Thursday, 17 March 2011
UpDate#1 New banner graphics
Getting a custom banner graphic for the blog to make it look a bit more custom and to add some edge to the place. I was thinking of making a custom a font that really set the style of this page and then rotating through about 4 different custom banners. What would you guys like to see?
Sunday, 13 March 2011
Day #3 Dying's for fools
Day #3
1:16AM
Supplies of interest:
Emergency lions bandages
Rope
Kitchen knives x 1
Molotov cocktail
The quiet man had ran full force out the front door with the crow bar, Laura followed quickly after. Quiet man repeatedly struck the runners face as it tried to claw it's way to him. Even one scratch, one drop of sweat from the creature and he was done for. Holding two knives Laura pierced the first into the back of the runner, her aim was off, her adrenaline was searing in her veins. But with the second she drove it into the creatures eye socket as the quiet man smashed the crowbar into it's throat. The two jumped away as thick tar-like ichor began to bubble and hiss from the gashes.
It was safe for the part to head upstairs after their confrontation, no time to stop to let the body settle, their might be a follow-up attack.
Currently the two sit on the roof of the building, the darkness of the streets encompasses any groans they hear in the distance, no power for the grid, means no vision. Laura turns to the quiet man, only barely visible "So, what's your story?". He exhales deeply, faces the other way. It was apparent this was going to be difficult.
As soon as sun started to peak across the horizon, the two had to move, runners can see in the day, but hide. They wait, watch, spread whispers and watch your every move.
They leave the building from the roof to the rear courts, it's time for them to explore the city, find an escape. They must build a plan to survive.
Choose their fate...
1:16AM
Supplies of interest:
Emergency lions bandages
Rope
Kitchen knives x 1
Molotov cocktail
The quiet man had ran full force out the front door with the crow bar, Laura followed quickly after. Quiet man repeatedly struck the runners face as it tried to claw it's way to him. Even one scratch, one drop of sweat from the creature and he was done for. Holding two knives Laura pierced the first into the back of the runner, her aim was off, her adrenaline was searing in her veins. But with the second she drove it into the creatures eye socket as the quiet man smashed the crowbar into it's throat. The two jumped away as thick tar-like ichor began to bubble and hiss from the gashes.
It was safe for the part to head upstairs after their confrontation, no time to stop to let the body settle, their might be a follow-up attack.
Currently the two sit on the roof of the building, the darkness of the streets encompasses any groans they hear in the distance, no power for the grid, means no vision. Laura turns to the quiet man, only barely visible "So, what's your story?". He exhales deeply, faces the other way. It was apparent this was going to be difficult.
As soon as sun started to peak across the horizon, the two had to move, runners can see in the day, but hide. They wait, watch, spread whispers and watch your every move.
They leave the building from the roof to the rear courts, it's time for them to explore the city, find an escape. They must build a plan to survive.
Choose their fate...
Saturday, 19 February 2011
Day #2 - Better than dead
Day #1 Contd.
The party decided to head straight to the bar&grill to check for supplies and try and make some molotov cocktails.They are going to need to be holstered up pretty tightly when it's night time...
Laura and the quiet man exchanged some glances over the situation with Tony, the quiet man gave an empty, but realized look, Laura felt her stomach sink, she knew what they had to do.
They approached the bar&grill, checking entrances, watching out for anything sharp protruding from the building like broken glass or nails, the virus reacts so well with open wounds....
There are no runners inside, the bar appears empty, but non the less, the stench of death is nausiating. With the quiet to silence his actions, the quiet man turns to a shivering Tony. There is no doubt, Tony is showing signs of infection: sweating, quivering, rasping. Laura watches through eyes that have seen all too much, she absorbs each impact of the wrench into Tony's skull. Again and again the quiet man goes in with a heavy blow to the skull, emotionless. Decapitated, they drag the body and head outside, no need to risk themselves.
Laura and the quiet man border up the building; they will spend the night and next day getting ready.
Day #2
10:15AM
Supplies of interest:
Emergency lions bandages
Rope
crowbar
Kitchen knives x 3
Molotov cocktail
They cautiously exit the bar, Tony's body is just a spattered mess of gibs and bone, the runners made quick work of him in the night.
Quiet man checks the entrance of the computer store, Laura taking in the rear. It seems quiet, clear, just the never ending drop on anxiety followed by the searing yelp of adrenaline.
Nothing, no information, Laura checks the terminals, no power. There is rustling outside, the party look at each other for an answer in the their expression, both are lost, anticipating the worst...A face of a young man appears at the shop window, starring at them both deeply and intently.
The party has been found by a runner, if there are more nearby it will alert them, they will not survive the confrontation. Quiet man saw an exit upstairs, it might lead to the roof, it might be a dead end. At the moment it is just them and just this one assailant, but it could mean the difference between life, death and undeath.
Choose their fate...
The party decided to head straight to the bar&grill to check for supplies and try and make some molotov cocktails.They are going to need to be holstered up pretty tightly when it's night time...
Laura and the quiet man exchanged some glances over the situation with Tony, the quiet man gave an empty, but realized look, Laura felt her stomach sink, she knew what they had to do.
They approached the bar&grill, checking entrances, watching out for anything sharp protruding from the building like broken glass or nails, the virus reacts so well with open wounds....
There are no runners inside, the bar appears empty, but non the less, the stench of death is nausiating. With the quiet to silence his actions, the quiet man turns to a shivering Tony. There is no doubt, Tony is showing signs of infection: sweating, quivering, rasping. Laura watches through eyes that have seen all too much, she absorbs each impact of the wrench into Tony's skull. Again and again the quiet man goes in with a heavy blow to the skull, emotionless. Decapitated, they drag the body and head outside, no need to risk themselves.
Laura and the quiet man border up the building; they will spend the night and next day getting ready.
Day #2
10:15AM
Supplies of interest:
Emergency lions bandages
Rope
crowbar
Kitchen knives x 3
Molotov cocktail
They cautiously exit the bar, Tony's body is just a spattered mess of gibs and bone, the runners made quick work of him in the night.
Quiet man checks the entrance of the computer store, Laura taking in the rear. It seems quiet, clear, just the never ending drop on anxiety followed by the searing yelp of adrenaline.
Nothing, no information, Laura checks the terminals, no power. There is rustling outside, the party look at each other for an answer in the their expression, both are lost, anticipating the worst...A face of a young man appears at the shop window, starring at them both deeply and intently.
The party has been found by a runner, if there are more nearby it will alert them, they will not survive the confrontation. Quiet man saw an exit upstairs, it might lead to the roof, it might be a dead end. At the moment it is just them and just this one assailant, but it could mean the difference between life, death and undeath.
Choose their fate...
Thursday, 17 February 2011
Day #1 - Not yet dead
Time: 11:59 AM
Supplies of interest:
Emergency Lions plasters
Rope
Crowbar
Wrench
Tony, Laura and 'The quiet man' leave the wreckage of their car after it careened out of control whilst trying to escape the city. It was their only means of escape thus far, taking days to find a suitable ride to escape the concrete hell.
Tony is injured but Laura and The quiet man are fine, they display no physical damage, only shock from the crash. Tony's left arm is wounded, a large gash is rendered from the top of his deltoid, wrapping around to his tricep. His wounds must be seen to quickly otherwise within the next 40 hours he might become infected, lose too much blood or become unconscious. Currently the party does not have sufficient supplies to treat his wounds.
The car wreck has left the party at the begging of a bridge to an off-island, it is possible to reach by car, but the party does not have sufficient supplies to make the trip.
Walking back to a safe distance from the car there is a: sandwich shop, Bar&Grill, Computer store or road to the next street.
Choose their fate....
Supplies of interest:
Emergency Lions plasters
Rope
Crowbar
Wrench
Tony, Laura and 'The quiet man' leave the wreckage of their car after it careened out of control whilst trying to escape the city. It was their only means of escape thus far, taking days to find a suitable ride to escape the concrete hell.
Tony is injured but Laura and The quiet man are fine, they display no physical damage, only shock from the crash. Tony's left arm is wounded, a large gash is rendered from the top of his deltoid, wrapping around to his tricep. His wounds must be seen to quickly otherwise within the next 40 hours he might become infected, lose too much blood or become unconscious. Currently the party does not have sufficient supplies to treat his wounds.
The car wreck has left the party at the begging of a bridge to an off-island, it is possible to reach by car, but the party does not have sufficient supplies to make the trip.
Walking back to a safe distance from the car there is a: sandwich shop, Bar&Grill, Computer store or road to the next street.
Choose their fate....
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