Rajvik_wolfboy
Wolf amongst the stars.
- Location
- Florida
Ooh me me I volunteer. I'm not a PMC but I am trained in infantry tactics. Just call your friendly US. Marine.
Lordhighalnder
Student, smarter than some.
- Location
- Long Beach, CA
Illithid gets to earthOh, I like where this is going.
Hmm. A PMC, though? I think I'd rather take my chances with the authorities. Sweden's aren't that bad.
Nothing changes
http://img.4plebs.org/boards/tg/image/1366/05/1366051720865.jpg
Meh, no need for pmc. Buy an empty warehouse and have larpers go through it on one hour timers. Then have a shop you run with the crap to decent gear for sale to them, and eventually figure out who the munchkin players are and offer them a cut of loot
Additionally, invite the stalker players, on the condition they bring weapons and ammo
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Did your characture forget that the should probably report his loss of a job to his union so he can sue for lots of money?
Taking a slow, deep breath, I started to check over my equipment. When it came to armor, it wasn't much, but it was better than nothing.
A pair of sturdy biker leather pants and knee-high reinforced boots. A long-armed t-shirt covered by a stabvest covered with a green 'military' vest of many pockets. I was also wearing those vambraces I looted, the rotted leather straps replaced by nylon ones. I would have gone for a leather jacket as well, but then I would have melted from the heat, even in a cool dungeon.
I still wore that surplus army helmet with the headlight and GoPro camera on it.
A empty laptop backpack on my back finished out the gear I was wearing. All in all, it cost me a pretty penny to put together, but it was a investment on keeping my inner parts my inner parts.
I was still going to bring the rest of the gear but it would be laying on the ground next to the portal back. Just for emergencies.
Everything I had collected so far had been uploaded to Youtube and set to go public in a day unless I canceled it.
Notes and letters had been written and left on my kitchen table, explaining what had happened, just in case everything went wrong. All data I had collected was also on my table.
If this killed me, at the very least my friends and family won't be wondering what happened.
Taking another look around, I tried to make sure I didn't forget something. I had moved the operation from my living room to a large rented storage unit with a sturdy metal door, thick walls and a lock on the inside.
What if something got around me and was able to escape out into the world?
Fuck that. I did not want to be responsible for an orc tribe rampaging through the Swedish countryside.
Somehow, I think the police would have a bit of a problem with that. So would I, for that matter.
I walked over and shrugged on my green vest of many pockets before picking up the Crystal Device and my shortsword.
I paused for a moment before I aimed the Crystal Device towards a empty area of space and pressed the button, causing the yellow portal to open and reveal a desert.
Nope. I need something constructed. And somewhere I won't melt into a puddle wearing this stuff.
So I closed it and kept zapping.
Forest.
Plains.
Mountain.
Oh, nice, a beach. It was ages since I was to the beach. Still, nothing containing artifacts in sight so I had to keep looking.
There. Dungeon or castle. Clearly constructed in any case.
Putting the Crystal Device into my inner pocket I slid a smaller crowbar into my belt before picking up the bag of useful stuff and walked through the portal into the dark dungeon.
Well, not quite as dark as I first suspected. There were slits in the gray walls far above my head, letting daylight inside.
I put the backpack down and shifted the shortsword between my hands to momentarily free up my right hand I set the forty-five minute times on my two wrist watches.
I believe in redundant backups for my redundant backups. So I pulled out my phone and set the timer on that as well before I took the sword in my right hand again, reached up with my left to turn on the headlight before I started slowly down the dimly lit tunnel, trying to keep quiet.
That was proved somewhat difficult considering the fact that these boots was not exactly made for sneaking.
Damn, I needed something that worked for both sneaking and protection.
Even so, I tried my best to keep the footsteps from echoing too much through the structure. It didn't take long until I reached a cross section so I paused and pulled out a white chalkpiece and drew a arrow down on the floor pointing towards the portal.
That done, I stood back up and listened hard. Nothing but the wind outside and the sound of dripping water.
Okay then.
I turned right. Turning left can cause you to miss meeting important people. When I doubt, turn right.
That tunnel proved to be shorter than I thought, continuing only for another ten or so meters before it stopped by a sturdy wooden door.
I glanced back into the dim tunnel before I simply tried the handle, giving it a push, causing it to slowly swing open to reveal a room with high, barred windows, mostly empty bookshelves, a bunch of furniture, a pair of zombies and a weapon rack.
Sweet, there should be some nice lo...
Wait... what?
I did a mental double take as the dry-looking walking corpses started to shuffle in my direction, their arms raised as they let out a moaning sound.
Swallowing, I clenched my shortsword tighter in my hand. I had spend the last month's worth of tv watching time sharpening and polishing this thing to the best of my ability.
Taking a couple of slow breaths to keep calm I started to move towards the undead horrors.
Zombies. Why did it have to be zombies? I hate zombies!
AN// All the buckets of thanks to Grey Rook for betaing this section.
A pair of sturdy biker leather pants and knee-high reinforced boots. A long-armed t-shirt covered by a stabvest covered with a green 'military' vest of many pockets. I was also wearing those vambraces I looted, the rotted leather straps replaced by nylon ones. I would have gone for a leather jacket as well, but then I would have melted from the heat, even in a cool dungeon.
I still wore that surplus army helmet with the headlight and GoPro camera on it.
A empty laptop backpack on my back finished out the gear I was wearing. All in all, it cost me a pretty penny to put together, but it was a investment on keeping my inner parts my inner parts.
I was still going to bring the rest of the gear but it would be laying on the ground next to the portal back. Just for emergencies.
Everything I had collected so far had been uploaded to Youtube and set to go public in a day unless I canceled it.
Notes and letters had been written and left on my kitchen table, explaining what had happened, just in case everything went wrong. All data I had collected was also on my table.
If this killed me, at the very least my friends and family won't be wondering what happened.
Taking another look around, I tried to make sure I didn't forget something. I had moved the operation from my living room to a large rented storage unit with a sturdy metal door, thick walls and a lock on the inside.
What if something got around me and was able to escape out into the world?
Fuck that. I did not want to be responsible for an orc tribe rampaging through the Swedish countryside.
Somehow, I think the police would have a bit of a problem with that. So would I, for that matter.
I walked over and shrugged on my green vest of many pockets before picking up the Crystal Device and my shortsword.
I paused for a moment before I aimed the Crystal Device towards a empty area of space and pressed the button, causing the yellow portal to open and reveal a desert.
Nope. I need something constructed. And somewhere I won't melt into a puddle wearing this stuff.
So I closed it and kept zapping.
Forest.
Plains.
Mountain.
Oh, nice, a beach. It was ages since I was to the beach. Still, nothing containing artifacts in sight so I had to keep looking.
There. Dungeon or castle. Clearly constructed in any case.
Putting the Crystal Device into my inner pocket I slid a smaller crowbar into my belt before picking up the bag of useful stuff and walked through the portal into the dark dungeon.
Well, not quite as dark as I first suspected. There were slits in the gray walls far above my head, letting daylight inside.
I put the backpack down and shifted the shortsword between my hands to momentarily free up my right hand I set the forty-five minute times on my two wrist watches.
I believe in redundant backups for my redundant backups. So I pulled out my phone and set the timer on that as well before I took the sword in my right hand again, reached up with my left to turn on the headlight before I started slowly down the dimly lit tunnel, trying to keep quiet.
That was proved somewhat difficult considering the fact that these boots was not exactly made for sneaking.
Damn, I needed something that worked for both sneaking and protection.
Even so, I tried my best to keep the footsteps from echoing too much through the structure. It didn't take long until I reached a cross section so I paused and pulled out a white chalkpiece and drew a arrow down on the floor pointing towards the portal.
That done, I stood back up and listened hard. Nothing but the wind outside and the sound of dripping water.
Okay then.
I turned right. Turning left can cause you to miss meeting important people. When I doubt, turn right.
That tunnel proved to be shorter than I thought, continuing only for another ten or so meters before it stopped by a sturdy wooden door.
I glanced back into the dim tunnel before I simply tried the handle, giving it a push, causing it to slowly swing open to reveal a room with high, barred windows, mostly empty bookshelves, a bunch of furniture, a pair of zombies and a weapon rack.
Sweet, there should be some nice lo...
Wait... what?
I did a mental double take as the dry-looking walking corpses started to shuffle in my direction, their arms raised as they let out a moaning sound.
Swallowing, I clenched my shortsword tighter in my hand. I had spend the last month's worth of tv watching time sharpening and polishing this thing to the best of my ability.
Taking a couple of slow breaths to keep calm I started to move towards the undead horrors.
Zombies. Why did it have to be zombies? I hate zombies!
AN// All the buckets of thanks to Grey Rook for betaing this section.
Lordhighalnder
Student, smarter than some.
- Location
- Long Beach, CA
Definitely need something better than a short sword
- Location
- behind you
Get your flamethrowers ready
You still have that large crowbar right? Because if your sword gets stuck inside of a zombie, having it as backup will be invaluable.
Also, if we do ever want to prove this to someone else, baiting a zombie or skeleton to follow you back into the storehouse is definitely the way to do it.
Also, if we do ever want to prove this to someone else, baiting a zombie or skeleton to follow you back into the storehouse is definitely the way to do it.
Nah, it's obviously animatronic. It's a promotional stunt for a movie.
This is actually an idea with some merit. Reverse-engineering magic from animated corpses may not be the most portentous way of doing so, but you take what you can get.
Lordhighalnder
Student, smarter than some.
- Location
- Long Beach, CA
That should actually give you an amazing understanding of magic. Necromancers employ rituals, costly reagents, mind control regenerative effects, animation. ... the list goes on
Yeah, getting a 'zombie' to a hospital would be a good way to prove that you have something really unique going on. Also gets police looking into how the guy/girl got into that condition. Always interesting how far 'sane' people will go to disprove 'real' magic happening.
God I love stories that mix magic and science! Probably why I love Buffy and L&O crosses. Or shows like Grimm and Sleepy Hallow.
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Retsof
I will keep you safe.
I could only think of that scene in Labyrinth where the little goblin pops up and turns the tile the arrow is on.
I remember that scene too. Bastard goblins...
TechnoMage
Hacking Reality is Fun
Someone mentioned bicycles, when he is ready for longer range movement, if that even materialises with the two hour window, then a quadcycle would be the best option.
Hope he gets better loot this time!
Hope he gets better loot this time!
Baughn
Healing-type writer
- Location
- Dublin
...in stories, where the writer decides to make them do that.
In real life, the aforementioned sane people are usually right. Sometimes they aren't, but not when it comes to anything like actual magic, and scientists aren't usually that hard to convince; it's their job to figure out what's correct, not to be scientist-y.
(Well, ideally.)
Still, if you bring an actual zombie to a hospital I don't think it'll be terribly hard to convince people of what's going on. Just better hope no-one gets a rash.
SuperSonicSound
Shadowmancer of the Shadow Cabal
The blinkered scientist trope is really annoying, like actual anger inducing.
Baughn
Healing-type writer
- Location
- Dublin
It's one of the things that will make me insta-drop a story, yes. I'm pretty sure Hiver is better than that.
TechnoMage
Hacking Reality is Fun
The blinkered scientist is based on very real human nature, it does happen.
Its just that its usially portrayed very badly - done right it can be entertaining.
Usually isnt though.
What irritates me about it the most is that its usually applied to hyper rational characters.
A hyper rarional character would be sceptical, but when supplied with proof
would adjust their worldview accordingly without the problem normal people has.
Its just that its usially portrayed very badly - done right it can be entertaining.
Usually isnt though.
What irritates me about it the most is that its usually applied to hyper rational characters.
A hyper rarional character would be sceptical, but when supplied with proof
would adjust their worldview accordingly without the problem normal people has.
Panting softly, I sat down at the table, trying to catch my breath.
Damn, I thought my stamina had gotten better since I had started to really work out, but that took a surprising amount out of me.
Even so, taking those two down wasn't hard, just... tiring. For one thing, the first thing I tried, stabbing one through the head, didn't help.
It just kept trying to kill me. What kind of sick bastard made zombies where destroying the brain didn't kill it!?
Stupid genre-savvy necromancers.
Not even actually taking the head off one of them stopped it from coming, it didn't even slow it down. It must have sensed me some other way.
While neither of them was actually fast enough to catch me, there were two of them and they simply didn't stop coming.
At least, taking their hands off at the wrist was possible with the short sword, but it wasn't until I was able to get around them to grab a heavy battleaxe from the weapon stand that I was able to actually disable them.
Disturbingly enough, the blasted things was still trying to get to me even if they were in stinking pieces on the floor.
I couldn't even put the poor bastards out of their misery! Nobody deserved being turned into that.
I just had no idea how to actually re-kill them.
I did my best trying to avoid looking at them or I might have been sick. At the very least, I was reasonably sure that the damn things weren't infectious.
Fantasy settings normally didn't do zombie plagues but had to have them raised manually. In any case, I had been as careful as I could. They never actually touched me.
Avoiding looking as the pieces of dead things on the floor, I got off the table and walked over to the closest bookshelf.
Damn. On close inspection, the books were mostly destroyed.
Even so, I picked up the two most intact specimens and put them in my backpack before I took another look around the room, keeping a eye on the open door just in case another one of those things decided to come say hello.
Honestly, other than a pair of battleaxes and a empty chest, there wasn't much here. I looked up at the window three meters above my head. I would really like to see what was out there, but I had no way to get up there safely.
I really needed to get one of those quadrotor things with a streaming camera. So, damn, useful.
Picking up the clean battleaxe into my free hand I started back down the corridor, taking a big detour around the squirming things on the floor.
Yeah, if those things had not been as dried out as they were, I would have needed therapy at the end of this. It was disturbing enough as it was.
Moving back through the crossroads I followed the 'left' path instead. That also ended in a wooden door a after about ten meters. I stopped, leaned the battleaxe against the wall before pushing it open.
Oh.
It lead to the outside. It opened to the top of a tower but I didn't have much time to take in the view before four skeletons turned in my general direction and raised their crossbows.
I just barely managed to slam the door closed before a quad of thumps hit it. Yeah, how about we don't go out there. While I wanted to have a look around, that seemed like a good way to get dead. Let's not try fighting four archers at once, even if they were skeletons and I might be able to rush them between reloads.
The risk/reward was bad for that one.
Leaving that alone was probably for the best. Were they smart enough to open doors? The last one I encountered really wasn't, it could barely figure out how to get around a table.
Something for future raids would be doorstops, some way to seal doors behind me.
Picking up the battleaxe I continued to the crossroads and turned left, heading straight down relative to the portal. I rounded a bend and only a few meters later the wall had crumbled down, blocking the path but giving me a view of the outside.
Oh.
Wow.
I was in a fortress in the middle of a large and dark-looking forest. I could see skeletons in the courtyard and the large central tower had green, glowing windows.
I had a sudden, strong suspicion that that tower might contain the big boss of this place. How about we don't do something that might attract the attention of the nice necromancer/lich/big cheese.
...Yeah, let's get the fuck out of here before somebody figures out I'm in his tower, looting his stuff and killing his dudes.
Quickly turning around, I headed back and through the portal with what little I had managed to loot. A quick look around revealed that nothing had escaped into the storage unit, so I pulled the Crystal Device and closed it before calmly putting the backpack on the table, laying down the battleaxe and sword next to it before I sank down and laid down on my back on the hard floor.
Holy crap. I did it. I not only survived, but I got some loot out of it.
I closed my eyes and let out a deep breath.
Let's see if I can do it again tomorrow.
AN// Many of these 'thanks' to Grey Rook. Chef! We require more thanks!
Damn, I thought my stamina had gotten better since I had started to really work out, but that took a surprising amount out of me.
Even so, taking those two down wasn't hard, just... tiring. For one thing, the first thing I tried, stabbing one through the head, didn't help.
It just kept trying to kill me. What kind of sick bastard made zombies where destroying the brain didn't kill it!?
Stupid genre-savvy necromancers.
Not even actually taking the head off one of them stopped it from coming, it didn't even slow it down. It must have sensed me some other way.
While neither of them was actually fast enough to catch me, there were two of them and they simply didn't stop coming.
At least, taking their hands off at the wrist was possible with the short sword, but it wasn't until I was able to get around them to grab a heavy battleaxe from the weapon stand that I was able to actually disable them.
Disturbingly enough, the blasted things was still trying to get to me even if they were in stinking pieces on the floor.
I couldn't even put the poor bastards out of their misery! Nobody deserved being turned into that.
I just had no idea how to actually re-kill them.
I did my best trying to avoid looking at them or I might have been sick. At the very least, I was reasonably sure that the damn things weren't infectious.
Fantasy settings normally didn't do zombie plagues but had to have them raised manually. In any case, I had been as careful as I could. They never actually touched me.
Avoiding looking as the pieces of dead things on the floor, I got off the table and walked over to the closest bookshelf.
Damn. On close inspection, the books were mostly destroyed.
Even so, I picked up the two most intact specimens and put them in my backpack before I took another look around the room, keeping a eye on the open door just in case another one of those things decided to come say hello.
Honestly, other than a pair of battleaxes and a empty chest, there wasn't much here. I looked up at the window three meters above my head. I would really like to see what was out there, but I had no way to get up there safely.
I really needed to get one of those quadrotor things with a streaming camera. So, damn, useful.
Picking up the clean battleaxe into my free hand I started back down the corridor, taking a big detour around the squirming things on the floor.
Yeah, if those things had not been as dried out as they were, I would have needed therapy at the end of this. It was disturbing enough as it was.
Moving back through the crossroads I followed the 'left' path instead. That also ended in a wooden door a after about ten meters. I stopped, leaned the battleaxe against the wall before pushing it open.
Oh.
It lead to the outside. It opened to the top of a tower but I didn't have much time to take in the view before four skeletons turned in my general direction and raised their crossbows.
I just barely managed to slam the door closed before a quad of thumps hit it. Yeah, how about we don't go out there. While I wanted to have a look around, that seemed like a good way to get dead. Let's not try fighting four archers at once, even if they were skeletons and I might be able to rush them between reloads.
The risk/reward was bad for that one.
Leaving that alone was probably for the best. Were they smart enough to open doors? The last one I encountered really wasn't, it could barely figure out how to get around a table.
Something for future raids would be doorstops, some way to seal doors behind me.
Picking up the battleaxe I continued to the crossroads and turned left, heading straight down relative to the portal. I rounded a bend and only a few meters later the wall had crumbled down, blocking the path but giving me a view of the outside.
Oh.
Wow.
I was in a fortress in the middle of a large and dark-looking forest. I could see skeletons in the courtyard and the large central tower had green, glowing windows.
I had a sudden, strong suspicion that that tower might contain the big boss of this place. How about we don't do something that might attract the attention of the nice necromancer/lich/big cheese.
...Yeah, let's get the fuck out of here before somebody figures out I'm in his tower, looting his stuff and killing his dudes.
Quickly turning around, I headed back and through the portal with what little I had managed to loot. A quick look around revealed that nothing had escaped into the storage unit, so I pulled the Crystal Device and closed it before calmly putting the backpack on the table, laying down the battleaxe and sword next to it before I sank down and laid down on my back on the hard floor.
Holy crap. I did it. I not only survived, but I got some loot out of it.
I closed my eyes and let out a deep breath.
Let's see if I can do it again tomorrow.
AN// Many of these 'thanks' to Grey Rook. Chef! We require more thanks!
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Malbutorius
C'est le bien qui fait mal
Dude... You should have bagged a hand and, if it still moved, recorded it moving around to add to your "To put on Youtube in case I die" list.
Grey Rook
Genuine Nerd
- Location
- The Quantum Foam
It's always a pleasure to work with you, Hiver.
Uh - dude, he's got GoPro video of the whole thing. Including the zombie-bits writhing on the floor.