Alien Existance: Reborn

[Ender]

Okay people, here's whats up. A little while ago, Duddits made a really cool RP called "Alien Existance." Quite unfortunately, it decayed and was eventually closed because of inactivity. However, myself, and Blackhawk, thought it was REALLY COOL RP idea. So I PMed Duddits, and he granted me and Blackhawk permission to REOPEN the RP. So, here we go. I'm hoping that we can all pull in together and make this one last! Now, in the original RP page, there was a LOT of intro, far too much to even copy-paste. So here is the link to the previous one. We are going directly off of that. http://www.warboards.org/showthread.php?t=656

Go there, read that, then return here and create you character. Blackhawk and I will be dual GMing this RP, which should lead to some cool ideas. We all know the old saying, which Blackhawk specifically said. "Two heads are better than one."

Here is my character.

NAME: Capt. Brett Anderson
GENDER: Male
AGE: 26
LOCATION: Portland, Oregon (west coast of the U.S. I use to live there!)
ALLIGENCE: Good
DESCRIPTION: Capt. Brett Anderson is a short man, only about 5' 10". He is stocky and muscular, with pretty broad shoulders, and brown hair with brown eyes. He is clean-shaven, and is generally considered good-looking, but not like "OMG OMG HOLY SHIT HE'S SO HOTT!" (That goes double for you PC! lol j/k)
BIOGRAPHY: Capt. Brett Anderson joined the Navy as soon as he graduated High School, and was accepted to the Naval, where he graduated at the top of his class. He immediately applied to become a SEAL, and was accepted. He served with the SEALs for two years, serving with distinction, earning multiple citations, including a Purple Heart and the Medal of Honor, and promotion to Captain, making him second-in-command of his SEAL team. He was at home base in Oregon when the disease struck, and his entire base was died, but he mysteriously was left alive. He tried going up through the chain of command to find out what was going on. He did, when he discovered that the Pentagon, the CIA, NSA, and the White House were full of dead people. A quick go-through of the Navy network, he discovered that he was actually now the third highest ranking military officer in the United States Armed Forces. He was ordered to go to Nashville, Tennesee, where many of the survivors were gathering. As to why they picked Nashville of all places, no one had any idea. He was ordered to go there, and record the names of survivors. General James Brown of the United States Army, now the highest ranking officer of the United States military, was heading to the Pentagon to issue an edict to have everyone gather in Nashville, or Las Vegas, where he sent the other remaining member of the U.S. Military (there are only three). Capt. Anderson loaded up a cargo truck with enough weapons, ammo, explosives, communications, and Army rations to arm Panama for World War III, then set off for Nashville.

[SterlingRat]

Will you be asking Steven King for permission to borrow the plot from "The Stand"? It's a great book... I suggest you rent the miniseries, though. You should plainly recognize the opening. The book is worth reading if you like long, descriptive books... but the opening and the premise is almost exactly the same as it was presented in the mini-series.

Not that it is a bad thing.... the story is a great one and more than worthy of a RPG. The only problem I would have is if you give credit to the wrong source for the back-story.

[Ender]

Hey, I just took it from Duddits so...whatever. If you think it is a good storyline, why don't you join please? Plus, the CORE idea main be the same, but that is like saying that Star Trek is a exact copy of Star Wars. (Or did Star Trek come out first? Whatever, doesn't matter.) That kind of philosophy basically assumes only the first book of a genre should get credit for anything. It's like saying Ancient Greek Mythology should get all the credit for fantasy, and Lord of the Rings and Warcraft and other such things should get none.

And just to appease you:

Apparently the basic storyline is from a Steven King Book, The Stand. There! NOW JOIN!

[Whiteknight]

I'll join. I'll post up my character tomorrow, so that I have enough time to post a good post. I'll be posting for all my RP's tomorrow, quality posts, because all of my teachers piled up homework on us and I can just write brief, pretty bad posts while doing homework. So yeah, Friday.

[Seal]

I'm in, character coming when I have time.

NAME/GENDER/AGE: Alice / Female / 17
LOCATION: Somewhere at Las Vegas
ALLIGENCE: Neutral
DESCRIPTION: Beautiful, but physically not really strong. Long, straight, black hair, brown eyes.
BIOGRAPHY:
Originally born in somewhere around the south coast, she was pretty popular in school.
After the disaster, she felt shocked and sad, when all she knew were dead.

She did survive, somehow. She didn't originally know anything about the wilds and surviving, but now she can gather food from the forests threre.

As she hasn't seen anyone for some time now, Alice didn't feel that getting new clothes is urgent, so now she wears just really scratched and dirty pieces of clothing.

[Black.Ice]

I'm now out.

Sorry about that, but it just isn't going the way I thought it would be. Good luck with it, and hopefully you guys will develop it into a kick-ass RP.

[BlackHawk]

I'll use my same char, weeeee.

Name / Gender / Age: Neal / Male / 25
Location: Maine.
Alligence: Mainly Bad, but Neal isn't pure 'bad' at heart, he does some things on his own.
Description: Neal is 5'10" and is in great shape, he has brown hair in the 'skater' style that's 'hip' now-a-days. Neal's wardrobe consists of some baggy sweat pants, a t-shirt, a coat, a hat, and a watch.
Biography: Neal moved to Maine from his native home of Canada a few years back. When he first moved here he found it odd, especially with the currency and with his family always complaining about how there was no free health-care. However, he still made friends with some of the 'cool' people at school, and soon met his girlfriend Kristin.

Recently he has been having a great life, getting into one of the prestigious universities and having his entreprenuaral business with his friend skyrocketing. His business PB War has been dubbed the "greatest paintballing arena in all of North America" and has hosted many national competitions.

Alas, life has a way of turning everything around in a blink of an eye. Reports started spreading about an epidemic crossing the nation that is threatening to destory mankind. Neal's family didn't know what to do, but being very pompous they believed that it wouldn't come to them and would die out before it came within 50 miles of them.

They didn't see it even coming "it's just a cough no biggie" Neal's parents said when most of the neighbourhood caught a small cough they passed off as a winter flu, even though the news said that was the "trademark of the virus." Within days the neighbourhood started dying, complete chaos ensued. Though Neal didn't feel a thing "I should be dying with the others. Should I?" he thought. But his neighbours kept dying and Neal began to realize something, he was special, he had something more, and he was going to take this as a second chance.

Realizing he couldn't stay where he was, Neal decided to try and find others that may have gotten this second chance. He met up with a few others from around the area, they told him of a band of people in Las Vegas. So Neal headed that way, as the others went a seperate direction, to go raid stores, which Neal told them was pointless but they just kept going.

[Ender]

ooc: People, PM your friends and get them in this RP. WE NEED MORE.

Capt. Brett Anderson was in the middle of the Cascade Mountain range in Oregon, stopping at a gas station to refuel his truck. He was heading to Nashville, as per his orders. However, he was having an urge to head south. Anderson pulled out his cell phone and put in a call to General James Brown at the Pentagon. The line rang twice, then Brown picked up.
"Brown here."
"General, this is Anderson."
"Anderson. Report status."
"En route to Nashville, as ordered General."
"Okay. So why the hell are you calling me?"
"I want permission to take care of some personal business, sir."
There was a pause on the other end. "How long is this...detour...going to take Anderson?"
Anderson winced. "Souther California."
The General exploded. "Absolutely not! Captain, I'm ordering you-"
"Cut the shit, General! The military is dead! Besides, I don't have to take orders from you! You're Army, I'm Navy. I'm not your subordinate, you can kiss my ass. I'm heading to California."
Anderson hung up his phone and turned it off. He finished refueling, then turned south, for California.

ooc: I'm coming for ya Seal! HAHAHAHA! lol

[BlackHawk]

(OOC: I'm going to use my starting from the Original AE, I fell in love with it :p).

"Euwah!"

It took Neal a few moments to realize where he was, and to understand it was just a dream. Neal had been dreaming of his girlfriend, they had been in his bedroom, just kissing and fooling around. She leaned in for a kiss, but suddenly began to bleed. Bleed from everywhere, her ears, nose, mouth, eyes. Everywhere.

"Kristin" Neal moaned as he thought of his girlfriend, one of the billions of people that died from the sickness. That product of hell thought Neal bitterly.

Standing up Neal had to stand still for a moment as his mind swam, and his dizziness slowly drained away. Taking in his surroundings Neal remembered last night. He had found this shed last night, to the side of the road halfway along the interstate. He had found some food, cooked beens and some bread, but not much to stop his stomach from rumbling.

When the sun flashed accross his eyes he realized it was day. Sun doesn't flash he thought. Seeing the small window as the source of light he realized something had walked past. Something.

Neal ducked low, quickly picking up the Five Seven he had scavanged from his dad's hunting room. He walked along the wall, quietly crouching. Hearing nothing form outside he crawled towards the door, taking a deep breath before the final dive, he launched himself out the door.

Rolling out into the sand and coming up to a standing position, his gun ready to deal with anyone thanks to his short gymnastics classes. Spinning on the spot Neal realized there was nothing around. Nothing? But something had to have crossed the window.

He felt like a fool, rolling out into the open like some sort of dramatic action film. Then he realized there was no one to see him act like a fool.

"I must be going crazy" he thought, walking around the shed towards the highway. He was still ready, just incase something was around, but he made it to the jeep with nothing coming at him, not even a breeze.

(OOC: The following is added, time to come meet the Captain, w00t)

As the jeep sped off with a squel south, towards California, something slipped into the back of the truck. A split second later, it was hidden within the supplies in the trunk.

[Ender]

ooc: What General? The General is at D.C., in the Pentagon. I'm only a measly little Captain lol.

[Whiteknight]

NAME/GENDER/AGE: Dimitri (I'm not Russian by the way, I just like the way Dimitri (although it should be Dmetri, don't like that though) sounds :) I'm Canadian, so were my parents, grandparents came from Europe (not Russia). Just wanted to clear that up.) / Male / 28
LOCATION: Edmonton, Alberta
ALLIGENCE: Neutral (so far)
DESCRIPTION:
BIOGRAPHY (include their reaction to the plague):

Okay, I'll include description and bio soon. Today or tomorrow, it's getting late and that means my post description will degrade, so probably tomorrow.

[OboeGuru]

(Same as from the old game as well :D)

NAME/GENDER/AGE: Davros Dermlunger / Male / 22
LOCATION: Nomadic, near Wyoming at epidemic break
ALLEGIANCE: Unknown (dun dun dun!!!)
DESCRIPTION: Ports an olivedrab trenchcoat over a white t-shirt and khaki cargo pants. He often wears a jade pendant on a gold chain about his neck, and is never caught without one of his 15 watches on. 5' 11", lightly tanned, shaved head. Rarely removes his red-reflective Oakleys, eye color unknown.
BIOGRAPHY/BACK STORY: Davros's mother died in labor. He lived with his father and some attactive blonde girl his father had picked up after the passage of the wife. When Davros was ten, he discovered the that secret and shot them both. His father being an avid believer in government conspiracies, there was a massive collection of weapons for Davros to have at to do the dirty work and to continue on in his now-bitter ways.

Davros travelled the country and around the world, in search of answers. He resided in Japan for 3 years and learned the art of Zen Buddhism and became well skilled in the martial arts and fair in sword combat.

He had just returned to the States to seek out the evils in the country when the plague hit. He began to feel the more serious symptoms coming on and put himself in a deep state of rest that he learned in Zen training. He laid comatose for a month.

Upon awakening, he could remember nothing. The plague had given him amnesia. All he knew is that he had to go to Montana, wherever that was... He had a mission, some higher calling to attend to, perhaps the answers laid there. Always searching for answers.

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(ooc: since it's so late I'll just add in my story beginnings here)

You just picked up this bimbo when mom died?! You BASTARD!!! I hope your bones rot a Hell's gates! [ Pulls trigger of shotgun ] *BLAM*

Davros wakes with a start at the dream of the gunshot. The dream must have been a memory he realized. Well, now that I'm awake might as well get moving.

Davros hits the road walking, hoping to come across somebody who can tell him where 'Montana' is. He walks for 20 miles before he is spotted by a single person driving a small Jeep, who pulls over; "Hey, you lost bub?" "Yeah, which way is 'Montana'?" "Just follow this road a couple hundred miles, you'll hit it eventually. Why are you going to Montana, anyway? The only places to be around here are Nashville and Las Vegas, that's where I'm going. Take my advice, follow me and steer clear of Nashville, there are some real freaks over there." "Oh, well, can I hitch a ride with you there then?" "Sure, hop on in."

Davros hops in the car with the man, whose name he discovers to be Rick. "So what's so great about Vegas, Rick?" "What do you mean 'What's so great about Vegas'? It's where our great leader Pat is, I'm one of his second-hand men." "Never heard of him." Rick slams on the brakes. "What do you mean you never heard of him?! Have you been living under a rock? He's leading the revolution against the people in Nashville." "'Revolution'? I don't like the sound of that..." "Out of the car." "What?" "NOW!!!" Rick shoves Davros out, who grabs hold of Rick's coat and pulls him out with him. They get into a fight, and Davros beats Rick senseless. Davros takes the Jeep and drives North, leaving Rick for dead.

Davros finds a loaded .40 Glock 26 with a one-shot extension, a spare mag with the extension, and a Nimravus Cub knife in the glove compartment. These could be useful.

[Ender]

Eh...5 people isn't too bad...we can work with this.

Capt. Brett Anderson stared forward as he drove. He had gone through Southern California, in the towns where his family lived. Had lived, at least. Every single one of them was wiped out by the disease. Having no other excuse to disobey orders, Anderson put in a call the the General and reported that he was back on course.

Anderson was heading directly east, figuring as he got closer to Tennessee, he could turn more northwards to get to his destination. Currenty he was passing through Nevada, around Las Vegas. It was about 7:00 P.M. and night was falling. He squinted a little.
"No way...a hitchhiker?" In the distance, Anderson saw a young woman walking along. She wore ragged, dirty scraps of clothing. Anderson flashed his lights, and the woman turned. He slowed down and pulled over, then rolled down the passenger side window.
"Hey there. I'm Captain Brett Anderson of the U.S. Navy. What's left of it anyway," he said, smiling. "I'm headed for Nashville, but I'm in no hurry. You need a lift anywhere?"

[Duddits]

Currently grounded-- can't post to much..

---
Josh walks into a hall of mirrors suddently...

"Oh gawd. I'm not gonna be able to get out of this for a month."
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Anyway, the Stands a great book. I've read the unadbridged version 3 times now. I didn't know there was a mini-series... I'll have to check that out. Anyway, yea, I got a lot of influence from that book. Very cool, so I'd suggest you check it out.

[Ender]

People...due to lack of activity, I'm considering having this RP closed. Please don't make me PM Oboe to do that...

[BlackHawk]

(OOC: I'm going to use my starting from the Original AE, I fell in love with it :p).

"Euwah!"

It took Neal a few moments to realize where he was, and to understand it was just a dream. Neal had been dreaming of his girlfriend, they had been in his bedroom, just kissing and fooling around. She leaned in for a kiss, but suddenly began to bleed. Bleed from everywhere, her ears, nose, mouth, eyes. Everywhere.

"Kristin" Neal moaned as he thought of his girlfriend, one of the billions of people that died from the sickness. That product of hell thought Neal bitterly.

Standing up Neal had to stand still for a moment as his mind swam, and his dizziness slowly drained away. Taking in his surroundings Neal remembered last night. He had found this shed last night, to the side of the road halfway along the interstate. He had found some food, cooked beens and some bread, but not much to stop his stomach from rumbling.

When the sun flashed accross his eyes he realized it was day. Sun doesn't flash he thought. Seeing the small window as the source of light he realized something had walked past. Something.

Neal ducked low, quickly picking up the Five Seven he had scavanged from his dad's hunting room. He walked along the wall, quietly crouching. Hearing nothing form outside he crawled towards the door, taking a deep breath before the final dive, he launched himself out the door.

Rolling out into the sand and coming up to a standing position, his gun ready to deal with anyone thanks to his short gymnastics classes. Spinning on the spot Neal realized there was nothing around. Nothing? But something had to have crossed the window.

He felt like a fool, rolling out into the open like some sort of dramatic action film. Then he realized there was no one to see him act like a fool.

"I must be going crazy" he thought, walking around the shed towards the highway. He was still ready, just incase something was around, but he made it to the jeep with nothing coming at him, not even a breeze.

(OOC: The following is added, time to come meet the Captain, w00t)

As the jeep sped off with a squel south, towards California, something slipped into the back of the truck. A split second later, it was hidden within the supplies in the trunk.

"I wanna HEAL. I wanna FEEL, like there's somewhere I belong..." sang Neal, along with the radio that was suprisingly working. It had been a long 4 hours driving along the long stretch of road, no one within site. He was so into the song he didn't notice the shadow creeping over him.

"Finally some shade" he said as the sun was no longer in his eyes. He looked up to see where the clouds were -- "SHIT!"

There was a loud screech as he hit the brakes, the jeep swerving around on the highway before coming to a stop. The man hovering over Neal was thrown off onto the road a couple metres before the Jeep.

Neal's heart was beating fast, in time with his gasps for breaths. He could not believe what he had seen. His right hand fumbled with the glove compartment handle. When it finally opened his Five-Seven dropped to the floor. Keeping his eyes on the man a few metres away on the road he searched the jeeps floor frantically and blindly with his hand.

He was slightly relieved when his hand fell on the cool metal of the gun. Lifting it up the weight was reasuring, and so was the cocking noise when he loaded it with a cartridge. The driver's door opened with a clunk as he got out, raising the gun to level it at the man's head.

[Duddits]

Hey hey.. don' close this down. If anything, let it ride out till I can get in here and post. I'll be posting her when I can ^^