I will be blunt and say that I am in the camp with Fitzz and Co and myself have been ready to leave this RP for some time now. Which means that if they do decide to walk, I will be right there beside them in their decision.
Lots of things have gone down in the Rp that has not and is not sitting well with a good portion of the cast and crew. So much in fact that I could vent for a good long while in this post, however I will not for I feel that a good portion of it has already been expressed by others.
I understand wanting to be fair and all from a GM's point of view... but when you have 3/4 of the main characters expressing a need/want to kill off someone who is obviously annoying them and dragging the whole RP down, the GM needs to STOP protecting him and let as they say nature take its course. Or an outcome much as the one that is currently presenting itself will pop up with a majority of players frustrated to the point where they want to exile themselves from the RP.
Also when sound advice presents itself over and over again and it is chosen to be ignored time and time again, that also builds upon the frustration level felt among the players and makes people ask the question "Why even bother?"
On a side note: Karon,you need to stop using my character as an attempted scape goat as an excuse to attempt to justify your characters silliness. I would suggest getting an original idea of your own for a change.
lord of the ghosts wrote:May I join?
(sorry about starting a whole new thread about zombie roleplays, I just forgot how fast a roleplay is.)
I am too lazy to read all 49 pages, so I just read page 37.
What's happening?
OOH! page 50!!
If you really want to join, you will have to read the entire thread. That's my rule, that's how it's always been, and it's well worth the read anyway.
If you can't be bothered to read that, then you probably shouldn't join.
I read half in an hour...
I simply see something is wrong with the game, judging from the above post.
So shall I still Join?
TBH, I don't really care. My character was made into an..."evil" character by Dark, and thats over with. I can't make him a "good" guy like Tombstone or whatever.
If you guys want to leave, go ahead. If you didn't like something I did, tell me, don't whisper about it via PM's like children.
Dragging the whole RP down, now that is funny.
Using your character as a scapegoat? If you guys want to keep yapping on about how this has to be extremely realistic, then I'm going to jump on your characters too. Saunders, as of now, is immortal. He can't be killed right now.
My characters silliness, what about my character is silly? He is based off an already existing character, yeah. How that is a bad thing, I will never understand.
JP, all I see you do is whine. You whined when me and Halon were driving the tank...I mean honestly, it really didn't matter, but you felt the need to hold up the RP.
I find it...unbelievable, that none of you find anything wrong with what Ghosty did.
If you don't know anyone who finds things wrong with ghosty's roleplay, then you clearly haven't read my posts or taken in the fact that I am going to take multiple hours out of my already busy life to fix this whole damned situation.
So everyone just shut the hell up about it, because you're all whining right now, get over it, anything to be said has been said, so as I have previously mentioned, get over it and be men about this whole thing. For Christ's sake, this is a fictional roleplay that most of us are quite passionate about, and you're ALL derailing it. Discussion, yeah, that's one thing, but continued ranting at each other? Just stop it. I've asked too many times now.
Be men about it, get over the issue, and be happy that some fourteen year-old is going to waste his weekend or something to fix the problem.
I didn't want my character to be a super hulk badass assassin
I...do accept that every character is mortal. Realistically, both me and Fitzz should be dead. The odds of the two bullets not hitting something vital, or 5 to 6 stab wounds not hitting something vital, really isn't realistic.
As for the pulling out the stud out of my chest, I'm ignoring it. It being pulled out would realistically kill my character, and Hog wouldn't be able to pull it out with two fingers, as that's all he can grip it with.
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Sorry, but I aint buying any of that. If you had in mind that you didn't want your character you be, as you put it ' a super hulk badass assassin' why go to such lengths to give him 'armour which deflects bullets' Black rods of mysterious metal, and a super special gun which only you can have? Not to mention your whole 'blackbelt in Tai Chi.'
And the event ended with both your characters lying in a pool of your own blood. Now I'm not pointing fingers, but it seemed as if it was up to your discretion whether or not the injuries actually did anything or not. Just sayin'
And, as Fitzz stated before, I never specified which piercing Hog fiddled with. See when I wrote it, I was unsure of the specifics of said piercings. In my mind at least, I thought of a kinda, piece of metal threaded under the skin job. So I deliberately left it blank, especially after I googled the naruto character that you've copied. For this reason, I said body, as opposed to chest, or ear. And about the whole 'ears don't bleed' thing. I'm just saying, sure you've filled your ear with bits of metal, of which I applaud you for, but I'm sure they didn't just stab it in, or tear it out, did they? What can I say, I based the bleeding on my experience of being kicked in the ear.
But, I'm sure this is pointless to point out, as the point of this rather pointed reply will be ignored by the person to whom it is aimed at, due to his rather 'pointed' viewpoint.
But yeah. I don't actually like where this thread has gone. I feel too much has been said for it to even work anymore. I dunno, I'm pretty adamant about leaving, but, as I've said to Fitzz, to which I extend to everyone here, just because I'm going, it really doesn't mean you have too.
Karon wrote:TBH, I don't really care. My character was made into an..."evil" character by Dark, and thats over with. I can't make him a "good" guy like Tombstone or whatever.
If you guys want to leave, go ahead. If you didn't like something I did, tell me, don't whisper about it via PM's like children.
Dragging the whole RP down, now that is funny.
Using your character as a scapegoat? If you guys want to keep yapping on about how this has to be extremely realistic, then I'm going to jump on your characters too. Saunders, as of now, is immortal. He can't be killed right now.
My characters silliness, what about my character is silly? He is based off an already existing character, yeah. How that is a bad thing, I will never understand.
JP, all I see you do is whine. You whined when me and Halon were driving the tank...I mean honestly, it really didn't matter, but you felt the need to hold up the RP.
I find it...unbelievable, that none of you find anything wrong with what Ghosty did.
We have. On several different occasions and you cry and stomp your feet until you get your way. feth, we are telling you once again for the last page and still apparently you don't get it. How much more clear do we have to be with you before it starts to sink in?
And yes, you are dragging the whole RP down. EVERY time the Rp has stalled so far it has been because of arguments with you. Hell, look at what is going down in the RP right now if you have any doubt.
My character is NOT immortal and can be killed. I have pointed this out on multiple occasions to make this fact ultra clear. Everyone else gets it, why can't you?
And yes, we do want to keep a hint of realism in the RP. If you don't the whole thing become a giant spank fest worse then what you have already turned it into. Guns have ammo mag limits, gas runs out, people need to sleep, and TANKS can't be fully operated with a single person. If you are going to use a real life anything then you are limited to what it can/can't do in real life. Simple concept really, why it escapes you is beyond me and it is used in every RP I have EVER taken part of.
What about your character is silly?
How about the fact that you lacked any originality and basically just cut, copy, and pasted from a really bad Anime show for your character for starters. Need I go on?
All I do is whine? Do you really want to go there ninja boy? If I was to copy and paste every time you stamp your feet in this thread I could fill an entire page with your stammering. I didn't "whine" about the damn tank so much as I tried to educate you on your mistakes.
And with that, I am done with this thread/Rp as it has become nothing more then a fething joke. Karon, you have officially killed a perfectly good Rp single handily.
people who want to leave the RP, would it work if we got a MOD in to snip out all the arguing? then Dark can post up his event of stopping-everyone-leaving-ness and we can all be happy?
Just cos you remove the outward signs of it, do you really think it'll fix anything? I'd love things to be nice and happy chappy, but that's not the way to go.
Still, the fact you're trying to repair things really gives credit to you and Dark. Feel proud!
Karon wrote:TBH, I don't really care. My character was made into an..."evil" character by Dark, and thats over with. I can't make him a "good" guy like Tombstone or whatever.
So what's the problem, i would like to have a bad character and cause mayhem. And then die in a really awesome way. It ain't a bad thing, I think the others think the same way here. Besides then you could join in with a new character.
Karon wrote:Using your character as a scapegoat? If you guys want to keep yapping on about how this has to be extremely realistic, then I'm going to jump on your characters too. Saunders, as of now, is immortal. He can't be killed right now.
Well i believe that it doesn't has to be super realistic. Cause else nothing cool would happen. But we have to find a boundary between the two.
Besides I believe when you get stabbed some bandaids wouldn't help much. And thats why i personally think why everybody is a bit upset about.
They are not attacking you personally, its just that these actions are a bit unlikley; in most peoples opinion.
Karon wrote:My characters silliness, what about my character is silly? He is based off an already existing character, yeah. How that is a bad thing, I will never understand.
Well, it's just the fact that he already "exist". So we are all seeing a superninja running around (haven't seen Naruto, so sorry if i'm wrong). While you should have a character that fits in the reality of a Z-apocalyse.
And having a character from an other reality dropping in, is just a bit wierd. Because we are constantly reminded of his other beeing in the naruto cartoon.
Karon wrote:JP, all I see you do is whine. You whined when me and Halon were driving the tank...I mean honestly, it really didn't matter, but you felt the need to hold up the RP.
Karon, it doesn't help to blame anyone. It will make persons think you're attacking them and then they will go in defense mode. So just give your arguments and discuss it properly.
About the tank thing, i'm with Karon in this, Because like it said we need a level of realism. But should not go over the top with it.
Cause else there wouldn't even be zeds around.
Karon wrote:I find it...unbelievable, that none of you find anything wrong with what Ghosty did.
No, personally i don't think its wrong. He hurt some NPC and Patrick yes.
But he did not kill patrick or anything. He just did wat he felt what Hog would do. And NPC's can always be written in to replace casualties.
And about that piercing, I would have to refer to my degree of realism again. (cause i don't know anything about it.) And for me, this seemed realisticly.
And it's not something that couldn't heal over time . _______ Ths is just my opinion. and i hope we can work this out and continue this RP of awesomness
Well personally I want to stay, and to show that, heres an RP post (which is pretty short as I really have to go to sleep myself soon ) :
"Well seeing as we have that sorted out I think we should all get some rest, its getting late and I think we have all been through a lot today," Carter told everybody. "We'll make camp in the building just across the road, its been practically blown to smithereens, but it will have to do. Lets go people."
Falco followed the rest of Carters gang and went to talk to him.
"I'll stay on guard, one of your men doesn't have to." he told Carter.
"No you get some rest, you have been through a lot today, so it's time to get some rest. Jun can do it."
Well personally I want to stay, and to show that, heres an RP post (which is pretty short as I really have to go to sleep myself soon ) :
"Well seeing as we have that sorted out I think we should all get some rest, its getting late and I think we have all been through a lot today," Carter told everybody. "We'll make camp in the building just across the road, its been practically blown to smithereens, but it will have to do. Lets go people."
Falco followed the rest of Carters gang and went to talk to him.
"I'll stay on guard, one of your men doesn't have to." he told Carter.
"No you get some rest, you have been through a lot today, so it's time to get some rest. Jun can do it."
Karon wrote:TBH, I don't really care. My character was made into an..."evil" character by Dark, and thats over with. I can't make him a "good" guy like Tombstone or whatever.
I'd hardly call Tombstone a "good guy"...he's a murderous,vicious person at heart.
If you guys want to leave, go ahead. If you didn't like something I did, tell me, don't whisper about it via PM's like children.
Not a question of "wanting or not wanting" to leave,it's a question of inability to participate /interact with a Pearson,and ...your repeated reference to "PMing like children" is rapidly becoming boring,I covered why discussion was held in PM rather then drug through the thread,it was in attempts to avoid situations such as the one occurring now....did that finally sink in...or will I be repeating it again in a later post.
Dragging the whole RP down, now that is funny.
* Looks around*...yup,pretty much.
Using your character as a scapegoat? If you guys want to keep yapping on about how this has to be extremely realistic, then I'm going to jump on your characters too. Saunders, as of now, is immortal. He can't be killed right now.
jp covered this.
My characters silliness, what about my character is silly? He is based off an already existing character, yeah. How that is a bad thing, I will never understand.
Your Character is a direct copy and paste from an existing Anime cartoon,as was your character in the previous RP,it is dull,unimaginative and uninspired to simply use an existing Character for RP purposes....I like Batman,but you don't see me slapping a cape on Tombstone and having him leap from roof tops.
JP, all I see you do is whine. You whined when me and Halon were driving the tank...I mean honestly, it really didn't matter, but you felt the need to hold up the RP.
jp covered this as well.
I find it...unbelievable, that none of you find anything wrong with what Ghosty did.
ghosty wrote:Just cos you remove the outward signs of it, do you really think it'll fix anything? I'd love things to be nice and happy chappy, but that's not the way to go.
Still, the fact you're trying to repair things really gives credit to you and Dark. Feel proud!
For me,it's not so much about "let's all hug and sing songs and be friends", I don't like his silly Anime character and am beginning to dislike his actual personality,but that isn't really relevant to the RP.
What is relevant is the foot stamping of a single individual should not dictate the ebb and flow of the RP.
ghosty wrote:Just cos you remove the outward signs of it, do you really think it'll fix anything? I'd love things to be nice and happy chappy, but that's not the way to go.
Still, the fact you're trying to repair things really gives credit to you and Dark. Feel proud!
For me,it's not so much about "let's all hug and sing songs and be friends", I don't like his silly Anime character and am beginning to dislike his actual personality,but that isn't really relevant to the RP.
What is relevant is the foot stamping of a single individuals should not dictate the ebb and flow of the RP.
Karon wrote:TBH, I don't really care. My character was made into an..."evil" character by Dark, and thats over with. I can't make him a "good" guy like Tombstone or whatever.
If you guys want to leave, go ahead. If you didn't like something I did, tell me, don't whisper about it via PM's like children.
Dragging the whole RP down, now that is funny.
Using your character as a scapegoat? If you guys want to keep yapping on about how this has to be extremely realistic, then I'm going to jump on your characters too. Saunders, as of now, is immortal. He can't be killed right now.
My characters silliness, what about my character is silly? He is based off an already existing character, yeah. How that is a bad thing, I will never understand.
JP, all I see you do is whine. You whined when me and Halon were driving the tank...I mean honestly, it really didn't matter, but you felt the need to hold up the RP.
I find it...unbelievable, that none of you find anything wrong with what Ghosty did.
We have. On several different occasions and you cry and stomp your feet until you get your way. feth, we are telling you once again for the last page and still apparently you don't get it. How much more clear do we have to be with you before it starts to sink in?
And yes, you are dragging the whole RP down. EVERY time the Rp has stalled so far it has been because of arguments with you. Hell, look at what is going down in the RP right now if you have any doubt.
My character is NOT immortal and can be killed. I have pointed this out on multiple occasions to make this fact ultra clear. Everyone else gets it, why can't you?
And yes, we do want to keep a hint of realism in the RP. If you don't the whole thing become a giant spank fest worse then what you have already turned it into. Guns have ammo mag limits, gas runs out, people need to sleep, and TANKS can't be fully operated with a single person. If you are going to use a real life anything then you are limited to what it can/can't do in real life. Simple concept really, why it escapes you is beyond me and it is used in every RP I have EVER taken part of.
What about your character is silly?
How about the fact that you lacked any originality and basically just cut, copy, and pasted from a really bad Anime show for your character for starters. Need I go on?
All I do is whine? Do you really want to go there ninja boy? If I was to copy and paste every time you stamp your feet in this thread I could fill an entire page with your stammering. I didn't "whine" about the damn tank so much as I tried to educate you on your mistakes.
And with that, I am done with this thread/Rp as it has become nothing more then a fething joke. Karon, you have officially killed a perfectly good Rp single handily.
Hillarious, really. I'd love for you to fill a whole page of the times I've stalled the RP. But you can't.
I...did not copy and paste the character. I made him a Swedish assassin that was captured by the police beforehand from a gang...none of that ever happened in the world in which he was created.
You see, generalizations like these are just ridiculous.
Disliking my actual personality, ha. I absolutely hate JP's whiny personality that he has to bring everything to the most realistic point to where it slows the RP down. Its an RP, not everything has to be, or even can be, that realistic.
@Dark I wasn't referencing you, I am happy to hear that you yourself see something wrong with what Ghosty did.
Right now, what I see is a group of people who talk to eachother privately. You all leaving destroys the RP, not me interacting in it. You say that I've ruined it with my outburst over Ghosty, but you ignore what I am angry about.
fething ridiculous.
Oh, and I wanted to explain. JP says that I have "body armor that is immune to bullets"
Never, once, have I said that my body armor is immune to bullets. It is bullet-resistant, but I myself have never typed about it saving me from bullets. This has always been by either Dark in an event, and I remember Halon speaking of it saving my life when we first met Tombstone with the tanks at the Russian Camp.
Calling me "Ninja boy", etc, and saying I'm unoriginal, is simply untrue. I've taken the appearance and some special things about the character and given it to my character, but other than that, I've created a completely different background.
Oh, so I'm not allowed to make my character anything that makes me capable in this situation.
Hillarious, really. I'd love for you to fill a whole page of the times I've stalled the RP. But you can't.
I'd suppose that were I to go back and copy/paste various excerpts from this RP it would surprise you as to how often you have.
I...did not copy and paste the character. I made him a Swedish assassin that was captured by the police beforehand from a gang...none of that ever happened in the world in which he was created.
If I wre to,for example take Batman,Make him African American,and change the reason he fought crime from his parents being murdered to say...his uncle being murdered...he'd still be Batman.
You see, generalizations like these are just ridiculous.
Clearly not a generalization.
Disliking my actual personality, ha. I absolutely hate JP's whiny personality that he has to bring everything to the most realistic point to where it slows the RP down. Its an RP, not everything has to be, or even can be, that realistic.
jp made no comment regarding disliking your actual personality...I did,and the points of adhering to a certain degree of realism...even in a fantasy RP have been covered...repeatedly...are you really that obtuse?
@Dark I wasn't referencing you, I am happy to hear that you yourself see something wrong with what Ghosty did.
Happy why?...because once again foot stamping accomplished a desired goal??...as ghosty pointed out.none of your NPCs,nor your character died due to his RP...you simply disliked that they were harmed...and became petulant about the entire situation.
Right now, what I see is a group of people who talk to eachother privately. You all leaving destroys the RP, not me interacting in it. You say that I've ruined it with my outburst over Ghosty, but you ignore what I am angry about.
Again with the "you talked in secret" nonsense?...apparently you are that obtuse,and at this point the who upset the apple cart argument is fairly moot.
fething ridiculous.
I agree...but for entirely different reasons.
Oh, and I wanted to explain. JP says that I have "body armor that is immune to bullets"
Never, once, have I said that my body armor is immune to bullets. It is bullet-resistant, but I myself have never typed about it saving me from bullets. This has always been by either Dark in an event, and I remember Halon speaking of it saving my life when we first met Tombstone with the tanks at the Russian Camp.
I'll agree with this...you yourself never did say "my armour is bulletproof and makes me impervious to being shot",however it strikes me as somewhat odd that if you didn't agree with what was being posted,you didn't speak out,as you seem to do whenever an RP goes against you.
Calling me "Ninja boy", etc, and saying I'm unoriginal, is simply untrue. I've taken the appearance and some special things about the character and given it to my character, but other than that, I've created a completely different background.
No,sorry it's very true...my Missus watches Naruto..and I can say with all honesty that much of your characters dialogue comes directly from the show,you may have subtly altered your character...but overall...he's a direct copy and paste.
Oh, so I'm not allowed to make my character anything that makes me capable in this situation.
This doesn't even make sense...learn to convey your meaning a bit more clearly.
Hillarious, really. I'd love for you to fill a whole page of the times I've stalled the RP. But you can't.
I'd suppose that were I to go back and copy/paste various excerpts from this RP it would surprise you as to how often you have.
I...did not copy and paste the character. I made him a Swedish assassin that was captured by the police beforehand from a gang...none of that ever happened in the world in which he was created.
If I wre to,for example take Batman,Make him African American,and change the reason he fought crime from his parents being murdered to say...his uncle being murdered...he'd still be Batman.
You see, generalizations like these are just ridiculous.
Clearly not a generalization.
Disliking my actual personality, ha. I absolutely hate JP's whiny personality that he has to bring everything to the most realistic point to where it slows the RP down. Its an RP, not everything has to be, or even can be, that realistic.
jp made no comment regarding disliking your actual personality...I did,and the points of adhering to a certain degree of realism...even in a fantasy RP have been covered...repeatedly...are you really that obtuse?
@Dark I wasn't referencing you, I am happy to hear that you yourself see something wrong with what Ghosty did.
Happy why?...because once again foot stamping accomplished a desired goal??...as ghosty pointed out.none of your NPCs,nor your character died due to his RP...you simply disliked that they were harmed...and became petulant about the entire situation.
Right now, what I see is a group of people who talk to eachother privately. You all leaving destroys the RP, not me interacting in it. You say that I've ruined it with my outburst over Ghosty, but you ignore what I am angry about.
Again with the "you talked in secret" nonsense?...apparently you are that obtuse,and at this point the who upset the apple cart argument is fairly moot.
fething ridiculous.
I agree...but for entirely different reasons.
Oh, and I wanted to explain. JP says that I have "body armor that is immune to bullets"
Never, once, have I said that my body armor is immune to bullets. It is bullet-resistant, but I myself have never typed about it saving me from bullets. This has always been by either Dark in an event, and I remember Halon speaking of it saving my life when we first met Tombstone with the tanks at the Russian Camp.
I'll agree with this...you yourself never did say "my armour is bulletproof and makes me impervious to being shot",however it strikes me as somewhat odd that if you didn't agree with what was being posted,you didn't speak out,as you seem to do whenever an RP goes against you.
Calling me "Ninja boy", etc, and saying I'm unoriginal, is simply untrue. I've taken the appearance and some special things about the character and given it to my character, but other than that, I've created a completely different background.
No,sorry it's very true...my Missus watches Naruto..and I can say with all honesty that much of your characters dialogue comes directly from the show,you may have subtly altered your character...but overall...he's a direct copy and paste.
Oh, so I'm not allowed to make my character anything that makes me capable in this situation.
This doesn't even make sense...learn to convey your meaning a bit more clearly.
Wait, so, I can't base my character off of...anything? That's going a bit too far.
He is not a copy and paste. He is based off of it, yeah. Some of his dialogue is taken because they were things that the said that I thought were interesting. I don't even see how this is a problem, or why you would even care about it.
I have never just stalled the RP intentionally for a reason that didn't need further discussion.
Now, I assume much of what I have said about Ghosty has been ignored. Its not that the hit my characters. That's really not why I was upset. I was upset because Ghosty had PM'd me about how he wanted me to look at what he had wrote, and if there was anything I wanted to change about it. I did, I gave him several things I wanted changed (keep in mind this is about the initial encounter, like, where Snyder shoots hog, etc)
So, he ignores that, and just goes off of it, which really pissed me off. Why would you ask me to change things about it if you really just didn't give a feth?
And then, after that, he goes on, and apparently the people at the russian commune allow him to just beat the gak out of my characters, with no regard for what I thought. Like really, what was the point of you maiming Snyders genitals? I wasn't aware we could attack eachother outside of an event...that hasn't happened before.
And, ripping the stud out of my "body" was just dumb. I hadn't even revealed what they were there for.
All of it could have been avoided if Ghosty had actually listened to what I had to say about it in the first place.
I gave Ghosty the lead on the event because he had been a very considerate RP'er as of now, giving me the chance to react to certain situations, but I have no idea what the feth happened.
Oh, and for the "I hate JP's personality part", I didn't direct everything straight at you, Fitzz, even though I did quote you. It was more of a general statement.
TBH, all of this is irrelevant at this point. If you want to leave, then leave. The RP will die by your actions, etc. Whats done is done. I apologize if I have wronged any of you inadvertently, but I would have hoped you would have brought it to my attention instead of expecting me to just know.
Okay, everyone just take a chill pill, by everyone I mean Karon and Fitzz and maybe jp, but I'm not sure about that last one yet.
Okay we have major beefs with some injuries being non-fatal even though they should've been fatal.
We had issues with the tanks, and we had issues with the lumber camp magically gaining things.
Although in the last RP we really didn't have too much issue with that, probably because we didn't have the whole year as a survivor to gain things. By that I mean we didn't have tanks and hummers in the first one and we didn't have major compounds in the first one. So overall it was a lot simpler.
As far as this RP being dead, it was on that road since the group left the hotel. The killing of a lot of NPC's and then the creation of a bunch of other NPC's doesn't help as it creates too much to handle, trust me on the NPC overload.
If we are to continue this RP we need to mass kill most of the NPC's. I'm talking about 80% to be killed off, which can happen if a certain someone attacks a certain group of people.
@ Halonachos...chill pill taken,and I agree with your overall assessment concerning the creation of a bunch of new NPCs,as well as several other points.
Well, that certainly saved me having to use some harsh language in big, pretty-coloured writing.
Seriously, I can't understand why you all can't leave it alone. I've already told you all to drop it several times, and if you really can't, then take it to PM, which wouldn't be a great idea, but it's better than having it here.
Seriously, can we just stop the argument RIGHT HERE? Because we really can't continue if you all won't man up and stop bickering. Ghosty did something wrong. Now he has left. Then everyone except Halonachos and Scrazza jumped into the argument. You've all done something wrong now.
Honestly, just stop talking about it.. I've already said I'm going to fix it, so what is there to say, really?
Darkvoidof40k wrote: Now he has left. Then everyone except Halonachos and Scrazza jumped into the argument. You've all done something wrong now.
Crap did I join in?
To be honest can we just do what the man says and continue with the RP because even though I was'nt in either of the previous ones, I like this one a lot, and I want to continue with it.
"I said wake up ya little freak!" shouted Tank. "We have gotta job to do and were just waiting for YOU."
"What job?"
Carter came over seeming to be wide awake and spoke to Falco.
"Searching for supplies of course," he told him. "We have got enough supplies already, but we could always do with more. Its only more weight on our backs, which does'nt really matter seeing as we have got big strong guys like Jorge and Tank to help carry them around. Your on search duty with your friend Rachel," he pointed over to the girl ." And me," with that he put out a hand to help Falco up and he took it so he could stand up.
"Ok, but where are we searching first?" Falco asked, still not fully awake.
"Well, you see that big supermarket there?" Carter pointed to a big deserted supermarket a few blocks away. "That one there is the least damaged one of all that we have seen, so we decided it would be good to take a look in there."
"Well, it certainly is big," Falco said, remembering the days of where he had to live on the streets and in the always just next to a store like that, always seeing people with their food that they have just bought. "Hell yeah, I'm ready."
Darkvoidof40k wrote:. Ghosty did something wrong. Now he has left. Then everyone except Halonachos and Scrazza jumped into the argument. You've all done something wrong now.
Oh cr*p your right. I even jumped in. While i don't have a lot to do with it.
It's just all this bickering about something i personally find irrelevant. It gets to me.
My apologies dark, I'll try to man up. And I suggest you guys do the same and listen to the 14 year old.
Also Halonochos makes valid points. Wich I agree with. We need to tone it a bit down. And start more interactions with each other.
And just one other thing I would like to say: Guys it's just a story, not the end of the world
Anyways, don't worry sillyboy, Kais - you both joined in but you were hardly the problem, and while you were supporting me you were just adding to the argument. Grumble.
Falco, Carter and Rachel walked into the dark interior of the Supermarket, carefully looking around for danger.
"Ok people, lets start the search, Falco, you go with Rachel and check those aisles other there, I will check these ones," Carter ordered, pointing to the aisles they would search.
"So you ok being alone?" Falco asked him.
"Yeah, of course, I think I have had more experience with this sort of thing than you."
Falco thought to himself, "If only you knew," and then turned to follow Rachel down the aisle.
They had been walking for a while -occasionally picking up food and supplies and putting it in their bag- when Rachel turned to Falco and spoke to him.
"Whoever knew we would end up here, with these people, doing this, eh?"
"Hell, I didn't," he replied.
Then Rachel paused for a while, until talking again.
"Listen... there is something I have been meaning to tell you."
"What is it?"
"Well, I think we have been through a lot together... and... and..."
sillyboy wrote:So they known each other for a small time. And it's already going this way.......Hmmm.... What does that tell us about her
Oh and were are you? I tought you were in pineville. But this can't be cause PV is bombed and you're talking about an intact supermarket.
Also: Dark how is the PM-ing going. Cause I would like to know.
Actually it has been around a week since they met, and I know that is a bit of a small time. But believe me, there have been some weeeeiiird relationships.
Suddenly there was a massive crash on the other side of the wrecked supermarket, and the ground shuddered.
"What the f**k was that?! screamed Falco as he turned to look at where the destruction had taken place.
Rushing towards them was a huge muscle-bound zombie, who was destroying the already wrecked supermarket.
"Crap we gotta get out of here!" shouted Falco.
"What? But we'll have to get past him!" screamed Rachel, pointing to the oncoming menace.
"Listen, this place was blown to s**t quite a few days ago! Luckily for us the whole building didn't collapse!" then Falco also pointed at the incoming zombie. "With that thing in this place, I think it soon will. So we NEED to leave!"
Rachel stopped in thought for a moment until she finally replied to Falco.
"Agreed. Now lets get Carter."
"Carter!!!! Where are you???!!!"
There was a moment of silence then a voice replied.
"I'm out of the building! Everybody is retreating into the sewers! You have got to come with us!" shouted Carter.
"C'mon lets move Rachel! Time to go!"
With that Falco and Rachel started to sprint for the entrance and to safety, trying not to think of what was following them. When they got out of the building they saw Carter looking at them and performing a "follow me" action before he jumped down an open manhole.
Falco pulled out two grenades and threw them near the already crumbling entrance to the supermarket. Soon after they exploded the entrance crumbled, debris blocking the entrance.
"That should keep him held up for a minute or so.That should give us time to escape and give the building time to collapse on him. Now c'mon," Falco moved closer to the manhole. "Time to go."
Rachel stood still for a moment, tears swelling up in her eyes.
"No," she said.
"What?!" Falco questioned.
"I am not coming with you. That thing is fast and strong, and it will catch up with us. Break the ground in above us, and kill us. So I have to stay here and hold it up. Otherwise we'll all die."
"But... you can't. I thought..." Falco stopped and gulped. "If you are staying I am as well."
With that he ripped off his mask, leant in and kissed her. After a few seconds she refrained.
"I'm sorry," she said as she pushed him to the manhole.
Falco was too stunned to react. He fell down the manhole, his mask still in his hand, and then hit the wet floor of the sewers. Carters gang were a few meters away from him.
Falco didn't want them to see him crying, so he put his mask back on his face.
He looked up to see the manhole being put back firmly on its place, so he couldn't see the surface, but he then heard a huge crash, and gunshots being fired.
He stood up and heard Carter talking to him.
"Where is she?"
He stood silent fora moment, his skull mask shielding all emotion,
"She stayed behind," then he turned to them. "We have got to move."
They all sprinted down the sewers, Falco staying at the back of them, staying silent the whole time...
" And...the best part is...once we do it...nothing on earth will be able to save Patrick's life the next time we meet" Deadman grinned " Not his armour...nothing...he won't be able to get away from us this time."
" We'll have to talk with Buckley...we'll need his help" Cutter said. "...and I'm not exactly crazy about the idea of leaving the camp....but feth it...I'm in."
" Good...it's on then." Deadman smiled " but first we need to get some rest....got to be bright eyed and bushy tailed before we start on the first part of Tombstones plan."
The bikers all nodded and went off to get some much needed sleep.
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Seeing as I never RPed what Tombstones cunning plan was,I'll be using the underlined section as a reason to extract my characters from the RP without upsetting the narrative for those who wish to continue.
My sincerest apologizes to Dark & to the majority of the people taking part in the RP for any difficulties my decision causes.
sillyboy wrote:@kais: Breaking benjamin is awesome. You sir have good taste
@fitzz: So your leaving
Also, will the entire camp leave? Or just tomb and some bikers. And what about Hog, Keira,....
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Fox watched the door. She sighed as she waited.
This could take forever, she tought. Visions of robbie laying dead on the ground flashed before her eyes.
She hoped that this was just her imagination, not the reallity.
Just Tombstone and his three main bikers,along with Keira & Hog...and jp(Saunders) .
My goal is to find a means of extracting these characters from the RP in some logical manner,which won't cause the entire RP to crash and burn,and allow those of you who wish to continue the ability to do so.
It will also serve the secondary purpose of removing our characters from the narrative,with the eventual possibility of return at a later time....basically allowing everyone a bit of time to have a bit of "breathing room."...with out interfering in the continuation (as much as possible) of the story as a whole.
But I'm kinda puzzeled now. For me the story was clear.
We would eventually all meet, then jennifer would come. And we start blowing the gak out of each other
The problem now is that al "main" characters that caried this story, have dissapeared.
So I don't really know what we should be doing now.
But I'm kinda puzzeled now. For me the story was clear.
We would eventually all meet, then jennifer would come. And we start blowing the gak out of each other
The problem now is that al "main" characters that caried this story, have dissapeared.
So I don't really know what we should be doing now.
Jennifer's primary grievance is with Halon,so the potential to see that narrative to some conclusion still exist.
From a "storyline" perspective,Tombstone and his bikers "disappearing" to seek out a means to extract revenge against a hated foe makes some sense,and Jennifer capitalizing on the bikers departure would be completely in line with the character.
Keira accompanying Tombstone is easy to explain,she has deep feeling for the biker and knows he is still in need of medical care,she's a nurse...so she goes with him to look out for him and they meet up with Hog,who is a member of Tombstones gang and Keiras boyfriend...so naturally he comes along.
Saunders extraction could be explained by A) Tombstone wants to use him against Patrick or B) Halon doesn't want him in the camp due to the potential for him being dangerous and tells Tomb to take him with them..
The overall Jennifer/Halon story remains intact...and can still be the focus of the RP.
Happy to be of service,as I said...the last thing I want to do is cause the RP to crash and burn,so hopefully the extraction of certain characters in a logical manner will allow it to continue without further hindrance.
Again.my apologize for any inconvenience,but I need to step away from the RP....at least for a while,hope that's understandable.
Uh-uh, FITZZ, no chance. If you're really joining ghosty in his, in my opinion, sad, disappointing and just plain stupid self-exile from the roleplay, then that's just a shame dude.
I can fairly easily look after Keira, Hog, and Saunders, as well as any relating NPCs.. but if you leave, then me and Halon will have to keep your characters alive. I'm not letting them pull out.
Dude, you leaving will pull another large chunk out of the soul of this thread, this small sub-community we have build up, if you like.
And if y'all planning on returning upon Patrick's death, well that's even less likely to happen with you all not RPing.
Darkvoidof40k wrote: Uh-uh, FITZZ, no chance. If you're really joining ghosty in his, in my opinion, sad, disappointing and just plain stupid self-exile from the roleplay, then that's just a shame dude.
I can fairly easily look after Keira, Hog, and Saunders, as well as any relating NPCs.. but if you leave, then me and Halon will have to keep your characters alive. I'm not letting them pull out.
Dude, you leaving will pull another large chunk out of the soul of this thread, this small sub-community we have build up, if you like.
And if y'all planning on returning upon Patrick's death, well that's even less likely to happen with you all not RPing.
And besides, the main plot is almost upon us..
You can look after our characters, but you are not going to. If we choose to leave in a calm and logical manner (which we are trying to do) then that is our right to do just that. We want to control our characters that we have spent alot of time building up and we do not want to see them become just another sock puppet.
So no offence, but it really doesn't matter if you like it our not. We have made our decision to leave and take our characters with us so we have the option to use them at a later time and we are going to do just that.
"And if y'all planning on returning upon Patrick's death, well that's even less likely to happen with you all not RPing."
Dark, you have made it very clear that you will not allow uber ninja to die. Even when (That I know of maybe more) 3 of the main characters PM you at the last event and tell you point blank that they will do everything in their power to kill him.
As for the main plot, at this point we just don't care. We are not going to stick around for it at this point. So kindly once again we are leaving the Rp and taking our characters with us. We are working on a proper exit and will have something up soon.
In attempts to place things into some sort of perspective...
If one were to say,sit down to a game of 40k with an individual and discovered,as the game progressed ,that they found the individual they were playing against distasteful...could the Pearson be faulted for choosing to no longer play against the individual?
Each of us has probably been in that situation,at least once....and even if we opted to "take the high road" and complete the game of 40k with the individual...could one be expected to continue to play the game if it were stretched over a period of weeks....months?
When Robbie woke up, he saw the outskirts of Pine Ville. He had slept for about twenty minutes, he thought. They were all tired, Yerith included. They longed for a few hours of sleep. Yerith yawned as they rode into Pine Ville. Robbie closed his eyes again. He pictured a perfect world. No zombies, no deaths. No countless dead friends or family. A place where he could rest. Peace, he longed for it.
Yerith shook him, andtoldsomething but Robbie could not make out what. Yerith said it again.
"Sh*t, Robbie, wake up!
Robbie saw Yerith peering out of the cabin, fear in his eyes.
"What is - " He never finished his sentence as grim realisation took over.
hunderds of zeds swarmed Pine Ville, dozens of them peeled off the main group heading for the truck.
"Eddy, Spook, open the back!" Robbie yelled to the back. "There's zeds around, shoot them before the retards start eating the truck.
There was fear in Robbie's words as well. Yerith sped the truck onwards, faster, ramming some walkers resulting into a spladdering onto the front window. Robbie heard the back oppening,then gunfire and some swearing from Eddy. The truck rode through Pine Ville, towards the raid shelter. They had to save Red and Fox and the others. Robbie opened the side window, and start opening fire on the walkers with his M4A1. It was hard to aim straight in a truck, but it was impossible to miss anything. It was a swarm. A walker tried to crawl unto the cabin, but Robbie exploded his head with his rifle.
Yerith turned around a street, and they could see the building with the shelter. The place was thick with zeds, waiting for a meal. at the front, at the door, he could see them on their knees, eating away at a body. He hoped it wasn't any of his friends. Thn he saw the bulky form of Erol, and Robbie was relieved. Robbie urged Yerith on, ramming through the hordes, crushing dozens under the truck. Several houses further, they were just in front of the shelter. Like Spook and Eddy did with practiced efficiency, the jumped out the back, unto the now somewhat cleared front of the building. Yerith wanted to leave the truck too, but Robbie held him back, they had to get away really fast. Instead, Robbie got out.
The three of them ran towards the cleared doorway, guns blazing. Eddy and Spook covered the back of the truck, the zeds couldn't enter it. Robbie banged on the door next to Erol's eated body. He banged until finally, Dietn opened the door. Past Dietn, he could make out Fox and Helena taking care of Red. the old man was bleeding from the guts.
"gak." Robbie managed, before shaken ack to reality by Dietn.
"Here's the cavalry." moocked Dietn.
"Take Red, get out and into the truck, we are leaving. Dietn, take as much supplies as you can.
Dietn hurried away, picking up ammo boxes, food supplies and medical bags. When he got as much as he could carry, he huried along after Helena and Fox carrying Red"s wounded form. The bunch of them just got into the back, whith Spook and Eddy covering them, holding the tide of recovering zeds back a bit. Robbie picked up the fire too, shooting hie entire clip empty on the zeds before running to the passengers seat. Then he turned, realising Eddy and Spook still firing. He tried to yell, but the noise of gunfire and the loud engines drained out his voice. Robbie ran to the two of them. He dragged Spook towards the truck, with Eddy following behind. Now was not the time for heroics. He pushed Spook's shaking body in the back, and got in himself. Yerith noticed the bumbs in the back, and started driving away. Eddy jumped in just in time, it seemed. But Robbie saw to his horror that Eddy fell back out of the truck. Then he saw the multiple walkers dragging at Eddy's leg.
"Yerith wait!" Robbie yelled, before throwing the rifle with the epent clip away, and taking his two baretta's and unleashing a volley of fire. Yerith wouldn't stop, he had't heard Robbie's urgings. Robbie saw Eddy being bitten. He would not allow him that fate, and took the grenade launcher out of Fox's one hand. He checked wether it was loaded, and fired the single shel towards Eddy. The explosion killed dozens of the packed walkers. Eddy died as well.
Robbie's breathing got heavy, the tiredness catching up fully this time. He looked out the back, and sat next to the shooting Spook and Helena, who had got a weapon.
Robbie glanced behind his shoulder, and was Fox kneeling over Red. Fox looked sad, like she could start crying immediatly.Fox's eyes met Robbie's.
"Red's dead." She said, almost whispering.
Robbie's head spinned. Another dear friend. Gone.
Robbie closed his eyes again, thinking of that peacefull place in his mind.
Dietn looked up at Robbie. God was he happy that he saved them. Most people would have just ran away, thinking of their own survival .
But this guy didn't. "You wouldn't excpect a biker to help strangers" He tought. The biker was leaning against the cabin. His eyes closed when Fox told him that red was dead.
"Well maybe he didn't come back for the strangers. He probably just wanted to save Rat." Dietn didn't care, he was out and still alive.
At least that was what he hoped when the truck made an abrupt turn into a little alley. Robbie cursed as a gigantic wall of debree filled the alley.
"Yerith, get the feth back" he screamed at the driver. The sudden movement of the truck knocked Helen and spook down. Spook clashed hard with his head against the floor.
Helen cursed as she stood up again. But spook didn't get up. "This isn't the time to pass out" robbie yelled at spook.
The truck slowly crept out of the alley. The zeds where just moments away from them. Dietn quickly pulled his pistol out of his holster and started firing at the rapidly nearing zeds.
The truck was to slow as the zed crashed against the truck. The passenger fanatically firing at the zeds. But there seemed to come no end to this.
Each fallen zed was replaced by two more it seemed. The yelling of Fox was almost unhearable above the loud gunshots and groaning as a zed got hold of her hair.
She disparatly tried to get free. Her hands clawing at his hands.
Dietn noticed that she was in trouble and quickly dispatched the zed, pulling her to the other side of the truck.
Finaly the truck was out and raced out of the street. "Don't do that ever again, yerith" Robbie said heavly breathing.
"We ain't out yet, robbie" Dietn said while he looked at helen. Who had never stopped firing since she got a hold of the shotgun.
Fox nodded as she pulled Spooks weapon from underneath him. "Let them come" she said with a determined look on her face.
Damn, she looked beautifull Dietn tought. As she stood their steadfast and brave.
these toughts quickly disembarked his brain as the truck made another hard turn.
Darkvoidof40k wrote: Uh-uh, FITZZ, no chance. If you're really joining ghosty in his, in my opinion, sad, disappointing and just plain stupid self-exile from the roleplay, then that's just a shame dude.
I can fairly easily look after Keira, Hog, and Saunders, as well as any relating NPCs.. but if you leave, then me and Halon will have to keep your characters alive. I'm not letting them pull out.
Dude, you leaving will pull another large chunk out of the soul of this thread, this small sub-community we have build up, if you like.
And if y'all planning on returning upon Patrick's death, well that's even less likely to happen with you all not RPing.
And besides, the main plot is almost upon us..
You can look after our characters, but you are not going to. If we choose to leave in a calm and logical manner (which we are trying to do) then that is our right to do just that. We want to control our characters that we have spent alot of time building up and we do not want to see them become just another sock puppet.
So no offence, but it really doesn't matter if you like it our not. We have made our decision to leave and take our characters with us so we have the option to use them at a later time and we are going to do just that.
"And if y'all planning on returning upon Patrick's death, well that's even less likely to happen with you all not RPing."
Dark, you have made it very clear that you will not allow uber ninja to die. Even when (That I know of maybe more) 3 of the main characters PM you at the last event and tell you point blank that they will do everything in their power to kill him.
As for the main plot, at this point we just don't care. We are not going to stick around for it at this point. So kindly once again we are leaving the Rp and taking our characters with us. We are working on a proper exit and will have something up soon.
Fine. So be it. But you're the ones who are choosing to leave, even if there is a certain reason. I dearly hope that you all return, but if you don't, well, that's a shame. And I have not made it clear that I'm not going to allow uber ninja to die, infact I've made it quite clear that probably a large majority of the characters will die at the end anyway, and also that considering his current state, Patrick isn't exactly in a good position.
@Karon - dude, there really wasn't any reason to post that image. It was pretty stupid, honestly. I dunno whether this is all a joke to you, even when you seem to be the reason lots of people are leaving. Hell, even another player has PMed me about leaving unless I kill your character, which I'm not going to do just because people would like it. Not at the moment, but you're not exactly popular on this thread right now. That last remark certainly didn't help.
The truck continued to find an exit out of the rubble that once was Pineville. The passengers firing like Red-necks in a turkey shoot.
"Get us out of here Yerith" Robbie yelled as he reloaded his gun for the third time. They were running out.
"we are going to make it" he tought. They had to.
The truck made it to the main street. Now it would only be a mad dash out of here.
Dietn screamed as he fired away at the zeds. He looked over his shoulder while he reloaded.
Zeds were pooring in from the side streets. The noise they made must have sounded like a dinnerbell.
"Feth you, you stupid A-holes" Dietn cursed. "You ain't going to get us!"
He continued to fire at the zeds. The truck clipping several of them.
The truck gained momentum and soon they were out. They made it.
Dietn couldn't believe it. Suddenly Fox raised hear hands and yelled her victorie.
Everybody soon joined in, laughing at the zeds. Who were rapidly getting smaller.
Dietn laughed at the zeds, but stopped when he noticed the metal lid of the sewer was tossed aside.
There were little people crawling out. Running towards them. Guns blazing at the zeds. Who now started chasing after them.
"Robbie, you got to see this" "What do I have to...." Robbie replied "Wait are those survivors?"
"I guess, they are. Never saw zeds that could fire a gun".
"We've got to save them" Fox said. "How? We are almost out of bullets!"
"Well, we could give them a distraction" Dietn said while he looked at the remains of Rat.
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Those survivors are kais and his gang. In case anyone was wondering.
Nice one. Just one thing that you guys forgot.. the lumber truck! Two vehicles, dudes, not one! You lot just left it in roleplay oblivion!
And there's a ton of ammo/fuel/provisions/medkits from the lumber yard aboard as well!
Speaking of trucks, there's a certain old truck that I will be bringing back soon enough.. hehehe.. Halonachos knows what truck I'm on about.. at least, he should.
Oh i assumed they all jumped in to the truck. Cause a flatbed (or whatever it is called) isn't great for a lightning rescue.
And i tought all the supplies were on that. Thats why scrazza let dietn pick up ammo out of the shelter.
At least that is what i thought.
Helena reloaded the shotgun, cradling it with her good arm while feeding shells into the loading mechanism with her bad one (which hurt like hell after firing the big gun). Her ribs ached too - the recoil had wrenched her whole body and she really wished she had some vodka to dull the pain.
The truck slew to a halt and she had to grab onto the framework to stop herself being thrown over again, pulling her shoulder again in the process. She looked around, trying to see something through her un-bandaged eye. Dietn was pointing at a group of zombies emerging from the sewers behind them. It took her a moment to realise that they were not moving like the dead and they were carrying and firing weapons.
Dietn and Robbie were grabbing hold of the remains of Rat, pulling him off the back of the truck... "Surely not..." she thought to herself as they hurried towards the group running towards them, the corpse held between them. They passed the retreating group and set the body down in the path of the swarm, before running back to the truck, hot on the heels of the new people.
Helena tapped Fox's arm and quickly signed "We're not going to be able to fit everyone on this truck with it being comfortable, we need to circle back round and get the other truck."
Fox's face fluttered as she thought on the matter "You're right, but we can't get back through that." - pointing out at the swarm.
"We don't go through, we go round and double back."
Fox glanced at the people running back towards the truck, realising that it was going to get very cramped very quickly...
And also; nice rp. I hope the zeds enjoy their little snack .
update: just realised that there are going to be 13 persons on that truck. One of wich is unconsious. It's going to be really crowded. unless ..... some don't make it.
And as hinted, we might not be gone forever. Given time to breathe, we might come back. Who knows?
Thought you might say something like that.
I know the reason why, I just don't honestly understand why he, despite all the trouble he has caused, is enough of a reason to leave.
Yet clearly he is...for more than one individual involved in this RP.
...And,it's not as if we all got together and said " Hey...want to leave the RP because of Karon?",it was a process of each of us becoming increasingly frustrated with him and THEN discovering that others in the RP were equally frustrated.
The thing is,we stayed in the RP for a long time AFTER we had become frustrated,I personally talked jp into sticking it out for much longer than he wanted to in hopes that things would get better concerning Karon's behavior in the thread....it didn't.
I don't believe anyone is taking leaving this RP lightly,I know I'm not....as I've stated in PM it's a " I see no other course of action" thing,as I simply will not waste my time interacting with Karon.
Well, considering his character is nowhere near and unlikely to be anywhere near jp, ghosty and your characters in the near future, what's the problem?
Damn, we're going round in circles again. Hell, if anything I'm determined though.
Darkvoidof40k wrote:Well, considering his character is nowhere near and unlikely to be anywhere near jp, ghosty and your characters in the near future, what's the problem?
Damn, we're going round in circles again. Hell, if anything I'm determined though.
It's not his "characters" proximity to our "characters" Dark....it's him.
Keira wandered through the camp, the new nurse, Lacey trailing behind.
“So this is the dining hall, but, as I’m sure you’re aware, it’s not supposed to actually look like this.” She said, waving her hand at the carnage. Most of the bullet casings had been swept up, and the bloodstains had dried. People had even tried to re-erect some of the damaged tables and chairs, and moved the shattered pieces to the corner of the room. Lacey stifled her gasp as she noticed a trio of filled body bags propped in the corner.
“F*ck…”
“Yeah, we’re having a debate about those three. If we bury them, the dead’ll sniff ‘em out eventually, and we don’t feel that’s a glamorous fate for them, and we don’t want to burn them, as it ain’t a sight the kids need to see. Though of course, most of the children have seen far worse.”
Keira shrugged, and with a hand placed lightly on Lacey’s shoulder, she was escorted out of the building, and out into the lumber camps ‘town square’. They walked in almost complete silence for several minutes, until they reached the hospital.
“Right, we have Tombstone in the room ahead, Tasha over there, and Ajax in that room there.” She said, indicating in turn to three rooms branching off from the waiting area. “Wanna come check on them with me? I’ll do introductions; let them know you’re capable hands. No offence, but one or two of these people are a bit tense around strangers. Especially after the incident we had. No pressure then, but give a good impression.”
They first went into Tasha’s room. She was sitting up and probing her stomach wound with the interest of someone who was feeling detached from their body. She was pale, and her dilated pupils indicated she’d been doped up to lower the pain, but otherwise, she seemed in pretty good condition. Looking up, she smiled warmly at Keira, but looked pensively at Lacey.
“Who’s that?” she said, her voice coming out in a hoarse whisper.
Keira walked over to the bedside, Lacey close behind.
“This is Lacey, she’s new here. Actually, she’s a nurse, probably better than me, so don’t worry if you see her around more often.” Keira turned to Lacey, who was smiling nervously. “She’s taken three bullets to the stomach, but we’ve managed to suture the wounds, and stemmed the damage to the muscles tissue. It’s a remarkable recovery; in all honesty, I’ve not seen someone get better as quickly as this. Must be someone looking over her.”
They next went to see Ajax. As the door creaked open, the pair entered into the dark room. Keira fumbled for the light switch, staring into the inky blackness. She found it, and turned the dial slightly, giving them enough light to see by, but not enough to wake the obviously sleeping patient up. The light flickered, and gave the room a dull pre dusk glow. Keira placed her finger on her lips, and motioned for Lacey to make her way across to the sleeping Ajax.
“So, your turn.” Keira whispered. “What’s your diagnosis?”
Lacey gave her a small, nervous glance, and gently began to examine Ajax’s sleeping form, careful not to disturb him from his sleep. It quickly occurred to Keira as she watched that Lacey wasn’t a normal nurse. Her mannerisms were all wrong. Brusquer, less careful about potential pain being caused. After about a minute of critical analysis, Keira touched her on the arm and signalled for her to leave the room. Oustide, Keira turned on her, and glared angrily.
“You said you were a nurse, and yet you obviously aren’t. What’s your story then? New identity in a new world? C’mon, I’m not going to suffer fools.” Keira said, venom dripping from her words. But Lacey just looked at the floor, and seemed cowed.
“I…I am a nurse. I, I just used to be working in a different ward to your lot.”
“My lot? You mean, actual nurses?”
“No…I.. I used to work in the maternity ward, ok?! I know very little about modern medicine, as my job didn’t require it. Ok?! Now you know, are you satisfied? The guys I’m with were thrilled to have a nurse with them. I’m just glad we didn’t have any injuries that I and a first aid kit couldn’t deal with. If they found out…”
Keira blinked. Well, she hadn’t been expecting that. She managed a small apology, and patted her on the shoulder.
“So, what was your diagnosis then? I’m sure you’ve picked up some stuff.”
Lacey looked up. “He’d been shot, and stitched up. Injuries didn’t seem to have hit anything vital. Is he walking around yet?”
“Yeah, starting from the moment he woke up. Bikers are tough nuts to crack. And see? Your worked that out, on your own. Not to sound patronizing, but that was a good job.”
“Thanks.”
“Look, we can keep this whole maternity thing between ourselves if you like. I’ll give you a hand, teach you how to do things, and in no time at all you’ll be pulling out bullets like a pro.”
Lacey smiled warmly at Keira. Things that had previously been grey, were certainly lightening up…
Darkvoidof40k wrote: Uh-uh, FITZZ, no chance. If you're really joining ghosty in his, in my opinion, sad, disappointing and just plain stupid self-exile from the roleplay, then that's just a shame dude.
I can fairly easily look after Keira, Hog, and Saunders, as well as any relating NPCs.. but if you leave, then me and Halon will have to keep your characters alive. I'm not letting them pull out.
Dude, you leaving will pull another large chunk out of the soul of this thread, this small sub-community we have build up, if you like.
And if y'all planning on returning upon Patrick's death, well that's even less likely to happen with you all not RPing.
And besides, the main plot is almost upon us..
You can look after our characters, but you are not going to. If we choose to leave in a calm and logical manner (which we are trying to do) then that is our right to do just that. We want to control our characters that we have spent alot of time building up and we do not want to see them become just another sock puppet.
So no offence, but it really doesn't matter if you like it our not. We have made our decision to leave and take our characters with us so we have the option to use them at a later time and we are going to do just that.
"And if y'all planning on returning upon Patrick's death, well that's even less likely to happen with you all not RPing."
Dark, you have made it very clear that you will not allow uber ninja to die. Even when (That I know of maybe more) 3 of the main characters PM you at the last event and tell you point blank that they will do everything in their power to kill him.
As for the main plot, at this point we just don't care. We are not going to stick around for it at this point. So kindly once again we are leaving the Rp and taking our characters with us. We are working on a proper exit and will have something up soon.
Fine. So be it. But you're the ones who are choosing to leave, even if there is a certain reason. I dearly hope that you all return, but if you don't, well, that's a shame. And I have not made it clear that I'm not going to allow uber ninja to die, infact I've made it quite clear that probably a large majority of the characters will die at the end anyway, and also that considering his current state, Patrick isn't exactly in a good position.
@Karon - dude, there really wasn't any reason to post that image. It was pretty stupid, honestly. I dunno whether this is all a joke to you, even when you seem to be the reason lots of people are leaving. Hell, even another player has PMed me about leaving unless I kill your character, which I'm not going to do just because people would like it. Not at the moment, but you're not exactly popular on this thread right now. That last remark certainly didn't help.
Sorry.
I still fail to see how I caused everyone to leave, and I feel everyone is being rather childish and emotional here.
I won't insult any of you, or respond to your insults and exaggerations towards me, I just wanted to say I've lost any shred of respect towards you, as I'm sure you feel the same towards me.
Nice bit of roleplay there, ghosty, shame we won't be getting much more of it for awhile.
Karon, I've made it clear many times that I don't understand myself, because if I did, I'd probably have left as well. All I know is, certain people don't like you, and that's enough reason for them to leave.
Now, lets all just leave this whole blame game behind right here, and get on with the roleplay.
Oh crap jeez sorry guys for not being around the last two days
No!!!!!!!!! I was supposed to save Dietn!!!!!
Wait, but I am still running away from the super zed, running away in the sewers. Would be nice to meet up with you Robbie, so where are you right now?
The 'bonus content from earlier', the event for you guys, the event concerning Ninja and Karon, that Wild Card for Keira that won't be thrown down it seems, and then the main plot is looming over us soon as well..
Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:No!!!!!!!!! I was supposed to save Dietn!!!!!
Wait, but I am still running away from the super zed, running away in the sewers. Would be nice to meet up with you Robbie, so where are you right now?
Scrazza took care of it.
And for the meeting it's already happening. Just read my rp's.
So yeah do you want me to do an RP post or shall I just leave it to you and Scrazz as I honestly have no idea where you are planning to go, but I have a faint idea...
Hang on a sec.. where did that truck come from in the first place? This whole thing is a great big confusing bundle of characters.. that I need to sort out soon.. hmph.
Pickup trucks are awesome in post apoc. You have enough place for people.
And also enough space to place supplies in. And your car won't break down if you decide to do a bit off-roading.
I always imagined the pickup to be red. Not that it matters
Anyways, uh.. I forgot where I was going with that.. meh.
Nah I'm just thinking we all go around with swords 'n' stuff and get martyrd or whatever.. but we'd all be religious and blame the Devil.. or God.. or somethin'. I dunno.
Anyways, uh.. I forgot where I was going with that.. meh.
Nah I'm just thinking we all go around with swords 'n' stuff and get martyrd or whatever.. but we'd all be religious and blame the Devil.. or God.. or somethin'. I dunno.
Anyways, uh.. I forgot where I was going with that.. meh.
Nah I'm just thinking we all go around with swords 'n' stuff and get martyrd or whatever.. but we'd all be religious and blame the Devil.. or God.. or somethin'. I dunno.
Edit: That idea was inspired by FITZZ btw.
It could be epic...
At this point wouldn't it just be easier to sit down and play a friendly game of D&D? lol.
Would be interesting to say the least. Just make sure not to invite kill joys to it and it will all be good.
FITZZ wrote:Killjoy (noun) person who spoils other’s enjoyment or pleasure.
Obtuse - adjective
· slow to learn or understand; lacking intellectual acuity.
I was aware that it was directed at me, and I also noticed that you yourself Fitzz have said you've had enough of this thread, but you continue to come here to drop childish insults at me.
FITZZ wrote: Not an insult...or ..not necessarily meant as one.
....Oh and BTW,I'll most likely be returning to the thread...I have a lot of special plans.
Glad to hear....I hope we can put our differences aside and finish(or continue) the story. If you find something wrong with what I am doing, I would appreciate it if you told me...I don't be a "killjoy" or "obtuse" on purpose.
I'm just chilling right now. Waiting to see what I want to do.
IC:
Halon wondered where Tombstone and his bikers had gone. Halon then went to the helipad and sat in the helicopter's pilot seat. He grabbed the controls and went "thub, thub, thub, thub..." to mimick a working helicopter.
"Oh no, Canadians on my six!" Halon yelled as he deftly swerved the helicopter to the right to avoid incoming missiles.
"Herpy Derpy Doo!" Canadian Pilot 1 said to Canadian Pilot 2.
"Twiddly dinky Boodles!" Canadian Pilot 2 replied as he deftly maneuvered into a close pattern with Canadian Pilot 1.
"I only have one shot at this..." Halon thought as he spun the helicopter in 180 degrees and moved towards the Canadian jets(lol, canadians don't have jets irl!).
Halon initiated a barrel roll as he closed in and a bright yellow aura formed around the helicopter as it began spinning faster and faster and the aura melted into the shape of an arrow. White clouds of awesome began to form as Halon furrowed his brow in anger at the canadians and their lies.
"CANADA DRY IS WET AND CANADIAN BACON IS JUST HAM!" Halon screamed as he hurtled the helicopter into the Canadian jets.
"Denim! Denim!" Canadian Pilot 1 mourned as his jet plummeted to the cold ground while leaving behind a dark cloud of evil(which canadians use as fuel).
"Googly Derp!" Canadian Pilot 2 cried out as his jet imploded due to the yellow aura surrounding Halon's helicopter.
Halon turned around to see the gaping maw of purplish energy left behind by the awesome he had just comitted.
Halon put on a pair of aviators and said "Gak just got real." as he prepared to fight the gods of chaos.
.........................
"And that kids is how I killed the space elves." awesome old Halon said to a group of children in front of him.
"Nuh-uh." the youngest child said, "You're fibbing!"
Halon glared at his grandchild and remembered his youth fighting zombies and his comrades whom had died.
Halon's gaze softened as he looked over his grandchildren, he loved them all and took his time to look at each one in recognition.
"Your grandpa is just being silly." a female voice said and the childrens' heads turned to look at their grandmother. "Now go to bed, its late."
The kids went up to their beds and after that Halon looked at his wife of many years.
"What were you doing, filling their heads up with silly stories." the voice said.
"I was just having some fun." Halon laughed heartily.
"A zombie apocalypse and you're still the same." she said, "I love that and I love you Halon."
"I love you too, Jen." Halon said.
Ummm... yeah, sorry. Wait, I mean that I meant to do that, a complete mind feth if you will. One that would put M. Knight Shamallamadon. Yes, that was it and that's all.
FITZZ wrote: Not an insult...or ..not necessarily meant as one.
....Oh and BTW,I'll most likely be returning to the thread...I have a lot of special plans.
Glad to hear....I hope we can put our differences aside and finish(or continue) the story. If you find something wrong with what I am doing, I would appreciate it if you told me...I don't be a "killjoy" or "obtuse" on purpose.
Perhaps not...perhaps it's not "on purpose".
I've said my piece to Darko....and now I'll say it to you,so long as we all accept the hand were dealt...weather we like it or not, every thing should run just fine.
Believe me...many things have occurred in this RP that I didn't care for, I've lost NPCs that I invested alot of time in...and had plans for,and did so with out so much as a "Hey wait a second Dark."
It's the nature of the narrative...NPCs and characters are going to die...it's that simple...I don't bitch about it(much)...I roll with it.
Well...I'll throw in some RP tomorrow....I'm off to plot on just how I'm going to kill your character.
halonachos wrote:Remember, you can't spell slaughter without laughter.
Amen to that ...missed your RPs around here for a while...of course..technically I guess the same could be said of me..
So ...you and Jen eh?...I knew it...it's no bullet she carrying around for you....it's a ring.
Ahem, I believe I said nothing to see...
I started that RP seriously and then I was like, nah I'll write something interesting. Also I think that a ring from Jennifer would be scarier than a bullet.
Seriously it would be simply because of the thought process involved would include "you killed my dad and I love that" somewhere in there and to tell the truth I'm interested in seeing Ninja's reaction to that.
OMG guys, we should pull a prank on Ninja. Quick before he reads the RP and sees that its a joke.
halonachos wrote:Remember, you can't spell slaughter without laughter.
Amen to that ...missed your RPs around here for a while...of course..technically I guess the same could be said of me..
So ...you and Jen eh?...I knew it...it's no bullet she carrying around for you....it's a ring.
I can see the symbolism of it.
Rings, bullets...... any way you look at it your life as you know it is now over.
And on that note and much discussion, for the time being I will continue with this RP under conditions that have already been stated on and off scene. Time to see how this pans out.
Well guys, we could just continue on, or I could continue - slowly as I am - to do the mop-up event.
Most of the structure is there from ghosty's roleplay, but I'm having to add a bit here and there. It's up to you guys. Of course, I will PM Karon about it first, but I doubt there'll be any trouble once the corrections are done.
FYI dudes, I failed in my attempts to bring ghosty back.. eh, succeeded with two others apparently.. without even speaking to one..
It's all in control, sillyboy, all in MY control.. mwahahahha hawr hawr lolz.
*ahem*
Anyways, that one will definitely be after this one. It'll go something like "holy shizzlecakes demons waaaaaaargh! Oh look Shadow time travelled yayz!! SHADOW EYECANNONS BOOM demons dead yayyyyyyyyyy!"
On a more serious note, yes, we will be doing 'average people'. No Assassin's Creed, no King Arthur, no gypsy armies.. got enough of those damned gypsies in England.. *grumble*
NOW GET BACK TO ROLEPLAYING! WRITE LIKE YO BEING PAYED!
we should be the last remanants of an imperial gaurd regiment sent in to pick up some overdue tithe, but it's actually a nurgle infestation and for the first bit we just have to survive bu then some SPHESH MARENES show up and we have to dodge them as well while trying to steal a ship and get away.
and BAD HALONACHOS!!
or a midevil one, but a 40k one would be good because if we could just ask the background section if we got stuck
anyway, are we just to continue RP or is dark doing his event thingy
I'm going to do the event soon enough, then after that I will do an event for Pine Ville and after that I'll hopefully get done with the 'bonus content' that I've been planning, and, should ghosty return, he gets a wild card. Hmph, I should do wild cards for everyone. The joy of playing God.. hehehe..
And while I'm doing that I also intend to write and post up a short Warhammer 40,000 story in the Dakka fiction section.
And Halonachos, your in-character post-count is dangerously low.. /hint hint/
So...is your basic idea to do a complete re-write of the "what happened at Jennifer's base camp" question?
I would say that with the exceptions of removing the part about Theron being shot(allowing him to be relatively unharmed) and specifying that Hog ripped the "Black stud/rod...whatever" from Patrick's ear,ghostys RP should be left as is.
...Unless you had some completely different ideas.
Yes, it is basically like that, although Snyder will have his.. important parts.. restored so that he has reason to live, and I will/have also clarified the reason for them actually going there in the first place.
Darkvoidof40k wrote:Yes, it is basically like that, although Snyder will have his.. important parts.. restored so that he has reason to live, and I will/have also clarified the reason for them actually going there in the first place.
...So a shot in the pills rather than pills totally smashed?...sounds fair enough.
Tombstone lay quietly in his bed,he had...for some time now,been watching a fly buzz about his room..."annoying little pest." the biker thought to himself.
On one occasion the fly had landed in a spiders web,but with great effort the fly had freed itself..Tombstone had found himself feeling a distinct dislike of the fly...
" You should be dead." the biker whispered as the fly buzzed past his eyes.
The insect flew randomly about the room,the bikers eyes following it's random and erratic path,hating it with each passing second,until....to the bikers joy,the fly again became entangled in the spider web in the corner of the room.
Tombstone watched as the fly desperately attempted to free itself from the sticky strands of web,succeeding only in further entangling it self...in the corner of the web,a large black spider sat paitently...waiting...watching.
The flys struggle became more frantic,perhaps it sensed the spider now...perhaps it sensed the inevitability of it's doom...but...struggle as it may,the fly only managed to trap it self further in the web...the spider rushed forward...it's legs wrapping around the fly as if in a lovers embrace...it's fangs poised for the kill.
FM Ninja 048 wrote:nice metaphor, if I can read between the lines
Not sure I understand the latter half of your post there ninja, but doesn't 'reading between the lines' refer to someone sticking their middle finger up at you?
reading between the lines refers to seeing what the post actually intended to say
"To perceive or detect an obscure or unexpressed meaning: eg. learned to read between the lines of corporate annual reports to discern areas of fiscal weakness."
Deadman opened his eyes and blinked repeatedly trying to bring the world into focus.
He sat up on his cot and ran his hand roughly through his hair,shaking his head in an attempt to wake himself.
The biker glanced at his watch,seeing that he and the others had been dozing for just over three hours
"Guess that's about all the time I can waste." Deadman muttered as he wiped sleep from his eyes and climbed from his small bed,he looked over at the other two bikers.
Scratch lay on his stomach,an empty bottle of beer inches from his dangling hand,Cutter was on the far cot,snoring so loudly that Deadman feared the roof above him would collapse.
" Feth it." Deadman said rubbing his beard " I'll let 'em sleep a bit longer.",the biker walked over to a small counter and quickly made some instant coffee,to which he added a generous splash of whiskey,before seating himself at the small table in the corner of the room.
He sat quietly sipping at his cup,reflecting on the plan Tombstone had outlined earlier,Deadman was reasonably sure that it would work...old Tombstone had certainly covered all his bases as far as Deadman could see...the tricky part would be getting the supplies necessary to pull it off..Deadman knew he could rig up the devices Stone wanted...that wasn't a problem...it was locating the supplies...the essential ingredient.
" Well" Deadman thought " I'll have a look around the camp...might be something suitable here in the store rooms...if not...I'll go check through the supply company invoices in the main office....I'm bound to find a lead there."
The biker thought about the rest of Tombstones plan " The next part..." Deadman thought.." That's going to be a real bitch to pull off."
The biker sipped his coffee and mulled over the best way to achieve the necessary goals.
Tombstone lay quietly in his bed,he had...for some time now,been watching a fly buzz about his room..."annoying little pest." the biker thought to himself.
On one occasion the fly had landed in a spiders web,but with great effort the fly had freed itself..Tombstone had found himself feeling a distinct dislike of the fly...
" You should be dead." the biker whispered as the fly buzzed past his eyes.
The insect flew randomly about the room,the bikers eyes following it's random and erratic path,hating it with each passing second,until....to the bikers joy,the fly again became entangled in the spider web in the corner of the room.
Tombstone watched as the fly desperately attempted to free itself from the sticky strands of web,succeeding only in further entangling it self...in the corner of the web,a large black spider sat paitently...waiting...watching.
The flys struggle became more frantic,perhaps it sensed the spider now...perhaps it sensed the inevitability of it's doom...but...struggle as it may,the fly only managed to trap it self further in the web...the spider rushed forward...it's legs wrapping around the fly as if in a lovers embrace...it's fangs poised for the kill.
Oh, I can't tell you how much I am anticipating the event concerning that plan's execution. Yes, it will be delicious indeed. /nom/
By the way, don't suppose any of you lot would be interested in resurrecting this old thread of mine / http://www.dakkadakka.com/dakkaforum/posts/list/313731.page / and finishing it off in the space of a few weeks? It'd be a fun little side-roleplay, and I wouldn't mind playing it, considering its simplicity and focus on individual characters and their interactions.
Darkvoidof40k wrote:Oh, I can't tell you how much I am anticipating the event concerning that plan's execution. Yes, it will be delicious indeed. /nom/
By the way, don't suppose any of you lot would be interested in resurrecting this old thread of mine / http://www.dakkadakka.com/dakkaforum/posts/list/313731.page / and finishing it off in the space of a few weeks? It'd be a fun little side-roleplay, and I wouldn't mind playing it, considering its simplicity and focus on individual characters and their interactions.
[edited to make link work]
I can guarantee you won't be disappointed when the "plan" comes together Dark....should supply you with a great deal of material for an catastrophic event.
Sorry,but I won't be able to participate in your other RP...one is about all I can manage ATM, I have armies to paint,kids to raise,a Missus to see to....my plate is sort of full.
FITZZ wrote:
I can guarantee you won't be disappointed when the "plan" comes together Dark....should supply you with a great deal of material for an catastrophic event.
Sorry,but I won't be able to participate in your other RP...one is about all I can manage ATM, I have armies to paint,kids to raise,a Missus to see to....my plate is sort of full.
Wikipedia wrote:Marriage is a social union or legal contract between people that creates kinship. It is an institution in which interpersonal relationships, usually intimate and sexual, are acknowledged in a variety of ways, depending on the culture or subculture in which it is found. Such a union, often formalized via a wedding ceremony, may also be called matrimony.
IT LIES! WIKIPEDIA LIES!
Darkopedia wrote:Marriage - When two people get married, they are supposed to spend the rest of their days together, 'until death do we part'. See, humans got this whole relationship thing totally bollock wrong, and the animals got it right. Except for maybe the Mantis.. because sex isn't so good for the male.. yeah, it's pretty f*cked up right there. But back to the point; animals generally meet, shag and then leave each other after a matter of weeks or months [6 weeks - 3 months, usually], because after that time, the fun expires and you realise you didn't get a warranty on your marriage. So the animals don't bother with that, they just get straight down to business, enjoy free meals on one parties' side and other things, of course. Then they just leave each other, and if they ever meet again, killing on sight is not out of the question.
But Humans? Nah, "lets just spend the rest of our lives together getting miserable and hate each other," they said. Boy were they wrong! Except for one case where a 96 year-old and a 94 year-old got married, they didn't have to worry all that much.
Scientific research has proven that humans have a high tolerance for the crappy end of relationships, and will put up with an insane amount of.. crap..
For some reason, trying to break out of a marriage and do things the right way like animals resulted in death by stoning and other such ways for a rather long time. Eventually, humans invented divorces, which was the next big leap in society. Yet not all humans can truly appreciate the brilliance of the divorce - quite possibly THE SINGLE GREATEST IDEA EVER TO BE PUT TO PRACTICE, IN THE WHOLE OF FOREVER
Incidentally,my "Missus" and I are not legally married...I just call her my "Missus" to avoid having to type out "my long term girlfriend with which I have two children with."...if you follow.
Now...I have been married before,twice in fact...didn't work out very well on either occasion....I suppose "killing on sight" might not be entirely out of the question were those failed experiments are concerned.....No,no...I kid...sort of.
Incidentally,my "Missus" and I are not legally married...I just call her my "Missus" to avoid having to type out "my long term girlfriend with which I have two children with."...if you follow.
Now...I have been married before,twice in fact...didn't work out very well on either occasion....I suppose "killing on sight" might not be entirely out of the question were those failed experiments are concerned.....No,no...I kid...sort of.
Well, things seem to be working out from what I can gather, so good for you. My parents have pretty much the same deal going on but they'll never be bothered or rich enough to get around to getting married in the foreseeable future.
Side note, I have no intention of being unfaithful or anything like that when I grow up. But I should actually start up a website called Darkopedia.. hehehe.. the ideas!!!!!/mad
ghosty wrote:No. I'm writing my final IC post. It looks to be pretty fun so far, and kinda trippy.
That's a shame dude. Everyone else has managed to be persuaded to come back and put their differences aside, so why can't you?
A dull thudding noise barked out from within the Hospital; the sound of propellers spinning. Keira ignored the sound, in all probability it was someone cycling up the engines in the helicopter. Nothing to worry about. The sound however carried on, and seemed to grow in degree. Keira smiled politely at Lacey, whose gaze was fixed up at the sky. It occurred to her at that point, that they were no longer in the hospital.
'How odd' she thought. She could have sworn she had been in the confines of a building less than a second ago. The sound of propellers forever increased in volume, and Keira found that she was the only person in the lumber camp not staring skywards.
"You ok there?"
Keira shook her head, and looked back around at her surroundings. They were back in the Hospital. Lacey was looking concerned, and had a hand on Keira's shoulder. (@ Fitzz - ^^ )
"Yeah..uh, I'm fine. Sorry, it feels a bit claustrophobic in here, doesn't it?"
"Want to sit down?" Lacey said, and gently, but firmly walked Keira over to a nearby sofa, hastily planted here to make the waiting room more homely, and give the Bikers somewhere to sit whilst they had waited for Buckley. Keira was sat down, and Lacey put some cushions behind her back.
"Look, I'll grab you a glass of water, you just sit tight ok?" the young women said, and then rushed off.
'I wonder what all this concern is about?' Keira mused, as she looked up at the ceiling, and specifically, the ceiling fan.
The fan span faster and faster. Keira, unconcerned looked back around her. She was in the hospital of her home city, amidst the carnage of a terrible accident.
"Nurse, help me!" Keira looked up, and to her shock, and to her extreme delight, a kind of glow that filled her body and erupted outwards, there was Tom. He was in scrubs, and elbow deep in blood, gripping the side of a hospital bed, wheeling it along with a couple of orderlies. Keira dashed over and glimpsed at the fatality.
"What's the damage?"
Tom barely glanced at her, and spoke clearly, his voice like crystal, or glass. "They tried to evac the women and kids in the helicopter when the attack began. Whole thing was a shambles. The osprey ripped it out of the air."
Keira looked back down at the victim, at Mace. He was still breathing, but it was shallow, and ragged. His leather jacket was torn apart, and his shirt shredded, exposing his chest to the world. On his lap lay his hands. They were still gripping the joystick, clenched, and white at the knuckles. The tear was ragged, the points where his hands came free from the arms heavily bruised and shredded. The bloody stumps of his arms were wrapped in bandages, and yet blood still poured freely. His eyes rolled freely in their sockets, and he whispered, repeatedly "On wings of fire..."
Keira let go of the bed, and let it get carried on through to the theatre.
The Satans servants had been destroyed by an Angel.
Poetic.
Keira looked around, at the other cases. Children were lying on beds, limbs severed, or bullet ridden. The ones that had already died were dumped in body bags, unceremoniously thrown out the window into the street below. Like in a dream, Keira walked over to the window in which an orderly was battling with a particularly heavy body bag; trying to push it out of a small box window. Keira touched him lightly on the arm, and the man seemed to freeze, as if turned to stone. With grim fascination, she unzipped the bag and looked into the face of the victim.
The face of Scratch stared back, his body riddled with bullets, his face an image of agonized pain. Keira zipped the bag back up, and turned to leave. A blinding white light appeared, growing in size and power as each second passed.
"Hey Keira? Keira, speak to me."
Dr. Buckley was kneeling next to her, and was shining a light in her eyes. Keira blinked, and muzzily swatted the light away. Keira realised she was no longer on the sofa, and was lying on the floor.
"Ugh. Get off. I- " Keira looked past Buckley, at the group of people standing nearby. Lacey, looking scared and concerned, Halon, on crutches, looking owlish, and Mace, genuine worry scratched over his face.
"Hey... hey Mace."
"Yeah?"
"Can you fly a helicopter?"
"What? Oh. Yeah I can, why?"
Keira closed her eye and frowned. She got to her feet, Lacey ( @ Fitzz ) and Buckley moving in to support her, and stumbled out into the bright sunlight.
The sky was as red as blood, and bolts of white lightning seemed to tear at the sky. Overhead, the sound of propellers whined, and the huge shadow of a plane circled around the camp, bullets and shells tearing up clods of earth as it struck down survivor after survivor with casual ease. Keira threw herself against a wall, desperate to remove herself from the field of fire. the ground was a mire of blood, and mulched bodies. A small child, no more than four cradled his dead mother in his hands, and wailed at the sky. A second later his life was snuffed out. Keira, thoughts on escape made for the entrance to the lumber mill. She heard the staccato of gunfire to her left, and glanced to see one of Halons men being scythed down by a pair of men in camouflage. Keira doubled her pace, and soon found herself standing in the centre of camp. The bodies were piled deep here, more dead people here than there ever feasibly could be. Standing at the top of the mound was Tombstone, a pistol in each hand, roaring his fury at the sky.
"Tomb!" Keira shrieked, ever aware of the Osprey preparing for another strafing run. The enormous Biker turned to look at her, his face turning from rage to concern.
"Keira, get outta here whilst you still can!" He turned, his face set, and began to fire at the incoming Plane.
Keira stumbled on, ignoring as best she could, the sound of heavy machine gun fire ripping through flesh behind her. Ahead, Ajax, was fighting viscously with Deadman over an obscure piece of armour. As Keira got closer,the item of argument, Patrick's body armour was wrenched from Ajax's grasp. The great man stared at his hands, sorrow gripping him. Then, with a feeling of great remorse, he drew his knife. 12 inches of steel plunged into his chest, as he fell to the ground. Keira covered her mouth with her hand, the horror of the situation overcoming her.
She pressed on, past the body of Lacey, her hands gripped around her own heart as it ceased to beat, past Buckley; his glasses knocked askew by the round passing clean between his eyes. Soldiers were everywhere, massacring left and right, indiscriminately.
A figure stepped out of the shadow of a nearby building, and extended it's hand. Keira reached out and grabbed it.
Keira opened her eyes., it was raining heavily outside, and water poured down the pane of glass she looked out through. outside, Keira couldn't quite make out the time of day, but judging by the grey sky, she guessed it could be at the minium three hours from when she blacked out. AT most, 6- 7 hours. Keira pondered to herself why she was being so specific, it's not as if a small time difference ever hindered previous adventures. Keira blinked. What an odd thought. Back to the matter at hand, she thought over what she was going to do, but in reality, her mind was already set. Keira got dressed quickly, hoping dearly that whoever undressed her for bed, was a women, and not a Biker. Wolf whistles was the last thing she could deal with now. Keira left as much as she could behind, it would only slow her down. Leaving quickly and quietly, Keira crept through the perpetual darkness, her hand resting on the holster of her pistol. She made it about halfway to the exit, terror dogging her every footstep, when someone stepped out of the shadows of the greying dawn.
"Hey Kiera... Mace said you shouldn't be up, you had a pretty big ordeal earlier..." Deadman said, walking softly toward her hands outstretched. His mannerisms were placating, but their was a definite alertness about him that belied his words. His eyes kept darting to her gun holster. Keira slowly pulled the gun free, and aimed it at him.
"Whoa! Whoa there! Calm down, calm the F*ck down.." he said, pulling away.
"Get out the way. Please."
Deadman complied, and gave her all the room she needed. Keira walked past, and then, with as much dignity as she could muster, she began to run, for the exit.
The biker stayed where he was for a half second, and then started to yell out for her to stop, running after her. The sound aroused people from across the camp, and they staggered out of their lodges, guns in hand, ready to fight for their lives. Upon seeing Keira's flight, and already knowing the incidents of earlier, several men broke out into a chase after her. Keira broke into the treeline six seconds ahead of anyone else, and soon disappeared from view.
Deadman slowed down, and, hands on his knees, breathed heavily.
"Sh*t. Whose gonna tell Tomb..."
Edit: to clear any smokescreens.
OOC: There you go. That's my final post, until, and if, I feel like coming back. Have a good one.
OOC:...You've certainly left me with a tough act to follow ghosty,but...here goes.
BIC:...
Deadman stood,catching his breath " Damn." he thought " Who's going to tell Tomb...",the answer was easy...he was.
" Son of a..." The biker muttered as he turned away from the fence and begin walking towards the Med center,feeling as though he imagined a condemned man must fell when he walks that proverbial "last mile".
" Stones going to go berserk" Deadman thought shaking his head as he opened the Med centers doors and stepped inside,Deadman recalled the crazy look in Tombstones eyes when they last spoke and shuddered,his friend and leader was obviously losing his mind,and now...he had deliver more bad news..." Great..just fething great!" The biker muttered as he reached the door to Tombstones room.
"Well..here goes nothing." Deadman whispered opening the door.
Inside,he found Tombstone sitting in bed,the biker was staring off into the corner of the room,a huge maniacal grin spread across his face.
" Jesus." Deadman thought " He has gone insane.",Tombstones eyes turned to Deadman,his grin never faltering " You look a bit pale Deads...what's on your mind?"Tombstone said with a low chuckle.
" I've got some bad news Boss" Deadman said,careful to keep himself at arms length from the lunatic in the bed before him.
The mad grin on Tombstones face disappeared at once,replaced by a cold and vicious stare " What is it." the biker said in a low growl " Is it Tasha...did she..?"
" No Boss" Deadman said raising his hands defensively " It's not Tasha...she's going to be ok...it's your friend ..Keira."
Tombstone eyes narrowed,they seemed to ignite with some internal flame and he spoke through gritted teeth " What about Keira?...What's happened!!?"
Deadman took an involuntary step backwards " She left Boss...she just freaked out and ran off into the woods."
" She did what!!!?" Tombstone bellowed.
" Left.." Deadman stammered " She ...she just freaked out Boss...she was waving a gun around...we tried to catch her...but she got away ..and.."
" Find her." Tombstone said flatly
" What...I.." Deadman began.
" FIND HER!!!" Tombstone roared,throwing his water pitcher across the room where it exploded like a bomb against the far wall.
The biker shifted in the bed,attempting to haul himself into a sitting posistion.
" Boss!! stop it man...your going to rip your stitches out.." Deadman said,rushing forward in an attempt to force Tombstone to be still.
" GET AWAY FROM ME!!!" Tombstone roared,launching a vicious punch into Deadmans face and knocking the biker sprawling backward onto the floor.
" Sh*t" muttered Deadman,tasting blood in his mouth and feeling his eye swelling shut,he leapt to his feet and yelled,spiting blood as he did.
" Stone!! You just got shot...you can't just go running out of here into the fething woods to find her!!" Deadman said,he spat more blood onto the floor " You try it...and you'll be dead in a few hours...and you fething know it!!"
Tombstone lay back in the bed,grasping his stomach,fresh pain had flared up like a white hot knife twisting in his guts.
Deadman looked at him,concerned " Stone!!...you OK?!"
Tombstone made a quick dismissive gesture " I'm fine" he growled in his throat.." I want her found man."
he said closing his eyes " She...isn't safe out there ."
" We'll figure something out Stone" Deadman said,wiping blood of his chin " But for now..I'm going find Buckley and get him to check you out."
Before Tombstone could protest,Deadman was out the door in search of the Doctor.
Tombstone lay back,closing his eyes tightly against the pain in his stomach and the fury that threatened to devour his brain.
I wonder if you'd mind if I RPed Hog arriving at the lumber camp?
I have an idea,but I didn't want to use one of your characters unless it was cool with you,it won't hold Hog up for long...he can back off after Keira in no time.
Hang on, hang on, I have yet to finish the event concerning Hog and Patrick, and you and ghosty have already moved the timeline forward to about 4AM in the morning on DAY 5. You all need to stop and wait for the rest of the world to catch up.
Darkvoidof40k wrote:Hang on, hang on, I have yet to finish the event concerning Hog and Patrick, and you and ghosty have already moved the timeline forward to about 4AM in the morning on DAY 5. You all need to stop and wait for the rest of the world to catch up.
That's fine Darko,but when you've finished the event...and when Hog heads for the lumber camp....I'd still like ghostys permission to use him in a quick RP before he heads of in search of Keira.
However,I'll hit the brakes for a bit and let everyone "catch up."
EDIT: 4 AM on day 5??....is that where we are in terms of "game time"?....I somehow thought it had been a bit longer than that,no matter...carry on.
Sure thing bro, just remember he's not a nice guy. He's the kind of person who'd gladly mash someone in the nadgers to get information. He'd hit a girl for a mistake, and pulverize someone's face into the floor because he took a disliking to them.
Not a nice person, but he cares for Keira quite a fair bit, as I'm sure you'll be aware.
ghosty wrote:Sure thing bro, just remember he's not a nice guy. He's the kind of person who'd gladly mash someone in the nadgers to get information. He'd hit a girl for a mistake, and pulverize someone's face into the floor because he took a disliking to them.
Not a nice person, but he cares for Keira quite a fair bit, as I'm sure you'll be aware.
Appreciate it bro, I'll definitely keep Hogs personality in mind when I do the write up.
Darkvoidof40k wrote:Yeah, it's about 9AM on Day 4 for Scrazza, Kais and sillyboy.. an' look what you two have done!
I think the three of us are waiting for an event. Let's hope the Pine Ville event happens soon.
Yeah, I kinda have to do that.
Apologies to everyone in the roleplay, first 'proper' week back at school isn't going very well so far, but I'm going to try and get all my Homework done today and tomorrow so that I can be free hopefully Wednesday and onwards to do events.
Darkvoidof40k wrote:Yeah, it's about 9AM on Day 4 for Scrazza, Kais and sillyboy.. an' look what you two have done!
Surely we haven't jumped that far ahead in time...
By my reckoning, Deadman and the Satans Servants finished up their deal with Robbie and the Snakes,who then left the camp heading back to Pine Ville,
Deadman and the others then visited Tombstone,learned about "the plan" and went to get some sleep,which I RPed had them dozing for approximately six hours,Deadman then woke (as RPed),and encountered Keira...she made her exit...and Deadman went and told Tomb,getting punched in the mug for his troubles....which is where I'm at (time wise) as of now.
So,as I calculate it...only 7 or 8 hours in game time have past since Robbie and the Snakes left the camp.
Darkvoidof40k wrote:Yeah, it's about 9AM on Day 4 for Scrazza, Kais and sillyboy.. an' look what you two have done!
What have we done?
Scrazza wrote:
I think the three of us are waiting for an event. Let's hope the Pine Ville event happens soon.
This ^^, We're all together.
There are red necks,that we don't know if we trust them. Robbie is upset, cause we fed rat to the zeds. Altough he helped . Also Dietn just discoverd that Helena is a russian spy.
And the zeds are slowly reforming and starting to track us.
Anyway, Fitzz jumped ahead by having his guys sleep for 6-7 hours, then ghosty made in the next morning when Keira ran away.
...That's just what I said...the bikers slept for about six hours,after talking with Tomb for about an hour....Deadman woke and encountered Keira who then skedaddled away...he then told Tomb...who punched him in the face and went back to being crazy....so that puts my last RP @ approximately 8 hours after Robbie and Company got their supplies and left the lumber camp.
Correct??...Now,I'll just sit patiently and waits for everyone's to catch up....this means you Darko...type type type go go go.
Hmmm, Time line dilemmas...what to do...what to do?
I've a fair few ideas rolling about in my head concerning a Hog/Tombstone "reunion.",The bikers getting "The Plan" in motion and a few ideas concerning Earl and his companions as well.
It gets interesting around page.. ugh.. 10? I dunno. Eventually me and some others just knicked that thread and turned it into a 'chillin' zone'. Much fun was had.
Excuse me, but I have to go and read that thread again myself. Memories..
Darkvoidof40k wrote:Yeah, it's about 9AM on Day 4 for Scrazza, Kais and sillyboy.. an' look what you two have done!
What have we done?
Scrazza wrote:
I think the three of us are waiting for an event. Let's hope the Pine Ville event happens soon.
This ^^, We're all together.
There are red necks,that we don't know if we trust them. Robbie is upset, cause we fed rat to the zeds. Altough he helped . Also Dietn just discoverd that Helena is a russian spy.
And the zeds are slowly reforming and starting to track us.
Could be fun
Well I do hope you save my skull-masked silently deadly self.
I SAVED YOUR LIFE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (Even if it was in your post...)
*Turns around and glares* "I may not understand that thing you did then with that thing on the thing.. with the..uh..thing..but..uh..I'm.. er.. where was I goin' with that one?"
Anyway, freshmeats, I mean players, go and claim that hill already!
Now, imagine you're all in an elevator. Then, instead of elevator music, you get elevator videos. Behold! All from my personally collection of awesome..
Thank you for travelling with Dark elevators, we hope you enjoyed the ride.
FM Ninja 048 wrote:just post up part of the event, give us SOMETHING to read? please
It's in the works. Mostly just editing ghosty's posts now, but at the end I'll add my own fun bits.
"Patience is a virtue,"
Also:
Yeah I get you're an outcast,
always under attack,
always coming last,
bringing up the past,
no one owes you anything,
I think you need a shotgun blast,
a kick in the as$,
so paranoid,
watch your back!
Oh my here we go,
another loose cannon,
gone bipolar,
slipped down couldn't get much lower,
quick sand's got no sense of humour,
I'm still laughing like hell!
You think that by crying to me,
looking so sorry,
that I'm gonna believe,
you've been infected by a social disease,
well then take your medicine!
I created the sound of madness,
wrote the book on pain,
somehow I'm still here to explain,
that the darkest hour never comes in the night,
you can sleep with a gun,
but when you gonna wake up and fight?
Voice of...
I'm so sick of this tombstone mentality,
if there's an after life, it'll set you free,
but I'm not gonna prophecy, your self-fulfilling prophecy!
You think that by crying to me,
looking so sorry,
that I'm gonna believe,
you've been infected by a social disease,
well then take your medicine!
I created the sound of madness,
wrote the book on pain,
somehow I'm still here to explain,
that the darkest hour never comes in the night,
you can sleep with a gun,
but when you gonna wake up and fight?
Voice of..
I created the sound of madness,
wrote the book on pain,
somehow I'm still here to explain,
that the darkest hour never comes in the night,
you can sleep with a gun - but when you gonna wake up, wake up and fight?
I created the sound of madness,
wrote the book on pain,
somehow I'm still here to explain,
that the darkest hour never comes in the night,
you can sleep with a gun - but when you gonna wake up and fight?
They continued on. Snyder didn't bother trying to remember how long - only that they continued to put more and more distance between them and the lumber yard. He gazed half-mindedly at the fuel dial, noticing that they were almost empty. "Sh*t," he muttered under his breath. "What?" Patrick asked, the pain in his voice evident. Snyder wondered briefly how Patrick had heard him, but he supposed that it didn't matter. Not much, anyway. "We're almost out of fuel," he replied. Patrick leant his head back against the headrest, closed his eyes and sighed uncharacteristically. "Then we will need more.. if we are to reach Snow," Patrick continued quietly.
Had it been anyone else, Theron would've commented on their 'powers of observation', but he bit his tongue - the man in the seats behind him was dangerous; and also the only man they could owe loyalty to now, besides each other. Honestly, he wasn't totally bought on that guy, but John had been willing to trust that man, for whatever reason, and he'd gone along with it. Things hadn't gone very well, and he wondered if he had made the right decision when he threw his cards in with Patrick. He shook his head. Whatever happened now, he had made his choice, and that was that, whether he liked it or not.
It was just at that point that he noticed something in the distance, and he squinted, noticing a shining reflection from the sun coming from the.. whatever it was.. that he had spied. "Hey Snyder," he began. "Yeah? What?" His friend replied sleepily. "What d'you make of that?" He said, indicating to where he was looking. Snyder squinted, looking into the distance, before replying, "eh, I'm not sure. But it's the first damn sign of anything we've seen since we left, so lets go for it."
Theron grinned. They just might survive.
--half an hour later--
They were very close now. The Hummer was slowing down now that it was approaching the gates to the compound. Mack kept them in his sights, looking through the telescopic scope of his L115A3 sniper rifle. His finger hovered over the trigger; he could end the lives of the two men in the front of that vehicle in mere seconds. But he wasn't in the habit of killing people just because they came too close. Nonetheless, they could not be left unchecked. He calmly put down his sniper rifle, and picked up his radio and spoke into it. "This is Mack, we've got a Hummer approaching the compound, might wanna send some of the boys out here," he said. "Understood," came Hardie's reply, "a team is on its way." Mack put down his radio, and returned to gazing at the approaching vehicle.
It was just about then that he noticed dozens of bullet-holes scattered all over the Hummer. He raised his eyebrows and instinctly put his hand on his holstered M9 without realising it.
The Hummer was battered and dusty from it's travel. It was also bore the scars of being used for what he could only describe as being used as target practice. It came to a halt in front of the gates. It seemed that most of the soldiers had been sent out to greet the second unexpected arrival of the day. Men and women were scurrying from their posts like ants to blockade the newcomer. Weapons were unholstered and aimed at the vehicle. Whoever was within the confines of that metal shell was either crazy, or desperate. Hog couldn’t quite make his mind up which it was.
From some unknown reason, Hog felt a chill run down his spine. Something wasn't right.
Hog leaned in next to Angel, who had strapped her helmet back on, and had drawn her weapons in anticipation. These soldiers weren’t taking any chances, and a vehicle barging it’s way towards their base of operations, without warning… well, Hog just prayed these mercenaries he’d fallen in with were pacifists.
“Who's in charge out of you lot?” He asked.
“Hardie is in command of us, if that’s what you’re asking,” she replied curtly, before focusing once again on the incoming vehicle. Convinced he wasn’t going to get anything else from her Hog leaned back against the building wall, and prepared to watch the scene unfold in front of him.
The leader, Hardie, had by now walked cautiously to the door on the left of the van, handgun held two-handed and always aimed straight at the head of the driver. Probably ex- military, judging by his actions. Very calm and calculating. Hell, judging by the uniforms, these guys could even be part of the US army for all Hog knew. But in an apocalyptic wasteland, in which scavenging was a means of survival, it was foolish to take anything on face value. Snapping back to the current situation, Hog observed the leader carefully lower his pistol to a less hostile position, and spoke into the vehicle. Something about what their business was, and why they were trying to get themselves killed. From the position he was in at the moment, it was impossible to see into the vehicle, but again, he felt something cold move through him. Whoever was in that Hummer probably weren’t here to make friends, especially when taking in the damage from the vehicle. Someone didn’t like them. Several someone's, apparently.
Judging by the continued conversation between Hardie and the newcomers, it was clear, at least to Hog that Hardie was stalling with unnecessary questions. But for what? There were easily enough men in position to obliterate the occupants of the van, several times over. As soon as this formulated in his mind, a woman appeared.
“Well blow my head off and f*ck me backwards,” Hog exclaimed quietly to himself. A year had passed, and yet Hog still remembered that face. Hell, he remembered those boobs too. But Hog was too polite to admit it. Especially when he was her guest. What’s more, he couldn’t remember where she was from. Hog, realising he may have been drooling just a bit, snapped out of it, and decided to scope out whoever was within the confines of the vehicle.
Three men slowly got out of the Hummer and assembled infront of their vehicle, arms raised. One man seemed fine, although he obviously was no more enthusiastic about having a dozen guns aimed at him. The second man was pale and looked sickly. Even as he looked out at the private army assembled in front of him, he clutched his shoulder, holding a thick knot of bandages in place. The third man was a mess. Hog had seen stab victims in his time, but this guy looked worse than most. Yet he was still conscious and alive, belying the massive personal reserves the man must be depending on. A lesser person would have died from the injuries. That said, he was looked like he was on his last legs, and tired. So very tired. Nonetheless, all three men maintained their composure, at least as best as they could.
"I request an audience with your leader,“ the third man demanded faintly. As the newcomer spoke, his cold grey eyes scanned the soldiers briefly. For a second, they rested on Hog, and they bored into him, as if he were looking into Hogs very soul, judging his entire life. Then they were gone, inspecting the rest of the soldiers.
The woman in charge of the soldiers moved forwards, seemingly gliding - her every movement graceful and perfectly delivered to emphasise her slender physique, yet in her cold eyes and a way she carried herself spoke of something hidden; something dark and as dangerous as venom. "I am right here," she declared in a strange, soothing tone, which also carried that undercurrent of dangerous vibes.
The third man hobbled forward to stand infront of his two accomplises, using the uninjured one for support. "We need help," he said simply.
The woman smiled. "Of course."
[edited for leaving in unnecessary writing by accident]
See that'd be a good thing to live by, but tragically, the spelling of through makes me want to stab that man in the back. With a Bowie knife. Maybe 11 times. Of course, I have no Illusions that it'll cause no permanent damage whatsoever, and He'll be right as rain in no time!
ghosty wrote:See that'd be a good thing to live by, but tragically, the spelling of through makes me want to stab that man in the back. With a Bowie knife. Maybe 11 times. Of course, I have no Illusions that it'll cause no permanent damage whatsoever, and He'll be right as rain in no time!
ghosty wrote:See that'd be a good thing to live by, but tragically, the spelling of through makes me want to stab that man in the back. With a Bowie knife. Maybe 11 times. Of course, I have no Illusions that it'll cause no permanent damage whatsoever, and He'll be right as rain in no time!
Wassat? Go back to whence you came?
Going.
Unneeded trolling, I don't know why you're still posting here if all you are going to do is...
ghosty wrote:FM! Kick up a fuss and whine alot, and Dark'll pander to your needs!
Okay a few things, I have classes now but I usually get off a little after 2pm. I also have a a high 100+ degree fever and couldn't be arsed to sleep thanks to coughing, headache, sore throat, general malaise, dry heaving, and being force fed nyquil.
Other reasons for me not posting anything IC: there's a "Green Hornet" marathon going on right now on the sci-fi channel. Then I'm watching the new Tosh.O and the new "Onion Sportsdome".
Fitzz, you have no excuse seeing as though the news is saying you've been snowed in for a few days. Wasting a perfectly good snow day by not posting on dakka, sheesh.
OOC:...
This RP takes place during the time period when the bikers were sleeping.
BIC:...
Earl and most of his group followed Jason through the lumber camp.
Lacey had slipped away with Keira( Bow Chikka wow wow-ghosty),in order for the Keira to familiarize her with the going ons at the med center and Carol had stayed behind to further discuss defensive measures in the camp with Halon,who seemed weary,but had humoured the woman none the less.
Earl had taking a distinct liking to Halon,even on short notice and with the man obviously not feeling well due to his injuries,Halon had been very gracious at their brief meeting and had basically agreed with Maces assessment of Earl and his companions.
" I'll show you were you can bunk down in a minute" Jason said to Earl,"But first I'm going to issue ya'll some weapons" he glanced at the .44 magnum holstered on earls hip " Well...more weapons" Jason laughed.
The group entered a small store house,which had been designated as the camp armoury,inside were dozens of automatic riffles,shotguns and SMGs,as well as a variety of hand guns.
Jason looked over the shelves and selected a Mossberg 500 .12 Gauge and an AR-15,he handed these to Earl along with a supply of ammo for both weapons.
"Keep one on you at all times" Jason said " Just in case."
Earl didn't feel it was necessary to inquire what "just in case" ment...he had been neck deep in "just in case" for over a year now.
Jason turned to David and eyed the boy " You know how to handle a gun son?" the man asked.
David lifted his shirt to reveal a snub nosed .38 revolver in his waistband.
" That was my back up piece." Earl said glancing at David " I passed it on to him...and I'll tell ya,the boys a hell of a shot."
Jason smiled and nodded ".38 huh,well take these." the man handed David a box of .38 caliber ammo " And..." Jason said scanning the shelves " Try this on for size." the man handed David an HK-MP5SD and a satchel containing four spare magazines " Just be careful...ok kid."
David nodded " I'm always careful...and don't call me kid..I'm David...ok?"
" Fair enough" Jason smiled turning his attention to Rachel " How about you Miss,can you shoot?"
Rachel laughed.." I'm from New York...what do you think?"
Jason shrugged.
" Yes." the woman said " I know how to shoot...but I lost my gun two days ago."
Jason raised an eyebrow.
" A Dead feth tried to get hold of her when she was...relieving herself" Earl said and begin to giggle " She came running out of the woods with her pants down screaming her head off."
Jason joined Earls laughter at the thought of this.
"I shot the walker that was after her...but we couldn't find her gun." Earl laughed harder.
" Whys that?" Jason said giggling.
" She threw it at the dead feth when she saw it." David chimed in.
The group burst into gails of laughter as Rachel stood rolling her eyes " Fine...yes..I threw it...Ha fething Ha...you going to give me a gun there chuckles are or you just going to stand around laughing with these two?"
Jason reached over and took down a 9mm pistol,a holster and 3 spare magazines and handed them to Rachel.
" Now" Jason said still smiling " You realize you can't just throw weapons away...we do have a limited supply."
The group burst into fresh laughter as Rachel flipped Jason the finger.
halonachos wrote:Okay a few things, I have classes now but I usually get off a little after 2pm. I also have a a high 100+ degree fever and couldn't be arsed to sleep thanks to coughing, headache, sore throat, general malaise, dry heaving, and being force fed nyquil.
Other reasons for me not posting anything IC: there's a "Green Hornet" marathon going on right now on the sci-fi channel. Then I'm watching the new Tosh.O and the new "Onion Sportsdome".
Fitzz, you have no excuse seeing as though the news is saying you've been snowed in for a few days. Wasting a perfectly good snow day by not posting on dakka, sheesh.
Just did a rather lengthy RP...I had to work my way through the "time line" restrictions Dark has placed on me ..
...And the news is very correct,Atlanta is a frozen wasteland,6-7 inches of snow + sleet and ice,which has brought the city to a stand still (we in the South do not deal with this sort of thing every winter),so...yup,we're pretty much snowed in until Friday when the expect things to start to thaw....although,I did make a valiant 4 block trek on foot to a corner store,which was thankfully open to get "supplies".
I live in Virginia where we have a grand total of 1 snow plow per city so I know your pain with the snow, luckily my parents are from Wisconsin and Rhode Island so my dad was doing spins in our pickup for fun and we went out to a sports bar to watch the Packers-Giants game.
As far as your "time-line" excuse, everyone knows time is circular.
caboose wrote:Time LINE...? Ehh, time isn't made out of LINES. It is made out of circles. That is why clocks are round!
halonachos wrote:I live in Virginia where we have a grand total of 1 snow plow per city so I know your pain with the snow, luckily my parents are from Wisconsin and Rhode Island so my dad was doing spins in our pickup for fun and we went out to a sports bar to watch the Packers-Giants game.
As far as your "time-line" excuse, everyone knows time is circular.
caboose wrote:Time LINE...? Ehh, time isn't made out of LINES. It is made out of circles. That is why clocks are round!
Ahhh...That makes perfect sense. ...now if I could just convince Darko of that.
halonachos wrote:Okay a few things, I have classes now but I usually get off a little after 2pm. I also have a a high 100+ degree fever and couldn't be arsed to sleep thanks to coughing, headache, sore throat, general malaise, dry heaving, and being force fed nyquil.
Other reasons for me not posting anything IC: there's a "Green Hornet" marathon going on right now on the sci-fi channel. Then I'm watching the new Tosh.O and the new "Onion Sportsdome".
Fitzz, you have no excuse seeing as though the news is saying you've been snowed in for a few days. Wasting a perfectly good snow day by not posting on dakka, sheesh.
ghosty wrote:See that'd be a good thing to live by, but tragically, the spelling of through makes me want to stab that man in the back. With a Bowie knife. Maybe 11 times. Of course, I have no Illusions that it'll cause no permanent damage whatsoever, and He'll be right as rain in no time!
Wassat? Go back to whence you came?
Going.
Unneeded trolling, I don't know why you're still posting here if all you are going to do is...
ghosty wrote:FM! Kick up a fuss and whine alot, and Dark'll pander to your needs!
"whine alot"
Anyways, I enjoyed Part-1 quite a bit.
Agreed.
@Ninja - You've been given a free character, what's the problem?
Falco thought about all that had happened in the last day or so. The way Rachel got left behind, now almost definately dead. How he got saved by this bunch of people that he doesn't know, before saving one of them himself. He wondered if he would ever get a day to relax. No zombies, no Russians, no ife and death situations. Just having his family back, and having a nice home to relax in.
He got so tied up in his thoughts he almost forgot that somebody had asked him a question. In fact it was the boy who he had saved.
"Well that would be-
"Me and Falco I suppose," Carter interupted, pointing at Falco. "As he's definately proved that he's got what it takes. I'm Carter."
"I'm Dietn," the boy replied. "Thats Robby, over there is..."
He started listing the names of other people in the truck, but Falco wasn't interested. He was just worried.
What is the super zombie he had seen in the store came ack? Or what if he encountered one like it? If he did, there wouldn't be much hope. He hoped he was never in one of those situations again. And he also told himself, that he would never take off his beloved skull mask again.
You should really read the Battle of The Mansion, Kais. Then you'd know the kind of power these things have.. not that it killed too many dudes if I recall, because someone cut its life short, but ah well. The potential was there .
Darkvoidof40k wrote:You should really read the Battle of The Mansion, Kais. Then you'd know the kind of power these things have.. not that it killed too many dudes if I recall, because someone cut its life short, but ah well. The potential was there .
Ah....but the one on the Highway,before our happy little group actually reached the Mansion....now he/she/it did some damage...particularly to poor Shadows skull.
@ Dark, It's not that I'm bothered with it that much, it's just that you've just plonked him down,no PM or anything,even though you have a full NPC list from me. I all ready have a completed crew for the two APC's with everybody having a role
FM Ninja 048 wrote:@ Dark, It's not that I'm bothered with it that much, it's just that you've just plonked him down,no PM or anything,even though you have a full NPC list from me. I all ready have a completed crew for the two APC's with everybody having a role
True. But I still don't see why you're complaining, everybody wants a sniper called Mack! Mack is a cool name! Snipers are cool! Snipers called Mack are even cooler!
In other words, you've been given a gift, and considering the imminent mini-war that will happen after the event, you're gonna need the reinforcements/meat-shields.
And for f*cks sakes, my computer seems to be buggy today, every 30 seconds or something it freezes up for 5 seconds-ish and then repeats. SOOOOO ANNOYING.
FM Ninja 048 wrote:@ Dark, It's not that I'm bothered with it that much, it's just that you've just plonked him down,no PM or anything,even though you have a full NPC list from me. I all ready have a completed crew for the two APC's with everybody having a role
Just replace "Mack" (?) with one of your established NPCs (Ranger) when you RP...bury the name "Mack" in your own words and it will die off.
ANd Darko...use one of Ninjas established NPCs in future write ups.
Here you go, Kais, the battle for the mansion starts proper. Although you might want to read back a few pages before to get a better idea of what's going on. Hell, you should read the whole thing! I know I will soon..
http://www.dakkadakka.com/dakkaforum/posts/list/1530/298491.page
FM Ninja 048 wrote:@ Dark, It's not that I'm bothered with it that much, it's just that you've just plonked him down,no PM or anything,even though you have a full NPC list from me. I all ready have a completed crew for the two APC's with everybody having a role
Darkvoidof40k wrote:
FM Ninja 048 wrote:@ Dark, It's not that I'm bothered with it that much, it's just that you've just plonked him down,no PM or anything,even though you have a full NPC list from me. I all ready have a completed crew for the two APC's with everybody having a role
True. But I still don't see why you're complaining, everybody wants a sniper called Mack! Mack is a cool name! Snipers are cool! Snipers called Mack are even cooler!
In other words, you've been given a gift, and considering the imminent mini-war that will happen after the event, you're gonna need the reinforcements/meat-shields.
FM Ninja 048 wrote:@ Dark, It's not that I'm bothered with it that much, it's just that you've just plonked him down,no PM or anything,even though you have a full NPC list from me. I all ready have a completed crew for the two APC's with everybody having a role
Darkvoidof40k wrote:
FM Ninja 048 wrote:@ Dark, It's not that I'm bothered with it that much, it's just that you've just plonked him down,no PM or anything,even though you have a full NPC list from me. I all ready have a completed crew for the two APC's with everybody having a role
True. But I still don't see why you're complaining, everybody wants a sniper called Mack! Mack is a cool name! Snipers are cool! Snipers called Mack are even cooler!
In other words, you've been given a gift, and considering the imminent mini-war that will happen after the event, you're gonna need the reinforcements/meat-shields.
Caution! It is now raining in Pine Ville and surrounding areas! The rain time travels so it still affects you, FITZZ.
In other words: flash flooding is a possibility.
Rain?....there was no mention of rain in the forecast... and certainly no mention of "time traveling rain"...are you certain you have your facts correct Darko?
Darkvoidof40k wrote:Here you go, Kais, the battle for the mansion starts proper. Although you might want to read back a few pages before to get a better idea of what's going on. Hell, you should read the whole thing! I know I will soon..
http://www.dakkadakka.com/dakkaforum/posts/list/1530/298491.page
ghosty wrote:And im sure if i were to do it, i wouldn't be biased towards the walking buffet that is Shadow.
No, of course you wouldn't.
ghosty wrote:Shadow gets eaten
Ghosty wrote:(again with the exception of dark, whose going to get eaten)
Ghosty wrote:We don't need to add an element of chance that someone will die just before the end (Shadow excluded, he's going dooowwwnnnn)
Ghosty wrote:I mean, all we'd need in theory, is a quick bit o' dialogue talking about people leaping into vehicles, and then we can all do our endings (again, shadow excluded, he's getting eeeten )
Ah ..those were some good times...and of course Shadow never did get eaten...he just ended up slightly brain damaged and wandering about aimlessly through the wasteland.
Ah ..those were some good times...and of course Shadow never did get eaten...he just ended up slightly brain damaged and wandering about aimlessly through the wasteland.
EDIT: @ Shas'ui
Shadow is delicious....
...
DO U WANT FRIES WID DAT?!!!?!?
Side orders.. fun stuff..
In all honesty, Scrazz 'n' co will love the event almost as much as I am enjoying dreaming it up.
You see...it was all part of an intricate plot device,whenever Shadow would fall asleep,Keira would baste and glaze him in a honey and butter sauce (with just a dash of brown sugar)...all part of her clever plan to attract the zombies to Shadow and away from the rest of the group...it would have worked to...except Tombstone kept licking the glaze off.
Without Shadow noticing, of course. However the idea of a man licking liquids off of another man is just.. not right, so I will refrain from actually imagining it.
Anyways, expect a few appearances from the Darkness soon enough..
you're only 14?
as I really have to go to sleep myself soon ) :
Uh-uh, FITZZ, no chance. If you're really joining ghosty in his, in my opinion, sad, disappointing and just plain stupid self-exile from the roleplay, then that's just a shame dude.
...Wait...your "coaching" people in the 
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