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 Posted: Wed Jan 06, 2010 4:08 pm
The year is 2012 and as predicted by Micheal de Nostradame (AKA Nostradamus), Earth is mid-Apocalypse. Humanity as we know it has been destroyed and the world has been decimated. Civilization has crumbled and this is all due to the rapid spread of Virus X21
It started as a virus in New Mexico funded by a multi million dollar Pharmaceuticals Company. The Jake Carter Society. Originally designed to further stem cell research, the scientists accidentally found a way to reanimate the dead tissue cells of their subjects. Not knowing what he had done, Dr. Hank Smith managed to get several other testing facilities on board and the entire project changed. Soon, the scientists working on the projects all over the world were going insane and trying to kill their friends and loved ones at night.
Virus X21 spread like wildfire and soon over 90% of humanity had consumed to it. The 10% left alive now have to struggle to survive by any means possible.
Carriers Symptoms: Include shuffling slowly through daylight and trying to chase down food. However, night time things take a turn for the worse. These silent beasts who shamble for food gain speed, strength and agility when the sun sets. They can climb, jump, fight and run the way any human would yet they never tire. Their intelligence is limited and yet they never learn. They carry no weapons though thy are capable of bashing someone's skull into a hard surface to slow them before feeding. (etc.)
They let out a terrible, high pitched shriek after they take the first bite of their kill and will gorge themselves until they burst. Their heart rates, breathing and blood pressure are through the roof and they have no hair on their bodies at all. They have razor-sharp teeth and blood shot eyes and are consumed by rage.
Note: Dr. Hank Smith and the Jake Carter Society will be brought into the story once we have sufficient RPers.
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Posted: Wed Jan 06, 2010 4:13 pm
Park - Colorado.
Lime - Residential Area
Yellow - High School
Green - Park areas
Blue - Shopping center: grocery store and electronics
Cyan - Library
Red - Shopping center: motorcycle shop, restaurants, gun store and mountaineering store.
Pink - Fast food center: Gas station, Pizza Hut, Sonic, McDonald's and Chinese restaurant.
Purple - Mobile-Home park
Maroon - Bank
Safehouses/Forts/Player owned
Orange - John's house
(If you would like your place of living added to the map please PM me and we'll discuss an area.)
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Posted: Wed Jan 06, 2010 4:28 pm
It's been a month and a half since the initial outbreak. You are a survivor, living in a small Colorado Mountain Town. Due to the CB radio that you purchased when this all started, you know that not only is the town swarming with Carriers, but that there is a small safe area in the east part of town.
Your Objective: To get there, meet other RPers and find a way to survive as a group. Equipped with only what you have in your house that has been gathered over a few weeks, you set out on foot to get there. You have been provided with a MAP (Posted Above) and everyone shall convene at the High School.
HOWEVER: Before Your character is created, we shall test you on your literacy and probability of actual survival. So here is your scenario, and remember, the goal is to survive and not gain the unwanted attention of other Carriers.
It is past midnight; the most dangerous time of day and you are traveling to a nearby safe-house. You are equipped with a pump action shotgun with eight rounds, a single Molotov Cocktail, a lighter and a pry-bar. You've just passed through an area of dense Carriers and have come to a fork in the road. You know that the only way to your nearby safehouse is down the right most roadway, but it is blocked by a sedan, facing sideways, drivers side door nearest you. In front of the car are three Carriers gorging themselves. All of this you can see from your viewpoint in a large cement ditch next to a water drain and manhole. In no less than 500 words, describe what you do to survive.
Every person interested in RPing must PM T3H John or Twilight_Stairwell a scenario. NO ONE is exempt from this, and if we feel you are suitable to join us, we shall send a character profile request to. If you post a profile and have not written a scenario, we will be forced to delete your posts.
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Posted: Wed Jan 06, 2010 4:45 pm
Profiles (Once Accepted) Screen Name: Twilight_Stairwell
Character Name: Jennifer Stanton
Gender and Sexuality: Female, Straight
Birth Date, Current Age: Feburary 25, 1987, 25 yrs old.
Appearance: Shoulder length brown hair, brown eyes and freckles. Pretty face. 5'6", long legs. Wears comfortable cargo pants with many pockets so that she has to carry less bags. A tight black or brown shirt and comfortable running shoes. Always ties her hair up and generally wears shades in the day.
Weapons of Choice: Mini Ruger-30, Two Glock 9's and an aluminum Baseball Bat
Attitude: Easily excitable and enjoys helping people more than fighting. (Doesn't fight a lot, and tends to 'mother' the group) She's quite happy and enjoys whatever small pleasures she can find in life; Takes every opportunity she can to cheer herself and others up. However, her anger is fierce and not something to be taken lightly. Her main source of anger comes from when someone she cares for can not be saved.
Strengths: Grew up working with her father in his electronics store; you need a security system installed, she's your girl, but as Daddy always said; it comes for a price. Exercised at the Gym every day, and is in very good shape. Has become fond of long-distance combat and excels at it.
Weaknesses: Though she seems to love everyone, she doesn't trust easily ever since the 'Cobb Incident'(prison) last month which she will mention often but wont explain upon easily.
Occupation Before Outbreak: She got into the television industry and had been working as an a technical producer for a large television station.
Screen Name: T3h John
Character Name: John "Mr. Brown"
Gender and Sexuality: Male, straight
Birth Date, Current Age: April 3rd, 1993. 19
Appearance: Regarding John's facial features, he had short brown hair combed forward, out over his forehead. Over his jaw is a pair of well groomed mutton chops. His eyebrows are bold and his green eyes tuck sharply and fixed beneath them. John's face appears strong due to the muscles in his cheeks and his large upper lip region, it shows as dominately of German decent. The rest of John's figure is very lean and muscular, he prides himself in being fit.
From head to toe; John's hair is covered by a thick snowboarding helmet made of black, hard plastics. To cover his eyes he wears red tinted goggles also meant for snow sports. When it's cold out you can see him wearing a brown mouth cover that hangs down the length of his neck. As an overcoat, a long, olive drab, WWII style trench-coat is buttoned around him and fastened on by the straps of his small green and gray backpack. John wears, under his coat, a brown, tight fitting, short sleeved s**t and dark green snow pants held up by black suspenders. To complete his dehumanized, soldier like appearance he slips into black motorcycle boots complete with outer steel plated toes.
Weapons of Choice: Meat Cleaver
Attitude: Very serious. John's more about getting him and the people around him safe and making sure they all do their part rather than the emotional care they receive.
Strengths: Very fit and agile. John loves to be tactical and call the shots.
Weaknesses: If John feels a person is incapable of survival he won't help them, and if they bring his chance of survival down he will most likely deal with them in hostile terms. Even though he supports the regrowth of humanity, he will hurt them if he feels it will better the world.
Occupation Before Outbreak: Enlisted Marine. Went through basic and was training for RECON Marine before the outbreak.
Screen Name: darth_vader2
Character Name: Seth Arinos
Gender and Sexuality: Male, Straight
Birth Date, Current Age: October 13, 1991, 21
Appearance: Seth is a medium height young man with messy brown hair. He has cold ice-blue eyes and has a bit of stubble since he hasn't had time to shave. He's very skinny, and has pale skin.
Seth generally wears a Loose T-shirt with a black jacket, jeans, fingerless gloves and average tennis shoes.
Weapons of Choice: Handguns. Sharp Melee weapons
Attitude: Seth still keeps up his persona from before the outbreak, That of a cool, calm collected person who seems to know what they're doing. However, this is a ruse. Seth in reality is a rash, naive man who will easily make mistakes by reacting too quickly.
Strengths: Very motivated. Follows orders well, Doesn't have much strength to rely on, but he's a relatively fast runner. good shot with weapons meant to be used at closer ranges.
Weaknesses: Over eager, his finicky personality makes it impossible for him to use Long-range weapons accurately and not waste ammo. He's completely useless as a sniper and wastes ammo if given an automatic weapon and expected to fire from a distance. He also tends to make rash decisions, which can have negative repercussions.
Occupation Before Outbreak: College Student
Screen Name: BOG sane psycho
Character Name biggrin ustin McTavish *Only his closet friends know his name, and is usually only referred to by his alias* (Alias: Spectre *it was his codename in black-ops*)
Gender and Sexuality: Male
Birth Date, Current Age: Records were destroyed but appears 23.
Appearance: He rarely is seen without his armor on, and the only thing he ever takes off is his helmet. Underneath he has a full beard and long hair with brown eyes. If he did take off anything else it would be his upper armor, which underneath doesn't wear anything, because it would be too hot in the armor.
Weapons of Choice: Dual desert eagles, 50 cal. Baretta Sniper rifle, FAL, single-shot assault rifle, and a long combat knife.
Attitude: Cold, calculating, tactical, and not talkative, but is actually sof-hearted. He can be more friendly with people he is comfortable with.
Strengths: Expert marksman being a professional sniper and ex-black ops, and good with most techs.
Weaknesses: Doesn't work well with others at all, he cares when people die, but externally he shuns all form of affection
Occupation Before Outbreak: Ex-black ops and professional sniper. All records of him were destroyed when he took his job and is only called by an alias, except for his closet friends, who he might tell.
History: He was a very nice and friendly person for most of his life until his parents died when he graduated from college in a car accident. He joined the marines after this happened. Two years later he met his his future fiance. He had started to become more friendly again, until she was beaten to death in a mugging. He joined black-ops after that. He was sill barely going, kept only by his brother-in-arms he fought beside. He was on a mission to learn about some of the early happenings that, he later learned ,involved the virus. On the mission they were attacked by a large group of the carriers at night. There were six of them, only two returned. One had been infected. Spectre was the only surviving member. After that, he became a cold and distant person, joining as a professional sniper for a mercenary company. Soon afterward while in a small Colorado town on a assignment, he saw the virus for the second time since his mission which he never wanted or was allowed to talk about.
Screen Name: Syko Steren
Character Name: Dominick Austin
Gender and Sexuality: Male, Straight
Birth Date, Current Age: May 25 1990, 21
Appearance: Usually wearing jeans and a regular t-shirt, Dominick does not portray his military background much, with the exception of his hair. His blond hair is high and tight, and combined with his height makes for an imposing visage.
Weapons of Choice: 2 45 caliber pistols on his waist, a shotgun on the back and a Marine M40 A1 Sniper rifle is always at hand.
Attitude: Easy going and fun, until the fighting starts, then he is completely focused at the task at hand.
Strengths: Military training and a TOD in Iraq, ability to ignore pain for a time, weapons training.
Weaknesses: Cup cakes, Worrying about old friends.
Occupation Before Outbreak: EOD unit in the USMC.
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Posted: Wed Jan 06, 2010 4:46 pm
Important News/Plot Developments A NEW SYSTEM HAS BEEN IMPLEMENTED
We shall be working with a Dice system to determine kills for any and ALL Carriers during fights.
FIGHTING
Players will roll two 6-sided Dice. Depending on their answer, the fight will commence thus:
- During Day Time while the Carriers are sluggish and weak, anything above a '5' is an immediate kill.
- Anything Below a '4' will Maim the Carrier.
- Only if you roll a '2' will you, yourself be dealt damage.
- During Night Time when the Carriers are more lethal, quick, agile and able to fight back only rolling a '11' or a '12' is an immediate kill.
- Rolling a '6' through an '10' will maim the Carrier.
- A '5' will neither hurt you or the Carrier.
- Rolling a '4' or less will leave you injured.
You are able to decide what injuries you get, but try to be realistic. The lower the number, the worse the injury.
Bonus points will be awarded based on any weapons you may carry or if you possess combat training.
PLAY ACCORDING TO ANY INJURIES YOU RECEIVE
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Posted: Sat Jan 09, 2010 4:57 pm
RULES 1) NO God-Modding.This is completely unacceptable and you will get a warning for the first time. The second time, we will be forced to remove you from the RP. 2) Don't be a JackAss.I get it if your character is one, but in your OOC posts, be polite and courteous. I can't stand rudeness. If you have and argument, act like adults and don't stoop to name calling. 3) Play by the rules.If you don't like the rules, PM myself or T3H John and we can discuss it, but until this happens, the rules are there for a reason. We like the Dice system, so give it a shot. 4) No little children characters. For the love of God, don't do this. If you are protecting one, that's somewhat different. But a kid wouldn't survive on their own. Youngest aged character that will be accepted is 16. 5) Please don't quit on us.This will be a decently long lasting RP, and I understand that people have commitments, but if you must leave, your character will be left behind. Tough-luck. 6) STAY Literate.
Illiteracy drives me Bat-s**t-Crazy. So avoid it at all costs. 7) TRY to make longer posts.
Everyone gets writers block. We all understand that, but don't use it as an excuse to be lazy. Fight sequences can be written in short bursts, because dice must be rolled, but I want to know what your character thinks, what is around them and what their small actions are. cool Post OOC Comments in Double Brackets.
((Like This))
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Posted: Sat Jan 09, 2010 5:38 pm
It had been six weeks since all hell had broken loose on the world. Six weeks of lose, pain, danger and fear, and yet Jennifer was far from hopeless. No, Jennifer Stanton was just tired. She had been on a much needed vacation from work when everything started. It was actually on her flight home that she had seen her first infectee (or Carrier as she had come to call them). The man had been shaking and throwing a fit for hours before he snapped and attacked a stewardess. Jenny had been too shocked to rise to the girls aid, which was to her fortune, as the man had infected anyone who had gotten near him.
The pilot had managed to land the flight, and she, along with three others had launched themselves out of the planes emergency exit onto the run way; she still had the scars from the road-rash. The four of them had made it to the fence that surrounded the air strip before the Carriers caught up. The three men had struggled to lift Jennifer over, and she had been the only one to get away.
It had taken her two weeks to get back to Parks Colorado safely. On the way she had run into quite a bit of trouble from humans more-so than Carriers, and since then it had been non-stop work. She had headed to the local high school and helped to set up a safe house for other survivors. With Jennifer's technical experience, they had launched a radio call on all frequencies telling survivors to head there. However, no one would be let in after dark.
So far, their small colony existed of only a scarce few, but food was plentiful (at the moment) and rules were strict. Everyone had a job to do, and everyone knew just how much work was needed to survive. To that end, little sleep was gained, and weapons training was almost as much of a time consumer as safe-proofing the school was.
Jenny looked out the window of the second floor wistfully. It was mid-day, and the sun was shining directly in her eyes. When she squinted, it was almost easy to pretend that the world looked normal. And while Jenny was not one who liked to play pretend, she realized how nice the illusion could be for a short time. However, she was brought crashing back down to reality as a loud high-pitched shriek was heard from the north, Some poor straggler headed their way had not made it.
It was almost time to 'make waste' she realized as a tall dark skinned man headed up the stairwell towards her. His name was Kevin, and he was the resident weapons expert. As a trained Army Corporal, Kevin Martindale had more than enough training to keep everyone in the school alive. He was the one who had started the whole bi-nightly ritual of 'making waste'. All it simply was, was shooting out all the Carriers surrounding the school in daylight so that survivors headed there could get to it more safely.
She sighed as Kevin rubbed his hand comfortingly along her shoulders as he passed and she readied her rifle. This was the new life. The way everything had been for over a month and a half, and the way it would always be. And boy, was Jenny tired of it.
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Posted: Sat Jan 09, 2010 10:34 pm
John's flashlight hit the cement floor and flickered. John picked it up, inspected it and it buzzed back to live. The flashlight was firmly placed back into its original spot between his teeth.
The map read as he expected. John checked the markings on the cement tube. Blue. He was just South of the High School. It took him this entire past two weeks to mark the storm drains with spray paints. John folded his map and stuffed it into an empty pants pocket. He continued down the tunnel another couple meters up. The light from the street shown in and he pushed his face to the gap. The rural street look fairly clear of Carriers. John pushed his hands up on the manhole and it gave way. Slowly, he hovered it out of the way and onto the sidewalk.
In his tight, olive drab fatigues hoisting himself out of the hole was a breeze. He feared the coming task would not be. He hadn't contacted these people before but he knew they were probably not willing to let him get what he wanted without a price.
With guile, John made his way from the housing district and into the trees. The view of the High School slowly became more clear. He could see the South road leading up to the school. John reflected on his past years when he'd gone up and down it while it had been covered in snow. Now he stalked the sidewalk weary of a very different danger. The sound of a screeching Carrier rang through his ears.
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Posted: Sun Jan 10, 2010 10:42 am
Seth frowned. He was crouched behind the columns of the main entrance to the Library, he was in its shadow, making himself particularly hard to see. He laid out the map in the shade, and then leaned against the column again and peered around the side, to his right. There was a few Carriers down the street, but their sluggish movements had them facing the wrong way. He glanced at the doors to make sure there was no Carriers inside, and then around the left side of the Column, this time edging out a bit to see all the way around. If there were Carriers wandering around, they weren't too close.
He sighed and looked back down at the map. "Let's see. The schools over there..."He muttered, pointing at the school building he could just barely see. He pointed to it on the map. "It's this area in between I need to be worried about."He sighed. he glanced around and then scooped up his map and ran across the street, stopping behind a building. Mercifully, it seemed the Carriers down the street hadn't heard him. He edged to the end of the building and peered down the street, the street that lead directly to the school.
There was something horribly wrong here, Seth just new it. The road was too clear. There wasn't a single Carrier out in the road. Which meant that for some reason, they were congregating elsewhere, or they were somewhere down the street he couldn't see, in a prime position to trap him. He sighed, and if they were congregating elsewhere, he hoped they weren't around the school.
He drew his handgun and walked along the edge of the building, keeping as quiet as possible. He peered around its edge, to be safe, and saw nothing. Slowly, he began to shift from tree to tree heading towards the next intersection. He could see them now, Two Carriers stumbling mindlessly in an open dirt area. He was determined to get past them A.S.A.P. He reached the street edge and glanced around. There was two extremely bad scenarios probable here. Either his running across would alert the carrier in the forest, or he could cross quietly, and hope there was no carriers around to spot him.
Choosing the latter, he took the first step quietly. So far, so good. He made it across but now found that his worse suspicions were confirmed. Carriers meandered all around the outside of the high school, and in between cars in the parking lot. "Great!" he muttered. "Just great..."He decided he'd pick a good spot for a moment, keeping in the shade of the building he was currently hiding behind and being sure to keep a look out for any Carriers getting near. "..."
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Posted: Sun Jan 10, 2010 1:20 pm
Jenny stopped in her efforts to rid the parking lot of Carriers when her gun was empty. She could have sworn she had seen something dart quickly behind a tree through her scope and this worried her. Of course a survivor just had to choose now to get to the safe house.
While Kevin's plan had originally just been to remove the meandering Carriers around the school, it had also tended to draw their presence. This was to be expected of course. Dead flesh, and the sound of bullets going off would draw any hunter. Jenny and the other Survivors had learned quickly that Carriers would eat their own dead, and so feeding time was about to start. Then the stuffed carriers would wander off for a few days looking for new prey. Now was not a good time to be a straggler out on the opposite side of the parking lot.
"Yo Kevin!" She called out to her partner, signaling to him that something was hiding in the trees. Kevin paused in his task and used his scope to sweep the forest. Apparently he didn't see anything, for he shrugged and went back to firing. The rule was one clip to 'make waste' and Kevin preferred a gun with more ammo in one clip and so Jenny was often done long before he was.
The idea of a lone human in the forest right before the Carriers gorged themselves was haunting Jenny and she headed up to the roof with a pair of binoculars, re -loading her gun as she went. Perhaps if she could see this person she could find a way to signal to him to hide or head around to the back entrance.
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Posted: Mon Jan 11, 2010 1:27 pm
Dominick had been driving for a while, The Great Basin is a large desert and driving when he could and walking when the cars ran out of gas was getting tiring. But he had to keep moving, there was a safe zone in Colorado. Perhaps his friends were there, just maybe.
Finally he saw something he had been waiting for, The Rockies. He was getting closer to his goal. but without an appropriate vehicle it would take him weeks to get across them. Luck had been with him so far, the Carriers did not seem to like the barrenness of the desert. and he had seen only a handful in the past few days. Although he would still be relieved to be in a place where he did not have to be on guard 24/7.
In the distance he hard a screech. "Speak of the Devil" his first words in days. He turned towards the noise and lifted his rifle. A female Carries about 600 meters away he scoped onto her head, "Boom, you're dead..er" and slung the rifle over his back. One Carrier so far off in the distance was not worth the bullet or the attention it might bring, he just liked to remember he could if he wanted to. He looked back to the Rockies and continued walking to Colorado on the other side.
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Posted: Mon Jan 11, 2010 7:09 pm
Jenny had been up on the roof staring through her binoculars for almost twenty minutes now and she had yet to see anything alive. Of course, what with the ruckus of the Carriers eating their own dead, anyone would have to be insane to come to the front of the building.
"Jenny!" She turned around as she heard her name called. It was Mark; the summer janitor of the school who had been the first to board up the building. He was an older fellow, in his early fifties, and not in the best shape. Though he had been working on this, there was only so long he could work out every day at his age. After he was too exhausted to continue, Mark had taken to climbing up to the roof and watching the back door entrance for any survivors. The radio broadcast only said to come to the school, and yet every time Jenny went to switch it to more specific instructions, something happened that needed her immediate attention.
"Hey, what's up Mark?" Jenny said with a smile as she shouldered her rifle and walked over to the man. She had grown rather fond of the old man. He was the only one here who always had a smile on his face. That's why she had originally joined him in their morning work out's, and he always offered to race her in their sprints. He was definitely getting better, and it was getting more difficult for Jenny to ensure victory every time.
"Am I going blind in my old age darling?" He asked in an overly innocent voice. He was such a sweet man.
"I doubt it Mark." She answered with a grin.
"Then do you see that too?" He pointed out beyond the parking lot and she turned to look. Her mouth fell open as she saw what he was pointing to.
((Someone's cue to run to the school back entrance. Please! I'm getting bored))
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Posted: Mon Jan 11, 2010 7:17 pm
[ I just wrote so much for HTRP and I have an essay due. What about tomorrow? ]
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Posted: Mon Jan 11, 2010 7:41 pm
((I am now going to start. Sorry for the delay.))
Dustin sits up in his three-story apaprtment complex in the residetial area. He watches as the carriers roam throughout the area.
"Man I hate these things."
He says as he has flashbacks of watching two of his teammates get devored by carriers, having to shoot two fo his own teammates since they were infected, and how he and his other teammate; who was one of his best friends since his fiance had died; had thought that they got away, but upon returning to base discovered that he was infected. He still remembers his friend screaming as they dragged him of somewhere.
He grips his 50cal. sniper rifle very tightly.
"I hope that general who sent us on that mission is infected, so I can blow his head off, and even if he is not I'm still going to blow his head off."
He says angrily.
He gets up and grabs what little gear he has.
He had heard on the radio about how the school was a place for surviors to go. He figured he might as well go.
He headed outside where he saw some carriers down the road. He steathily moved to a nearby building. He then found a drain pipe on the side of the building and climbed up it onto the roof. He started hopping across from one building to the next.
He got to about 700 yards from the school. He could see the carriers feeding on their own dead. That means that someone had been shotting them, or maybe more than one someones.
He needed to get there, but they were too many.
He notcied a nearby car.
He climbed back down onto the ground. He examined it and found out it had an alarm.
He found a rock and got about 30 yards away and hidden next to a wall and threw the rock, hitting the car and set off its alarm.
The carriers startng going crazy and rushed after the vehicle.
He quickly moved across the parking lot to the school building.
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