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 Posted: Sat Oct 17, 2009 4:58 pm
Plot(Per-uh-myth-ee-us)
All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for their daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere
Their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression, no expression
Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow
No tomorrow, no tomorrow
And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying
Are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It's a very, very
Mad World
Mad world
On December 17, 2010, patient zero of the Promithius Strain was discovered. The effect of the strain put the woman in a coma for a week, where her brain activity increased exponentially. She was the first thinker. After being released, she went on a murder spree. She ruthlessly killed several of her family members, and close friends. Testing showed that the change brought on by the strain brought out her animalistic instincts to kill.
Within two days, the strain was airborne. Soon, all forms of the infected, whom became known as the "skins", appeared. They looked just like normal humans, except for a slight graying of the skin and completely white eyes. And, eventually, they covered the world.
Forms:
Thinkers --- While in the coma, brain function heavily increasees. They become super intelligent, with the ability to adapt and plan for any situation. They lead the pack as strategists.
Muscle --- Almost constant pulses through the muscles occur while in the coma. The skin also hardens, so the newly increased muscle strength doesn't show.
Runners --- It's still currently unknown how this specific form does it, but these are known for their incredible speed. Their also sometimes called "spreader's". They spread the disease through the claws on the end of each finger.
Howlers --- Howlers are much like wild animals. The brain shuts down except for pure animalistic instincts while in the coma. Their known for their loud howl, which attracts other skins.
Sniffers --- Sniffers have a strong sense of smell, and are great trackers. Even with a slight breeze, you need to be careful, sniffers will probably pick up your scent.
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Posted: Sat Oct 17, 2009 5:09 pm
Template Welcome Survivor, tell me what is your name?...... I see. How old are you?..... Your younger than I thought. Whats your weapon of choice?.... Nice. That'll be handy. It's so dark in here. Can you turn the light on so I can see what you look like? Your not the prettiest person in the world, but your alright. Why don't you sign this wall like the rest of us? Make sure to take a picture and message it to me! (((aka, pm me the template)))
[b][size=9][color=red]HEY! I'm a survivor! Over here![/color][/size][/b]
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Posted: Sat Oct 17, 2009 5:38 pm
SurvivorsHEY! I'm a survivor! Over here! Username: Rad Disease Name: Rick Harridson Age: 19 Weapon(s) Of Choice: Shotgun and two pistols Appearance: HEY! I'm a survivor! Over here! Username: Chang524 Name: James Wang Age: 25 Weapon Of Choice: Double-Barrel shotgun (w/ pitchfork bayonet attatchment), crowbar, and single revolver Appearance:  HEY! I'm a survivor! Over here!Username: kaiser321 Name: Jimmy Mackenzie Age: 17 Weapon Of Choice: Handgun, Survival knife, and Sniper Rifle Appearance:  HEY! I'm a survivor! Over here!Username: Finn Malcolm Name: Finn Malcolm (big surprise there, huh?) Age: 23 Weapon Of Choice: Sawed off shotgun and a shovel Appearance:  HEY! I'm a survivor! Over here! Username: Brandon Lum Name: Oaker Roseheart Age: 15 Weapon Of Choice: Crowbar, .357 Magnum Appearance: 
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Posted: Sun Oct 18, 2009 6:29 pm
Rick woke that morning like he did most mornings these days, with no idea where he was. He looked around the small area, and finally came too. He was in the small trench he had dug almost a year ago. He reached to his left, feeling for his bio-mask and his goggles. After slipping them on, and grabbing his weapons, he opened the hatch and climbed out.
Viva Las Vegas he thought as he looked at the sprawling wasteland in front of him. Most of the buildings were starting to come down, especially the ones that had been hit by the frequent sand storms that came almost daily now. Rick, as far as he was aware, was the only survivor of the Promithius strain, and he planned to fix it.
Rick quickly stalked over to the grocery store. There was one just down the street from where his dugout was. It was a small one, and not likely to be gaurded by the skins. They looked over everything these days, trying to catch Rick. Ever since he almost killed himself to destroy them. It had failed, and he barely escaped.
There was a sound near the front door, and Rick quickly brought out his shotgun. The adrenaline was pumping through his system, and he quickly moved back behind one of the aisles. Dear god, don't let them find me. Not now.
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Posted: Sun Oct 18, 2009 7:13 pm
Food. That was the only thing on his mind. Food. For the last year or so, he couldn't remember how long exactly anymore, he had been wandering from place to place, aimless in direction after it became apparent that his homeland of Texas had finally fallen. In the winter that followed, he had luckily found shelter in a Wal-Mart in Waco where he had sustained himself on beef jerky and chips and fended off any Skins that tried to pry him out of his home with the limited supply of ammunition in the Hunting and Sporting Goods Aisle.
However, after the food supply had dwindled to 20 pounds of beef jerky and a few bags of Ruffles, and the ammunition coming close to running low, he loaded up a backpack, a duffel bag, and a shopping cart with all the necessities he could carry with him and headed out again. It wasn't long before Skin attacks forced him to ditch the shopping cart and the duffel bag, ending up with a limited ration of jerky and about a hundred or so shotgun shells.
And that was how he had stumbled upon the once grand city of Las Vegas with only 40 rounds of shotgun shells left in the backpack and a pack of beef jerky that he had stretched out to last him an entire month. The strip of jerky a day diet he had been consisting on had taken a considerable toll on him. Exhausted, weary, and more importantly, hungry, he found his saving grace in what appeared to be a local grocery store.
Checking the street intersections, he made sure that his double-barrel shotgun was loaded as he turned the corner. With no Skins in sight, he sprinted to the door of the grocery store. Opening it, he cringed as the door made a slightly audible squeak. "s**t," he muttered as he scanned his immediate area, ready to blast the head off of anything that moved.
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Posted: Sun Oct 18, 2009 7:45 pm
Jimmy walked along the streets of what used to be Las Vegas looking for something to quench his thirst. Something about being in this place, having the fear of zombies around every corner, and not having a drink of anything within the last 24 hours just made him thirsty. As he was walking he noticed a big, sand-damaged sign of a grocery store. His walking quickly turned into sprinting until he saw something walking in, followed by the slight squeak of the door. He pulled his handgun out of it's holster and hid behind a turned over car.
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Posted: Mon Oct 19, 2009 5:21 pm
God, I'm going in. Please watch my back. My work here isn't done. I can stop this. He thought to himself, then turned away from the aisle to face the skins head on. What he saw made his knees weaken, and he almost dropped the shotgun. "Who...who are you?" he called out. Am I not the only one? It's simply to much to hope for. Or is it? He felt like he should say something more, but he didn't know what.
For emphasis, he cocked the shotgun. He needed to assert himself into a role of power before he was under the gun. "You didn't let the skins follow you, right?"
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Posted: Mon Oct 19, 2009 10:22 pm
Pointing the shotgun at the sudden intruder, he cocked it for emphasis as well. "I ain't seen none of them gray-skinned freaks. Now, you gonna put that damn thing away or is one of us gonna lose a head?"
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Posted: Tue Oct 20, 2009 2:06 pm
Rick stared at the guy for a moment, not wanting to be the first to holster his weapon. Finally, he gave in. He put the shotgun in the homemade holster on his back. "Well, get in here before the skins see you. There are howlers all over the city." he said as he took a few steps forward. He looked out one of the windows. Nothing yet. Good.
"So....where are you from? Are there any other survivors?" he asked, hoping there would be. To join a society of people that weren't skins...that would be a dream come true. He would no longer have to hide. It all seemed so glamorous, and too good to be true.
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Posted: Tue Oct 20, 2009 4:14 pm
Finn woke up as soon as she heard the talking. She had been camping out in the managers office in the back of the supermarket, under the desk. Crawling out, she grabbed her shotgun and tip-toed over to the door, slipping out into the market.
"Crap...I hate people." She muttered under her breath.
The last time she had worked with a group of people, they had taken her weapons and food stuffs before locking her in a closet. Luckily enough for her, they had all been ripped to pieces 10 minutes later and she was able to re-claim her things after the remaining skins dispersed.
Thankful she was wearing her quiet boots, she stealthily moved down the isle toward the front of the store. Once she saw that both men were distracted by each other, she cocked her gun and stepped out into the open.
"You boys wanna give me a good reason not to splatter yer brains against the wall? And if you even think of saying, 'Cause you're a girl', I'll pop out all four of your kneecaps on principal!"
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Posted: Tue Oct 20, 2009 4:33 pm
Unfortunately for Rick, it was. James didn't have enough time to respond to his new companions question before a woman stepped out of the shadows. Having heard the cocking of the pistol, he had already begun to turn towards it. Shotgun in hand and faced towards the woman, he frowned, confused.
"Now hold on a minute!" he yelled back. "What's a matter with you! We're all on the same damn side here!"
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Posted: Tue Oct 20, 2009 4:39 pm
"Yeah...Heard that one before, bucko. In this place? It's pretty much everyone for themselves." Looking at his gun, she raised an eyebrow. "You're really gunna try and shoot me first with that thing?"
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Posted: Tue Oct 20, 2009 5:07 pm
Rick cursed as he held up his hands. "What the hell is going on here? I've been coming here for weeks!" he said as he turned to face the woman. He knew he'd need to talk fast to get out of this. "Alright, ya got a point there. It's man eat man out there, but this is different. There's no need to shoot anyone."
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Posted: Tue Oct 20, 2009 5:12 pm
".....Fine. Whatever. But I've been ******** over one too many times and if I even think I smell anything fishy, neither of you will be walking outta here." She slowly lowered her gun and hung it on her belt holster.
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Posted: Tue Oct 20, 2009 5:19 pm
Rick relaxed, breathing a sigh of relief. "Alright, well I'm gonna grab some food. You're both welcome to join me if you want. I have an underground den just about a mile away." he said as he grabbed a plastic bag.
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