So you lived to see 2013

[GreyCat]

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The shelves rattled, the jars and containers clanking together, his dangling light fixtures swung and flickered, and sprinklings of dust trailing down from the ceiling; all heralding the passing of another earthquake. It was over in a few seconds, but Lorne was used to the tremors and didn't bat an eyelid. Instead, he focused on the screen of his battered laptop. He read through his uncle's email a third time, rapping a beat on the wooden surface of the desk in his irritation. "This is just like that old man," he scowled. "Overflowing with his self inflated ego."

He slammed the computer shut angrily, then cursed at his impulsiveness, hurriedly checking it for damage. "Now he's making me break my equipment." He cursed and stalked out to the door, taking in the changed world; the sky and it's two moons, the shattered windows, pavement and ashphalt, the downed power lines. He sighed. His uncle was right. The world in general was a mess, much different from how it was just ten days before. People needed a new place restart and rebuild. He wondered what excactly his uncle had planned.

The shutters of his shop front shuddered as he punched the wall. Inside, there was a crash as something fell to the ground. Maybe his uncle was right, it was time to leave this place. He headed back inside and straight to his jury-rigged equipment room. First he sent out a vague reply using the same methods his uncle did, one with his address hidden in the meat of the message, so not just everyone could show up, then a similar one over what remained of the radio airwaves.

That done, he sat back in his chair and shut the gear off with a bemused expression. "I guess I better start packing then."

[Final Fantasy Revolution]

The waters were rough and murky, there was no chance of seeing anything in that water even if it was at the surface of it. "Wonder if it's safe to eat the fish contained within this water; this world is far different and you can't just go eating things willy nilly." Sylas said to himself, possibly going crazy after everything that had happened in this world, a fish jumped into the boat and he was quick to stab it with an on-board harpoon. It started oozing green slime and it's eyes were bubbling out of it's head, Sylas picked the harpoon up and shook it back into the water. "That would be a no." Sylas said to himself and then cleaned off the harpoon and started to examine it before deciding he'd probably keep it handy. It was nearing daybreak when he finally saw the shore on the horizon and knew that he'd be there before the day was out. Sylas looked at the weapons and started to do routine maintenance on them so as to keep them ready as soon as he were to get onto the shore of wherever he was heading to. He looked over at his clean water and food supplies and knew that they wouldn't last much more than a day after he landed on shore. Reattaching the shotguns firing pin and making sure both guns were loaded he stood up and grabbed the harpoon he had found on his stolen boat; Sylas didn't know what he'd find on shore but he was going to be ready for it.

[Gabriel Maeso]

A guy uncovered his eye, he seemed like he was trying to egt back to sleep for some time but had no results on it, he sit up and strached his arms in a loud yawn ht then scratched his head and fixed his eyepatch on his face and fixed his hair. he got up and mumbled something about been trying to sleep and that stupid earthquake was a pain. He then looked over tot eh side to where his stuff were, he got his necklace and placed it around his neck, he put on his shirt and coat, got his gun on place and his sword at hand he got his meat case and looked over to the door fo his small shelter and then said "Okay, lets see what we can get today." he then kicked the door for it to open wiht a huge noise, as he got out he sighed "Stupid door...those freaks will be here any minute now..." he then light up a cigarret and got his sword in hand and said wiht the cigarret on his mouth "Let them come..."

[GreyCat]

It took a good deal of effort, but Lorne managed to haul his dirt bike up the stairs from the basement and into the garage proper. He was stupid, no... crazy to have put that thing in the basement. It wasn't easy carting that thing back up those stairs. He fetched his somewhat dirty rag from his pocket and swiped the sweat from his brow to keep it from dripping into his eyes. This was turning out to be more work than he realized. His bike, stock piles of food, computers, tools. He sighed with weariness and abandoned his packing for the moment and wandered outside for a brief reprise from his work.

"This might be an issue," he realized, eyeing all the cracks and holes in the road. Travel would be anything but easy. Which his gear, and the probability of company, he needed a bigger and better mode of transportation. A truck or van would be nice, but gas would be a problem. With all the earthquakes, he was unsure of the integrity of the tanks and stations, or if they would even have power. Maybe he could secure a horse and cart, something along those lines. But he would still need a way out of the city, and his bike couldn't cut it.

He ducked back in his shop and grabbed his coat and travel kit. He hesitated as he fetched his steel rod. Most of those who survived moved out of this area a few days ago, but he still didn't trust it to looters. He tugged the power cable and coiled it around the shops grill-work, then hit the hidden breaker to turn it one. As long as he had power, those wall would be save. That done, he ventured off on a car hunt.

[Final Fantasy Revolution]

Sylas had finally landed on shore after a long week or so of travel; maybe it was longer, maybe it was shorter, in this crazy mixed up world is anyone really keeping track of time or the calender still? Sylas wondered what kind of order they would have in this new settlement he had heard about on the mysterious radio broadcast. That's when it hit him, he was on a wild goose hunt, maybe there was no settlement; even if there was, why should they automatically be deemed trustworthy to him. Sylas pondered many thoughts as he pulled the boat onto the shore and made sure it was nicely tight and secure. Upon finishing the boat he looked up and saw a mess of dilapidated buildings, crumbling houses, and plenty of other wreckage and debris. "Same as in Ireland, nothing to speak about for the most part anymore." Sylas said, his usually think Irish accent had been grown out of during his time in the underground shelter and he sounded much more American than he had ever wanted. Sylas started to look around and examine the ruins and look for anything he could use or possibly a shelter he could fix to be his home for a few days until he collected enough supplies to travel. That's when he heard it, scampering and skittering as if something was lurking around him and waiting for him to let his guard down so that they could tare him to shreds and have him for a meal.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw the creature dashing towards him in speeds that would make an Olympic Runner tremble. Sylas took a chance on this thing not being friendly and quickly threw the harpoon at it and with luck it punctured the creatures mid-section. He walked over to the mutated beast, retrieved his harpoon from it's stomach, and wiped off any blood and remains that were on it with a rag that he had. "Seems to be some sort of wolf-like crea-" Sylas was cut off by his urge to start running away from the corpse as fast as he could; he didn't know how these new creatures were going to act but any wolves he had seen always traveled and scavenge in packs. Sylas heard distorted howls and growls that only come from more of these mutated beasts, he had to find cover and fast for he could hear the claws of those things hitting the ground every few seconds. After almost running through half the small city, Sylas came to a run-down convenience store and slipped inside; pulling the metal gate down over the entrance as he did. Sylas hoped over the counter then listened and waited for the creatures; he heard the pitter and patter of their feet and heard the sniffing and snorting from their completely mutated nostrils. A few minutes had passed and Sylas listened as the echoing sound of their hideously extended claws hitting the ground got further and further away until it was no longer able to be heard. He took a deep breath and started to look around the store, maybe he could call this home perhaps; there was some food in here and if he avoided those horrendous creatures he may be able to make it work.

[Gabriel Maeso]

Marcus closed the door fo his little "home" but not completely, that door was really annoying to open, he then heard some steps, were crazed steps, like if what had heard that noise were a fearsome beast that has been starving for days.Marcus then sighed and took a last blow of his cigarret and spit it out, and cutted it while still in the air with his sword, eh grinned and rushed trough the direction of the steps he heard. It was anotehr fo those mutant freeks, this one looked like it were once a human, or was a really mutated dog. Marcus thrusted wiht his sword foward and staed the beast on it's torso, he then continued running but used the beast as a wall and his sword as a hang palce to go up the beast and kicked it's face jumping backwards and his swrd slashing the beast upwards spliting its torso in two pieces, Marcus then cleaned his blade on a rag that was ont eh beast.

He carried the corpose to the front of his home, he put on several leaves and dry wood on it and set it on fire wiht his lighter, making a big flame that would still burn for some hours, it stinked, stnked enough to scare any beast that might want to mess up with his things, he then head back to the way she fought the beast, he was doing his regular "check on" the place. He walked for some time, he had wandered a bit more than he would normaly, ending up on a very damaged road, he sighed loudlya dn looked back, he could still see the fog form the fire he made earlier, he then said "Heh...I better get the way back home if I want to secure my stuff form those beasts..." he then sheated his sword on it's sheat palced on his waist and turned around to get back home soon.