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 Posted: Sun Aug 30, 2009 10:41 pm
Alright people, I've finally came up with it! Yes, I mean it! I did! Now I'm going to post it up. And if I don't get people in this, I shall murder you all. Well I won't but I'll do something!
This is now complete. All I need is players. I'm working on my profile and I have a friend working on hers. Now here are some things to know, in this I will be the zombies. As well as my character, but I'll show seperation. At one point or another I will get two people, maybe more depending, to take over as the zombies. I can't have one because it wouldn't be enough. But until I get those two I will be them.
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Posted: Sun Aug 30, 2009 10:44 pm
The United States. A mega power, a first world country. Everyone wanted to go there and live the American dream. Everyone wanted a chance at what the country could offer. At least, almost everyone. No one knows who did it, or why, well you can guess why. But who ever did it, whatever the reason, they did it. No one’s know how on earth someone could’ve made such a thing, some said it was mutated. Others that God had finally decided to bring down his judgment on them. But on July 4th 2009 something terrible happened. Something so unnatural, so disturbing…The dead rose. Mind you, it wasn’t everyone, just those who had died that day. During firework shows screams rang all around, and an ungodly moan followed them. Blood watered the grass and streets steadily grew with shuffling bodies.
All over the country, the same thing happened, almost as it were timed. Families out on picnics enjoying the show never heard them coming, fireworks drowned it all out. Those who had gone to bed never heard as the world slipped into chaos. It wasn’t until they heard a window break that they woke to find that the world had gone to hell and back again. Some went to investigate and fell right away, others fought and were bitten but survived, only to turn at a later time. Some couldn’t take it, and made peace with themselves before ending it all. Some survived.
Countries all over the world stopped transportation between themselves and the U.S. Roads were blocked and within days everyone abandoned them. No one was willing to go in…
Except those who had something to go back to. Or crazy.
This focuses on those who survived the first few days and are now coming out from hiding for one reason or another, those who where safe and have gone back in hopes of finding their loved ones alive and well, and those just crazy enough looking for the thrill. And the countless others as well. So step into the madness, and keep your eyes wide and weapons at a ready, because the dead have risen, and they will find you. Intro
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Posted: Sun Aug 30, 2009 10:45 pm
The Rules. Follow them or I swear I will shove you into a horde of incoming undead.
1) Follow all Gaia rules. That should go unsaid but some people are a bit dim.
2) You are not god. Hence you have no powers or anything like that. Point, no godmodding. Period. End of discussion.
3) Love is cool. (Will you really sacrifice yourself for your love?) But keep it PG 13. If I see clothing coming off and more and more skin showing we will have problems.
4) Please, show me you can write. Literacy is your best friend, and punctuation is your lover. Don’t type in text, because if you can’t handle normal writing then you’ll probably have trouble with the next rule.
5) Do not post less than three sentences. It can’t be that hard. But no more than two paragraphs of 3-7 sentences.
6) You do one line and you will wish the Zombies took you.
7) I know we humans get writers block. But we humans don’t get it everyday, so suck it up and write something.
8. Have something to say but doesn’t involve the RP? Bracket it! [Dude!] (Yea?)
9) Yes, Zombies will end up killing you or a fellow traveler. Or maybe you turn on each other. Point being, I must know. And obviously the person dying must know.
10) Do not troll around. I don’t like them. And do not spam.
11) Have a great plot twist? Cool! Go for it. But you know what’d be super? If it were probable. And very much possible.
12) To know you’re read this far put a ninja smilie on ya profile that you send me.
13) Have fun! This isn’t exactly Z-Day so relax and have fun and be glad the real world isn’t like this!
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Posted: Sun Aug 30, 2009 10:46 pm
This is it. Make sure you PM it to me and do not post it on here. Fill in the (color1) (color2) with whatever color you want. Just don't forget to erase the (). Make it your own. I'll give ya an example right now.
Also, quick notice, if you're interested in being the undead just PM why you would be a good undead and if you are on regularly. -.- We can't have a roleplay about zombies without zombies now can we?
My name is (name) but you may call me (nicknames) .
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This is me before the outbreak...
(Real Picture.)
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If it were normal times I’d tell you my birthday is on (bday)
and that I would turn (age you’ll be)
which makes me now (age) .
I am 100% (sex).
And I just happen to like (boys, girls, both?)
My story is…
(Your life before the outbreak. And then what happened when it started.)
I tend to be a little…
(What’s your personality.)
My weapon of choice is. (What you use.)
What I can do…
(any special skills?)
What I cherish most… (5 things min.)
What I fear the most... (5 things min.)
Here it is with some color!
My name is (name) but you may call me (nicknames) .
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This is me before the outbreak...
(Real Picture.)
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If it were normal times I’d tell you my birthday is on (bday)
and that I would turn (age you’ll be)
which makes me now (age) .
I am 100% (sex).
And I just happen to like (boys, girls, both?)
My story is…
(Your life before the outbreak. And then what happened when it started.)
I tend to be a little…
(What’s your personality.)
My weapon of choice is. (What you use.)
What I can do…
(any special skills?)
What I cherish most… (5 things min.)
What I fear the most... (5 things min.)
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Posted: Sun Aug 30, 2009 10:47 pm
My name is Olivia Taylor but you may call me ‘Liv, V, or Tay. Or whatever else you come up with. ~*~*~*~*~*~ This is me before the outbreak...
~*~*~*~*~*~ If it were normal times I’d tell you my birthday is on October 25
and that I would turn 23
which makes me now 22 . I am 100% female and I just happen to like boys and girls. My story is… My story is fairly normal. I grew up in a happy household, with a stable family. But then when I turned 16 my father was killed while away on a business trip. He had gone missing while in the countryside, his car was found pulled over and parked. There were signs of someone having been injured, though whether he injured them was never discovered. His body was found a few miles away from his car, decomposing with broken bones and signs of being eaten…By humans. The official report says something chased him up into a tree but eventually fell off, which is how he acquired the broken bones. And then something ate him away, at least part of him. I researched the possibilities and came across a website for the undead. I didn’t believe at first. But I kept going back. I slowly began to believe. I prepared without even realizing it at first. It wasn't until family and friends slowly began to point it out. I took lessons and learned how to fire a gun and how to defend myself and escape strong holds. I can hit a head shot if the figure isn’t moving perfect. I’ve started on moving objects but its harder. A lot harder. I made my body as close as to a machine as possible. I prepared, fueled by fire of anger. Anger at the undead, anger at my mother for not believing me, anger at the government for all the cover ups…
I went to school after a year of break, keeping my passion for the undead a secret. I majored in Dance, which helped keep me flexible and in shape. Love was never a big thing in my life; I never met anyone I liked. I tried though, but each time it was a bust. Now I’m just trying to survive, and I know things can never the way they were before. I wish the y could though.
I tend to be a little… I’m normal I guess I’m usually always happy. I can be quiet and I’m not so thrilled about big crowds, especially in these circumstances. I can be a loner at times, but right now it’s not such a hot idea. But if I like you I may start to show a different side of me, which can get annoying. But I doubt that’ll be the case now. I try to hold it all in but I am an emotional person. It doesn’t help if I lack sleep; I get just a tad bit cranky. A word of advice? Don’t get me angry, because when I snap, I snap. I yell and scream and cry. It’s all very bad. Don’t do it ok? My weapon of choice is. I’ll use anything I can get my hands on but I also own a handgun. What I can do… I’m fairly good when it comes to planning and keeping supplies. If we need to get somewhere, give the map and I’ll come up with a plan. Also I know basic first aid and CPR. And I can give advice if you need it. I'm a good shoulder to cry on. What I cherish most…
-My life.
-My family.
-My music, I’d die without it.
-My life.
-Sleep.
-Food.
-Children.
-Safety.
-Did I mention my life? What I fear the most...
–Death.
–Being eaten alive.
–Being bitten and knowing I would turn into those things.
–Dogs. They’re almost as bad as the undead.
–Veggies. They’re gross.
-Fish, they make me sick.
–The dark, no, just no.
-Not being able to survive...to be strong enough.The Handler: TsukiNamida09~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ My name is Lauren Zinda but I go by Zinda . ~*~*~*~*~*~ This is me before the outbreak...
~*~*~*~*~*~ If it were normal times I’d tell you my birthday is on May 21st
and that I would turn 18
which makes me now 17. I am 100% girl.
And I just happen to like boys&girls;D My story is… I was just a normal high school student. I made straight A’s, and enjoyed spending time with my friends, smoking and drinking on the weekends. I worked at a pet shop, and lived with my family. Then, everything was different. Everyone picked up and left. My family did the same. It didn’t stop them from getting to us though. Now, I’m on the run. I tend to be a little… Shy. Skeptical. I’m modest for the most part. But I will tell you when I think you’re wrong. I’m open to criticism. I like to draw. That’s basically it. My weapon of choice is. Anything I can get my hands on. I only carry around a leatherman knife that I used to open big boxes at work. What I can do… I can run pretty damn fast. I can also do proportions and algebraic equations in my head, but it’s not that hard anyways. What I cherish most…
My documents of events.
My life.
Getting my Revenge.
Putting an End to this.
Finding a refuge.
What I fear the most...
Becoming one of them.
Being forced to watch my loved ones die.
Doing something that I will regret.
Not being able to fight back.
Turning away to save myself.Handler: Accido_Beauty~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ My name is Starshina Roman Nikolai Omikias but you may call me Sergeant, Omikias, or Sir. ~*~*~*~*~*~ This is me before the outbreak...
I stand at 2 meters tall, weighing in at just over 95kg. I enjoy my bead, so don't comment I look like Rasputen. While walking the streets, I'm normally in a tunic-shirt and American jeans, but since the outbreak, I've been in combat gear; a tactical vest, black BDUs, and no patches. I offically do not exist. ~*~*~*~*~*~ If it were normal times I’d tell you my birthday is on January 7th
and that I would turn 37
which makes me now 36. I am 100% Male.
And I just happen to like the ladies. Do you have a problem with that? My story is… I am... was, a member of a Russian black-ops team sent to America to steal weapons, intelligence, launder money, anything to help the Federation. Initially, we were classifiable as non-combatants in this mission; most of us were sent specifically for jobs involving computers and counter-intelligence. My squad and self were the extraction and clean-up team should any agent be comprimised. When the outbreak of this... What we can only assume to be a bio-weapon, began... There was no point in attempting extraction. Half our team died in the first wave, while others sent their blue-flag signals; they wanted us to abandon them... Of my squad of seven, we believe there to be only four of us left and even that is a rough estimate. Events such as our headquarters being comprimised forced our seperation. I can only hope... No... Pray, I can see the Motherland again...I tend to be a little… Stiff. My job has always come before myself. My entire family since before the Union has been in service to Russia. I may not be the most social man you'll meet, but if anyone will keep you alive in a firefight, you're looking at him. I've seen wars come and go, despite only a rare few making it to the news. I'm used to being the black knight, the anti-hero. You either live by the sword, or die from it.My weapons of choice are... My rifle is the Hk417, a 7.62mm assault rifle with a 20" barrel made by the German arms company Heckler and Koch. I customized it with a 2-16x power scope, a NightVision scope filter, a spring-loaded bipod, and a 4" silencer. I also named her Natasha.
For more information on the HK417, please visit World.Guns.RU's information page.
Next is my Neostead pump-action shotgun, made by the South African company Truvelo Armory. A unique shotgun in several properties, most noteably its dual-tube magazine. At will, I can switch between two different types of shotgun shells for any situation, or just load 12 shells of the same type. I keep her loaded with M18A Sabot flechette shells for anti-personnel use and FRAG-12 explosive rounds for door-breaching and light-armor combat. Both are highly effective. As the Spetsnaz say, "Be ready to face the Devil himself; always be ready for war." She is named Anya.
For more information on the Neostead shotgun, please visit World.Guns.RU's information page.
 
The last firearm, I always carry my trustworthy Makarov PMM. She's the only piece of Russia I carry with me. 9mm pistol, no modifications to the weapon. However, I carry her in an EFA-2 tactical belt holster. Why draw, c**k, and turn the safty off in a slow motion when I can press the weapon down through the holster and have it ready in one quick motion? I call this one Eva.
For more information on the Makarov PMM, along with other Makarov model pistols, please visit World.Guns.RU's information page.
These little bastards... Oh I could tell you horror stories about these. PEARL Grenades, developed by the Swiss company RUAG Ammotec Thun. Looks like something you'd expect the Irish to be terrorizing with, but these things are deadly, especially now that the Brittish SAS have them. Devestating anti-personnel hand grenades, even able to penetrate bullet-proof jackets, and light as a baseball to boot. Prefragmented "pearls" can destroy a blast-zone in a predictable, effective, and highly lethal range. I carry a set of them with 8mm pearls and a higher detonation core for when I must use them...
The final weapon I carry is a despiration item. This knife was a customized weapon I... aquired in Berlin before taking this assignment. It's a unique knife in that it also has the ability to inject pure CO2 directly into the stabbed target, creating an ice-ball out of their entrails via flash-freezing their body fluids. Blood, spit, tears, all on ice. I've never had to use it on someone, but if these reports are right, I'll be glad I'm carrying it if I must use it.
What I can do… I may not be a rocket scientist, but when it comes to combat, survival, or cooking a chunk of meat over a fire, I can do it. I also know how to recycle spent cartridges and modify many weapons. I am no expert at them all, but I can find the general idea with many. I am also physically fit and can open many doors with a well-placed shot or kick. What I cherish most… My Flag,
My Weapons,
My Team, or whom is left at least...
A good bottle of vodka or cognac,
A well placed bullet. What I fear the most... Facing St. Peter at the Gates,
Being dishonored by my country,
Finding out I am the last man left... again...
Having to execute women and children... never again...
Running... I hate running! Handler: Sidal~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ My name is Mike.~*~*~*~*~*~ This is me before the outbreak...http://www.entertainmentwallpaper.com/images/photo/sully_erna.jpg~*~*~*~*~*~ If it were normal times I’d tell you my birthday is on 8/26and that I would turn 23
which makes me now 22 .I am 100% male.And I just happen to like girls.My story is…I had lived very hard and had little friends growing up, as i was perceived as a loner. After finishing high school, i worked at a hospital for 5 years, and one day, i saw many people walking to the hospital that seemed in pain. I walked to them and saw they just seemed wrong... and i realized they were zombies! I ran home and grabbed the weapons from my hidden cache of weapons.I tend to be a little…Self-reserved, but friendly.My weapon of choice is... Dual desert eagles and a combat knife.
What I can do…I can fire my weapons very accurately, especially at close range. Has trained in martial arts and is good with a knife. I can also patch people up fairly well, even without medicines.What I cherish most… 1.My life
2.My friends
3.Music
4.Safety
5.My weaponsWhat I fear most... 1. Being forgotten
2. Death
3. An inability to protect my allies
4. Losing my compassion for people
5. The loss of power over my own life.Handler: Uless~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ My name is Trenton Chambers but you may call me Toki. ~*~*~*~*~*~ This is me before the outbreak...
 ~*~*~*~*~*~ If it were normal times I’d tell you my birthday is on September 17th, and that I would turn 23, which makes me now 22. I am 100% male.
And I just happen to like a girl...But she's not around anymore... My story is… "I used to work at a local machine shop. We fixed everything from motorcycles to busses there. Things seemed like they were doing just fine, I even planned on asking my girl to marry me that weekend." Toki pauses and looks at the ground. "But, we all know what happened. When they came I was probably one of the last guys to know. It was midday and two of the guys were running late so I figured I'd be closing up shop, you know, abnormally normal stuff." Toki shrugs, "When Mikey walked in covered in blood my first reaction was to grab the medical kit. But he told me to stop and to help him get one of the working cars started. We did, but it was weird that he had asked me to do that, since the cars all belonged to customers, but I trusted him. After that he left without another word, taking the car with him." Toki stops again and puts the unlit cigarrete down. "I would've hoped he made it out, but on my way home I drove past his house, there was so much blood. Just from the glance that I took I knew something was wrong so I stopped. He didn't live too far from me but I would've stopped anyway, he's a friend, after that afternoon there was no way I wouldn't check on him. When I walked through his front door I say Mikey's wife, Isabelle, and their kid, both lying on the floor in the middle of all the blood." Toki stops again and lays his head on the table. "They were both dead, and I knew that Mikey had to have been there because his gun had been taken off the wall." Toki sobs a bit. "I continued home, I wanted to get to Michelle so badly, but on the way I drove past the car Mikey and I had hotwired. I stopped again and saw Mikey was in the front seat, he..." Toki stops again and wipe the tears from his eyes. "I don't want to talk about it anymore. We've all lost people. It's time we get back to surviving." Toki stands and leaves the small room, grabbing his rifle and taking it with him. I tend to be a little… "Sarcastic, but nowadays I try to keep quiet. Not a lot I can laugh about with everything that's going on." Toki smiles weakly, "But I can still celebrate those small victories when our group finds something that'll make our lives easier." My weapon of choice is.
Melee- Crowbar with a tightly wrapped grip near the hook, and shapened teeth on both ends.
Primary- Kel-Tec SUB-2000
Secondary-M1903 Springfield What I can do… -Mechanic, mostly on cars but motorcycles and trucks can be done as well
-Quick and fairly accurate shot
-Some electrical skills, mostly with cars
-Minimal medical training, mostly First-Aid and burn treatment
What I cherish most…
-His picture of Michelle
-Cigarrettes
-Peace and quiet
-The springfield his grandpa taught him to shoot with
-30.06 bullets... What I fear the most...
-Sleeping
-Hearing people he can't help
-Engine failure
-Being deafened
-Being blinded Handler: Skull_Infestation~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ My name is Raelyn Lillian Carloine but you may call me Rae or Lilly. ~*~*~*~*~*~ This is me before the outbreak...
 ~*~*~*~*~*~ If it were normal times I’d tell you my birthday is on February 11
and that I would turn 22
which makes me now 21 . I am 100% female .
And I just happen to like boys or girls…My story is… Rae is an only child because after her parents had her they couldn’t bare anymore children. So they were very protective over her but also wanted to give her the best. She didn’t mind this since they just wanted her happy. They applied her in many extra curricular school activities. “Too many to count.” She likes to say. They wanted her to get into a great school, and only the best was allowed for their baby girl.
When she was 12 they went on a camping trip, one of the many family activities they did together. While they were camping an incident happened, she was off on her own enjoying the sights when she was attacked by a bear. It all happened very fast, one moment she was fine the next she has this giant creature towering over her. Its all blurry for her from there, all she remembers is waking up in the hospital in pain with her family there. She has a mean old scar on her back. Ever since she never went camping again and has a fear of bears, and anything that resembles a bear in shape, along with the forest-y areas.
After that her father drastically changed, but instead of changinging for the good he changed for the bad. He actually became stricter and was harder; he enrolled her in more classes. This continued until she was 16. After going to the hospital numerous times due to fatigue from all this work and nearly passing out in school, her father finally realized he was being too rash and hard. He apologized for how he acted and even approved of her doing what she really wanted to do instead of becoming a doctor. She forgave him happy to have her own life. She has been living her life as she wanted and lives in her own apartment working as a chef in a restaurant.
I tend to be a little… Raelyn is an easy going girl. She takes her work very seriously but loves to have fun when she is not working. She acts very childish and ditzy but is very mature and smart. My weapon of choice is. Cooking knives What I can do… She can cook and knows first aid. She is very smart. She knows how to run pretty fast. What I cherish most… ~Chocolate ~Her family ~Friends ~Cooking ~MusicWhat I fear the most... ~Stupid people ~Bossy people ~Fish ~Camping ~Bears Handler: Knile~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ My name is Shiloe Faye but you may call me Shiloe or Shiggs ~*~*~*~*~*~ This is me before the outbreak...
http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs241.snc1/8829_148762994051_578779051_3607130_7428699_n.jpg~*~*~*~*~*~ If it were normal times I’d tell you my birthday is on January 4
and that I would turn 18
which makes me now 17.
I am 100% male
And I just happen to like girls
My story is…
Shiloe was never to happy while growing up. His parents were both in business so he moved around a lot making it hard for him to have friends. He often found solace in going for long runs, target shooting and cleaning his guns. When he turned sixteen however he decided to move in with his grandparents and uncle, who lived in northern Colorado, and found comfort in hunting with his grandfather and uncle. He very productive with a rifle, pistol and using his knife for defense purposes. One day his uncle and grandfather went out hunting without him. Later on in the day only his uncle returned, covered in blood, with bite marks covering his skin. His uncle's story had been that a crazy man had attacked them and killed his grandfather before turning on him and biting him. He had finished his story with "I was luck to escape with my life" and " I don't feel so well I'm gonna go lie down". Shiloe was awakened later that night by his grandmother scream. He grabbed his rifle and went to investigate, what he saw that night made him almost want to shoot himself. His uncle was hunched over his dead grandmother with bits of flesh hanging from his mouth. When he turned Shiloe blew his skull apart, without question, without remorse. Before leaving the house that night he dressed in his hunting gear, checked his guns and loaded up his backpack with ammo, water and food. He took one of the horses from the stable before letting the rest out and setting off on horseback himself, and never looking back. I tend to be a little…Shiloe is very distant and quiet around others because he never really made any friends growing up. He is uncomfortable with most bodily contact (hugs, cuddling) especially from other men.
My weapon of choice is.
M1A rifle
http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/9/93/SA_M1A_NM.jpg
Px4 Storm
http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/b/b6/PX4Storm.jpg What I can do…Basic first aid (cleaning wounds, bandaging etc)
advanced weapon care (cleaning, oiling maintaining)
Improvisation
horse back riding
What I cherish most…
Life
Solitude
Ammo
Day time
Hunting
What I fear the most...
Dying
Becoming one of them
running out of ammo
being eaten alive
Night-time
Handler: Shiggalowe~~~~~~~~~~~~ My name is Lucas Alexander Takahashi but you may call me Luke. ~*~*~*~*~*~ This is me before the outbreak...Lucas Alexander Takahashi ~*~*~*~*~*~ If it were normal times I’d tell you my birthday is on April 29
and that I would turn 17
which makes me now 16 . I am 100% male.
And I just happen to like girls.My story is… Not worth mentioning, surely nothing the Himmit would value, sorry about that obscure reference I'm sure no one will understand. I lived an average life, my father was Japanese, my mother was German. I did very well academically, think B+ to A+, and I'm a shidan, or 2nd Degree Black Belt at Karate.
At my mother's urging, I applied for and attended a Jesuit high school with a full scholarship. There, I did a variety of clubs and was no doubt going to be accepted into the National Honors Society, taking all AP courses.
On that July Fourth, I wasn't at the beach and having a picnic or at the beach like everything else, no. My friends and I were got quickly bored of just staying at the beach, except for that one firework that was accidentally shot into the crowd, and went off to wander the city until we encountered it.
At first, we just assumed someone got down-right stinking drunk, the way he, looked male, was stumbling and moaning. One of my friends tried to help him but instead got his throat torn out.
That's generosity for you.
I'm not quite sure what we were thinking, but we ran, ran, ran. First we went to my house since it was closer. We called 911 and told him that there were a group of drunk mobsters, as if ANYONE would believe that my friend got his throat torn out.
Nervously, another friend, George I think, suggested that there were zombies attacking. I think we were all too shocked to contest it, and happily went about collecting zombie survival equipment, we had ALL read the book by now. The first thing we gathered was my father's prized sword collection. George took the 39 inch katana, Jack took the 33 inch katana, and Jake got the 22 inch wakizashi. Mike got my father's naginata, you can tell my dad's into sharp pointy objects can't you?, and I managed to break into my father's room and got the .45 Mark (MK) 23, around eight clips of 12 bullets each, and the sword-cane. After this, we raided my house for bread, water, oreos, and other junk food that had a relatively long shelf life.
We decided to base at George's house, after all, he had a zip line to his tree fort in the back yard. Piling a fridge empty of all food, yet filled with the randomest crap you'll ever find, on each door. We scavenged the chairs to board the windows and went about the meticulous job of destroying the stairs.
I don't think it was until the next morning that we realized how retarded this seemed, it could easily be just one crazy, deluded person. See? Hear that raspy moaning? Must be George's mom with her mob of people trying to break into the- what?!
Ahhh! So we're NOT crazy... just paranoid in the good way.
Bless Jack, you have no idea how much I wanted to hug him or kiss him right then. He made Molotov Cocktails. Bless him.
There goes one... there goes two.... Oh crap.... the scene was now very reminiscient of hell, flaming hordes of people trying to get into your house while the house itself catches on fire.
Oh for ******** sake!
Ahh, but of course, the zip line was a main reason we choose it. George went across first, he was most experienced with this. I crowded the zip line, I was afraid. I got across for that eternal, never ending thirty seconds, by then I was sweating, and not just from those hellish flames. Jack comes across next, then Jake- nevermind, oooooh.... into the flaming hordes.... Ouch.
What bothered me the most was all I could think of was "better you than me, bro."
What seemed like hours later, those things finally turned to ash. So had most of the neighborhood.
Nervously, we finally climbed down the tree house and started walking towards the highway. The silence was unnatural, only pierced by an even more unnatural scream. We ignored it and kept walking.
Do not ask me to recount everything at once, please, I beg of you. Maybe some other time, yes some other time. Are we in acquiescence? I tend to be a little… Quirky at times, and I manage to keep a humorous front at all times. I may appear bi-polar, I might be and I might not be. I also like listening to music. Probably the main reason my iTouch has long since ran out of battery. In times of need, I am described as pragmatic and calculating, for better or for worse. I am also cynical, the rest of my personality you'll have to define for yourself. My weapon of choice is.
I carry around the Mark 23 with me at all times, so far I've expended six clips and managed to recover fifteen more when we raided a gun shop. I've managed to find a silencer for it. I also have my father's sword-cane on me, still, though now it is unsheathed always, the sheath remains in my backpack, I don't know why I carry it around still. What I can do… I can drive now, what good that does for me, eh? I'm said to have leadership skills during a crisis, but there's so many people who'd be better than me. I excel at sharpshooting though, I'll give myself that, and calculating wind, velocity, and range without thinking about it, just reacting. What I cherish most…
1. Looking out for Number One, me, myself, and I. How can I help others if I can't help myself?
2. Company, misery's best friend and helps increase chances of survival for everyone.
3. A good book, yes I DID raid Barnes and Nobles just to get the newest book written by John Ringo.
4. Swiss Army Knife, it has so many uses I never knew I would ever need them for.
5. My sword-cane, I can't bring myself to part with it, even the cane part. I always find excuses, however legitimate they may be. What I fear the most...
1. Zombies!
2. Spiders and insects, I hope I never get desperate enough to eat one.
3. Fire.
4. Loud noises, like, for example, fireworks.
5. Gore, yes, I am rather squeamish. Think what you will but you think you've seen it all until you see a zombie, it's intestines hanging out of a large gaping hole in it's belly, heading towards you with half it's face ripped off and an arm hanging on by a small piece of muscle.Handler: Tervola~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ My name is bastian but you may call me tank or bash . ~*~*~*~*~*~ This is me before the outbreak...
 ~*~*~*~*~*~ If it were normal times I’d tell you my birthday is on 11/10/1990
and that I would turn 19
which makes me now 18 . I am 100% male.
And I just happen to like both sex's My story is… i live with a friend im a cook at a nice place it is what i wanted to be when i grow up i dont have any family due to i was casted out as the black sheep havent seen any of them since i read and study human nature as my hobby when the out break happened i was at home drinking a lil bit then i a stranger came in to my home and attacked my closet friend we were able to fend hit off with knives but my friend had a bite wound on his arm so he begged me to kill him i did with one shot to the forehead i hate myself for it but i know if i was bitten he would do the same so i took my pack filled it with what we had for weapons and food and baracaded myself in the house deciding on a plan....I tend to be a... little cold hearted (due to the pain i grew to know) i listen to head phones alot of the time im cocky most the time and when i talk i try and say whats important even if no one wants to hear it weapon of choice . i use a crow bar and a nine millimeter berreta What I can do… im a survivalist and a tank due to the fact im six foot four and well built What I cherish most…
1.my vodka
2.anyone i hold dear
3.past memorys
4.my capabilty to think on the spot
5.ensuring safety of others What I fear the most...
1. being alone (even tho i am a loner most the time)
2. not amounting to enough
3. dark places
4. spiders
5. helplessnessHandler: bastianX555My name is David Reed ~*~*~*~*~*~ This is me before the outbreak...  ~*~*~*~*~*~ If it were normal times I’d tell you my birthday is on march 23rd
and that I would turn twenty
which makes me now nineteen . I am 100% male.
And I just happen to like ladies. My story is… My family was on the run, and I was the only one who made it out. Now I'm just running, trying to a safe zone. I was just a normal kid, and then my world got turned upside down. Everything happened so fast. Now the worlds gone to hell and come back again. The only thing that gives me hope is whenever I come across another survivor. But that doesn't happen often. I tend to be a little… Outgoing and positive. I'm nice, and I'd risk my neck for others. My weapon of choice is. Rifles/Shotguns. The longer the barrell, the better the shot. What I can do. I can run quickly, and I have stamina. I can shoot pretty well, and I can also fight hand-to-hand. What I cherish most… Survival, not turning into one of them, helping others along the way, putting an end to this madness, and getting to a safe zone. What I fear the most... Getting eaten, having to always run, no solution to the zombie issue, and not being able to save myself or others. Handler: Screaming_CainIntro
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Posted: Sun Aug 30, 2009 10:51 pm
The White List Um, me? X3
Knile for helping me with the profile thing, I'm so not creative. The Black List None yet, lets keep it that way. Intro
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Posted: Sun Aug 30, 2009 10:52 pm
There are only so many people we can have on here before it gets crowded. So...The Gals:
1. Olivia Taylor-TsukiNamida09
2. Raelyn Lillian Carloine-Knile
3. Lauren Zinda-Accido_Beauty
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The 'men':
1. Starshina Roman Nikolai Omikias-Sidal
2. Mike-Uless
3. Trenton Chambers-Skull_Infestation
4. Shiloe Faye-Shiggalowe
5. Lucas Alexander Takahashi-Tervola
6. Bastian-bastianX555
7. David Reed-Screaming_Cain
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Posted: Sun Aug 30, 2009 10:53 pm
Reserved for purposes unknown to all, even me. =o
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Posted: Fri Sep 11, 2009 1:11 am
OPEN AND STILL ACCEPTING! I still have space for one guy and three gals, and anyone that wants to be the undead. So until further notice I shall be them. XP
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Posted: Wed Sep 23, 2009 9:38 pm
Olivia was silent as she held onto a bat she had found not too long ago. She knew it was foolish to venture out, but it had been days since everything had gone to hell and back, and she was running out of supplies. She couldn't take it anymore so she had gathered her things and had chosen an opportune time to make her move. She knew better than to drive anywhere so she was stuck walking since she could not find a bike to save her life. Thank goodness she knew her way.
She stopped as she heard the moans and the shuffling within a home; and, she flinched as she remembered the family that used to live there. Her gripped tightened as she quietly made her way past it, knowing that if Lady Luck was being good, she would go unheard. She held her breath until she safely made it to the end before quickly hiding and releasing her breath, 'thank you Lady Luck, there will be no need to take your name in vain today.' She thought smiling to herself before continuing on her way.
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Posted: Wed Sep 23, 2009 9:48 pm
The undead shuffled about, unaware of each other for the most part. They bumped and moaned, searching, yet not searching, for living flesh. They wandered trying to get a hold of a living being to devour. They made their way through the town slowly yet at a steady pace. They weaved through buildings, sometimes finding a living human to prey upon and sometimes finding nothing. Or pass the hidden humans without realizing their presence. From far off they heard a moan and quickly began to follow, hoping it would lead to new prey.
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Posted: Thu Sep 24, 2009 6:09 am
Toki jumps over the dumpster swiftly and places his back against it. I can't deal with this many. Toki thinks as he peeks over the top to see the three zombies he had barely managed to avoid. Well, this isn't good. Toki backs up slowly, keeping his carbine pointed at the three unaware zombies in front of him. Toki makes it out of the alley way when he's grabbed from behind. "s**t!" He shouts as the zombie pulls itself on top of him, pinning him on the ground and knocking his carbine out of his hand.
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Posted: Thu Sep 24, 2009 10:01 pm
Olivia stopped as she heard someone shout out, she had been walking for a while now and was surprised someone was actually alive but she supposed she couldn't have been the only survivor. She walked as quickly as she could trying not to draw attention to herself. As she turned she realized there was a man struggling with one of them. She bit her lip as she carefully went to the struggling duo and quickly yanked it back and away from him. She shoved it as hard as she could raising her bat in defense, "Did it bite you?" She quickly gave him a once over for any visible wounds before turning her attention to the rotten corpse before her.
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Posted: Sat Sep 26, 2009 12:46 am
Toki jumps up and blows past the girl, smashing the zombies skull into the concrete with his crowbar, swinging over and over again. Panting, Toki looks back to the girl. "No, I'm fine. He just caught me off gaurd." Toki wipes the tears off his face. You seriously almost bought it man. Toki covers his face and kneels over. My god! I seriosuly almost bought it! Toki wipes his tears one last time and stands up. "You have any kind of a plan? I'm just running, and as you can see it's not working out." Toki picks up his carbine and looks back to the girl.
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Posted: Sat Sep 26, 2009 1:09 am
"Sounds fun." She shruged a bit, "I was going to raid some stores for any more supplies before heading off towards the mountains. I got an old cabin pretty far in so..." She bit her lip looking around, "Hopefully they won't be there or near there. If we can make it there, it's got a real good amount of supplies." 'Heh, preparing had been a good thing.' She crossed her arms a bit as she kept her eyes peeled for any sign of approaching dead. She'll admit, she was a bit worried about the trip, but she doubted it been long enough for humans to turn wild and on each other...She figured it was the humans you'd have to watch for as well.
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