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Iris_virus rolled 1 100-sided dice:
23
Total: 23 (1-100)
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 Posted: Sun Dec 06, 2009 7:51 am
-It was dark outside when he woke, a groan escaping his lips as he streched his limbs outwards, eyes feverishly attempting to adjust to the darkness, to try and figure out where he was.
He remembered things.. though they seemed like a dream. Mysterious deaths, school a blaze, fighting through a zombie apocolyps, and... dying..?
His fingers grazed the cool floor he'd been laid out upon, feeling the tacky surface of drying blood, soft details of the hallway finally beginning to come through the darkness. He'd most definately died here. And yet..?
His eyes turned, spotting the blood covered keys not far from his body, his precious item. He'd respawned. He'd honest to ******** goodness respawned after those zombie bitches took him down! All worry about his safety before, and his super cautious actions.. they were only hindering him beating this damn game. He was invincible.. he would respawn until he'd completed it! That in and of itself only proved that he'd been right all along. He WAS the protagonist the whole time.
His elation was immense, slowly he tried to step up, ignoring the tug at his shoulder, the soft sounding of something dragging against the floor. Only when he was finally standing, surveying the bloody and disgusting scene around him did he notice his shovel was missing. And then promptly find it...
Dug and semi melded deep into his GREEN shoulder flesh.
The keys slipped from his hands, his expression plummeting from joy to horror. This was no respawn... No respawn at all.
He was a motherf***ing flesh eating scum of the earth zombie b*****d now. His stomach turned. Perhaps apprehension.. perhaps to scoff at him.. remind him exactly what it was he wanted to be filled with now.
A roar of anger escaped the youma, and quickly he began to tear at the green, teeth bitten and scarred flesh, trying his best to rip if off as he gritted his teeth.
No. No no no no no no. He did not lose. He did not become a ******** piece of s**t zombie.-
((I'm going to roll to damage myself, if I can't do this thennn, pretend I didn't roll damage at all ;D ))
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Posted: Sun Dec 06, 2009 4:58 pm
It was amusing, when they tried to fight their fate. Linarite herself had recently accepted that no matter what she did, she was doomed to have unsatisfactory relationships with men. And now, immediately after running away from Khaldun, she was watching a zombified student try to rip the decaying flesh off his own bones.
"Stop." The command was one crisp, clear sound. It wouldn't to do waste a resource, even a pathetic one like this. From the shadows, the lieutenant smiled mockingly, leaning against the nearest surface. "I don't think you should do that. In fact, I forbid it." It was understandable, not wanting to live when your will was not your own, and your body was rotting beneath your clothing.
But it just wasn't going to happen. Not now, in any case.
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Posted: Sun Dec 06, 2009 5:35 pm
-As the word sounded his fingers halted in place, attention turning to the source with curiousity and.. some strange internal urge he barely registered. She was cloaked in shadow, but she was most definately a SHE, which had usually been more than half of the battle towards winning the attention of the former gamer.
His fingers flicked outwards, working to rid themselves of the shreds of flesh that had remained caught, body straightening, until he heard the clack of wood on the floor once more and felt resistance press against his upper body. ******** shovel.. he'd have to do something about that later.-
"What should I be doing then, babe?" -His voice lifted with an attitude that was more for show then anything. He wasn't exactly sure why her words had affected him, nor did he know why he felt the urge to hear her out. Probably because he had nothing better to do then try to kill himself right now. Which... really wasn't the most exciting thing in the world anyway.-
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Posted: Wed Dec 09, 2009 8:01 am
"Babe?"
A second voice called out from the shadows, this one distinctly feminine, but also older than the first. Soon enough, a silhouette stepped forward and out of the shadows, the first to reveal herself to the young youma.
Tossing her hair back with one hand, the cocky Negaverse Captain simply smiled at the younger boy, her orange eyes looking him over. "You don't know a babe until you've seen me."
Nealite had spotted Linarite in her dashing, though fortunately for the pinkette, she had not seen where she'd been coming from. Bored and feeling mischievous, she'd followed the younger girl to investigate her whereabouts. And, clearly, had not been disappointed.
"It doesn't matter, though," She mused, one hand rising to tap her chin, "I think you were doing pretty well on your own, dear. Why don't you start back up on destroying yourself? It'll just be one less monster for us to clean up after."
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Posted: Wed Dec 09, 2009 12:57 pm
((Any particular post order you guys would like? heart I can try to post after each of you if you like (Cuter, Iris, Nessy, Iris)? Or more traditionally. Whatever :3 ))
"I'm not going to argue with that." -He grinned, like an absolute fool as his attention turned to the other shadow and subsequent hottie that stepped out from it.
He admired, without trying to hide the fact, eyes trailing from foot to head before finding a comfortable place at chest height.-
"I'd like to use that chest for a pillow." -He stated matter of factly, a compliment even, or so he thought.- "Or maybe even something a little less PG."
-It was at this point that Lucas recalled just what had happened to his precious parts earlier, and what exactly he was. He was going to KILL that b***h if she'd broken anything important. BUT.. on that same line of thought, could zombies like.. even get it up? Didn't you need blood for that and a nice pulse? Well, he bet he couldn't get it up for a zombie chick with nasty rotting skin and junk, but this woman here...
In the meantime his fingers had begun to dig deep into his arm again, ripping free another chunk of flesh with a sicking wet sound. He'd learned pretty early on, you did what a girl asked of you if you wanted in those lacy panties.-
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