SCRAGZOR THE GR8!!

Ooooo, I say a red-headed waif of a girl.

If not, maybe a slightly out of shape 20 something male with dark brown hair.

Andrew Shepard.

We are meat popsicles.

A random dwarf in a d20 modern setting, with a shotgun as a main weapon.

Roll 1d100. Depending on the roll, it will decide who we are.

Aw crap, how does the rolling work again?
I don't use it often, my apologies.

rolled 88 = 88

red-headed waif

Simply type dice+XdY+Z or dice XdY Z (the Z is optional) into the email field to roll X dice with Y sides and add a modifier Z.

I am waiting for another name before the rolls begin. The first name is Andrew Shepard. What is the second?

rolled 56 = 56

Erin Webster, redheaded waif

John Chronicle

rolled 16 = 16

>>8716158
Alice Aravirta

Beside your bed, near the headrest, you see a small wooden sidetable. On it, you see a wallet, an old beaten leather one, you can't quite remember where you got it from.

When you open it, you see one of a piece of government issued identification. Picking at it, you are able to retrieve it with dirtied, broken fingernails.

You are Erin Webster. What do you do?

Jake Mandrake

(( It was either Andrew Shepard or Erin Webster, odd or even - We'll be playing in the style of Tau Quest rolling for tonight. ))

>>8716239
Check the wallet for money/credit cards, pieces of paper with phone numbers, etc.
Look for a window or two?

Also, will we be rolling for all actions all the time, or just at prompting?

>>8716239
what am I wearing/have with me?

>>8716239
collect the wallet and get up from the bed.
proceed to take a look around and see what's what.

rolled 64 = 64

>>8716281

>>8716276

(( Just when prompted for the time being. First person to say something coherent gets their action chosen. ))

You check your wallet for any other valuables, but sadly, nothing of value remains. No credit cards, no debit cards, no gift certificates, nothing.

When you unzip your change 'pocket', you find it filled to the brim with torn pieces of paper, all scrawled with little notes in your own handwriting. They all appear to say the same thing:

Don't wake up.

As you approach the window, you hear something outside your door - not too close, but you're certain you heard something.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H-JUx5MDEqo (( Mood music ))

>>8716278

You lift up the blanket. You are wearing one pair of denim jeans, dirty. You also appear to be wearing a brown t-shirt. You think it was once white.

Approach door slowly and quietly, listen for more noise.

>>8716340
lift 1 blind and peek out window

>>8716340
hide behind something and keep an eye on the door without being too visable.

Check pillow wetness. Blood?

>>8716380

Before you approach the door, you see that the dust on the ground has been disturbed, creating a large imprint on the ground. It appears that this door has been opened recently, but there are no footprints. The floor creaks underneath your weight, but more tellingly, your stomach growls. When did you eat last?

What was that?

Roll 1d100.

rolled 10 = 10

>>8716415
oh shi-

F5

>>8716443

You can make it out clearly as you press your ear to the door.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XVM-tFAdADg

The din of a muffled radio plays behind the door, but seemingly far away. As the marching begins in the music, the drum beats pounding away, you hear

footsteps

I say open the door, try to find the source of the footsteps and find out where we are.

search for a blunt/sharp object

I get up and check the pockets of my bathrobe. Finding a bottle of pills, I take a few. Looking out the window, I see a bulldozer. OH SHIT I'M RUNNING OUT OF TURNS!

rolled 42 = 42

>>8716481
look around for some sort of object usable as a weapon, then proceed to slowly open the door and look around it.
If the door creaks too much, stop opening it and listen.

>>8716481
hide on the hinge side of the door, if some one comes in maybe we can sneak out behind them.

>You open your eyes.
>Open your eyes.
>I see your eyes are open.

>>8716498

The door opens with another creak. Upon closer inspection, it appears that not only does it open inward, the door hinges are quite rusted. Another look around your room does nothing to alleviate your nervousness -

Why was the alarm clock radio smashed beside the foot of the bed?

Why is your pillow drenched in some sort of brown vitriol?

As you continue to open the door to its fullest, you see a note taped on the door.

"Andrew Shepard is dead.

You are alone."

rolled 39 = 39

>>8716566
ignore the note, who the fuck is andrew shepard anyway.
once again search for a weapon and then leave the room cautiously.

>>8716566
guess we need to find out who those footsteps belong to.

>>8716566
begin freaking out

>>8716595

Weapon?

The word hits home for you. You rub the back of your head, your hair clotted and damp with you can only suppose to be blood.

You walk back into the room, looking around, under the bed, through the drawers, nothing that you could 'use' as a weapon. There is a blanket, a bed, a smashed radio, window blinds, a pillow and... wait... isn't that the ceiling fan blade?

You pick up the ceiling fan blade. You aren't sure if you can hit someone with this, I mean, your fingers look skeletal. Alive, but weak.

>>8716595

(( Please only roll when prompted too AKA I say Roll 1d100 ))

rolled 8 = 8

>>8716642
hold fast to the fan blade and leave the room, mainly to search for some fuckin' food.

Exit the room with our new found tool, find the radio and the source of the footsteps. Maybe look for some sustenance while we're at it.

make a makeshift cloak out of the blanket to help hide face

>>8716671

You clutch the fan blade for dear life, you wished that it was a bit more comfortable like that pillow back there.

You enter the hallway, past the open door. As you crane your neck left, then right, you see that the doors are labelled with brass numbers. Your door has none.

What do?

rolled 77 = 77

>>8716703
go left, you always go left for the first turn.

if these rooms appear to be residential, IE a hotel, check rooms to be unlocked while passing.

Inspect the numbers; does the sequence carry on as though our room doesn't exist, or have the numbers simply been removed?

>>8716723

You look at your door more intently. It appears that it once bore numbers, and with a quick search to the nearby doors, it appears that not only are you on the 5th floor, but you were using Suite 7.

Number 57.

The music stopped.

Roll 1d100

(( http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fW8cNHnLXeA ))

>>8716721

(( argh stop rolling I'm going to discount what you said this time because you rolled ))

look at the numbers, listen for footsteps or talking, smell for the scent of food.

rolled 43 = 43

>>8716768
:P well fine

>You open your eyes.
I SEE YOUR EYES ARE OPEN~

rolled 76 = 76

>>8716768

>>8716790

You definately hear the footsteps building up again, but this time, they are followed by a crash. You hear the shattering of what you can only presume to be the radio, followed by screaming.

Inhuman shrieking.

Three doors down to your right, you hear the oak door being battered and bashed with what you can only assume to be something bad.

Very bad.

You hear the wooden door begin to splinter, near the part where the lock has been affixed. The assault is worsening. If you were gripping the fan blade any tighter, you'd hurt yourself terribly.

What do?

rolled 17 = 17

>>8716768
HIDE

>>8716921
what he said!

>>8716921

Hide? HIDE WHERE?

>>8716915
run in opposite direction of smashed door

rolled 27 = 27

>>8716915
If we cant hide stand to the side of the door to whack what comes through.
If it isnt hostle, try and communicate.

>>8716952
back into the room and brace the door, as quietly as possible.

>>8716915

Get the hell out of dodge.

>>8716957

With every frantic pace, you hear the cacophony of cracking wood grow every more feverish, the screaming turning to laughter. You pass by Suite 5 in your scramble down the hallway.

What do?

>>8716985
back into our room and brace door. NAOH

rolled 36 = 36

We shouldn't have gotten out of bed...

If we're hiding, we ought to do it behind a closed door.

>>8716985

See if there is a staircase, if so, get downstairs, there's no point staying in a hallway where somebody is being murdered in one of the other suites.

>>8717000
Sorry 'bout that roll there.

Either back into our own room or into the closest unlocked Suite.

check door 5 for lockedness. if it's open go in. if not, try 4. how far does the hallway go?

Aaaaw shit.
FLEE, down the hall, hope for some stairs.

Your mind is overwhelmed. Do you flee? Do you return to your room and hide?

You look behind, towards the door you left open. That is, of course, until the oak door down the way shattered partially. Is that a hand? What is that thing attached to his arm? THAT HAS TO BE A HAND, RIGHT?

Right?

http://tindeck.com/listen/jror

where does the hallway turn or end?

>>8717067
back into the damn room! brace the damn door with the largest movable piece of furniture and then some! NOW!

I reiterate; FLEE ERIN
Hopefully we find some stairs...

>>8717087

The hallway ends in what appears to be a staircase, one meant for emergency use only. Beside it, you can see the open doors of elevator shafts.

Roll 1d100. Evens, we run. Odds, we hide.

rolled 2 = 2

>>8717111
god dammit.

rolled 12 = 12

>>8717111

elevator

>>8717126

Discretion is the better part of valour.

You book it, to put it frankly. As you pound the ground with your feet, you would be grateful for a pair of sneakers by now. You run towards the staircase, pulling open the red door. Once inside, you slam the door shut behind you.

You crumble down to the ground, heaving in and out, catching your breath. You are in a staircase, with concrete steps. Dust covers every surface, every step and even the white railings.

You hear the sounds of anger and frustration behind you, then a few solid slams connecting with the door. A final crack tells you that the door is effectively gone.

What do?

>>8717188
head downstairs, quietly if the "thing" doesn't seem to be pursuing.

Down the stairs, lass, preferably outside where we can find someone, anyone. Though, from a metagame standpoint that seems kind of unlikely...

>>8717188
if the door has a window look back, if not keep going

>>8717208

Pit pat go your feet.

Slip slap goes the thing down the hallway.

You've made it down a flight of stairs, about halfway to the 4th floor. As you kick up dust with each careful step, you realize that it is quite cold. You're starving

You want to go home. Where is home anyways?

>>8717188

KEEP MOVING

However, whatever that thing is could follow our trail in the dust. We really don't have any other options, though.

>>8717244
THINKING OF HOME AT A TIME LIKE THIS
Motherfucking pyramid head is chasing you woman, pay attention!

>>8717244
use the technique you learned in that expensive memory class you took.

>>8717244
bitch needs to pay attention and stop being so damn ADHD. KEEP FUCKING RUNNING DOWN TO THE FIRST FLOOR IF NOTHING EVENTFUL HAPPENS.

>>8717260

Why can't I think about home at a time like this, Mister? All I want to do is go home and have a nice bowl of soup.

>>8717250

You keep moving, unsurprising. God only knows what that thing was, but you were certain it was a man. Absolutely certain, except for, you know, that whole hand thing. As you make it down the fouth staircase, you take a quick glance out the fire-door: More dust, more suites... and a blood trail.

>>8717312
screw the blood trail, keep going to the ground floor.

keep running til you hit ground

>>8717312

Following the trail is both our only lead and bound to end in tears.

ALL RIGHT LET'S GO

I concur; no bloodtrail following. To the ground floor!

With stalwart determination, you deem it best to make it to the ground floor. You pant with each step, a veritable cloud of dust kicking up. By the time you reach the third floor, you can hear the clangs of metal-against-metal from the fifth floor fire door. You're fairly certain that it should hold, for a little white. I think.

I've made it to the bottom, guys. What do I do now? I thought we were gone for sure back there - its kinda dark down here, the windows are blocked up with dust and soot outside. The fire door's right over there, you want me to go through it?

>>8717370
bitch, get back in the kitchen.


seriously, look for the kitchen and get some fucking food!

Well, uh, I think there was a fire door that leads outside, and another that leads to the lobby, I think. Which one?

WELL ERIN UNLESS YOU WANNA DIE GO THROUGH THE DOOR

THIS PLACE IS A DEATHTRAP

>>8717370
What, like there's anywhere else we could go?

>>8717370
yes

>>8717390
outside, fuck it.

>>8717390
Look through the fire door. If there's something hostile on the other side, close it and head for the lobby.

(The idea being that the fire door will be designed to be hard for people outside to get through, whereas the lobby door will be designed to be easy for people in the lobby to get through.)

I suggest the fire escape door. We can find a diner or something elsewhere.

leave! The! BUILDING!

>>8717433

(( You gave a long, coherent response. I'll reply to it. ))

The fire door appears to have no windows, but rather a stainless steel push bar for easy exits. The lobby offers a door handle that opens inwards. Neither appears to have disturbed dust on the ground.

Roll 1d100. Evens, we go to the lobby. Odds, we go through the fire door.

rolled 65 = 65

Rollan

>>8717470
decide on a door, open the door you decided against to disturb the dust under it, then go out the chosen door.

>>8717470
oh bawww
bad DM is bad.
night /tg/

rolled 84 = 84

>>8717470

>>8717470
Whichever way we go: look before we leap.

>>8717507

You exit through the fire door and it clicks shut behind you.

You stumble out onto into the back alley, only to look about to see the numerous chains and hooks hanging off the nearby fire escape. They look like meat hooks, you've seen those before at the butchers.

The buildings appear to be a mix of concrete and brick, towering around you a number of stories above. Around, you see numerous garbage cans, all knocked over on their sides, their contents strewn about and ripped open.

You are colder than ever now. You shiver.

What do?

>>8717561
I don't suppose that anything particularly useful in said garbage catches our eye? Better weapon than a fan blade, perhaps, or something that looks particularly edible in spite of its trashed state?

rolled 3 = 3

>>8717470

We can't afford to be running around in our bare feet forever. We need to find shoes, or make hobo shoes from newspaper and rags or something.

>>8717561

See if there's any lights on somewhere in the city, if so, head towards those.

>>8717561
DM is ignoring input and consensus. Quest fail! Good night.

grab a garbage can lid to use as a makeshift shield then leave then leave the ally.

Open my eyes? And see...

Your eyes are open.

>>8717577

You see quite a few papers, most likely memoes and ledges... nothing in the way of food or other consumables. You really ought to be careful, though, because there could be needles in there. Mom told me never to stick my hand into a garbage can without looking.

>>8717579

You rummage through the garbage carefully, revealing a few grocery bags. After crumpling papers together, you stuff them (with your feet) into the bags, tying it all together at the top.

What do?

>>8717623

>>8717593
This

>>8717612

>>8717602

(( :( This is my first quest, I suck.

I'll wait until a 'general' consensus of three similar ideas from different people before I make any actions then. ))

grab lid, leave ally

>>8717623
>>8717593

We've seen our hands, and can tell we're in crappy shape. Now that we've got shoes we can travel as far as our emaciated body will take us. We'll want to start gathering resources.

A garbage can lid will probably not do us much good as a shield, but if we bend it and stuff it in our shirt it could serve as makeshift armor.

Really our priorities should be finding water, finding a mirror to check our head wound, and finding food and medical attention.

>>8717698
and none of those will be in this ally. we should go somewhere else.

(( Two for lid, two for alley before writing next section ))

You think you might need -some- protection before wandering off into the streets. After deftly retrieving a garbage lid, you hold it aloft in your left hand. Looking around, you don't seem to hear any other signs of life kicking about.

You wander from out of the alley way into the street for a better look. The scene is littered with newspapers, crashed cars, buses, it all looks as if it were out of some kind of movie. You could spot a crash over there, an overturned luxury sedan a bit further. The street goes on both ways, north and south.

Overcast, unsurprisingly, and a little bit of ... ash? Maybe? Well, anyways, it falls to the ground bit by bit every moment or two. You wouldn't want to stick your tongue out to catch it, trust me.


Roll 1d100.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q79VKiulRcI

Roll 1d100.

rolled 24 = 24

>>8717727

Check the sedan I guess. Might be something useful in it, and a crash will be easy to get into.

>>8717744

It'll have a mirror, at least a rear-view mirror, and there might be bottled water in there.

building along the street include...?

>>8717744

(( First roll, first response. Still deciding whether to do -first post after mine- or -consensus voting- for player actions. ))

You walk over to the sedan, peering through the shattered windows. As you trudge over, your shoes take the most of the little glass shards, leaving what was potentially dangerous relatively harmless to you.

Clever girl.

You hear commotion back in the hotel behind you, the "Fairmont" says the sign. You hear a coarse yell, something about how the meat was getting away - followed by a tremendous clash of metal against wood against, well, just about anything. Looks like there's a fight breaking out, and you just escaped it.

You hear a very familiar beleaguered scream, followed by laughing... followed by a sickening crunch. You have time to act.

What do?

>>8717727

>>8717789
?

>>8717795

You're not really giving us enough to make a decision with. How far are we from the hotel? Are we clearly visible from the lobby or other door? Any activity in the windows?

We should probably put more distance between us and the hotel. There are other crashes we can look at once we're relatively safe.

>>8717789

(( Oh, sorry about that: They include the Hotel, a number of fashion stores and office buildings, but nothing in the way of a corner store. ))

>>8717850

(( I'm sorry, my mistake. Again. ))

You wandered past the crash, which was situated in the middle of the street, a few dozen meters from the front of the Hotel.

Around 25 meters away, you saw the overturned Sedan and wandered over to that, north of the Hotel. Currently, you are partially out of view since you are at an angle for the front windows, but not quite enough to be out of sight. You're still out on the street.

When you look up towards the third story window, you see movement brushing the curtains around. Unfortunately, the window isn't open, so there is no way a breeze could move it about.

Another noise is heard from the main floor, a flurry of footsteps running about, accompanied by yelling.

"WHERE IS THAT FUCKING WHORE?".

hide in a fashion store and get real shoes while your in there.

>>8717795
Pick up one the newspapers. To find out why the city is in this state.

>>8717895

Well that tears it. Time to hide. If there's any better cover than the sedan we should use it, otherwise we'll have to hide behind the sedan and hope they look elsewhere first for us.

>>8717931

We should worry about real shoes once the danger has passed. Our hobo-shoes are going to be noisy. If we can't get to cover in a few steps, we should just hide under the cover the sedan provides.

>>8717932
dramatically look at the headlines

OPEN YOUR EYES.

I SEE.

YOUR EYES ARE OPEN.

WEAR NO DIGUISE.

FOR ME.

COME INTO THE OPEN.

WHEN IT'S COLD. (WHEN'S IT COLD.)

OUTSIDE. (OUTSIDE)

AM I HERE IN VAIN?

HOLD ON.

TO THE NIGHT.

THERE WILL BE

NO SHAME.

ALWAYS.

I WANNA BE WITH YOU.

MAKE BELIEVE WITH YOU.

AND LIVE IN HARMONY HARMONY

OH LOVE!


ALWAYS.

I WANNA BE WITH YOU.

MAKE BELIEVE WITH YOU.

AND LIVE IN HARMONY HARMONY

OH LOVE!

>>8717986

omg unicorn

(( I'm counting 3 hides, two for the sedan. Also, two newspaper votes. One unicorn, because it is cold outside and your eyes are open. ))

This wasn't good. You scamper over into the overturned sedan, praying to some higher power that they, whoever they were, didn't see you. As you get to your knees, however, you drag in a newspaper with you - it appears to be USA Today.

Crawling into the backseat, you find an assortment of children's clothing, a bit too small for you. A bit more hurried rummaging reveals a blanket or two, a bit dirty but it'll do the job.

As you open up the news paper to block the view into the sedan, you hear the double doors to the hotel open. Four feet fall to the ground, stopping on the sidewalk.

"Fuck. Fresh meat, too. You said she was young too, man! FUCK.".

You hear the cocking of a shotgun.

What do?

>>8718018
step 1: dramatically read date and headlines

>>8718018
Blast them with the power of HARMONY HARMONY.

>>8718044
inb4 "Breen ends 7 Hour War."

>>8718018

Hide under the blankets and don't make any noise.

Hide under blankets and childrens clothing try and make it look natural

>>8718060
But Breen DID end the 7 Hour war with human surrender.

>>8718086
Oh great/ So Breen is French. Great. Fucking Surrender Monkeys.

>>8718044

Date: October 27th, 1962.
Headlines: War! America Intervenes In Cuba, Soviet Munition Ships Sunk!

>>8718062

(Hide under blankets it is.)

You remain still underneath the blankets, throwing them on as quietly as you can. You hear heavy boots trundling around outside, approaching your car.

"Oh c'mon, I thought you liked us! We promised you a can of beans, right? We didn't mean all those terrible things!"

Your stomach growls in protest.

Roll 1d100.

>>8718099
Well except in Eastern Europe. Human there still start a resistance.
>>8718155
>Soviet Munition Ships Sunk!
FFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU-

rolled 57 = 57

>>8718155

Just stay hidden, those beans come with a side of rape followed by a cannibalism bad end.

>>8718189

It also seems like an eternity for the man out there to leave. As you quietly wait underneath the blankets, you close your eyes for a moment, praying he would just go away.

He wanders back into the building with his comrade, slamming the door behind him. As you look through the strewn pile of clothing, you find a bottle of Coca Cola. Warm, dull, but the lid is still firmly attached. Sweet sustenance at last.

It is quiet, but you are feeling a bit warmer now. You can hear the whistling of the wind outside.

What do?

>>8718155
oh boy! beans! throw yourself at them.

Head for the fashion store and try to find shoes and maybe some better clothing

>>8718249

rolled 95 = 95

>>8718219

Coke takes years to go bad. Open it, drink it, and keep the bottle (make a bindle sack with the blanket if you have to).

Tear the rear-view mirror off the window if you can, and stuff it in the bindle too.

Get further away from the hotel, a few blocks further north at least, and search for shoes and heavier garments. Find a second mirror and examine your head wound.

>>8718272

Whoops, left dice in the e-mail field there by mistake.

>>8718219
Slowly open the soda, so hissing noise won't be to loud and the drink that motherfucker down.

drink the coke. take the bottle, blankets mirror and clothes to the store.

>>8718272
>>8718249

You find the rear-view mirror. It is cracked, but it will suffice. When you take a look, your face is as dirty as every - but your red hair certainly stands out against all this grey.

After grabbing the rear-view mirror and the blanket, you open the Coca-Cola once you leave the vehicle. You take a moment to breathe yet again, before slinging the blanket over your shoulder (Don't worry, you bring the undersized clothing too). With mirror and fan blade in hand, you trudge over to the closest fashion store.

This one appears to be for big girls, and, well, you aren't quite a big girl yet. There is a nice set of high heels though, you always wanted a pair. Mum said no.

Wait, I'm supposed to pay attention, right? Right.

So I walk down to the street to the next store. It looks like they sell more practical clothing here, like coats and such. You don't walk through the front door, since it appears to be locked. After listening and looking carefully, you walk through the front window of the clothing store. Inside, you see mostly bare clothing racks. People certainly ransacked this store in a hurry.

Roll 1d100 for a search.

rolled 18 = 18

>>8718372

rolled 81 = 81

>>8718372

We'll want a coat, shoes, socks, and a spare set of underwear at a minimum. About how old are we, at a guess?

>>8718372
That's a noko + dice + 1d100 by the way.

Well, we gotta find edible food, drinkable water, possibly some medical supplies. Maybe we'll find a source of fire, too. Fire + Water + Soap = somewhat cleaner body.

>>8718382
Tone of voice suggests 11.

ITT: /tg/ is finally the little girl.

>>8718394

Noko fucking sucks, you could be rolling anything with noko

rolled 1200 + 666 = 1866

>>8718403

Hey, are we shooting for high rolls or low?

>>8718418
Huzzah! Now we can travel.
Better search around for edible foods, waters, and possibly a source of fire. If we can obtain foods, waters, warmth, and soap, we can raise our max HP! ^_^

Aww the post disappeared.

(( Don't nokoroll again. It throws me off. I won't count the next one. ))

12. You're 12. A bit of a tomboy, but its alright. Not many girls around anyhow.

Anyways, you look around the store. The further you walk in, the darker it becomes. You wait a moment for your eyes to adjust, carefully watching for signs of movement. You hear the squeak of a rat, letting it scamper by.

A few moments later, you find an oversized overcoat, a sweater, some socks, three pairs of undergarments and even a comfortable pair of sneakers. It is almost as if it were a treasure trove in here!

Once you dress yourself in appropriate attire, you're able to find a nearby broom - fashioning your very own hobo stick - or rather bindle.

What now?

>>8718451
Stay in alleyways, or at least out of sight of the hotel.
Search for sources of Food, Water, Fire, and Soap.

>>8718451
Drop fanblade
Drop trashcan lid
Drop hobo shoes
Equip hobo stick
Equip real shoes
Equip warm clothes

(( Low rolls, best rolls. ))

>>8718459

You look into the backrooms of the clothing store, finding the womens' bathroom with ease. You warily open the door, allowing a very slight stream of light to pour in. On the left, you see a sink and mirror. On the right, you see a bathroom stall.

>>8718451
use the mirror to investigate your head wound. you should probably tear up a shirt to make a bandage.

>>8718451

12 years old! That's awfully young to be in a post-apocalyptic city. At least we can read.

Let's check out the wound on our head. We've got a hand-held mirror now, and there should be a mirror in here somewhere we can use so we can see what the damage the braining those cannibals did to us is.

After we get a look at it, we should use the cleanest rag we have on hand to cover it.

Then we should try to remember where we last saw Mum 12 is too young to be away from mum for long.

Double checking inventory:

Fan Blade
Plastic Bags with Newspapers.
Newspaper
Jeans
T-Shirt
Sweater
Overcoat
Sneakers
Socks
Underwear
Blanket + Broom + Children's Clothing = Bindle

Drop anything?

>>8718475
Investigate bathroom stall. If stall contains toilet, remove top of toilet to obtain waters.
Test sink taps to determine if water still flows in this city.

>>8718491
Drop fanblade
Drop newspaper
Drop plastic bag with newspaper

>>8718491
drop NOTHING!

>>8718502
Drop hands.
>You have no hands with which to drop that
Fffuuuuu

>>8718491

You forgot the trash can lid and the empty coke bottle.

A clean container is always valuable. Keep the bottle for now.

We don't need the hobo shoes now, but we should hang on to the newspaper. It's useful as extra insulation if we're caught out in the cold.

The fan blade is of dubious use isn't it? So is the lid, for that matter.

>>8718498
no, the fanblade could be sharpened to make a decent weapon and the newspaper could be used for kindling.

>>8718514
Good point, keep the newspaper.
The Fanblade doesn't have a handle, so it's useless as a weapon compared to the hobo broom.
Keep bottle, obviously.

>>8718491
New inventory should be:

Newspapers
Empty bottle
Underwear Jeans + T-Shirt + Sweater + Overcoat = Clothes
Socks + Sneakers = Shoes
Blanket + Broom + Children's Clothing = Bindle

>>8718491
Where'd OP go?

>>8718518
so its just a sheet of thin metal. that can still be heated over a fire and used to cook stuff on.

Pray to the god Emperor for the strength to purge the mutants and heretics from his world.

>Int

Newspapers
Empty Bottle
Underwear Jeans + T-Shirt + Sweater + Overcoat = Clothes
Socks + Sneakers = Shoes
Blanket + Broom + Children's Clothing = Bindle
Rear view mirror

Ground/Discard:

Fan Blade
Trashcan Shield
Plastic Bags with Papers.

--

You open the door, allowing as much light into the room as possible. Once you wander in, you put down your stuff before retrieving your mirror to help check out the back of your head.

You can definitely see the dried blood of where the lead pipe whacked you in the back of the head. You think it might be okay after all, just this once, you got lucky.

You try working the sink taps, but nothing works. You get the bright idea to go over to the toilet, lift up the porcelain lid and--

Wait a minute. You want me to DRINK TOILET WATER? ARE YOU CRAZY?

>>8718563

The water in the yank will be ok. So long as it has not stagnated. Sniff it, if it smells fine and theres no layer of viscous muck then its good to drink.


ALSO! Is your memory returning?

We can probably find a Pot or a Pan to use for real cooking once we find some fire.

>>8718563
No, you idiot. Cistern water. You know, Cisterns? The things toilets store their water in before they flush?

>>8718563

Not water from the bowel of the toilet, water from the back part of it, the tank.

>>8718570
Aye. Unclean water bad. Better find us a source of Fire so we can boil water.

this 12 year old girl is abnormally resourceful for her age.

>>8718606

FAITH AND DUTY.

>>8718609
Also doesn't seem to post very fast. *cough*

>>8718563

Before we go out again we should make a face mask so we're not breathing the ash in the air.

>>8718614

Knowledge is power. Hide it well.

>>8718624
Yeah but this is silly, it's been 10 minutes.

>>8718606

only in your deepest self is the truth of what you can be. And, without a doubt, that truth is terrible to bear.

>>8718647
Most conflicts are resolved in 5, and everything else is a 2 minute job. I know typing shit up takes time when you're essentially worldbuilding from scratch, but dude ...

>>8718606
*Shrug*

>>8718563
Right, it's been 15 minutes. OP has decided to fuck off and be AFK, quest is over, you win.

>>8718647

What is the terror of death
That we die our work incomplete
What is the joy of life
To die knowing our task is done

You spent this moment to reflect. When did you last see Mum?

Oh no, not Mum. She was back at the shelter with the other 20 people, we were all alright back there - until the Army men came and took our stuff.

Then they shot Miss Henderson when they tried to take her away. And then that's when the bad stuff started happening. Mom shoved me out and told me to keep running. So I did.

Who was Shepard?

>>8718653

An open mind is like a fortress with its gate unbarred and unguarded.

>>8718687

Your memory is returning it seems.

This is good yesno?

>>8718584

Excuse me, mister, but a toilet is a toilet. I don't know who you are, but drinking from a toilet is kinda gross.

Erin ponders for a moment before dipping in her coke bottle, filling it up just a little bit. She'll hang onto it for later.

>>8718692

No. No! That is when they started shooting! They wanted our water and our food! They said they deserved it because they were soldiers, but they didn't look anything like them!

--

We've filled up a glass bottle with toilet water (don't worry guys, I know it may be clean, but will a 12 year old girl?), we've checked our wound and we've made sure we can try and carry all our stuff. What is our next step?

(( I also want to apologise. I decided to type those last few paragraphs in MS Word, but then NoScript started acting up, so shit hit the fan while I tried to figure out what went wrong. ))

>>8718709
find a Costco, you'll be fine after that.

>>8718709

The next step is to assess our memory of the current world and its geopolitical state along with its immediate ramifications in regards to our survival.

Do we know what happened to the world?

>>8718732

(( As a twelve year old girl, we don't really have a political knowledge of anything. The situation (meta) was briefly covered earlier in the thread. ))

>>8718155

Date: October 27th, 1962.
Headlines: War! America Intervenes In Cuba, Soviet Munition Ships Sunk!

>>8718687

It's been weeks since we saw Mum. Shepard was the old man who taught us how to live once we realized the army had taken Mum. He was nice, but he got his hand caught in a wreck that shifted when he tried to get a can of food from it. We couldn't help him move it, and when we were away getting water for him, someone came and killed him and chopped him off from the wreck.

They left his hand, but there was so much blood that there's no way he survived that.

It's been a week since then, and we were lured by the prospect of food into a trap laid by cannibals.

>>8718751

Very well. There is a quote from the combined holy scriptures of the Imperium that is rather pertinent here I believe:

"There can be no bystanders in the battle for survival. Anyone who will not fight by your side is an enemy you must crush."


However there is another quote from my personal rules of survival that is even more pertinent.

"When alone without a direction in which to go, find a vacated building. Make it your fortress. No one comes in or out but you."

Ideal things to look for: Unassuming, intact doors (sturdy preferably), unlikely to be targeted by looters and finally within jumping distance of other buildings from the roof or at least within enough distance you can make a bridge between it and other buildings.

>>8718751

Oh, that's right. He had a rifle and everything, one of those guns that people used to shoot rabbits and stuff. He was funny and nice and everything.

We moved from the last city, though. He said that the military was coming in to salvage what they could and finish off the rest. I thought they were supposed to be the good guys, right?

I still miss him. I thought those two guys would be nice, they had food. I was lonely and cold. I guess you really shouldn't talk to strangers after all.

I miss Mum and Shepard and everyone back home. Why can't everything go back to being the same? Why won't the sun come out again?

You've salvaged some water for your own personal use. You've scoured the sinks for soap and you've tried your damndest to wash your hair with that glass bottle you just filled up. You're refreshed and ready to go.

What do we do now?

>>8718794

Read >>8718780 you pillock.

I'm going to take a (hopefully educated) stab in the dark here and say the Cold War ended up in actual conflict, and there's a nuclear winter.

>>8718842

The second part of the post you fool!

Read the whole thing

>>8718805

Erin looks at the bathroom door, before returning to some much-need introspection. There was no way she could carry a door like that around. Besides, how was she going to get up on the roof?

>>8718814

(( Very good guess. This is my alternative Cuban Missile Crisis. In this alt-history, the U.S. Navy accidently shoots and sinks the Soviet 'Grozny' instead of firing across its bow with warning shots. I had it so that the Kennedy Administration would be pushed one step too far, and this was the result.

I also went into this quest without any idea for a storyline. I deserve what little effort I put in, I guess. :/ ))

>>8718794

Shepard warned us about te black water, and about not breathing in the ash if we could help it. We need to get food, and then we need to find people who aren't murderers.

We're still not far from the cannibals, we need to get further away, we need to get food, and we need to get a pistol. The Soviets blew up lots of stuff, but Mr. Shepard said they didn't blow up everything.

There was a cabin he said his sons and their wives would try to get to, outside the city. He wanted more food ready before we tried to go. He said to follow the interstate north, follow the #51East exit, and then go six miles up into the foot hills. There would be a gas station and a dirt road near it. Follow the dirt road to the first bridge, then go off the road and follow a deer path west. The cabin should be there.

He said it was eighty miles or so to exit #51 from the city.

>>8718858

The building you are currently in does not match the criteria.

For starters it has ground floor large windows. Very insecure.

You are looking for somewhere minimal ground floor windows. A warehouse perhaps?

(( Shit. I would continue, but it is getting waaay too late. Should we continue Unknown Quest another time? Does it deserve a second chance? ))

OK, we have clothes, water, and have cleaned ourselves up a bit.

I think looking on anything as a weapon is somewhat optimistic - at the end of the day we're an underfed twelve-year-old girl, and there's no way we're going to be able to fight off an adult. Our best survival tactics are (a) stealth and (b) running away.

If possible, stay hidden and avoid hostile encounters. If that's not possible, run away at first opportunity.

This in mind, now that our immediate need for calories and warm clothing are met we should beat feet away from the crazy cannibals and try to find something more nourishing than flat Coca-Cola.

Eighty miles...
Options for transport?
I can think of feet (perhaps four days to the exit), automobiles (though without any knowledge on hotwiring or even driving, this option is highly unlikely and rather dangerous), public transport (probably defunct given the state of the area), or a bicycle.
It would seem a good idea to find a bicycle after caring for our immediate health.

>>8718888

I'm interested to see where it goes, sure.

>>8718914

(( Alright then. Any recommendations that I should go with next time? Should I go with consensus voting or first person answers? IC bits or keep up the first person view? ))

(( Alright, I'll try to run this sometime next evening. Hopefully, I'll type a helluva lot faster and have some sort of game plan - not to mention a background. ))

>>8718926

Consensus is best, I think. Say, three votes in favour gets an action passed. Roll a dice only in event of a tie or suchlike deadlock. Keep things moving.

Post-apocalyptic survival horror is a genre I like, so I'll keep an eye open for the continuation.

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