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- Try to make communications with the outside world
OOC: Try to make communications with the outside world. There is a RADIO CONTROL station set up. Unfortunately, masses of the infected wander around it. You need to sneak around the masses undetected to try to get to the top of the radio tower to work it.

[ Step 1 ] Radio tower detection is determined by how much your character is carrying.

A player character NOTHING in their (minis) inventory rolls 1d4. A victory is a 1-3

A player carrying 1 item in their minis inventory rolls 1d6. A victory is a 1-4

A player carrying 2+ items in their minis inventory rolls 1d10. A victory is a 1-5

If you roll a FAIL, the mobs of infected notice you, and begin to chase you. GAME OVER (this task is a FAIL). Otherwise, continue forward.

[ Step 2 ]

You reach the top of the radio tower. Now, you see why this is an issue. At the top of the stairs is a room, and it is filled with hundreds of different communications lines. You would have to try each one to see if it works. It would take hours, days, if not months.

Roll 1d100. Match your dice roll to the result below an RP it out. You may keep on rolling until you are satisfied with your result, and then you may leave at any point.

1- 20: You get static on your line. It didn't work.

21 - 40: You get what sounds like someone talking on the line but it is difficult to make out.

41 - 60: You hear something. Someone shouting "Hello? This is-." It gets cut off.

61 - 80: You hear something. It comes loud and clear. "This is prerecorded emergency broadcast. If you are listening to this, you are in critical danger. Find the nearest shelter immediately and hide until further authorities notify you. Do not attempt to contact local authorities. Do not leave your house. This is not a drill."

81-90: You hear something. "- supplies shipped in daily. We try to do it from the air but we don't have many choppers left. They will dwindle after a while. --- seven days --- then ----" It cuts off.

91-100: You hear something. "-- you don't know me but I'm here to help you. Don't listen to anything they tell you. They have it wrong. -- Listen closely. -- undying are not the problem. The thorns are. They cannot be destroyed. Avoid them -- contagious -- do not touch. -- spread. That's how the virus replicates. -- too late for you. They will not let you leave."

Mission Bonus: +1 random clothing item. Pick it up here after dropping off the form below.
Faction Bonus:+ 1 bonus district point in your choice (drop off using the bonus district points form in your main faction info thread)
Difficulty: gaia_star gaia_star

Harvard finally made it to the top and decided that at least, since the undying came, he'd not had to worry about any sort of middle-aged paunch coming to his stomach. The growing scarcity of food and the additional exercise were (ironically) just what the doctor ordered. Of course, not in the manner that this doctor wished. He rubbed the back of his neck briefly before opening the door.

And groaned.

Okay, this was too much. Cables and connections wound around the room like dormant snakes. It would take days, months to try each one and hope there was some connection or that someone was broadcasting on that particular radio wave. So much work. He raised his eyebrow and decided. One. He would try once and be done. It would count as doing his part. Once. He reached out.

Static. Harvard wiggled things a little bit. It... there was almost a voice.... almost. And it was gone. He frowned and threw up his arm. Okay, that was his one good try. He was done. Calmly, he flipped off the room and left.