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 Posted: Sat Jul 14, 2007 9:50 am
dude...you shouldnt have said anything in the first place...
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Posted: Sat Jul 14, 2007 9:52 am
Just ignore him, he's just mad cause his ego was hurt.
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Posted: Sat Jul 14, 2007 9:57 am
well anyway...
He jumped down from the ladder into the mall, leaving the bodies behind. "Now..." he said, he cleaned the blood off his shotgun and found it was now broken "Damn..." he said. He entered the food court and found a cleaver.
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Posted: Sat Jul 14, 2007 10:20 am
After a long pause, both girls leaned over the dashboard to get a better look out of the front window.
"I told you to keep your eyes on the road," Italy whispered neverously
"Relax, I wasn't going very fast, I'm sure the guy is alive," Rome replied as she unbuckled her seat belt. "I'm going to check on him,"
Before Rome could open the door, the person that they hit stood up. He looked perfectly normal and unharmed, but then again, he was dressed up in a high school, football player's uniform.
"See, I told you he would be alive, and look, he's even walking," She said to her other in the passenger's seat. Rome unrolled her window and leaned out to speak with him.
"Jeez, Rome, you really done it now," Italy muttered
"Italy, calm down," Rome snapped "Hey, you alright?!" She called to the guy. The football player stopped for several minutes, as if he was searching for her, before walking off.
"How weird," She muttered before rolling her window up and continued her drive.
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Posted: Sat Jul 14, 2007 11:37 am
Gaia name: kobold505 Name: Maxim Kobold Age: 17 Bio: Kobold worked in the anime store, he loves zombie movie and the occult. He is kinda of random, going from happy to serious in nothing flat. His dad was very paraniod and taught him how to fasion makeshift weapons from sporting goods and other things, to use firearms, and a bit of Jujitsu. Weapons: makeshift spears, blades, and guns Occupation: Works in the anime store Appearance:  (the ears and tail are part of his uniform.)
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Posted: Sat Jul 14, 2007 11:49 am
Kobold ran through the mall talking to himself. "If 'Dawn of the Dead' taught me anything it's that I need a shotgun." He kept running, dogding zombies. "Musta been a radioactive spill at the graveyard. Or an evil weaponized diseaese." he head to the hunting goods store, "That chick in the Hunting Store should be able to help."
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Posted: Sun Jul 15, 2007 7:44 pm
He found some inline skates, which he was now riding, slashing everything in his path as he went. He saw some guy going for gunshop, the one he knew as "The gunshop with the hot chick in it" which he got from a friend. He rolled over to him, slashing at him. He barly missed, cutting his pants.
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2007 2:57 am
shaysh Dude...for one, this is A ROLEPLAYING FOURM!!! SO I ROLEPLAY!!!! and i dont care if anyone can go buy the zombie survivor guide...this is my world...so i dont give a s**t!
{{I think he means the real book called "The Zombie Survival guide" it's a pretty good read and it's written like a to to form survival handbook. It also dispels alot of ideas on how to kill an undead and so forth. Oh yeah and here's my profile incase the PM didn't work, I'm just going to come in now.}}
Zahth Survivor charecter sheet: Gaia name: Zahth Name: Donovan McHaels Age: 23 Bio: McHaels is a Canadain boy who made it big in the kick-boxing circuit. He spent his youth moving through out the states and Canada; his family staying in no one place for more then a couple years. He finally settled in Alberta, his home province, and took up martial arts at the age of 14. He was a nature talent and devoted the next several years of his life to training his body and mind. At the age of nineteen he finally entered an offical Kick-boxing tournament he became a legend; winning in the final round with a single kick to the head. The next three years of his life he spent on the road again, training and winning. After his third year title championship people began to speculate that he was on preformance inhansement drugs. There was a long investigation with conflicting stories, until finally he the evidence proved him to be innocent. However the damage was already done and his career was ruined; he was forced to retire. On his way back north and to his home he passed through the small town of Wappingsville. He is now regretting that decision every minute of his life; as long as he can keep it. Weapons: A pair of steel handle claw hammer. Occupation: former professional kick-boxer Appearance: Donovanother infromation: oddly enough one of his biggest fears is zombies.
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2007 3:16 am
You go back on your own rules. You said to make sure that others go back and fix thier spelling errors, yet I see many in your posts.
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2007 3:16 am
his car swerved around another wreck in the street, he thumbed into another body on the road. Donovan slammed hard on his brakes and turned the wheel sharp, bring his car into a screeching turning. He halted looking down the end of the street to the bridge, across the way he saw men; men with guns. Shooting at anything that tried to cross the bridge out of town, the young man had a feeling that would be the case for all the roads.
He had a feeling he knew what was happening, he thought it wasn't real at first when one of the things had jumped him at the gas-station. He'd managed to run out with a pair of hammers he'd swiped from a toolbox behind the counter, they had come in handy escaping his foe. The station had exploded shortly after he left, more then likely from one of those things making a spark near the tanks. he shook his head to clear the panic, he knew that these things were undead, ********, why zombies?" He swore as he came around another sharp corner, side-swiping a car heading the other way; it's ocuppants a pair of young women.
"I hate myself." He cursed quietly as he pulled his car around fast and leaped out of it running to woman's damaged vechile; he couldn't just leave them.
He reached the car and looked about, there were a few ghouls far off shambling towards them; they had a precious few minutes before the creatures arrived. Donovan tapped roughly on there window, his face calm, not wanting to panic them. His right hand gripped the hand of one of the hammers he had slung in his belt, ready incase one of the damned undead was hiding nearby.
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2007 4:12 am
Gaia name: D3mon1cGuard1an Name: Douglas "Doug" Brusner Age: 19 Bio: Doug was once a straight A student till his girlfriend dumped him for his best friend, after that he just didn't care anymore about school. His parents had died when he was two of a mysterious accident. The only family he has is his dog Oscar. He moved to Wappingsville when he was 17 to have a new start, just wasn't quit the new start he was looking for. Weapons: He uses pretty much anything he sees. Occupation: Stockboy for Gamestop. Appearance: 
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2007 4:20 am
Doug was walking out of the storage room when his boss attacked him and tried to eat him. "What the hell!" he yelled as he grabbed a broom and hit him over the head thus snapping the broom in two. "F**K THIS!" he grabbed the broken end and stabbed it through it's eye. Panting he stood up thinking quickly about what just happened. Looking into the corridor he noticed some people were acting strangely then he saw the boy who worked at the anime store running towards the gunshop and saw another man on incline skates attack him. "Has the world gone to hell?" Doug wondered as he went back into the storage room to look for a weapon.
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2007 1:04 pm
Survivor charecter sheet: Gaia name: Name: Christoph Lacheart Age: 15 Bio: Christoph lived with his parents until his father died, Christoph couldn't take it and ran away. He didn't even leave the city but, he knew his way around it. So, after awhile the cops stoped looking for him and presumed him dead. He now works in the same mall that Doug works at only he works at the movie theatre. Weapons: A baseball bat (for now) Occupation: Movie ticketer Appearance: 
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2007 1:16 pm
Christoph was waiting in the ticket both when he heard a scream from inside the theatre. "haha.. must be a good movie." said Christoph as he looked around. "No one is coming might as well go see it." Christoph said as he grabed some pop. When he got in he was shocked to see blood splater on the screen. Suddenly a zombies jumped at him from his side. "WHOA!" Christoph as he dodged the zombie. He bolted to the cash regester and grabed a baseball bat. "Mark always left his bat under the candy shelf." said Christoph as a zombie grabed for him. "Hey mark! Can I borrow this?!" screamed Christoph as he bashed his head until the brains seeped out. "I never really liked you anyway." said Christoph as he ran out of the theatre, he ran down luckly there weren't any zombies on this side of the mall. "If I know my zombie movies, no zombies means so else is getting to be dinner! I gotta get to them!"
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Posted: Wed Jul 18, 2007 4:41 pm
Coming out of the storage with a broom on his back and two crowbars, Doug left the store to see if he could find anyone else trouble. As soon as he walked out two zombies came at him from both sides. Running forawrd a bit he slammed the ends of the croawbars into the zombies heads and pulled them together thus bashing their heads against eachother and pushing the ends of the crowbars into their brains. "Damn I need to find help and soon."
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