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[southsidediablo]

John slung his rifle and pulled out his canteen. He took a long drink from it and put it back. "I'm not chasing deadmen. They want to do it, let them." John took out a cigarette and lit it up. He hadn't had one since the ship, and now seemed like a perfect time for one.

[Cheshire Fox]

Darkman stood, trying to think of something to say, but all that came out was "Fuck!"

Just what I need, half the people here rushing off to get their asses killed in the woods.

He was pissed. He was trying to help these people, and almost getting his ass killed because of it. He turned and waved the pistol at the rest of the group.

"No one else fucking moves near that brush! You go out there, you're as good as fucking dead. And I'd rather shoot you now than have to deal with you trying to rip me to bits later!"

[some_weirdGuy]

((so wait, is darkman coming or not?[i cant see weather he is telling everyone not to go, and that he isn't, or weather he is coming after us to try and get us to come back, and telling no one else to follow]))

Kelvin walked through the bush, somehow he had ended up infront, with Dean close behind
"its good to know there are some decent people still in the group" said Dean
"well we cant just let her die, thats not right... that not human" as they continued to walk along Kelvins bravery just seeped away from him, every movement seemed like it was some infected creature lurking there, ready to jump out and drag Kelvin away, what was i thinking!, Kelvin was already getting jumpy, he wasn't the bravest person, even at the best of times

Silva popped out of the bushes just behind them, making Kelvin jump something awful, he could swear that had the tree tops not been in the way he would have jumped clear to the moon!
and him jumping had scared all of them, dean had jumped, and Kelvin was pretty sure he had made Silva jump as well...
"you scared me! don't do that... well at least you came, safety in numbers, whats your name? mines kelvin if you cant remember..." chatting was better then silence for Kelvin, in silence the small noises around him seemed to scream out to him, but when he talked it helped ease the tremendous fear he now felt.

[Paladin58]

"Nobody will be ripping anybody to bits. They'll get eaten first,"said Titus, grabbing a magnesium flare and phosphorus flare, and opening them up. "That is, unless they can see in there. Let there be light!"

As he said so, he cracked both flares, and threw them both into the forest, making streaks in the night sky. "I'd say there's about three hours worth of fuel in those, as they're large, but quick-burning. If they aren't back by then, then they're goners. As am I," he stated, in a somber tone. "Of course, it won't come to that. I'm going out there, to keep an eye on them. We'll all be coming back."

He set up some of the flares, and welded the axles of the van together. "Also, this has to cool for a few hours, at least; followed by another welding. I don't think there's much you can do to make it reconstitute faster, so a lot of you would be stuck here without a ride, that is unless you want to ride in that truck clown-car style."

As he walked towards the brush, with another flare, Darkman turned, and pointed his pistol at Titus. "You do it, and you'll be in a great deal of pain when I come back." He cracked the flare, and went through the brush.

(OOC: I'd say that I feel a roll coming for Titus' wellbeing, after this one. Oh well, can't be helped. Someone needs to back up our other PC's.)

[some_weirdGuy]

((yay, another moral person joins the 'high chance of dieing' group , though i don't want Kelvin to die...))

The light came over bright, blinding Kelvin for a second
"what the..!" then he realized
"they're flares! someone else is coming with us!" it might have been the fact someone else was coming to help, or the fact that the light made things seem less scary, but Kelvin felt a bit better...

[war_angel]

The light from the flares was very reasuring, though of course light works both ways as Silva had very well known,
"Silvas the name, yeah i remember, and Dean right?" he paused for a second, and carried on,
"Anyway, if we see her, and she's been bitten, i'm getting the fuck out of here, there is noway i'm waiting behind to get slaughtered, understand?!"
a small nod from the other two reassured him,
"AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
"the girl, we're close, all i can hope is that she is still human,"
He brought his shotgun upto his shoulder, and prepared himself for a suprise, there was no way one of them was going to jump out on him, he refused!

[southsidediablo]

John watched the flares for a minute, "Well, I'm pretty sure Titus will make it back. But as for me, I'm gonna sit right up here." John, jumped into the back of the F-150.

[Fire Ze Missiles!]

Dean nosed his way slowly through the trees. The light from the flares cast stark shadows, which made everything seem to jump out at him. He flinched as he moved round a tree and found a branch in his face.
'Whoa boy,' he thought to himself, 'calm down. It's just a tr-'
The scream pierced the men like red-hot swords, and they turned as one towards it.
"C'mon!" cried Dean, and sprinted off to the left as fast as his legs would carry him. 'I'm coming for you baby...'
He crashed through a wild bush and found himself in a dimly illuminated clearing. Helena was slumped in the centre, unconscious or worse.
"He-!" yelled Dean as a huge black shape swung through the darkness, lifting him clear off his feet. He slammed hard into a tree, and collapsed to the ground. Something snapped, and he cried out as he looked up. All he saw was darkness, and a pair of burning red eyes...


((OOC: The Roll-Time is upon us! Run for the hills! Nobody post until we've worked it out please ))

[some_weirdGuy]

((um... how huge, another bear huge, or just a wolf or something? if its a bear i don't think we should meet one yet, the idea with the bear is that it would be huge and really hard to kill, if we say its a wolf then we could have the rest of the pack lurking around us, which would make for a cool bit of story...))

Kelvin jumped clear up the nearest tree, whatever it was had scared the crap out of him!, and his reaction was automatic.
"Dean!" he fired his rifle, hitting whatever it was that had jumped onto Dean, unfortunately this attracted its attention, and it soon jumped up for Kelvin
"AHH!" screamed Kelvin, falling out of the tree and landing hard. Whatever it was jumped down after him, but Kelvin hear more gun shots, and the beast moved onto attack this new aggressor fired...

[southsidediablo]

(OOC: Dude, he said not to post...........)

Edited by southsidediablo, 04 February 2008 - 12:56 PM.

[Fire Ze Missiles!]

((OOC: Thanks for your loyalty SSD The Rolling has been completed, and as for the monster, seeing as how it loomed over me I was thinking more towards bear, but it could be anything...y'know, whatever floats your boats. Go ahead guys.
Oh and by the way, the people we rolled for do know what happened to them. ))

[Bernie]

(( To make it clearer for people, might I suggest a sort of 'Mod Post' when you've done the rolls. Just like, you say the rolls for people you needed to roll for, and then if somebody is injured or killed, you make a sort of RP post explaining how it happened.))

[Pastinator]

(OOC: Good idea Bern-FZM and Darkskul, bern has experience with system based RPGs, so his advice is worth something. Have a look at his site to see what he means)

Jamie peddled further up the road, it was getting dark, and he would need to find shelter soon, lest he be in danger. Suddenly, above him, he saw a flare, shining through the woods. It would attract creatures for miles he thought, but it meant humans, and well equipped ones at that, so it was probably best for Jamie to be with them, rather than not. Holding his pistol in his left hand, his crowbar in his right, Jamie started stalking through the woods, ever vigilant for danger.

Edited by Fire Ze Missiles!, 04 February 2008 - 10:00 PM.

[Cheshire Fox]

((Me and FZM decided to simply PM the players a general idea of what happened and let them write the details - ie "You escaped without harm" "You barely escaped unharmed" "You were severely injured" "You were minorly injured"))

Edited by Cheshire Fox, 04 February 2008 - 08:47 PM.

[Paladin58]

(Well, my 'Mod Roll' post, here it is. Hope it's good if I put it out there, now.)
Titus moved through the dense foliage, remembering that he and his friends used to go paintballing here when they were fresh out of high school, pretending that they were spec-ops soldiers moving through the Black Forest. He still remembered the different paths, and used some of them to his advantage to try and track where the screams were coming from. He had a flare attached to the underside of his shotgun, tape that he had also found was wrapped around both the flare and barrel. He moved towards one of his previously-thrown flares, noticing that it had moved; until an infected creature swung at him. He limboed, slid, and brought his shotgun right into the animal's face, already half ripped-off from a previous assailant. He pulled the trigger, and a bloodspray splashed through the lit areas of the forest.
As Titus moved forward, he heard another scream, and saw another infected beast attack someone else; this time it was Dean. Titus kicked his legs into a higher gear, and moved toward the scene with his terrifying speed, determined to help his new friend.

(OOC: Not sure, are we killing off Dean? If so, then Titus won't make it in time.)

[some_weirdGuy]

(( @SSD; yeah, i only posted cause i was pmed my outcome, so dont worry, im not just an ass who likes to not follow rules


as for dean, what do you hosts think, should he finally die here... or wait, with the rolling system we can use that to decide when npcs died, also if you want npc's to die more, maybe give them a -1, or -2 just to be evil ))

[war_angel]

Silva cahsed Dean into the clearing, and watched as the huge thing smashed him to the ground,
"oh shit, not another fucking bear," he pulled up his 12 gauge, and fired one shot straight into its face.
This took the attention off Kelvin for a while, unfortunately this brought its attention to Silva! The bear charged towards him at an alarming speed, "i fucking hate animals!" Silva turned around and began to run to a safer osition, abruptly running straight into a tree.
"Fuck!" he shouted as he hit the floor, he rolled over, he could feel the blood trickling from his nose, he pulled the shotgun up to his shoulder, he took aim on its face. It was still about 5 metres away, he put his finger on the trigger, BANG, BANG, a shot from the background put him off, and as he pulled the trigger the shotgun pulled off to the right, it struck the bear in the hand.
"Dammit!" he pumped the shotgun, and fired again this time hitting it int he head, he pumped it again, and got another headshot, he pumped it again, click!
"FUCK!" he cried, he rolled to his left, into a bush, and began to push the new shells into the bottom of the gun.

((just thought i would make it a little more realistic, not being too awesome!))

[Pastinator]

Hearing gunshots, Jamie advanced more cautiously. In the clearing up ahead he saw remnants of his previous group, fighting an infected bear, and other assorted creatures. What had happened to the rest of them? Had they died, or simply split up? Noticing a sprinter ready to leap at the group from the undergrowth, in front of his position, Jamie swung the crowbar down on the back of it's neck. Hopefully this would sever the spinal cord, stopping it from moving, and maybe hitting enough of the nerve stem from moving. Either way, Jamie was ready to plunge down with the other end, into it's eyeball at a moments notice.

[Fire Ze Missiles!]

((OOC: Oh yeah, I forgot you guys didn't know that...hmm. Didn't quite think this through . Well, this oughta clear things up. Oh, and Nology, apologies if I am about to rob you of your action post, but for the sake of non-confusion...))

Dean stared up into the cold, red eyes. He could see his own death reflected in them, and that knowledge terrified him right to the core of his being. The monster reared up even higher, and brought its colossal arm crashing down. Dean closed his eyes, and awaited the end.
But before it came, his ears were filled with the roar of Silva's shotgun, the blast spraying gore across him. Miraculously, the enraged animal turned its attention away from Dean to its new attacker, and the shadow of Death was lifted from Dean's shoulders. Drawing a shuddering breath, he quickly scrambled to his feet, and winced as what turned out to be his damaged wrist cracked and groaned ominously. He hefted his pistol one-handed, and fired two shots into the back of the beast.
The combined fire of the group eventually brought it low, and it collapsed moaning to the ground. Dean heaved a sigh of relief, and thanked the others.
"Hey, we're not out of here yet!" exclaimed Kelvin. "Could one of you guys help me please?"
Dean observed with mounting anxiety that he was not the only one hurt, and a rustle, followed by a bloody squelch in a nearby bush did nothing to reassure him. He hurried over to the wounded man, and helped him to his feet.
"Let's go!"

[Paladin58]

(OOC: @ war angel: Yeah, that's right. No one gets in on Titus' heroics. NO ONE! MWAHAHA! [/sarcasm] Anyway, my next post will come tomorrow, during another snow day. Probably involving fireman carrying a casualty back to the convoy, or something.)