OOC:OK,general consensus seems to be the stranded option,excellent. Just a tip,before we begin: -Take it slowly,ponder your decisions,discuss them with the other players.There are no freebies,once your character is dead he is dead.
OOC: Alright my plan is to go have a look at the nearest spiky plant and eat it. But on a more serious note, do you have plans to restart this once we all die? If you don't then would you allow one of us to continue it?
Day 1. 10.00 M.??? The Valkyrie had been shaking for a while,throwing the occupants and its cargo around like they were ragdolls. The few passagers that werent awake already with the expectiation of seeing this new planet they were sent to recon quickly woke up with the impacts of their bones coliding with the skeleton of the flyer. Nothing could have predicted what just happened,and nobody understood it yet.Just a minute before,the pilot announced an ETA of 50 seconds to the surface,and then,all of a sudden,all of the vehicle controls collapsed,or started acting of its own accord. But none of that mattered now,as 5 men( OOC:You guys) found themselves in a beach,having been projected out of the now burning Valkyrie.These men were surprisingly unharmed,with as little as some harmless bruises. In front of these men,just as the beach were they now laid ended,there was a forest,as a border of sorts,spreading as far as the eye could see. Below them,the quickly buring carcass of their transport,consuming the bodies of their comrades and the extra supplies not packed into their backpacks. Directly below where the system's star could be seen,a small mountain showed some signs of white,reflecting the light of the star as if it was a searchligh,pointed directly at the group. OOC:The contents of the backpack are at your decision,though they must follow this parameter. -Only stuff that can actually fit into a backpack the size of your chest. -Only stuff that you can actually carry around effortlessly. -3 different things maximum. -5 units of said things maximum. -Logical,lore-wise,things.
That was the plan,you guys picked the no reinforcements option. It really depends on how quickly you guys die,and how enjoyable it turns out. So yes,i have plans to restart it,on a new scenario.
OOC: Finally... Excellent.. Everything nice.. Henrik rose and tried to steady his shaking body. With shaking hands he fetched his backpack and opened it to have a look at what he had taken with him. Backpack: -A large knife -Field axe -5 packs of dry rations Ah.. no guns, how typical of you Tapio, he thought to himself, well now the others who survived whatever the hell happened. "All alive and kicking?" He asked and gave a warm smile to the others.
Sergei was thrown a bit further than the rest, they always said the family had a bit of ratling in it and he was proof. As he got back up and reviewed the situation, it looked quite grim. A look through his backpack was helpful, as the crash had knocked some of his memory out as well it seemed. It contained: A forearm long kit to check water for the most basic threats, such as dangerous chemicals, minerals and the most common types of germs. A 2l canteen (about a gallon for you imperial measurement types) An emergency flashlight, he always carried one with him since his time in the lab. (Refrence to his past) OOC: I don't think I'm up to writing a russian accent so you guys have to imagine it "Everybody all right?" after getting up shakily he looked at the wreck, it was on fire but it seemed the fire hadn't reached the fuel tank yet. "That valkyrie looks to dangerous for me, I wouldn't go near it." He walked away from the burning vehicle and looked at the light on the mountain, the glare meant he couldn't really see it but he thought if they got closer maybe it would be some sort of ancient building made by Xenos.
