See post deictating timeline.

OCC: Psymple I apologize for the way I acted and spoke but you were being an ass and I had to respond in kind, now I hope we can all just let it go and continue with the story?

OOC: Woah guys, slow down. Lets reel back to when everything was all fine and peachy. I broke Snake's nose, He laughed, I laughed She laughed, and we all had a drink. Sound good?THIS IS GETTING OUT OF HAND STOP ARGUING Refer to above.

OOC: Man I get off for a couple of hours and I got a page and a half to read.

IC:Ben took his time and started taking out regulators one by one. He focused his aim on a regulators head, Say goodbye... Just as soon as he was about to pull the trigger a bullet went straight through the regulators head. Damnit, that one was mine. He quickly focused his aim on another not to far from the last one. Alright, maybe I can get this one... Just as he was about to pull the trigger again the regulator dropped dead. There must be another sniper. But... I'm one of the only snipers in the clan. I'll have to look for this guy when we get back. He's good. Oh well, atleast it will give me some competition. Ben watched the other raiders mercilessly slaughter regulators, civilians, and kids alike. He watched some of the people he knew, giving them help here and there. It's so quiet up here.. except for the sound of my sniper. Ben could hear faint gunshots and screams, but they were like whispers.

OOC: New RP people, you can't be Mr T, mixed with Rambo and Jesus.

Reaper your not helping.

Everyone, instead of making a crapload of small one sentence posts, make paragraph size ones.

See post dictating timeline.

OCC: Force MunkeE and PsypleJester just CHILL OUT. Like Reaper 322 said. One of the RULES OF COMMON SENSE IS DONT INSULT EACH-OTHER OUT OF CHARACTER. Just do what Reaper said, you all laughed, then LONG JON CAME IN AND STARTED TELLING YOU GUYS TO STEAL STUFF. Easy enough.

IC
Long Jon continued to sit at the bar counter and spotted a crate of beer and other beverages that suited him. He walked around the counter and grabbed the crate, quickly opening a Whiskey, to numb the pain of his wound...

OOC: I strongly Agree. POSTING TIME!

IC: Kane sprung to his feet, now ignoring the gash on his finger. He started to shovel random crap into his bag, but leaving a bottle of whiskey out. When he finished shoveling things into his bag, he took inventory. He muttered everything he had in his bag and reached over to the whiskey he had left out. Kane used his teeth to uncork the bottle. He offered it to Snake who gladly obliged to a drink, took a glass and poured himself some liquor. Kane then offered some to Niky, and waited for her to either push the bottle away or drink some of it.

OCC: Sorry Mr. Strange but I can't sit there and laugh after getting hit in the sack with a flashbang. So lets just HOPE that the other person agrees to this and none of it happened.
"OOC: Cry about it. A flash bang to the crotch wouldn't kill ya anyway." (Sorry if this seems aggressive I miss-interpreted the post)
I'm sorry what kind of super human are you that it wouldn't kill you or knock you out and even if it did knock you out the fall down the stars might kill you? It would probably pop one of your testicals if it is fired from point blank range and had enough force to throw me down some [censored] stairs.

IC: Snake gladly downs the liquor and says "...Thanks..." and walks toward Long Jon not looting anything and asks "...What do we kill now....?"

OOC: Cry about it. A flash bang to the crotch wouldn't kill ya anyway.


Barry ran through the store, grabbing anything of use, handguns, food, clothes and shoved it into a Duffel Bag. He ran and grabbed some liquor before everyone else got some. He sat down near the others and began to take a few small sips, then went to Jon to check the gunshot..

"How's that shot holding up? " He said, while looking at the bandage. "The bleeding looks like it stopped for now" "You should be able to run and gun, but if the dressing pops, tell me, don't need ya bleedin out on us"...

(OCC: I belive I shall say that the last* grenade was a buckshot, My char would not use a HE to kill 2 regulators... However buckshot would cause alot of shrapnel... )
*The one Reaper322 had me shoot in his post.

Niky, could not help it... She fell to the floor in fits of laughter...
"You idiot... hahah what were you thinking?" She picked herself up and walked accross to Kane who was sat at the top of the stairs holding his fingers and covered in the blood of the regulators that had been ripped to shreds by the buckshot grenade and also the one he had diced as he stood infront of him...
"Awww honey, I kiss it better? What were you ..."







She offered Kane a hand to help him up, even though he did not need it he took it anyway, and as he did she kissed him on the cheek...
"Im sorry Kane, but running in like that on three regulators was silly, if I hadnt let off my buckshot they would have done much worse to you..."

The battle was drawing to a dull roar now, It seemed that Kane and Niky had hit one of the most densly populated buildings and the rest of the regulators had been either on roof tops or outside...
As Kane and Niky wandered down stairs covered in dead bodys and with a huge hole in the wall where the grenade and buckshot had hit they realised they were not in a house, but actualy in a bar.

They entered the downstairs to find both Snake and the boss already in the bar

"Looks like your gonna get that drink" She headed behind the bar and grabbed a bottle of whiskey.




She picks up the bottle after they had both filled thier glasses and pours it over his bleeding fingers...
"When Snake has recovered you should ask him to look at that for you, dont want to lose any fingers..." She smiles as he winces in pain as the alchohol stings his open wounds...
"Hehe, sure it was battle rage and you werent just trying to show off?"

"I know what its like to have crushes on people but I also no what men are after in this [censored] hole of a world..." She walks across to the bar and graps another bottle of whiskey and a bar towel to wrap his hand...
"Im not a floosie and im not gonna be anymore than your friend just because you keep trying to show off, but if its any consolation... I like men who can keep up with me, and you almost did today..."

They both knew Kane was equal match for her, but she had been around longer and she was much more cautious when it came to fighting, so she always had less injuries...












OOC :CORRECT TIMELINE*
Snake never went upstairs we met him downstairs already drinking... Is that ok?

Ben noticed most of the action had died down. We must be close to finishing this. I wonder if we are going to kill everyone? He took out a couple more random people with his R700 and reloaded. Man I'm almost outta bullets. I should try to find some more at the armory when we get back to camp. Or... Ben had an idea, he grabbed the radio form his backpack and tuned it back into Long Jon's station. "Long Jon, tell me what's going on down there. And while you at it, see if you can get someone to gather up some some bullets for me. I'm running low. Maybe you guys should loot the local armory in White Swan. Just for supplies." he put the radio on a metal ledge and waited for an answer. Man it's cold this high up, how much longer is this gonna take?

The radio sparked to life and the sniper on the hill began to moan about low on ammo, by this time the people in the bar... Niki, Snake, Kane and Long Jon had already had a skin full of booze not even thinking about fighting anymore...

"So Snakey.. Wakey... Jakey.... Cakey...." Niky giggled talking bollox as she swigged from the third bottle of Whiskey she had looted.
"How do you know Kaney... Maney... Fmaney... Bleedy...."

"Your a medic right? You can fix his finger???" She sits down as not to fall over leaning on her sword...
"I heard from Kane you like swords tooo, mines bigger than yours..." She holds it up and as she does he loses ballance and falls off the stool...

OCC: Please note that my guys weapons are concealed...

IC: Snake looks at the VERY drunk Niky "Well..... we met in high school.... if I remember right it was hockey.... we used to be best of friends.... and no I am not a medic..." Snake doesn't finish the sentence because she fell off the stool and although he can keep it together semi-well at the best of times he couldn't handle her falling off the chair he just fell over laughing.

Kane rolled his eyes at both of the silly people rolling in their own tears. Kane was a bit woozy himself, but had really only drank about a bottle of the stuff. He leaned over Niky. "You gunna be okay?" He didn't wait for an answer. Instead he took Niky's sword off her back so she wouldent hurt herself rolling on it and hobbled over to Snake. "Need a hand up?" Damnmit.

Snake who is usually composed and quiet around people he doesn't know was a little embaressed and without taking his hand quickly got up and grabbed the bar for support. "Errr...." Snake pulled the unconscious looking Niky over towards a dead body and put it under her head to act as a pillow and looked at Kane, "Interesting girl there Kane, so when am I going to be 'Uncle' Snake?"

"Aigh, give me back my damn sword..." Sence cracked back to Niky, bolting to sit upright, although she realised she lie back down again before she would throw up.
"Please, give it back... It means alot to me."

Her Polish accent was kicking in again after her drunken slurring.

"An thank you, you offer to pick up the man laughing at me... Yet only steal my sword after I fall over." She breaks back into giggles and shouts to Snake
"Hahaha some gentleman he is... Unless he cracks up you will not even be uncle to baby deathclaw...."

"Oh shut it Snake. Its bad enough that she drunk as hell." Kane wondered about what he had said. Was it a bad thing? It didn't matter to him now. He just wanted to get home safe, and his finger stitched up and fighting standards. He wanted blood. After Niky had spoken, he picked her sword out from its position on the floor. "Right. Sorry. I just don't usually help up people that are too drunk to sit up." Kane plunked the tip of the blade into the wood. He walked out of the pub and started looking for some poor bastard to kill. He found a poor man laying on the ground with a piece of metal sticking out of his leg. Kane walked over and removed the metal.

"Oh thank you boy! That shard pained me from when it hit me until now." The second the man finished his sentence, Kane plunged the metal into the opposite leg.

"Merry Christmas." Kane said calmly, walking away.

Snake looks down at Niky and laughs "Heh... be cautious... he has a way of surprising people... now get up.... you and me are gonna have a little contest.... see who can kill more.... you win and I buy the drinks, I win..." Snake notices that Kane isn't in the room so he grins and says "... Kane buys the drinks.... deal?" Snake sits down to wait for an answer.

Niky picker her head off of the dead mans chest and puts out her hand...
"Ough... Pick me up so I can be sick..." Snake being the gentleman he was helped her up... and she threw up over the bar...
"I bed I could kill more than you drunk..."

She reholstered her sword on her back, refilled the used cylinders with another HE and Buckshot grenade.

"The majority of the Regulators came from this building and one further in town, my bet is its either a brothel or a ammo dump..." She smiles at Snake...
"What you hoping for?"

She attempts to walk towards the doorand and make a smooth exit but in her condition she trips on the way and almost falls through the door...

Snakes laughs and being taller than most his long strides takes him well in the lead of her, he turns his head and says "Are you coming or not...?" remembering her question he says "Oh, and in reply to your question.... neither... I would prefer a coffee shop... I'm a little bored and in need of a pick me up..." Snake breaks out into a what you could call a 'Drunken Sprint' into town.

Niky leaves after Snake, exiting the pub she looks around...
The bright light burns her eyes and she feels groggy; throwing up again she begins to jog after Snake towards the centre of the town.
The dead guys that had been kicked and blown out of the window lay outside the door and the raiders had began to group up, combing the dead and searching the houses.
One of the new recruits also heading in the same direction as Niky and Snake laughs as she stumbles along; although the older members had been wiser than to mock her, this boy chose not to follow suit.

"Oi, Boey... You laugh at me?" She stumbles over to him, so drunk she doesnt even stop and instead falls into him both of them falling over...
"Boe...." She cuts herself short throwing up in the young lads face as she lies ontop of him...


(OCC: Im off to bed night.)

OCC: This is my last post for the night.

Long Jon picks up the walkie talkie, and places it towards his mouth. The walkie talkie crackles to life as Long Jon begins to speak.

"We'll get some ammo, dont worry. I've got everything covered. Why dont you come on down and come have a drink with us!" Long jon says as he lays the walkie talkie back on the counter.

"Will you a**holes quit drinking my Booze and get looting the rest of the town, like everyone else!" Long Jon says looking at them with his piercing look again. "I'm not going to have to kill you am I?" Long Jon takes another swig from his whiskey bottle, and picks up the stool next to him and throws it at the group.

"GET THE HELL OUT!" Long Jon orders...

OCC: We were already gone? And good night (Tim Hortons = Starbucks but better )

IC: Laugh and sprints towards what seems to be the remnants of a Tim Hortons ".... Yummmmmm..........." Snake continues to laugh as Niky throws up on a kid and he keeps running and bursts into the Tim Hortons only to find out that it is a starbucks ".... Damn starbucks...." there is only one person in the starbucks and it is a cashier he asks "C-c-can I t-take your o-o-order?" Snake reply's ".... Yeah.... a [censored] Tim Hortons....." Snake proceeds to jump the counter and stab him several times twice in the ribs, one in each eye, 3 times in the throat and 17 times in the gut/legs.

"Will do sir. I'll be down in a second." as Ben said this he noticed, through his scope, the girl known as Niky throwing up on someone. Heh, looks like someone can't control themself. Ben climbed down from the radio tower and made his way into town. Everywhere he looked he saw blood and gore. Some of the raiders will still taking enjoyment in killing the innocents. I was never one for all the torturing and all that. I've never really tooken so much joy in another one's death as much as these guys. Ben approached the bar Long Jon was at and busted open the door. He threw his backpack into one corner of the room and sat down and poured himself some whiskey. "Finally, my ass was starting to get cold and I was freezing my nutsack up there." he looked at Long Jon who obviously had a buzz. "So we almost done or what Jon?"