I would like to start out saying that I think I will actually be able to finish this one...
You are going about your daily business, when suddenly every television, radio, and cell phone came to the same warning siren, followed by an emergency news broad cast that went as following:
" This is an urgent news cast! The Stith have finally broken the defense line!"
The Stith were the enemy of your country for centuries, being held back currently a few miles from your village. They come to rape, pillage, and burn. No diplomacy, no mercy, and no prisoners save the slaves they take.
"It is highly urged that you evacuate your homes IMMEDIATELY!"
At this sentience you start to hear the sound of faint heavy fire.
" The defenders of the wall have all been reported dead. The army is forming a new barricade a few miles down, it is suggested you run with your ID. The only people being sent to rescue us are the small band..."
After that, you hear the sound of an assault rifle as well as see it if you are on the T.V. After witch there was static, for a few seconds, then a strange voice came. Those on the television saw an armed man wearing a fur hat and coat. Around his neck was a chain of human scalps, and on his back a battle ax. When he spoke, he had a strange accent that made his "A's" sound like "H's". His words were simple.
"We are going to kill you. Run and die. Stay and die. Fight and die." Followed by a hissing laughter. Then there was only static.
Yet not all hope is lost. You hear the heartening war cry of your military, followed by nearer gunfire and explosions. You are then once more disheartened by laughter similar to the man on TV/ radio.
Your in enemy territory about to die, as well as your family and every one in the town. Does not look good for you, does it?
*Weapons are civilian weapons, such as a baseball bat, or at most a hunting rifle, shotgun, or pistol. For jobs, please have a logical one. No mercenaries or assassins.
Name: Sam Fisher Age: 32 Gender: Male Appearance: Black shirt with green letters on it spelling 'Splinter Cell' and blue jeans + sneakers Weapon: butcher knife Job: butcher Bio: Used to be in the army, then retired to come back to his home town.
Name: Sam Fisher Age: 32 Gender: Male Appearance: Black shirt with green letters on it spelling 'Splinter Cell' and blue jeans + sneakers Weapon: butcher knife Job: butcher Bio: Used to be in the army, then retired to come back to his home town.
You are listening to the radio, as you always do when you work, and heard the news. You remember your days on the defense. You were one of the lucky ones. You remember seeing your comrades brutally mauled by the enemy. These thoughts past quick as you remember your in a crisis. Now your mind races with options. Your family is back at home, defenseless. You could go home and defend them using your army knowledge, and you may have a gun lying around. But of course that may just make you a better target and put you threw the painful scenario of going home to a burnt house. You could play the hero with your butcher knife, but that would be suicide. It comes to three options.
Run. Hide. Fight.
(Those are not actually options, feel free to do anything.)
Name:John steele Age:27 Gender:Male Appearance: Blue Jeans, Black shirt with Letter S on it and a South Pole Hat. Weapon: Butcher Knife Job:Butcher Apprentice Bio:A kid who just passed high school and wanted to be a Butcher so became an Apprentice Butcher for Sam Fisher.
First, you just passed high school at twenty seven?
You stop chopping when you hear the news. You know little other than stories of this enemy, but you can tell by the look of dread on his face that the stories were true. You thought for a moment. The only person you know who managed to be a veteran in this town was your master. You could stay with him, maybe even raise a militia. Then you remember your family, they would need defense to. You may want to help them, even though you would be near useless against the powerful enemy. You had thoughts about fighting them yourself, but you shake them off. The best you could do is run out with a bomb strapped to your back. You look at the meat you are cutting, and for the first time feel similar to it.
Name:John steele Age:17 Gender:Male Appearance: Blue Jeans, Black shirt with Letter S on it and a South Pole Hat. Weapon: Butcher Knife Job:Butcher Apprentice Bio:A kid who just passed high school and wanted to be a Butcher so became an Apprentice Butcher for Sam Fisher.
You look out the window. There is a few scattered panicking people, who seem out of there mind with fright, a few hobos and bums drinking some form of alcohol heavily, and a few people with makeshift weapons and suitcases running east to hold off the inevitable. Fearing that your family may be in danger, hoping they evacuated, you sprint down the road to your home. You are in decent shape and made it to your block with in ten minutes. See smoke coming from only two blocks away and hear the occasional fire of guns and the hiss laughter of the radio. You finally get to your home.
Now that you are hear, you can see your family has not left. On the contrary they seem to have set up the house ready for war, with barbed wire on the porch clumsily placed, barricade and small mettle and wooden makeshift spikes pointing out and around the windows, and insults to the attackers written in red paint. You worry that they may be on there guard so much that they may attack you, but they are your family and given at least a second it should be easy to see, you look far different then any of the enemy in the stories. Well you obviously can't use the front door, what do you do?
Name:John steele Age:27 Gender:Male Appearance: Blue Jeans, Black shirt with Letter S on it and a South Pole Hat. Weapon: Butcher Knife Job:Butcher Apprentice Bio:A kid who just passed high school and wanted to be a Butcher so became an Apprentice Butcher for Sam Fisher.
I have to make sure my family is okay. I will go to my family and then take them further back to the barricade. I'll grab my gun at the house.
Name: Sam Fisher Age: 32 Gender: Male Appearance: Black shirt with green letters on it spelling 'Splinter Cell' and blue jeans + sneakers Weapon: butcher knife Job: butcher Bio: Used to be in the army, then retired to come back to his home town.
I have to make sure my family is okay. I will go to my family and then take them further back to the barricade. I'll grab my gun at the house.
Name: Sam Fisher Age: 32 Gender: Male Appearance: Black shirt with green letters on it spelling 'Splinter Cell' and blue jeans + sneakers Weapon: butcher knife Job: butcher Bio: Used to be in the army, then retired to come back to his home town.
You start running toward your house as your apprentice runs the opposite direction. Your house is on the other side of town, your family should be fine. You arrive at your house with little difficulty, other than traffic heading the same way.
You burst open the house to see your wife pointing your old service gun at the door aquardly.
You burst open the house to see your wife pointing your old service gun at the door awkwardly. The looks startled as you enter, but she holds the gun down.
"Sam, its you! We were waiting! We can't leave without you... Truthfully, we are to frightened. I sent the kids to the cellar... We should talk as we hurry, shouldn't we?" She said nervously with a touch of sadness. "We were begging to think... you would not make it." She hands you the gun and ammo (Add that to your thing next time, choose what weapon you used in the army).
You go down stairs and your kid's hug you. They had made a makeshift fort of pillows and beds, guarded by there stuffed animals. It probably kept them busy and made them feel safe, but would earn them no mercy from the attackers... Other than the fort, the kids are packed and ready to go, as well as your wife.
You begin evacuating when an unwelcome sight appears in the distance, a Stith patrol, complete with a tank. They were giving off there famous laugh as they slaughtered the people who came that way to run. They were just at the edge of the street, about ten houses between you, and ten in number, not counting the tank. You can not tell more, but you know from experience that there standard squad comes with one flame thrower, five assault rifles, a rocket launcher, a leader, and two snipers.
You could run like hell, giving you a chance to live longer but you will still be stuck in the city. You could ambush them, they are not expecting resistance from a soldier. Attacking them would be dangerous and would leave your family vulnerable. You know from the people running that there is another squad on the other side of town, and that they are probably blocking off all routs. This city is inescapable. What do you do?
Name:John steele Age:17 Gender:Male Appearance: Blue Jeans, Black shirt with Letter S on it and a South Pole Hat. Weapon: Butcher Knife, Pistol[5], pistol rounds[2] Job:Butcher Apprentice Bio:A kid who just passed high school and wanted to be a Butcher so became an Apprentice Butcher for Sam Fisher.
You hear the voice of your father. "Is that you John! Yes, John is here! Hurry up! There getting closer!"
You jump over the fence, witch was hard do to the barbed wire, but you managed to get over without injury. When you arrive to the back, your mother quickly opens the door and shuts it behind you, bolting it. She points in the direction of the room you heard the voice of your father come from and says "He has a gift for you. We were waiting until your eighteenth birthday... But I think it would be good to have now...
You approach your father, he is pointing a rifle out the window toward the aria were the enemy will be coming. He hears you come in and looks in your direction and speaks. "Son, we have always known this was a dangerous land. I had hoped this would never happen in our life time... It is a dangerous world out there. I was planning to give you this for you eighteenth birthday, when you moved away..." As he says that he hands you a small case. You open the case, and inside it is a pistol with two rounds on either side. The gun was loaded, it seems your father had prepared it for use.
"It is time for you to go. It is my fault your in this town, it will be me who will get you out. I made this barricade to buy you and the others time. Don't let either of my gifts go in vain! Your mother will not leave, she insists on staying here and fighting with me. I am sorry I had not taken either of you to the range, but I always did believe in training in the field. Goodbye, son." You hear a small hint of sadness in his speaking, witch was strange for your father.
You could insist on staying, and fight with your father, but that leads a high risk of dying and your father will probably not allow it. You could do as he says, and run to the main road. That gives you a chance to run away, but you may get caught by another squad. But it is really up to you. What do you do?
Name:John steele Age:17 Gender:Male Appearance: Blue Jeans, Black shirt with Letter S on it and a South Pole Hat. Weapon: Butcher Knife Job:Butcher Apprentice Bio:A kid who just passed high school and wanted to be a Butcher so became an Apprentice Butcher for Sam Fisher.
Then disregard everything I just said... I wish you had done that before I wrote that. Just kind of skip it...
You sprint in the direction of your master, remembering were he lived. You arrive in fifteen minutes, as you arrive you see your master and his family standing in the road staring at a squad of Stith. If the stories, are true, he is in big trouble. The thought occurs to you that you may be trapped.
You could run before your master sees you, leaving him to most likely die, or you could go up to him and fight by his side, witch may kill you both. You can do anything, what do you do?
Name: Sam Fisher Age: 32 Gender: Male Appearance: Black shirt with green letters on it spelling 'Splinter Cell' and blue jeans + sneakers Weapon: butcher knife, M4A1 Assualt Rifle Job: butcher Bio: Used to be in the army, then retired to come back to his home town.
I decide that I should wait it out. I turn off all lights and any signs of life. I take my family down to the cellar to hide. I leave the door wide open to show that we have already left. I hope John is alright...
Name: Andrew Ouellette Age: 21 Gender: Male Appearance: Red muscle shirt, and jogging pants. Weapon: Baseball bat Job: Semi-pro baseball player Bio: Passed through high school with a scholarship for baseball. Always had dreams to play for the Mets.
Name: Sam Fisher Age: 32 Gender: Male Appearance: Black shirt with green letters on it spelling 'Splinter Cell' and blue jeans + sneakers Weapon: butcher knife, M4A1 Assualt Rifle Job: butcher Bio: Used to be in the army, then retired to come back to his home town.
You return to your home and turn off all signs of life, running to the basement. They usually just raid and burn down the house, maybe if they thought you were not there they will not kill you...
You put your wife and kids behind you, crouch, and point your assault rifle at the door. Your wife and kids huddle in the corner, putting the suitcases around them like sandbags. Every once and a while you youngest would sob, but your wife would do her best to try and silence him. The sound of laughter and bullets gets steadily closer...
Name: Andrew Ouellette Age: 21 Gender: Male Appearance: Red muscle shirt, and jogging pants. Weapon: Baseball bat Job: Semi-pro baseball player Bio: Passed through high school with a scholarship for baseball. Always had dreams to play for the Mets.
Plenty room.
You were practicing in the field in the park in the middle of town. Your coach heard the news on his radio, but thought it was either some prank or radio show, so you kept practicing. Now the sound of gunfire proves him wrong.
You are startled by the gunfire, yet thankful you moved to the middle of town with your family to be closer to the field. That will get your household some time.
You could go home to protect your family, it would be fast as you use a car. You are not far, but you always insisted to be on the top of your game, saving your energy for the game instead of running to it. You could stay in the field, your team is full of athletes who may be able to fight off a squad or two of the enemy. You could go and fight yourself, but you think all that would amount to would be you driving at full speed to the enemy amounting to little damage.
Name: Andrew Ouellette Age: 21 Gender: Male Appearance: Red muscle shirt, and jogging pants. Weapon: Baseball bat Job: Semi-pro baseball player Bio: Passed through high school with a scholarship for baseball. Always had dreams to play for the Mets.
Survival of the fittest, leave the family and team, (bring a baseball bat) and use the alleys and back roads and head for the nearest gun shop.
