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tbt is just a nickname.
Something moved in the shadows and stopped.

At 7/12/06 01:38 PM, reviewerpikmin wrote: tbt is just a nickname.
Something moved in the shadows and stopped.

((You don't get it. You simply do not understand. Your post must have Content. Something must Happen in your post. Something moving in the shadows, then stopping, isn't building on the story in any way. You simply don't know what we want here, and all you're accomplishing is spam. Now, your one and only warning. I enjoy this club. I will not have it sullied by crappy one-liners that do not build on it, and just waste space.))

((Get the fuck out, or I'm contacting a mod. YouLose! Good Daysir!))

As Joseph continued his pursuit, he finally pegged the zombie on the machine gun four times in rapid succesion, causing him to fall off. However, his rifle clicked empty, and one cannot reload on a motorcycle. Swearing, he swung it around his shoulders, and brought out the schimitar again. If you would've saw Joseph, one would've been frightened.

His Kevlar vest and uniform were tattered in many places, and blood, both his and various zombies stained different parts. He had discarded his helmet a long time ago, and his hair was wild. His face was dirt stained, and his eyes were bloodshot. Putting that image on a motorcycle, and swinging a schimitar, and if the zombies weren't already dead, they'd be cringing.

He drove alongside one of the escort cars, avoiding their pathetic attempts at ramming him, and drove the schimitar through the window, killing passenger and driver. He pulled his sword out, and veered away from the now spinning vehicle. He drove up to the technical, and jumped on the back. His motorcycle collapsed in the background. He swerved the machine gun, and opened fire.

HIs bullets caught LD's truck in the wheels, and it spun out. Joseph turned his attention to the truck he was on, spraying bullets into the cabin. Groans and splats of blood were his signs of success. Leaping from the truck, he once again pulled out the sword, and approached the truck.

Already outside was Lord Douchebag. "You lose, my Lord." said Joseph, pointing his sword at him. "To the contrary, General Green. It is You that has lost." As he said this, dozens of zombies, including Christine, his wife, surrounded him.

At 7/12/06 01:38 PM, reviewerpikmin wrote: tbt is just a nickname.
Something moved in the shadows and stopped.

((... okay, but Where? Your damn name could be tim... or bob.... Or turok for all i care. Just have a name, make a paragraph saying what you did, what happened, blahblahblah, I doubt you even read these comments to you. Why are you stuck with tbt? what the FUCK does it stand for??))

((Go bug other people with your TBT and your canon or c4 or w/e your weapon is now.))

the squad piled into the van with zeke driving and sean in the passanger seat,the rest of the squad were in the back ready to shoot passing vehicles.zeke put it into gear and they were on their way down the moterway.

the undead looked at them from their vehicles and tried to ram them.this did not put them off.zeke steered left crashing into a vehicle and making it shoot of the side of the road and toppling over.nick and nadia were shooting at zombies on the other side aiming for the drivers.they took four vehicles down this way.

there was a problem up ahead.the zombies had made a roadblock to stop the squad getting past.zeke had to push the brakes hard,but they had been cut.zeke swerved trying to slow down but the vehicle flipped over.everything went slow in zekes eyes.he saw hisw whole life flash in front of him.his birth,him growing up,the death of his parents,this invasion they had lost so many friends over.zeke didnt fear death any longer.

zeke thought to himself.

zeke:death,is the end of one adventure and the start of another.

the car came down with a crash on top of its roof.luckily everyone who was in the back jumped out and rolled before there was any serious injury.sean was dazed but was amazingly alright with just a few cuts.he climbed out of the wreck and met up with the others.

nick:where's zeke?

sean:he's gone.

nick:he cant be?

the group ran to the vehicle and there they saw zekes lifeless body laying there.

nick:dammit

sean:he have to get him out of there.

suddenly zeke opened his eyes and got out of the vehicle leaving the group shocked.

sean:how are you still alive?

nick:you were dead.

nick:how can something die if it is already dead.

nick:what the hell are you talking about?

zeke:i guess i'm lucky.you could say i can cheat death.

sean:this day gets weirder.

zeke was just putting his dislocated shoulder back in place.

zeke:shit,that hurt

nick:so you are human,you feel pain.

zeke:we have to meet up with joseph. come on

and this is when the group ran towards the blockade rady to fight until they completed their quest or died trying.

NG Account: HandGrenader
Age: 13
Character Name: Spelldolf The Great
Character Age: 98
Characters Place: The small wood/forest east of main town.
Weapons: A staff with a replicer of a Eagle on top, a long sword and spells: Energy Comit, Dreadful Blaze, Icy Sculpter and training for more.
Brief bio: I was 78 when i started to become a Wizard, i had to see the lord of all wizards, Lord Frescio The Elder. He used up 2.30 hours of his spare time to make me into a wizard, he had said to me, "You are a VERY powerfull man, seeing as you want to become a wizard i will make you into one." 2.30 hours later i started to feel younger, more energetic and powerfull. He then said to me after that "You should train, train lots more. You may think you are powerfull now but you must prepere for the invasion i seek ahead." I thought about asking him, what invasion but i took his word for it and i train much more. and for the other 20 years after that fasinating experiance i thought to myself "I must find myself a favourite spot for training.", and thats when i started training in the forest. I started off small and made my way up gradually. I started with bats at night and birds in the day because they are both fast creatures and i had to train for all weather and times of the day. Now i am training at the Zombies and Night Spirits, and now at the age of 98 i belive i am powerfull enough to take on the invasion!

At 7/12/06 04:32 PM, HandGrenader wrote: NG Account: HandGrenader

((You make me sad. There will be no magic spells in this RPG, nor shall there be 98 year old men living in the forest. Come up with a better character, or I shall taunt you a second time.))

I forgot
Apperance: Long green hair, brown/baige robe, black cloak, brown/baige wizards hat, range boots. skull earings and a pet wolf.

My character is fine, wizards are great. im not going to waste my time writing that my character is a GaNgStEr, thats chav stuff.

At 7/12/06 04:37 PM, HandGrenader wrote: I forgot
Apperance: Long green hair, brown/baige robe, black cloak, brown/baige wizards hat, range boots. skull earings and a pet wolf.

((You also seemed to have forgotten to read my post. That.Character. Will. Not. Work. ))

(Ohh how fun a 98 year old wizard is gonna save us in modern times from a zombie! Oh wait, thats RE-TAR-DED.))

HEY ILL JOIN

NG account:(Athlas)
Age:(16)
Character Name:(William // Fatal1)
Character age(16)

Area:(A kindergarten. Spraying brains all over pictures of smiling clowns is how I get my rush)

Weapons:(Magnum 44., combat knife, Armalite AR-10 rifle)
Appearance:(Tall, long brown hair, glasses, dark clothes)
Breif Bio:(Study)

At 7/12/06 04:40 PM, HandGrenader wrote: My character is fine, wizards are great. im not going to waste my time writing that my character is a GaNgStEr, thats chav stuff.

((A.) This is 2006 you dumbass. That means no magic.
B.) Our characters aren't 'gangster', nor would we want them to be.
C.) Your wasting our time by writing at all if you can't get with it.

I am this close to losing it, due to people who can't type, or role-play like sentient beings. Oh, and welcome, Athlas.))

Nick charged with the rest of the group towards the zombies barricade. They were all yelling at the top of their lungs as a release. Any human defenders would've been scared stiff the way they charged like a bunch of gun-wielding maniacs. Unfortunatly, the zombies couldn't feel fear, but the Last Stand Squad was past any fear at this point, running on pure adreneline.

Nick pointed his shotgun at the first zombies he saw and blew it's face off. He jumped on a car hood, slid across feet first, and kicked a zombie to the ground, finishing it with a swing of the shotgun stock. He turned to his left and began systematically dispatching the zombies. He heard the rest of the group making war on the bastards as well.

Nick shouted "C'mon you fucks! I'll show you what happens when you fuck around with a few determined people!"

Hurok was Combating zombies with only one arm. A couple were coming towards him and he went to shoot. Sadly the gun jammed.

Hurok: Ohh... shit...

Hurok picked up a decent sized rock with his one arm and threw it. Killing one zombie with a lethal hit. The other three zombies were coming at him. Hurok pushed them over with strength that he never knew he held. Hurok took this oppurtinity to bring his foot down on two of the zombies faces. the fourth and last zombie stood back up and was approaching him. Hurok picked up a peice of wood and brought it down onto the zombies head, Dropping it.

((I agree with you Bluedragon, people like Magical-fucking-wizard and TBT piss me off so much.))

((at least there are still some sensible people like athlas.welcome to survival rpg.hand grenader if you dont act serious,LEAVE.this goes for reviewer pikmin as well.))

zeke ran at a group of zombies that had just got out of a car.before the last one had got out of the car zeke jumped and dropped kicked the door crushing the zombies legs.he then took out his duel handguns and fired into its face.leaving the body hanging out of the car.zeke started firing rounds into the zombies around him letting the bodies fall and pile up.

zeke:the birds will eat well today.

zeke called to the others to look for a weakness in the barricade.nick spotted one.a lorry with the trailer having a giant hole in it.there was a problem,zombies kept piling through it.the group were starting to become surrounded.this was their only option.the group ran to the lorry killing as they went.but the ground started to shake.suddenly the lorry blew up.leaving bodies everywhere and knocking the group of their feet.what they saw stunned them,a giant creature with a mask covering its deformed face.it had a rocket launcher in its hands.

nick:well at least we know how the lorry exploded.

the giant fired a shell at a car near the group,throwing shrapnel everywhere and wounding some of the squad.

zeke:we have to take it down.
nick:with you every step of the way.

the group ran towards the giant ready to ddestroy it with and anfer.

Joseph looked around, at the number of zombies, and ran over his situation. He was tired. His rifle was unloaded. His melee weapons: a Schimitar and a combat knife, which he dual wielded. He was surrounded, and outnumbered 12 to one. LD laughed. "No matter how you look at this situation, you cannot win. Give in. Join me, and lead my soldiers into battle, and you will be rewarded!"

Joseph looked back at him. "No. Kicking your face in is the best reward in the world."

LD made towards Joseph, then stopped. He waved the zombies foward, and as one, they moved foward. "Wait!" he commanded. They stopped. "I have a better idea for our reluctant General." The crowd parted, and through it came Christine. "Hello, darling." she said, as she twirled an axe absentmindedly. Joseph stiffened, and said, "Don't call me that. Only my wife can call me that."

"Oh, that hurts darling. I am your wife." she taunted. Joseph said nothing, so she continued, "Remember all the wonderful times we had together? I loved you, you loved me..." Joseph interrupted, "NO!! Shut up! You are not my wife! You are not Christine Green, you're a monster in her body. And you don't deserve it!" With that, he brought his sword down, only to be met by her axe.

"Well, it appears my Lord was mistaken. Looks like I'll have to kill you." She pushed, harder than Joseph thought a zombie ever could, and he stumbled backward. She attacked again, and he blocked with the iron knuckle part of his knife. It still cut his fingers, but better than getting cut in two. He answered with his sword, and she sidestepped. They went back and forth like this for a while, then they both met, sword and knife clashing against axe. They struggled back and forth.

She won again. With inhuman strength, she pushed him back, and got a nasty cut down Joseph's left arm. Joseph took it without flinching, and delivered a powerful kick to her chest. She stumbled back a few paces, and said, "You're holding back, aren't you? Sure you don't have feelings for me?" She attacked again. "Damn. She's a lot tougher than normal zombies. A kick like that would've taken out anyone else."

He ran at her, prepping a powerful swing with his sword. She prepared for impact...an impact that never came. He juked to the left at the last minute, and sliced through the ring of zombies. "Get him!!" shouted an infuriated LD.

At 7/13/06 01:30 PM, rayzerblayze wrote: ((at least there are still some sensible people like athlas.welcome to survival rpg.hand grenader if you dont act serious,LEAVE.this goes for reviewer pikmin as well.))

((Thanks!!! Could someone tell me if there are any rules besides the absence of magic and keeping communication to a minimum? I've read a couple of posts, so I'll give it a go. Any suggestions or remarks are welcome, and I'll make sure to keep them in mind while writing future posts.))

The time is 11.23 PM. The sky is dark, the classrooms' lights have long since been dimmed, and the ever-present possibility of sudden death is ever as hard to cope with.

Like any night, William is risking his neck in the infested area of St. Gloria, a school that has been abandoned for...gods, had it really been that long since it all began?

While patrolling the school ground, William is suddenly surprised by a disturbance in the shadows. A loud noise, as if a gun was fired. He immediately raises the Magnum 44. he had been eagerly holding in his right hand. He cautiously inspects the direction the noise came from, but finds nothing there. Basking in tranquillity due to his many years of experience with combating these creatures, he slowly turns around. Nothing there either. Still holding his weapon in front of him and aiming down the sight, he slowly rotates; ready for any creature that threatens him. Sensing something, he pauses. Had he heard footsteps, or was his mind playing tricks on him? His question was immediately answered by an incoming creature that leapt towards him. He smirked: he didn't even have to aim; it jumped right in front of him.

*BAM*

The gunshot echoed through the dark. The creature instantly collapsed. Young William may be, but he fights with the best of them. The echo vanished, but was replaced by something else. Something was wrong. VERY wrong. It was as if a breeze of whispers set forth from the dark. He heard movement in the building. Something was out to get him, and he wasn’t going to wait around to find out what it was. Slowly but surely, he backed down to the gates. His job was to make sure none of the creatures showed their faces outside the school, not fighting of the entire threat by himself. He constantly checked all directions, ready to fire at anything that moved. The noise thickened. They were amassing, he could feel it in his bones. He had to get out of there. Fast.

Sadly, some of the hosts didn’t agree with him. Two more creatures jumped at him.

*BAM* *BAM* *BAM*

As if they were surprised by he sudden noise, they halted. Their faces cramped, and they fell over. After taking a moment to calculate the risk, William reloaded his weapon. The approaching footsteps grew larger in number. He had officially run out of time, if he wanted to get out of there alive, it was now or never…

((To be continued…))

The sound of footsteps merged with the howls that rose in the area ahead of him. William quickly turns around and runs. And not a moment to soon either; red eyes glowing in the dark appear all over. As if murdering William was their sole purpose of existence, the faster species begin the chase. Roaring with rage, the beasts close in on him. Knowing full well what would happen if the beasts were to capture him, he jumps through the gate, rotates 180 degrees, and fires his weapon.

*BAM* *BAM* *BAM*

He hears two of the four beasts chasing him wrawl in pain.
Simpering, he regains his feet and says: “Sorry about that…”

But he cheered too soon, as others replace the ones that fell. Without even considering the possibility of losing hope, he quickly decides which direction to head for, and hightails towards it. Panting in pain due to the cramps in his left leg, caused by an old wound, he acknowledges the fact that he isn’t going to make it. For a moment, that thought makes him sad, but it is instantly replaced by something else. Dismissal. Suddenly he realises that, for some reason, he doesn’t care whether or not he is slain, as long as he gets to take as many of his murderers down with him as possible. Being confident that his decision is for the best, he turns around to face his foes, hastily reloads his Magnum 44., draws his combat knife, a SOG5 ‘Tigershark’ 9” stainless steel blade, and prepares himself for his final moments.

Every muscle in his body is steaming out of anticipation, every vain in his system is pumping adrenaline. All of a sudden, he realises that he has forgotten something: his collection of M61 fragmentation grenades hanging from his belt. He smirked; when he reached the point of no return, he would go out with a bang…

William had expected the beasts to tear him apart seconds after halting, yet somehow, he was still standing. And for some reason, he could no longer hear them.

“Strange…”, he mumbled.

But the words hadn’t left his mouth yet, when one of the beasts appeared right in front of him. Apparently, he was awaiting his brethren to join him, not realising that was the final error of his undead life.

*BAM*

A shiver goes through his body, and his last breath flows from his lungs. That was one less to worry about.

Looking forward to meeting the others, William’s final moments draw ever closer.
Thirty yards ahead of him, he hears the others closing in on him. Apparently, he had been running faster than he thought he had been.

“Damn”. Was all he could say. He had made the wrong decision.

But then it hit him. He was standing right next to a car with the key still in it. Without a moment to lose, he jumps at the car, knowing full well it is his only chance of survival.
William sits down in the driver’s seat, starts the engine, and of he goes. And not a moment to soon. He hears two objects colliding with the back of the car. The beasts’ final effort to recruit them among their ranks…

((To be continued…))

((Update of my very brief bio: After living a miserable life with his parents, William ran away from 'home', as his parents dared call it, when he was 11 years old. after that, he snuck aboard a train headed towards the city where this RP takes place, where he was allocated to a foster family, after thoroughy searching for the boy's parents for a couple of months. The fact that he had ceased to speak the day he had fled, complicated things gravely for social services. After spending 5 months with his new, caring, family, his voice began flowing from his mouth again. He went to school again, and life was prosperous. Untill the day 'they' came. His fosterparents were among the first to fall. He was only 15 when it happened, and has been fighting against his past and the murderers of his newfound flesh and soul ever since.))

((Sorry 'bout not posting for a long time, I was in the hospital for foot surgery. We're still in the warehouse, right? Welcome Athlas, Reviewerpikmin and Mr.Wizard, get the fuck off the internet.))

Keith was slicing through zombies like a hot knife through butter. Suddenly, he stopped. His eyes widened as he saw something no one should ever see. His father, all zombified. Half of his jaw was missing, and his intestines were hanging out of his stomach.

"D-dad?! What the fuck did these things did to you, how did they get in? The house was fucking barricaded!!" Keith screamed at the top of his lungs, as tears filled his eyes.

His "father" slowly lurched towards him stretcheding his arm out for his son. He moaned a moan that sounded like Son. Keith fell to his knee's and dropped his katana. It kept moving towards him, and kept moaning. It grabbed Keith, as he thought about all the good times they had together, but then...the bad memories started flooding his mind. Keith's eyes filled his emense rage, and he headbutted his father in the chest, and he stumbled back.

Keith grabbed his katana and stood proudly, then going into an offensive stance. He charged at the zombie, unsheathing his sword, and making countless slices at the man he once called father. Keith was covered in blood. He sheathed his katana, and the zombie fell to peices.

((Sorry if I'm breaking any rules or something, but could anyone tell me how I've been doing so far? After reading my posts a couple of times, and than reading others, I'm getting the idea I lack the imagination, inspiration, and most of all, knowledge of English grammar and vocabulary to actualy make this work : ( ))

At 7/13/06 07:14 PM, Athlas wrote: ((Sorry if I'm breaking any rules or something, but could anyone tell me how I've been doing so far? After reading my posts a couple of times, and than reading others, I'm getting the idea I lack the imagination, inspiration, and most of all, knowledge of English grammar and vocabulary to actualy make this work : ( ))

((No rule breaking I'm aware of is going on. And your post quality is fine. If you're looking at Blue-Dragon, rayzerblade and I, that's to be expected. We've been doing this for a while, we're bound to get good at it.))

At 7/13/06 08:09 PM, HitTheTarget wrote: ((No rule breaking I'm aware of is going on. And your post quality is fine. If you're looking at Blue-Dragon, rayzerblade and I, that's to be expected. We've been doing this for a while, we're bound to get good at it.))

((Thanks, that's a relief. I'll try to keep it up than.))

At 7/13/06 07:00 PM, -Sykes- wrote: (( We're still in the warehouse, right?))

((No, we left the warehouse a little while ago, now we're combating a big-ass zombie with a rocket launcher.))

Nick barely felt the shrapnel razor past his right calf, leaving an ugly gash. Blood flowed freely from this new wound. Nick pointed his shotgun at the rocket-zombie's right knee. He pulled the trigger and blew out its kneecap. It sank to its left knee in pain.
Nick called over his shoulder, "Finish this fucker off! I'll go help that suicidal soldier of ours."

Nick sprinted up to where Joseph was locked in mortal combat with another zombie in a make-shift ring, made up of more zombies. A man Nick assumed to be LD stood of to the side. He appeared to be enjoying every minute of the struggle. When Joseph managed to get free of the zombies, LD screamed for them to get after him. Nick fired off a round of his shotgun into the mass of zombies, felling two and attracting the attention of everyone in the immediate vicinity.

"Hi," said Nick with a huge smile to a dumbfounded Joseph, "care for some back-up?"

Hurok had gotten his pistol fixed and started shooting at zombies. after 9 shots he magazine was empty. He took it out and threw it. He got anothor magazine out of his pocket and loaded his gun. Hurok lifted his weapon up and shot once. It hit a zombie in the face. Hurok went to shoot agian when zombies spilled over some cars six feet to his left. Hurok didn't notice this and keep shooting. The group of zombies grabbed Hurok his left. Hurok freaked and tried to shoot at them. He missed and hit arm ((Which is broken)) . Hurok fell to the floor from the pain and screamed out for some much needed help.

((I have a feeling this story is going to end soon.))

With screaming tires, William set off, leaving a trail of smouldering asphalt and the scent of molten rubber in his wake. It had been a close one, but he had made it. He grinned.
But his relief didn’t last long. A noise suddenly sounded behind him. It sounded as if two metal-like feet were clutching on to the roof. Surprised, William hopped up 2 inches or so from his seat. He immediately checked his driving mirror. “Odd”, he thought, as he couldn’t see anything that might have caused the noise. But like a shot, his thought was negated by the drooling image of a zombie-dog leaning from the roof, looking at him.

The road he had been driving on to that point, had been clear of obstacles for the main part, but the street he was approaching now was strewn with rubble and torched wreckages. “Excellent”, was his first thought, and he smirked. He built up speed, and approached the obstacles up ahead faster and faster. When he reached the first wreckage, he steered as sharp as possible, dodging the obstacle and resulting in the car almost turning over. He heard a growl: the zombie-dog had been sent flying. Still turning, he aimed the Magnum he had been holding in his right hand the whole time, and fired at the dog in full flight. He heard a second growl, only this time it was out of pain. William straightened the vehicle, and began steering past the rubble and wreckages, dodging any obstacle he encountered.

After a while, there were less and less items to dodge, and he was able to drive swiftly towards his goal: the underground HQ.

((I think my character has reached a point where he can meet up with another character. Is there anyone volunteering, or should I just keep going like this for a while?))

((Hey, sorry for the double-post, but could anyone bring me up-to-date as to where all the characters currently are and what they're doing? I've been reading this thread for ages, and I'm still not anywhere near to where we are now.))

((guy who is zeke you bloody shot me to pieces lol))

*dante wakes up with a few bullet holes in him he looks around and sees the guy who shot him ((this is zeke im seeing)) he charges at him and punches him the back of the head*

((be serious,strawberry.athlas we are on the moterway so you could meet us there and save our asses if you wantand blue dragons right you are doing some good posting so far so dont feel that you have to beat us.we hae been posting since the beginning..and no this story will not be oer soon,not if i,hit the target or blue dragon have anything to do about it.))

zeke sasw nick run to help joseph.zeke looked at the now crippled giant.this was his chance,he grabbed his knife from his pocket and threw it into the torso of the giant.he then ran at it lunging for the knife and pulling down on it leaving a huge slash on its torso.the monster still alive but losing blood and sense started approaching him.zeke grabbed his rifle and fired at close range right into its skull letting the body topple backwards.

the group saw the giant body on the floor and started to run to nick and joseph,leaving no one behind.

(oki doki)

*dante walked a few miles before noticinga huge creature collapse it was tiny compared to dante he walked over and saw a few humans he roared at them wanting a fight*

((this is gonna be interestig heh heh))