The Motherland.
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The Motherland.
The Motherland
Satisfaction does not come with achievement, but with effort. Full effort is full victory.
Background
The ground trembles as an armoured truck drives on the abandoned parking next to hospital, the backdoors got pushed open continued by two men holding each one side. Both of them stared at the hospital but with a sudden knock on the side of the truck they were pulled back to reality, "Heads up soldiers." The driver said who came out of his cockpit. The group of five people, all who are dressed up in either a white or grey shirt with a jeans, boots and a noticable red rag placed around their head started to unload and unwrap several packages that were placed in the back of the truck, they soon were all armed with a handgun. One of them, a rather hobo looking kind of guy held a backpack in his right hand.
"SHUT THE DOOR, NOW." *CLACK* "Stand back now." The group remained only three men now, one who sat down against a cupboard with his shirt ripped apart and his hands clutched on his head, the other two were still securing the door. "Help me to shove this desk against the door." The guy with the backpack and the driver made a sound of relief after shoving the desk against the door, they as well lowered themselves to the ground.[/i]
Rules
+ You're bound to put your character next to realism at all times.
+ Maturity and common sense are necessary, OOC hostility to other Zday members will result in a kick.
+ Having a decent knowledge of the English language is a necessity.
+ Respect the ranks, report those to the Heart who make your Roleplay feel as slavery.
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Notes
Satisfaction does not come with achievement, but with effort. Full effort is full victory.
Background
The ground trembles as an armoured truck drives on the abandoned parking next to hospital, the backdoors got pushed open continued by two men holding each one side. Both of them stared at the hospital but with a sudden knock on the side of the truck they were pulled back to reality, "Heads up soldiers." The driver said who came out of his cockpit. The group of five people, all who are dressed up in either a white or grey shirt with a jeans, boots and a noticable red rag placed around their head started to unload and unwrap several packages that were placed in the back of the truck, they soon were all armed with a handgun. One of them, a rather hobo looking kind of guy held a backpack in his right hand.
~ A few hours later ~
"SHUT THE DOOR, NOW." *CLACK* "Stand back now." The group remained only three men now, one who sat down against a cupboard with his shirt ripped apart and his hands clutched on his head, the other two were still securing the door. "Help me to shove this desk against the door." The guy with the backpack and the driver made a sound of relief after shoving the desk against the door, they as well lowered themselves to the ground.[/i]
Rules
+ You're bound to put your character next to realism at all times.
+ Maturity and common sense are necessary, OOC hostility to other Zday members will result in a kick.
+ Having a decent knowledge of the English language is a necessity.
+ Respect the ranks, report those to the Heart who make your Roleplay feel as slavery.
+
+
+
+
Notes
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