The Great Franchise War(IC/Accepting)

[TF2_The_Scout]

OOC

 

It was just starting to become daylight over the now barren wasteland of Earth. The sun rays illuminated the tainted waters of what was left of the world from the greatest conflict anyone has ever known. Orville emerged from his humble abode to get ready for a scavenging mission. He would often start early to beat the other vultures in the area to the good resources of any were left to scavenge. In the last mission, he was able to create a quick water distillery to get all the toxins out of the water, or as much as he thought he could. He took up residence in a tiny shack with rust and grime covering it. He was lucky to find a diesel-powered generator. He used it power a television set and a classic SEGA Genesis, the best era of Sonic games. He had devoted so much time into these games he could remember each tiny aspect by heart. Using his own supersonic speed, he raced around the barren wasteland searching for precious resources. He did not expect to find much, but anything was better than nothing.

[DEStroyer of worlds!]

Bob's P.O.V

As the sun raised it hit the money on the tree, reflecting onto Bob's closed eyes waking him up from his slumber, sure it's not a perfect alarm but it's better then nothing in this barren earth. He got up putting his axe and shovel, that at the time was hang above his animal crossing amiibo collection, on his back and stated heading out, shaking the tree for it's money then hitting the rocks that lead away from his place, like he normally does every morning, but today was different, today he saw a figure not so far away. "G-get away," He yelled hoping the be heard, the tremble clearly in his voice"These a-are my rocks, you h-hear me, m-my rocks. I-I've got an axe, and I'm N-not afreind to u-use it". He was lying of course, he was afraid, very very afraid.

Hit's P.O.V

Unlike most people, Hit stayed in the city, mind you unlike most people, his power allowed him to stay in the city without to much worry of running out of supplies, his powers basically gave him 'Lego Logic' being able to turn anything into most stuff, he uses it mostly for food, though he still has to fix his self made water filter every day, some people will vandalize anything, as he walked out the door he made sure to bring a gun, and seeing the state that the filter was in today he got really angry, it laid stuttered on the ground, all around all you could hear was gun shots in the air he kicked the house he was staying in breaking the bottom corner before sitting down, 'why do I do this, this is madness, I need a better life' He said to himself, he asked himself this every morning, and every morning his gets the same response, nothing...

[ChampionZero]

As the sun hit its highest point, a nearly naked figure sat up from where he lay and got dressed, donning a dust mask and placing goggles over his glasses. A ratty brown scarf wrapped around his mouth and trailed behind him as he held up his arm to check a yellow bar along his wrist. Fully charged, and ready for another hard day's work.

 

Grunting in approval, he recovered his arm with his sleeve, hefted a duffel bag and began walking. Slowly, he trudged through the wasteland that was formerly his home country, keeping his eyes out for other human beings. Elijah knew his mission all too well. And nobody would... well, nobody could get in his way.

 

He would kill them, regardless.

[Dova]

The daylight was not welcome to everyone. Well, at least the light itself wasn't.

 

A few of the bleak rays shone through a miraculously intact window, forcing the eyelids of a figure lying on a dusty mattress to flicker open. With a groan, Steven came to his senses, propping himself up against the back wall. Shielding his eyes with a pale hand, although not as pale as it had been a few months ago, he stretched, preparing himself for the events of the day ahead. It wasn't that he didn't think it was exciting; it was, but it had gotten a bit repetitive. While the inner dreamer within had jumped at the idea of a similar environment to that of the games he loved, the lack of action and the constant danger of the fallout was starting to sink in. Slowly, but it was there.

 

Not letting this pessimism spoil what could lie ahead, he jumped up. Grabbing a Geiger counter from nearby, he strode towards the window, opened it a crack, then stuck out the device. Watching the numbers slowly rise, he smiled. Maximum readings were lower than yesterday, so he wouldn't need as much protection. Freshening up could wait, if he had another part to explore of the ruins around him! Turning around, he went up to his closet, examining what he had collected and had left.

 

Steven had a good feeling about today. Maybe he might find some more food, or, more specifically, untainted food, as his supplies had been running low. Or perhaps he could find a manual instructing him in electronics, giving him the opportunity to do something if his solar power started acting up. A friend had set it up, and hadn't been able to instruct Steven before...before all of this had started happening. Again, perhaps today he might get lucky.

 

He grabbed a gas mask from a selection of articles of clothing, a few snacks to keep him going, along with water, and placed the Geiger counter he was still holding into a pocket in his jeans. Steven left the closet, being sure to lock it after he was done, then quickly jumped the stairs down to the bottom floor of his house. Opening the front door, he stepped out into what was left of the town.

[Jakeronijo]

The sand whipped around his form but it was unimportant. The cloak he now had pulled up over his eyes protected him from the harsh weather. The force stopped anything that got through. This was a path that he had been walking for many years before the fall of the first warhead, and it was one he planned to walk for many more. His skin crawled as another disturbance rippled through his being. This was commonplace now as death was all around choking the very air he breathed. Mutates, monsters, and mercenaries could bring on such a feeling. Malachi would not stand for such killing and took a vow to defend the weak in this trying time. It was why he currently carried a lightsaber with a yellow crystal. This crystal was one used by Jedi Guardians in the Old Republic and Malachi wielded it with pride.