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 Posted: Sun Jun 07, 2009 11:16 am
"It has finally happened. The year is...well...we don't remember. It's been like this for a while. We just didn't think they would..." Static on the tape as broken screaming is heard. "I can't believe they attacked already! We weren't even ready. They took..." Even more screaming and static, the voice on the tape now sounds panicked. "Oh god! They found us!" Gunshots ring out on the tape and then finally groaning. "It bite me...I'm done for...Whomever hears this...Defend yourself as best you can but...there's no way in hell you're going to live forever..." The voice starts to fade. "Sally! Ru--!" The tape ends abrubtly. [foreword][story][rules][profile skeleton][accepted profiles][white list/black list][reserved][reserved][reserved]
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Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2009 12:51 pm
 Nobody really knows how it happened. At first it started up as only minor little flares--little towns in the middle of nowhere that were easily contained by the government. Total media blackout. Nobody knew they were even happening to be honest. Until finally...it just leaked out.
Somehow, video footage as well as photographs were leaked out to the internet and spread like wildfire. In a matter of a day and a half, the government shut down the use of the internet--attempting to censor all the possible media sources out there. But then, something wild happen.
An en massed army invaded New York City--one of the most busiest cities in the entire country. No one would have ever seen it coming--and no one ever did. The government attempted to help, but they were all miserably destroyed by the invading...forces? Nobody knew what to call them. Vandals around New York always put graffiti messages like, "Beware the Zs!" "Caution! Area Under Control By Zs!" "Z End Is Nigh!" Some of them were clever, but they all came to the same conclusion. They were zombies.
The media had a field day with this, broadcasting live footage as long as they could. Until finally...game over. The entire city was completely destroyed the zombies. The carnage and mayhem spread through out the country--nobody was able to stop these seemingly unbeatable forces.
It is now the future--the exact year is unknown. The entire world has been conquered by this zombie-menace.
Except.
There are pacts of humans still alive in these times. The good guys. They call themselves the 'Uninfected'--though just because they have their own name doesn't mean they are suddenly superbly equipped. Then again--there were also the bad guys. They were raiders and bandits--willing to do ANYTHING to survive--even if it meant murder of uninfected, rape, pillage. Anything.
The villages inside of the ruins of New York meet once every decade to give up the eldest born to go out, fight zombies, and start a colony with the others. There are ten villages in total. The landscape of New York has changed completely--with the fortification of all the different villages; they all focus on different things. Some of tactical, some are doctors, and some are meatshields--and anything in between.
It's that time of the year where they send out a new envoy of teens to make a new village. [foreword][story][rules][profile skeleton][accepted profiles][white list/black list][reserved][reserved][reserved]
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Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2009 1:06 pm
Wartime Restrictions&Rules
i. I am [demi]God. [In addition to this, this RP is monotheistic]
ii. NO: godmodding, Mary+Gary Sues, puppeting.
iii. Absolutly no one-liners.
iv. If you are joining, you must be semi-literate to literate.
v. Minimum 3 line post, Maximum 20 line post.
vi. NO ONE-LINERS! Ever! Ramble if you must.
vii. Title your PMs with the role you want.
viii. No ** for actions
ix. Make it apparent you are talking in OOCs.
x. Anime Pictures only
xi. Use "" for talking, italics for thinking.
xii. I can add and subtract rules as much as I wish.
xiii. I will only be accepting 5 boys and 5 girls.
xiv. Post in size 9, 10, or 11; and make it apparent who your character is in your post[make it pretty.]
xv. Put an emo emote in your PM is you read the rules.
xvi. Did I mention, no one liners?
xvii. Don't forget to follow Gaia ToS as well as Crystal Chains' rules. [foreword][story][rules][profile skeleton][accepted profiles][white list/black list][reserved][reserved][reserved]
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Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2009 1:56 pm
Skeletal Remains___________x [imgleft]CHARACTER PICTURE HERE[/imgleft]
[color=POSTINGCOLOR][size=11]My Dog Tags Read[/size] [size=9][Name][/size]
[size=11]They Say That I'm[/size] [size=9][Age, D/O/B, and Gender][/size]
[size=11]I'm A Specialist In[/size] [size=9][What does the town you're from special in? Be creative. Little description][/size]
[size=11]The History Books Say[/size] [size=9][If you really can't tell what to put here, you're silly. AKA, BIO. Doesn't have to be long. At least three good sentences.][/size]
[size=11]You Can Tell How I Am By My Stuff[/size] [size=9][Personality, as well as equipment. Be reasonable.][/size]
[size=11]I Feel Like Someone's Watching Me Named[/size] [size=9][Username][/size]
[size=11]This May Seem Silly But...[/size] [size=9][Any random information/pet peeves/fears][/size]
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Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2009 2:07 pm
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1Xashii Pyre  My Dog Tags Read [Xashii Pyre]
They Say That I'm [Seventeen, 07/29/91, Male]
I'm A Specialist In [combat and survival techniques. If you're going to live in this new world, you need to know how to fight, which is based mostly on the physical end of it. The survival techniques are mostly on the intellectual end of it--how to prepare food, how to dispose of bodies, weapon maintenance, et cetera.]
The History Books Say [Xashii grew up all of his life in violence--not in the emo kind of way but when your village is more or less the combat centered village, there's going to be fighting you're growing up in. His village is the only one that dares to actually be really close to the zombies--and for good reasons too. They know how to kill, they know how to dispose, and they know how to stay the best they can be. His father is constantly sweeping while his mother is constantly fixing up their weapons and explaining everything that has to do with them. So, he learned a little of both worlds--honed his skills to the best that he could and is now being kicked out into the world.]
You Can Tell How I Am By My Stuff [Xashii is not the funnest person to be around. He's bossy, gets angry when anything bad happens--or if he doesn't get his way, and extremely protective of any and all of his friends to an almost unhealthy degree. He follows the TR policy of 'Speak softly and carry a big stick', so he's not much a talker--unless he is being the leader of something.
His equipment include a leather jacket with leather pants--uncomfortable to walk in but can REALLY withstand a bite and claw from zombies, as well as a Unica 9 with a handful of ammo, an M1Garand in shotty condition but still works--with a handuful of ammo, and a trench spike that his father gave him in case he gets into close encounters that he found when he was raiding a historical museum.]
I Feel Like Someone's Watching Me Named [Kishiwa]
This May Seem Silly But... [He can't stand wimps, and often contemplates killing them himself--but is also extremely terrified of the dark and always carries a flashlight around with him.]
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Women:
1 Skylar Gardener  My Dog Tags Read [Skylar Gardener]
They Say That I'm [17, 12/12/92, and Female]
I'm A Specialist In [Medicine/experimentation]
The History Books Say [The town I'm from doesn't exactly have the brightest history, although these days whos does? We're known for the way we 'treat' criminals, clinically insane, and sometimes even travelers who stumble on to our make shift town. We infect them, study them, try to fix them and, ultimately, kill them. Only a few of our experiments were successful, but I'm not allowed to share that information with anyone.
What the town doesn't know is that I shouldn't be in that town at all. I found my way in after escaping from raiders. When I was in I wandered into one of the few houses to find that the lady in there had died of starvation. I went to find help for her and soon after they assumed that I some how belonged to her. Because I was too afraid to say anything another family took me in to raise and teach me. Their last name was Gardener.]
You Can Tell How I Am By My Stuff [Sky is very intelligent in medical treatment, it was the only way to blend in with her town but some how people thought that she rose above others. She also tends to be quiet and somewhat shy because of her need to fit in. But if she warms up to someone they'll find that she's also caring and sweet, even a bit of a blabber mouth at times if she's not focused...
She carries two shotguns, but if you happened to ask her what they were she couldn't tell you. Sky also has bullets, a leather doctor’s bag, a journal, 5 pens, and the bare necessities.]
I Feel Like Someone's Watching Me Named [ xoxnaminexox ]
This May Seem Silly But... [Skylar is afraid of the dark, spiders, being touched anywhere from behind, and hates feet. Feet are just gross...]
2 Castryn Kavitai  My Dog Tags Read Castryn Kavitai[Name]
They Say That I'm 18, 02/02, Female
I'm A Specialist In Literature and Music preservation, or in more specific terms: keeping reading and writing and music alive. Castryn mostly studied the poetry and music part; she can write beautiful poems and songs but isn't that good at composing songs
The History Books Say Castryn living in her small tribe for her whole life like everyone else, so when the day came that she was told she would have to leave she was rather devastated. She was the oldest of three and one of 4 that were chose to leave and all four went in different dirrections; one to the east, one to north, one to the south, and Castryn to the west. Castryn likes to write poems, songs, and diary entries; she also likes singing.
You Can Tell How I Am By My Stuff Her personality really just depends on her mood; overall she's easy to get along with, but she can be really depressing and realistic when she's sad and sometimes iritating when she's angry. She keeps a leather messenger/sling bag with her with a couple notebooks and writing tools, and a small first-aid kit with tough cloth and, when she's lucky, real medical gear. There's also her trusty (and rusty) katana that she scavenged from a weapon shop tied to her belt and slung to her waist. She also has two pale (one green and one blue) blankets stored in her bag for cold nights/rough grounds.
I Feel Like Someone's Watching Me Named Dolphingirl777
This May Seem Silly But... She always wears an old hummingbird neaklace around her neak
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Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2009 2:12 pm
Zombie Chow::[blacklist]Survivors::
[whitelist] [foreword][story][rules][profile skeleton][accepted profiles][white list/black list][reserved][reserved][reserved]
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Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2009 2:15 pm
RESERVED [foreword][story][rules][profile skeleton][accepted profiles][white list/black list][reserved][reserved][reserved]
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Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2009 2:18 pm
RESERVED [foreword][story][rules][profile skeleton][accepted profiles][white list/black list][reserved][reserved][reserved]
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Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2009 2:19 pm
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Posted: Mon Jun 08, 2009 2:20 pm
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Posted: Thu Jun 11, 2009 6:07 pm
 Skylar Gardener All was silent. Skylar looked at a watch she had found during her travels. About nine a clock in the morning, or at least that's what it told her. What ever time it was didn't matter, there was light and that's what counted. She sat under a tree, thankful for the little shade it had given her from the sun, and pulled out her pen and journal. Before writing she adjusted her glasses, as unnecessary as they were she rather liked them, thinking they made her look smarter. Small but loopy letter followed the pen as Sky wrote:
Skylar Gardener: Entry two Day four
It's been four full days and I have had yet to make contact with anything living since I left...It's beginning to look bleak. I've had thoughts of going back home but I have come to realize they do not want me to come back. I understand. But The trouble is that, while they sent me out to continue to research and 'colonize', they have yet to consider the fact that others might not be doing the same. And that's if anyone is left. I've come to terms with the fact that if that is true I will die. But I'll fight to survive so I can find anyone that is left, from the other villages or not, to tell them to go to my old village if they seek protection to not to give up, to keep looking, and to steer clear of my village.
Sky packed her things away and decided it was time to scavenge for food, saving what she already had in her bag in case of emergency. Going to a grocery store would be ludicrous to do by herself, houses would surely be emptied out if not trapping a zombie or two with in it's walls and she didn't feel much like going through the hassle over some canned vegetables, a convenience store seemed to be a pretty good option. So off she went, hiding as best she could from what she feared might be watching her every move.
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Posted: Wed Jun 24, 2009 7:48 pm
Castryn Kavitai Castryn sighed and looked up at the bleak sky; it never seamed to change anymore. She rose her hand unconsiously to her throught and grasped the hummingbird neaklace that rested there; it had been a gift from her boyfriend who was killed two months ago by a group of four raiding zombies that attacked the village they lived in and kill him with two other people. She brushed away the tears blurred her eyes at the painful memory; there was no use crying over the past when she had a rough day ahead of her.
She had eaten the last of her 'everyday' food yesterday and would have to scavenge for food to leave her emergency supplier for a later day. She looked around at the bulidings near-by, trying to decided the best place to go. Well, the houses around looked run-down and deserted, maybe there were some zombies in them, but definetly no food worth the trouble, if there was food at all. The large building that was probally once a shoping center would be idioctic for her to try, for she knew very well there would be tons of zombies waiting to ambush her there and the gas station would be the same way.
There was a convinient store near-by the looked promissing and as she started out that way, she saw something move near-by. Her hand flew instinctivly to her katana on her waist, but as she was about to draw it, she noticed that the 'creature' didn't shamble around like a zombie...in fact, it was very human, femin at that. Could it be possible? May she have found another survivor?
"Hey you!" she called out, loud enough for the person to hear her, but soft enough so that any zombies near-by wouldn't hear her. "Are you another survivor?" she asked hopefuly.
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