Ingame
You are atop the roof of Crew Avenue Police Department. Also here is Totes (45HP).
Somebody has spraypainted HELP US onto a the ground, the paint old and heavily weathered.
- Hour 6. The dead from the surrounding area seemed to have been drawn here to the maximum. Totes talks to you, doesn't give you time respond, keeps talking. It's all very one-sided. And not very nice. You decide its irritation and not honesty, on Totes' part.
This won't be the first time that something or someone illuminates your poorness. There is a point being told, in all, and you've not a thing to do about it except to do.
Since your last turn:
- • Totes says "So. Tell me about yourself. You are..." (40 minutes ago)
- • A zombie from the mobs gargles something. (39 minutes ago)
- • Totes says "Very vapid, I hope you know. Look how you stare. Vapid. What else." (38 minutes ago)
- • Totes says "Drawn-out. Like spaghetti." (34 minute ago)
- • Totes says "No meatballs." (34 minutes ago)
- • Totes says "Do you offer anything, are you not a passive twit?" (29 minute ago)
- • Totes flops on the on the ground, tosses a small object into the air and misses the catch. (21 minutes ago)
- • Totes says "You don't quite fit this place." (21 minutes ago)
- • The groans of the dead have elevated to a level too unbearable; there, the crescendo is marked fullest. Hands slap and slather the walls, minds willing a climb, bodies incapable. (constantly)
Possible actions:
- Go to : minute 12 hour 1 day 1 day 3 weeks later
Inventory:
- You carry a knife, a journal, a bloodied radio and a flare gun. You have a pistol (12) and three spare magazines inside your vest pouches. You are wearing a tactical vest, blue jeans, a white T-shirt and a pair of shoes.
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User:A Helpful Little Gnome
