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Hermit Omega Vice Captain
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 Posted: Sun May 01, 2011 2:56 pm
Desolation
In the midst of the week he shall cause the sacrifice and the oblation to cease; and upon the wing of abominations shall come one that maketh desolate; and even unto the full end, and that determined, shall wrath be poured out upon the desolate.
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Posted: Sat May 07, 2011 8:57 pm
Story
Civilization has ended. Religious folk called it the apocalypse, Judgment Day, the end of the world. This was an overstatement. The world moved on, that was the point. Earth had grown tired of us it seemed. It decided the reign of mankind was over, and lashed out. Ancient mythology spoke of earth as a goddess, we all laughed at the silly superstitions. Yet we were all shoved into our place. Mother earth, slowly took her revenge.
There were earthquakes, storms, tsunami’s the usual. When we all banded together, we made it through. Mother earth was not deterred by this. We all ended up crammed together in the center of the states, packed in like cattle. This was our real undoing. Unsanitary conditions, living in filth with barely drinkable water. She unleashed a plague. Not a bad case of stomach flu, we are talking bubonic, black death. We called it “The Cleansing.” Within a few months, the feeble population that had inherited the earth, was reduced to nearly nothing. There was no political system, morality was forgotten. The survivors, those immune, scattered. Years went by, new generations were born, those generations fought. The world became a complete war zone.
No longer did man work together, they fought to survive. There was no coinciding, the temptation for power was just too strong. The crazier and more brutal you are, the better your chances of survival. The more psychopaths you get under your wing, the stronger you are. Chaos reigned supreme. Cities rose and fell. Always there were people who had good intentions, came together, only to be torn apart by gangs.
Few Micro-Nations did arise, and made there marks. On constant war with the gangs of the world. Nevertheless they did manage to survive, building bigger and bigger walls to the outside, growing more and more suspicious of anyone and everyone.
Mother Earth struck again. Nobody knew where they came from, but they were of obvious human origin. Creatures of tooth and claw. It is assumed that unwatched nuclear reactors have melted down, and radiation had messed with the gene pool. Nobody knows for sure. Swarms of humanoid creatures that would assault settlements, kill, rape and maim anyone they got their hands on.
Animals too seemed to start getting bigger and more ferocious. The plants became hungry for flesh, and the world became a beautiful wasteland. Some parts of the world began to rain 95percent of the year, creating vast jungles. The rest of the world became a barren wasteland. Mankind places it self between the extremes.
This story takes place along the rocky mountains of what once was North America. Where it rains enough for crops to grow, but not enough for the jungle beasts to thrive.
This story begins in New Glory, a small settlement along a freeway. Heavily armored, after the founders raided what was once an army base. A nameless gang has been randomly attacking the outskirts of new glory, and the people are hiring extra firepower, not wanting to loose their security.
The start of much greater events begins in New Glory…. Will you be there?
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Hermit Omega Vice Captain
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Hermit Omega Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat May 07, 2011 9:47 pm
Setting
Location:
The story begins in New Glory, where city officials are hiring people to assist in it's defense. It is a rather small settlement, housing made out of the skeletons of the buildings that housed the dead civilization. There is much farmland outlying New Glory, and it is the smallest of the 7 settlements that have hopes to usher on a new age of civilization.
Technology:
All the technology we have today exists, but there is little to no electricity, gasoline is available but only for the rich. Bullets are plentiful, though most people have resorted to modifying their guns to shoot balls of lead or molten metal, as bullets rise in price.
Politics:
The city is run by a council of representatives of the different factions of the city, such as farming, mercantile, security, ect. Committing a crime will require you to pay a fine, or stay in jail. If it is heinous enough you will be banished. If you try to attack someone, they have the right to defend themselves and kill you. Money comes in the form of coins stamped with the official seal of whatever settlement you are in. Old cash from the lost civilization can be exchanged for the modern currency.
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Posted: Sun May 08, 2011 8:34 pm
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Hermit Omega Vice Captain
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Hermit Omega Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun May 08, 2011 8:35 pm
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Posted: Sun May 08, 2011 8:37 pm
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Hermit Omega Vice Captain
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Hermit Omega Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun May 08, 2011 8:38 pm
Vertigo stood over the corpse that lay on the side of the road. It had it’s face torn off by carrion birds, blackened in the sun. He was deep in the desert, heading west, only he had encountered an obstacle. He had encountered many on his journey, he wouldn’t let it denture him. There was a giant precipice that carved it’s way across where the freeway was supposed to be. When he stopped and tried to decide exactly what to do about it, he came across the corpse. He walked back over to his shiny black Lincoln Premiere, his beautiful beautiful road machine. It’s name was The Beast, sprayed onto the hood like a blood splatter. He reached in over the back door to his one of his briefcases. He flipped it open and took a handful of a black-tar like substance. A combination of psilocybin extracted from copious amounts of cubensis, mescaline extracted from a cache of peyote he had found several settlements back, and resin he scraped from used cannabis pipes. He didn’t like smoking weed, but the resin made a good adhesive for sticking the chemicals together.
He stuck it in mouth and chewed it like chewing gum. There was an overpowering taste of decay and chemicals. He savored the disgusting flavor, it’s sweet sickening promise to make his brain bleed made him shiver with excitement. He spun around and danced his way to the corpse. He gave it a swift kick to the head, it’s moldy skull crushed under the force, its rotten brain splashing onto burning ground. It was too decayed to eat, unless he wanted to take the time to soak it in the pure ethanol and then cook the s**t out of it. Flesh that was burnt until sanitary didn’t sound too good. He still had several pounds of food in the cooler next to the stack of his briefcases.
He had swung into Yodo-town, a small five family settlement that had built their haven along the freeway in the desert. They made something of a castle out of what was once a middle of nowhere gas-station. Vertigo had no issues taking them all out. There were people wandering around the sides of the street, sticking to the road so they didn’t get lost, probably hunting. Vertigo simply let The Beast drift off to the sidewalk, and plowed through them, the dents that they put into The Beasts glorious black exoskeleton had taken him hours to fix. After they broke their bodies on under the gluttonous tires of the car, the people tried to run into their little fortress. At the time Vertigo laughed. The opium in his bloodstream put him into a state of mind above the pitiful mortals. He leapt out of The Beast while it still purred. The people from within shot at him, but didn’t get much practice other than hunting. Every shot they fired, betrayed their location. He whipped out his gun from his hip, with his poncho trailing behind him he unloaded on them. His porkpie hat fell off as he ran into their sheet metal wall, it collapsed, and the real fight began. When it was all over, he had been shot three times. To his luck, they had run out of bullets, and made the mistake of trying to use melted aluminum from aluminum foil. They were solid enough, but were to light to fly straight and even when they did hit him, it only left bruises. He got his carving knives, and his bags, and went to work harvesting meals. Most people frowned on his eating habits. His argument for it was simply, he was hungry, and this is how he was raised. Which was actually true.
The stream of urine ended, and soaked into the corpses flesh. He kept chewing his concoction, and looked out at the canyon that separated himself from his destination. The beast would be mad at him, but it looked like he would have to go offroad. People generally couldn’t drive anymore. Vertigo needed to keep The Beast fed, he liked to drive. Sadly because peoples rarely drove, nobody had made any effort to clear a path to drive around. He sighed as he made the long and bumpy journey. It had taken him nearly an hour before the beast met the asphalt again, by then his concoction was reaching it’s full potential. The sun was setting, and the sky was bleeding stars. A small crept across the man’s face, and he adjusted his glasses. He put the pedal to the floor, the speedometer leaped and the Beast roared. Shooting down the freeway at top speeds.
A few weeks later
Vertigo came to a large settlement. A big sign on the outside of if pronounced it New Glory. He had heard of it. It was the biggest living environment he had seen, though he heard it was the smallest of a series of settlements throughout the world that were trying to bring back civilization. He cruised up the their walls, made of actual concrete rather than the typical makeshift parts. He drove up to the gate. A large man with a very large automatic rifle shouldered.
“Three questions, answer them quickly. What’s your business in New Glory? Are you a mutant? And are you wanted for any crimes?” sputtered the large man. Vertigo was used to this treatment, most people got nervous at the sight of a nice shiny operational car.
Vertigo smiled his best smile. “ Well I’m sure an upstanding gentle-bear such as yourself would understand, my name is Rodger Mcsquiggles and I am looking for a place to call home. I have absolutely no mutations, though I am rather well endowed if you know what I mean, and yes I am wanted for the impregnation and throat slitting of your mother, get that gun out of my face.”
The man was taken aback, not used to being responded to in such a way, rather than get mad, the man smiled and let the gun’s barrel drop.
“I’m sorry, we are just have to take precautions, our enemies have gotten edgier lately. Please though, I do need to know the answers to those questions.”
Vertigo nodded.
“My name is Vertigo, I am not a mutant, and I am not wanted for any crimes. I really am looking for a place to call home.”
The big man waved a hand to the people atop the wall. The gate began opening.
“Go ahead Mr. Vertigo. The Sheriff will want to have a chat with you about the rules of the town for letting you loose, but I’m sure you understand.”
“I sure do,” responded Vertigo, and he drove the Beast forward.
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