OOC:
In Game Name: Iron_Shock
Age:
Gender: Male
Timezone: Mountain Standard Time (US)
Have you played any Fallout games? Which one(s): I have played both Fallout 3 and Fallout: New Vegas. For both games I have acquired all the DLC pertaining to those games.
Why do you want to play on this server?: I would like to explore other role-playing servers that I have not had an opportunity to be a part of. All other servers that have sparked my interests fall apart before completion, or are not as good as they claimed to be.
Did you read the rules?: Yes, indeed I have.
Have you read the lore?: I have, and I quite enjoy it.
IC:
Name: “Father” Maxwell Edison
Age: 40
Gender: Male
Character's signifying traits and attributes: Maxwell wears a black, dusty clergyman outfit. His hair is brown, and is slicked back against his head. He has long, bushy sideburns that extend down to his cheeks. He wears a worn iron cross on his neck, complete with a beaded string. His hands are worn, scarred and rough, and is eyes, while aged, are still sharp and observant. He walks with a slight limp, but is determined in his manner nonetheless.
S.P.E.C.I.A.L.:
(Just like in the game, you have 40 points to add to whoever categories you choose):
Strength- 4
Perception- 9
Endurance- 4
Charisma- 7
Intelligence- 6
Agility- 4
Luck- 6
RP Scenario: (Use the scenario written below)
Time: 3:18 P.M.
Location: 27 miles South of Columbus.
As you're walking north along a desolate highway to a few hundred meters ahead you can see 2 large black birds circling in the sky, to the east a few miles off large thunderheads can be seen. Hopeful to avoid the storm you begin to walk a bit more briskly scanning your area to find shelter from the rain. You observe a small light grey smoke plume coming from the median of the highway only a couple hundred meters away. Before approaching the scene you take a quick look in your bag (below is a list of your items). As you approach the scene you can see that it is a Summit Trading Company Caravan that has been hit, the merchant lies dead near a slaughtered Brahman blood covers his clothing and a box of items is scattered near him. Of the two guards, one lies near a jersey barrier; empty shell casings from the cowboy repeater are scattered around the body. The other guard is struggling to pull himself upright using the one of the carts wheels, his leg has been blown off below the shin and is now nothing but a bloody mix of singed skin and asphalt.
Bag contents:
1x 10mm Pistol
7x 10mm Pistol rounds
1x bottle of dirty water
2x mentants
1x salisbury steak
1x Squirrel on a stick
1x small radio (working)
1x stimpak
1x Half-used first aid kit (missing supplies)
What do you do?:
*Maxwell Hobbles quickly over to the scene laid out before him. His eyes ever shifting and his hands poised to fire his silver 10-mm*
Wounded Man: Oh…oh god, someone, anyone…..help!
Maxwell: “Hello there son. Tell me, what happened here?”
*as Maxwell says this, he sits tautly on the ground in front of the man, ready to react should the encounter go south*
Wounded Man: There was….someone. I…I can’t even remember any…anymore..
*Maxwell lets out a sigh as the man continues to writhe in pain.*
Maxwell: “You are not being very helpful right now my son.”
Wounded Man: My…leg….oh god, do you have anything man?
*Maxwell begins to load his silver gun with a single bullet, and spins the chamber . He leaves the hammer of the gun in its place, however, and sets the gun on his knee*
Maxwell: “Proverbs chapter 14 verse 31 says that whoever oppresses a poor man insults his Maker, but he who is generous to the needy honors him. I will not suffer you to be oppressed my son”
Wounded Man: What….what the hell…do you mean….by that?
Maxwell: ”Well, everything happens for a reason. Clearly, your current situation is because you have lost sight of God, and as such, I have been tasked with getting you back on the straight and narrow path. Who am I to oppress you from God’s will?”
Wounded Man: Look, I don’t….I need…please, if you have…anything
Maxwell: “I have salvation, son. That is what you need”
*as Maxwell says this, he pulls back the hammer of the gun and aims it to the head of the wounded man*
Maxwell: “God be with you till we meet again, my son”
Wounded Man: Oh help…no…help….please….anyone!
*the man’s screams are cut short by the sound of a gunshot, as the man’s body goes limp*
Maxwell: “Lord, you are now receiving the souls of men who, to my knowledge, have done nothing to hinder thy work. However, not my will, but thine be done. I pray that you will accept the souls of these men to be judged in fairness, and receive them into thy kingdom, Amen.”
*with the prayer then finished, Maxwell retrieves a shovel from the cart, and begins digging shallow graves for the men. The process is long, and often reduces Maxwell to fits of coughing. However, this only spurs him onwards, as he finishes the job. By this time, clouds have been forming above his head, and as he places makeshift crosses over the head of the graves, the rain begins to come down.*
Maxwell: “Dear lord, I can see you have given me a sign that I must press onward, but It is my duty as thy son to finish their burial”
*as the last cross is pushed into the ground, Maxwell says a few whispered words over the graves, and looks up again. By this time, the rain is coming down heavily, and Maxwell is sopping wet. He approaches the cart, and rummages through it momentarily. He quickly finds what he was looking for, a Jet inhaler, and raises it to the sky*
Maxwell: “I thank thee lord, for this….”
*before he can finish, Maxwell is reduced to a fit of mad coughing. As he begins to cough up blood, he puts the inhaler to his mouth and breaths in deeply*
Maxwell: “As I was saying, I thank thee for this blessing, oh lord, and I recognize the sign that I should move on, presented by the moisture that you give to the earth. It is my continued prayer that you would help me to defeat the infidel, and the usurper, that I may bring down thy hammer of justice on their heads. Amen”
*as the speech is finished, Maxwell trudges on along the road, leaving the graves and the wreckage behind him*
Character biography (At LEAST 2 paragraphs):
"Wherefore, as by one man sin entered into the world, and death by sin; and so death passed upon all men, for that all have sinned...."
-Romans 5:12
Maxwell was born into a small tribe of scavengers who mantianed a stronghold within a abandoned and crumbling church. Though they had some educated people among them, hardly anyone had time to read, let alone teach others to do so. But Maxwell was specal. Given basic knowledge of words and language at a rather young age, Maxwell read the only scrap of literature available to him in the old church, an old world bible. Enticed by the stories within, Maxwell was lost on the message of love and tolerance, and instead embraced the tales of desctruction and justice held within the pages.
But Maxwell still had a shred of hope in his life. He devoted his waking hours to pleasing a young girl by the name of Joan. As their young love began to grow, so to did a strange disease within Maxwell's lungs. Though he could not have known it, Maxwell contracted a sever form of Cystic fibrosis, due to a curious combination of genetics and environmental factors.
Maxwell took this news as a sign that Joan was not in line with God's will, and so he had sinned simply by associating himself with her. In line with God's will, Maxwell crept in to her room late one night, and placing the barrel of a silver revolver on her forhead, Maxwell ended her life, and fled from the tribe, never to be seen again.
Many years of wandering later, Maxwell has survived wholly upon his own keen eyes, and whatever Jet he can find. Directed by the lord he heads north to Washington, brining down the silver hammer of the lord upon all those who would deny his will. And though his will is bloody, someone must do it.
Hello!
I do understand that this server is "closed", but I would like to ask, when will applications begin to be posted again, if at all, because I greatly like the look of this server, and would love to participate.
OOC -
IGN: Iron_Shock
First Name: Joseph
Gender: Male
Age: 15
Skype (To Stay Updated, Pm's are also acceptable): theemptychild1
Have you read the rules: Oh yes, yes I have.
Have you read the lore: Yesh, it is quite good.
RP Expierence: I have been on a multitude of various servers before, ranging from Fallout to….not Fallout. Servers like Crafthamer, Wild Wasteland, Old World Blues, Notably Republic, and others. I have also been roleplaying of line for the majority of my life, participating in such games as D&D and other tabletop based games.
Fallout Expierence: I was first greeted with Fallout New Vegas, originally, and then worked in a backwards sort of fashion. However, I greatly enjoy “most” of the Fallout games, and have invested quite a lot of time and money into them.
Define Meta Gaming: Meta Gaming is the process by which a player uses information unknown to their character, usually resulting in an unfair advantage for said player. For example, if I learned that someone was at a certain place on the map, I could not use this information to get to them unless my character could have known it by some other means.
Define Power Gaming: Power gaming is the process by which a player creates a character with undue strengths that throw the game out of alignment. For example, if I created a super-powered laser shooting sexy bear man that is also a millionaire and speaks 30 languages and could also could play a fine game of Cricket, I would be power gaming, because my character could play a good game of Cricket, and that’s just unfair.
IC -
Name: Zeno of Citium
Gender: Male
Age: Roughly Thirty (Give or take a few years)
Height: 6ft
Weight: 160 lbs
Race: Human (Caucasian)
Appearance: Zeno is fairly tall; with an average build for a man his size. He is noticeably muscular, though not in an overpowering amount. However, his most identifying features are his intense bodily scarring, and his fixated mask, and his skin. He was born an Albino, and because of this he was abused and mistreated from an early age. His led to intense scarring and bodily distortion. Scar tissue, even raw muscle and bone can be seen from some of these deep gouges. His mask which he wears resembles a muzzle, and covers his mouth and nose. It is fixated in place with tough leather bindings with gold clasps. Although Zeno could remove it, he chooses not to, as it “defines him”. Other than this, he wears a plain sackcloth vest, and simple sackcloth pants. He has shackles on his wrists, but the chains connecting them have long since been cut. His hands and feet are bare, and his head is uncovered save it be by the leather securing straps. He is completely bald as well.
Occupation: Zeno is a philosopher and a great thinker, but also strong. Because of this, he works wherever work is needed, but functions best in situations where both skills are required, such as guarding an important position, or hunting bounties. Zeno works as a Merc-of-all-trades, as of right now.
Signifying Traits: As stated above, Zeno is a deep thinker, and is a physically fit as he is mentally. He tends to use big words when talking, and often speaks to himself if nobody else is around. He takes great care to make sure that he is heard, and is quite opinionated on most matters. He is and Atheist, and is very defensive of his stance on religion.
Signifying Skills: Zeno is cunning and strong, and is able to survive just as well in the wilderness as he can in a city. He observes and is able to calculate and process information quickly and precisely.
Weaknesses: Zeno is very full of himself. Though not overly showy, he is very prideful, and is used to working alone. He isn’t much in the way of words, and is rather unskilled when it comes to normal conversation. Although he is very smart and perceptive, he is capable of making rash decisions, especially with others, and is prone to making enemies very quickly. He is not very trusting, and usually requires a bit of incentive to work for anyone, or to agree with an idea, no matter how sound it may be. Because of this, he finds it hard to make and keep good standing with people, and often makes things harder than they need to be when talking.
Fears: Zeno fears emotions that insight “unproductive” outputs. Though he can get in a heated argument, he thinks that feelings like happiness, love, and other such feelings can result in undue mistakes or miscalculations. He is perfectly fine with other feelings, like fear, anger, or pain, but tends to use these as tactics to attack and enemy with, rather than feelings that should be excited within oneself. Zeno also fears morality, though not in a way that you might expect. He fears the institution of it. Because of this, he opposes order that that is instituted in conjunction with it, and any law that does not use morality, rather than emotion, as a standpoint. Zeno sees both morality and emotions as unproductive and destructive, in some cases.
S.P.E.C.I.A.L.'s:
(40 points to distribute, maxes out on 10)
Strength- 9
Perception- 6
Endurance- 6
Charisma- 3
Intelligence- 10
Agility-4
Luck-2
RP example:
Wastelander: Wot the hell…..
(Pokes at a pile of rags, Zeno pops his head out and looks at him)
Zeno: What do you want?
Wastelander: Cah, ugly freak.
Zeno: *sighs* I do not believe you understand who you are conversing with.
Wastelander: What you doin’ out here?
Zeno: I do not understand your continual presence here. I have only just met you, and as of now all you have done to alter my mood has been to wake me from my slumber.
Wastelander: You ‘speakin pretty good, wut you do, eat books?
Zeno: My diet has nothing to do with my intellectual superiority. I think you should leave.
Wastelander: Corse, cannet eat much wif dat muzzle on.
Zeno: That’s quite enough out of you, state your business or be off.
Wastelander: Been ‘cavagin around ere. I found you in these rags, fink you was dead, so I was coming to loot yous body, see, but then you wakes up, so I says to myself, Im going to hav ta kill him now.
(The wastelander quickly draws a gun, Zeno calmly walks up to him and places his hands on the wastelanders shoulders. The wastlander lowers his gun in surprise, as Zeno quickly grabs his neck and twists it.)
Zeno: I was quite luck this time I suppose, but then again, I don’t believe in luck. Better be more careful in the future.
(Zeno sits back down in the pile of rags, and goes back to sleep.)
Biography *Must Explain Everything Else*:
Zeno was born to a small tribe of wasteland wanderers who called themselves the Citium. They really were nothing more than a few men women and children trying to find their place in the wasteland. They were “ruled” by a shaman, who controlled all of what the tribe did. Being the cautious man he was, he took careful steps to ensure only those who would follow him remained in the tribe. When Zeno was born, the shaman marked him as an outsider because of his condition, but this did not quell Zeno in the slightest. Although he was unable to receive the same learning the other children of the tribe did, he found many pre-war books in their travels, most containing or concerning that of philosophy or physics, or various other sciences. He also honed his body and mind ensuring that even though he was an outsider, he would still be strong and wise. Although he was successful in achieving this, his pride gave way to him, and because of his knowledge and strength, the other children of the tribe would often scar him with rocks or sharpened shafts of wood, no matter how hard he tried to fit in. In later years, the final blow would be struck, and after Zeno had come to attention once again, this time refuting the ideas of the shaman, the Shaman himself decided to take action.
Fixing him with a strong muzzle and iron chains, Zeno was then banished from the tribe and forced into the wilderness. Zeno had to fend for himself as he faced off against wild beasts and harsh conditions. He never forgot what the Shaman did to him, and because of it he decided that only logic and reasoning could produce a productive end. After all, it was only him in the wilderness, and no one else who helped him. After five years of wandering the wastes, he heard of a new land. Some place to start anew, and to find himself again. "Eureka, the town of Dust and Demons", they called it. It sounded to Zeno like a fresh start, and so he forged his way to California, determined to make a name for himself, and a home.
The difficulty with it is that I have slightly modified the original layout, by adding gloves and making the suit slightly darker.
Anyhow, I hope this is acceptable!
Country of residence and time zone: I currently reside in the United States, within the Mountain Time Zone.
Define role playing in your own words, do you have any past role playing experiences?: I have role-played on many other servers before, and have had four years of acting experience. More notable servers I have been on are Fallout: Old World Blues, Notably Republic, and Crafthamer.
What is your reason for applying to this server?: I need a good role-playing server to be on with an extensive community and rich lore. I took one look at the page for this one and was immediately hooked.
Have you been banned before, if so why?: Nope, and I plan to keep that number at zero.
Do you agree with our rules, how about the lore?: I agree with the rules and lore.
Will you use the server's official texture pack?: I agree to use the server’s texture pack.
Define Powergaming in your own words, example: Powergaming is the unfair usage of a character by permitting him or her powers or abilities beyond his or her normal limitations. For example, if a character was particularly stupid, it would be powergaming to permit him to suddenly understand what his opponent would do next by advanced deduction.
Define Metagaming in your own words, example: Metagaiming would be the usage of out-of-context information to benefit a particular character or bestow an unfair, non-rpg advantage. For example, If I learned IRL that a band of raiders would be stealing my stuff in game, I could not prevent them unless my character could have learned about their appearance some other way.
In Character
Character name: (Last names aren't required) Jack “The Operator”
Your character's story so far:
Jack has had a poor life so far. Being born to a poor family, Jack has had to struggle for his daily bread since day one. His older brothers where very competitive, and Jack was the smallest in his family, so he was often bullied. He quickly learned how to hide and run from danger, rather than face it. He slowly became more nimble-fingered, and could pick pockets fairly well even in his youth. However, he did get caught, and was forced to become quick in wit as well, able to attract and loose attention quickly by saying the right things. Time passed, and Jack soon became known around his small shantytown as “The Operator” because of his street smarts and knowledge of local places of interest. But just as things started to get better, Jack’s world fell apart.
After the military misfired a napalm bomb into Jack’s small town, everything he knew and loved was destroyed. His family, home, and much of his flesh was burned leaving Jack both a mentally and physically scarred man. He was left to die in the burning crater of what was once his home, and after he had recovered from his trauma, he was forced to eat the remains of the people in his town, as all other food was burned far beyond eating. It was at this time that Jack swore revenge on those in power, after believing that it was them that had reduced him to this state.
Jack ran from his home as soon as he could, and scavenged for some form of protection to cover his raw skin from the elements. After discovering an abandoned museum, and taking the WW2 Gas Mask Suit, he aspired to strike fear into other’s hearts, and spur outcry against the people who had done this to him.
Does or did your character have any companions or family?: No, they have all died.
How old is your character?: Nearing in at about 30, but his exact age is unknown.
Describe what your character looks like, any distinctive physical features?: Jack always wears his WW2 Gas Mask uniform, never taking it off, unless to eat. He is afraid of his past and previous life, and hides behind a full body suit, not letting a bit of skin show to anyone.
How does your character act?: Jack is crazy! He spouts off random bits and pieces of conversation while alone, and is almost impossible to reason with. He is, however, quite charismatic, and even though he is quite insane, his thoughts and theories are quite interesting, and he knows how to communicate to people quite effectively.
Character's occupation: Currently and Anarchist-For-Hire, performing assassinations, arsons, kidnappings, burglaries, and anti-governmental schemes for the highest bidder.
Does your character have an education? (Read or write): Yes, Jack is quite intelligent on most matters, and can read and write very well, often making references to literature and poetry one second, and spattering nonsense the next.
Any special skills that your character has, nothing unbalanced: Jack can move quietly and silently quite easily, and knows how to speak and manipulate people effectively and quickly.
Does your character hate or fear anything?: Jack is fearful of those in power, and hates those who exercise their “superiority” upon others. Though this can sometimes lead to good things, more often than not, Jack takes it too far and spoils what could have been a good oucome.
Describe an example of your character in great suffering and pain (RP, and Long):
Jack is awake.
Or is he asleep.
Jack can’t tell. All he knows is the pain, and the fire, and the smell.
Jack moves an arm. A searing flash rushes to his brain, causing him to relax again.
It is some time before he comes too. Jack would have opened his eyes, but his eyelids have been seared to the point where he could not open them if he tried. He tries to move his arm. This time he succeeds, and manages to touch his face. The skin has given way to flesh beneath, and his face does not feel like his. Another flash racks his body, and he falls into darkness again.
Suddenly, after what seems like the longest time, his lungs give way to breath. His mouth slowly opens, and his body forces itself to turn over. His eyes finally open.
Jack wanted to close them again. But he had to keep them open. He had to see what had happened. He had to see what the “law” had done. He looked to his right. There, if the bomb had not gone off, would be his parents. Their remains consisted of nothing but charred flesh and eyeless faces. They seemed to cry out in anguish to Jack. Jack reached out to touch them.
Jack fell asleep again.
When Jack awoke, he was hungry.
Anything else to add?: Ima touch u bum bum silly dingus. Oh and, Would you kindly?
SKYPE (IF YOU HAVE ONE): I'd rather not say, but If it is needed at another time, I shall tell.
BIO ABOUT YOURSELF: I love acting and role playing. I have been acting an singing for most of my life, and I value respect and good humor in people.
IN-CHARACTER:
CHARACTER NAME: Jack Dextris
AGE: 31
JOB: Hitman/Bounty Hunter. (He also enjoys philosophy and acting, though these are more of side hobbies than anything else)
BIO ABOUT CHARACTER:
Jack is crazy! He suffers from many mental illnesses, such as Bipolar Disorder, Pyromania, Obsessive Personality Disorder, Schizophrenia, Antisocial Personality Disorder, Delusional Disorder, Psychotic Disorder, Insomnia and an acute taste for human flesh. He is not totally out of control though, as he still exhibits some form of mental restraint. He chooses his victims carefully and will only kill if a person "deserves it" or its "business". He is easy to hire, but usually hard to find as he eats most of the evidence from his crimes. If provoked Jack will retaliate, but this is fairly random, even though Jack maintains a level mental state while speaking with others outside of his "work". Jack enjoys listening to classical an old music. This music can be anywhere from the 1920's to the 1950's. His favorite old time piece is "Heart and Soul" and his favorite classical number is "Ode to Joy".
Fun side note: Jack often quotes literature and songs while he "works", and has a small old-time turntable in his apartment.
In-Game Name: Iron_Shock Your current age: 14 Your preferred job: Bounty Hunter/Hitman
Your experience with roleplay? I have been a part of role playing servers for about two years. I enjoy the people and the players on most servers, and try to ad what I can here and there.
Character profile: Thin and Lanky.He wears a brown army suit and a leather gas mask passed down to him from his great-grandfather. Character name: Jack Dextris, or better known by his Alias, The Merchant of Madness.
Character personality? Jack is crazy! He suffers from many mental illnesses, such asBipolar Disorder, Pyromania, Obsessive Personality Disorder, Schizophrenia, Antisocial Personality Disorder, Delusional Disorder, Psychotic Disorder, Insomnia and an acute taste for human flesh. Jack enjoys listening to classical an old music. This music can be anywhere from the 1920's to the 1950's. His favorite piece is "Heart and Soul" and his favorite classical number is "Ode to Joy".
Character's age? 31
A autobiography of the character: Jack was once an entertainer, famous for his rendition of "The Merchant of Venice". After a fire destroyed the local playhouse, and killed Jack's love interest, Rose, he left his small town to respond to offers given to by Broadway. He performed there for quite some time, until another fire burned down the theater. Suffering from extreme scarring and multiple mental diseases, he went on a small killing spree, killing 3 innocents and 2 investigation officers. He was caught eating one of his victims after local police issued a warrant for his arrest. Despite having good lawyers and pleading insanity, he was still admitted to the local jail, and served 14 years for his crimes. His lawyers final won his release, but Jack was required to move to another city.
How did your character get here? (You may not have more than $200, and a house). Jack was relocated to Hymburg City! (Larger font means more emphasis). He was relocated to a small house and given a guard to watch over him. After making short work of the guard and devouring the remains, Jack waits for work. Work he hopes will come soon.
Minecraft Name: Iron_Shock · Real life age: 14 · How you found this post: I am in need of an active mine-craft server, so I Googled for one, and this came up! · IC Name: Jack Dextris · IC Age: 31 · Gender: Male · Ambitions: Jack has always had the deep desire to become a professional actor, but certain "things" keep him from doing this. · Personality: Jack is crazy! He suffers from a multitude of mental diseases including,Bipolar Disorder, Pyromania, Obsessive Personality Disorder, Schizophrenia, Antisocial Personality Disorder, Delusional Disorder, Psychotic Disorder, Insomnia and an acute taste for human flesh. He enjoys listening to classical an old music. This music can be anywhere from the 1920's to the 1950's. His favorite piece is "Heart and Soul" and his favorite classical number is "Ode to Joy". · Preferred Job: Hitman/Bounty Hunter, Pickpocket, Murderer, Actor, Philosopher. · Biography:
"His time is up."
"What? How is that possible?"
The warden shook his head in disbelief. This guy was a Psycho! He had read the man's case file, an had seen what he had done. "Read me this guys M.O. again." The Prison's medical examiner drew a small paper from his knapsack, and began to read. "His name is Jack Dextris, or The Merchant of Madness, per his alias He was once an actor in the army reserve. He served his country proudly until he got lost off the grid with his men. We found him later with a high amount of facial scarring and the many mental diseases he has today. Because of the severity of the trauma, he was admitted to a mental institution for a year, until we thought he was ready to return to civilization. He then proceeded to murder 3 innocents and 2 investigation officers. We finally caught him in the act, and arrested him. He pleaded insane, so we admitted him here." The prison medical examiner put the paper down. "He has shown no sign of the mental disorders, and has been a model inmate. His lawyer demands his release from prison."
The warden shook his head in disgust. "Where do we send him?" "That's the best part sir" The medical examiner said. "We don't have to send him home. We simply put him somewhere else. We send him to Sherlock City. If he tries to leave, we will know. All we have to do is introduce him to society there."
The warden nodded his head and sighed. "I suppose it will do, have his belongings sent to his apartment in the city. Oh, and send a guard with him too."
(In Sherlock City)
Jack breathed in deeply. It was his first day of freedom. Now, to get down to business. He was in a room, his three belongings set on the table. He looked around him, just as the guard was about to leave. "You behave Jack, said the guard" Jack smiled back "When do I ever?" The guard looked at him curiously, as Jack responded with "I am so sorry, but I am quite hungry." Jack drew a penknife from his pocket and proceeded to gouge the guard. When the work was finished, he made short work of the body.
Jack began cooking up the stew. It had been so long since he smelled that smell, that glorious smell. A finger bobbed to the surface and spun around in the bowl till it pointed in his direction. "Now don't accuse me like that" said Jack "I was hungry, and you were there!" He proceeded to push the finger back in the bowl, as he believed that food should not accuse you when you try to eat it.
He then poured himself a bowl. It was warm and creamy. He placed a record on the small turntable, one of the three of his belongings. The other two were laid on the table. On was an old war officer's uniform. Jack eased into this. The other was a gas mask. This was handed down from his great grandfather all the way down to him. The leather felt cool on his skin as he eased into it. With the dressing finished, he began to turn the record. The music filled the air as Jack sat down.
Now he waited. Email: [email protected]
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IGN: Iron_Shock
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In Game Name: Iron_Shock
Age:
Gender: Male
Timezone: Mountain Standard Time (US)
Have you played any Fallout games? Which one(s): I have played both Fallout 3 and Fallout: New Vegas. For both games I have acquired all the DLC pertaining to those games.
Why do you want to play on this server?: I would like to explore other role-playing servers that I have not had an opportunity to be a part of. All other servers that have sparked my interests fall apart before completion, or are not as good as they claimed to be.
Did you read the rules?: Yes, indeed I have.
Have you read the lore?: I have, and I quite enjoy it.
IC:
Name: “Father” Maxwell Edison
Age: 40
Gender: Male
Character's signifying traits and attributes: Maxwell wears a black, dusty clergyman outfit. His hair is brown, and is slicked back against his head. He has long, bushy sideburns that extend down to his cheeks. He wears a worn iron cross on his neck, complete with a beaded string. His hands are worn, scarred and rough, and is eyes, while aged, are still sharp and observant. He walks with a slight limp, but is determined in his manner nonetheless.
S.P.E.C.I.A.L.:
(Just like in the game, you have 40 points to add to whoever categories you choose):
Strength- 4
Perception- 9
Endurance- 4
Charisma- 7
Intelligence- 6
Agility- 4
Luck- 6
RP Scenario: (Use the scenario written below)
Time: 3:18 P.M.
Location: 27 miles South of Columbus.
As you're walking north along a desolate highway to a few hundred meters ahead you can see 2 large black birds circling in the sky, to the east a few miles off large thunderheads can be seen. Hopeful to avoid the storm you begin to walk a bit more briskly scanning your area to find shelter from the rain. You observe a small light grey smoke plume coming from the median of the highway only a couple hundred meters away. Before approaching the scene you take a quick look in your bag (below is a list of your items). As you approach the scene you can see that it is a Summit Trading Company Caravan that has been hit, the merchant lies dead near a slaughtered Brahman blood covers his clothing and a box of items is scattered near him. Of the two guards, one lies near a jersey barrier; empty shell casings from the cowboy repeater are scattered around the body. The other guard is struggling to pull himself upright using the one of the carts wheels, his leg has been blown off below the shin and is now nothing but a bloody mix of singed skin and asphalt.
Bag contents:
1x 10mm Pistol
7x 10mm Pistol rounds
1x bottle of dirty water
2x mentants
1x salisbury steak
1x Squirrel on a stick
1x small radio (working)
1x stimpak
1x Half-used first aid kit (missing supplies)
What do you do?:
*Maxwell Hobbles quickly over to the scene laid out before him. His eyes ever shifting and his hands poised to fire his silver 10-mm*
Wounded Man: Oh…oh god, someone, anyone…..help!
Maxwell: “Hello there son. Tell me, what happened here?”
*as Maxwell says this, he sits tautly on the ground in front of the man, ready to react should the encounter go south*
Wounded Man: There was….someone. I…I can’t even remember any…anymore..
*Maxwell lets out a sigh as the man continues to writhe in pain.*
Maxwell: “You are not being very helpful right now my son.”
Wounded Man: My…leg….oh god, do you have anything man?
*Maxwell begins to load his silver gun with a single bullet, and spins the chamber . He leaves the hammer of the gun in its place, however, and sets the gun on his knee*
Maxwell: “Proverbs chapter 14 verse 31 says that whoever oppresses a poor man insults his Maker, but he who is generous to the needy honors him. I will not suffer you to be oppressed my son”
Wounded Man: What….what the hell…do you mean….by that?
Maxwell: ”Well, everything happens for a reason. Clearly, your current situation is because you have lost sight of God, and as such, I have been tasked with getting you back on the straight and narrow path. Who am I to oppress you from God’s will?”
Wounded Man: Look, I don’t….I need…please, if you have…anything
Maxwell: “I have salvation, son. That is what you need”
*as Maxwell says this, he pulls back the hammer of the gun and aims it to the head of the wounded man*
Maxwell: “God be with you till we meet again, my son”
Wounded Man: Oh help…no…help….please….anyone!
*the man’s screams are cut short by the sound of a gunshot, as the man’s body goes limp*
Maxwell: “Lord, you are now receiving the souls of men who, to my knowledge, have done nothing to hinder thy work. However, not my will, but thine be done. I pray that you will accept the souls of these men to be judged in fairness, and receive them into thy kingdom, Amen.”
*with the prayer then finished, Maxwell retrieves a shovel from the cart, and begins digging shallow graves for the men. The process is long, and often reduces Maxwell to fits of coughing. However, this only spurs him onwards, as he finishes the job. By this time, clouds have been forming above his head, and as he places makeshift crosses over the head of the graves, the rain begins to come down.*
Maxwell: “Dear lord, I can see you have given me a sign that I must press onward, but It is my duty as thy son to finish their burial”
*as the last cross is pushed into the ground, Maxwell says a few whispered words over the graves, and looks up again. By this time, the rain is coming down heavily, and Maxwell is sopping wet. He approaches the cart, and rummages through it momentarily. He quickly finds what he was looking for, a Jet inhaler, and raises it to the sky*
Maxwell: “I thank thee lord, for this….”
*before he can finish, Maxwell is reduced to a fit of mad coughing. As he begins to cough up blood, he puts the inhaler to his mouth and breaths in deeply*
Maxwell: “As I was saying, I thank thee for this blessing, oh lord, and I recognize the sign that I should move on, presented by the moisture that you give to the earth. It is my continued prayer that you would help me to defeat the infidel, and the usurper, that I may bring down thy hammer of justice on their heads. Amen”
*as the speech is finished, Maxwell trudges on along the road, leaving the graves and the wreckage behind him*
Character biography (At LEAST 2 paragraphs):
"Wherefore, as by one man sin entered into the world, and death by sin; and so death passed upon all men, for that all have sinned...."
-Romans 5:12
Maxwell was born into a small tribe of scavengers who mantianed a stronghold within a abandoned and crumbling church. Though they had some educated people among them, hardly anyone had time to read, let alone teach others to do so. But Maxwell was specal. Given basic knowledge of words and language at a rather young age, Maxwell read the only scrap of literature available to him in the old church, an old world bible. Enticed by the stories within, Maxwell was lost on the message of love and tolerance, and instead embraced the tales of desctruction and justice held within the pages.
But Maxwell still had a shred of hope in his life. He devoted his waking hours to pleasing a young girl by the name of Joan. As their young love began to grow, so to did a strange disease within Maxwell's lungs. Though he could not have known it, Maxwell contracted a sever form of Cystic fibrosis, due to a curious combination of genetics and environmental factors.
Maxwell took this news as a sign that Joan was not in line with God's will, and so he had sinned simply by associating himself with her. In line with God's will, Maxwell crept in to her room late one night, and placing the barrel of a silver revolver on her forhead, Maxwell ended her life, and fled from the tribe, never to be seen again.
Many years of wandering later, Maxwell has survived wholly upon his own keen eyes, and whatever Jet he can find. Directed by the lord he heads north to Washington, brining down the silver hammer of the lord upon all those who would deny his will. And though his will is bloody, someone must do it.
After all,
The ends always justify the means.
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I do understand that this server is "closed", but I would like to ask, when will applications begin to be posted again, if at all, because I greatly like the look of this server, and would love to participate.
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IGN: Iron_Shock
First Name: Joseph
Gender: Male
Age: 15
Skype (To Stay Updated, Pm's are also acceptable): theemptychild1
Have you read the rules: Oh yes, yes I have.
Have you read the lore: Yesh, it is quite good.
RP Expierence: I have been on a multitude of various servers before, ranging from Fallout to….not Fallout. Servers like Crafthamer, Wild Wasteland, Old World Blues, Notably Republic, and others. I have also been roleplaying of line for the majority of my life, participating in such games as D&D and other tabletop based games.
Fallout Expierence: I was first greeted with Fallout New Vegas, originally, and then worked in a backwards sort of fashion. However, I greatly enjoy “most” of the Fallout games, and have invested quite a lot of time and money into them.
Define Meta Gaming: Meta Gaming is the process by which a player uses information unknown to their character, usually resulting in an unfair advantage for said player. For example, if I learned that someone was at a certain place on the map, I could not use this information to get to them unless my character could have known it by some other means.
Define Power Gaming: Power gaming is the process by which a player creates a character with undue strengths that throw the game out of alignment. For example, if I created a super-powered laser shooting sexy bear man that is also a millionaire and speaks 30 languages and could also could play a fine game of Cricket, I would be power gaming, because my character could play a good game of Cricket, and that’s just unfair.
IC -
Name: Zeno of Citium
Gender: Male
Age: Roughly Thirty (Give or take a few years)
Height: 6ft
Weight: 160 lbs
Race: Human (Caucasian)
Appearance: Zeno is fairly tall; with an average build for a man his size. He is noticeably muscular, though not in an overpowering amount. However, his most identifying features are his intense bodily scarring, and his fixated mask, and his skin. He was born an Albino, and because of this he was abused and mistreated from an early age. His led to intense scarring and bodily distortion. Scar tissue, even raw muscle and bone can be seen from some of these deep gouges. His mask which he wears resembles a muzzle, and covers his mouth and nose. It is fixated in place with tough leather bindings with gold clasps. Although Zeno could remove it, he chooses not to, as it “defines him”. Other than this, he wears a plain sackcloth vest, and simple sackcloth pants. He has shackles on his wrists, but the chains connecting them have long since been cut. His hands and feet are bare, and his head is uncovered save it be by the leather securing straps. He is completely bald as well.
Occupation: Zeno is a philosopher and a great thinker, but also strong. Because of this, he works wherever work is needed, but functions best in situations where both skills are required, such as guarding an important position, or hunting bounties. Zeno works as a Merc-of-all-trades, as of right now.
Signifying Traits: As stated above, Zeno is a deep thinker, and is a physically fit as he is mentally. He tends to use big words when talking, and often speaks to himself if nobody else is around. He takes great care to make sure that he is heard, and is quite opinionated on most matters. He is and Atheist, and is very defensive of his stance on religion.
Signifying Skills: Zeno is cunning and strong, and is able to survive just as well in the wilderness as he can in a city. He observes and is able to calculate and process information quickly and precisely.
Weaknesses: Zeno is very full of himself. Though not overly showy, he is very prideful, and is used to working alone. He isn’t much in the way of words, and is rather unskilled when it comes to normal conversation. Although he is very smart and perceptive, he is capable of making rash decisions, especially with others, and is prone to making enemies very quickly. He is not very trusting, and usually requires a bit of incentive to work for anyone, or to agree with an idea, no matter how sound it may be. Because of this, he finds it hard to make and keep good standing with people, and often makes things harder than they need to be when talking.
Fears: Zeno fears emotions that insight “unproductive” outputs. Though he can get in a heated argument, he thinks that feelings like happiness, love, and other such feelings can result in undue mistakes or miscalculations. He is perfectly fine with other feelings, like fear, anger, or pain, but tends to use these as tactics to attack and enemy with, rather than feelings that should be excited within oneself. Zeno also fears morality, though not in a way that you might expect. He fears the institution of it. Because of this, he opposes order that that is instituted in conjunction with it, and any law that does not use morality, rather than emotion, as a standpoint. Zeno sees both morality and emotions as unproductive and destructive, in some cases.
S.P.E.C.I.A.L.'s:
(40 points to distribute, maxes out on 10)
Strength- 9
Perception- 6
Endurance- 6
Charisma- 3
Intelligence- 10
Agility-4
Luck-2
RP example:
Wastelander: Wot the hell…..
(Pokes at a pile of rags, Zeno pops his head out and looks at him)
Zeno: What do you want?
Wastelander: Cah, ugly freak.
Zeno: *sighs* I do not believe you understand who you are conversing with.
Wastelander: What you doin’ out here?
Zeno: I do not understand your continual presence here. I have only just met you, and as of now all you have done to alter my mood has been to wake me from my slumber.
Wastelander: You ‘speakin pretty good, wut you do, eat books?
Zeno: My diet has nothing to do with my intellectual superiority. I think you should leave.
Wastelander: Corse, cannet eat much wif dat muzzle on.
Zeno: That’s quite enough out of you, state your business or be off.
Wastelander: Been ‘cavagin around ere. I found you in these rags, fink you was dead, so I was coming to loot yous body, see, but then you wakes up, so I says to myself, Im going to hav ta kill him now.
(The wastelander quickly draws a gun, Zeno calmly walks up to him and places his hands on the wastelanders shoulders. The wastlander lowers his gun in surprise, as Zeno quickly grabs his neck and twists it.)
Zeno: I was quite luck this time I suppose, but then again, I don’t believe in luck. Better be more careful in the future.
(Zeno sits back down in the pile of rags, and goes back to sleep.)
Biography *Must Explain Everything Else*:
Zeno was born to a small tribe of wasteland wanderers who called themselves the Citium. They really were nothing more than a few men women and children trying to find their place in the wasteland. They were “ruled” by a shaman, who controlled all of what the tribe did. Being the cautious man he was, he took careful steps to ensure only those who would follow him remained in the tribe. When Zeno was born, the shaman marked him as an outsider because of his condition, but this did not quell Zeno in the slightest. Although he was unable to receive the same learning the other children of the tribe did, he found many pre-war books in their travels, most containing or concerning that of philosophy or physics, or various other sciences. He also honed his body and mind ensuring that even though he was an outsider, he would still be strong and wise. Although he was successful in achieving this, his pride gave way to him, and because of his knowledge and strength, the other children of the tribe would often scar him with rocks or sharpened shafts of wood, no matter how hard he tried to fit in. In later years, the final blow would be struck, and after Zeno had come to attention once again, this time refuting the ideas of the shaman, the Shaman himself decided to take action.
Fixing him with a strong muzzle and iron chains, Zeno was then banished from the tribe and forced into the wilderness. Zeno had to fend for himself as he faced off against wild beasts and harsh conditions. He never forgot what the Shaman did to him, and because of it he decided that only logic and reasoning could produce a productive end. After all, it was only him in the wilderness, and no one else who helped him. After five years of wandering the wastes, he heard of a new land. Some place to start anew, and to find himself again. "Eureka, the town of Dust and Demons", they called it. It sounded to Zeno like a fresh start, and so he forged his way to California, determined to make a name for himself, and a home.
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I seeeee youuuuu
And Imma get on teh server.
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So here is my skin, hope you like it.
The difficulty with it is that I have slightly modified the original layout, by adding gloves and making the suit slightly darker.
Anyhow, I hope this is acceptable!
Sorry for taking so long to respond.
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Oh snap. I completely forgot to add that.
Thanks for pointing that out.
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Minecraft account name: Iron_Shock
Country of residence and time zone: I currently reside in the United States, within the Mountain Time Zone.
Define role playing in your own words, do you have any past role playing experiences?: I have role-played on many other servers before, and have had four years of acting experience. More notable servers I have been on are Fallout: Old World Blues, Notably Republic, and Crafthamer.
What is your reason for applying to this server?: I need a good role-playing server to be on with an extensive community and rich lore. I took one look at the page for this one and was immediately hooked.
Have you been banned before, if so why?: Nope, and I plan to keep that number at zero.
Do you agree with our rules, how about the lore?: I agree with the rules and lore.
Will you use the server's official texture pack?: I agree to use the server’s texture pack.
Define Powergaming in your own words, example: Powergaming is the unfair usage of a character by permitting him or her powers or abilities beyond his or her normal limitations. For example, if a character was particularly stupid, it would be powergaming to permit him to suddenly understand what his opponent would do next by advanced deduction.
Define Metagaming in your own words, example: Metagaiming would be the usage of out-of-context information to benefit a particular character or bestow an unfair, non-rpg advantage. For example, If I learned IRL that a band of raiders would be stealing my stuff in game, I could not prevent them unless my character could have learned about their appearance some other way.
In Character
Character name: (Last names aren't required) Jack “The Operator”
Your character's story so far:
Jack has had a poor life so far. Being born to a poor family, Jack has had to struggle for his daily bread since day one. His older brothers where very competitive, and Jack was the smallest in his family, so he was often bullied. He quickly learned how to hide and run from danger, rather than face it. He slowly became more nimble-fingered, and could pick pockets fairly well even in his youth. However, he did get caught, and was forced to become quick in wit as well, able to attract and loose attention quickly by saying the right things. Time passed, and Jack soon became known around his small shantytown as “The Operator” because of his street smarts and knowledge of local places of interest. But just as things started to get better, Jack’s world fell apart.
After the military misfired a napalm bomb into Jack’s small town, everything he knew and loved was destroyed. His family, home, and much of his flesh was burned leaving Jack both a mentally and physically scarred man. He was left to die in the burning crater of what was once his home, and after he had recovered from his trauma, he was forced to eat the remains of the people in his town, as all other food was burned far beyond eating. It was at this time that Jack swore revenge on those in power, after believing that it was them that had reduced him to this state.
Jack ran from his home as soon as he could, and scavenged for some form of protection to cover his raw skin from the elements. After discovering an abandoned museum, and taking the WW2 Gas Mask Suit, he aspired to strike fear into other’s hearts, and spur outcry against the people who had done this to him.
Does or did your character have any companions or family?: No, they have all died.
How old is your character?: Nearing in at about 30, but his exact age is unknown.
Describe what your character looks like, any distinctive physical features?: Jack always wears his WW2 Gas Mask uniform, never taking it off, unless to eat. He is afraid of his past and previous life, and hides behind a full body suit, not letting a bit of skin show to anyone.
How does your character act?: Jack is crazy! He spouts off random bits and pieces of conversation while alone, and is almost impossible to reason with. He is, however, quite charismatic, and even though he is quite insane, his thoughts and theories are quite interesting, and he knows how to communicate to people quite effectively.
Character's occupation: Currently and Anarchist-For-Hire, performing assassinations, arsons, kidnappings, burglaries, and anti-governmental schemes for the highest bidder.
Does your character have an education? (Read or write): Yes, Jack is quite intelligent on most matters, and can read and write very well, often making references to literature and poetry one second, and spattering nonsense the next.
Any special skills that your character has, nothing unbalanced: Jack can move quietly and silently quite easily, and knows how to speak and manipulate people effectively and quickly.
Does your character hate or fear anything?: Jack is fearful of those in power, and hates those who exercise their “superiority” upon others. Though this can sometimes lead to good things, more often than not, Jack takes it too far and spoils what could have been a good oucome.
Describe an example of your character in great suffering and pain (RP, and Long):
Jack is awake.
Or is he asleep.
Jack can’t tell. All he knows is the pain, and the fire, and the smell.
Jack moves an arm. A searing flash rushes to his brain, causing him to relax again.
It is some time before he comes too. Jack would have opened his eyes, but his eyelids have been seared to the point where he could not open them if he tried. He tries to move his arm. This time he succeeds, and manages to touch his face. The skin has given way to flesh beneath, and his face does not feel like his. Another flash racks his body, and he falls into darkness again.
Suddenly, after what seems like the longest time, his lungs give way to breath. His mouth slowly opens, and his body forces itself to turn over. His eyes finally open.
Jack wanted to close them again. But he had to keep them open. He had to see what had happened. He had to see what the “law” had done. He looked to his right. There, if the bomb had not gone off, would be his parents. Their remains consisted of nothing but charred flesh and eyeless faces. They seemed to cry out in anguish to Jack. Jack reached out to touch them.
Jack fell asleep again.
When Jack awoke, he was hungry.
Anything else to add?: Ima touch u bum bum silly dingus. Oh and, Would you kindly?
Provide an image of your character's skin:
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IGN: Iron_Shock
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- IGN: Iron_Shock
- NAME: Joseph
- AGE: 14
- SKYPE (IF YOU HAVE ONE): I'd rather not say, but If it is needed at another time, I shall tell.
- BIO ABOUT YOURSELF: I love acting and role playing. I have been acting an singing for most of my life, and I value respect and good humor in people.
IN-CHARACTER:Fun side note: Jack often quotes literature and songs while he "works", and has a small old-time turntable in his apartment.
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Your current age: 14
Your preferred job: Bounty Hunter/Hitman
Your experience with roleplay? I have been a part of role playing servers for about two years. I enjoy the people and the players on most servers, and try to ad what I can here and there.
Character profile: Thin and Lanky.He wears a brown army suit and a leather gas mask passed down to him from his great-grandfather.
Character name: Jack Dextris, or better known by his Alias, The Merchant of Madness.
Character personality? Jack is crazy! He suffers from many mental illnesses, such as Bipolar Disorder, Pyromania, Obsessive Personality Disorder, Schizophrenia, Antisocial Personality Disorder, Delusional Disorder, Psychotic Disorder, Insomnia and an acute taste for human flesh. Jack enjoys listening to classical an old music. This music can be anywhere from the 1920's to the 1950's. His favorite piece is "Heart and Soul" and his favorite classical number is "Ode to Joy".
Character's age? 31
A autobiography of the character: Jack was once an entertainer, famous for his rendition of "The Merchant of Venice". After a fire destroyed the local playhouse, and killed Jack's love interest, Rose, he left his small town to respond to offers given to by Broadway. He performed there for quite some time, until another fire burned down the theater. Suffering from extreme scarring and multiple mental diseases, he went on a small killing spree, killing 3 innocents and 2 investigation officers. He was caught eating one of his victims after local police issued a warrant for his arrest. Despite having good lawyers and pleading insanity, he was still admitted to the local jail, and served 14 years for his crimes. His lawyers final won his release, but Jack was required to move to another city.
How did your character get here? (You may not have more than $200, and a house). Jack was relocated to Hymburg City! (Larger font means more emphasis). He was relocated to a small house and given a guard to watch over him. After making short work of the guard and devouring the remains, Jack waits for work. Work he hopes will come soon.
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· Real life age: 14
· How you found this post: I am in need of an active mine-craft server, so I Googled for one, and this came up!
· IC Name: Jack Dextris
· IC Age: 31
· Gender: Male
· Ambitions: Jack has always had the deep desire to become a professional actor, but certain "things" keep him from doing this.
· Personality: Jack is crazy! He suffers from a multitude of mental diseases including, Bipolar Disorder, Pyromania, Obsessive Personality Disorder, Schizophrenia, Antisocial Personality Disorder, Delusional Disorder, Psychotic Disorder, Insomnia and an acute taste for human flesh. He enjoys listening to classical an old music. This music can be anywhere from the 1920's to the 1950's. His favorite piece is "Heart and Soul" and his favorite classical number is "Ode to Joy".
· Preferred Job: Hitman/Bounty Hunter, Pickpocket, Murderer, Actor, Philosopher.
· Biography:
"His time is up."
"What? How is that possible?"
The warden shook his head in disbelief. This guy was a Psycho! He had read the man's case file, an had seen what he had done. "Read me this guys M.O. again." The Prison's medical examiner drew a small paper from his knapsack, and began to read. "His name is Jack Dextris, or The Merchant of Madness, per his alias He was once an actor in the army reserve. He served his country proudly until he got lost off the grid with his men. We found him later with a high amount of facial scarring and the many mental diseases he has today. Because of the severity of the trauma, he was admitted to a mental institution for a year, until we thought he was ready to return to civilization. He then proceeded to murder 3 innocents and 2 investigation officers. We finally caught him in the act, and arrested him. He pleaded insane, so we admitted him here." The prison medical examiner put the paper down. "He has shown no sign of the mental disorders, and has been a model inmate. His lawyer demands his release from prison."
The warden shook his head in disgust. "Where do we send him?" "That's the best part sir" The medical examiner said. "We don't have to send him home. We simply put him somewhere else. We send him to Sherlock City. If he tries to leave, we will know. All we have to do is introduce him to society there."
The warden nodded his head and sighed. "I suppose it will do, have his belongings sent to his apartment in the city. Oh, and send a guard with him too."
(In Sherlock City)
Jack breathed in deeply. It was his first day of freedom. Now, to get down to business. He was in a room, his three belongings set on the table. He looked around him, just as the guard was about to leave. "You behave Jack, said the guard" Jack smiled back "When do I ever?" The guard looked at him curiously, as Jack responded with "I am so sorry, but I am quite hungry." Jack drew a penknife from his pocket and proceeded to gouge the guard. When the work was finished, he made short work of the body.
Jack began cooking up the stew. It had been so long since he smelled that smell, that glorious smell. A finger bobbed to the surface and spun around in the bowl till it pointed in his direction. "Now don't accuse me like that" said Jack "I was hungry, and you were there!" He proceeded to push the finger back in the bowl, as he believed that food should not accuse you when you try to eat it.
He then poured himself a bowl. It was warm and creamy. He placed a record on the small turntable, one of the three of his belongings. The other two were laid on the table. On was an old war officer's uniform. Jack eased into this. The other was a gas mask. This was handed down from his great grandfather all the way down to him. The leather felt cool on his skin as he eased into it. With the dressing finished, he began to turn the record. The music filled the air as Jack sat down.
Now he waited.
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