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 Posted: Thu Jan 01, 2009 12:46 pm
An epic battle between two unnamed people has begun the fated apocalypse, spelling the doom that will befall all humanity- zombies. Hordes of them, several different types, each with their own distinct 'personality'. Those meant to survive must do just that. Those meant to die must give their life for others or be forgotten.
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Name: Yani Diwan
Gender: Female
Age: 24
Personality: Yani is headstrong and outspoken, never hesitating to say her mind. She is very sex-oriented, pansexual, and confident, with an indomitable attitude that some find almost annoying.
Appearance: Yani is the daughter of an Indian cabbie and a Danish banker- a b*****d, really, because of how her father abandoned her and her mother. She's got dark skin, eyes, and hair, with a body that's both gorgeous and exotic- not a pipsqueak in any direction, but with a waist that looks thin in comparison.
Other: She's got eyes this time!
Name: Mathew
Gender: Boy
Age: 23
Personality: Mathew is the type of person who likes to have control over things. He is highly motivated and likes to stay productive. However Mathew also has a fun and optimistic side to him that keeps him from driving people away with his need for control.
Appearance: Mathew is skinny, he has brown hair, is decently athletic and he is also somewhat tall.
Other: This is my first time doing any role playing stuff so be nice.
Name: Terren Murphy
Gender: Male
Age: 15
Personality: Total wimp. His dad wanted to stick him in the military. His mom was over protective of him. He played WAY too many video games as a child. And read too many comics. Now he's searching for the Necronomicon so that he can control the zombies and send them back from whence they came.
Appearance: Mid-neck length, thin, brown hair. Average sized, average shaped green eyes. Pale skin, no freckles, and a splattering of zits on his face. Six foot, two inches. 107 lb. Incredibly long, skinny limbs.
Other: He is the best track star in the state. And he jacked all his dad's guns and ammo (and his truck) when the zombies ate his parents. He's got, like, rocket launchers and stuff in his ride. But he needs gas. And has no license.
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Posted: Thu Jan 01, 2009 1:48 pm
Name:Mathew
Gender:Boy
Age:23
Personality: Mathew is the type of person who likes to have control over things. He is highly motivated and likes to stay productive. However Mathew also has a fun and optimistic side to him that keeps him from driving people away with his need for control.
Appearance:Mathew is skinny, he has brown hair, is decently athletic and he is also somewhat tall.
Other:This is my first time doing any role playing stuff so be nice.
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Posted: Thu Jan 01, 2009 1:54 pm
(( Good, good. Just pick a color and you'll be fine. So. The basics of roleplaying are here. Basically, you want to write like you're writing a story, make sure to differentiate in character posts and out of character posts, and don't be a perfect character. Any questions? ))
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Posted: Thu Jan 01, 2009 3:09 pm
Yani woke up from bed, bleary-eyed and unwilling to get up. Alone. She shivered despite the warm comforter spread over her body, and she curled up close. Her movements quieted now, she heard a tapping- tap, tap, tap. Coming from her window. Ignore it though she may, it continued- tap, tap, tap. An irritating, unstopping, unchanging noise that continued until Yani could not bear it- comforter clenched close, black hair only slightly mussed, and chocolate eyes blazing with anger, she drew the shades open.
She blinked. There was a man, a sickly pale man, there at the window. Eyes wide, mouth agape, tapping. Yani cocked an eyebrow at the man, drawing the shades closed again. No way she could go back to sleep now. She drew herself out of bed, getting clothed in her 'comfy' clothes- ugly clothes that could somehow not help but flatter her body, and were so worn that they were falling apart in places. Brush her hair, brush her teeth, and go- no breakfast needed. Upon opening the door, however, several men and women- just like the man at her window, mouth agape and sickly pale- turned and started walking towards her. Thoroughly unnerved now, Yani set off to the town library at an easy jog, that turned faster and faster as more and more of the people followed her.
(( Done. This is overly descriptive and not really what most of mine look like, but a fairly good example of an opening post. For us, ordinary posts are normally around a paragraph per character. ))
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Posted: Thu Jan 01, 2009 5:27 pm
Mathew gazed into the mirror at the dark circles that had formed under his eyes. He wanted so much to just go to sleep, but he knew that if he did that now he probably wouldn't wake up again. A loud banging on the bathroom door notified him that they had found him again. He sighed, he had been running from them all night long.
Taking the clip out of his 10mm pistol, he started to count out how many bullets he had left. Only 12, in a pistol that originally had 36. He would have to be more conservative with his bullets if he was going to continue to survive. He loaded the clip back in his gun and prepared himself for another confrontation with the undead monsters.
((Alright, tell me if I've done anything wrong.))
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Posted: Thu Jan 01, 2009 5:53 pm
(( Better than I'd expected, actually. Mine's longer because I was overly descriptive and stuff, so no worries. )) [size=10] This is for size. Do anywhere from 9 to 11 and you'll be fine. [/size]
[color=] This is for color. Either write the color out or do a hex code for more variety. [/color]
Yani had no idea where she was any longer. Maybe she was still in town, but there wasn't a street sign. Or a city sign. Or anything, really. Just wheatfield and a thankful lack of human- or inhuman- life. Just wheat, more wheat, and a little dirt road that was overgrown with, what else, wheat. At least she'd outrun those creepy men and women, after she'd seen the guy missing his face. When you see something like that, you know something's up. She sat, looking blankly at the dirt, thankful to not hear any more moaning or incessant tapping. Just dirt and wheat as far as the eye could see.
(( You want to do a TZH style of zombie? Zombies? That's what I was aiming for. ))
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Posted: Thu Jan 01, 2009 7:09 pm
Mathew took a deep breath then kicked the bathroom door open, which then collided into a zombies face. He then quickly ran past three more zombies and exited the door of the gasoline station he had been hiding in. Strange, earlier he had been to scared to notice how cold it was outside. He was far to tired to be scared now.
Suddenly in the distance he thought he could see someone running towards him. It had to be another survivor, as all the undead he had seen so far were slow moving. However as the thing got closer, pale skin, blood red eyes, and a large bite wound revealed the creature to be non human. Mathew raised his pistol and fired a shot at the abominations chest. But the thing just continued to sprint towards him without missing a beat. He then calmly raised his gun up and fired a shot at its head, transforming the undead thing into just a dead thing.
((Yeah I think we should use the TZH style of zombie. But it shouldn't be in the TZH world. In other words I don't think we should have a red halo military. ))
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Posted: Thu Jan 01, 2009 8:38 pm
(( Yes, TZH wins. By the way... our next goal should be to have Mathew and Yani meet up so there's some actual interaction. It's really hard to do something when she's still staring at dirt. o.o ))
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Posted: Thu Jan 01, 2009 8:47 pm
((Yeah, the gas station is located near the wheat field. So I guess like get attacked by a zombie and scream so I can come and rescue you or something.))
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Posted: Sun Jan 04, 2009 1:42 pm
[Zombies are the lamest supernatural bad guys ever. All you have to do is keep moving away.]
Name: Terren Murphy
Gender: Male
Age: 15
Personality: Total wimp. His dad wanted to stick him in the military. His mom was over protective of him. He played WAY too many video games as a child. And read too many comics. Now he's searching for the Necronomicon so that he can control the zombies and send them back from whence they came.
Appearance: Mid-neck length, thin, brown hair. Average sized, average shaped green eyes. Pale skin, no freckles, and a splattering of zits on his face. Six foot, two inches. 107 lb. Incredibly long, skinny limbs.
Other: He is the best track star in the state. And he jacked all his dad's guns and ammo (and his truck) when the zombies ate his parents. He's got, like, rocket launchers and stuff in his ride. But he needs gas. And has no license.
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Posted: Sun Jan 04, 2009 5:11 pm
(( What about when they're swarmed all around you? These are different, anyway, We're using The Zombie Hunters type of zombies. Different kinds; fast, sadistic, kind; basilisks, howlers, hunters. Much cooler. ))
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Posted: Mon Jan 05, 2009 5:06 pm
[No clue, man. And then you justblast a whole through 'em and run like the devil's after yer SOUUULLLL!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Lol.]
Terren Murphy, near tears, yanked on the clutch of his deceased father's armored truck and pushed the shift into a higher gear. Again. One more gear left before those crazy-fast zombies caught up to him. "Damnit!" he cried, quietly, in case those fast zombies also had supersonic hearing as well. "Oh s**t!" he whispered in relief. A gas station was only a mile away. He glanced at his dashboard and bit his lip. The needle was practically ontop of the E. He hoped to whatever god, or gods, there were that he could make it and it wasn't already overrun with zombies. "C'mon, c'mon!" he murmured, caoxing the truck onward. A tall young man stood right in front of him, shooting off into the distance as a fast zombie. Terren swerved wildly to keep from plowing over the man. He reached over and yanked open the car door and yelled out, "Need a lift?" Just as he was resolving to keep the door open for only a few seconds unless the man jumped in, he noticed another hoard of zombies, all streaming toward them. "Hurry up and get in! We can pull a drive-by!" Thank god his outgoing buddy Paul had taught him some street slang before the zombies got him and his family. It'd be a whole lot easier to communicate with everyone else that way.
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Posted: Wed Jan 07, 2009 2:41 pm
Mathew glanced up at the teenager holding the car door open. He looked panicked and Mathew knew from experience that a panicked person was far deadlier than any zombie. "I would suggest that you get out of the car instead, you might live longer that way." he replied in a calm cheerful voice. A chilling moan then prompted Mathew to turn around and face a group of five zombies that were coming towards him. luckily they were just the slow moving kind that he was used to, and as long as he didn't get surrounded by the things, he was going to be just fine.
((The zombies that are in this RP aren't supernatural at all. The zombies are people who were infected with a virus that kills you, then re-animates your body. That's the The zombie Hunters form of zombie anyway.))
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Posted: Thu Jan 08, 2009 6:00 pm
[Zombies fall under "supernatural" or "sci-fi" depending on how you write it. However, since it is usually grouped with vampires, werewolves, demons and the like I lumped it under "supernatural," even though I prefer it done "sci-fi."
I knew good and damned well it was a viral infection - that's almost always how zombies are done. And I know nothing about "the zombie hunters" anything, so don't try and imply that I am an idiot. I know quite a bit without ever actually taking the time to learn anything.
Sorry I'm so pissy. I'm pissed at my brother, stressed out about school, trying not to freak about my home situation, and I'm sorry, but your character pisses me off to no end. Then again, he is the epitome of ageist. I mean, everyone is ageist. The most ageist people, though, are the ones that are middle aged and feel that children and elderly people are useless and need to be strung along. Y'know why teens act out so much? 'Cause older people keep treating them like little kids and they're not! People always underestimate children, and I will admit to doing that as well. People in their 20s and 30s tend to also underestimate elderly people, which sucks because just about everyone can learn from them. I hate it. For example, I am even more capable than Stephanie Meyer at writing a good vampire story, but I'm going to have a much harder time at getting my book published than she did, plainly because I'm younger. Twilight is nothing more that very glorified fanfiction.]
Terren made a frowny face. "I've got so many weapons in this thing that it'd be impossible to take them with us. Besides, it was my father's." Now maybe that stupid know it all would shut up. God he hated that of person. They made his life living hell.
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