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Freedom's Last Stand: Us

Freedom's Last Stand: Us

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Join this post-modern roleplay, when World War 3 rolls through, find out how you'll pick up the pieces of shattered contemporary lifestyles and move on.

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"It took only four years. Four years for all of us to fall apart. In 2013, America defaulted on its debt and inflation grew even more. Inflation kept increasing until most of America's overseas business began to collapse, and the international stature the United States once had began to diminish. With Congress at a stand-still, nothing was able to be accomplished, and America at this point could only decline. I'm surprised at how much we ignored this issue: Iran's nuclear capability.

"At the end of 2013, Iran had finally developed a nuclear weapon, only because of the current President's inaction on the issue. With this new found ability, and Russia still being a great Geo-political enemy of America's, the Russian Federation loaned transportation to Iran to move the nuclear weapons into Israel and shatter the nation. I remember watching it on the news as everyone went insane; millions dead, Israel's safety compromised, Jordan getting hit by radiation and Syrian and Palestinian forces had began closing in on them. The middle east was lost, and Iraq fell soon after.

"Because our enemies had control of all the oil, and the idiots at home decided not to drill for the oil under American soil, gas and oil prices shit the bed. Fucking twenty dollars to get just a gallon of gas; it was ridiculous. It continued through 2014, when America had started to become a second world, almost a third world country. Who would've thought? It didn't matter, the President did nothing to solve the problems except for impose rationing on oil products, so now we'd sometimes get gasoline when we needed it.

"The Chinese, Russians, and North Koreans all saw the West slowly cripple, Europe's economy was irredeemable and there was nothing to stop America from shitting the bed. Russia began oppressing Eastern European countries, doing what its best at, China began a rampage across southeast Asia, and North Korea had finally overcome its challenge with the South and made one whole Korean state under Kim-Jong Un. Some people ask, after the Soviet Union died, what makes Russia so bad still? Has anyone looked at Putin's history? Try it some time.

"It only got worse. At the beginning of 2015, China seized Hawaii, and in that same week, Russia swung out at Alaska. American forces militarized to the best they could, but it all proved futile. Without oil, we had no successful mass-transit systems, not even the military. Meanwhile, Europe's trying to gather some resistance along with some North African rebels and Australia, but what could they do now? The world was a shit-hole now. I remember watching it all on the news, week by week, day by day. I remember the soul-crushing day that my father walked in, he's an optical physicist and did great projects and deeds with the U.S. military, apparently he was in the top 10% of wage earners in America. He told me, "Son, I'm afraid we're gonna have to do without this for now. Money's tight... and I can't pay for cable anymore." It wasn't hurtful that we had no more TV, it was hurtful to see that America had dipped to such a low point. I was frustrated, I was angry, I was going to kill them all. Every two weeks or so we sometimes got enough food for a few days at best from the grocery store. And soon after we began packing for in case we ever needed to leave for any reason; that worked out well.

"Venezuela used to be an old adversary of America's. They were a dictatorship, another antonym of what America stood for. We made friends with Venezuela, even though we shouldn't have, and they turned around to harbor Chinese troops which stood ready to invade the American east coast. That was the last I heard before my family couldn't afford cable, and then this I know for sure happened. I live in it now. Look. The Empire State's greatest city in 2017.

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"New York City's been turned even more so into Hell. Hell. I was going to kill them all and take them to Hell with me. April of 2016, after a competent President was elected and our oil reserves were finally tapped, China eventually invaded America's east coast. I have though, seen the Chinese's plans for pushing out West of Virginia, forcing American forces onto the Mississippi. Some have decided to put up with the Chinese occupation as the new way of life. But those who still actually give a damn grabbed their rifle and have been holding out for over a year, dealt with the dulling pain of hunger, looked one of the chinks dead in the eyes, then blew his fucking brains out and laid his corpse out for the rest to see that the Chinese are not so invincible, that we just need enough people to finally give a damn and we'll win this thing, we'll beat them back into the sea, and will rebuild America to such a grand stature that no one will ever think of screwing with us again! Now where do you lie?"


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Freedom's Last Stand


- "You're never beaten until you admit it."
General George S. Patton





Looking from any window of any building in, you could see a foreign soldier walking down the street, usually with another. Patrols were common. Even since the removal of the US military from the East Coast, Chinese casualty rates remained high; civilians were rallying. They would not accept the tyranny brought upon by their oppressors. The streets were destroyed, bridges fallen, entire skyscrapers toppled or burnt to rubble. This was the better future which the Asian powers sought to bring to the globe?

There was a bar in Battery Park, nameless from the bombs that dismembered it. The windows were smashed, tables tipped over, and it seemed no one was there. The back door was locked. Behind the door, it was supposed to be an ordinary restaurant or bar room with booths and tables, but supplementing that, there were four shipping crates, filled with weapons: rifles, handguns, ammunition, grenades, and one rocket launcher lie on a table. What was odd was that an acoustic guitar and its case were leaned against the wall in the corner. There was a door in the rear of the building, the led out to a dark alley, which was also locked from the inside. It was like a hidden munitions depot. The walls were falling apart, like in any of the urban buildings around New York City, and paper products such as napkins littered the floor. Anywhere you turned, you found abandonment in the city; people's lives were changed so drastically that even the most loving of couples couldn't comfort each other enough, or more importantly, their children.

It was almost silent, but click after click, one more bullet was loaded into the magazine of a machine gun clip. A young man sat at one of the booths, a machine gun looking like an M249 SAW on the table in front of him, stabbing through the silence with his intent eyes. His shirt had his own blood spilled on him from when he was shot about two weeks ago, but now he was ready to rejoin the action. His own odor stunk the room, but just about everyone did as it was almost impossible to shower every two days or get deodorant. He itched his head, then grabbed another clip to load additional ammunition into.

Outside, a bus pulled up, laden with Chinese prisoners to be sent to re-education camps. Two Chinese soldiers pushed a middle-aged couple along, armed with rifles. The mother was crying as her son, only a toddler, tagged closely behind, and her husband was silent but there was no doubt he was grieving. The bus doors opened, but it seemed the bus driver had no room for the additional prisoners, only the soldiers who needed transport would come aboard, but that didn't mean the civilians were saved.

"Go, go, to the wall now!" one of the soldiers commanded, yelling at the couple. The other soldier held on to the child's collar. Many of the soldiers began to learn English as it was needed to effectively ordered the newly conquered Chinese citizens, or former Americans. The couple got to the wall, frightened, as one of the soldiers began to take aim.

"Try-" the mother began to say to her son, choked up from the fear and grief, "try not to think about it honey, everything will be fine, we'll always-" and their life was ended with two thundering flashes of light. The toddler began to cry hysterically as he was dragged aboard the bus by the Chinese soldier, and his parents dropped to the ground right in front of the nameless bar. Once both soldiers and the toddler were on the bus, its doors closed, and it began to drive off.

Hearing the gunshots and the woman's shaky last words, and the result of the child crying, Ryan knew exactly what happened as he gripped his ammo clip harder than ever, feeling as if the rage would empower him to crush it in his single hand. But the moment of anger passed, and came the realization of tragedy. What would happen to that little kid? Only time would tell. And when the sadness passed, as much as it could at least, he began to think of why he had struggled to bring all of the arms here to this room in the past two weeks, and why he was loading his clips, and why he was waiting for his friends who were also part of the resistance to answer his call to assembly.

There was no exact ranking system for the civilian resistance, there were only people who would organize against the Chinese. Whoever had an idea for an objective would then organize his accomplices, and they would set out for the mission when told. It was only whoever had the idea that was leading.

"Soon," Ryan said to himself, "soon they'll be here." He paused for a moment, thinking, and he continued to have a conversation with himself.

"Is it crazy to talk to yourself like this? Or is it just a way to make me feel like someone's actually here, that I'm talking to someone and that someone is listening? Is it even more insane to have a conversation with yourself about having a conversation with yourself?" He pondered these questions endlessly.

"It doesn't matter... I'm going to kill them all."

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Alexis ducked into a dark alley, hearing the sound of a bus approaching from behind. She hid silently, crouching low as she turned away so she was a much harder figure to spot in the shadows. As expected, the bus drove past, pulling over some distance from her destination. Peeking from the alley, Alexis realized it was a bus that carried prisoners to the Chinese's 're-education' camps. Really, it was more 'brainwashing' than 're-education', but clearly, the Chinese were fond of euphemism. It mattered little to Alexis at this point, but a phrase came to mind: 'history is written by the winners'.

She slid down the wall, not wanting to look as she heard the soldiers separate the couple from their child. Where had the times of peace gone? As it stood, the United States were in a terrible situation. Poor leadership, indecisiveness... It all led to today, but who else is there to blame? Alexis curled into a ball, resting her head on her knees as the gunshot resonated through the streets. In her heart, she was hoping the couple went quickly. At the same time, she was apologetic - it could have been her getting shot.

Well, perhaps she would receive that fate soon enough, now that she was in the Civilian Resistance. It was an ironic realization, almost making her wonder if she sought death. She did not, but reality was harsh. Even though death still was inherently distasteful, Alexis could not deny its temptation. As soon as that thought surfaced, she quickly recalled the recent events. Clasping her hands in prayer, she gave her thanks to God.

Joining the Resistance was no easy affair. The Chinese's brutality instilled an understandable hatred in the American citizens. However, there was little to no way the Americans could rebel with ease, for the Chinese were far too powerful. This rage was hence suppressed, and channelled onto the Asian Americans. It didn't matter that they were relatively different from the Chinese, but in times like these, the differences were reduced to a minuscule. Grouped under the label of 'Chinese', it became harder for such citizens like Alexis to join the Resistance, however willing they were to overthrow the Chinese.

However, Alexis was not one to give up so quickly. For many weeks, she would seek out the Resistance and beg to be let in. In all these attempts, some would beat her, some would insult her, some would humiliate her, but none would take her. That is, until she fortunately chanced upon an injured member of the Resistance. She didn’t initially know that, saving him only because she couldn’t be apathetic enough to leave him alone. This act of compassion was what earned her place in the Resistance.

Still, the discrimination towards her remained, and she saw no chances to be utilized in any missions that the Resistance spearheaded. That is, until the person she saved sent her a message telling her to meet at the bar.

Finally concluding her prayer with a hope for safety, she got up, peered out of the alley to notice that the bus had already left. Taking several careful glances down the street to make sure no other soldiers were around, she then began to walk briskly to the bar. As soon as she reached it, she hurriedly entered. Ryan was already inside, loading his clip methodically and slowly. Alexis looked silently at him for a brief moment before she walked over and took a seat with him at the table.

“Hello, Ryan,” she said, smiling broadly at him.

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Ryan heard the workings of the door handle as Alexis had opened it. He had his hand ready to take aim and fire with the handgun on the table beside his machine gun. Seeing her, Ryan took his hand back to the ammo magazines, loading them as he was before. He relaxed for a moment, going calmly about his business as Alexis came over and sat down beside him.

"Hello Ryan," she said, smiling.

"Hi," Ryan responded, not taking his eyes off the bullets and metal boxes. "I'm playing the most fun game of all," Ryan said, "the waiting game. Wanna play?" He returned to his numerous machine gun magazines, loading more bullets into them. He was nearing the end of his supply of clips. The blood stain was still there of when Alexis first saw him and he was shot in his side. "Chris and Dan are supposed to be coming here soon, but I don't know about James," he told Alexis. Chris and Dan were two of Ryan's old friends, since the end of elementary school. "Why don't you go into one of the crates and get a gun?"

"Haha, I'm no good with waiting," said Alexis as she chuckled. Ryan continued to load his machine gun while Alexis looked around the bar. Most of the furniture was blown to bits, with only the remnants of it left to hint at some decent furnishing that had existed. Getting off her seat, she walked over to the shattered windows of the bar, peering out at the empty streets. "Those two sure are late, aren't they," she wondered aloud, moving over to the crates at Ryan's suggestion. Looking down at the crates, she was surprised to see a variety of rifles and handguns. Grenades too, in some of the crates. Alexis had to admit to being somewhat impressed. This was quite the stockpile of weapons that they had here. She could almost feel just a little more confidence in the Resistance's ability to fight back against the Chinese.

"Well, I don't know my firearms... I guess I'll just go for the easy one then," She says, her hand playfully hovering over the weapons in the crates before settling on a pistol. It was the typical one that usually appeared on television in the hands of the police. She couldn't put a name to it, but she figured it would do.

"You should probably get a rifle, too," Ryan added, stopping to look at her standing at the crates, finally done with loading his magazines. He rubbed his eyes, barely able to keep them open. More often than not, he would stay up late, smuggling weapons or running through plans and conducting operations. There was always something he'd find to do. He got up and went over to the stack of crates that Alexis was at. "Here," he said, picking up an M16. "You should have fun with this. Now let's start getting your ammo ready." Ryan reached down into the crate, taking out two boxes full of bullets. "Grab some of the magazines in the corner," he commanded, heading back to the table.




"C'mon, hurry up Chris!" a boy said, running through the alleys. They were some blocks away from the bar, and sirens were going off, but then again, that wasn't an uncommon event.

"I'm coming, we gotta lose them away from our destination!" Chris exclaimed, running after him. He sprinted forwards and in front of his friends, as Chinese soldiers followed behind, firing their rifles and sub-machine guns. "To the right!" Chris yelled, and he and his friend went into another alley in that direction.

"Hold on," the other boy said, looking around.

"What, Dan!?" he expressed under the pressure of death.

"Up here!" Dan yelled, jumping onto a fire escape ladder. He climbed quickly, Chris following soon after. Dan climbed halfway up the ladder, before shimmying over to plunge down and into the window of a towering apartment building. Glass shattered, and the two friends got into the building. An elderly woman sat in her chair, eyes wide open.

"Sorry, but we're trying to live ma'am," said Chris. "C'mon Dan, we gotta get across the street, we'll lose them there!" The neighbor's dog began barking, and the two shuffled out of the wearing apartment, and they flew down a set of stairs and through a longer hallway, running through the busted door. Dan looked around frantically as they were losing the Chinese in their escape.

"Into the metro," Dan said, calming himself as to not give their position away by yelling. The two headed down the sidewalk a bit, then scurried into the depths of the metro, dimly lit by emergency lights. "We should be safe," Dan added, "the Chinese destroyed much of the underground during their invasion, so we should be able to get to Battery Park easily, just keep quiet."

The two began walking down the subway tracks, collecting their breaths as they continued on their trail to Ryan's hidden supply cache. It was just another day under the nose of the Chinese.

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"Halt! Stop right there! Stop now or I'll shoot!" A Chinese soldier yelled as he ran after a man who was running through the destroyed city, and into an alleyway. The Soldier was accompanied by two other men, and as they turned into the alleyway, they saw it was a dead end. The apartment on the far end of the alley had collapsed, and the only way left out was through the soldiers.

The man turned towards the soldiers, an assault rifle in his hand. "Drop your weapon!" the soldier yelled aiming his own rifle at the man. The man was panting heavily, as he stared at them. Finally, he dropped his rifle to the ground.

"Alright, you got me, what now? I go to a camp, is that it?" The man yelled raising his hands above his head.

"No, we don't send garbage to the camps, we'll send you to a much worse place," The soldier said walking towards the man, his two allies still aiming at the man.

"Is that right? Where might that be?" He asked slowly, eyeing the three of them, trying to find a way out.

"Hell, we send useless scum to Hell," the soldier said raising his rifle.

As the soldier raised his rifle, the man reached out grabbing the muzzle of the gun, pushing it to the side. As his other hand grabbed the back of the soldiers head, and pulled him forward into his elbow breaking the soldiers nose. He quickly, spun the dazed soldier around, so that he faced his allies. He watched as the two soldiers raised there weapons to fire, but hesitated. The man reached down, and grabbed the soldiers handgun. He raised it up to face the two Chinese soldiers, and opened fire, sending three bullets into each of the two men before he put one through his hostages head.

He could hear the other soldiers coming in the distance, at least a dozen of them. He picked up his assault rifle, and ran out of the alleyway heading towards an intersection up ahead when several bullets flew by his head from the soldiers coming up behind him. He found himself running even faster down the road, quickly approaching the back of what looked like a bar or restaurant of some sort. He slammed into the back door, but it barely, budged. It must have been locked, or barricaded. He hit the door again desperately trying to open the door, before the soldiers turned the corner on of the intersection. He slammed into the door again this time, it budged, and almost seemed to flex inward. He hit the door a third time, and the door opened, as it did he stumbled in and closed the door.

He pressed his back against the door, listening for the soldiers. They had passed by when the man looked up to see two people. One was a young woman and the other was a youthful man aiming a handgun at him. "Don't shoot, I'm not one of the Chinese," He said looking around the room to see a lot of crates full of ammo, and what he thought to be a missile launcher on the table. He could see a bar, and some intact furniture, but most of it was destroyed.

"Your flashy entrance almost made me. You busted the lock on the door and now anyone can walk into the back, and when you have a major arms cache like this, it's not exactly something you want to be found. Who are you?" the man asked quietly as to not alert anyone outside.

The man smiled and replied in less than a whisper. "My name is Jean Havok, and I'm looking for a Ryan Jacobs."

"So I have a reputation now?"

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Fortunately for this man, Alexis had yet to load her weapon. For if she had, she would probably have fired instinctively. The man's sudden entry was nothing short of startling; she felt her heart almost leaped out of her mouth thinking the Chinese had managed to discover their hideout so quickly. For a brief moment, she felt like picking up the rifle as instructed. In such a situation now with Ryan and his gun raised at the man, she felt awkward being the only one without a weapon raised.

However, it seemed the man meant them no harm. Incidentally, he was looking for Ryan himself. Jean Havok was his name; Alexis found herself focusing on 'Havok', linking it to the havoc he has almost caused in the bar with his startling entry. With the shock of his entry fading, Alexis took the time to observe the man's appearance. This man had clearly seen a lot of battles. Scars marred several parts of his body, maybe more under the shirt, Alexis didn't want to know.

His face was rugged, which at the very least suggested he was a normal man in these harsh times. His stare, however, suggested that he was beyond the average man on the street. It was a menacing stare, one that made Alexis wonder if it was due in part to the scar that ran through his eye. Or maybe his rather awkward-looking nose. Those eyes seemed to bear deep into a person's being, and when she saw them rest on her briefly, she almost shivered.

On a more positive note, he was quite possibly running from the Chinese, which meant he was on their side. Even better, he was rather muscular - a sight for Alexis to feast her eyes on.

"Oh right, I'm Alexis, by the way," said Alexis, half-smiling as she regarded him with a mix of interest, curiosity and suspicion. For the moment, she figured she would let Ryan decide what was to be done with this man, and instead, go for the magazines as instructed. Walking to the corner of the bar, she reached into the crate and took with her four magazines before she returned to the table with Ryan.

Against her better judgment, she looked to Jean and beckoned him over. "Come on, take a seat and talk," she said, before she reached into the boxes of bullets that Ryan had taken out for her. She took a bullet and tried experimentally to load the magazine. Ryan made it look so easy; she had no idea if she was doing something wrong, or if she was simply not used to it. Still, it was better that than to join the conversation between the two men. From the way things looked, it seemed it was going to become a serious talk, and Alexis was no stickler for seriousness in the lighter moments before a serious mission.

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"You don't know how to load a clip do you?" Jean said looking at Alexis as he walked over extending his hand and taking the clip. "You see what you do is you push in the tip of the bullet, then just move your thumb back, and the bullet will click in. When you hear the click release the bullet, and then load the next one," He said showing her how to put in a bullet, he gave the clip back to her, and sat down across from her. He pulled up his rifle, and laid it across the table as he ejected his magazine it was empty. He began to rummage through his pack until he pulled out a small box filled with bullets he laid it on the table. He took out four other assault rifle magazines and laid them out, they were empty as well. He began to load his magazines with bullets.

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You can post right now. If you'd like, I can help you write whatever in RPG Write. The channel will be your last name. That way, you'll kinda know how things work.

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Should I post it right now or wait? Now I'm going to sound stupid, but where do i post, because there is a place i can post through searching the key word you told me, or through the one on the list next to Characters, Arcs, Quests ect. Also theirs only one leprechaun, an angry German, an annoying German, a most likely Polish annoying kid, a not actually funny Dutch man, and a know it all French-Canadian man. Just for the record.

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Sounds cool. Go ahead and write what you will, Santa Claus- I mean... Do you happen by any chance like to play Magic the Gathering with Leprechauns after school? Just asking.

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I have no problem with not being a one man army, also i was wondering if i could write, a short introduction for him, where he runs into your group... kind of like at the beginning of the story? Nothing to crazy will happen at all he'll just be escaping a couple guards or something like that, because i'm not sure how to have him find your group or something. By the way not very important, but do you by any chance attend the FRCS?

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Actually, I have no problems with your character. Just as long as you know we're completely surrounded and that most of the time after completing the main objective of the mission something like what happens with Dan and Chris goes down. No one's a one-man army here. However, that doesnt mean don't be badass :P

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I just submitted a character. Really like the idea of this RP, and want to join. It will be my, first, and i'm looking forward to the new experience. Send me feedback on anything to change, keep, etc.

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I'll be glad to have it start. Those others that have expressed interest ought to have submitted their applications by now if they're still interested. Otherwise, three characters are okay, I would think.

Perhaps, as Camera Man says, more could join in later in the role-play. I don't think they'll be required to follow the story very closely anyway. It could be that they're just normal citizens or some normal person who happens to decide to want to join the Resistance at a date much later than our characters.

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If you think we can start the story with just three characters, then I see no reason why more people can't join later on in the telling.

Your call.

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I may end up just starting anyways. I'm growing impatient with this, and I wouldn't want this to go to waste. We'll start soon. Thoughts, anyone?

-Redred33mer

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You do not need to know how to use a defibrillator, you need to know CPR. Coincedentally, I know that :P

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Sure, I understand, and I'm not saying he's gonna have a soldering iron on it, but it'll have anything basic that you'd need, including things like bolt cutters.
Same for the med-kit. No, it won't have every kind of prescription medication in it, and it also won't have enough supplies to patch up eight people in critical condition, but it'll definitely mean that Brine is equipped to clean and dress even serious wounds in the field. It MAY even have a compact defibrillator, but let's hope we don't have to come to that bridge, let alone cross it.

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About that med-kit...

I'm taking this RP quite seriously, and I try to keep it as realistic as possible. If a character, for whatever reason, has contracted AIDS, he/she would probably die from lack of available healthcare. Death is most definitely an outcome for our characters. However, most of the civilian resistance who have been deployed to combat multiple times probably have picked up ways to treat some bullet-related wounds. So just remember kiddies, don't do something stupid; you might die. That means, it's okay for Brine to have his med-kit, and can be relatively more prepared than a regular one, but it shouldn't just have whatever's needed at the moment.

And if you plan on getting shot and want to live, get shot in somewhere that's not your abdominal organs or skull.

As for that knife of yours...

The idea of it, some custom/collector item with tons of knives and blades and maybe some screw drivers on it, cool. I'm fine with that. But it's hard to fit a hammer or hatchet even on something twice as big. I'm not exactly sure what they'd need something like that for, and although you may be like "well that's the point," if our character(s) cannot overcome the challenge because he's ill-prepared, he faces the consequences of it. This isn't "Mission Impossible", this is life.

-Redred33mer

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I included two items in my character's equipment list both for comedic purposes and as "plot-management devices", and I seek your approval.
In my many years of RPing, it's come to my attention that, sometimes, the party will come across an obstacle that even the original DM didn't plan on. Suddenly, everyone's stuck because no one has a way to overcome said obstacle, because they didn't plan for it to happen, or even think that it MIGHT happen.
Enter the "plot-management devices".
"Sergeant" James Brine is, at all times, equipped with a standard issue "Swiss Knife on steroids". Included in this device is every manner of tool imaginable, condensed through methods unknown to be able to fit in one's pocket.
The second "plot-management device" is James' "Standard 'Context-Sensitive' Med-Kit" which, either through Jame's expert packaging skills and foresight or through divine intervention, seems to contain exactly what the "patient" needs at that exact moment.
If, for whatever reason, its decided that either of these two devices is too OP or too ridiculous, I'll gladly remove them. I just feel that SOMEONE, SOMEWHERE should always be properly equipped just so we don't end up with a "now we have to type out running around for three hours looking for a specific thing" series of posts.

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Right, I've gone ahead and made the changes you requested.
I can't send private messages, yet...
I don't want to get too into his backstory, though; I feel like that's something that should be uncovered through IC dialogue.

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Alright, I've gone ahead and submitted a character for your approval. In the meantime, I'm going to look up some specs for the equipment I want him to carry on his person, including his primary and secondary weapons.

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Hello!

Of course I have slots open, who are you kidding (:P)? I don't really have a character limit, as the civilian population in New York City numbers 10's or 100's of thousands of people. Don't worry about that. And if you need help with anything, whether about the site or just the mechanics of all this, I'll be here.

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Good evening.

I'm new to the site, and looking for my first roleplay to join.
I was hoping you still had slots available for this storyline, as I'd very much like to have a go at it.

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Hey guys,

This RP might seem like it never lifted off. I hope not, I hope to see others' characters; I check RPG every day for my roleplays' posts, activity. When we have two more characters, at the least, I'd like to start then.

-Redred33mer