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Create either an INTERVIEW ORP (where you can quote either other to interview) OR a INTERVIEW PRP interviewing two other people from factions NOT YOUR OWN (you can also create two separate interview rps, one for each person!) You must ask them a list of any of the questions below and then record the answers ICly. The format should be: question -> answer from player -> write it down (interview summary) -> interview complete, though you are free to just PRP it out with the player for a bit or ask more questions, or make up questions afterwards to ask of your own!

All interviews take place in a secluded area away from mobs. Think of it as a great way to know players from other factions without fighting in boss encounters!

Answers may not be answered sarcastically or they do not (icly!) count.

1) What did you do prior to Day Zero?
2) What is your secret to surviving?
3) What do you think caused Day Zero?
4) You are attacked by one of the undying. You lose function of both your legs and will never walk again. Would you rather put yourself out of your misery or survive knowing you will die soon in the future?
5) What use do you personally think you have towards your faction?
6) Do you think you will be rescued?
7). What qualities do you think you bring forward if you had to lead?
cool What the major problem to surviving Day Zero?
9) Describe your family.
10) Describe yourself
11) Describe your weapon of choice
12) What is more important to you - knowledge or physical power and why?
13) You find the way out of the city but are heavily infected. Would you still leave?
14) If your best friend had the cure to the infection but it required heavily dissecting them would you do it?
15) Describe what you would do if you were rescued

"You rang?" He followed the woman because he had nothing better to do. They were all going to die soon, so if she shanked him in an alley, well, that was just life. Or rather, that would be death.

"Shut the Tim Hortons hole and give your momma a hug," she said affectionately. "But watch the bad arm." She certainly squeezed hard enough with her good one that it didn't seem to matter. Actually, physically holding one of her kids...It seemed to take years off her dirty, wrinkled face as she pulled back, fingers still in a tight hold around G-man's arm as she kissed the man's cheek. It was obvious she was trying not to make it a teary reunion as she blinked several times.

"It's been good," she replied. "Better than I would've figured. I just wish that..." It was a rare moment of open sentiment, but Adelaide swallowed it down. No point in dawdling in the past and what she could have done to stay with them.

Right. Interview. She turned to the other man and cleared her throat. "Might wanna make this a quickie," Adelaide noted with a dirty smile. "I don't like being away from the action for too long."

G-Man accepted the hug with a large smile of his own, one of the very few genuine smiles he'd given since day 0, the rest nothing more than a mask to hide behind, much like the one he had pushed up on top of his head.

Her hurt arm was of some concern to him, however, he knew better than to make a big deal out of it. His mom was a tough woman, and the fact that she was here, alive, and with her special brand of humor in tact was proof enough of that.

The way she looked at him when she finally pulled away was enough to make something wrench painfully in his chest. "Ah, don't be gettin all sappy on me now, mama. Don't want your tears ruinin my fine threads." He gestured to his dirty and bloodstained hoody and jeans, while keeping one arm around her. For support, he told himself (though in his case it was quite literally true that he needed it).

"Ahhhhh, noooooo groossssss! You keep them sausage n' beans in your trow, dawg! At least wait for a bro to be outta earshot, aight? I for super realzies do not need all that up in my orbitals."

After a moments pause, he held out his hand towards the other man. "Name's G-Man. So, we gotta jus ask a buncha q's to one another?"

"The evolution of language truly is fascinating," he remarked, staring at Gman as though his speech patterns held a secret. And maybe they did for the professor. (Doctor.) "I am a doctor of linguistic anthropology," he said distracted, wondering how the woman's language and the son's differed. An environmental change at some point - a generational gap? Abruptly, his eyes switched to Adelaide.

"You? And both of you - if your mother," he nodded to Gman. "-or your son," To Adelaide. "-had the cure to the infection but it required heavily dissecting them would you do it?"

"We got an understanding, my family and I," she explained to the professor (doctor) as she pat G-man's back. "One life ain't worth billions if that's the case. Of course," she added with a much too casual smile, "I'd say go see if someone else can foot that bill for humanity first, though." If one could do it, why not another? A stranger?

The pat turned to a vigorous and proud rub; Adelaide would have ruffled his hair if she hadn't been too tired to reach up. "He's a smart one, ya? Least you kept something from all those years other than those D grade pick up artist lines."

"Well ain't you just fulla sunshine and rainbows and shiz?" He called out to the doctor as he left, giving his head a small shake and then wincing. Gawd but his head did ache so much! The pain and nausea would ebb away for a time, giving him a false sense of being much better, only to rush back with such force that he thought that his skull might be just about to split in two!

"Owwwwwww. Ma, someone bashed me on the head an I ain't been feelin right ever since. Got me one of them concussies I'm guessing. How's that arm? An' when we gonna be able to see you again?"