You awake with a start. Something is terribly wrong. You don’t remember anything about yourself. Not even your name or age comes to mind. You are on a beach of a strange island. Huge forests greet you while the sea roars in its vastness. You find a sack that contains a weapon, some food, and a med-kit. What a strange way to pack for a trip. But you know that this is not a vacation and you know that your goal is certain.
Explore the lands and the seas. Hunt your enemies and gather food. Stay alive at all costs.
In this world, you are free to do whatever you think is necessary for your survival. Sail the seas, climb the mountains, or fight the source of the evil creatures that come to attack you. Battle stats and scenarios will be determined by God to create completely random sequence of events. Each survivor starts with 100 health and will die when they lose all of it. Food, water, and medical supplies restore health but certain ones may drop it. Weapons may be crafted only when certain materials are acquired.
Map
You find yourself on the Beach of Awakening
Recipes
Shiv - 1 steel bar, 1 leather
Sword - 2 steel bars, 1 leather
Spear - 2 wood, 1 flint
Wooden shield - 1 wood, 1 leather
Bow - 1 wood, 1 leather, 1 string
Arrow(can be used as a small stabbing point) - 1 flint, 1 stick, 1 feather
Club - 1 wood
Harness(for climbing) - 5 string, 3 leather
Gunpowder - 1 charcoal, 1 sulfur
Paper - (can be gathered from ruins) 3 papyrus
Gas Bomb(leaves enemies blind) - 2 leaves, 1 gunpowder, 1 paper
Survivors
Alias: Allandir [100 health] Age group: Teenager Equipment in the Sack: An M1911 with eleven rounds (one in barrel, seven in clip and three loose), a couple pieces of bread and a couple bandages with a small container of antibiotics. Personality: Anything that isn't human should be killed if it helps survival. Humans should never be killed. Ability: He has a large capability for fire magic, but doesn't know about it nor how to use it. Color: Light yellow Inventory: -M1911 with 11 rounds -2 pieces of bread -1 container of antibiotics
Alias: John P. Wulfenstein, Audiomancer. Age group: Adult Equipment in the Sack: No weapons, two loaves of bread, and a fully-stocked first aid kit. Personality: Not very trusting, cautious, quiet. Doesn't like other people. Hates working in groups larger than four. Ability: He can use sound magic. He can control sound, whether creating it or silencing it. Color: Cyan.
Inventory:
-2 loaves of bread
-First aid kit
Alias: Nadya Kazakov. (Her first name is actually Nadezhda, but she goes by Nadya since it's difficult to pronounce.) Age group: Adult. Appearance(Here's an essay):I'll get right down to business. Nadya stands at the impressive height of 6'1", quite a bit taller than most other women and, for that matter, quite a few men as well. This alone is enough to intimidate a lot of people, but her lithe, muscular body in combination with her height really kicks her fear factor into gear. She has a fairly modest bust, a B-cup, and a fine rear that I won't continue talking about. The girl's skin is very pale as she did not see much of the hot sun while growing up, and her skin, although smooth and soft looking, has numerous scars of varying size scattered about. Mostly just small ones here and there, the usual stuff you get growing up, but others are much more distinct and have some crazy stories attached. The most visible of these is a nasty pair of scars that trail downwards from the right side of her forehead, just BARELY missing her right eye, and ending at the top part of her lip. A savage scar from being clawed by a tiger. Had the claws not barely managed to miss her eye, she would've been half blind.
But her second most prominent, and even more shocking scar is the one across her neck. No... More like the entire front of her neck is a big, jagged scar. One that formed after part of her throat was torn out by aforementioned tiger. She recovered, though her vocal chords had to be removed and, as such, she cannot speak at all. But moving on from the nasty parts, let's focus on the good! Nadya's lips are a pretty nice pink, though where her scar ends her lip has two small, but noticeable, white scar marks. Her teeth are a good, healthy white, though they do look a little sharper than what might be normal. But other than that Nadya actually has a very pretty face and a rather bright smile. Her grin, on the other hand? Terrifying.
The young woman's eyes burn with inner fire, metaphorically speaking, and are a bright, icy blue in colour that often makes people believe she's sizing them up as prey. Her hair is a wild, flame red colour that stops a couple of inches above her shoulders, tied back in a ponytail with a fringe that stops just short of her eyes.
For clothing Nadya is practical, wearing things that are warm, comfortable and easy to move in... And have many pockets. Nadya loves pockets and little loops she can slip things through. Her pants are brown in colour and thick, but not restricting, leading down to a pair of strong, black hiking boots. Her top is a short-sleeved shirt, dark red in colour, while over the top of it she pulls on a thick, brown jacket that drops to just below her rear. It looks fairly shabby, which simply means it's well-used, and has a GLORIOUS amount of pockets for Nadya to stash things in, not to mention a set of loops on the back that she can hold things in. The jacket even has leather patches sewn onto the arms for a degree of protection from cuts. The girl even has a two warm pairs of gloves stashed in some pockets, in case she ever decides she needs them. Equipment in the Sack: Nadya's weapon is a compound bow, perfect for hitting things accurately, quietly and powerfully. It has fifteen arrows in a leather quiver, of course along with the food and medical kit. Personality: To be revealed. Ability:
Nadya was a hunter before waking up on this unusual island, and thus she has a number of useful skills to bring to the table. She can track things, stalk things and kill things with incredibly quiet movements, and of course she has incredible skill with a bow and arrow, which is her preferred hunting weapon. She can use guns too, but the bow has always been her specialty.
Color: Blood red. Inventory: -Bow with 15 arrows -2 pieces of bread -First aid kit Idols
Application
Appearance:
He's tall, around six three. He's got dark brown hair, styled like the fonz, and wearing a black t-shirt with a blue spot in the middle. He's also wearing jeans and black italian hiking boots.
Alias: John P. Wulfenstein, Audiomancer.
Age group: Adult
Equipment in the Sack: No weapons, two loaves of bread, and a fully-stocked first aid kit.
Personality: Not very trusting, cautious, quiet. Doesn't like other people. Hates working in groups larger than four.
Ability(Also optional): He can use sound magic. He can control sound, whether creating it or silencing it.
Color: Cyan.
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Not today.
If you are a citizen of the United States, or anyone who is involved in any way with the United States, I urge you to watch this video. Your government has a serious problem.
Normally I would put an advertisement for a game that doesn't exist or a stupid sign telling you you've got a virus.
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If you are a citizen of the United States, or anyone who is involved in any way with the United States, I urge you to watch this video. Your government has a serious problem.
((Jesus, that was intense. Although remember, you have no memories.))
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John awakes, lying on a cool rock. The sun has just crested the horizon, painting the sky and sand a deep orange.
"Where am I?" he says aloud.
Standing up, he feels a backpack. Inside are two loaves of bread and a medkit.
"Who am I?" he says.
Nothing comes to mind. His memory is empty.
Except he knows two things.
The english language would be the first.
And a strange bit of knowledge is the second.
Creasing his brow, he concentrates his mind on the note G#.
The tone calmly fills the air. Interesting, he thinks to himself.
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A chill went down john's spine.
He was not alone.
Suddenly, he saw another man down the beach, yelling at a bird.
"Hey!" John shouted. He focused on a sound that was supposed to be a loud whistle, but instead turned out to be the guitar riff from Smoke on the Water.
The chords echoed across the waves.
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"Hey!" John shouted. He focused on a sound that was supposed to be a loud whistle, but instead turned out to be the guitar riff from Smoke on the Water.
The chords echoed across the waves.
((Assuming you are getting off the beach and into the Jungle behind you.))
Nadya: The air suddenly got dense as you enter between the trees. You hear a distant sound of inhuman cries bouncing off the barks that surround you. You know that this place is not safe, but it will be the first trial you face.
((Never mind - sorry. Disregard this post. There was an app here, but I changed my mind. Sorry about that.))
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"We must call for aid! Executor, bring out the Reavers! ... What? What do you mean we don't have reavers anymore? Then... send the Dragoons! ... Ugh, then what do you suggest? ... What's a Void Ray?!" -Tassadar, Savior of the Templar
((Lol I did get that. I just accidently left that in. You have to gather supplies before night falls. When it does... something will occur))
TIME: Afternoon. Dusk falls soon.
John needed allies if he was going to survive this.
Concentrating hard on the riff from Iron Man, he let the sound blare across the beach and surrounding jungle, hopefully drawing anyone and anything near him, to him.
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hopefully drawing anyone and anything near him, to him.
ROLL: 1/3 chance that something will be attracted to the sound. Success. Tier 1 monster summoned.
An impish creature falls out of the tree. It's eyes look like crystals. Clearly aggravated, the imp runs towards you.
Startled, I create a blaringly loud sound directed at it, hoping to scare it off or damage it's hearing.
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I run along the beach towards the other man, also hoping to find some sort of cove.
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You awake with a start. Something is terribly wrong. You don’t remember anything about yourself. Not even your name or age comes to mind. You are on a beach of a strange island. Huge forests greet you while the sea roars in its vastness. You find a sack that contains a weapon, some food, and a med-kit. What a strange way to pack for a trip. But you know that this is not a vacation and you know that your goal is certain.
Explore the lands and the seas. Hunt your enemies and gather food. Stay alive at all costs.
In this world, you are free to do whatever you think is necessary for your survival. Sail the seas, climb the mountains, or fight the source of the evil creatures that come to attack you. Battle stats and scenarios will be determined by God to create completely random sequence of events. Each survivor starts with 100 health and will die when they lose all of it. Food, water, and medical supplies restore health but certain ones may drop it. Weapons may be crafted only when certain materials are acquired.
Map
Recipes
Shiv - 1 steel bar, 1 leather
Sword - 2 steel bars, 1 leather
Spear - 2 wood, 1 flint
Wooden shield - 1 wood, 1 leather
Bow - 1 wood, 1 leather, 1 string
Arrow(can be used as a small stabbing point) - 1 flint, 1 stick, 1 feather
Club - 1 wood
Harness(for climbing) - 5 string, 3 leather
Gunpowder - 1 charcoal, 1 sulfur
Paper - (can be gathered from ruins) 3 papyrus
Gas Bomb(leaves enemies blind) - 2 leaves, 1 gunpowder, 1 paper
Survivors
Alias: Allandir [100 health]
Age group: Teenager
Equipment in the Sack: An M1911 with eleven rounds (one in barrel, seven in clip and three loose), a couple pieces of bread and a couple bandages with a small container of antibiotics.
Personality: Anything that isn't human should be killed if it helps survival. Humans should never be killed.
Ability: He has a large capability for fire magic, but doesn't know about it nor how to use it.
Color: Light yellow
Inventory:
-M1911 with 11 rounds
-2 pieces of bread
-1 container of antibiotics
Alias: John P. Wulfenstein, Audiomancer.
Age group: Adult
Equipment in the Sack: No weapons, two loaves of bread, and a fully-stocked first aid kit.
Personality: Not very trusting, cautious, quiet. Doesn't like other people. Hates working in groups larger than four.
Ability: He can use sound magic. He can control sound, whether creating it or silencing it.
Color: Cyan.
Inventory:
-2 loaves of bread
-First aid kit
Alias: Nadya Kazakov. (Her first name is actually Nadezhda, but she goes by Nadya since it's difficult to pronounce.)
Age group: Adult.
Appearance(Here's an essay):I'll get right down to business. Nadya stands at the impressive height of 6'1", quite a bit taller than most other women and, for that matter, quite a few men as well. This alone is enough to intimidate a lot of people, but her lithe, muscular body in combination with her height really kicks her fear factor into gear. She has a fairly modest bust, a B-cup, and a fine rear that I won't continue talking about. The girl's skin is very pale as she did not see much of the hot sun while growing up, and her skin, although smooth and soft looking, has numerous scars of varying size scattered about. Mostly just small ones here and there, the usual stuff you get growing up, but others are much more distinct and have some crazy stories attached. The most visible of these is a nasty pair of scars that trail downwards from the right side of her forehead, just BARELY missing her right eye, and ending at the top part of her lip. A savage scar from being clawed by a tiger. Had the claws not barely managed to miss her eye, she would've been half blind.
But her second most prominent, and even more shocking scar is the one across her neck. No... More like the entire front of her neck is a big, jagged scar. One that formed after part of her throat was torn out by aforementioned tiger. She recovered, though her vocal chords had to be removed and, as such, she cannot speak at all. But moving on from the nasty parts, let's focus on the good! Nadya's lips are a pretty nice pink, though where her scar ends her lip has two small, but noticeable, white scar marks. Her teeth are a good, healthy white, though they do look a little sharper than what might be normal. But other than that Nadya actually has a very pretty face and a rather bright smile. Her grin, on the other hand? Terrifying.
The young woman's eyes burn with inner fire, metaphorically speaking, and are a bright, icy blue in colour that often makes people believe she's sizing them up as prey. Her hair is a wild, flame red colour that stops a couple of inches above her shoulders, tied back in a ponytail with a fringe that stops just short of her eyes.
For clothing Nadya is practical, wearing things that are warm, comfortable and easy to move in... And have many pockets. Nadya loves pockets and little loops she can slip things through. Her pants are brown in colour and thick, but not restricting, leading down to a pair of strong, black hiking boots. Her top is a short-sleeved shirt, dark red in colour, while over the top of it she pulls on a thick, brown jacket that drops to just below her rear. It looks fairly shabby, which simply means it's well-used, and has a GLORIOUS amount of pockets for Nadya to stash things in, not to mention a set of loops on the back that she can hold things in. The jacket even has leather patches sewn onto the arms for a degree of protection from cuts. The girl even has a two warm pairs of gloves stashed in some pockets, in case she ever decides she needs them.
Equipment in the Sack: Nadya's weapon is a compound bow, perfect for hitting things accurately, quietly and powerfully. It has fifteen arrows in a leather quiver, of course along with the food and medical kit.
Personality: To be revealed.
Ability:
Color: Blood red.
Inventory:
-Bow with 15 arrows
-2 pieces of bread
-First aid kit
Idols
Secret Areas
Beware of the dusk.
Appearance:
He's tall, around six three. He's got dark brown hair, styled like the fonz, and wearing a black t-shirt with a blue spot in the middle. He's also wearing jeans and black italian hiking boots.
Alias: John P. Wulfenstein, Audiomancer.
Age group: Adult
Equipment in the Sack: No weapons, two loaves of bread, and a fully-stocked first aid kit.
Personality: Not very trusting, cautious, quiet. Doesn't like other people. Hates working in groups larger than four.
Ability(Also optional): He can use sound magic. He can control sound, whether creating it or silencing it.
Color: Cyan.
Normally I would put an advertisement for a game that doesn't exist or a stupid sign telling you you've got a virus.
Not today.
If you are a citizen of the United States, or anyone who is involved in any way with the United States, I urge you to watch this video. Your government has a serious problem.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5EZe3nLaEsk
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Normally I would put an advertisement for a game that doesn't exist or a stupid sign telling you you've got a virus.
Not today.
If you are a citizen of the United States, or anyone who is involved in any way with the United States, I urge you to watch this video. Your government has a serious problem.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5EZe3nLaEsk
Normally I would put an advertisement for a game that doesn't exist or a stupid sign telling you you've got a virus.
Not today.
If you are a citizen of the United States, or anyone who is involved in any way with the United States, I urge you to watch this video. Your government has a serious problem.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5EZe3nLaEsk
"Where am I?" he says aloud.
Standing up, he feels a backpack. Inside are two loaves of bread and a medkit.
"Who am I?" he says.
Nothing comes to mind. His memory is empty.
Except he knows two things.
The english language would be the first.
And a strange bit of knowledge is the second.
Creasing his brow, he concentrates his mind on the note G#.
The tone calmly fills the air.
Interesting, he thinks to himself.
Normally I would put an advertisement for a game that doesn't exist or a stupid sign telling you you've got a virus.
Not today.
If you are a citizen of the United States, or anyone who is involved in any way with the United States, I urge you to watch this video. Your government has a serious problem.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5EZe3nLaEsk
@ALL: You suddenly feel scared. Very scared. You feel that you are not alone.
[ENEMY FORCES HAVE MOVED]
((You guys can team up if you wish.))
He was not alone.
Suddenly, he saw another man down the beach, yelling at a bird.
"Hey!" John shouted. He focused on a sound that was supposed to be a loud whistle, but instead turned out to be the guitar riff from Smoke on the Water.
The chords echoed across the waves.
Normally I would put an advertisement for a game that doesn't exist or a stupid sign telling you you've got a virus.
Not today.
If you are a citizen of the United States, or anyone who is involved in any way with the United States, I urge you to watch this video. Your government has a serious problem.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5EZe3nLaEsk
Nadya: The air suddenly got dense as you enter between the trees. You hear a distant sound of inhuman cries bouncing off the barks that surround you. You know that this place is not safe, but it will be the first trial you face.
The Jungle envelopes you.
"We must call for aid! Executor, bring out the Reavers! ... What? What do you mean we don't have reavers anymore? Then... send the Dragoons! ... Ugh, then what do you suggest? ... What's a Void Ray?!" -Tassadar, Savior of the Templar
TIME: Afternoon. Dusk falls soon.
Concentrating hard on the riff from Iron Man, he let the sound blare across the beach and surrounding jungle, hopefully drawing anyone and anything near him, to him.
Normally I would put an advertisement for a game that doesn't exist or a stupid sign telling you you've got a virus.
Not today.
If you are a citizen of the United States, or anyone who is involved in any way with the United States, I urge you to watch this video. Your government has a serious problem.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5EZe3nLaEsk
An impish creature falls out of the tree. It's eyes look like crystals. Clearly aggravated, the imp runs towards you.
You go first. Make your move.
Normally I would put an advertisement for a game that doesn't exist or a stupid sign telling you you've got a virus.
Not today.
If you are a citizen of the United States, or anyone who is involved in any way with the United States, I urge you to watch this video. Your government has a serious problem.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5EZe3nLaEsk
Clear.
TIME: Sunset. The skies are turning scarlet red and soon it will be pitch black. You must hurry to find natural shelter.
Normally I would put an advertisement for a game that doesn't exist or a stupid sign telling you you've got a virus.
Not today.
If you are a citizen of the United States, or anyone who is involved in any way with the United States, I urge you to watch this video. Your government has a serious problem.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5EZe3nLaEsk