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At 3/20/08 01:42 PM, Slapdamonkeyaz wrote:

At 3/20/08 12:59 AM, alucardxmeow wrote: Hmm I would like to join...

((Alright, lets see how you did.))

NGname: alucardxmeow
Name: Joey barreto

(('kay.))

Age: 20
Area: City hall, 2nd floor

((As far as I know, 'kay. Although I believe there are other people in the story at city hall.))

Yea I just noticed that, I didn't read much because it was late when I found this post. but I'll start reading what's happening right now.

((Sorry for not posting yet, I've been busy but i'll start now.))

*Fires gun several times at creature*
Joey: Damn why isn't this thing dying, and why so much?!
*Reaches for more ammo and soon realizes he ran out*
Joey: Well got nothing left to do now except run away!
*Joey runs to a nearby room and barricades the door with various objects in the room.*
Joey: That should last for alittle while until someone gets here...
Joey: Am I going to die here?
Joey: Is there even anyone left surviving?!
Joey: Why am I talking to myself? I need to stop that habit...
* Just then, joey hears some gun shots*
Joey: Could it be?!
Joey: A survivor in this hell?!
*Joey removes the barricade on the door, but something jammed the door*
Joey: Uhh....
*Tries to open a few more times*
Joey: God, what did I do to deserve this?!
Joey: Just when a survivor is finaly here...
Joey: I'm sure they will check out every room....I hope...
*After a few minutes of waiting, the door blasts open*
Joey: WOAH HOLY SHIT!

((Lordskeletor you can choose if it's a zombie or a survivor, because I can't decide xD))

((I kinda want to see what happens up at city hall))

((I suppose comments in parentheses are for things not part of the story? If that's the case, Jackfro5t, is my application good enough? You haven't replied.))

At 3/21/08 12:29 PM, gamerpeepinpa wrote: ((I suppose comments in parentheses are for things not part of the story? If that's the case, Jackfro5t, is my application good enough? You haven't replied.))

((Ya, this is called OOC, or Out Of Character talk, it just shows that this isn't part of your story. Ya, your good enough, start postin'!))

((Yo cannibal and JakF. Would you guys mind if i headed over to the saw-mill with you guys? I means if so, i will, otherwise i can always do something else with these guys...))
((Ain't no mountain high enough comes on. I'm kinda depressed, let's see how this'll turn out.))

"What are we going to do?"
"I don't know!"
"Well, Think!"
"I'm thinking, Damnit!"
"What if we got silencers? Then we wouldn't attract noise and we could sneak around getting to safety!"
"Ok, I like that idea, but there's one problem with that."
"Well?"
"Where in the world would we get silencers?"
Michael hit the dashboard with his fist. He was so angry! Why did the gas have to go out at the exact point that it did?

((Halo Theme, Mjolner Mix comes on. Time for badassness.))

"Let's go. I don't know where, I don't know how, but let's go and get out of this situation!"
"Hah! When the going gets tough, the tough get going. I'm starting to like you! Very well, let's go. Which direction?"
"Thank you little girl, but I still hate you because you SHOT ME in the FUCKING LEG! NICE TRY!"
"Fuck you. And I have a name. It's called Darby, sheesh!"
"Let me put in a point here, before you two march off and get somebody else killed, I'd like to say something."
"..."
"Well, if we are going to walk to safety, which it looks like we are, then we should at least hide the car for later use if need be, and also head away from the more crowded and dangerous areas. Like our campus, no?"
"And what about Rebecca?"
"Worry about her later. You are in danger right now, and you need to get out of it now."
"No! absolutely not!"
((Explosive by Bond comes on))
"A dangerous thing this will be..."
"That's right little girl, it's gonna be dangerous! And because you shot me in the leg, I may die!"
((Mr. Roboto comes on. I love this song))
"HEY! YOU TWO! TIME TO WORK!" Yonie Shouted. "I'm tired of having to work with you two. Shut your mouths!"
"You. Micheal! Stop whining about your leg, suck it up."
"You, Darby, Don't say anything and just keep quiet! Now, if we're going to sneak around, there is the matter of the forest-"
"I Don't Like forests! They're scary!"
"What did I say about keeping quiet!"
"Now, I say we go through the forest. The dogs will be faster and more quick to see us, but they'll be more spread out and less to deal with, so we can deal with them ... efficiently."
"I can do the forest, I guess. Before we go, let's grab whatever we can get out of the car..."

((coming next episode: Less dialogue, and some action, and a monologue going into Darby's life before she shot... somebody... in the leg!))

At 3/21/08 01:04 PM, JakFro5t wrote: ((Ya, this is called OOC, or Out Of Character talk, it just shows that this isn't part of your story. Ya, your good enough, start postin'!))

((K, thanks. I'll have something up soon.))

OOC: Sorry for huge absence, getting made homeless recently resulted in total loss of internet, what's the story so far and what's happened to my character Sgt Danny's comatose body? I need to update the little flash backs and have him wake up about nowish I think.

((Unless there are any objections to it, I'd like to be the one who writes up th aussult on city-hall, of course if there are any (particularly if Bluedragon objects) then I'm in no place to argue against such objections. Just let me know soon since I've just gotten back from Mexico and am ready to write with a lotta ideas all pent up))

At 3/22/08 02:26 AM, Chickidydow wrote: ((Unless there are any objections to it, I'd like to be the one who writes up th aussult on city-hall, of course if there are any (particularly if Bluedragon objects) then I'm in no place to argue against such objections. Just let me know soon since I've just gotten back from Mexico and am ready to write with a lotta ideas all pent up))

Well,Dragon has been absent for quite a while now and the story must continue.Do you really have a good idea brewing?,i'd like to hear it.

joe wakes up in the morining. everything was sound.

blur : -mooooooaaaannnnnn-

joe pulls out his pistol.

joe : alright you bastard come out of hiding you speed fraek!

the blur thing comes in to sight and joe fires off a couple of rounds. but the creature dodges like in the matrix. as it was coming up joe stabbed it in the chest a few hundred times.

joe : there! how do you like me now? now lets see .........

joe pulls out his map of south america.

joe : i have already ruled out many places. i have been here many days. good thing i have a radio if anyone wants to contact a suviver.

just then a voice broke through the static on the radio.

radio : anyoneone ......out there...? we have been holed up here for months! i don't think we will last long.! we have enough rations for a couple of weeks at the most! we are at the lincon memorial! the creatures have become powerful! at this pace we are gonna die in 2 - 3 weeks!
come quick anyone!

just then the radio cut off.

joe : the batteries died!

((part one of my story is over. i am gonna make a new character with a new story))

character name : alex russel

age : 18

physical description : he works out alot so he is really buff.

breif bio : alex and his friends were on a school field trip to the licon memeorial. but the creatures attacked. he grabbed a knife off and a 45. pistol off a dead gaurd. his friends also grabbed guns and knives from the other dead gaurds.

NG account:(FamilyGuy05)
Age:(19)
Character Name:(Steven Silvan)
Character age:(30)
Area:(Police Department)
Weapons:(Desert Eagle and Knife)
Appearance:(Blue eyes, Short hair, Male and BloodType: N/A)
Breif Bio:(Got ready to go on my first day at my job. Job: Police Officer)

(( i am going to begin my story with the bio))

alex and his friends were on the school bus getting ready for their trip.

alex : this is going to be awesome man!

jon : i know !

their bus got there. they got off the bus.

guard : the tour guide will show you around.

alex : why are you and those other gaurds here?

guard : extra protection. they said down at head quarters that there was some sort of "demon" attack at the small town of black ravyn.

a guard hits that one on the head.

other guard : nevermind him. just have fun on this trip and try to ignore us.

so the tour gide walks them around talks about how that this is the first tile put here. and everytime they got to a tile the tour guide would stop and cheerfuly explain all about it.

alex : this is sooooo boring.

jhon : i know.

alex : hey you have never told me your last name. what is it.

jhon : it's deere

alex : jhon deere?

jhon : yeah.

all of a sudden a blade type thing went through the chest of the tour guide. they looked at the thing behind him. it was a thing they can't explain it. it was very weird it had spikes and blades all over it.

guard : that is one of the "demons" that attacked black ravyn!

they shot at it. but it all of a sudden became a blur and dodged the bullets matrix style. it killed the guards. alex went to the gun range with his dad yesterday. his dad said it would add extra protection to him. even though his dad is in the amry. alex had one thought as the thing devoured their flesh. he grabbed a gun and a knife. he shot the creature untill he ran out of bullets.

jhon : holy crap where did you learn to fire a gun!

alex my step -dad. his name is joe.

((enjoy the little plot twists i threw into the mix?

13 Hours Before Outbreak
Mike(friend) : Steven, how's it going?
Steven: ok, I guess.
Mike: So where are you going?
Steven: Home I guess.
Mike: ok. ok.
Steven: See you tommorow, mike.
Mike: ok.
1 Hour Before Outbreak
(Cough)(Cough)
Steven: Where am I?
Steven: How did I get here?
(The thing steven does not know is he some how lost his memory last night)
He is currently at a Police Department.
Cops dead on the floor and everywhere, all brutally murdered.
Steven remembers this is his first day on the case.
Steven: Something happend here.
Steven Also finds a Combat knife in is pocket and a Desert Eagle in his hand.
He checked the gun.
8 rounds. full.
Suddenly one of the dead cops stood up and made a run for him. He dodged the attack.
Steven shoots at the zombie.
Perfect accuacy. Shot the zombies head.
The outbreak begins... To be continued...

He goes out in the open city.
The streets.... Full of chaos
finds a barrack. inside he finds a phone.
Its starts ringing.
Steven: Hello?
Stranger: Hello, I am Charles A. Melding
Steven: So..
Charles: I will offer help because there are suvivors in the city.
Steven: Where the fuck are you?
Charles: I cannot tell you. I am sending a chopper to you location so please stay where you are.
Steven: but.... (Charles hangs up)
Steven: Dam...

Anyone have a desert eagle?

From Charles Point: 7:15 PM
Underground Lab
Charles Weapons: Ingram
Charles: The only way to get out is by the tunnel.
Charles: If I do that I will get killed.
Carl(Friend): I suggest fight our way out...

At 3/21/08 07:11 PM, Shalashaska-1 wrote: OOC: Sorry for huge absence, getting made homeless recently resulted in total loss of internet, what's the story so far and what's happened to my character Sgt Danny's comatose body? I need to update the little flash backs and have him wake up about nowish I think.

((Yeah, you probably could do that now. Jak and Sgt. Danny are at the sawmill with me and my siblings. Just read Jaks post on the previous page, and Sgt. Danny's body is lying against a wall. I'd continue from my part, but I can't think of anything to post right now.))

Francis Lee crouched on the floor of the supply room in a huddled mess, hidden from view. A thin coating of blood and sweat covered his skin. The sleeve of his bloodstained hoodie was torn. He rubbed the bruise on his left cheek, still in shock, unsure of what to do next. What were those things?

His cell phone vibrated. Francis took it out of his pocket and opened it. One missed call and one voice message from home.

Hands shaking, he dialed his voicemail.

Phone: "Francis? FRANCIS? WHERE ARE YOU? Come home NOW, IT'S NOT SAFE TO BE OU- To delete this message, press four. To save it, press fi- "

Francis closed his phone and threw it across the supply room, hitting the opposite wall and landing on the cement floor unceremoniously. He covered his face with his hands and cried tears of agony.

The door to the supply room burst open.

NG account: lilcheeselad
name: Patrick
(age) 14
Location: In a boarded up house.
Weapons: pipe. wooden board. 9mm pistol
Appearance: Short dark hair. red shirt. green shorts. slightly 5foot6 and weighs 150 pounds.
Short bio: Average family in an average town until all hell broke out......

Mother slowly walks down to the kitchen tightly holding the pistol. The rest of the family heres screaming, gunshots, and a loud crash then silence......
Patrick"Oh crap! what was that!"
Father"I don't know, just stay quiet."
*footsteps* *more footsteps*
Patrick"Should we go down and check?"
Father "No stay."
Patrick"Alright"

:Later that night:

Patrick wakes up and decides to walk down stairs, he is half asleep so he
is not being very cautious.
Patrick"What is that!" Patrick sees blood stains and a severed head.

Patrick screams very loudly awaking father.
Father "What!"
Patrick "What is tha-"
Loud roarring and screaming. Patrick and
father and turn around to see a person drenched in blood holding a severed leg.
Patrick and father scream and run back up to the attic and board up the door and lean against it.
After about a half and hour of just sitting in the corner one of the gets up.

The Father slowly gets up holding the pipe and takes out a flashlight.
Patrick "What are you doing, dad?
Father "I need to check the corners and roof for nooks and crannys. We have to be
careful so that none of those things get in."
Patrick "What about mom?'
Father "Umm...son I think your mother might have been taken by those things. At least she is in a
better place now and not in this hell-hole."
Patrick "But, this can't be happing! No! No! No!" *crying*
Father "Please stop son we don't want those things to know that were here."
Patrick *wimper*

((couldn't you have just put that all in one post? >:( it's abuse of the forum, i say!))

A huge monster with a mutilated face crashes through the door.
Father and son "Oh my God!"
The monster devours there bodies and crashes through the back wall jumping into the street picking up the corpses on the sidewalk and eating them.
Later that month, the army drops a nuclear bomb on the state(s) killing everything
and leaves no survivors.

That is the end my characters

(im pretty sure no one allowed him in and im also pretty sure that his story just killed him)

At 3/22/08 07:42 PM, lilcheeselad wrote: That is the end my characters

((You can't just have them die like that. There's a reason it's called "Survival" RPG ;P))

(not only that his story sucked)

At 3/22/08 01:09 PM, Misumena wrote:

At 3/22/08 02:26 AM, Chickidydow wrote: ((Unless there are any objections to it, I'd like to be the one who writes up th aussult on city-hall, of course if there are any (particularly if Bluedragon objects) then I'm in no place to argue against such objections. Just let me know soon since I've just gotten back from Mexico and am ready to write with a lotta ideas all pent up))

Well,Dragon has been absent for quite a while now and the story must continue.Do you really have a good idea brewing?,i'd like to hear it.

((I will pm you a breif outline of my idea for how it should all go down. If you think it will do justice to all the build up to CITY HALL then I will get cracking. If you don't then I suppose we wait for Bluedragon or someone to show up and get cracking.))