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Info: This is a zombie RP, I will decide what happens, but you control your character. Simaler to Ruin Runner.
Stuff: In 2019, a disease that caused infected humans to become zombies took over many parts of the world. When an infected person bites an human, he will succumemb to his wounds, and become a zombies within a day. Gangs have robbed and pillaged the world. It is spreading. You, a survivor, must make your way on the world. The only way to kill the infected is by damaging the brain, or decapitating the infected.
Ps: game will start September 25, 2013. Sign up soon! To sign up, put your Character's personality, name, and strategies. Pss: I will give your load out!
Sounds like fun!
Name: Gilliad Sypher
Personality: Antisocial, doesn't like bugs. Any bug.
Strategies: Avoid getting bit, and aim for the head.
Aye, zoundz major! Ah'll join!
Name: Sawk
Personality: Timid and very cowardly
Strategies: Run away, hide; let someone else go first
Cool! By the way, you'll wont all be in one group. I'll post youlls location in the world when this starts.
Well, today's the day! ;D
I was thinking about giving this another day.. Well I'm sure whoever wanted has done it. Well, I guess I'll allow to sign up while in game. I'll start in the next post, this could be a long opening.
Gilliad: India, but your American.
Sawk: Calafornia, USA
Let's assume your character is 20-29 Also, I might have to post a few times each time a set a scene.
Gilliad: You've been following a large group of teens for a long while, almost all of the armed with guns. Their numbers are about 2 score. (40). You, and them, then spot a cabin on the horizon. They teens seem to walk faster now. You see a zombie come out, and then two other. The teens rush in with no stratedgy. They leave those who were bitten, a whole ten due to their stupidity, to die. You wait for the fire to go down, for they have burnt the cabin, by now they have become zombies. You know there's better weapons inside. What do you do? PS: your load out is a rusty, easily breakable hatchet. And a few days food.
Sawk: You are in Los Angelos, roaming in the shadows, avoiding all zombies. You smirk as you think of the zombie's stupidity, just as you walk into the face of one, druel hanging from a dangling jaw. You back away, wielding your pipe club. As you turn around you see at least 3 of the ones you had just smirked about. Your pinned in, and your pipe is too heavy to heavy to kill them all. You then see the first zombies meal, a poor man holding a pistol, you practically jump for the firearm, dropping your pipe behind you. But when you attemp to shoot the pistol, all you hear is a soft click, and nothing comes out. Defenseless, you look around wildly and see a sewer cap, your only possible hope. What do you do?
Load out: nothing but a bag of chips, in the vintage haversack you managed to salvage.
Ooc: I know this is for fun, but I don't think our loadouts are very logical. Who in their right mind would grab their worst hatchet out of their shed, and use it for surviving the apocalypse. Just saying. ;)
Gilliad stared hard at the scene before him. He had a plan. He would sneak around to the back of the cabin, bust the window, and climb inside. Hopefully there would be no zombies inside, and if there were, his hatchet might be useful...
Then cabin is destroyed and half burnt remember... And it's only 3 rooms, with 10 zombies, also, as for you weapon. You've been surviving for a few years, I don't know what happened to your weapons. But I'm sure you'll find something good!
Gilliad: as you walk in from the burst window, all the zombies immediately turn you direction. You see a bed behind you. And there's half a machete on the floor, missing the top half. Perhaps, I'd you refrain from stabs, you can kill one of them before you perish. (If you die, you respawn at another part of your location, like nothin ever happened...)
Ooc: How do you break a machete? In half no less? :D
Gilliad turned to face his foes. This wasn't looking too good. He terminated the closest one by a swift hatchet to it's rotted skull. He bent dow, and grabbed his halfchete. He slung it at one, hoping to injure it.
He braced himself against the wall, and shoved the bed at the main group of undead.
The hatchet broke as it hit the zombies skull. The bed fell on half the zombies, with a sickening crunch. It killed two, and two others were crawling on the floor, their lower bodies shattered. That makes 5 alive, and two crawling on the ground, watch your feet! You are now defenseless to, since you had to throw the machete.
Btw, if you read Max Brook's (creator of WAR WAR Z) book: Zombie Survival Guide, this is pretty much the same, but an RP, exept in max brooks books, zombies have been alive since caveman times..
Sawk was terrified. This would have been the understatement of the century had anyone been around to write it down, fiercely edit the three words down to three words, create a newspaper so that they could have something to publish it in, create a column for said task, publish it, and then sell it to the public for a fiver and a pack of fries; but why anyone would go to all of that trouble just to publish three very dumb words in a very dumb column in a very dumb newspaper and then sell it to a very dumb public that by now had become a very dumb bunch of zombies is quite an absurd and totally irrelevant notion and so we shall move on from that. So once again, Sawk was terrified. He reached for the sewer-cap while at the same time swinging his haversack at the zombies. This is it, he thought despairingly to himself. They're going to get me, and then I'll be zombie-chow! He rather thought himself quite clever for outwitting those other zombies, so he thought it was highly unfair of the Universe to put him through this highly traumatic and overall mean scare and that he'd better get some form of compensation in the afterlife. He screamed.
Wow, I had ME saying, what's gonna happen, what's gonna happen? That writing reminded me of lemony snicket to...
As he reached for the drain, he slipped and fell, while close to the wall, his foot accidentally opened and the pipe, and he fell through, but hit his head and went unconscious. He soon woke up at the bottom of the sewers, mindless eyes staring down at him.. When he saw the shapes nearby, there were at least 3 zombies there. Around him, 4 tunnels split in diff derections. He noticed his haversack next to him.
Ooc: Man, you are bent on killing us! You make us sound like idiots! :D Sheesh, the zombies haven't taken our brains yet! ;)
Gilliad was anything but defense less. He ripped off a post from the bed and began furiously whacking about at anything near him, which happened to be zombies.
Zombie necks snapped loudly as the heavy bed post hit them, but one zombie happened to get at his side, and ripped a chunk out. Gilliad felt dizzy as he was pulled down under at least 4 pairs of arms, and eaten alive.
Game over! Respawn! Load out: a 4 inch Bowie knife, long enough to reach through the soul, and into a zombie brain.
You are in an office building, you begin searching. Contrary to poular belief, these places are gold mines. People flocked to office buildings In the beggining, and many set up bunkers,witch had guns and good handheld weapons. But, apart from gold mines, they are also hives of zombies. 2 zombies appear down the aisle, and the other 5 don't see you yet. You duck, seeing a lightly used machete.
Ooc: Could you rephrase, like, all of that? What in the heck just happened? And please use punctuation, and correct spelling, because I didn't understand any of your next paragraph. All I got was "gold mines" and people being in begging.
I'll edit it!
Edit: the above has been edited, kill on!
Ooc: I'll edit this later today, but thank you my good sir!
Ok then
Sawk grabbed his haversack and ran frantically towards the third tunnel. He didn't ken why he chose that one, maybe it was sheer terror, maybe it was stupidity, maybe it was sheer stupidity and terror. Either way, he tore like a mouse running from a really very large predatory bird which was a pretty close comparison in Sawk's opinion away down the tunnel.
Sawk: as you reach the end of the tunnel, you see light. You also see a ladder. When you get up it, you're in the down town, where you were heading you hole up Ina building, to get yourself on shape. You find a rifle there, with 12 bullets. Just then you see a zombie horde passing by, dispersing after attacking a nearby fort. A zombie sees you, and gurgles and heads toward you. Your in a three story mall, you realize. The zombies are cracking at the door. What do you do? Go up the broken escalator, figh the at least 60 zombies, or hide?
Sawk could have chosen to fight the zombies. Sawk could have bravely stood his ground, despite impossible odds. Sawk could have done something really brave. He would have definitely stood up and fired away at the zombie horde, except for one tiny thing; a smidgen of a speck of an extremely small detail. Sawk was a coward. Sawk did not choose to fight the zombies. Sawk did not bravely stand his ground against impossible odds. He didn't do something really brave. And he most certainly did not stand up and fire away at the zombie horde, although he did stand. No, Sawk did not do any of those things. As stated previously, Sawk was a coward. Sawk threw the rifle to the side and tore like the devil was after him up the broken escalator and away from the zombie horde.
Sawk got the to the escalator, to find a body with multiple bite wounds. He remembered his rifle, but he was to scared. Not an option now. The zombie was gone. You see a katana on the body. A shotgun with many rounds next to him. Might do well to sell, but shotguns are horrible. Can't aim for the head. Probably what killed the man. You see some stairs, up to floor three. The last floor. There is also a service ladder. You can take both eepons or just one. Here are your choices:
Go up the service ladder.
Barricade the escalator, and fight It out.
Go for the rifle, but the zombies are close to getting in.
I couldn't fit your last option in. Here it is:
Go to floor three.
Sawk never even saw the weapons. Or if he did he didn't consciously percieve them. Instead he tore right over the body and made for the stairs. If he lived through this, he was going to have a strong word with his lawyer about the way the Universe was treating him, and perhaps file several complaints about the whole dumb time stream for dumping him into this horrendous time period. The least it could have done was to have him born into some time where the only problems you had to worry about were what type of jam to put on your toast and simple things like that. Not bein' chased by horrendous monsters that wanted to devour you. That was extremely unpleasant and overall not enjoyable.
When you get to the top of the stairs, you see many shops. There a five zombies coming toward you. Your options:
Fight them with your FISTS
Go back down the stairs, and do something else.
Throw yourself to the zombies, you have given up on looking for a time with jam on bread.
Sawk screeched, stopped himself, and turned back the way he had come. Maybe that service ladder was a better choice, he thought as he hurried back down the stairs. Maybe if I climb up it I'll be able to get out of here! He came back down the stairs and approached the ladder. "Maybe I'll find something useful up here!" he said to himself, looking up the long ladder. He started to frantically climb. Suddenly he stopped. Like maybe a teleport he added as an afterthought grimly and continued up.
The ladder led up two floors. It came out on the roof. You see a helicopter, and men with guns and Kevlar. The don't appear professional. They point the guns at you, as they load up the copter with food and clothing.
Go back down
Act like a zombie
Tell them who you are
Rush them with your FIST
Sawk screeched and ducked back down onto the ladder, his frightened eyes peeping out at the scary men. This was turning out to be a most horrible day, he thought glumly to himself.
One of the men hauled him back up, and put a pistol to Sawk's forehead. "Who ARE you?"
-Tell them who you are
-Struggle
Sawk trembled pathetically. "S-S-S-Sawk, sir." he stuttered, terrified. "Oh please d-don't kill m-m-me sirs! I-I-I'm n-ot a z-z-z-z-zombie!" He shut his eyes tight. "O-Oh, pl-please don' k-k-kill m-me!"
"were not gona kill you, Sawk. You have a choice. Come with us- we just scavenge, with that helicopter, by the way. Or you can stay here.
-Go with the men
-Stay in the city
Sawk warily opened his eyes. Stay here? With the zombies? "C-can I really come with y-you?" he asked. He really didn't have a choice, he would take scavenging men any day over zombies! He really didn't want to be here when the zombies made it up here.
Good, he said thrusting a rifle into your hand. It's a semi-auto, with a scope. He gives you some ammo.
"Get In the copter." you get in, and fell asleep.
..........................
You wake up to the copter thudding on the ground. You jump and, rifle raised. The men explain. A gun and weapon dealer we come to often sent urgent message. The city and warehouse he deals is infested. We have to clear the area and help him. You get out, and the first thing you see is forty zombies heading down the road. He hands you an AK and more ammo than youve seen in a LOONG time. "I know you gotta shoot em in tha head, and autos aren't accurate, but you might need it. You note the this ak also has a scope.
OOC: Vot, nay choicez?
-Shoot 'em in the head.
-Jump back in the copter
-run off down the street
Sawk gulped nervously. Shooting? he thought. He hadn't signed up to shoot! In fact, he hadn't signed anything at all, but that's irrelevant right now and completely off the point, so we're just going to leave it at Sawk hadn't signed up to shoot. Why me? he thought glumly. Well, at least he wasn't alone. As long as he had the others to hide behind, he was okay. But he was still nervous. He started shooting at the zombies. Unfortunately, his paws/hands/whatever they were were jittery from nervousness and his shots were peppering erratically at the zombies, often ending up hitting something other than the target.
Ooc: They're hands.
One of the men, apparently the leader, saw your bad shooting. "Make yourself usefull, and get my bazooka.
"Y-Your b-b-bazooka?" stammered Sawk. Now what had he gotten himself into?
You get the bazooka, and the man shoots a few bombs. The whole horde is crippled, or dead. "We'll kill sm all later." "Now, let's head to the shop."
-Go with them
-ask to stay
-kick the pilot out of the copter, and drive away.
Sawk gulped nervously. He was not going to abandon his new comrades. This was completely because he was scared stiff, and was not going to be left here all alone. He went with them.
They walked down the street steadily, and after about five minutes you get to a small convient store. You go though a bashed in wall, and you see 6 zombies guarding the door.
OOC: do whatever you want
Sawk screeched and fainted. This had overly become way too much for his frightened system.
OOC: Sawk, ye idiot...
Excuze ze double pozt, but iz ziz ztill on?
Sorry! I forgot... You wake up in a room, with a man and your comrades talking nearby at a table. The man places a gun on the table-obviously the shopkeeper-and your leader exchanges it for me. You'll head out to the copter and he hands you silenced sniper rifle, and the others he hands other guns. Youll then get in the copter.
Ooc: I think I might stop this topic...
Sounds so fun! Name: Bob
Description: will take any weapon at hand
Strategy: always be on the move