After the Alien attack in 2023, many of the world'€™s governments were in ruins. Few of them with the resources to defend against, let alone counter, the first attack made by the superior race.
In February of 2024, a new defense force emerged from the USA to defend the earth as we know it; Alien Terror Control. ATC, being funded by the US Government, receives access to the top of the line weapons, planes, research, and personal.
ATC's mission is to protect the US and stop the Aliens at their roots. Beware, more then just Aliens work against ATC and threats from the inside are worse then the out.
The world'€™s fate is in ATC's hands, Your Hands. Will you fight against the Alien race in defending your home planet? Or will you join with them out of Greed and Power Mongering? The choice is yours.
The New King... Crumbs. It has been an intressting few years, 4 weeks really, but whos counting?
After fleeing the POW camp (at last the voices would call it such), more commonly known as Kingsboro Psychiatric Center, you made a nice home below everyone elses. One day, only 1 hour changed this... once the attack had ended, and the voices told you it was ok, you emerged from the undergound to find the runied City, your new kingdom.
Currently, your court is held in the half standing building of Public School 135 in East Flatbush. The school has manythings of value, even can openers! The canned food and large bowls spraling from the ground holding water have made survivle easer.
the school has many items in it, think of what would be in a school. No power to the building or heat. If you want something OOC it in a post or PM it to me, based on your Chars background I will allow the scavaging of minor items at will - only if the item would normally be where you are looking
This day begins with you pawing though the remaining stock of dwindling canned food looking for breakfeast...
"The Clock of Life is Wound But Once"
-Some Old Guy
-Shinling
*Crash-clang-boom*, the sounds of discarded cooking implements hitting the floor as Crumbs, the king of Fresh Kill searches once again for the food the nobles have been hoarding for themselves. "DO NOT DEFY ME BARON, I CAN HAVE YOU EXECUTED FOR TREASON!". The king shouts to an invisible audience. His ranting continuing until at last he finds it, the last can of olives. "Your not stealing, now are you baron", the king utters as he spins to face his imaginary foe. "I knew you could not be trusted.".
With a shrill whistle Crumbs summons Napolean, his most trusted general, who in reality is a boston terrier. The small fur ball answering in a series of small yips and yaps. Four little feet carrying the dog to the vagrants feet. "General take this traitor from my sight. Perhaps some time with the rack will help him to know his place". The terrier cocking its head to the side in response to the request.
Walking to the throne at the head table, Crumbs places the can with the other goods and takes a seat. "Ah, now lets see...", he says out loud. "Two boxes of powdered milk, six packages of ramen noodles, a jar of peanut butter, one fuzzy green mitten, a pair of old gym socks, two cans of chicken noodle soup, a one gallon can of baked beans, four packages of taco seasoning, a really big kitchen knife, one can of lighter fluid, half a pack of cigarettes, three bic lighters, a hello kitty backpack, and a can of olives, and last but not least a first aid kit from what used to be the nurses office. Taking up the backpack he then greedily begins to stuff his loot until the bag can't hold anymore and smiles strangely...
...And the stone of the earth and the wind in the sky bowed before the wisdom of the Ancient One...
Crumbs finishes placing the items into the backpack and turns to notice Napolean staring back at him blankly. "Ah general, your quick return denotes that the baron will think twice before making another error in judgement. Well done". The bum reaches down, grabs up his coat and dons it. "Well sir shall we be on our way?", the words flowing as if the terrier were a trusted confident. "We still need to investigate the brownstones down the way. To insure our taxes are secured from the people promptly". Snatching up the backpack he then turns with no further words and makes for the hole in the wall where he entered the school...
...And the stone of the earth and the wind in the sky bowed before the wisdom of the Ancient One...
Napolean seems to understand the last part of what his king stated, barks and following at the man's side.
Crumbs finds the hole with no problems... or at least one of them, the school is almost half of what it used to be. The light sings your eyes slightly as you being to make your way into the day. The rubble and broken.. well everything, blocks many paths and almost forces you to talk to the west, walking along Linden blvd. Most of the buildings are completly flat.
"The Clock of Life is Wound But Once"
-Some Old Guy
-Shinling
*Tap-tap-tap*, Crumbs staff strikes the broken concrete of the sidewalk as he walks westward. "Raise the spirits they say, lift morale they say. Damn nobles never happy with what they have...", he utters through a greasy beard. He stops and peeks around the corner of the building, then confident he is alone proceeds across the thorough fare. "The Napolean will know what to do they say, council with the Roth brothers they say, never is it fine job you have done or perhaps your right sire...", his steps become more determined the closer he gets.
*Tap-tap-tap*, Crumbs passes by a row of parked and now vacant cars. Their owners now either having fled or taken by the enemy. He pulls a half smoked cigar from the brest pocket of his stained field jacket and puts it to his lips. Then lights it with an old bic that he produced from the same worn pocket. He looks at the row of brown stones and moves to a set of stairs leading down into a basement apartment, leaving a trail of bluish smoke behind him. The rest of the building in shambles. He descends down until several steps later he stands before the door. The tired eyes of the king of fresh kill, study the obstruction for a moment. *Boom*, his shoulder barrels forward to strike the door in front of him. His intention to sack the dwelling of the huns...
Couldn't let this post not be used. It seems to fit the situation with a couple of quick alterations.
...And the stone of the earth and the wind in the sky bowed before the wisdom of the Ancient One...
Thats why I didn't delete it yet : D I was going to copy paste, but figured you'd want to change it alittle : D
You continue down the streen, almost to the intersection of Utica and Linden. Your shoulder sticking the door, which is a half broken home - which the door is not even really needed for as there is a whole in one of the above walls, makes a large crashing boom. The unlocked door flys open, Napolean charges into the new area you following.
A root celler, half collapsed on the far sounthern side. It is very dark in the in celler and the door you pushed in give little light. A moldy smell hits your nose. The room is covered in a thin layer of dust as items lay scattered about the floor.
"The Clock of Life is Wound But Once"
-Some Old Guy
-Shinling
"Ah, this is more like it eh Napolean, it would seem we have stumbled into the treasury of the hun king himself.", Crumbs states boldly. Oddly the strange smell fails to dismay the king, mold and other strange aroma's being the man's boon companions. In the dim almost non exsistant light, the enlightened vagabond begins to sort through his new found wealth for anything he may find useful.
Meanwhile, on the farside of the cellar a boston terrier begins to yip and dig furiously at the space where a large New York rat stood just seconds before...
Added some flavor text for Napolean...
...And the stone of the earth and the wind in the sky bowed before the wisdom of the Ancient One...
I have no problems with flavor text! I get last say, but anything is reason is good for me : D
Crumbs bends low and starts to look though a pile of rusted or broken tools
Crumbs ears purk as the sound of nails.. or claws rather... sitter accrost a broken concreat floor. one of the hun kings fattened pigs.. ripe for the plucking Just as this throught crosses your mind, you hand finds a handle of a tool. Its an old collapsible shovle from world war 2.
This shovle will work well as what it was intented for or .. could make a make shaft weapon.
"The Clock of Life is Wound But Once"
-Some Old Guy
-Shinling
Crumbs withdraws his new found collapsable axe and is about to admire the find when a nearby skittering of nails catches his attention. Almost instinctively, the shovel comes downward *BANG!*. As the vagabond king spots the vermin responsible for Napolean's upheaval of common sense, and under his breath utters a single word, "LUNCH"...
Swinging for maximum effect against the critter.
...And the stone of the earth and the wind in the sky bowed before the wisdom of the Ancient One...
