"Now would be a good time to get on the gatling Halon." Shadow called back.
"Really, I can?" Halon called back happily.
A small hatch near the roof opened up and Halon exposed half of himself to the air. He grabbed the gatling and quickly set it up.
"Nice to meet you again." Halon said to the gatling as he began to squeeze the trigger.
"Don't shoot the truck!" Halon cold barely hear coming from Shadow.
"I know, I know. I'm not that feth head Patrick you know." Halon called back down as his first volley went off.
The truck was beginning to speed away as ghouls erupted into a myriad of dark tinted colors. It made it a little bit more difficult because the truck was moving now, but he could still aim around it. Then the battle bus jolted as Shadow began to speed up to stay with the truck.
Halon turned around and sprayed a few more rounds until they were out of sight of the ghouls.
"I'm going to stay out a little bit." Halon called back down "To keep watch and all that."
"Have fun, just don't get anyone's attention." Shadow called back to Halon.
"Halon seems to be enjoying himself too much." Saunders said to Shadow.
"Yeah, he was like that before though." Shadow said "He seems like a good kid and probably just likes shooting the gatling off, the first time he did he came down all smiles. Actually he got knocked off a roof, but he was having fun while he was on the gun."
"Knocked off a roof?" Saunders said questioningly.
"Yeah, zombie knocked him out of a 'crows nest' we had set up." Shadow began "Landed on top of the zombie and didn't get bitten. Lucky as hell."
"Yeah, but luck runs out you know." Saunders said with a chuckle "This one time we were..."
Saunders began to tell Shadow a story about one of his previous missions. Shadow told one of his stories and soon a contest broke out over who had the best story.
"Hey, I think I see something." Halon called down from the gun.
"Is it falling apart?" Shadow called back.
"No, it looks like, it looks like a black truck or something." Halon shouted back down.
"Where?" Shadow called out as he looked out of his windows and into his mirrors.
"Way over to the west. On another highway." Halon shouted. "Wait, its gone now."
"Which way did it go?" Shadow said excitedly.
"I...I don't know it just went poof and disappeared." Halon said as he climbed back into the battle bus. "Should we tell Tombstone?"
"I was just about to do that." Shadow said reaching for the CB.
I'm assuming Silver is holiday, like me, so cannot access the internet. Or maybe there's some other reason he's not posting but I dunno. Anyway, as I said, I'm still on holiday so no IC for me. I'll be back home Monday, so try not to get all our characters in a gakky situation.
The giant hulking zombie bellowed as it stood over the corpse of what had formerly been the last living thing in the city. Every direction it turned its bloated and misshapen head all it could see was destruction and the shambling corpses of the risen-again. Away on the horizon smoke drifted from distant convoys of survivors fleeing to the countryside.
A deep growl emerged from its dripping maw as it saw its prey escaping. It moved off into the street - herding a mass of zombies ahead of it...
***
Lord was desperate for the bathroom. He slowed his car down to a crawl and scanned the sides of the roads. Seeing nothing amid the trees and bushes he pulled over to the side of the road and got out of the car. Checking for any sign of zombies he walked around to the side of a nearby bush and lowered his trousers, squatting down to take care of business and reflecting on the last few crazy days.
His guts spasmed as the junk he had been eating attempted to force its way out. He moaned in pain as the movement passed, the sound and his own self absorption completely masking the sound of the approaching zombie until it was far too late... Squatting on the ground with his trousers around his ankles he didn't stand a chance...
***
In the war room the men sat arguing, trying to appoint blame for the colossal failure that had been the national defense in the last few days, as well as the horrible results of the use of nuclear weapons at several sites where the human population had been estimated to be below 5%. On the screens set into the tables in front of them was the video report which showed the mutated corpse of what had once been a relatively young boy - the identification that had been carefully extracted from his torn and soiled clothes identified him to be "Dave". He'd been captured after the atomic blast which detonated over "The City" and was currently being restrained and examined in a remote testing station. The video had frozen on a frame showing "Dave" ripping his left arm free of his restraints just before the explosive bolts fitted to his collar exploded, destroying the specimen.
**
It is now DAY FOUR. You are screwed.
Lord is now DEAD.
Dave is now DEAD.
There are now 9 remaining players.
Remaining players: Player: ghosty
Name: Kiera
Player: Darkvoidof40k
Name: "Shadow"
Player: halonachos
Name: "Halon" nickname due to massive chemistry interest.
" Hey Tombstone..we may have some company" Shadows voice came over the CB speaker.
" What? more walkers?" The biker asked, glancing about.
" Nope." Shadow replied "Halon says he saw a truck..a black truck..over on the next highway over."
" What?..was it moving?" Tombstone inquired.
" I doubt he'd have mentioned it if it was upside down on fire." Shadow laughed.
" Anyone ever tell you that your a smart ass?" The biker laughed.
" From time to time." Shadow said " So what about the truck?"
" Way I see it,we can't be the only people who are still alive" Tombstone said " They're probably people escaping from the city...just like us."
"Maybe." Shadow said " But Halon said they dropped out of sight pretty quick..if they were survivors..wouldn't they have tried to get our attention?"
" Maybe they were scared." The biker said " You are driving an urban tank in case you forgot."
" Good point" replied Shadow " But I still think it's a bit odd."
" I hear ya" Tombstone said " We'll be extra cautious if we see them again...just in case they're up to no good."
" Roger that brother" Shadow said " They try any funny stuff ,I let Halon do a bit of target practice on them."
" He does love that Gatling doesn't he" Tombstone laughed.
" Yes" Shadow replied " I think he does."
The biker laughed and hung the mic back on the CB side.
" So who do you think Halon saw?" Keira asked
" Like I said" Tombstone replied " probably just another group of survivors trying to get away from the zombies and find someplace safe."
" Maybe it's some government people"Daisy said " out inspecting their handy work that that bomb caused."
Tombstone shrugged "Maybe..Halon said they didn't seem to want to be noticed...maybe it was some feds out for a drive."
" What if it's looters or something...people out to try to rob other survivors?" Keira asked.
" Well" the biker said " considering we have enough fire power to take over a small country..I'd say they'd be setting themselves up for a pretty bad time."
" All the guns in the world won't help if they set a trap or something." Keira said.
The biker paused, "Good point...we'll just have to keep a sharp eye out...keep our guard up."
The biker lit a cigarette and scanned the horizon,all this talk of traps and ambushing ,had him extra watchful...
The Huge Man was irritated,he was almost certain that they had been spotted by whoever had been in the police vehicle or the truck.
Stealth was essential to the success of the mission,and now it was very likely that those in the vehicles knew about them.
...Of course,he couldn't even be certain that those who had Mr. Phoenix's daughter were the same people they had seen,but the law of averages said they were.
Well,no point in concerning himself with what could not be changed,he ordered his convoy to return to the border of the city...he would deal with the entire situation there.
Hey, can I get K and Vikky mod killed? I can't think of a way to write it up myself, other than the fact it has to be romantically tragic. Also, Silver, if you want to use the Doctor in a future event (seperate to K and Vikky dying, if possible) then feel free to do so.
I can't really think of what to do with K and Vikky anymore, besides coma dreams.
IC: Keira sat in the back of the truck, and watched as the scenery streamed by. She was tired, but she fought back the urge to sleep. There will be plenty of time for that when she's dead, she mused to herself. Turning her head back to the interior of the truck, she looked at the 6 battered survivors she was with. Barely 4 days had passed and now each one was embittered, and scarred. There was Tombstone, who seemed to have doubts about his career choice, now the end of the world was here, the hippy, who, now free of the chains that humanity had placed upon her, was becoming more and more sadistic by the day. There was Bonzo, who seemed to have become oddly sane, which made him all the more unsettling. There was Tom, who...
Tom?
Keira stared across the truck to where her lover was sitting. He was splattered in blood and dirt and his face was caked with dried vomit. He slowly raised his haggard face, and Keira could see straight through the bullet hole she had left in him. Yellowing eyes rolled in their sockets, and as he spoke, sounds that conjured images of coffins and musty crypts filled her mind, and blood foamed from his cracked lips.
"You killed me..."
Keira's eyes snapped open with a start. She was crying.
" We'll be coming up on Cape city in about thirty minutes" the biker said. " I believe we're within radio range of the Satan's safe house...I'll try reaching them."
Tombstone lifted the mic off the CB and depressed the call switch.
" This is Tombstone calling Devils Den..repeat Tombstone calling Devils Den..One Eye you out there?...Over."
The reply came almost instantly.
" Stone!!" A voice boomed back over the speaker " You old son of a...where are you?"
" We are in bound my brother" The biker said " ETA 30 minutes."
" We'll roll out the red carpet for you man" Said One Eye " and give you any cover you need coming in...it's still a bit hairy out there."
" Roger that brother" Tombstone said " I'll radio you again in about 15 minutes...and One Eye,have Phoenix standing by next time...I have someone here he'll want to talk with."
The biker looked at Jennifer.
" Roger that Stone..15 minutes..over and out." One Eye said.
" Almost there kids" Tombstone said " let's giddy up"
The biker brought the truck up to 50 mph and begin to whistle a bit to himself....
Welcome back ghosty. Also, that's unfortunate for K and Vikki though, especially since Shadow and Halon are still in the same vehicle I think (actually hope) we can wait until they are somewhat away from us.
Silver might nuke them somehow and I don't want to be near that when it happens.
Or I could try for ya, just may not be romantic as both are in a coma after all.
IC:
"We're almost there guys." Shadow said nonchalantly while he put the CB down. "Tombstone said he could pickup his friend's radio signal."
"I'll be a bit more careful with the gatling then." Halon said over the wind blowing past him.
"Actually I think it may be better if you got off of the gatling until we meet Tomb's friends. People tend to react negatively when you point a large weapon at them when you first meet them." Shadow advised.
"Alrighty then." Halon said dissappointedly "But if they start something..."
"Then you'll be up there in a few seconds." Shadow finished.
Another 30 whole minutes or so and they would be able to maybe relax and eat and even maybe get a larger gun.
The truck moved steadily along,roadside passing by rapidly,as the city loomed into view,stalled cars and wrecks became more plentiful,near impassable in some areas.
"Feth" the biker muttered,they were close enough to see the skyline of Cape city now,and Tombstone was becoming frustrated with the slow progress they were now making due to the twisted snarls of wrecked and abandoned cars.
Equally aggravating was due to the proximity to the city,the number of ghouls on the highway had increased,though they had not become a hindrance to the trucks progress yet,Tombstone kept his eyes open for any signs of larger groups of zombies.
Daisy scanned the horizon,watching a small horde of ghouls shambling through a field towards the highway.
"Do you think that there will be alot more of them as we get closer to the city?" she asked.
" Do flies love gak?" Tombstone replied " yes babe,you can count on it,we're going to have to get through a whole slew of these feths to get to the safe house."
Keira spoke from the back seat " Perhaps we'd do better letting Shadow lead the way in the battle bus."
"Well...if we had to go into the city ..I'd agree,but we're actually going past the city...so I think we should be ok" Tombstone said.
" Should I get on that big machine gun you've affixed to the roof of the truck?" Bonzo said.
Tombstone glanced into the rear view mirror,staring at the clowns reflection,the biker was honestly unsure as to how he should answer,did he really believe the formerly insane clown could operate a .50 cal?
The biker thought for another second or two and answered " I'll tell you what Bonzo,if things start to get hairy,you go right ahead an man that sucker." he paused then added " You know how to fire a .50 cal?"
Bonzo looked into the mirror,meeting Tombstones eyes " What's to know? you pull back the bolt,point the weapon at the target,squeeze the trigger and make the target stop moving."
" Good enough answer for me buddy" Tombstone said with a slight grin.
Bonzo simply nodded.
" Shouldn't we be contacting my Father." Jennifer said looking anxious.
" Five minutes Princess" Tombstone replied. "Then the two of you can chit chat your little hearts out."
"Have I mentioned what an ass you are?" Jennifer said staring at Tombstone,a small smile on her lips.
" Not in the past hour or so darling"the biker smiled and lit a cigarette.
Tombstone brought the truck up to 40 MPH as the wrecked and stalled cars thinned out a bit,closing the distance between them and the safe house....
From the outskirts of the city,The Huge Man surveyed the Highway.
It wouldn't be much longer now,judging the speed at which the other vehicles had been traveling he estimated ten minutes until they were within range.
A dozen or more reanimates had taken notice of the convey and were slowly making their way towards The Huge Mans Hummer.
" Attend to those things." The Huge Man ordered .
several of the men lept from their seats,suppressed weapons in hand,in a moment all the ghouls had been swiftly and silently destroyed.
The Huge Man glanced at the Rat Faced Man,Ratty was busily attaching a silencer to an MP5-SD.
"When we make contact." The Huge Man said " You will suppress your ever present urge for overreaction..you will make no move until I have ordered them...am I understood?"
" I understand perfectly." Rat Face replied checking the weapons magazine,he grinned thinking to himself " perhaps,my large friend,you should be extremely careful ...accidents do happen."...
Tombstone glanced in his side mirror as his brain registered new noise; his senses indicating it was coming from behind. As he did so, the Battle-Bus slipped ahead, stereo booming. As Shadow passed the truck, he leaned his head out of the window and looked at his biker buddy, grinning wildly. "I'm in the mood to frag some undead!"
As the Battle-Bus pulled ahead, it gained in speed. Shadow could be heard screaming over the loud music: "Woooooooooooohooooooo!!!"
Tombstone had a worrying thought as an arm portruded from the BB's driver window, holding a pistol and firing off shots at a few shambling zombies. Maybe having a nuke dropped on his head has had an affect on him after all.. just not physically.
"Dude what the hell are you doin'?" Halon called over the sound of the music.
"Fraggin'." Came the reply.
"Fifteen minutes from haven and you're going on an ghoul hunt?"
"Some gak like that."
What the heck Halon thought. "What the heck!"
Halon grabbed an AK-47 that was on one of the shelves and leapt into the minigun turret. He began peppering every ghoul he saw with bullets. "Like phesent huntin'." He yelled. "But better!"
"Ha-ha! That's the spirit ma man!" Shadow shouted back, just as the bullet-proof windscreen vibrated with the hard impact of a round of bullet fire recocheting off it.
"Son-of-a-bitch! What the feth was that?"
~~
The big man glared down at the rat-faced man who was now scrounging on the ground, blood trickling out of his nose.
"I told you to wait for my command!" he shouted, kicking the man in the nuts, hard.
OOC: Welcome back Dark...missed you man.
You basicly read my mind concerning "Ratface and The Huge Man" in your RP,I had definatly planned to have Ratty "jump the gun" and tip away their posistion.
FITZZ wrote: OOC: Welcome back Dark...missed you man.
You basicly read my mind concerning "Ratface and The Huge Man" in your RP,I had definatly planned to have Ratty "jump the gun" and tip away their posistion.
You know what they say about great minds.. (and generally I find it's true)
Tombstone saw the Battle Bus swerve slightly,at that same instant the biker caught a glance of the strobing effect he knew could only be a muzzle flash.
" Some crazy feth is shooting at them" Tombstone said.
Bonzo,with out hesitation ,dove to the rear of the truck and popped out of the modified sun roof manning the .50 caliber.
Tombstone glanced in the direction from where the muzzle flashes had come,he could make out not one...but four black H3 Hummers, several men scrambling around them...taking up combat positions.
He keyed the CB mic " Shadow ..to your left man..hostiles on your left."
" Who the feth are they?" Daisy said ,snatching up her AR-15.
" Don't know." Tombstone replied " But I'm going to fething find out!"
The Biker closed the distance between the truck and the battle bus...
FITZZ wrote: OOC: Welcome back Dark...missed you man.
You basicly read my mind concerning "Ratface and The Huge Man" in your RP,I had definatly planned to have Ratty "jump the gun" and tip away their posistion.
You know what they say about great minds.. (and generally I find it's true)
The Huge Man was enraged, The Rat Faced fool had alerted the others to his presence.
Opening fire on the vehicles had not been the plan,Mr. Phoenix's daughter was to be retrieved ,the others were to be disposed of quickly and without incident.
The Huge Man glanced towards the police vehicle and the truck as they approached.
" The tires!!" he bellowed " Stop them..!!!"
He had to ascertain which vehicle held Mr. Phoenix's daughter...
Behind him,only slightly recovered from the beating he had taken,The Rat Faced Man reached for his weapon,rage and fury boiling inside of him,he glared at The Huge Man.
"We're being shot at!" Halon shouted as he placed the ak-47 on the floor of the battle-bus.
"I know, I know!" Shadow shouted in annoyance. "Why aren't you..."
Shadow was cut off as the gatling began to whirr and fire its clear response towards towards the direction of the gunfire.
Halon tried to continue his aim with the battle bus swerrving all over the road, but found it difficult as he tried to stay mostly covered so he wouldn't get shot.
The gatling then cut off and Halon came back inside the battle-bus.
"Hey, it jammed!" Halon said as he moved towards the front of the battle bus.
Shadow skidded the vehicle so it's armoured side was facing their assailers.
"Let's rock 'n' roll, Halon!" said Shadow eagerly as he grabbed two uzi's and opened the rear door. He ran out yelling, triggers on uzi's depressed. There was some heavy return fire as he leapt into cover, and he kept on firing every now and then to draw fire from the others.
Tombstone quickly moved the truck in close to the battle bus.
" Get out and stay down!!" the biker yelled.
He heard the sounds of automatic weapons,and saw Shadow jump from the rear of the battle bus,an UZI in each hand.
" Out!!..Move!!" Tombstone shouted again.
Jennifer jumped from the truck and took cover.
Daisy moved swiftly,taking up a spot in cover behind the rear of the truck which permitted her a clear firing line at the assailants,she leveled the AR-15 and fired off a short controlled burst.
Keira dove from the truck,taking cover near Jennifer,she griped her .12 Gauge in her hands,looking about anxiously.
From the roof of the truck,the .50 cal roared,Bonzo swept the Machine gun across the area in which the Hummers were parked,one of the vehicles was riddled by the heavy weapons fire.
Tombstone rolled from the truck,moving into a firing position behind the battle bus,he chambered a round into the Ak-47 he had grabbed from the truck,switched the weapon to SEMI and crouched,scanning the area for a target.
A line of automatic weapons firs impacted near the biker and he saw the muzzle flash from a small hedge line.
" Got you you mother fether" The biker smiled,loosing several rounds in that direction,Tombstones smile widened as he heard an agonized scream issue from the hedge line.
Tombstone scanned the Hummers rapidly,attempting to get another one of the bastards in his sights,the biker saw a huge guy,crouched low and gesturing wildly at the others, " I'll bet my last beer that big bastards in charge." Tombstone thought and raised his weapon.
At that moment the biker heard the familiar cough of a grenade launcher.. "Not this gak again!" Tombstone thought as the round exploded short of the battle bus.
The biker snapped his attention towards Bonzo.
" Bonzo!!" the biker yelled " Grenade launcher!!..two 'o clock!!" Tombstone bellowed ,indicating the direction from which the grenade had come, " Waste those lousy fethers!!"
The clown swiveled the MG towards the location Tombstone had indicated and let loose a hail of fire.
" Who are these feths." Tombstone thought,he leaned out from his cover and attempted to locate the big guy again...he had moved.
Shadow fired his Uzis from were he had taken cover.
" Shadow!!" Tombstone bellowed towards his friend " The fething big guy seems to be their leader...frag him if you can!!"
Another grenade launcher coughed and another explosion scatted rubble and debris near the battle bus.
" Damn it!!" Tombstone thought "How many of those fething things do they have over there?!"
Another explosion,this time the biker was caught by a bit of shrapnel,tearing a furrow into his forearm.
" Feth!!" The biker said,he quickly scrambled over towards the truck,unleashing a hail of fire towards the attackers,he was rewarded with yet another high pitched scream as another of the assailants went down.
" Who the feth are they!!" Keira yelled.
Tombstone popped his head up from behind the truck " Excuse me." The biker yelled " A young lady would like to know who you guys are!!"
A line of bullets pinged off the hood of the truck as Tombstone ducked.
" They wouldn't say." The biker laughed looking at Keira.
" Jackass." The woman said shaking her head.
The biker shrugged,he slapped a fresh magazine into his Ak,then he saw them.
Shambling across a field,about 200 yards away came the walking dead,drawn by the sounds of the battle,over a hundred of them,moving steadily towards the Battle bus and the truck.
" This is not turning out to be a good day" Tombstone said to himself....
OOC: Well guys, we are now all caught between a group of gangsters who are shooting and firing grenade launchers at us,located about 60 yards to the North of our little group,and a horde of the walking dead,advancing slowly from the South East.
The sound of gunfire and explosions could be heard even over the moans and groans of the shuffling horde of zombies shuffling in front of the giant monster. It began shoving the rear ranks harder, forcing the pace to pick up...
SilverMK2 wrote:The sound of gunfire and explosions could be heard even over the moans and groans of the shuffling horde of zombies shuffling in front of the giant monster. It began shoving the rear ranks harder, forcing the pace to pick up...
"What!" Shadow said ducking back behind the battle bus.
"THIS ISN..." Halon bgan to shout.
"I heard you, but why would you say that right now?" Shadow said.
Halon shrugged his shoulers and took a look over the battle bus.
"We need to get the mini working again." Shadow said to Halon.
"Maybe they have a wrench or something we can use." Halon said indicating a small group of zombies shambling over wrecks.
An explosion tore a nice hole in the zombie group as a grenade had been shot well overhead.
"Maybe they're on our side." Halon said while firing at the zombies.
"Yeah, and they can't see us because we have some kind forcefield that doesn't let them see us." Saunders said sarcastically as he began to shoot at the zombies until the group was no more.
Tombstone had been hit by some shrapnel, but was managing to keep up the fire.
"The big guys in charge." Shadow relayed to Haon and Saunders.
"Okay then." Halon said while sneaking to the front of the battl bus.
"Where are you going?" Saunders called to Halon.
"I'm going to get the big gun working and take the big guy out with it." Halon said while crawling into the front of the battle bus. He kept his head as low as possible as he maneuvered towards the back.
He saw K squirming in his seat, maybe waking up or maybe havin one hell of a dream. Vikky was still out like a rock. Halon grabbed the AK-47 he had left there earlier and climbed back up to the turret keeping his head as low as possible. He pulled the trigger and it was still jammed to his surprise.
Halon then looked at the ammo feed and to his dismay found it empty.
"Wasn't jammed after all I guess." Halon said to himself as he went back into the bus and looked for some ammo he could load into it.
"Geeze, I feel stupid." Halon thought while he loaded a fresh belt of ammo into the gun.
" Tombstone...what is it?" Keira asked noticing the look on the bikers face.
She glanced in the direction he was staring.
"Feth." she whispered.
Amongst the shambling horde of ghouls,another behemoth,this one considerably larger than the one they had destroyed back at the Fortress.
The Massive creature came on,striding through the horde of walking dead,trampling some,knocking others aside,it's maw of dagger like teeth spread in a drooling grin as it neared it's prey.
" Oh yes...a really fething bad day this has turned out to be." Tombstone said .
"Tomb, what do we do. What the feth do we fething do!" Keira screamed.
" I've got an idea" The biker said,gently grabbing the womans shoulders " Hold it together,I'll be right back."
Tombstone rushed around to the rear of the truck and tore open the liftgate.
As quickly as he could the biker snatched two RPGs and several rockets from the rear of the truck.
" Here ." Tombstone said thrusting one of the RPGs to Daisy " It's like shooting a rifle..only with a hell of allot more kick."
" I don't know if I can handle this" The young woman said.
" No choice babe." Tombstone said " lock and load...aim for the head."
Tombstone yelled up at Bonzo, " We need that .50 over here!!"
The clown glanced towards the field of zombies..and the giant monstrosity amongst them.
" Well...that's certainly not very funny." the clown said.
Around them,the gunfire from their assailants had ceased,perhaps they to had glimpsed the walking horror approaching and were attempting to decide their next course of action.
Tombstone prayed that they would decide to side with their fellow humans...at least for the time at hand...
" Bonzo!" Tombstone yelled up to the clown"I want you to pour fire onto the ghouls when I give the word...Daisy and I are going to try to drop the big one."
The biker paused for a moment and spoke to Keira and Jeniffer, " You two..if those bastards behind us start shooting at us again..open up on them, I don't care if you hit any of them..just make them keep their fething heads down."
Jennifer nodded slightly,Keira however just stared towards the approaching horde.
Tombstone turned quickly and bellowed at Shadow " Hey Bro!!..if you happened to pack anything like a bazooka..now would be the time to drag it out!!"
The biker locked one of the rockets for the RPG in place,setting two more at his feet and leaning the AK-47 against the truck.
Hey glanced over at Daisy who had secured her rocket and was sighting the RPG on the advancing creature,she too had set some spare rockets nearby.
" Good girl." the biker thought,he called to her " Hold your fire until I give the word..then hit that ugly mother fether dead in the face!"
Daisy turned to the biker and smiled " I wont let you down." she said.
Tombstone raised the RPG,sighting in on the creatures head,he took a deep breath and prepared to fire,he glanced over to where Keira and Jennifer had taken cover and noticed Keira had colapsed onto the ground.
" Feth!..Keira!!" the biker shouted. " What's wrong with her!" he shouted at Jennifer.
" I don't know." Jennifer said " she just groaned and fell over."
" Feth...look out for her." Tombstone said,he quickly resighted the RPG...the horde of ghouls and the huge creature were getting closer,he would have to take his shot soon....
Keira was panicking. The firefight was intense and she had her hands covering her ears for the majority of it, terror gripping her. It was only when she heard the low moaning did she look up, Tombstone was staring dead ahead with a look of- well closest to fear she had ever seen on his features.
"Tombstone.... What is it?"
There was one hell of a lot of zombies staggering towards them. Something else was with them; its arms bulged with muscles like melons in a sack, and its grotesque cranium bulged unhealthily, its distended shape pulsating in rhythm with her own heartbeats. It was terrifying.
"feth"
She grabbed up her weapon and aimed it shakily at the advancing swarm.
"Tomb, what do we do. What the feth do we fething do!"
Keira half screamed. She was feeling suddenly light headed, and staggered to keep herself upright. She looked back to the swarm that was gaining ground. Each one stared back at her with the familiar eyes of her lover. Hundreds of Toms were picking their way through the wreckage to get to her.
Their incessant moaning became words.
"You murdered me."
Keiras eyes weren't focussing properly any more, and her held felt like it was about to split in two. through blurring vision she could just about make out the huge behemoth staring straight at her, its brain shuddering in time to her heart beats. A thin trickle of blood oozed from her nose. She swayed.
"You murdered me."
Keira let out a strangled moan and her eyes rolled into the back of her head. She slowly folded up, crumpling at the knees and the waist, hitting the dirt with almost graceful fluidity.
"You murdered me."
OOC: Sorry but having a clever zombie really warranted it having mind powers. Wasn't my original intention, but i
think it works, and fits in with its malign intelligence.
Great post actually. The survivor guilt or whatever it is, is really showing. Making her seem more human is a good thing.
IC:
"Holy mother of sweet merciful jesus." Halon said as he glanced over his shoulder at the zombie mob.
He stopped firing at the no longer shooting guys and turned towards the zombie mob and the thing that was with them.
Halon saw it and began to feel sick, he eventually threw up on the top and side of the battle bus and wiped his mouth on his sleeve.
He didn't know what it was, maybe it was his nerves catching up to him maybe it was the disfigurement of this thing, or maybe it was being stuck between a rock and a hard place with nowhere to go. Something made him sick, he just wasn't sure yet.
Meanwhile Saunders felt something drip on his helmet and looked up to see vomit dripping from the top of the bus.
"That's just nasty." Saunders thought to himself as he moved a bit to his left and aimed at the mob coming towards them.
Shadow saw Saunders react and glanced over at him, spotting the vomit as well.
"Halon, you doing alright?" he yelled to the top of the battle bus.
"Yeah, I think so." Halon responded with some weakness in his voice.
"You better get real sure about being alright real soon kid, the gak's about to hit the fan." Shadow yelled back.
Halon stared at the creature through the sights of the minigun, he felt a little better aiming at it than looking at it without the nice piece of metal in his view.
Shadow sprinted towards the battle bus, avoiding the vomit, and leapt aboard the rear. He searched around for a few minutes, discarding his UZI's casually, until he found what he was looking for - a grappling gun. He ran over to the bottom of a block of flats. Really can't imagine living in one of 'em tiny little things he thought, momentarily pittying all previous occupants of cheap flats. He aimed the g-gun upwards at a window, and fired. The sound of shattering glass drew Saunders attention. "What the hell are you.."
Shadow cut him off. "There's a 'zooka in the back of the bus, you might wanna go find it." With that, he began scaling the building wall. He hauled himself up, before pulling the grappling gun up and then took stock of where he was - fifth floor. He ran around the walkways until he was on the other side of the building. Looking down, he saw a dozen or so men taking cover in various places, and behind the hummer, the big man seemed to be talking, but his words were inaudible from Shadow's position. He glanced up, and saw a massive, but old-looking, brickwork bridge looming ahead. He took careful aim, before firing the grappling hook, which caught itself on a rail on the bridge. Taking a deep breath, Shadow jumped. His feet impacted on the bridge with a thud. Shadow grunted, gak, it's been awhile since I've done this sorta crap. Man is that gonna hurt in the morning. He let go of the gun - he dropped the last couple of feet, landing in a crouched position. Just ahead of him, he saw one of the big man's men standing. He drew his hunting knife, and quietly crept behind his target. He stood up to his full hight, and firmly placed a hand around the mans' mouth, holding his jaw shut, before he slit his throat. The man fell to the floor, blood trickling from the disgusting wound. Shadow took the time to wipe his blade clean on a nearby leaf, before sheathing it. His hands slipped down to his holsters, and he silently drew his pistols...
...as a man behind the big man aimed a gun at his "boss". Instantly, Shadow stood up, simultaneously taking out two men - each from a single bullet from one of his pistols. The man with the pistol turned, but as he fired he was sent crashing into the ground as the big man bowled into him. The big bloke forced the rat-faced man's face into the dirt, smothering him. He kept the pressure on until the squirming stopped. Shadow fired again and again, whilst running over to the closest hummer, sheltering behind the front of the vehicle. Then there was a deafening explosion that leapt high into the sky, and Shadow watched as bits and pieces of burning hummer were sent flying everywhere - glancing back he only saw one other intact vehicle, and he saw Saunders, holding a bazooka, diving for cover as their assailants fired at him. But it was them who had to take cover next, and Shadow just turned his head and smiled at the sound that could only be a minigun.
"What in the feth.." The biker thought, shaking his head " Radiation sickness?..maybe...no time to worry about it...have to drop that ugly fether."
The biker heard the roar of an explosion behind him in the distance,along with the reports of various weapons fire.
Tombstone spared a quick glance over his shoulder,an oily fireball was disappearing into the sky,beneath it the wreckage of one of their assailants Hummers.
The biker looked over at Saunders who was holding a Bazooka,the man had a satisfied look on his face.
" Sandy!! reload the thing and see if you can do the same thing you did to that H3 to that big ugly mother fether in the field." Tombstone shouted at the soldier.
The man nodded,quickly reloaded the bazooka and whirled into a firing position,facing the hideous behemoth that was approaching.
"Hope that thing will at least slow it down." Tombstone mumbled to himself.
He spared Keira a glance,the woman was curled up against the truck,tears streaming down her eyes.
" You'll be ok Keira!!" the biker shouted to her " just hang on.."
Tombstone looked over to Daisy,the young woman had her RPG aimed directly at the creature,a look of grim determination filled her face.
" On three babe!!" The biker yelled towards her.
" I've got him Hun,just give the word!!" Daisy shouted back.
Tombstone bellowed so everyone could hear him " On three..everyone let loose on your targets...on three!!!"
The biker sighted his RPG on the bulbous head of the lumbering creature, " I'm gonna send you straight to hell mother fether!" he whispered through gritted teeth.
Tombstones finger tightened on the RPGs trigger " ONE!!...TWO!!..." He took in a deep breath.." THREE!!!..."
OOC: That's all the RP I have for now,I feel this will have do be sorted out via an event...as posting a " ...and then the huge monsters head ruptured and everyone was saved." by any of the players would be a "cheat" of sorts.
And then Halon jumped up and kicked the minigun, sendin it flying towards the creature wth more head than it needed.
The minigun continued firing as it began to spin in a circle, mowing down the entire mob of zombies before getting lodged in the creature' skull. The smart zombie threw its arms up in the air and roard as it began to melt into a black ooze.
Halon then took out a huge hairdryer and heated the ooze until it evaporated, remembering full well the effects of not evaporating zbie ooze from before.
Halon then did two backflips while twirling six rpgs and threw the rpgs at the sun causing a massive explosion that had explosive clouds reading "Halon is the boss."
Popping was heard as the head of every gangster exploded due to the sheer awesomeness of the events that had just transpired.
Halon was safe from the awesomeness as he was wearing his hat.
****I am writing this because whenever I do we hav events that don't have a high chance of killing us. The first event I didn't write something like this for we got nuked. I am trying to help.****
OOC: I think I won't quit entirely, but come back as the Doctor later, in a few RP days. I'd still like Vikky and K killed off, as they're not going anywhere storywise.
Drk_Oblitr8r wrote:OOC: I think I won't quit entirely, but come back as the Doctor later, in a few RP days. I'd still like Vikky and K killed off, as they're not going anywhere storywise.
Well, ever since you first requested it I have had a few idea's in mind.. heheheh..
OC: Well, K and Vikky are both unconscious and in dream like states I would guess. The new baddy has psychic-like powers so it could kill them like freddy would.
halonachos wrote:OC: Well, K and Vikky are both unconscious and in dream like states I would guess. The new baddy has psychic-like powers so it could kill them like freddy would.
OOC: K and Vikky having their brains incinerated by a psychic attack from "The big bad beasty" would fit perfectly,however it lacks a certain "dramatic..oomph",and,IIRC,Drk_Oblitr8r wanted K and Vikky to have a more "impressive" exodus.
Perhaps the "vibes" from the creature could "awaken" them,allowing them to be a bit more "active" when the "end" comes for them?
I was thinking about it at work and one thing came to mind, mind control. K has had his arm regrow and other things could've happened that allowed him to become evil or such. He did get needled by some stuff after all and even the doctor was wary of the effects.
As for vikky, I can propose almost the same. Some kind of mind control may be what we need.
Maybe a tactical nuke gets dropped on them? We don't like arm-regrowers round these parts.. *hobbles off into stormy weather in tattered clothing with messy hair, wide eyed stare and lantern and stick, glaring at the arm-regrowers*.
*lightning*
*K and Vikky died*
"Mwa-ha-ha"
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I think I need to wait for myself to fully wake up before posting again..
I'm going to include as much as I can. As usual there will be chance events within the story, though as there are so many things going on, I will try to keep them simple.
I will write up the intro, then ask everyone to PM me their actions/etc and write the conclusion. As I said, I already have some of the conclusion panned out, so some of it is fixed for a couple of characters/core events.
Darkvoidof40k wrote:I think I speak for everyone here when I say; I look forward to it. WITH FEAR AND AWE DESERVING OF YOUR DECISIONS OH GREAT CONTROLLER OF THE STORY.
Fixed your quote to get on silver's good side before the next event.
Aww, kick in the ribs moment. Im off to my Grans 'til monday, so i wont be able to post anything. I leave my character (as always) in the caring hands of Fitzz. If the event takes place, look to him for enlightenment as to what my character will be doing.
Just a quick question, but has n0t_u posted in this for a while? I can't seem to find where "N" is and I am sure he posted during DAY THREE (otherwise I would have killed him during the DAY FOUR event).
I'd check around pages 7-15, if you must. I pretty distinctly remember him (amongst others, GES for instance) saying he wasn't going to RP. Infact, it's been so long, I don't even remember who N was suppost to be.
The zombies swarmed forward, quickly covering the distance between them and the survivors. Keira still knelt sobbing as a hundred undead Toms continued to accuse her. In their unconscious state, K and Vikky were disturbed, dreaming the same dream, a screaming nightmare of pain and death that would have brought them to their knees in despair had they been awake.
On the roof of the bus, Halon continued to sight along the barrel of the minigun, waiting for the signal to fire. His stomach cramped and writhed, threatening to expel anything that remained inside, dark visions played at the fringes of his mind but he fought to keep them under control along with his stomach and grimly held onto the trigger.
1…
Saunders stood ready with the rocket launcher, still smiling at the destruction wrought on the convoy above them. He steadied his breathing and tried to ignore the foul smelling vomit sticking to his helmet as he listened to Tombstone give the count down.
2…
Daisy trembled slightly, concern over Keira and fear over the zombies advance tempered with her desire to be with Tombstone, to not let him down, and to live. Jennifer crouched there with her, taking aim down the barrel of an assault rifle, the underslung grenade launcher reassuringly bulky as she tracked the advance of the horde.
3…
Bonzo was having fun up on the roof of the truck. He hummed to himself as he played the .50 over the zombies, every so often making a small “bang” as he pretended to shoot one, imagining their brains exploding like a fountain of gore. Or a piñata… man, those things were fun. If only zombies were full of candy. Perhaps he would be able to check if any of these were after they had blown them to bits…
“FIRE!” shouted Tomb as his finger tightened on the trigger, fighting the waves of nausea which pulsed through his body as he tried to keep his aim steady…
Behind the hummer he was crouching behind, Shadow heard the order to fire and smiled, raising his weapon to fire…
***
The remaining men in the attacking convoy were torn, should they open fire on the zombies or the people? The former option would probably be the only way to save the girl, but may let them escape. To open fire on the people would mean they could not get away, but would also mean that the zombies would almost certainly get them, and probably swarm their convoy too. Though perhaps they could use the zombie attack as a distraction and just go down and grab the girl…
The men stood in indecision…
***
There are now 8 remaining players, everyone is involved in this event! If you could all send me the standard PM with what you would and would not like me to do with your characters. Please remember that no actions are off-limits, so long as they fit with what your character is like and what is physically possible. Any interesting suggestions will be considered. People highlighted in orange have no choices in this event so do not need to PM me.
As this is such a big event, I will wait until everyone has sent me a PM before I post up the results. This is possibly the most deadly event your characters have been in and there is the possibility that you will all die, though you may be able to survive if you are cunning, and luck is on your side (as well as the other players)
Remaining players: Player: ghosty Name: Kiera
Player: Darkvoidof40k Name: "Shadow"
Player: halonachos Name: "Halon" nickname due to massive chemistry interest.
Darkvoidof40k wrote:I'd check around pages 7-15, if you must. I pretty distinctly remember him (amongst others, GES for instance) saying he wasn't going to RP. Infact, it's been so long, I don't even remember who N was suppost to be.
I have to say that I don't remember either. I must have just used an outdated list
FYI, Shadow isn't in a building (anymore). He's taking cover behind the front of the lead hummer, having slit a mans' throat and shot a couple of them dead. He's killed about 6ish of the.. "people".
Also, perhaps it would be good to do Day 5 after this event? In-game it's about 10-11 PMIMO. Shadow set off to the city at six.. returned later.. so if you scale in all the preperation and driving..
Oh, everyone should know, on Monday I'm on holiday again for 10 days-ish. I'll be able to get on the internet though for an hour or so a day.. hopefully anyway..
Vacation?? again??...wow,it must be nice to have that much free time..I haven't had a vacation in over a year..I must say I'm a bit jealous.
Vacation in England.. woop-dee-doo, lucky me./sarc
All a matter of perspective..I'd love to vacation in England,Hell,I'd love to go anyplace I didn't have to work for a week or so.
I expected a reply like this . Eh, I've got three weeks left of the summer holidays, and to be honest with y'all, I'm glad to go somewhere new - where I live has got to be one of the WORST places a teen could live. Nowhere to go (unless I get a bus and/or train..grumble) and noone to with. All my mates live quite far away, the closest one being about a 30 minute walk away (or more? I haven't tried it).
We're probably gonna be waiting awhile for JP.. anyone know anything 'bout him? Otherwise we should perhaps do the event without him. I know this sounds horrible, but what if it takes him 10 days to get back on Dakka? I mean, sure it could take 1 hour, but we don't know. No offense, JP, just saying that perhaps we need to move this RP on a bit more.
Besides, I think Saunders would just try and kill the zombies with the others..
Darkvoidof40k wrote:We're probably gonna be waiting awhile for JP.. anyone know anything 'bout him? Otherwise we should perhaps do the event without him. I know this sounds horrible, but what if it takes him 10 days to get back on Dakka? I mean, sure it could take 1 hour, but we don't know. No offense, JP, just saying that perhaps we need to move this RP on a bit more.
Besides, I think Saunders would just try and kill the zombies with the others..
It does seem like it's been quite some time since JP has posted,IIRC his last post indicated that he had been very bust lately.
Not that I would want to leave JP out of the decision making process concerning the event,but I believe your accurate in your statement that more than likely Saunders would basically focus on killing zombies and making sure his six was covered.
But,I'd suggest PMing JP to see if he could maybe pm Silver concerning the event.
eh, I'm keen to get this event done and move to day 5.
However, "boom it's dead" is just too simple for this event - concerning the super-zomb. I foresee possible casualties, although it's not that I want peoples characters to die, it'd just seem pretty damn miraculous if the entire group survived unscathed by this zombie.
I'm slightly concerned about the 6-7 thugs that're left, but I have a feeling that between Shadow's assortment of weapons and his armour, he'll be alright. (I've just signed his death warrant ).
Maybe a space ninja will come down from spehss and eat somebody. /cue one of Halon's stories
What is it that you would've done? Is it running away? Will we live if we run? Tell us silver, don't leave us hanging. Think about it, you could break the mold of the sadistic DM/GM right here and now.
Ugh.. going to sleep at (estimates..) 11:30 last night, me 'n' my dad traveling for about 10 hours (minus the time we took to stop.. probably about 8-9) and then setting up ma tent and cooking on the BBQ.. and as I type, rain?! Lovely.
Now, what is it you thought people would do but haven't, oh overlord? Give two about Shadow? Eat the cats? Devolve into dribbling, mental wrecks? Pirates?
Well...welcome back ghosty,FYI, I PMed Silver on your (Keiras) behalf concerning the "event",of course now that you've returned,you could always PM him once again concerning Keiras actions,thus possibly undoing any horrible damage I may have done.
Running does sound good. Can I change my PM? I'm beginning to remember the "choose your own adventure" zombie game I played and well, I am beginning to reconsider the odds.
It's good that you haven't, because we wouldn't want everyone to know that Shadow's secretly called in an air strike on everyone's position that will hit in about 5, 4, 3, 2..
FITZZ wrote: OOC: Made a few changes for various actions/PM sent again.
Great minds 'n' all that again..
I think there'll be a few laughs at what Shadow plans to do.. but there may be consequences that could screw everyone over.. but if Silver decides to make "the plan" work, then suddenly a lot of our problems will disappear.
Damn it's a good job Shadow put spikes on the Battle bus' ram..
Yes, I believe that some characters are going to die in this next event. However, I wrote something very silly for this event and have already posted it. That means this should lessen the deaths we are about to incur.
Whatever, the outcome I would like to say it was nice rping with you Dark. May Shadow rest in piece.
Since I'm going to Silver Sorcerer this weekend (and I need to paint up a few units tonight), I will be doing the event conclusion at some point at the start of next week.
You have until then to submit your final solutions
I don't feel to good about my insane new plan now.. I think it'd be a shame if my character died in this event (considering I am/I think I'm one of the most active writers in this thread.
Just cos your a frequent poster shouldnt make you immune. I mean, i started this thread off, and i'd hate to think im avoiding death. Hell, i lost one character already, and i'd be surprised if my other doesn't get killed off soon.
It also helps that if I do die, i can blame it on fitzz who chose the actions >
No, it shouldn't make me immune. But, as FITZZ once said to me, "Shadow, Halon and Tombstone are the "top dogs". I have no doubt that if anyone's going to be alive at the end of this, it'll be them."
Asides from that, we DO need frequent posters to keep this thread alive..
Darkvoidof40k wrote:No, it shouldn't make me immune. But, as FITZZ once said to me, "Shadow, Halon and Tombstone are the "top dogs". I have no doubt that if anyone's going to be alive at the end of this, it'll be them."
Asides from that, we DO need frequent posters to keep this thread alive..
I did say that at some point didn't I?, hmm...Probably end up eating those words ...or being eaten ...or both.
ghosty wrote:Gowab?! And if its an rp of yours, i expect so. I have a short attention span, and when people stop posting i drift away...
And i can joke about impotence on account of me having only one left!
'nuff said.
Wait, you have one what left?
Also, I have this.
*pulls out hidden immunity idol
Therefore I am safe from the tribe's vote.
Man, school's starting soon for me again, I'll still be able to post if I survive this, but it will still be on my afternoon-night time posting. I was trying to acclimate myself to it.
I think for being on holiday while I am at work there should perhaps be some kind of... zombie/Shadow encounter in the near future... Oh, wait! I'm writing one right now!
Try laughing when your character is being eaten by a big fat zombie man hooker
@Halonachos - One productive organ. Men come with two. I have had a tragic occurrence, and have ended up with one. So on the basis of being slightly sterile, I can make jokes about impotence. K?
Just making sure, some people joke about having only one so... yeah this is kind of awkward. Ummm... yeah. I won't press that matter any more, also jokes about impotence are always okay if you're a man until you umm... I just gve up on that and will press that whole conversation from my mind.
Oh, and darkvoid, I don't just go to school I go to university.
I agree with you Fitzz, I'm mostly anxious though. K and Vikky are most likely going to die in this event and right now there is only one person in the same vehicle as them and that person is Halon.
halonachos wrote:I agree with you Fitzz, I'm mostly anxious though. K and Vikky are most likely going to die in this event and right now there is only one person in the same vehicle as them and that person is Halon.
I really can't. I got K and Vikky in the compartment below me and the only other way is to climb out and jump off the side, I was lucky before but... just like when my bud's terminators scattered into difficult terrain and one of them rolled an ankle and died.
halonachos wrote:I really can't. I got K and Vikky in the compartment below me and the only other way is to climb out and jump off the side, I was lucky before but... just like when my bud's terminators scattered into difficult terrain and one of them rolled an ankle and died.
My friend,you may very well be up the creek without a paddle...Jump.
Hey there guys, I have the day off today and my wife is going into school to sort some stuff out, so I will try and get it written this morning. Going to try and wake up a bit first (since it is 6am) before trying to figure out what actions people are doing (some people PM'd me a lot ).
Sorry to hear of your wife's illness,wish her a speedy recovery & again thanks for all the time and effort your putting into this RP,it is appreciated...even though at some point I completely expect you to turn my character into a wet red smudge.
Take your time dude. I'm 'enjoying' Devon, so am checking online periodically, hope your wife gets better soon, looking forward to the next installment!
Great Unclean One wrote:Take your time dude. I'm 'enjoying' Devon, so am checking online periodically, hope your wife gets better soon, looking forward to the next installment!
Hey GUO I'm in Cornwall . Can't be more than 100 miles away..
Is there a reason you don't post on this thread much anymore? Cause it's probably gonna result in Bonzo getting KIA'd soon by Silver, and it's already got him turned into a "quiet one". Tbh, as a character, Bonzo's had a complete overhaul..
My best to your wife, Silver. She seems to get quite ill (enough for you to have to look after her) a lot.. it can't have been too long ago that something like this happened before. I hope she hasn't got anything recurring... *thinks back to bad times*
EDIT: Because I've already planned the next chapter in Shadow's (and probably everybody elses) story. It just depends how everyone else decides to fit their characters into my plan. Well, provided Shadow's still alive at the end of this event.
Oyah and when I said "the next chapter in the story" I meant after this event and after we've all got to that little village up in the mountains or wherever the hell it is.
And are pictures of girls with certain clothing preferences becoming the latest thing in must-have avatars?
Ah, I'm awfully sorry about my lack of posting in the thread, I shall endeavor to post a bit more, and if I survive this encounter, Bonzo is going to get an overhaul, shock tactic style.
Just to get me up to speed, Bonzo has basically become sedate and such in my absence?
Darkvoidof40k wrote:Oyah and when I said "the next chapter in the story" I meant after this event and after we've all got to that little village up in the mountains or wherever the hell it is.
And are pictures of girls with certain clothing preferences becoming the latest thing in must-have avatars?
The "little village up in the mountains" is an old Hippie commune which Daisy visited during her "peace,love and brussel sprouts" days.
It's still only an option,but a fairly good one,as it is isolated (30 miles from the nearest town),has plenty of fish and game,so food isn't a problem,and is fenced off.
Great Unclean One wrote:Ah, I'm awfully sorry about my lack of posting in the thread, I shall endeavor to post a bit more, and if I survive this encounter, Bonzo is going to get an overhaul, shock tactic style.
Just to get me up to speed, Bonzo has basically become sedate and such in my absence?
I remember giving you a reason to be able to, should you want to, but you didn't post anything, and I think everyone assumed he had. But I still think it's up to you really..
Ah ok, thank you kindly sir, I shall get more involved right away, as said previously, if Bonzo survives he'll be getting a morning call with a shock baton. ^^
I'm basically going to re ignite the character as I get more involved in the RP, I also can only apologize for my absence and lack of involvement in the RP, and hope to remedy this in days and weeks to come!
Great Unclean One wrote:Ah, I'm awfully sorry about my lack of posting in the thread, I shall endeavor to post a bit more, and if I survive this encounter, Bonzo is going to get an overhaul, shock tactic style.
Just to get me up to speed, Bonzo has basically become sedate and such in my absence?
Darkvoidof40k wrote: And are pictures of girls with certain clothing preferences becoming the latest thing in must-have avatars?
Ofc Not! Mine is only the way it is cos someone had the nerve to say the picture I had was rather unflattering. So I fixed it d'int I?
Was JK.
Also, there are quite a few other people on Dakka with these kind of avatars./Faunt and others (Luna, naturally for one)
I've already forgotten what your last avatar looked like . Not sure how an avatar can be "unflattering" but oh well. You sure he didn't say "your picture is rather uninteresting?" cause that'd probably have made more sense. If that was the case, then yes, you definitely fixed it, d'int you?
I'm guessing Silver's working right now, so depending on how his wife's feeling today, we could be getting our event tonight or tomorrow, which works out perfectly for me as I'll be home after the crappest holiday I've ever had (probably anyway..) in an hour (or hopefully less!).
*looks up from laptop*
Oh crap the traffic's just got bad.
SilverMK2 wrote:I'm currently at work. My wife has gone to stay with her parents so I will try and get it written when I get home.
Think I will have to just force myself to write for a couple of hours and get it done
Hooray for event! Oh-no for Shadow!
I speak for everyone when I say I look forward to it! And if you do spend a few hours on it, then it should turn out really well written - and judging from the two fictional shorts you wrote and posted on Dakka (albeit awhile ago), it should be a great read!
Random fact - I'm in the top 150 posters on dakka! I.e. page 3 of all members out of 648! /smile
Edit: To be precise, I'm the 133rd highest poster out of ~32400 members! Impressive, I think, considering I've not even been here for a year now./I should take a break from Dakka..
Anyway, I can't wait! Although I have a feeling that I've just started something that will end with everyone having posted what number in the line they are for havin' da most posts.
Now, it's times like these that we need an Orkmoticon called :shakesfist:. Y'know, like when Ghosty does something annoying or if me and Commissar NIkev have a conversation.
The rockets roared towards the horde of staggering corpses that seemed to fill the whole Earth. The first, Tombstone’s, impacted on the first rank of fell creatures, blasting a swathe through them and knocking the densely packed zombies into one another like so many rotting pinballs. The other rockets flew through the rain of limbs, blood and gore. A second rocket clipped a zombie as it reared up, blasting its head to nothing and creating another gore soaked mass of limbs which was quickly filled with more writhing zombies as their numbers pressed in from all sides.
The one remaining rocket sped over the mass of closely packed zombies straight towards the hulking form of the mega-zombie. Somehow seeing the threat with its pus filled eyes it grabbed the zombies milling in front of it and threw them into the air, bare moments before the rocket reached it. The rocket detonated scant yards from the beast, showering it in the remains of the mindless creatures it had used to defend itself with, but also with several red hot shards of shrapnel which cut deep into its flesh. Enraged, it bellowed and charged through the ranks of the lesser undead, directly towards the convoy of survivors, and the stream of bullets now being fired by Halon and Bonzo as they opened up with the machine guns mounted on the vehicles, attempting to thin out the press of zombies which was now threatening to overwhelm their position. As it advanced, it crushed anything that got in its way, seeming not to notice anything in its desire to kill that which had hurt it.
Jennifer gently squeezed the trigger on the grenade launcher, a loud “pop” announcing a new addition to the fight as the grenade arced gracefully into the throng, impacting just behind the mega-zombie as it ran forwards, blasting several zombies to oblivion, and causing the great beast to stagger forwards before resuming its charge.
Tombstone, Daisy and Saunders all reloaded their rocket launchers and fired again. As before, their nerves, illness and lack of training made Tombstone’s rocket impact into the heaving crowd, while Daisy’s rocket sailed off, impacting into a nearby building. Saunders took careful aim and fired, the heavily padded stock slamming into his shoulder as a dark stream of smoke erupted from the rear of the rocket, tracking its progress as it raced over the zombies, closing with every moment on the behemoth charging towards them.
The rocket exploded in a brilliant flash and with a noise like thunder and smoke obscured the target. After a few seconds the wind had cleared the smoke enough to show that the mega-zombie had disappeared, apparently felled by a direct hit from Saunders’ rocket.
The group cheered as the dark form failed to materialise, and continued to pour fire into the ever closing horde. Tombstone glanced at the vehicles, realising the time was close where they would have to get the frack out of there or risk being seriously eaten.
He was just about to call out to everyone to jump aboard and invite the Big Man to join them or go the hell away when the sound of gunfire behind them caused them to turn. Shadow was running crouched, occasionally stopping to open fire on the convoy above and behind them. When he got closer it could be heard that he was yelling for Halon to give him some covering fire.
“Feth” muttered Tombstone. He turned back to face the zombies – mixed in with the normal zombies he could see the disfigured forms of several of the mutated strains. Time to go. “Everyone, get in the trucks, time to get this freak show outa here!” he shouted over the gunfire, explosions, and bowel loosening moans and calls of the zombie horde.
Bonzo glanced down through the hatch he was shooting the machine gun out of at the sprawled forms of K and Vicky and then at the kneeling form of Kiera, still slumped motionless just outside of the truck. He quickly pulled the mounting pin out of the machine gun and pulled himself up through the hatch. Laughing manically and perhaps screaming in equal measure he clambered up through the hatch, spraying bullets at the wall of zombies as he shot from the hip. He jumped down besides Kiera and hauled her into the open cab of the truck by the collar of her shirt, firing the machine gun single-handedly at almost point blank range now.
Halon had swivelled his mini-gun to target the convoy behind them and was raking the line of vehicles with fire as he swept it back and forth.
Tombstone, Daisy and Jennifer quickly jumped aboard, with Jennifer sliding into the drivers seat. Almost simultaneously Daisy and Jennifer shouted for Shadow to run to the other truck where Bonzo was furiously trying to fight off the clutching hands of dozens of zombies, punching, kicking, shooting and barely evading the teeth and grasping fingers as he desperately tried to defend the helpless forms inside the truck.
Daisy grabbed Jennifer’s rifle and began to fire out of the window, trying to help Bonzo in his desperate fight. Tombstone too grabbed a rifle from where it lay in the truck and opened fire, trying to give the clown room to get away.
Shadow heard the cries from the truck and sprinted towards the lead truck. From where he was he couldn’t see Bonzo desperately fighting off the horde, nor the bulky form of several heavily muscled zombies as they pushed through the crowd surrounding him. Rounding the side of the truck he almost ran head first into the zombies and quickly raised his rifle, firing on full automatic, cutting the first zombie almost in half, and swearing profusely.
The immediate threat dealt with, he quickly assessed the situation: “Bonzo! Get in the truck, time to get the feth out of here! I’ll cover you!” He snapped of shots at the heads and grabbing limbs of the zombies closest to Bonzo before turning his attention to the roid-zombies tearing a path towards him. He stepped back, onto the tailgate of the truck and swung himself onto the roof, reaching a hand down to Bonzo and helping him aboard. “ZomBies WaNNA plaY!” he said as he clambered back into the firing hatch, his recent sanity appearing to slip again under pressure.
“Yeah” Shadow muttered as he jumped down on the drivers side of the cab and climbed in, slamming the door on the fingers of an unlucky zombie. He shot it in the face through the open window and started the truck.
Seeing the lead truck fire up its engine, Jennifer gunned the rear truck, ploughing down several zombies who had tried to surround them, the truck lurching as they were crushed under the heavy duty wheels. They watched as Bonzo once again began firing haphazardly from the top hatch, blasting ragged holes in anything which crossed the path of his bullets and watched when Shadow pulled off the road and gunned straight for the convoy of the Big Man. So unexpected was this action that Jennifer failed to follow the other truck and carried on through the crowded mass of undead, crushing a number of them before Halon turned the mini-gun on them, clearing a path through the shuffling horde intent on reaching them.
In the other truck Bonzo laughed as the uneven ground caused him to almost loose his hold on the machine gun and watched as his shots stitched a line of holes across some parked cars outside a diner before tracing a line across the façade. Shadow was counting on the fact that there would be few survivors of the Big Man’s convoy left to stop them as he raced away from the zombies. Unfortunately, as punishing as Halon’s fire had been, several still remained. As the truck drew near, they opened fire, splintering the windshield and popping one of the tyres. A grenade exploded to one side, rocking the truck and causing it to tip. Slowly the truck began to roll.
“OH FE…” Shadow shouted as he slid from his seat to hit the roof of the cab.
“WEEEEEEE!” laughed Bonzo as he jumped back down inside the truck, pulling the machine gun after him.
Watching from the other truck, Tombstone shouted to Jennifer “Quick! We need to circle round and pick them up!”
Jennifer glanced in the cracked and dirty mirrors and saw the truck rolling as it slid through the line of humvees. She picked the next junction and slid round in a tight arc, attempting to drive around behind the Big Man’s convoy.
The waves of zombies continued to advance towards the now stationary truck, and the Big Man’s men opened fire on them. It was a loosing battle, for every zombie they killed; another 3 took its place. Slowly they washed over the line of humvees and devoured the men still hiding there. Others, less brave perhaps but certainly more sensible, had already started running away, attempting to put as much distance between the horde and themselves as possible.
From amid the mass of zombies, a deep and powerful moan erupted; the mega-zombie staggered to its feet. A huge gash marred its putrid torso and most of its left arm was missing, along with half of what was left of its face. Brains and gore dripped down its oddly bulging and twisted muscles and bones. If it could be said to feel anything, it was rage. A rage so powerful that it could blot out the sun and crack the Earth open to the core. Screaming a dreadful scream, it charged towards the crashed truck, and the handful of survivors it contained…
… Out of sight of the horde, the other survivors heard the scream even over the sounds of the labouring engine and looked at one another in horror. Jennifer tried to put her foot down on the accelerator, but her boot was already on the floor…
Um.. that was slightly confusing as you kept on referring to two trucks.
There's one pickup and the "battle bus" which is a heavily armored police riot vehicle.. and the battle bus was closer to the Mercenaries, and Shadow was going for the battle bus. But you said he got in the truck that had Bonzo in it, which is the pickup that is closer to the zombies (or was). So who's in what truck and which one just died? The one with the bullet-proof windscreen or the other truck that Shadow's supposedly in?
Hmm.. sorry if I sound like I'm complaining a lot, but these are things that could make quite a big difference.. and also for details sake. I can understand that all the different PMs you've been reading and whatnot, that you'd miss some things - don't get me wrong, you've done a great job, and I can't wait for the next part - I'm just pointing these things out as I think they're important and can make a big difference to what happens (now I'm repeating myself!).
@ Darkvoid - when I have finished the second part I will go back and edit the first to make it a bit clearer what I am talking about.
Either way, I know what I am talking about, so that is all that matters
I also had to try and fit what everyone wanted me to do together with what I broadly wanted to happen, which means that I either had to ignore some of what people wanted their characters to do, or liberally interpret it. If you feel I have done something that you really disagree with, please let me know and I will see if I can change it (though please be aware that I've almost (hopefully) finished part 2, so I can't change too much).
Also remember that I randomly determine what happens, so even if you wanted to do something, there is a chance your character would not be able to do it, or it would all go horribly wrong
Silver, I understand what being a GM is about (I am one, after all - and I must say, most of what I do is based off, or is, what you do) and I too randomly (sort of) determine things with dice, although I fudge it sometimes in the players' favor, as ya do.
I just think that as it is the nearest vehicle, Tombstone and all the others fighting the zombies would've gone for the truck, with Shadow jumping in the closer vehicle to him - the battle bus - with Halon in it.
Of course you have to ignore contradictions and decide on things based on what you want to happen as well, I'm just saying that if Shadow and Tombstone (and co) were in the opposite vehicles than I would've thought they'd get in, it wouldn't make much sense. Otherwise they're going further to get in vehicles (and essentially Tombstone and co would've been abandoning the pickup, bonzo and all the supplies).
I will wait until you are finished before you edit, as you said, but I just think that depending on the vehicle everyone's in, it could seriously change what happens (well, not really, you're God and what you want to happen happens/ even the random stuff is what you want, because you want it to be randomly determined!).
Re-reading the end-half of the first part of the event, I've got a better understanding (I didn't read it correctly, it seems ) - and I can see what happened with the Battle bus (as I believe it should be) as possible (except the screen breaking.. but oh well). It depends whether you decide to change it so that Shadow's in the ex-police riot vehicle (with Halon in the turret) or not. If you don't, I'll be a bit miffed as it'd mean our characters would have little common sense.
Ah but dark, he saw Bonzo's plight (of which i loved by the by) And raced over tor escue. At this point, he would surely have been closer to that vehicle as opposed to your battle bus.
SilverMK2 wrote:I may have mixed up the vehicles initially, which is my mistake. Halon is in the pick up truck with Tomb, Jennifer, Saunders and Daisy.
Shadow is in the armoured car with Bonzo, Kiera, K and Vicky.
The second part is almost finished, so I will post it and then go and try and correct things where they need changing.
Ah.. but that'd mean Bonzo and Halon magically switched places . Halon was always in the battle bus, and Bonzo in the pickup .
In the crashed armoured car, Shadow heard the scream even through the intense pain he felt in his head where it had struck the roof. Blood streamed down his face and his fingers felt a sharp and jagged crack through his split scalp where his skull had been fractured. He tried to move but could only throw up, unfortunately this was all over himself and Kiera, who was laying half on top of him and gently crying to herself. In the back of the truck things were hardly better. Luckily K and Vicky had been strapped in, so although they now hung from the ceiling, they were relatively unharmed. Bonzo however cradled his shin, which had already swollen and turned a deep purple as the blood pooled around what was probably a serious break. He laughed to himself through clenched teeth as he pulled himself upright and tied a couple of arm rests around the break with a seatbelt.
Outside the truck, the zombies had finished with the humvees and began to turn their attention to the fleeing members of the convoy and the crashed truck, shuffling towards the dented metal box, before being thrown aside by the hulking, raging form of the mega-zombie, which sprinted straight for the truck, slamming into the rear doors, buckling them severely and attempting to rip them from their brackets with its one remaining arm – razor sharp talons gashing the thick metal as it tore at the doors. Inside Bonzo stood ready to protect K and Vicky. Leaning on the wall to steady himself, he fed a new belt into the machine gun and waited for the door to be opened.
In the cab Kiera seemed more agitated, her cries and moans almost cut through the blinding pain that was incapacitating Shadow. He slowly inched his hand along his leg to an equipment pouch and managed to find a morphine serrette and stabbed it into his leg. The pain eased but not enough. He fumbled another out and stabbed that through the thick material of his trousers. The black throbbing abated, giving way to the lighter euphoria of the morphine. A slam from the rear of the truck jolted him and for a moment the pain threatened to come back, but was kept in check by the powerful pain killers now coursing through his veins. He levered himself up as a crashing and groaning of metal began to come from the back of the truck. Bracing himself against the buckled door frame he pushed…
The machine gun bucked in Bonzo’s hands as he held the trigger down as soon as the monster came into view through the rent it had made in the doors. He screamed incoherently as the gunfire echoed in the enclosed space, deafening him even to his own shouting. With a final heave, the doors were ripped free and the hulking form of the mega-zombie blocked the ragged hole. The machine gun clattered as the last of the bullets fed through the mechanism, the firing pin hitting nothing but air. Bonzo still screamed defiantly, determined to protect the unconscious children. Besides him the side door was pulled open and Shadow grabbed the back of his shirt and yanked him outside. Bonzo stumbled and flailed as Shadow pointed to Kiera, urging Bonzo to help her out of the cab before stepping into the cramped interior once more.
He opened fire on the creature blindly, watching as his bullets did little to add to the carnage of Bonzo’s machine gun fire and Saunders’ rocket. Cursing, he reached for a grenade but just as he was pulling it from his belt the monster smashed into him, throwing him from the open side door to the ground. He passed out as his head hit the ground, broken plates sliding over one another. The last thing he saw before the blackness claimed him was what looked like a big fat man hooker dressed in a thong and nipple tassels staggering towards him…
Inside the rear of the truck, the monster sniffed at K and Vicky he could sense something different about K, and could taste the dreams of both of them. Somewhere in its mutated mind it knew it was connected to them in some way but now only rage remained. It savagely ripped Vicky from her restraints, breaking her spine as it did so. Somehow her hand remained in K’s, which seemed to enrage the beast even more, for it immediately plunged its fist into K’s ribcage, shattering his ribs and pulping his lungs and heart.
In that instant, K awoke from his nightmare, knowing exactly what he had to do to redeem himself. His mutated arm whipped round and grabbed the monster’s wrist, gripping it tight. With the last of his strength he brought his mouth down and bit deeply into the flesh.
With a scream more terrible than anything it had ever uttered before the monster tried to pull away. Its skin seemed to blister and burn around the bite mark and a thick and stinking smoke began to spill from the wound. The monster thrashed around, penned inside the armoured vehicle it could not escape. The burning and blistering spread throughout its body and the smoke filled the interior completely. With a final roar the monster collapsed, its body smouldering on the floor.
Looking down on Vicky’s face, K shed a final tear before he went to join her on the other side.
Bonzo was pulling Kiera from the cab while trying to fend off the zombies which were gradually surrounding him when the creature died. Kiera awoke with a start, grabbing her pistol from her belt when she saw the zombies surrounding her and Bonzo, opening fire as Bonzo dragged her from the wreckage. Lying a short distance away she could see Shadow, his face exceptionally pale beneath the drying blood which plastered his face, a huge gash slashed through his hair, slick bone glinting beneath. She shouted wordlessly as she fired repeatedly, hustling Bonzo back to help guard Shadow, half supporting one another as they staggered back under the press of zombies, Bonzo weak from the prolonged fight and probably broken leg, and Kiera from the waking nightmare she had been living through.
Her pistol clicked empty.
At that moment the pick up truck with the survivors in crested the rise and the people within opened fire, shredding the advanced contingent of zombies who were harassing the survivors of the armoured car, and slewing to a halt besides them. Tombstone and Daisy jumped down and gently but quickly lifted Shadow into the back of the pickup while Halon covered them with the mini-gun.
“Get in the truck!” Tombstone shouted at Kiera as she stood at the open side door of the armoured car, staring into the interior, dumbstruck. Tombstone grabbed her by the arm and almost threw her into the back of the pickup, glancing into the armoured car he suppressed a shudder at the carnage within and the two small and shattered bodies that lay inside.
Daisy helped Bonzo into the pickup before climbing in herself. “Tombstone! Time to go!” she called, holding out her hand to him. With a last glance back at the monstrous zombie and the corpses of K and Vicky he turned and climbed aboard.
Jennifer gunned the engine and brought the truck around, putting as much distance between them and the still significant zombie army as she could.
At the end of the event, you have lost the battle bus and most of your heavy weapons that were stored within. You have also lost K and Vicky, who are now dead.
Shadow and Bonzo are both injured. Shadow seriously so (head trauma, fractured skull) and Bonzo has a probable fractured leg.
Player: halonachos
Name: "Halon" nickname due to massive chemistry interest.
Player: FM Ninja 048
Name: Jennifer
Player: Fitzz
Name: Tombstone
Player: Great Unclean One
Name: Bonzo INJURED
Player: jp400
Name: Cpl. Saunders
Please remember also that several of the group are suffering from radiation sickness (please correct me if this is no longer the case )
Hope you have enjoyed the event and that it is not too off. Sorry about the confusion that may have occurred in the first part. I will attempt to correct it.
Amazing! Poor Shadow.. although I knew that writing in all of the supplies, weapons and DVDs would result in them getting destroyed at some point or another. Well, I guess it's up to Ghosty to patch Shadow up again. Oh crap.
I really enjoyed the second part, Silver, and I've learned my lesson: Don't make my character have everything that everyone needs to survive because he'll lose it and get f*cked in the process.
Get over it. Your character's fine, if not mentally obliterated, but oh well. Mine's got his brains falling out (yeah I know they're not really..) and blah blah blah/shutsup.
Anyway, for once things are pretty much out of hand for me in this RP. Ah well.
Oh yeah, I was going to do something about Shadow's radiation sickness later, but then you you you Silver.
I'll find a way to work it in /just had a brainwave.
*various mechanical, and yet slightly unrealistic noises*
IC: The Truck screamed across the detritus, Keira already screaming orders.
"No, you Stupid B*tch, don't hold his head like that!"
All her pent up rage was fountaining out, and whilst the truck roared down the road she vented her rage at any around her. Daisy shifted how she was holding Shadow's incumbent form, to better support his caved in cranium. Keira rummaged through the First Aid kit, trying to find something to better help her in the makeshift surgery.
Keira turned to Bonzo, who was unfastening the seatbelts he'd tied to his leg.
"Nice work there Bonzo, very professional tying. Have you ever considered a job as a nurse?" she half giggled through gritted teeth. A plank from a nearby ammo crate became a makeshift splint whilst she reapplied bandages to Bonzo's fractured limb.
"It'll be ok, providing you dont shift your weight onto it whilst you walk. I guess it'd be too much to ask you to keep off your feet for a week, wouldn't it?" Keira smiled, and turned back to Shadow.
Tombstone glanced over to where the soldier lay unconscious.
"Can you fix him?"
Keira stared at the wound.
"No."
Everyone was momentarily silent. Then their voices burst into a cacophony of sound, yelling profanities, questions, demands. Keira roared for silence,pulled a pistol out of Shadows pocket and shot a hole clean through the back window. The bullets exit through the glass combined with the muzzle flash and deafening bang stunned everyone long enough to get her sentence out.
"Shut the F*ck up! No, I cant fix that. His skull is cracked, and it'll heal in time. The only thing we should be worried about at this time is if he's suffering from head trauma, which, considering from the damage, he most probably will be."
Daisy looked up. "What are we supposed to do then?"
"..use your magic healing powers, Witch Elf lady!"
"Not so fast! You have to bring me three pobblenob mushrooms first, I need it for my spell to destroy your father."
"Screw it, I don't give a damn then - let Shad die, I want ma papa!"
Anyway, there seems to be only one solution to this at present..
Bonzo lay on the floor, busy untying the belts from his leg. "GoTTa GeT SomeTHiNg FoR ThiS FasT, BuT I'M sO Sick Of TheSE MothER FeTHiNG ZomBIes In ThiS MotHEr FethINg..... 'plane?'" He trailed off as he realized he was just quoting a bad film....
"ThANkS VeRY MuCHlY-HEHEHE!" Bonzo giggled in response to Kiera's help in the splint department and eyed the barrel of some sort of gun in the back of the truck to use as a walking stick....
Turning to look at what all the commotion was about, giving his input as to the medical condition of Shadow, "MaybE gET SomE PoBBlEnoB MusHrooMS?"
Trailing off as the serious conversation going on in the front bored him, he took to thinking.... something was seriously wrong....
He couldn't quite think of what it was, before he caught himself absent mindedly cleaning thin air. They were gone. He'd lost them.
"WHERE THE HELL ARE MY GODDAM CHAINSAWS?!" Bonzo bellowed from the back of the truck, startling Kiera.
"Eh?" She asked, she began laughing as she realized what he was shouting about and laughed even harder when she saw the expression on his face. "You look just like a sad toddler!" She remarked, her laughing starting to subside as she remembered the seriousness of the situation, but let out one last giggle at the sight of the indignant and angry clown in the back of the truck.
"SoMe PeopLE JuST Don'T KnOW HoW tO TakE ThiNGS SerIousLY!" Bonzo pouted from the back, before taking to scowling out of the back window....
Nicely done Silver,I have to admit I was on the edge of my seat reading it.
Shame poor Shadow got his skull busted,hopefully Ninja does have that pocket full of mushrooms.
I do have one question,and I can't seem to find the answer in the event write up...did "The Huge Man" live?
Looks like were looking forward to another visit, time to arm up maybe?
There's about 4 of 'em left.. they've got two bullet-ridden hummers and one wreck, a bunch of corpses and the zombie horde after 'em, with us having just driven through (and over some of) them.
Also, it's quite a shame - the two cats are in the battle bus and will now be eaten by zombies ./mental note: don't bring animals into zombie games cause they get fraggeddd
Everything was blurry - pixalated, to describe it slightly better. There were blue, grey, white, black, pale, bright, dark and a whole manner of other coloured pixals. He felt dizzy and sick. He could hear sounds. He didn't know what they were.. he tried as hard as he could to remember what those sounds were, but he couldn't. So instead, he just listened, and strained to try and understand what the noises were. He couldn't. Then he realized he had no idea who he was. He felt wet on the back of his head, and extreme pain. There was another noise - louder, but lower - more gruff. It was continuous.. an engine, perhaps? He had no idea. He just closed his eyes and thought. What's going on? Who am I? Where am I? What are those noises? People? Why can't I see properly? Opening his eyes again, most of the "pixals" were pale with some dark patches around the pale ones. Maybe someone's looking at me? he wondered. Then the noises - he was pretty sure it was a person - a woman - talking to him. But he couldn't understand her, nor could he respond. He just closed his eyes.
"Hello? You-hoo? Anybody home?" Keira repeatedly asked the prone form of Shadow, waving her hands about infront of his face. He seemed to look at her for awhile, but to her dissapointment he just closed his eyes again. "Nothing," she said, "absolutely nothing. He's completely blank - as I told you, he's probably suffering from brain traumer." "That's great, honeybun, but what're we gonna do about it?" Tombstone asked. "We wait." "For how long?" "As long as it takes." "Great.." Halon butted in, speaking what was on everyone's mind. "Let's just get to the safehouse, and keep him alive, OK?" Keira ordered. There were a few grunts of reply, but noone was going to complain or disagree. Why would they? She turned to Daisy. "We need to stop this bleeding. Hand me some bandage from that First Aid kit.."
"Man, I can't believe it," Halon exclaimed. "It just goes to show; the strongest are still as fragile as the next guy," Tombstone replied, sighing as if for emphasis. "To think," he continued, "we're only about ten minutes from the safe house and then that shitstorm back there happens. Most of our supplies are gone, the two kids are dead, Shadow. Man this is fethed. Totally fethed up." "Beyond repair," Halon said. "Fubar," Tombstone confirmed, looking at his friend. "Fubar," agreed Halon.
Tombstone glanced out the trucks front window,"Fubar." he thought once more,deeply concerned for Shadow,"We have to get him to the Devils Den" the biker thought.
"And once we get there" Tombstone continued to think to himself " I intend to get some fething answers."
"The men that attacked us" he mused to himself " Those had to be Phoenix's men...too well organized and equipped to simply be scavengers."The biker thought "But why attack us? why risk his Daughters life that way?"anger swelled up inside of him " Phoenix is going to tell me why the feth he sent that goon squad after us...and why they tried to kill us...even if I have to cut him apart to get the answers."
" Which way?" Jennifer asked from the drivers seat.
Tombstone,glanced over at the woman behind the wheel, " Make a right then stay on this road for a few miles,it will lead you right to the safe house."
" ..And my Father." Jennifer said,a slight smile crossed her face.
"Yes Princess" Tombstone said,containing the rage he felt " ..and your Father."
" He's passed out again" Keira said from the rear of the truck where she crouched over Shadow " I've done all I can for him,we have to wait and see now."
Tombstone nodded and reached for the CB mic.
" One Eye..you copy Bro" the biker said.
A few seconds passed and the radio crackled a response
" Stone? where are you?" One Eye replied
" About five minutes away from the Den..whats the situation there?" Tombstone asked.
" It's weird Bro" One Eye answered " alot of those things..well..they just wandered off..I guess they found something more interesting then us to try to eat."
" That would have been us." Tombstone said grimly " So the way is clear?"
" Well" One Eye said " Not clear,but there isn't a whole lot of the things around,we'll get ya in safe."
" Roger that Bro" Tombstone said " Be there in a couple minutes..Oh and One Eye,have Phoenix ready to meet us,I'm sure he's...anxious to see his daughter."
" Got ya Bro..I'll let him know your on the way." Said One Eye.
Tombstone hung the Mic back onto the radio and closed his eyes.
" Mr. Phoenix" The biker thought " You just fethed with the wrong bull."
Horray! Vengeance for the whole fubar situation that got Shadow screwed! (Damn you FITZZ for bring the goons into the story! JK it was a good call..grumble..)
Although with this reckoning, I reckon that Jennifer won't be too pleased with what Tombstone's gonna do to her daddy, and if Ninja were here (then he should start posting, amongst other things) then he'd agree - the friction will probably lead to another Player Event that will result in all chaos breaking loose at the den, with Tomb V Daddy and Jennifer, and the Devils runnin' around shouting wtf and thinking second.
But yes,look for a great deal of chaos to ensue once our happy band of survivors reach the safe house.
I have a few little ideas brewing,some of wich will probably indeed require yet another intervention from our beloved Silver.
FITZZ wrote: But yes,look for a great deal of chaos to ensue once our happy band of survivors reach the safe house.
I have a few little ideas brewing,some of wich will probably indeed require yet another intervention from our beloved Silver.
Heh heh heh.. I get to just sit back, immobile and half dead, and steal the guy next to me's popcorn while I watch the fun (provided Shadow's vision doesn't go pixilated again and that he remains conscious!).
Tombstone opened his eyes,his head ached from restraing himself from putting his fist through the trucks front window.
He drew his twin 9mm pistols,sat one on his lap and began to load the others magazine,an icy gleam in his eyes.
Daisy stared at him for a moment and placed her hand on his shoulder "Hey..you ok?" she asked softly.
Tombstone grinned at her,reminding her a bit of a wolf,she shuddered.
" I'm fine darling." Tombstone whispered,slapping the magazine home in the pistol and proceeding to reload the other.
Although Daisy had not known Tombstone very long,she could sense something in him,something that,in all honesty,scared her,something was going to happen soon...something bad.
" Hun" Daisy said "what is it?..whats wrong?"
Tombstone stared at the young woman,smiling coldly "Nothing" he said "just stay close to me when we get to the Den."
Daisy nodded and kissed his cheek.
Jennifer also watched the biker,something was bothering him,she could obviously see that..no,bothering was to soft a word,something had made him furious..he was just trying to hide it.
Jennifer supposed it was the fact that Shadow was injured that had Tombstone so angry,but Shadow was going to be ok she thought,and in just a few minutes...she would again be with her Father.
Tombstone slammed his palm against his head and quickly snatched up the CB mic again.
One of the Satan's servants that was most likely at the safe house was an burly old bastard who was called "Medicine Man" by the other members of the gang,they called him this partly because he could cook up some seriously high quality product,but also due to the fact that he had been an army medic during the Vietnam war.
"That crazy old fether patched alot of boys up and got them home" Tombstone thought " If anyone could perhaps help Shadow it was The Medicine Man."
The Biker keyed the Mic...
"One Eye..come in..over." Tombstone said.
"Right here Stone,what ya need?" came the rapid reply.
" How many soldiers do we still have at the Den" Tombstone asked quickly.
" Well...we've lost a few" came One Eyes answer " There's me,Puppy,Two Dogs,Bam Bam,Spanky and Big Boy."
Tombstone hung his head,filled with a sense of frustration.
"and of course The Medicine Man..he's been doing his best to patch up any wounded...but..ya know what happens to the wounded...they all sort of..come back."One Eye said.
" Feth Yeah!!" Tombstone yelled,causing the others in the truck to look at him as if he'd gone mad.
" One Eye" Tombstone said jovially " You Tell The Medicine Man I'm bringing in a severe head wound...not bitten..but bashed all to feth...have him ready to see what he can do.."
Tombstone glanced at Keira and finished " Tell him a nurse has stabilized the patient...and will help him in any way she can."
" Roger that" One Eye replied " Get your asses here already."
" We are in bound my Brother" Tombstone said " five minutes tops."
The biker glanced over at Jennifer " Put that pedal down Princess...we need to haul ass."
OOC: I finally got my power cable in, my cat decided to chew through it, the cats fine though.
IC:
"So, we're almost there?" Halon said cheerfully.
"Yeah, I said five minutes for a reason." Tombstone said equally gladly, or at least mimicking it.
Halon thought about the safehouse, it was probably a biker club and would probably smell like urine and vomit, but there would hopefully be a nice place to sleep. Maybe another minigun to replace the one lost recently.
Bonzo was back to normal, or what could pass for normal in the clown's case. Shadow was hurt and that wasn't good at all for anyone really. He could keep the biker in check, calm the others, and perhaps take Bonzo dow if necessary. The situation was starting to look grim and dark again and Halon just put his head into his hands wearily. He was tired, he was depressed, and most importantly he didn't have a big gun.
The kids had died and Halon felt like he had allowed them to die, he doubted they would've woken up before that thing got to them, but it was more difficult to remove the restraints on them to have gotten them out of the wreck.
Halon felt partially guilty about that, all of these feelings hit him the gut like, well like Tombstone had taken a baseball bat and hit him with it repeatedly. He missed everything, he would try to fix it. He probably couldn't, but he would try.
Halon looked at Tombstone and decided he would finally ask and find out why this safehouse had lasted so long and why it had lasted so long.
"So, Tomb..." Halon said quietly "why is this safehouse so important that your pals decided to stay there?"
"You don't know?" Tombstone said surprised.
"No, you never told me and if you told Shadow he never told me. I've been out of the loop since this thing began and seeing as though Shadow is out, I want in." Halon finished.
Tombstone lit a cigarette and turned back to Halon,he thought for a moment then spoke.
" The Satan's Servants safe house or The Devils Den,as members call it,is actually a very secluded old colonial mansion." Tombstone said " It's been in the Family for over four decades now,and for the most part we use it for ...well let's just say we use it to keep people who don't want to be found from being found"
Halon nodded his understanding.
" For the past several years" Tombstone continued " It's been one of several homes in which the Princess dear old daddy has operated out of" the biker indicated Jennifer with a nod " although he spends most of his time in a secured area closer to Cape city,I'm assuming that when this gakk storm started,The Brothers got Him to the Den because it's very defensible and reasonably isolated."
"So basically another Fortress?" Halon asked " Like Shadows place?"
" No where near as well supplied" Tombstone laughed " Heaviest weapon you'd find there is a SAW or two,lots of small arms and such though."
Halon nodded again.
" For now" Tombstone said " the most important thing is there are a half dozen Satan's Servants there,as well as the Medicine Man..who with any luck can help patch Shadow up."the biker continued " Plus ...we can catch our breath there..hunker down for a minute and figure out our next move."
" I see" Halon said
" Plus my Father is there" Jennifer said,turning to look at Halon.
" Oh yes" Tombstone smiled " I'm not forgetting dear old Daddy...I'm looking forward to seeing him almost as much as you are Princess."
Something about Tombstones tone suddenly worried Halon quite a bit,the biker may be anxious to See Jennifer's Father,but some how Halon thought that wasn't a good thing.
A mile or so ahead they could see the mansion looming into view.
Keira wiped some of the excess blood that was oozing from the bandages entwined around shadow's head off.
"Medicine man? What can he do that I cant?" She mused to herself.
As the mansion loomed closer, Keira gazed out of the window at the carnage on the lawn. Lots of bodies, a couple of fires, and a burnt wreck of a truck. Pretty intense fighting had been occurring here. Something wasn't right, that as much, Keira knew. The last fight had done something to her. Her own thoughts felt strangely alien to her. But this was wrong. The mansion had a sense of forboding, and she felt it could be their final resting place.
"This doesn't feel right. If this was a safe house, why are the front doors open?"
Tombstone followed her gaze, and sure enough, the front doors of the mansion were wide open, almost invitingly.
" Feth" whispered Tombstone seeing the open doors of the Den "What in the Feth"
" I've got a bad feeling about this." Keira said from behind the biker.
" Why are the doors open?" Daisy said " is it for us? to get in quicker maybe?"
" I don't think so." Tombstone said, obviously concerned,he picked up his AK-47 and chambered a round,scanning the front yard for signs of trouble as the truck pulled in.
" Everyone stay frosty" Tombstone said " keep your eyes open and your mouths shut."
" Tombstone." Keira said "try the CB again."
The biker keyed the CB mic " One Eye? you there?" Tombstone said.
no response came.
" What the feth?!!" The biker growled angrily.
"What's wrong?!" Jennifer said " Is my Father ok!?"
" Feth your Father." Tombstone said leaping from he truck,weapons at the ready.
"Tombstone wait!!" Halon called,trying to exit the truck as well.
" Tomb! what are you doing!" Keira called
Daisy leapt from the truck,chambering a round into the AR-15 she held.
" I'm going to find out just what in the feth is going on!" Tombstone said,his rage barely contained.
" But what if.." Daisy started to say.
She was interrupted by the roar of machine gun fire from inside the mansion.
Lies! I just mentioned summit was wrong. For all i know they could have just been letting in some air into the stagnent mansion. But N-O-oo you had to go and have machine gun fire.
Well it just wouldn't be proper if there wasn't any machine gun fire, now would there? Otherwise there'd be a red carpet.. a red carpet and wine. I see no wine. I see no carpet. I see little and what I see is about as detailed as the first Mario game that came out (from Shad's PoV).
Anyway, basically Tomb is gonna run in there, find Daddy and TMM and get them outta there, then set everyone up for a massive event in which TMM might die, Papa will probably die, Jennifer will go wtfspast on Tomb, and someone else will probably also die.
Throw in a couple of undead bikers and we've got something good here..
Tombstone spun in the direction of the weapons fire,raising his weapon.
The bullet riddled body of a ghoul flying from the opened doors as though shot from a catapult crashed into the dooryard.
Tombstone and Daisy crouched low,and braced to fire as Halon rushed up from behind readying his weapon.
A figure loomed into the doorway...
It was One Eye,the biker held a still smoking MAC-10 in his hand,his weathered face broke into a smile upon seeing Tombstone.
" Stone! you dirty old bastard" One Eye bellowed "Get your ass up here and gimme a hug!"
Tombstone relaxed,but still seemed a bit agitated "What the feth did ya'll have the fething door open for ya damn fool!!" he yelled.
" Relax Stone" One Eye said " Puppy opened the door cause he heard some banging and figured it was ya'll..couple of them bastards got inside..we took care of it."
" Jesus fething Christ!" Tomstone yelled
" AHH was ya scared Stone?! " the biker jested " Fraid the big bad zombies done ate us?!"
" Feth you man" Tombstone said hugging One Eye "Good to see you Bro."
" Good ta see ya to Stone" One Eye replied " Now,let's get you and your new buddies in side before we do attract some unwanted attention."
" Damn right." Tombstone said,turning to te truck.
Event time, I think. We should wait for silver to read all this, then see what he decides to do about TMM and Shadow, and Tombstone, Jennifer and Phoenix. Oh, and everyone else.
I have a feeling there'll be a metric fuckton of zombies on our heels after the event, though .
Darkvoidof40k wrote:Event time, I think. We should wait for silver to read all this, then see what he decides to do about TMM and Shadow, and Tombstone, Jennifer and Phoenix. Oh, and everyone else.
I have a feeling there'll be a metric fuckton of zombies on our heels after the event, though .
No doubt all the hungry zeds are in hot pursuit.
As far as an event just now,I'm hoping to be able to Rp a bit more,at least concerning an initial entrance into the "Den" as well as the beginnings of confrontation between Tombstone and Phoenix/Jennifer.
ghosty wrote:Lies! I just mentioned summit was wrong. For all i know they could have just been letting in some air into the stagnent mansion. But N-O-oo you had to go and have machine gun fire.
yes..I guess it was all me wasn't it.
Well, I've fixed now. ...at least til something else pops up wanting to eat us.
Tombstone,Halon,One Eye and Keira all carefully carried Shadow into the mansion,setting him gently in the bed of a downstairs room.
Upon exiting the room,they found Bonzo frantically inquiring of several of the bikers as to the possibilities of acquiring a chainsaw or two,this seemed to amuse the bikers to no end.
Jennifer entered the mansion carrying a backpack slung over her arm,the expression on her face was one of cautious anticipation,and Tombstone felt the slightest pang of regret that her reunion with her Father may not be a happy one.
" That feths got alot to answer for " Tombstone thought to himself "and she better fething understand it."
Daisy entered,and Tombstone noticed the appreciative looks she got from the rest of the bikers,he smiled at this,but also walked over and placed an arm around her,signaling to his brothers that she was "Taken".
One Eye erupted into gails of laughter at Tombstones protective behavior over the young woman " Don't ya worry there Stone." The man said " The boys was just looking...most of the boys have their old ladies here,hiding upstairs...so they ain't going to bother yer girl."
" What's yer name pretty lady?" One Eye said turning to Daisy.
" Daisy." the young woman said shaking hands with the old biker " and I'm not worried that any of Tombstones brothers would be less than gentlemen" she smiled.
This brought out a roar of good natured laughter from the group of assembled bikers,and introductions were made all around.
Keria entered the front room, looking around a bit apprehensively,she was introduced to the bikers,but seemed a bit distant.
" Where is the one you called Medicine Man?" she finally asked " is he examining Shadow?"
" I am Medicine Man" a deep voice said from the rear of the room.
Keira turned to face a tall man of about fifty five,obviously Native American,his long hair a pure silver color,eyes narrowed but kind,his leather jacket bedecked with feathers and various tribal jewelry.
" You must be the good spirit who cared for your injured friend on your journey here" Medicine Man said to Keira.
" Well..I did what I could." the woman replied.
" If you would..I would happily welcome your help in aiding me to assist your friend" The old biker said.
" I'll do what I can." Keira said.
The two walked away to examine Shadow.
" So Stone." asked the biker called Puppy " How was your trip in?"
The group laughed as Tombstone threw a beer can at the man.
Jennifer interrupted them.asking rather loudly " So,where is my Father?"
From the top of the stairs came her answer.
" Right here my Dear one." Phoenix said.
He stood atop the stairs,impeccably dressed in suit and tie,besides him two Satan's Servants,Big Boy and Bam Bam stood as his personal guards.
" Daddy?!" Jennifer said,a tear slipping down her cheek.
Tombstones eyes narrowed as he turned to see Phoenix.
SilverMK2 wrote:You have to remember that the last thing a huge army of zombies saw was you guys driving off... and you only went about 10 minutes down the road
This is quite true...however,and of course this is just my calculations so feel free to be as evil as you wish. ,our group was in a truck going about 60 mph,the zeds are on foot,so we should have a few hours lead on them...of course I could be completely wrong about that and may end up zombie snack for my insolence.
Darkvoidof40k wrote:Event time, I think. We should wait for silver to read all this, then see what he decides to do about TMM and Shadow, and Tombstone, Jennifer and Phoenix. Oh, and everyone else.
I have a feeling there'll be a metric fuckton of zombies on our heels after the event, though .
"So GuyS, aNy ChaNSe Of a CHainSaw abOutS hEre?" Bonzo inquired to the assembled Bikers. Laughing at this random outburst from such an odd looking character, one of them, wiping his tears away from his eyes replied.
"Nah man, not got any I'm afraid, the gardener went a bit.... 'ga-ga'" Winking to other bikers as he said this, answered with grim chuckles. "He didn't leave much for us in the pruning department" Signalling to a window, the sight of which was of a small crater with pieces of shed scattered around it, it seemed the gardener had gone out with a bang.
"Why'D He BlOW Up THE GoDDAM ShED?!" Bonzo exclaimed, "MoRE IMPOrTAnTLY, WhY My DamN ChaINSAWS!?" The bikers seemed to laugh even harder at this louder outburst from the clown, the biker who had answered Bonzo's question held his hand forward in greeting.
"No idea mate, anyway, my name's Dave, Dirty Dave they call me" He said, winking again at the bikers.
"NiCe ToO MeeT YoU, I'M BonZo I'M SurE We'll Be GREAT! FrieNDS!" Bonzo exclaimed as he grasped Dave's hand enthusiastically. Dave recoiled, clutching his hand.
"FETH!" He shouted, shaking his hand in the air.
"JuST A QuiCK BUZZ!" Giggled Bonzo, revealing the hand buzzer he had used to shock Dave. Dave realized that he had fallen for a simple practical joke and laughed in good humor.
"I suppose you've got a few tricks up your sleeve eh?"
"YoU COuLD SaY ThAt" Replied Bonzo, winking conspiratorially at the bikers and looking up his sleeves with a grin. This left the bikers roaring with laughters, one banging on the table as tears streamed down his face, to the obvious displeasure of Phoenix, however Bonzo and his new friends seemed oblivious.
I'm certain that you will have to step in with an event in the very near future,what with the approaching zombie army,Shadows injury,Tombstones smoldering rage at Phoenix over the attack by his men and Bonzos inability to locate a chain saw....chaos and mayhem should erupt very shortly.
As The Medicine Man led Keira through the house, she took as much of it in as she could. The place was beautifully decorated, and expensively furnished. But it was clear intense fights had occurred in many of the rooms. One she went through had a blood soaked Sofa, riddled with bullet holes. Another was missing part of the wall, the wallpaper burnt and smudged with charcoal. The hole had been hastily patched up with wooden beams. The man seemed to be leading her towards the back of the house, away from the living quarters. They entered a large and mainly empty room, its walls lined with steel beds. Most of them were unoccupied, a few had bodies laying motionless and covered, a couple had a few sleeping Bikers lying on them.
"Welcome to my workplace. I just need to pick up some equipment before we tend to your friend."
Keira nodded, and wandered over to a man sleeping. He had some deep lacerations across his stomach, but they had been expertly stitched, and were slowly healing. She leant down and examined them more closely. Running locked sutures, presumably because of the tension his injuries were under. Lower down on the belly injuries were tell tale marks that the skin had been torn. Keira shifted the Bikers belt slightly to get a better look and the stretch marks on the laceration.
"That's it little lady, Hog's got some stress he needs relieving."
Keira looked up at the man's face, which was grinning back at her. He didn't seem like a horrible person. Hell, if he'd been walking down the street in a suit she wouldn't have given him a second glance.
"Hi...Hog. Im Keira, how'd you cut your belly open?"
The man laughed, and pulled himself into a sitting position on the bed.
"Got caught in the gardeners blast din't I. A rake and a trowel made an exit across my stomach. Medicine Man says im gonna be fine provided I don't do anything strenuous for a couple more days."
Keira smiled politely.
"I wish my boys listened to me like you listen to him." She indicated to the Medicine Man, who was busy collecting up a variety of surgical and spiritual pieces of equipment.
"Can't get 'em to sit still long enough for the wounds to heal eh?"
"No. They're always trying tog et themselves killed. Im surprised I haven't found them playing Russian roulette yet."
The man roared with laughter again.
"My girl, shall we check on your patient?"
Keira looked over her shoulder, to find the Medicine Man was standing close by, smiling.
"Ok, well, nice to meet you Hog."
"You to, Keira."
As they walked back through the house Keira filled her new partner in on the injury.
"He cracked him skull open on the top of our vehicle when it turned over. He's suffering from extreme head trauma, and he might have lost the ability to speak, or worse, lost all control over his motor functions."
The Man nodded, but said nothing. Keira continued.
"Iv'e done what I could to stem the bleeding, which worries me by the way, if he had internal bleeding on the brain he could be as good as dead. Otherwise, Iv'e put a splint on the back of his neck, as I don't have a neck restraint, and I gave him the last of the morphine."
Again, The Man said nothing, but he seemed to quicken his pace. Maybe there was something he could do. As he began to move away from her, Keira reached into the backpack and rummaged around. Her hand brushed against a small pot of pills. She pulled them out and swallowed a couple. Replacing them back in her bag she jogged after The Medicine Man, who was already three rooms away.
Medicine Man stood over Shadow examining his injuries as Keira entered the room,the old biker looked up at her and smiled.
" Sorry to leave you behind...I just had a feeling" Medicine Man said.
"Feeling?" Keira asked.
"Yes" the old biker replied " He was choking when I entered..but I have alleviated that."
" You..felt that?" Keira asked,slightly amazed.
Medicine Man smiled warmly at her.
" Here" he said " See your friends injury.."
Keira looked at the gash in Shadows head,and nodded.
" He has two fractures...one small lineure and another comminuted fracture" Medicine Man said " The lineure fracture will heal with little problem..it is the comminuted fracture we must concern ourselves with."
" No sign of a Depressed Fracture?" Keria asked.
"Thankfully no" Medicine Man said "however,there is sighs of blood pooling which we must clear to further examine if the bones have punctured the Dura and to check for any swelling of the brain."
Keira nodded "It doesn't appear any bone fragment has become dislodged,but exploratory exam would reveal more."
"Exactly." smiled Medicine Man " Let's get him prep ed."
Keira nodded and gingerly cleaned and shaved the area around the wound.
" Now" Medicine Man said smiling " Let us see just how badly your friend has been hurt."
"HeY GuYS I'Ve GoT An IdEA FoR A GamE We cAn PlaY!" Bonoz exclaimed to his new group of friends. They sat round the table, rather bored as everyone else seemed to have something better to do..... "JuST OnE SeC!" He said to puzzled expressions as he rose from his seat and pottered around the cupboards.
"AH, JuSt WhAT I WaS LooKInG For!" he said enthusiastically as he pulled a Glock from one of the cupboards.
"H..h...hey man, what you need that for?" Asked Dave tentatively. Bonzo checked the inside for ammo, took the bullet out and made a big show of putting the bullet back into the chamber.
"ThIs Is A ReaLLY FuN GamE GuYS! It'S RuSSIAn I ThinK!" replied Bonzo as he held out the gun, he put it down on the table as all the bikers looked on apprehensively. He spun the gun, it slowly stopped spinning and the barrel lay to rest in the direction of Puppy.
Laughing forcefully and strained, Dave said "Hey man, funny joke, but maybe we should stop playing now?"
"WhATS ThE FuN iN ThAT?" Replied Bonzo "It'S Pup'S TuRN!' as he leveled the gun at Pup's head. Pup, locked in terror, just stared down the barrel of the gun, shaking visibly in his chair.
"I... I.... I'm gonna die" He managed to get out before Bonzo pulled the trigger. All of the bikers round to table jumped forward as Bonzo pulled back the metal pin with a smile.
But all that came out was a click as the hammer fell onto an empty chamber.
"YoU DiD SAY I HaD SomE TRicKs uP My SleevES!" Bonzo laughed as he produced the bullet from his sleeve, which he had palmed earlier.
I quite enjoyed that,but you do realize pointing guns at a bunch of bikers may not be the healthiest thing for Bonzo to do.
...so again. could someone please locate a chainsaw for the clown?..
Meh, it was reasonably in character, I've left it open for anyone to do the reactions of the bikers as It'd be a bit unfair if I RP'd that.
But also, it adds a bit of flavor to the RP, I'm supposed to be a 'bit' unhinged so it's nice to be able to RP mad things like that once in a while! XD
The bikers at the table stared at Bonzo for a moment and then erupted into hysterical laughter.
" You have got to be the craziest bastard I've ever met" howled Dirty Dave,slapping Bonzo on the back and carefully taking the pistol from him.
" But in the future my friend" Dave continued " maybe ya shouldn't scare Puppy like that...we ain't paper trained him yet."
The Bikers roared laughter again.
Puppy rose from his seat and went to the kitchen,he returned with a bottle of vodka " Here Bonzo..next time ya get an urge for something Russian,just have a sip of that."he said.
Bonzo read the label " SMiRnOff" he exclaimed " I LoVe ThiS StuFF...It'S SooO FlaMeAbLe...WaNnA SeE My FiRe TrIcK?" Bonzo laughed.
Awesome work Fitzz! Captured the moment perfectly, also got me out of a potential pickle!
I think I'll wait till a bit later to RP so I can do something of substance rather than just a little skit like that, even though it was rather fun to write! But indeed, I'll make small RPs, probably about trying to find a chainsaw and socializing with the gang but leave the meat of this bit of the RP up to you guys as your more involved in the story aspects at this point. ^^
For instance, ghosty has got the medical storyline, you've got the Phoenix one, so I don't want to foul them up for you guys. ^^
Great Unclean One wrote: Awesome work Fitz! Captured the moment perfectly, also got me out of a potential pickle!
I think I'll wait till a bit later to RP so I can do something of substance rather than just a little skit like that, even though it was rather fun to write! But indeed, I'll make small RPs, probably about trying to find a chainsaw and socializing with the gang but leave the meat of this bit of the RP up to you guys as your more involved in the story aspects at this point. ^^
For instance, ghosty has got the medical storyline, you've got the Phoenix one, so I don't want to foul them up for you guys. ^^
I do my best GUO,glad you liked it.
Also,don't let "established" story lines prevent you from RPing,sure I have a "concept" about were to take the whole "Phoenix situation",but what makes the whole RP fun is all the "unknown elements" that can pop up,and Bonzo is clearly one of those "wild cards",so I say,short of burning the place down ...do your thing.
Halon sat down quietly, there was no one to really talk to. However, Bonzo was making a racquet so Halon thought it would be best to go watch after him. Hopefully he wouldn't turn into a Patrick and blow the mansion up.
"WaNnA sEe My FiRe TrIcK?" he heard Bonzo shout.
"Oh feth!" Halon thought as he moved towards the clown.
"Bonzo, no tricks and no drinks." he said as he grappled the bottle from Bonzo's hands.
"HeY, i WaS dOiNg My TrIcK fOr My FrIeNdS Mr. BuZzKiLl." Bonzo shouted back and took the bottle back from Halon.
"Okay, listen Bonzo, if I get you a chainsaw would you like to trade the chainsaw for the smirnoff?" Halon said on the verge of anger.
"HmMmM." Bonzo began as he scratched his chin and twirled the bottle. "ArE yOu A mAgIcIan? YoU cAn MaKe ThIs InTo A cHaInSaW?" he finished as he pointed to te bottle.
"ThAt'S bEtTeR tHaN mY tRiCk!" Bonzo exclaimed excitedly as he handed Halon the bottle and began to wait for Halon to do his trick.
Bonzo sat there expectantly, after seeing the Smirnoff most obviously not changing into a bottle he offered, "WAnT mE To HeLp WiTh ThAT?" and proceeded to scrunch up his face with huge effort, trying desperately to turn the bottle into a beloved chainsaw. "It'S JuSt No USE, BoTLLE DoeSN'T WaNNA PlAY!" as he collapsed, exhausted onto the chair below him to the amusement of the bikers around.
Dave, rising from his chair put his arm round Bonzo and said with a reassuring voice, "Don't worry man, we'll get you a chainsaw man, a real big one too!"
"Bu...bU....Bu.... BuT I NeEEED TWo tO Do My TRiCK...." Replied Bonzo dejectedly, looking at his feet.... Halon sighed exasperatedly and made a knowing look towards the bikers that read, 'He's like this ALL the time...'
Dave laughed heartily and once again tried to reassure Bonzo, "Man, we'll get you two then, and then you can show us your trick" and with a wink at Bonzo, this seemed to cheer up the clown considerably.
"So WhEN WE SeTTInG OfF To GeT MY BabIES TheN" Bonzo asked expectantly to the group of amused bikers, Dave and the even more exasperated Halon.
Tombstone smiled at Bonzos antics,in all honesty the clown,for all his eccentricities,fit right in with the group of bikers.
The Bikers eyes drifted over to where Jennifer stood embracing her Father,the man was speaking to her in low tones which Tombstone couldn't hear from where he sat.
Anger flared in him once more,but Tombstone knew better than to simply attack a man like Phoenix,he had to use all his cunning in this situation.
Tombstone rose from the table,giving Daisy a quick kiss " Hang tight,I'll be back in a minute" he said,motioning for One Eye to follow him.
In a side room Tombstone explained his situation to the older biker.
" That Mother Fether sent a goon squad out for us" Tombstone said " They tried to gun us down,and in part are responsible for the deaths of two kids and my friend in there being hurt."
" How sure are you Stone." The older Biker asked,One Eye knew that Tombstone was seldom wrong concerning this sort of thing,but this was Phoenix for feths sake,his money and product had put the Satan's Servants on the map.
" I'm sure man " Tombstone replied " The group that hit us was to fething well organized and supplied to just be ordinary Moes,they were Phoenix's men...and if he considered us expendable then...he'll feth every one of us later...he could have more guys headed here right now."
" But why?" One Eye said " his Daughters here,there safe...he's not stupid enough to start a war in here."
" No..he's not." Tombstone said " He'll do what he's been doing...using us for protection and screwing us behind our backs..."
" Stone,even if his men do show up...He and his kid can just leave with them...there's no reason for him to start shooting."One Eye replied.
" Wasn't any fething reason for them to start shooting at us on the road...but they did." Tombstone growled " I'm telling you Bro...he's a snake...we can't trust him."
One Eye was silent for a moment,then spoke grimly.
" I trust your feelings here Stone" The old biker said " If he does anything shady...ice him,but for now...we got something else to worry about."
" What's that?" Tombstone said.
" What might be following you here" One Eye replied " You did say that a whole army of them biting bastards hit ya'll out there."
" Feth me" Tombstone nodded " Hundreds of them...and I'm sure they're still hungry and trying to find out where lunch went."
" So I'm figuring in a few hours they'll be knocking at the door" One Eye said with a grim smile.
Tombstone shook his head, " Yeah,I'd say your right...and I think it's best if we are all long gone by then."
" Always said you was a smart Kid" The old biker laughed. " any smart ideas about where we gonna run to?"
Great Unclean One wrote:Soooo..... secret biker base of uber doom? Castle in the hills? Helms Deep? We're going to need something of that size to get us out of this gakhole!
... Umm..actually,it's an old hippie comune out in the woods ... hell...we're dead.
As Keira and Medicine Man probed the fractures, the source of the bleeding became apparent. The fractured skull had nicked a capillary, and though the bleeding wasn't affecting the rest of the examination, it needed to be dealt with.
"So, how are we going to close the capillary? Its not a gusher, but if we leave it to heal, theres a chance he'll damage his brain."
"True, I suggest that we block the capillary branch off for the time being. It will invariably cause some loss of muscle control in the face until we unblock it, but I doubt that he'll be getting around anytime soon." Medicine man said.
His hands worked like a blur, as he began to work away on Shadows Injuries.
Keira swayed suddenly. The room was spinning. She clutched her head and managed to stagger over to a nearby couch before she collapsed. Medicine Man rushed over, and checked her pupils. They were unevenly dilated.
"What could she have taken?!" he gasped. Keira had overdosed on something, that much was clear, but apart from that, he was unsure. If Keira had swallowed a drug, the best course of action would be to make her throw up. But if it was injected.... no, no track marks. Medicine Man shouted out for help, and picked her up bodily. A second later, Tombstone, followed by One eye burst into the room.
"Whats happening?!" Tomb yelled, as his eyes took everything in.
Medicine Man took charge instantly.
"Good, two is better than one. 'Stone, I need you to go over to your friend and stop my surgical scissors from slipping in between the fracture. I believe i saw them make a nudge a second ago, but keep holding them, its important they stay where they are. Now One eye, your stronger by far than me. Make this young spirit throw up. Now!"
"Wha? Ok, your the boss."
A strong arm wrapped round Keira's waist, and with a sharp squeeze, Keira's last meal, and seven too many anti depressants splashed across the carpet floor. One eye placed her back onto the couch and looked for confirmation of what to do next...
Medicine Man bent and examined the vomitus mass on the floor,he turned to One Eye " Get her into a bed.."
One Eye reacted quickly,easily lifting Keira and rushing down the hallway with her.
" I shall attend to your wounded friend in a moment Tombstone" Medicine Man said as he rushed out behind One Eye.
The old biker entered his makeshift hospital,One Eye had already placed Keira on a bed and was looking at The Medicine Man for his next instructions.
" She has ingested a few too many antidepressants" Medicine Man said " But she will be ok."
One Eye looked noticeably relived.
" Get me a container of activated Charcoal liquid,she must drink all of it,as it will help draw the poisons from her body" The old biker said.
One Eye rushed to get what he had been asked for.
" Now young one" Medicine Man said kindly to Keira " you will feel a slight sting or two,I'm administering a sodium bicarbonate drip as well as an injection of Phenytion to help prevent any cardiac abnormalities the pills may have caused".
" I..I'll be ok" Keira said " I...will"
" Yes..you will be fine young one" Medicine Man said warmly " The poison from the pills ...I will fix that..."
Keira smiled at Medicine Man weakly.
The old biker smiled back " rest little spirit...you will be healed."
Mr.Phoenix held his Daughter tightly,he was filled with a joy at seeing her that he seldom felt in anything anymore.
He knew they must get away from this place soon,not only because of those abominations roaming around outside,but because of that bastard Tombstone.
Phoenix had not missed the glaring looks from the damned killer,he was well aware that the biker had realized that the men whom they had exchanged gun fire with had been sent by him,and Phoenix knew that filthy murderer would be plotting some sort of petty revenge,it was the inevitable.
Phoenix knew that the two bikers Bam Bam and Big Boy would allow no harm to befall him or his daughter,but the others,they were all loyal to One Eye...and One Eye was loyal to Tombstone.
" I'll just have to assure that the deck is stacked in my favor when the confrontation comes." Phoenix thought to himself.
Medicine Man finished caring for Keira and left One Eye with instructions to check on her every fifteen minutes,assuring the Biker that she would be fine soon,but to come get him if her breathing became laboured.
The old biker returned to were Tombstone stood over Shadow,Medicine Man smiled " I see you have things well in hand."
" I'd be alot more comfortable if things were in your hands" Tombstone said as Medicine Man took the hemostats from him and continued his examination of Shadow.
" So" Tombstone spoke finally " How is he?"
" He will live" The old biker said " but he may experience some complications,only time will tell."
" How long until he can travel?" Tombstone asked.
" I wouldn't advise moving him around for a while,he needs rest and observation...not a ride into town." Medicine Man said.
" But...we may not have time." Tombstone said " Those things...the zombies...there probably following us...they could be here soon...and..well we may have other problems too."
Medicine Man laughed " Fierce Tombstone...you have ,for as long as I've known you,had death nipping at your heels...the restless dead will come for us..no matter where we may go...as will,as you call them.other problems."
Tombstone nodded,he understood the meaning of Medicine Mans words,no matter how far they ran...the dead would follow,but still...they had to try to survive.
" What you say is true" Tombstone said " but..if we have to make a run for it...can we find a safe way to carry my friend."
Medicine Man laughed " With you there is always a but..or a what if..however,that you care for your friend is good...we will find away to transport him if we must."
Tombstone nodded.
" Go now Tombstone...I know you have business you wish to attend to." Medicine Man said " I shall care for your friend."
Tombstone nodded again and left the room,in the hallway he met One Eye.
" Medicine Mans taking care of Shadow" Tombstone said " I think it's time we take care of Phoenix."
Mr. Phoenix kissed Jennifer lightly on the forehead.
" My dear" he said " if you will be kind enough to excuse me for one moment,I have an urgent piece of business to attend to...I'll leave you in the care of my faithful man." he said gesturing to the towering biker known as Bam Bam " And I shall only be a minute or two...then we can continue this most joyful reunion."
Before Jennifer could protest,Mr.Phoenix disappeared,Big Boy following him closely.
A moment later,in his study,Phoenix stood,his phone pressed tightly against his ear.
" I feel it would be most advantageous for my Daughter and myself to be away from this dwelling" he said.
"Yes,I require transport..we shall be leaving this wretched place,you should already be aware of our destination." he continued.
A cold smile spread across Phoenix's face " Only my Daughter,myself and two associates ...the others here..well,I feel it only right to spare them from being devoured by those vile creatures...you shall see to that as well."
" I'll expect you in no less than an hour" he said and hung up.
Phoenix turned to Big Boy and smiled, " well my large friend..you should prepare yourself,it's time to earn some of that generous allotment of cash I've given you."
Big Boy smiled and patted the pistol inside his jacket.
Tombstone and One Eye walked back into the main room at the front of the house.
Bonzo was still talking frantically about his chainsaws while Halon assured him, along with Dirty Dave, that he would have some soon.
Tombstone noticed that Jennifer was seated alone on a plush couch at the other end of the room,Bam Bam standing nearby,but not speaking to her.
The bikers inner alarm started to go off, "If Phoenix isn't with her" Tombstone thought " He may very well be up to no good."
Tombstone started to lean towards One Eye to tell him his thoughts,when the rear doors opened and Mr. Phoenix entered the room,Big Boy at his side.
The man smiled broadly at Tombstone.
" Ah Mr. Tombstone... I believe you had something you wished to discuss with me,yes?" Phoenix said slyly.
OOC: You know Fitzz, sometimes I swear that your the GM trying to get us all killed.
IC:
The attitude of the room quickly changed as the rear doors swung open, Halon and Dirty Dave had been consoling Bonzo about the missing chainsaws like a parent would their kid who just dropped his ice cream.
Now everyone was kind of hushed and it was like they were all in one of those John Wayne westerns when they were about to have a shoot out. Unfortunately, the color wasn't grainy enough to show that it was just all fake. This was the real deal here, Halon could almost tell it.
" Ah Mr. Tombstone... I believe you had something you wished to discuss with me,yes?" Phoenix said with a small crooked smile showing.
" In fact...I did." Answered Tombstone.
The room began to return to the way it was before, Bonzo crying out for his chainsaws and the others laughing at the table.
"Listen, I think we should all sit down for a sec." Halon said to Dirty Dave while taking a seat himself.
Dave just nodded and began to sit as well, the rest of the bikers were still laughing a little uneasily as the full realization of the situation hit them.
"Bonzo, sit over here." Halon said while pointing to another chair.
OOC: ..Me? trying to get us killed?...Naw,I'm just trying to keep things...lively.
Tombstone eyed Phoenix coldly,everything in him telling him to shoot this two faced feth down where he stood.
" I think we had a bit of a misunderstanding with some of your men earlier...out on the road." Tombstone said.
" Ah yes." Phoenix purred " Most unfortunate...it seems one of the men in my employment got a bit..nervous,and in the ensuing chaos...others lost sight of the mission objective...hence the exchange of gunfire...I found the news most distressing."
" No doubt you did: Tombstone replied " I would sincerely hope that there won't be any further misunderstandings...men getting nervous...it might be...most distressing for you again."
Phoenix stared at the biker,recognizing the implied threat.
" Oh,I assure you Mr. Tombstone...there will be no more..accidental shootings...you can count on that."
" I agree ...no more..accidental shooting" Tombstone grinned evilly at Mr.Phoenix.
" Then our business is done then?" Phoenix asked the biker raising an eyebrow.
" Not quite" Tombstone said " I'm willing to bet my life that you've got more men on the way...and..I'd strongly suggest that once they arrive you keep them on a short leash."
" Are you threatening me Mr. Tombstone?" Phoenix asked
" No sir." Tombstone smiled " I'm just trying to avoid any future...misunderstandings."
Bonzo stood up, suddenly serious as he could tell something was wrong, he walked over to Phoenix and leaned in very close, nearly touching as he leveled his gaze with him, his bodyguard visibly tensing. In a cold, calculated, brutal voice Bonzo said, all mental state forgotten and so quiet only Phoenix could hear it as he recoiled slightly from his stench of caked blood,
"You touch us, you try and kill us, you even think about it, and I'll slap you so fething hard it'll feel like you've just kissed a freight train, you hear me punk?"
In an equally cold voice, Phoenix replied, "I wouldn't think of such a thing, what makes you ponder about that?"
Growled back, baring his teeth slowly, showing the dried blood, the stains left from surviving the zombie outbreak, "I can just SmELl iT" As he drew back, Phoenix unable to hold the Clown's gaze, looked away, clearly troubled.
Big Boy suddenly jolted forward, aiming to grab Bonzo's shirt and probably beat his face in for revenge for even trying such a thing with his master, "What the feth you think you doing clown?" This was all he could get out before Bonzo turned and with a fluid punch, amplified with a bronzed knuckleduster pocketed from Pup earlier, he knocked the biker clean with a solid punch to the side of the head, he was out before he even got close to doing what he intended to do with the clown.
As Big Boy hit the floor, Tombestone simply looked at Phoenix, grinned maliciously and simply said, "Don't feth with the clown" As Bonzo returned to his table, tossing the knuckleduster back to a startled Pup and returning to an audience of stunned bikers.
OOC - By the way guys, I know this is a bit 'oo, err' post, so if you think something needs changing, just say.
"Yeah, holy crap is right." Halon agreed still shocked at the acuity and well overall level of cojone displayed in that moment.
Tombstone turned slightly to look at Bonzo and Halon was prety sure he was wearing a gak eating grin on the inside. As long as no one pulled a gun it should've been alright. Hopefully no one would pull a gun, if someone did, the zombies would find human swiss cheese and human pate.
Upon seeing Big Boy topple to the floor,Bam Bam slid his hand into his leather jacket,grasping the butt of the .45 automatic he had holstered there.
Mr. Phoenix shook his head slightly at the biker,indicating for him to remain still,begrudgingly Bam Bam followed orders,but glared in Bonzos direction.
Inside,Phoenix was enraged,though he kept his calm facade up on the outside,he silently vowed to himself that he would see both Tombstone and that disgusting clown dead before he departed this house.
Great Unclean One wrote:You make a fair point, I think in conclusion that we can only consider ourselves in one position. Completely and utterly screwed.
Halon saw what had happened and decided he needed to help out with the situation. What he did next would either escalate the others to violence or help them simmer down.
Halon got up and walked to Tombstone.
"Hey, Tombstone," Halon said in a normal volume voice, he wanted that Phoenix guy to hear but not to think that he was threatening him, "if we have those things coming after us you think we should get the gun off the truck and bring it in here?"
Tombstone looked at Halon and something in his eyes told Halon that Tomb got the idea.
"We're guests in this house Halon, so we have to ask our host if its okay." Tombstone responded indifferently while nodding to Mr. Phoenix.
"Sir, would you mind if we brought it in, it could help in the long run?" Halon said politely and with as much faked respect the man deserved.
OOC: The only problem I see with taking the big gun off the truck is that when we have to bail out of the house (and we will)...it will leave the truck without it's Big Gun,as we won't have time to re bolt it when we're under siege by a thousand hungry zeds.
I thought perhaps if we do get attacked, why would we want to leave? I mean there's evidence that this place could hold out superbly in a siege, as it has already. I mean, the place has lots of open space to take out the dead long before they close the gap. In some ways a big mansion is better than Shadow's house considering each room can be used as a killzone for the undead. Am I the only one who thinks it'd be easier to hold position against the undeads instead of high tailing it at the first signs of an ugly mug in the vicinity?
Well Im sure the sudden appearance of the gang would suddenly deprive the mansion of all it's food reservations? I mean, they've been held up here for a while, and it's not likely they've been malnourished the entire time? I mean, c'mon use your head, a mansion designed to protect and keep people out of the public eye until whatever happened blows over isn't going to have one can of mouldy lima beans, is it?
And it hinted that the place had a gardener, so from that assumption, you can guess the place has had some live in people, so for this case, they'll have food to last them. So..
But im not exactly warming to the idea of running from it at the first signs of trouble. It doesn't seem to be in character with the die hard attitude of the gang, and with your character dribbling brains and my desire to bring in a new character (Hog ( ) ) whose also crippled, it would be logically very difficult. However, a counter argument to this would of course be it would be easier to prepare to escape before the zombies starting besieging us. Hmmm.
Incidently Dark, I proper lol'd at the idea of a massive musclular biker going shopping. It's like seeing a man in a dressing gown (and nothing else *shuder* ) going for a run on a beach. Really obscure and slightly entertaining.
IC: Keira lay on the hard lumpy mattress, and tried to recall when she had ingested anti depressants. She couldn't remember, which really scared her. So she checked if she could remember everything. Her name was Keira, she was twenty two years old, she had been a nurse, she had ten fingers, could recite the alphabet and had been involved with...someone. A cold feeling of dread swept down her back. She had been going out with a man, who she had known for a long time, he had died recently, but she couldn't remember his name. It felt like he was slipping away from her, but Keira couldn't do anything about it. She desperately tried to recall what he looked like, but that too was draining slowly away. She remembered his smile, but that was about it. Keira began to cry, and desperately began to fumble through her belongings, until she found in her bag, a small picture. There was her, and...him. Just a face now, but she felt somehow attached too him. Clutching the picture to her chest, Keira slipped into a troubled sleep. Hog, from a nearby bed, got up slowly, and, with hands clutching his belly, he staggered over to where Keira slept. He smiled kindly at her, and put a blanket over her gently sleeping form.
"Night night, Keira." he crooned, before he made his way back to his bed.
The truck only has room for about six people in the cab - maybe another standing from the "sun hatch/gun hole". A few might be able to jump on the back I guess.. but unless we plan on leaving some people here, Silver better start killing. (Don't look at Shadow!)
That's kind of what I was thinking. We're SOL if the zombies come and they block us off from the truck and its MACHINE gun. Just doing it to annoy you now...
Back to the topic at hand, I would also guess that Mr. Phoenix has a garage attached to the house as he did have a couple of vehicles to attack us with so we could bring the truck indoors so you know, we don't have to worry about zombies biting our toes off before we can shut the doors of the truck.
So yeah, truck needs to get in the house. With or without the MACHINE gun attached.
Brainwave.
i'm gonna leave it for just now
