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Gamma Squad HOME BASE:



Welcome to the Gamma Squad HOME BASE:. Inside the home base tent are a couple cots in addition to tables holding about a week's worth of simple supplies, though there is no food around. For some reason with this gask mask on, you never feel hungry. Or thirsty. Or like you need to use the bathroom, though you still feel sleepy from time to time and worn out. The home base itself is a simple tent, easily identifiable by its bright olive material.

SUPPLIES:

Your home base shelter for your group comes equipped with all necessary supplies. Inside the accommodating tent lie three tables. The first table simply contains exactly twelve first aid kits, all neatly organized in rows of six, one for each person.

The second table seems to have been organized with a fair amount of dedication, on each backpack is written only a number. Once again, there are exactly twelve backpacks, organized in rows of six.

The last table is the simplest of all and simply contains one map.








There is no marking as to where their home camp could possibly be located, and no warnings as to the terrain around them.

((OOC: ICly post to pick up your supplies, and ROLL ONE 6-sided dice to determine your weapon that is in the bag you randomly picked up:

1- A handgun, but it is full of rubber pellets
2- A small dagger
3 - Extra bandages
4 - A small hand club
5 - A wooden stake
6. Small nunchucks

Please go to the Battle rules to make sure you read up on HOW TO BATTLE, and what effect your weapon has. ))

It is NOT SAFE to linger too long at home base, you can and will be attacked anywhere, including your home base should an intruder decide to step into this thread. How you want to travel and approach things is up to you, but make sure if you leave the thread note EXIT THREAD in your post to do so.

exclaim At no point can your character be in two threads at once - doing so without GM approval can and will get your banned from this event. exclaim

((γ II Entering the scene))

Groggy after being asleep for some undetermined amount of time, γ II pushed him... her?... no himself to his feet. Had that classroom thing been a dream? It didn't seem to be the case as he felt the gas mask at his face, not to mention there were others wearing the outfit he had seen. He felt a slight buzz at his belt and proceeded to look to see a cellphone strapped to it. As disoriented as he was right now, he grabbed a hold of it and saw a few texts there.

This had to be some sort of messed up joke. Only thirteen to survive? Possibly less if more reach the end goal, whatever that was? It had to be some kind of sick game show. There were probably hidden cameras all around. There was just no way people could just be killed off... right?

Shaking his head to himself, he looked around the homebase, seeing a table of supplies. Well at least they had been provided first aid kits. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all! Then again... were they really being supplied weapons as well? Making his way over, he went and grabbed his med pack and bag, checking its contents to find... a gun inside.

Ok, this thing had to not really be loaded. Turning away from the others, he went on and tried to fire once finding that it was loaded, but filled with pellets rather than bullets. That was, somewhat of a relief.

"Hey uh... do any of you guys remember anything? I think.. I bumped my head or something," he asked while turning towards the others in the tent.

γ VIII entering area...

Her hands trembled as she read over the text message. How could so many days be lost already? How long did a day even last? She fumbled to put her phone away and approached the tables the others seemed involved with. One of the bags thereon held her name, and she opened it gently to find... what was this? The first aid kits, those would come in handy, but what was this? A stake? Hands still shaking, she replaced all of her items and gravitated toward two of the others, a man and perhaps a woman. They both had weapons. They would be valuable allies.

She stood beside the man and inclined her head slightly. It was no use asking if he knew what was happening, they were all in the same terrifying boat.

"I'm Gamma Eight," she said to nobody in particular, pulling her arms around her and shifting her bag.

(( γ VII Entering! ))

Groggy, so groggy...

And warm, so warm! The urge to pull off the mask and get a nice, deep breath of fresh air was intense, but considering the warning that had been passed to them earlier...yeah, there was no way that was happening. The mask was staying on, and despite the heat in the armour, that was staying on too.

"Christ! Warn everyone!" Came a muffled male voice shortly after the female - XII, was it? - cried out. Dusting off his armoured arms as thought it would do something, he moved to both grab and investigate his own bag.

A Dagger?

Hrm.

VII looked at it, sliding it from one hand to the other, letting the hilt roll across his palms. Daggers...damnit, he really didn't want to have to get in close to whatever - or whoever - they were going to be fighting. But if that was the only option...

"Yeah, I got nuthin' either..." The mummbled voice trailed off as he pulled the cell phone from his belt, scrolling through the messages a little belatedly.

"...Only thirteen will make it...?"

A soft buzzing noise distracted y I for a moment, and she pulled the phone from where it was clipped, tilting her head and then moving the phone about until she could read the texts properly.

'What the..'
Well, she could at least work this, and so had obviously not forgotten much more than who she was. Her name wasn't really y I was it? If she could take the mask off, maybe see who she was..but they'd been told not to.

'Did you all get a weapon?' she asked, frowning, though it would not be visible. Great; well, if anyone needed a wound dressing she would be right there. Or something. It wasn't like she could cause a 'gauze' injury, and she felt frustration at being at a disadvantage from the beginning.

((γ IV entering the area))

Bang! The sound of a gunshot filled the tent, cutting into γ IV’s dreamless sleep and dragging her towards consciousness.

Uggh… Where was she? Eyes opened, but that didn’t help her. She was staring up at a plain canvas ceiling, no identifying marks of any kind there. She tried to remember, who was she? Why had she ended up here? Wherever here was. Unfortunately the only thing she could remember was waking up in a panic with the gas mask on. That thought sent a shudder down her spine. She still wanted to rip the mask off, but she remembered the words of warning she had been given. Take the mask off and you die. A little extreme, but it got the message across.

The next thing she remembered was the classroom, the voice had mentioned a test. But she had gotten the feeling that the test it mentioned wouldn’t be one you could take with a pencil and paper. She went over everything she was told again and again, but there wasn’t too much to help her. Only that she had apparently agreed to come here at some point, at that she had a number…what number? γ IV. She wasn’t sure exactly how she knew, but it was a relief to at least have some kind of identification. Now she just had to, what was it? Earn her name? She had no idea what that meant, but she had the feeling it didn’t include just lying around staring at the ceiling.

With a groan she pushed herself up and then looked around, half surprised to see other people. She had almost forgotten that they were other ‘candidates’. What the hell were they candidates for though? She tried again to remember anything about the form she had been told she signed, or what her life was like before she woke up wearing a gas mask, but it was like staring into a black hole. No matter how hard she tried she couldn’t come up with any images or memories and if she kept going like that it was just going to exhaust her.

Cursing silently she looked around, eyes flicking from person to person, reading the numbers on their helmets. After the numbers she noticed some of them had weapons (one of them must have woken her up). s**t. This was serious. A hand lifted to twist fingers in her hair, a subconscious nervous twitch from a life she didn’t remember. Of course there was no hair to twist and her hand fell to her side. Shaking herself she tried to get into a stronger frame of mind, she could do this she could survive….Only it was hard to survive when you couldn’t even remember who you were.

The sound of voices reached her ears through the mask and she stepped closer, eavesdropping. It seemed none of them knew where they were. She did see others glancing at cell phones, and after glancing down she realized she had one as well. Flipping it open she read the text message, her face blanching behind the mask. Only thirteen would survive? Okay, this was getting a little too freaky. What the hell had she signed up for?! Closing the text message she attempted to dial numbers into the phone, she wasn’t sure who the hell she would call, but anyone would be good right? Unfortunately no numbers appeared on screen, the cell phone seemed like it was only good for texting.

Damn it The phone was replaced on her belt and she was thoughtful for a moment, ignoring the conversation going on around her. It was then that she noticed the tables; there were packs and what looked to be first aid kits. But what was on the last table? She moved past the others, stopping in front of the last table, staring down at the map. Gloved fingers trailed over the paths on the map. She didn’t recognize any of the landmarks, or have any idea where they might be in relation to anything else. But…a map could be helpful right? There was a glance flicked over her shoulder at the others milling around, and checking out their weapons. Suddenly the text message’s words flashed in her head. ‘Only 13 of you will make it off this island’. She needed every advantage she could get. Folding the map up she held onto it tightly, with any luck no one would even notice that she took it.

Moving down the tables she found the pack marked with a IV, flipping it open to rummage around inside it. Eyes lit up behind her mask as she pulled out a dagger, it looked like she got a weapon too. She turned it over in her hands before she slid it into her belt next to her cell phone, taking the chance to slip the folded map in behind the dagger, trusting that it wouldn’t fall. Taking a step to the side she picked up a first aid kit slipping that into her pack as well. Hefting the pack up, she slid her arms through the straps the weight on her back comforting. At least she had something to call her own now, even if she couldn’t remember who she was.

Turning towards the group she realized they were making introductions, it seemed like a good idea at least to figure out who she was with. For the first time she spoke out loud, moving closer to the group. ”I’m Gamma Four.”

"Twelve," Gamma 8 replied. She had all intention of showing with fingers, but the number was a bit too high with a wooden stake in her hand. What were they going to be fighting, anyway? She looked after the other girl who had just awakened and nodded. Only thirteen would survive... but there were only twelve on their team.

"If we stick together," she reasoned, voice soft beyond the muffling effects of the mask, "We may all make it out of here a life. He has a gun, she has bandages... right?"

Honestly, she had never been in a wartime scenario... or had she? Damned if this lack of memory wasn't getting on her nerves!