James walked up. "Sure. I should be able to do a makeshift job with this bolt here...." James first backed a good distance from shkids, and then grasped the bolt between his hands and used as a drill, making crude holes in both the broken sides of the crossbow shaft.He then repeated with 3 other bolts, and stabbed the bolts into the holes. He then put the two sides back together. He made sure to straighten the stock carefully. He then grabbed the string and started weaving it back together.
A half hour later, he finished. "There. Your crossbow. If anyone else needs a bow or a crossbow, or heck-- even a blowgun, I've made those before, come to me."
Last Edit: May 11, 2011 23:19:16 GMT by GloveParty
Poison glove, slowly robbing you of your health in a hail of poisonous punches.
You also took a few more hours just to weave the string together, right...?
Well, it'll take me about 10 seconds to straighten the gun and aim it... Very lacking now. I wonder if it'll still be useful for something. We'll need more proper materials to fix it sometime... Anyways... I'll carry it in the burnt suitcase for now... *places the fixed Compound Crossbow inside of the charred suitcase it was found in, that was salvaged*
This will have to be able to carry it until I need it sometime...
*sits up and grabs all 29 of my bolts and places them inside of my suitcase as well*
Hm... A bit stuffy, but it fits... Anyways, I need to make a new weapon... *digs in the sand with a rock, hoping to find something useful*
Nothing to do for now until the rain stops... Anyone have a suggestion?
"I could make a new bow or crossbow if you'd like, although it'd take a few days to get the materials and a day to make it if you want a crossbow. Bows would take less time though."
Poison glove, slowly robbing you of your health in a hail of poisonous punches.
-Walks around almost aimlessly, holding a thick branch that serves as a club. He would look around, thinking there may be other survivors. Being the pilot, he took almost no responsibility in the emergency, jumping out of the plane at the first sign of danger. He landed on this island, and 'adapted' rather quickly, carrying a small pouch filled with about 15 berries picked from a bush somewhere. He was heading towards the ocean, to the crach site, to see if there were any other survivors.
Honestly, I'd like a bow. I've had more... Detailed training for one. It takes me about 20 minutes to make an arrow. If I have any feathers lying around somewhere... Or some sort of material, I could probably fletch the arrows... Attaching half-feathers to the ends of the arrows with some material... Letting it dry for some while... And we have an arrow... I guess that's one way of doing it... I've decided to make the bow right now. We will do it. The string from the crossbow, and some of its other materials can be used for the tying and other required actions. I trust you to be able to be up to the task. I'll help in any way I can. I'll start making arrows... Tons of feathers all over the ground, I saw earlier, but they're really dirty. All well. Lets do this.
[After the cargo ship struck a shallow reef three days ago, and his makeshift raft broke, Alex had been drifting at sea for half a day now, coming closer to an island. But he had no clue, for he was barely conscious.]
"I guess I'll look for a good branch...." James wandered into a tree heavy area and looked for a good solid branch. HE foudn one of the right size, but it snapped when he tried to bend it. "Blast."
Poison glove, slowly robbing you of your health in a hail of poisonous punches.
Hm... Feathers... Fletchings... *looks at the ocean, with nothing in sight, until...* Wait, what is that? It looks like a... A body...? *the wave lifts the body and carries it to the shore* Oh my, it's a body! *runs to the body of the person, and starts pumping their lungs, and he coughs up a large amount of water* Oh my... Hey, are you conscious? Hey! Someone, is there a doc- Oh, lol. *starts to check his pulse, and starts to push his stomach, and perform other procedures while everyone else is sleeping* Wait, that sounds... Oh well. *after a while, I've done all I can, and I carry him to the shelter, now crowded, and put a blanket over him* What has this world gotten to...
James found the right branch after a good hour of searching- flexible, yet strong and large enough to make a good English longbow. He started returning to camp and sees someone else. "Oh, who is this?"
Poison glove, slowly robbing you of your health in a hail of poisonous punches.
Oh, hello James. I found this body floating in the waves, and it swept to shore. I confirmed that it was still alive, although not sure if it'll wake up...
By the way, that looks like a nice branch. Now... *opens the crossbow case* Lets start making it, shall we? By the way, I've made 4 arrows so far. Almost 5. So, the string... From the compound crossbow...
"Let's get to work... Although It's going to take me the rest of the day to do this." JAmes ripped the string out from the crossbow, and grabbed a bolt, stabbing the finest hole he could through his thivk branch. He then calculated the distance... the string was too long. HE rectified this by takign a sharp rock and hacking away at it fro ten minutes. HE then punched a hole in the other side of the soon-to-be bow and put the string through one end. "Now THIS here is going to be the long part." James took the bow and started arching, trying to get it arched enough so the string would fit. This took him two hours, and the day was almost over. HE then wrapped a piece of leaf around it to serve as a kind of nock- the best he could accomplish. IT took four hours all in all. "PHew. Finished. There."
Poison glove, slowly robbing you of your health in a hail of poisonous punches.
We're going to need food other than bananas, peanuts, and stale chocolate chip cookies. Are there any small ponds or streams that may provide fish. I'll need to make some fish hooks, first, however.
[After what seemed like years to Alex, he finally awoke]
Where the hell am I? Last think I remember....[Reaches for his calf, feeling for his knife, it's missing]....Damn it! Must of lost it when I fell off the boat......Wonder what happened to Jim....."
[His expression goes blank as he sits to ponder his thoughts]
I actually have to measure my actions in real time, so... I now have made 6 arrows... 1arrow/20min. I'll act as if everything has been done already, somehow. Timing is different on both sides, so it'll just mix...
We're finally done with my longbow. Thank you, James. We'll be able to hunt now, more efficiently. Now, I'll just place my bow into my suitcase... Almost too big for this suitcase... Still fits! *puts the bow and arrows into the suitcase (I shouldn't call this a suitcase, should I)*.
Rock, can you watch the rest of the people for me while we build a new shelter? Or do you want to help us? Food can come later. Oh, I know! We can take a bit of metal from my scrapped compound crossbow. Make it into a fish hook, and maybe we can take the remaining crossbow's string and use it as a fishing line. I'll leave the stick finding, and the making of these things to you, Rock. Now, the rest of us will find materials to build a shelter... In the rain... Oh wait, it's getting dark. We'll do it tomorrow.
It's still raining, and we might find some more survivors, so it better last us the night, this hut. Oh, newcomer has awoken. Are you okay? Are you hurt?
Sticks? Oh, that must be my bad. I placed them there next to the fire so that they would dry. And by the way, ship? What happened? We are here because our plane crashed. What happened to your ship? Oh, food? Rock will help you with that. Rock,, if you're going to oversee us, organize us like a leader. Right now, as well.
And by the way, some of us were able to salvage supplies from the plane before it completely burnt up. I had my crossbow, which Shkids broke... An unnamed ex-Nonja has his katana... GGoodie has a lighter... Vertigo has a long line of rope... General Veers has a blanket... Rock, the stewardess' cart... TheShadowLord, a water desalinator unit, purifying salt water... That's all that we had.
Rock, remember, I offer my materials. Feel free to make a fishing rod.
Post by Fringe Pioneer on May 12, 2011 3:09:52 GMT
Who is this General Veers character of whom you speak? I am Jacob Smith, a chief executive officer if the stockholders back in the States haven't already heard news of this plane crash and voted on a new CEO. *Jacob Smith grumbles.*
Well, anyhow, I should probably help make the hut. We need sticks, leaves, and possibly mud or clay or something for insulation.
So, we'll need those things, definitely. This current shelter isn't very... Stable, at that. A wind could blow it down if over a simple gust. Mud will be all over the place, sandy though. Leaves are all over as well, nearby. The jungle. Clay, probably have to dig a bit deeper for mud. Insulation? I see. We might need a vent for the smoke when making fires.
Thank you for the knowledge, businessman. How do you know so much about survival and surviving in this wild place?
On another note, I can't find any more feathers nearby... I'll wait for tomorrow... And in the morning, we'll all work and live another day. Some of us have been sleeping for over a day... They must be tired from the crash and events. All right then, I'll be lying down on this sand... For... A while...
Evan: Monsieur, it is most obviously daytime. I do not know what you are rambling about as if it is night time.
Evan: We are in Africa, right?
Evan: Apart from that, I suppose we need to get some food. And somewhere to store it, it isn't good to leave it in the... rain? It is raining, yes? Well of course, yes.
Evan: Where did you find these nice cozy large leaves? I'm going to sleep in one. They make good sleeping bags. Unless they are poisonous. In which case I will die tonight. Probably.
Evan: So, tonight, I shall sleep in this leaf. Do not, I repeat, DO NOT, take my leaf.
First of all I have a bag and a katana. The bag has some stuff in it. Not all good. And I give you guys apart from you know who a torch. Then I walk away.
shkidscensor Not That while this isn't my real age, it is my birthday. the guild of DIPRIP Aliases, shkidsbeta, shkids, shkidsceta (only in realm of the mad god) bckids ( random places) sorry I like realm of the mad god. Please buy a ticket at the Memzakian lottery, the tickets cost 35 DBs each, prizes are great. Link here: Memzakian Lottery! Play it or beware the wrath oryx
First of all I have a bag and a katana. The bag has some stuff in it. Not all good. And I give you guys apart from you know who a torch. Then I walk away.
OOC: My Doom Bringer crashed at the same time as your guy's plane. I was the pilot. So yah. I can bring my suitcase.
If you two cannot obey the clearly set out rules for this game, you will be banned from this and all further iterations of Stranded. Nobody who joined after the first day may start with any items, mo matter what your backstory is. Any further argument and you will be rejected from the game.
In a lighter tone of things, the rain has stopped, but has been replaced with a harsh, burning sun. All of the plane's food has expired and is inedible, which means that now more than ever searching for native food sources is required. HINT: A river may be helpful, but watch out for piranhas... VITALITY 90/100 Hungry and hot!
"My fuckin lyrics ta you is git hooked up: if you find a phat ho you'll be aiiight; if not, you'll become a philosopher." - Socrates
Umm, I know I will get rejected but you started at the 10may my first post, 10 may said I hd a bag. Do, I have it or not, I did say I had stuff in my bag. Theytook the stewardess thing. So the rules work with a bag. There. I am allowed to, and there.
shkidscensor Not That while this isn't my real age, it is my birthday. the guild of DIPRIP Aliases, shkidsbeta, shkids, shkidsceta (only in realm of the mad god) bckids ( random places) sorry I like realm of the mad god. Please buy a ticket at the Memzakian lottery, the tickets cost 35 DBs each, prizes are great. Link here: Memzakian Lottery! Play it or beware the wrath oryx
Umm, I know I will get rejected but you started at the 10may my first post, 10 may said I hd a bag. Do, I have it or not, I did say I had stuff in my bag. Theytook the stewardess thing. So the rules work with a bag. There. I am allowed to, and there.
Please read the entire first page.
"My fuckin lyrics ta you is git hooked up: if you find a phat ho you'll be aiiight; if not, you'll become a philosopher." - Socrates