*I duck behind my Sheriff Grand Marshall and pull out my revolver* *The busses pull into the sawmill and start shooting everything.*
I return fire as bullets whizz by. Suddenly, the gunfire stops, and a man steps out into the open. ?: Hold your fire. I’m Phillips. Whoever raided my camp and killed my men needs to step out into the open. * I slowly get up from behind my GM. Instantly, over 60 rifles are pointed at me. The sawmill gets surrounded by all sides. * Phillips: Oh, it was you, huh. Heres the deal. You give me everything your camp has, and I don’t slaughter everyone here. I’ll be back tommorow to collect it or kill you. Don’t try to run, we will find you and kill you. Now get up here. *I walk up to Phillips* Phillips: Whats your name? Me: Brien. Phillips: Okay, Brien, screw you. *Phillips pulls out an axe and then hits me all over my body with the blunt end over and over. He then delivers one final blow to my head, knocking me out. He then calls off his guys, and they pile back into the busses and leave.*
(Whoops... well... Void that --- Post updated --- *Runs towards Brien *See him knocked out Well... shoot... *Pulls his body to next to the Rusty Moonhawk --- Post updated --- hmmm.... *Gets into Barstow *Drives behind the Rusty Moonhawk Lets see if the siren can work *Turns on siren
*packs up again* I can't stay in the same place for very long. *drives away* *makes it to belasco* *runs over some signs and car parts* Another "sacrifice".
yeah he did. I guess we gotta give him all our stuff. Or we could try leaving, or we could even defend this place...
Let's check the Redwood area. This house they gave me in Horizon States lacks some space... --- Post updated --- Oh my God, what happened here? Oh what do we have here… A JDM Spec Kashira and a uh... Hippie Piccolina… They look like they are still running... Oh and a cabin. Sweet! --- Post updated --- Okay I'm settled! Now i just have to move all my stuff here
(I would like this thread to come back) Okay, new character time: Name: Daryl Jones Age: 46 Sex: Male Misc: Trained for combat at Belasco Police Academy. Car(s): Gavril Barstow RS (Modified) Background: When this apocalypse first started, I was one of the people who was scared and weak. I went through the first year with my wife of 17 years. Once she was killed by some messed up people, I learned a fun fact about the apocalypse... there are no rules. So, I killed all of the men who killed my wife. Then I kept going. Killing everyone I saw and taking their supplies. Then I realized that I didn't have to kill them if they just surrendered their stuff. So, I went around, asked for their stuff, and killed or spared them depending on their choices. Its been working well for me so far, and i'm sure its going to continue. I've been doing this for like 3 years. --- Post updated --- I upgraded my car, better for chasing down anyone who gets away.
As i'm driving around, I see @Cooldriver10 at the sawmill. "Huh, I could use some more gas and food..." *I park near the sawmill and start walking towards it.*
Looks like he is chopping wood at the moment. If I sneak up behind him and put my gun to his head, he won't really have a choice. *I begin to sneak up behind @Cooldriver10 *
*I grab @Cooldriver10 and put my gun against his head* Okay, two choices for you bud. One, you give me all your stuff and I don't kill you. Two, you resist so I kill you and take your stuff. Whats it gonna be?
*Realized that the wood is infected with I... I... don't HAVE ANY STUFF, except for an old ax, and $5
Drop the axe. You have food and fuel here, otherwise you should be dead. --- Post updated --- So, if you don’t have any food, I think it’s fair to kill you. I’d rather have my brains blown out than to starve.
