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 Posted: Wed Apr 20, 2011 5:47 pm
Brains.
[A7 is exiting, to Zone 5, via Route C, with the best RP post this event has seen so far.]
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Posted: Wed Apr 20, 2011 6:25 pm
Stigma One didn't want to dance. She refused to, really. There were more important things at hand -- things like reuniting with her spongy pink love. It was only after she found her clawed hand gripping her lack-of-crotch and thrusting forward that she realized she had been caught up in the zombie dance at all. She stopped abruptly (or at least as abruptly as a dead thing with limited motor function could) and slowly stumbled in the opposite direction. There was a scent in the air -- or at least, there might have been if she had a nose. The path ahead looked brainy to her. So, without even a GRAAAAGH to announce her departure, Stigma One ambled off down the middle path toward what she hoped would be some sort of Golden Corral of brains. << Stigma One is exiting to Zone Five via Path C. >>
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Posted: Wed Apr 20, 2011 7:12 pm
E7 watched the dancing curiously and lofted a brow. Brains that way he looked the way the reaper pointed. Brains sounded good right about now. He lumbered off towards where the food was.
[Exiting to Zone 5 Path A]
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Posted: Wed Apr 20, 2011 7:22 pm
The Rahg 'n Rahr E-13 had in mind was less King of Pop, but certainly involved kings. It involved everybody, really. The steps for the Danse Macabre weren't too complicated.
Hoodie was gesturing with a big, glowing thing. He felt, dimly, that the glowing was important. It reminded him of things. Like preheated oven lights. And grills. And microwaves. And refrigerators.
And how the house in the distance probably had all those things, plus something to put in them.
[ E-13 is exiting to Zone 5 ]
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Posted: Wed Apr 20, 2011 8:41 pm
[Beta Seven entering from Bulletin Board!]
Being brought back to life was a terrible and painful process. A really terrible and painful process. When the painful sensation finally stopped, Beta Seven found herself no longer in the lounge, but somewhere else. Somewhere unfamiliar... However, since she was no longer in the lounge, it must had worked right? She grinned (wait, why does it feel odd to grin?) as she raised her arms (they felt heavy and difficult to move) to form a victory pose.
"GRAAAAAHHH!"
... Wait, what?
"GRAAAAAAAHHHHH?!"
That was all the sound she was able to make! How...?! Looking up, Beta Seven then noticed the others around her doing some sort of dance. While she was never a dancer (seriously, they look stupid doing that), she felt somewhat compelled to join in. The only thing stopping her from tapping her feet to the non-existent beat was the fact that she was hungry. Really, really hungry... For brains?
Odd, but she wasn't going to question that.
When the hooded person pointed them in the direction of the glowing building, she felt... Well, compelled to follow, especially after being told that there was a feast at the end of the trail. The fact that the gas mask would prevent any of them from feasting on yummy brains was escaping her at the moment, however, although it seems like it was escaping everyone at the moment.
Om nom nom nom brains!
[Beta Seven exiting to Zone 5, Route C.]
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Posted: Wed Apr 20, 2011 9:02 pm
E-3 listened carefully to what the hooded figure was saying, trying to focus as best she could on the message. After all, listening would render her more brains in the end.
And if E-3 the Zombie wanted anything, it was brains.
She didn't even mind that she had to listen to some kind of strange person to get them. Although she did have a faint feeling in the back of her deteriorating mind that "Hooded figures = bad/death-involved" but she pushed that aside. After all, how could someone giving her a way to reach the brains be all that bad?
When the figure told them to get moving, E-3 gave a strong "Rghhhgahhhh." and a firm, but not too firm (she didn't want to shake her jaw off, after all), head nod. She was on a mission. A mission for brainnnnnns.
Seeing the path with less people, E-3 decided that less people meant less in her path to get to the brains. Meaning she'd get to the brains faster via the emptier path.
And with that, E-3 the Zombie shuffled down and out through the B path.
(E-3 EXITING TO ZONE 5, VIA PATH B.)
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High-functioning Hellraiser
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Posted: Wed Apr 20, 2011 9:03 pm
"Graaah?"
E8 tilted his head in confusion as he watched his other living dead companions march on one by one to some location they all obviously knew, but he didn't. Had he missed something? It wouldn't be any surprise if he had spaced out during some big important rant or meeting.
Shrugging, he just groaned and followed after the mob. Maybe they would lead him to food, or a way to die again so he could be rid of this mess.
Yeah, some nice food and a long rest sounded good right about now.
[Psh, Gaia lied. This did not go through. >C
E8 is now exiting to Zone 5 via path A]
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Posted: Wed Apr 20, 2011 9:19 pm
Entering from Bulletin Board Thread
E-5 shouldn’t have been surprised that it took only a few minutes after signing up his name that he was whisked away to another place, what he didn’t expect was the rather agonizing pain of doing so. Not to mention he shouldn’t have been surprised he was later than everyone else getting there, others were already moaning and groaning and heading off in a various directions, and why all the sudden did he feel the urge to eat brains?
“Garrgh…” he responded as he caught sight of E7 well now talking seemed rather out of the question but hey zombies were cool right?
At this point he just followed what he assumed he could recognize and that was the figure of E-7 and E-8.
"Garrrrrrrr," he cried hoping they would wait up for him as he followed rather clumsily behind.
Exiting to Zone 5 Route A
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Posted: Wed Apr 20, 2011 9:20 pm
The figure yelling and gesturing and pointing did get her attention. Her feet stopped mid shuffle as she watched the strange being sign at them.
<8R41n5?> She repeated the gesture as if to confirm what the figure had said. Brains? Brains!
"Graaagh!" It was her happy noise. Brains were that way, across the field. There, where the building was. Buildings meant living people. Living people had delicious brains for her! She just had to get there.
She started towards the field, her right leg dragging a bit more than she would have liked. She was hungry, and she wanted brains now. Now.
[A-Eleven exiting to Zone 5, Route A]
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Posted: Wed Apr 20, 2011 10:20 pm
Zeta Eight lifted 'her' head as she heard the sound of metal being scraped away suddenly stop, her attention inexplicably drawn to the hooded figure. Oh wait, weren't those the guys they wanted to beat the s**t out of? She couldn't really remember... it was hard to think when you were starving. Which, come to think of it, the hooded figure just said something about... brains...
... that sounded delicious. 'She' couldn't recall ever being so hungry before.
Flopping 'her' huge, manly arms in an attempt to move, (damn this decomposing body! she would have said... actually, no she wouldn't have,) Zeta Eight headed after everyone else, dragging a bum-leg behind her.
(Zeta Eight is exiting to Zone Five, Path E)
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Interesting Conversationalist
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Posted: Wed Apr 20, 2011 10:54 pm
Wobbling a bit as he tried to keep to the rythm of the others- it seemed... important somehow, although he couldn't quite focus on why-
Still humming in his broken, garbled, jawless way, Z4 tottered forward towards Pink- pink reminded him of something... something tasty.
[Z4 headin' out on to Zone 5, path E]
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Posted: Thu Apr 21, 2011 1:30 am
LOLLLL I FORGOT TO EXIT BEFORE POSTING IN THE NEXT LOCATION QQ SRYMARU ;__;
[A10 EXITING to Route A of Area 5]
Strange hooded figures had always been a sign of trouble to come, but his words... they were so ridiculously compelling. They inspired her, made her desire something more in life.
As if he had cast a spell on her with just one magic word.
"13124444444444444444444441N555555555," she echoed, then promptly set off in search for them.
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Posted: Thu Apr 21, 2011 12:16 pm
[Stigma 3 exiting to Route E of Area 5]
HOODED FIGURE ALWAYS LOOKED GORGEOUS. *_* Even when he wasn't paying attention, his distracted frame even looked gorgeous. Did he have brains to eaaaaat? She could imagine his--- such as succulent shade of pink with the softest material.
But it seemed his brains weren't availible.
But .. others were. Almost just as good. Here comes the pink goodness-- Sweet, delicious, pink and juicy goodness. HERE SHE CAMEEEE LALALALA~
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Posted: Thu Apr 21, 2011 10:20 pm
For some odd, inexplicable reason the ground begins to shake. It isn't the tremble that is barely noticable, nor is it the shake that makes you stumble before falling flat onto your posterior. Rather it is the sudden shake that skips straight to making you fall flat on your back, face, or side. It is from there that you get a rather charming view of the rapidly darkening sky (or of the sand should you be unfortunate enough to fall flat onto your face). In addition, you also quite easily spot four identical forms. One of them comes closer.
"You dare offend the Master of Death?!" The horse shrieks. Moments later fire consumes all, leaving nothing left.
(( If you are a zombie, you are now DEAD. Again. If you haven't already, please write up your final death solos!
In addition, please go HERE for the official reason behind this wrap-up. ))
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Posted: Fri Apr 22, 2011 3:18 pm
AND THEN THIS HAPPENED  [Still dead, ya'all.]
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