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 Posted: Fri Oct 05, 2007 9:29 pm
People do not start with weapons, and do not start with any skill in fighting. Do not go to populated cities, you will get slaughtered. You control one character, and you can pick up minor characters. There are benefits of having minor characters, and things that aren't so beneficial. Benefical things are that they can search, get killed, and pretty much be used for labor. Some can be used for fighting, but their about a 1/10 of your fighting skill. The non-beneficial things are, they take up food, can make a lot of noise, and can cause mutiny, ext.
This is a pure roleplay, that means no stats, but no finding magically 100,000,000 rounds for an AK-47 that's got exploding fire bullets. If you do that, I'll make sure a zombie eats your face. =) Below is the character outline.
Character Name :
Gender :
Age :
History :
Apperance :
Other Info :
It starts wherever you want really, but be creative.
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Posted: Fri Oct 05, 2007 9:36 pm
Current Characters - Quote: Character Name : Nick
Gender : Male
Age : 24
History : Was in hiding with his girlfriend when she was taken, his parents are missing, and his older and younger sister have fled around the states.
Apperance : A semi-muscular build, with a bit of a gut, armed with nothing but a swiss-army knife, which couldn't be used to fight with, and his truck, that was running low on Gas.
Other Info : Has no experiance in fighting, or any use with guns, often just retreats to get away from the T-Virus. Is on the search for his sisters and parents, and maybe his girlfriend.
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Posted: Fri Oct 05, 2007 9:54 pm
I flipped open the green razor phone, knowing what it would say. No service, well, wasn't that just freaking wonderful. He buttoned down a button of his over-shirt, showing half of his brown shirt that was underneath. His feet kicked the wind as he sat off the back of his truck, waiting for his eyes to wake up when the sun would rise at around 6. Finally his watch beeped a few times, and right on cue the sun slowly drifted up the sky. His finger slipped into his pocket, grabbing his keys as he spun them around his finger.
"Well, I guess it's time to go." Nick said, mostly just to make conversation with himself. He kicked and scooted his rum off the rear of the truck and shuffled the dust as he approached the door to his truck. Then he heard it, the moan of a humanish being. It didn't look intelligent, so he'd be fine. He continued as normal, trying to be quiet. His fingers clung to the door and pulled it to open it, the creaking growing in amplitude.
Then he saw it, the glimmer of rage, the T-Virus's rage flowing through the blood of the tainted body. It made that noise, the noise that could not be imitated by a normal human, because the sound wasn't human. So when he heard it, he gave up being quiet and jumped into his car, slamming himself into his seat, and using his momentum to slam the door. He jammed in his key and turned it. Right on cue, the car stalled. What could he expect, it was a cruddy car anyway. No matter, it'll start...
It'll start...
Stall...
Closer...
Finally it started, and he slammed on the gas, shifting into first gear. The wheels spun and picked up traction and sped down the road. Jumping from ten to thirty, he got closer to the disgruntled man, and he wasn't slowing down. From thirty to forty, he hit the man, sending him into a 540 spin through the air with the satisfying crack as the neck came back down into the pavement.
Then it was smooth riding for another half hour...
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Posted: Sat Oct 06, 2007 4:16 pm
...but that half hour was short lived. But wasn't it normal horror style for the peace and tranquility to end so quickly? So when the truck's gas ran out about two miles from a gas station, he had to have something else go wrong right? So when he saw it, he shouldn't have been suprised.
"Nice dog..." he mumbled, trying to start his truck back up.
It was no use though, as the blood red muscle dog's mouth opened up and bared it's teeth. The drool dripped almost like a countdown for Nick's life as he rolled up the window. As the third drop made the puddle on the cement the dog came to life and sprang through the air at the truck. The glass cracked as the skull bashed into it. Nick huddled into the corner of his front seats, and the skull cracked at it again. This time it was breaking through, but when the face appeared, it felt the heel of his sneaker. It wasn't much though as the dog kept rearing and trying to get it. But he couldn't move, he was stuck! The glass had gotten him stuck. This bought Nick some time, and he contemplated leaving his truck, but how long would he be stuck. Besides, this was the only thing he had that was useful for him.
"Bad dog." he said, and slammed his foot into the dog's face again.
Then it made him think, what was the dog doing there anyway? Would there be more, if there was, could he take them? Another kick and the dog was starting to show weakness. He saw the humanoids trugging slowly toward his truck, at least six of them. One more pulse of his leg muscle, sending his shin into the dog's jaw, and it looked as if he was down for the count.
"I can't do this for much longer." he said, and stepped out of his truck to remove the dog.
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