You are on the run, A fugitive. The only places that dont know you are other contries. To live, you chose to live in the city on and off for the rest of your life in Qubakastin. Your mission, to live and not get caught. All you were able to scrap from homewas a Knife, a tent, and a phone. Food, now food will come later, You can live awhile without food. What you do, Is your choice. And your choice can be right or Wrong.
Name: Age: Gen: ---About You---- Why You Are Running: Personality: Looks: -----Inventory----- Weapons:Knife (Dull&small) Tech:Phone (No Bateries) Supplies:Tent (Medium) Food:N/A Liquids:N/A Material:N/A Misc:N/A ---Info--- Location:Qubakastin (Mountian Forest or Desert you pick) Home:Medium Tent Pets:None Friends:None Eniemies:The FBI
Name:Thresh Age:18 Gen:M ---About You---- Why You Are Running:Stole government bomb and missle codes Personality:Resouceful,persuasive Looks:Blonde,brown eyes,normal build -----Inventory----- Weapons:Knife (Dull&small) Tech:Phone (No Bateries) Supplies:Tent (Medium) Food:N/A Liquids:N/A Material:N/A Misc:N/A ---Info--- Location:Qubakastin Mountain Forest Home:Medium Tent Pets:None Friends:None Eniemies:The FBI
You are moving up to the north when two small Qubakien kids run by. "Who are you Mister?" they have an asccent, but you can still understand them. They look around twelve or eleven.
