It was a tense peace but it was made clear how things would go down, the Raiders wanted help, and if they supplied enough of it then they would get their hands on gear. More gear, better chance to live.
And hopefully pain killers for the continued ache in his left side where the blast of rubble has smashed into him. Checking his side again he looked at the ugly black and yellow bruise right above where his ribs had been damaged. The pain was terrible, but manageable. Slowly he made his way out of the fort going to seek out the infected monsters, the Raiders wanted proof they could stand up to them? Fine. They'd bring back an arm or head of one of the things. For the most part Jacob thought he was alone in this trip, but unbeknownst to him, he wasn't.
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Character's name: Jacob Thatch Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:Journal Character's survival stats: HERE to search up your character and link to their bio! Make sure to plug in your character's ID. BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTERJacob Day 0 Usually looks kind of irritated or bored, stands 5’11 skinny, tries to dress nice given the situation.
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Posted: Sun Sep 20, 2015 4:47 pm
His ears still ******** ached from those goddamn grenades.
Al was trying not to shake his head from time to time, knowing that wouldn't help his hearing clear up whatsoever. Sudden movement made him tense up, warily hunching his shoulders until he realized it was a guy he sort of recognized instead of one of the undead. Infected. Whatever. "Hey, He called, his voice louder than it should have been due to being unable to hear himself. "Hey. You lookin' for s**t? Shouldn't go alone, right?"
Two heads were better than one, even if he was nearly deaf.
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Character's name: Al Malcom Characters faction: Prison Character's journal link: Characters survival stats:View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: Al is a rough looking individual, usually sporting a five o'clock. He's a big guy at about 6'3", strong, but sporting a bit of a belly these days. His right arm and the right side of his body is covered in tattoos like so. He sports dark hair and dark eyes, and normally dresses in very casual clothing. You know, when he's not toting that snazzy inmate outfit.
With that massive mass of undying around, Magnus was out looking for more of his men while they were on their own hunts. Not too far off, he heard a familiar voice. With a furrowed brow, he made his way on closer, soon spotting the two. From the looks of things, they weren't in any danger right now, however.
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Character's name: Magnus "The Boss" Fury Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:Here Character's survival stats: --HERE to search up your character and link to their bio! Make sure to plug in your character's ID. BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: Brown hair, scarred face, patch over right eye. Might be mistaken as one of the prisoners, himself. Has an aura of intimidation. Weapon:Sniper rifle with a blade attachment, as well as a suppressor.
Jacob shifted about raising the candle holder he had for a weapon, it wasn't very dangerous but it was better then nothing. He paused looking at Al for a few moments, trying to place a face to people in the prison. "Al right? Al Malcolm," he glanced back out into the darkness of the streets, "The raiders want proof we can ward off the infected, want us to subdue one and rip a chunk off to prove it. Beats being locked in with them and their grenades given their warm welcome they gave us... numbers are more then welcome in this case."
He took another deep breath flinching as he did so from the pain in his sides. Still nothing moved, no creatures no humans, it was simply quiet as they roamed a bit farther from the base.
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Character's name: Jacob Thatch Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:Journal Character's survival stats: HERE to search up your character and link to their bio! Make sure to plug in your character's ID. BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTERJacob Day 0 Usually looks kind of irritated or bored, stands 5’11 skinny, tries to dress nice given the situation. 29 Years old going on 30
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8Total: 8 (1-10)
Posted: Sun Sep 20, 2015 5:08 pm
He squinted, able to see the guy's lips moving, but not... really able to hear him much. He knew his name? That's what it looked like. He ruefully pointed at his ears. Can't hear real well." He said loudly, apologetic. "******** up my ears something good with those grenades."
More movement--and ********, was that The Boss? He tensed up instinctively, grunting. ...********, what was behind The Boss??? "ON YOUR LEFT!" He bellowed, not about to see the one guy holding them together get ambushed.
MOB SUMMON
[ MOB NAME] Greater Undying MOB HP: 20 HP Mob Autodamage: -2 autodamage every move you make against it. Mob Special Ability: Undying will dissipate upon defeat, and return again after a limited amount of time to haunt the area and attack other victims. Mob Loot: Roll 1d4 to see what you get: 1: Junkyard ace card: (http://halloween.thesporkedken.com/loot/card_1.png). Add to journal and use here 2: Junkyard two card: (http://halloween.thesporkedken.com/loot/card_2.png). Add to journal and use here 3. Nothing 4. Nothing
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Character's name: Al Malcom Characters faction: Prison Character's journal link: Characters survival stats:View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: Al is a rough looking individual, usually sporting a five o'clock. He's a big guy at about 6'3", strong, but sporting a bit of a belly these days. His right arm and the right side of his body is covered in tattoos like so. He sports dark hair and dark eyes, and normally dresses in very casual clothing. You know, when he's not toting that snazzy inmate outfit.
His thoughts had come a moment too soon. The tall thorny one had sprung up, looking ready to tear them all apart. The Boss's good eye quickly shifted between the others here, then around at his surroundings. Jacob had something of a weapon already, which just left...
Spotting a shovel, he quickly kicked it up into his hand and tossed it over at Al.
"Grab a weapon! Don't just use CQC on this guy!"
That said, he unslung the rifle from his back, then moved in.
HP: 90 Damage:0 Undying: 20
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Character's name: Magnus "The Boss" Fury Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:Here Character's survival stats: --HERE to search up your character and link to their bio! Make sure to plug in your character's ID. BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: Brown hair, scarred face, patch over right eye. Might be mistaken as one of the prisoners, himself. Has an aura of intimidation. Weapon:Sniper rifle with a blade attachment, as well as a suppressor.
"Don't worry you ain't the only one," Jacob spoke a bit louder as he rolled his shirt up exposing the purple welt on his side where his ribs where cracked his gaze turned to follow Al noticing the warden.... and the freak behind him. That rifle wouldn't be any use close up.
Hobbling forward at first before a full sprint Jacob charged the beast, "Get some space I'll get you a shot on this damn thing!" He swung with the candle set cracking the beast across the head sending it stumbling backwards from the heavy candle holders weight. Still he couldn't quite get away before a few of its spikes clipped his own arm back.
HP: 48/50 DMG: 6 MOB: 14/20
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Character's name: Jacob Thatch Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:Journal Character's survival stats: HERE to search up your character and link to their bio! Make sure to plug in your character's ID. BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTERJacob Day 0 Usually looks kind of irritated or bored, stands 5’11 skinny, tries to dress nice given the situation. 29 Years old going on 30
He snatched the shovel out of the air, his eyes bright. The Boss had just gone way, way up in his book. "Alright you ******** b*****d!" He roared, swinging hard at the beast's head.
HP: 48/50 Damage: 13 - 6 = 7 Mob Health: 7/20
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Character's name: Al Malcom Characters faction: Prison Character's journal link: Characters survival stats:View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: Al is a rough looking individual, usually sporting a five o'clock. He's a big guy at about 6'3", strong, but sporting a bit of a belly these days. His right arm and the right side of his body is covered in tattoos like so. He sports dark hair and dark eyes, and normally dresses in very casual clothing. You know, when he's not toting that snazzy inmate outfit.
"Sorry. Not wasting my ammo on this little b*****d. As annoying as he is," Magnus grunted out. Rather than fire, he rushed on forth and thrust the rifle, stabbing it right in the face with the blade attachment to his weapon.
"It's almost down. Make it quick."
HP: 82 Damage: 5 Undying: 2
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Character's name: Magnus "The Boss" Fury Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:Here Character's survival stats: --HERE to search up your character and link to their bio! Make sure to plug in your character's ID. BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: Brown hair, scarred face, patch over right eye. Might be mistaken as one of the prisoners, himself. Has an aura of intimidation. Weapon:Sniper rifle with a blade attachment, as well as a suppressor.
"Good point," he stepped to the side just as as the bayonet slammed into the freaks chest, it skwered it in place for a moment but the beast was instantly flailing about trying to get the blade out of it's chest, the result was Jacob could barely get near it with out being slashed, his own swing only clipping an ******** get it off that blade tip it's flailing around too damn much!"
HP: 46/50 DMG: 1 MOB: 1/20
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Character's name: Jacob Thatch Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:Journal Character's survival stats: HERE to search up your character and link to their bio! Make sure to plug in your character's ID. BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTERJacob Day 0 Usually looks kind of irritated or bored, stands 5’11 skinny, tries to dress nice given the situation. 29 Years old going on 30
Were they talking? It looked like they were talking. The creature was staggering under the assault, and so it was easy enough for Al to whomp it hard with the side of the shovel. <******** yeah!" He growled, adrenaline pumping through his veins as the infected went down hard.
HP: 46/50 Damage: 6 Mob Health: 0/20
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Character's name: Al Malcom Characters faction: Prison Character's journal link: Characters survival stats:View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: Al is a rough looking individual, usually sporting a five o'clock. He's a big guy at about 6'3", strong, but sporting a bit of a belly these days. His right arm and the right side of his body is covered in tattoos like so. He sports dark hair and dark eyes, and normally dresses in very casual clothing. You know, when he's not toting that snazzy inmate outfit.
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Posted: Sun Sep 20, 2015 5:38 pm
And down it went.
The boss let out a breath and placed a boot down onto its back to keep it pinned down for now.
"Good work. Get what you need from this thing and move on. Give a status on your health while you're at it."
HP: 80
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Character's name: Magnus "The Boss" Fury Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:Here Character's survival stats: --HERE to search up your character and link to their bio! Make sure to plug in your character's ID. BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: Brown hair, scarred face, patch over right eye. Might be mistaken as one of the prisoners, himself. Has an aura of intimidation. Weapon:Sniper rifle with a blade attachment, as well as a suppressor.
Jacob waved his hand at the boss, "Doing fine, ribs hurt like hell but I'm alive, thing only managed to scratch my arms a bit, I can wrap it up with a piece of cloth no problem." Turning back to the corpse he started to dig about llooking for something.
HP: 46/50
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Character's name: Jacob Thatch Character's faction: Prison Character's journal link:Journal Character's survival stats: HERE to search up your character and link to their bio! Make sure to plug in your character's ID. BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTERJacob Day 0 Usually looks kind of irritated or bored, stands 5’11 skinny, tries to dress nice given the situation. 29 Years old going on 30
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Tsunake
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2Total: 2 (1-4)
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Posted: Sun Sep 20, 2015 5:45 pm
"What? Said Al, squinting a little as he hefted the shovel in his hands. "I can't hear for s**t, Boss. ******** grenades." He was going to go hack off one of the thing's arms so those dumbass bandits would give him something.
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Character's name: Al Malcom Characters faction: Prison Character's journal link: Characters survival stats:View BRIEF DESCRIPTION OF MY CHARACTER: Al is a rough looking individual, usually sporting a five o'clock. He's a big guy at about 6'3", strong, but sporting a bit of a belly these days. His right arm and the right side of his body is covered in tattoos like so. He sports dark hair and dark eyes, and normally dresses in very casual clothing. You know, when he's not toting that snazzy inmate outfit.
