code: 8-0-2-1=5, rolled 1]<br><br>Cassie moved along fast, keeping up with the group, reaching the imposing door out of breath. She spotted the keypad and wracked her brain for a memory of the code; had she ever observed anyone punching it in? In her panic, she could barely remember her own name, let alone a numeric combination, if she had ever known it in the first place.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Inventory and Character Status</div><div class="spoiler_body">Inventory:<br>Handgun, 7 bullets<br><br>Body Points: 93/93<br>Stamina Points: 66/64<br><br>Status: Top shape</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Homebrew] Survival IC: The Endless Days - Surviving the Slaughter</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>johnny5</strong> on <strong>04-07-2011, 20:00:53</strong>
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				Dave catapulted himself at the keypad desperately pounding in the access code, it had to work.......<br><br><strong>(Dave's computer use roll: 10-3-3-1=3 rolled: 2)</strong><br><br>"FUCK" Dave swore loudly as the pad just sat there and blinked at him, his heart sunk in his chest as he just stood there and stared.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Inventory and status</div><div class="spoiler_body">Handgun with1/9 shots, Zippo, Cigarette case with 20 Djarum Blacks, Half bag of weed, Eighth of mushrooms. <br>HP 135/135 SP 72/98 Well Rested</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Homebrew] Survival IC: The Endless Days - Surviving the Slaughter</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>04-07-2011, 20:16:59</strong>
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				The munchings and crunchings were enough to make Lauren want to french kiss her gun.&nbsp; She looked at the people around her and noted panic was rising.&nbsp; One after the other moved to the door and tried to punch in the code.&nbsp; Lauren tried desperately to separate the numbers rattling around in her head...high school locker combination 34-12-16, work number...463-5885, zip codes for every city in the county...&nbsp; "Oh hell and damnation," she muttered and moved through the throng.<br><br>She glanced back at the on-coming zombies...&nbsp; O.K. Now or never...&nbsp; (Knowing Code: 8-3-3-0=2, Rolled 3)<br><br>She tapped in the numbers, and hit the open button.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Stats and Inventory</div><div class="spoiler_body">Inventory<br>Handgun<br>Hamlet<br>Notebook<br>Mechanical Pencil<br>MP3 Player loaded with the best music.<br><br>HP: 137/147<br>Stamina:&nbsp; 174/182<br>Feeling:&nbsp; Like a small train ran over her...</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Homebrew] Survival IC: The Endless Days - Surviving the Slaughter</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>04-07-2011, 22:02:18</strong>
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				He stood near the door, near Lauren,&nbsp; watching the doors as they rose, wary; what if their was something inside, waiting for them?&nbsp; What would they even do once they were inside, just try and wait it out? Burn through whatever supplies they had inside, and pray that the zombie hordes dispersed by the time they had to leave? "How do we close the shutters once we're inside?" That was a very important thing to consider; what in the hell would they do if they couldn't shut the metal shutters? They'd be dead.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Homebrew] Survival IC: The Endless Days - Surviving the Slaughter</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Laz</strong> on <strong>05-07-2011, 02:58:21</strong>
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				Like a mechanical monster coming to life, the door to the Town Hall was raised. (Updated Thread's first post, placed in the Town Hall's map.) The loud creaking sound as it scraped upwards drowned out the low moans of the coming dead. Fortunately it wasn't over, the dead kept coming as the group tried to make their escape inside. Something was wrong, the door only raised about a half of its way until it started closing again.<br><br><strong>-Warning- -Warning- -Bio Hazard Detected, Initiating Lock Sequence-</strong><br><br>The Reinforced Blast Doors were closing up again by itself, they had to be quick to be inside, but it was slow, so there was enough time for everyone to get in. Unfortunately the door was too slow that 4 Zombies were able to crawl from the small opening and pursue the group. Before the door had completely closed itself from the outside, they would hear an immediate gunshot followed by another from the outside. It was the same set of Sniper fire that had started the night. It seems the thing that was watching them before realized they had escaped. <br><br>As the doors completely shut, emergency lights flickered slowly to existence and illuminated the Entry point and the Foyer further in. Aside from the four zombies and their eerie moans, the Hallways were silent. too silent. Perhaps all the occupants of the Town Hall had already went inside the bunkers. The entrance to the Bunkers was in plain view and were closed most obviously but a familiar security console lay beside to open it. It was funny how the bunkers were made in case of an emergency, drills were carried out monthly through out the town in case an unfortunate incident would befall on the twon. but in those drills, they always told the people that they didn't need to know the code to enter the bunker for there will always be a team of highly trained elites outside those doors waiting for survivors and helping them inside the safe room. Irony didn't come to much as a surprise as the so called elites were nowhere in sight, probably run off into the safety bunkers aswell. There was loud clanking from the closed door, as the zombies fruitlessly tried their best to get in. The group was safe for the time being, aside from the four zombies that had followed. They were actually safer than before.<br><br><strong>4 Zombies (Gun to melee range) = Easy Difficulty</strong><br><br>Door Options:<br>- <strong>(Impossible</strong>+<strong>Gather Information</strong>+<strong>Charisma)</strong> = if you roll a successful check. Your character would have known the code to the security doors. and get to open without hacking. (your choice of freedom on how, an ex government employee, hacked the government database beforehand, etc.)<br>- <strong>(Impossible</strong>+<strong>Computer Use</strong>+<strong>Int)</strong>&nbsp; = if you roll a successful check. Your character will be able to hack it and succeed.<br>- <strong>Finding a key card that is somewhere in the Town Hall.</strong><br><br>Should the remaining 4 Zombies be dispatched, The Foyer will be Designated a <strong>Safe Zone</strong>. From other things, <strong>Safe Zones</strong> replenish your health and stamina. But in order to actually replenish it, the team will have to stay there for quite awhile. <strong>Safe Zones</strong> is the [Free Form] version of the game. Discuss, Plan, Plot, Converse or Do Small talk with other Characters (IC). The game will eventually move forward into everyone's discretion should they leave the room. Note that by leaving the <strong>Safe Room</strong> would be negating it being a safe room anymore and the team have decided to start the second chapter of this game. The Foyer will be the only <strong>Safe Zone</strong> in the Town Hall, opening any rooms surrounding it will Nullify the Foyer as a Safe Room indicating that the Team is ready to explore the Building and should you retreat back to the Foyer, it wont be a Safe Zone anymore, just a normal room.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Homebrew] Survival IC: The Endless Days - Surviving the Slaughter</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>05-07-2011, 08:23:58</strong>
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				He would get inside along with the others easily enough; though it was still a close call. Sadly enough, the humans weren't the only ones to get inside. With a grumble of aggression that has thus far been suppressed, he flicked the safety off of his gun, and charged at one of the zombies closest to him. Gripping the gun by its barrel, he brought it back; as the zombie lunged forward, the gun came forward.<br><br><strong>Crunch.</strong> That's the sound of a skull fracturing, adrenaline coursing through his body, amplifying his strength, coupling with all that anger and animosity. <strong>Thwack, thwack.</strong> Two more solid hits to the head, with barely coherent, hissed out curses accompanying it. The zombie lets out one last, disturbing sigh of a groan before it slumps over, severe blunt trauma putting it down once and for all. <br><br>Another zombie was already en route for him, and by the time the first had slumped to the floor, he was pulling the same stunt; a series of disturbing, wince-inducing sounds could be heard as he bludgeoned the damned thing to death, the pistols grip becoming coated in a light covering of gore. It, too, slumps over, falling to the ground, truly lifeless. <br><br>...But that leaves two more. <br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Inventory and Character Status</div><div class="spoiler_body">Standard Issue Handgun (Ammo: 1/9)<br>Insulin Pump (Battery life: 17 days, insulin reservoir: 199/300 units)<br>Continuous blood glucose monitor (Battery life: 17 days)<br>Glucose Tablets (x20)<br>Three vials of Humalog (2,800 units)<br><br>Current HP/SP Status:<br>Body Points:&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;85/90<br>Stamina Points&nbsp; &nbsp; 57/62<br>Status: Tired<br></div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Homebrew] Survival IC: The Endless Days - Surviving the Slaughter</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TanaSilver</strong> on <strong>06-07-2011, 08:47:26</strong>
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				Cassie scuttled beneath the blast doors so fast she practically slid. Inside felt safe, like she had felt when living in the bunkers before venturing out into the doomed world. <br><br><em>Why had I ever left them?</em> she wondered.<br><br><br>She watched as one of their group went after the four zombies that had crept in with them. Four: that had sounded like a significant number, before encountering the gauntlet they had run outside. Cassie had never seen so many zombies in one place before, making the zombies more terrifying to her than ever before.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Inventory and Character Status</div><div class="spoiler_body">Inventory:<br>Handgun, 7 bullets<br><br>Body Points: 93/93<br>Stamina Points: 66/64<br><br>Status: Top shape</div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Homebrew] Survival IC: The Endless Days - Surviving the Slaughter</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Question Mark</strong> on <strong>06-07-2011, 10:36:25</strong>
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				<strong>Ricky Mulch: Safety! (kind of...)<br>Just outside the Town Hall</strong><br><br>As the others got to work on the keypad -- Ricky didn't know the code, and he sure as hell wasn't desperate enough to guess -- the bouncer set his back against the brick wall and eyed the approaching zombies, ready to shoot any that got too curious.&nbsp; Especially that fuckin' watcher.&nbsp; He fought the urge to glance at the keypad whenever someone failed.&nbsp; They had their job, he had his.<br><br>After the longest minute in Ricky's life, Lauren finally put in the right code.&nbsp; He felt the vibrations from the opening door through the wall.<br><br><em>"Warning.&nbsp; Warning.&nbsp; Biohazard detected, initiating lock sequence."</em><br><br>"Fuck!" Ricky replied, kicking the wall with the heel of his foot.&nbsp; He quickly stepped near the doorway, gun still trained on the zombies.&nbsp; Some were close.&nbsp; Too close.&nbsp; The watcher was still hanging out in the distance with his fucking sniper rifle.&nbsp; Watching.&nbsp; "Fuck you motherfucker," Ricky whispered.<br><br>After the last person made it through the shrinking opening, Ricky began to follow.&nbsp; He paused, looked back at the watcher, and then raised his pistol.&nbsp; As he ducked through the doorway, he fired off two shots.&nbsp; It would take a lot of luck to score a hit, but at least he'd be showing that fucker that he meant business.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Shot #1 (Impossible): 14 - 1 - 3 - 1 = 9 ((Rolled 3, no joy))<br>Shot #2 (Impossible): 14 - 1 - 3 - 1 = 9 ((Rolled 9, HIT!))</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Ricky was too far away to see if he even hit the undead bastard.&nbsp; He ducked through the doorway and then ran up the hallway.&nbsp; Some of the zombies might be able to get inside before the door closed, and he didn't want to be too close to them if they did.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Inventory and Character Status</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Inventory:</strong><br><span class="bbc_u">POCKETS</span><br>1.) Handgun&nbsp; (with belt-clip holster) (10/13 bullets)<br>2.) Pocket sized note pad (front pocket)<br>3.) Black Pen (front pocket)<br>4.) Deck of Cards (includes Jokers) (back pocket)<br>5.) Spent Clip (0/9 bullets) (back pocket)<br><br><strong>Current HP/SP Status:</strong><br>Body Points - 156/166<br>Stamina Points - 126/160<br>Status - Top Shape (126-160 SP)</div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Homebrew] Survival IC: The Endless Days - Surviving the Slaughter</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>07-07-2011, 07:16:58</strong>
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				Lauren moved through the door as the alarm blared and the doors started to come down.&nbsp; She was pressed against the wall by the influx of bodies and stared in horror as some of those bodies belonged to the walking dead.&nbsp; <br><br>"This is just unreal," she muttered.&nbsp; <br><br>The bouncer was focused outside and she looked towards the armed zombie---if that was what it was.&nbsp; Ricky fired and she jumped slightly.&nbsp; She didn't look to see if he'd hit his mark and was about to yell at him to get inside when he did move.<br><br>And, then Red went berzerker.&nbsp; She flinched back as he seemed to beat the hell out of the creatures.<br><br>But, like a piece of driftwood, she was hauled along with the others, heading for the bunkers.&nbsp; Only, the damned door was shut...and locked.&nbsp; Deja vu, anyone?<br><br>Lauren moved up to the console and sighed.&nbsp; She got lucky before.&nbsp; She didn't feel like her luck was actually on the good side, but she cracked her knuckles and decided to give it a shot.<br><br>(dif 14-3-3-0=8 Know Code Roll=1)<br><br>"Crap," Lauren said when nothing happened.<br><br>"O.K. Evil door lock, once more...." (Know Code Roll #2=2) "Fuck!"<br><br>Lauren smacked the blinking display, looking around the room.&nbsp; Oh boy, stuck in here with nothing but people and dead zombies.&nbsp; It just couldn't get any better...<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Stats and Inventory</div><div class="spoiler_body">Inventory<br>Handgun<br>Hamlet<br>Notebook<br>Mechanical Pencil<br>MP3 Player loaded with the best music.<br><br>HP: 137/147<br>Stamina:&nbsp; 174/182<br>Feeling:&nbsp; Like a small train ran over her...</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Homebrew] Survival IC: The Endless Days - Surviving the Slaughter</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Question Mark</strong> on <strong>07-07-2011, 08:29:26</strong>
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				<strong>Ricky Mulch: Too old for this sh--<br>Inside the Town Hall</strong><br><br>Ricky backpedalled down the hallway, keeping his eyes on the zombies that had made it through the door.&nbsp; Red blew past him, bashing in two undead skulls no problem.&nbsp; Well OK then.&nbsp; He picked off the other two zombies no problem, wincing at the gunshots in the enclosed space.&nbsp; But at least they were safe now.&nbsp; Four zombies lay on the ground, their brains scattered around them.&nbsp; Ugly and smelly, sure, but no longer dangerous.<br><br>A wave of exhaustion knocked him against the wall near the bunker door.&nbsp; Breathing heavily, he slid down until he was sitting on the floor.&nbsp; Being 40 was killing him, too much danger and adrenaline too fast.&nbsp; Ricky couldn't handle it as well as he used to.<br><br>He ejected his clip and began counting bullets.&nbsp; "Everyone alright in here?" Ricky called out, eyes focused on the magazine.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Inventory and Character Status</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Inventory:</strong><br><span class="bbc_u">POCKETS</span><br>1.) Handgun&nbsp; (with belt-clip holster) (8/13 bullets)<br>2.) Pocket sized note pad (front pocket)<br>3.) Black Pen (front pocket)<br>4.) Deck of Cards (includes Jokers) (back pocket)<br>5.) Spent Clip (0/9 bullets) (back pocket)<br><br><strong>Current HP/SP Status:</strong><br>Body Points - 156/166<br>Stamina Points - 122/160<br>Status - Well Rested (96-128 SP)</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Homebrew] Survival IC: The Endless Days - Surviving the Slaughter</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>johnny5</strong> on <strong>07-07-2011, 08:37:55</strong>
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				Dave breathed a sigh of relief as the last zombie went down. They should be safe now he thought, that door should keep out any furthur zombies. Granted the smart seeming one with the sniper rifle was a concern but hopefully he had other plans.&nbsp; "I think were going to be ok" he said as he sat down near Ricky catching his breath. Things had gotten really intense really fast and Dave was glad for even a short rest.<br><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Inventory and status</div><div class="spoiler_body">Handgun with1/9 shots, Zippo, Cigarette case with 20 Djarum Blacks, Half bag of weed, Eighth of mushrooms. <br>HP 135/135 SP 72/98 Well Rested</div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Homebrew] Survival IC: The Endless Days - Surviving the Slaughter</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>07-07-2011, 16:54:22</strong>
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				His gun, now covered in a light amount of gore,&nbsp; was soon set on the ground some place clean. He settled down near it, again, on some place clean and away from the bodies, and rested his back up against a wall.&nbsp; A quiet little buzzing alarm goes off; it's his continual blood glucose monitor warning him <em>101 mg/dl, low expected.</em> "Oh, fuck you." He muttered as he cleared the warning. He felt pretty good, still, but that could just be the adrenaline off-setting the first of the negative effects that would come with a low blood sugar; caffeine typically had a similar effect, too.<br><br>He pokes around in the CBGM's menu for a few moments, and sets its alarm mode to 'silent'. He's not going to think they're safe just yet, and he doesn't want to end up being that one dude in a horror movie whose cell phone goes off or something when he's hiding from a serial killer. Or the equivalent of that.<br><br>"Assuming we get those doors open...or the zombies all together pick up and leave, then yeah...we just have to worry about the power.&nbsp; We could very well get stuck here..." A thought he was not fond of. Imagine that, escaping all those zombies to get here, and then, ending up dying from starvation/dehydration, in the dark, when the power eventually went out and the supplies dwindled. "I wish I had a flashlight." He comments off-handedly. <br><br>His attention would drift towards Lauren. "Hey, you okay?" <br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Inventory and Character Status</div><div class="spoiler_body">Standard Issue Handgun (Ammo: 1/9)<br>Insulin Pump (Battery life: 17 days, insulin reservoir: 197/300 units)<br>Continuous blood glucose monitor (Battery life: 17 days)<br>Glucose Tablets (x20)<br>Three vials of Humalog (2,800 units)<br><br>Current HP/SP Status:<br>Body Points:&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;86/90<br>Stamina Points&nbsp; &nbsp; 58/62<br>Status: Tired<br></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Homebrew] Survival IC: The Endless Days - Surviving the Slaughter</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TanaSilver</strong> on <strong>07-07-2011, 17:01:59</strong>
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				The rush was wearing off, Cassie could feel it draining out of her body leaving a cold chill behind. She pressed her back against the wall and slid down to the floor until she was sitting, clutching her knees close to her chest. She tried not to look at the four destroyed zombies in the room.<br><br>"The smart one, the one with the rifle," she began to say, a new fear growing within her. "What if ... well, what if he's smart enough to figure out the keypad combination and open the door?"<br><br>Of course, that was just one possible doomsday scenario ricocheting inside her head. There was so much that could go wrong, now.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Inventory and Character Status</div><div class="spoiler_body">Inventory:<br>Handgun, 7 bullets<br><br>Body Points: 93/93<br>Stamina Points: 66/64<br><br>Status: Top shape</div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Homebrew] Survival IC: The Endless Days - Surviving the Slaughter</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Question Mark</strong> on <strong>07-07-2011, 18:43:28</strong>
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				<strong>Ricky Mulch: Ammo<br>In the Town Hall</strong><br><br>After he had had a minute to catch a breather, Ricky stood up.&nbsp; His extended clip was put back together.&nbsp; He slid it home with a metallic click.<br><br><em>"The smart one, the one with the rifle.&nbsp; What if ... well, what if he's smart enough to figure out the keypad combination and open the door?"</em><br><br>Ricky paused for a second, shooting a hard glance at the woman.&nbsp; He had been worrying about the very same thing.&nbsp; But that was a ridiculous notion, zombies operating electronic keypads.&nbsp; "Well, then...&nbsp; &nbsp;We'd probably be royally fucked.&nbsp; Maybe the biohazard alarm would kick in?"<br><br>While he spoke, the man stepped around the other survivors.&nbsp; He put his shirt over his nose and approached the zombie corpses.&nbsp; He didn't want to just leave them there.&nbsp; "Anyone want to help out?" he asked, grabbing the wrists of one deadhead and dragging it towards the adjacent sitting room.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Inventory and Character Status</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Inventory:</strong><br><span class="bbc_u">POCKETS</span><br>1.) Handgun&nbsp; (with belt-clip holster) (8/13 bullets)<br>2.) Pocket sized note pad (front pocket)<br>3.) Black Pen (front pocket)<br>4.) Deck of Cards (includes Jokers) (back pocket)<br>5.) Spent Clip (0/9 bullets) (back pocket)<br><br><strong>Current HP/SP Status:</strong><br>Body Points - 156/166<br>Stamina Points - 122/160<br>Status - Well Rested (96-128 SP)</div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Homebrew] Survival IC: The Endless Days - Surviving the Slaughter</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>07-07-2011, 20:36:50</strong>
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				"Sure, I will." He slowly rose up, and stared at his gun. He left it on the ground, wary of the gore on it; he'd need to find something to clean it with. "Afterwards, I'm gonna head to the kitchen.&nbsp; I think snacks are in order after that ordeal." He said with a light laugh. Really, he wanted to get some food in mostly to deal with the impending low blood sugar; glucose tablets could stave off a low, but even if he took some of those, he'd need a more substantial carbohydrate to really correct the problem. <br><br>"You drag them by the hands, I'll get the feet?" He'd say as he moved to grab the feet of the current corpse he was dragging, and assisting him.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Inventory and Character Status</div><div class="spoiler_body">[empty]<br>Insulin Pump (Battery life: 17 days, insulin reservoir: 197/300 units)<br>Continuous blood glucose monitor (Battery life: 17 days)<br>Glucose Tablets (x20)<br>Three vials of Humalog (2,800 units)<br><br>Current HP/SP Status:<br>Body Points:&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;87/90<br>Stamina Points&nbsp; &nbsp; 59/62<br>Status: Tired<br></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Homebrew] Survival IC: The Endless Days - Surviving the Slaughter</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Question Mark</strong> on <strong>07-07-2011, 23:04:12</strong>
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				<strong>Ricky Mulch: Time skip<br>In the Town Hall</strong><br><br>After the last body was unceremoniously dragged into the waiting area, Ricky stretched out his arms and cracked his back.&nbsp; Man it was nice to be somewhere safe.&nbsp; He suddenly remembered that there was likely to be hundreds of zombies trying to bang down the door.<br><br>"So, how about those snacks Red?&nbsp; They gonna be on the house, or is this coming out of my paycheck?"&nbsp; Ricky chuckled awkwardly at his joke, resisting the urge to wipe his hands on his shirt.&nbsp; Instead, he wiped them on a zombie's shirt.&nbsp; It would have to do until he found a sink.<br><br>Ricky meandered back towards the locked bunker door.&nbsp; "How's this going?&nbsp; Can we open it?"<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=111619.msg4896278#msg4896278">Quote from: Question Mark on 07-07-2011, 18:43:28</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Ricky Mulch: Am</strong><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Inventory and Character Status</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Inventory:</strong><br><span class="bbc_u">POCKETS</span><br>1.) Handgun&nbsp; (with belt-clip holster) (8/13 bullets)<br>2.) Pocket sized note pad (front pocket)<br>3.) Black Pen (front pocket)<br>4.) Deck of Cards (includes Jokers) (back pocket)<br>5.) Spent Clip (0/9 bullets) (back pocket)<br><br><strong>Current HP/SP Status:</strong><br>Body Points - 156/166<br>Stamina Points - 122/160<br>Status - Well Rested (96-128 SP)</div></div></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Homebrew] Survival IC: The Endless Days - Surviving the Slaughter</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>08-07-2011, 03:47:06</strong>
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				Lauren bit back a yelp at the gunshots behind her, glad the dead were finally lying down, but wishing she had her hearing back.<br><br>She gave Red a "are you fucking kidding me?" when he asked if she was O.K.&nbsp; She glanced around at the people, then back at Red.&nbsp; "FINE," she said.&nbsp; "How are you?&nbsp; Lovely day we're having...."<br><br>She turned back to the door keypad and wondered if anyone had some eye drops or contact solution...a little salt water and it would fry the circuitry, but then, it might fry it in lock mode instead of releasing the power being used to hold the doors shut---and they'd be right where they were, now.<br><br>She looked at Ricky as he ambled up.&nbsp; "I have so many damned numbers rolling around in my head...and, quite honestly, I'm a little freaked-out by all of this.&nbsp; I can't think straight.&nbsp; Are you any good with computers?&nbsp; We need a fifteen year old kid to go all cyber-punk and hack the hell out of this thing."<br><br>She sighed and punched some random numbers on the pad, banging her head on the wall as she did so, hoping to knock some sense into herself.<br><br>(14-3-3-0=8 roll = 1)<br><br>"I don't even know if we want to go in there.&nbsp; Suppose the zombies got in...Maybe they ate everyone else and are waiting for us, you know, dessert."&nbsp; She sighed and kicked the wall futilely.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Stats and Inventory</div><div class="spoiler_body">Inventory<br>Handgun<br>Hamlet<br>Notebook<br>Mechanical Pencil<br>MP3 Player loaded with the best music.<br><br>HP: 137/147<br>Stamina:&nbsp; 174/182<br>Feeling:&nbsp; Like a small train ran over her...</div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Homebrew] Survival IC: The Endless Days - Surviving the Slaughter</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Question Mark</strong> on <strong>08-07-2011, 05:25:49</strong>
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				<strong>Ricky Mulch: Worth a shot<br>In the Town Hall Foyer</strong><br><br><em>"I have so many damned numbers rolling around in my head...and, quite honestly, I'm a little freaked-out by all of this.&nbsp; I can't think straight.&nbsp; Are you any good with computers?&nbsp; We need a fifteen year old kid to go all cyber-punk and hack the hell out of this thing."</em><br><br>Ricky rubbed his chin, eying the keypad thoughtfully.&nbsp; "Well, I think I might remember the code...&nbsp; At least, I remember <em>A</em> code that someone talked about in the bar."<br><br>He typed in a quick code: 2-4-0-0-1<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">14 - 1 - 0 - 0 = 13 ((Rolled 6, no joy))</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><strong>INCORRECT COMBINATION, PLEASE RE-ENTER</strong><br><br>Not to be deterred so easily, Ricky quickly punched in another combination: 1-2-3-4-5<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">14 - 2 - 0 - 0 = 12 ((Rolled 2, no joy))</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><strong>INCORRECT COMBINATION, PLEASE RE-ENTER</strong><br><br>"Okay, I'm out of ideas.&nbsp; Anyone else care to try?"<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Inventory and Character Status</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Inventory:</strong><br><span class="bbc_u">POCKETS</span><br>1.) Handgun&nbsp; (with belt-clip holster) (8/13 bullets)<br>2.) Pocket sized note pad (front pocket)<br>3.) Black Pen (front pocket)<br>4.) Deck of Cards (includes Jokers) (back pocket)<br>5.) Spent Clip (0/9 bullets) (back pocket)<br><br><strong>Current HP/SP Status:</strong><br>Body Points - 156/166<br>Stamina Points - 122/160<br>Status - Well Rested (96-128 SP)</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Homebrew] Survival IC: The Endless Days - Surviving the Slaughter</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>08-07-2011, 07:50:53</strong>
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				She held her breath with each of Ricky's attempts.&nbsp; None worked.&nbsp; Lauren sighed and stared at the console.&nbsp; She tilted her head and ran her fingertip over a section of plastic that was a flap just big enough for something like a credit card...or a hotel room key card. <br><br>"Oh...Look.&nbsp; Key card.&nbsp; Does anyone have a key card?" she called out to everyone in general.&nbsp; She assumed that Ricky, if he'd had such a card, would have remembered as he gave the codes a try.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Stats and Inventory</div><div class="spoiler_body">Inventory<br>Handgun<br>Hamlet<br>Notebook<br>Mechanical Pencil<br>MP3 Player loaded with the best music.<br><br>HP: 137/147<br>Stamina:&nbsp; 174/182<br>Feeling:&nbsp; Like a small train ran over her...</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Homebrew] Survival IC: The Endless Days - Surviving the Slaughter</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>08-07-2011, 12:08:08</strong>
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				...Okay, then, apparently, giving a damn is not a good thing to do. Which is probably an extreme reaction, but the one he's going with. Lauren's choice of words just make Red clam up, and look distant; not pouty or depressed or anything, but a blank expression plasters his face as he becomes quiet. <br><br>Apparently having lost his capacity for speech (and possibly being a bit childish), he would merely shrug his shoulders when she ends up asking if anybody had a key card for getting past that lock. He didn't, and the more he thought about it, the less he wanted to actually go down there. <br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Inventory and Character Status</div><div class="spoiler_body">[empty]<br>Insulin Pump (Battery life: 17 days, insulin reservoir: 197/300 units)<br>Continuous blood glucose monitor (Battery life: 17 days)<br>Glucose Tablets (x20)<br>Three vials of Humalog (2,800 units)<br><br>Current HP/SP Status:<br>Body Points:&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;88/90<br>Stamina Points&nbsp; &nbsp; 60/62<br>Status: Tired<br></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Homebrew] Survival IC: The Endless Days - Surviving the Slaughter</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>08-07-2011, 18:10:00</strong>
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				She saw Red's face close down.&nbsp; It almost sent her over the edge, but she looked around, a dart of the eyes here and there, and realized everyone was a little anxious but she was the one being bitchy.&nbsp; <br><br>"My luck ran out with the outer door," she said to Ricky.&nbsp; "And, I've just ticked off my friend.&nbsp; So, I'm going to do something about the one thing I can do something about."<br><br>Lauren stalked up to Red.&nbsp; "Look, don't pull this crap with me, Red.&nbsp; Yell at me, tell me I'm being an ass or whatever; don't shut down."&nbsp; She poked him in the chest, a light tap, but it might look like she was getting mad, when in truth she was only making her point.&nbsp; "You," she said with the tap, "are my friend and friends get to bitch at each other.&nbsp; So, I do it better than you....you still need to tell me when I'm out of line.&nbsp; O.K.?"&nbsp; She stared at him a few moments.&nbsp; "And, by the way, you smell like zombie, but I still consider you my friend.&nbsp; Oh, yeah...thanks for helping get rid of those trespassers."&nbsp; She glanced around and then back at Red.&nbsp; "To answer your question, I wish I was back in the bar.&nbsp; That alarm...what caused it to go off?&nbsp; Did we just seclude ourselves with a virus?&nbsp; Won't that be fun?&nbsp; And, Red, did you happen to notice?&nbsp; There aren't any bathrooms visible."&nbsp; Lauren hissed this as she leaned closer to Red.&nbsp; "Not good on top of not good, eh?"<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Stats and Inventory</div><div class="spoiler_body">Inventory<br>Handgun<br>Hamlet<br>Notebook<br>Mechanical Pencil<br>MP3 Player loaded with the best music.<br><br>HP: 137/147<br>Stamina:&nbsp; 174/182<br>Feeling:&nbsp; Better in a worse sort of way.</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Homebrew] Survival IC: The Endless Days - Surviving the Slaughter</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>08-07-2011, 19:38:47</strong>
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				He listened to Lauren as she spoke, though he started to find it difficult to focus on her words; or his surroundings for that. Still shirtless, having been that way since they left the roof of the bar, she'd be able to see the CBGM attached to him; the screen lights up with a green color, and reads "72 mg/dl treatment recommended." As the adrenaline, which had kept his blood sugar elevated, fled his system, the exertion of the night starts catching up with him. <br><br>The low blood sugar could be a contributing factor to his shutting down, too. At this point, the brain was slowly turning off processes in order to conserve energy. The first things that typically went were sensory perception, and higher thought, because those were not as important as maintaining all the automatic systems of the human body; the lungs, and the heart, and such. <br><br>Still, he tried to keep focused on her. "You're my friend, too, Lauren." He says with a slightly sheepish smile. "Probably zombors" A slight slur of his speech, though he'll be damned if he noticed it. "Get too close, alarm goes off. Sensors." Okay, it's more like tired mumbling than talking at this point, but some part of him finally realizes what's going on, and checks the meter. He stares at it, before fishing out one of the containers of glucose tablets from his pocket.<br><br>He goes to sit back down on the ground, and pops it open, pouring four of them directly into his mouth. Loud crunching follows as he grinds up the chalky, sugary orange-flavored tablets. <br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Inventory and Character Status</div><div class="spoiler_body">[empty]<br>Insulin Pump (Battery life: 17 days, insulin reservoir: 197/300 units)<br>Continuous blood glucose monitor (Battery life: 17 days)<br>Glucose Tablets (x16)<br>Three vials of Humalog (2,800 units)<br><br>Current HP/SP Status:<br>Body Points:&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;89/90<br>Stamina Points&nbsp; &nbsp; 61/62<br>Status: Tired, restricted<br></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Homebrew] Survival IC: The Endless Days - Surviving the Slaughter</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Question Mark</strong> on <strong>08-07-2011, 22:26:12</strong>
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				<strong>Ricky Mulch: No caption here<br>In the Town Hall's Foyer</strong><br><br>Ricky stared hard at the back of Lauren's head for several seconds.&nbsp; He was just waiting for her to go uberbitch on poor Red, and was prepared to step in.&nbsp; He let out an internal sigh of relief once she started to talk - it was just a getyourheadstraightyousillyperson kind of talk - and turned to face the unnamed men and lone woman who had managed to escape the Blood Bar alongside Ricky, Red, and Lauren.&nbsp; THe bouncer briefly wondered if Barry had somehow survived.<br><br>"Alright," he began, looking eying each of them in turn.&nbsp; "Any of you three have a card?&nbsp; Remember the passcode?&nbsp; I know the past couple of minutes have been tough, but we need you to try and think now."<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Inventory and Character Status</div><div class="spoiler_body"><span class="bbc_u">POCKETS</span><br>1.) Handgun&nbsp; (with belt-clip holster) (8/13 bullets)<br>2.) Pocket sized note pad (front pocket)<br>3.) Black Pen (front pocket)<br>4.) Deck of Cards (includes Jokers) (back pocket)<br>5.) Spent Clip (0/9 bullets) (back pocket)<br><br><strong>Current HP/SP Status:</strong><br>Body Points - 156/166<br>Stamina Points - 122/160<br>Status - Well Rested (96-128 SP)</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Homebrew] Survival IC: The Endless Days - Surviving the Slaughter</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TanaSilver</strong> on <strong>08-07-2011, 23:42:13</strong>
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				Cassie looked up at Ricky from where she sat on the floor, back against the wall. She was feeling good just to remember her own name at the moment, let alone the code to the bunker security panel. Still, she wracked her brain, trying to get a grip on herself.<br><br>[14-0-2-1=11. Rolled 7]<br><br>... and came up with nothing. She gave Ricky a helpless shrug, as though saying, <em>What did you really expect?</em><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Inventory and Character Status</div><div class="spoiler_body">Inventory:<br>Handgun, 7 bullets<br><br>Body Points: 93/93<br>Stamina Points: 66/65<br><br>Status: Top shape</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Homebrew] Survival IC: The Endless Days - Surviving the Slaughter</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>09-07-2011, 00:43:59</strong>
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				Lauren stared at Red as his mouth didn't make clear words.&nbsp; "Red..."&nbsp; She glanced at the pump and stared as a number flashed.&nbsp; So, she'd done a little research on blood sugar and diabetes for a story, but she wasn't an expert by any means.&nbsp; However, even she knew that number wasn't good.<br><br>"Anyone have juice?" Lauren called as Red sank to the floor and she followed him as he ate some tablets.&nbsp; "Red, you really need to slap me once in a while when I'm being a fucking pain in the ass," she hissed, kneeling in front of him.&nbsp; "What can I do?&nbsp; Would straight sugar packets help?" she started rummaging in her pockets but only came up with her Zen, the pen, and the tattered copy of hamlet.&nbsp; She'd left her notebook back at the Blood Bar.&nbsp; She was too concerned for Red to worry about writings that would never see a publisher.<br><br>"You need food, don't you?" she said.&nbsp; She looked back at the damned doors into the bunker where there was supposed to be food.&nbsp; <br><br>"We need to open the door."<br><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Stats and Inventory</div><div class="spoiler_body">Inventory<br>Handgun<br>Hamlet<br><del>Notebook</del>(left behind at bar)<br>Mechanical Pencil<br>MP3 Player loaded with the best music.<br><br>HP: 137/147<br>Stamina:&nbsp; 174/182<br>Feeling:&nbsp; Better in a worse sort of way.</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Homebrew] Survival IC: The Endless Days - Surviving the Slaughter</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>09-07-2011, 01:26:57</strong>
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				The wonderful thing about glucose tablets is that they're formulated to break down very quickly; in a minute. The real problem is that it's a very quick burning energy source, not meant to treat a low blood sugar, but to stave it off until a more substantial source of carbohydrates can be had. <br><br>The numbers on the display changed again; 117 mg/dl. And with the blood sugar rising again, it's like the lights flickering back on after a power surge. Everything made sense and looked fine again. "But if I did that, wouldn't it just snowball into a big fight?" In reference to him needing to metaphorically slap her if she's acting up. <br><br>"Straight sugar isn't all that good. My blood sugar will spike, and then it'll drop low again.&nbsp; I'll be fine for a few minutes, but I need something substantial. Like a slice of bread. And for the record, folks...if I seem out of it, then it's probably a low blood sugar kicking my brain with a pair of steel-toed boots." He felt bad, making his weakness readily known to the others; he could easily become a liability to them, and in the kind of scenarios they might find themselves in, that could prove fatal for them all.<br><br>&nbsp;His eyes looked around the building, noticing the other doorways that led elsewhere, besides the big blast door. "Maybe we should explore around the other rooms. Maybe we'll be lucky and find a note with the numbers we need on it, or a keycard conveniently sitting out in the open?" He said with a light laugh. <br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Inventory and Character Status</div><div class="spoiler_body">[empty]<br>Insulin Pump (Battery life: 17 days, insulin reservoir: 197/300 units)<br>Continuous blood glucose monitor (Battery life: 17 days)<br>Glucose Tablets (x16)<br>Three vials of Humalog (2,800 units)<br><br>Current HP/SP Status:<br>Body Points:&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;90/90<br>Stamina Points&nbsp; &nbsp; 62/62<br>Status: Tired<br></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Homebrew] Survival IC: The Endless Days - Surviving the Slaughter</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>09-07-2011, 04:50:28</strong>
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				Lauren nodded.&nbsp; "Let's take a look around.&nbsp; Do you still have ammunition?&nbsp; Though, you didn't seem to need any dispensing with these last guys."&nbsp; She looked down at the insulin pump and meter.&nbsp; "You good for a bit if we just walk?"&nbsp; She stood up and almost stuck her hand out to help him, but was afraid Red would be insulted.&nbsp; One time per day seemed enough to insult a friend.<br><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Stats and Inventory</div><div class="spoiler_body">Inventory<br>Handgun 5/9 rounds<br>Hamlet<br><del>Notebook</del>(left behind at bar)<br>Mechanical Pencil<br>MP3 Player loaded with the best music.<br><br>HP: 137/147<br>Stamina:&nbsp; 174/182<br>Feeling:&nbsp; Better in a worse sort of way.</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Homebrew] Survival IC: The Endless Days - Surviving the Slaughter</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>09-07-2011, 05:16:56</strong>
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				He got back up on his own, nodding his head a bit. "I'll be fine for a bit. If I start dropping again, I just need to keep popping glucose tablets." Although it might seem like he was insulted when he was helped, that was not the case; really, he was honored. But he's so used to everyone in his life (both before and after the 'end of the world') thinking they need to go out of their way to help him, or that their are some things he just can't do... it's just made him outright neurotic. Every time some one helps him, he ends up feeling bad, like he's sucking up their time and energy, and giving them nothing in return for it.<br><br>But he gets back up on his own, and ends up reclaiming the handgun he had left on the floor. The gore was dried on it, but he was a bit wary of it still. He gripped it by the barrel, ready to use it as a melee weapon once more. "One bullet in it, if I counted right." He bites back the rest of his comment; all he needed if things truly and fully went to Hell.<br><br>"What does everyone else think?" He'd turn his attention mostly to Ricky, since he kind of knew the guy, but also the others, who were still pretty much strangers to him. <br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Inventory and Character Status</div><div class="spoiler_body">Standard issue Handgun [1/9 ammo]<br>Insulin Pump (Battery life: 17 days, insulin reservoir: 197/300 units)<br>Continuous blood glucose monitor (Battery life: 17 days)<br>Glucose Tablets (x16)<br>Three vials of Humalog (2,800 units)<br><br>Current HP/SP Status:<br>Body Points:&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;90/90<br>Stamina Points&nbsp; &nbsp; 62/62<br>Status: Tired<br></div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: [Homebrew] Survival IC: The Endless Days - Surviving the Slaughter</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Question Mark</strong> on <strong>09-07-2011, 07:09:02</strong>
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				<strong>Ricky Mulch: Time to act<br>In the Town Hall Foyer</strong><br><br>The first thing Ricky wanted to do was get into that bunker, where there was food, ammunition, communication, and other survivors.&nbsp; That was top priority, the numero uno.&nbsp; And they weren't going to get anywhere closer to that goal by banging their heads against that keypad.&nbsp; So when the possibility of searching the Town Hall came up, Ricky immediately stepped forward.<br><br>"I got about ten or so bullets," Ricky said, holding up his pistol, the extended mag making it look like a large black L.&nbsp; He eyes Red carefully.&nbsp; He didn't know anything about diabetes really.&nbsp; Just that it makes people tired when they don't eat, or something like that.&nbsp; Also, glucose.&nbsp; Whatever the hell that was.<br><br>"And if we're going to be getting into that bunker," he continued, holstering the pistol.&nbsp; "We need to do something besides sit here thinking of random numbers.&nbsp; I say we check the upstairs f--"<br><br>Ricky cut himself off, suddenly thinking that Red in his diabetic state may not be able to handle the stairs.&nbsp; He looked questioningly at the chef.<br><br><span class="bbc_u">POCKETS</span><br>1.) Handgun&nbsp; (with belt-clip holster) (8/13 bullets)<br>2.) Pocket sized note pad (front pocket)<br>3.) Black Pen (front pocket)<br>4.) Deck of Cards (includes Jokers) (back pocket)<br>5.) Spent Clip (0/9 bullets) (back pocket)<br><br><strong>Current HP/SP Status:</strong><br>Body Points - 156/166<br>Stamina Points - 122/160<br>Status - Well Rested (96-128 SP)[/spoiler]
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Homebrew] Survival IC: The Endless Days - Surviving the Slaughter</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>johnny5</strong> on <strong>09-07-2011, 07:27:48</strong>
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				Dave had been sitting quietly watching the others as he caught his breath, he had been wracking his brain trying to remember the pass code for the bunker, near as he could tell it was one of two possibilities, well to be fair he knew what the code had been on two different occasions. He got up slowly dusted himself off and moved over to the keypad.<br><br><strong>Computer use 14-3-3-1=7 rolled 2</strong><br><br>"Should a figured that one wouldn't work" Dave crossed his fingers and punched in the last code<br><br><strong>Computer use 14-3-3-1=7 rolled 8</strong><br><br>Dave breathed a sigh of relief as the last code took "Got it" Dave shouted in triumph looking back at the others.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Inventory and status</div><div class="spoiler_body">Handgun with 1/9 shots, Zippo, Cigarette case with 20 Djarum Blacks,Half bag of weed, Quarter of mushrooms<br>HP 135/135 SP 88/98 Top Shape</div></div><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Homebrew] Survival IC: The Endless Days - Surviving the Slaughter</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Laz</strong> on <strong>09-07-2011, 08:44:37</strong>
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				The bunkers doors were thick by comparison to its size. The sound it made was quite intimidating as its complex mechanics slowly raised the hundred ton steel door. Beyond the door, lies yet another door of the same design but this time it didn't have a security console beside it or anything that indicated that can be opened form that side. There was however a two-way intercom system that connected the outer area of the bunker to the ones who are actually in the bunker. Unfortunately the Com System has been damaged, a bullet has shot the thing's inner circuits and only an eerie static was constantly being broadcasted. They would eventually need to find something to replace the parts before they can completely repair the Coms.<br><br>Aside from this, there was nothing that was gonna let them in there unless they get that thing fixed. The good news is, there were a few things useable in this outer room, as it contains a few weapon chests and some personnel lockers. All of them had locks in them, but there are surely alot of ways to get pass a measly lock. There were 8 Weapons racks in all and 5 lockers. 3 of the weapons racks have been emptied and 2 of the lockers have been cleaned out. But still there were still enough lockers and racks to search through which will make one wonder... why didn't they take all of it?<br><br>There are 5 Weapons Racks left to loot and 3 Personnel Lockers to open. Opening them will consist of these options<br><br><strong>You want to do what?+Unarmed+Cons =</strong> Using barehands... isnt really advisable. but if you are strong enough you might be able to pry the thing open. Superman anyone?<br><strong>Hard+Melee+Str =</strong> Using something heavy to smash the locks open. be advised you can only do this 2 times with that specific Item. should it fail twice. the specific item you used will be broken.<br><strong>Difficult+Pistols+Dex =</strong> Going to shoot the lock? go ahead. just so you know, it costs one bullet. and what if you open the locker and there wasn't anything in it. Tough Luck.<br><strong>Average+Sleight of Hand+Dex (Lock pick needed, hairclip, pen, or something pointy) =</strong> Well you wont have problems with this, only if you had the items for doing it.<br><br>Note: Players can now bring their SP/HP to Max Value. and put their status on top shape. (Except Red.) and do note by opening the outer doors of the Bunker <strong>doesnt</strong> negate the Safe Zone. so by attempting to open the lockers. you wont need to deduct your SP. however, by exiting the foyer the party has chosen to go forward with the story, which will negate the safe zone and all stamina costs will continue.<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Homebrew] Survival IC: The Endless Days - Surviving the Slaughter</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Laz</strong> on <strong>09-07-2011, 08:56:52</strong>
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				Atlanta was just sitting in the far side of the foyer. all alone in a corner contemplating on what to do next and trying to calm his nerves from everything that has happened since the bar incident. He wasnt scared nor was he in a near breakdown. He was apparently trying to find a way to get out this hell hole, the safety bunker was just a delay to the inevitable. how many more years will they hide underground and wait for the dead to starve? Perhaps going north alone, find a settlement in one of the new rebuilt states.. Atlanta racked his brain, this pig house is lost, time to run and move to the next house before the wolf has time to huff and puffs and blow this place completely.<br><br>"Fucking town. Fucking government. They wasted man power and time on rebuilding economic growth than restructuring and improving the town's defense. This is Bullshit!" he cursed loudly, not particularly addressing to anyone. he's place is just in-front of the blood bar. and most of the dead are centered around the town hall, if he can just jump the wall from the back of the town hall he can slip past all the zombies and get to his car.<br><br>Time to find that engine.. <br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Inventory and Character Status</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Inventory:</strong><br>Handgun - 7 bullets left<br>A Pack of Cigarettes<br>Pocket Knife<br>Compass<br><br><strong>Current HP/SP Status:</strong><br>Body Points - 166/166<br>Stamina Points - 154/160<br>Status - Well Rested</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Homebrew] Survival IC: The Endless Days - Surviving the Slaughter</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TanaSilver</strong> on <strong>09-07-2011, 20:12:44</strong>
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				Cassie got to her feet quickly upon hearing the doors open. She stepped forward to look, and was dismayed to find another room, and another door. She looked at the communications panel, and it was a wreck.<br><br>"Oh man ...," she groaned, sighing. <br><br>She pounded on the door with the flat of her hand. "Hey! People out here!" she cried. It was evident, from the dull thump of her palm against the metal, that if there was anyone inside, they would not hear her.<br><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Inventory and Character Status</div><div class="spoiler_body">Inventory:<br>Handgun, 7 bullets<br><br>Body Points: 93/93<br>Stamina Points: 66/66<br><br>Status: Top shape</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Homebrew] Survival IC: The Endless Days - Surviving the Slaughter</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>10-07-2011, 05:26:39</strong>
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				And he met Ricky's look, giving a shake of his head. "Relax, I'm a cat. When I fall, I always land on my feet." He says with a laugh, deciding everybody might need a dose of humor. Though his words fall dead near the end, as they coincide with the opening of the door. <br><br>Standing and moving forward, he would stare at the broken speaker box,&nbsp; frowning. Great. If it's not one thing, it's another. With a brief sigh, he'd turn his attention towards the lockers and things. He'd head towards one of the Weapon Racks that hadn't been looted, and stared at the lock. <br><br>"I don't know about anybody else, but I want a power-up." Continuing with the humor,&nbsp; he'd say this as he used the pistol to bash at the lock. (need 7, rolled 8) With a thunderous crack, the lock, a rusty piece of cheap junk, breaks from the fierce blow, much like the skulls of the zombies he had cracked with the pistol.<br><br>Opening the locker, he would find...? <br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Inventory and Character Status</div><div class="spoiler_body">Standard issue Handgun [1/9 ammo]<br>Insulin Pump (Battery life: 17 days, insulin reservoir: 197/300 units)<br>Continuous blood glucose monitor (Battery life: 17 days)<br>Glucose Tablets (x16)<br>Three vials of Humalog (2,800 units)<br><br>Current HP/SP Status:<br>Body Points:&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;90/90<br>Stamina Points&nbsp; &nbsp; 62/62<br>Status: Tired<br></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Homebrew] Survival IC: The Endless Days - Surviving the Slaughter</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Laz</strong> on <strong>10-07-2011, 08:39:11</strong>
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				[Luck Check for Attempt. = Success]<br><br>Contents of Rack:<br>- KRISS Vector SMG™ .45 ACP (30/30 ammo) Unique Modifier = -1 to Shooting checks and can make a person fire 4 shooting attempts in one post. (Takes two inventory Space.)<br>- 1 Extended Cartridge (30/30)<br>- Picture of the Rack's Owner<br>- A few Honorary Medals here and there. Spec ops.<br>- 5 rolls of Bandages +Heals 10 HP for a flesh wound.<br>- A leg strap containing Adrenaline Syringes. (5/5) +Gives the status enhanced.<br><br>The first rack that was opened, apparently belong to the Elite Team's Squad Leader. quite a few citations and hero background judging from the Commander's decor. it makes one wonder, why it hasnt been emptied. what has happened to a well renowned war veteran that he wasnt been able to get his gear? 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Homebrew] Survival IC: The Endless Days - Surviving the Slaughter</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Question Mark</strong> on <strong>10-07-2011, 11:24:54</strong>
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				<strong>Ricky Mulch: Never did win the lottery<br>In the Town Hall Foyer</strong><br><br>The groan of the bunker door opening drew Ricky's attention away from Red.&nbsp; He followed the cook's eyes, turning around.&nbsp; The young, long haired kid was standing at the keypad.&nbsp; <em>He</em> got it?&nbsp; Wow, maybe the kid was a savant or something.<br><br>Ricky was grinning like a maniac in the dim lighting as he walked up beside Dave.&nbsp; "Hey, wow, nice job man."&nbsp; He gave him a hearty slap on the shoulder.&nbsp; "Dunno how you did it, but good job."<br><br>The bouncer followed Red into the airlock.&nbsp; It was small, with another thick door at the far end.&nbsp; When Ricky walked up to it, a dull hiss caught his ear: the two-way unit on the wall.&nbsp; He brushed a rough finger over the bullet hole, frowning.&nbsp; He pushed the transmit button, but there was no change in the static.&nbsp; <em>What the hell?</em>&nbsp; He guessed the only way in was to convince someone to let you in.&nbsp; And how the hell were they supposed to do that with a busted two-way?&nbsp; Hell, why would someone shoot it?&nbsp; It was probably intentional, not a misfire or collateral.<br><br>The sound of Red forcibly breaking the lock caused Ricky to start.&nbsp; Turning to face the others, he slowly took his hand off his gun and put it flat over his pounding heart.&nbsp; "Jesus man," he began.&nbsp; Then, when he saw what was inside the locker, "Holy shit, look at that gear!"<br><br>He picked up the SMG and racked the slide, catching the live round that popped out.&nbsp; When he pulled the clip out, it was full of bullets.&nbsp; "All loaded and ready to go too.&nbsp; Live ammo."&nbsp; Ricky handed the unloaded gun to Red along with the round and clip, then jerked his thumb at the bunker door.&nbsp; "This must've been an emergency stash; the real armory should be inside the bunker."<br><br>Ricky looked up at the rest of the group.&nbsp; "And speaking of the bunker, the two-way is shot up, doesn't work anymore.&nbsp; We can't talk to whoever's inside."&nbsp; He paused, eying the weapon racks thoughtfully.&nbsp; "Hey, while I salvage these racks, do you guys want to see if you can find a security camera, a walkie talkie, another two-way, anything that could let us communicate with the other survivors?"<br><br>While he was talking, Ricky approached the weapon racks.&nbsp; A couple of them were hanging open, but most of them seemed untampered with.&nbsp; <em>What happened here?&nbsp; Who grabbed this stuff and where are they now?</em><br><br>Ricky pulled out his pistol and aimed it at the small lock holding the racks shut.&nbsp; Shouldn't be too hard to break the lock with a bullet.&nbsp; He had seen it in a movie once.&nbsp; "Firing a shot!" he called out, then pulled the trigger.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Shot #1: 10 - 1 - 2- 1 = 6&nbsp; ((Rolled 5, no joy))</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Well, he had definitely ruined the lock.&nbsp; The bullet was imbedded in the metal, the force having twisted and probably destroyed the mechanism.&nbsp; If anything, he had only made it harder to open.&nbsp; "Fuck," he said, frustrated and a little embarrassed.&nbsp; Well, maybe another shot would do the trick.&nbsp; Hollywood always makes things look too easy.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Shot #2: 10 - 1 - 2 - 1 = 6 ((Rolled 1, no joy))<br>Shot #3: 10 - 1 - 2 - 1 = 6 ((Rolled 6, success!))</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"That should do it," he muttered under his breath, holstering the pistol.&nbsp; He braced himself against the wall, then lifted up one leg and kicked at the ruined, twisted lock.&nbsp; With a satisfying snap, the hunk of metal broke off and went skittering along the floor.&nbsp; Ricky propped open the distorted weapon rack, looking inside...<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Inventory and Character Status</div><div class="spoiler_body"><span class="bbc_u">POCKETS</span><br>1.) Handgun&nbsp; (with belt-clip holster) (5/13 bullets)<br>2.) Pocket sized note pad (front pocket)<br>3.) Black Pen (front pocket)<br>4.) Deck of Cards (includes Jokers) (back pocket)<br>5.) Spent Clip (0/9 bullets) (back pocket)<br><br><strong>Current HP/SP Status:</strong><br>Body Points - 166/166<br>Stamina Points - 160/160<br>Status - Top Shape (128-160 SP)</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Homebrew] Survival IC: The Endless Days - Surviving the Slaughter</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Laz</strong> on <strong>10-07-2011, 12:16:38</strong>
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				[Luck Check for Attempt. = Fail] Average Items.<br><br>Contents of Rack:<br>- Glock Handgun Clip (9/9)<br>- Sawed Off Shotgun. (2/2) (Takes only one Space) Unique Modifier = Can kill two Zombies with one shell, if they are close enough (melee range.)<br>- A Box of Shotgun Shells. (12)<br><br>The second rack contained a few useful items, but weren't as great as before. In closer inspection of the outer room, there was a security camera up on the corner ceiling. it did indicate judging from the red light, that it was functional and turned on. Was there anyone watching the surveillance monitors from the other side of that blast door? However there was no response from the door and It wasn't a good sign. either the survivors in the bunker aren't taking any chance of letting the new survivors enter without confirming that the group have quarantined the zombies outside or they just don't want to risk anything and let them die. period. One thing is for certain though. <br><br>They are being watched..<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Homebrew] Survival IC: The Endless Days - Surviving the Slaughter</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>10-07-2011, 19:02:45</strong>
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				"I'm worried...you'd think somebody this good," he'd say, while looking over the medals and stuff. "Would have made it."He shrugged his shoulders, and watched as the bouncer went and took a look at the SMG, then handed it back to him. He'd set it back inside the locker for now. As much as he might want to, he knew he wouldn't be able to carry it right now. <br><br>He reached into his pocket, and withdrew the small tube of glucose tablets once more, popping one out directly into his mouth. It was while he was doing this that he caught sight of the camera, and heard what Ricky had to say "I'd rather you be with us when we go poking around the building. You're a damn good shot, and besides, you shouldn't stay here all alone. Horror movies, man. Never split up." He said with a laugh, that was cut short by a declaration of <em>firing a shot!</em><br><br>He winced a bit from the gunshots. Having sensitive hearing is not all its cracked up to be, especially when people are firing guns close to you. "If their's anybody inside, Ricky, I'm pretty sure they can see us..." He'd point to the camera, with the balefully red glowing light indicating that it was working. <br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Inventory and Character Status</div><div class="spoiler_body">Standard issue Handgun [1/9 ammo]<br>Insulin Pump (Battery life: 17 days, insulin reservoir: 197/300 units)<br>Continuous blood glucose monitor (Battery life: 17 days)<br>Glucose Tablets (x15)<br>Three vials of Humalog (2,800 units)<br><br>Current HP/SP Status:<br>Body Points:&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;90/90<br>Stamina Points&nbsp; &nbsp; 62/62<br>Status: Tired<br></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Homebrew] Survival IC: The Endless Days - Surviving the Slaughter</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>10-07-2011, 21:20:41</strong>
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				&nbsp;She looked at the big doors as they opened to reveal another door.&nbsp; She looked into the room with the rest and felt a giant question mark pop up over her head.&nbsp; What the hell?&nbsp; Why would there need to be lockers in this area?&nbsp; It didn't really make sense.<br><br>Lauren stood back from Red as he whacked the lock with his gun, standing behind him as he broke the lock and didn't discharge a bullet.&nbsp; She looked in with him.&nbsp; Weapons and awards.&nbsp; The puzzling existence of the lockers in the safety lock continued.&nbsp; She looked around the room as Ricky moved in to examine the guns.&nbsp; <br><br>She suspected whomever had been here before had been in a great rush, grabbed what they could and took off.&nbsp; The question was, which way did they go; out or in?&nbsp; And, another question would be Who were they.&nbsp; There wasn't the destruction of what zombies would do.<br><br>TUrning her back to the group, Lauren was shocked when the gun was fired.&nbsp; The reverberating echo made her clap her hands over her ears.&nbsp; She looked at Ricky in horror.&nbsp; What if he'd missed the lock and the bullet ricocheted?&nbsp; Did people not think?&nbsp; She dug her pencil out of her back pocket and worked the pocket clip off, breaking it with repeated bending.&nbsp; She looked at it, but it wasn't long enough for her purposes...though, it could be used to steady and turn the lock if she found something long enough...&nbsp; Her face went blank and&nbsp; she turned away from the people once more, doing the contortions known to womankind and pulling her bra out from under her shirts.&nbsp; She pushed at the underwire and it popped through the worn fabric.&nbsp; Lauren slid it out and then shoved the damaged garment into her pocket along with her Zen.&nbsp; <br><br>Dropping to a knee in front of one of the lockers, Lauren first bent the clip to a 90 degree angle, slipping it into the top of the hole on the lock, holding it steady while she wormed the wire into the hole, jiggling and pressing it various ways.&nbsp; If she had time, she could file the edges to highs and lows...for now, she'd hope for luck to be good this time and for there to be food in the locker as Red crunched more tablets.<br><br>(6 needed, <strong>rolled a 9</strong> Hip hip hooray!?)<br><br>She hung the lock on a belt loop, never knowing when you might want to lock something for good, and pulled the locker latch up and stepped back with the door, hoping there wasn't a booby trap, but taking that possibility into account and getting out of direct-blast range.&nbsp; <br><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Stats and Inventory</div><div class="spoiler_body">Inventory<br>Handgun 5/9 rounds<br>Hamlet<br>Underwire bra.&nbsp; (stretchy lace, wires, hooks, eyes...)<br>Mechanical Pencil (clipless)<br>MP3 Player loaded with the best music.<br><br>HP: 147/147<br>Stamina:&nbsp; 182/182<br>Feeling: Better. </div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Homebrew] Survival IC: The Endless Days - Surviving the Slaughter</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Laz</strong> on <strong>11-07-2011, 02:57:34</strong>
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				[Luck Check for Attempt. = Fail] Average Items.<br><br>Contents of Personnel Locker:<br>- Medical kit (Compromises of alot of items that can heal 20hp whatever the wound.) Consumes 2 Inventory Spaces.<br>- Tactical Helmet<br>- Army Knife 11'<br><br>The locker wasn't extraordinary by itself. but all the medals, indicated that this was owned by one of the grunts of that special team that was supposed to be infront of the initial bunker doors to let survivors in. There was a Confidential File tucked away on the upper self of the locker. If one would open it, there will only be one file in it and one will notice that some letters have been blacked out from this report and cant be read further.<br><br>Content of Note:<br>--Directive Order A50019-- Dated two days before the incident today.<br><br>Lock-down issue imperative. Do not Inform -------- of incoming disaster. Subject -------- responded well to ------- and has been able to achieve -- -----------. The unforeseen --------- however was a minor glitch and will not affect the ------------.&nbsp; All safety personnel are advised to escort high key operatives and class A researchers to be evacuated in the bunker discreetly. Silently dispatch anyone who seems suspicious. as of now Project --------- has been successful. Please be advised, the rest of the ------ ----------- are not to be released and must be contained. Powers to the building will remain in effect till the said day. A power failure will release all ------ -------- into the building and as to prevent that, teams must secure ------- --------. Lock it ----- ---- ------ 56DBZ.<br><br>Should a ------------ breach arises, safety personnels are authorized to use lethal forced immediately. ------ ------ are well ------ --------- and has been ------- to perfection. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Homebrew] Survival IC: The Endless Days - Surviving the Slaughter</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>11-07-2011, 04:56:00</strong>
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				Lauren looked in and pulled a face.&nbsp; Nothing of any value.&nbsp; She checked the medical kit and set it in the bottom of the locker.&nbsp; Glancing at the medals, she didn't even want to know who they had belonged to.&nbsp; She flipped over a helmet, hoping it hid something.&nbsp; Nada.<br><br>Great.&nbsp; Ruined a perfectly good bra for nothing.&nbsp; <br><br>The knife would only be of use to her if they needed to cut something.&nbsp; Anyone so close to her that she could stab with said knife might be able to disarm her and use it on her...being that they were so close.&nbsp; <br><br>She stood on tip toe and felt around on the top shelf, feeling something papery.&nbsp; She pulled down a file and read the lone item.<br><br>"Jesus Fucking Christ," she muttered over the atrocious grammar.&nbsp; The gist of the message wasn't any great surprise, if you could read between the redacted lines.&nbsp; Those who had, kept it.&nbsp; Those who didn't got fucked over.<br><br>She turned to Red and handed him the file.&nbsp; "No food. A big knife and a medical kit, and a funky helmet.&nbsp; But, there is this file: What's your take?"<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Stats and Inventory</div><div class="spoiler_body">Inventory<br>Handgun 5/9 rounds<br>Hamlet<br>Underwire bra.&nbsp; (stretchy lace, wires, hooks, eyes...)<br>Mechanical Pencil (clipless)<br>MP3 Player loaded with the best music.<br><br>HP: 147/147<br>Stamina:&nbsp; 182/182<br>Feeling: Better. </div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Homebrew] Survival IC: The Endless Days - Surviving the Slaughter</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>11-07-2011, 05:30:57</strong>
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				"if you want that sub-machine gun in the locker I picked out, I'll trade ya for the knife. Just don't go rock'n'roll on full auto; that only works in movies." He said with a slight chuckle, meaning it both as a caution and joke, oddly enough; and he hoped she didn't find offense with his words. He said it more out of care and concern than trying to imply she wouldn't know how to handle it.<br><br>He would accept the file from Lauren, and read over it briefly. He practically glares daggers at the expunged text. "I'm going to guess that our world just became much more like a horror movie, and that this hints at some sort of government or big business conspiracy. 56DBZ sounds like a code or password for something, so I suggest we all dedicate that string of numbers and letters to memory." He said all this without any hint of joking, even the bit about it being like a movie; because from Red's perspective, that's exactly how he saw it. <br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Inventory and Character Status</div><div class="spoiler_body">Standard issue Handgun [1/9 ammo]<br>Insulin Pump (Battery life: 17 days, insulin reservoir: 197/300 units)<br>Continuous blood glucose monitor (Battery life: 17 days)<br>Glucose Tablets (x15)<br>Three vials of Humalog (2,800 units)<br><br>Current HP/SP Status:<br>Body Points:&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;90/90<br>Stamina Points&nbsp; &nbsp; 62/62<br>Status: Tired<br></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Homebrew] Survival IC: The Endless Days - Surviving the Slaughter</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>johnny5</strong> on <strong>16-07-2011, 07:13:12</strong>
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				Dave took a deep cleansing breath trying to contain his excitement. He had always wondered exactly what they'd been up to here and now was the perfect excuse to find out, he watched with a wry smirk as the others looted the lockers. He slid over next to Atlanta his voice low. "Looks like were not going to get any further this way. How fast do you think you could get that engine installed?"<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Inventory and status</div><div class="spoiler_body">Handgun with 1/9 shots, Zippo, Cigarette case with 20 Djarum Blacks,Half bag of weed, Quarter of mushrooms<br>HP 135/135 SP 98/98 Top Shape</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Homebrew] Survival IC: The Endless Days - Surviving the Slaughter</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TanaSilver</strong> on <strong>16-07-2011, 09:26:34</strong>
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				While the others went at the lockers, Cassie leaned against the door a moment, her palms stinging from striking against it. Why wouldn't the people inside just open the door?<br><br>She had little interest in the weapons, and was still in shock that she had shot the beast outside. She had been shown how to use a gun, and actually wasn't a bad shot, but Cassie just wanted to get through that door and into safety. Some place quiet and dark.<br><br>She walked out of the little room and back out to the larger entry point, taking a deep breath.
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Homebrew] Survival IC: The Endless Days - Surviving the Slaughter</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MistressofPen</strong> on <strong>20-07-2011, 07:52:23</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=111619.msg4911006#msg4911006">Quote from: TheHangedMan on 11-07-2011, 05:30:57</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"if you want that sub-machine gun in the locker I picked out, I'll trade ya for the knife. Just don't go rock'n'roll on full auto; that only works in movies." He said with a slight chuckle, meaning it both as a caution and joke, oddly enough; and he hoped she didn't find offense with his words. He said it more out of care and concern than trying to imply she wouldn't know how to handle it.<br><br>He would accept the file from Lauren, and read over it briefly. He practically glares daggers at the expunged text. "I'm going to guess that our world just became much more like a horror movie, and that this hints at some sort of government or big business conspiracy. 56DBZ sounds like a code or password for something, so I suggest we all dedicate that string of numbers and letters to memory." He said all this without any hint of joking, even the bit about it being like a movie; because from Red's perspective, that's exactly how he saw it. <br><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Inventory and Character Status</div><div class="spoiler_body">Standard issue Handgun [1/9 ammo]<br>Insulin Pump (Battery life: 17 days, insulin reservoir: 197/300 units)<br>Continuous blood glucose monitor (Battery life: 17 days)<br>Glucose Tablets (x15)<br>Three vials of Humalog (2,800 units)<br><br>Current HP/SP Status:<br>Body Points:&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;90/90<br>Stamina Points&nbsp; &nbsp; 62/62<br>Status: Tired<br></div></div></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Lauren shook her head.&nbsp; "I'm not real fond of guns.&nbsp; And, nothing here will get us in there or out of here...safely.&nbsp; Have at it, Red."&nbsp; She sighed, having hoped for sustenance to help her friend.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Stats and Inventory</div><div class="spoiler_body">Inventory<br>Handgun 5/9 rounds<br>Hamlet<br>Underwire bra.&nbsp; (stretchy lace, wires, hooks, eyes...)<br>Mechanical Pencil (clipless)<br>MP3 Player loaded with the best music.<br><br>HP: 147/147<br>Stamina:&nbsp; 182/182<br>Feeling: Better. </div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Homebrew] Survival IC: The Endless Days - Surviving the Slaughter</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Question Mark</strong> on <strong>20-07-2011, 11:50:59</strong>
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				<strong>Ricky Mulch: Rock'n'Roll<br>In the Bunker Security Room, Town Hall</strong><br><br>Ricky picked up the handgun clip.&nbsp; Carefully, he pushed down the spring lock, catching the live rounds as they tumbled free of the slide.&nbsp; While Red and Lauren bustled over the contents of another locker, Ricky carefully reloaded his extended clip with the new bullets.&nbsp; He had gotten lucky: they were the right proportions.<br><br>When he looked back up, Red was holding a folded sheet of paper, and Lauren the SMG.&nbsp; Sliding the extended clip home into the pistol, Ricky walked over to the pair.&nbsp; The others had have left the security room, leaving only the trio.<br><br>Ricky eyed Red's face, taking in the man's expression, and then followed his gaze to the paper.&nbsp; That didn't seem good.&nbsp; The bouncer glanced at Lauren.&nbsp; "Hey, I could hold on to that if you don't want to."&nbsp; Then, at Red.&nbsp; "So, what's the paper say chef?"<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Inventory and Character Status</div><div class="spoiler_body"><span class="bbc_u">POCKETS</span><br>1.) Handgun&nbsp; (with belt-clip holster) (13/13 bullets)<br>2.) Pocket sized note pad (front pocket) (black pen attached)<br>3.) <br>4.) <br>5.) (2) Spent Clips (0/9 bullets) (back pocket) <br><br><strong>Current HP/SP Status:</strong><br>Body Points - 166/166<br>Stamina Points - 160/160<br>Status - Top Shape (128-160 SP)</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Homebrew] Survival IC: The Endless Days - Surviving the Slaughter</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>20-07-2011, 17:21:42</strong>
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				"I disagree. I think a firepower upgrade will be in our best interest. We don't even know what's down there." He nodded towards the blast door. "I'd rather have more firepower and not need it, than need it and not have it, you know?"<br><br>&nbsp;He would hand Ricky the piece of paper so that he could read it himself. "56DBZ. Notice that near the bottom? It sounds like a password to me. We should probably all dedicate it to memory." He found himself repeating, since nobody had really acknowledged him previously.<br><br>Another glucose tablet is consumed as he moved to one of the unopened lockers; the others didn't seem to much care for looting, so he took it upon himself to loot for them. (Rolled 8, needed 7). Like with the first one, he'd use his handgun as a bludgeon to destroy the cheap lock; it clatters helplessly to the ground. He opens up the locker, and is perhaps surprised to find...<br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Inventory and Character Status</div><div class="spoiler_body">Standard Issue Handgun (1/9)<br>Insulin Pump (Battery life: 17 days, insulin reservoir: 197/300 units)<br>Continuous blood glucose monitor (Battery life: 17 days)<br>Glucose Tablets (x14)<br>Three vials of Humalog (2,800 units)<br><br>Current HP/SP Status:<br>Body Points:&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;90/90<br>Stamina Points&nbsp; &nbsp; 62/62<br>Status: Tired<br></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: [Homebrew] Survival IC: The Endless Days - Surviving the Slaughter</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TanaSilver</strong> on <strong>27-07-2011, 23:17:56</strong>
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				A growing fear began to blossom in her belly that the door to the outside would suddenly spring open and all the nightmare hordes lurking on the other side would spill through. They were trapped between two doors, and surely one of them would open first, but which one?<br><br>Shaking herself from her torpor, Cassie began looking about more earnestly for a keycard. None in the lobby area, and none in the weapon room, either. She began searching about wider, her fear over the doors overcoming her fear of the unknown spaces.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Inventory and Character Status</div><div class="spoiler_body">Inventory:<br>Handgun, 7 bullets<br><br>Body Points: 93/93<br>Stamina Points: 66/66<br><br>Status: Top shape</div></div>
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