Post by The Villa Strangiato on Jun 17, 2015 22:10:47 GMT -4
"Passengers, we are experiencing some problems on our flight pattern. Remain in your seats as we make contact with the nearest airport. Thank you." The female voice spoke in the loudspeaker.
You sighed as you looked at your watch. Great, I'll be late, you thought to yourself as you took a look at the paper. London Gazette, the title read as you flipped the page. You spied various eye catching articles, when you looked out the window. Daytime. You saw the ocean waves as you saw an approaching island. Suddenly, someone screamed 'Bomb!'.
And that's what you last saw before everything turned black.
You heard some sort of noise screeching, like a hawk. You opened your eyes as sand was in your mouth, of course marronish red. Great. You expected the worst: A plane Crash.
You shook your foot out of some wreckage, and you slowly crawled out of the wreckage, seeing broken seats, debris, some bodies.
Finally crawling out of the wreckage, you realised you were on a beach. Ahh, a nice, white grain sand beach.
You also saw some other survivors, but the second you saw them you felt something being pointed to your head.
It was some sort of militiaman pointing an AK at your face.
He spoke some broken English.
"You hand up air! Now!"
You slowly got up and complied, seeing other survivors doing the same.
You were lead to some sort of car, a jeep. There were more militiamen in the jeep, carefully watching and herding everyone aboard the trucks like sheep.
(Synopsis)
You were on Flight 262, a flight going to Hungary from the U.S during the conflict of the Sandonesians and the Huseains, two rival factions at war for ages for control of Pandar, a rich, economically stable country. However, you were blown out of the sky for another reason.
Slavic terrorists for years hated Abdual Mikslovac, a well known and loved politician who tried to quell peace in the country. So when the terrorists found out he was traveling on flight 262, agents already working as airport security stowed away semtex with an extremely long radio range. When they found out he was in the middle of the ocean, they blew it.
(History of Pandar)
Pandar is 200,000 miles of square land, in the middle of the Atlantic ocean. Various nomadic tribes from Europe, exploring the ocean, came upon the country and settled it as early as 10,000 B.C.
Going on and on until the 200 A.D, the established country of Pandoneisia banned all export and import with European nations, as many were coming and going to loot the lovely island of its riches.
Pandar, in 1800, had sent various agents to various countries across the globe, bring back various foods and inventions, and stay in these foreign countries and remain in contact, thus many families were born. Many people in foreign nations have exported many inventions, guns, entertainment, even to the current day.
In about 1987, a civil war erupted, and currently is being fought. And you're being dragged in this.
Factions of the Pandorian Nation
(Sandonesians)
The Sandonesians are a group of organized but thinly spread tribal men. They are fighting for a nation entirely ruled of tribes, and the establishment of previously abolished harsh tribal rules. They appose a free democracy and argue that a tribal nation would greatly benefit all.
(Huseains)
Huseains are a barely organized but are in numbers slightly greater than their rivals. They believe in many freedoms, something Pandar has not seen in ages. Many argue that a tribal nation would only divide them, not reunite the nation as a whole. They also want to acknowledge existence to the world.
(Rules)
Standard rping rules
Put Communism- The American Way In other
This is a free roam, your actions can result in your death. You can receive weaponry from fallen enemies, but it's going to be heard taking them down with your fist. Makeshift spears and bows probably are a good way to get your hands on better weaponry. There is no set storyline, however, as any free roam promises, quests are available, and, if you wish, a way to get off the island.
(Cs)
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Appearance:
Bio:
Items(NO FIREARMS, IT'S IMPOSSIBLE TO CARRY A GUN ONBOARD A PLANE, AS WELL AS A POCKET KNIFE):
Other:
You sighed as you looked at your watch. Great, I'll be late, you thought to yourself as you took a look at the paper. London Gazette, the title read as you flipped the page. You spied various eye catching articles, when you looked out the window. Daytime. You saw the ocean waves as you saw an approaching island. Suddenly, someone screamed 'Bomb!'.
And that's what you last saw before everything turned black.
You heard some sort of noise screeching, like a hawk. You opened your eyes as sand was in your mouth, of course marronish red. Great. You expected the worst: A plane Crash.
You shook your foot out of some wreckage, and you slowly crawled out of the wreckage, seeing broken seats, debris, some bodies.
Finally crawling out of the wreckage, you realised you were on a beach. Ahh, a nice, white grain sand beach.
You also saw some other survivors, but the second you saw them you felt something being pointed to your head.
It was some sort of militiaman pointing an AK at your face.
He spoke some broken English.
"You hand up air! Now!"
You slowly got up and complied, seeing other survivors doing the same.
You were lead to some sort of car, a jeep. There were more militiamen in the jeep, carefully watching and herding everyone aboard the trucks like sheep.
(Synopsis)
You were on Flight 262, a flight going to Hungary from the U.S during the conflict of the Sandonesians and the Huseains, two rival factions at war for ages for control of Pandar, a rich, economically stable country. However, you were blown out of the sky for another reason.
Slavic terrorists for years hated Abdual Mikslovac, a well known and loved politician who tried to quell peace in the country. So when the terrorists found out he was traveling on flight 262, agents already working as airport security stowed away semtex with an extremely long radio range. When they found out he was in the middle of the ocean, they blew it.
(History of Pandar)
Pandar is 200,000 miles of square land, in the middle of the Atlantic ocean. Various nomadic tribes from Europe, exploring the ocean, came upon the country and settled it as early as 10,000 B.C.
Going on and on until the 200 A.D, the established country of Pandoneisia banned all export and import with European nations, as many were coming and going to loot the lovely island of its riches.
Pandar, in 1800, had sent various agents to various countries across the globe, bring back various foods and inventions, and stay in these foreign countries and remain in contact, thus many families were born. Many people in foreign nations have exported many inventions, guns, entertainment, even to the current day.
In about 1987, a civil war erupted, and currently is being fought. And you're being dragged in this.
Factions of the Pandorian Nation
(Sandonesians)
The Sandonesians are a group of organized but thinly spread tribal men. They are fighting for a nation entirely ruled of tribes, and the establishment of previously abolished harsh tribal rules. They appose a free democracy and argue that a tribal nation would greatly benefit all.
(Huseains)
Huseains are a barely organized but are in numbers slightly greater than their rivals. They believe in many freedoms, something Pandar has not seen in ages. Many argue that a tribal nation would only divide them, not reunite the nation as a whole. They also want to acknowledge existence to the world.
(Rules)
Standard rping rules
Put Communism- The American Way In other
This is a free roam, your actions can result in your death. You can receive weaponry from fallen enemies, but it's going to be heard taking them down with your fist. Makeshift spears and bows probably are a good way to get your hands on better weaponry. There is no set storyline, however, as any free roam promises, quests are available, and, if you wish, a way to get off the island.
(Cs)
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Appearance:
Bio:
Items(NO FIREARMS, IT'S IMPOSSIBLE TO CARRY A GUN ONBOARD A PLANE, AS WELL AS A POCKET KNIFE):
Other:
