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You feel a wrenching sensation. It feels as if you're being pressed between two giant rollers, then twisted around and around and squeezed into something. You can try to scream -- it does nothing. You can't hear anything, or see anything but a milky greyness.

There is a jolt.

You're back. You're alive again.

But something is wrong. Something is so very, very wrong.

You try to speak. "Graaaaagh," you moan. "Graaaagh? Graaagh!" You can't speak.

You look down at yourself. You wish you didn't. This isn't your body. You died. You're dead and you're not supposed to be here like this why are you here this is wrong wrong WRONG!

But. You're not panicking. Your pulse isn't getting any faster. It feels as if you're detached. You... you could care less.

Finally you register the fact that you can hear again. There is a sharp snick, snick of a hooded reaper sharpening their weapon. You can hear the roar of the ocean nearby. You can't smell anything. You feel... hungry though. Something then catches your gaze. It appears that someone has erected several helpful signs here.

OBLIGATORY OOC EXPLANATION POST


Welcome to the new you! You are now a zombie that hungers for brains. Your outfit matches the above, however your EYES/GOGGLES glow with the colors of your old squad. Your body was never recovered, sadly -- you are now in a DIFFERENT body, but someone saw it fit to write your old squad number on your helmet in sharpie.

...what? It's not like you guys knew what your old bodies looked like anyway. 8D WHO KNOWS you could be lucky to have your same body. But this is quite the out of body experience for all of you. c:

Zombies can't speak. All a zombie can say is "Graah," or some variation thereof. You are not a Halloween zombie. You are a classical zombie that mindlessly hungers for brains. And your sign language is 1337. No exceptions.

<7Hi2 i2 4 53N73NC3 In 2om8i3 5I9N l4n9U493. 7Hi2 i2 HOw dI4lo9 5hoUld 83 wRI773N ou7.>

Yes, you may provide a translated version of your character's dialog at the bottom of your posts in OOC in size 1 font. Please don't clutter the thread with it~

In addition, if you use too much dialog your limbs WILL fall off. If you lose one arm, then your sentences will become fragmented. If you lose both arms, consider yourself mute aside from the occasional "Graaaah!" of anguish.

Not good at speaking 1337? You can use a translator like THIS ONE! No human can understand zombie sign language/1337. Even if a human is ICly a nerd, you don't understand it. :U

BUT MARU! I HAVE A NAMELESS SPIRIT! WHAT IS MY NAME?
Akina Tokuwa is now Stigma 1
Prolixity is now Stigma 2
Random Artist is now Stigma 3
Adghal Popion is now Stigma 4
Sosiqui is now Stigma 5


Congrats! You are now part of the Zombie Squad Stigma ϛ.

BUT MARU! WTF DO I LOOK LIKE AS A MEMBER OF THE ZOMBIE SQUAD STIGMA?

You're more skeletal than zombie, but hey -- you still have SOME fleshy bits. And teeth. And claws. Bet you squaddies wish you had those. You still stick to the same zombie rules; you just get to look different.

And no, you can't remove the helms. If you remove them, you will immediately turn to ash.

But look! Someone was considerate enough to give you a new shiny tabard that smells new! ...or it would smell like new if you could still smell. : (

OMG MARU I WANT TO LOOK DIFFERENT BUT I ALREADY SIGNED UP WITH MY CHARACTER AAAAAAAH
If you want to switch from your character to one of these, post here in OOC your request and your reason why you'd like to switch. These zombies are limited. Do you know how hard it is to find these sort of corpses in this condition??? :C IT IS HARD LET ME TELL YOU.

Z12 had been contently awaiting his new chance at life. For the first time in a long while, he had felt a glimmer of hope.
That glimmer quickly turned into gut wrenching agony.
He had never felt such a horrible sensation. He wanted to cry out, to scream, but nothing would come out. He couldn't even hear anything. He prayed for it to be over...

Soon, that feeling went away, and he was now somewhere else... and something felt very off. Looking down at himself, he looked awful. Were these wounds from his fall? Well, they never said he would be healed of them.. but something was still off. He heard a noise, like the sharpening of a weapon. He turned, albeit with much effort as if his limbs were not as responsive as they once were, to find a hooded figure. Good, so maybe they would explain what happened now? "Graag, gr..." What? He was so certain he had said words.. why wasn't his voice working properly? In fact, he didn't seem to have much senses at all, other than... a very strong hunger..

That hunger seemed to take priority over anything else.

Beta Five had expected a lot more. Some brilliant, dazzling display, a flash of white light, some stars, maybe some totally over the top fireworks.

Instead he got grey. Lots of grey. And a kind of twisted pain. Then more grey.

Well, that wasn't nearly as dramatic as I'd hoped it would be.

And he was kinda hungry.

Actually a lot hungry. And his body felt kinda...well, off somehow. That was odd.

...and kinda gross, once Beta Five had looked down and actually seen his body. For a moment he just contemplated it, tilting his head as if he were scrutinizing it.

...okay, that's not really...right, but...

Oh well!

There was a hooded figure - one with a rather large looking sycthe - a few feet away. Beta Five glanced at him curiously, then shrugged. Whatever he was, he wasn't of any concern to him, right? Beta Five was more concerned about getting food in his system. And figuring out who the other people wobbling around were.

Man, I'm hungry.

[Z4 entering from THE BLACKNESS BEYOND THE DOOR that happens when you haven't written your solo yet.]

The world of darkness seemed to shift around him as Z4 stood back from the mysterious bulletin board of the afterlife, cocking his head and tapping the brim of his ice-bucket hat even still. Before he could wrap his head around the difference between black nothing and bright something, though, he shambled forward stiffly. Well, he had been dead, right? And now he was anti-dead. Undead? Hum.

Dimly glancing around, once more a song drifted out of the nothing of his memories, clawing hungrily at the edges of his recognition...

My tum will not be grumblin,
to hell with human plumbin'
And this hunger pain.
And my lips I'll be smackin'
as I do some awful snackin'
If I only had some brain.....s

Hurm. That wasn't how it went was it?

Well, he couldn't remember.

But it did sound like a good idea, didn't it?

He continued to try to hum or sing his song, but all that came out was a sort of sad, warbling "Grrrrrraaaaaah~" but that was good enough for him.

Could zombies whistle?

He seemed to be missing part of his jaw.

Oh bother.

[E-12 ENTERING from {THE LOUNGE} Death ORP Thread]

E-12 had signed her name and waited for what was to come next. She had expected something like the bright flash of light that’d transported her and her teammates to the giant Minesweeper board. She wasn’t expecting what came next.

There was an intense sensation of squishing, squeezing and twisting. Somehow E-12 knew it should hurt. She knew she should be feeling an agony more intense than anything she’d ever experienced before, but when she opened her mouth to scream, nothing came out.

The first sensation she experienced when the fog cleared was a growl of hunger. She hadn’t eaten in, what, a week? It made sense. E-12 turned to look for her comrades, but her body was slow, sluggish. It didn’t respond quite the way she remembered it should. She looked down at her cracked and bloody body and promptly looked away. Had those monsters given her back her real body? The one that had been crushed under a boulder? E-12 knew she should be upset, but she found she couldn’t work herself up to it. She was just really, really hungry.

“Graaaah?” she asked the nearest figure. Well, that wasn’t as articulate as it should have been. No matter. E-12 turned away and shuffled towards a set of brightly coloured signs.

Staring stupidly at the information, E-12 came to two important conclusions: brains = good, losing limbs = bad. How would she eat brains without her arms?

She shuffled towards the other pink-eyed figures and cracked a rotten smile. This should be fun.

[E8 Entering from the Death Lounge]

Oh, E8 should have expect nothing less that what he was felling at the moment. His head was spinning while his limbs felt like they were being torn away from him. His insides, oh his insides felt as if they were exploding and being compacted together, and then, as per usual, it all faded once it felt like it was going to never stop.

Was he alive once more, or was this a trick to get him a new level of death?

Once the cloud of grey vanished from his sight E8 took a moment to just stand in his spot like a rag doll. His head was still spinning on him, but more importantly he didn't want to take a chance with moving in case there were traps laid out.

"Graaaaaaahhhh..."

A long tired moan escaped from behind his mask as a sensation for food erupted from within him. Pizza would be nice. Maybe some soup, but no, no, that wasn't it. This appetite was different. Something a little more fleshy. Something more out there...

Brains. He wanted brains...

'Well that's slightly disturbing....'

Shaking his head, E8 slowly and lazily turned his attention to the cloaked figure, However that did not last long when he spotted the sight of E1 dancing...

"Grah?" .... "Grah.." .... "GRAH!"

Yep. This was going to be interesting....

((Eta Three is entering from the Lounge/Bulletin Board.))

He stood staring mutely as others placed their names upon the notice pinned to the cork board when he suddenly felt an odd sensation, he looked around at the others and his vision blurred and then nothing, just a milky greyness like he was in a thick fog however the strange sensation escalated and he felt like he's being pulled and twisted in directions his limbs shouldn't normally twist and rotate. He started to feel nauseous when there was a sudden finalising jolt.

He rocked back and forth for a moment, letting the feeling of nausea pass and then he stands and begins to look about him, he doesn't recognise this place however before he took in his surroundings in depth he noted he still didn't feel right. He held out his hands in front of him and twisted them, oh god they looked terrible and looking past his hands and arms he traced his legs, the sight was nauseating. It was like he'd woken from the dead like... the thought entered his mind; 'Like a zombie.' What had he signed up for, why did he think coming back to life wouldn't have it's price to pay.

However before he could berate himself and give himself a moral telling off a sensation he hadn't felt since he'd awoken in this forsaken place, hunger. He felt hungry and not just any sort of hunger he craved... human brains!?!