Round Robin - Chaos Apocalypse - [Post-Apocalyptic RR]

Tombwarrior9 · **Posted:** September 7th, 2007, 8:56 pm

Well, rules are pretty general...
With permission from the 'great & legendary' Karl, I am copying and pasting rules from the new RR with, some exceptions.

1: No killing off other peoples characters.

No one is allowed to permanently effect another person's character unless the character doesn't have a really important role, is an enemy that there are multiples of, or the creator of the character gives permission. This includes killing, crippling, converting, and giving new titles.

2: No serts.

"Serts" are basically over-powered guys that can handle any conflict without getting more then a scratch. For example, if I gave someone the ability of infinite bullets, then the battlefield is going to get pretty empty pretty quickly and effortlessly. A story is boring without conflict, so instead I have it that this someone can have a normal full clip, and as a result he needs reload. That sort of attack is OK. Whereas, if he has time to reload, then there are times he is vulnerable and must actually engage in some difficult combat. No immortalities either.

3: No leading off other players characters against their intentional objective.

You are allowed to have other player's characters talk to yours, travel with them, and attack with them. However, you're not allowed to actually lead another person's character so much that he would completely strive from his intentional objective, so that creator would get lost. I mean, you have your character, so you should build IT up more instead of everyone elses'. It's like player-owned houses - you're not able to tell another player what his house should be like (only give advice), but instead you should build your OWN house to whatever you want.

4: Keep to the plot. KEEP TO THE PLOT! KEEEEEP TO THE PLOT!!!

Someone makes a plot, you keep to it. Let's try to make this into something memorable and PREFERABLY understandable.

We are warned that we only have one shot in making this a successful (and quite possibly endless) story in the Literature section rather then the sandbox. Thereby, a few extra rules have to be known (Typed by Creepypirate) (but copied and pasted by me).

-No double posting
-No comments on other peoples stories (you write your own part and that is all, no comments are needed. You wanna comment, PM them.)
-No less than 20 words per post
-No sexual, bad language or adult posts (You'd be surprised.)

Any questions/comments/complaints on someone else's work?

You PM them to me or Karl 67 ... or the person whose work you're referring to..

Got a question about how this works?

PM, k?

Let's see, since I have first colour dibs, I'll go with...my usual.

Vincent's Profile

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Vincent woke up from his rest. He woke up on a dusty grey blanket. The itchy kind.

Under that, grey concrete. It felt hard, cold, and well, hard to sleep on. He was surprised he found any rest at all.

He stumbled up to see the rest of the survivors in the room. They were sound asleep, with the exception of those who were still trying to process of what happened topside.

FLASHBACK

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"Roger Delta, we have confirmation."

"Who's that on the radio Logan?"

Vincent sat down and starting unequipping his CTU armor and weapons. After his team had failed to save the hostages trapped inside an apartment suite, they were quite shocked. They had been on a roll. They were still taking the shock to heart, as it was pretty hard on them. They felt lowly after what happened in there.

He entered the briefing room of the Police Department. Where they would usually get their briefing info was under construction, so they were stuck in the police department.

"Ah, just some wacko military nutjobs. I've been listening in on them since we got back. Apparently, they're test launching some kind of new missile." Logan had explained all of this in a curious tone.

"Alright Alpha, you'll have to launch that thing to the exact nanosecond. Respond with readiness levels."

"Critical. Launching in 3...2...OH GOD...IT'S ANOTHER MISSILE! WE'RE GOING DOWN! I REPEAT, WE'RE GOING -----"

There was an explosion heard. This didn't sound like any normal explosion though.
Vincent had flagged it in his mind as not very far away. Knowing this was military from their squad names, he knew this wasn't right from the beginning.

For some reason, he knew there was a nuclear fallout bunker a few streets down from the PD. Maybe it was fate, maybe it was luck. He didn't know.

Looking outside, his eyesight reached out only to see a mushroom cloud.
And everyone knew what those meant.

******* Logan, we're gonna need to get out of here. Now."

Adbot · **Posted:** September 7th, 2007, 8:56 pm

Karl 67 · **Posted:** September 7th, 2007, 9:14 pm

The APC thundered across the rocky terrain at the highest speed possible. The mushroom cloud rose at a startling rate. It was either the transport vehicle got out of the blast wave, or be engulfed by the nuclear radiation.

Either way suited the mechanized soldier just fine, but the rest of the squad were not mechanical like he was. They wore the latest in military technology, with a HUD helmet complete with camera, radar, and different visors.

The mechanized soldier's rifle was held in one hand and anchored to his knee accordingly. The rest of the soldiers, save for one, were sitting in other seats the APC came with.

That one was looking through the top hatch where the mushroom cloud rose even more. The blast wave rushed towards them at blinding speeds.

The marine slammed the hatch shut and the others closed all possible entries for poisonous or radiated gas. Oxygen tanks were opened and passed around to everyone. They all got their oxygen masks on and they fastened their seatbelts. The airtight APC was thrown further by the force of the blastwave. The rolling "bunker" flew hundreds of meters before impacting hard on the side of a ruined building. More debris covered the ruins and the APC.

"Report!" the sergeant shouted after five more minutes and the noise of the devestation ceased.

The hatch opened slightly. The mechanized soldier climbed through and looked around. Light radiation levels that can only infect someone like a virus: through human stupidity of touching it and touching his mouth without proper washing.

"Manson's down. Probably unconcious." Another soldier shouted from inside the APC.

The mechanical soldier looked down into the hatch to see an AK-47 assault rifle being passed up to him. It was a typical rifle that's extremely durable and can be disguised under sand, rocks, and branches without any negatives effects.

"Where's my own gun?" The machine asked in a double-toned, yet young voice.

"We're still searching for equipment. We have to make do with what we have so far. How's the outside, Jakob?"

"Never seen anything like it." the mechanical soldier, named Jakob, replied.

Cliff Dude · **Posted:** September 9th, 2007, 8:26 pm

Bob's character profile -- Color:DEEPSKYBLUE

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Bob woke with a start. It was still dark out. He sat up and looked at the clock. The clock wasn't working. The power in the city was apparently knocked out. Being a hot summer night and the AC not working, Bob decided to open a window, but when he looked outside, he saw bright white glow to the west. Many Elite Militiamen were running around, carrying their assault weapons, climbing into their armored vehicles.

"What the hell is going on?" Thought Bob. Being too hot to sit around in his apartment, he decided to go outside.

The noise outside was unbearable. A low rumble is constantly heard, and lots of engines were starting up. One of the militiamen saw Bob. "Hey, kid! You gotta gun?" Asked the militiaman.

"Um, yeah, I do", said Bob.

"Alright then, go get it, you're coming with us", commanded the militiaman.

Karl 67 · **Posted:** September 10th, 2007, 4:41 pm

All of the marines climbed out, carrying a dead soldier outside as well. They saw the destruction caused by the blast and it was not better off than the APC, which suffered traumatic damage with dents, scratches, and the occasional breach everywhere.

The entire front was crushed into the side of an already-ruined building. Suffice to say the driver didn't make it.

Jakob, the mechanized soldier as named, pried the door open and got the dead driver out. A thick shard of plexiglass was impaled through his neck. He died a quick, painless death.

Both bodies were buried, which took up the next two hours. They stood, looking at their tags. The driver's tag was bent from the impact, but still readable as "Cprl. Magisate". The other soldier was "Sgt. Manson".

The APC was moved by the soldiers out of the wreckage so that they could do possible repairs on the vehicle and continue on to find survivors.

The entire front was crushed beyond repair.

"Hard luck, eh?" A soldier muttered through his radiation-proof gas mask, whistling pitifully at the smashed vehicle.

"Lets just get whatever stuff we get loot from it, We'll trek on foot through this ruined city and try to find a hospitable area."

"This place has fallout, I doubt there'll be any place hospitable." Another replied. "What do you think, Jakob?"

The android was sitting on top of the APC, ready for the rest to help him pack up stuff.

"Yeah, lets just start with what we know for sure must be done," the other soldier finally said.

They stuffed backpacks with food, water, sleeping bags, weapons, ammunition, and other assorted supplies they could get, which included extra gear and spare parts.

Jakob also found his rifle again and slung the old AK-47 onto his backpack with all of the other weapons, old and new. Even a Desert Eagle pistol was found among the old stuff.

Jakob hefted his PL214 Plasma rifle and scanned the area with its thermal scope. No threats or survivors detected anywhere.

They then marched quickly through the light fallout zone.