[T2] Biological facility 525 (Game) [FF]

It was late at night; the only light was the old streetlamp at the end of the alleyway. A man with a black suit was standing shrouded in the darkness of the alley waiting for someone; the sound of a car slowing to a stop reverberated down the alley followed swiftly by the slamming of a door and loud steps of someone in boots. The silhouette approached with the light shrouding his expression, the man in the suit said quietly "Is it done?" to which the mysterious booted figure replied "Yes, put up less of a fight than i anticipated, where the money?" the suited man said "it will be with you soon, i must first see the subject" the booted man nodded and began to walk back the alley. Two silent thuds were heard and the booted stranger collapsed as the man in the suit holstered his pistol. “That’s the trouble with knowing too much” the man walked away into the streets and disappeared amongst the late night crowds.
A bright light shone in the eyes of Jonathan Mandel, his blurry eyes slowly came to focus upon a harsh white room with no windows, he could remember being struck in the back of the head previously, and then he awoke to find himself here he saw the outline of what could be a door and he slowly walked to it and tried pushing it, the door slammed inwards smacking his face and knocking him to the ground, Jonathans nose, now a fountain of blood was broken, he could feel searing agony and looked to see three men in military uniforms with gasmasks approach, Two of the men pinned him to the ground as the third drew out a syringe, Jonathan began to struggle but it was futile, these two men were far stronger than he was, then the felt it, a sharp jab as the third man jammed the syringe into his neck and injected the foul liquid, suddenly he was overwhelmed with an almighty headache, the pain kept growing until he blacked out, the last thing he heard was “Experiment five-two-five is now born”
Jonathan awoke to searing agony in his limbs, it felt as if he had been ripped apart and crudely stitched together, he looked at his hand and got a major fright to see them covered in scales and with massive claws, he could see the rest of his body slowly transforming…
-24 hours later-
Colonel Scar was awoken in his barracks by a young intelligence officer you quickly saluted “Sir! You have a coded message telling you to assemble you team and move out, a small rural village has been locked down and strange things have been sited, you and your team are expected to mount a chopper within the hour and move out. And sir this is direct from the Defence secretary, something has gone terribly wrong. There is no further information other than the objective is to infiltrate and destroy everything.” The intelligence officer saluted and left the barracks… an hour later Scar’s elite hazmat team was mounted up and already in the air…


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Hello and welcome to biological facility 525, here you will play as either a hideous mutant or a member of scars Hazmat team. As a mutant you will be fighting in a barbaric struggle for survival, you will be fighting each other and the elite hazmat team. As a member of Scars team, you will be fighting down the levels of 525 on a mission to uncover the truth. 525 is highly classified and no-one knows it exist other than the government, its secret and barbaric methods are hidden from all else, do you have the strength and the willpower to unlock the secrets of 525?

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Hazmat team biography:

Character’s name:
Rank: (not above or equal to Colonel)
Gender:
Age:

Appearance: (include Build, armour, clothing etc)
Personality:
Weaponry: (one primary up to two secondary and one melee)

Short history:
Other:
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Mutant Biography:

Name:
Age:
Gender:

Mutations: (Scales, spines, claws stuff like that)
Abilities: (Other than access to the hive-mind)
How your character was caught:
Other:
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~By suggestion of baldymoint7~

Mutant Ranking structure:

#1 Overlord (only one of)
#2 Lord (2 of)
#3 Boss
-------------- (Above = player ranks. Below = npc species of mass mutant)
Epic (Really powerful NPC)
Sacred (Mutated child)
Mini-Boss
Brute
Xeno's (Lay m,asses of mutant eggs)
puppet master
Spy
Fire walker
Poison Walker
Dark Shambler
Morph (Reanimated soldier)
Shamblers

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My biographies:

Character’s name: Colonel Malcolm Scar
Rank: Colonel
Gender: Male
Age: 38

Appearance: Scar stands about 6 foot tall, he is heavily built from years of playing rugby, he has a large muscular frame and has a criss-cross of scars on his face, there origin? No-one knows. He is a very intimidating person to look at. He wears a Kevlar vest and a combat helmet, with night vision goggles attached to it. He is always seen wearing urban camouflage trousers with a holster above the knee on each leg. He wears heavy military grade assault boots, his hair is greying at the side, he always carries a rucksack on his bag, this is packed full of essential items such as flashlights, rations ammunition and a large battery to power the small computer that hangs over his left eye, this acts like a HUD. Over his face, he always wears a gasmask to protect him from airborne pathogens.
Personality: he is a gruff logical commander that is very competent on the field, he is like a father to his men and will respect them so long as they respect him.
Weaponry: Scar often carries a modified FNC assault rifle, which he has a gun strap to allow him to carry it on his back, his FNC fired a variety of ammunition, Scars favourite being Armour piercing incendiary . in his two holsters he carries two Mk-23 handguns with similar ammunition to his FNC, and finally he keeps a 12 inch combat knife in his left boot…

Short history: not much is known of his history other than his life belongs to the military, no-one knows when he joined, but all are aware he is a killing machine that will follow something through to the end…
Other: N/A

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Player List:

User/Name/Faction/Rank(Where applicable)

IMIR31D/Scar/Hazmat/Colonel
IMIR31D/525/Mutant/Overlord
Baldymoint7/'Spine'/mutant/Lord
Rulyon/Torque/Hazmat/TBD
Monstaboi/D.g./Hazmat/TBD
Kn16h7/Seishin/Hazmat/2nd lt
GaMerG77/Xaivier/mutant/Boss
4o66/Frank Callisto/mutant/Lord
Rumdoodle/'Jaws'/Mutant/Boss
Wlyhm/Wlyhm/Mutant/Boss

Mutant Biography: I am mutant #56 otherwise known as "Spine" I was mutated by a failed attempt to make a intimidating Super-Soldier and now I found my way into the small rural village after breaking out of a high security classified military testing base.

Name: Mutant #56, Nickname: "Spine"
Age: 15 months since mutation
Gender: Male
Rank: Lord

Abilities: I can Paralyze people if I can get them to stare into my eyes. My claws have a small amount of neurotoxin in the tips which can also kill/cause a programed cell death meaning I can kill you by controling your cells by minipulation. I can also smell my toxin so I can find you if I cut you.

How your character was caught: N/A (not yet)

Apperence:I am a stalky built, tall, slender figure a.p 8'7ft, my arms go down to my ankles which allow for my to use my claws more easily I have spikes coming out each or my elbows and knees, My skin is eqivilant to 6 inchs Tungsten which is a fairly dense metal that is a great electicity conducter. My eyes are huge which allows for great night-vision.

Weakness: I'm weak to raidiation, 100mm rounds, and Bright lights in the middle of the dark.

Character’s name: Narien "Torque" Tichy
Rank: Sergeant Major
Gender: Male
Age: 28

Appearance: Torque is a burly, compact soldier. He wears grey-camo cargos tucked into tightly laced, matte-black boots. Despite being a loose cut of material, they're stretched tight suggesting some sort of reinforcement underneath. On his body he wears a Kevlar vest, and over that a plain white A-Shirt that reveals his well-developed biceps and triceps. The chain around his neck contains a wedding band as well as his dog tag. He wears black, fingerless gloves in the field to manage his occasionally sweaty palms. Holsters across his lower back hold his sidearms and his combat knife is sheathed on his chest near his right shoulder. Framing his face is his Jet-black hair cut short in a military buzz. His eyes are sapphire blue, typically wrinkled in a scowl, and his eyebrows are narrow and slanted. He has a square jaw with a dimpled chin, and his nose sits slightly crooked on his face as if it had been broken numerous times in the past. Several days worth of stubble frames his countenance.

Personality: His surname is Czech, and means "Silent", an apt description of his usual demeanor. He's soft-spoken and prefers to let his actions speak for him. He is ambidexterous, but prefers to favor his left hand when he can. He doesn't play well with others, due to his rough childhood and rather, ahem, EXUBERANT combat style. Torque is deployed more like a tank than a soldier, and collateral damage sometimes occurs. Best thing to do is just let him loose and hope for the best.

Weaponry: His main weapon is a grey-camo Benelli M4 Combat Shotgun. He suppliments his arsenal with two .50AE caliber Desert Eagle Mark XIXs and a 8-Inch Pathfinder Combat Knife

Weapon Images:

Short history: Torque traveled the world often as a child as his father traveled for business. Having no where to call home, he met a girl at 19 and settled down. He joined the military to support them and married a year later. He often writes home to his "Darling Gem" but never uses her name when he's away to keep her safe. He's served under Scar for his entire career and is unquestioningly loyal to him. As a close-quarters combat specialist, Torque's strategy is to hit first and hit hard, not giving the opposition a chance to act. "Hit 'em hard enough and they won't hit back" he has said in the past.

Other: He has an old Aztec coin, a gift from his wife after the birth of their son. Whenever he enters a potential combat zone he pulls it out and kisses it for good luck. The back of his right forearm has a series of criss-crossing scars. Whenever he accidently takes the Lord's name in vain or injures an innocent his penance is to add an additional scar with his knife.

Character’s name: D.G.
Rank: ?? ((yet to be determined))
Gender: Male
Age:??

Appearance: D.G. wears green and silver combat armor, green and gray pants. he wears a gray combat mask with a tinted dark grey-green visor. he has black hair, and wears black gloves.
Personality: the silent but deadly type
Weaponry: PRIMARY: Experimental Plasma rifle SECONDARY: pistol, and a mysterious artifact recovered from a distant place, which's use is yet to be determined...
Short history: stationed on a distant military base, he fought enimies he never thought he would have to fight. after going to hell and back for the base, he was recomissioned to mutant control.
Other: Has a long history of combat

Spoiler:

Mutant Biography:

Name: Frank Callisto
Age: 26
Gender: M

Mutations: Silvered eyes, pale/grey skin, copper colored hair. Skin glows slightly when using abilities.

Abilities:
Blind, "sees" only magnetic and electromagnetic fields (and their absence). Can also hear some radio transmissions (scrambled radios just sound like loud static), and as a result, normal hearing is reduced.
Can deliver a powerful electric shock (Direct contact only, or thru conductive medium such as water or touching metal.), stong enough to stun or kill if close enough.
Direct contact with electrical current slowly heals injuries, can also temporarily boost strength and abilities.

How your character was caught: Abducted from a hospital emergency room after a near-fatal electrical accident.

Other:Former US Marine, with combat experience. Was working as a technical consultant, when he suffered a near-fatal electrocution while working on a high powered radio transmitter for a government contract out in the boonies somewhere...

He just wants to go home.

Character’s name:Seishin
Rank: Second Lieutenant
Gender: Male
Age: 22

Appearance: Blank Expression, almost no sign of emotion. Slender Build, not much look of strength. 6ft tall, Wears Dark Grey Recon Armor and clothing.
Personality: non talkative, keeps to him self, tends to anger easy when provoked.
Weaponry: He carry's a MP5SD-N2 and two Beretta M9's with 5 shot extended clips, but his weapon of choice is his custom Ninjatō he calls Savren.

Short history: after Seishin joined the military and earned the rank of Warrant Officer in his first year, he was sent on some top secret mission in japan. after 3 years of being considered M.I.A. he returned with news of completion of his mission, along with a promotion to 2ndLt. and his newly found Sword. soon after he was transferred to Scar's hazmat team. not even one week and all hell breaks loose...
Other:Seishin Favors melee combat but can fire an SMG more accurate than an AR. not much other than what was stated above is known about Seishin's Military record (or his life for that matter)
Ever since the day he returned from his Top-Secret mission he has had a slight increase in his movement speed and reaction time, making him lethal with a blade.

Mutant Biography: I was towards my way to the exibit where I would be tested for the deadliest virus known to man, little did everyone know that Carbon Tetrachloride, from an old fire extinguisher when i was trying to force my escape would make my hands grow into these godforbidden claws.
Name: Xavier Threshold
Age:25
Gender:Male


Mutations: Liquidmetal Claws
Abilities: Read Minds
How your character was caught: The gas was immune to the humans
Other: My only weakness, Protactinium, is rare, thank god. How did I found my weakness? I went into Research Lab 2-C and didn't read the signs.

Kn16h7 wrote:Rank: Second Lieutenant... rank of captain in his first year, ... promotion to 1stLt.

Um, most militaries I know of start at 2nd Lt, promote to 1st Lt, the Capt. (Except the navy, don't know what the hell is up with their ranks.)

Just saying...

((After reading through the biographies, all are accepted, to let you all know, the ranking system we use in this roleplay is the US. army ranking structure: http://www.militaryfactory.com/ranks/army_ranks.asp the roleplay will also be set in roughly 2030))

The helicopter flew in fast and low across the desert planes, a large steel wall was coming into view across the Horizon Scar pulled the cocking handle back on the rifle with a loud click as he called over the beat of the rotor blades, "Prepare to fast rope!" as the wall drew closer a large series of guards and towers were becoming more evident a series of turret fire echoed across the desert as the town came into view. Scar looked around at the troops on board the helicopter and nodded his support to them. the helicopter began to lose altitude as the drop zone came into view, the soldiers on board could see a large gate with a small village of desert cammo tents surrounding it, the helicopter came to a stop hovering at about 100 feet as the heavy nylon line were cast from the sides. once the lines hit the ground, Scar clipped on and stepped out into the downwash of the rotors as he began his decent. Scars feet firmly hit the ground and he quickly unhooked himself allowing the rest of his team to drop. Whilst the Hazmat team were dropping scar walked into a tent near the drop zone and saluted General Matheson. "Sir! Team is ready to be deployed!" Matheson looked at him and nodded, "You will enter the town immediately, collect further supplies from the quarter master’s tent just at the entrance that is all!" Scar just nodded and left, he was slightly annoyed by the Generals briefness but he moved to RV with his team regardless...

Torque found the weight of his shotgun comfortable and familiar as it lay across his lap. Freshly cleaned and reassembled, it was ready for some action. It was about time, Scar gave the order to prepare for a fast line drop, so he began reassembling his Desert Eagles. Finished just in time for the drop, he leaned forward and holstered both pistols at the small of his back. Then standing with the line, slings his Benelli over his shoulder, kisses his coin for good luck, pockets it, and dops.

He gets his bearings as "Th' Cuhnul" finishes with the General and directs them to the supply tent.

-Excellent. More goodies.- He smiles, maybe he can find some explosives. That might be fun.

((Edited history... site i used was f'd up ))

Seishin Stares at the engraving in his Blade as the drop zone neared, as the heli descended he sheathed his Sword and readied for the drop. He waits outside the tent until Scar is done talking to the general, Then heads to the supply tent with the rest of the team. As he enters the tent he spots a Recoil Reducer For MP5 models of all kinds. -hmm this is nice...-


(( i use Quotes for my chara's speech and dashes "- -" for thoughts, just so you know ))

down in the darkest depths of facility 525, something horrible began to wake, a ear splitting shriek echoed up through the facility dying out before reaching the surface, loud stomping was heard as 525 awoke to begin his rampage. Jonathan, now completely unaware of what he was has become the most horrible manifestation ever ot have walked this earth, his skin was covered with reinforced scales, he had large spines erupting forth from his back, he was standing at 15 feet tall with acid dripping from his jaws, Large claws oozing a mysterious green substance were dragged along the ground behind him as he began his first aweakening. a large lizard like vcreatur scuttled in his was and 525 simply picked in up and ripped it to shreds spreading entrails everywhere before unleashing another ugodly roar...

((Meet 525 people!))

Mutant Biography:

Name: Jark "Jaws" Phillipson
Age: 32
Gender: Male

Mutations: large body, presumibally the size of an overgrown man. Roughly 8 foot tall. Jaws has incredible strength. Face very large, shaped as a sharks head with sharp teeth pullaged into the jaw row by row. Very light blue eyes, almost white. Skin a sort of light greeny-blue colour. Tubes coming out of arms and legs attached to a strange backpack pumping a dark murky liquid into Jaws's body.
Abilities- Superhuman strength, shark like appearance, claws at it's fingers, mutated in an experiment. Ability to swim underwater with no air. How your character was caught: (Long story, I'll carry it on in a later post)
Other: Do not want to get on the bad side of Jaws.

((I don't think we see it, Knight. He said "Deep in the darkest depths of the facility."

We, on the other hand, just landed outside it.

If we put this in "Action/Horror Movie" terms, I think he just gave the omnipresent audience a foreshadowing of the villan.

Also, I've noticed every mutant has rediculously overpowered resistances. How is it a fair fight to say "bulletproof"?))

Frank felt, rather than heard the beast wake up. In this case, he though, the hearing loss was a blessing, not a curse.
He was still getting used to the new vision, even though it had been close to 2 weeks since having it forced on him. He still wasn't sure if it had been the accident with the radio transponder, or something in the ER or the strange hospital-like structure he had come to in.

He reached over and grabbed the exposed wires of the utility outlet he had unscrewed and took in a breakfast of amperage. It didn't feel as satisfying as food, and didn't do much for the hunger, but it gave him strength. The worst part was the metal tang it left in his mouth for hours.

With long look through the wall, and seeing none of the faint tell-tale ripples made by living flesh, he opened the door of the closet he had called home the night before. He started silently down the hallway, looking for a way to get out of this Hell-hole.

((My 2 cents (been roleplaying for 15 some-odd years): Bullet-proof skin, but head like a shark? Aim for the massive mouth and teeth boys! Also, somebody blow that backpack off of his back, pronto. For every over-powered ability, you must have a balancing weakness, or it's just no fun!))

((Rumdoodle accepted... just, if you are bullet proof then we will adapt to that and whilst your swimming break a high voltage transformer or something... or high explosive ))

And that is correct rulyon, i was going for that impression but without the jargon XD))

Rulyon wrote:((I don't think we see it, Knight. He said "Deep in the darkest depths of the facility."

We, on the other hand, just landed outside it.

If we put this in "Action/Horror Movie" terms, I think he just gave the omnipresent audience a foreshadowing of the villan.))

((Yeeeaaah i caught on to that a little slowly, but i ninja'd u and deleted it... =3))

Seishin steps outside of the supply tent and looks at the sky. After a minute he looks down to his blade. -*Sigh* i have a bad feeling about this...-

Torque went up and down the quartermaster's tent, picking and choosing gear.

"Ah, Explosive shells, excellent. I'll take some of those."

All in all, he gathered:

1 box of explosive shells (20 shells)
1 box of regular shotgun shells (20 shells)
8 spare clips of armor-piercing .50 caliber bullets for his Desert Eagles, plus 2 more loaded
6 "flashbang" stun grenades
1 Caliber conversion kit for his Desert Eagles, just in case he finds alternate ammunition.

He steps out of the tent, slamming home the last clip of AP rounds into his pistols.

"Alright, let's do this."

((Hollow-point, armor piercing? Um, they don't work that way. I hate to be "that guy", but I do have some real world experience there. Besides, trust me on this, anything hit by a full metal jacketed .50 cal round will have plenty of cavitation damage, no hollow points needed. The only caliber conversion a desert eagle would usually have it .45 ACP, if i remember correctly btw.))

Scar Whilst in the quarter masters tent collected several spare magazines of armour piercing rounds and loaded them into his back pack, he slung his gun over his shoulder and called out, "RV at the main gate in twenty Minutes, Grab your gear and be ready to roll out!" Scar walked out of the tent briskly, he was all ready fully kitted out before getting in the chopper, but one could never have too much ammo. he approached the large gates and felt a shiver down his spine, Scar not used to fear could not understand why he felt so apprehensive about this particular mission, he shook his head gently and brushed his negative thoughts to one side, "its just another job" he silently whispered to himself, "Just Another job..."

((I yield to your superior knowledge, friend. I wasn't sure it would work out, but thought "What the Heck. If I'm wrong, I'll change it. And so it shall be.))

Torque steps up next to Scar, holstering his DEs as he begins speaking.

"So, what's the story, Colonel? Terrorists? Extremists? Hostage situation?" He pulls a blue bandana out of his pocket and ties it around his forehead to keep the sweat out of his eyes.

-Damn, but it is humid as a jungle here, and hot as Hell, too. This armor is sweltering-

Seishin takes a deep breath and walks away from the tent. as he approaches the main gate a private calls out to him from another tent.

Private:"Lieutenant! we have a package for you here sir!"

-A package? i wonder from who..-

seishin enters the tent and spots a fairly large box, he walks up to it and starts to open it. when the box is finally open he takes out the content.

1 Experimental suppressor.
1 Laser sight under-barrel attachment.
15 Extended clips with FMJ rounds.
And a note that reads:

"To Seishin,
Good luck on your mission, you'll need it.
included in this gift is a few extra clips, a lazer sight and an experimental suppressor.
The suppressor is the first of its kind and can almost silence a shot while reducing recoil.
Enjoy"

he notices it hasnt been signed and cant seem to think of you would send him such a gift.

nonetheless he takes his new equipment and prepares his gear with his time, then heads back to the main gate.

Scar glanced over at his long term companion Torque and said do him doubtfully, "Apparently its a secret, but i get the feeling that whatever we are encountering here will be far worse than anything yet... did you see the firepower backing up this place? helicopter patrols, tanks troops hundreds of mounted turrets and this wall... what ever it is, its really fucking big, and Matheson neglected to inform me anymore than that, We are going in Blind torque, and you know how much i hate that..." Scar nodded at torque as he did the final checks on his equipment...

"In other words," Torque unslings his Benelli, pumps a round in the chamber, and rests it casually on his left shoulder. "we're going in hard and expecting the worst. Lieutenant." He nods a greeting as the rest of the group arrives at the RV.

As Spine Crawled out of the wreckage in which was Biological Facility 525,
he felt that he could somehow get revenge now on the people that turned him into this monster
and he wouldn't let anyone get in his way...

((Tech note: In order for a round to be suppressed or silenced, it must travel slower than the speed of sound (sonic boom anyone?). That said, the US Navy does have, and quite frequently uses silenced MP-5s, and the sound of the bolt cycling is as loud if not louder than the round itself firing. Think of a quiet grunt, and you might be louder than the weapon. There is a drawback, with the reduced muzzle velocity, armor penetration is reduced, and soft targets may take less damage as well.))

(( Thats why its "Experimental" in the fact that it brings the sound down even more so, without lower damage any further than a normal suppressor, and reduces the recoil which is rare in suppressors))

((Unless experimental means breaking some fundamental laws of physics, not gonna happen. Again, you still have weapon operational noise: the bolt assembly cycling, the round sliding out of the magazine, etc. Suppressed weapons do have a very low recoil due to the lower muzzle velocity required, and the additional weight of the suppressor, positioned out on the end of the barrel.))

((Aside from the whole mutant thing, how realistic should I assume we are trying to be here?))

((Should i just shut-up now? ^_^))

(( i could come up with a long and complicated reason explaining what make this suppressor do what it does, but im lazy and don't really feel like it so lets just go with its a new top secret mechanic just discovered by the military and it goes in the opposite direction with how it mods the gun to reduce noise...))

Seishin having over heard part of Scar's conversation as he walked up to the main gate begins to think...

-I wonder just what we're up against... if Scar doesn't even know, this must be something... big...-

"I always do, that's what kept me alive in the past"

He looks toward the gate.

-...I always do...-

4o66 wrote:((The only caliber conversion a desert eagle would usually have it .45 ACP, if i remember correctly btw.))

Gunsandammo.org wrote:The most recent model, the Mark XIX, is available in .357 Magnum, .44 Magnum, and .50 Action Express (or .50 AE)

((Actually, I can convert it to .357 or .44, but not .45.))

Rulyon wrote:

Gunsandammo.org wrote:The most recent model, the Mark XIX, is available in .357 Magnum, .44 Magnum, and .50 Action Express (or .50 AE)

((Actually, I can convert it to .357 or .44, but not .45.))

((nice!))

Scar waited as his team began to assemble, he glanced up at the mand ontop ofd the wall and nodded, the man nodded back and the gate slowly began to swing open, Scar took point as usual and watched as the gate unveiled a normal looking town, if not a little battered. he bedgan walking down the main street with the gate behind him. Scar unslung the rifle from his back and pressed the butt against his shoulder, he began swinging it from left to right keeping his eye focoused down the sight. To his right he caught a glimpse of white, he spun towards it but there was nothing there... behind him he heard a low gutteral growl he spun round to look into the bleeding face of a man wearing a lab coat. The man face was bleeding and he was oozing a strange liuing from his mouth, suddenly the man using a clawed hand smacked the rifle out of Scars Hand and smashed him in the chest. Scar was snet rolling backwareds on the ground seperated from his rifle, he quickly stuck his hand into his boot and pulled out his combat knife, the thing screwamed inhumanely as it ran towards scar when it drew level Scar stabbed the creature in the leg, jumped up and stabbed it twice in the head, the creature dropped and stopped moving... Scar shook his head and just began laughing, he walked over to his discarded rifle picked it up and suddenly stopped laughing as he looked up the street, at the top end of the street stood another 50 of the similarly mutated creatures... "DEFENSIVE POSITIONS!" Scar called out as he ran to hide behind a car parked across the middle of the road...

Seishin Runs up to a nearby House next to the street and takes cover behind a wall.

-So this is why we're here, i see why it was kept secret till now.-

Seishin grabs his SMG, Readies himself, then swings around the corner and opens fire, taking out 5 of the beasts with clean headshots, others where slightly damaged but mostly unaffected.

"We need to get closer! My aim is good, but with an SMG not even i can hit from this distance!"

-Oh, yeah, it's starting early!-

Torque runs two houses up the street, since optimum range for his Benelli is 25 yards. He slams his back against a wall takes a moment to communicate his readiness to the rest with a nod, then spins around the corner and lets loose with four blasts from his shotgun, half the loaded rounds. With the targets this congested there's no way he can miss.

The first blast takes down three targets, but he's firing so fast in his excitement that the second blast simply strikes the same dead bodies before they hit the ground. The third blast blows a chunk out of shambler's head and it promptly falls to the ground. He fails to notice the distinct grating noise that tells him to slow down, and the fourth pull of the trigger...

...jams the cartridge. He turns back to clear the jam in his shotgun and glances to the others briefly.

"Ha! Did you see that? Like a mel-"

-Seishin!-

Like lightening he one-hands his shotgun, draws one of his magnums, and shoots. The mindless creature shambling out of the door just out of Seishin's view takes the bullet in the throat and severs the spinal column. It collapses into the street with a grunt and a gurgle, twitches twice, then stays still. With a satisfied grunt, he holsters the pistol, then turns back to clearing the jam in his shotgun...

-Not at a time like this!-

Rolls to hit:

"Meanwhile, some 50km away"

Spine starts to gather up his mutant slaves and heads for the huge firefight.
On his way there Spine is smashing and balling cars and trucks out of his way
as his anger grows. He will stop at nothing to get his man ripped to shreds.
As he closes in whats left of his super-soldier brain and starts thinking tactics.

((At the firefight with you guys))
The troops feel a strange aura as if something is right behind them...

Seishin looks back at the mutant that almost took his life.

-how did i not hear it?-

"Thanks"

Seishin burst from cover laying down suppressive fire as he moves to a cover up the street, sparing some time for Torque to unjam his weapon.
As he gets behind a broken wall, he starts getting an eerie feeling...

"Guys, i have a bad feeling about this, like something big is on its way!"

He reloads his MP5 and swings back out, takes out 4 more, 3 with headshots and 1 with 2 shots to the chest.
Getting back in cover he Removes his suppressor. -no need for this when they know im here-

2 mutants crawl out a window of the building near Seishin, he pulls out his Blade slicing ones head clean off its shoulders, then thrusts the blade into the others chest.

"We need to regroup!"

in the middle of reloading his MP5 he spots a mutant running in the direction of the gate which is almost closed but not done closing yet. he pulls out is M9, lines up the shot, and fires, the bullet hits the mutants leg, going through both immobilizing it.

-Dammit their everywhere!-

(( Ruly whats that "Rolls to hit thing? ))

-troops feel a sign of relief as tanks pull in-

Spine is not impressed with the tanks and how the humans sliced
his slaves head off...Spine moves in for a closer look at the battle,
as he corners a soldier the fear of death surrounds the soldier, but
just when Spine is about to strike lights from helicopters scare him off,
he gets away just before he goes blind.

Jackpot

Frank can't think of a better word for it, finding what is left of a janitor of some type lying one the floor. Something ripped him to shreds, but left his keys here, including a a set of masters. With these keys, he should be able to get out of this place.

In the distance there is the sound of muted thunder, but wait... It isn't thunder, its gunfire. Small arms and a shotgun from the sounds of it. Hard to tell with the walls and the deafness. He hopes his hearing doesn't get any worse. The random bursts of static have been getting more frequent too. Unless his guess is wrong, its actually radio chatter, encrypted.

Gunfire means a rescue, but probably not for him, not with what has happened. For him it means cleanup.

Frank continues his search, now looking for facilities maintenance, or anywhere they might store basic hand tools and supplies. It's time to get the heck out of here, but he knows he won't be able to do it empty handed.

Character’s name:Trooper 248009 (Ken Smith)
Rank: Private (non-mutant equivilent of grunt)
Gender:Male
Age: 26

Appearance: Thin, wirey, fast, bulletproof vest, geern shirt, camo pants.
Personality: Laughs at everything, serious when nescary (uhg bad spelling)
Weaponry: Standard issues gear.
Short history: After being forcibly conscripted and dragged to the jungle (it is a jungle, right?) and not knwoing where he`s going, he reaches his destation, after all the other troopers have been dropped off. Upon arriving at the facility the pilot starts barking order at him to try and help the daring fighters.
Other: Because it`s me writing it, Ken will probably play some majr role in the first or second battle, then die in some stupid way right after that.
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((reason for editing: Made the application all around better.))

((I think we should have a place where we people could sign up for this))

Spine has recovered from the shocking helicopter light.
He now has a sence of what the battlefield looks like.

(Swarms of his slaves are now rushing towards Seishin and Torque)

IN an almost laughing voice Spine thinks to himself "Pfff pathetic humans!"
As he turns around to see a churning screeching sound out of the corner of his
right eye Spine sees a tank round coming straight for him...He quickly leaps off of
the building hes on, as he hits the ground the tank is moving in his direction.
Spine finds a hiding place in an abandoned warehouse to recover from what has impressed
him "the humans arn't as weak as I thought...hmm finally some challenge"...

"Dammit! Everyone! Look over there! there's hundreds!"

Seishin loads an FMJ rounds clip into his MP5 and activates his recoil suppressor. He then makes a run for a Truck about 10 feet behind where Torque is. He Aims down the sight and starts firing. Mutan after Mutant Falls to the ground. Headshot, Headshot, Bodyshot, Headshot.

He runs out of shots in his clip as he goes back into cover, reloads, then pops back out and continues firing.

-Theres too many! we need a plan!-

After taking down about 30 of the freaks, He Decideds its time for the extra Frag he had been keeping with him for just this kind of emergency.
He pulls the safty pin, waits a few seconds... and tosses it into the crowd of mutants.

"Frag out!"

...

BOOM! about 10 mutants go flying and many more fall to the ground in shock.

-That oughta hold them back for a second.-

((EDIT:

Baldymoint7 wrote:((I think we should have a place where we people could sign up for this))

I second this, i suggest there be either a signup subforum for RP signups or they simply get put in RP Discussion

In fact, ima make a thread and suggest this =3))

Read KN1`s post, and sorry, if accepted I will put this back up.

((Music i think u have to be accepted by Imir before you can join in))

4o66 wrote:Frank felt, rather than heard the beast wake up. In this case, he though, the hearing loss was a blessing, not a curse.
He was still getting used to the new vision, even though it had been close to 2 weeks since having it forced on him. He still wasn't sure if it had been the accident with the radio transponder, or something in the ER or the strange hospital-like structure he had come to in.

He reached over and grabbed the exposed wires of the utility outlet he had unscrewed and took in a breakfast of amperage. It didn't feel as satisfying as food, and didn't do much for the hunger, but it gave him strength. The worst part was the metal tang it left in his mouth for hours.

With long look through the wall, and seeing none of the faint tell-tale ripples made by living flesh, he opened the door of the closet he had called home the night before. He started silently down the hallway, looking for a way to get out of this Hell-hole.

((My 2 cents (been roleplaying for 15 some-odd years): Bullet-proof skin, but head like a shark? Aim for the massive mouth and teeth boys! Also, somebody blow that backpack off of his back, pronto. For every over-powered ability, you must have a balancing weakness, or it's just no fun!))

Yeah but on this I'll be posting the bio tomorrow.

((RumDoodle dont forget the double brackets "(( ))" around text that isnt a part of the story ^^))

((Just throwing a random chance in there. The "1" was a botch...hence the gun jam. If you rather go sheer creativity, I'll cut it out:-)

Also, will make another post later. Running my wife to the ER right now. I'll post when we return.))

(( ah i c, i kind of figured, but uh i think it should be up to each person ^^ if u wanna go random, awesome, got an idea of how u want ur character to act? awesome.

And holy shit man, what happened? hope shes alright...))

((I hope she works there. Everything ok?))

((Forum is designated FF, this means freeform, so its a free for all following a story, on need to roll the die ))

the sound a rifles and the stench cordite filled the street, Scar looked at the gutters to literally see blood running down them. "Lads! this is getting a bit messy! Let us all explore the possibilities of White phosphorus!" Scar reached into his ruck sack and pulled out the WP grenade, he laughed and pulled the pin, he hurled in into a mass of creatures and a few seconds later there was a bright flash and the smell of phosphorus filled the air, Scare glanced at the hoard to see a blaze of flesh and blood collapsing,. he leveled his rifle and began to fire controlled bursts into the crowd, the weight of fire from him and his team saw the enemy threat finally tapering and slowly die out until they were all dead leaving a mass of bodies, blood, guts and charred flesh to decorate the road and sidewalks. he stood up from his crouching position and said over his teams Comms "RV on my position"

Seishin Lowers his weapon, and steps back from the tattered wall. He regroups with Scar And the others.

Seishin Looks to Scar. "Good thinking, It seems these things dont like Fire." he brushes himself clean. "Now that its a bit calmer here, i have something to report. I not only felt, but caught a glimpse of a strange creature, stranger than these things, it was bigger, more hideous looking. something happened here and whatever it was something tells me that this hoard was only a scratch on the surface"

"Something tells me that our small team here isnt going to be enough. we need more soldiers, or at least, much more ammo."