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Goose
Guest
Section One:
Steam ID - STEAM_0:0:436537142
Discord ID - Goose#8047
Timezone - CST (GMT-6)
Steam ID - STEAM_0:0:436537142
Discord ID - Goose#8047
Timezone - CST (GMT-6)
Section Three
Biography
<:: It was me.. No.. It was him! ::> The video feed finally turned on, revealing a frantic-looking civil-protection Captain. He seems covered in fresh blood, the lifeless body of a unit in the background. The corpse is seemingly covered in 'roots.' The Captain gestured and pointed next to him, however, there was nothing there... <:: Yes... I'm innocent, I promise! He took my medicine, I can't do anything without my medicine! I can't! NO! NO! NO! I will not follow get away from me!::>
The Captain flashes his book toward the camera, revealing a drawing...
The frantic Captain smacked the camera to the side, detaching it from its stand. The camera feed goes static, before cutting out entirely. A rather drawn-out minute passes with labored breathing being heard. The camera eventually turns back on, the captain's eye-piece now broken although it seemed some time has passed. He seems less frantic, sitting down on a barrel as he spoke to the camera. An American accent is heard.
<:: Hello future individual, alien, or benefactor. I'm Michael. Otherwise known as one of the last captains of the civil protection. I think. I don't know. It's been - flat silent ever since the benefactors left. I'm not sure what's happened, but it's not good. Doesn't matter, I can handle myself. Fuck everyone else right? ::>
<:: Just to have some form of documentation so I'm remembered, I was once a free man. I belonged to the American wastelands, I was my own boss. Yet, I couldn't help the curiosity to see if my family was alive, as the wastelands grew harsher by the day, a city didn't sound like such a bad idea. So I traveled across the world - there are quite a few nice gentlemen with boats I paid. ::>
<:: I arrived in the city and was taken in by this para-military due to being a miscount. I lied through my teeth, saying I was robbed and everything was stolen from me. I was issued a new ID, and began my new life, in search of my family. Eventually learning the best way to get in contact was by joining this so-called civil-protection. Although brutal, I sort of liked their style. Imagine commanding your own army! That was my goal - the family thing sort of got side-lined in my reach for glory. ::>
<:: I served several years, faithfully - though with a hint of corruption. In my eyes, sometimes things have to be done off the book for the greater good. Whatever. I - ::>
The terminal behind the Captain lights up, and a voice is heard... His voice was cold, almost robotic. The Captain doesn't seem to be listening until certain words catch his ears. "The world as you know it is no longer habitable."
He stood up, taking his gear. The beat-up Captain looking towards the camera for the last time. His eye shows his state of mind has changed once more.
<:: Yes.. find terminal six.. Find friends. Food? No.. resources. Meatshields. Blood? We'll find out together won't we Bill? I'm taking a helicopter for myself, I doubt they'll need it anymore! HAHAHA!::>
The Captain sprinted away from the Camera, off to salvage himself a helicopter from the Nexus. Though.. he's not the best pilot, and considering his mental conditions.. he'll probably crash it somewhere close to his objective anyway.
Biography
<:: It was me.. No.. It was him! ::> The video feed finally turned on, revealing a frantic-looking civil-protection Captain. He seems covered in fresh blood, the lifeless body of a unit in the background. The corpse is seemingly covered in 'roots.' The Captain gestured and pointed next to him, however, there was nothing there... <:: Yes... I'm innocent, I promise! He took my medicine, I can't do anything without my medicine! I can't! NO! NO! NO! I will not follow get away from me!::>
The Captain flashes his book toward the camera, revealing a drawing...
The frantic Captain smacked the camera to the side, detaching it from its stand. The camera feed goes static, before cutting out entirely. A rather drawn-out minute passes with labored breathing being heard. The camera eventually turns back on, the captain's eye-piece now broken although it seemed some time has passed. He seems less frantic, sitting down on a barrel as he spoke to the camera. An American accent is heard.
<:: Hello future individual, alien, or benefactor. I'm Michael. Otherwise known as one of the last captains of the civil protection. I think. I don't know. It's been - flat silent ever since the benefactors left. I'm not sure what's happened, but it's not good. Doesn't matter, I can handle myself. Fuck everyone else right? ::>
<:: Just to have some form of documentation so I'm remembered, I was once a free man. I belonged to the American wastelands, I was my own boss. Yet, I couldn't help the curiosity to see if my family was alive, as the wastelands grew harsher by the day, a city didn't sound like such a bad idea. So I traveled across the world - there are quite a few nice gentlemen with boats I paid. ::>
<:: I arrived in the city and was taken in by this para-military due to being a miscount. I lied through my teeth, saying I was robbed and everything was stolen from me. I was issued a new ID, and began my new life, in search of my family. Eventually learning the best way to get in contact was by joining this so-called civil-protection. Although brutal, I sort of liked their style. Imagine commanding your own army! That was my goal - the family thing sort of got side-lined in my reach for glory. ::>
<:: I served several years, faithfully - though with a hint of corruption. In my eyes, sometimes things have to be done off the book for the greater good. Whatever. I - ::>
The terminal behind the Captain lights up, and a voice is heard... His voice was cold, almost robotic. The Captain doesn't seem to be listening until certain words catch his ears. "The world as you know it is no longer habitable."
He stood up, taking his gear. The beat-up Captain looking towards the camera for the last time. His eye shows his state of mind has changed once more.
<:: Yes.. find terminal six.. Find friends. Food? No.. resources. Meatshields. Blood? We'll find out together won't we Bill? I'm taking a helicopter for myself, I doubt they'll need it anymore! HAHAHA!::>
The Captain sprinted away from the Camera, off to salvage himself a helicopter from the Nexus. Though.. he's not the best pilot, and considering his mental conditions.. he'll probably crash it somewhere close to his objective anyway.
Section Four
Additional Information
I don't want anything too special, whatever equipment deemed suitable by the GM's + the captain uniform. Starting off alone by my crash-helicopter potentially? Also a bottle containing a singular pill for his schizophrenia
Additional Information
I don't want anything too special, whatever equipment deemed suitable by the GM's + the captain uniform. Starting off alone by my crash-helicopter potentially? Also a bottle containing a singular pill for his schizophrenia
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