Post by Maximor on Mar 14, 2017 22:56:37 GMT
A young man awoke, this time naturally, to a new setting from where he had before. He got himself up from his twin sized mattress, and looked around to see his surroundings, an old basement that was in pretty good condition, but was outfitted to be a decent shelter. There were shelves, folding tables, chairs, drawers, and other furniture that makes a place feel more welcoming. There was also a bathroom with functional plumbing and a barely working shower, even though the water was never really warm. Even with all the things, this basement was still felt big and empty, leaving plenty of opportunity for personalization; the young man had already gotten started on making it feel like his home, on one post tear the entrance, a sign hung with the words "Max's Secret Base" painted on it, and the owner looked at it with a smile.
It felt like a long time, a month exactly had gone by. Despite not growing up in this unfamiliar world, Max adapted considerably well to it in a short time. Before his hibernation, Max had spent a lot of time on things that were then useless. He loved weapons, combat, sneaking around, and was a really good shot, but these skills had no use for his career because he wasn't going to give everything up to become an expendable jarhead, a brainwashed government tool, or a disgraceful buzzcut thug with a badge. There was no way for Max to get a job with these skills, so he had then chosen something practical to study, software development and security. He tried to go to college and do things the right way, but he was screwed over at every turn, either but shutting down institution that revoked his education and still charged him, or other parties competing with him. After this point, Max had enough of it all, and decided to forge his own path, his way and without anyone telling him what to do. Not wanting to become a part of a cult of personality just to be able to put his skills to use, he found his calling in underworld work, including contracts, backup, courier service, and other illegitimate jobs. He proved to be good at what he did, but had a traumatizing event which deterred him from continuing this work. After so many years of cryo-stasis from his last job of being a test subject, Max found that his skills were very useful in this new and brutal world.
After leaving the underground complex where he slept, Max wandered the ruined lands of Socal, and was lucky enough to meet other travelers who were friendly enough to help him get to a nearby settlement. When he got prepared, he set off into the shadow of the former world. His knowledge of the land before the Big One hit helped him get around, although it changed drastically and brought entirely new places to explore.
Max visited several places while finding various jobs and things to survive, the same kind of work he did after his career went to shit and before the experiment. It was almost no different than it was before, being hired to kill people, protecting a group while they are traveling, stealing information, and other shady activities. Several jobs later, Max built a reputation that earned him even more work opportunities, and he was given his own housing, in the form of a basement underneath a ruined house. He had a new home, work, the essentials and even luxuries at this point, he found success.
Still, with a growing reputation, Max would start to attract unwanted attention as well as the kind necessary for business, so he made the decision to take on a whole new identity. He traded his face for a new one, and became "Maximor Bloodpanda". Along with throwing off people who were out to get him, this new identity brought an even fiercer reputation to him.
Max reflected on all that he had done so far, underneath his new ice cold face, and smiled with satisfaction. While he was thinking, he had been preparing for another day, and now that he was finished, he got up and strolled to the exit with confidence, knowing that he adapted quite well to this new world.
It felt like a long time, a month exactly had gone by. Despite not growing up in this unfamiliar world, Max adapted considerably well to it in a short time. Before his hibernation, Max had spent a lot of time on things that were then useless. He loved weapons, combat, sneaking around, and was a really good shot, but these skills had no use for his career because he wasn't going to give everything up to become an expendable jarhead, a brainwashed government tool, or a disgraceful buzzcut thug with a badge. There was no way for Max to get a job with these skills, so he had then chosen something practical to study, software development and security. He tried to go to college and do things the right way, but he was screwed over at every turn, either but shutting down institution that revoked his education and still charged him, or other parties competing with him. After this point, Max had enough of it all, and decided to forge his own path, his way and without anyone telling him what to do. Not wanting to become a part of a cult of personality just to be able to put his skills to use, he found his calling in underworld work, including contracts, backup, courier service, and other illegitimate jobs. He proved to be good at what he did, but had a traumatizing event which deterred him from continuing this work. After so many years of cryo-stasis from his last job of being a test subject, Max found that his skills were very useful in this new and brutal world.
After leaving the underground complex where he slept, Max wandered the ruined lands of Socal, and was lucky enough to meet other travelers who were friendly enough to help him get to a nearby settlement. When he got prepared, he set off into the shadow of the former world. His knowledge of the land before the Big One hit helped him get around, although it changed drastically and brought entirely new places to explore.
Max visited several places while finding various jobs and things to survive, the same kind of work he did after his career went to shit and before the experiment. It was almost no different than it was before, being hired to kill people, protecting a group while they are traveling, stealing information, and other shady activities. Several jobs later, Max built a reputation that earned him even more work opportunities, and he was given his own housing, in the form of a basement underneath a ruined house. He had a new home, work, the essentials and even luxuries at this point, he found success.
Still, with a growing reputation, Max would start to attract unwanted attention as well as the kind necessary for business, so he made the decision to take on a whole new identity. He traded his face for a new one, and became "Maximor Bloodpanda". Along with throwing off people who were out to get him, this new identity brought an even fiercer reputation to him.
Max reflected on all that he had done so far, underneath his new ice cold face, and smiled with satisfaction. While he was thinking, he had been preparing for another day, and now that he was finished, he got up and strolled to the exit with confidence, knowing that he adapted quite well to this new world.