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((I really like Newgrounds blue theme.To be honest,i really cant remember how i found NG.I think i was playing a game at the time and saw the link to NG so here i am!

Hey should we have Time-Based Events?Like when its december and zombies are moving slower coz they're dead and have no heat.But that also means they are a lot harder due to the cold.

Anyway, i dont want to continue my character coz im out of ideas and i joined just when u guys are about to restart so just reset and will start from square one..

Wow,i really need to read more books now.My english is getting worse..

Should we post a X-Mas special?And do someone have a good gun website?

Im getting desperate here.

Are guns really that important,we will be trying to survive so that means basic weapons like crowbars,hatchets,planks of wood and so on.

Any ideas when we're going to restart.

NG account: Daniel123297
Age:
Character Name: Shane
Character age: N/A (clone)
Area: The park
Weapons: Sniper rifle, silencer pistol, and a overly-dramatic giant sword
Appearance: Blue hair, Tan skin, White shirt with red sleeves, Dark blue ripped jeans and Combat shoes, pupil-less eyes and a robotic arm
Breif Bio: A well trained clone, who is experienced in gun fire, sword fighting, and guile.

At 12/5/07 12:24 PM, daniel123297 wrote: NG account: Daniel123297
Age:
Character Name: Shane
Character age: N/A (clone)
Area: The park
Weapons: Sniper rifle, silencer pistol, and a overly-dramatic giant sword
Appearance: Blue hair, Tan skin, White shirt with red sleeves, Dark blue ripped jeans and Combat shoes, pupil-less eyes and a robotic arm
Breif Bio: A well trained clone, who is experienced in gun fire, sword fighting, and guile.

Um a little more realistic please.

((also for those of you who are wondering who I am, look up the character Nathanial))

At 12/5/07 12:24 PM, daniel123297 wrote: NG account: Daniel123297
Age:
Character Name: Shane
Character age: 17
Area: The park
Weapons: Sniper rifle, silencer pistol
Appearance: Blue hair, Tan skin, White shirt with red sleeves, Dark blue ripped jeans and Combat shoes, pupil-less eyes and a robotic arm
Breif Bio: A well trained fighter, who is experienced in gun fire and guile.

Edited it..........making enough non-quote.......miaw......quack.....Shoo p-da-woop

At 12/5/07 12:08 PM, Misumena wrote: Are guns really that important,we will be trying to survive so that means basic weapons like crowbars,hatchets,planks of wood and so on.

Any ideas when we're going to restart.

Yes.For me,yes.I am a gun addict.I like guns a lot.Maybe i dont use them here but i still look at guns.The fine craftsmanship,the grip,the recoil.All of it seems so nice.

I'm just like Snake when he got all obssesed about a gun in MGS3.But that was really a good gun,if you have that kind of gun,you could survive for a month with only THAT gun!

Every part is customized,the grip,the trigger guard,the groves,sight system,clip button all of it is customized to perfection!

If i have that gun...man....Oh and can anyone imitate Snake/David Hayter's voice?I know Egoraptor can.
But can he speak Japanese like David too?

Anyway,im enough ranting.Just set the date when to reset.Im gonna look around for guns now.

((First off. Yay for shiny Christmas NG. Freakin' yay.))

((Second, there is no set date for the restart. I'm planning to call everyone together to head to Russia for the final showdown where we take down the Bio-Tech Corporation once and for all. I plan to do so using a convient (sp?) plot twist I planted a long ass time ago, thereby proving I have no goddamn life.))

((I would implement it right now, but I'm waiting for HitTheTarget to post because I'm really interested in how he's gonna react to my character "dying" and how he's going to get back to the base with all the killer plants and stuff.))

((After Bio-Tech is done, we all post one final thing about what our characters do with our lives. Then we fill out the form that Skeletor so kindly created when he made this club, easily visible on pg. 1. We make/re-make our characters, get approved by Slap, our official approver guy, then role-play our wittle hearts out.))

((And finally, for a name for our new fictional town, how about we go with "Vanilice City"? (pronounced van-ill-ice) I know it doesn't mean anything, it just sorta came to me. PM/post your answers.))

((Keep up the fight, and please remember: The answers to life's questions will always be known, you just have to keep drinking to remember.))

At 12/6/07 11:02 PM, Blue-Dragon wrote: ((First off. Yay for shiny Christmas NG. Freakin' yay.))

((It hurt my eyes the first time I saw it. :( ))

(( I plan to do so using a convient (sp?) plot twist I planted a long ass time ago.))

((I wonder what it is, I do.))

((I would implement it right now, but I'm waiting for HitTheTarget to post because I'm really interested in how he's gonna react to my character "dying" and how he's going to get back to the base with all the killer plants and stuff.))

((I'm behind on the story. :( ))

(( We make/re-make our characters, get approved by Slap, our official approver guy, then role-play our wittle hearts out.))

((Super omega smily face.))

((And finally, for a name for our new fictional town, how about we go with "Vanilice City"? (pronounced van-ill-ice) I know it doesn't mean anything, it just sorta came to me. PM/post your answers.))

((Heh, Vanilla Ice minus the uh at the end of Vanilla.))

It reminded me of vanilla ice too.

But i'm pretty much screwed,well Zeke is anyway.He and Matthew are the only two left in the Uk and everything else is walking dead and there is no way to get off the island.Also Zeke and his little friend are staring into the dark red eyes of an experiment gone wrong.

I might have to make my own ending.

Is my guy approved?

At 12/7/07 01:21 AM, Slapdamonkeyaz wrote:

((And finally, for a name for our new fictional town, how about we go with "Vanilice City"? (pronounced van-ill-ice) I know it doesn't mean anything, it just sorta came to me. PM/post your answers.))

((Heh, Vanilla Ice minus the uh at the end of Vanilla.))

((I never noticed that. Ah well, it's actually a combination of a couple of town names from Final Fantasy, the Vanilla Ice thing is a complete coincidence.))

((Anyway, quick story recap: World has gone to hell, Zeds gearing up to finish it, the last of humanity has come across the location of where Bio-Tech will be meeting to discuss their final push. We will be sent out to take the bastards out. The Zeds will be leaderless, die off naturally, and then we can all be free and happy and stuff.))

((Oh, and Misumena? Get ready for a rescue!!))

Zeke looked around at the approaching group of Zeds. He was down to his last soldier, his last clip was nearly spent. It looked like this was the end of it all. He looked upwards as if to say a good-bye to his comrades that he never saw again, when he saw something that made him thank his lucky stars, planets, asteroids, and all other manner of heavenly bodies.

A helicopter was flying at full tilt towards the building he was on, warming up its machine guns, it stopped directly overhead, and commenced making the Zeds very sorry indeed.

Once they were killed, the copter touched down on the roof, Zeke and Matthew ran aboard and it took off into the night.

Zeke turned to the pilot, "Thank you so damn much. Now, who are you, how'd you know where we were, and where are we going?"

The pilot replied, "You're welcome. Not important. The general has his ways. Germany. You will be teaming up with the remainder of our forces. We're going to end this, one way or another."

((Apologies for running your character, but I think we need all the help we can get, and I know you want a piece of the action in Russia. If not, then do what you will, and just assume I'm insane.))

((I'll be running the general to brief everyone, just as soon as Target posts. I really wanna see what Joseph has to say. If he doesn't in a little while longer, I'll just run the briefing, as I'm eager to move to Volume 2, Chapter 1.))

At 12/6/07 11:02 PM, Blue-Dragon wrote:

(Heh. That is entirely my bad for leaving you guys hanging. I'm actually planning with this one, not freewriting as normally. I wanted this one to be suitably epic.))

((I would implement it right now, but I'm waiting for HitTheTarget to post because I'm really interested in how he's gonna react to my character "dying" and how he's going to get back to the base with all the killer plants and stuff.))

"Now Joseph, don't turn away. I want to show you what happens when you oppose me. And if you are stupid enough to show your face at the Russian meeting, what is about to happen to Mister O'Reilly here will happen to you."

With that, Imago pulled his fist back and rammed it straight through Nick's chest, right below his heart, a fatal blow.

Time slowed down. Joseph could not believe the scene before his eyes. Everything else went forward as a blur. Only the hum of the helicopter knocked him out of his stunned silence. The silence was replaced with rage.

"I'LL KILL YOU!!!!!!!!!!" he bellowed. He raised his weapon to the helicopter, and blindly blew off his entire clip. The few rounds that did manage to strike the helicopter were easily defeated by the armor. Finally, the clip clicked empty, and he tossed the now useless submachine gun aside. He yanked out his sidearm, and ran after the heli.

He would have, but one of the soldiers held him back. After struggling for a couple of seconds, he turned around, and yelled, "LET ME FUCKING GO!!" The soldier kept his deadlock, saying, "With all due respect, I can't do that, sir."

After a few minutes, all the fight spilled out of Joseph. The whole thing...a trap. A setup. There was no one here. He turned on his radio. "Base, this is Joseph. The target has escaped. Two casualties, repeat, two casualties."

"Captain O'Reily is down. Moving on to secondary objective." He didn't care for the response. He turned to the soldiers, and said, "From this point on, it's your choice whether or not to accompany me. This is something I must do."

Gathering an assault rifle from one of the fallen guards, he was surprised to find the soldiers still with him. When Joseph gave a questioning glance, one of them answered."We're here to fight. Same as you, sir. We're finishing this thing."

Yeh,i can finally add to the story with everyone else instead of making my own on my own.It gets really boring controlling everything,so thanks for the rescue.

At 12/8/07 10:02 AM, Misumena wrote: Yeh,i can finally add to the story with everyone else instead of making my own on my own.It gets really boring controlling everything,so thanks for the rescue.

((What can I say? I kick ass. And Target. Holy-fucking-shit good.))

((Quick Flash update. The main story is done. Now I just have to get the motivation to put the plan into practice. Thank God for my best friend, he came up with a hilarious story based on my premise in about 30 seconds.))

((Anyways, I apologize for what I'm about to do, but this is how I'm gonna pull us all together. After this, your characters are yours for the remainder of the story. We will head to the Russian facility, Fuck It Up (caps are needed for the magnitude of the fucking up that will happen), post an epilogue and then reset the story.))

((Oh yeah, the general's name is Kennedy. I accidently made it Greaves, but it's Kennedy, my bad.))

General Kennedy was not in a happy mood. Imago was still running around and spreading his own particular brand of bullshit around. Captain O'Reilly and Lt. Schuster were dead. The Zeds were launching an all-out war on the entire continent. Europe was quite close to falling. The US and Canada were about all humanity had left after that, and they were at their limits to fight the Zeds in their own borders. With every human death, the Zed population increased. Although a determined person could down quite a number of Zeds before succumbing to sheer numbers, the other nasties had a bad habit of doing the same thing to the human forces.

With most of the world's capitals under Zed domain, humanity's back was up against the wall in their last main bastions of defense: New York, Berlin, Toronto, Ottawa, Boston, Chicago, Washington DC, Moscow. About a dozen more huge capital class cities, and a few hundred smaller settlements were all that was left in civilization's favour. Billions were dead or worse. The world stank of death, all economic factors were destroyed, any form of mass transport that wasn't military was down for good. The government had all but collapsed, all efforts being poured into the military endeavours.

So, General Kennedy wasn't a very happy camper.

He looked up as all the LSS members filed in, all in various states of tiredness and pissed off-ness. ((Note: This is everyone currently in the RPG who wants to go to Russia for the last chapter. If you want in, you're in automatically. If not, then you can RP whatever else you want. ie Maybe go to save a friend or something, no problem.))

After everyone was seating, Kennedy activated the projector, and began his briefing.

"As you all know, time for the human race is short. The Zeds are launching full-scale assaults all over the globe as we speak. The last defenders of our kind will fall in a matter of days, maybe even hours. Something must be done, and done now, before all is lost."

"The data retrived by Lt. Schuster contains the coordinates to a facility in Russia. All the Zed commanders will be there to oversee the final push. It's our job to take them out. If we do, then the Zeds will be leaderless, and die of infighting. After that, we can rebuild our shattered world."

"Every military force left in the world has donated all they can spare to this operation. We expect extreme resistance. Satilite imagery indicates infantry, armour and air, along with bio-engineered weapons. So we must assail with even greater might. The coalition force includes forces from every nation left on Earth that still has a military force, PMCs, mercenaries, police units, security companies, civilian volunteers and many other factions. This isn't the biggest operation ever launched, but it sure as hell is the most diverse and important. We will have air and armour support. It's a damn shame it wasn't near the coast, or else it would be alot easier, our navy is still mostly intact." he shook his head.

"A fair bit of the coalition force is already is transit. We are all moving in a certain pattern so we can all hit the facility together. We are moving out in less than an hour, the helicopters will take us to the airport, then by plane to the operational air base near the objective. From there, we all form up and hit the objective."

"Our goals are elimination only. Interrogation is to happen on-site if needed, and then the interrogatee is to be killed. No one, and I mean no one that is affliated with Bio-Tech is to survive this. They are all controlled by the top brass. Not a one has free will. They will shoot on sight, as should you. Once the main targets are dead, an air force will perform multiple tactical strikes, followed by a bomber flight to unleash hydrogen bombs. Soon after, the area is to be nuked. Nothing is to survive.
But we will not leave a man behind."

"You all have approximately 45 minutes to do what you need to. Take a leak, eat something, get your weapons and ammo prepared. One way or another, by dawn tomorrow, this will all be over."

((Can you feel the excitement building? It's time to end this. Pick your weapons folks, it's gonna be one hell of a ride!))

Zeke,Matthew and a lot of other old friends headed to the armoury.Zeke just needed ammunition,he wasn't going to pick a new weapon when his revolver and hatchet had saved him more than enough times.They had been with him so long,he couldn't even remember where he found them.But Zeke couldn't remember much of his former life now,he just wanted it to end.Matthew held his hand tight not wanting to let go,he was scared.Zeke had always been scared,ever since it started.But there was always someone to help him along the way.He was the youngest of the original LSS but he'd proved his worth many times.He was just glad he had friends that beside him in any situation.

Matthew:Zeke.What's going to happen to everyone after the missions over.I didn't really understand what the General said.Whats going to happen to me?

Zeke picked up a box of magnum ammunition and a cloth to clean his hatchet.He grabbed an aid bag as well as a shotgun for close encounters.He handed a pistol to Matthew.

Zeke:Wer'e going to rebuild the cities and countries that have fallen to the Zeds.We're going to become the dominant species again and were going to stay the dominat species.

Matthew picked up some clips for the pistol.

Matthew:But what happens to me Zeke?.My family's all gone.I'm all thats left.

Zeke:There are a lot of people in the same situation as you,many in this room are in the same situation,i'm one of them.But i'll look after you.We'll start a new life.We won't be alone then.

Matthew just looked at the floor,he had only been a part of the war for a short time but to him it seemed a lot longer.He was only a child,but so was Zeke when Deadlock was overrun.It could not have been helped.

Zeke:Lets go get cleaned up Matthew,we'll be leaving soon.

Zeke and Matthew walked down the corridor to the where the services were.Zeke saw Genereal Kennedy up ahead.

Zeke:Matthew,go grab a radio from the armoury then go get cleaned up.i need to talk to the general.

Matthew:Okay Zeke.

Zeke walked up to the general,and didn't bother to salute.He just stared at the general,as if blaming him for everything that had happened.

Kennedy:Zeke,i heard you had some problems in Britain.

Zeke:Thats an understatement.

Kennedy:Don't forget who you're talking to boy,i'm a higher rank you say Sir.

Zeke grabbed the general by his jacket,with his medals and stars on.

Zeke:Don't forget who you're talking too.We run this operation not you because we're the ones fighting.

Kennedy:Alright,yes of course.

Zeke let go of the Generals jacket and walked away.

Kennedy:You shall pay for the lieutenent summers,you will be put in front of a judge for your actions.

Zeke:I'll deal with that after the operation,if we're still alive.

Zeke walked into one of the sleeping quarters after pushing the door open.A bloody handprint stained the door.He threw himself onto one of the buks ans within minutes he was asleep.He didn't bother to xlean up,he'd just get dirty again

((Yeah i have something to tell you guyz.My character is the Deadpool from Marvel type of character.Meaning making breaking-the-fourth-wall type of jokes.Just wiki it if you dont understand.

I watch American movies too much.Chuck and Larry was funny though.Seriously.Go watch it.

Woo hoo!Me in Russia!Do i get to speak Russian?))

2 hours earlier....

In a military chopper to Russia.

Jack-*taking meds*
Kayla-You ok?
Jack-Yeah.Just my asthma.
Kayla-I didnt know you had asthma.
Jack-Thats coz i never told you....*sigh*...What are we doing Kayla?One point we're there then suddenly we're on a chopper to Russia?
Kayla-We have to Jack.There's only a few survivors left in the world.And they need all they help they can get to end this nightmare.
Jack-I wouldnt call it a nightmare though.
Kayla-Why's that?
Jack-Coz i finally killed zombies,got to use a gun,kill more zombies and meet some people who's half as crazy as i am.
Kayla-When you're in this situation,you're bound to be crazy.
Jack-I meant Dimitri and June.
Kayla-Oh..
Jack-You're not that crazy.

Arrival in Russia.

Jack-This is it.The place where Sean Connery played as James Bond.(I really like Sean Connery for the record)
Soldier-Sir!Can you follow me?The General wants to see you!

In the...Uh....Encampment Headquarters?

General-Good to have you here sonny.
Jack-Its good to be here grandpa.
General-Dont call me grandpa.
Jack-Then dont call me Sonny.
General-Fine.Now do you know the reason i called you here?
Kayla-To assist the military against the starter of the epidemic.
General-Thats right.Now,i want you to meet everyone who's involved in this operation.
Jack-Finally,a team members who likes guns!Yes!

Just about to meet the members on the ops.

Zeke-Don't forget who you're talking too.We run this operation not you because we're the ones fighting.(Releases coat and walks away.)
Kennedy-You shall pay for the lieutenent summers,you will be put in front of a judge for your actions.
(Walks past Jack and Kayla)
Kayla-What was that about?
Jack-The general's a bastard thats what.
Kayla-How you know?
Jack-Someone from the other side told me.(Fourth Wall joke right here.)
Kayla-Huh?

((well.Thats it.Thats all i know for now after seeing your posts.))

((I know I'm late to the party, but I would love to join this forum.))

NG account: Jak Fro5t

Age: 13

Character Name: Jak Brooks

Character age: 27

Area: In Russia with everyone else I suppose.

Weapons: Jak at the start of the epidemic, had equired his granpas' M1 Carbine semi-auto rifle ,now, gearing up for the final campain he had made various mods to the trust-worthy gun, such as cutting off and replacing the wooden stock with a hardened steel folding stock, and staining the original maple body with black stain, he also equiped a flash and sound damper (basically a silencer that hides the flash of the muzzle). He also picked up some banana clips that carried 45 bullets ((is this right for normal bananas?)) from the Russian Campains' Armory.

He also used a M1 Carbine semi-auto rifleWalther P99 AS (Anti-Stress) pistol with a large red laser sight and an extended 9mm clip that held 20 rounds instead of 16.

If all fails he also carried a hatchet that had a heavily wieghted head for breaking bones with the flat back of the head, or splitting flesh with the steel alloy blade that sharpened in 2 easy quick swipes of a sharpening stone. The handle was made of maple wood and had many small nitches above the main grip from the zeds he had killed.

Appearance: Jak was an average guy. He was normal hieght for a 27 year old, slightly above average muscular but he was having a hard time keeping the love handles around his stomach away. His skin was only slightly darker than golden brown tanned, though he didn't scar easily he had a wide 5 in. white scar on his right forearm, that ran from his elbow towards his hand, when he was attacked by a phyco with a knife at the beginning of the Apocolypse.

His hair was dark brown, almost black, and was cut short on top, with almost scalp on the sides, so it would be easier to clean if he was sprayed by some zeds' blood. His eyes were also dark brown like his hair, and were always squinted to the point of closed unless he was wearing his pitch-black sun-glasses ( I really do have very light sensitive eyes, sometimes it feels like someones cutting my retnas with a razor and putting salt on them). Above his eyes were his favorite facial feature, his eyebrows, they were thick dark brown/ black, and burly, when he talked he moved them alot and was frequently commented on about how he does ((this is true)). He also kept a short stubble beard that covered the bottom of his face.

Breif Bio: Jak had originally been in an internship as a lawyer, and in his free time he enjoyed posting on forums about zombies, reading, or going to the shooting range with his grandpa. He owned a small apartment, which he found cozy and plain (like himself), he was very busy with school and his small job on the side, but somehow found time to have fun. He wasn't very social but was very loyal to his friends, and as long as someone didn't have a problem with him he considered them a friend, and would have thier back till the end.

((There it is. Hope I can join.))

((Sorry for the double-post, I forgot to add what I wear))

Jak wears regular black S.W.A.T gear that he found and took off a dead S.W.A.T , includeing a face shield on a helmet (he painted the helmet orange so he wouldn't get shot), and some modified chainmail that hangs from the back to protect the neck. He wears the standard Keflar body suit, with leather gloves and old army boots he found in his uncles boot camp duffle-bag that he brought home. Over the Keflar suit he wears baggy black jeans and a black hoody to keep him warm in the cold of Russia (wait is it cold in Russia righht now?)).

((ok I think I covered it))

You actually read whats happening at the moment which is good.Your profile is very well described and i don't think there is anything wrong with it.

So i think its alright if you join.

We will be starting again from scratch,and it will be basicly based only on survival nothing else.So thats good for you.If you scrrew up now you get a second chance very quickly.

I just hope your writing skills are as good as your profile.This will be intresting to see.

So welcome to survival rpg.

Thankyou very much. I'm in the Zombie Survival Guide, so I have to use proper grammer and punctuation, so that shouldn't be hard to cover. I have also been on many other zombie survival RPF's so I think I'm ok at making stories, but that's for you all to decide. My next move will probably be to meet your characters, or should I just act like I was here the whole time?

At 12/10/07 05:08 PM, JakFro5t wrote: Thankyou very much. I'm in the Zombie Survival Guide,

((Zombie Survival Crew, thank you very much.))

At 12/10/07 07:34 PM, HitTheTarget wrote:

((Zombie Survival Crew, thank you very much.))

((Ya that's what I ment lol.

I also suppose I will meet Jack, Kayla, and Zeke right now...))

Jak had been sitting near the back, reading a good book, when he saw a guy walk up to the general and grab him by the collar, once the guy walked away Jak noticed a small group of people talking and decided to meet some of his fellow soldiers, it was going to be a hard fight, and he would need all the friends he could find.

Jak walked over in his ragged and dirty t-shirt and jeans, just in time to catch the end of the conversation...

Jack- the General's a basterd that's what.
Kayla- How you know?
Jack-Someone from the other side told me.
Kayla-Huh?

Jak quickly interjected...

Jak- Frankly if you ask me, that is. The General's not to high on the bright side, actually I doubt he can find his asshole even with his head up there all day as it is.....

Jak thought he could feel them mentally asking "And you are?".

Jak-Oh, wow, sorry, I havn't even introduced myself, my name's Jak Brooks, Jak will be fine.

Jak says putting his hand out.

((Make your move I suppose.))

At 12/10/07 07:34 PM, HitTheTarget wrote:

At 12/10/07 05:08 PM, JakFro5t wrote: Thankyou very much. I'm in the Zombie Survival Guide,

((Zombie Survival Crew, thank you very much.))

((Just out of curiousity, what exactly does that crew talk about, besides zombies and how to survive them?))

((I nearly interjected my character into here, I forgot he was frickin' dead!))

The General glared at the form of Zeke across the snowy plain. That boy had some issues with him, no doubt about it. Ah well, no one ever said tha a commander had to be loved by his troops. Maybe some of this tension will clear up after the battle was won. General Kennedy was trying his darndest to be optimistic about the forthcoming mission, but fuck'd if he could try for more than a few minutes.

He climbed a guard tower and examined his force. It was quite an impressive sight. Languages from all over the globe were being spoken all over the camp. People, guns, uniforms, and everything else from all cultures were evident. This was it. Kennedy was looking at Earth's last, best shot. If they could somehow pull this victory out of their collective ass, it would be finished, and they could all move on. Including those kickass people from the Newgrounds post thread "Survival RPG."

((LOL, breaking the shit outta the 4th wall!! Do we not kick ass? I think we kick ass.))

The General picked up a bullhorn to be heard in all corners of the camp. "Yo listen up!" The conversations died down and everyone turned to look.

"This is it folks. This will be the most important battle of your lives. It will be a battle for your life, for your family's lives, for the lives of everyone left alive on Earth. I've recieved word that the defenders of the last remaining cities belonging to us are close to folding. It's up to us now. We WILL succeed, we WILL NOT fall, we WILL shove so many bullets down the throats of those Bio-Tech fuckwits that they'll be shitting lead in hell for all of eternity! Now, everyone, a moment of silence, then a prayer, for luck for us."

Everyone bowed their heads, in rememberance for those who had already been killed in the attacks, whose sacrifices required courage beyond anyone should have to muster. Kennedy then looked up
and said. "You kids might just know this prayer, it goes like this:

'In the name of God, impure souls of the living dead shall be banished into eternal damnation."

It was repeated by all.

"Amen." said the General.

"Amen." replied everyone.

"Now," the General pulled a wicked looking custom made 50-cal revolver out of his overcoat, and cocked the hammer. "All units please gather up, and listen closely to your leaders. Follow the plan closely, and you will prevail. Would the LSS unit please see Colonel Green. The armoured platoon, see Captian Yurik, Unit B, to Lt.Colonel Hu." The General continued giving directions until each soldier was inside a tent, being breifed by their CO. There was at least 30 units, each between 30-50 men strong. Including the air support which were on stand-by at the base, around 1500 soldiers were prepared to give it one last shot, for themselves, their homes, and civilization itself. They had everything to gain by taking out Bio-Tech for once and for all, and were prepared to give it their all.

Bio-Tech was so fucked.

((For the record, that prayer is from the anime series Hellsing in which they fight the living dead, like us!))

((So, c'mon folks, all together now: In the name of God, impure souls of the living dead shall be banished into eternal damnation. Amen. You don't have to really say it, I just think it'd be cool if we all typed it before we headed out to be kicking the ass and taking the names. Ja?))

((We talk about all sorts of things, well in the area of zombies, movies, plans, armor, weapons, best locations, hell everything, but you have to make a very good survival plan, use GREAT grammer and punctuation or else you will be turned away, and...careful what you say around Lost Chances, he can be touchy at times, but you get used to it, hes an ok guy I suppose.

Oh and is you character JUST the general? Or are you just controling him?

So are all or soldier characters in the same battle group?))

((Alright, all members taking part in the invasion, devote the next part of your story to entering the conference room Joseph is waiting in. I can't move on until you do so.))

((I'm going to bed after this post)

Jak listened intently as the speech died and looked at the people he had just met..

Jak- Hey sorry to be in a hurry, but I'll meet you in the confrence area, see ya in a little bit!

Jak ran off to grab his modified M1 Carbine, slinging it on his shoulder, and throwing the frayed and torn S.W.A.T. uniform over his left shoulder, he put the dented and scratched helmet on loosely, and ran in the direction of the confrence hall, feeling quite frankly, like a ragged worrior about to face off in his greatest battle. This is going to be bigger than all of us he thought.

((Well I did what I could, night everyone.))

At 12/10/07 11:14 PM, HitTheTarget wrote: ((Alright, all members taking part in the invasion, devote the next part of your story to entering the conference room Joseph is waiting in. I can't move on until you do so.))

((Righty.))

Huroks skin had adopted a very unhealthy grey color and he lost feeling, whatever feeling he ever had, in his hands. Duran walked at his side, dirt and blood stained his uniform and face. "Who would of thought. ." Duran said, stopping Hurok. ". . That us, Hurok and Duran Volkeff, would be the ones saving the world." Duran grinned. "And you have quiet a story. My once-dead brother fighting in the Russian army just like his father, grandfather, and great grandfather." Hurok rested his numb hands on Duran shoulders, and leaned in close. His ghastly forehead met Duran's. " 'ur' 'e." Hurok said the best he could. Duran looked at his brother. "I can't do that." Duran said, a quiver in his voice. " 'ur' 'e." Hurok said again. Duran bowed his head. "I just can't do that, Hurok. I wo-" Hurok grabbed the front of Durans uniform, and pulled him into a hug. " 'us' 'o i'." Hurok said, crying if he could. Duran nodded, and let go. "Hey. . where did that Calcos fellow go?" Duran asked, looking around. Hurok shrugged his shoulders.

They started walking again. "Remember when we were children?" Duran said, as they were just at the doors. Hurok looked at Duran. "You smashed your head on a rock and didn't suffer brain damage? I think I understand why." Duran said, smiling. "You're just so god-damn strong headed." Hurok laughed, which sounded like he was choking. Duran laughed with him. "Let's get in there and finish this shit. I haven't had a decent meal in 10 days." Duran said, as he opened the door to the conference room. Hurok quickly put his helmet back on and a bandanna across the bridge of his nose, Hiding his paleness and lack of a lower jaw, and followed Duran in.

((Haha!Somebody finally said my name!Its been so long...I just wanna cry!))

Kayla-Jack!Jack!
Jack-Huh?Whats up?
Kayla-You completely ignored that guy!
Jack-Huh?Oh crap...But it wasnt on purpose!
Kayla-And how just standing there blankly into space while he introduced himself wasnt on purpose?
Jack-Its not my fault!Its these stupid Time Zones!
Kayla-..*sigh* lets just go to the conference room ok?

Conference room.

((Can we control other people's conversations?Or actions.Just asking.))

Jack-Whats the name of that guy earlier?
Kayla-His name is Jak.
Jack-Jack?
Kayla-No,Jack,its Jak.
Jack-So his name is Jack,as in J-A-C-K?
Kayla-No!His name is Jak!J-A-K!
Jack-But you said his name was Jack!
Kayla-No,i said it was Jak!J-A-K!Not J-A-C-K!
Jack-So his name isnt Jack?
Kayla-Yes!No!Wait,is it Jack or Jak.
Jack-Either Jack's sound the same isnt it?
Kayla-Yes,but his name is Jak!
Jack-Okay now you're just being silly.
Kayla-URGH!!

((How long has it been since we had these kinds of conversations?Thank you American movies.))

At 12/10/07 10:31 PM, JakFro5t wrote: But you have to make a very good survival plan, use GREAT grammer and punctuation or else you will be turned away, and...careful what you say around Lost Chances, he can be touchy at times, but you get used to it, hes an ok guy I suppose.

Are you kidding!He's Hitler reborn!I dont know how old he is but he is definitely scary!I wanna join though.I wanna challenge the guy.Let see his zombie IQ meter..heheh..

At 12/10/07 10:31 PM, JakFro5t wrote: But you have to make a very good survival plan, use GREAT grammer and punctuation or else you will be turned away, and...careful what you say around Lost Chances, he can be touchy at times, but you get used to it, hes an ok guy I suppose.

Are you kidding!He's Hitler reborn!I dont know how old he is but he is definitely scary!I wanna join though.I wanna challenge the guy.Let see his zombie IQ meter..heheh..