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 Posted: Sat Mar 30, 2013 5:19 pm
☢ Щ ҽ ɭ ϲ ѳ ɱ ҽ ☢ ⇉ The year is 2025. It's been five years since Iran succeeded in making a nuclear weapon and tested it on America. Only five years since the beginning of World War III. Yet every where you turn there is destruction, chaos, and death. The first bomb hit the small town of Joplin, Missouri. It completely wiped out the town and affected those living in the nearby town of Neosho. Everyone died. The next bomb hit New York City. Then there was attempt on D.C. It failed luckily and we were officially at war with Iran. Many of the neighboring countries in the middle east and Europe took our side.Others took Iran's. And the rest tried to stay out of it, of course that didn't work. ⇇ ⇉ Iran and it's allies took no prisoners and it quickly became kill or be killed. It was a second cold war with invasions. Eventually the true survivors realized that the only way to live was underground, so entire cities were built below the Earth. That's where our story starts. In the underground bunker below what used to be Vegas there is a group of survivors, scrounging what they can from the area around them. But every trip above ground is dangerous and they are running out of supplies and soon they will have to move to another underground city. Yet there are enemy camps all over the country. What will happen to them?
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Posted: Sat Mar 30, 2013 6:37 pm
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Refugee - Survivor *[/align][/size] Feel free to use either an anime picture or real. I expect your bio to be at least three sentences and the personality should be at least three main character traits. As for the difference between the roles of Refugee and Survivor. A refugee is someone that stays with the survivors because they know how to survive. They generally may be considered dead weight but they are the ones that go in and collect the materials such as food, water, gas, ect. while the survivors keep an eye out for hostiles. The survivors are the ones that are the best with weapons and have been appointed to ensure the survival of the group. There can only be a maximum of 5 survivors so first come first served. Please pm me with profiles. ⇇
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Posted: Sat Mar 30, 2013 7:31 pm
☢ Ρ ɾ ѳ ғ ȋ ɭ е ȿ ☢
Ș ȗ ɾ ѵ ȋ ѵ ѳ ɾ ' ȿ Ebony Nevaeh 
Name:
Jo Harding
Age:
17
Gender:
Female
5" 1'
Weight:
112 lbs
Other Features:
Her left hip holds a tattoo of a Smith and Wesson .44 magnum revolver, her right hip has a bolt-action .300 Winchester Magnum sniper rifle tattoo, and across her entire back there is a tattoo of a cherry blossom tree. Her right ear is pierced 3 times on the lobe one in the cartilage and with an industrial piercing. Her left ear holds the same minus the industrial. She used to have her belly button pierced but it itched so she took it out and let it grow over.
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Jo is one of the few children that the government selected from a young age into a secret program where they raised them to be spies and assassins. She was taught to shoot by the time she was 6, could kill a man with her bare hands by ten, and has always been able to appear innocent and blend into her surroundings. When Iran began the attacks she was sent out to try and get as much information on the enemy as she could. When everyone was forced to move underground she was quickly appointed as one of the leaders of the group due to her multiple survival skills and instincts that came with the government training.
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Jo seems to be very cold on the exterior, in fact she has been referred to as the Ice Princess multiple times. The true side of her personality is that she is very caring and wants nothing more than to help the refugees. She feels that the incident and the reason they are hiding is her fault for not being able to detect the enemies plans and she will gladly sacrifice herself if it insures the survival of the group.
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Survivor
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Posted: Sun Mar 31, 2013 6:32 am
[ Message temporarily off-line ]
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Posted: Thu Apr 04, 2013 5:48 pm
Anyone else interested in joining?
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Posted: Thu Apr 04, 2013 7:00 pm
I would like to join, if thats alright?
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Posted: Fri Apr 05, 2013 7:26 pm
EmeraldSkulls I would like to join, if thats alright? Of course, all are welcome. I just ask you fill out the above code and pm it to me.
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Posted: Sun Apr 07, 2013 12:37 pm
Ebony Nevaeh EmeraldSkulls I would like to join, if thats alright? Of course, all are welcome. I just ask you fill out the above code and pm it to me. Will do (:
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Posted: Mon Apr 08, 2013 4:35 am
I'm waking up to ash and dust
I wipe my browxxxxxxxxxxx
I sweat my rust
I'm breathing in xxxxxxxxxxx
the chemicals I raise my flags
xxxxxxxxxxxxxDon my clothes
It's a revolution
xxxxxxxxxxxxI suppose.
We're painted red
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxto fit right in ▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇ ▇▇▇▇ ▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇ ▇▇▇▇ ▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇
✘ Ｊ ｏx Ｈ ａ ｒ ｄ ｉ ｎ ｇ ✘
Ｔ ｈ ｅxxxＩ ｃ ｅ xxx Ｐ ｒ ｉ ｎ ｃ ｅ ｓ ｓ
Ａ xxx Ｓ ｕ ｒ ｖ ｉ ｖ ｏ ｒ  ╔══ ☢ ✦ ♣ ♦ ♠ ☠ ══════════════════════════════════════════════╗
xxxxxxxxxJo sighed and leaned against the shelves as thunder rolled over head and shook the ground beneath it, shaking the shelves and swinging the lights. Once the vibrations stopped she let go of the shelves and picked up the cans that had fallen and resumed her counting. Finally she reached the dismal number that continued to shrink. Groaning she turned on her heel, flicked out the lights, and used the red emergency lights to guide her out of the storage cabinet, through the armory, and into the large common area. Looking around at the rough looking group of refugees she walked around and talked with them, hoping to raise morale. They needed to go on another raid soon, they were running dangerously low on the provisions. From her earlier count they only had enough left for roughly three more days. She knew the situation was just getting worse, more and more of the group were getting sick, and everyone was malnourished. When she was done talking to the adults she turned and made her way over to the group of children playing with empty bullet shells twisted into rough shapes of cars and dolls. She crouched down and lightly roughly one of the childrens hair. There were only five of the children left. Three little boys and two girls. Jo smiled and played with them for a while before straightening up and scanning the room for one of the other survivors, Trey, to organize the next raid. Spotting him across the common area she jogged through the camps of threadbare blankets and smoldering coals. She caught his elbow and dragged him towards the entrance to the base where her camp was. "Trey, there is only enough food left for three, maybe four days. We need to go out on another raid, especially if we are going to try and save the sick." she murmured as she glanced around to make sure the others didn't hear her. She kept and calm, cool mask in place so that the refugee's wouldn't panic. If they saw her even mildly upset that's what would happen. After all, she was the ice princess, she didn't have emotions.
╚══════════════════════════════════════════════ ☢ ✦ ♣ ♦ ♠ ☠ ══╝ I'm breaking in
shaping up then checkingxxxxxxxxxxx
out on the prison bus
I'm waking upxxxxxxxxxxx
I feel it in my bones
enough to make my systems blowxxxxxxxxxxx
this is it, the apocalypse
Welcome to the new age.xxxxxxxxxxx x☢x x☢x EmeralSkulls Just jump in whenever your ready.
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Posted: Mon Apr 08, 2013 6:50 pm
"LT"The right decision isn't always the easiest one to make From his crouched position, Winters scanned the area surrounding the entrance to the bunker. Making sure it was clear, he inched closer to the door, stopping at a black panel and intercom on the side wall before entering. Turning around once to check, he made sure the surrounding concealed no Hooligans looking to ransack his underground sanctuary. As quickly as he could, he pressed the buttons on the intercom, and the door to the bunker's heavy locks snapped open with loud clack. He threw some of the dusty dirt over the keypad to give it a look of disuse before fleeing indoors and slamming the barrier shut behind him. Coming down the hallway, the sight of Jo and another of the "defenders" of the shelter. He couldn't make out their conversation but did manage to catch something about their dwindling supplies, and word he'd grown to despise. Raid... he thought to himself, And here I thought we'd finished with that crap... Knowing his self-assigned "Secret Mission" had been blown, the LT continued down the short corridor until he was met with Jo and Trey. "Raid... By raid I seriously hope you don't mean cracking somebody's vault... " he started quietly, all the while pulling off his bag "I may not have grabbed very much other than some trinkets, two bottles of Ibuprofen, alcohol, and a first aid kit; but in terms of medicine... I'll be able to keep the sick around just a little longer..." He'd said this in a melancholy sort of way, as ultimately he didn't see many of their sick living past the end of the week because of their poor nutrition, but still acknowledging the fact that they'd be alive for a short time longer. Winters then opened the bag in a way as to show his retrieved medical gear, as well as one can of beans, a bottle of whiskey, a few toys, and four shaving kits that he'd managed to pick up on his run.
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Posted: Mon Apr 08, 2013 7:05 pm
I'm waking up to ash and dust
I wipe my browxxxxxxxxxxx
I sweat my rust
I'm breathing in xxxxxxxxxxx
the chemicals I raise my flags
xxxxxxxxxxxxxDon my clothes
It's a revolution
xxxxxxxxxxxxI suppose.
We're painted red
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxto fit right in ▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇ ▇▇▇▇ ▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇ ▇▇▇▇ ▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇
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Ｔ ｈ ｅxxxＩ ｃ ｅ xxx Ｐ ｒ ｉ ｎ ｃ ｅ ｓ ｓ
Ａ xxx Ｓ ｕ ｒ ｖ ｉ ｖ ｏ ｒ ╔══ ☢ ✦ ♣ ♦ ♠ ☠ ══════════════════════════════════════════════╗
xxxxxxxxxJo looked up at the sound of Winters voice. Listening to him say her had grabbed medicine the ice princess nodded to him and grabbed his shoulder, surprisingly gently, as she took the bag and sorted through it. The skin on her forehead crinkled as she took a mental invantory. She nodded sharply to herself and handed back the bag. "Not raid in that sense. We need to make another trip to the top to gather supplies." she clarified for him as she looked towards the entrance of the bunker. Sighing she nodded to both of them before pulling out the small emergency radio that was broken into the Iraq signal and American. She pulled out some headphones, where only one ear worked, and turned the radio on. listening to the senseless gibber of the foreign language before she heard the one word she had learned. Elquandalia. Bomb. She immediately jumped up and started sliding the heavy steel doors for bombings shut. "Bomb!" she shouted as the doors slowly started to slide together from her insistent pushing.
╚══════════════════════════════════════════════ ☢ ✦ ♣ ♦ ♠ ☠ ══╝ I'm breaking in
shaping up then checkingxxxxxxxxxxx
out on the prison bus
I'm waking upxxxxxxxxxxx
I feel it in my bones
enough to make my systems blowxxxxxxxxxxx
this is it, the apocalypse
Welcome to the new age.xxxxxxxxxxxx☢xx☢x
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Posted: Tue Apr 09, 2013 6:08 pm
"LT"The right decision isn't always the easiest one to make Winters ran at the other door, using his weight to slide it forward as much as he could. When the two doors met, he grabbed Jo, and threw her to the ground. He jumped onto her in an attempt to shield her from the radiation, should the doors shielding fail. The bombs thundered overhead and Jake tried to flatten himself around her form even more. The ground shortly after stopped shaking, and he rolled himself off her. "Sorry about that... Are you alright?" He asked standing up and pulling off his desert Ghillie Suit's headpiece and top.
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Posted: Tue Apr 09, 2013 6:21 pm
I'm waking up to ash and dust
I wipe my browxxxxxxxxxxx
I sweat my rust
I'm breathing in xxxxxxxxxxx
the chemicals I raise my flags
xxxxxxxxxxxxxDon my clothes
It's a revolution
xxxxxxxxxxxxI suppose.
We're painted red
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxto fit right in ▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇ ▇▇▇▇ ▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇ ▇▇▇▇ ▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇
✘ Ｊ ｏx Ｈ ａ ｒ ｄ ｉ ｎ ｇ ✘
Ｔ ｈ ｅxxxＩ ｃ ｅ xxx Ｐ ｒ ｉ ｎ ｃ ｅ ｓ ｓ
Ａ xxx Ｓ ｕ ｒ ｖ ｉ ｖ ｏ ｒ ╔══ ☢ ✦ ♣ ♦ ♠ ☠ ══════════════════════════════════════════════╗
xxxxxxxxxJo watched as the doors slammed shut and realized a moment too late that Trey was trapped outside. She felt herself suddenly be thrown down and a hard body pressed over her, shielding her from anything that might have come through the doors. When the floor stopped shaking and the body got off her she jumped up and moved to the doors. The radiation wouldn't have sunk past the first layer of steel but the shock waves might have killed Trey. She heaved against the doors again, opening them enough so she could squeeze through. When she did she grabbed her flashlight and looked around the entrance tunnel, spotting a heap against the wall she felt her face slip into an emotionless mask to hide her sorrow at the loss of her friend. Heading over to the corpse she identified it as Trey. She closed her eyes and stood, going back through the doors and shutting them. "It's fine." she said hoarsely as she looked over the group, all of which were looking at her curiously. She cleared her throat and looked them over. "We are almost out of food again. I need volunteers to go up to the surface and gather more supplies" she said softly, but her voice carried in the sudden silence. When the ice princess spoke you listened, or you may end up dead.
╚══════════════════════════════════════════════ ☢ ✦ ♣ ♦ ♠ ☠ ══╝ I'm breaking in
shaping up then checkingxxxxxxxxxxx
out on the prison bus
I'm waking upxxxxxxxxxxx
I feel it in my bones
enough to make my systems blowxxxxxxxxxxx
this is it, the apocalypse
Welcome to the new age.xxxxxxxxxxxx☢xx☢x
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Posted: Tue Apr 09, 2013 7:58 pm
"LT"The right decision isn't always the easiest one to make Winters listened to Jo for a moment and contemplated going out for the run... sighed as he'd morosely shambled over to the over to the rest of the survivors. He'd set out the bottles of ibuprofen, along with the whiskey next to the dying sick. He whispered instructions to the oldest of the three children before moving to the storage area and pulling a body bag out of the tool closet. Moving back into the main area of the bunker, his eyes carried over the other survivors... These people would never survive... Even out on a simple supply run... He thought as he quietly stood with the remaining survivors. "Well, I guess there's no way around it... I'll go with you, since Trey well... Isn't coming back. " He said as he started walking towards the entrance and preparing to drag Trey's body to the incinerator... He never did get used to bodies, even after all the guys who went stiff back when he did para-rescue in the Air Force.
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Posted: Sun Apr 14, 2013 6:46 am
I'm waking up to ash and dust
I wipe my browxxxxxxxxxxx
I sweat my rust
I'm breathing in xxxxxxxxxxx
the chemicals I raise my flags
xxxxxxxxxxxxxDon my clothes
It's a revolution
xxxxxxxxxxxxI suppose.
We're painted red
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxto fit right in ▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇ ▇▇▇▇ ▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇ ▇▇▇▇ ▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇▇
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Ｔ ｈ ｅxxxＩ ｃ ｅ xxx Ｐ ｒ ｉ ｎ ｃ ｅ ｓ ｓ
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xxxxxxxxxJo looked over the group of her volunteers and then looked to the others. it was always the same five. When Winters volunteered she nodded, she had expected as much. He did prfer to help than to sit around and use of the supplies like others. Jo closed her eyes momentarily and took a deep breath before she went outside with Winters and helped him move Trey into the body bag and carry him to the incinerator. As her friends body turned to ashes a steely glint became apparent in her eyes. "These bastards," she said looking to the entrance of the bunker showing he was talking about the Iranians, "are going to die." she growled before stalking back into the bunker and breezing past everyone else to the armory, where she began to load up on weapons for the trip. When she came back out she had every weapon from gun to blade, and then some. Yet despite her heavy arming she knew she would be carrying back probably twice what the others did, because that was her way. She moved to the bunker entrance where the others had empty sacks and were lightly armed in case something were to happen to her. She took a sack and placed it in her belt, gesturing the rest of them out and to wait for her she turned to the rest that decided to stay behind. She nodded to the girl taking care of the children to take them elsewhere so they wouldn't have to hear what she was about to say. "In all my days I have never see such a pathetic lot. None of you have an excuse except our children and our elderly yet every single time you willingly throw forward those five to go out and possibly die while you sit here, twiddle your thumbs, and use up the supplies they risk their lives to get. From now on everyone will be receiving training and i will select random groups to go out on these with me so everyone participates in keeping this group alive. Anyone that protests, feel free to leave. " she declared before heading out to where the group was waiting for her. "Let's go"
╚══════════════════════════════════════════════ ☢ ✦ ♣ ♦ ♠ ☠ ══╝ I'm breaking in
shaping up then checkingxxxxxxxxxxx
out on the prison bus
I'm waking upxxxxxxxxxxx
I feel it in my bones
enough to make my systems blowxxxxxxxxxxx
this is it, the apocalypse
Welcome to the new age.xxxxxxxxxxxx☢xx☢x
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