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 Posted: Thu Nov 29, 2007 12:41 pm
 The world was once an amazing place, though it was full of issues. So many things and so many people were lied to and hidden and for the most part, people were ignorant. Life was all right, not many had too many things to complain about. However, ignorance does not breed bliss or any other truly benign feeling, and while the world went on it’s merry way, terror struck, silently and effectively, somewhere in the small villages of China. Whatever this was spread fairly quickly, seeing as signs of infection took some time to establish themselves. People were left ignorant and the sickness spread through Asia, Central Asia, and Southeast Asia and began penetrating the Middle East before nearly any recognizon was given. Europe’s citizens, when they began to be attacked, took to the planes and flew to North America, sending several of the infected with them. Australia was lost, no one managed to escape from the continent and report the goings on, it was labeled completely infected and ignored. Africa was hit terribly, many many people died.
In an attempt to destroy some of the escaping infected, those found on board ships were tossed overboard, only to resurface weeks later, bloated and covered in sea goop upon the shores of both coasts of the Americas, Greenland, and Hawaii. Before too long, most of the world had been destroyed. There was no longer the issue of police brutality, global warming, not paying the bills or the inability to get pregnant. All that mattered was to survive yet another day, and not lose too many in the night.
It’s been what seems like a lifetime since they hit the shores, all who survive have horror stories that continue through their average days. People have found way to beat the undead, zombies, names given for lack of a better title, though the methods are dangerous. The only seriously effective way of putting them down for good is removal or destruction of the head. Time has come for the living to retake the world and make it theirs again, no longer living in fear of their relatives.
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Posted: Thu Nov 29, 2007 12:45 pm
¥ PrOtOcOl ¥
∫ If the above post looks a bit familiar, that's because it was influenced by the new novel, World War Z, worth a read.
∫ Literacy is important, if you play below the standard I set by the following rules, you'll be asked to leave. It isn't much, and I expect them followed.
ç A minimum of four sentences.
ç Proper use of grammar and spelling.
ç Typing will be ALWAYS in the third person.
ç Detail is important, be sure to include it.
∫ Godmodding, power-playing, major time-jumping, major land-mass-jumping, and ignoring other's logical wishes are unacceptable. Issues will be brought up with me, and it will be settled.
∫ The formal rating of the guild is Pg-13, though with the subject of this rp in particular, the use of tasteful upper ratings are acceptable. Abusing this will result in being removed.
∫ All profiles will be filled out properly with the form given, and will be sent via Private Message under the title "Z-Profile "Name" ". Anything else will be ignored.
*Note* if in need of an answer to a question, replace 'name' with 'question' and it will be read.
∫ There is honestly no limit to number the number of characters you can play, just be sure you can maintain all you have made.
∫ The following are some helpful hints for being successful in this role-play.
ç Profiles should be detailed with good information on characters. mystery pasts must be explained, though stating that no one knows of the past will make it unknown, it adds important detail to the character.
ç Adding description of simple things in posts will earn brownie points, being as dull as a drop of water will dull everyone else out and have you removed.
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Posted: Thu Nov 29, 2007 12:47 pm
¥ SuPeRnUmErArY ¥
ç Remember, A gun is only as useful as it's rounds. A knife doesn't need rounds.
ç The elderly will slow you down, and the dead won't care why you're in their hands.
ç The dead don't need air or sustenance to continue on, you do.
ç Do not go swimming, there are dead lurking beneath the surface.
ç Height is your friend.
ç They can smell you, don't make it easier by not bathing.
ç The dead are gone! Do not keep around infected family.
ç The infected will become sick within minutes, drop into a coma within twenty four hours and reanimate within a few hours of the coma.
ç If infected pieces are transplanted into healthy bodies, infection is instantaneous.
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Posted: Thu Nov 29, 2007 12:52 pm
¥ pErSoNaE ¥
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UserName SkyeBaby
CharacterName Ava Jullian “AJ” Jordan
CharacterAge Twenty-Three
CharacterGender Female
CharacterAppearance Ava stands at five foot eight, her body made nearly completely out of muscle. Her frame is slender, but not weak. Her hair has gone mostly silver grey, supposedly due to the intense trauma that she has experienced. She jokingly says that it’s from being in close quarters with the dead for so long, it’s their affect. She wears a eyepatch over her left eye, though she refuses to explain as to why she has it. The right eye, a brilliant blue-grey orb makes up for the lack of the left. Ava dresses in whatever she likes, but for the most part it’s black and comfortable.
CharacterOccupation Ava was a student at the cities local college when the war began, when the school closed down, due to the threat of attack, Ava took after her uncle and started working as a gun for hire, which was possibly the smartest thing she could have done, seeing as now the world has gone to hell and being able to fight for your life is something done between lunch and dinner.
CharacterStory Ava was born to a simple family, her mother was a bit young, aged eighteen, and was still living with her own mother. The girl was raised with her mother’s family, while the father joined the army and to put it simply, died when infection hit.
PersonalTouch The eye patch she wears was made from the gown her mother wore the day she was killed by the dead.
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Posted: Thu Nov 29, 2007 12:54 pm
¥ PoSt fAcTuM ¥
So now that you know of the horror the entire world has come to face, perhaps it's important to know that a company attempted to calm the world's people by making a bogus drug that could prevent infection. It infact was a drug that turned out to prevent rabies, so no wonder the world believed them. The remaining countries of the world bought into the drug, and the people scrambled for it. It was expensive, non-insurable, and ineffective.
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Posted: Thu Nov 29, 2007 12:55 pm
¥ rEsTrIcTeD ¥
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Posted: Thu Nov 29, 2007 12:56 pm
¥ rEsTrIcTeD ¥
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Posted: Thu Nov 29, 2007 1:14 pm
It was dawn, and the light ringing of an alarm seemed to float through the concrete walls of the hovel that lay flush against the rock face that cut off the lush forest from the mountain. The foliage has grown around the building, it hadn't taken it very long, even though the house had been built only about a year ago. Unlike the common houses of the current era, this house rested on the ground itself, rather then twice a man's height above it. It also appeared to be attached to the rock behind it, as if it were made when the mountain grew from the earth.
The front of the house had a strong heavy door, it's form made of both heavy metals and more concrete, moving it must be terribly difficult, unless there was a mechanism to which to do so. There were no windows, no cracks and no decoration unless passerby's would consider mud, blood and other earthly growths decoration, and that was unlikely,seeing at the passerby's were of the unthinking variety.
The alarm was abruptly silenced, leaving the wooded area around the building ringing with the instant lack of noise. Perhaps once birds sang here, or a deer or other leafy green eaters meandered through the nearby valley, nibbling on the plant life, but it no longer made these noises,and the world was silent. The animals had moved away, away from the living and the undead, who on rare occasions would ignore the fresh blood in preference to a two legged meal.
Inside the house, a light flickered on, though it went unnoticed on the outside. A woman, whose age was difficult to determine because the young looked old and the younger looked the same, came into view, wearing a pair of grey sweatpants and a patched jacket scuffed around what would be called the kitchen, had there been a large selection of cabinets and cookware.
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