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 Posted: Sat Nov 24, 2012 8:26 pm
 The end. It'd been as brutal as they predicted. However, the timing. It was all wrong. The world had made it past 2013, and slowly eased into a false sense of security. More generations passed, people continued with their arrogance, until 2099, when the world exploded. It began as a strange, curious, and yet beautiful phenomena. The sun blazed brightly that day. there was no rain, no hurricanes, twisters, no blotting out of the sun with clouds, except for the usual pollution of course. From the sky, orbs of light began to fall, like a rain of fireflies. The people speculated that it was Global Warming, or fast moving particles of rapidly crashing into each other, causing the strange lights that dissipated as soon as it touched an object. Children spoke of faeries, and preachers spoke of angel lights, and Sci-Fi fanatics dreamed of extra-terrestrial. Of each of these...one group was right. For three days the strange lights fell from the sky, giving the world a sense of beauty it had not had since buildings began to rise as high as clouds. Then.. in the middle of the the third night, the world exploded. All over the world, buildings collapsed, and people cried out, and screamed under the weight of endless tons of rubble falling upon them. Some buildings disintegrated completely. The world was rendered with no electricity, plumbing, communication. In one night, the world of 100 billion people turned into a small planet of less then 500 thousand. And for those that survived, they soon would find strange beings of light, wondering the streets. Everything they touched evaporated. In hours, the beings, that were floating orbs of light could make the rubble of what was once the Empire State building, disappear completely, leaving nothing behind. Terrifying, these beings of light became more solid, shifting into shapes, taking on forms, flesh and bone - but only if they devour humans to do gain that shape. It's been three years since The End. And those who are left, arm themselves with what weapons they find that had been left behind. They struggle to survive. Every day in the city of New York, every day there is less and less cover for the few humans that are there, struggling for survival... This is their story. 
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Posted: Sat Nov 24, 2012 8:29 pm
~*~Rules~*~ 1. First and Foremost, Follow Gaia TOS
2. No godmodding, power playing, or anything else taboo in the RP world
3. All mods of BSR Guild may monitor this rp, and request that you change your post if there is a rule broken
4. Romance encouraged, Cybering is NOT. Thats what PM's are for. XD Fur realz yo.
5. Yes. You may play E.Ts. They are an organized, more advanced race so they should have leaders, plots, and players just as the humans
6. Please post your profiles in the profile thread -here- before you post in the Roleplay
7. All characters other then ET's are to be HUMAN. This is the human world, post apocalypse, but remember this is also 100 years in the future, where things like chemically enhancing your body so your hair grows green and your eyes are red CAN be realistic, as long as there is a back story to it. (Feral, if you read this, that means YES your man can be all robotic limbs from wars past if you want! rofl )
8. My final rule to this RP that is you MUST ...under ALL circumstances.... have fun! heart
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Posted: Sat Nov 24, 2012 8:30 pm
Genestealers
+Use DNA to mutate into physical forms
+Obtain physical attributes from DNA source, human or otherwise
+Acidic Saliva: Dissolves all material but GS skin in seconds
+Fantastic sense of sight during the day, almost blind at night
+Great sense of smell and hearing, can use vibrations to detect movement
+Chitinous plates withstand low-calibre ammunition, but there are soft spots
-Adverse reaction to chlorophyll
-Cannot fly (yet)
-Corpses dissolve, leave black pearl
-Size of pearl depends on size of GS
((thank you to my Alien Experts Mech-killer and Tibby ))
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Posted: Sat Nov 24, 2012 8:31 pm
Discoveries and Story Thus far... Story thus far...
Ariana, Ivan and Ulrik all met each other on a fateful night. Trapped in the city, no where to go, Ariana who was trying to go back to her home camp after a failed scouting mission to find more people when she ran into Ulrik. He'd quickly disappeared into the shadows, and after she composed herself, she'd noticed it was perilously close to night time ...never a good time to be a human and out in the open. Ivan of course, had watched all this from high above in an abandoned building, quite disturbed when he realized Ariana had decided to take shelter in his building. Turns out Ulrik had spotted him as well looking from a window, and decided to investigate. After a rough and tense meeting between the three of them, the distrustful Ivan allowed Ariana and Ivan to stay the night in what he'd called home since The End. The night lead to the discovery that Ulrik was a special ops army boy, and Ariana who'd introduced herself as Primrose was actually the rising sensation singer Ariana Leana before the end, and that Ivan was not only a talented killer and survivor, but he worked magic on the violin. The three now sit around a breakfast Ivan generously made for them, planning the near future.
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Posted: Sun Nov 25, 2012 1:45 am
Ulrik stood from his last failed hunting spot. "Damn Creatures never leave any thing after they blow thrue" he said to himself. Wraping the Camoline cloak around himself tighter he sarted walking to what he hoped was some where safe. Dust was falling and he did not want to be caught outside at night. as he was walking thrue the streets he saw a glint of light from above. What was that?! he tought as he dove into a ruin of a store. "Glass? No it moved it might be a scope? hunter.." He seethed as he slowly pulled his rifle out to try and spot who had the high ground. soon after he hears the sound of someone moving around behind him grabbing things. F*cking wonderfull, Can this day get any better?
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Posted: Sun Nov 25, 2012 2:11 am
"Dreams and love are things of the past." "Now the only thing I sleep with is my gun." Ariana "Primrose" Willow Leana  she was running, nimbly through the streets, heading back towards Central park, where her niece and nephew and the rest of the camp awaited for her. She had been on a scouting mission...they did those often. It'd been three years and they had only so far found 20 people, but she and the camp would not give up. Her gun in her hand, loaded, and locked on the saftey as she ran, jumping, flipping, vaulting over large pieces of rubble, her purple eyes keeping an eye out for ...them. The creatures. The ones that had come from the light. Thoughts of her sister flashed through her mind, but she shoved them away, her small petite face determined. A particularly large pile of rubble came into view, and she ran up it like a monkey, her legs strong after three years of running, surviving, fighting. Coming to the top, she jumped off, summer saulting in the air towards a sturdy looking piece of - her feet landed - and slipped. The rubble was ...SOFT? She let out a small feminine squeak as she landed on a person in camoflauge. She could see this now that she was not flying through the air like an acrobat. She landed on him with a small girly grunt of pain.
"Owe..." she moaned softly in her feminine voice, opening her eyes.
"Where the hell did you come from?" She demanded rudely in her shock.
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Posted: Sun Nov 25, 2012 2:23 am
Выполнять только то, что нужно... бирюк Ivan perched on the ledge of a burned-out department store roof, surveying the surrounding buildings to see where you could bed down for the night. It had been a successful day; he found 72 rounds of ammunition for his rifle, bringing current supplies to 154, not counting the 5 rounds already in the rifle. He had also found some food, American military-style rations tucked in the back closet of a blood-stained apartment. He used his spyglass to check buildings down the block, looking for intact windows, preferably ones that had been boarded up. This was the surest sign that the occupants had been prepared with some kind of supplies. He had the fortune of not encountering any living people, avoiding possible conflict. Suddenly, the sounds of hurried movement below reached his ears.
говно he thought as he rolled/fell back from the ledge, hoping to avoid detection. He carefully but quickly looked over his equipment to see what might have given him away. Then he found it: He had forgotten to put the screen back on his spyglass after cleaning it. The sun must have reflected off the lens, since it was in front of him. "Why are you so careless, Ivan?" He chided himself before moving, slow and low, along the rooftop, trying to move into a better position to see down the street, to see what it was that spotted him, without getting spotted again. Last thing he needed was a bullet in his skull or the building beneath his vanishing. Five stories was a long way down.
Finding an footbridge that crossed the street, he slid, prone, onto the roof and peeked over the crest, his sharp eyesight catching even more movement. Someone, female, was running, nay, flipping down the street like some acrobat. Watching her vault over a piece of debris, his eyes caught something strange; an unnatural lump near a store. The woman landed on it and it reacted, revealing itself to be another person in a camouflage cloak. He pulled the knob on the back of his rifle's bolt, setting the firing pin, but nothing else, not wanting to give away his position, but ready to shoot if need be. ...Доверяйте только когда это удобно.
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Translations: говно = Sh*t
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Posted: Sun Nov 25, 2012 2:36 am
"Emperor Damn it" he said as he threw the girl off of him and rolled away from her. F*ck this is not my day he thought to himself as he drew on the girl "back off and disapear for we are being watched girl" as Ulrik sliped out a hole in the back and fades with the shadowes
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Posted: Sun Nov 25, 2012 2:43 am
"Dreams and love are things of the past." "Now the only thing I sleep with is my gun." Ariana "Primrose" Willow Leana She rolled when he threw her off of him, and she suddenly snapped back into her senses. She sprung to her feet, and crouched, pointing her pistol at him, suddenly remember that people were generally hostile when she found them. His words were cryptic, and he faded into the shadows without attacking her however, and she stood up, clicking the saftey back into her weapon.
What the hell. She looked around, for signs of ET's. She didn't think it was possible for another human to be so close in the vicinity. She looked towards Central park...then back towards the shadows where the man had disappeared... thats what scouting missions were fore. Find the people. But...she sighed indecisively. It was getting dark. Dark was dangerous. She looked up at the sun, and her eyes widened. It was nearly behind the horizon. She'd never make it back to Central in time. The dark...it was time the aliens were most active. During the day, they slept, or mosied. But night...night is when they were wicked fast, their maws more dangerous then before. She hopped on one foot, then the other, looking for a building to stay in. A decent looking building to her right, it didn't look half bad. she turned and ran for it, her pink hair flowing behind her.
"Damn it. Damn it." She whispered as she reached the building that Ivan was in, and darting in, unaware of his presence.
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Posted: Sun Nov 25, 2012 2:56 am
Выполнять только то, что нужно... бирюк The man disappeared, and Ivan decocked his rifle, since he didn't think he'd be using it. Still, though, he watched the woman. She looked around anxiously, perhaps not accustomed to being this deep in the city and nightfall. He was sure she wouldn't make it to wherever she called home. He felt a small pang of regret, wanting to help her, but his own survival took precedence, and he simply didn't have the water for both of them. Then, she darted into a nearby building, his building.
"Сын сука. I have no time for this.." He slung his rifle over his shoulder and pulled out his knife. At seven inches, the blade was more than enough for working, or for killing. He'd had to use it before, so it was nothing new to him. The smooth edges where honed to a razor sharpness and the point was strong but thin enough to slip through even kevlar body armor with enough force. He hoped he didn't have to use it, though. He moved back into the building where the woman was, staying on the upper floors. The wrecked staircase between the fourth and fifth floors would keep her from discovering him.
At least, until he wanted to be discovered. ...Доверяйте только когда это удобно.
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Translations:Сын сука = Son of a b*tch
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Posted: Sun Nov 25, 2012 3:12 am
"Dreams and love are things of the past." "Now the only thing I sleep with is my gun." Ariana "Primrose" Willow Leana Ariana ducked into the building, and looked around. It smelled of death, destruction...mold. she wrinkled her nose and ventured deeper into the building. She could stay on the first floor...no use getting trapped upstairs. She thought about all the old horror movies, back when TV and movies were a thing that were taken advantage of. The women in the movies would usually run upstairs when something bad was happening in their house. Trapping themselves. She stopped at the foot of the stairs, and sat down, leaning against the wall. She'd have to wait til daylight. She looked towards the door of the building, and frowned. The door was to close. If an ET walked by, and looked they would see her. Easily. she groaned softly in dismay, and got up. She'd have to go up. At least one flight, to keep her from being found easily.
Getting up Ariana turned and walked up the stairs, slowly. She wished she could flick on some lights. But electricity was a thing of the past. She waited for her eyes to adjust to the dark, continuing further into the building. If she was going to be stuck here, might as well look around right? She stopped in front of a closed door, and shook her head. No...she didn't want to come across another skeleton. Another person that was no longer a person. She backed away from the door, and sighed, and after a moments hesitation, headed up another flight of stairs. WHy not? Halfway up the staircase, to the third floor, she heard the creek, something above her.
She paused, her breath bated. What was that? An ET? No..the creek was much to small - light. Unlocking the saftey on her .22, she held her breath, holding completely still. It could have been a dog...or another animal. Like...a very large rat. she shuddered at this though, then forced it from her mind, straining her ears, her eyes struggling in the darkness.
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Posted: Sun Nov 25, 2012 3:14 am
"Damn it" Ulik said as he sliped from shadow to shadow. "I need to get inside, For in the darkness even the shadows do me no favor." he wisperd to himself as he started climbing rubble behind a burnt out building. once he got to the 3rd floor he looked out the window. oh so I have seem to have found my way to the bldg with the hunter he thought as he drew his laz pistol and K'BAR and slowly started looking for the stairs.
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Posted: Sun Nov 25, 2012 3:20 am
Выполнять только то, что нужно... бирюк Черт возьмиIvan cursed inwardly as the floor flexed and squaked underneath his foot. He was sure he had memorized all the soft spots. Of course, it was his fault for choosing a building with wooden floors in the first place. But the creatures never gave this building a second look, considering it was old and even humans hadn't used it before they came. Nonetheless, it was being used now, and by more than him.
He heard a small, muffled click. Metallic, mechanical. The safety being disengaged on a pistol. He had to be cautious now. His heart raced for a second before he brought it back down, willing it to silence so he could listen more. He dropped to all fours, moving like a beast, a hunter in the night. Sticking close to the walls, where it was supported more, the floor wouldn't be so ready to betray him. He made his way to the broken staircase and perched there, knife in hand, eyes looking for the tell-tale black against the gloomy blue of the dark. ...Доверяйте только когда это удобно.
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Translations:Черт возьми = God damn it
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Posted: Sun Nov 25, 2012 3:31 am
"Dreams and love are things of the past." "Now the only thing I sleep with is my gun." Ariana "Primrose" Willow Leana Ariana waited for a few minutes, before becoming impatient. Silence was all that met her ears. she leaned against the wall, letting out a soft gentle feminine sigh. she was becoming paranoid. she slid down, and sat on the stairs, not bothering to latch the safety on her gun. Looking into the darkness, she could feel her self beginning to panic. she'd never liked the dark. Pitch black had always frightened her, even before the end. She licked her lips as the paranoia began to set in. she'd be mad by morning, the silence deafening her. she thought about singing, before it had always driven the paranoia, the onset fear away. but ...that was a different time, a different place, back when this land was still a country, before strange beings from the sky took it over. If she sang now, it would risk her life. She thought of Sage and Faith, at the camp, waiting for her. She'd promised she'd be home. The sun was going to fully be gone soon, and thats when the real fear started... the activity. Panic raced through her, and she took a deep breath.
"I am not afraid...I am not afraid." She whispered to herself, ever so softly. It was a lie, she was terrified, but if she said it enough times, maybe...just maybe she would believe it eventually.
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Posted: Sun Nov 25, 2012 3:48 am
Выполнять только то, что нужно... бирюк Crouching in the dark, Ivan heard some shuffling, a sliding noise, and then very faint whispers. His hearing had become quite keen in the intervening months of silence. He sensed no movement in the stairwell directly below him, so he decided to take a risk. Risky, because although he'd be able to get back up if need be, he didn't know if she could was well, if she intended to pursue him. He made a decision that could save both of their lives.
He silently dropped down to the fourth floor, and made his way to the stairs. Creeping around, he stuck close to the central banister to give him as much concealment as possible. The whispers drew closer, and he was able to work out where she was in the inky blackness. She was sitting with her back to him, and he crept down until he was just behind her, muscles coiled. In a flash, he was on her, legs wrapped around her torso, pinning her arms, one hand over her mouth, one hand holding the knife to the woman's throat. He put his lips close to her ear and hissed.
"If you wish to live, do not move unless I say so. Nod for yes, shake for no: Are you here to hurt me?" ...Доверяйте только когда это удобно.
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