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- Scavenge the office building for supplies
OOC: You will need to scavenge the local office building (STAPLES) for supplies. Any information you discover within the building can be used for later.

[ Step 1 ] Each player must roll 4d10 in their post. Match your dice to the rolls below. RP it out in ANY order.

1. Your character finds a stapler. It doesn't seem very useful. It is still attached to an arm, that has long begun it's final stages of decay. Attached to the bracelet of the arm is a name. "R O R...." the rest is missing.

2. Your character finds boxes and boxes of receipts. It doesn't look very informative.

3. Your character turns the corner and finds one of the undying! They must remain quiet for a bit to avoid being caught. If your character wishes to fight it instead for some reason, the undying has 50 HP and does -5 auto damage.

4. Your character finds a stray cat. It doesn't seem very friendly.

5. Your character notices a strange room. It seems to be locked.

6. Your character notices a foul smell coming from the copier room. You notice that the copier has stopped running, but there are pages and pages of images that surround it. Each one depicts someone being brutally stabbed. It is difficult to look at.

7. Your character notices some booze! Unfortunately it is empty

8. Your character manages to find some loose change. Not very handy.

9. Your character comes across a disgusting sight - a half-eaten body. The smell is repulsive and causes you to involuntarily gag. The half-eaten face's eyeballs are still looking at you, darting back and forth, moving.

10. You come across several rats all clustered together. You don't want to know why.

[ Step 2 ] After your character is done scavenging, simply report your findings to one of the bandits. Your work here is done.


Mission Bonus: +1 random drink 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

With a soft whistle, he moved further into the store, choosing to move past the checkout section of the store and go straight to the office. The cashier drawers were likely the first thing that got looted. Not that there was much use for money at this current time. He doubted anyone was going to be honest enough to actually pay for anything when they were too busy trying to fight for their life. The office however might still have something laying about.

Carefully nudging the door open, Rook peeked inside, checking first for any signs of movement. When he saw none, he opened the door wider and stepped in.

Like the rest of the store, the office was in complete disarray. There didn't look like there was much. He did find a small pile of change, but since it was useless and he didn't want to jingle along while trying to hide from the monsters, he decided to not pocket the coins and instead leave them where he found them and turned his attention instead to the pile of boxes stacked in the corner of the room. Which, after pawing through them, he discovered to be nothing more than a useless collection of receipts.

There wasn't really much else he could find in the room and after those pictures, which he left right where he found, he wasn't particularly keen on staying here for kicks either. So with what little knowledge he did find tucked away, he decided it was time to leave and began to make his way back out and to the exit. But apparently, luck was not on his side today, because just as he rounded the corner he just about came face to face with one of the undead.

All train of thought ceased. Even his breath seemed to die away and he just froze. By some miracle it hadn't noticed him and he took that as sign to continue to stay still. Sure, the exit was a few feet away. But with the large undead creature standing between him and the exit, he wasn't exactly up to seeing who could reach it first.

A few minutes had passed and Rook finally decided that maybe instead he should just inch his way back into the office and silently close the door in order to avoid detection. Too bad that seemed to be a bad idea as well.

The second the door was gently closed, things began to shake violently and he had the brief thought 'oh an earthquake,' before he noticed the rather large red eye watching him from the ********. ********. <******** this s**t!

Next time Charlie could do the s**t run to s**t Staples store! He was so done!

Needless to say. Rook went as still as a statue again. He might have even forgotten the concept of breathing.

And now his world was falling out from under him. Wait nope. Just the room.

The clutter was ignored as it crashed past him. After all, papers, staplers, and the occasional printer didn't really compare to the giant freaking eyeball watching you. Except the eye wasn't there anymore, now was it? No, something else has taken its place and announced its presence by shattering the windows.

He would have been concerned that the undead creature lounging on the opposite side of the door would have heard that, but if he had, it was quickly pushed to the back of his mind when the thing in the window started approach him.

Seriously. What the actual ******** is that?

Now he had the good sense to take a few steps back and away from it. The lack of breathing on the other hand, now that was still a work in progress.

Whether he managed to breathe or not now mattered not. The darkness was intent on pressing him back and smothering him anyways. The most he could do was back away further and inch towards the door; grasping blindly for the knob. It was difficult. The experience was utterly terrifying and had his heart beating wildly in his chest. He was most definitely ready to bolt at this point. The only thing stopping him from doing was the overwhelming fear rooting him to the floor. Beyond not being able to breathe, or even see, he could feel the shadowy limbs that had formed as they reached for him; snatching and tearing at whatever they could get a hold of and further smothering him.

It felt like it went on for ages that he was stuck in that pitch black hell, until a sudden loud snap rang in his ear and it vanished. Like it had never been there to begin with. Though, judging from the broken glass, the scattered objects of the room, and just the general horribly strong fear coursing through him, it was quite obvious that it had been.

Yep. He was done and he was so out of here.

He didn't even wait to see if the undead was still present before he hastily opened the door and tore off down the isle, towards the exit. He'd go deliver what information he had found, or in this case, what had found him, and then he would proceed to go crawl under the nearest rock and die there.