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Re: Where Were You When
« Reply #15 on: June 29, 2017, 08:23:46 PM »
What was the first new skill you learned to stay alive after the Crash?

Shooting. Wasn't much of a need for it before!

I'm originally from the UK, where sport shooting and 'recreational' gun ownership stopped being a thing in the early 90's. Decided school shootings weren't fun, I guess. So by the time I was growing up you weren't getting your hands on any firearms unless you were police or military. You defended yourself by learning boxing, not firearms. Maybe a switchblade.

Then I moved to America for work and, you know, wrong accent for the guys at the shooting range to be comfortable with. Kept my head down. Went to work. Did my thing.

Crash came and suddenly not knowing my way round a gun made me a liability, so I talked one of the brewery security guys into showing me around one of their Glocks when things were quiet.

Have you ever met an Immune? Like, someone you KNOW to have been Immune.
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« Reply #16 on: June 30, 2017, 12:41:12 AM »

Have you ever met an Immune? Like, someone you KNOW to have been Immune.

I suspect I've known one. We didn't have a ton of visitors in the four years our enclave was isolated, but there was this LALA loner who occasionally dropped by. Crazy fellow, but he mostly just wanted to talk his crazy, and he had the uncanny ability to never lead stampedes to us, so we left him alone. I saw him with old bite marks more than once, but he never turned. He might've just been the luckiest guy on earth, though, and he did stop dropping by about two years ago, so his luck must've ran out.

On a more positive note, What's the 'best' thing you've ever encountered while out Taking in the Loss?
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Re: Where Were You When
« Reply #17 on: June 30, 2017, 04:23:25 PM »
On a more positive note, What's the 'best' thing you've ever encountered while out Taking in the Loss?

It's full of monsoon rain, the type of rain that riles up the casualties, loud and heavy, coming in every which way including up. Job's done, time to go home, but we're stuck off the streets as dead weather hits and actual weather hits. Dead of night, horror movie level bullshit. It's a freelance crew, so no one knows anyone else, and we're not in for taking risks, best idea was to go to ground and wait it out. So we had this guy, used to be a fireman, still had his elevator key. Get's the brainwave we'll just sleep in an elevator shaft atop a car. One guy brought a dronkey and a drone, so he can leave those in the hall and use cameras to check the coast is clear. Safe to say, no one thought that was a good idea, so that turned to bickering, and I'm just staying out of that bullshit and keep watch. So we're stuck out there, too busy arguing about how to get out of the rain to get out of the rain, when out of no where a fucking light turns on at the end of the block.

Like I shit you not, a fucking light turns on. So I point it out, and now we're curious a little. I got a four power optic on my AR, and I try to get eyes on, and it's coming from a window on the second floor of this shitty ass skeevy as fuck looking building. Crack house looking place, but it's got barred windows, and we can probably barricade it up and spend a night or two hiding there...and it's got some form of power. So right, we're intrigued, and a bit suspicious, but why not, not like we could go far. So we breach and clear, and this place is totally clean. Pristine. Like sure, there is water damage up the wazo, and the sort of place that gets you put on a sex offender's registry automatically if you brought a child anyway near it, but looks like whoever owned the place just locked up and never returned.

Turns out it was some sort of gang clubhouse, mister fireman says he recognizes the tags, so we're thinking cool, maybe we'll find some guns or something cool. Fireman thinks we're more likely to step on a booby trap, but we decide to commit and bed down, bike chain the doors, get the dronkey out back so it can lead away Cs when we want to leave, the usual. So me, I'm the only one wearing a vest, so I get elected to take point. So I take point. I'm creeping and sweating, and I am praying we don't find some weird ass thing that will kill us all...and you know what? Turns out gangs can be surprisingly eco-friendly.

We find a battery bank and solar panel hooked up to a god damn rec room. Flat screen TV, video game consoles, the works. Even fucking karaoke. Turns out, someone left a fucking backlight for a porn star pinup on an auto timer. We're wet, we're cold, and we were soon surrounded by Cs, but with the rain, we could make noise and the Cs wouldn't hear. So we decide to fire it up, and make it a little slip over. It was glorious, just like being at a friend's house. We spent two days, just hiding out until the rain stopped and we were able to get the Cs out of the way.

Never thought I would ever think fondly about being trapped, but hey, sometime life in the Loss doesn't suck.

So right. My question: What do you splurge on? Not for the job, but just for living. Toilet paper and that sort of thing.
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Re: Where Were You When
« Reply #18 on: July 01, 2017, 12:29:17 AM »
We find a battery bank and solar panel hooked up to a god damn rec room. Flat screen TV, video game consoles, the works. Even fucking karaoke. Turns out, someone left a fucking backlight for a porn star pinup on an auto timer. We're wet, we're cold, and we were soon surrounded by Cs, but with the rain, we could make noise and the Cs wouldn't hear. So we decide to fire it up, and make it a little slip over. It was glorious, just like being at a friend's house. We spent two days, just hiding out until the rain stopped and we were able to get the Cs out of the way.

Never thought I would ever think fondly about being trapped, but hey, sometime life in the Loss doesn't suck.

Sorry to break the chain for a bit guys, but Passerby, sounds like you found a Respite. Hope you all observed the camp site rule and left no trace,or did your chores before leaving. Otherwise someone's gonna be pissed at all of you guys. And deny ya entry to another Respite if you can find one again.
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Re: Where Were You When
« Reply #19 on: July 01, 2017, 02:41:28 AM »
Sorry to break the chain for a bit guys, but Passerby, sounds like you found a Respite. Hope you all observed the camp site rule and left no trace,or did your chores before leaving. Otherwise someone's gonna be pissed at all of you guys. And deny ya entry to another Respite if you can find one again.

Dronkey mentioned that, nah, it was just a time capsule. Like, no indications it was, just a closed room with a story and the doors we had to pick. Though now that you mention it, we did pay it forward. Found some old table clothes and pinned it to the wall, left some messages and mister fireman climbed the roof to fly a make shift flag. Hopefully someone doesn't strip it, we couldn't really afford to pack anything and I for one think it seemed like a good spot. Even with the mold.
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Re: Where Were You When
« Reply #20 on: July 01, 2017, 03:09:51 AM »
So right. My question: What do you splurge on? Not for the job, but just for living. Toilet paper and that sort of thing.


Not so relevant anymore but while Pixie was over the wall I kept house. I did what I could around the enclave with a cheap-ass prosthetic and every chance I got I'd try to bargain for some bacon. A few times I think I even got the real thing. Lord knows there isn't anything nicer than waking up and smelling pork sizzling.


Hell, it's even harder to get that shit on the East Coast than it was out West. Something about the Generals not wanting to waste grain on animals when we can make perfectly reasonable meat substitutes. Pixie can keep her coffee. I'd just like to get some hickory smoked bacon.


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Re: Where Were You When
« Reply #21 on: July 01, 2017, 03:40:14 AM »
My turn. Who'd you leave behind?

Blood family, don't know where they are, figure it be best not to think about it. Worked for a crazy ass US Marshal, he ran a posse out of a CHP command post and gun hands for bus tickets was a thing. They headed west a couple months before the curtain fell.

Next, when society ended, what taboo thing that you always wanted to do, did you do?
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« Reply #22 on: July 01, 2017, 03:49:03 PM »
Taboo? Shit it's taboo for us just to survive. This whole time I never once had the time or piece of mind to do anything but..survive. I mean hell, I guess It was taboo of me to cut off my best friends leg or when I left all of those kids at the college when the Vec's came..

Taboo. Heh. In the land of the dead, where lawlessness is the new law and genocide and murder are the norm, those of us who haven't lost ourselves are the new taboo.


What is your biggest regret through all of this?
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« Reply #23 on: July 01, 2017, 11:18:00 PM »
Taboo. Heh. In the land of the dead, where lawlessness is the new law and genocide and murder are the norm, those of us who haven't lost ourselves are the new taboo.

Oh, fuck you with that edgy nonsense. "Waaaaaaaah, I'm so deep and tortured: no one will sleep with me." We're all in a shitty situation, fuckhead. Life fucking sucks, doesn't mean I have to start quoting Camus.

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« Reply #24 on: July 01, 2017, 11:34:54 PM »
Taboo. Heh. In the land of the dead, where lawlessness is the new law and genocide and murder are the norm, those of us who haven't lost ourselves are the new taboo.

Christ mate. Is your enclave a Hot Topic?

Let's ask a fun question. What's your poison? Booze, drugs, cigs? Where do you get that shit?

Let me tell you how important alcohol is to keeping human civilisation together.

I had the misfortune of escaping my last enclave when it went bad to somewhere run by fucking Amish or Mormons or Shriners or one of the other weird cults America let run its political infrastructure before the Crash. Turns out they have a thing against intoxicants.

Which means they're wasting a ton of grain that could have been turned into, you know, small beer. Or nobody's distilling alcohol for sterilising your medical gear. Idiots, right?

Like, I can set up a damn still in a disused toilet and manufacture stuff that would make the end of the world bearable, up our nutrient intake on a daily basis, make our medical trips a lot safer. But NOPE, god hates beer.

Yeah, I like to drink. I'm a bloke. Of course I like to drink.

If you were going to set up your own enclave, where would it be?
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« Reply #25 on: July 02, 2017, 01:03:51 AM »
If you were going to set up your own enclave, where would it be?

I am a madman of sorts. I am one of those folks that want to set up enclaves in Griffith Observatory, or maybe the Getty Museum, both are in semi-mountainous locations. They can be closed off, the treeline bombed, and the various paths closed off. Their campuses have soil, buildings, terrain advantage...Assuming you got some helicopters or enough time to wall up their perimeters...but for me, the fact they are on the doorstep of LA is what makes it wild. Sure, if the DC ever did try to retake the place, they'd swat you off like flies. The only reason they are empty, is because the Southern California Megaregion had like 30 million people in it, and these are on the edges of Los Angeles itself, Griffith is technically in LA, and that's a 5 million population easy. Lot of Cs, maybe too many.

But it just might be worth it. If some way to close them off, make them entrenched, you have a great place to send out missions. Lots of records and things...but that's about it. Not a lot of growth if you think about it, would just be a boom town that ends fast...unless you're super lucky and you find your market niche on the trade routes.

Basically make built up or otherwise fortified national tourist attractions into your new home. I am sure Disneyland's walled perimeter would be nice as well.

Right, next question. Chances are, the Loss will be reclaimed, that's just a matter of the Recession having a manpower, a manufacturing, and a geographic advantage. So even if we don't live to see it, do you support reintegration or is it a fight to the end?
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« Reply #26 on: July 02, 2017, 07:28:39 AM »
So even if we don't live to see it, do you support reintegration or is it a fight to the end?

So as someone who has made it from one side of the fence to the other, fuck this government, you don't want them reclaiming under this administration, I am for reclamation to bring us all back together and under a semi safe territory. However, this side is more concerned with sticking a fresh stick in the Losses ass rather than trying to help. It's an open secret not everyone is dead on that side of the wall, but their are a few people who want to help, but the government rather bomb the enclaves rather than communicate with them. If the government can get their shit together sure, but you are better off being independent.

Alright this question is going to be super personal, and I am sorry for who ever answers, but that is the only way to get past the trauma. Who did you lose and how?
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« Reply #27 on: July 02, 2017, 04:51:21 PM »
Who did you lose and how?

Well back in Davenport there was Crow, our grease monkey. She was paralyzed from the waist down before the Crash but managed to get her hands on a dronkey left behind by the Operation Utility spooks, rigged it up like her personal throne. Worked well enough for years until one day she just wasn't careful about keeping the batteries charged, and they died while we were hoofing ahead of a herd. Didn't see what happened to her; she just got swallowed by the mob.

Then there was Ironclad. Guy was paranoid about bites and blood tests after the Immunity leaks and rumors started swirling about Scrape, so his "thing" when he went over the fence was to pile on whatever protection he could get. At one point he got his hands on a refurbished EOD suit and wore that over a suit of basilisk he took off a dead Duck. Probably felt invincible until he got buried underneath a mob of dead. I dunno what happened to him, but between the armor and the dozen corpses dogpiling him my guess is he either suffocated or died of thirst while they were trying to gnaw through his kevlar cocoon.

And let's not forget Holiday, the negotiator before I got the job. He had a real adrenaline junkie attitude about the Loss, treated it like that show with the cowboy robots everyone was wild about before the Crash. We all kind of got the sense that he was a lifer--he was always blowing Bounty, living the high life in the enclave, and never talked about retirement once with any of us. Probably for the best, because one day he took a bullet from some LALA sniper right in the head while we were hiking to a job. No warning, just fwip and he hit the ground. None of us cared to wonder whether he'd been one week from retirement or one hundred.

Then there was...actually, I don't really feel like playing this game anymore.

What do you carry around from before the Crash to remind you of how things were?
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« Reply #28 on: July 02, 2017, 07:39:53 PM »
What do you carry around from before the Crash to remind you of how things were?

Every watch that movie Heat? Old flick, your dad probably wanted you to watch. Well, there's a line in there, something like never have anything you are not willing to walk away from in five minutes. I think that's a pretty big deal. I don't take anything I can't stand to loose on the job. Like, shit, I still have my god damn baby blanket tucked in my evac luggage. Old phone with all my pics. You don't take that shit out. Like, lucky charms, favorite bits of gear, but something like a relic from the good times? Nah. That stays safe with everything else that needs to stay safe.

Like, I guess you could call what I choose to use, is what reminds me of the past. I was one of those gun fondling types, loved watching match videos and getting schooled at the local three gun. Still try and dress like I am just going to the match. Bring a range bag, and some knee pads. It's a bit silly. Spend the bounty on nice gaiters and bands and some nice embroidery and patches. I don't carry around the real thing, but I cling to a facsimile of the past. My alma maters' mascots, the characters I loved, little bits and pieces from my favorite spots growing up. I slapped all that stuff on my pack, on the patches of my vest, the tint on my face shield, the memory on my Ubiq. Bits and pieces of things that I can't bear to throw away. Even if it's a bad idea to keep it in plain view.

Question up, where do you go back to? Not like where you rest your head, but...when you get that urge, to go see a place from before, what it looks like now. Where do you go?
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« Reply #29 on: July 19, 2017, 04:24:49 AM »
Question up, where do you go back to? Not like where you rest your head, but...when you get that urge, to go see a place from before, what it looks like now. Where do you go?
I feel the need to go where I was when it happened really. To go back home and see your old life, where it went, and how I lost it. To see what looters thought was valuable, to see if someone is living in there. To grab some things I would love to have again, like pictures, or, just a coat I got as a gift but didn't care about at the time. Small things, but I know going back will make me lose what I have gained, what I have worked to hard to achieve. The past is behind me, and it's behind all of us. If we don't look forward, then we don't see the man with the gun aimed at your head.

If you could have one thing from before the crash, what would it be, and why?
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