Realistic or Modern -Frozen Hell-

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It all Started in 2017, When The water levels Started rising, and The world started to freeze over. Leaving the world Under Ice, and Ships That once Traveled the oceans are now stranded on the surface, Most of these ships are To be fought over by Opposing factions, now the surviving remnants of humanity are left to survive, With rarely any firearms or Vehicles.

lore on factions: https://www.rpnation.com/threads/frozen-hell-extra-lore.318163/

Rules:
Do not kill other peoples characters without consent.

Ask me about having a vehicle

Mind you guns are rare most people use bows

Survive



OOC: https://www.rpnation.com/threads/frozen-hell-ooc.317372/

CS: https://www.rpnation.com/threads/frozen-hell-cs.317373/

 

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David Halted his Half-track In the 'Snowbluffs' above the Former London, U.K, Climbing out the back and began Scanning the area for any other Survivors of the Attack on The Wanderers H.Q. He Climbs on top of his Vehicle looking though his binoculars. Only seeing hills of snow and White all around. Without any luck he Put his Binoculars back into his pouch and Un-slinged his rifle off of his shoulder, and held the front of the gun with his Left hand, Not griping the grip.

 

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Gordon would venture on top of the snow until he heard the faint engine noise, His reaction was to grab his bow and to countinue to walk to the engine like noise, His movement would be almost silent in the snow.
His crossbow would slowly swing side to side as he kept his arm on it, He'd slowly lay down to scout the area, He'd then pull out his binoculars to scout the desolate area for any people that are worth a Shot from his Crossbow. He'd slowly trace the snow marks left by the Machine.
He'd manage to track the man and then the Half Truck.
"Nice car the man got there, Seems like his one of those Folk."
He'd then countinue to spot everything strange and nothing of the Ordinary.
His goggles focused on his Rifle and the backpack
"If he fires, I will rip his throat out and shove that bullet inside his Ripped open Throat"
He'd whisper to himself​

 

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David looked around for a bit on top of the half-track, until the sound of a helicopter was heard off in the distance. he pulled out his binoculars and looked in the direction of the sound, and watched angrily as a wanderer vehicle was being chased chased by a helicopter. He knew the wanderers had no air vehicles, he put the binoculars in his pouch and gripped the grip of the rifle, he raised the rifle aiming at the stabilizing rotor of the craft, leading the shot, accounting for bullet drop, he fired. The shot hitting it's mark, and continued to fire until the chopper began to plummet towards the ground. "Fuckin' Chillers.." He had a strong Northern american accent.

 

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He'd angrily stare at the man that made the loud noises he made during that encounter
his face was bright red for a few seconds but then it calmed down
"That son of a Bitch got it"
he'd slide down in the snow as he was covered by the large noises, He'd sprint to the half truck with silent yet fast Movement,
His sprint consisted of a lot of rolls which he aced most of the time until he got to the half truck.
His quiet movement allowed him to sneak under the half truck to fill the pipe with snow / Ice to prevent and escape.
He'd slowly go under the car
"G'day Feller!"
he'd launch himself over the hood setting himself ontop of the truck to the position of the man
He'd smack his aim on the man with the crossbow.
"So! If you want yer' heart not to have a Bolt throught it! I'd recommend droppin' ye' Gun"
he'd stance on top of the truck.
His face was rather motionless as he stared at the man that he flanked.​

 

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David sighed, abit angrily. He dropped his rifle as it made a thud on the roof of the transport, it was out of ammo in the current mag as the bolt was locked in place. From a perspective the man behind him could not see or hear. The wanderer vehicle had turned and was making it's way to the his vehicle. He did not raise his hands as he was to pissed to. "You have know idea what your doing do you?" He said still pissed, just trying to stall for the other vehicle to get closer, but still a ways off where no one could hear it.

 

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He'd shoot a bolt throught his thigh,
he'd load another bolt
"You have no Idea who you Messin' with Laddie."
He'd walk to him, In the process of walking he'd pull out his revolver
"Ye' thinkin' of movin' ?"
he'd step closer and point the gun at him
"Give me ye' Gun, Keys and the Bag"
His face was rather still for the actions that were happening and you'd notice him having a axe on his belt
He'd be breathing like nothing happened his movements would not be panicy but the casual movements
You'd also notice that his face was covered in burns, Scars, Stiches and Snow.
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When David was Shot in t he thigh he Fell on his side, Knocking his rifle off the roof. The other Half Track was well in range to be heard at this point, and the a Shine came from the open roof of the Truck, The a loud bang. 308. Winchester Round flew through the Air and hit The man in the Upper arm of the arm he was holding the revolver, and a second bang would be heard as the Truck came closer, and this bullet hit the man in the left side of his gut. David while the other guy that was holding him at gun point, was getting shot, had managed to get the bolt out of his leg. "You think we travel alone do you?" He rolled of the roof and landed on the snow.

 

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"You Fucking had to Lad."
He'd seem rather calm, He'd roll of the Half truck.
He'd slide under the half truck, He'd pull out his axe and his molotov from the belt.
he'd grab his Medical pouch and stick a morphine and Adrenaline Syringe into his vein and chug down Painkillers.
He'd grab his radio and Signal out the Possition to everyone
"If I'm Going down you are Going down!"
He'd roll out, he'd chug the lit Molotov on top of the car and roll back under.

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The Molotov was a signal to the "Ice-Breakers"
He'd slide out of the bottom of the Half-Truck, He'd then grab his Crossbow and fire at the man who layed there,
He'd proceed the attack by charging at the man who layed with a axe.
Shots Rang as they flew past, It sounded like a 50 BMG.​

 

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Once the .50 BMG hit the Moving Half-track, The Began to turn away, Driving away from where it was originally going, seeing the crossbow being aimed at him, he rolled to the side to dodge the bolt, he pushed him self up grabing the empty rifle, Adrenaline started to kick in and began to num the pain. he raised the rifle as if he was blocking with it, and proceeded to block the axe with it.

 

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The axe cut into the metal but it was stopped, He'd kick his rifle off and charge his arms up
"So. Buddy."
He'd smack the axe into his rifle cutting deeper this time.
He'd then charge again but this time he'd wait a second
"Give In. Or ye' going to be Diced Meat."
He'd await his answer​

 

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(Sorry been kinda busy lately, also never removed the axe from the rifle, also this is kinda payback for the whole thing with you having nothing to make a molt over out of)
With the adrenaline in his body in full affect, he is able to feel no pain what so ever. Once the axe hit his rifle again, this time between the mag and the vertical grip, he saw an opportunity and he took it, he pushed the butt of the rifle forwards, twisting the the axe out of the mans hands, and hitting the man in the face with the but of the rifle, dazing him. He jumped back into the half-track, locking the only door on the truck tighter than a nuns chastity belt. He rushed to the driver seat and started the truck, it started blasting out smoke out of one of the exhaust pipes, and started to slowly melt the snow the man had put in the other.