Name: John Steele
Age: 18
Days Survived: 1
Weather: Light sprinkle
Temperature: 75°F
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Clothing: Ripped Green Shirt, Cargo Jeans, Black Belt, Nike Shoes, Old Digital Watch
Items: Cans of Food(x8), Water Bottles(x4), Spent Lighter
Right Hand: Crowbar
Left hand:
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Time: 7:50 A.M.
Body Temperature: 37°C
Health: 100%
Hunger: 36%
Thirst: 29%
Sleep: 100%
Infection: 12%
Sanity: 80%
Honor: Neutral
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Perks: None
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Shelter: Small Warehouse
Power Supply: None
Food Supply: None
Water Supply: None
Population: Yourself
Health: 26%
Fortifications: 5%
Items: Scrap, Paper, a Desk, a Garbage Can, Cardboard
You and Argamen rest until the sun begins to shine through the windows once again. A few chirps can be heard of the few birds that are playing about outside. You can still hear a few taps of rain droplets hitting the aluminum ceiling. You're feeling a bit hungry and parched. A few minutes after sitting where you are, Argamen wakes up and gains his wits as quickly as you did.
What do you want to do?
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Name: Argamen Phish
Age: 28
Days Survived: 0
Time of Day: Dusk
Weather: Light sprinkle
Temperature: 75°F
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Clothing: Trench coat, cargo shorts, purple t-shirt
Items: Small Backpack, Cans of Food (x8), Bottles of Water(x4)
Right Hand: Crowbar
Left hand:
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Body Temperature: 37°C
Health: 100%
Hunger: 36%
Thirst: 29%
Sleep: 100%
Infection: 12%
Sanity: 75%
Honor: Neutral
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Perks: None
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Shelter: Small Warehouse
Power Supply: None
Food Supply: None
Water Supply: None
Population: Yourself
Health: 26%
Fortifications: 5%
Items: Scrap, paper, a desk, a garbage can, cardboard
You and John rest until the sun rises through the windows once again. You look to see John rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. The sound of chirping can be heard outside, but faintly. You can also hear a few rain droplets tapping the aluminum roof outside of the room.
What do you want to do?
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Name: Kenji
Age: 20
Days Survived: 0
Time of Day: Dusk
Weather: Overcast
Temperature: 74°F
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Clothing: Black trench coat, black combat pants, black boots, white jacket, black face mask (nose to shoulders)
Items: Swiss Army Knife, Bottled Water (x5)
Right Hand:
Left hand:
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Body Temperature: 37°C
Health: 100%
Hunger: 54%
Thirst: 50%
Sleep: 56%
Infection: 29%
Sanity: 48%
Honor: 15%
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Perks:
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Shelter: -
Power Supply: -
Food Supply: -
Water Supply: -
Population: -
Health: -
Fortifications: -
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Theresa
Condition: Healthy
Items:Strawberry Chewing Gum(x5),Forks(x6), Broomstick
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Trevon
Condition: Healthy
Items:Cans of Food (x4), Bottled Water(x1),Matches(x13),Matchbox, Baseball Bat
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Chris
Condition: Healthy
Items: Crowbar, Flares(x3)
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"We can't just ignore this building. What if its a gun shop? There is where your weapon is." Trevon says.
"We can just circle around the city until we find a way through, then visit the building afterwards. And honestly Trevon, what are the chances of this being a gun shop?" Chris says, gesturing towards the building in question.
"Look to where I'm pointing." he demands. You all turn your heads. "There is a bench with bottles set up, and some of them have been knocked off by the looks of it. What if that's a little shooting range?" he asks.
"Dude, like they're gonna put one right in the edge of a city." Chris and Trevon both pause for a short moment, racking their brains for a solution.
"Okay, you know what? I'm going in. I don't care if you guys are gone by the time I get back, but I'm almost certain that this is a gun store, or a store that has some kind of gun in it." Trevon persists.
"Trey, think dude." Chris says, but then he gets cut off.
"Kenji. Do you want a gun or not?" asks Trevon.
"Kenji... you don--"
Trevon cuts Theresa off. "Kenji, yes or no?" he says, piercing your eyes with his.
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Name: Tarquin Brown
Age: 18
Days Survived: 0
Time of Day: Dawn
Weather: Sunny
Temperature: 82°F
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Clothing: Black hoodie,blue jeans,white running shoes
Items: Pack of chewing gum(x2),Canned food(x6)
Right Hand: Baseball bat
Left hand:
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Body Temperature: 37°C
Health: 100%
Hunger: 46%
Thirst: 40%
Sleep: 97%
Infection: 13%
Sanity: 85%
Honor: 5%
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Perks: None
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Shelter: Mental Institution
Power Supply: 15 minutes worth
Food Supply: 7 days worth
Water Supply: 4 days worth
Population: 8 People
Health: 86%
Fortifications: 13%
Items: Desks, Cells, Unfashionable Clothing, Couches, Chairs, Refrigerators
You step outside of the cell, and walk towards the mental institutes kitchen. The smell in this place is rank, and the fact that there is no soap or body wash just makes things worse. Everyone smells terrible. As you walk past the other survivors, they look at you with unreadable expressions on their faces. Their conversations stop, until you walk past, then they continue. That's odd... you don't have any beef with anybody here... its hard to understand why they act like they do.
You reach the kitchen, only to find two of the survivors kissing passionately near the granite counter-top and the red colored sink. You stop walking, but they've heard your footsteps.
"Do you mind?" a raspy voice says. It is a boy, tall and thin, somewhere near the age you are. He's skinny, and his voice doesn't match his figure. He's standing awkwardly as he waits for a response, whether it be an action or comment.
