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| =Alexandy Marvelle: Survivor= | | =Alexandy: Survivor= |
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| | Just a normal teen fending off brainmunchers with a pool cue. |
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| == Backstory == | | == Log == |
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| A thirteen year old boy, sat slumped on a fire hyderent. As he stirred the ruined building next to him began to fall even more. He stood, surveying the damage on both him and the building and unlike the latter, he seemed fine. He peered over to the hydrent and spotted a black baseball cap on the top, grabbing and placing it on his head, it went well with his dark blue, short-sleeved shirt, black jeans, and grey sneakers. "Dark clothing and unlit streets, I'm almost invisible," he thought to himself admiring his outfit in a nearby puddle, as he got to his shoes, he noticed a gun at his feet and upon closer insepction he saw it had a fully loaded clip still inside "Must've fallen out of some poor guy's pocket," he figured "I'm going to need more than one clip to stay alive though," he remembered catching a courpse in the corner of his eye. He looked around and saw a broken address plate, making out the shapes and putting them together they ended up reading "3564" he remembered this address, it was the poilice station down the street from his school, he looked at the ruin beside him and figured that this was that police station and without thinking he started searching through the plie of debries & rubble. A few minutes later he ended up finding five loaded pistol clips, two handheld radios, and a flak jacket, putting on the jacket and stuffing the clips and radios in his pocket, he looked off to the west and remembered about a military force somewhere in that direction, he figured he should find them, "Maybe they have more supplies," that was a good enough reason for him. He walked off in the opposite direction of the now rising sun and started tuning one of the radios, hunting for a clear signal.
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| | | ''' March 1st: ''' |
| == Goals ==
| | After a few days of running for my life, I stumbled upon the old police station, still in fine condition. I looted for a few minutes and found a loaded pistol and a radio, along with a First aide kit someone dropped and the fire axe from the "In case of fire" box, countinued out and stopped at the old warehouse near Thompson Mall. Maybe I can get some more stuff there tomarrow. |
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| Protect Fort Creedy, set up a "Fort Creedy Watch" in the Veichle depot, stay standing.
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| == Currently ==
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| In fort Creedy, jumping from building to building colleting supplies from each, usually tearing down the veichle depot barricades to claim as his own.
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Latest revision as of 06:51, 2 March 2009
Alexandy: Survivor
Just a normal teen fending off brainmunchers with a pool cue.
Log
March 1st:
After a few days of running for my life, I stumbled upon the old police station, still in fine condition. I looted for a few minutes and found a loaded pistol and a radio, along with a First aide kit someone dropped and the fire axe from the "In case of fire" box, countinued out and stopped at the old warehouse near Thompson Mall. Maybe I can get some more stuff there tomarrow.
