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 Posted: Fri Oct 28, 2011 8:24 pm
 Yue Adomachi
"Hermit's Philosopher, Scrappy Protector T-Virus Warrior, and Vision Of Your Death" Amusing. He used to spend so much damn time thinking about human nature and all that bullshit. What a load of crap. The only thing he knew about humans was that they didn't deserve to live, much less dirty up the soil of his town. That's right. His. "Where's that b***h from before?" He said, rummaging through his memories. He saw the body of that girl before, so he wasn't worried about her. There was that other girl though, the one that he had been trying to protect before he was bitten. Yeah that one. Or any of the ones he ran into that seemed interesting. Like that b*****d who shot him in the face. God, that really pissed him off.Quote: Humans Killed: 33 Total Humans: 1143 Inventory: Starter Pistol x1
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Posted: Fri Oct 28, 2011 8:24 pm
 Jo(shu) Michieru, the Unfortunate, zombie-fied SeniorOh right, the not having a pulse thing. Hoenstly? That was discrimination, and if they were going to be like that, he didn't need any alive girls. Of course, if his heart was still beating, it would be beating for each and every girl whom he had inside him. He didn't get why so many guys wanted to get inside girls, they were just bags of organs and flesh like them. It was all around bothersome and confusing to think about. Well, if Zombies thought well, even though he wasn't sure if he could. Either way, yeah, he kept moving around, and munching on humans. Ohh, he just loved the way the girls Crunched....
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Posted: Fri Oct 28, 2011 8:29 pm
Jo(shu) Michieru, the Unfortunate, zombie-fied SeniorAnd back to mindless, senseless, tireless violence. Zombies always loved that, and so did the audience. Wheras he had been rather calm, cool, and collected for a zombie for the past few days, today he was really letting himself go, devouring all of these people. Honestly, it was a miracle he wasn't a fatty fat fatty Zombie from all of the people he ate. Well, maybe they were more muscle than fat, or perhaps low fat people? Who knew the difference? Not Neme-Shu, and he kept right on, spearing more people as he pondered. He needed to create more creative ways to kill zombies, or this was going to get dull real fast, and he was on a roll. He couldn't afford for things to get dull now could he? No he couldn't, so onward to the next post, i mean....kills.
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Posted: Fri Oct 28, 2011 8:32 pm
Jo(shu) Michieru, the Unfortunate, zombie-fied SeniorMore and more, the bodies kept piling up in his stomach as he decided on the next gruesome way he was going to kill people. He had taken to crushing the poor people's windpipes, and watching them turn blue before he finished them off now. It was rather intriguing to see who could last how long without air, and who couldn't. It was getting fun again, all of the murder. Oh, it was a good thing he didn't have a concience, or he would be positively wracked with guild. Yep, good thing he was an abominable humanoid monster. With no percieved End in sight.
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Posted: Fri Oct 28, 2011 8:36 pm
Jo(shu) Michieru, the Unfortunate, zombie-fied SeniorNeme-shu had a fever, and the only known perscription was MORE COWBELL. Uhh, i mean, bodies. Lots and lots of human bodies, coming together in his stomach. Growing tired of crushing people's windpipes, he decided he would start doing this like an old favorite. And as some sick person played a round of pac-man somewhere in some corner of the multiverse, the Nemesis went around, nomming up people like the pellets in said game. It would be a horrifyingly hilarious coincidence if anyone was playing said game as he did this, but he was merely just running around, killing and eating people. So, it was like pac-man easy mode or something. Wait, no, that wasn't it.....Still!! it was hard to tell if there going to be any humans left after this, honestly...
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Posted: Fri Oct 28, 2011 8:39 pm
Jo(shu) Michieru, the Unfortunate, zombie-fied SeniorNeme-Shu decided that after so much carnage, and bloodshed, he would slow down on his kills for a few minutes. Give the humans time enough to catch their breath. As a zombie, he didn't drink things, and since he didn't, he didn't have the menergy to kick mother nature in the face when it said for him to sloooooowwwwwwwww doooooowwwwwwwwwnnnnn. And thus, the Zombie continued to move along, this time waiting for the humans to approach it with things like baseball bats, and knives before killing them. Ah, so much fun in taking things nice, easy and slow......right?
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Posted: Fri Oct 28, 2011 8:44 pm
Jo(shu) Michieru, the Unfortunate, zombie-fied SeniorAnd after a minute, brief pause to let the humans get away from him, the Neme-shu decided to go back to brutal, hardcore murder. This time, he decided to test out the vitality of several organs, wondering what the body could move, with, and without. Since the actual limbs were out on a terms of he'd already done it, he figured he'd start small. With the Kidneys, for example! A gruesome, if not immediate death. Fair enough, fair enough. Getting more blood on his hands than a doctor would in his whole carreer, the Nemesis went around, killing and devouring more and more people, curious as to what the small organ did for humans. Well, if he could think, of course.
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Posted: Fri Oct 28, 2011 8:47 pm
Jo(shu) Michieru, the Unfortunate, zombie-fied SeniorNext was the heart! Easily the messiest of all of his murders, the Nemesis went about killing more and more humans, investigating the very important vital organ. It looked nothing like the thing they showed you in cartoons, and though he'd heard so many people whining about having a broken one, when he opened them up they were perfectly fine!
Well, until he yanked it out of course. But seriously. Buncha crybabies they were, moping around about how they thought their hearts were broken. At least theirs were still beating. Moaners. He really hated moaners. Now, what organ did he want to cut out next?
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Posted: Fri Oct 28, 2011 8:48 pm
Yue Adomachi
"Hermit's Philosopher, Scrappy Protector T-Virus Warrior, and Vision Of Your Death" Yue effortlessly climbed cars and jumped around the city, killing off humans as he watched the humans and zombies interact, with little interest showing on his face. He posted in the distance the nemesis type feasting on some humans. But he wasn't about to interrupt the meal. Naah. Besides, the last thing he needed was like...to get mistaken for some human target or somethin'. Pfft, he wasn't getting mistaken for one of those meatbags.Quote: Humans Killed: 33 Total Humans: 1176 Inventory: Starter Pistol x1
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Posted: Fri Oct 28, 2011 8:52 pm
Jo(shu) Michieru, the Unfortunate, zombie-fied SeniorThe Nemesis demon moved more and more, this time seeming a lot more serious and focused. He'd noticed a real cutie a while back, whom hadn't immediately turned him down. Long hair, breasts that weren't too small, or too big. And ohh~ if his heart was still beating, it would definitely beat for her. Oh, but he couldn't approach her yet. No no, he had to do this right. Instead of killing her, he merely looked around her, offing anyone who got within so much as screaming distance with her. He'd have to wait until he could look more presentable, possibly with a suit before he could meet up with the girl. He kept himself locked onto her, for reasons he said were because she was dangerous, but because of some half-assed attempt at a brick joke made by someone in another dimension. Wait, what? Oh yeah, the Nemesis went around, and carved up more and more humans, to try to get back to his former glory. Maybe, it was like that one thing. If you ate them, you slowly became like them......
Maybe....
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Posted: Fri Oct 28, 2011 8:56 pm
Jo(shu) Michieru, the Unfortunate, zombie-fied SeniorOmnomnomnomnom....oh, is this thing on? The Nemesis moved about, circling the area and taking out more and more survivors. He'd come back for that one, but for now, he had to keep eating. He wanted to grow up big and strong like a.....what do Zombies grow up into?
Bah, either way, he moved around, hearing a few people mutter, grumble, and stutter. All bothersome, so he decided to shut them each up in their own ways. It was amazing how much blood someone could have in their body, compared to how wildly the number of bones seemed to change from person to person. Oh, if he only paid more attention to Biology class....
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Posted: Fri Oct 28, 2011 8:59 pm
Jo(shu) Michieru, the Unfortunate, zombie-fied SeniorHe could feel it! He was getting close. If he ingested just a couple hundred more people, he could become Perfect stronger! Just what he needed, and as he moved about, this time trying to see how many people he could sneak up on to kill, it was obvious that he was trying to keep his attention in killing things. If only he had some kind of music or something to guide him. Pointy end in the human, kill them dead. Stuff in your mouth, tastes like lead. Bah, Zombies couldn't sing. If the Nemesis had enough energy to keep at it, he might be rewarded. Well, unless fate went to smack him in the face yet again. Hopefully, that wouldn't happen, right?
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Posted: Fri Oct 28, 2011 9:03 pm
Jo(shu) Michieru, the Unfortunate, zombie-fied SeniorHow many kills had he had now? A little over 700, he thought. Wait, Zombies didn't think! Bah, if he had a short term memory, he'd be keeping track of how many hearts he had eaten. He decided to test some of the more, energetic theories around old sayings. Like how he felt he should be a heart breaker. Not that it was hard, the heart not being all that tough of an organ, crushing in his hands. How it was a compliment, he wasn't sure, but he could say he officially was one now. So...Hmm..what else? Oh, if a human falls in the forest, and there's no buddies around to hear him, does he still scream? Seperating the human from a crowd by devouring the others without killing him seemed sufficient in getting him alone. Though, the city wasn't a forest.....Bah, Close enough. And the awnser is yes. He does in fact still scream.
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Posted: Fri Oct 28, 2011 9:06 pm
Jo(shu) Michieru, the Unfortunate, zombie-fied SeniorThe Nemesis Zombie continued to move, dragging more humans along with it as it picked out a good place to eat. It was so troublesome to have them trying to run away though, so he simply removed their legs to keep them from running. And after hunting down a decent sum of them, he noticed some of them were still trying to crawl away, while others calmly seemed to accept their fate. How savory. The runners would be eaten last, as the humans always tasted better when they had a little fight in them. And thus, he feasted once more, wondering if he would ever truly be full. Close...he was so close...
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Posted: Fri Oct 28, 2011 9:10 pm
Jo(shu) Michieru, the Unfortunate, zombie-fied SeniorThe Nemsis shuddered at realization of what he just did, and vowed to never harvest humans like that again. They were not plants, they were people. And as people, they deserved to be treated like that....and eaten warm.
He moved his way through more and more crowds of humans, taking the weakest along with him to devour quickly, so as to end their suffering. It seemed all of the eating might have actually started to stabilize him. Well, either that, or he was simply feeling like a predator again. Hard to tell with Zombies really..
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