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Greatak
01-30-2010, 03:37 PM
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The world is.. Irrelevant, actually. No one knows what’s out there anymore. All that matters is Australia. And here? Well, it’s a hellhole, to put it nicely. What wasn’t desert before is a desolate wasteland now. To be frank, none of us should be alive, but humanity is a crafty species. Not only did we figure out how to destroy the planet, we also figured out how to survive.

It’s been God only knows how long since the War, when we lit the sky on fire and watched it burn. No one even remembers why we fought it, just that we did, and it wiped out close to every living thing on the planet. Some of us survived though, hid underground, caves, basements, anywhere to escape the destruction. A lot of us died in the initial exchanges, though, lucky bastards. You don’t have that kind of war without screwing stuff up.

First we had the Night, everyone expected it, and we were reasonably well prepared to weather it, those of us who thought to prepare that is. But what no one saw coming was the Day. As soon as the clouds started to dissipate, we wished they’d come back. The sun had become our worst nightmare. Some old world scientists tell us that the vast number of nuclear detonations destroyed the ozone layer and caused disturbances in the magnetic field, exposing us to all sorts of radiation. Religious sorts will tell you God was just finishing where Man left off. But still, we’re here and aren’t going anywhere anytime soon.

Greatak
01-30-2010, 04:47 PM
“Suspect on the move. Still have eyes on target?”

“Aye, sir. He’s 20 meters ahead of you, brisk walk. Just moved into an alley.”

“Roger that, moving to apprehend.” Lars ceased his pretending to scrutinize over the selection of sub-par produce at a stall along the street and broke into a sprint down the street, his target, no doubt, realized he was being followed and trying to disappear.

Lars slid around the corner, facing an empty alley. Swearing under his breath, he continued down the alley, impacting a man coming around the corner at the end of the side street. Quickly regaining his balance, he was off before the man could complain. A door slam drew his attention and he threw his shoulder into it, knocking it off the nearly rotted hinges. Catching the heel of a man fleeing up the stairs, Lars pursued.

The door to the roof was wide open when Lars arrived, his target at the edge of the roof, jumping to the adjacent building. Not wanting to lose his mark, he took the edge of the roof in a vault that landed him in a roll on the other rooftop, recovering quicker than his target, who stumbled a moment on impact. Lars didn’t let up, chasing the man across several rooftops, through a laundry line and up to what Lars was expecting to be a dead end, but his prey just jumped again, disappearing under the edge of the building. A quick assessment revealed a canvas roof over a stall and his target was off down the street, shoving people out of his way.

Distinctly thinking how bad of an idea this was, Lars jumped anyway, the canvas taking just enough of his weight to stop the fall from breaking a leg or something, but eventually giving out and dropping him into a crate full of grapes.

“What the hell? You’re gonna pay for that! You think you ca-” The shop owner was clearly not pleased with people using his stall as a jungle gym, but upon sight of how well armed the focus of his aggression was, he shut up. Lars ignored him anyway and set off down the street, through increasingly pissed off grunts from the folks his target had been shoving out of the way.

“Be aware, target’s slipped into a crowd past the next intersection.

“Roger that.” Lars rounded the corner and saw the crowd, not what he was expecting. Looked like a rally of some sort, lots of people all riled up. Ignoring his bad feeling again, he forced his way through the crowd, causing more and more negativity until someone decided to push back and threw a punch. Lars dodged this, but put himself close to another pissed off member of the mob who also attempted to take a swing at him. Being in no position to dodge this punch he instead grabbed the man’s fist and dropped his forearm into his attacker’s elbow, causing him to collapse his arm as he twisted the fist, flipping the man around to the ground, face up. Another assailant stepped up and lunged at Lars, but he sidestepped the attack and used the man’s momentum to throw him into the crowd, already having formed a circle around Lars. Three more stepped forward and all attempted to throw a punch, but Lars had them on the ground in a few moments as well, shocking the crowd into inaction. They were still pissed, but saw what he just did to five guys in the span of about 10 seconds and didn’t want to be next.