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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.

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.

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...