Post by Roku on Aug 15, 2011 11:08:57 GMT -5
There are ten spots left, and you're a young army personel with a shotgun. No one else has a weapon of any kind, so really, you call the shots.
There are 15 people in the immediate vicinity, including yourself, and there is a shelter with enough food to last 10 people three years, which is a little bit longer than the projected time the world needs to decontaminate.
Before you, here are the other 15 people...
A male graphic artist in his mid thirties.
A fifteen-year-old girl in a wheel chair.
A toddler boy known to have cystic fibrosis.
A male priest who's about 40.
A female cop in her mid 40s.
An archaeologist/inventor/scientist who's 60.
A female senior politician.
A professional basketball player in his prime. He left school in grade five.
Your commanding officer, twenty years your senior, he had his left hand blown off but he's still kicking. he has been through countless wars, and survival is his specialty.
A Female english teacher.
A Female doctor who doesn't speak english. Everyone else speaks either english and another language she doesn't understand. She's 25. She's also the last person of east asian descent around.
A firefighter chief, about 40.
A twenty year-old male with mental problems.
A seventy year-old male with who has spent his life studying nuclear fallout, mass extinctions, agriculture, wildlife, and weather. He's the one who brought everyone to the shelter.
And then there's you. A medic soldier. You carried two people on your back, you've survived this war, you're a good leader, you have first aid training, you're more use to them alive than dead. And you're in charge.
Who dies and who lives?
There are 15 people in the immediate vicinity, including yourself, and there is a shelter with enough food to last 10 people three years, which is a little bit longer than the projected time the world needs to decontaminate.
Before you, here are the other 15 people...
A male graphic artist in his mid thirties.
A fifteen-year-old girl in a wheel chair.
A toddler boy known to have cystic fibrosis.
A male priest who's about 40.
A female cop in her mid 40s.
An archaeologist/inventor/scientist who's 60.
A female senior politician.
A professional basketball player in his prime. He left school in grade five.
Your commanding officer, twenty years your senior, he had his left hand blown off but he's still kicking. he has been through countless wars, and survival is his specialty.
A Female english teacher.
A Female doctor who doesn't speak english. Everyone else speaks either english and another language she doesn't understand. She's 25. She's also the last person of east asian descent around.
A firefighter chief, about 40.
A twenty year-old male with mental problems.
A seventy year-old male with who has spent his life studying nuclear fallout, mass extinctions, agriculture, wildlife, and weather. He's the one who brought everyone to the shelter.
And then there's you. A medic soldier. You carried two people on your back, you've survived this war, you're a good leader, you have first aid training, you're more use to them alive than dead. And you're in charge.
Who dies and who lives?
