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Posted: Wed May 23, 2012 8:28 am
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As the Spring gives way to Summer, the joys it bring have begun to be overshadowed by recent happenings. Thousands of people around the world have taken ill from a mysterious disease. Though sporting flu-like symptoms, it is something doctors have never seen, nor have even the slightest idea how to combat. While still unsure what the final stages of the disease may entail, most experts agree that this new disease is a fatal one, and how many may succumb before a breakthrough is made could be astronomical. Many are referring to this as a pandemic level threat, but various world organisations are still hesitant to declare it as such just yet. Whether just a passing threat, or a possible global killer, only time will reveal the final verdict.
Characters:
Nikki Faroda: 1.Character Name: Ashley Mae Everdeen Age: 16 Birth state: Florida Current state: Connecticut Bio: Her parents died when she was young and left her with her insane aunt. She has no siblings and every time she sees a guy she hides or stabs them. Personality: She is outgoing, and carefree. Likes: Snipers, swords, hats Dislikes: Spiders, all guns except snipers, guys Their Fav weapon: This http://www.ioffer.com/i/general-robert-lee-rifle-sword-498957242
Zihark Faroda: 1.Character Name: Ricard James Hunter Age: 21 Birth state: New Jersey Current state: Connecticut Bio: Having just graduated college, Ricard decided to take a road trip and visit as much of the United States as possible. Despite the recent troubles occurring, and protests from friends and family, he went ahead with his plans anyway, determined not to let something that didn’t affect him to halt his plans. Deciding to head up the East Coast first before backtracking around, Ricard made a brief stay in New York before moving on to Connecticut as the first stop on his trip. Personality: cold and indifferent, save for those he cares for, he is also mostly unconcerned about the happenings of the world around him except for when they directly affect his life. Strong in morals and character, there are few who earn his respect, as he considers most people in the world to be morons. Underneath the tough exterior, however, lies a man who wouldn’t hesitate to help someone in need or danger. Likes: videogames; movies; books; people who can take care of themselves; independence; senses of humor Dislikes: stupidity; politicians; most authority in general; being told how to dress, act, etc.; supposed “know-it-alls;” the current state of the world Their Fav weapon: crowbar
Diablo_nec 1.Character Name: Drake Robert Nightmare Age: 21 Birth state: Tennessee Current state: Connecticut Bio: Grew-up on Milltary Bases. His parents where killed during the last war. Has had isues with Society sence 4 years ago. Personality: Feels like society has broken. Masakistic. Likes: Large guns, Scythes, Power, War, and Pain Dislikes: Money, Society, Pistols Their Fav weapon: Scythe
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Posted: Thu May 24, 2012 6:51 pm
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Posted: Thu May 24, 2012 7:08 pm
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Ricard left the pizza parlor, slice of pizza in hand, and made his way down the street. With the sun setting, he decided to start making his way back to the hotel he was staying at. As he walked he had to wonder if the streets around here were usually this deserted, or if it had to do with people being afraid to leave their homes for fear of getting sick. Either way, he didn't really care too much. Taking another bite of his pizza, Ricard heard the screeching of tires behind him. He turned just in time to see a car swerving across the road straight at him. Ricard jumped out of the way and the car sped past slamming head first into a nearby tree. Sporting a now scraped knee, Ricard got to his feet and looked over at the smoking wreck of a car. The driver was slumped over the steering wheel, unmoving. Ricard looked around, but there was no one else he could see, so he limped his way over to the car to check on the driver.
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Posted: Thu May 24, 2012 7:20 pm
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Posted: Thu May 24, 2012 7:55 pm
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Posted: Thu May 24, 2012 8:03 pm
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Posted: Thu May 24, 2012 8:05 pm
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Posted: Fri May 25, 2012 4:59 pm
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Posted: Fri May 25, 2012 5:07 pm
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Posted: Fri Jun 01, 2012 8:46 am
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Posted: Sat Jun 09, 2012 10:53 pm
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Posted: Sun Jun 10, 2012 2:27 pm
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Ricard just stood there rooted to the spot, unable to process what was going on. He was so mesmorised by the sight before him that he didn't even realize that all of the man's squirming had freed him from the shoulder strap of the seatbelt and slowly but surely his body was inching its way out of the rest of it as well. It wasn't until the man was halfway out of the car now crawling his way over to Ricard that he snapped back to reality. The man was acting absolutely feral, his mouth hanging open, drool dripping down, as he clawed his way closer and closer to Ricard as if he wanted to eat him. In fact, Ricard was positive that was what the man was trying to do.
Ricard quickly looked around for anything to defend himself with and noticed that the trunk of the man's car has slightly ajar, probably from the crash. As the man finally free himself fully from the car, Ricard ran to the trunk of the car and used all his strength to wrench it open. Quickly scanning the trunk, Ricard spotted a tire iron and grabbed it. By now the man had gotten to his feet and was nearly upon him. Ricard spun around, the tire iron slamming into the guy's chest. Other than forcing the man to stumble back a few steps, he was otherwise unfazed and charged at Ricard again. Ricard took aim again, this time at the man's head, and swung with as much might as he could. The tire iron slammed into the man's head with a sickeningly wet crunch and the man dropped to the ground, blood now pooling out of the crack in his skull.
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Posted: Thu Jun 14, 2012 12:54 pm
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Posted: Sun Jun 17, 2012 1:09 pm
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Ricard's body was shaking. His eyes were glued to the pieces of hair and flesh now sticking onto the tire iron as well as the drops of blood now falling to the pavement below. The man's body continued to lie there, unmoving, finally at rest. With the rush of adrenaline now subsiding, Ricard suddenly became more aware of his surroundings. There were sirens off in the distance, many of them. They seemed to be coming from all over the city.
'Could this be happening all over the city,' he thought. He looked around him, the streets were still deserted where he was. That alone was cause for concern. With all the commotion he'd have expected at least one person to come see what was going on, or to at least have called the police, but no one was around and those far off sirens made no indication of getting any closer. Realizing he was still holding a bloody tire iron, Ricard dropped it and then reached for his cellphone, but it wasn't in his pocket. It must have fallen out sometime during the struggle, but where he didn't know.
Before he could search for it, he heard a rather loud banging. He turned to look and saw someone banging on the window of a nearby house. It wasn't frantic, and didn't seem to be hard hits either. The person appeared to be hitting it almost lacklusterly, as if they wanted out, but didn't have the knowledge of how to succeed. Ricard wasn't positive, but in the rapidly fading light it almost looked as if that person's movements matched those of the guy who attacked him.
"What the hell is going on here?" was all he could say.
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Posted: Sun Jun 17, 2012 1:31 pm
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