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Character details and RP details will be in the OOC thread.

Orlando Boomers GM post #1
You have recently been in a battle, there was no winner. Both sides have fled to their HQ's but you as a soldier are preparing for round 2. But rumors are that other factions are in Florida.
The battle was between the Orlando Boomers and The Golden Gate Protectors, the co-GMs will have to do this for their faction. Once each faction has been done we start. So don't post until the all of the GM posts are in.

The Battle of the Marsh
The marshlands covered all over post-apocalyptic Florida, the Everglades Wasteland it was dubbed. Swamp Ghouls, Giant Pythons, Mutant Alligators and Killer Plants lurked the depths of the Everglades. Since the Great War people have slowly recovered but settlements have grown from the ashes of the Old World. The cities of Naples, New Miami and Orlando had become major cities in the waste.
Over the past years the two cities of Naples and Orlando had grown bitter towards each other, petty arguments erupted into open war.
The battle was fought in the marshes in between Naples and Orlando. No force had the upper hand, many died. Bodies littered the ground the air full of flies.

Jacob looked up as a officer entered his office. The officer was older than Jacob, he had a horrid scar upon his brow.

"What's the report?" asked Jacob.

"We lost the battle sir, almost half of our men are dead in the marsh."

Jacob looked at the officer with dread.

"What of the enemy? Are they coming?" demanded Jacob.

The officer shook his head, "No sir, they lost many men as well. But that's not the important news".

"Oh what's the important news?" said Jacob raising an eyebrow.

"Our scouts have detected movement to the north" said the officer calmly.

Jacob nodded his head, the battle wasn't a victory nor was it a defeat. But now other forces were moving upon Florida. War was coming and Florida will burn.

GM post #1 - Fortress of Miami

Sunlight filters through the curtains and lightens the room. Your internal clock rings; immediately, you are out of bed, dressed and ready for duties.

OOC: Short post, but *shrug*. You can either go out to the training field or perform your job

GM post #1 - Illuminators.

After learning that the conflict between the Orlando boomers and the Golden gate protectors ended in a stalemate, the Illuminators have dispatched gatherers into both territories in order to ascertain the strengths and weaknesses of the two groups.

Meanwhile, back in the university, life continues much as it has since the great war. The faculty teaches while the students learn. Graduation is rapidly approaching and those students who pass the rigorous testing will be taken to the radiation chamber deep below the university and transformed into long lived ghouls.

Rex: If you want me to change anything just Pm me

Lewis Hawke - Battle of the Marsh

Slash chop slash

3 or 4 months ago, a Canterbury commons Trader hired Lewis and nineteen other men to Travel down south to hellhole that was Florida to find an “Item” for him and hadn’t even told half the men what the “item” was….

That was until Last week, when Charlie ashwood; the leader of this group was killed in a Tribal ambush, along with five other men But before dieing had told Lewis what the “Item” was…

Now only with only three people left alive on this Dammed expedition, Lewis led them into the heart of Florida and was now cutting his way though the Marshland and towards a nearby Town they had near about “Orlando” when all hell broke loose…

BOOM + GUNFIRE!!!

Billy fell to floor, having been shot in head, the small group had walked into the Middle of a battle between two Unknown forces, although whoever they were, they were heavily armed and really hated each other….

“Get Down! Get down” Lewis shouted at Jason but it was Too late.. Soldiers on Both sides had shot Jason several times in chest…

THUD

One of soldiers whacked Lewis with the Butt of his Gun knocking him out cold….

“Hey this guy isn’t one of them, I wonder what he’s doing here? ” A solider stated as he looked at Lewis…

“Grab him and take him back to Base, the commander will want to talk to him” Another soldier, who was higher in Rank order “we have been Ordered to retreat”

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OOC: Lewis has been Captured by either Orlando Boomers Or Golden Gate Protectors and was taken Back to there base However the two soldiers Carrying him can be ambushed on the way back to base (Basically whoever Posts first can Have Lewis as there prisoner, unless you free him)

Maureen (Crimmer) O'connor


The sun beat down, sweat had beaded up on her forehead, one bead dripped from her brow, Almost got it....just a little ma..., Crimmer's tongue poked out the side of her mouth, stretching her arm as far as she possibly could. The plasma rifle, lay just a couple inches from her finger tips, her skinny arm just couldn't extend any further, "dammit"

Crimmer sat up, frustrated, she rifled through her sack, surely one of them items she had found one help her. She pulled out an old hammer, that's the ticket. Discovering the discarded, broken weapon was shear luck. If she hadn't dropped the pre-war book she was looking at, she never would of bent down, seeing the rifle lay on the other side of the privacy fence.

Crimmer knelt back down, the rifle was a good foot closer, she laid flat on the ground, pressing her left cheek in the dirt. Her eyes scanned, back and forth, she saw no sign of anyone. Why in the world, how did it move, just grab it, Crimmer quickly shot her hand out, clenching the butt of the rifle in her hand, she yanked it back under the fence.

"Its busted, ain't got no parts..." Came a voice, like a shot, she was on her feet, snatching up her sack. The skinny girl ran, full sprint for two blocks, she darted around a corner and slid behind a dumpster. Several minutes had passed, she peeked out, whoever it was, she either lost them, or they didn't bother chasing after her. Crimmer put the broken Plasma rifle on her lap, she fiddled with it for a moment. Her stomach growled,better get back, they're having my favorite today, she though about the brahmin flavored noodles the cafeteria made.

On the way back to campus, "Sheewwww, sheewww" she pretend to shoot various things. Though pretty smart, as it had been put, a damn good worker, she lacked the maturity level of the average twenty six year old. Some would say, she was more like a teenager still, having a hard time containing her emotions sometimes.

Crimmer walked through the campus entrance, just inside was a tall, slim ghoul. He donned a lab coat and black brimmed glasses.

"Ah, Crimmer, you finally found yourself a plasma rifle" he offer a smile.

"Yep" Crimmer hugged to the rifle, "sure did, I have to see Dr. Graffton, found some micro fusion cells, and two conductors. Sure he can use them" she waived, walking off into the building.

Leon Gray - Illuminators

Three gatherers sprinted away down a street, running as fast as their bodies could handle. Behind them four raiders followed, each equipping a large rifle capable of taking out the largest of opponents. The gatherers were equipped with nothing but small pistols, meaning there ability in combat was limited. As the gatherers sprinted back towards the campus, a hail of bright red lights emmitted from behind a car on the far edge of the street. Two of the raiders immediately fell, their bodies burned by the lazer RCW owned by none other than Leon Gray.

The raiders screamed shouts of anger as their comrades fell, followed by unloading on the car that covered Leon. Leon didn't dare peek out as the bullets tore the front of the car up. Only when he heard the curses of the raiders did he look out. The raiders were reloading. Their hands were sweaty, so they fumbled with the slick magazines in their hands. Leon took his chance and took several more shots at the raiders. A lazer caught one in the leg, and the man fell down. He howled in pain as his partner tried to help him up, much to the glee of Leon. It only took one shot to catch the other raider in the head, and one second for the man to fall to the ground, dead.

The howling raider tried to stand up on his own, but he couldn't manage. As Leon carefully approached, the raider finally gained enough momentum to stand up. Yelling cries and pleades, the raider backed up.

"Leave and never, ever come back!" yelled Leon. The man shook his head and stumbled of. Leon would rather not waste the energy cells.

Leon scavenged over the dead raiders. He was not a gatherer, but the ammo would probably come in handy with some of the other combatants. As Leon left the scene, he couldn't help but feel proud of himself. All three gatherers were alive, all but one of the raiders were dead.

GM Post #1 - AWF

The AWF's golden age ended and most production went down back to normal levels. A few people, hearing rumors of a republic and a democracy, want to start a revolution. The King's Guard Captain mostly snuffs out public protests but private meetings are common. The AWF soldiers are on high alert for any signs of riots or rebellion.

But after the stalemate between the Orlando Bloomers and Golden Gate Protectors, the AWF is starting to build up strength in the hopes of a second battle where they could rise to the top to unite Florida.

It is a bright morning in Naples, Florida. The sun shines upon the citrus fruit in the neighboring Big Cypress Swamp, and the streets of Golden Gate are filled with shops and homes. A few rather large buildings house the Golden Gate Protectors, mainly a military shelter who have an interest in expanding their territory, and offering shelter to those who agree to help them.
But lately, tensions between a nearby faction, equally numbered from the looks of it, have raged for awhile. The Orlando Bloomers, or Bloomers as the GGP Military called them along with other insulting names, have very neat lands and pre-war buildings that stretch along a good part of Southwest Florida, and the GGP have had their eyes on it for a long time. After countless requests for their land and city, the Bloomers did not comply. Zachary Razzle, GGP's leader and "president" decided it was time to take military action. Therefore, he gathered all troops and inhabitents of the city of Naples...

"Protectors of Naples, I bring you here today for news we expected we'd never give. After countless days of eyeing and wanting the Orlando City not far from here for our taking, they have declined this wish. That means no new homes for your family, no new beautiful sights of this horrid wasteland, and most importantly, no new expansion of our way of life in Florida. As your beloved leader, I declare war on this faction of very mental people. We need Orlando, for our expansion of the GGP would prosper greatly with their location and city. They are the ones who are preventing this. It is time. The GGP military have been issued strict military orders for the assualt. May the Golden Gate Protectors expand and prosper!"

The crowd clapped and exchanged agreements towards each other about Zach's word. Only a little, as expected, shook their heads in disgust.

Zach and a fellow general journeyed through the Golden Gate streets to their headquarters. It was massive, with plenty of space in it. They could never tell what it was ment for, but big red letters of W, A, L, and a dangling M hung above the entrance. Inside, Zachary R. discussed the attacking plans with GGP's General.

"We already have countless troops going towards Orlando. I'll begin the assualt now." Zach turned on many radios scavaged from the building he was in and began the broadcast. "Operation Liberation is a go. Commence attacking on any Orlando military personell discovered in route to Orlando." .
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Ok so this was what rex said for me to send him, but now I see the battle ended so quickly. I guess I'll post a short aftermath from it...
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"Sir, the operation was a failure. it didn't go as planned..." The General muttered these words. "I have heard over the radio of such news. We cannot expand with very few men. The war will cease-for now..." Zach said calmly. "Call of the attacks, send them back home."

The Explosives Depot was once a derelict attraction, but it was too destroyed for them to tell which ride it was. Once they cleared out all sorts of its nonsensical plastic figurines, it was divided into three sections: the Scavenger Drop-off, where grenades, mines, scrap metal, or anything useful was left; the Research Lab, where experiments with explosives were conducted for more efficient and powerful bombs; and the Production Facility, with equipment for turning metal and explosives into makeshift grenades. Now, it is the workplace and second home to Ryan Howard, the senior researcher.

Production Facility, Explosives Depot, Orlando Boomers Base (Disney World)
3:40 P.M.

"You're saying you can only supply a couple hundred frag grenades?!" Major Horton barked. He was the most generically hotheaded officer Howard had ever known.

"Sir, the troops have used them up at alarming speeds. According to my calculations, around 0.4 frag grenades are used per soldier, per minute of combat. At the full-scale war that we are fighting, we lose up to 25 per minute in every significant battle. There is simply no way..." he replied.

"I don't want your damn calculations, I want more frag grenades!"

"The bullets-per-minute used are also insanely high..."

"Because our men can't shoot for [censored]! The nades are the only thing keeping us in the war!"

"Well then, I'm afraid that's your problem, Major."

"It's about to be your problem when I have you demoted to... to... janitor!"

"So what do you want me to do? Spawn them with magic? I was making a grenade when you walked in just a moment ago, so all you're doing is interrupting me."

"I don't care! These are not some luxury, something we would like to have. They are something we need! Just get me more, you ugly son of a-"

At that, Ryan just got up, turned around, and walked away.

"Don't you turn your back on me, you yellow piece of [censored]!" The Major almost spat.

Ryan kept walking.

"You'll be sorry!" he was screaming now.

He went into the labs and shut the door behind him.

No, you'll be sorry.

Barracks #62, Golden Gate, Naples
11:19 A.M.

"But I don't understand. I sent the request for more men weeks ago!" Francisco exclaimed.

"And we're losin' 'em faster than we can make 'em!" Colonel Clark snapped back. "Listen, Razzle's all up in the General's ass, which makes him go all up in my ass, and that's why"

"You're up in everyone's ass?" PFC Floyd called across the room.

"You shut your mouth!" Edwards yelled. "That's an order!"

"But I don't understand. How can anyone be up the Colonel's ass when Edwards is so busy kissin' it?" Floyd whispered to some comrades around him.

"I said shut it!" he yelled again. "I'm sorry, Colonel. As you know, tensions are high around here."

"Mhm. Anyway, that's why I've got to keep a tighter grip on the recruits. I can't just be sending them out there getting killed."

"But this platoon is supposed to have almost two dozen men. How am I supposed to operate with 14?"

"You're not the only one with that problem, Lieutenant. Our soldiers are well-trained, much better than those damn ragtag Bloomers, but we get slaughtered by their explosives. I'm sure you know this first-hand. I don't exactly approve of your recent decision of fighting uphill against a fortification of those crazies with their death-balls."

"I understand, Colonel." his voice softened. "But even one or two men would be nice."

"I'll see what I can do." the Colonel replied. "Just don't go getting them killed."

"Sir."