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 Posted: Fri Sep 18, 2015 12:37 pm
Description: Unfortunately for survivors, the mall was built to let people in instead of keeping people out. There are numerous entrances and exits scattered around the mall, and that doesn’t even include the direct entrances and exits some stores have. Everyone agrees that a lock isn’t enough. Rather than have the worst happen, everyone is encouraged to scavenge and locate what they can from the mall and use it to help barricade and block off entrances. At least one entrance has been barricaded and set up to use as a main entrance and exit. The rest need to be reinforced.
Goal: RP your survivor finding something to help barricade the mall. It can be a table or chairs from one of the many stores, or even one of the stands out in the middle of the mall floor. Have them add it to a barricade. There are barricades that lead directly to the mall, as well as barricades within stores themselves.
First time doing this quest? Please write a minimum of 100 words for 1 Arcade Token.
Repeating? Minimum word count jumps up to 300 in order to claim your 1 Arcade Token.
Feeling wordy? Go above and beyond the bare minimum for additional tokens! You need to meet this word count while doing the quest, so no going back to pad your quest to claim tokens! These token bonuses do not stack, so you can't write 100 words to claim 1 token, then add 300 words to claim 2 more tokens.
500 words = 2 Arcade Tokens.
600 words = 3 Arcade Tokens.
700 words = 4 Arcade Tokens.
800 words = 5 Arcade Tokens.
Stumped? Now’s a great time for your character to reflect on the crazy things that have gone down. Maybe they’re upset and need to calm down by nailing things into the barricade. Maybe they’re feeling creative and think the barricades could use more color and decide to go crazy with some glitter glue. The only requirement (aside from the word count) is that your character is doing something to improve the barricades protecting them and everyone else from the infected.
Whistle While You Work: Doing stuff alone is fine, but you don’t have to solo! Feel free to play along with some friends as you work together. The word count can be spread out throughout your total posts for the day.
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Posted: Fri Sep 18, 2015 11:51 pm
After the scare with the gun toting bandits of earlier that day, G-Man thought that it might be prudent to help fortify a few of the barriers around the mall. He had, of course, done his part back at the beginning of all of this, but with the break in,things obviously weren't quite so secure as they had all thought.
He wondered if maybe there was an entrance somewhere that they didn't know about. Something secret, something they hadn't thought of. But no, surely Guy or even Rich would know every nook and cranny of the mall. There was no way they would have missed anything!
Having wandered around to each of the malls main entrances, there was one in particular that G-Man felt could use a little bit more reinforcement. The question than became what, however, he would find. Most of the mall had been picked apart already, and now that the shops were open, he was sure it would only be picked apart more as everyone set up their own little places to live.
Huffing out a sigh, G-Man turned to the task of figuring out what best to fortify the barricade with. After a while, he decided that he did not quite have the energy needed to move one of the stalls by himself, and that it would likely be better for him to simply carry over a few chairs from the food court. Supplies were running low, and it wouldn't do to burn off too many precious calories or expend too much of his strength, when they could find themselves under attack again, at a moments notice, or possibly even less notice than that.
The hike back to the foodcourt was not a long one, but it did give him time to think over the days events. Seven days, Guy had said. G had heard him just before he had entered The Winchester. Seven more days and what? This was all just going to be over and done with? Help was going to swoop in and save them all? Even with his constant, outward optimism, G-Man found that pretty hard to believe. Wasn't it just like those shows his mom was always watching? That...what was it called again...Walking Dead? Anytime those guys thought that they were safe, secure, or that there was an end in sight, s**t always went South instead. Always. And then it was just wam bam! Dead. Eaten alive. Shot in the head. Or maybe something even more gruesome or horrific.
It always ended the same way.
Trudging back to the barrier with chairs procured, G-Man placed them with careful diligence, and then went back to get more. He made this trip three times before he was satisfied, thoughts of the previous nature running through his head continuously as he did so. When he was finished, he came to the conclusion that worrying over this seven days business was quite possibly pointless. Stressing wasn't going to get him anywhere. He needed a distraction. He needed something fun. They all did, really.
And he knew just what he wanted. The trick was actually getting it.
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