Topic: Post Apocalyptic Hell
The year is 2038, and the morld has been mostly destroyed by a rash of super disasters followed by a nuclear war. The sky is black, the remaining safezones still secured fast in a Nuclear Winter. Those humans that survive live in small cities, plagued by pirates and the Armies of the Northa American Union, the conjoined remnants of the US, Canadian, and Mexican governments. Those that aren't par tof this society travel the frozen wastes, scavenging a salvaging all they can from the ruins of post-apocalyptic America. The story starts in Humbolt, Iowa, former Headquarters of USEMA, the post Katrina Replacement for FEMA, and the town is help together by the efforts of the descendants of Blackwater operatives training at the USEMA HQ and the NRA members that evacuated to the site when the nukes were launched.:
Weapons: (Max of three to start)
Background training: (Nothing incredible, please.)
Residence: (Either Humbolt or a Vehicle of your choice, if your one of those who wanders the wastes)
Keep in mind the post apocalyptic world runs on a barter system. Food and ammunition are improtant. Feul is Ethenol, the US having converted to an Agricultural economy in 2024.
Name: Joshua Borelli
Primary: Lietner-Wise Piston operated AR30, chambered in 6.8NATO
Secondary: Steyer MA2, chambered in 6.6 Borelli
Backup/Hunting/Blowup your head: .600 Nitro Express Revolver
Background Training: United States Marines Corps infantry, Blackwater security agent.
Residence: Hum-vee with rubber tracks, custom armored to stop .50bg rounds. Attached on and off to the USEMA remnant at Humbolt, Iowa.
:Josh rolled into humbolt in his Hum-vee, the rubber tracks catching easily on the fresh fallen snow around the town. He presented his USEMA ID, and the gate swung open for him. The walls would stop everything short of nukes, and had been built to withstand even the smallest of those. He parked his hummer in the USEMA garage, strapped the .600NTE to his back, holstered the Steyr, and carried the AR30, headed to the post to see what he could barter for. He needed ammo for the .700, and it's not like replacement parts for the Hummer were easy to come by.:
[i]Cogito, ergo armatum sum[/i]- I think, therefore I'm armed.