I find it funny that you state not to take control of other's characters, and yet you've done so with Jack quite a bit...kind of irks me
Zombie Apocalypse RPG 2.0 (New characters always welcome)
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Name: Giovanni Merducci
Age: 29
Height: 5' 10"
Appearance: An overweight Italian stereotype, wearing a black suit, tie and Fedora. His hair, naturally brown, is dyed black.
After being a lazy member of the Mob for several years, Giovanni had been called upon by the Godfather, Don Dante. And, after driving 16 miles into Las Vegas, he wasn't sure if it was worth all the effort. He was supposed to off some goons, protect the Vegas boys and make sure they weren't stealing any of his loot. He turned into a nearby parking lot, three of his own Boys waiting. They stood uneasily, like they had ants up their pantslegs. The door of the worn-out Mustang swung open, Giovanni hiding his silenced pistol before stepping out. The three thugs stood, one with an angry look on his face, and stared at him across the parking lot. One nodded to the other, and a faint click. Immediately, Giovanni knew. It was an ambush. The boys had probably been corrupted by the local mobsters, or maybe these were fakes... either way... Giovanni drew the pistol from his tuxedo jacket and cocked it towards the largest of the three.
"Drop the guns." He said hoarsely "Now."
Two complied, their Tommyguns clattering to the ground.
"I said now, you schmuck." He drew back the hammer. "Don't make me say it again."
The last thug didn't move, still holding his hands behind his back...
Age: 29
Height: 5' 10"
Appearance: An overweight Italian stereotype, wearing a black suit, tie and Fedora. His hair, naturally brown, is dyed black.
After being a lazy member of the Mob for several years, Giovanni had been called upon by the Godfather, Don Dante. And, after driving 16 miles into Las Vegas, he wasn't sure if it was worth all the effort. He was supposed to off some goons, protect the Vegas boys and make sure they weren't stealing any of his loot. He turned into a nearby parking lot, three of his own Boys waiting. They stood uneasily, like they had ants up their pantslegs. The door of the worn-out Mustang swung open, Giovanni hiding his silenced pistol before stepping out. The three thugs stood, one with an angry look on his face, and stared at him across the parking lot. One nodded to the other, and a faint click. Immediately, Giovanni knew. It was an ambush. The boys had probably been corrupted by the local mobsters, or maybe these were fakes... either way... Giovanni drew the pistol from his tuxedo jacket and cocked it towards the largest of the three.
"Drop the guns." He said hoarsely "Now."
Two complied, their Tommyguns clattering to the ground.
"I said now, you schmuck." He drew back the hammer. "Don't make me say it again."
The last thug didn't move, still holding his hands behind his back...
Name : Regis Maloney
Age: 42
Height: 6' 0"
Appearance : Broad shouldered and hard-faced, Maloney doesn't play around. Wears a black suit, much like Giovanni's and a white fedora. Bald, Clean-shaven.
He smirked at the mobster across from him.
"You wont have a chance to say anything, Merducci
He drew his weapons, a Rocket Propelled Grenade and a modified Tommygun, getting the jump on Giovanni. He blasted a stream of bullets at him, trailed by a rocket. Meducci rolled, jumping out of the way and behind a nearby building. The rocket shook off into the distance, colliding into a nearby car. With panic, Giovanni withdrew a grenade from under his suit, hurling it out at Maloney.
Age: 42
Height: 6' 0"
Appearance : Broad shouldered and hard-faced, Maloney doesn't play around. Wears a black suit, much like Giovanni's and a white fedora. Bald, Clean-shaven.
He smirked at the mobster across from him.
"You wont have a chance to say anything, Merducci
He drew his weapons, a Rocket Propelled Grenade and a modified Tommygun, getting the jump on Giovanni. He blasted a stream of bullets at him, trailed by a rocket. Meducci rolled, jumping out of the way and behind a nearby building. The rocket shook off into the distance, colliding into a nearby car. With panic, Giovanni withdrew a grenade from under his suit, hurling it out at Maloney.
That just occurred to me too... That was a total accident. I hadn't even thought about it. I've already changed it so that the only part where I have any kind of control is when Jack tells Vinny his name. Sorry about that. I just broke one of my hugest rules.Isaac Dodgson said:
"Get the fuck off me!" Vinny yells at Terrence as he shoves him away. Vinny collects himself and says "I'm sorry. I've been in a lot of situations where I've been grabbed and stabbed. It's not fun to get stabbed. We need to get our gu-" This is interrupted by the gaping hole in the ceiling growing ever larger. "Quickly, grab a gun!" Vinny shouts. He doesn't reach a gun, though. He doesn't have time. This is because a body has just tumbled through the hole in the ceiling and landed on the coffee table.
Name: Steve
Height: 6'1"
Sex: M
Appearance: Above average build, with a stubble covered face. He's hungover, massively pissed off, and he's a dick. Steve works as a lawyer in Connecticut, but he's trying to forget about what happened there with liquor and cheap ladies, so his personal history is muddled.
Just remember: Steve is a dick, he's got a magnum in a shoulder holster, and he is severely hung-over.
Steve walked the streets of Las Vegas questioningly. He needed to find his hotel. It was getting pretty late, and he'd be damned if he was caught up in all the nighttime traffic. Speaking of traffic, Steve hadn't really noticed any cars, or people for that matter.
"What the fuck is this, Delaware?" Steve yelled aloud.
Maybe everybody was inside from the heat and the sun. The god-damn sun, it hurt his eyes and gave him a headache. He really needed to find his hotel...
Just then Steve heard a noise, somewhere from behind.
"Hello?" Steve called out. "HELLO?!?!?!" Steve shouted. "What the fuck is this, hide and go seek? Is anybody out there??!?!"
Steve drew his gun, he was going indoors someplace. Away from the sun, away from the deserted streets. He needed another drink, or a hooker. Or both, He didn't really care. He walked up to the nearest building, The Los Marinaras Bar and Grill, and he opened the door.
"Better not be playing any fucking mexican music in there." Steve muttered.
And walked inside.
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OOC: Can I get an update on the details here? I want to join, but I'm a little confused as to what's going on.
Height: 6'1"
Sex: M
Appearance: Above average build, with a stubble covered face. He's hungover, massively pissed off, and he's a dick. Steve works as a lawyer in Connecticut, but he's trying to forget about what happened there with liquor and cheap ladies, so his personal history is muddled.
Just remember: Steve is a dick, he's got a magnum in a shoulder holster, and he is severely hung-over.
Steve walked the streets of Las Vegas questioningly. He needed to find his hotel. It was getting pretty late, and he'd be damned if he was caught up in all the nighttime traffic. Speaking of traffic, Steve hadn't really noticed any cars, or people for that matter.
"What the fuck is this, Delaware?" Steve yelled aloud.
Maybe everybody was inside from the heat and the sun. The god-damn sun, it hurt his eyes and gave him a headache. He really needed to find his hotel...
Just then Steve heard a noise, somewhere from behind.
"Hello?" Steve called out. "HELLO?!?!?!" Steve shouted. "What the fuck is this, hide and go seek? Is anybody out there??!?!"
Steve drew his gun, he was going indoors someplace. Away from the sun, away from the deserted streets. He needed another drink, or a hooker. Or both, He didn't really care. He walked up to the nearest building, The Los Marinaras Bar and Grill, and he opened the door.
"Better not be playing any fucking mexican music in there." Steve muttered.
And walked inside.
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OOC: Can I get an update on the details here? I want to join, but I'm a little confused as to what's going on.
Name:Craig Hillson
Height:5"8
Age:58
Info:Craig is a hermit who lives in the forests of the northen states(sorry british,don't know any norhten states with forests in)and hunts for his food.He is a vietnam veteran who got the the purple heart and was sent back home.But before he left,he was sworn to secrecy by the C.I.A because of a similar zombie incedent that happend in the forests deep in the vietcong.He came to Las Vegas because he wanted to spend some money and get in touch with the world again.He is also a big patriot and the only time he goes into town is to vote for the Republicans
Apperance:Grizzled and fit,wearing an old camofluaged jacket,similar combat trousers and black workboots.
I heard the shouting before I saw the man.He was walking into a house saying something about Mexicans,that's when the shouting started.I ran to the slightly ajar door,and saw a conflict between a man wearing casuals and a fat man in a greasy apron.Greasy apron man was leaning over a counter trying to bite casual man's face off.I picked up a stool and hit G.A man over his head,no effect apart from him turning around to face me,he had no lower jaw and only 1 eye,I had seen this before,and now it was on the shores of America.
"In the head,hit him in the head!"
"I,m already on it,"came the reply.The things head exploded.All over me,all over casual man.
"Thanks"
"No problem,my names Steve,"
"Craig,pleased to meet you".
Height:5"8
Age:58
Info:Craig is a hermit who lives in the forests of the northen states(sorry british,don't know any norhten states with forests in)and hunts for his food.He is a vietnam veteran who got the the purple heart and was sent back home.But before he left,he was sworn to secrecy by the C.I.A because of a similar zombie incedent that happend in the forests deep in the vietcong.He came to Las Vegas because he wanted to spend some money and get in touch with the world again.He is also a big patriot and the only time he goes into town is to vote for the Republicans
Apperance:Grizzled and fit,wearing an old camofluaged jacket,similar combat trousers and black workboots.
I heard the shouting before I saw the man.He was walking into a house saying something about Mexicans,that's when the shouting started.I ran to the slightly ajar door,and saw a conflict between a man wearing casuals and a fat man in a greasy apron.Greasy apron man was leaning over a counter trying to bite casual man's face off.I picked up a stool and hit G.A man over his head,no effect apart from him turning around to face me,he had no lower jaw and only 1 eye,I had seen this before,and now it was on the shores of America.
"In the head,hit him in the head!"
"I,m already on it,"came the reply.The things head exploded.All over me,all over casual man.
"Thanks"
"No problem,my names Steve,"
"Craig,pleased to meet you".
Things are strange for Vinny now. He has given up his drinking problem, there are two strange men on the couch, and, more importantly, there's a dead body on top of his now shattered coffee table. Vinny doesn't know what to say. This is an awkward situation. He leans over the body in the shattered remains of the coffee table. "Well, he's dead alright." Vinny diagnoses. "No pulse or anything." The zombie's eyes flash open and it's arms grab Vinny's shoulders, pulling him in to rip his neck out. "Help!" Vinny screams.
OOC: I'm leaving the identity of the zombie open so the story can expand.
OOC: I'm leaving the identity of the zombie open so the story can expand.
OOC: Wait, so I'm with Craig now? Plz don't play my character, it just makes this very confusing....
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"Well old man, seems you can use a stool pretty well. And from the smell of your breath, I assume you know where some booze are. That's good, real good."
Steve looked around the building, it was beat up, and hardly anybody was inside the place. And what the fuck just happened anyway? Was the one eyed man some kind of junkie? Or was he a zombie, one of those Hollywood zombies that you see in the flicks... Steve didn't care, if there were more of them, he knew how to kill them, and with this old man to help, hell, Steve could practically smell how close the booze were. But then again, it could have just been the old man.
"Okay...Craig. I'm gonna go looking around here for some booze and maybe a weapon of sorts. Then we can get about to finding what the hell is going on here. My travel agent is gonna get a lot of shit for this. 'Summer's the best time to visit Las Vegas' my ass."
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"Well old man, seems you can use a stool pretty well. And from the smell of your breath, I assume you know where some booze are. That's good, real good."
Steve looked around the building, it was beat up, and hardly anybody was inside the place. And what the fuck just happened anyway? Was the one eyed man some kind of junkie? Or was he a zombie, one of those Hollywood zombies that you see in the flicks... Steve didn't care, if there were more of them, he knew how to kill them, and with this old man to help, hell, Steve could practically smell how close the booze were. But then again, it could have just been the old man.
"Okay...Craig. I'm gonna go looking around here for some booze and maybe a weapon of sorts. Then we can get about to finding what the hell is going on here. My travel agent is gonna get a lot of shit for this. 'Summer's the best time to visit Las Vegas' my ass."
Name: Joe the Zombie
Age: ???
Description: Cold and clammy, Joe is a member of the undead hordes in Las Vegas. His favourite pastimes are brains, eating brains, and devouring brains.
Joe grabbed the chubby brained one in his hands. He wanted the brain...Stupid brained ones, holding their brains where he can't get them. Joe knew other zombies were close, and he wanted this brain for himself. He reached towards the head of the chubby one, and opened his mouth...
"BRAINSSSSSS!"
Age: ???
Description: Cold and clammy, Joe is a member of the undead hordes in Las Vegas. His favourite pastimes are brains, eating brains, and devouring brains.
Joe grabbed the chubby brained one in his hands. He wanted the brain...Stupid brained ones, holding their brains where he can't get them. Joe knew other zombies were close, and he wanted this brain for himself. He reached towards the head of the chubby one, and opened his mouth...
"BRAINSSSSSS!"
I don't know what I thought of this guy,he obviously had a big hard-on for booze and he looked like he wasn't a stranger to hookers either.He said something about getting a weapon of sorts even though he had a pretty large hand cannon and it looked like he could use it.I heard distant moaning.
"They're coming down the street,quick follow me,"I said,We headed out the back door.
"They're coming down the street,quick follow me,"I said,We headed out the back door.
OOC: You know, I kinda assumed you guys were together since both posts involved complaints about Mexican music, and Voodoopig's post clearly states that Steve is with Craig. Anyway, the list has been edited so it only gives your location.Canadianwookie said:
OOC: OK............
The zombie pulls Vinny closer. His hand gropes until it grabs a pistol. He presses the pistol against the zombie's eye socket. He squeezes the trigger. Vinny is splattered with blood and parts of what used to be an eyeball. He pulls himself up from the dead body. "Thanks for stepping in, guys!" Vinny angrily yells at the two men on the couch.
The zombie pulls Vinny closer. His hand gropes until it grabs a pistol. He presses the pistol against the zombie's eye socket. He squeezes the trigger. Vinny is splattered with blood and parts of what used to be an eyeball. He pulls himself up from the dead body. "Thanks for stepping in, guys!" Vinny angrily yells at the two men on the couch.
I ran out the back with Steve,
"C'mon this way" I shouted,I knew their would be more,attracted to the noises of the fight scene,we ran down the street until I heard a loud bang and shouting.It was coming from an apartment block,the window was open and so were the curtains.I saw a man in a white hat involved in a struggle with a Z.That's what we used to call them back in 'Nam.Steve and I ran towards the building.I heard a pistol shot.
"C'mon this way" I shouted,I knew their would be more,attracted to the noises of the fight scene,we ran down the street until I heard a loud bang and shouting.It was coming from an apartment block,the window was open and so were the curtains.I saw a man in a white hat involved in a struggle with a Z.That's what we used to call them back in 'Nam.Steve and I ran towards the building.I heard a pistol shot.
OOC: Don't tell me what to do!
Vinny goes out to the balcony and cleans himself off with a towel. What is going on? Vinny thinks to himself. He looks at the zombie-laden street and sees two men running toward the front entrance. "Hey! You still alive?" he shouts to the guys in the street.
Vinny goes out to the balcony and cleans himself off with a towel. What is going on? Vinny thinks to himself. He looks at the zombie-laden street and sees two men running toward the front entrance. "Hey! You still alive?" he shouts to the guys in the street.