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 Posted: Mon Jan 28, 2008 1:41 pm
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Posted: Wed Jan 30, 2008 7:56 pm
RULES
1. I am GOD! Get used to it.
2. No God-Moding or Auto-Hitting. Results in instant Death.
3. Swearing should be used sparingly.
4. Semi-Literate at least. Allowed one warning, then Black Listed.
5. BUMPING and SPAMMING results in automatic Black Listing.
6. No flaming or Cybering. Keep it PG-13 People.
7. No stereotypical Comments. If you don't understand, then go far far away.
8. Place a Ninja Sign on your profile submission to verify that you have read the rules.
9. OCC using [[]] or (()).
10. Give me lots of Cookies.
11. Slap SkullVampire's profile.
12. This is a Realistic RP. Therefore I don't want any magic or superhuman powers.
13. Just a reminder of no God-Moding. Your character is human, and cannot fight of a hundred dead by him or herself. You'll need help, so get help or you just die.
14. Being bitten does not cause for you to become infected. I know it's kinda straying from the Dawn-Of-The-Dead universe, but it makes the RP much more interesting.
Thanks Everyone. PM me for questions and the sort.
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Posted: Wed Jan 30, 2008 8:21 pm
Story
The Dust has cleared. No one knows what happened, it spread like a wild fire. Destroying families and lives, creating terror and wide spread death. But it did not end with death, Oh No it did not end. As soon as one becomes infected, then death makes one becomes them.
I am sorry, I have faced many days in this Hell-On-Earth and my mind is not clear. My name is Samoa Teroa'kili, and I am of Polynesian Descent. I -have traveled the last few weeks with my companion Sansai Serus Bleak. She's a quiet one, but deadly when forced into action. A virus has spread throughout the Earth, where the infected seek the flesh of fellow humans. They become mindless, their bodies manipulated from some unseen evil after death has taken hold of their bodies. They wander the land as stupid, mindless zombies. Few have survived, overcome by the infected's sheer numbers. We have established a small base in New York. The only opening to our base is to the north, and all other directions are cut off from rubble and debris. It's as if we reside in a canyon made of Rubble. We hold our own in our base, waiting for survivors and warriors who have held their own against the zombies bloodshed to find us... Join us in our struggle. We'll meet you in Hell.
The Base
Improvised Barricade
Sleeping Shed:
-2 Hamocks
-1 Radio
-Water Collection Tank Outside
Small Armory:
-20-.45 Rounds
Storage Shed:
-20- 5 lb. bags of rice
-Hundreds of packages of Top Ramen
-Sansai's medical equipment
-Samoa's Belongings
-Gasoline
-Small Generator inside
The Hole:
-A Large crater located in the back of the Canyon. Occasionally we use it to store dead bodies.
-Small Bulldozer
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Posted: Wed Jan 30, 2008 8:32 pm
PM all profiles to me. Profiles Skeleton:
[b]Gaian Name:[/b]
[b]Character Name:[/b]
[b]Short Bio:[/b]
[b]How did You Survive:[/b]
[b]Specialties: [Hand-to-Hand, Close-Combat, Sniping, Medic, Ect.][/b]
[b]Weapons: [2 guns Max with one Hand-to-Hand weapon][/b]
[b]Supplies: [List carefully, and send me updates as you find objects]
[b]Appearance: [Description or Picture][/b]
[b]Other:[/b]
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Posted: Thu Jan 31, 2008 5:55 am
Accepted Profiles: --------------------------------------------------------------------
Gaian Name: Dilagence
Character Name: Samoa Teroa'kili
Short Bio: Samoa is a man with skeletons in his closet. The plague, as they call it, did not help him much to sort his life out. Now he just wanders when he can, fighting the infected as he searches for survivors.
How did You Survive: Far off in the islands when the Plague broke out.
Specialties: Hand-to-Hand and Close Combat.
Weapons: SPAS-12 Shotgun, Combat Knife, and Desert Eagle.
New Weapons: Tribal Spear
Supplies: Shotgun Shells, .357 Magnum Rounds, two 5lb. Rice bags, bandages, needles, anesthetic, wire, paper, and 6 multi-colored lighters.
Appearance: Stands at a mere 6'3, Samoa is of a stocky build. He has long black braids that run down his back, he has deep brown eyes, and is rarely seen without his backpack that he carries his supplies in. A large Tribal tattoo completely covers his left shoulder, a symbol of his heritage and culture.
Other:Gaian Name: x_QuiXotiC_x
Character Name: Sansai Seras Bleak
Short Bio: Sansai isn't very talkative unless she has something to prove is is around those she trusts. Sine the plauge there haven't been many actual people so she trusts who has helped her in this living nightmare. Sometimes she wonders if its some god tormenting the earth or laughing at them from above. However she can lose her mind sometimes and dislikes being alone.
How did You Survive: Hiding in an old bomb shelter with quite a few provisions.
Specialties: Engineering and Sniping
Weapons: Dragunov SVD, .45 magnum. and a ten inch bowie knife,
Supplies: Limited amunition for all of her weapons, a small bottle of rubbing alcohol, plenty of iodine tablets, canteen, Bandages, Several MREs, small tool kit, flint, and a small bottle of pain medication.
Appearance: 
Other: When she gets crazy she may become violent.
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Posted: Thu Jan 31, 2008 5:56 am
White List: If I love you. Then you come up here.
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Black List: Reserved for Bumpers and people that I don't really like.
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x_QuiXotiC_x Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Feb 01, 2008 6:38 pm
Sansai sat on the roof of a building, the area around it had a improvised baracade, she held her Dragunov close to her like a child would a security blanket. Though she was not in any immediate danger she never went anywhere without all of her equiptment even if she was just sitting ontop of a poorly shingled house. She stared out a the sun and felt small and alone, even if she was travelling with someone else. There was no movement in the area around her just the vacancy in which silence lived. The sun was high in the sky and the plants that had overstepped their old bounderies winded up buildings and down the street settling in cracks and thriving in suburban soil.
It was times like this when she told herself to not turn into a complete basket case. Not to talk to herself or become some schitzo; though she was hardly in her right mind she still felt like making an attempt to act like it. She could probably name half of the mental disorders that she had and all of the medication that would knock her out if she went crazy. She clutched tighter to her weapon to snap herself out of her train of thought.
At least she wasn't traveling by herself anymore.
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Posted: Sat Feb 02, 2008 10:12 pm
Sam moved through their small base. He rummaged through the barricade, attempting to improve it as best he could. A sniper had recently joined his one man army, and he was relieved by the company. They held their own inside of the small shelter, taking openings in the infecteds sleeping patterns to find supplies and weapons. The time was around noon, and distant cries were beginning to reach his ears.
It was almost time, the infected were due to awake in about a half of an hour and would remain active for some time. "Hey Sansai!! Do you see anything up there?" He called to the rooftop above him as he cleaned his weapons and checked his equipment. It was good that he had found a sniper, for he was a close-encounter type of fighter, and could use the distant backup. The infected could only reach them from the north. All other ways were blocked off by huge blockades made from cars, building, and rubble. It was like being in a canyon made of sections of the city.
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x_QuiXotiC_x Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Feb 03, 2008 7:48 am
Sansai lifted her weapon to her left eye and scanned the near area in great detail, then behind that and then as far back as she could see. "No movement as of yet, just noises the early birds won't wake up for another fifteen minutes though."
Just to be sure she overveiwed each area again with her scope; nothing was awake yet and there probably wouldn't be any infected waking up for another ten minutes. She checked her amunition on both of her guns just incase and made sure that her knife was within reach. Being paranoid was probably the best thing in any situation; especially ones where flesh eating monsters where involved.
She kept her eyes on the surrounding area and moved into a comfortable shooting position which would allow for better acuracy.
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Posted: Sun Feb 03, 2008 5:50 pm
All was set in motion. The familiar rush of adrenaline rushed through Sam's body. He clipped his SPAS-12 shotgun to the strap around his waste and strapped it to his back, then pulled his combat knife from his bag and tied it around his neck snuggly with some strong wire that he had found.
The high pitched screams were getting nearer. His vision cleared, and all of his senses seemed to amplify themselves within his emotions. He was afraid, yet angry with a need to survive. "On your shot!!" Sam called up to Sansai as watched the infected rush stupidly towards them. Singularly they were of almost no threat, but there were hundreds of them filtering themselves in the canyon. Sam pulled his Desert Eagle and steadied his aim on the nearest infected.
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x_QuiXotiC_x Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Feb 03, 2008 7:53 pm
Sansai gripped her weapon and fired with her dead on accuracy, aiming for the vital spots on these walking flesh bags. She worked from the front of the barrier getting the ones Sam could not and then some that where advancing. She was taught to never waste around and that was what she would stay buy. Wasted ammo could take your life depending on how much you had. She had different clips layed out beside her making sure to count each shot to time when she would need to reload. Every beat of her own heart seemed to make her more accurate as adrenaline coursed through her system sharpening her senses and reactions.
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Posted: Sun Feb 03, 2008 7:59 pm
Sam reacted quickly, taking out the nearest 3 infected with 3 fatal head shots in succession. He continued firing on the infected ranks, making sure to take out anything that came into his range. Eventually they came to close for him to just use his Desert Eagle, and he holstered it as he pulled the SPAS-12 from his back.
He roared fiercely as he rushed to the front of the barricade, taking down as many infected as he could with his shotgun. Eventually he ran out of shells, and pulled his Knife. "Sansai!! Cover!!" He cried as 4 infected closed in on his position.
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x_QuiXotiC_x Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Feb 03, 2008 8:13 pm
"On it!" she yelled as she took out one shooting it in the head, she calculated her timing and the amount of rounds still in her ten round clip. With one down she still had six bullets left in that clip, she provided the cover fire he needed taking down what ever came near Sam and then started on the ones nearing the barrier only daring to glance back at Sam's possition when she had to; as well as providing him any addtional coverfire.
Four.
Three.
Two.
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One.
She quickly removed the empty clip and replaced it with a refilled one as fast as human limits could manage falling back into the rythem of firing and counting making sure to glance a Sam every five seconds; she had been alone in this infected world for to long and didn't want to have to go through that mental cycle again.
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Posted: Sun Feb 03, 2008 8:24 pm
Sam roared once again as he furnished his SPAS-12 once again, fully loaded to the 8-round limit. He held his position at the front of the barricade, firing only when he absolutely needed to, but otherwise taking the infected down with his Combat Knife. He only had 24 Shells left on him, and he needed to ration them as best he could.
The first wave of Infected had been put down successively. The 2nd was due in about 5 minutes. He looked over to Sansai, then surveyed the area around them. The coast looked clear, but more screams could be heard from a small distance. He dashed over to the small armory that Sansai had been firing from and entered the building. He replenished his Shells back to 48, and his Desert Eagle rounds. He pulled out 2 Dragunov clips, each filled with 10 rounds, and dashed outside before tossing it up onto the roof.
"We're almost out of ammunition!! We're going to need to go search for more, or find some new weapons all together!!" He called up to her, pulling a rag to clean his knife. Screams caught his attention once again, and he rushed to the front of the barricade, taking his defensive position, and surveying his weapons.
[Updating Armory]
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x_QuiXotiC_x Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Feb 03, 2008 8:51 pm
Sansai took this time to check her weapons and reload, she pulled what little ammo she carried on her into two of the empty clips. She sat those next to the ones Sam tossed up to her. She constantly glanced up at the surrounding area making sure to listen and watch using the sounds to guess distance. She was back into her firing possition and was ready to hit the second wave. She looked through her scope and scanned the area yet again in the same way she normally did. Starting close to the barrier and looking further out.
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