Zombie Apocalypse Squad (Cancelled !)
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(starts rummaging around the plane)
hey look i found a bunch of parachutes! (i already have one so i don't take one)
and some boxes of food rations and bottled water
hey look i found a bunch of parachutes! (i already have one so i don't take one)
and some boxes of food rations and bottled water
[Sparrow lent back to do the same, and nearly lost control of the warship]
Crap. I forgot. Looks like there will be no more daytime naps for me today...
[Sparrow sighs, and stares out the cockpit window.]
I hope the weather stays fairly decent. I can hardly fly as it is...
OOC: Thats me gone for the night, gonna' get me some sleep.
Crap. I forgot. Looks like there will be no more daytime naps for me today...
[Sparrow sighs, and stares out the cockpit window.]
I hope the weather stays fairly decent. I can hardly fly as it is...
OOC: Thats me gone for the night, gonna' get me some sleep.
Sparrow's Diary. May 10th. Eighth entry.
[So, after all the mess that went on at our temporary base, we decided to get moving in the APC, and get the hell outta' dodge. Seemed it was all going smoothly and until that Kite-Dame thing attacked us. I mean, what an ASS.
We did as well as we could to fight him off, but we didn't really get far. I gave him a pretty thorough ass whuppin' though. Nearly got sniped in the process. Some girl from a roof was scoping us out, probally checking out my rad sideburns. It's really more of a beard now though.
We travelled to some air base amd picked up one hell of a warship. Seriously, the things huge. And guess who has to pilot it? Oh yeah, me. What would these guys do without me, eh? They'd be wolf meat if it weren't for me.
Did I tell you about this Chirs bloke we found? He seems a reasonable type, for a bloodthirsty merc that is. I effectively saved his life too, aren't I a nice guy?
Sparrow out.]
[So, after all the mess that went on at our temporary base, we decided to get moving in the APC, and get the hell outta' dodge. Seemed it was all going smoothly and until that Kite-Dame thing attacked us. I mean, what an ASS.
We did as well as we could to fight him off, but we didn't really get far. I gave him a pretty thorough ass whuppin' though. Nearly got sniped in the process. Some girl from a roof was scoping us out, probally checking out my rad sideburns. It's really more of a beard now though.
We travelled to some air base amd picked up one hell of a warship. Seriously, the things huge. And guess who has to pilot it? Oh yeah, me. What would these guys do without me, eh? They'd be wolf meat if it weren't for me.
Did I tell you about this Chirs bloke we found? He seems a reasonable type, for a bloodthirsty merc that is. I effectively saved his life too, aren't I a nice guy?
Sparrow out.]
[ooc]Ok I FINALY caught up on the reading. TEN PAGES, dearGod. I'm heading out on 'Holiday' tomorrow (that's what you blokes acaross the pond call it right?), leaving MO, landing in Philly then hoppin across the big puddle for jolly ol' England (about an hour north of London). Needless to say I probably won't be able to keep up on the posts, let alone drop my own in. So I'll leave you what will happen and at what point.[/ooc]
/These realy are spoilers so dont read them until they apply if you can. ;D
/I'll have more to add to his tonight <-short on PC time.
=-D
/These realy are spoilers so dont read them until they apply if you can. ;D
/Shortly after receiving hailing radio contact
two small prop planes flank the air ship on either side
/over radio
*static* "'Little birdy' to 'Big Mamma', come back". *static*
*static* "Thanks to Sparrow's transmisions we expectin' ya. You've got a K9 friend down below that's wantin' to re-fuel ya, supplie ya up, and fill ya in on some stuff you'll be diein' not to know. *static*
*static* If you'll be so kind as to follow us down, we'll see to it you arive save and have you back in the air in no time. *static*
/After landing in the down town KC air port
The APC is escorted by four armed jeeps a short ways (20 blocks) to a local radio station (or what's left of it).
[you are not asked to disarm (maybe to have the 'dog' tied up out side, but not to dis arm
/two plus one dawg
Welcome, It's great to finaly meet up with the infamous Z.A.S. I'm Hillford, my friends call me Hill and my enimies call me by my moniker 'two plus one dawg'.
We've got to keep this short, you guys are in some trouble.
First the wounded. Sparrow, Portal; head up to O'Hare air port in Chicago and talk to the Don. His connections from before this all went down have left him with his own air field (which he's conviniently turned in to a golf course). He specializes in Prosthetics, talk to him and he can get you two working at 110%.
Second, Portal's lab. I know you guys have the best intentions but all of this radio comm has left you in the worst of places. EVERYONE and their mothers know where your headed and what to look for. The lake's a big place but they waitin' for you. I'm sure who exactly but I do know they have connections the '51' and thos 'mercs' you guys had some fun with. Talk to the Don, he'll hook you guys up with a sneakier way in.
Tirciarily(sp?[thirdly]), I'll start dropping code into my transmitions when I get a chance to let you guys in on anything I come across later (code will be blue text).
My friends here should have your plane re-fueled and re supplied now so you'ed probably better get on your way before anyone gets here to start asking questions.
/any questions or conversations can be had via PM, I just can't keep up with the posts like the rest of you guys (meaning 'people) can.
two small prop planes flank the air ship on either side
/over radio
*static* "'Little birdy' to 'Big Mamma', come back". *static*
*static* "Thanks to Sparrow's transmisions we expectin' ya. You've got a K9 friend down below that's wantin' to re-fuel ya, supplie ya up, and fill ya in on some stuff you'll be diein' not to know. *static*
*static* If you'll be so kind as to follow us down, we'll see to it you arive save and have you back in the air in no time. *static*
/After landing in the down town KC air port
The APC is escorted by four armed jeeps a short ways (20 blocks) to a local radio station (or what's left of it).
[you are not asked to disarm (maybe to have the 'dog' tied up out side, but not to dis arm
/two plus one dawg
Welcome, It's great to finaly meet up with the infamous Z.A.S. I'm Hillford, my friends call me Hill and my enimies call me by my moniker 'two plus one dawg'.
We've got to keep this short, you guys are in some trouble.
First the wounded. Sparrow, Portal; head up to O'Hare air port in Chicago and talk to the Don. His connections from before this all went down have left him with his own air field (which he's conviniently turned in to a golf course). He specializes in Prosthetics, talk to him and he can get you two working at 110%.
Second, Portal's lab. I know you guys have the best intentions but all of this radio comm has left you in the worst of places. EVERYONE and their mothers know where your headed and what to look for. The lake's a big place but they waitin' for you. I'm sure who exactly but I do know they have connections the '51' and thos 'mercs' you guys had some fun with. Talk to the Don, he'll hook you guys up with a sneakier way in.
Tirciarily(sp?[thirdly]), I'll start dropping code into my transmitions when I get a chance to let you guys in on anything I come across later (code will be blue text).
My friends here should have your plane re-fueled and re supplied now so you'ed probably better get on your way before anyone gets here to start asking questions.
/any questions or conversations can be had via PM, I just can't keep up with the posts like the rest of you guys (meaning 'people) can.
/I'll have more to add to his tonight <-short on PC time.
=-D
*Dream*
*Stubby little black guy walks up*
'The Arbiter would like some lemon grenades!'
*Explodes into 1000 bloody bits. The bits slowly grow and merge into roughly 60 people. They're all running*
Stop! Don't run! There's no way they can get in! I built the turret defenses and sentry bots myself! There's no reason to pa-
*Massive explosion knocks security doors inward. 100s of soldiers rush in, shooting anything that moves. Kadesha runs to me*
'I told you that you did it wrong! There's no way that it could have powered them all at once! YOU IDIOT!'
*Shoves me into a pod which launches me to the surface*
NOOOOOO!!!!!
*Wakes up, cold sweats*
It's just a dream.... it's just a dream..... it's just a dream......
*Stubby little black guy walks up*
'The Arbiter would like some lemon grenades!'
*Explodes into 1000 bloody bits. The bits slowly grow and merge into roughly 60 people. They're all running*
Stop! Don't run! There's no way they can get in! I built the turret defenses and sentry bots myself! There's no reason to pa-
*Massive explosion knocks security doors inward. 100s of soldiers rush in, shooting anything that moves. Kadesha runs to me*
'I told you that you did it wrong! There's no way that it could have powered them all at once! YOU IDIOT!'
*Shoves me into a pod which launches me to the surface*
NOOOOOO!!!!!
*Wakes up, cold sweats*
It's just a dream.... it's just a dream..... it's just a dream......
[I'm out for one day, and I miss 10 pages!!]
Stats: ZapperX- Alive, half-werewolf, missing right pinky finger.
Holding: Black cloak, wearing
Green sweatshirt, wearing
Jeans, wearing, left leg cut up to knee, bandage around leg
Adidas Sambas, wearing
Pistol, 1, on belt. Handful on ammunition in pocket
Sai, 2 on belt
M16, 1, strapped on back, a few clips in pocket
Condition: Slightly traumatized from losing pinky, turning into a werewolf, and encountering High-Mane, slight limp after being shot in the leg.
Location: War-plane
IC:
Doc... What is with you and this girl who looks like she's about 20? You're 60, man.
And Portal, you sure? I've been getting nightmares too. Need to talk?
Stats: ZapperX- Alive, half-werewolf, missing right pinky finger.
Holding: Black cloak, wearing
Green sweatshirt, wearing
Jeans, wearing, left leg cut up to knee, bandage around leg
Adidas Sambas, wearing
Pistol, 1, on belt. Handful on ammunition in pocket
Sai, 2 on belt
M16, 1, strapped on back, a few clips in pocket
Condition: Slightly traumatized from losing pinky, turning into a werewolf, and encountering High-Mane, slight limp after being shot in the leg.
Location: War-plane
IC:
Doc... What is with you and this girl who looks like she's about 20? You're 60, man.
And Portal, you sure? I've been getting nightmares too. Need to talk?
*Eyes widen*
Doc... You've operated on us with those hands...
EEEEEEWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!
And there's a limit to how much 'experience' a lady wants. I think that they had to take your old meat off the market because it never sold. They need a new slab up there.
OOC: What a weird innuendo...
Doc... You've operated on us with those hands...
EEEEEEWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!
And there's a limit to how much 'experience' a lady wants. I think that they had to take your old meat off the market because it never sold. They need a new slab up there.
OOC: What a weird innuendo...