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Kemios:

You wake up in some sort of bunker, being tended by a doctor. He says, "You almost died after being attacked by those zombified scavengers. Fortunately, your merc friends came across you and took you here. This is an ecologist base, by the way." You see Karl sitting down.

 

Enigma:

"This is a personal favor, but I want one of those mutant cat's heads mounted on my wall. I don't have the time to hunt one myself, but I will make it worth your while."

The sour dough of the epitmous pie hungers for another's sweet lips to be dulled into a state of most irreverant humbleness

TUBULAR BELLS!

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Enigma/Varius:

Even though it doesn't seem like the ideal hunting area, you manage to spot a mutant cat. It is huge, around the size of a lion. It looks similar to a cougar.

 

Universal:

Enigma has discovered the Duty and Monolith factions. Check the front page for more info.

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Yes, I thought it could create some interesting situations. Of course, the players will influence the demise or victory of factions.

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Varius attempts to flatten himself to the ground and crawl to get a good angle on the cat, camouflaging himself to resemble the ground. He readies to shoot.

10:53 PM - retech9691: I feel the need
10:53 PM - retech9691: To include many chasms in my story arc
10:53 PM - Resistance: You mean plotholes?

 

Remember, Remember, the 4th of November

RIP Dawngate ;-;

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FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF was playing Bad Company 2 (new favourite FPS, move over TF2)

 

I believe I was making my way t'wards a factory? I continue doing so, if I am. If I'm not, I walk around aimlessly.

'Tis I, 'tis Vindice, 'tis I!

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Anyone want to play Reanimated? I can mod for a little while.

10:53 PM - retech9691: I feel the need
10:53 PM - retech9691: To include many chasms in my story arc
10:53 PM - Resistance: You mean plotholes?

 

Remember, Remember, the 4th of November

RIP Dawngate ;-;

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Made several updates in the front page. First, the weapon system has been tweaked a little bit, check the update posted right above the player stats. Player info has also been updated. Also, if you haven't already, take a look at the faction stats for when the next session comes around (probably tomorrow)

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Well, if you get another person or two to come, I guess I could do a half-hour one.

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Kemios:

You get up, and look around the bunker. There is a head professor, a trader/repair man, several ecologists, and a group of mercs, probably the ones who you were sent to look for.

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Kemios:

The head of the merc groups tells you, "The ecologists gave us a contract to secure an area for them. It is an old cement plant to the northeast of here. We get a cut of the territory as well. However, we lost contact with a large group of loners that took up residence there."

The sour dough of the epitmous pie hungers for another's sweet lips to be dulled into a state of most irreverant humbleness

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Kemios:

The ecologist trader looks at you and says, "I usually don't do this, but since you are working on our contract, here are some 5.7x28MM rounds (20). I don't have any more until the next shipment arrives."

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Kemios:

The mercs were waiting for you. The group consists of 4 men, a medic, a sniper, a pyro, and the leader, which has a P90 as well. All of them are heavily armored, and seem quite experienced. You arrive at the factory, and spot around ten dead loners outside the entrance.

The sour dough of the epitmous pie hungers for another's sweet lips to be dulled into a state of most irreverant humbleness

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Kemios:

None of the men have a mirror. You check the dead bodies, which have claw and bite marks all over them. The medic states, "I've never seen anything like this. These bite marks don't resemble any animal that I have seen before. They almost look human, but not quite." You manage to find 200c along with another (12) 9mm rounds. One of the bodies has a PDA on it, which has a recording. "11:00 PM: Heard some strange noises outside, Jenkins went to investigate. 11:20 PM: Jenkins is dead! Some animal attacked him, and bit his jugular. Everyone is going out to investigate. 12:07 AM: What was that...[someone mumbles]. Wait, over there! Open fire [gunfire]! We're surrounded, somebody send an SOS signal, I repeat sombody sen-[static]" You find no sign of the attackers, but plenty of blood all over. The merc team moves up to the factory entrace, and one of them sends a snake camera through the door.

 

Kurt:

The professor approaches you, and says, "Our colleague is recovering fast. He has had a successful blood transfusion, and the wounds have been treated. If it was not for you help he would have died."

The sour dough of the epitmous pie hungers for another's sweet lips to be dulled into a state of most irreverant humbleness

TUBULAR BELLS!

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