Part 8, Stage 2: Andrew: Man, you shouldn't be going so fast through here. Me: Does it look like we are driving fast? Why, I am driving 5 miles per hour under the speed limit right now. Me: *starts slowing down truck* Andrew: What you slowing down...oh. Up ahead was a GSA Checkpoint, this one being #2. An olive-drab off-road Roamer, presumably stolen from an innocent citizen, was sitting in front of us on the highway. Me: Well, this looks like we may have some explaining to do about our current situation. Do not pop off about anything RS-related, alright? Andrew: Okay. GSA Soldier 5 (female): Yo, guys, it's that dirty truck again. GSA Soldier 6 (male): Well, well, if we don't have the three of them for Operation Superceptor, then at least we have two. GSA Soldier 6: Sir, please give your papers to me. Andrew: I think that my truck can do all of the explanation, my friend. GSA Soldier 6: Enough of the wittiness. Papers NOW. Me: Here you are. *hands papers* GSA Soldiers: *checks papers* *checks bed of truck* GSA Soldier 6: Everything looks good here. Head to the industrial area, and you will be given further instructions by our leader. Me: Alright. It has been a pleasure doing business with you. GSA Soldier 6: The same for you, sir. Me: *rolls up window* *revs up D-Series* Andrew: Let's go over to the suburbs and check if there's any supplies. Me: Sounds good enough. Both of us: DANG! This place looks like crap! Andrew: I'll check the houses; you stay here. Me: Alright. *Andrew exits the truck* Me: Hmmm....to think that this is what has happened to Firwood in a matter of two weeks. *30 seconds later* Daisy: Hey, guys? Me: This is John. Andrew: *in house* This is Andrew. Daisy: I'm being followed by a checkpoint unit. Me: Well, you know how to drive, right? Daisy: I think I can. Andrew: That Pigeon is also light and fast, so you should be able to get away. *10 minutes later* Andrew: Alright, I checked the houses, and I got a whole load of stuff including... *holds up 3 AK-47s with 400 rounds of ammo* Andrew:...these. Me: Oh, my lord. Let's get over to the industrial area. Andrew: What are these Superceptors? Me: I think they may be the GSA's plan of trying to kill the Red Stars. Andrew: But everyone know that they have zero skill. Me: That's where we come in. We're both professionals, and they want as many pro drivers on their team as possible to kill the Red Stars. Andrew: Even though the Red Stars are just too good. Me: Yes. *parks truck* Me: I guess those are the Superceptors. Andrew: Dang, I've always wanted a K-Series to drive. Me: Those look like Red Stars vehicles, though. The GSA tried to cover up their origins, but they still look too well-maintained to be from the GSA. Andrew: Good eye, good eye... *we both exit truck and enter the warehouse* GSA Lead Commander (old male): Now, you may have been wondering why we asked the both of you to come here. Andrew: No, sir, the cars outside already did the explaining. GSA Commander: Alright, then, hotshots, pop quiz: Who do you think we hate the most? Andrew: The Red Stars. GSA Commander: Exactly, and what do we do with those we hate? Me: You flatten them, even when they originally did nothing to you. GSA Commander: Ahhh, I see that you haven't been keeping up with the news as of late, my boy. Let me tell you what happened. *holds up image of the Grip-All Tire Testing Center* You see this? This is where we first met the Red Stars: at the old Grip-All Tire Testing Center. They were sensationally quick, faster than anything we ever saw...and we wanted them to join up in our team. Me: Okay, so.... GSA Commander: So, the Red Stars became loosely affiliated with us, under one condition: That we do not steal any of their members or any of their vehicles. Andrew: What happened? GSA Commander: Well, we happened to have lost one of our members, @StarredKing101, to these bastards. So, we went on a little revenge trip. Me: You do realize that SK101 wanted to help you out by going over to the Red Stars? GSA Commander: No, he wanted to harm us! Stop it with these nonsensical fantasies of yours, you wee bastard! *outside with the Red Stars' tuned 1988 Pessima* Max: Listen up, guys. We're going to be taking back our cars from these fernies, and thankfully, the s'mores have distracted them. Samantha: We'll go get out SBR4, right, Bri? Sabrina: I guess so. I just don't want to cause too much issue for us here. Karl: That should be of no worries, my dear. It likely shall not be of too much difficulty. Fred: I'm staying with you, right, Max? Max: Yeah, this is my bro's car. I don't want it shot up by the ferns or the Beams. Samantha: Let's get this over with! Max: Now! *all shoot the guards with muffled pistols* Guards: *both die quietly* Samantha: Alright, that's them taken care of. Now, it's time to get our cars. Max: I'll go over on the backroad leading out of town. We'll exit that way to not gain suspicion. *Sabrina, Samantha, and Karl walk over to the cars* Sabrina: Oh, how I've missed you, my dear SBR4. Samantha: No time for that, we gotta run. Karl: Time to have a little fun. *starts up K-Series* *inside* GSA Commander: Did you hear something? Me: No, I think that may have been a bit of a pop. GSA Commander: Okay, and----WAIT! *hears cars start up* GSA Commander: OPEN THIS DOOR! *pounds front door* *cars start driving away* GSA Commander: DANG IT!! THE GUARDS WERE SHOT! *I open door* GSA Commander: How do you do that?! Me: Simple skills, bro. *we go outside* GSA Commander: Shoot. BOTH of the Superceptors got stolen by some punks. Where did they go? Me: I dunno. GSA Commander: Checkpoint Unit 2, we need your help over here. And you two...*looks at me and Andrew*...you hop in your crap truck and go find them. Find them, kill them, and bring those cars in as good of a condition as you can. Me: Okay. But my truck is nowhere near as bad as you think it is. *Andrew and I hop into our truck* *we start driving away* GSA Commander: All units, we have a major situation! Superceptors have been stolen; repeat, Superceptors have been stolen! *we meet up with the Red Stars* Fred: Alright, Andrew, we have to get you two out of here as quickly as possible. Andrew and Me: Okay. Max: We will split up to increase confusion. Fred and I will check some of the suburbs for supplies... Samantha:...Sabrina and I will look through some stores to find alcohol for our cars... Karl:...and I will just step on the gas and drive out. Max: You two will go down a backroad leading to the gas station. When you get there, tell us and we will give you further instruction. Samantha: Let's do this! Everyone except me: Alright! Me: Hmmm.... Karl: These GSA members certainly have practically abandonded Firwood. Where did they go? Max: They went off to Utah. Why, practically everyone has left Firwood after the apocalypse happened. Fred: I think I spot some stuff. Max: Go right in there. Samantha: Hey, there's a saloon right there! Sabrina: Maybe they have some alcohol to use. Samantha: Yeah, maybe they do. Sabrina: But don't drink any of it. Me: Well, I'm on the backroad that you told me about. Andrew: Your truck should be capable. Daisy: Guys, I'm being chased by another GSA squad! Me: Dang, these GSA folk love to have hard and long chases. Andrew: That's what she said. Me: Eyyyy! Karl: I think I see something up ahead! Fred: Good, we got some more guns, some more alcohol, some fuel, some food and water, the works. Samantha: You won't believe what we found! Me: *starts thinking of "Gas Gas Gas"* Andrew: John? You're quite quiet now. Me: I'm thinking of Eurobeat. Andrew: We ain't got time for that! Me: It'll give the truck 75 horsepower, though. Me: Oh, dang, I hit a bump! Andrew: Woooaaahh! Daisy: I saw you, John! Me: Good. Let's meet up at this next intersection. Me: *slows down D-Series* Daisy: Hey, guys! Andrew and Me: Hello, Daisy! Daisy: I'll go off a different direction, you two go down this road. Me: Alright. *floors D-Series* Me: I wonder how well she'll do. Andrew: Don't worry. She'll be fine. Me: You hope. Daisy: Another one of these?! Checkpoint 6: Guys, we found her. Daisy: I'm screwed. GSA Soldier (female): We will slaughter you if you continue with this nonsense! Daisy: Hey, look up there! GSA Soldiers: SHELLS! SH---*BOOOOOOM* Daisy: AAAAAHHHH! *gets blown 30 feet away* Me: Daisy?!
How do people get supplies this quick? Apparently everyone has shells and finds random lifted D15s everywhere.
Me: Damnit! What do we do? Aani: I've got a plan. Special fo-*bullet whisses by*...special forces will deal with this. *grabs back-up satellite phone* We need Cobra team 2, now!! CT2: Rodger. Matt: Alright, we got a minu-*BOOM* until they get he-*Machine gun noise* *in distance* AHHHHHH HELP! -30 seconds go by- CT2: GET IN! NOW! *we run over and Matt gets shrapnel in hid arm* Matt: AGHHH! Me: Oh no! GO! GAS! *driver floors it and dodges bullets and mines* *6 banger screams and turbochargers go into action* GSA guy 1: THERE THEY GO! FIRE! Aani: MARCUS! (me) SHOOT! Me: *rolls down window and opens fire* GSA guy 2: GAH! GET THEM! *They get into a I-series and floor it* Driver: Sh#t! *I-series bumps them and forces them to drift* Driver: HES ON MY TAIL! Aani: WATCH OUT FOR MI-*BO-*I instantly pass out* GSA guy 1: WOOOHOOO WE GOT EM! *gets shot in the head* GSA guy 3: Take cover!! GSA Sergeant: Capture them and bring them to our base, now! GSA group: Yes Sergeant! *They continue get bombarded with Javelins and machine guns by the RS*
Because everyone wants to tilt roleplay to their advantage. I gave up on this thread a while ago. Ok, let's start this. Gets up, looks outside, sees all hell breaking loose in Firwood. Me: Whatever Goes back to sleep Wakes up, realizes the apocalypse was just a dream.
-finshes s ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh --- Post updated --- you say your PRN but theres no PRn mebers in this thread --- Post updated --- get some of your members to come with me to the seed bank in norway
Second step: Does your post contribute to the thread? Please be aware that this is not instant messaging: Every post should contribute to the thread and be written out in a semi-formal manner. This is not a text message to someone. We have Private Messaging for that. That was just spam *I get to the door and can hear Amy crying out in pain* *I'm relieved but still scared* Me: Hold on Amy! *I try opening the door but it's locked. I take a few steps back and charge at the door, breaking it partly* Me: Once more! *Mark arrives and stands to the side with a surgical kit* *I run at the door again, making a large hole instead of breaking it down, and of course I fall through it* *I scramble over to Amy* Me: What the hell were you thinking?! Amy: I-I coul- *Mark rushes in* Mark: She's lost a lot of blood *He rips the side of her shirt open* Amy: I was... putting the gun down an- *she tenses up and cries out in pain because Mark is pouring alcohol over the wound* Me: Easy easy, you're gonna be fine Amy: -I accidentally pulled the trigger... *breathing heavily* I... didn't w-want to leave you... *I'm taken aback* Me: Okay, you need to save your breath so you don't pa- Amy: ...I love you *She tenses up once more and groans in pain before passing out* Me: Amy? Amy?!! *Mark begins removing the bullet*
Both I and Dawn were ready to flee to the seed bank in Norway. We're finding a plane. Wait. You have gave us a plane. --- Post updated --- I have some bad news that I know from somewhere. PRN troopers are returning to the USA probably because they got help from North Korean authorities. (They are communist terrorists, not surprised at all) --- Post updated --- In other news, both Dawn and I have arrived at Generic City. We found a ETK 800 and we drove it to Dawn's home. --- Post updated --- Both of us arrived at Dawn's home. She opened the door and we then finding things that is useful to us. I found some canned food and a small external battery. Dawn the opened the safe in her house. She found her late father's possessions, such as a katana, a Sig Sauer P229 with bullets and a baseball bat. We then left the house and moved on to JRI.
I am back at the east coast, but im running low on diesel. I looted some abandoned cars on the trip, i got some food, water, ammo and gas.
Along our trip, I saw some NRA troopers coming trough in 2 Roamers. Dawn took the MP-7 and she gave me the SA-80, and both Dawn and I shoot them with our guns. We managed to dodge the trooper's bullets and all 10 troopers are killed in the attack. However, I have been shot on my hand but I'm still fine. Dawn helped me to heal the wound. We got an AK-12 assault rifle, a MP5 SMG, some bullets, armour and some food. We took the things, then I took one of the Roamers and Dawn took my car. We then continued our journey to JRI.
whos NRA -btw get the fuck outa generic city GSA has launched an offensive to take the city if you dont leave your gonna die -watchout for usaf x18's there attacking GSA positions
Well, the Pessima is now toast. An 200BX drived straight in front of me, probably an accident. He did try to shoot me, but i shot him first. He had a pistol and a couple rounds of ammo, but nothing else. So, time to find a car.
*I wake up in a truck* Me: Ugh..Oh...god.. *bangs on truck* Driver: They woke up. Passenger: Well, you thought you could escape, huh? Me:....Wheres Aani? Where is she?! Driver: Oh don't worry about her *smirk* *I bounce around in the truck, feeling hungry and helpless* *in my mind*: Crap...Oh no, knowing the GSA they might slaughter me... I have to get out of he- *A bullet noise flies through the truck* Passenger: The hell is that? We got snipers! Me: What was that? *Driver opens the door* Driver: Where ever you are, show your selves, we are ar-*headshot* Passenger: Sh#t! *He grabs the wheel* Me: No! *I get in the cab and start a fight* Passenger: URGH! You piece of crap! *he kicks me and pushes me in* Me: OW! *I try to grab him and throw him out but all it does is push him* Passenger: *punches me and throws me in* Your going wit me!! *I jump out and grab the gun out of the corpse and point it at him* Me: Get out of the vehicle, no- *Passenger shoots but misses* Me: *I hit it him with the but of the gun and he passes out* Me: *I throw him out and drive off* Me: Oh god, what now? *in my mind*: Wait, who were those snipers? I don't know...I have to find Aani! I'll have to make do with this AK4U. To be continued...
most of the atlantic coast is under us militray control most of the midwest is under PRN control most of the northern new england is under GSA control mainly maine,vermont and new hampshire(includes firwood) southern texas is under NRN most of the west is under GSA alaska is under PRN control most of the pacific coast is under US control infinity squad is more guerilla as it operates in the regions unoccupied by the us military
