Can't wait. Hahaha, Yeah I liked you character a little bit Damaphon and built off that. At least I didn't copy Naruto though xD.
Tomorrow When The War Began: Zombie RP with a twist (Closed/Started)
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Walking into the large and old stadium Vincent Clayton spits on the ground in disgust as he takes his seat. The world wasn't always this way, Vincent could remember a time when people only heard of wars, only had nightmares about them and some even dreamed to prove themselves in war. Now. Now war and conflict is everywhere, people have to fight to survive daily, fight the world just to live, but it wasn't always like this. Once the world's leaders sat and discussed the issues at hand. Now, now they sit in their chairs in the middle of the stadium and argue; now they bicker and fight rather than solve the issues, now they would put on a show to prove to the people that they are at one another's throats just so they will be elected again rathar than do something about the many problems of the city.
To much fighting and not enough people doing what needs to be done.
Vincent didn't usually come to these "meetings" of The Council but they were rumoured to be discussing an issue that threatened the existence of all the Sentient Zombies in the city, in the world, the Humans where coming, coming to take back their city, their world. Finally The Council decide it is time to brooch the subject, "The humans are returning." one would state and fifty others would act outraged. "They have been seen coming out in small parties. They are searching for us." another says, mock fear on his voice. This goes on for another hour and a half, until. . . "We need to know what they intend to do before we can make an informed decision. I move that we send a small party to make contact with these people." Putting emphasis on the word people. "Why? So you can fill the group with your men and have them start a war or worse get a treaty with the humans, to get you weapons and take over The Council? No I say. NO!" all but yells another council member. "Very well, then we shall have a group made that has no allegiances to any group or councillor. But the bigger question is who will lead the group?" asks a fat but powerful, and neutral, man. A large grin grows on the mouth of the man who was responsible for making Vincent a war hero, Sean Newton. He had steered the entire conversation this way and now was his time to strike. Vincent got a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. "Well, we need to have someone who has proved themselves. Someone who has been trust worthy since the start of the Zombie War. Someone who is both capable but level headed. . . The Council calls on Vincent Clayton to lead the brave group of people to scout out both the intentions of the humans and the level of threat that they pose." "O, HELL." Vincent whispers.
Later outside the stadium Vincent and some of the more powerful members of The Council are sitting at an old desk interviewing people for the job. Most are being turned away for their previous behaviour or allegiances to council members. But some do make the cut.
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To much fighting and not enough people doing what needs to be done.
Vincent didn't usually come to these "meetings" of The Council but they were rumoured to be discussing an issue that threatened the existence of all the Sentient Zombies in the city, in the world, the Humans where coming, coming to take back their city, their world. Finally The Council decide it is time to brooch the subject, "The humans are returning." one would state and fifty others would act outraged. "They have been seen coming out in small parties. They are searching for us." another says, mock fear on his voice. This goes on for another hour and a half, until. . . "We need to know what they intend to do before we can make an informed decision. I move that we send a small party to make contact with these people." Putting emphasis on the word people. "Why? So you can fill the group with your men and have them start a war or worse get a treaty with the humans, to get you weapons and take over The Council? No I say. NO!" all but yells another council member. "Very well, then we shall have a group made that has no allegiances to any group or councillor. But the bigger question is who will lead the group?" asks a fat but powerful, and neutral, man. A large grin grows on the mouth of the man who was responsible for making Vincent a war hero, Sean Newton. He had steered the entire conversation this way and now was his time to strike. Vincent got a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. "Well, we need to have someone who has proved themselves. Someone who has been trust worthy since the start of the Zombie War. Someone who is both capable but level headed. . . The Council calls on Vincent Clayton to lead the brave group of people to scout out both the intentions of the humans and the level of threat that they pose." "O, HELL." Vincent whispers.
Later outside the stadium Vincent and some of the more powerful members of The Council are sitting at an old desk interviewing people for the job. Most are being turned away for their previous behaviour or allegiances to council members. But some do make the cut.
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Ok, this is your turn to start posting. Introduce your characters and once we have most or all of the people in then you will have a chance to go back to your hideouts and gather anything you need. From now on all OOC should be in spoilers like this one. And try to use proper grammer, punctuation and spelling. If I or dragon-of-red ask you to do or edit something then please do it. Good luck and have fun.
Grant / Jacob sits in a corner not far away from the Stadium. "I wonder what they're talking about." Says Grant.
"I don't know, i'm not a psychic" Replys Jacob.
They stand up and look at the small puppet on their hand. "Maybe there's a chance we could sneak in and see what they're talking about." Says Grant.
"No, we might aswell stay here and continue to sew this special order from this guy. I don't remember his name." Replys Jacob.
"Okay we'll just sit here and continue to sew then." Says Grant with a sigh added on the end.
They sit down and continue to sew a special order.
"I don't know, i'm not a psychic" Replys Jacob.
They stand up and look at the small puppet on their hand. "Maybe there's a chance we could sneak in and see what they're talking about." Says Grant.
"No, we might aswell stay here and continue to sew this special order from this guy. I don't remember his name." Replys Jacob.
"Okay we'll just sit here and continue to sew then." Says Grant with a sigh added on the end.
They sit down and continue to sew a special order.
Anastasia was waiting in some line, though she wasn't sure for what. She could see several other people in the line with similar equipment to her own, sometimes even better quality Abakans or a Kalashnikov. Before she realized it she was at the front of the line. "Miss, please take the mask off." A woman at the table said. "I, huh, would like very much to be keeping my mask on, please." Anastasia responded after a second. "Not that good with English, heh? What language do you speak?" The woman asked. "I, huh, I know the tongue of Rossii (Russia)." Anastasia replied. "Okay, deary, I'll have someone who knows it to come and talk to you for a moment." The woman signaled a man at a different table to come over, and quickly took his spot. The man sat down and started to ask her questions in Russian, such as if she was part of the political campaign of any of the council men or if she supported one over the other. She didn't even know who the councilmen where, which helped her a lot in getting the job.
"Chto delaet rabotu platitʹ? (What does the job pay?)" She asked after hearing the mission. "Sovet gotov platitʹ, to yestʹ, yesli eto ne konets voĭny. (The council is willing to pay anything, that is, if it doesn't end in war.)" The man responded. "Ladno. Spasibo. Kogda zhe my vstretimsya na missiyu? (Okay. Thank you. When will we be meeting for the mission?)" Anastasia asked. "My svyazhemsya s Vami, kogda Vy, chtoby vstretitʹsya s lyudʹmi, hotya eto budet skoro. (You will be contacted when you are to meet with the humans, though it will be soon.)" The man answered. Anastasia made a small bow to show respect, filled out a few papers, handed them to the man at the table, and waited to be told to go with the team they would assemble.
"Chto delaet rabotu platitʹ? (What does the job pay?)" She asked after hearing the mission. "Sovet gotov platitʹ, to yestʹ, yesli eto ne konets voĭny. (The council is willing to pay anything, that is, if it doesn't end in war.)" The man responded. "Ladno. Spasibo. Kogda zhe my vstretimsya na missiyu? (Okay. Thank you. When will we be meeting for the mission?)" Anastasia asked. "My svyazhemsya s Vami, kogda Vy, chtoby vstretitʹsya s lyudʹmi, hotya eto budet skoro. (You will be contacted when you are to meet with the humans, though it will be soon.)" The man answered. Anastasia made a small bow to show respect, filled out a few papers, handed them to the man at the table, and waited to be told to go with the team they would assemble.
@FalloutForever
1) Everyone can go into the Council meetings.
2) You post your intro after the meeting as you are signing up to be in the group to scout out the humans.
3) You don't have to do this but try and use something else other than 'says' as it can become tiresome to read and it isn't that hard to do. Like replace 'says' with 'asks' or 'states' or something else entirely.
1) Everyone can go into the Council meetings.
2) You post your intro after the meeting as you are signing up to be in the group to scout out the humans.
3) You don't have to do this but try and use something else other than 'says' as it can become tiresome to read and it isn't that hard to do. Like replace 'says' with 'asks' or 'states' or something else entirely.
Vicer searched through the belongings of an unfortunate man. He had been called to help to do some sort of mission, which he was to learn about in this stadium somewhere. But being the opportunist that he is, he decided to do some thievery.
The room was fairly dark, so he could hide easily if needed. He searched through a box, he found some extra ammo, which he grabbed and put into his bag. He moved to another box and found some flesh sitting in there, I could eat this... But it looks off he thought as he looked down at the meat. It was darker than usual and had flies buzzing around it, so he let it be.
He exited the room in a hurry, bumping into a quite large man carrying a rifle. "Hello? What the hell are you doing?" he accused towards Vicer. He replied in his quietest tone, "Oh, um. I was told to meet people here... But I became lost" he chuckled slightly, making it seem like a joke. The man looked at him, but shrugged and directed him towards the opening.
Vicer perked up and waved at the man, saying multiple variations of "Thanks" towards him. As the guard couldn't see his face anymore, a wicked smile spread across his face, Those bullets should sell for a good amount he thought as he broke out into the sunlight, semi confused as to where he was.
The room was fairly dark, so he could hide easily if needed. He searched through a box, he found some extra ammo, which he grabbed and put into his bag. He moved to another box and found some flesh sitting in there, I could eat this... But it looks off he thought as he looked down at the meat. It was darker than usual and had flies buzzing around it, so he let it be.
He exited the room in a hurry, bumping into a quite large man carrying a rifle. "Hello? What the hell are you doing?" he accused towards Vicer. He replied in his quietest tone, "Oh, um. I was told to meet people here... But I became lost" he chuckled slightly, making it seem like a joke. The man looked at him, but shrugged and directed him towards the opening.
Vicer perked up and waved at the man, saying multiple variations of "Thanks" towards him. As the guard couldn't see his face anymore, a wicked smile spread across his face, Those bullets should sell for a good amount he thought as he broke out into the sunlight, semi confused as to where he was.
"...You want me to do what?!" Howard exclaimed towards the council member. "We think you'd be ideal for this; the group would benefit massively from your skills, and you're a more than capable fighter." Howard sighed. "Hah. Fighter, huh? Look, I'm a mechanic, not a mercenary - when you said you had a job for me-" The council member interrupted "But you performed brilliantly during the Zombie War!" There was a cold, dead silence, before Howard replied. "...I lost my face to protect your stupid council - it's a bit late to consider me a war hero. I'm retired and happy now; I'm not going on your mission." The council member sneered, and lined up his glasses with one finger. "How long do you think that happiness will last with a human attack imminent? Think of all the lives you could save, including your own, and all the new things you would come across. Think of it as an ... adventure. When was the last time you even left the city?"
Some time later, Howard agreed. He was right; the humans would slaughter everyone if they didn't do something. He walked outside into the glaring sun, sat on an old, rusty bench and sighed.
Some time later, Howard agreed. He was right; the humans would slaughter everyone if they didn't do something. He walked outside into the glaring sun, sat on an old, rusty bench and sighed.
David jones sat perched on a metal girder which was slightly bent and cracked, high above the stadium floor, looking down at the bloodstained seats and pitch below, whilst sharpening his knife against the rough metal of the girder. "So much loss....," he murmered over the scraping noises of metal against metal.
He jumped down from his perch, sliding his knife back into its sheath in mid-air then landing on the concrete below with a crack from his ankle as it popped out of joint, he hobbled forward a few steps the reached down and popped it back into place and continued walking towards the exit of the stadium, his CheyTac M200 Sniper rifle clinking on his back as he walked.
He jumped down from his perch, sliding his knife back into its sheath in mid-air then landing on the concrete below with a crack from his ankle as it popped out of joint, he hobbled forward a few steps the reached down and popped it back into place and continued walking towards the exit of the stadium, his CheyTac M200 Sniper rifle clinking on his back as he walked.
Is it okay if I talk like This for Grant and This for Jacob?
"I wonder why this person wanted this."
"Probably just so he can look fancy I guess.."
"Yeah, I guess."
Grant / Jacob walk down a dirt footpath towards the stadium looking for a particular man named 'Vincent Clayton' he wasn't going to give him the clothes seeing as he didn't order them. Instead he was going to congratulate him on being the leader of the 'Suicide Squad' as Grant had dubbed them.
"Pretty catchy, right?
"Yes, but there is no reason to tease them, dying for your race is honourable."
"Tell that to the people who died during the zombie war. You remember we weren't a part of that don't you? I mean we were still secure in that god awful asylum when this happened to us."
"Oh yes, that's right. Saint Mary's asylum for the sick. I remember that place well. Rather.. boring.
"What do you mean boring? It was fun. Well.. kind of.."
"It was only fun when everyone died and you started laughing at the misfortune remember?"
"Oh yes I remember that. That was quite funny to see that woman screaming for her life.
"Anyways, shut up now. We have to get to Vincent before he leaves.
Grant / Jacob continue their walk toward the stadium.
Stone Wera said:
You'd have to wait for Joe to get back on dude, shouldn't be too long actually.
Yea, I think I can fit one more in.
Clown tone down the rifle. That rifle is an experimental model and is designed to work with a sniper weapon system so it can shoot up to a mile. I thought you meant something like a Savage 10FP, M24 Sniper or a similar bolt action rifle that is used commonly in police or army work.
I think either I've not been clear or people have misunderstood but your meant to join the group via the interviews. But hey I'll adapt, time for some NPC fun.
Clown tone down the rifle. That rifle is an experimental model and is designed to work with a sniper weapon system so it can shoot up to a mile. I thought you meant something like a Savage 10FP, M24 Sniper or a similar bolt action rifle that is used commonly in police or army work.
I think either I've not been clear or people have misunderstood but your meant to join the group via the interviews. But hey I'll adapt, time for some NPC fun.
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A strangely overconfident man walks up to Jack. "Have you ever considered working for the Council? Have you ever wondered if you have what it takes to earn you fame and fortune? Are you the kind of man who would put his undeath on the line to save his species?" He asks judging Jacks facial expressions. "Speech not working aye? No matter, would you work for money? If so then I have the job for you. Just line up over here and someone will be with you in a second." He says as he steers Jack over to a line and leaves him there as he notices a man coming out of the stadium.
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"You there, yes you, what on Earth where you doing back there?" Asks the over confident man. "Oh, um. I was told to meet people here... But I. . ." Vicer didn't get any more out before the man started talking right over him. "Well not matter. Say have you ever thought of working to save your race? No, well today is your lucky day, I have an offer that you can't resist. Go on one teeny-tiny mission and earn both money and the respect of every Sentient Zombie in the city. Sound good? I know it does, now if you'll come over here then we can sign you up and you will be on your way to wealth." He says in an over extravagant voice leaving Vicer in the line just like Jack.
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Ok, now everyone seems to be on their way to join the group and sorry for any character controlling I may have done, if you had a specific way of joining the group that I may have changed then say so and I will edit this post.
Vicer looked at the large man, "Um, It's better than being killed here" he tried to say, sounding very optimistic for his situation, I know they will find it all stolen, I hope by then I will be long gone... he thinks to himself as he lines up.
He wasn't to happy about the recognition, as a thief, less was more. But they monetary gains apparently offered was enough to intrigue him to stay.
He wasn't to happy about the recognition, as a thief, less was more. But they monetary gains apparently offered was enough to intrigue him to stay.
Okay, i'll speak like that.
"I think that's him over there"
"No you idiot, that's a dog!"
Oh, so it is.
Grant / Hough continue to walk along and look for Vincent.
Thats him though.
Ahh yes, Vincent.
They walk over to Vincent who seems to be in an important meeting at that time.
"Greetings Vincent, I came to congratulate you on being the leader of the Suicide Squad haha!
"Stop being a prick Grant."
"Make me Jacob"
<spoiler=OOC>FalloutForever, don't be such a *****. Don;t quit an entire site since people don't answer a question.
Then complain that they don't treat you with respect after calling them multiple times, a ******, and other demeaning terms.
If you can't handle that, then seriously, please leave.
Then complain that they don't treat you with respect after calling them multiple times, a ******, and other demeaning terms.
If you can't handle that, then seriously, please leave.
Name: Washington
Age: 34
Gender: Male
Appearance: Light build, tall and lanky, very few scars, wears a very military looking outfit (khaki tank top, dark olive cargo pants, big boots good for stomping).
Personality: Protective of his friends and the knowledge of past civilization he's aquired. Comes off as a know it all, sees this "bump in the road" as something only fit to be documented.
Old Job: Librarian.
Current Job: Historian (of sorts), read thousands of books and wrote down a general history of the world in a large book he carries. When he was finished with the history of then he turned his sights on what was happening out there. He documents and takes great care of the knowledge of history and takes his duty very seriously.
Items: A large book containing a history of the world, a bicycle which he managed to build himself (with the knowledge he gained).
Weapons: Spiked brass knuckles, and a .45 revolver with six rounds in the cylinder and six rounds in his pack.
Bio: Woke up with a bad case of amnesia, after spending ten minutes outside he had deduced that the world had been destroyed. He wandered inside a large library where he spent the next years collecting and preserving what little knowledge of the past world he could. He read extensively about a man who formed a free country and won countless battles with small well trained forces and his sharp wits. He renamed himself after him (what with amnesia) and wrote down all he could in a large blank book. When he had finished with the past he decided to try to document the outside world instead. far more dangerous than he expected.
Age: 34
Gender: Male
Appearance: Light build, tall and lanky, very few scars, wears a very military looking outfit (khaki tank top, dark olive cargo pants, big boots good for stomping).
Personality: Protective of his friends and the knowledge of past civilization he's aquired. Comes off as a know it all, sees this "bump in the road" as something only fit to be documented.
Old Job: Librarian.
Current Job: Historian (of sorts), read thousands of books and wrote down a general history of the world in a large book he carries. When he was finished with the history of then he turned his sights on what was happening out there. He documents and takes great care of the knowledge of history and takes his duty very seriously.
Items: A large book containing a history of the world, a bicycle which he managed to build himself (with the knowledge he gained).
Weapons: Spiked brass knuckles, and a .45 revolver with six rounds in the cylinder and six rounds in his pack.
Bio: Woke up with a bad case of amnesia, after spending ten minutes outside he had deduced that the world had been destroyed. He wandered inside a large library where he spent the next years collecting and preserving what little knowledge of the past world he could. He read extensively about a man who formed a free country and won countless battles with small well trained forces and his sharp wits. He renamed himself after him (what with amnesia) and wrote down all he could in a large blank book. When he had finished with the past he decided to try to document the outside world instead. far more dangerous than he expected.