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 Posted: Thu Jan 02, 2014 11:12 pm
Garnet Bay
"The sun is always Shining in the Bay!"
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Genre/style: Post Apocalyptic Neighborhood Survival
Posting Min: One paragraph [ Five complete sentences ]
Acceptance: Walk in
Creator: Me
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Posted: Thu Jan 02, 2014 11:28 pm
Setting
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On New Years day 2014, the world ended in a nuclear winter. One year later, Garnet Bay, a large Region had it's radiation in a majority finally die down, allowing the any survivors to finally set out to scavenge the wasteland, rebuild their lives, or finally leave.
The details of how this disaster are unclear, tho for any one care to piece it together, the clues are there...
Months pass by as the wasteland moves on, the lands are filled with Bandits, Mutated Animals an insects. Plane crashes, abandoned cars, buildings and Garnet City. The land is free for all, to take, if they can..
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Posted: Thu Jan 02, 2014 11:32 pm
Plot Explanation
This is a Neighbor hood P.A.S, meaning you can just socialize, survive, be a bandit, terrorize people, and scavenge. A basic Post Apocalypse Thread with no aim.
There is a story, if you care to unfold it. I will leave clues as I build a story. I will reveal hints where clues lie, so it may be a scavenger hunt.
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Posted: Thu Jan 02, 2014 11:40 pm
Rules
1. Be Appropriate . 1
Follow the T.O.S and Guild rules.
If you must Cyber, take it some where else.
2. Profile Required .2
This is a walk in, but you are required for your character. You will post your completed profile in the Profile Thread [To keep everyone in the same area.]
and if you have a Bandit group, you are required to create a Faction for them
[ Message me to add them to the Faction list]
3. No Mutated humans .3
There are no M.Hs, keep it realistic. There are no Zombies either.
4. No hypersexualized Profile Pictures
Sexual posing with suggestive themes. We're trying to keep it real.
5. Semi-Lit
Five paragraphs min. Writer blocks are acceptable.
I will be adding and removing Rules at will, re these every day to make sure.
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Posted: Thu Jan 02, 2014 11:51 pm
Guidelines for posting and Profile construction
QuoteIf you're trying to get someone's attention by just using the quote option, empty their post untill the quote code is left. Primary WeaponRange from Assault Rifles to Snipers, if you're using military Tech, explain how you got it. Secondary WeaponPistols to small SMGs. MeleeAny blunt or bladed weapon
[b]Name[/b]:
[b]Age[/b]:
[b]Gender[/b]:
[b]Weapons:[/b] [Primary, Secondary, and Melee ]
[b]How you Survived[/b]
[b]Appearance [/b]
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Posted: Fri Jan 03, 2014 1:03 am
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Posted: Fri Jan 03, 2014 4:16 pm
 Jay sat on the Pier, staring down at the twenty foot drop as she swung her legs back and fowrth, rifle in her lap. She was trying to enjoy what ever was left in her life. Her father and herself were one of the few people left in the Shipping yard. Her father was the owner of the Shipping yard, and the others here were his workers before the bombs dropped, they survived by sheltering in the underground warhouse for Government Containers. There wasn't much in there, mainly MREs and attachments for guns, vests, clothing and a few other stuff. They didn't explore much, they were more focused on protecting the Harbor. There was a broadcast to her father, that the military would come to the Yard when they could, since the Harbour was the only landing place for any Carrier..
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Posted: Fri Jan 17, 2014 10:48 am
(( I would like to join this rp, but I will wait for someone else to join before I start writing, it feels like it'd bee a waste of my time if I'm the only one interested ))
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Posted: Tue Jan 28, 2014 7:30 pm
Allan roamed above grounds, his rifle over his shoulder and his side arm in a holster on his hip. He had began to grow tired from all the previous walking and honestly he had no clue where he was going. The world was his playground but he had no one to play with... and the bandits that had been so unfortunate to attack him were gone now, though it was better not to think about that, after all humans weren't supposed to bend that way. As he continued the walk he saw a large outstretch over a body of water, what had they called those things? Right! Piers! He began the steady walk closer and closer to the desolate outstretch, hoping he might be able to scrap a meal from area.
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Posted: Tue Jan 28, 2014 7:57 pm
JayJay sat, keeping to herself as the few remaining people of her group whom haven't gone mad or died off, continued searching containers behind her. Of course, most of it military equipment that they wouldn't be able to use. Gadgets that required electricity and such. She was contempt with taking her break, after all she had pulled an all nighter to clean their guns and crap equipment, tho she wasn't much use with heavy lifting, she was at least a decent shot, tho her sniper was out of ammo for the past few weeks since a stand off with Bandits. She was reduced to a half crap AK Carbine. She stared down at the water, one foot dangling over and a hand supporting her so she would not fall.
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