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 Posted: Sat Aug 30, 2008 9:18 am
In The Year 2033, A Strange Cometlike Celestial Body Struck Earth In America. It Hit A Small Town In Kansas, The Middle Of The Coutry-As If On Purpose. The Meteor Was Quite Large - Nearly Ten Yards In Diameter. Old Military Records Claim That Trace Amounts Of A Corporeal Substance That Looked Vaguely Like Faintly-Glowing Mist With Wickedly Curling Tendrils Emanated From The Debris.
Unfortunately For The Military, This Strange Substance Could Not Be Contained By Any Retarding Metals They Could Think Of.
It Then Spread, Out Of The Secret Complex, And Into The General Populace.
We Know These Strange Mists As "Nightmares".
The "Nightmares" Invade Your Body Through Your Eyes. Funny Enough, The Only Thing That Repels These Things Is A Trace Amount Of Silver.
The Common Symptoms Of A Nightmare-Infected Human [More Commonly Called Terrors, After The NREM Sleep-Induced Nightmares One Has As A Child - Night Terror.] Are White-Pale Skin, Edged With Purpley-Black Veins. The Eyes Swim With A Foggy Black Fluid, And The Gums Bleed This Strange, Paintlike Liquid. They Lose All Of Their Own Reason, And Become Completely Overtaken By The Nightmares Which, Apparently, Retain Some Of Their OWN Extraterrestrial Intelligence.
However, There Were Many Other Versions Of Terrors. Some Sprouted Horns, Some Grew Bumps And Spines, Some Had A Complete Melanin Infection - Turning Green, Purple, Blue, Deep Red. Some Lost A Limb, Some Grew Another. Almost Any Bizarre Physical Morph You Could Think Of, Happened. Unfortunately, All Terrors Had One Nightmarish Trait In Common - A Lust For Human Flesh.
The Majority Of Humanity Was Infected. Some People Had Full-Immunity. Some Had Partial Immunity, Were Partially-Mutated, And More Often Than Not, Fell Into Madness As The Voice Of Their Own Personal Nightmare Whispered Soft Delusions Into Their Minds.
Some People Were Just Very Careful, Always Wearing A Silver Crucifix, Silver Earrings, A Silver Bracelet, Or Just Carrying Something Silvery On Their Person. However, These People, Too, Often Were Attacked Due To Carelessness On Their Part.
It Is Now The Year 2037. Caravans Of The Uninfected Roam The Now Desolate Country, Each In Trucks And Cars, Their Glove Compartments Filled With Guns, And Silver Jewelry. Many Are Nomadic, And Travel Alone, If With A Group. Animals, Escaped From Captivity And Unaffected By The Creatures, Roam Free, Finding Leftover Food, Other Animals, And Sometimes People To Feast Upon. There Are Evil Men Who Prowl The Remnants Of The World, Kidnapping Young Girls And Boys To Become Sexual Slaves In Roaming Harems.
This Is Our New World.
This Is Nightmares, Incorporated.
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Posted: Sat Aug 30, 2008 12:28 pm
Rules: [+]You Are Not Rambo. +No Twinking, God-Modding, Or Auto-Hitting. +No Infinite Stashes Of Weapons. [+]Use The Correct Character Profile Presented. +LINK Your Character Images If You Have Them. +Don't Stretch The Page. +Use Appropriate Ages/Species. [+]Follow Storyline Limitations. +Some Form of Silver Jewelry Should Be Worn Or Carried At All Times. +One Automobile At Most Is Warranted Per Character. +Don't Be Laem, K? Character Profile Setup: [b]Name:[/b]
[b]Level Of Immunity/Mutation [If Any]:[/b]
[b]Phys. Appearance:[/b]
[b]Clothing[/b]:
[b]Personality Traits:[/b]
[b]Habits:[/b]
[b]Age:[/b]
[b]Backstory:[/b]
[b]Notes:[/b]
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Posted: Sat Aug 30, 2008 12:44 pm
I Guess I'll Start. Name: "Dizzy" Daisy Prue Level Of Immunity/Mutation [If Any]: Partial Immunity. Cranial Mutation, Partial Ocular Necrosis. The Remaining Eye Has Developed Almost Bluetoothlike Capabilities, And Is Able To Roll From One Socket To The Other. Nightmare Named Xhitho [Pronounced Zheet-Hyo] Lives In The Empty Space. Phys. Appearance: Here. Average To Tall Height. Short, Wavy Blonde Hair With One Long Lock Held In Place By A Silver Skull Clip. White-Pale Skin, Single Blue Eye. Gentle Appearance, Delicate Frame. Clothing: Usually Fairly Dressy Clothes, In Light Blue or Black. Usually Dresses Or Skirts. Personality Traits: Calm, Complacent. Generally Quiet. Sing-Song Voice. Fairly High-Class And Calm. Habits: Nail-Picking. Softly Clicking Her Tongue. Unconscious Straightening Of Items Around Her, Talking To Her Nightmare. Age: Twenty-Three. Backstory: A Sweet City Girl Who, Until The Meteor, Worked In A Bookstore. Contracted A Nightmare In A Dance Studio Bathroom, Fled Town Before It Could Take Control of Her. Maintained Sentience, Effectively Trapping The Nightmare In Her Eye Socket. Notes: Dark Scar Across Left Wrist, Usually Hidden By Silver Jewelry/Sleeve. Occaisionally Wears Dark Glasses To Hide Mutation. Graceful, Ethereal Fluid Movements, May Be Part Of Mutation.
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Posted: Wed Sep 03, 2008 7:47 am
((Triptascular intro thar. I like how you created a rp where there is great potential for ZombieMonsterAlienRobots to arise. Was ist "twinking"? I may create two characters, one to contrast heavily with the following one. I'll wait until more people to show up though.))
Name: Edweena "Ed" Gregor
Level Of Immunity/Mutation [If Any]: Immunity is questionable. Though Ed has suffered physical defects before the arrival of the "Nightmares", proximity to Terrors, strange swellings, and lapses of memory create a contained panic and uncertainty within.
Phys. Appearance: Sexually ambiguous. Often refers to him/herself as either gender. One leg is thicker, and an inch or two shorter than the other, causing an awkward shuffle. The left side of the head, beginning from the nose and stretching past the ear, is massively deformed. This has caused an eye to appear smaller and marring what would have been attractive. Choppy (short) red-brown locks of hair flop about unwashed, excluding the shaved area punctured by 36 silver sewing pins, each hammered into the skull in neat rows. Though bruised and rough-skinned, hands are soft and delicate. Missing two toes.
Clothing: Shabby, high-collared longcoat, over a wrinkled white collared shirt and a mismatching blue cat sweater. Worn combat boots fished out of a dumpster, gray pressed pants, and some goth chick's lacy black glove on one hand. The only clean thing in the ensamble is an intricate, diamond-studded silver necklace, carefully hidden under a filthy striped tie.
Personality Traits: A riddle wrapped in a mystery inside an enigma, first impressions lend Ed the image of an incoherent wackadoo. Though her alarming appearance and enthusiastic hand gestures contradict it, Ed is polite and as well-mannered as an innocent child. It's not his fault he's borderline schizophrenic. Ed's mind and personality can be described as a blank slate. He has no imagination, ambition, and prefers the simple. Disturbing memories, however, will not give him that peace. She meets them with hot-tempered resistance.
Habits: Wringing hands, shuffling feet, trying to wiggle missing toes, muttering, twisting/rubbing/scratching the pins in her head, picking holes in his jacket.
Age: 34, but thinks she's still 19.
Backstory: The youngest child of celebrity parents, Ed abruptly abandoned the life of wealth and supposed pleasure one fine spring morning. Wandering through the streets and riding random buses across state lines, life slowly whittled down to a contented, but blank stare. Then the meteor hit.
Notes: Methinks some sort of multiple personality disorder is in order. >>
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Posted: Fri Sep 05, 2008 10:33 am
[Ehh, I Do Try.
And Lols, I Love Your Character.
It Sounds Sort Of Like Cole In The Clothing, I Noticed. xDD] A pale blue Civic glided quietly down a crowded town street, weaving carefully in-and-out of fallen bodies, old cars, and other debris. The serene face behind the windshield had an expression of dreamy ennui.
Daisy was bored, plain and simple. She had no contact with a human in a very long time. The only things she had to talk to were Reecy, a canary nearly the same colour yellow as her hair tha was strapped in his high brass cage in the seat beside her, Zebra, a grey-striped kitten currently curled up sleeping on her lap, and...
Daisy frowned slightly, and turned on the CD player. She adored classical music, so "Adagio in G" drifted into the car.
"I dOn'T lIkE tHaT nOiSe," a soft, shrieking voice whispered in a rhaspy way, coming from her empty eye socket.
Daisy stiffened, tightening her hands around the steering wheel. She adjusted the rearview mirror so that it reflected her hateful eyes. One was bright blue, and twisted in anger. The other was gone, and in its place was a black hole. However, where there should have been an empty space, a row of teeth lined her eyelids, making it look surprisingly like a mouth.
"Too bad," she said, her voice low and level. "You don't have any control opver what we're listening to. We're definitely not going to listen to the radio stations that play* now."
XhitHo let out a chuckle that sounded like broken glass. "YoU'rE lUcKy YoU wEaR tHaT sIlVeR hAiR cLiP, oR i WoUlD bE mAkInG tHe DeCiSiOnS."
Daisy was about to retort, when her car stopped with painful abruptness. Her forehead met the edge of her steering wheel. Reecy started to screech and panic, flying madly around his cage. Zebra dug his claws into her lap and yowled.
Daisy cursed, and fussed with her seatbelt. She finally removed it, and grabbed Zebra around the middle, holding him in the car as she opened the door.
She finally freed herself from the car, and slammed the door shut behind her, standing to survey the damage.
She had hit an ancient van while she wasn't looking at the road. The front end of her car was slightly crushed, but otherwise okay.
She sat on the road for a minute, tired of driving.
"I'm going to rest for a bit," she said more to herself than anyone else. "Then, I guess, we'll get back on the road."
[*In the current day and age, radio stations have been reduced to religious zealots with transcievers, constantly spouting hellfire and damnation to those who cohabitate with homosexuals, nonChristians, etc., and that the nightmares have arrived from God to punish the wicked. The other "stations" are run by nightmares themselves, using human bodies to send horrible, static-lined bursts of human screaming or their own horrible broken-glass-esque language, which is indecipherable to uninfected humans. Infected humans can understand the words.]
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Posted: Wed Sep 24, 2008 7:01 pm
[I'm Introducing Another Character, So I Can Amuse Myself While You People Are Lame And Refuse To Post.] Name: KchrrHu [Pronounced Krr-Ia, a sort of drawn out, breathy K at the behinning.]
Level Of Immunity/Mutation [If Any]: KchrrHu is a fully-mutated male nightmare in the body of a human female, with no human mental elements.
Phys. Appearance: Small female with eyes widened to terrifying proportions. Her petite nose is slightly crooked, as if from a break, as is her once-square jaw, which is also lined with jagged, misshapen points of teeth. Her skin is a mixture between light grey-blue and light grey-purple, looking somewhat like perfectly smooth, slightly tinted burned skin. Her black hair is long and bedraggled, having been neglected for God-knows-how-long. It maintains thin streaks of shock-white hair, and is matted and nappy to being near dreadlocks. She has small, spiny bonelike protrusions articulating from the parietal bones of her skull, down her occipital region, down her neck and down her back to just below her scapula. She has thirteen fingers and thirteen toes, all of which have lengthened and strengthened to terrifying, highly-opposable extremities with as many as five joints to each. Her wrists are strangely long and flexible. Her arms are long and thin, but muscles pulse beneath the discoloured skin, as do blackish veins. Her elbows and knees are oddly black. Her fingernails are long and dirty to being black at the ends. Her tongue, when stretched, is approximately two feet in length and dark grey-purple.
Clothing: Ragged shreds of a grey material over her narrow chest that may have once been a white t-shirt of some kind. Blue-brown shreds of of old blue jeans cling tightly to her thighs, snapped to strings and clumps of dirty fabric before they reach her knees. No shoes to speak of.
Personality Traits: Slightly twitchy. Non-social creature, dangerous to humans. Scavenger Nightmare. Attracted to human females [not uncommon, as one of the main reasons for the use of human bodies was the aestetic appeal].
Habits: Clicking his/her tongue constantly. Bobbing his/her head just slighty, and biting the corner of his/her lip. Licking his/her eyelids. Violently scratching her scalp [she may have fleas].
Age: Unknown. Physical humanoid appearance could be anywhere from fourteen to twenty-one.
Backstory: N/A
Notes: Dislikes silver. Can be temporarily subdued by the sound of a badly-played violin, a rock being dragged across the ground, or broken glass.
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Posted: Wed Sep 24, 2008 7:16 pm
KchrrHu saw the human leave the car. KchrrHu reached back and over his head, scratching hard behind his left ear with his right hand. She was taller than his body, and pretty. Her could smell silver and one of his kind. she wasn't too badly changed, so she must still have some brain.
He licked his left eye. Even more fun.
KchrrHu pulled himself down from the battered roof he was perched on, crawling forward down the brick wall. His overly-dexterous fingers and toes clutched at the tiniest niche and crevace in the brick and mortar. KchrrHu clicked softly, bobbing his head.
The woman rubbed her eyes behind blue sunglasses.
KchrrHu licked his right eye. She hadn't noticed him.
He reached the pavement. Still clicking, he stopped behind a pile that consisted of an unused fire hydrant, the body of a fat, hairy Italian man, and a dilapidated old pushcart full of rotten fruit. KchrrHu didn't mind the smell. The woman smelled like perfume.
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Posted: Thu Oct 02, 2008 5:26 pm
Name: BaltizR
Level Of Immunity/Mutation [If Any]: He's a robot. :/
Phys. Appearance: About 4'10'', Spherical Head with two antennae attached just above the eyes, which resemble portholes. Small chassis/torso, Slim shoulderparts and arms that hook to large forearms. His legs are elongated duplicates of these parts. All joints hook together like ball and socket joints.
Clothing: A Rare metallic alloy found on Jupiter covers every bit of his outer body.
Personality Traits: He was programmed to do nothing more than follow orders, but was also built with what was currently known about the human personality.
Habits: Out of routine, he tends to probe any new lifeform that he runs into, no matter how dangerous, storing a small sample of their DNA for his research. He is also always at his propulsion system in the hope he can fix it and return to his home world.
Age: 4 years since completion.
Backstory: BaltizR was created by an alien race for research of other life forms in the galaxy. On his approach to his next destination Earth, he was hit by a strange cometlike object (The Celestial Body) and fell to Earth along with it. Managing to pull away from it before it struck the surface. The propulsion systems in his legs were damaged and his distress beacon destroyed, he hopes that help will be sent soon.
Notes: His feet radiate a low anti-gravity field, enabling him to hover over dangerous terrain. In his forearms lie many tools and two scimitar-like blades for defense.
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Posted: Fri Oct 03, 2008 9:03 am
[BaltizR Is Ready To Go, So Just Jump In Whenever. : D]
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Posted: Fri Oct 03, 2008 4:26 pm
A small alarm beeps as 8:04 AM flashes on a black screen.
"Initiating boot up sequence . . ." said the PA program.
His internal workings slowly spring to life.
"Welcome to iArc GS BaltizR"
The world around him fizzles into clarity as he crawls out of a cardboard box and looks around. "It appears to be another gloomy day."
Walking out into the street, he surveyed the area and began to explore.
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Posted: Fri Oct 03, 2008 8:24 pm
KchrrHu's ear twitched. What was that sound?
He shook his head violently, clicking three times in rapid succession.
Unfortunately, he may ahve been a bit too loud.
Daisy started with a dramatic motion. Her singular eye swiveled in every direction as she called out, "Who's there?"
KchrrHu shrunk slightly lower in the small pit made between the rotting fruit cart and the crook of the dead man's elbow. He narrowed his eyes and twitched his nose. Surely she hadn't heard him... had she?
There it was again! It smelled like dirt and metal.
And it seemed to be moving.
Human must have heard the sound, too. She turned her head this way and that, finally stopping to c**k her ear in the direction of the odd sound.
"Hello?" she called, tentative. Daisy could smell something familiar. It smelled like a strange and slightly pleasant mixture of earth, smoke, and cinnamon.
XhitHo made a strange cracking sound. "I sMeLl My KiN."
Daisy jumped up so quickly that she nearly fell forward with the motion. "How? Where? Is that the noise I heard?"
XhitHo made a negative sort of wretching noise. "ThAt SmElLs LiKe MeTaL. hArMlEsS. BuT i Do nOt KnOw WhY i DiD nOt SmElL tHeM bEfOrE."
Daisy's hands fluttered like nervous birds in front of her, so she stopped them by gripping the sides of her dress.
"I don't care about your failing senses! Where is it? Is it dangerous? Should we go back to the car?" Her voice was filling with panic.
XhitHo let out a breath that sounded like a gas leak. "bEhInD uS."
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Posted: Wed Oct 08, 2008 5:44 pm
BaltizR walked through several streets before stopping. "This is odd, I don't see anything around here, are you sure the humans live on Earth??"
The PA(Personal Assistant) program Daphne returned with a straight answer, "Positive."
"Hmm, run a scan will you?"
"In progress . . . . . there are organic life forms East of here. Huh, thats odd."
"What is it?"
"One is definitely human but the other is giving off a reading similar to that rock that hit us."
"Guess were checking it out."
And with that he powered up the Anti-grav parts in his feet and hovered eastward.
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Posted: Fri Oct 17, 2008 9:02 am
The mechanical-sounding thing got closer. Panicked, Daisy looked around for someplace to hide.
Unfortunately for KchrrHu, the place she found happened to be by his side, right on the othe side of the dead man.
She ran towards the stand, throwing herself on the ground behing the rotten fruit and scraping her knee. She made a tiny grunt, and gritted her teeth. XhitHo let out another broken-glass chuckle, and sighed.
"cLuMsY b***h."
Daisy was too frightened to reply to this comment. "Is it closer?" She asked quietly, fighting back tears as she noticed the dead man beside her.
KchrrHu peeked under the dead man's arm at Human. She was even prettier up close. slowly, he pressed his head underneath the dead human's arm that was snagged up on the cart. Human didn't notice him; she was too busy staring out at the empty street, towards the weird sound of the weird thing that smelled of weird dirt and weird metal. She didn't notice him until he was only inches away from her arm.
He clicked, and licked his eye.
Daisy let loose a bloodcurdling scream, just as whatever made the strange, metallic sound came into view.
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Posted: Sun Oct 19, 2008 10:28 pm
Hearing a sudden scream he drew his blades and assumed an attack position, facing the fruit stand. "Who is there!?"
"It's the two organisms we detected."
"Show yourself!"
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