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Chapter 2
What Do You Do Next?
Take Stock of What You Have.
You go over your gear and supplies for the fiftieth time, just as you do around dawn EVERY morning for the past month and a half, right before you go to sleep, but there will be no rest for the weary today: today your Ordeal ENDS: one way or another.
First of course you have your OKC3S survival knife, which is issued to every man sent on the Ordeal, it has saved your life more than once.
You have a quiver of 10 fire hardened hickory javelins, and a Atalatle throwing stick to give them better range and penetration.
You have a 25 foot aluminum chain attached to a folding aluminum grappling hook: some crampons and pitons and a climbing harness.
You have a hunter safety orange nylon backpack which you have disguised with mud, twigs, and leaves to render it more inconspicuous.
You have a nylon and polyester winter coat in dark green, also camouflaged with dirt and leaves.
You have a fully loaded 6 shot .22 revolver and a box of 10 bullets for it, it's action is easy and its trigger sensitive, but it wont win any beauty contests.
You have a sturdy pair of boots, old army standard issue, in digital forest camo.
You have a pair of nylon parachute pants, and over them black wool felt trousers.
You have an aluminum mess kit, salvaged from a crashed chopper.
You have a pair of army issue field glasses, taken from a wrecked hummer. One side doesn't focus quite the same as the other but you can use them like a telescope if nothing else, and there are a few 'sweet spots' where they ALMOST line up.
You have enough MREs to last 10 days, IF you don't go to half rations.
You have your lucky Talisman, your father's driver's licence, which reads:
/========================================\
Name: Rev. Winston Decker Jr.
D.o.B.: 10-21-2039 Ethnicity: Mixed Race
Sex: M. Eyes: Hazel. Hair: Lt Brown
Authorizations: Classes; D, M, G.
Gov: Laura Chambers III
Clerk: Margret Decker
\========================================/
Lastly, you have half a white cotton pillowcase, painted with a black peace symbol on both sides: a flag of parlay.
What's Your Next Move?
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Rise Up
A young man inherits responsibility for a colony of survivors. (Adders Encouraged!)
It is the year 2087, the five plagues of 'Armageddon' have reduced humanity to a handful of enclaves eking out an existence on the fringes of the world. In one of these enclaves, a mountain fastness in what was once southern Pennsylvania, a young man becomes leader of the colony when he defeats the aged tyrant that has held power for 20 years.
Updated on Nov 15, 2015
Created on Jul 21, 2015
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