Welcome to Gaia! ::

Shryiz: A Writer's Guild

Back to Guilds

A guild where you can post stories, poems, role play or just chat! 

Tags: Writing, Role Play, Stories, Poems, Fiction 

Reply Forest of Shyriz (Role Playing)
Vexton Terra (Open and Accepting)

Quick Reply

Enter both words below, separated by a space:

Can't read the text? Click here

Submit

Katzenjammered Toxlind

PostPosted: Mon Apr 05, 2010 6:16 pm


Welcome to Vexton Terra, a little slice of Utopia...

The end is near, perhaps it has come... for who can truly tell? The once open streets of this futuristic metropolis are filled with dead or dying bodies, all decaying. It is no wonder the inhabitants, the survivers are calling themselves The Damned and the undead bodies bodies that stalk the streets The Decayed. The stone streets (only meant for human, since cars have, or rather had, become things that only the government owned to transport items and people) have hoards of The Decayed, running through the streets for that last bit of living flesh that still survives after a year of hiding. The greatest of he stone buildings stands in the center of the rapidly dying city. It is the Governing Center of Vextion Terra, and was possibly the first to receive the viral outbreak. All hospitals and armouries are located here. To the North of this building lies the housing district, simply flooded with The Decayed. To the East lies the market district, with all your pharmisuetical, eatible, and even suicidal needs (The Decayed have practically owned this region...). To the South lies the entertainment district, which is the opposite now, for even though The Damned live here none step outside their doors... To the West lies the industrial district, a truly grim site. You see, the last division of the damned took most of the weapons and rampaged in this direction in the blind hope that there might still be a flying tansport... but they didn't make it. They did kill a lot of The Decayed so the West is most often talked of as the deserted district.

We do hope you enjoy fending for your life in the entertainment district, waiting for the end (or just wishing that it was). We provided the great walls around the city for your protection... but now it seems they keep you in a cage with a hungry, rabid dog. We hope the rest of your life... however much that may be... is filled with exciting moments.
PostPosted: Mon Apr 05, 2010 6:54 pm


Rules and Clarifications



In case you hadn't guessed, this is a zombie role play. As such, I required you to be a survivor. You are also required to be in Vexton Terra.

To clarify a bit, we are in England. The year is 2030. It is Summer. The climate should be overcast mostly, raining often, and around 50 to 60 degrees Fareinhiet most of the time.
There, I expect no one to say we are near Miami, Florida now...

The city is surrounded by one-hundred foot walls, most buildings are made of marble or granite and stand around fifteen stories, the streets are about twenty meters across (and hold many of The Decayed), and they hold no cars!


Rules...

1. NO CARS!
2. PLEASE DON'T OWN SOME SORT OF MILITARY GUN!
3. NO ANIMALS! NO ZOMBIE ANIMALS!
4. Please don't find a super awesome gun without a good reason... they won't be sitting in a candy shop...
5. You are in the entertainment district.

4. Please don't control other characters. You may grab them and drag them or allude to them doing something, but don't just say they ran into the street and got eaten.
5. Speaking of running into the streets, I would rather you try to not... the streets are filled with The Decayed after all...
6. If I think you are being to powerful I WILL turn you down a notch or two. I will warn you once, knock you on your bum, then kick you out.
7. I don't like super short posts... so I will require a good five sentences per post.
8. Private message me your profile entitled "Belated Behemoth".
9. I will allow two characters, and, if you can convince me, I could allow three... but I myself will probably just have one.
10. You can control Non-player characters, but that means others can too. Now that doesn't mean those characters become another person's marionette, but they can say stuff like, "And (insert NPCs name here) left the room so that (Character 1) and (Character 2) could talk privately." Unless of course Character 1 didn't want that, for they created him first.

11. Out of Character chats should be relevant to the Role Play.
12. Out of Character chats should have parentheses or something along that line around them.
13. Out of Character chats are encouraged, though again don't talk about something that happened at your work/school/real life.

Katzenjammered Toxlind


Katzenjammered Toxlind

PostPosted: Mon Apr 05, 2010 7:16 pm


Profile


Username: (If this isn't self-explainatory, don't join...)
Name: (See above... also, get creative... I hate people named John Smith...)
Age: (Hmm... I guess 14 - 60 will do...)
Gender: (See top...)
Description: (No, you don't need glasses. I want a description of you character, not a picture...)
PostPosted: Mon Apr 05, 2010 7:49 pm


Accepted Profiles


Username: Toxlind
Name: Marth Norse
Age: 16
Gender: Male
Description: Marth stands a full 5' 10". He is a rather slender adolescent... and in fact he has been starving for quite some time. He has lacked sun time recently, so he is on the pale side. His hazel eyes look green behind his wire-frame glasses. A small, thin-lipped smile seems permenantly plastered to his face even in these harsh times. His hands are rather small and delicate. He wears casual jeans, a white shirt with diagonal gray stripes, a solid black coat, and a pair of red converse shoes.

Katzenjammered Toxlind


Katzenjammered Toxlind

PostPosted: Mon Apr 05, 2010 7:55 pm


!OPENED!
PostPosted: Mon Apr 05, 2010 8:18 pm


Marth




The screams and grunts and moans of The Decayed were, at best, a reminder that Marth wasn't alone. The Decayed always made noises when The Damned were around. Marth himself was alone in a projector room... floor seven if he wasn't mistaken. The floor had a high, shaggy carpet and a bathroom to the side. It had long since run out of food...

Marth set his hand on a table that had held many boxes of old movies, which was what this theatre had been for, but now held what he considered weapons. A few blunt objects and a broom he had broken the shaft on were all he had scrounged, unless cleaning products could kill those deformed anti-human... which they couldn't for his last venture had told him this. He had tried many times these last two weeks to get to this floor's food bar, but to no avail. He had let the hours span by watching, with amusment, old zombie films...

Staring at his hand, Marth raised his large knife, preparing to cut a finger off in his hunger... but of course he didn't. He just chewed the blade as his practically nail-less hand sat, taunting him... He was starved, and those zombies knew it... and Marth was so close to eating himself it wasn't funny... He couldn't smile anymore... it made him hungry. He couldn't frown anymore... it made him hungry. He could only watch movies in Theatre Seven, the lights below on so he could watch The Decayed wonder aimlessly among themselves... and that had gotten old fast...

Katzenjammered Toxlind

Reply
Forest of Shyriz (Role Playing)

 
Manage Your Items
Other Stuff
Get GCash
Offers
Get Items
More Items
Where Everyone Hangs Out
Other Community Areas
Virtual Spaces
Fun Stuff
Gaia's Games
Mini-Games
Play with GCash
Play with Platinum
//
//

// //

Have an account? Login Now!

//
//