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#1 TsumugiBanter

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Posted 08 May 2015 - 12:13 PM

Game play has now begun for Winter Ashes! Post away folks!

 

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Another chilly morning makes it way to Greenfield, bringing as much disappointment as the last few dozen. The snow is still a burden, building up in the night-time and being cleared away by survivors in the morning. Fortunately enough Greenfield is hooked up to a nearby wind farm but a recent storm damaged its energy output, causing complaints among the people as simple commodities such as lighting and heat are rarely used.

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The Council of Four, or just known as the Council, has informed everyone to be present by lunchtime in the improvised town-centre. They’re responsible for keeping Greenfield organised and running, but you've been out of touch with politics lately so they’re mostly unknown to you.

 

Looking at the clock, you have just enough time to get something done before attending the town-centre meeting. Do you;

 

-Take a look at Mad Max’s armoury in one of the converted offices? He helps maintain all the shared weapons of Greenfield, but is considered… mad… because of his conspiracy theories.

 

-Grab a bite to eat in the church? No official religious folks survived but volunteers have set up a cafeteria where scavenged food is distributed amongst the population.

 

-Hang around in your assigned bedroom in the hotel? Most survivors live here, though the lack of full electricity and running water has minimalized its image of comfort.

 

-Take a wonder among the erected walls? Whilst some say it’s depressing, others are charmed by the beauty of snow and ruins outside of Greenfield.



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Posted 09 May 2015 - 12:03 AM

Anastasiya grinned at the man running the armory as she swept the floors. "Dust bad for weapon, yes?" She offered helpfully. She waved Mad Max to the side as she swept around his feet. "Has been while since I clean in here." She observed. She cleared her throat. "Oh, and yes... Mister Max..." She dropped the broom and sat on the counter. "You replace gas system on Kalashikov yet? Is versatile rifle, but I find it not agree with sustained fire." She crossed her legs and cleared her throat, and started her lecture. "Yes, I understand you knowledgeable, but parts hard to come by and we need weapon. Kalashkinov is essential to me. I use no other weapon. Okay, maybe GSh-18." She paused, then laughed. "Hahaha, my apologies. Is inappropriate for maid to worry about gun, da?" She picked up the broom and resumed cleaning. "Tell me, what are your thoughts today? Your stories are always interesting, tovarich."


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Posted 09 May 2015 - 07:39 AM

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Chuckling, Mad Max replied "Now lookie here missy, they ain't stories, they're theories!"

He gave a toothless grin before turning his attention back to the cleaning of his M1919, wriggling the cleaning rod into it's barrel. On his desk were numerous other pistols that had been unloaded and prepared for cleaning. Normally he'd do this in a well ventilated area but opening the windows would cause snow to come in.

"But here's one you ain't heard before" His shades glinted with eagerness "This apocalypse we're living in is because of Obama"

 

He coughed up some tobacco flem and wiped it on his shirt casually before continuing "See, he's a communist, and communists want equality with everyone. What's more communist than a zombie apocalypse? I bet he got the secret services to pull this stunt..."

His rambles start to become incoherent at this point. He accidentally snaps the cleaning rod into the M1919 and curses "Obama...."



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Posted 10 May 2015 - 05:41 AM

Walking on his own alongside the walls, Widyo traced his fingers on the cold hard concrete. Pen and notepad in the back pocket of his jeans, Salinger's Nine Stories tucked inside his dark blue hoodie like an unborn wrapped warm in the womb.

 

Remembrance of things not quite long past deluged his memory palace in random bursts throughout the vaulted halls, overwhelmed his senses for split-seconds before vanishing not unlike a heat haze formed in the line of one's sight immediately after the occurrence of a global thermonuclear cataclysm.

 

He had failed his very few friends and family members in the first onset of the outbreak not so long ago, what with his making one-sided decision to 'save' those taking shelter in that house and his rushing out recklessly with a torchlight to act as a decoy to the brain-eater bastards--which spectacularly failed when it only left opening for the fuckers to trudge in and do their business, while he ran away and cowered in cowardly self-sabotaging self-induced full-body paralysis before being found out by the survivors at the Greenfield and taken there in semi-catatonic state. He haven't seen his most beloved granny ever since.

 

What was it all about? What is worth fighting for now, really? He shrugged and briefly chuckled for dubious reasons. He shook his head and kept on walking until his stomach rumbled after a short while. This idle musings made him hungry as hell. Never cut to be a church-goer--salvation might well be found in that place, nonetheless, he thought.


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Posted 10 May 2015 - 02:15 PM

Anya had ventured up onto the wall earlier that morning.  It was the only place that most people didn't go to, and although Anya wasn't anti-social by any stretch of the imagination, it was one of the few places besides her small room where she could work out and get a lay of the land.  And so it was that earlier that morning, after completing her grueling regime of sit-ups, push-ups, squats, crunches, and sneaking into the attached gym to kick box and box with the bag, that she found herself running along the wall staring at the snow.   She'd always been particularly good at multi-tasking, and so it was that she was able to run while keeping her butterfly knives dancing around herself.

 

By the time the hour call came, she was just leaving and passed another survivor...Widyo or something like that.  He didn't much matter in her world as he didn't work in the kitchen as she usually did and when, on rare occasion, she was set to serving the meals, he wasn't one of the brash younger men who tried to flirt with her.  On the even rarer days where the kitchen ran smoothly and she was sent to help with fortifications and they did encounter each other, she didn't bother with currying his favour because he wasn't important or handsome enough that it struck her sociopathic little mind as a good idea. 

 

And so, she gave him a simple but cordial nod having stowed her knives back at her sides moments before approaching him.  With that done, she quickly returned to her room pushing open the window to reach out onto where she'd left a large tub to collect snowfall.  It was simple enough to heat the snow in the bathroom using the slim metal of the tub as a firepit.   She stripped while waiting and with practiced ease used a wash clothe to clean herself up.  Her hair was a bit trickier to deal with as it was so long and shampoo was difficult to swipe, but she'd managed to always have a bit of soap or shampoo for it.   Once that was done she dumped the water back out and set the tub to freshly collect snow while she dressed not wanting to catch cold.   

 

She pulled her hair back using the usual ribbons and then strode confidently into the kitchen.  Her shift wouldn't be so long for today and she knew she could eat on the job.  It was for this reason that she soon found herself in the kitchen helping to create stews. 


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Posted 10 May 2015 - 02:56 PM

(Sorry for the delays, I left my computer at home when returning to university -_-)

 

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Noticeably, one by one, everyone starts heading over the to the town center. All positions are temporarily left unattended but it's highly doubtful anything bad will happen with lack of supervision for just an hour. It's almost time for the meeting to start.

 

@YoWid
You notice the church has left it's doors open despite being empty. It's right next to the town center, making it reasonable to grab a quick bite to eat along the way. Only snack-foodstuffs are available right now, heated edibles being served in the evening, today's menu has; energy bars, canned hot dogs, dried fruit, and powdered milk though that's reserved for children.

 

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Flavio Jusuit called out to everyone in the kitchen "Town meeting in five, shut if off people"
The fire was put out under the cauldron containing the hot dog stew, heat being too precious to waste in times like this. Cooks and cleaners left the kitchen as quickly as they could, obvious from their expectations that they're not exactly thrilled with their jobs, which is no surprise with Flavio running the scene. A small time celebrity chef with his own cooking show, he tries to recreate that history within the makeshift church cafeteria, giving orders like no tomorrow.

 

As the last of the attendants left, he instructed for the doors to be left open to help ventilate the room from the steam that's built up. With the meeting happening soon, you now have the option of going to the town center like the others.

 



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Posted 11 May 2015 - 03:00 AM

On the way to the church, Widyo met this fair if somewhat detached girl he had met before when setting up fortifications along the hotel's perimeter.

 

He vividly recalled that she 's among the most active and helpful members of this unintentionally-made-yet-necessary post-apocalyptic community and seemed to be one of the most reliable, and that her name is Anya--he remembered quite clearly the moment he got separated from his granny and friends back then, a search-and-rescue group of sort composed of them two; she and another woman, mature-looking yet calm and composed if cold--with distinctive maid outfit, were the one that found him on that fateful day.

 

The latter being the one that dragged him somewhat forcefully and snapped him out of his deep depression by slapping his face and told him to get his fucking ass up and go with them to Greenfield with other survivors or they'll just leave him where he was and go seek other more-cooperative non-zombies they could find. He blinked a couple of times with a blend of embarrassment, anger, and overall bewilderment filling inside him at that very moment, but he managed to get up and go with those two anyway.

 

 He thought that maybe he could shake this feeling off being a ne'er-do-well and good-for-nothing guy by doing stuffs that could be useful for this community he's currently living in right now--maybe by applying to be one of the patrol squad or by joining that Greenfield Holdout Group where he could exercise his writing and make good use of his love of writings and books in general.

 

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So he's at the church now, and he grabbed some dried berries to munch very slowly so as to conserve energy. They were very sour and only slightly sweet, but better than nothing for now, he thought. He saw Anya busy in the cafeteria with others and since she didn't seem to notice him grabbing some dried fruits he just took them and took a boiled water from melted snow in a plastic glass served in the makeshift cafeteria and went out to head for the meeting at the town center.   


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Posted 11 May 2015 - 08:29 AM

Anya had found time to eat while cooking, but had been forced to cleverly conceal this from their star chef who would have found working on the job distasteful and unethical.  Anya usually got on well enough with Flavio simply because she was one of the few kitchen regulars, and also because she was quite good with knives and dismembering the few animals they got in here.  

 

She'd finished cutting up the meat for tonight's dinner when he called for them to stop.  She quickly plopped the meat into the snow meant to keep it cold and moved to wash her arms off with the little snow and soap kept for such a purpose.  With a huff of tasks completed, she stuffed a bar into her coat pocket for consumption during the meeting and strode out quickly her shoes clicking against the cold wood. 

 

She found herself trailing after that same man from earlier again...she'd already forgotten his name, but knew it would come to her eventually.  She'd helped to rescue and bring in many of the people here with the help of another woman who worked as a maid.   He was one.  That felt like it'd been ages ago, she'd almost forgotten.  They'd found many survivors together, witnessed many scenes of distress.  Maybe that was why now that they were in the community they rarely interacted, it brought back too much shit.  Still, it was nice to meet up once in awhile, the maid was the only one who knew that she wasn't a simple school student (they'd gotten into some tight spots and Anya had been forced to reveal her knack for getting out of such spots using her knives to carve their way out). 

 

It was a welcome change of pace to once every now and then be treated with respect for her true nature.  And so it was that upon reaching the gathering her eyes began to scan the crowd for Ana. 


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'No!' says the man in the Vatican, 'It belongs to God.'

'No!' says the man in Moscow, 'It belongs to everyone.'

 

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Posted 12 May 2015 - 09:46 AM

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In front of the crowd was a small, makeshift stand where a suited man stood addressing the crowd. It was Kenneth, a journalist for a popular newspaper back in civilized times, though now he was part of the Council of Four as it's Minister of Justice and Public Speaker. He often held meetings before to announce rules or events, but he never made it compulsory for everyone to attend before, thus giving a tense atmosphere as people dreaded what he would say.

 

"Citizens of Greenfield, might I first thank you all for attending today" He was very well spoken "It disheartens me to say this but we have bad news regarding one of our trade partners in the area"

 

An assistant of his help up a large map of the local area, there are a few highlighted locations indicating other settlements with living people inside; Walmart-town was the nearest, being made out of a supermarket and car park into a fortified settlement, then there was a large apartment building called Highrise far off into the city, then right at the far end of the map was Blackpool.

 

"We've lost contact with Blackpool, Highrise and Walmart-town haven't heard from them or received any recent trade" His voice shook a bit "As we all know, Blackpool is the only settlement we know of that produces fuel"

 

Blackpool was a very important settlement just because of that fact. It was lucky to have a large gas station and several fuel trucks parked within it, as well as a nearby car park full of cars which can be salvaged of fuel. They literally had the most influence in the entire area since fuel can no longer be made and is needed for vehicles and generators to work.

People in the crowd started mumbling amongst themselves, scared whispers and worries started to spread.

 

"What are we going to do?" Screamed one woman

 

"If we haven't got cars, we might as well lock ourselves away from the outside world!" Shouted a man

 

The crowd started to get louder and louder as Kenneth tried to quiet them down. Insults and pushing start to erupt. 



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Posted 16 May 2015 - 11:21 PM

Anya had gotten there in time to hear his speech and see the map.  She committed the map to memory immediately, she'd been trying now for months to get a good look at a map in case leaving ever mounted in importance, which as she was being jostled now, it very well may be. 

 

It wasn't until one of the younger men reached up her skirt for a feel as she stood that her patience got a bit testy.  With a well executed foot under foot, she sent him toppling to the ground and amidst the commotion managed to plant a firm foot on his chest and lean down brushing her hair back over her shoulder, "If you ever touch me again without my permission, I'll cut your hands off and dump you over the side of the wall to wave your stumps at the zombies as they come running for your throat." 

 

With that she turned to leave just in time for some of the more vocal ones to grab her and push her with a surge forward to land at the foot of the journalist's desk along with a few other crying and frightened young women and a crippled boy.   The people who had done this began to shout over the crying of the others. Anya appeared petrified doing her best to appear small, delicate, and utterly terrified.

 

"We should send this lot, they do nothing but accept food, resources, and protection without giving anything back.  Send them to figure out what happened, if they don't come back no skin off our backs.  Most of them refuse to improve moral or have kids.  And the boy can't lift things or walk right.  He might as well be dead."

 

Anya wanted to murder each one of them and a dark glint entered her eye for a moment as she imagined how good it would feel.

 

"These are the ones who shoulda been got already by the infection anyway.  We say they make themselves useful! Any of them that can find a man who wants to share his resources that's no problem, but why should the rest of us have to give up food and protection for a bunch of useless scared women and a cripple boy." 


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Is a man not entitled to the sweat of his brow?

'No!' says the man in Washington, 'It belongs to the poor.'

'No!' says the man in the Vatican, 'It belongs to God.'

'No!' says the man in Moscow, 'It belongs to everyone.'

 

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Posted 19 May 2015 - 10:05 AM

Shortly after the commotion was over and people stared at each other in very awkward and uncomfortable silence, Widyo volunteered himself with a low, almost hushed yet determined voice.

 

"I'll go get the fuel to Blackpool with anyone that's willing to go with me there. I'll leave tonight."

 

(When he was saying 'anyone', his sight only briefly scanned Anya and Ana, but said nothing himself.)

 

What else do I got to lose, anyway? I'd only be one of em living dead when I act like one; might as well do this shit, he thought.

 

"I'll be on Mad Max's place." he added, and left the town center without further ado.


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Posted 19 May 2015 - 08:34 PM

"Hush now." Anastasiya Bessunov spoke to the man. "If you so useful, why not go yourself instead of sending defenseless ones?" She cleared her throat. "Very respectable, shoving child to the ground." She groaned, and offered her hand to Anya to help the girl to her feet. "Apologies for lateness." She said simply. "I would say you are smarter one than zadrota with big mouth." Standing the younger girl up, she climbed atop the desk. "I go find fuel. All brave men and woman will join me, yes?"

 

Having been on similar missions in the past, she was known amongst a few as "that Russian lady who gets shit done". Some parts of the crowd murmured amongst themselves in agreement.


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Posted 11 June 2015 - 12:31 PM

Kenneth steadied himself groggily, an assistant wiping the blood from his head wound that a thrown rock made. It was obvious that the people of Greenfield aren't in the best of moods, though whether it's a stress release or rejection of the problem at hand is down to interpretation.

 

As the crowd started to disperse from brawls, he called out "Citizens, we are devising a plan as I speak to deal with the situation"

 

He explained that a possible expedition will take place to ensure the fate of Blackpool, talks are currently going on with neighboring settlements to put together the supplies and numbers. It will most likely begin near the end of the week, depending on volunteers.

 

Despite this, half the crowd had already left and those remaining sneered in lack of faith. It seems people really are tired of the 'world is ending' scenario.

 

In partial resentment and fear of being hit by another rock, Kenneth informs anyone who wishes to take part to approach his office in the Greenfield hotel. And by office, he meant his badly improvised hotel room on the second floor. 



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Posted 19 February 2016 - 03:56 AM

After spacing out for what looked like half a year, Widyo walked with determination to Kenneth's office in the Greenfield Hotel. He didn't talk much to anyone this time. It's just now his eyes are set with a purpose and his steps steady with almost palpable confidence--even if he's unsure of what perils lie ahead.


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