It begins

*after a while the come across an abandoned village*

OOC: 20th century aesthetic

"huh"

*the village is run down, the wood has decayed, plant life has taken hold of what were originally houses.
There are no bodies, no signs of battle or attempts to flee, just an abandoned village*
OOC:think Pripyat without the mess

Matthew: this isn't a sniper friendly area....be on your guard, we don't know what lived here
*carries on moving towards the village, but in a far more silent fashion*

"Hey, keep your breathing down; I can hear you from up here"

shhh

He drops soundlesly next to the human

Can you hear anything?

"no."

"Everything"

Is there anything nearby?
I don't want to get ambushed

"If it is it won't be for long"

*rolls his eyes and moves toward the closest house that hasn't been completely overrun with flora*

Keep an eye out

OOC: Back in a bit, I have a detention

OOC good luck
IC "Something wrong shorty?"

"I can smell something... a creatures breath... it was here not long ago"

OOC: I walked in 30 seconds late and they have me a DT

IC: not overly keen on being attacked from the rear, follow me if you want.

OOC: almost time to challenge fate

OOC: back in 30

OOC I know the feeling

Ooc: naughty.

Ooc. One, its overrun by flora, not fauna
Two, still dont know the relevant american law, but here its outright illegal to take away your freedom of going where you want unless they know you have stolen goods on you or something... And this whole detention routine seems extremely idiotic and unproductive anyway...

OOC: I always get those confused, thanks!
I'm in Canada, though to me detention just means read your book for a bit.

IC: *opens the door*

OOC: *crickets chirp*

IC:
*something darts round a corner, out of sight*

my dude gets into a combat stance

"What are you... this interests me" the bug jumps onto the roof, as if he were weightless.

*He sees nothing, just dead grass*

"Guys? What have you seen?"

"I heard sumthin"

"I can hear it... smell it... it's scared... and angry"

Right...*backs out of the building and closes the door*


Unknown: *something slams into the door whilst more footsteps are heard nearby*

he revs his propellor like a chainsaw

*masses of footsteps and breathing can now be heard, quickly getting closer*


*a rope is actively dragged, leading into a small school just opposite Reknu 445*

"Whats that building?"

Which one?

*backs away from the house and sheathed his sabre, readying his rifle for whatever comes at him*

my guy waits

"The one opposite where I'm standing" he points at it.

OOC: right, fate shall dictate just how many of my new gribbly get to try and eat us
2D30+10

OOC oi bush ya got steam?

That looks like a school.... A place of education

OOC: yes but my PC is dead

OOC what's ur username I'll add ya
I'm The mighty penguin

OOC: Pretty sure it's sir BushWookie
Could someone do fate for me?

OOC sure what do you want me to roll?

2 d30 or a D100 if you're feeling particularly badass

Fate shall decide how many gribbly things I get to throw at us.
It'll probably flop and roll a 2.....

OOC: fuck it!

*a single figure appears in the distance*
(400m give or take)

OOC sorry got called away rolling now

The member 'Gorath' has done the following action : Challange Fate

'd30' : 30, 9

OOC: oh thanks!...sorry
So 39 + 12 is 51. Yay 51 little gribbly bastards to kill.





It spelt challenge wrong

OOC *shrugs* and oh dears

OOC: these have just awoken, they're not too smart

"Meat bags... somethings not right"

No shit!
*aims at the figure, using his scope to see in detail*

It's human, clothes ripped, no lips, very unbalanced movement, the skin looks grey and dead.....

"Then don't shoot"