Board Thread:Role Plays (AU)/@comment-24416658-20150721064545/@comment-24416658-20150927052650

(In the interest of post time, Synch, you'll be skipped again, sorry. If there's anything going on in your life, feel free to talk about it).

Correspondence to: General Kazinski

Date: 10/11/2077

Body: Sir, I've been thinking that having LT Mitchell on base for any longer could be a detriment to the entire group. Ever since his partner died, he's been constantly going against anything you or the other high-rankers have said. I've even heard rumors that he plans to mutiny, get some others, and make a run for it. He's not right in the head, that man, and with the Chinese problems we're having, I can easily get him transferred somewhere far from here.

P.S: Are we still on for tomorrow night? I just can't resist your cooking.

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General's Logs, Entry ID #051686

Date: 09/23/2077

God, I love the look of that power armor we got. Hell, I know I'm talking to myself now, but it is certainly a beauty. The government sent it in a while back, maybe a couple of months. They said they wanted it prepped to go on any plane if we needed it, but to hell with that. I'll be keeping that beautiful piece of T-41b deliciousness safely under this building. Only way anyone's gonna find it is if they hit the buttons on all four terminals, but no sweat. I have one, the hot as hell secretary, Blackwood, has one, Metcalf has one in the main office, and Heatherly has one in hangar 3. No one's ever gonna read this anyway, so to hell with it, let's have some fun.

Speaking of fun, it's almost time for that date with Blackwood. Hopefully the bed doesn't break too much this time.


 * END OF LOG*

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Sabah's shots manage to take out the last two raiders hiding, their heads snapping back as the bullets go through. However, the last Raider has seen her. Yelling like a madman, he for some strange reason forgoes the .32 pistol, throwing it aside and charging at Sabah, a knife suddenly in each hand. Running up, he slices twice, missing twice, but crashing into Sabah, bringing them both to the ground, where the Raider stands quickly, foaming at the mouth, looking down at Sabah with a crazed glare.

"Time for my next meal!"

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Darian and Alice, from the dead Raiders, recover three .32 pistols, a hunting rifle, a pool cue, and a lead pipe, along with 18 .32 rounds, 3 hunting rifle rounds, 70 caps, and 7 doses of Psycho and Med-X.

From the soda machines, they find 4 bottles of Nuka Cola, a glowing bottle of Nuka Cola Quartz, and 60 bottlecaps.

Darian picks the lock to the kitchen. Inside, there are 4 refrigerators along one wall, and 3 ovens on the far end of the room. On the kitchen island in the center, there are rusty and dented pots and pans hanging from the vents, with disgusting sinks and trays littered about. There are many forks, knives, and plates. In the far right corner, there are some sacks, and in the far left corner, there are 4 ammo boxes. A grenade launcher, the words "Spot Fun" written on the side, is leaning against the wall beside the ammo boxes.