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Posted: Mon Dec 15, 2008 5:29 pm

Virgil's Journal

Day 42 : 17:42

The infected seem to be increasing their numbers...however, what I have come to see more of is nothing even close to resembling a human. These new horrors are more gruesome, bigger, and more terrifying than even I could have imagined. Can the infected evolve into these things? Or are they the result of mutation of some other poor animal?

It has been two weeks now, since I've seen another uninfected human being. Mind you, I've only been able to travel several blocks through the city since then. Never before had I realized how huge this place was...is this happening outside the city? There was no way to know...before the infection was even really known about, all of the power was cut out throughout the city--no radio, television...nothing.

I made my way to what was once a highly-guarded government building. The security took a long time to breach, but I managed. Down in the basement, I made an extremely unsettling find: the whole pandemic (or epidemic, for all I know) was planned. I hacked into what seemed to be the central computer and also found that they had made predictions that some of us, such as myself, would display alternative mutations. They included a wide variety of supernatural powers...they were labeled as such:

"BLUE: the ability mimic others' physical strength, agility, etc.
RED: the ability to summon the entities"--"entities"? Like gods?

"YELLOW: the ability to change physical shape
GREEN: the ability to send out a variety of mental signals"--this must have been me...

"PURPLE: the ability to produce non-elemental explosions
BLACK: the ability to control the elements
WHITE: the ability to heal
GREY: the ability to modify the amount and type of light in an area"

As disturbed and betrayed as this all makes me feel, it gives me hope...is there anyone else out there who survived?

Posted: Mon Dec 15, 2008 5:35 pm

Rules of the Roleplay? Here they are:

-BEHAVE.
-DON'T BEHAVE AND I'LL KICK YOU OUT.
-Be creative. Not just with your character, but with their actions. Try and give us something that we can respond to...makes sense, amirite?
-This takes place in a moderately-large, modern-time city...it has no name. It is simply...THE CITY. So that means that your character shouldn't have been raised by an Amazon tribe, makes sense too, right?
-If you have a logical "color" idea, please PM me with it. Even if you don't want it, I'd like to add it to the list.
-Uh...P/IM me if you have any questions...?
-Oh, and to keep out you n00blets who join in willy-nilly, PM me profiles with the title: "WSNBM/ONBP" (And if you understand the acronym, leave your name and year at the end of the profile)
-The OOC/Profile thread will be found here.

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Posted: Mon Dec 15, 2008 5:47 pm

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Posted: Mon Dec 15, 2008 5:58 pm

But what's going on here?

Alright, so you know the whole spiel about some form of zombies taking over the earth. It's in popular fiction enough, and movies, books, and some groups and clubs glamorize the idea of surviving in such places. According to the above journal, it appears that the government had planned a virus attack on the city, and from the looks of things...they were trying to make some kind of mutant that wasn't the typical zombie. In most, it had infected them to become the typical Resident-Evil infected, with a few becoming more like the "Dark Hunters" in I Am Legend, the latter becoming feared leaders when co-operating to achieve a common goal is the idea. Those few seemingly unaffected by it (Those being us, the roleplayers.) got some form of power from it. See the color code referenced in the journal.

Zombie Survival in text-based format with Final Fantasy-esque powers!

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Posted: Fri Dec 19, 2008 5:28 pm

So who's left?

.:The power behind me is: Eikre_DarNell
.:Who I am is: Virgil Lifeson
.:I have survived this long: nineteen years.
.:My power color is: Green
.:I use a Duesenburg Starplayer Bass Guitar, and a .357 Magnum Revolver to defend myself.
.:You can recognize me because: My self-portrait would describe me as average height of 5'5, and low-average weight of 110 lbs. My short, bright blue hair has become but an unkempt mop above his head. My gaze, behind a blue-tinted shade, comes from hetero-chromatically hued eyes. The left is a bright sparkling blue, and the other is the exact color of a perfectly cut emerald. I'm usually found wearing a black long sleeved shirt, with his trusty blue overshirt thrown over top, and baggy black khakis, and a pair of simple black running shoes. From my neck is a silver chain, with my lucky charm hanging from it.
.:My personality complex: is a combination of nice guy combined with a very cavalier-style attitude. I'm usually found in a happy mood, and I'm slow to anger. I'm found by other people to be a charismatic, and a leader-style person with a leadership style that combines flair, motivation, and a positive outlook.
.:My Theme song: Resist by Rush
.:And when I bash zombies, said theme becomes: Angel Eyes by Axel Rudi Pell

.:The power behind me is: Krahken
.:Who I am is: Thestalon Vetinari
.:I have survived this long: 22 years of age.
.:My power color is: Grey
.:I use A skorpion sub machine gun and a Scythe to defend myself.
.:You can recognize me because: I stand at the height of 6ft 2" and of a light build. I wear a concealing black cloak which ends above knee height, trousers are worn underneath and trainers all of these are black. My face is slightly gaunt from starvation and wears a tired expression from the constant traveling. My eyes are red and my hair is rough and the colour of it is black with streaks of red in places.
.:My personality complex: is untrustworthy from being devoid of human contact for so long I have become unused to socializing so I behave erratically in places and and an extremely dark sense of humour which only comes from the constant torrent of fighting.
.:My Theme song: Led Zeppelin - Stairway to heaven
.:And when I bash zombies, said theme becomes: Slipknot Vermillion pt 2.

.:The power behind me is: DemonDays2
.:Who I am is: Ian Cromwell
.:I survived this long: 26
.:My power color is: Gray
.:I use A Soviet SKS and Smith and Wesson 40F to defend myself.
.:You can recognize me because: I'm about 6' 2" and look a little like this; white t-shirt with a simple logo on the left breast, a black 42 with a black ring around it. Over that is an olive drab military style jacket. Also has a pair of simple jeans and a leather belt that has a custom built holster for my pistol. My hair is a curly brown/blond but is usually covered by a woodland camo boonie hat. I also have blue eyes, but those are sometimes covered up as well by black sunglasses.
.:My personality complex: I'm a cheerful joker. I will always try to crack a joke to lighten up a situation. In the midst of battle, you will always hear wisecracks from me, usually witty one liners when I take down a zombie. If I need to however, I will be dead serious. I'm always calm, unless the odds are way stacked against me.
.:My Theme song: The Who - Won't Get Fooled Again
.:And when I bash zombies, said theme becomes: AC/DC - Rock 'n' Roll Train

.:The power behind me is: Metal FreedomFighter
.:Who I am is: Kazamaki Kaido
.:I survived this long: 25 years
.:My power color is: Green
.:I use a Katana and an M21 Sniper Rifle as well as two Raging Bull revolving pistols to defend myself.
.:You can recognize me because: I am tall and slender, about 6' 2" and I weigh about 150. I am seen usually wearing black slim fit jeans, a white collared shirt with a black jacket over it. I have black hair that comes down just over my ears. I wear a silver chain with a cross around my neck.
.:My personality complex: I am calm and collected. I am a bit of outcast at times. I prefer staying away from people. I am inteligent, and a good strategiest. I will do anything to protect my friends.
.:My Theme song:"Freedom Fighter" by Creed
.:And when I bash zombies, said theme becomes: "Bullets" by Creed

.:The power behind me is: mellomeghan
.:Who I am is: Missy Fay
.:I survived this long: 21 years
.:My power color is: black
.:I use japanese fighting stars and a semi-automatic pistol to defend myself.
.:You can recognize me because: my body stands at 6 feet. My bright blue eyes are capable of making the hardest heart melt. My dirty blonde hair stays in a ponytail at the top of my head and in taken out of the ponytail falls to the small of my back. I have an athletic body and wil use it to my advantage. I am normaly found wearing black leather pants, a tight black tanktop, and black knee high boots.
.:My personality complex: is kind and compasionate. I love everyone untill they make me mad. I would advise people not to anger me because I have a short temper and when you piss me off, beware, I do hold grudges and never back down from a fight. I use sarcasim almost to often and I love to have fun, but I do hide deep shame for something that happened in my past.
.:My Theme song: The Best D**n Thing by Avril
.:And when I bash zombies, said theme becomes: Fight For Your Right by Beastie Boys

.:The power behind me is: Puppeteer Cyanide
.:Who I am is: Lithil, Lith for short
.:I survived this long: 15 odd years, give or take. Maybe 16. Whatever. A long time.
.:My power color is: Yellow, bitches! No, I swear it's not jaundice.
.:I usemyself, often, but also a collection of metal pipes and chains I keep on my person at all times to defend myself.
.:You can recognize me because: I'm the one kicking you in the face. Well, after that, yeah, I'm vaguely recognizable 'cuz I wasn't able to cut my hair for a few years (and by that I mean oh, ten? Something like that) so yes. My hair is ridiculously long, and I try to tie it back in a ponytail/braid/hybrid but it's got this kind of symbiotic relationship with my skull in which the contract kinda says it's not aloud to be bound. It gets in the way a lot, but it's also rather useful. Oh, and under the dust and blood and stuff, I think it was originally light auburn...? Whatever. Doesn't matter, as it's just become blood and dirt coloured. Fun.
So... any other interesting features...? I got a lot of scars. Yes. And my body mass never stays the same, due to my, er, lovely acquired powers... I'm somewhat tan under the dust, and my eyes, I've been told, are 'like little chips of ice'. But I don't trust the kind of people that use that sort of language, so I bashed his head in with a pipe. No biggie.
.:My personality complex: I don't truck with those that try to explain their weirdness by diagnosing themselves with disorders. I'm just a normal teenagers, right? Except I enjoy bashing people's heads in. A lot.
.:My Theme song: Alice Practice - Crystal Castles
.:And when I bash zombies, said theme becomes: Sonne - Rammstein

.:The power behind me is: Draykonus
.:Who I am is: Orex Halden
.:I survived this long: 23 years
.:My power color is: yellow
.:I use a pretty neat new power and a Mk. 48 model 0 to defend myself.
.:You can recognize me because: I stand at 6'4" and have an average build. I have a tan complexion, but a little lighter than Hispanic. My hair color is bright red and used to hang down to my shoulder blades until I spiked it. The inner part of my iris is yellow, but the outer part fluctuates between blue, brown, green, and gray. I had my teeth filed to points when I was younger. I have chinese dragon designs spiraling up my arms and onto my back, where they appear to be fighting. The dragon on my left side is black. The dragon on the right is red.
.:My personality complex: I'm a nice guy, but I have a tiny violence problem. Seriously, it's not that bad... or is it?
.:My Theme song: Suicide Messiah by Black Label Society
.:And when I bash zombies, said theme becomes: Bodies by Drowning Pool

.:The power behind me is: shauna_marie
.:Who I am is: Pandora McCarty
.:I survived this long: 22 years
.:My power color is: White
.:I use A small 10in dagger and a small pistol to defend myself.
.:You can recognize me because: I stand at a short five foot two. I have long brown hair that falls to my waist. It is usually kept up in a braid. It comes in handy sometimes, all i have to do is swing my head around and I can whack somebody in the face. I have common brown eyes, however they are framed by long lashes. I like to wear a black tanktop that compliments my figure, along with blue-jean shorts. I have a battered up coat that sometimes doubles as my blanket. My shoes are simply a pair of tennis shoes, very durable. I carry a small backpack with one pair of spare clothes, some food, and my journal, in which i record what has been happening in my life since the epidemic outbreak.
.:My personality complex: Well, I wish this whole thing hadn't happened. However, I can say that it has helped me realize how lucky I am not to be a zombie. I will be your friend, if you give me the chance, just don't get on my bad side. That would be stupid. Just remember, tnt comes in small packages.
.:My Theme song: Supermassive Black Hole - Muse
.:And when I bash zombies, said theme becomes: Bad Reputation - Halfcocked

Posted: Sat Dec 20, 2008 1:00 pm

It is dark all around me. It was always dark. Light seems to follow me around and make the rest of the world darker. I have a sense of control over it but cannot make the light which follows me go away at least until now. I have suddenly gained an abnormal amount of control over the light. I can bend the light to make myself invisible, control ultra-violet rays to burn the undead to ashes, use x-ray to see through walls and infra red to see in the dark. In the days like today these are all extremely useful as I weave to and fro in the urban wasteland as the undead ignore me i walk past slowly cutting each and everyones head off with my scythe. I feel no remorse for what I do. I walk the barren streets laden with stranded cars and rubbish until I find a very luxurious hotel. I walk into the now dusty lobby and walk behind the lacquered oak counter and grab the most luxurious room key. When i reach my room and quickly check it for the undead and then make the means to barricade myself in. Thats one flaw with my powers i cannot do it subconciously so when i sleep im vunerable.
I guess this will make do for now...
[[well someone had to start it]]

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Posted: Sun Dec 21, 2008 11:24 am

"A little closer, mate..." Ian breathed, looking down the sights of his SKS.
A zombie ambled closer toward him, unknowing of its fate.
"Little more...there y'are" he said, pulling the trigger.
There was a loud crack, and the undead's head caved in. It collapsed like a wet sock.
"One more for the kill board." Ian said in his distinct Australian accent.
He got up off the hood of the car he was sitting on, walking down the street.
He hummed to himself as went along. A few undead turned and grunted at him but didn't give chase.
He moved closer into the heart of the city, stopping at the base of a hotel.
"Nice, very posh." he said to himself, flicking open the bayonet under the barrel of his Soviet made rifle.
Out front where two zombies, making their way toward him.
"Oi, brainless meatbags!" he shouted. They both turned to him, grunted, and started to move toward him.
"A'right, fight ya want? Fight you'll get." Ian said, steadying the rifle on his shoulder.
The first zombie, in what can only be described as a completely braindead move, ran straight up and impaled itself on the bayonet. The second one got closer, and Ian pulled the bayonet out of the now dead first zombie and used it to cut through the neck of the second. It still lived, but was next to useless.
In a rather violent manner, Ian kicked the head down the street, watching to see how far it went, then strolled inside.
"Very, very posh." he said casually, sitting down in a high-backed leather chair in the front lobby.

Posted: Sun Dec 21, 2008 3:45 pm

[Now that we've GOT people, I think I'll put stuff up now.]

Virgil finished writing his journal, and closed the small, spiral-bound notebook. Lit by a small, battery-powered desk lamp, the room was dark, sparse, and only held a desk and a military cot. Not that there wasn't light outside, considering it was...oh, five or something in the afternoon. The darkness came from a complete lack of windows in the room. Virgil got up out of his chair, and exited said room into a diner's kitchen, then through it into the seating area.

To give a small rundown of the area, it's the same as any small-time diner, with only window seat booths that have been ripped out and barricaded over said windows, and the door was almost entirely barricaded except for a crawlspace at the top for entering and exiting. It wasn't the best defense, and Virgil was looking to get out and into somewhere else if possible.

Speaking of said crawlspace, Virgil climbed the mountain of stuff in front of the door to access it. Drawing his revolver, and loading a single bullet into an empty chamber (All chambers are left empty in case of accidental firing. To avoid waste.), Virgil peered outside. The view down the streets was clear. the diner was situated in a little street, smudged between two other stores of non-importance. Hearing only gunshots in the very far off distance, Virgil concluded that it was safe. He headed back inside, and went to the homemade jukebox that was connected to speakers outside. Virgil flipped through the songs offered, wondering what would attract people if they heard it. He chuckled, "If anyone hears music, I'm sure they'll head for it." as he selected "Separate Ways" by the band Journey.

As the synth opening filled the diner and the area outside, Virgil picked up a watering can and began to water various potted food-plants that he had found and grown. Just another sign that Virgil had been planning and working for a while.

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Posted: Sun Dec 21, 2008 4:06 pm

Kazamaki peared through the scope of his M21. After making sure it was safe he strolled to the back of the roof where the ladder was. He quickly decended it and when he got to the bottom he went inside his scarecely furnished room.
"God this place is depressing"he muttered to himself. He grabbed his 2 pistols and stuffed them in his back pockets. After tieing on his katana he made his way outside.
"Is....Is that music.....Journey no less, what kind of sick twisted person plays Journey in a place like this."He begins to wander towards the music while reading the empty thoughts of the few zombies wandering the streets.
Yes he can read minds. Somehow when the epidemic hit he gained the ability to read minds and move objects all with his mind. Its strange but he loves his nefound power. It gives him an insight to those around him.

Posted: Sun Dec 21, 2008 4:19 pm

Missy loaded her semi-automatic and stepped out of the ally. She walked toward a diner that she could hear music from. Not to long ago she was be-heading a blasted zombie and wished she was still doing so. She lived for fighting and loved the way it made the adrenaline rush through her body. She was slightly giddy when she came to the glass door. She peared through it and watched a young man watering plants. She noticed that he was human and almost ran into the diner but she knew better. She noticed the gun and held hers tightly. She was always the bold one and decided to make him notice her. She stepped away from the door and started to sing the song that played. She laughed on the inside at how vonerable she was making herself but she knew that she could kill anything that tried to hurt her. So she turned her back to the door and the man, ad sat on the curb still singing.

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Posted: Sun Dec 21, 2008 4:21 pm

Thestalon awoke from his sleep with a start, there was something annoying him he didn't know what but it seemed to be... music. He quickly ripped off the barricade he had put up around the door and immediately descended down to the ground floor. After stepping outside Thestalon began listening for the general direction of the sound. He stepped dreamily threw the streets of the wasteland until he reached a point at where the music was the loudest. He drew his skorpion sub machine gun and peered round the corner to be met with a small building, about the size of a diner. It was heavily barricaded but that was no propblem. Thestalon quicklies scan the building with x-ray and sees only one figure seem to be engaged in agricultural recreation. Putting away his skorpion he treads slowly towards the building incase of traps and reaches what he assumes is the door. He raises his hand and knocks three time heavily and then waits for an awnser. he then looks then looks down realising he didn't see the human sitting on the curb and says "what are you doing here?"

Posted: Sun Dec 21, 2008 4:24 pm

As he walked down the street he heard the thoughts that werent so mindless. He looked up to see a girl standing in the middle of the street singing the blasted Journey song.
"HEY! Who the bloody hell are you! And why the hell are you singing that blasted song!"

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Posted: Sun Dec 21, 2008 4:29 pm

"What am i doing here you ask. Well i was looking for the cause of this lovely music. The reason i am singing is to let the, i persum, person know i was human and not something else. Now what are you doing here" Missy asked in a tone that was full of sarcasium.

Posted: Sun Dec 21, 2008 4:32 pm

Thestalon sneers at the woman below him and says unkindly, "my business is that of my own human and you should do well to remember that!"
Thestalon then pulls out his scythe embeds it in the ground and sits further down the road looking blankly out to space.

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Posted: Sun Dec 21, 2008 4:39 pm

"How can you stand this garbage" he scoffed. "hey" he said as he looked at the man. "and who the hell are you"

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