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Post by The Jiggler on Jul 1, 2015 0:34:27 GMT -4
Xiaj
You awake with a pink flare by a military-grade crate behind you. You are in the woods close to an intersection between three dirt trails. You wear only light tunics and a loincloth. You are warm but the air is chilly. You assume it is noon but quickly approaching dusk. It's partially-cloudy with the foliage blotting out most of the sun, allowing serene patches of sunlight to dance on the forest floor. You suffer from amnesia and have no recollection of why you're here aside from the person next to you is a close friend. |
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Post by Deleted on Jul 1, 2015 0:44:07 GMT -4
Killian Iverson -
Killian sat up, rubbing his temples as he recuperated his thoughts and vision. Once the pain in his head had subsided a bit, he moved his hands to his eyes where he rubbed them as well in an attempt to make sense of the blurry images around him. When he opened his eyes again, he turned, ignoring the crate as he let his attention wander to his companion who was also dazed. "Rafael... what the hell happened?" Killian asked, his words separated significantly as he was still regaining his thoughts and consciousness.
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Post by Τι κοιτάς ρε on Jul 1, 2015 1:39:02 GMT -4
Rafael Ibargüengoitia.
"..La ciudad de los palacios va dejando paso al alba.." Café Tacuba resonated in Rafael's eardrums, or at least it did in his feverish dreams. But then he finally woke up, a pink flare stopping the "Re" album in his dreams.
He woke up, his vision, his smell, his hearing, every sense of him stirred and battered. If he could use anything to describe his situation at that particular instant, a certain Led Zeppelin song, 'Dazed and Confused' would be the first thing to come to mind. He heard his mate Killian talk out to him but couldn't really make anything of it, his thoughts just bouncing all over the place, comparable to that scene in MiB where everything is destroyed by a forever bouncing object. That unstoppable bouncy force were his thoughts trying to recover inside his hazy mind.
"Oye.. Uhm, hey.. Killian, uh, w-what? Where are we?"
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Post by The Jiggler on Jul 1, 2015 1:54:26 GMT -4
Killian Iverson -
Your pain fades away to only be replaced with a slight headache. You become slightly chilly as a gust blows leaves by you and sends coldness through your body.
Rafael Ibargüengoitia -
Your senses hit you like a train. Suddenly, perfumes and bright colors infiltrate your brain. It rushes to recognize these elements before reacting to your current situation. You have a chill run through you as a gust blows through your chest. You begin to mumble out the words, barely audible by your friend next to you.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 1, 2015 19:57:54 GMT -4
Killian Iverson -
"Hell if I know mate. I know that I'm freezing my ass off in this weather though," Killian said, standing up. His balance was flustered and he tipped left and right, eventually losing his entire center of gravity. As he began to fall, he was relieved as he felt his hands grip the crate at the last second which stopped his downfall. Once he regained his balance, he looked up and attempted to open the crate. "Maybe there's something in here..."
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Post by Τι κοιτάς ρε on Jul 1, 2015 20:34:59 GMT -4
Rafael Ibargüengoitia.
Before he could even speak another word, his senses began to experience what could only be comparable to a flurry of punches to his nervous system. Of course, this was way too fast for his confused mind to even begin to acknowledge before it was over. Vibrant colours he can't place, varied and contrasting fragances of which he has no recollection.
"A la mierda.. F-Fuck, it is pretty cold". Those words came out of his mouth, and to further support his claim, he was able to see his own breath every syllable he spoke, or rather, mumbled. He saw Killian nearly fall over, "Watch out, eh."
He too was intrigued by the contents of the crate and quickly rushed over to help his friend open it, giving it a little kick, which only resulted in a prick-like pain on his toe, followed by a small amount of Spanish cursing.
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Post by The Jiggler on Jul 1, 2015 20:58:46 GMT -4
Killian Iverson -
You begin to push over the crate's lid with all your strength. (-400 Calories.) Rafael comes over and kicks the lid off. Inside are two beef ravioli MREs, a long Damascus sword with a G41 (Glock-41) with a grip. Also, there is a M16A4 with a red-dot sight and a M203 underbarrel grenade launcher with four 40mm grenades. A centipede crawls up your calf.
Rafael Ibargüengoitia -
You kick open the open the crate with your foot. You've possibly broken your toe or sprained your foot (-200 calories.)
Tip:
Killian's appropriate calorie intake would be three 3,177 calories per day. If only consuming 2,542 calories per day, he will begin to lose weight. At anything under 1,906 calories per day, he will lose extreme amounts of weight and begin to become malnourished and pass over into starvation, a weaker mental state, and weaker immune system, making him more vulnerable to diseases.
Rafael's appropriate calorie intake would be 3,009 calories per day. If only consuming 2,407 calories per day, he will begin to lose weight. At anything under 1,805 calories per day, he will lose extreme amounts of weight and begin to become malnourished and pass over into starvation, a weaker mental state, and weaker immune system, making him more vulnerable to diseases.
Hunting at the least every day for one hour and acquiring good meat, this should feed both of you for one day or two. If you hunt every two or so hours and get small game, it will suffice to get enough food for that day, and maybe tomorrow's breakfast.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 1, 2015 21:09:47 GMT -4
Killian Iverson -
Killian reaches down and grabs the centipede, crushing it's head to kill if before tossing it on the lid of the crate. If worse came to worse, he'd eat it later on maybe.
For now he reached in and grabbed the G41 along with the sword. He also reaches in and takes the MRE and then turns to his companion. "Well, we'd best look around. Grab that assault rifle. I'm willing to bet we'll need it," Killian said, gesturing toward it with he G41.
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Post by Τι κοιτάς ρε on Jul 1, 2015 21:22:08 GMT -4
Rafael Ibargüengoitia.
"Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck, mierda!" His foot was in sharper pain than initially.
"Daaaaaamn, this will come in handy." While Killian grabbed the Glock and the sword, Rafael went for the M16A4, amazed with the grenade launcher, inspecting it closely for a bit. His fingers gripped nicely on it, gave him a rediscovered sense of safety he thought was lost in this strange, cold place.
After that, he took his respective MRE, nodding to his companion, willing to explore the area with him.
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Post by The Jiggler on Jul 1, 2015 21:37:05 GMT -4
As you begin to wonder about the forest, you spot a trail of smoke coming from the trees and decide to investigate. You're almost spotted by a sentry on a platform high in the trees. He seems to have weird markings on his face and is holding a RPK with a chair, torch, and what seems like a clay bowl with a limp waterskin. The perch is fenced up to the waist. It appears to be a bandit camp.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 1, 2015 21:44:56 GMT -4
Killian Iverson -
Killian stops dead in his tracks with his comrade Rafael. "Mate, these guys ain't up to no good. We'd best take them out. Do you have any ideas though? I've one, but yours is probably gonna be better," Killian said.
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Post by Τι κοιτάς ρε on Jul 1, 2015 21:52:46 GMT -4
Rafael Ibargüengoitia.
"To be honest, I've zero ideas, so I'm all ears for your plan. We're better off with those lads dead." He steadied his grip on the weapon, trying to get a better view of the lad perched as sentry.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 1, 2015 21:58:28 GMT -4
Killian Iverson -
"I reckoned so. If we try to move in, I bet we'll be spotted, but we can at least try it. I'll move over to the stack of crates as stealthily as possible. If I'm spotted by that sentry, I need to let loose. Once I get to the wall, I'd cover you. Then we'd get a better look and go from there. That sound good," Killian asked.
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Post by The Jiggler on Jul 1, 2015 22:12:56 GMT -4
Killian Iverson -
As you begin to sneak into the bushes, you sprint on the balls of your feet. Suddenly the sentry whips around to your location. You see this and hide in a bush.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 1, 2015 22:13:41 GMT -4
Killian Iverson -
Killian waits ten minutes before continuing on with the plan.
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Post by The Jiggler on Jul 1, 2015 22:50:07 GMT -4
Killian Iverson -
He looks away and goes to eat something out of his bowl. You reach the crates. One guard with kevlar is standing in front of the crates.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 1, 2015 23:07:59 GMT -4
Killian Iverson -
Killian raises his pistol and aims at the sentry. If the sentry were to spot his friend Rafael, he'd take the shot.
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Post by Τι κοιτάς ρε on Jul 2, 2015 0:55:16 GMT -4
Rafael Ibargüengoitia.
"Okay, the plan sounds good enough for me. I can try taking a shot from here if all goes wrong." He patiently waited and observed Killian move, until he saw him finally arrive at the crates with no further complication. Seeing as his friend was already there, Rafael followed Killian's path quickly.
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Post by The Jiggler on Jul 2, 2015 1:19:58 GMT -4
Rafael Ibargüengoitia -
You successfully make it across and are standing with your Killian.
Killian Iverson -
You can now take them out stealthily one by one or try to use your guns and go in ablazing. The second option is more dangerous, but it is more epic. The first one is a bit more boring, but it is easier and safer.
Both of you have lost five hundred calories from running to the crates.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 2, 2015 14:00:57 GMT -4
Killian Iverson -
"There's a man in kevlar on the other side of the wall. We could possibly draw him out by throwing something," Killian said, relaying his plan silently to his friend, Rafael.
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Post by Τι κοιτάς ρε on Jul 2, 2015 21:50:17 GMT -4
Rafael Ibargüengoitia.
"Good idea. Now, onto what to throw..." He looked for anything that he could throw that was noticeable enough for the bloke at the other side.
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Post by The Jiggler on Jul 21, 2015 20:28:33 GMT -4
Rafael Ibargüengoitia
You grope the ground to find a decent sized rock. It is quite heavy though and will require a little extra effort to throw.
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