Elemental Son
Human, honest.
“The city lines are down;
The kerosene's run out.
The fracturing of all we relied upon…”
Zombie apocalypse. A laughable concept – a fiction. At least it was, right up until the day it happened. The fallout was predictable; the human race spent some time tearing itself apart, and then the tide began to turn. Small groups banded together to form communities. Rudimentary communications were re-established. The world, while still dangerous, was not an immediate death sentence.
The logical next step? Starting again.
This RP takes place on the cusp of human recovery, three to four years after the end. Players start in, or approaching, a small community holed up in a makeshift camp next to the Colombia River in Chelan Falls, Washington. There are still risks – still hordes, the threat of disease, famine and the effects of the weather. There are still the remnants of the bad days – bandits, psychopaths. There is the new threat of competing communities – those that would take your supplies or even try and subsume your territory.
Your objectives are simple. Fortify your position. Restore electricity. Attempt to establish trade networks, or preferably, alliances with nearby groups. Attempt to develop a cure.
Attempt to rebuild.
Base camp - an old Coaxsher warehouse just before the bridges (one road, one rail). The warehouse still had scraps of survival gear in it, allowing for the slow construction of a (still weak) defensive perimeter. Many of the surrounding buildings have not yet been explored.
Please upload a character sheet.
Please RP in third person only.
Multiple characters are permissible. However, any subsequent character will need to be approved before insertion.
IF your character has the minor immunity discussed, use that benefit responsibly.
If you wish to leave the RP, please let me know; we can have your character die or go missing, as is plot appropriate, to avoid breaking immersion. If you do not communicate and have not been active for more than a week, your character will be mentioned as 'having gone missing on an assigned scouting mission.'
Jack sat at a table in one of the makeshift enclaves in the main camp building. They’d partitioned parts of the factory to make rooms, so to speak – planning areas, sleeping quarters, storage spaces, a repairs area, a recreation area. One of the most important things was morale, so that last was vital. Even in circumstances as hellish as these, there had to be room for play. There had to be room for light.
Although their group had no leader, as the oldest, Jack felt a sense of responsibility for the others. Although he was a world away from home, each of them had become, in a sense, his new platoon mates. It was an analogy which, privately, gave him some comfort. Soldiers were not meant to operate alone.
His mind turned to Blake. Jack was optimistic that his friend remained alive, but the not knowing ate away at him in the quiet hours. ‘Eventually’, he thought, ‘eventually we’ll be secure enough here that I can start a search. You just have to hold out that long, mate.’
A page, poorly pinned, fell off the wall and onto the desk, drawing Jack back to the present. The planning room – which he called HQ – was littered with hand-sketched maps, local information guides, trail maps. Anything which gave them a better idea of the structure of the world around them. They plastered the main wall on the left, with the right side being dedicated to planned patrol routes, areas of interest, potential supply sites and the like. As organised as their small group was becoming, eventually winter would hit. Jack knew they needed to begin to prepare; their accumulated supplies would not be able to support all of them forever.
Logically, there were a few things which could help. They could try and create a pen, and trap deer or even rabbits. They could build a greenhouse using tarp or even sewn-together plastic bags. It would take a while, but if done right, could allow them to keep vegetables and fruits growing through winter. They could attempt to form hunting parties, but their low numbers made that risky. They could set up nets in the river, and attempt to keep a supply of food coming that way. All of those were potentially viable, even if they would require additional equipment or effort to set up.
The real problem was their lack of ability to store food. While there were probably still stores in nearby houses that had kept, realistically, such finds would be finite. What they needed was electricity, but Jack had no concept of how to go about setting it up. It was a problem which would need more attention in future.
Checking the lists in front of him, Jack began to draw up scavenging plans. He would call the others together later and see who was interested in doing some searching. In the short term, it was a matter of sourcing vital resources to keep them going. He had asked the others to meet them in the rec area shortly, and wanted to have at least some idea what he was doing before he got there. Jack drew up a basic list.
What we need:
- Food, especially long life.
o Found in: Houses, shops. Seeds in sheds?
- Weapons and ammo (any)
- Fuel
o Can be taken from vehicles. Probably best to keep several ready to go at base. Stocked with basic supplies also.
- Light sources (candles, etc)
o Because the skylight does sweet FA at night.
- Timber and woodworking supplies (esp. nails, screws, bolts)
o Priority – need to continue building up the barrier.
- Extra clothing (esp. protective)
- Containers (esp. airtight)
- Medicine
o Look in any houses which had pets as well – some medicines are usable in humans, plus good if we ever trap animals for food.
Unable to think of more for now, he took the list, some pens and paper, and went to the rec room to wait for the others.
The kerosene's run out.
The fracturing of all we relied upon…”
Zombie apocalypse. A laughable concept – a fiction. At least it was, right up until the day it happened. The fallout was predictable; the human race spent some time tearing itself apart, and then the tide began to turn. Small groups banded together to form communities. Rudimentary communications were re-established. The world, while still dangerous, was not an immediate death sentence.
The logical next step? Starting again.
This RP takes place on the cusp of human recovery, three to four years after the end. Players start in, or approaching, a small community holed up in a makeshift camp next to the Colombia River in Chelan Falls, Washington. There are still risks – still hordes, the threat of disease, famine and the effects of the weather. There are still the remnants of the bad days – bandits, psychopaths. There is the new threat of competing communities – those that would take your supplies or even try and subsume your territory.
Your objectives are simple. Fortify your position. Restore electricity. Attempt to establish trade networks, or preferably, alliances with nearby groups. Attempt to develop a cure.
Attempt to rebuild.
Base camp - an old Coaxsher warehouse just before the bridges (one road, one rail). The warehouse still had scraps of survival gear in it, allowing for the slow construction of a (still weak) defensive perimeter. Many of the surrounding buildings have not yet been explored.
Please upload a character sheet.
Please RP in third person only.
Multiple characters are permissible. However, any subsequent character will need to be approved before insertion.
IF your character has the minor immunity discussed, use that benefit responsibly.
If you wish to leave the RP, please let me know; we can have your character die or go missing, as is plot appropriate, to avoid breaking immersion. If you do not communicate and have not been active for more than a week, your character will be mentioned as 'having gone missing on an assigned scouting mission.'
Jack sat at a table in one of the makeshift enclaves in the main camp building. They’d partitioned parts of the factory to make rooms, so to speak – planning areas, sleeping quarters, storage spaces, a repairs area, a recreation area. One of the most important things was morale, so that last was vital. Even in circumstances as hellish as these, there had to be room for play. There had to be room for light.
Although their group had no leader, as the oldest, Jack felt a sense of responsibility for the others. Although he was a world away from home, each of them had become, in a sense, his new platoon mates. It was an analogy which, privately, gave him some comfort. Soldiers were not meant to operate alone.
His mind turned to Blake. Jack was optimistic that his friend remained alive, but the not knowing ate away at him in the quiet hours. ‘Eventually’, he thought, ‘eventually we’ll be secure enough here that I can start a search. You just have to hold out that long, mate.’
A page, poorly pinned, fell off the wall and onto the desk, drawing Jack back to the present. The planning room – which he called HQ – was littered with hand-sketched maps, local information guides, trail maps. Anything which gave them a better idea of the structure of the world around them. They plastered the main wall on the left, with the right side being dedicated to planned patrol routes, areas of interest, potential supply sites and the like. As organised as their small group was becoming, eventually winter would hit. Jack knew they needed to begin to prepare; their accumulated supplies would not be able to support all of them forever.
Logically, there were a few things which could help. They could try and create a pen, and trap deer or even rabbits. They could build a greenhouse using tarp or even sewn-together plastic bags. It would take a while, but if done right, could allow them to keep vegetables and fruits growing through winter. They could attempt to form hunting parties, but their low numbers made that risky. They could set up nets in the river, and attempt to keep a supply of food coming that way. All of those were potentially viable, even if they would require additional equipment or effort to set up.
The real problem was their lack of ability to store food. While there were probably still stores in nearby houses that had kept, realistically, such finds would be finite. What they needed was electricity, but Jack had no concept of how to go about setting it up. It was a problem which would need more attention in future.
Checking the lists in front of him, Jack began to draw up scavenging plans. He would call the others together later and see who was interested in doing some searching. In the short term, it was a matter of sourcing vital resources to keep them going. He had asked the others to meet them in the rec area shortly, and wanted to have at least some idea what he was doing before he got there. Jack drew up a basic list.
What we need:
- Food, especially long life.
o Found in: Houses, shops. Seeds in sheds?
- Weapons and ammo (any)
- Fuel
o Can be taken from vehicles. Probably best to keep several ready to go at base. Stocked with basic supplies also.
- Light sources (candles, etc)
o Because the skylight does sweet FA at night.
- Timber and woodworking supplies (esp. nails, screws, bolts)
o Priority – need to continue building up the barrier.
- Extra clothing (esp. protective)
- Containers (esp. airtight)
- Medicine
o Look in any houses which had pets as well – some medicines are usable in humans, plus good if we ever trap animals for food.
Unable to think of more for now, he took the list, some pens and paper, and went to the rec room to wait for the others.
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