It's been 20 years since NI Day, since the UN was smashed by the alien invaders. The N'ss left after ensuring we would never be able to mount a counterattack. They bombed cities, left entire nations as piles of dust. What followed was worse than what anyone could have ever imagined. The remaining UN outposts were brutally smashed by a faction known as the Conclave, led by a megalomaniac known as the Voice. The Conclave wasted no time in consolidating it's power and bringing the populace under control. The next few years were marked by a violent pogrom against free thinkers and any that refused to bow to the Voice. In the end, the Conclave had killed more than the N'ss and the Terran Civil War combined. It only got worse when they found out about Project Lazarus. The UN had set up a contingency plan in case they lost the war. They intended to find a way to raise the dead, negating the damage the N'ss had wreaked on Earth. 2 years ago, something whent wrong, and flesh eating monsters roamed the Canadian plain. Now the Conclave wants the power to create undying soldiers, so they headed for the Lazarus Facility in Canada. The Lazarus Guard and a group of resistance fighters from the states drove them off, but not after discovering something much, much worse than zombies and ghouls... They found Vault 17, and unleashed the horrors within. The resistance fighters managed to kill the Hive Mind that was controlling the Mycomorphs in the Vault, and the facility was thought secure. Now, both the Conclave and the UN Remnant are seeking it out. The UN to fix their mistakes and create true life, and he Conclave to create a new breed of super-soldier. You are a member of one of these factions sent to claim the Lazarus Facility for yourselves, but you may find that it is not as empty as you think...

Factions

Conclave
The Conclave is the current reigning faction in the remains of Earth, crushing any resistance with an iron fist. Their populace is composed of emotionless dull-eyed drones, who trudge about seeking to please the Voice with their labors. Their soldiers are distinctive in their gas masks and black uniforms. Original thought is a crime in the Conclave, and the law is enforced brutally by shotgun toting Enforcers.

Soldier- The basic footman of the Conclave's endless army.
Starting Equipment: Machine Gun, body armor, medikit, pistol, 5 grenades
Enforcer- The de facto gestapo of the Conclave, Enforcers prowl the streets with their shotguns, meeting out punishment on free thinkers and non-conformists alike.
Starting Equipment: Shotgun, medikit, riot armor, 3 nerve gas grenades
Thought Policeman- These psychics patrol the streets, hunting down thought criminals and resistance members.
Starting Equipment: Reaper Pistol, flack vest
Special Rules: Can read the thoughts of NPCs. (Just ask what an NPC is thinking)
Ghost- Cloaking snipers that can kill whole squads before they even know he's there.
Starting Equipment: Sniper Rifle, flack vest, cloaking device, combat knife, pistol

UN Remnant
The Remnant has fallen on hard times, the Conclave constantly hammers them in combat, and recruitment has dropped to near nothing in the past months. They fight a desperate war against a seemingly unstoppable foe.

Soldier- The basic footman in the UN army.
Starting Equipment: Machine Gun, body armor, medikit, pistol, 5 grenades
Heavy Assault Trooper- The heavy assault trooper is the shock and awe unit of the Remnant, dropping down on enemy positions and dealing incredible damage with their Ripsaw guns.
Starting Equipment: Ripsaw Machine Gun, PLEX armor, medikit, pistol, 5 grenades, 2 det packs
Sniper- Marksmen renowned for their ability to pick off foes at insane distances with their long rifles.
Starting Equipment: Sniper Rifle, pistol, flack vest, 3 nerve gas grenades
Psych- UN psychics that are trained to root out traitors in their ranks.
Starting Equipment: Reaper pistol, flack vest
Special Rules: Can read the thoughts of NPCs. (Just ask what the NPC is thinking)

RULES
To perform an action, simply state what you want to do. The game is played In Character, and everything you do or say will apply directly to your character. If you are speaking out of character, be sure to write OOC before you post.
WARNING: THIS GAME IS LETHAL!
Chances are, a couple of you are going to die over the course of the RP, whether another player hits you with nerve gas or a Vivisector cuts you into your component pieces. When your character dies, you can make a new one, and I'll fill in how they enter into the current scene.
I must ask that everyone use this format for their character;

Name: (Conclave players keep in mind that a serial number is customary.)
Personality:
Faction:
Class:
Personal History:
Family:
Worst Fear:
Hopes For The Future:
Motivation:

Alright, once I get a few players, we can get this thing started!

OK ill bite


Name: Dan
Personality: humorous, OCD, slightly unhinged, scitsofrenic
Faction: UN Remnant
Class: Sniper
Personal History: was abandoned at birth and was raised by a military family
Worst Fear: that one day every thing he fights for will be achived and will havee nothing to fight for.
Hopes For The Future: not everything he wants goes right
Motivation: his alter egos

Please be serious with this one, I've seen your other posts.

Thank you.

INITIATE TRAINING SCENARIO:
...
...ACTIVATING...

You are standing in a dimly lit hallway, the few lights that hang from the ceiling shed barley enough light to see by. At one time, this place may have been a hospital, now it is a run down wreck, with gurneys tipped over in the hallway and automated doors slamming shut at alarming speeds before opening again and repeating the cycle. You can hear odd noises coming from a room 6 yards away from your current position.

With great caution Dan moved towards the room pistol drawn he slowly moved though the door frame into the room

As you cautiously move towards the room, the automatic door whooshes open, revealing a grisly scene. The remains of at least 5 men and women are strewn headless about the former operating room, presiding over the charnel scene is a nightmarish being that may have been human at one point in it's life. Its surgeons garb is stained with gore, as its ribs split open with a horrendous crunching sound, the thing is bent backwards, forcing it to all fours. The surgeons head pops off the torso as a bladed tentacle forces its way out of the chest cavity through the neck. The ribs snap together like a hungry maw, sprinkling the walls with droplets of blood. It chitters surreally, and the tentacle surges towards you.

Pick a number 1-10

Name: Ghost 246
Personality: Smiling, happy, usually upbeat. When in combat, smiles at every kill.
Faction: Conclave
Class: Ghost
Personal History: Born into the ranks of the Enclave, Ghost 246 was alwaus upbeat. When he reached recuitment age, he learned this marksmanship was amazing. This helped his ego, as well. As the most popular child at the academy, the teachers feared he would use his powers of charm to create a rebellion, so they sent him on a suicide field op. 6 Months later, a grimy, soot covered man walked in the door of the academy. "What's next?"
Family: Mother was an Enforcer, and father was a though policeman. Both died, and was sent to the academy. No other family is known.
Worst Fear: Missing a shot.
Hopes For The Future: That he can keep doing what he does best.
Motivation: The thrill of the hunt.

7

I'll join in if possible.

Right nnow just about to do school work :( so I'll do my char sheet later

(I just added a few things to the char sheet that I thought were necessary.

Name: Dez
Age:
Faction: UN Remnant
Class: Soldier
Personality: Generaly quiet, thinking all the time, figuring who is trustworthy, and always preparing for the next fight.
History: Parents were killed in a car accident, so had to be taken in by his Uncle, who was in the Army. His Uncle taught him how to be carm, and how to fight, so that Dez could join the Military when he was old enough. His uncle died two weeks after Dez joined the military.
Family: No family left alive. His teammates are his family now.
Worst Fear: Failure
Hopes For the Future: To continue his Uncle's work.
Motivation: His team

(Dez)

INITIATE TRAINING SCENARIO:
...
...ACTIVATING...

As you step into out of the lift, you survey a lonely scene; the hallways of the hospital are choked with with the corpses of the dead, their blood coating the walls like charnel graffiti. The sounds of battle can be heard from a room several yards away.

(Dan)

You manage to barley prevent the tentacle from stealing your life, and your bullet severs the unnatural appendage in a spray of arterial gore. Still, the thing comes on, snapping at you with it's inhuman 'mouth'. Twisting it's limbs about, it flips upside down, and scuttles towards you, before leaping at you.

Pick a number 1-10.

(Ghost 246)

The dropship settles into the hard packed Canadian snow, melting it with it's engines. Hundreds of black clad troopers file out from their respective vessels, creating a column of ebony humanity. The night sky glitters with bright stars, the moon illuminating the snow and making it shine as if polished. As you step from your transport, you are impressed by the size of the Lazarus Facility. The white building is easily the size of a small city, several towers jut up into the night sky, brushing the evening clouds. A monotone voice plays over the intercom, giving deployment orders. "Echo Group, report to the primary gate." As you and the rest of Echo Group arrive at the impressive blast doors that prevent the Conclave from claiming what is rightfully theirs. As demolition squads plant detenators that bloom into yellow-orange explosions that light up the night. As the gate is opened by charges, a wet moan escapes from the facility, and dozens of animated corpses shuffle out into the Canadian wilderness. Many are dispatched by headshots from your squadmates, but suddenly a grenade is hurled into the Conclave lines, and a cry of surprise is heard before it is silenced forever by the meat rending explosion. Sniper fire lands and downs more soldiers. "Kill those snipers!" comes the cry from Officer 432. You quickly locate a group of ghoul marksmen standing atop the roof of the Lazarus Facility.

Name: Zeratul ( p-unintended)
Personality: sneaky, mysterious
Faction: Ghost
Class: Sniper
Personal History: Unknown :p
Family: Unknown
Worst Fear: Tyranids? for some reason
Hopes For The Future: nobody knows
Motivation: no motivation

Ah, clean up your stat page, Ghost is a class, not a faction. And please remove the references to SC and 40k. Thank you.

Name: R3X13372sK9 (Rex)
Personality: Indifferent
faction: Conclave
class: Ghost
personal history: He was born in a small town he grew learning to hung large mutated game with the most powerful citizen grade rifles. His teachers quickly sound out he had a natural gift for marksmen ship being able to hit in the size of a bottle top with anything from a bow and arrow to a military grade rifle. He became incorporated into the ranks instantly at the correct age and soon became a high ranking officer.
Family: Nothing is known.
Worst Fear: Loss of his trigger finger
Hopes For the future: To become the commander of the ghosts
Motivation: Thrill of causing death

Mordoskul wrote:(Ghost 246)

The dropship settles into the hard packed Canadian snow, melting it with it's engines. Hundreds of black clad troopers file out from their respective vessels, creating a column of ebony humanity. The night sky glitters with bright stars, the moon illuminating the snow and making it shine as if polished. As you step from your transport, you are impressed by the size of the Lazarus Facility. The white building is easily the size of a small city, several towers jut up into the night sky, brushing the evening clouds. A monotone voice plays over the intercom, giving deployment orders. "Echo Group, report to the primary gate." As you and the rest of Echo Group arrive at the impressive blast doors that prevent the Conclave from claiming what is rightfully theirs. As demolition squads plant detenators that bloom into yellow-orange explosions that light up the night. As the gate is opened by charges, a wet moan escapes from the facility, and dozens of animated corpses shuffle out into the Canadian wilderness. Many are dispatched by headshots from your squadmates, but suddenly a grenade is hurled into the Conclave lines, and a cry of surprise is heard before it is silenced forever by the meat rending explosion. Sniper fire lands and downs more soldiers. "Kill those snipers!" comes the cry from Officer 432. You quickly locate a group of ghoul marksmen standing atop the roof of the Lazarus Facility.

Ghost 246 picks off the snipers with ease. The ramshackled weapons could not pierce his jacket, and years of training had taugh him to deal with high pressure situations. "Commander, this seemed to easy." Ghost heard the echo of the voice coming from Beta Group. "Engineer 675, You appear to be correct. Keep moving, and report if you spot anything."

"Ghost 246! Stop slacking and go cover Soldier 3921!" Shouted his XO, a very pudgy man."Yes commander." Soldier 3921 was sweeping the outer walls, a very boring job. "Ghost 246...I found something..."

Ghost walked to the site, and stared. "Oh my god. What is that?"

2

"gak" Dez thought, walking over to examine the corpses.

Out of respect for the dead, Dez left all thier possessions where they were. Then he slowly moved towards the door at the end of the hall.
Slowly he turned the handle with one hand, and his machine guy in his other hand, and prepared himself for what was through the door.

Although he lagged behind a bit Rex had managed to get back with the group he was the only one in his squad with a unique name, he was also the only one who preferred close combat. he drew his knife and sneaked up to ghost 246.

(Dan)

The creature knocks you to the ground as it pounces atop you, it's maw snapping wildly. Your pistol is knocked aside, skittering across the tiling. Using the last of your strength, you heroically grip the beast's jaws, preventing them from closing on your person. However, one of your fingers slips on it's razor sharp 'teeth', causing you to lose your hold. The horrors mouth slams shut, severing your fingers in a bloody spray. You scream as it engulfs your head in it's ribcage/mouth, then fall silent as it severs your head, tossing it aside with a triumphant roar.

TERMINATING TRAINING SCENARIO

You awake in the holopod covered in a layer of cold sweat, your CO clapping sarcastically to the side. "Congratulations, you're dead. I hope to god you can survive a real encounter with one of those things. We ship out in an hour, our scouts report that the Conclave has already began their attack, and have breached the Primary Gate. Our first order of business is to prevent them from getting farther than that. Sniper kill-teams will deploy to pick off officers and support weapons. You will deploy with KT 6, make your way down the hall to meet the rest of your team. And Dan, good luck, you're sure as hell going to need it."

(Ghost 246)

((OOC: That's pretty close to godmodding fella, watch it.))

The remains of an engineer lay in various chunks in the snow, seemingly torn apart by powerful hands. As a medic inspects the scene, you can't shake the feeling that you're being watched, you whip your head around to look at the top of the facility, and you swear you can see a tall, gangly shadow move out of sight. You detect the approach of your fellow Ghost R3X13372sK9 as he takes position behind you, along with several more members of Echo Group. "246, you have failed to repor-" The officer's words are cut off as a spine made of thin bone pierces his neck, leaving a crimson tail as it sinks into the snow. A man, or at least, something that was a man, with tentacles protruding from his back, fires another spine at you and R3X13372sK9 from it's deadly tentacles.

Both Ghost 246 and Rex:

Pick a number 1-10

8

6

(Rex and Ghost 246)

Leaping back, Rex avoids the deadly projectile as it whistles past. Another volley from the creature catches Ghost 246 full in the face, piercing his helmet through his eyepiece, another passing through his abdomen, puncturing his liver. Collapsing to the ground in a widening pool of his own blood, Ghost 246 feels the world go dark, the last thing he sees is a tall figure staring at him from the roof of the facility.

(Ghost 246 and Rex, pick a number 1-10)

(Dez)

As you open the door, you find yourself alone, although the headless body of a surgeon lays before you. Confused, you sweep the room, looking for the source of the noise. You hear a faint rustling above you.

Pick a number 1-10

4

(Rex)

You snap off a shot with your sniper rifle, sending the thing's head flying in a shower of blood. It sways there for a moment, then it rights itself, blindly firing another volly of spines, blind and deaf to the world.

Pick a number 1-10

7

(Rex)

You are not fast enough to avoid the hail of needles, and your armour is pierced by dozens of the thin spines. Several pass through your torso, one destroying your left lung as it burrows through your flesh. Falling to the ground, gasping for air that will not come, you slowly begin to succumb to death.

Pick a number 1-10

6

(Rex)

You see a medic leaning over you with delicate tools removing the spine from your lung. However, the wound is tainted, by something the medic cannot identify. With a start, you can feel your lungs swelling, healing, changing position in your chest. Your legs break, bending like a dogs. Your helmet breaks as your mouth splits as your jaw grows to acommadate a set of long serrated fangs. Your armour tears as your now massive lungs push themselves out from your back. You are no longer human at this stage, as you push yourself up on all fours. The medic screams, firing at you with his pistol. Filling your lungs with large amounts of air, you let out a piercing howl, making the medic fall to his knees and clutch at his head. Leaping atop the struggling man, you sink your fangs into his eye sockets even as he struggles vainly. He ceases his struggles as you pull him apart, his hot blood spraying your face like crimson rain. Now part of a vast and alien intellect, you are more than you ever were, a master hunter. You can see and hear through a thousand other eyes and ears. The prey has come to you, now the hunt begins.

(You are a mycomorph now, a Howler to be exact. You now have a howl attack to stun foes before leaping atop them for the kill.)

(No hand actions?)
I look in the surrounding area to find a beast to quench my thirst for blood.

(Nope, but you'd be surprised what you can do with your teeth)

You look down at the body of the fallen Ghost 246, the thrill of bloodshed still vivid in your mind. Padding over to the Ghost, you sink your teeth into his chest, pulling out his steaming entrails, as he feebly struggles against you in vain. The Hive Mind speaks to you in a buzzing, liquid voice, interrupting your feast.

My child, the Host make their way into the facility, make your way within, and wait for their arrival. Your kin will aid you in the task of harvesting them for the Great Work.

( the red font is a bit hard to read)
I start to make my way toward the facility looking for others like me.

OBITUARY
Dan, UN Sniper: Dan was killed in a fight with a decapitator, having shot off it's bladed tentacle. Sadly, Dan soon realized that they could still bite, and the decapitator lived up to its name. Fortunantly for Dan, it was just a training scenario, and he lives on in real life.

Ghost 246, Conclave Ghost: Ghost 246 was felled by a volly of spines from a Manticore, and was later eaten by his comrade Rex, who had transformed into a howler.

(What about me?)

Crawling into a service chute, you enter the facility, the sterilely white walls and floors covered in a bizzare fungus, the offspring of the Hive Mind, those spores that did not find hosts, and now lay dormant, waiting for a chance to multiply. Another mycomorph shambles into view, a creature swollen with spores, and lurching to take position by the door. Then, the first of the Conclave soldiers begin to filter in. Leaping forward, the creature bursts, showering the room with spores, you still lurk in the vent, waiting for the chance to strike.

Pick a number 1-10

mink580 wrote:(What about me?)

technically, you're not dead, just horribly mutated.

3

Landing atop a startled Enforcer, you claw and bite with ferocity, ending the kill by removing his head with your powerful jaws. Those that inhaled by the spores begin to change, adding more to your ranks. As more troopers enter the room, a presence comes with them. A psychic.
That one must be altered, ensure that he is blessed by our touch, lead him to your bloated kin, they will deliver our gift.

I run to the psychic, and let out a loud howl, then I start to run back toward my bloated comrade.

Covering his ears, the psychic stumbles into a swollen being, causing it to burst, showering him with spores. He screams as his flesh bursts with a number of blood slicked tentacles, which form a set of 'legs'. His arms and legs shrivel and atrophy, dropping off as the tentacles lift his in the air, his head bursting as his brain forces it's way outside, now swollen and diseased looking.
Child, you have served us well, continue to do so and we will shower you with more gifts.

OOC

sooo what am i supposed to be doing?

(Dan)

Go down the hall and meet your team, as your CO ordered.

I let out a quiet howl of appreciation to the hive mind. I proceed to look for more creatures to infect.

(Howler)

As you continue to lurk within the air vents, you see a small group of Conclave soldiers through the grate. They are looking rather nervous, and you can hear them talking over their coms.
"No report from Echo Group Kill Team 4, should we investigate?"
"Negative, stay put."

I jump out of the vent and start ripping the shoulders to shreds.

You leap, causing the four soldiers to cry out in surprise.

Pick a number 1-5

3

7

(Howler)

Landing on one of the soldiers, howling as you leap, you tear out his throat, silencing his screams. The others are simmilary stunned by your howl, and are easy prey.

I lash out in the direction of the nearest solider.

(Dez)

Turning in surprise an animated spine drops to the floor, coiling itself to strike.

Pick a number 1-10

(Howler)

Pick a number 1-10

6

You easily dispatch of the remaining soldiers, stunning them with howls before tearing out their throats with your fangs. Their blood is sweet to you.

I go back into the vents and look for soldiers i can help turn into members of the hive.

As you lope through the vents, you come across a ghoul, looking about as he brandishes a reaper pistol in a one-handed grip.

I let loss a large howl and then jump out of the vent and then try to rip out the tendons in his legs.

Pick a number 1-10

Hoora! New Page!

4

Hey! Everyone who hasn't responded, RESPOND! If you're dead, make a new character! Don't just sit there! RESPOND! RESPOND! RESPOND!

as Dan was walking to meet the CO
the ship shook as they entered the atmosphere

(Howler)

As you leap, the ghoul turns in place melting off your face with his Reaper pistol, the mass reactive round sending the top of your head to decorate the walls.

Pick a number 1-10

7

(Dan)

The dropship shook as it sped across the Canadian plain, the force of inertia pulling it forward. Four other snipers sit next to you in the tight compartment, looking a mixture of eager and nervous. Sergei, a wiry Russian picks absently at a deep scar, most likly caused by a shredder. Kismet, a woman from the states brushes her brown hair back with an armoured hand, her green eyes measuring you up. Gad, a burly African, checks the scope on his MK 3 CoradTech Anti-Material rifle. Hall, an American with a cybernetic eye. He leans over and speaks to you. "So, I hear you're a bit of a case." As he says this, he twirls his finger by his head in the universal 'crazy sign'.

Roleplay moment! Engage the team in dialogue

(Howler)

The ghoul leans over you, his rotted lips parting to speak. "Lucky you tried to jump me, I haven't in weeks. Hell, I even tried to eat a shambler, and damn, do we taste awful! So thank you friend, I think you jut saved me." He leans in to take a bite, but he cries out in surprise as you sink your lower fangs into his neck, worrying him back and forth, until his head is sent flying down the corridor. You can feel new flesh and bone growing over your wounds, restoring your vision.
Child, you have earned our favour, now reap the benefits...
You may gain a single mutation from the list below-

Spores- Your lungs are filled with spores, causing you to release them when you howl, and are released upon your death.
Adrenal Glands- You grow additional adrenal glands, making you faster and stronger.
Tentacles- Your nerves are transformed into whip-like barbed tentacles, allowing you to make grab attacks.
Harvester- You can fuse victims into yourself, gaining additional limbs and attacks.

SPORES!!!!!!

You feel your lungs swell with the Hive Mind's blessing, as a side affect your warped flesh takes on a sickly greenish hue.

I go back to the vents, and let out a large howl, spreading spores through out the ventilation shafts.

You feel the Hive Mind's joy as more of his 'Children' are born. You can hear the sound of a large 'something' making it's way down the hallway from the entrance. The Hive Mind wants it altered, you may yet earn more of their favour.

I make my way through the vents back to the entrance to see what it is.

Scampering through the vents, you peer out through the grate, below is a great machine, laying waste to your kin with both a rotating gun that spits out thousands of rounds each second, and a whirring buzzsaw that removes heads and limbs with equal ease. Your bloated kin are useless against it, it's filteration system cleaning out the spores before the pilot can breath them in.

I wait for the machine to pass by the i jump out of the vents onto its back, and attempt to bite out its ventilation system.

Pick a number 1-10

the Voices are telling me to kill you now
but you will will be useful
The rest of you I like but not you hall
ill keep a close Eye on you
*every one else laughs
"ohho good joke about his eye my friend
im Sergei and you must be Dan then"

*every one else introduces themselves

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(Dan)

Sergei smiles, his black hair evenly framing his handsome face. "I think I like you, remind me to save you if the need arises."
Kismet rolls her eyes, Gad just chuckles. "Okay, everyone prepare for insertion!" The dropship touches down near a group of simmilar vessels, and UN troops begin to file out into the snow. The Lazarus Facility can be seen before you, the foot of the massive building alive with black clad troopers. "Alright men, pick your targets and be clean about it!"

(Howler)

Leaping on the back of the massive suit, you attempt to find a way to damage the suit, but you can find none. Then it comes to you; disable the helmet.

Pick a number 1-10.

4

(whos the squad leader?)
The squad moves over to a small building clearing it and moving through it upto the top floor
they place a motion sensor inside to alert them of any aproachers.
"take the leaders heads off as quick as you can men"

(Howler)

Sinking your fangs into the suits helmet, you pry open the faceplate, revealing the shocked face of a Conclave Engineer. Howling in his face, showering him with spores. He stumbles, coughing up blood. Bony spurs burst from the suit, forming yet another layer of armour, massive shovel-like claws form, tearing through the armour.
Behold our new Child, he shall pave the way for the Great Work. We are pleased with your work little one, we are pleased.

(Dan; Hall is the squad leader)

Leveling your rifle at a Conclave Officer, you fire.

Pick a number 1-10.

8

(Dan)

Your shot narrowly misses, alerting the officer to the attack. He barks an order to a subordinate, and he disapears into his own dropship. Within seconds, you can hear a 'vip' sound coming closer every moment.

Pick a number 1-10.

OOC(No hell no not those anything but those)
I jump off of my newly turned comrade and search for more to turn to the glory of the hive.

4

(Dan)

You feel a sharp pain in your side as a Conclave Spook teleports next to you and sinks one of their blades into your side. Blood flows freely from the wound, and you drop to the ground. Your com crackles, Hall demanding your condition.

Pick a number 1-10

(Howler)
We sense new presences, their minds are not as blank as the ones we have encountered. Perhaps they will be of use to us. They are located outside of the facility, they are unaware of our presence, you shall act as our eyes. Scout out their positions and gift as many of them as you can.

Yeah, another new page!

I listen to the hive, and scout the area looking for the ones it told me about, i get ready to let out a howl when the time comes.

(Howler)

These humans are different than those of the Conclave, and a small voice in the back of your mind recognizes them. The UN has arrived at the Lazarus Facility.

I approach them and let out a large howl.

Several UN soldiers cry out as they are warped into wiry, blade limbed monstrosities.

I continue to look for more things to turn.

A bullet zips past your head, a sniper. He is located several yards away, he may get off four more shots before you reach him.

Pick a number 1-15.

3

(Howler)

Your lungs burst, punctured by a bullet, spewing spores into the air. You continue to charge, however mute. Scampering up the sniping post.

Pick a number 1-10

6

You leap at him, knocking him down. He draws his knife, and makes a wild slash towards you.

Pick a number 1-10

4

10

9 (soz been gone)

(Howler)

Your speed fails you as the sniper jams the knife into your neck, twisting it. He cries out in rage as he pulls out the blade with a powerful tug, seperating your head from your shoulders. Despite this, you are still alive, although blind and deaf.

(Dan)

As you fall to the ground, the assassin whirls about, bringing one of his arm blade scything through your neck, causing your head to seperate from your body in a gory spray. You are dead.

(time to make a new character)

(Dez)

You fire at the thing, your rounds powdering the slick bone with every tug of the trigger. The room falls silent as you survey the scene. Dimly, you can hear a voice telling you to wake up, it begins to grow louder every second.

I turn him to the hive mind from the spores gushing out of my chest

(Howler)


Pick a number 1-10

8

You spew out a multitude of spores, infecting the sniper. He warps into another Howler like yourself.

I lay down waiting to see if the hive heals me.

Your flesh begins to knit back together, a gift from the Hive Mind.

I get back up and search for more to turn to the glory of the hive.

It's not time to leave yet. I walk over to the bodies in the room, inspecting thier wounds, so I can think about defending myself, so that I don't die like they did.

Damn i liked my char....

Name: Gaz
Personality: Humorous laughs a lot
Faction: UM Remenant
Class: heavy assault trooper
Personal History: Has been in the military all of his working life
Family: very poor
Worst Fear: clowns
Hopes For The Future: to kill all clowns
Motivation: killing

(Dez)

The corpses appear to have met their end by strangulation with a sharp cord.

(Gaz)

Hitting the snow hard, you right yourself, spraying the Conclave troopers with your trusty Ripsaw, literally tearing them in half with the deluge of lead. A group of Conclave soldiers engage you in a firefight near the Primary Gate. A voice crackles over your com. "Finish off your targets and make your way into the facility!"

Pick a number 1-10

6

(Gaz)

Your Ripsaw rips an Enforcer in half, sending arterial gore splattering into the snow, forcing the rest of the foe to take cover behind an overturned assualt vehicle.

"Hmmm, where are you then? Surely you will be coming for me soon?"

I continue to investigate, very carefully, looking out for movement.

Gaz ran forwar towards their position firing the whole time keeping them pinned down

(Gaz)

Pick a number 1-10

3

(Gaz, Howler)

Diving over a pice of burt machinery, you send chunks of the troopers splattering about in the snow. Your victory is short lived however, as a freaking bent humanoid wearing the tattered remains of a Ghost's uniform unleashes a blood-chilling howl from the set of maseivly oversized lungs sprouting from it's back, spaying a cloud of spores into the air.

Gaz and Howler, pick a number 1-10.

(Can I please have my options or whatever?)

(Sorry, thought I already had you covered.)

the voice in your head grows ever louder, telling you to wake up as you make your way through the ruined infirmiry. You can hear unnatural sounds around the corridor.

9

"Leave me be!"

I continue to wlak allong looking out for the enemy.

"I know you are here, face me."

(Dez)

A grossly bloated creature with large luminous tumors growing from it's tortured flesh charges forward, all the while screaming in agony.

Pick a number 1-15

(Gaz)

I'll post after Howler does.

7

13

(Gaz and Howler)

The horrific being leaps atop your chest even as the seals on your armour block out the howl and the toxic spores.

Both, pick a number 1-10

(Dez)

You sidestep the creature, and it hurtles into a wall behind you, exploding in a noxious cocktail of acidic toxins.

10

"Good..." I continue to walk allong the deserted halls, staying cautious, and investigating.

(Dez)

The voice in your head is practically screaming for you to wake up, the voice urgent and dire. You continue down the hall, your nerves on edge as a cluster of mangled bodies come into view in a former lobby.

"What?," I hear the voices in my head screaming for me to wake up. "Fine, if you need it. But I am still not done here!"

3

(Howler,Gaz)

With a gleeful cry, you begin to tear into the trooper, even as he offers stiff resistance. He stabs your face and chest again and again with a wrist mounted mono-knife.

Again, 1-10 for both of you.

(Dez)

You wake up in the holopod, your CO looking furious. "What the hell was that crap!? We need to leave! The Conclave has already begun their attack on the facility, and most of the troops have already shipped out, get moving!"

"My apologies"

I quickly go to collect my weapons, before joining up with my squad.

(Dez)

After several hours of travel via dropship, you and your team land in the middle of a warzone, gunfire and screams fill the air like the sound of the world ending. As you prepare to touch down, a missile strikes one of the ship's engines, and you and your team begin a spiraling decent.

"Everybody! Brace for impact!"

(Dez)

Pick a number 1-15

7

(Dez)

You land hard, and you can feel the bones snap in your right leg as you hit the snow.

"Need some help over here! Scott!"

(Scotts the medic)

(Dez)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nRAJRAsbO3s

Scott rushes over, his armor already stained with his charge's blood. "Oh god..." Scott looks at the bone protruding from your leg. "Ah hell, this ain't gonna be easy..."

1-15 (for scott)

5

(Dez)

With a grunt, Scott forces the shard back into the leg, causing you no small amount of pain. "You'll make it, I just need to get you to cover."

1-20 (Scott running and getting you to cover.)

17

(Dez)

Scott races across the hard crust of the Canadian snow carrying you slung over his shoulder. He races for the remains of a Conclave assault tank, but suddenly his legs give out from under him as a mass reactive bullet from a sniper rips through the limb, then another removes his crown in a shower of jellied gray matter and gore. You hit the snow, you can see the burned out shell of the tank just a few feet away...

"Scott! Godammit!"

I run over to take cover behind the wrecked tank, trying to keep my mind of Scotts death.

(Dez)

Crawling with all your strength, you manage to reach the crashed tank, hiding behind it's smoldering bulk. Gun fire pings off the reninforced armor.

"Somebody give me some back up!"

On the floor in pain, I take my assault rifle out, and prepare to fire at any hostiles.

(Dez)

You gun down several Conclave soldiers with your rifle as more UN troops continue their attack on the Primary Gate.

4

(Howler)

I'll wait for Gaz. In the meantime, check out my new RP.

"Emile! Rachel! Varz! Nick! Where are you?!"

(Dez)

Emile's voice fills your headset. "We're pinned down by an HK, we can't leave our position without being shot to hell. Varz is down, and I can't reach the captain!"

"Well my leg is pretty bad right now, so I might not be able to help. I have got some troops nearby though, I can send them your way!"

"Got it. What the hell is that!?" "Shoot it! Shoot the f*cking thing! Kill it!" The sounds of screams of fear and pain blare through your headset, along with the sound of something bellowing.

"Oh s**t! Emile!? Emile do you read me!?"

Only the screams of the team can be heard, and the bellowing of some hungry beast, and the sounds of flesh being pulled from bones. The snipers pinning you down run off somewhere to your right.

"Oh s**t I gotta go!"

I crawl around the tank, looking for any enemies.
I call for help from any nearby soldiers.

The field is empty of enemy troops, but the sounds of brutal combat can be heard from the Primary Gate. "Dez, that you?" a voice crackles over your com, Rachel. "We got hit by something big, it just charged out of the Primary, and charged us. It's at least 9 feet tall. And f*ck, it's strong! It tore Emile in half with one pull. I got out when the blanks engaged, they attracted it's attention long enough for me to get away. I'm headed to your position."

10

"Godammit, Emile. Anyway, good to know your on the way. Tell me if anything comes up on your way here."

(Gaz)

You through the creature off you, rolling on top of it, hacking off it's head with your wrist mounted mono-knife, causing caustic blood to ooze from the stump. It looks around for you still, it's neck searching. Getting up from the ground, you lift your ripsaw and tear the ghastly creature to gory chunks.

(Dez)

"I'll try to send you some more help, but no promises. Sh*t, that thing was huge! Word of advice, if you see it, run like hell, don't bother trying to engage. I got a trace on Gaz, he's near the primary gate, from his audio feed, it sounds like he was jumped by one of those things. He made a confirmed kill, so we know they can be killed."

so im dead?

Yes, yes you are. You are officially the longest living player in the Lazarus RP. Now go on and make a new character.

Oh, and check out the Uriah RPG, the Siege of Orcholde has begun, don't be left out!

Gaz scans the area looking for any other enemies

"Acknowledged. I'll wait for you, and then we can go and find Gaz."

"Guys? Hello?
I just got jumped by this giant thing
ive been stabbed in the head and chest a fair bit
but i managed to kill it
If anyones coming my way ill try to carry on but try and get me a medic"

"Gaz, hey I can read you, I am a bit hurt myself but I'm mobile. Scott's dead so we'll have to go and find another medic. Rachel and I will find you as soon as we've met up, as I think it's best we all stay together as soon as we are close."

(Dez)

You glance out across the blood-stained snow, and can make out Rachel running at full tilt towards you. Strangely, she attracts no enemy fire, even though several Conclave sniper posts have been stationed about the Primary Gate. When she reaches you, her yellow armor is stained with blood, none of it her own, you realize with a start that it is likely Emilie's. "The coast is clear, too clear. It looks like the blanks took off after whatever attacked us, we've managed to hack one of their channels, and it looks like they've been hit too." She pauses, her eyes going blank for a second. "Those things... they... one of them wore Nick's face, but I knew it wasn't him, it... wore his face."

(Howler)

You had a name once, at least you assume it was your name they screamed as you feasted on them. Only hours ago, you were weak, inferior, but the Hive Mind saw it fit to bless you, now you are an instrument of their will. Moments ago, you were transformed into a thing of beuty, a deadly rose encased in venomed thorns. As you stand in the gore stained snow, you sniff the air, aware of the wounded nearby. An overturned tank houses two huddling figures. Prey.

"Don't worry, I'm sure it wasn't anything to do with Nick," I pause for a second, studying my last words carefully, doubting its truth. "Anyway, c'mon, we've got to find Gaz, hes hurt. Just watch out for anything, and remember, shoot first, kill secondly."

(Dez)

She nods. "You're probably right, let's get moving." The pair of you make your out from behind the tank, the medpack Scott strapped to your leg shoots painkillers into the wound as you make your way across the eerily deserted battlefield. What disturbs you even more is the fact that you can find no bodies. You can see smashed weapons platforms from either faction strewn about the Primary Gate like toys. After walking for several minutes, you and Rachel come across Gaz, a deep rent opened across his chest, and his helmet cracked from what appears to be teeth marks. He's hurt, but he'll make it if he gets medical aid. With no medic about, and with both of you wounded, you glance towards the Primary Gate, it's massive blast doors now opened during the firefight. You had heard that the Conclave had breached the Primary Gate, but the more you look at it, the more it seems that they were let in by something on the inside.

(Gaz, you are now with Dez and Rachel)

"well should *takes deep breath* we investigate?"
Coughs up blood

Name: Ray294
Personality: Dark, cynical, morbid, ruthless
Faction: Conclave
Class: Ghost
Personal History:Has no memory of life before the Conclave but they told him his parents had been killed by the UN, he seeks revenge for the life he thinks they stole from him as a child.
Family: Deceased, as far as he knows.
Worst Fear: That it wasn't the UN who killed his family.
Hopes For The Future: To one day know what truly happened.
Motivation: To find his lost memories or at the very least, the reason why he can't remember.

(Ray 294)

Dead, they were dead. Your kill team was killed to the man by... these, things... They were hideous parodies of man, warped and twisted until they were something far more, and far less. They had entered through the Primary Gate, only to be ambushed by a host of unnatural beasts, beasts that sought only to spill their blood and take their lives. Now you stand in the dimly lit hallway that stands near Observation Pod C14, the domed glass splattered with gore from the creature and it's victim locked within. When your team had been killed, you sprinted down the corridor, seeking to get to a more advantageos position. You found it in Observation Pod C14, but you were not alone. A gangly creature with serrated bone jutting from it's slender limbs was in there with you. It's body was a blur as it charged towards you, it's limbs popping and snapping as they dislocated from the sockets due to such furious motion. You leapt back out, slamming the air-sealed door behind you. As you looked back out into the hallway you just escaped, what appears to be a set of flattened lungs with a gaping head attatched desends from an air vent, gliding towards you at frightning speed.

"Is there anyway out of this death trap!" Ray quickly fires his rifle at the abomination.

(Ray 294)

Pick a number 1-10

6

(Ray 294, right on the mark!)

You fire your anti-material rifle at the horror, punching a mass-reactive round through the lung/wings, causing it to fall in mid-flight to the ground. You proceed to stomp the life out of the still snapping head. You breath a sigh of relief as it stops struggling. Looking about, you find yourself in a darkly lit hallway, with a painted sign that reads;
MEDICAL BAYS 35-80 ->
<-PRIMARY GATE

"Better try an find some medical supplies if I have any hope of surviving in this death heap." He muttered to himself as he entered through the gate of the medical bay.

You head down the right hallway, taking wary note of the fleshy growths on the wall that seem to pulse and throb when you pass them. As you enter the corridor, you can see several Lazarus Guard corpses. They appear to have been killed by something huge, gory chunks of them have been pulled from their frames by massive claws or teeth. Whatever did this must have been at least nine feet tall. Giant horror aside, you reach the Medical Bays without incident. The first bay's door is already open, but the lights have been blown in this section,, and the bay itself is blanketed in darkness.

(ooc) Do I have anything like lighter, flashlight perhaps?

(Yep, you've got a standard issue flashlight on your helmet..)

He turns the light on and treks warily into recently illuminated area.

As you shine your light into the gloom, it falls upon the prostrate form of a Lazarus scientist, his flesh swollen and luminous with a strange orange fluid. He screams, as if the fluid filled sacks cause him great pain. He turns towards you, his face bulging and mishapen from the growths. "Kill me, please!" He charges at you full tilt, still baying in agony.

1-12

8

You fail to avoid the charging horror, and as it strikes you, it bursts into a foul cocktail of toxic fluids, spraying you with ooze and gore with explosive force. Luckily, you twist aside, avoiding most of the acidic chemicals, merley melting the front of your suit.

Attempting to recover he aims and desperately fires his pistol.

(Darksage, it killed itself in the explosion, sorry should have been more clear)

(oh ok I thought it just spat at me or something) "it will be a miracle if there is still one living thing in this entire facility" he grumbled to himself angrily trying to remove ruined pieces of the suit off his torso. He then continued to search the room for any possible medical supplies.

You find several instant-use medpacks, a single vial of red mutagen, and a laser scalpel.

Your radio crackles, and you can hear the voice of Field Officer 318 speaking in a sloppy, buzzing voice, as if he was speaking through gelatin. "You are flawed. We are perfected. Join us. Sing our songs." Then the radio cuts off.

"Sorry but I'm not gonna dance to that tune" he muttered. Then continued to advance from the bay, his rifle ready fire at the slightest movement.

You can still hear the bubbling voice of the Field Officer over your com as you sort through the wreckage of the bay, and you manage to find a power saw of the kind used to cut through casts and the like. As you listen to your com, you can hear a new voice, a female voice; "I'll try to send you some more help, but no promises. Sh*t, that thing was huge! Word of advice, if you see it, run like hell, don't bother trying to engage. I got a trace on Gaz, he's near the primary gate, from his audio feed, it sounds like he was jumped by one of those things. He made a confirmed kill, so we know they can be killed." Obviously, it's not a member of your kill team, and her voice has too much emotion to belong to the Conclave. Your channels must have crossed.

I try to make my uniform unrecognizable to the UN and try to make my way to their last known position. "this just got more interesting."

Using your tracker (standard equipment for all Ghosts), you find the signal located at the Primary Gate. Finding the cast off uniform of a dead UN sniper, you don it, and make your way towards the gate.

"This is either going to go very well or it's going to get me a one way ticket to a firing line. Either way here goes everything" he thought to himself as he approached the position on his tracker.

"Okay then lets go in, I'll take the front. Gaz, you take back, and Rachel can stay between us. Keep your assault rifle loaded and ready to use. Let's go. Oh, and Gaz, as soon as we find medical equipment, we'll try and help, for now, just stay alive."

Very cautiously, we begin to make our way through the primary gate, to what lies inside.

"ill be fine .
probably anyway"

(Dez, Gaz Rachel)

You enter through the massive blast doors of the Primary Gate, the darkness of the Lazarus Facility swallowing you whole as you enter. Your helmet lights snap on, and the sterile white of the facility reflects harshly back to your eyes. A great lobby greets you, a collection of reference desks and lifts align the walls, and a malfunctioning hologram of a scientist repeats his greeting again and again. One of the lifts appears to have had it's doors forced open, and a dismembered corpse lies within. As you continue to scan the lobby, the great doors of the Primary Gate begin to rumble shut, and with a sound like eternity, they slam shut. Before you can contemplate on your situation, a figure stumbles from the darkness. A man wearing the uniform of a UN sniper, and laden with medical supplies.

I walk toward the upturned tank and approach the downed knowing they are easy prey.

(Howler)

The weak things have departed before you could reach them, but their scent lingers strong in the air. You sniff the ground, following the scent all the way to the closed doors of the Primary Gate. Three of them, and two of them are wounded.

I let out a howl.

"Hold your fire! I'd hate to get my head blown off looking for you guys. My name is James, I was part of a squad of reinforcements sent to aid you guys." I turn my gaze back to the medical bay. "Reinforcements...What a joke, They overwhelmed our team in minutes, I barely made it out. I have some medical equipment are any of you in need of an operation? I'm not the medic of the team but I've got some experience, enough to patch some of you up anyway."

(Howler)

You let out a howl, and the air seems to quiver with the sound. Within minutes, more howls go up in response, and a group of six more howlers trot across the snow to the front of the Primary Gate, eager for the blood you've promised.

I whisper to Gaz and Rachel,

"Do you think we can trust him?"

Before, I ask the trooper,

"What's your service tag soldier?"

I glance at the tag from the uniform and reads it to him "Look, this place is a blood bath, we need to find a safe position now, unless you want to join them in the after life I've got a few medical supplies, feel free to use them."

"Could you patch me up like now?"

"Yeah, I could try, you are in need of serous medical help sorta outside my abilities but I could give it a shot. Lie down on the table back in the medical room, I just came from there and it all seems clear."

"Dez,Rachel can you cover us while im out I trust this guy I don't know about you two."

"Well, ready when you are."

(James)

You open up the medpack, and pull out a set of stitches, and get to work, using the laser scalpel to cauterize his wounds.

1-15

10

After fumbling with the scalpel a bit, you manage to patch Gaz up, however, you leave a scar he won't soon forget. Rachel looks at you warily, as if she doesn't quite trust you.

"Well that went considerable well, all things considered sorry about the scar." I move from the operating table and give Gaz a hand up, I go back out into the hall, trying to rid myself from Rachel's uncomfortable glare.

"Well that doesn't look to good?
ahh well it will be fine in a few daays
you are trust a lot by me now."

(Uh, Gaz? Proper grammar.)

As you are lifted from the table by James, you can hear a horrific howl coming from, well, everywhere. You know that sound well, and it chills your blood.

"gak! Get to a vantage point, keep them away from me and I'll cover you in range with my sniper. I'm no ones dinner." He growled.

You scramble an overturned table and aim your rifle at the door. The howling continues, and you can hear skittering in the vents above... Rachel fires into the vents with her assault rifle, spraying the grate with bullets. You can hear the howls waver in pitch, as if they are speaking to one another.

I start firing into the vent at the skittering sounds, piercing any area emitting noise.

You can hear the howlers running about in the vents, one shrieking as one of your rounds hits it's mark. Behind you, you can hear a grate bursting, you whip around, and a howler inflates it's grossly deformed lungs and howls.

1-10

3

(Gaz, post!)

Your head is filled with a horrible ringing sound, as the howler leaps the distance and lands on your chest. Rachel stops firing, and you can hear her weapon clatter to the floor. "Oh my god, Nick?"

"SCREW NICK! THIS ISN'T NICK!" He screamed slashing into the howlers head with his combat knife. Never being so glad he had a helmet to guard his face from the dripping puss on the creature.

You stab at the creature, lodging your knife in one it's eyes, it responds by clamping it's jaws around the offending member, and it pulls.

1-12

9

With a meaty rip, the howler severs your hand, spraying it's deformed face with your blood. Rachel is moving again, and hacks of the howler's head with your power saw, coating both of you in gore. She pulls you out of the room, even as two more howlers burst from the vents.

1-10 (to prevent blacking out)

8

You manage to stay awake, and Rachel pulls you out of the room, slamming the transparent doors shut. With horror, you can see that the howler that she decapitated is still moving it's neck back and forth, as if searching for you. "Oh god, oh god, oh god..." She uses the scalpel to cauterize the wound, "That'll have to do for now. Oh god, no!" You follow her gaze, and can see the howlers leaping back into the vents, and racing along the grating.

"Gaz shoot with your machine gun and rip everything in those vents to shreds!"

Name: Syth39
Personality: cold and ruthless, willing let anyone die to get his means. the few who are important either by personal friend or by objective means he will give his life for unless it goes against his goal.
Faction: Conclave
Class: enforcer
Personal History: at a young age he walked into a no man's land battle zone. as a result he lost his right eye by a piece of sharpnel. the chunk of metal casue surprisingly little brain damage but enough to create an alternate personallty suffering a extreme dimmentia blocking out pyschics with gruemsome images of battle and death, this personallty has a knack of appearing at the worst of times creating distrust and hatred for him in the conclave.
Family: anternative persoanlty, named quarantine.
Worst Fear: allowing the dimmentia to control him.
Hopes For The Future: curing the dimmentia
Motivation: search in private, kill in public, thats in my matto

(Syth 39)

You don't know how long you've been running for. The corpses of the rest of your squad lay far behind you, lost in the maze -like passages of the Lazarus Facility. Your com crackles with mad, burbling prayer, in the voices of your squadmates. Rocketing around a corner, you find yourself in the Medical Bays, the sterile white floor coated with gore. In your head, Quarantine laughs gleefully, in hopes of more death. You can hear the sounds of combat around the corner, and the baying howls of things less than human. You can hear them skittering in the vents above you.

Name: Strelok Tauben
Personality: Jaded and logical.
Faction: UN Lazarus personnel
Class: Scientist
Personal History: One of the few surviving professors from with the Lazarus project. After two years of living with the knowledge of his mistake the UN sent in the add the UN solders in their mission.
Family: A wife who was a fellow scientist who was killed when things went to kill.
Worst Fear: Knowing his work can't be complete
Hopes For The Future: The facility stays working.
Motivation: Complete his project

unclipping the safegaurd on the hoster of my pistol preparing for anything. i raise my shotgun to fire two rounds into the vent in the north and south. i listening quietly waiting for anymovement, i quickly reload my shotgun to replace the two spent rounds. quarantine screams to get my attention to one of the corpses. a doctor in a mental attention garb catches my attetnion, i kick the corspe to find a man killed by something that made his body wither. in his hand is his personal jounal. i quickly snatch it placed it in my pack. to remember the oringal threat.

(UN, not UK)

The flight had been short and uneventful, almost dull. You had expected more, to feel more, but only cold emptiness greeted your thoughts as the Lazarus Facility comes into view. The landing had also been uneventful, which was odd, due to the fact that they were landing in a warzone. The dropship was immediatly attacked by things far less than human, that had killed the crew, and sent you running for the Primary Gate. You slipped inside, and now find yourself in the main lobby.

Strelok gets his pistol ready and tries to made his way the UN ASAP.

( Syth 39)

A grate bursts open, and a stooped creature with grossly deformed and massive lungs growing from it's back howls as it leaps at you.

Pick a number 1-10

(Strelok)

You can see a trail of fresh blood leading to the medbays.

9

Strelok follows in slowly.

(Syth 39)

Your helmet cuts off the howl, and you sidestep the leap, and the creature slams into the wall, it rights it self, and growls, tensing for another pounce.

(Strelok)

As you near the end of the trail, you see that something stirs in medbay 26, and you can make out a hunched shape, searching about the room, no, sniffing. It wheels around, and it's horrible once-man face snarls at you, and it clammers into a vent.

Strelok doesn't take the change and heads back hoping it didn't see him.

i leap backwards using my pistol fire several rounds into one of its hindleg's joints.

(Strelok)

You move quickly, and as silently as possible, but you can hear things skittering about in the vents. Also, the sound of shotgun fire can be heard further down the hall.

(Syth 39)

Pick a number 1-10

Strelok assumes it's the team and moves to the sound of the fire.

4

(Strelok)

You move down the hallway, and find a Conclave Enforcer doing battle with a howler.

(Syth 39)

You shoot the howler in one of the legs, the powerful rounds snapping it off in a gory spray. As you do so, a man wearing a scientist's uniform speeds around the corner, looking equally surprised to see you.

the howler lunches but with less effect due to losing a leg, picking up my shotgun i fire a round into its face forcing it to the ground. i fire three rounds, one in each limb. with four rounds left i fire another two into its head. quickly getting behind i slowly back watching for signs of movement toward the door with my comrade waiting. quarantines starts singing as loudly about how our blood thirst beats demons or even the devil himself

Name: Frankenstein
Personality: a happy nice to be around kinda guy
Faction: UN
Class: Psych
Personal History: grew up in a small town until zombies invaded
Family: dead
Worst Fear: giant mutant spiders
Hopes For The Future: no more zombies
Motivation: lots and lots of heavy metal music at all times to keep him exited and for the future battles

I reach into the med kit and start attaching a prosthetic hand. "Rachel, cover me, I won't become easy bait for these things because you thought one of them were your friends and didn't blow it to pieces. What were you going to do? Have a freaking tea party with it!"

(Syth 29, DO NOT GODMODD!)

Pick a number 1-10

(well you wernt giving me any details)
7

(Frankenstein)

Your mind is filled with alien voices that cry out for warping change and death, their prayers threatening to break your mind. Ever since you entered the Lazarus Facility, things have gone from bad to worse, you were cut off from your squad, and then locked inside the facility. You are now in the lobby, and the dim lighting shows several lifts, and a damaged holo of a scientist repeating a greeting in an endless loop.

I lead my small following of howlers and try to find a way into the gate by digging or climbing.

(Syth 39)

You kill the creature with a well timed blast from your Mauler Shotgun, tearing it in two with your weight of fire.

i walk around weapon drawn trying to find a way to carry on (like an unlocked door, hole, ect)

(Howler, read page 8, the pack is already in the building)

(Frankenstein)

Some of the lifts still work, and there is a trail of blood going off towards the medbays.

i grab him by the collar pull him to the door and open it to let Strelok in to help intterogate

(James)

Rachel looks shamefully at her feet. "That thing, it wore Nick's face... it looked at me... like it knew me... I'm sorry I choked, I... how could it know me?"

(Syth 39, Strelok is the scientist, talk to him)

(oh sorry)
I crawl around in the vents being careful not to give away my position, every grate I pass I make sure that I check for the 2 that got away.

(Howler)

There, below you, a male and a female, you can smell the fear radiating off them in delicous waves.

(Sorry)

i look him from head to toe looking for any sign of injury or weapons, "Who are you?" i ask intimatatingly as i sit on the least bloodiest part of my most recent victim

I aim my mouth in their direction and let out a howl.

(Syth 39, I'll wait from Strelok to respond before I post for you or Strelok again.)

(OK)

(James, Rachel)

You hear a fearsome howl coming from the vents.

1-10 (James)
1-10 (Rachel)

"I lost my hand because of those few seconds, Ughh" He grunted as the sharp pain filled his arm as he snapped his new hand fully into place." That thing wasn't Nick, not anymore, next time you hesitate someone could die, stay on your toes. No hard feelings by the way" he stopped for a second "It was only a hand, I was lucky enough to be graced with two of them."

6 me
9 rachel

i follow the trail of blood shaking of fear of what is to come

(James, Rachel)

Both of you resist the howl, and raise your weapons to the vent.

(Frankenstein)

You make your way to the medbays, and find a scene of carnage, the bodies of UN soldiers lay strewn about, and you can hear the sounds of combat further ahead.

Seeing that my howl didn't work i jump out of the vent before they can fire off a shot, i jump lashing out towards there throats.

Rachel and I both start shooting tearing the vent to pieces blasting wherever the slightest sound is.

(Howler)

1-10

(James, Rachel)

1-10

see what i can find to use in the area and then venture forward tword the combat in hopes to find companion

me 4
rachel 2

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(Howler, James, Rachel)

The howler leaps, but misjudges the distance, and lands next to Rachel, bearing it's fangs. You pull your pistol on the beast, and fire two rounds into it's chest, staggering it a bit.

I leap to the side, letting out another howl.

(Frankenstein)

You find 2 medpacks, and a vial of green mutagen

You make your way through the medbays, finding the remains of a UN soldier.

I shoot it trying to blast it in the lung. Rachel backs up firing with her machine gun.

i see what i can find on the un soldier if anything is left and look around for a passageway forward

(Howler, James, Rachel)

1-10, all of you

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