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 Posted: Mon Dec 11, 2006 8:02 pm
(( Roleplay Seems to of Died. Noting to the fact Sparrow Depp isn't on much anymore.
Attempts to reactivate will come soon. Also other information will be added on certain other things for the Guild. ))
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Posted: Sat Feb 03, 2007 9:16 am
(well I'll try to get it restarted a bit
The door to the library opens to reveal not a zombie, but a bloodsplattered young man, heavily armed and eating from a package of poptarts. He looks nonchalantly down the barrel of the gun being pointed at him.
"Put that thing away before you hurt someone. I haven't seen a walker in hours. Mostly dead when I got here... Your work I assume."
He reaches into his pocket and retrieves another package of poptarts, and prepares to toss them, underhand, at the man in front of him.
"You hungry?"
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Posted: Mon Feb 12, 2007 2:18 pm
Cris was on the attack in a tree, in a fixed positon. Shooting the occasional zombie, expending his ammo sparingly. "I need to find help," he thought to himself. Suddenly, a zombie that wandered up when he was talking to himself grabbed his foot. Cris took his .22 rimfire pistol and shot the zombie in the head. He looked around for better cover. 20 yards to his right was a treehouse surrounded by zombies. Before jummping to the ground he shot at the zombies, picking them off one by one, until no jaw was snapping, no legs were twitching. Then he climbed up to the eerie treehouse, turning the safety off his pistol.
When he got up, he saw a boy with a self inflicted gunshot to the head. Poor soul must've been bitten, and commited suicide. crying Sad.
Reluctantly, he threw the dead teen out of the treehouse, pulled up the rope ladder, and waited for the zombies, or help.
((Does this help your restarting?))
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Posted: Tue Mar 06, 2007 6:07 pm
No, apparently not. No one has responded, to this and most of the other threads in the guild. Not sure what to do about that.
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Posted: Wed Mar 07, 2007 10:26 am
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Posted: Tue Mar 13, 2007 5:37 pm
I would reply to you, but my character's not anywhere nearby.
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Posted: Thu Mar 15, 2007 1:42 pm
(Well, maybe the treehouse is just outside the library, and I was shooting with a silencer and I took off the silencer and saw some zombies and... yeah.)
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Posted: Thu Mar 22, 2007 1:00 pm
Help didn't come but zombies did. He took out his Kumar. "What is this? Hmm...... oh well." He threw it to the back of the treehouse. "Okay, devils, let's die." He took out his unsilenced rifle and started to shoot. One by one he thought. Pin-point accuracy. And in all that shooting, the ammo ran out. "Oh, God, WHY ME?!!?!?!?!!?!?!!?!?!?!!?"
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Posted: Tue Mar 27, 2007 5:31 pm
(Ok, what the hell)
My character hears a distressed yell, drops the poptarts, and runs outside, twin swords drawn.
Following the yells, he discovers a hapless individual in a treehouse surrounded by a small goup of zombies. One of them made a pitiful attempt ot climb the ladder and attack the resident.
He stops, whistles, and waves at the man in the tree. The whistling also catches the attention of the... (quick count) seven zombies still besieging the tree. Most of them turn around and slowly shuffle in his direction.
He sheiths his right handed wakazashi and draws his pistol. He carefully selects his targets, shooting the one in the lead, and two other intentionally staggered targets, causing them to approach him one at a time.
As they do, he replaces his pistol, draws his compainion sword once again and efficiently decapitates each of the remaining four zombies in turn. He supsequently stabbs each severed head through the eyesocket, wipes his blades, and returns them to the saya on his belt.
Once finished, he looks up at the no longer trapped man in the tree.
"You ok?" He asks, still breathing fast, more from the sprint than the fight.
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Posted: Wed Mar 28, 2007 12:26 pm
"Yeah. I would've helped, but I ran out of ammo for my .22 rimfire. I wasted most of it shooting at zombies over here from that tree over there. Then I came here and found a body, which attracted more zombies."
Cris hears moaning. "Uh-oh. More zombies. We oughta get out of here."
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Posted: Wed Mar 28, 2007 1:20 pm
My character draws his swords in a flash as a zombie fumbles through a low hedge behind the treehouse.
"Just get out of the f***in tree. There's gonna be more of them."
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Posted: Wed Mar 28, 2007 5:14 pm
Cris jumos out of the treehouse. "Watch your mouth. I'm 14." He draws his bow.
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2007 2:03 pm
Cris sees zombies coming around the block. "oh yeah. Forgot about my bows." He lights 3 arrows and shoots them at the zombies.
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2007 2:52 pm
Gunshots and moans woke Ryan from his light slumber. He immediatley sat up. More gunshots. Adrenaline began to pump through his veins. He checked his gear. The jagged ended leg of a brocken chair. A combat knife. And a lighter with some rags. He stood up and surveyed his surroundings.
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2007 2:54 pm
((If anyone is on here, and wants to RP, PM me.))
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