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You were a former soldier of the last war.
You'we seen it all.
The beginnings that kinda creeped on to the population of the whole world. One proxy war that led onto another, a whole decade of war abroad, the small nations just paws in the bigger game of world superpowers. But then the war started to creep closer and closer to the home borders, the flames that burned for so long in the far distance now on ones own doorstep. The threats of the superpowers turning from words to deeds...
Deeds that swept clear the face of the world with nuclear ashes and turned the sky to fire. You were there when the remains of the governments fought over what was left of their power, a global economy now reduced to fight over what little uncontaminated resources remained.
In that time a new 'leader' rose every week out of the rubble that remained and fell the moment another asshole with more guns or men shoved up. You were part of those groups, some times on the winning side, some times on the loosing one. The world has gone to shit and molded you into a part of it.
And then... The fighting just suddenly stopped one day... At a pre-war world population of 11 billion one would think that there would be no end to fighting, that there will be an infinite supply of more meat that could be thrown into the grinder. Each fight you were a part of a smaller group than before. But... One day you just kinda found yourself alone. The people you knew died off from violence... From sickness... And hunger... So much hunger....
Your stomach growls.
You sit by the road, leaning your back on twisted metal that once was a car and open your backpack.
>What do you find in it? List 5 items
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>>1346304
Bottle of water
Hunting knife
10 ft of rope
Flares
Blanket
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>>1346374
You spread the things in front of you as you think back on the last time you had a proper meal. Maybe drinking some of the water will sate your hunger for a while.
As you lean on the car you notice your reflection in the cracked side mirror of the car. Under the mud and ash that coat your face you barely recognize the person you once were. You see...
>Male, female? How old? Still in uniform? What did the time in this new world do to you?
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>>1346412
Male
23
No uniform
Time in this world has turned you into a killer. Dealing death has now become as easy as breathing.
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>>1346478
A young man, aged well beyond his young 23 years is looking back, his eyes devoid of emotion. The things he had to do to survive... They slowly chip away on the soul till but crumbs remain. His face is peppered with little scabs and scars from the years in this new reality, the skin red from the intense UV light that bombarded the world trough the day. The ozone, what little of it remained in the pre-war world was burned away with nuclear fire, leaving the world without it's protective shield.
>Rest for a while
>Try to orient yourself
>Write in
(last three digits determinate your "luck")
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>>1346559
>Try to orient yourself
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Based on your former survivalist training you know you need a water source in order to find food, a certain kind of tree bark, certain herbs, any animals left that you could trap, or if your lucky enough an actual fruit or vegetable. But with the atmosphere almost ripped to shreds, it's hard believing you could find anything like that. Wait...is that a bee hive?
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>>1347492
You stand up and look around. You're on a smaller hil overlooking the desolated landscape around you that's peppered with small shrubs and dried up grass.
In the distance to your left you see what remains of one vibrant metropolian city, the ruins of high building reaching up in the skies like a rib cage of a long dead animal.
To your right you see the desolate landscape, the trunks of a long dead forest sticking up in different, chaotic patterns for their dead roots don't provide them with any kind of support.
In front of you the road... An endless blacktop made ageless with the new technologies the modern age. It's full of twisted wrecks of metal that once were cars, now long looted and rusted almost to the point of nonrecognition. You heard a rumor from a half-crazed wanderer you met 2 days ago walking in the opposite direction of a functioning settlement of more than 100 people a weeks walk down this road.
And behind you... Ah... Fuck... Your arm still hurts from that shitstorm....
>>1347632
6+3+2=11
You look around and try to think of some kind of plant to gather or animal to hunt, but it's unusual to find any of them lurking around the backstops. Due to dehydration you hallucinate a bee hive , the hunger driving you closer and closer to the breaking point.
Maybe if you try your luck in the dead forest you might find something to sate your hunger... Or even in the ruins... Thou, the last time you went scavenging it almost didn't end well.
>You acquired - basic survivalist knowledge
>You acquired - basic hunting knowledge
>You acquired - basic herbalist knowledge
>Go to forest to do...What?
>Go to the city to do... What?
>Try to remember.... What? The wanderer, the past, your skills, your augmentation?
>Write in
(last three digits determinate your "luck" max=27 min=3 average=14 dubs/trips=special effect)
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>>1348023
0+2+3=5
You compose yourself, even thou insanity is slowly creeping into you.
Your stomach growls again.
>What do you do?
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>>1348024
0+2+4=6
Still, you hold to your sanity week as it may be.
>What do you do?
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>>1348028
*weak
(Fuck, I really need to practice my English and spell-check the shit I write )
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(Is it weird that I didn't give up on DM-ing this thing ?)
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>Before the war was declared, cautious people began stockpiling food, water and such in their houses. Those reserves might have survived the ar and they will surely help me survive whatever comes after it. (Go to the city)
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>>1355715
You put the things back in your backpack and slowly work your way past the car wreckage over the dried up shrubland. Maybe some survivors are holding up in the city, even thou you kinda doubt the're going to be friendly. But... One never knows.
After a half hour walk the buildings become clearer, the ruins not hidden by the constant wind that carries the sand and ashes that obscures your vision.
As you look up you see a tattered flag raised on one of the supporting pillars. It has an image of...
>a black 01 on a white sheet 1-5
>a red deer skull with a spear and a gun crossed underneath them 6-10
>a red fist overlapping a yellow nuclear sign 11-15
>a white, cracked cog that is overlapped by a red T on a black background 16-21
>GO AWAY! SHOOT ON SIGHT written on it 22-27
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>>1355796
(oh, and)
>Go closer
>Announce your presence
>Write in
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>Announce your presence
They might appreciate someone who can use a gun, and lets face it, a lone survivor is a dead survivor
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>>1355828
8+2+8 =18
>a white, cracked cog that is overlapped by a red T on a black background 16-21
Geat... The Turing Jihadist... Fucking great... Well, at leats you can talk with those people if you're not modified or it could end badly. You think back on Bob...Or was it Michael... Well, who cares. They saw that he had a memory implant - and a pre-war to that. The man was like a library of knowledge, recited Shakespeare when he was bored and told great stories by the campfire. But, after his "cleansing of the machine demons" he could couldn't remember the things that happened 5 min ago.
You...
>Released him from his misery, one way or the other
>Pleaded for him by the Turing jihadists
>Write in
You announce your presence, slowly nearing the rubble pile of the first building. A head pokes over and shouts to you: "Who are you? What do you want?" . You can notice a glint of a scope opposite your location in a window of a high building.
>What do you do?
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>>1355856
>You...
>>Pleaded for him by the Turing jihadists
>What do you do?
Say
>I'm looking for any other survivors around here
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>>1356390
>3+9+0=12 FAIL
You try to reason with the people in the camp that he's now defenseless and incapable to survive on his own. As you argue with the balled warrior Bob (Or was it rather Kent?) drolls onto himself as he tries to follow the conversation. The immense wisdom he has acquired trough the years with painstakingly scavenging for chips he could upload into his brain were not trapped behind a haze of confused jumbles of information without the proper interface module that they ripped out of his head.
"Why would the knights for human RIGHTS want with a bumbling idiot that worships at the altar of the machine witch mind is shaped like the ghost of a humans? He fratenised with the devil made from data, he deserves no better!"
>What do you do?
>I'm looking for any other survivors around here
"Come slowly forward with your hands raised up in the air," he screams from behind a rock. another body shoves up from the rubble holding a gun and aiming at your chest. The man slowly approaches as the other one continues "Are you augmented or pure? Did you see any of the machine devils where you came from?"
>Lie/Tell the truth
>Write in
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>>1356477
>Lie
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>>1356933
Lie about what?
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>>1356945
Lie about being augmented, clearly any we have would be unnoticeable or we would be ended up like the other guy, and tell him we've not seen any machine devils in weeks
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