Post by gwebster2 on Jun 15, 2015 20:03:36 GMT -4
We used to be rich, we did.
Yes, the group of Englishmen and Women wondering down the abandoned cobble stone streets in the foggy wilderness used to be nobles. They all had different personalities sure, but they all had one thing in common. The peasants were below them. Now, however, there was no peasants to be above. Their previously fancy, comfortable clothes were in rags, sophisticated dresses had lost their poofyness, as it were.
They weren't in good shape, and things weren't about to get any better. Some of the men were equipped with rifles, sweeping the fog for any of THEM to show up.
For the first time in days, they came across a small town. The sign said WELCOME TO GA-. The bit that revealed the name of it had been blown apart by a shotgun.
They thought they were safe, thought they were hidden. That none of those THINGS could find them. They were wrong. Those THINGS knew where they were the whole time, and were now waiting for the time to strike...
The first man on point looked into the alleyway. He saw one of THEM. Those piercing red eyes, that tall and slender figure.
"GOT YOU NOW, BLOKE." A shot rang out and the man on point flopped to the floor like a popped waterballoon.
"AHA." Several of the well dressed attackers appeared from the shadows. Their hats were clean, their guns cleaner, and their skin even cleanerer. They were strange, metallic men, and they had surrounded some of the last humans on earth.
"PUT DOWN YOUR ARMS AND STAND STILL SO WE CAN SHOOT YOU BETTER. LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, PREPARE TO DIE." The leader commanded.
There was five of the metallic men in all, each had a different angle of fire. The ringleader, self proclaimed, "fanciest of them all" had two flint lock pistols locked and loaded. The impossibly large barrels of the pistol pointed at the foreheads of two of the armed guards.
We wouldn't go down without a fight, of course. We had guns. An older gentlemen of ours fired a shot from his musket and pinged off the red cyclops eye of the ring leader, sending him spiraling the ground.
"BUGGER." The ring leader said monotonously. The older man was suddenly filled with holes and was on the ground. Suddenly all the metallic men had to reload.
"DO NOT MOVE. PROCEED TO STAND STILL." Said one with a cap on. The humans were already on the run, and had dissipated into the fog.
You are one of those lucky survivors. You better book it.
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Please, introduce yourself with a character paragraph.
Edward Connorston's bowler hat insisted on flying off of his head, but he would not let it be so. He clutched one hand on his had, keeping his hat down, and the other one on a dangling revolver pistol. Why the metallic men insisted on older fashioned weaponry, he didn't know, but it didn't make them any less terrifying.
There was a gaping whole in his left pantleg, and the sole of one of his shoes flopped along dangling by a thread. His mutton chops and beard had grown out of control by now.
