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>>1582275

It seems to be early morning when you awake, and you are in your bed in Stronghurst. You would have had to be asleep for at least an entire day, because your “accident” was around 1 P.M., or at least you hope it was just one day, because getting out of a coma does really fucking suck.

You take a look around your room and see it a little more cluttered than usual, with an IV stand and an IV sending fluids into your body, as well as a small stack of gauze, and some other medical devices you can’t really make out in the low light of the morning. After taking a look around your room, you try to get a good look at your body.

You have bandages wrapped around your abdomen, your legs, and your arms. You are sure you have a concussion, but other than that, the bleeding looks to be minimal, with just a few red spots on your bandages. The most pressing issue is the fucking soreness all over your body, as when you tried to sit up in bed, you nearly passed out. It seems like you’re going to be here for a while.

You fall asleep a few minutes later and wake up to see a man bringing a plate of food in, followed by the General, and one of the soldiers you think you remembered seeing at the Rest Stop.

“Ah, so he is finally awake then. Good, because you and I have a lot to talk about, and a lot of things are going to change very quickly. First of all though, I don’t know if you’re the luckiest fucking idiot on Earth, or one of the most efficient operators I’ve ever had, but good job, you completed your task without even seeing Davenport.” General Tristus finishes, as he pulls up two chairs. One for himself, and one for the mysterious soldier.

>>1582292
“You don’t have to talk right now, just listen to me. The men you had found at that Rest Stop were scouts sent by Colonel Ackerson, the commander of Arsenal island, which was our mission to see what happened to it. This man, Sergeant James O'Reilly has been telling me about what happened in the aftermath. I’ll give you a quick rundown so you can go back to resting.your precious head. The US military selected Arsenal Island as a “Place of great strategic importance” and sent them great amounts of preserved food, ammunition, weapons, soldiers, and equipment, but had them evacuate almost all civilians, and had them blow the bridges connecting the islands. Well, Ackerson had done everything ordered of him, except he had kept one bridge intact, a bridge that can be moved away from the mainland, so he had the bridge pulled back into the island, and for a week he has watched the city around him fall into shit, and then watched as the dead rose and killed any living thing in it's vicinity. After a week, he had sent out a small scouting party to see what existing chain of command was left. One thing led to another and now he’s here, and I have a lot of work to do. I think that hot German doctor said something like a week before you should be almost back to normal. Anyway, Good Job Doctor, and come see me when you can move around.” The General finishes, as he gets up and leaves the room, followed by Sergeant O'Reilly.

You eat your breakfast in relative silence as you listen to the sounds of the small town waking up. An occasional truck here and there, people talking and walking to their jobs, and the laugh of children as they run past your house. You left right as they were setting up the fencing for protection of the town, and you wonder if that’s done by now. While the general said that you should get your bed rest, you were never the one to stay sedentary

>Get up and about, see what everyone is doing around town (1/7 chance to succeed).
>Stay rested. You can get plenty of things done while staying in place
>Other

>>1582297
Go back to sleep recover and get everyone else do their jobs.

Good to see ya R!

>>1582509
support sleeping another round

>>1582509
Supporting

>>1582509
Support.

Rolled 3, 100, 36, 31, 14, 94, 38, 54, 79, 91 = 540 (10d100)

>>1582509
Support Firah~~

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>>1586049
>>1582297
>Stay rested. You can get plenty of things done while staying in place

>>1582297
Stay rested, doc needs to let wounds heal
He should know that.

Alright I'm going to pretend I wasn't just gone for almost an entire day and get to writing that update

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If there’s one thing that you would bet your life on, it’s that resting after a serious fiasco like you had can make all the difference in the world.

You spend the next three days having a runner give you status updates on what’s been going on lately. So far, you can gather than the fence has finally been put up around the main portion of the town while the General has set up patrols around the town, bringing the supply of surplus guns we have in town down to only about 5-6.

The fields directly around Stronghurst have been plowed and seeds have been planted, thanks to about 100 citizens of Stronghurst pitching in to make the planting go lightning fast. While the food, if harvested, will supply the town with 3 months of food, or so the General estimates. You’ve been told that the General is going to send out teams to find animals and livestock from the farms surrounding us, but that’s not your problem to think about and you probably wouldn’t be tasked with such a silly matter anyway.

Something interesting has been brought to your attention though. Some guy that ran the only computer repair shop in town wants to meet with you, for some reason beyond, and Peyton needed to talk to you, but both of them had some sort of “meeting” they needed to be in, so you could only talk to one of them today.

>Talk to Peyton, you haven’t had much interaction with him lately
>Talk to this nerd. He might have important information if he’s been around computers since the fall.
>Talk to neither. You’re hurt and you deserve your rest. You’re sure they’ll understand.

>>1587115
>>Talk to this nerd. He might have important information if he’s been around computers since the fall.

>>1587115
>Talk to this nerd. He might have important information if he’s been around computers since the fall.
then talk to Peyton.

>Talk to Peyton, you haven’t had much interaction with him lately
Make sure we have loyal fwends.

Alright looks like we're talking to some computer Nerd

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This guy certainly wants to talk to you, so maybe he does have some interesting information. If he was on the internet around the time of the fall, he certainly would have some interesting information.

You send the runner to go get the guy, and while you wait, you start thinking about what you know about the world and what Peyton told you in those last few hours while you were leaving Chicago. What you really focus on is the “Executive Order” that Trump had sent out, to bring every US soldier back to the US mainland to help defend their home.

That’s where your information ends, but you do know about important military bases around the US, thanks to your shut in lifestyle and your tendency to order food for you and Peyton instead of shopping, or at least you used to, before everything went to shit.

You are thinking about Offutt Air Force Base when there is a knock on your door. Your runner comes in and behind him is what you would assume is the stereotypical image for some guy that spends his days surrounded by computers, not people. Who knows, maybe you have a different outlook on life than others. He rushes around the man in front of him and comes to your side to shake your hand.

“It’s an honor to finally meet you Doctor! Or do you prefer Xavier? Or do you have another name you want to be called by? Ah I’m doing it again. Sorry Doctor, i just have a tendency to ramble because I get nervous, especially when I’m talking to a bonafide badass. You are like some kind of folk hero around town, and I don’t mean to pry, but I think you might have some admirers, of the female variety.” The still unnamed ball of awkwardness that is this man winks at you.

>T-Thanks for the information, man, but you’re moving a little too quickly for me. I don’t know your name or why you’re here exactly.

“Ah shit, sorry Doctor, that’s my fault again. I am Quintilius Jones, and I worked at the only computer shop in town, where I would fix laptops for the few people here that used them. Why am I here again? Oh right! I figured that you were a man that would admire good information, so I have a collection of news stories and current events that i managed to collect before the internet went down. I also managed to download a Petabyte of information. A Petabyte is a lot, I’ll just say that, so I don’t have to spend hours describing it. What do you want to know first?” Quintilius finishes, grabbing some papers from his satchel.


>I want to know about your fucking name first, “Quintilius”.
>What “current events” did you find out about then?
>What information did you download and how useful is it?
>I actually want to know about these rumors circulating about me
>I want to know more about you, Quintillus.
>Other

Rolled 15, 72, 95, 79, 92, 93, 74, 64, 48, 38 = 670 (10d100)

>>1590604
>>What information did you download and how useful is it?
And a bit of
>I actually want to know about these rumors circulating about me

Rolled 70, 1, 87, 10, 69, 11, 26, 92, 34, 63 = 463 (10d100)

>>1590612
Not bad, not bad

Check this roll

Rolled 14, 82, 25, 19, 73, 10, 48, 29, 95, 18 = 413 (10d100)

>>1590622
nah, check this one instead

>Alright Quintilius, what information did you download and is it really useful?

“Well that would depend on your definition of useful, wouldn’t it? Oh shit, I didn’t mean to say your definition is wrong, it’s just that some people are different. Ah right, the information. Well, I have downloaded everything I thought would be necessary in preserving civilization. Let’s see here.” Quintilius exclaims, as he goes into his bag and pulls out a notebook. “Alright, I have wrote down everything I downloaded and tried to write a short description for each. I have a whole notebook full so I can’t really list all. I have “Basic Agriculture”, “The sense of Irrigation”, “Living in the wild”, “Making medicine from plants”, “The world of Plumbing”, “Napoleon’s and other General’s strategies,” “Pottery and you”. I mean, that is some of the information I have, but there is a problem, every device I have is dead, so to access this information, I would need to charge at least one device, but the General says that power is reserved for official business. Would you like to hear about anything else?” Quintilius asks as he puts his notebook on his lap.

>Also, that reminds me, what rumors are circulating about me exactly?

Quintilius looks a little flustered and his cheeks turn a little pink.

“Well Doctor, the men are usually talking about how you throw yourself into danger to protect the lives of the men under you, how you’ve taken out hundreds of the undead just by yourself, and a rumor that you’re the one that killed Abraham. The women say that you’re great in bed, and you have a warrior’s appetite, even though I don’t know how they would know that last one.” Your computer friend finishes as he gets into a thinking stance.


>Do you have anything about (Insert subject) downloaded?
>I want to know about your fucking name first, “Quintilius”.
>What “current events” did you find out about then?
>I actually want to know more about these rumors circulating about me
>I want to know more about you, Quintillus.
>Other

>>1591029
>Do you have anything about (Mechanics or Engineering) downloaded?
>I want to know about your fucking name first, “Quintilius”.

>>1591140
Supporting :-3

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So we are "Tactical Medical Big Boss, Banisher of Zeds, Conqueror of Female <3 and guy that lieks to go with big boom everytime"
>>1591029
>>1591140
>>1592846
Supporting too

And we should talk with General about letting to use some electricity for the tech nerd
Maybe he could try to print few of those pdf/ebooks
- Agricurture
- Water works
- fertilizer production /manure purification

Rolled 1 (1d100)

>>1593177
"Tactical Medical Big Boss, Banisher of Zeds, Conqueror of Female <3 and guy that lieks to go with big boom everytime"


Quite a mouthful, but that pretty much sums it up.

Writing.

>Well, during your spree of downloading useful information, did you manage to get anything on Engineering or Mechanics?

Quintilius thinks for a moment before flipping through half of his notebook. He finds a page and spends a few seconds scanning both sides before making a grunting noise.

“I have a number of entries on Engineering, mainly mechanical, electrical and civil. I kinda figured we aren’t going to be making Helicopters anytime soon so I didn’t include Aerospace, and getting our hands on a Nuclear power plant seems unlikely. I’m not sure, but I think I might have a few gigabytes on Chemical Engineering too, but don’t quote me on that.” Quintilius remarks, closing his notebook for the second time.

>One last thing, your name is very unusual, very “Roman Like”. Why did your parents name you it?

“Ha, this story might not be as interesting as you think, but I’ll try my best to explain it. I was born in a hospital, of course, and my parents thought that i was going to make a big difference in the world, like history book difference. They thought I was going to be a president or something, so they named me after Marcus Quintilian, some roman guy that was really good at talking to people. Ironically, I became the exact opposite, a social shut in, a “geek”, so, haha, yeah.” Quintilius finishes, as his face drops into a slight droop, as he looks to the ground slightly.

>Try to cheer him up, either through intimidation or persuasion
>Thank him for his time and dismiss him
>Other

>>1593273
>Try to cheer him up, either through intimidation or persuasion
Your parents were right, just not in the way they thought. I myself was trying to get most of the information you downloaded onto a computer, and by doing so, you have probably saved a significant portion of what human civilization made. You literally saved history from dying.

Rolled 18 (1d100)

>>1593312
Alright Toruc, lets see if you can beat my roll to convince him that it's useless. Because you gave a pretty good explanation, you get a +10

Rolled 70 (1d100)

>>1593346
>Rolled 18 (1d100)
So he's got some hope in himself.
He's going to be president of the computer club.

Rolled 76 (1d100)

>>1593346

Rolled 100 (1d100)

>>1593273

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>>1593428
OH MY GOD
Can we make him our "The other Right Hand"?

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>>1593428

>>1593428
You're so fucking lucky I hadn't started writing yet, and that I take the best of 3. Fuck, now i have to think if an appropriate reward.

>>1593441
This great /qst/ is OUR reward

>>1593443
Alright, you can get your nose out of my ass. I think I have a good reward.

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>>1593466
Does he have the entire history of the world saved to that computer perhaps?

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>Listen, Roman, I don’t know what the future holds for you, for me, for the general, or for anyone here, as much as it pains me not knowing. I do know something though, you have taken more steps to preserve society and civilization than nearly anyone in history. Whether you actually make it into the history books are not doesn’t matter, because people like you and me, we’re the ones that are going to give it our all to keep civilization going. I don’t know if that helps you, but take solace in knowing that your parents would probably have been incredibly proud of you right now.

Quintilius looks up at you before putting his head in his hands. He sits like that for a few minutes before his reddened eyes look straight into yours.

“I-I don’t know why I was crying, but I apologize. Listen, I’ve only known you for literally just 20 minutes, but I can tell there is something strange about you, something different. If you’re going to achieve your destiny, or whatever this feeling is, you’re going to need all the help you can get. If you’re well enough, I have some very important things to tell you, but I would rather get some fresh air.” He says, while miming out that there could be people listening around here. It was actually pretty entertaining to watch in all honesty.

>Sure, it would do some good to get out, even if I am hobbling around.
>I’m sorry Quintilius, whatever you have to say, you’re going to have to say it in here.

+2 added to all persuasion, +1 added to leadership

>>1593497
DAMN YOU /qst/ FORMATTING! DAMN YOU TO HELL!

>>1593497
>>Sure, it would do some good to get out, even if I am hobbling around.

>>1593497
>Sure, it would do some good to get out, even if I am hobbling around.
We should get a shilleagleah.
Also, S T A T B O O S T S

>Ah fuck it, alright Quintilius, let’s go out to get a breath of fresh air.

Just as you say that, you swear that you could have heard footsteps leaving your closed bedroom door, but it could be just the house settling. You grab your two crutches, and a Beretta, just in case you run into anything outside of the fences.

Your new computer friend helps you up, but other than that, aside from the soreness, you aren’t in agony. You certainly wouldn’t be up for crashing a truck into a wall or using a gas can to blow up a horde any time soon, but you could shoot and run for a short time if needed.

Once you finally get downstairs and out of the front door, Quintilius slowly leads you away from the main hustle and bustle of the town and into the more quiet and secluded portions of the town.

>Alright Quintilius, what’s the occasion that we couldn’t talk in the comfort of my bed?

“Alright Doctor, I think we’re away from prying ears, whoever they may be. I have a couple of things to tell you, and to give to you. Firstly, I might have slightly lied to you. I said that the internet went down, and that I wasn’t able to download anything else because of it. The internet is still up, just not in the way that you would think. If you come down to my house, I can show you what I really mean.” He expresses, before continuing to walk to the direction of what you assume is his house.

>Find a bench and just sit down in the safe zone. If what he has really is interesting, you can see it when you get better
>Fuck it, there are patrols walking around, so the chances of finding an infected is low, even if you are injured.
>Other

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>>1593583
>>Fuck it, there are patrols walking around, so the chances of finding an infected is low, even if you are injured.

Rolled 1 (1d10)

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9-10 no

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>Ah fuck it, alright Quintilius, let’s go out to get a breath of fresh air.

Just as you say that, you swear that you could have heard footsteps leaving your closed bedroom door, but it could be just the house settling. You grab your two crutches, and a Beretta, just in case you run into anything outside of the fences.

Your new computer friend helps you up, but other than that, aside from the soreness, you aren’t in agony. You certainly wouldn’t be up for crashing a truck into a wall or using a gas can to blow up a horde any time soon, but you could shoot and run for a short time if needed.

Once you finally get downstairs and out of the front door, Quintilius slowly leads you away from the main hustle and bustle of the town and into the more quiet and secluded portions of the town.

>Alright Quintilius, what’s the occasion that we couldn’t talk in the comfort of my bed?

“Alright Doctor, I think we’re away from prying ears, whoever they may be. I have a couple of things to tell you, and to give to you. Firstly, I might have slightly lied to you. I said that the internet went down, and that I wasn’t able to download anything else because of it. The internet is still up, just not in the way that you would think. If you come down to my house, I can show you what I really mean.” He expresses, before continuing to walk to the direction of what you assume is his house.

>Find a bench and just sit down in the safe zone. If what he has really is interesting, you can see it when you get better
>Fuck it, there are patrols walking around, so the chances of finding an infected is low, even if you are injured.
>Other

You reach down to make sure your Beretta is still in your holster. You’ll have to get your 1911 back from Peyton, but he would probably need it more than you.

>Jesus Christ, this had better be good, to drag me out of bed and into this dangerous new world.

Your Roman friend looks at you with, maybe fear, in his eyes before realizing that you meant it as a joke, and chuckles along with you.


1/2

“Trust me, if we were back in the old world, then I could be shot for treason because of this. Be thankful all the laws of this country went out the window about 12 days ago. Anyway, let me elaborate a little bit. I had known this guy, Peter Rosario, since elementary school. He had grown up in Stronghurst, with me, and we were probably the closest you could be to another man without being gay. Now I’m not saying I’m a genius, but when Peter and I were together, we were almost unstoppable when it came to anything to do with computers. I remember when we were in our senior year, and one day he came up to me and said he was going to go join the CIA. He said that he had gotten caught messing around in some government database, and instead of getting arrested, they had offered Peter a job. I remember how excited he was that he was going to be working in such a powerful place, and then he asked me what I was going to do after high school. It then hit me that I had no fucking idea what I wanted to do, but I told Peter I had everything figured out. How wrong I was. Anyway, we had graduated, and he moved to Langley. We still talked probably everyday, but after two years working there, I noticed he started sounding sadder, and whenever I saw him, he looked like he hadn’t slept for a week. Basically, about three years ago, he had told me he was coming down from Langley to see me, and he would be there in a few days. I had figured he meant by plane, but a few days after the phone call, he arrived in a large moving truck. He had looked worse than I had ever seen him, and as he had gotten out of the truck, he collapsed into my arms. He awoke a good day later, and the first thing he asked me was if his truck was still there, and if anyone had been snooping around it. Of course in Stronghurst, it is very hard to “sneak” around anywhere, so I told him no. He looked outside, and seeing it was night time, he ran out to his truck and had me come help him. In the back of the moving truck, it looked like some large server completely in parts, in different boxes, fastened to the truck. We spent another full day putting together the large server in my attic, where Peter specifically said that I had to keep hidden. After he had run a few diagnostics on it, he had sat me down, and started to tell me what had happened.” Quintilius stops, before taking a drink of his canteen.

2/3 I'm a dirty fucking liar

The two of you are just about a block away from his house when you two walk around a large trashcan. As you turn to tell him to continue, he gets yanked towards an infected who must have wandered behind the trash can.

“Ah what the fuck! Doctor, get this thing off of me, please!” Your new friend shouts as he struggles to get behind the thing.

Right now, the infected man has his arms around the neck of Quintilius, and is trying to take a chunk of his neck out. The Roman is facing you, with his back to the infected, using his hands to keep the head away from his neck for now. You can’t really tell who has the better footing or strength, so right now it’s a stalemate, but not for long.

>Just shoot the infected. You might end up shooting Quintilius, but it’s worth it to kill the infected man.
>Try to get around the infected and shoot it from the back.
>Try to just get in there and use your strength to try to pry the infected away
>Other

>>1593709
>>Try to get around the infected and shoot it from the back.
We can't use our strength in this case because crutches, unless we wanted to hit it with our crutches, so let's go for a clean shot.

>>1593709
>Try to get around the infected and shoot it from the back.
Shove a crutch in its mouth to be safe.

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>>1593709
Smart option
>>Try to get around the infected and shoot it from the back.

Rolled 1 (1d100)

Alright let's see those rolls. Remember, you have to beat mine

Rolled 100 (1d100)

>>1593902
Let's save this nerd

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Rolled 42 (1d100)

>>1593924
>>1593902
Do...do we have to roll anymore? I guess I'll put in my time like a government worker...

>>1593924
>>1593902
I was dead when i rolled that 1, now I have ascended as you roll that 100

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>>1593924
So..this is yours now.

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>>1593902
>>1593924

MOST TIPPY TOPPEST OF KEKS

Well I'm going to eat and decide how to reward you.

>>1594201
Obviously with a sick headshot that ricochets into the sky and kills the next zombie that attacks us at a later date

>>1594247
Or maybe, S T A T B O O S T S

“Well fucking hurry please. I would hate to ruin the surprise I have for you.” He says, in a fairly worried tone. He has no idea what you’re capable of.

You take your pistol out of your holster and point it right at the rotting head head. You pull the trigger and your hand only slightly jumps, but the skull of the deceased man explodes, spraying gore everywhere but on yourself. Your computer friend falls onto his hands and knees as he retches. You holster your weapon and are about to go and pat him on his back, but then you notice something. You feel completely fine now, while just minutes ago you were hobbling around. It’s only been 3 days, and yet you feel great. You decide not to look a gift horse in the mouth and help your friend up off the ground. He wipes his mouth and takes a few deep breaths.

Just as he starts to talk, a group of 4 men come around the corner. There is an older man, but three younger boys, who look to be just under 20. The older man is armed with a hunting rifle, while the younger men have either hunting knives or a pitchfork.

“Oh Doctor, it’s you. If I knew you were here, I wouldn’t have bothered coming out to see what all the ruckus. I’m sure you had it handled perfectly without us.” One of the younger guys says, as he starts chuckling along with his group.

>Reprimand him. If it was anyone else, they might not have made it
>Give the guys some lax. They’ve probably been run ragged lately and can’t watch every corner.
>Other

>>1594360
Oh yeah, +3 to Pistols

>>1594360
>Berate him thoroughly.

"I don't give a flying FUCK WHAT YOU WOULD'VE DONE YOU BUMBLING SHITSTAIN. If you hear a commotion you get to it quick, fast and in a Fucking hurry! Next time you wont be so lucky! What if there were five infected? Ten? Fifteen? What if I couldn't handle them all? If you hear or smell or even Fucking THINK you there even MIGHT be a infected around you jump your sheep Fucking asses into gear and check it the fuck out at a SPRINT. Take your Fucking time like that again and ill shoot you myself"

Then spit on his boots and push past him. We must project skill and authority as well as establish discipline

>>1594360
>Reprimand him. If it was anyone else, they might not have made it
This your patrol, is it not? Then why was there an infected that was just lying there? I could understand if it was covered, or it could move fast, but this one was just lying there in the open. Get your shit together, and do your job.

>>1594566
>>1594533
Okay, would it be okay to start out softly with Toruc's, then go hard with Cursed's?

>>1594733
Of course. Let him try to sputter out a excuse or two and then rip him a new ass

>>1595341
Yeah, I like this plan.

>>1595654
>>1594733
Actually, I would like to veto the spitting on his boots. If we do that, we come off as a prick rather than authoritative and/or in control.

>>1595670
Alright, I'll get that written up tomorrow. Goodnight everyone!

>>1595912
Night R.

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>>1593990
You're welcome senpai
Wish I wasn't constantly traveling so I could roll like this more often

>>1596788
As long as you live, the spirit of crits lives in the hearts of every man, woman and child of /qst/.

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>>1597464
So only Man, child and man-child
There are no women here

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>This is your patrol, is it not? Then why was there an infected that was just lying there? I could understand if it was covered, or it could move fast, but this one was just lying there in the open.
I don't give a FLYING FUCK WHAT YOU WOULD'VE DONE YOU BUMBLING SHITSTAIN. If you hear a commotion you get to it quick, fast and in a fucking hurry! Next time you won’t be as lucky! What if there were five infected? Ten? Fifteen? What if I couldn't handle them all? If you hear or smell or even Fucking THINK there even MIGHT be an infected in town you jump your sheep Fucking asses into gear and check it out at a SPRINT. Now get this fuckign body burned.

The 4 men look at you in utter awe and fear. Then all together, they snap to the duty at hand and get to picking up the body and carrying it over to one of the pits. Quintilius equally looks at you with fear and then breaks out into a goofy smile.

“I didn’t think you had it in you to do that Doctor. Hell. you could probably take the General’s job. Ah shit, don’t tell him I said that. I wouldn’t want to end up on scouting duty. So let me get back to my story. Peter was snooping around in some database, as old habits die hard, and he had found evidence of massive corruption across every branch of the American democratic system. I mean stuff like Presidents being pre-chosen, some 4 star generals holding more power than the president, billionaires secretly funding races. It’s kinda like that “House of Cards” show that was on before the collapse. Anyway, he wanted to whistleblow to those “Wikileaks” people, and he told me he was going to do it in the next week, but if anything happened to him, he wanted me to use this server to “monitor the military” and see what I could dig up. He ate with me, and said goodbye the next morning. Just under a week later, he was robbed and killed outside a gas station just a mile from his home. A few men in suits asked me if I knew anyone who would want to hurt Peter, and of course I didn’t say who I thought killed him, so I answered no and that was the end of it. The next few years after, right up until the end, I had spent hours in my attic, looking at delicious TOP SECRET info that would make even the Chinese excited. I guess most of it doesn’t matter anymore, but there was some good stuff on there. My point is, that this server is still receiving information, and I can access the modern version of ARAPNET, which holds just an obscene amount of information. It’s basically a backup of the internet we had, minus the porn sites, and about 90% of the useless shit that there is. What I mean is entire websites for just preserving information, Wikipedia, history, etc. It would probably take a lifetime to even read a quarter of it.” He explains, as he opens the front door of his house, as doors aren’t allowed to be locked anymore.

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The inside of his home is what you would assume an upper middle class house would look like, clean, orderly, and business-like, as he ran his shop out of his home.

“Alright, I have three things to show you. My toys, the server, or the data I have saved. What do you want to see first.” Quintilius asks you, his eyes waiting expectantly.

>Let's go see what he means by “toys”
>I need to go see what that server is capable of
>It would be nice to see how he saved all the information he has.
>Fuck it, this computer stuff is boring. I’m leaving and going to shoot something

>>1597575
>It would be nice to see how he saved all the information he has.

>>1597577
Lets test out our brainmeats

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>>1597575
>>Let's go see what he means by “toys”
I hope he is not a transformerfag
He can be a Busou Shinki/FA:G or other person with great taste

>>1597575
Let's check those toys out

I think we have a tie

>>1597846
>toys

alright, let's go see what toys he was talking about

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>I’m going to level with you man, if you lead me to some collection of fucking figurines and action figures, I’ll whoop your ass.

“Nah, I was never really into comic books. There was this one game though, Halo. They had all these books, and figurines and, oh fuck me. Sorry doctor, I didn’t mean to go off again. Anyway, these toys are more of the “espionage” kind. Come with me to my spare room, I have the stuff in a box.” Quintilius says as he walks through his living room and left into a hallway.

You take a few glances on the walls and find some medals, namely in debate and AV club. Huh, you didn’t know they gave medals for it. You also find some pictures, namely of your favorite (presumably) roman and his family. There’s one of him as a child putting together some computer. The rest of the pictures are of Peter and Quintilius.

“Alright here’s the room. Like I said, I used to be really into this game, so don’t judge.” He warns, as he opens the door to the room.

It is a normal sized room, but instead of a bed or really any furniture, there are posters, statues, and memorabilia from “Halo”. Now that you think of it, you kinda remember hearing about that game from Peyton, and a few of the other friends you had. They all had fond words to say about it, so at least he has some good tastes.

Quintilius goes over to a closet and pulls out a box that looks like it belongs on some Black Ops flight, not in a closet in Stronghurst, Illinois. He takes off the top of the crate and inside are multiple very small devices in thick plastic containers, surrounded by foam to keep them secured.

“Alright, these are basically spy devices. Peter brought them when he had brought the server. I don’t really know how they work, but I know they are very small, don’t need an internet connection, and I can direct them to my PC if I have power. There are tiny listening bugs, and tiny cameras, I promise that these are completely undetectable.” He explains, as he looks up to you, waiting for some statement or question


>These are fucking cool, but we should bring them to the General. He might get better uses of them
>I’ll take them, but don’t tell anyone about them. Maybe I can find a better use of them
>Destroy them, I don’t want anything to do with them
>I could always use them against the General. I'll keep them hidden for now
>Question/comment

>>1598056
>I’ll take some, but don’t tell anyone about them. Maybe I can find a better use of them. I think that I should first place one or two in our med supply, since that is some of our most irreplaceable supplies.

*in our head* And we can make sure no one can get the drop on us.

>>1598066
Supporting

Alright I'll start writing soon. Speak now or forever hold your peace.

>I’ll take them, but don’t tell anyone about them. Maybe I can find a better use of them

You think about putting them into your clinic. You never know when it might come in handy, and there are three of these cameras, and three of the microphones, so you can still put some more in other locations.

“Alright then, I guess I’ll show you to the server mainframe.” He says, as he puts the box back into the closet and puts some folded t-shirts on top of the box. “So I said pretty much everything about this server, but I didn’t really tell you what I’ve found out yet. It’s a lot, and when I say that, I mean it’s almost too much. If you want, I can go into detail, or I can just give you the “quick and Dirty” Quintilius explains, as he pulls down the ladder into the attic.

>Give me the quick and dirty. I can always ask for more info in the future
>It’s important I know this stuff. It could give me a huge advantage in the future.

>>1598272
Gimme the quick and dirty

>>1598272
>It’s important I know this stuff. It could give me a huge advantage in the future.
Always have at least two people know how to repair and work a tool.

>>1598272
>it's important to know this stuff

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>We’ll take some time to talk about what you’ve found out. I don’t think the General has anything for me to do at the moment. So, where should we start?

Quintilius makes a grunting sound as he finishes pulling down the ladder and wordlessly walks up into his attic. You follow and find him setting up two fold out chairs in front of a large rectangular server, probably about 7 feet tall, and has blue and red lights flashing all over the server. A computer monitor on a desk is directly connected to it. You go and sit down next to the man who is about to leak government secrets to you.

“Alright, let me get started by what I know about the pre-fall world. There was basically a Triumvirate going on in the upper echelons of the government. The president was one of the three, while one was a 4 star general that you probably hadn’t heard of under the name of Robert B. Abrams. The Abrams tank was named after his father actually. The third man is someone by the name of Terry Heardy, a veteran of the CIA since the early 70’s. Together, they basically orchestrate everything that not only happens in the US, but around the world. I know it sounds completely bullshit and fake, but I saw correspondence between the three on multiple occasions. They have orchestrated some of the biggest events of the last 30 years, with the presidents and generals coming and going, but that bastard Terry has been in the same position for too long. So a few weeks before the fall, there was an increase in traffic in the top echelon of the government about the flu that was sweeping through the world, and this Triumvirate thought fit to start preparing the country for what they saw as a world ending event. They had the FEMA go into a “practice drill” and had the military also go on drills. This isn’t too unusual, so no one paid much attention, but when everything started to go to shit, the three men launched into action and deployed troops and supplies to locations where they thought would have the best chance to hold put and secure.” Quintilius stops explaining the situation and gets up to grab a small notepad.

He flips through it and hums silently. You take in the quiet and sit on what he just explained to you. Could this actually be true, what he’s telling you? It seems completely impossible, but then again, you've had your doubts about democracy in the past.

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“Alright, I have a couple of the larger locations written down. The first one is in Lincoln, Nebraska, where there a majority of the military forces were supposed to fall back to. You might know that Trump issued that executive order, bringing every man and woman back to the states, as well as all the equipment they could carry, destroying what they couldn’t. Some tried to come, some didn’t, and some arrived perfectly, and they were sent to Lincoln like I said, the Cheyenne mountain complex, the San Diego Naval base, Fort Bragg, and the Pearl harbor base. Like I said, there were more, but those are the ones I wrote down. Interestingly enough though, is that almost every naval ship is accounted for, except for a few submarines and some destroyers. They have turned off their engines and are supposed to be drifting around the continental US, waiting for orders from Lincoln, the new capitol. I haven’t heard anything new in about a week, on account of the power going out. This is a lot to take in, so do you have any questions?” He asks, getting himself into a more relaxed sitting position

>Any questions?
I'm going to leave this up overnight and partially into tomorrow to ask any questions. ANY QUESTIONS. Quintilius will be able to answer them with the best of his knowledge. Goodnight everyone.

>>1599380
Ask him for some chinese cartoons for shits and giggles.
Also if he has any info on local storages for medical supplies.

>>1599380
Ask Quintilius about the agenda of the Triumvirate in the post-fall paradigm that is currently happening. Will they use it as a platform to solidify a more tyrannical and overt control; or is there even a more insidious force behind this Triumvirate considering that even "Presidents" are pre-selected?

Inquire more insight to this ARAPNET.

Do all this, but keep Quintilius to ourselves, away from the General. He serves a deep state shadow regime, at any moment he can send the entire population of Stronghurst to concentration FEMA encampments with a whim of an order. We'll need any future upperhand against the General incase it comes to the point of a power clash.

>>1600105
I think we should give the General some info. Tell him that Quintilius has a bunch of history, farming & etc docs saved. That way er can keep him supplied with power and paper+inc. And it wont seem wierd that we spend time with him.

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Can we have attire similar to the one in pic related in Fallout 3/NV, but with body armor protecting our torso, knee pads, steeled-toed boots, and a slightly reinforced laboratory coat over us?

>>1600247
Sure, you can always make armor like that, but you have no idea how to make it, so you would either have to do it by trying and failing multiple times, learn it like any other skill, or have someone make it for you. You would also have to find the materials needed for it, but it's always possible.

>>1600105
It seems like we have our great questions to ask. I'll get to writing.

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>Just a couple. First off, did you find anything that could have told you where stockpiles of medicine may be? Somewhere around us?

“Sorry Doctor, but no. The only medicine that would have been in large quantities around here is what you found at that High School. I suppose that if there was a designated outpost by the new government, it probably would have what you’re looking for, on a smaller scale though.” He answers, a little disappointed he couldn’t be of more help.

>Alright, so moving onto the actual government, do you know anything about the Agenda of this group? Are they going to try to recreate the US government but in a more tyrannical way?

Quintilius takes a minute to chew on the question posed to you before he comes to his realization.

“From what I’ve seen of the correspondence between these three and a few other members, they have all thrown out the thought of democracy and want a pure dictatorship. Each of the three members would want a piece of the pie, Abrams in charge of the US military with no rules of engagement, a ruler who doesn’t need to pass anything through congress, and a man who would know everything about everyone on earth through uncontrolled spying.” Quintilius goes quiet for a few seconds after that last part. “Well there goes “See no evil, speak evil and say no evil”.

He gets up again and goes to find another notebook, and sits down to flip through a few pages.

“If the government is still in control, you can bet that these men are in complete control. If they have Lincoln on lockdown, as well as as much military support I think they have, then they have a good chance to keep their power. These men are ruthless and brilliant, as they have manipulated their way through the last 40 years. Now maybe you’re okay with this actually. Maybe you don’t like democracy and welcome your new overlords, I’m okay with that. Just know though, that I have my suspicions where this plague really came from, and if these three men did everything in their power to help prevent.” Quintilius says, the lights from the server making him much more menacingly.

>If that’s the case, then we should be very wary about the General. He is a 4 star general, and has his reservations about the old governmental system. I’m not saying he’s working with them, but I’m saying we shouldn’t tell him about any of this stuff except the helpful information you downloaded. One more question though, is there anything else you can tell me about this ARAPNET?

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“That’s probably the best course of action. Now, this ARAPNET is like I said, a backup of a lot of websites, government and civilian, in case of some world ending event. They have everything from wikipedia to academic journals. If we could get my house powered back up, and I could get printers, ink and paper, I could start putting together manuals or whatever else needed to teach people, and preserve civilization. Of course. This is a big ask, so it would take some time, but I feel like it is worth it. ARAPNET also has many government websites, which is how I managed to find the correspondence, but I also found military weapons, military plans for invasions of every country on earth, even the US. Like i said, this is basically a backup of the most important parts of the internet. Well, I suppose we could move on to the information I have actually downloaded. Come on.” Quintilius finishes, as he pushes his chair away from him and walks down the ladder.

You follow him down and he seals the attic back up. The Roman walks down some stairs into his garage, where he has his shop set up, where he would fix computers for a living. Instead, it looks like he tore out the innards of every desktop and laptop he could find.

“I had to quickly download everything as the world was ending literally right outside, so I grabbed whatever storage device I could and hooked it up. So we have the hard drives stacked over in that corner, and the USB drives in some drawers over n the other corner. I have written what was on each device in sharpie, so it should make it easier to get what we need when we need it. So I guess we are going to tell the General only about this then?” He asks, looking to you for guidance.

>No, we’re going to hand everything we know over. It can only help serve our community
>No, we’re handing nothing over to him. This information could be a bartering chip and we’ll hold onto it for now.
>Yes, we’ll tell him about just this information you downloaded, and we’ll try to get you some generators to run your computers
>For now. After you do some more digging on the general, and I get this situation with Arsenal Island completed, then we’ll reassess
>Other

>>1601013
Tell him only about the barest essentials. Tell him Quintillius managed to download manuals on useful subjects but requires power to actually print the data.

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>>1601223
Then after that, we'll scour any information regarding the General and get to the current Arsenal Island situation.

(Quintilis is basically our HoP. Pic related)

>>1601013
>For now. After you do some more digging on the general, and I get this situation with Arsenal Island completed, then we’ll reassess
We need to get that information distributed, as well as incorporating cremation into every funeral and burial procedure.

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>>1601223
YES
This comrade knows the stuff
SUPPORTIN

Alright, it seems that we're going to tell the General about the useful information, but leave out the useful information, until further notice.

>>1601591
That seems to be the gist of things amigo

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>I’ll tell the General about just this information here, and how you need power to start sifting through everything, while we’ll work out the printer and ink situation if he wants to go that route.

“I want to thank you for what you’ve done for me in just the last two hours. You’ve given me purpose and made me feel like I’m doing something productive. I’m forever in your service.” Quintilius says, his eyes a little glossy.

You bid your farewell and walk over to the General’s house. The two guards out by the front door nod you in and you walk downstairs into the war room. You notice that it is a little more packed than when you saw it before, with some boxes in the corners, and a nice liquor cabinet installed. In a side room, the general has fixed it up to be a fine little office for himself, with a nice oak desk and a leather chair. You wonder where he found all of this stuff, and if he repurposed it from some locals.

The General is reading some papers behind his desk when he sees you approach. He puts down the papers and gets up to come over to you.

“Ah, Xavier, it’s a welcome surprise to see you up and moving. I knew you were hardy, but I didn’t think you would be up and moving that quickly. I was also told that you chewed out one of my patrols. Good, because these men need to know that their actions have extreme consequences, now more than ever. Anyway, was there something you needed, or were you just here to say you want to get back to work?” The general asks, flashing a smile with that last thing he said.

>Well actually, I wanted to talk to you about a very valuable opportunity we have. A stronghurst local owned a computer repair shop before the fall, and when Stronghurst was a mess, he had holed up in his home and downloaded information on almost anything you could think of. From engineering to agriculture. The problem lies in the fact that he has no power to his home, and therefore can’t access or print the information he has stored. I think it would be a worthy investment if we could start accessing this information to our benefit.

General Tristus gently rubs his hands and looks down at his desk for a good minute before snapping to you.

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“Hmmmm, well you are right, it would be a worthy investment, especially if we could make multiple manuals and guides. My colleague Tobias would probably be more versed in this, so I’ll send you to him after we’re done. There is another issue though, is that we need the gasoline to power our generators, or go fully to wind power, which would require someone who knows about that shit, and the materials needed. We would then need the printers required, and the ink also. Luckily I think I have a solution that would be knocking both birds out. Arsenal Island has a large building for just bureaucratic shit, so they would have printers and ink we’ll get as well as hopefully their equipment. Soon, we’ll be strong enough to hold our own. Come see me tomorrow and we’ll talk more about the plan. It’s good to have you back, Doctor.” The general says, with a smile you can easily tell is genuine. Tristus sure is happy about something.
And that is it for this thread. Sorry the last few hours were sidetracked, but I was mugged by the Steam Sale, so I was a little preoccupied. The next thread will be sometime tomorrow, where I will announce it on my twitter. For those who don’t follow, I’m sure you’ll just catch it as /qst/ is painfully slow.


Thank you all for playing, and I have mild adoration for each and everyone of you!

>>1602747
Thanks for running R!

Also point out how the information downloaded might contain wind generator blueprints.