The New Germ

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Campaign: The New Germ
(And you thought Necrosis was bad)

Players: 4-6

Difficulty: Medium-Hard

V1 Ruleset

Scenario:

Welcome to the prosperous island of Maison, an economically advanced city with the neighboring peninsula of Hope to the north west. For 17 years, hope and Maison have established a busy trade route, and every two weeks, Hope's ocean liner docks in and delivers food to Maison. In turn, Maison delivers ammunition and weapon supplies every month to Hope. A few weeks ago, Hope's ocean liner did not dock into the port of Maison as expected. Two weeks later came the same instance, nothing.With the food supply dwindling, mayor of Maison, Gerald Humphrey, not wanting to endanger any of the islanders' lives has called any and all volunteers to journey to Hope, and investigate the current happenings.

Rules

I don't care who's a variant and who's not. It won't mess up my campaign that much, so feel free. But please, no submitting Fat Man from the Cholesterol Cave along with his sidekick Lard Boy.

Noobs AND vets are free to join, but remember, if I only receive new people, I will accept only the best, and no, sorry, I won't feel sorry for you if you don't get in over someone who got in and is already in 45 campaigns or whatever.Okay, maybe just a little sorry. Chances are his campaign and Rping skills were just better toned for campaign than yours, no big, just that you have to wait for the next campaign.

If you are the greatest T3h 1337 h4x0r on the forum, and can slice up a horde of zombies upside down, in space, on fire, or while playing Elite Beat Agents, Guitar Hero, and DDR Extreme at the same time, none of that matters if you aren't on XF pretty frequently. Like, if ZM auditions, and his audition is awesome, and somebody else auditions, and they aren't that great, but then ZM starts to NEVER be on ever again, obviously, I'm all in for the other guy.

I don wasnt txt lijke thios.(I don't want text like this) Please, if you want to get into my campaign, all I ask is that you tighten up some loose ends with your grammar.

Auditions

You guys know the drill, I'd like a PM to me, D.N.A., consisting of the following items:

A link to your character sheet
A scenario of combat consisting of as many actions your character has
A sample of some role playing as that character (You can make it up on the spot or copy and paste from eagle's peak, it doesn't matter)

Oh, by the way, I'm only gonna allow you to audition, let's call it two characters max to my campaign. If neither of your characters get into my campaign, tough.

Hints & Tips

Okay, so, I've readded a thing to my campaign that has been lost with the memories: SEARCHING FOR ITEMS. Okay, so the instructions for doing this is in your post, you set your character up, like, Dudeman strays behind the group, and examines the floor for items of any use.[?] Trust me, that WILL come in handy. Oh, and I'd do that whenever possible, because EVERY SINGLE AREA YOU WILL BE IN in my campaign has some goodies lying around. Oh, and Perceptive players and Scavengers will work extremely well in my campaign.
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Players

1. Scarecrow as Rueben Sandstone
2. Chrislazz91 as Antonio Spinnelo
3. t3hreaper as Dominic
4. Shadowmarch as Omega
5. LukeV1-5 as Sonny Traa
6. KyoraMishiso as Myrtle

And so we commence.

Chapter 1, No Hope

Antonio Spinnelo, a wrinkled man with a nice looking gun at his side sat by a fountain, reading a brochure. He was in the city of Maison, a bright city with towers and skyscrapers that hung high above Spinnelo’s head. The island folks walked by the old man, and waved in a timid manner to him, a sign of greeting that seemed as if it were instinct to the people. Antonio, however, had his face stuck so far down in that paper, he didn’t even notice the four other people sitting and standing by him and the fountain, holding that same brochure. Colonists gathered from all over now to see the team that would ultimately hold their lives in their hands. Islanders looked confused to see the team of what looked to be like an old man, two average joes, one with a belt made of explosives and the other armed as if he were going hiking; an omen-esque boy who’s smile seemed to pain him, a Navy SEAL, and a girl with mezmorizing eyes. The old man is the first to speak, “So, are you all here for the job, too,” he speaks with a slight accent. The SEAL replies with a one-worded answer, “Yep.” The crowd seems to be getting larger as the seconds pass by, as the group waits at the so called rendezvous point the brochure had explained to them. “Why isn’t Humphrey here yet,” asks an islander to another. Another remarks, “Humphrey must really be desperate,” the comment sounded as if directed to the Antonio, stressing that ‘really’ part as if the old man had no feelings. It is then that they notice it; or at least, everybody but Antonio. The signs for food. New prices everywhere. You couldn’t even move your eyes without encountering at least one big red ‘X’ in your face. The group decides to keep waiting for whomever they were supposed to meet, hoping that they’re just trying to fight the crowd to get to them and that they’ll be there soon.
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[t3hreaper]

Dom stands by the fountain, studying the brochure he recieved. He looked around at the group, studying their appearances. He looks at his watch, and wonders why this person, Humphrey, is late.
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V1 character(s)- Dom, Cross, Cronos, Misery, Zeke, Sarah, Unknown, Doc
V2 Characters - Chester, Unknown, Zeke,

[KyoraMishiso]

Myrtle lets out a yawn as she looks over the group. Even though her two eyes were attached, it was almost as if her green eye was normal but the blue eye was a far more powerful thing as it rotated around, trying to size up the group.

"Okay. Not much time left, so lets get started."

She moved from studying the people to looking at the earth for things. Perceptive
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Thank you Eriukur! <3

[Chrislazz91]

The old italian sighed as he closed the brochure and stuffed it in his vest pocket. He put his weight on the stock of his springfield rifle as he stood up, wincing at the backpain that plagued him in his old age. He turned to his new comrades with a tired expression, gazing into each of their faces. His portly mustache twitched on his lip as he spoke. "Well, I suppose if we shall be working together, introductions are in order." He eyed the group talking about him apathetically. You learn to accept the descrimination when it's been done to you forever.

He took his italian hat off and bowed to the group in a proper manner. His bald spot brightly reflected the sun's light. "I, am Antonio Spinnelo." He said as he raised himself back up painfully. "You may call me Anthony if you wish." He lifted his rifle and examined the barrel's snap trigger. "Do any of you actually know what we're here for? I could not read the brochure well... I...am not a good reader." He grimaced as he thought on this, putting his hat back on his head.

"Who might you all be?"
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A life lived for others is the only life worth living.
-Albert Einstein
Characters: Vincent and the Kid., Antonio, Jonathon, Vincent, age 25

[t3hreaper]

Dom looks up from the brochure at the old man. "Nice to meet you Anthony." he said. "I would be Dominik, but everyone calls me Dom," he replies, "and I believe we're here to investigate why the trade ship from Hope is not ariving anymore."
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V1 character(s)- Dom, Cross, Cronos, Misery, Zeke, Sarah, Unknown, Doc
V2 Characters - Chester, Unknown, Zeke,

[KyoraMishiso]

"I remember you, Dom. If only briefly."

Myrtle said. She came up and took a bow.

"Myrtle. Not my given name, but I use it as a protection and it works this far. Myrtle Cessna. Nice to met you all."

She adjusted her red jacket and sighed.

"Stupid trade ship...urgh..."
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Thank you Eriukur! <3

[D.N.A.]

Myrtle finds a piece of bread, which was nearly trampled on before she had intervened. This piece of bread can be consumed in later battles for +1 muscle for one post!
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[Chrislazz91]

Antonio grimaced as Myrtle picked the bread off the ground. "Filthy. How can you possibly expect to find use for something that is covered in dirt and grime?"
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A life lived for others is the only life worth living.
-Albert Einstein
Characters: Vincent and the Kid., Antonio, Jonathon, Vincent, age 25

[KyoraMishiso]

"Look. The world is run on exchange. You pay for what you get. I payed looking around at the ground and picking up something that's been there to get a piece of bread that was on the ground. I gave a little, I got a little."

She said, putting the bread away and taking out a cigarette.

"Filthy disgusting terrible bad habit." She muttered as she lit up and smoked it.
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Thank you Eriukur! <3

[Shadowmarch]

"Equivalent exchange is non-existent you jolly prick. It doesn't matter how much you put into living you will all be crushed by my mighty grip. You will address me as Omega."

Omega threw the brochure aside before it hit the ground he quickly unsheathed Prenuncius slashing the paper in half. He laughed evil as he began to stab the floor.
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[Chrislazz91]

He had to agree with the principle behind Myrtle's actions. "I suppose I'll have to learn how to be as perserverant as you are... and yes. That is indeed a disgusting habit. I hope you are trying to break it." The old man smiled warmly and sat back down at the fountain, wiping a bead of sweat from his thick brow.

"And calm down, boy. Nothing can be achieved by killing an old man nearing his death bed in the first place."
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A life lived for others is the only life worth living.
-Albert Einstein
Characters: Vincent and the Kid., Antonio, Jonathon, Vincent, age 25

[KyoraMishiso]

"Jolly? You say that like I'm Saint Nick."

She laughed.

"Well, trust me, kiddo. I've done my fair share of bad things. I'm a sinner, too."

She looked at her palms.

"And you'd be surprised. It's like the Law of Fours. You can try to deny it exists, but it's immeasurable in it's power."

She puffed out the smoke.

"I've been trying to quit since I first started, to little success it seems. As my dad would say, I have to pay a higher price."
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Thank you Eriukur! <3

[Scarecrow]

"Hey, food is food. If worse comes to worse, I know that I'd prefer something that I found in the street over, well, nothing."

Blinking, he remarked "Oh, and I'm Reuben. I understand that we're supposed to go investigate a food shipment, right? Well, this Humphrey fellow better hurry up..."

With a sigh, Reuben looked to the waters of the fountain for anything of use.
Perceptive

[D.N.A.]

The borchure blows into the crowd, and as a settler reads it, he confirms to the rest of the crowd that this is the group going to investigate the disappearance of Hope's ocean-liner. Sonny , about to speak was interrupted by the crowd of people spontaneously cheering as it breaks to let someone or something through. As the figure breaks through to the party, Omega ses a glimpse of the man coming their way, exclaiming, "Oh my, a plum," simultaneously as a stout, short man with clean brown hair, combed to the side. He shakes the hands of each of the group, hesitating before shaking Omega's, and addresses himself as Gerald Humphrey, mayor of island of Maison. "If you would follow me, please," he said happily, walking through the mob of people who seemed to make a pathway for him as he did, the wobbling Humphrey chuckling, holding his stomach as he walked towards a large boat a few yards away.

Rueben scrounges around the fountain to find $7 in money!
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