Announcements: Universe of the Month! » Finding Universes to Join (and making yours more visible!) » Guide To Universes On RPG » Starter Locations & Prompts for Newbies » RPG Chat — the official app » USERNAME CHANGES » Suggestions & Requests: THE MASTER THREAD »

Latest Discussions: In-Game Gods & Gameplay Impact » Cunningham's Law » The Tribalism of Religion » Lost Library » Game Theory » The Hidden Void » Removing CS From an Indy Universe : Solution » On the Matter of New Players and Orphaned Plays » STOP BLAMING US FOR RPG BEING SLOW! » Polytheism » The Game of Life » Just War » Science and Philosophy » The Bible as Literature » Humans in the MV. Questions and thoughts. » Surviving the post-holiday apocalypse. » SL: 1097 Bestiary of Monsters » What latest tech excites me? » RPG: Season of Giving 2020 (WINNERS ANNOUNCED!) » A question about 'hyperspace travel' and its use as a weapon »

Players Wanted: Are You a Crime Addict? » Wuxia RP » Looking for roleplayers » New Realistic Roleplay - Small World Life ٩( ´・ш・)و » Mentors Wanted » MV Recruiting Drive: sci-fi players wanted! » Veilbrand: The Revolution » Gonna do this anyway. » Looking for Kamen Rider Players » Elysium » Looking for roleplayers for a dystopian past! » Revamping Fantasy Adventure RPG, need new players » Here, At the End of the World (supernatural mystery drama) » Seeking Role Players for a TOG Based RP » so I made a Stranger Things RP idk why not come join » LFP - New Roleplay » Gifted/Mutant individuals escaping the gov » Spaceship Zero! A retro horror sci fi RP with rayguns :D » mahou shoujo rp » Avolair: Academy For The Supernatural [NEW][OPEN] »

0
followers
follow

Mike Mcalister

Likes to make friends, loves to travel, stays in shape.

0 · 314 views · located in Dystopia

a character in “Coming To Fruitia”, as played by Creepypasta rules!

Description

Name: Mike Mcalister

Age: 17
Sexuality: male

appearance: Blue sleeveless shirt, jeans with holes in the knees, black pair of glasses

Physical Description: Brown hair, blue eyes, about 5" 6', arms have a tanned color because he's always outside.

Conditions: PTSD. When either his blood pressure rises or he gets in a stressful situation, he walks off to take his pills. Once in a while he will overdose and pass out for around an hour. One day on a Thursday, he abused his pills and landed himself in the ER. Some times when he needs to take his pills and he either cant find them or he wont take them, he stresses out and goes his own path and sometimes never comes back.

Brief Backstory/History: Mike was born a curious child that liked being outside. When he was five he was always outside playing in the tree in his front yard. One day he was going on a ride with his parents when he was eight, the front of the car got rammed into by a drunk driver, killing his dad. A few days later he went to a mental health care provider and she gave him pills to help with his stress disorder that the crash unfortunately caused.

So begins...

Mike Mcalister's Story

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Mike Mcalister Character Portrait: Shisa-gure "Jhon" Rinji Character Portrait: Tuva Crane
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Image


The tunnel was long and dull there where remnants of what most likely was a very active highway but is time had long past and the small indications of anything zoomed in his scope, showing Jhon a clear shoot to the entrance.

Gomer didn't take the bait about the music volume but the serius face on the other side did put a name to herself and a specialization

"I don't know about fun, but exploration certainly sound like my original briefing. Though from the way you're describing it Sarge, I'm guessing my job will be to keep you lot alive as long as I can. Doctor Crane, at your service."

"Oh... right names and favorite thing to do while the bullets fly, those are what people want when they ask your info, Well it´s nice to have a patcher and a very official one it seems... I should probably be more like that" Rinji let this thoughts fly pass him as the dullness of the tunnel magnified in his sights

"Well met Doc It´s nice that someone's job is to keep us alive so we don't have to... and for that noise I´m Shisa-gure Rinji or Jhon if you are trying to be formal and I´ll be your eyes Like on cue a sound of a door opening and followed by the distinc sound of a body impacting against the ground reached Jhon´s ears.

He calmly but as fast as possible readjusted his focus to search for hidden enemies, the young conscrip had fallen from the truck, It was improbable that they had been shoot since he had scanned the whole tunnel with his rifle´s scope but maybe he had eff up, "It would be against my luck... or maybe this rickety truck´s locks weren't strong enough to resist the rough terrain" he mumbled to himself before adjusting his posture and attaching the scope to the riffle

"Man down Sargent, the front is clear for turning and no guns on sight, I'll cover our rear"
"yeah... exactly like I thought, this is going to be a fun mission"

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Mike Mcalister Character Portrait: Shisa-gure "Jhon" Rinji Character Portrait: Tuva Crane Character Portrait: Sgt. Baker
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

#, as written by Davien
"Well lady and gentlemen, I would say it is a pleasure to meet you if I meant it."
Sgt. Baker yelled over the engine, fists still guiding the heavy truck and eyes straight ahead. Gomer looked boredly on out of his passenger window.

"Specialist Crane! I suggest you drain yourself of any other braggadocios sentiment because where we are going you won't have time to be full of yourself. Do I make myself clear!?" He barked the order in a manner that would give anyone who had been in a boot camp flashbacks.

"As for you Shisa, I hope your idea of fun is making alive things dead, and exploring for what little food we will need once we establish firmer roots in the area. And I must admit, you are a crazy son of a bitch." He chuckled and looked over at Gomer.

"Even shit for brains don't wanna be out here. And he loves killin almost as much as me. Now! As for you , the miscreant who can't stay still!"
He turned his steely gaze back towards Mike, but he was already flying out the door. Gomer whipped his head back as the door behind him opened, him and Sarge looked on for a second. Then, after a split second, they both started laughing hysterically.
"That has to be a new record, right sarge?!" Gomer said. "He didn't even MAKE it there!"

Sarge continued to laugh as well. "That's alright, if he knows better'n me then let him build his own little utopia out there!"
He leaned back in the seat as the door Mike had bailed out of slammed shut.

Gomer was still guffawing like an idiot in the front, as he turned back to the two remaining in the cab.
"One down, two to go!" He laughed again, turning around and beginning to raise his hand towards the volume knob on the radio. His hand was immediately smacked away as Sarge screamed at him.
"I done told you dumb fuck. I'm in charge, and its my damn radio!"
Most of the smoke had cleared out of the cab, but the stubby remains of Sarge's cigar was doing wonders to fill it back up. They bounced along, driver nor navigator giving any clue as to how much longer the drive was to be.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Mike Mcalister Character Portrait: Shisa-gure "Jhon" Rinji Character Portrait: Tuva Crane Character Portrait: Sgt. Baker
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Image


"Well met Doc It´s nice that someone's job is to keep us alive so we don't have to... and for that noise I´m Shisa-gure Rinji or Jhon if you are trying to be formal and I´ll be your eyes."

Tuva nodded a greeting in return, turning to get a better look at the other conscript as he spoke. He seemed younger than her, perhaps by a few years, but he was certainly built like a soldier and from his attitude, she guessed this wasn't his first day on the job. That settled her, a little, and she was about to open her mouth with a reply when an order was barked from the driver's seat.

"Specialist Crane! I suggest you drain yourself of any other braggadocios sentiment because where we are going you won't have time to be full of yourself. Do I make myself clear!?"

She frowned, unsure what part of her job description made her come off as arrogant, but then the sergeant wasn't the first of her superiors to have made that assertion. A colourful description by a former lieutenant came to mind, though to be fair she had been trying to put his leg together with two planks and a handful of bandages at the time, and the man had refused to deplete the morphine supply for a "flesh wound". Said flesh wound had almost taken his leg off, but he had seemed more concerned with her attitude to the problem than the actual problem.

"Crystal, sergeant," she replied, and would perhaps have added to it if Mike hadn't chosen that exact moment to open the door and jump from the truck.

"What the-" Tuva turned against the window, hoping to catch a glimpse of the so-called miscreant. Her words were cut off by laughter and banter from the front seat, neither of her superiors seemingly interested in checking on their lost companion.

"One down, two to go!"

The door shut, and the truck kept moving. For the first time since the drive had begun, Tuva began to wonder what exactly she had got herself into. Dangerous situations she could deal with, but a sergeant that not only encouraged his men to fall, but seemed to delight in it, well. That was another matter. She sunk back, staring in disbelief at the seat in front of her as though it could offer any answers.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Mike Mcalister Character Portrait: Shisa-gure "Jhon" Rinji Character Portrait: Tuva Crane Character Portrait: Sgt. Baker
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Mike was about 30 miles from his home and was not regretting his decision. He was watching the ground pass by as he walked along the dessert following the tracks the truck left behind. Mike looked into the sky just to see the sun. "Beautiful" he said sarcastically. "Could you please turn down your brightness a little?" Mike looked back at the ground and kept walking.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Mike Mcalister Character Portrait: Shisa-gure "Jhon" Rinji Character Portrait: Tuva Crane Character Portrait: Sgt. Baker Character Portrait: Ixian
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Ixian:


Meanwhile, far further up ahead from the ground in the roving desert of death they had only just entered into stood what remained of a large city. Of course, after so long and with no one to maintain it the desert had begun to eat the city back up and pretty much nothing worked anymore. Occasionally one could find something that worked, a system or two that had been designed to last or withstand explosions, isolated systems that were protected. Anything stashed in a vault that over one million dollars was spent on in it's design, as well as the surrounding systems which were also built to last.

But, that stuff would make up less then one percent. At least, that is what Ixian believed. However, this place could not be called a true a city. After all, it did not have many people in it, certainly not the original inhabitants or their descendants. No, Ixian could technically count for that group. But still, this place was an absolute hellhole now.

Even Ixian, with all of his abilities, knew he could end up dead any second if he was not careful, or was just unlucky despite his caution.

As the sweet wind of the desert brushed past his cheek, he decided to check from a safe, nice rooftop the surroundings. If he could stay far away from any of the dangers in the desert, Ixian felt his chances of surviving skyrocketed. As for what he was looking through, it was the scope of a Sniper Rifle he materialized. He might look young, but technically he was older then all of them if you count stasis time, and he was sure something the scientists did to him damaged his ability to age...though, not growing and undying were two very different things.

"What the fucking hell..."

Swearing out of surprise, with his sound of his voice not matching the words at all, he saw a truck a good distance out...but also a man, who was walking. Alone. At night. In this forsaken desert.

And he could already see them moving in to surround and kill him under the cover of night. They blended in with the shadows, approaching him while being sure not to make sound or become seen. Various predators of the desert.

Ixian pointed the gun at the man's head, aligning it with the scope. Even though he was dozens of miles away (based on Ixian's guesswork as he doesn't actually know how long a mile is) at least, because Ixian had a clear line of sight, excellent eyesight, and the Sniper Rifle the scientists forced him to learn about so he could materialize it was amazingly powerful, he could make that shot right then and there. If he did this, it would be a painless, instant death.

"I should just give you some mercy now, and kill you before they get to you. Because no matter what, your chance of living...is zero".

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Mike Mcalister Character Portrait: Shisa-gure "Jhon" Rinji Character Portrait: Tuva Crane Character Portrait: Sgt. Baker Character Portrait: Ixian
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

"This is some good fucking exercise" Mike bends over to catch his breath. He lays down in the sand. "Now is a good time to get some rest." He slowly drifts off to sleep.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Mike Mcalister Character Portrait: Shisa-gure "Jhon" Rinji Character Portrait: Tuva Crane Character Portrait: Sgt. Baker Character Portrait: Ixian
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

#, as written by Davien
The mournful, tinny music continued to ooze its way lazily out of the speakers. Between the cigar smoke and musical monotony, the three roamed on through the night. Bands of stars and the floodlights atop the cab the only illumination for who knows how many dozens of miles. Gomer even had his doubts on Sarges memory, and if he could pinpoint the original camp they had set up. For hours it seemed they drove on at a slow but steady pace, weaving through dried creek beds, dodging remains of barbed wire fence and the occasional giant yucca plants.

Movement could occasionally be seen outside of the cab, if one was quick enough to catch it. A pair of eyes, few and far between would glisten momentarily in the headlights. It was unclear if Sarge had seen them, but if he had, he was not acknowledging it in the slightest. Gomer, on the other hand, had found the most relaxed position he could in the cramped front seat, leaning up against his assault rifle and one of his feet on the dash. No bump or squeak of the suspension, or wail of the obnoxious slide guitar could make him stir. He was out for the count.

Finally, just when the sky was turning purple with the first rays of sunlight, Baker performed a maneuver that Even jostled Gomer awake, rocking the whole cab back and fourth as though the truck might roll. When the correction was made however, it was clear they had jumped some sort of embankment onto the first road they had encountered since leaving civilization. Not only that, it was paved. Sarge put his foot on the gas as the truck lurched into passing gear, tires welcoming the difficulty-free surface.

“Weeelllp, not too long now conscripts, and we will have arrived and forward station Ute. Your new home for the next year.” Sarge once again spoke with an authoritative yell to be heard over the music he refused to turn down.

Gomer, who still seemed half asleep and was currently looking up and out of his window, tiredly said

“Or maybe the rest of yer life.” He chuckled lazily.

“Oh shut the fuck up Gomer. At least those two look like they wouldn’t walk straight into a bonfire, like you would, Mister Jack Daniels.” The slightest bit of exacerbation with his cohort ringing though.

“Now. Take in a bit of the scenery before its tryin’ to kill ya. “

Cranking down his window, The sergeant spat out the remains of his cigar, still lit, into the dry, dead field of weeds on the side of the road. Without a second thought, he pulled out another cigar and began to light it, steering the truck with his legs as he did so. They only remained on the road for a short time as they were traveling thrice as fast as their previous pace now. Slowly a gigantic bluff began to appear, casting a miles long shadow in its wake. The Rising sun crowned above it, flooding the pink and red desert sand with sunlight. A forest in the distance was slowly approaching, and trees began to pass by the road. Then, signs in front of old, concrete foundations. The signs read of old gas prices, with their respective vendors above. Finally, a large sign that very boringly stating “Fruitia Welcomes you!” in a font that screams science nerd.

Bigger buildings began to pop up, all in various states of disrepair. Warehouses with gigantic parking lots in front of them, the occasional civilian car still dutifully waiting for its owner as it slowly becomes one with the pavement. Tall, imposing chain link fences topped with barbed wire surrounded most of the buildings. All were broken and downed in several places however, rendering them useless. The gates ironically still stood next to their guard posts. But still they drove on, and soon the reason why was apparent as the road began to wind up onto the plateau. The sun was fully up as they pulled up to a small, stout building atop the plateau, next to an imposingly tall radio tower. The loud buzz of electricity came from within the building, and one could see that there were power lines, somehow miraculously still standing running down the plateau, back towards the warehouses and complexes they just passed.

The truck lurched to a stop, and Sarge killed the engine. Gomers boots were already on the pavement walking towards the building. He opened the door and walked inside, as the sound of a breaker being thrown echoed out of the metal shack. The radio in the truck turned to static.

“Finally!” Gomer cried with genuine relief.

Baker simply turned the radio off, stepping outside of the truck and looking back down the road towards the grassfire he had started.

“Welcome to the edge of the world, conscripts. These ruins represent the edge of the map.”
He faced away from the rising sun, waving his his cigar at he forest of pine creeping up the foothills in the distance.

“We do not currently know what, if anything strategically valuable is in those foothills. They are still 7 miles away across uncharted and rough terrain.”

Taking a long puff he added: “But we’re going to know. We refuel here, and get some rest. Now! Help Gomer with the gas cans in the shed.” Baker continued to look towards the mountains in the horizon, mind already contemplating the next move.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Mike Mcalister Character Portrait: Shisa-gure "Jhon" Rinji Character Portrait: Tuva Crane Character Portrait: Sgt. Baker Character Portrait: Ixian
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Ixian:


Ixian could not help but be shocked at the display he just saw. The man...had he...did he just fall asleep, in the middle of the most dangerous place in the universe (in Ixian's eyes), without even setting up camp or any sort of camo or defenses?! Had just just gone and fallen asleep when he was being surrounded...no, now he was already surrounded with no way out, by predators?!

Ixian could not help but take pity on whatever people raised him...he tried to remember the specific words for them...guardians? Patents? Something like that, Ixian shrugged it off as he focused the barrel on the man's head through his scope and pulled the trigger, sending a bullet at extremely high speeds through the night air and right at the man's head.

"There...at least this way, he wont be alive when they tear him to pieces".

Ixian said that as he turned off the scope after firing, but then he remembered the truck he saw before.

"Wait...are they new people? For real?"

Ixian focused back on the men. It looked like they were heading towards the Industrial Yard just outside the city. If they just stopped there and left it at that, it would be fine as Ixian wouldn't have to worry if they were dangerous or bothersome, but if they continued they would surely hit the city and then they might cause issues.

"I guess I better keep an eye on them...its not quite worth it to go my..."

As Ixian was talking to himself, he began to hear it. It was only for a second, but it was enough to cause Ixian to stop looking out over the building and hide himself by ducking behind the short wall that was on the roof. From the sound of it, the "song" had come from below, street level. Ixian was curious to know what was going on down there, but not enough to deal with a Kehklor...a monster that no one had ever looked at and lived.

Ixian already did not hear the music, but he was not so stupid to check so quickly.

"I wonder if those guys got a brochure telling them what a hellhole this place is..."

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Mike Mcalister Character Portrait: Shisa-gure "Jhon" Rinji Character Portrait: Tuva Crane Character Portrait: Sgt. Baker Character Portrait: Ixian Character Portrait: Martin Vole
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Out in the desert, a lost soul treads through the starlit sands, wrapped in thick cloth, a ragged hooded jacket and pants. His back burdened by a heavy pack. He sways back and forth with each heavy step, grunting slightly as his feet, only wrapped in torn cloth for protection, had grown a sore with all the travel, not that he could feel it too well, as they were also numbed some from the cold.

"God, I miss boots," the man speaks, his voice thick with a foreign accent, something Slavic, his breath emitting in a white haze. He rubs his bald head from underneath his hood and sighs, deciding it best to stop for now. He looked over his shoulders, to his sides, almost with paranoid scrutiny, before putting down his pack and seating himself beside it. He wipes his goggles' foggy lenses, and took another look around. "Wait... wasn't settlement here?"

Fishing through his bag, he pulls out a wrinkled piece of paper, an old map that has been taped together and parts of it crudely drawn in pen, with arrows and circled spots denoting places of interest, along with stains of various things, food, oil, and what seems to be a thumbprint of dried blood. With his other hand he fishes out some crumpled up tin, that he unwraps some and pulls out a couple strips of what seems to be some kind of jerky made of who-knows-what kind of meat. Stuffing his face he scans over the map. "Mmmf... aha!" he exclaims, mouth still full, swallowing hard, tapping a part of the map. "Of course! I am... absolutely lost aaaaaannnnd total dum-dum," he mutters, hanging his dead in pathetic defeat. "Maaaaybe shoulda taken left at Albuquerque."

After a while, something came to his ears, stirring him to slowly raise his head. Steadily it got louder and louder. Tilting his head, he cuffs his ear to try to funnel the sound better. It sounded to be... music? As he got to hear it better, it became hard to tell if this was better or worse than what they played back at the colony. "Nah, that being rude, besides, yay! Music meaning habitation!" he says to... himself. He puts away his map, but then something occurs to him. "Wait, it getting louder, then is it... moving..?"

Caught in headlights, vision nearly blinded, he only just manages to instinctively kick himself out of the way as sand and dust sprays over him, and some even getting into his mouth. Spitting and coughing, he shakes and pats himself down to get the sand off him. Snapping his head around to look at what it was, it became clear to him that it was some kind of truck. As if reinvigorated, he hurriedly snatches up the straps of his pack, pulls up cloth over his mouth, and with a weaving motion skips along in the sand to get his footing as he chases after the vehicle at a breakneck pace, following within its tread marks in the sandy earth.

After a while, near breathless, he'd caught up, heaving and gasping, hands on his knees, buckled over, looking back at the rising sun briefly, a curious sigh of relief escaping his mouth, before turning back. Taking careful steps he scans over the party that had apparently exited the vehicle, his excitement slowly turning into a chill up his spine as he finally notices that they appear to be military. With a hard swallow, he trudges forward anyways, hands up preemptively, y'know... just in case.

Setting

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Mike Mcalister Character Portrait: Shisa-gure "Jhon" Rinji Character Portrait: Sgt. Baker Character Portrait: Ixian Character Portrait: Martin Vole
Tag Characters » Add to Arc »

0.00 INK

Image


Even with her worry, it was hard to ignore the time passing since her last proper rest. In the end, Tuva's head once again sought the comfort of her seat's headrest. She caught glimpses of stars in the sky, her mind drifting to happier times- the last times she could remember having had the time to take in the night sky, as her eyes began to close, and her worries subsided, at least for the time being.

She woke up in what seemed like no time at all, but what had probably been closer to a few hours, to the sergeant's booming voice over the sound of the motor and the music. The sun had blessed them with the first signs of its existence, and at the sergeant's encouragement she looked out at the world beyond. It was... unremarkable. Dead fields stretched toward the horizon, broken off by tall hills that rose up around them. Then, as the sun began to make its existence known in full, she noticed something that looked like a forest. Then, Fruitia.

They came to a halt, finally, and Tuva wasted no time in getting outside to stretch her legs.

“Welcome to the edge of the world, conscripts. These ruins represent the edge of the map.”

She was looking around when Jhon approached her.

"Kids are not impervious to have shitty decisions, shitty orders or simply shit happen to us, on the other hand at least we think we know how to clean"

She followed his gaze toward the empty third seat and nodded. She didn't know where the third conscript was, but at this point he was probably better off than them. Hopefully the walk back from the place where he'd jumped out wasn't too long. When the sun rose... Well. She didn't want to be the one caught in the desert without provisions.

"Sadly the welcoming party seems to be otherwise delayed... It could be cute too count how many eyes watch us tonight, if any"

"Eyes?" she turned to him, unsure what he meant. Critters? Scorpions? Or... something else?

As if on cue, she heard the sound like someone dry-heaving from behind the car. Was Gomer having an asthma attack? She stepped around, checking to see if there was anything she could do to help and saw, in lack of a better word, a stranger. Hands raised, well protected against the sun in torn and ragged clothing, the man had his arms raised at the site of them. Tuva, almost instinctively put her hand on her hip where her service gun was fastened, loosening the button that kept it secure as she stepped back.

"Hey, Sarge? Are we expecting company? Because, uh. We have it."