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 Posted: Wed Jul 27, 2011 12:43 pm
Sorry for the spam.. but I just had to say wow... Konoha has gone to pot.
Its like all of the organization there has been lost all of a sudden.
This is an observation for clarification, not a flamatory comment.
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Posted: Wed Jul 27, 2011 1:50 pm
Draco Silverlight Hmm... I still wanna see Misa, Cause I still cant access your Journal for an odd reason... Oh wait... I just got in... *Lol* ninja Draco evades the pokeball and flees. (reminds me of an Abra *Lol* ) Edit: Revised Felix profile up in fifth dawn. He's not going to wake up till I get back though so.... Aaag.... *hunkers down for the long sleep* 
I like Misa, but she's no Nakamura. XD
Well, that doesn't mean his brain is broken. So while you're still here, we can take advantage of it... maybe.. *lol*
I haven't even looked at Konoha since leaving there. I had no reason to go there... except now I'm curious as to why Winged Guardian is MIA. I hope he didn't get the wrong idea by having Naka send him on a mission. V_V
And nobody is allowed to post in the TAKI thread, unless they are RPing in Taki/planning to RP in Taki. So no need for the Flamatory comment... ninja
*Poke!*
I know Armads has joined 2 other guilds as has Proto. So it's a probability that they are not being active here. ANYWHO... back to TAKI business... I'm off to post. XD
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Posted: Fri Jul 29, 2011 8:26 am
Well.... Its Friday now July 29th, 2011... I've been alone for as long as I can remember. At first I could hear radio broadcasts of the surviving humans... but now... nothing.
I've been killing these things since the beginning, but I don't think I can keep up much longer... what if I'm the only one left?
This is Draco Silverlight... it may be my last broadcast.
*click*
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Posted: Sat Jul 30, 2011 1:56 am
The broadcast over the radio had not gone unheard. The small encampment of survivors listened intently as Draco's signal finally clicked off.
"Well... at least we know there are other survivors still fighting the good fight... but it doesn't sound like things are going well." Rachel whispered to the few people sitting around the banked campfire. She got a dirty look from one of the survivors her group managed to pick up earlier last month. "Don't give me that look. We helped you survive too."
The main cities weren't safe anymore, and the only hope they had came from the radio, listening to the other surviving groups broadcast their locations. Slowly but surely, the broadcasts stopped from almost all of them... Draco's being one of the few left. Maybe they could add one more pair of eyes to their group. After all... while it was true that there was safety in numbers, too many people just attracted more of them.
"I guess we can take a vote on it. All in favor of searching for Draco Silverlight... raise your hands."
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Posted: Sat Jul 30, 2011 7:08 am
>_>
So what are we doing now? and hoes the whole doom virus thing going? i almost have my new profile filled out, just need to see about jutsus
Did i miss anything?
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Posted: Sat Jul 30, 2011 7:56 am
(( This song playing.)) ((Driving one of these, with all terrain wheels, and a dozer blade on the front.)) The long dessert highway of Nevada stretched out into the distance, some hilly landscape apparent to the eye, but not much. It was mostly cacti' and sand... lots of sand, even sand covering the highway from the dunes trying to inch into the realm of society. If this road could indeed be called that. Draco made sure to bring societies influence up with his own presence... the windows down in his vehicle... which helped a little bit since his air conditioning did not work. Fortunately, this humvee had a built in cooler, running off the battery of the engine... which he had a spare for in the trunk. He reached into the cooler, and pulled out an icy bottle of pure, fresh water... deerpark to be exact, a fine brand.. but a dying breed. Water was hard to come by these days, and he had to be careful with his supply. Draco spotted a zombie on the road not far in the distance, and sped up... pushing his gas pedal a little more so than his cruising speed. He was rewarded with the satisfactory thump of the dead body rolling off his dozer blade in a moment, along with the splat of brains. Smiling a little beneath his aviator sunglasses, Draco leaned back in his seat, reaching down to turn the knob of the satelite radio up... which was playing music... ironically enough. He was sure he would find the set loop of songs in there somewhere, and for that he had a ton of jacked cd's from his many gas station stops.
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Posted: Sat Jul 30, 2011 10:10 am
When nobody raised their hands, Rachel gave a rather annoyed sigh. Most of these people wouldn't even be here if it weren't for her and her friends. Stacy and Bobby managed to get seperated from the group after they were chased away from their last sanctuary. While she didn't want to give up hope, the chances of the two of them surviving on their own was all but slim. Looking at each of the faces that were in her camp. Nobody wanted to go out and help this person? What if there were other survivors with him? They didn't honestly think they could survive out here with the few supplies they had.
"Fine, if nobody wants to help him... I'd just like everyone to remember where you'd be without someone to help you." Rachel said to the group as she seemed to storm off. The moonlight seemed to gleam off of one of the serrated daggers she had hanging off of her belt. It must have been barely past midnight, and she couldn't hear a thing. It was always bad when not a single sound escaped from the city. The best part about it, was she was never defensless. Her scoped .44 magnum was always kept in arms reach while her AK47 was kept on hand. She wasn't exactly stupid, but her knowledge of these... things... seemed a bit off. The sound of footsteps broke the deafening night from behind her. She quickly withdrew her magnum and held it at gunpoint to her best friend's face. Julie gasped at her friend's reflexes, but knew she was only protecting herself.
"I know, I know, I shouldn't sneak up on you like that, but I couldn't let you go alone." Julie sighed as Rachel lowered her gun. The road was only a few feet in front of them, but they weren't looking towards the road. Each one was looking at opposite ends of the tiny area they were in. The landscape wasn't as devastated as the cities were. Even if one of those creatures managed to sneak up on one of them, the other was watching to keep her safe.
"I just don't understand people these days. All they care about is themselves."
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Posted: Sat Jul 30, 2011 10:21 am
Travis stomped down on the struggling zombies neck, severing the spine with a clean twist of his combat boots. That was the last of them. Twelve more zombies where scattered around, most shot straight through the head.
He checked his Rifle, a old M14 liberated from a national guard armory after his M4 ran dry. He took a cigar out of his coat and put i in is teeth, cut off the end with one of his many knives. Lighting it and taking a puff he walked over to his Motorcycle and sat down on the seat, turning the engine over.
All in all, he did mind the zombies, it was the damn silence that was getting to him... that and the smell. He put on a set of goggles and started off back on the highway. Time to see if there was gas at the next exit... he was running low.
And that was a bad thing back when Nevada was populated.... not that it was much better than now. He roared off, headlight casting a flickering shadow on the pavement in-front of him as he waved through the wreaked cars.
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Posted: Sun Jul 31, 2011 6:39 am
-Draco's Journal- So, its not like I mind the loneliness. Or perhaps that's just the person inside of me wanting to be strong. I used to have a full team, back when I was working for the umbrella corporation. Tyler, Sam... Jamie. The guys went down good, but I haven't heard from Jamie in over a year now, I can only assume she went down with the facility in North Dakota... I'm going to have to return there before this is all over.
Has it really been two years now? Since the outbreak... in seemingly a matter of weeks the T-virus had taken over the world.. spreading 'faster' than wildfire. With just a simple bite from a zombie you are infected... and then become a carrier for the few remaining hours of your life. That is the most tragic of all, the betrayal of loved ones and friends when you die on your feet, then bite them from behind.... never telling them what happened, for fear of abandonment.
I lost all my friends long ago. I know what its like to feel bitten, fortunately, I was carrying a sample of the anti-virus on me at the time... that had been my mission, to transport the chem's to North Dakota, in the company of a level six Director Asset. But that is all in the past now.
I only have half a serum-antidote left, and I'm not sure if it would work or not... I am hopeful, because I cant say for sure if I will ever be bitten again. The best solution though, is a bullet to the head... you can cut those things to hell and they wont die.. but classified Umbrella corp information detailed that severing the nervous system atop the spine was the quickest way of putting them down...
I can only hope, that in the incedent of my death, someone might find my journal... and be able to pick up the pieces that I am leaving behind. It might just turn things around. That is only my hope that there are other people alive still though... it grows fainter every day. Draco leaned back against the interior window of his Humvee... all the lights were off but his flashlight, and this he clicked off as well as his pen finished scribbling. He turned over, curling up on the leather back seat, which was folded down.. and pulled a small blanket over himself. He was pulled a little off the road, because it would be stupid to sit on the road... not that the zombies cared.. but from mental boundaries placed at an early age, not to sit on the road. He had a feeling the zombies would find him anyways, they all seemed to share a heartbeat sensor more than actually 'looking' for you. He closed his eyes and found himself drifting.
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Posted: Sun Jul 31, 2011 7:25 am
Travis roared on through the gathering dusk. He had filled his tank up, knowing how to siphon gas had turned out to be a more valuable skill than his instructor had made it out to be!
He didnt really have anywhere to be, but he had run out of zombies in the few small towns he had run across so far... and as this point is seemed to be just him, the zombies and god. And he sure as hell wasn't giving this fine country over to the zombies! Not without killing... destroying... or whatever, as many as he could.
He kept up to speed down the highway,and noticed in the gathering dusk, a Hummer parked by the side of the road. While that in of its self was not that odd, th Dozer blade on the front and the armored windows where... He slowed to a stop, shining the headlight on the Hummer.
He looked around, to see if he could spot any zombies. Oh how he would love more batteries for his NV goggles...
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Posted: Sun Jul 31, 2011 6:41 pm
Sorry for my late response, I've not been feeling too well so haven't had much of a chance to fully connect with the internet!
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Posted: Mon Aug 01, 2011 2:59 pm
Its all good comrade....
Physical disability is one of the few excuses we accept here :p
Get better soon?
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Posted: Tue Aug 02, 2011 9:58 am
Roit, so... Today is my last day on here for a long time.
Ill miss you guys!
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Posted: Wed Aug 03, 2011 4:20 pm
Ill miss ya you bugger.
Oh and i am going out of town for a while. ill be back next week.
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Posted: Mon Aug 15, 2011 7:44 pm
Well that took longer than expected. Should be back during the week, though weekends are booked ...
ssooooo what i miss?
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