Zombie Apocalypse RPG 2.0 (New characters always welcome)
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"I think you know what I'm thinking of doing too" he said with a grin. And with that, Adrian started off down the tunnels, looking for the source of the stale breeze in the tunnel. "Anyone want to join me?"
They had been marching us through the streets for a while now, killing the odd zombie every now and then. The zombies seemed rather oblivious to our existence. It was like the Cleaners had some sort of understanding with them. Nah, probably just my paranoid thoughts going off again.
I looked at the Merc, being dragged along by the Cleaners, his considerable bulk being handled like it was a featherweight. He looked pretty out of it, although he was still conscious. He kept reaching for the girl, who was being dragged along side. I realised they must be quite close to each other. Hey, no man is an island. All the people I knew were dead, so far as knowledge serves.
I'm not sure how the hell I survived, when security, soldiers, and scientists alike were mowed down by the hordes. Perhaps I just got lucky.
The Cleaners eventually stopped moving, waiting at some intersection. "What are they waiting for?" I wondered. "Perhaps they're waiting for someone?"
I looked at the Merc, being dragged along by the Cleaners, his considerable bulk being handled like it was a featherweight. He looked pretty out of it, although he was still conscious. He kept reaching for the girl, who was being dragged along side. I realised they must be quite close to each other. Hey, no man is an island. All the people I knew were dead, so far as knowledge serves.
I'm not sure how the hell I survived, when security, soldiers, and scientists alike were mowed down by the hordes. Perhaps I just got lucky.
The Cleaners eventually stopped moving, waiting at some intersection. "What are they waiting for?" I wondered. "Perhaps they're waiting for someone?"
Name: Dervish Rento
Age: 26
Height: 5'6
Appearance: Muscular, ragged dirty blonde hair, torn clothes, hands and clothes covered in blood
Description: Everything was perfect for Dervish: wife, kids, house by the sea. But he lost everything.. his wife, his son, everyone he knew. When the zombie apocalypse came his neighbourhood was hit hard... the only thing he has left to live for is his one remaining family, his daughter. She was at camp when the apocalypse hit and his only goal is to keep her alive even if it costs him his life. He took his sea-plane after escaping his home with only his clothes and a Glock and had a rough landing behind a casino.
Dervish stared at his wife with tears in his eyes, "I'm not leaving you honey..."
His wife was covered in blood clenching their torn-up son, "D-Derv.. you must go.. our daughter needs you.."
Dervish stood up, "But what about you?!"
"It's too late for us..."
Dervish woke up in his plane and fell out the broken door onto the ground, he stood up and leaned against the totaled plane. Dervish rubs his head and looks around. "Where am I..."
Age: 26
Height: 5'6
Appearance: Muscular, ragged dirty blonde hair, torn clothes, hands and clothes covered in blood
Description: Everything was perfect for Dervish: wife, kids, house by the sea. But he lost everything.. his wife, his son, everyone he knew. When the zombie apocalypse came his neighbourhood was hit hard... the only thing he has left to live for is his one remaining family, his daughter. She was at camp when the apocalypse hit and his only goal is to keep her alive even if it costs him his life. He took his sea-plane after escaping his home with only his clothes and a Glock and had a rough landing behind a casino.
Dervish stared at his wife with tears in his eyes, "I'm not leaving you honey..."
His wife was covered in blood clenching their torn-up son, "D-Derv.. you must go.. our daughter needs you.."
Dervish stood up, "But what about you?!"
"It's too late for us..."
Dervish woke up in his plane and fell out the broken door onto the ground, he stood up and leaned against the totaled plane. Dervish rubs his head and looks around. "Where am I..."
Sosa;
I pride myself on being on being one of the first, regular posters in your RP. It was my first, and I will always look back on it fondly. You created a tense atmosphere and gathered a cast of interesting, likable characters that gave the story life, while still allowing it a cool sense of detachment.
However, I'm filled with sorrow at what my views have become towards this thread. As of late, especially since the latest chapter began, I've grown to despise this game and everything about it. The massive influx of new players with extreme trenchcoats and low-quality writing drove me nuts, and when we tried to have intelligent character development, it devolved into mindless zombie-ridden violence.
Which isn't necessarily bad.
However, with the uncontrolled combat system, it makes the combat scenes far less interesting than the character development. The simple fact that these people are in a Zombie Apocalypse should drive AMAZING character development.
Not to brag, but a la Terrence.
I'm rambling. But I'll get to the point. This roleplay has significantly deteriorated over the past month or so. Consider this my formal retirement from this game, and my declaration of auctioning of all my characters.
Here are my characters:
Terrence (PLEASE read into this character first. He's my most developed, and I'd like to see him played well.)
Sara
Grik'Nir (I'd prefer if Sosa took this one, since I feel like he could be useful to building a good story)
But after all is said and done, I do wish this game good luck. Sosa, may your blades never dull.
-Captain Morgan.
I pride myself on being on being one of the first, regular posters in your RP. It was my first, and I will always look back on it fondly. You created a tense atmosphere and gathered a cast of interesting, likable characters that gave the story life, while still allowing it a cool sense of detachment.
However, I'm filled with sorrow at what my views have become towards this thread. As of late, especially since the latest chapter began, I've grown to despise this game and everything about it. The massive influx of new players with extreme trenchcoats and low-quality writing drove me nuts, and when we tried to have intelligent character development, it devolved into mindless zombie-ridden violence.
Which isn't necessarily bad.
However, with the uncontrolled combat system, it makes the combat scenes far less interesting than the character development. The simple fact that these people are in a Zombie Apocalypse should drive AMAZING character development.
Not to brag, but a la Terrence.
I'm rambling. But I'll get to the point. This roleplay has significantly deteriorated over the past month or so. Consider this my formal retirement from this game, and my declaration of auctioning of all my characters.
Here are my characters:
Terrence (PLEASE read into this character first. He's my most developed, and I'd like to see him played well.)
Sara
Grik'Nir (I'd prefer if Sosa took this one, since I feel like he could be useful to building a good story)
But after all is said and done, I do wish this game good luck. Sosa, may your blades never dull.
-Captain Morgan.
Flying-Emu said:
Please don't leave. If you say this is so bad, then you leaving would be like taking one of the shining gems from a rock pile. I may not be the best writer, but that doesn't mean you should rob your writing talent from this thread. Show us how to tap some of said potential, through your posts. And I'm sorry for the trenchcoating, that's just poor writing skill on my part.
<spoiler=Aye>As I feel the same way as the Flying-Emu, I have simply ceased being active in this thread. Perhaps Rayne will return when, if ever, it sorts out. Most of all, this thread served to bring RP'ers together and allow new ones to try it out, and that's utterly invaluable. I mostly joined it to further that interest, and it had the exact effect I intended. Kudos to Sosakitty.
Name: Harold Venison
Age: 48
Height: 5'11
Appearance: Grey haired, bearded. Wears a scruffy janitors uniform, with stains of varying colour down his front.
Description: A janitor at the overrun mall. When the outbreak occured, he and his colleague Colin barricaded themselves in the basement of the mall with enough supplies to last a couple of months.
Harold listened. He was sure he could hear something nearby. He'd heard things before; noises, screams, pleas... but none of them had seemed this close. Could have been his mind.
"What do you reckon Colin?" he asked. Colin didn't answer. He sat staring vacantly at the wall as he usually did.
Harold shrugged, and turned his attention again to the tin of rice pudding he had been eating. "Bland, yucky stuff," he thought. If only Margaret was here, she'd have cooked up liver and onions. That'd have been swell.
CLANG
There was no mistake. Something was coming. He listened. There was a muffled sound of footsteps coming from inside the wall, audible even over the whine of the air conditioning unit.
He picked up Colins old pistol from the table, and aimed at the vent
---
Adrian continued on through the dark passageway, and rounded another corner. Light was shining through a vent. He'd found a way out. He listened. He heard nothing, no moans or screams or sighs of dead things. Nothing. He readied his shotgun, placing his satchel down on the ground. He kicked at the vent, and suddenly felt a sharp pain in his leg. He fell down with a cry.
---
"Gotcha!" shouted Harold. As he started to walk towards the vent, the thing started backing up out of view.
"Don't shoot," a voice cried out in a whimper. Harold stopped. A human voice? The things outside didn't talk. Or did they? He raised the pistol again.
"Stop, don't shoot!" it pleaded again. "We're human. We're alive!"
Harold lowered the pistol. He was 90% sure it was probably safe. He ran over to the vent, and grabbed a hold of the edge, pulling himself for a view of his gunshot victim. A young man lay on the ground, teeth gritted, eyes leaking, sobbing with pain as he fumbled through a bag at his side. Harold got a foothold on a pipe, freeing up his hand so he could raise the pistol. "Don't you try anything now sonny-jim". But the kid pulled out only a towel, and started attempting to tie it round his wounded leg, which was oozing red liquid all over the floor of the vent.
Age: 48
Height: 5'11
Appearance: Grey haired, bearded. Wears a scruffy janitors uniform, with stains of varying colour down his front.
Description: A janitor at the overrun mall. When the outbreak occured, he and his colleague Colin barricaded themselves in the basement of the mall with enough supplies to last a couple of months.
Harold listened. He was sure he could hear something nearby. He'd heard things before; noises, screams, pleas... but none of them had seemed this close. Could have been his mind.
"What do you reckon Colin?" he asked. Colin didn't answer. He sat staring vacantly at the wall as he usually did.
Harold shrugged, and turned his attention again to the tin of rice pudding he had been eating. "Bland, yucky stuff," he thought. If only Margaret was here, she'd have cooked up liver and onions. That'd have been swell.
CLANG
There was no mistake. Something was coming. He listened. There was a muffled sound of footsteps coming from inside the wall, audible even over the whine of the air conditioning unit.
He picked up Colins old pistol from the table, and aimed at the vent
---
Adrian continued on through the dark passageway, and rounded another corner. Light was shining through a vent. He'd found a way out. He listened. He heard nothing, no moans or screams or sighs of dead things. Nothing. He readied his shotgun, placing his satchel down on the ground. He kicked at the vent, and suddenly felt a sharp pain in his leg. He fell down with a cry.
---
"Gotcha!" shouted Harold. As he started to walk towards the vent, the thing started backing up out of view.
"Don't shoot," a voice cried out in a whimper. Harold stopped. A human voice? The things outside didn't talk. Or did they? He raised the pistol again.
"Stop, don't shoot!" it pleaded again. "We're human. We're alive!"
Harold lowered the pistol. He was 90% sure it was probably safe. He ran over to the vent, and grabbed a hold of the edge, pulling himself for a view of his gunshot victim. A young man lay on the ground, teeth gritted, eyes leaking, sobbing with pain as he fumbled through a bag at his side. Harold got a foothold on a pipe, freeing up his hand so he could raise the pistol. "Don't you try anything now sonny-jim". But the kid pulled out only a towel, and started attempting to tie it round his wounded leg, which was oozing red liquid all over the floor of the vent.
I see that my best posters have suddenly decided to leave. At first, I was distraught, but then I remembered that I have an emergency Plan B prepared specifically for the purpose of overflow. It tightens a few old rules, and makes a few new ones.
1) The time that your character can be inactive before going up for auction has been reduced from two weeks to three days. Ian Smith, Jack Wooden, Ethan Magoma, and Allen Tran's creators have 2 days to save their characters before they are auctioned.
2) Auction times have been reduced from three days to one day.
3) If you are banned or suspended for three days or longer, you will be removed from the RPG.
4) Your grammar must be at or above middle-school level. Anything lower will result in your removal from the RP.
5) You must PM me with your character sheet before joining. If it is unsatisfactory, you will not be accepted.
6) First-Person-Perspective characters will no longer be accepted.
7) Players may have a maximum of three characters in the RP.
8) Players may not kill off boss characters as soon as they appear.
9) The policy of relaxed rules has ended, so you may be removed from the RP if you break any of the rules.
10) Anyone that has joined since January 11 must have at least 10 posts to stay in this RPG. Aaron Fry, Josh Ressler, Ryan Longford, John Delduca, and Kaiden Shinji's creators have 2 days to save their characters before they are killed.
2) Auction times have been reduced from three days to one day.
3) If you are banned or suspended for three days or longer, you will be removed from the RPG.
4) Your grammar must be at or above middle-school level. Anything lower will result in your removal from the RP.
5) You must PM me with your character sheet before joining. If it is unsatisfactory, you will not be accepted.
6) First-Person-Perspective characters will no longer be accepted.
7) Players may have a maximum of three characters in the RP.
8) Players may not kill off boss characters as soon as they appear.
9) The policy of relaxed rules has ended, so you may be removed from the RP if you break any of the rules.
10) Anyone that has joined since January 11 must have at least 10 posts to stay in this RPG. Aaron Fry, Josh Ressler, Ryan Longford, John Delduca, and Kaiden Shinji's creators have 2 days to save their characters before they are killed.
I know what you mean. I love this RP simply because it was my first. I know I'm new to the Escapist so I dont want to complain to much but simply this has decreased in quality quite a bit.
I read some of the old writings in this and I loved how great the writing and character development was and I hoped eventually I would be able to participate in such great writing. So far i havent.
Once again I know I'm new so I cant complain as much but new characters coming in are not very well. We had one man kill 3 Likers at one time. Trenchcoating in this has gone crazy. I'm staying for now but I'm not enjoying it as much.
Hopefully your new rules can help, but as you can tell I am not posting near as much. This is a great starting RP for new people so I hope it stays open to help new people fit in more.
Thanks
I read some of the old writings in this and I loved how great the writing and character development was and I hoped eventually I would be able to participate in such great writing. So far i havent.
Once again I know I'm new so I cant complain as much but new characters coming in are not very well. We had one man kill 3 Likers at one time. Trenchcoating in this has gone crazy. I'm staying for now but I'm not enjoying it as much.
Hopefully your new rules can help, but as you can tell I am not posting near as much. This is a great starting RP for new people so I hope it stays open to help new people fit in more.
Thanks
OOC: Well, I'm going to leave. Whilst my grammar was good, my story and activeness lacked a certain something XD. I feel sad to go because this had been fun (HAD been fun). Oh well though, somethings run their course, and I think this may have be one of those things. Sosa, you did a good job of updating, role-playing, and story-telling. I'd like to say I've made friends XD, but all we really did was RP together.
I also want to know if any of you play Gunz: the duel on ijji.com because if you do, I'd like to play with you. my ijji s\n is Zeriuken and my Gunz name is Zeriuken. Have fun and fight on guys (and girls).
EDIT: sorry for any trench-coating or god-modding. I tried to do it as little as possible. If you could, make my char. a super zombie or something and make me kill like 10 army guys. I'd want a last evil hurrah.
I also want to know if any of you play Gunz: the duel on ijji.com because if you do, I'd like to play with you. my ijji s\n is Zeriuken and my Gunz name is Zeriuken. Have fun and fight on guys (and girls).
EDIT: sorry for any trench-coating or god-modding. I tried to do it as little as possible. If you could, make my char. a super zombie or something and make me kill like 10 army guys. I'd want a last evil hurrah.
OOC: DONT USE MY CHARACTER!!
Ryan raised his gun to the new guys head and screamed at him:
"Fuck! Who are you! Explain yourself!" Ryan could tell he wasn't infected but he couldn't be sure. He loaded his gun and waited for an explanation.
"Adrian. How is Vinny? Get him okay while I blow this guy into seven shades of..."
Ryan was cut off as the new guy edged towards him.
"Back off!" He shouted and put his finger on the trigger.
Ryan raised his gun to the new guys head and screamed at him:
"Fuck! Who are you! Explain yourself!" Ryan could tell he wasn't infected but he couldn't be sure. He loaded his gun and waited for an explanation.
"Adrian. How is Vinny? Get him okay while I blow this guy into seven shades of..."
Ryan was cut off as the new guy edged towards him.
"Back off!" He shouted and put his finger on the trigger.
*with music in the air* ding-dong, this thread is dead. Completely dead, so f'ing dead. Ding-dong, this thread has been killed off. By fools who suck at life, they suck at life, so very much. So now they ruin fake life tooooooo. This thread, it tried, it tried to stay alive, but now it's DEAAAAAAAAAAAD!
(sung to the tune of the wizard of oz's "the witch is dead")
(sung to the tune of the wizard of oz's "the witch is dead")