Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Uhhh ok , in fact are you sure that there has to be an event for us? I mean um, I am sure we can handle by ourslves, right guys.
*Nudges hard*
In other words...
Dietn pulls down Falco, and runs away. While screaming:
ghosty wrote:Ahh the memories. I wonder if Shadow will get munched down on in this one?
And it's not trolling if I started this zombie Roleplay craze!
Yeah...you did sort of start this whole zombie RP madness (at least on Dakka) many moons ago...hmm,not sure if I should thank you or throw a rock at your head.
Oh...Darko,...Caught in limbo over here...can't RP...pretty much stuck...waiting on events and RPs so I can actually do something...gogogo typetypetype.
Just in case there is ever a trivial pursuit for this series of roleplays, here's one of those useless, random yet mildly entertaining facts:
Darkvoidof40k named his first Fallout: New Vegas character Shadow. He made the dude look like a mug though. At least, until he found a cow boy hat and some shades..
FITZZ wrote: Oh...Darko,...Caught in limbo over here...can't RP...pretty much stuck...waiting on events and RPs so I can actually do something...gogogo typetypetype.
My PC seems to have picked up a virus at the minute, so.. unfortunately my services are unavailable.
And if you think I'm writing it on this thing, think again. Sure, I can type faster than a speeding train on it, but I would much rather be on ma big PC.
Hm.. firefox spell checker thinks 'ma' is a word. I suppose 'ma' as in 'mama' is a word.. whatever..
Oh, I got a laugh at the guy in the front on the left.
"Grandpa Tough Biker Man!"
The still is from a film called Hell Ride by Quentin Tarantino,the character your indicating is called "The Gent" played by actor Michael Madsen,the film it self is fairly goofy but a fun watch none the less,IIRC it was David Carradine (Kill Bill l &ll,Kung Fu..etc) last film before he died.
Standing by the flatbed? Huh? I'm totally at a loss as to what is going on for Scrazza's group right now..
Heads up for all of you, apparently I may have to go away for the weekend WHILST DOING ABOUT FIVE(!) ASSESSMENTS PLUS AT LEAST AS MANY OTHER PIECES OF HOMEWORK.
Believe me, I don't wanna go, nor do I want to do homework or assessments.. but we'll see.
One thing is for sure, I will definitely get the current event done either today, tomorrow or at the worst, Saturday. Well, if I'm here on Saturday. We'll see.
For the next few days and next week, I am going to be really tied up by no fault of my own. It's all because of school and parents.
Seriously, my mum wants me to go hundreds of miles with her to the 21st/18th birthday party of my cousins that I haven't seen for.. I dunno, must be like 10 years almost now or something.
Darkvoidof40k wrote:Standing by the flatbed? Huh? I'm totally at a loss as to what is going on for Scrazza's group right now..
Heads up for all of you, apparently I may have to go away for the weekend WHILST DOING ABOUT FIVE(!) ASSESSMENTS PLUS AT LEAST AS MANY OTHER PIECES OF HOMEWORK.
Believe me, I don't wanna go, nor do I want to do homework or assessments.. but we'll see.
One thing is for sure, I will definitely get the current event done either today, tomorrow or at the worst, Saturday. Well, if I'm here on Saturday. We'll see.
Darko...my dear dear friend..had you spent the time actually typing the "catch up event" that you have on typing the reasons you have yet to type the "catch up event"....we would already have the "Catch up event".
I say this in the nicest way possible...type up the "catch up event", I've been stuck in RP limbo for days and well..I'm growing impatient to continue with the story.
Darkvoidof40k wrote:Standing by the flatbed? Huh? I'm totally at a loss as to what is going on for Scrazza's group right now..
Ok, here we go:
Robbie went to the logging camp, to get some wood to rebuild the place. they drive to it with a truck.
Dietn and helena are in the shelter, getting swarmed. Waiting to get rescued.
Falco runs around and meets up with carter and Co.
Robbie gets to the logging camp. He gets what he wants, plus other supllies, ammo, pipebombs, meds, etc.....
The supplies are loaded on a flatbed.
this is a flatbed:
they head back to PV. Arriving there they noticed PV getting swarmed. they all hop in to the truck and save the guys in the shelter.
Rat dies. They drive out of PV, and hook up wit Falco and his gang.
They head back to the flatbed, to gather supplies.
There arrived, they jump out. everybody reloads except, helena who is forced to give her weapon back (she is still their prisoner), and the other saved survivors.
This is where we stand for the moment, waiting for the PV-event.
Darkvoidof40k wrote:Standing by the flatbed? Huh? I'm totally at a loss as to what is going on for Scrazza's group right now..
Heads up for all of you, apparently I may have to go away for the weekend WHILST DOING ABOUT FIVE(!) ASSESSMENTS PLUS AT LEAST AS MANY OTHER PIECES OF HOMEWORK.
Believe me, I don't wanna go, nor do I want to do homework or assessments.. but we'll see.
One thing is for sure, I will definitely get the current event done either today, tomorrow or at the worst, Saturday. Well, if I'm here on Saturday. We'll see.
Darko...my dear dear friend..had you spent the time actually typing the "catch up event" that you have on typing the reasons you have yet to type the "catch up event"....we would already have the "Catch up event".
I say this in the nicest way possible...type up the "catch up event", I've been stuck in RP limbo for days and well..I'm growing impatient to continue with the story.
You're stuck because you moved the timeline ahead so far, not because of me.
Darkvoidof40k wrote:Even if it's not the Pine Ville one? Meh...
For the next few days and next week, I am going to be really tied up by no fault of my own. It's all because of school and parents.
Seriously, my mum wants me to go hundreds of miles with her to the 21st/18th birthday party of my cousins that I haven't seen for.. I dunno, must be like 10 years almost now or something.
Believe me ,I'm in no way unsympathetic to the fact that "real life" happens,in fact I fully understand that real world issues take importance over some little RP thread.
However,since you are GM,I can only ask that you not leave us in a posistion which freezes the RP for a week.
I do my best, and if I am in fact placed in the position to freeze the roleplay because of the players' actions and inability to reasonably settle this whole incident in the first place, then none of this would be happening.
And believe me, I am in no damn mood to get into an argument with you right now.
Darkvoidof40k wrote:I do my best, and if I am in fact placed in the position to freeze the roleplay because of the players' actions and inability to reasonably settle this whole incident in the first place, then none of this would be happening.
And believe me, I am in no damn mood to get into an argument with you right now.
I fully realize that the dispute between myself and the others and Karon shook the RP up,and I'm not even attempting to excuse any of that,however from a strictly RP releated perspective,our disagreements had nothing to do with the characters in Pineville,so shouldn't have effected them in any way.
But,I'm not trying to argue here....PM me when everything is caught up.
FITZZ wrote: 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.
" Well" Deadman said softly to himself " I suppose I can walk over to the main office area and see what I can dig up in the files."
The biker opened his cabin door and stepped out into the rain.
EDIT:...To close the "Time Line" gap.
There,now there is only a small gap in time between when Robbie and his people left the camp and the time Deadman wakes up from his nap and runs into Keira.
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.
And just to back up, mine's had a cheeky bit of editing, so everything makes sense.
FITZZ wrote: 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.
....And this brings us to where we are now.
elapsed time...approximately 3 and a half to 4 hours total from the time Robbie and his crew drove away from the lumber camp headed back towards Pineville.
You guys didn't think that that was the end of the Karon/Ninja event, did you? I put part 1 for a reason.
Edit: You guys can still roleplay killing a bunch of zombies and if you feel like further inconveniencing your characters, that will make the event that much more badas$.
@ Scrazz...the Pineville Characters could always RP "heading for the lumber camp and encountering various obstacles",then Darko could drop his event on you...thus explaining the delay (4 hours) in your characters eventual arrival (if you make it here at all)...this way when/if your characters get to the camp...the whole "time line" syncs up.
EDIT: and also leaves some open ends for " Zombies right behind us" RP.
Darkvoidof40k wrote:There is no need for "zombies right behind us" because after the Pine Ville [or during] event the main plot will indeed start to unfold.
...But...But...Aren't there always zombies right behind us?...or just ahead of us...or..somewhere off to the imediate right of us?
Yes, and I for one am damned sick of it. Character interaction, people!
Edit: And lets not forget to the left of us.. unless that's the escape route.. although usually through or directly away from the zombies is the escape route.
Darkvoidof40k wrote:Yes, and I for one am damned sick of it. Character interaction, people!
Edit: And lets not forget to the left of us.. unless that's the escape route.. although usually through or directly away from the zombies is the escape route.
Well...I had planned for "to the left of us" to be an escape route....but now that you know it...the whole plan is fethed.
Darkvoidof40k wrote:Yes, and I for one am damned sick of it. Character interaction, people!
Edit: And lets not forget to the left of us.. unless that's the escape route.. although usually through or directly away from the zombies is the escape route.
Well...I had planned for "to the left of us" to be an escape route....but now that you know it...the whole plan is fethed.
The game was rigged from the start; the house always wins.
Darkvoidof40k wrote:Yes, and I for one am damned sick of it. Character interaction, people!
Edit: And lets not forget to the left of us.. unless that's the escape route.. although usually through or directly away from the zombies is the escape route.
Well...I had planned for "to the left of us" to be an escape route....but now that you know it...the whole plan is fethed.
The game was rigged from the start; the house always wins.
They shambled towards the old tree-cutting site, a few dozen of them, led by a single hulking beast with slavering jaws concealing fangs like daggers and with the strength to snap a man's back clean in two. One was smart enough to slip on the increasingly slippy ground as the downpour continued with no sign of slacking; clowds filling the sky as far as the eye could see.
"Oh come the f*ck on God," Deadman mumbled sadly as he reached for his gun, "give me a damn break dude!"
Oh I am enjoying these . This should get you moving, FITZZ!
Yes, I am rather evil. It comes with the status of GM.
They shambled towards the old tree-cutting site, a few dozen of them, led by a single hulking beast with slavering jaws concealing fangs like daggers and with the strength to snap a man's back clean in two. One was smart enough to slip on the increasingly slippy ground as the downpour continued with no sign of slacking; clowds filling the sky as far as the eye could see.
"Oh come the f*ck on God," Deadman mumbled sadly as he reached for his gun, "give me a damn break dude!"
Oh I am enjoying these . This should get you moving, FITZZ!
Yes, I am rather evil. It comes with the status of GM.
OOC:...Ah...but my dear Darko...have you so soon forgotten that our friend Deadman had prepared for just such a situation?
BIC:..
" Oh come the f*ck on God," Deadman mumbled sadly as he reached for his gun, "give me a damn break dude!"
The biker turned and ran for his cabin,keeping a watchful eye on the approaching walkers,particularly the big beastie,as he did,several times the biker slipped and fell in the deepening puddles of mud that were rising about the lumber camps ground.
" Mother Fething Hell" Deadman cursed as he finally reached the cabin and dashed inside,grabbing a small detonator from the dinning table.
From outside,Deadman heard the roar of shotgun and automatic weapons fire as others attempted to repel the advancing monstrosities.
The Biker leapt from his cabins steps,shouting as he ran " Down!!...all of you get the feth down!!"
Deadman took cover behind one of the tanks and locked eyes with the behemoth lurking beyond the fences " Feth you ..you ugly fething bit**!!" the biker said as he keyed the detonator for one of the clusters of homemade claymores he and the other bikers had positioned in the tree line the night before.
...for a brief moment,nothing happened...and Deadman feared that he had somehow wired the detonator badly...but seconds later several of the bombs exploded with an ear shattering force,the concussion knocking Deadman flat on his ass.
The force of the blast was spectacular ...the tops of trees were vaporized in a flash and thousands of ball bearings were sent hurtling at the walkers at thousands of feet per second.
OOC:....
These are basically the bombs Deadman has made...oh,and Robbie and his group have a few as well.
Dietn crawled on the hood of the truck, next to falco. "Thanks again for helping me, I'm dietn." Dietn streched out his hand, waiting for a handshake. The boy just looked at him.
"Uh, ok..... This is akward." Dietn said while he pulled his hand back. " So what's your name?...... "Well Skulley, hope you don't mind me calling you that. ..... Yep, I tought so."
Dietn looked at skulley, he couldn't read him. There was something about him, he just couldn't put his finger on it. It was like he knew him or something.
"You aren't the talky kind are you Skulley?..... Yeah, you're probably right what's there to talk about." Dietn watched Robbie and Carter seperating themselves from the group.
"What do you think they're up to, skulley....... You're right, if i want to know i will have to listen" Dietn jumped back of the truck.
"I liked talking to you skulley." he said walking towards Robbie. Dietn looked at Fox who was signing with Helena.
Fox noticed him looking at her. Dietn smiled and she smiled back. Suddenly he found himself in a good mood while he jumped right into the conversation with Robbie and Carter.
"So, what up guys?" Dietn said. The conversation went still, as they both looked at him. "Whoa, sorry to interrupt you're 'leader talk'." Dietn said while making air quotes. "But as I see it, I'm not really on one of your groups."
This makes me my own boss. And I Would like to know what's going on." Robbie spinned his eyes around. "Dietn, get out. you'll hear it like everybody else" "Nah, Let him stay" Carter said.
"I like this kid, he's got spirit, there ain't alot out there like him." "Hey, who are you calling a kid here?" Dietn said. Carter laughed. "No one is calling you that. But you're right, tell him Robbie"
Robbie started to explain where he got the supplies and that there were survivors there. "It looks like we have a place to crash then." "Well not exactly" Carter said.
"What's the problem then?" "Well, if we go there those zeds will just follow us" Carter said as he pointed at some zeds who started to stagger out of Pineville.
"They've caught our sent, and the guys at te logging camp won't be happy if we bring them to their doorstep." "Then what are we going to do?"
Robbie looked at him "Well there's only a piece of two hundred buggers out there, and we got a flatbed filled with some goodies."
Karon, how about you stop spamming the thread with pointless crap? I mean feth dude, I have you on ignore and even I am getting tired of your spam posts.
jp400 wrote:Karon, how about you stop spamming the thread with pointless crap? I mean feth dude, I have you on ignore and even I am getting tired of your spam posts.
Everyone is posting random pictures...see Fitzz for example. There is nothing wrong with it.
Instead of saying "I'm waiting patiently and am eager for the event", I post a picture of a sly cat, ready to strike on the unsuspecting event.....
An older teen stumbles out of the clearing. He holds a crowbar-looking thing with enormous butcher blades welded on it. He wears all black, including a leather jacket that drops to his knees. He holds the crow bar above his head. A closer look shows an teen whom resembles that strange Anime character...(L from deathnote) After looking at you, you see that, under his eyes, are moon-shaped cuts with three even cuts running down.
halonachos wrote:Am I free to RP? Just wondering because I'm about to just start RPing sheer awesome soon.
Of course, but I just assumed you were busy with exams or something recently.
Karon wrote:
jp400 wrote:Karon, how about you stop spamming the thread with pointless crap? I mean feth dude, I have you on ignore and even I am getting tired of your spam posts.
Everyone is posting random pictures...see Fitzz for example. There is nothing wrong with it.
Instead of saying "I'm waiting patiently and am eager for the event", I post a picture of a sly cat, ready to strike on the unsuspecting event.....
There's nothing wrong with it, but with the exception of the above, something like your last 4 posts have been similar pictures.
lord of the ghosts wrote:I Shall join!!!
Character:
Name: unkown...
Age:unknown...
An older teen stumbles out of the clearing. He holds a crowbar-looking thing with enormous butcher blades welded on it. He wears all black, including a leather jacket that drops to his knees. He holds the crow bar above his head. A closer look shows an teen whom resembles that strange Anime character...(L from deathnote) After looking at you, you see that, under his eyes, are moon-shaped cuts with three even cuts running down.
He doesn't do anything except stand there.
Actually it's pronounced "I would like to join," and then you're actually meant to use the character form in the OP. With that, your character is denied.
An older teen stumbles out of the clearing. He holds a crowbar-looking thing with enormous butcher blades welded on it. He wears all black, including a leather jacket that drops to his knees. He holds the crow bar above his head. A closer look shows an teen whom resembles that strange Anime character...(L from deathnote) After looking at you, you see that, under his eyes, are moon-shaped cuts with three even cuts running down.
Zombies will arrive regardless. But I'm trying to keep you all in one place for now. It will make it easier to destroy yo- I mean, um.. convenience you.. *shifty eyes*
Edit: I believe the more correct spelling would be skully. Also, did nobody get my F:NV reference?
I know . But I absolutely love 3's campaign.. oh the laughs we had (me and my friend)! The map with the two Scarab's was the best.. so many good times. I remember once, amongst about a million other funny things, we blew up a scarab and captain '[insert whatever his rediculous name was here]' was blown off the scarab only to land on the ground and be run over by a warthog controlled by some NPCs!
You can actually see Master Chief in the end of Reach.
Almost forgot
Spoiler:
If you have ever seen the total end of Halo 3 where the MC enters Hypersleep or whatever, you see his half of the ship going to a mysterious planet. Just think about that If you know what I am getting at, then just knw that I am not certain about this, but I have been told by people and it seems to make sense as at the end of Reach you see that 6's helmet is not facing 6's body, which was where it was set...
The thread/RP is starting to meander quiet a bit,and we all need to focus more on actual RP post....if one can't post an RP,then I'm reasonably sure that the rest of us are intelligent enough to ascertain that...buy your absence of an RP...you couldn't post one.,
Not trying to climb on a soapbox here ...but ..c'mon folks,let's get down to the business of Rping and working on telling an interesting story.
EDIT: Darko....what ever it is that you need to write for everyone to be "caught up" needs to get written ASAP...so everyone can get down to writing their RPs.
Name - 'That weird kid'
Age - 17
Height - 5'4"
Personality - Quiet
Appearance - Leather jacket with a white zombie face on the back. Black jeans with bigass zippers on them. Black combat boots (which he loves, mostly because they make a clompy sound!) [and moon shaped cuts below his eyes...]
Equipment - 6 REALLY big nails two (rusty) Iron rods and a crowbar-greataxe thing.
Skills - throws knifes well, and very artful...
Background/History - Ran away from home, and all that crap...
Other - keeps a small bag with hundreds of poems in it, most of them about his beloved 'Luna'...
lord of the ghosts wrote:Name - 'That weird kid'
Age - 17
Height - 5'4"
Personality - Quiet
Appearance - Leather jacket with a white zombie face on the back. Black jeans with bigass zippers on them. Black combat boots (which he loves, mostly because they make a clompy sound!) [and moon shaped cuts below his eyes...]
Equipment - 6 REALLY big nails two (rusty) Iron rods and a crowbar-greataxe thing.
Skills - throws knifes well, and very artful...
Background/History - Ran away from home, and all that crap...
Other - keeps a small bag with hundreds of poems in it, most of them about his beloved 'Luna'...
One of the NPCs is naow an PC!
Just no.
@everyone else - Don't worry, I'll write something up in a bit, but I've only just gotten up right now.
The thread/RP is starting to meander quiet a bit,and we all need to focus more on actual RP post....if one can't post an RP,then I'm reasonably sure that the rest of us are intelligent enough to ascertain that...buy your absence of an RP...you couldn't post one.,
Not trying to climb on a soapbox here ...but ..c'mon folks,let's get down to the business of Rping and working on telling an interesting story.
EDIT: Darko....what ever it is that you need to write for everyone to be "caught up" needs to get written ASAP...so everyone can get down to writing their RPs.
Jeez, dudes I was just replying to sillyboy's posts, as he was asking about us RPing and stuff, and I was replying by basically saying I will RP once an event has been done. Sorry if it was not clear but can you please think about whether I am replying to somebody else or not before youtry to lecture me about it.
Theron lazily picked himself up, blinking away his fatigue. He yawned, stretching his arms out wide. Damn, but these people had been mighty friendly towards them. Or maybe they just weren't much of a threat, either way, he was thankful. He got off of the cot and stretched once more. He noticed a carton of orange juice on a small table nearby, with a glass next to it. A note was there too. It read 'enjoy' and was underlined twice. He grinned to himself and poured himself some juice. Such a drink was a luxury nowadays, he reflected. He savoured the drink gratefully, but before too long it was gone. He smiled, and put the glass back down. He casually walked around, leaving the navy-style cots behind. Eventually, he found some showers. He quickly sniffed under his armpits and recoiled at the smell. Without another thought, he began to take off his shirt..
"What a mess, I honestly don't know how he was still breathing when he arrived and I'm even more surprised that he survived the last six hours," said Fixer. "I know," replied Angel, "it's a miracle he survived, although if he looks after himself properly then he should make a full recovery, eventually."
"True, but, it's disturbing, isn't it?"
"What?"
"All those.. piercings," Fixer grimaced, glancing at the almost fully-naked man with unruly ginger hair on the medical bed behind him. Angel just nodded, a shudder rippling down her spine as she remembered having to look at those, those things the whole time they'd worked on him. "Well, he should be awake in a few hours, but until then, we should check him over again."
That's all I have time for right now, but I'll get it finished later.
Robbie stood on the truck explaining wath the plan would be. "Does everybody understands what we are going to do?......Okay, then we only need volunteers to play as bait"
It remained still as everybody just watched each other, hoping someone would volunteer. After some nervous moments Dietn raised his hands.
Robbie sighed " Nobody?..... Sorry dietn, but you're not going" he said. "Yerith, start the truck." "Sure thing boss" Yerith said as he crawled into the truck.
"You know wath to do Carter." "Yea, no problem. Just don't get yourself eaten." "I will, do my very best." Robbie laughed as he jumped onto the truck. "Lets go Yerith!"
Carter watched as the truck drove into Pineville, he hoped it would work. "Ok, Tank, Kat, Jorge Let get those explosives of the flatbed and into the field. Hurry up!"
"And the rest of you, gather weapons and ammo, and then wait for the sh*t to go down"
Dietn watched as some guys from Carters gang were running on to the field, their hands filled with explosives. "Lets hope they know what they are doing." he tought.
After some searching he found an old hunting rifle. "This will do." Dietn layed himself next to Fox beneath the flatbed.
They didn't say anything to each other as they watched one of carters guys running down the field. connecting the bombs with some wire.
Dietn listend as the sound of an engine started to roar, Robbie was coming. Dietn looked down his sight waiting until the zeds came.
Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Sorry about the outburst guys. I did'nt think before I typed, and I know it wasn't needed.
No need to apologize...everyone has moments of irritation,and truthfully I wouldn't even consider what you wrote an "outburst",no worries man.
I do however stand by my initial point that we ALL need to do more RPing,but realize that it isn't always a possibility for everyone...myself included.
Falco, walked over to the thier supplies and took some ammo for his Barrett and his M9. Then he walked back to join Jun at thier sniping position as it was thier duty to try and pick off the stronger zed targets at long range.
"Finally, you have joinedme, friend," Jun said to Falco when he saw him. " Just take up position and we'll wait for those zeds to come. I trust you have enough sniping skills?"
"Yes, I have, now lets just keep a lookout for hostiles. They should be on thier way."
"Agreed."
Falco took up his positions, and looked through the sights of his Barrett. At first there was nothing but then he saw a zed out of the corner of his eye.
"Here they come! Aim for the head, shoot to kill."
"Uhhh, acknowledged, or whatever," he heard Dietn reply.
Falco heard the same sort of reply from everybody.
Darkvoidof40k wrote:By the way, I'm actually writing part 3 already. Should be the last part, with any luck.
So...will part 3 bring everyone into the same "time line"?...and we can all once again RP?
Incidentally....I left my "claymores to the face" RP a bit open ended...So...Did they (the pipe bomb claymores) manage to stop the uber zombie you tossed at the lumber camp?...or do you have more to add there?
After Theron had finished drying himself off from his shower and gotten dressed, he had been ordered to follow the man he now knew was called Hardie. Hardie led him down a short hallway and eventually taking a right, pushing a wooden door open. Inside was what looked like the mess hall, although it was anything but messy. About a dozen men sat scattered around the three tables, most in small groups but one or two just sitting on their own. Hardie led him to the far end of the room, where a small table was, with the women who was apparently in-charge was sitting and carefully eating some food. She did not glance up at their arrival, and merely continued to eat casually. Hardie looked at Theron and said "sit."
Theron wasn't about to argue and sat down on the wooden chair opposite the woman, who still did not look at him. Hardie just stood to attention. He wasn't exactly sure what he was suppost to do, so he just sat there quietly. A few minutes later, a young man in a soldier's uniform brought over a plate with a fork and knife and placed it infront of Theron. The man looked at him expectantly, so Theron looked slowly down at the food infront of him as a tantalizing scent reached his nose. His eyes widened at the Bacon and fried egg infront of him. He immediately picked up the fork and began tucking into the food. "Mmm, delicious, complements to the chef!" he said happily through a mouthful of food. Hardie raised an eyebrow at his manners, before turning to the other soldier. "Thank you, Tango, your meal is clearly sufficient as ever," Hardie said. Tango nodded before turning and walking off.
Only when both they had both finished eating did the woman acknowledge him. "I take it you enjoyed the meal?" She asked, her voice as soothing to his ears as the meal had been to his stomach. "Yes," he nodded hastily, "it was amazing compared to the kind of stuff we've been eating recently."
"And just what exactly have you been eating recently?" She asked.
"Recently as in the past year, war rations."
"That's it?"
"Yes, unfortunately," he grumbled.
"Well, that is indeed a shame. By the way, my name is Jennifer," she said in that lovely voice of hers. Trying not to dissapoint, Theron seized his reserves of charm and replied, "I'm Theron. My friend is called Snyder, and the cap'n is Patrick. Where are they, if you don't mind me asking?"
Jennifer smiled, "everything is in hand, your friends have been treated and are in the care of my medics. You have nothing to fear from us."
"Well that's a relief," Theron grumbled, but hoping he hadn't sounded insulting added, "of course, your greatly appreciated hospitality had already shown me that."
Again, that smile. It was then that he noticed the enticing aroma coming from the woman, and couldn't help his gaze drop below her head momentarily. He quickly recovered from his natural 'man-thoughts' and looked back at Jennifer's face. She still smiled but her eyes shouted annoyance. "You, uh, you smell nice," he said, attempting to complement her.
"Yes, I do," she said, seeming rather impatiant all of a sudden. "Thank-you," she added.
Theron figuratively shrugged his shoulders and resolved to learn as much as he could, "is there something you wished to discuss with me?"
"Indeed there is, Theron," Jennifer replied. "For a start, where did you come from, how did the hummer get all those bullet-holes and why are your two friends so dearly injured? I'm assuming that the answer to all of those questions will be the same." Her tone, though seemingly the same, seemed to now have an undercurrent threat - an almost undetectable ice-cold warning that he had better play ball. Theron was suddenly acutely aware of Hardie's hand resting on the holstered pistol at his side. A few nervous trails of sweat began to trickle down the back of his neck.
"We, uh, we were escaping," he began, "from a group we were traveling with."
"A large group?" Jennifer interrupted.
"Uh, yes, quite sizeable, lots of guns if that's what you're asking."
"And where were you going?"
"Well, we were all fleeing from our previous hold-out, a hotel, because the undead had swamped it.. after a whole damn year of living there," he remembered bitterly.
"Where did your group get to?"
"A lumber yard, outside of.. of what's left of Pine Ville. Near here, actually."
Jennifer nodded, as if to suggest she knew exactly what he was talking about. To be honest, she probably did.
"We arrived there early this morning," having said that, he glanced at his watch, noticing that it was about 1PM. "And we cleared out all the undead there, and only lost a few men in the process."
"And why did you leave?"
"Because," he replied, "the rest of the people there decided they didn't like the cap'n, and we lost two other men."
"So, you mutinied?"
Theron thought for a minute, "well I was just following orders.." he began, but Jennifer cut him off harshly, "you either did or you didn't!"
He jumped slightly, taken aback. "Yes, we did," he gulped. "The current leader of the group had become a bit unstable, and the cap'n seemed like he knew how to handle things, and we decided that he should take Halon's place, but the others were already trying to kill him."
Jennifer was now staring at him intently. "What did you just say?" She asked, her voice intense. Theron wasn't exactly sure what she was asking, so he just replied, "the others were already trying to kill the captain."
"No, the name of your leader, what did you say?"
"Oh, the leader? Halon, why? Do you know him?"
Jennifer exhaled heavily, "yes," she paused momentarily, "we're old friends. And who wouldn't want to help an old friend get on their way?"
"You're going to help him?" Theron asked.
"Yes, of course. Help him on his way as quickly as possible," she grinned. He wasn't sure exactly what she meant by that, and frankly he didn't care, but it was only now that Theron realised Hardie had left them as he began shouting orders at the soldiers who were eating.
Jennifer looked at him. "You know, you can enjoy this kind of meal every day if you want," she said, indicating to his plate. Theron thought for a minute, then replied, "no thanks, like you said, we've all gotta help old friends so I've gotta stick with mine." She just nodded. "Very well. You may refill your vehicle with fuel from our tankers and take a few boxes of MREs, then be on your way."
It was as if she had read his mind. "Thank you! And thanks for the meal," Theron replied. Jennifer got up. "Whatever. Now go about your business before I have you shot," she called over her shoulder. Theron was startled by that, but she turned around briefly, and grinned before walking off.
Theron didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
But Hog felt like doing both, and he moved out of the shadows near the end of the room and walked off. Halon was alive. So it was possible that some of the Servant's were still with him. He rushed off to find his ride.
Right, Patrick has been treated/operated on, Snyder has had the bullet removed, and they can have the fuel and MREs as mentioned. But Snyder and Patrick are VERY WEAK. Doing just about anything will result in bad news.
But Theron's okay, and try not to make him as negative as Patrick, eh Karon?
Wouldn't Jennifer had already known Theron was one of Halons men when he mentioned they had fled the Hotel?
Since Jennifer and her men had already been at the Hotel and knew who was there and that Halon was in charge of the operations at the hotel,I'd have assumed upon discovering Theron was part of "the group fleeing the Hotel",Jennifer would already have a good idea exactly who he had been with...and would then only been interested in where to find them.
The force of the blast reverberated through the lumber camp forcing dozens to cover their ears as they dove for cover.
In the Med center Tombstone turned rapidly in the direction of the explosion.." What the feth!" the biker shouted,again trying..yet unable to get up from his bed.
Deadman cautiously peered from around the tank,a thick haze of smoke drifted on the opposite side of the fence where the walkers and the super beast had been.
" Are they dead?" a voice shouted from behind one of the buses " Are they fething Dead!?"
" They were dead when they fething got here!" Deadman shouted " Now shut the feth up and give me some cover!!"
The man,Jason..Deadman believed his name was,popped up from behind the bus and raised his weapon advancing slowly to the fence line.
Scratch and Cutter appeared,weapons raised,looking slightly confused..but ready to fight none the less " What the Feth happened!?" Scratch asked sighting his weapon in the direction of the smoke.
" Walkers" Deadman said peering into the haze, " couple dozen of 'em...and one of those big fethers too."
" Good thing we strung them claymores" Cutter mused.
Deadman nodded.moving cautiously closer to the fence.
A clawed hand the size of a Christmas Turkey reached from the smoke and grasped the fence.
" Feth me!!" Scratch yelled firing a sustained burst from his AK-47 towards the dim shape in front of him.
The Clawed hand spasmed,tearing at the chain link fence.
Cutter leveled the AA-12 in the direction of the creature and opened fire,the roar of the automatic shotgun deafening .
The group stood silently reloading their weapons quickly,waiting for the smoke to clear enough to see if the creature was indeed dead.
Phase one of Tombstones plan is about to take shape.
BIC:....
The moments drug by,and tension amongst the assembled group ran high,but eventually the cloud of smoke from the claymores detonation cleared and Deadman could see that the improvised explosives had indeed preformed excellently.
The majority of the walkers had simply been vaporized,an arm or leg were scattered here and there,but for the most part all that remained of the zombies was a huge reddish brown mass of indistinguishable mush.
The super beast had faired slightly better...it's entire lower half,from the chest down had been obliterated and most of it's left arm was gone,however it to was quite dead,the sustained barrage of gunfire had blasted most of it's head away.
Deadman tuned to Cutter.." Let's get one of those Bulldozers and drag that big fether away from the camp...I'll reset some claymores in case more of those bastards show up."
Cutter nodded " You know they will....once one bunch turns up...another isn't going to be to far behind.
Several moments later,the bikers and a half dozen of Halons men were outside the fences,several large chains had been hooked into the super beast and attached to the rear of one of the camps Bulldozers and Deadman watched as Cutter used the big earth mover to drag the remains of the mutated creature away into the woods.
The biker shook his head as he fixed a fresh batch of claymores into the trees " So much for a quiet day." he laughed to himself.
A startled yell came from the bikers right and he glanced down quickly to see one of Halons men stumble backwards and raise his weapon...a walker...well now it could only be referred to as a dragger..was pulling itself through the foliage towards the man.
Deadman thought quickly "Hold fire!!..Hold Fire!!" he yelled leaping down to the ground and rushing over to where the man stood weapon raised.
" What?...why?" The man asked puzzled.
" Just hold up...I have my reasons." Deadman said absently as he stared at the zombie.
The walker had been a recently fresh kill,dead for perhaps only a few weeks...Deadman smiled...it would do nicely.
As Cutter returned from dumping the super beast,Deadman rushed to the bulldozer and snatched a long spiked logging poll from the machines storage.
Advancing on the zombie as it drug itself along the forest canopy,Deadman examined the walker,it had been a young woman,and had obviously just turned...only been one of the walking dead a few weeks at most,it had been caught in the explosion when Deadmans claymores went off,but apparently been near the rear of the horde,it's lower legs were gone..and several ball bearings had passed through it's body....but yes...it would do just fine.
Deadman drove the sharpened hook through the walkers shoulder and begin dragging the ghoul back into the camp.
" What the feth do you think your doing with that thing!!" Jason shouted at the biker as he drug the thrashing walker into the camp.
" Just shoot the damn thing in the fething head!" The man yelled "Why are you bringing it in here?!!"
Deadman turned towards Jason,handing him the lumber pole..." Here..hold on to this..tightly" the biker said laughing.
Startled,the man almost lost his grip on the pole,but quickly grasped it and forced the zombie to the ground " What the hell are you doing?!!....Are you crazy?!!" he bellowed as Deadman rushed towards one of the storage sheds.
" Feth this." Jason said drawing his pistol and aiming it at the zombies head.
" Don't fething shoot it!!" Deadman yelled,appearing from the storage shed,in his hands he carried a welding mask,some gloves and a large hammer.
" I told you" Deadman said "We have plans for this little lady."
Jason watched as the biker slipped the heavy gloves and welding mask on " Turn her over" Deadman said.
" Huh?" Jason replied confused.
" Turn...the...dead...feth ...over" Deadman repeated " On her back."
Jason did as he was told,but continued staring at the biker as though he'd gone mad.
" This should make handling her a bit safer" Deadman said as he lifted the hammer and smashed it into the thrashing zombies mouth ,shattering it's teeth...several powerful blows later and the walkers mouth was a pulped destroyed mess...it's lower jaw completely gone.
Deadman tossed the hammer aside and shook off the bloody gloves..he raised the face shield of the welding mask and smiled at Jason " That should keep her from getting bitey."
The biker snatched the pole from the stunned mans hands and begin dragging the mutilated walker towards the med center.
" Fething crazy" Jason whispered "all of them are fething insane."
Deadman reached the doors of the Med Center and kicked the door as hard as he could to attract the attention of those inside.
Dr. Buckley was first to appear at the door and the man recoiled as he saw what Deadman had impaled on the pole he held tightly in his grasp.
" Just what is it you intend to do with that?" Buckley asked with a look of disgust on his face.
" Well.." Deadman answered " That's the kicker Doc...what I intend to do with it is extract some of it's blood....and you my friend are going to help me." the bikers smiled never faltered but took on a dangerous light.
"..Help you?" Buckley stammered " My boy...are you insane?!"
Deadman tilted his head,as if considering the Doctors question and then nodded " Yes...I think I am...I know that if you don't help me do this...I'll shoot you right here and now."
" This...this is how you repay a man after they've saved your friends?" Buckley said,his face turning a brick red shade.
" Doc." Deadman answered " I can't thank you enough for saving my friends...now...are you going to help me ...or not?"
" I suppose I have no choice." Buckley sighed.
Partll....
Cutter and Scratch joined Deadman inside the Med Center,and Together they managed to lift the mangled grasping ghoul onto a metal examination table and securely strap it down.
" You boys must understand the toxicity of these creatures blood." Dr. Buckley spoke " If their blood enters your blood stream your done for...there is no cure,this is why the infection spread so rapidly,the virus is contained in these creatures bodily fluids...in their saliva..wich makes their bite 100% fatal and of course in their blood."
Deadman nodded "That's what we're counting on Doc."
Buckley tilted his head puzzled.
" Like you said...if these things blood gets into someones body....they die."Deadman said " We plan to make sure that this things blood gets into someones body...repeatedly."
Buckley frowned " A weapon?....that's...that's inhuman...why would you wish to do that to anyone?"
Scratch smiled " Lets just say we have someone who has proven difficult to kill...we just want to make sure that even a flesh wound is fatal the next time we meet."
Buckley nodded " It certainly would be...not that I approve of what it is you propose to do mind you.
" We understand Doc" Deadman said " ..and just to put your mind at ease...we won't be using this in the camp."
" Thank god for that" Buckley said as he carefully inserted a needle into the creatures arm and filled a vial with it's blood " There...that's approximately two ounces of blood..I feel that should..."
" More." Deadman said " We need a lot more."
Buckley sighed and filled another vial.
" So tell me Doc" Deadman said as he watched the Doctor fill yet another tube " What do you know about Chlorine gas?"
When Buckley had finished extracting several vials of blood from the zombie which was strapped to the examination table,Deadman stepped forward and raised his pistol,pointing it at the ghouls head.
Buckley waved his hands frantically " My boy...please...no shooting in my Hospital if you please."
Deadman nodded and slipped his pistol back into it's shoulder holster,he quickly drew a large trench knife from under his jacket and drove the foot long blade into the zombies forehead.
The creature convulsed on the table for a moment and was then still.
Deadman looked at Scratch and Cutter " Cut that fething thing loose and take it out and burn it." the biker said.
" Please...wear these" Dr.Buckley said tossing the bikers handfuls of sterile examination gloves " Do be careful."
The bikers nodded and went about the business of disposing of the corpse.
Dr. Buckley turned to Deadman, " Now...you were inquiring about Chlorine gas?"
Deadman nodded.
" Absolutely deadly." Dr Buckley said " I've only encountered it's affects once...a chemical leak at a factory near the Hospital I was chief of staff at many years ago."
Deadman leaned closer to the Doctor,taking in every bit of information he could.
" The effects are horrid." Dr. Buckley continued " It literally cooks the lungs...a single inhalation can cause permanent damage...even brief exposure is deadly."
Deadman smiled.
" I suppose this information is to be used along with that infected blood?" Dr Buckley said.
Deadman nodded.
Dr. Buckley sighed and continued,passing on everything he knew about Chlorine gas and it's possible means of delivery to the Biker.
These weapons might not be just used against their intended target, eh FITZZ? What's more, if someone gets hit, survives and they don't know about the special ammo, they'll eventually turn on their friends.
Oh yeah, Patrick's body armour is pretty much useless to him now and is hence discarded.
Darkvoidof40k wrote: These weapons might not be just used against their intended target, eh FITZZ? What's more, if someone gets hit, survives and they don't know about the special ammo, they'll eventually turn on their friends.
Why do we just keep giving him ideas! _______
Rp:
Dietn waited. His hand nervously holding his hunting rifle. "Why does it take so long" he tought. He watched tank connecting the last explosives. This would give a massive bang.
Suddenly he heared Skulley shouting. "Here they come! Aim for the head, shoot to kill."
"Wow, so it does speaks?" Dietn tought "Uhhh, acknowledged, or whatever." Dietn replied. He watched the field, looking for zeds. After some time he spotted one, trying to crawl out of a window.
Dietn aimed for his head, But before he could pull the trigger he heard fox firing. "That's one for me!" she said. "What?!!... That ain't fair. That was my kill" "So you're going to cry now?" she laughed.
"Nah you're going to cry when I take them all down" "That's some very big talk for you" "Because it's true." "Yea right, I believe you" she said sarcastacly. "Well then, let us make it interessting then, shall we?" "What do you have in mind?"
"Well, if i kill more zeds then you, I get .... a kiss." Fox laughed "Like that's going to happen!" "Wait did I hear a chicken" he said while making chicken noises. "Oh you're so one, but if I win I get you're bottle of brandy. .... Yes I searched your backpack." Fox said with a evil smile. "Ok, let's go then." Dietn looked down his sight hoping he would win the bet."
Fox looked at Dietn searching for more zeds. "It wouldn't be bad to lose the bet" she tought. "But, too bad for him, The brandy was to tempting. I'm going to win this bet."
*In obnoxious Narrative voice*
But who will win? Will fox get some brandy or will Dietn win his first kiss, stay tuned. Same zombie channel, same zombie time.
Helena and Alexi sat together in the flat bed. With everyone busy and distracted it made a good time to escape. However, with so many zombies roaming around, and with her injuries she would be hard pressed to make it back to the Russian enclosures.
She resigned herself to more watchful waiting and continued to try and learn as much as she could from those around her.
She could hear Dietn and fox betting over who would kill the most zombies. Dietn sounded like a sweet kid, though she saw how he reacted to her when he was told she was a prisoner... perhaps she could win him around by continuing being nice to him...
Falco kept aiming and shooting down the approaching zombies, hardly ever missing a shot. He was doing quite well, until he heard a cry of pain quite close to him. He turned around, and saw Jun, being mauled by two zombies.
"How the f**k did they get past? Must've gone around the sneaky bastards, but they are hardly ever that smart. Must've been from a different group or whatever behind us." he thought as he rushed over to lend Jun a hand.
"Help over here!"
Falco ran over, put his sniper away, and took out his M9 and his knife. One zombie turned around and saw a glimpse of Falco just before the blade was plunged deep into his face. Then Falco turned to the other one, stabbed it in the back, and then shot it in the face just as it turned to look at him.
"Jun!"
"I'm done for my friend, they managed to get in a lucky *cough*... bite."
"Oh s**t!" Falco turned to look at the others repelling the zombies, and he shouted to them. "Somebody hurt over here!!!"
Darkvoidof40k wrote: These weapons might not be just used against their intended target, eh FITZZ? What's more, if someone gets hit, survives and they don't know about the special ammo, they'll eventually turn on their friends.
Oh yeah, Patrick's body armour is pretty much useless to him now and is hence discarded.
Yeah, I fully expected some sort of "accident" to occur during at least one shooting phase....in the hopes of avoiding a Kennedy like "magic bullet" the bikers won't be locking and loading the "special ammo" until it's appropriate to do so.
EDIT...Not that it will matter...since I'm certain someone is going to end up getting hit that wasn't meant to be.
Deadman sat back in a chair and listened attentively as Dr. Buckley discussed his experiences treating the victims of Chlorine gas.
" There were six of them who arrived at the hospital alive" Buckley said " Four men had died at the scene,as I was told a filtration system failed at the chemical processing plant,and the men were caught in a substantial cloud of Chlorinated vapor...the four men who expired on scene apparently found themselves caught in the worst of the vapor...they died in minutes."
Deadman nodded " and the ones that made it to the Hospital?"
" Of the six...two survived" Buckley said " and ...they had of course sustained seriously debilitating injuries ...blistering of the lungs...the throat...in one case permanent loss of sight."
Deadman nodded.
" Attempting to weaponize gas...as I'm sure your planning..is nothing new" Buckley shook his head " My Grandfather told me tales of his experiences during World War one...Mustard Gas attacks...there is a reason that sort of barbarism was outlawed by the Geneva convention you know."
" I'm not going to discuss morality with you here Doc" Deadman said " Just the mechanics "
Dr. Buckley looked sadly at the biker and shook his head again " Son...Morality it seems..is a lost virtue in these times..I'll tell you what I know."
Deadman listened carefully as Buckley described just how Chlorine gas could be converted into a weapon,it's possible means of delivery and the safety guidelines that above all must be adhered to.
When Buckley had finished his tutorial,Deadman rose from the chair.
" Thanks Doc." the biker said " for everything."
Buckley laughed " That's the first time I've ever had a man thank me for providing him with the seeds for his own damnation."
Deadman stared at the Doctor for a moment and exited the room,anxious to speak to Tombstone about everything that had transpired.
Hog had listened quietly to the conversation between Theron and Jennifer,connections from the past year falling rapidly into place inside the bikers head.
He sat back mulling the situation over,clearly he'd need to get away from here..make his way to the logging camp and warn his brothers there.
For a brief moment,Hog entertained the idea of simply making a stand here...he was no stranger to killing with stelth...perhaps...if he were careful he could do enough damage to the men here to monkey wrench any plans they may have...but...no...he'd just end up getting himself killed...he knew that much...still...he could try...something.
Later,when he was certain he'd not be observed,Hog made his way to the rear of the perimeter wall,he'd taken the time to pack a rucksack of supplies and acquire an M4 riffle and ammo as well,the biker crouched at the wall.." I have to move quickly" he thought " Get someplace and hot wire a car...with luck..I'll be to the lumber camp by nightfall."
The biker glanced at the wall, " Not to tall." He thought " gone over higher running from the cops" he laughed,a moment later Hog muscled an empty oil barrel over to the wall and seconds later was dropping over to the other side.
" I should blow a fething hole in this " He thought " Just to let the walkers get these bastards"
Hog quickly decided not to bother and make his way to the lumber camp as quickly as he could.
Yeah, hog walked to my camp, and that hole will porably be found soonish, im not going to bother that it had intended to be a wall, some soliders will find it when they discover hog's gone.
FM Ninja 048 wrote:Yeah, hog walked to my camp, and that hole will porably be found soonish, im not going to bother that it had intended to be a wall, some soliders will find it when they discover hog's gone.
not sure how i'm gonna patch it up though
Was the camp completely walled in?....if so I'll go back and do a quick rewrite.
It is actually an 8ft (or was that 8 metre?) high brick wall. Says so in the OP, so technically you should do some editing FITZZ.
No, infact you must do some editing. If you want a hole just find some explosives, make 'em go boom then ride somethin' outta there. [edit: like perhaps an amtrack? )
Darkvoidof40k wrote:It is actually an 8ft (or was that 8 metre?) high brick wall. Says so in the OP, so technically you should do some editing FITZZ.
No, infact you must do some editing. If you want a hole just find some explosives, make 'em go boom then ride somethin' outta there. [edit: like perhaps an amtrack? )
NO stealing the tanks, we've not left the keys in them
and 8ft, just enough so the Osprey could land without cliping it's wings
you could just walk out the front gates, nobody would stop you, as long as you closed them behind you.
Darkvoidof40k wrote:"Hah! I didn't close the gate bitches!" Hog roared with laughter.
Mack put a bullet between the mans' eyes with his sniper rifle before Hardie ran Hog over repeatedly with an Amtrack.
Then Patrick appeared and ate Hog's corpse.
Unfortunately for Patrick...Hog was toxic from all of the alcohol and drugs he had ingested in his many years of partying as a biker...and Patrick died an slow agonizing death from ingesting the bikers corrupted flesh.
Body armor is gone, Patrick is basically a vegetable for the time being, and Snyder isn't in any condition to do much of anything.
I intended to RP yesterday, but the missus wanted to spend some time together. Will get to it today, which will basically consist of me dragging my ass out of the encampment with the help from the soldiers, and into the car, and drive off with some witty remarks from Jennifer to Patrick.
Hog rapidly made his way though the surrounding woods,coming out on a secluded back road about two miles from the base behind him.
The biker leaned against a tree and caught his breath,he still hadn't fully recovered from his long trek earlier and he was a bit winded from the run he'd made.
"No time to feth around" Hog thought to himself " Got to keep moving."
The biker forced himself into motion once again,moving as fast as he could up the lonely road.
After several minutes,the biker smiled...off to his right he saw a small dilapidated house loom into view,parked in front was both an old pick up truck and a reasonably well kept Station wagon.
" Looks like I found me a ride." Hog whispered heading for the parked cars.
As he entered the dooryard,Hog heard the distinct moan of a walker,he crouched quickly behind the truck and surveyed the area.
There,about 20 yards away he saw the ghoul...it was alone..thankfully,but Hog knew that a single zombie could attract many more very quickly...and he didn't have time to deal with a horde.
The biker sat motionless,thinking...he didn't want to fire a shot...if there were other walkers about gunfire was sure to attract them.
Hog looked about the unkempt front yard of the house,he spied a beer bottle and crept over to retrieve it,making as little noise as possible so as not to attract the ghoul...yet.
Hog crouched back behind the truck and thought.." Ok...get this handled and get on the road.",he drew his hammer and tossed the beer bottle at the porch of the house where it shattered loudly.
The walker turned in the direction of the noise and slowly advanced,as it reached the house it tilted it's head...seemingly confused .
Hog made his move...rapidly advancing on the ghoul from behind,the biker swung the hammer with as much force as he could muster...the zombies head shattered like an egg as it toppled forward into a patch of ragged bushes.
Hog bent over the fallen ghoul and delivered another blow with the hammer,pulverizing the creatures skull.
" That's that" Hog said returning quickly to the vehicles,after a moments deliberation with himself Hog opted to take the Station wagon,it seemed as though it was in a better condition and less likely to give him problems on the road ahead.
The biker opened the door and climbed inside,wincing at the stale smell inside,he reached under the steering column and an moment later the car roared to life.
Hog sat up behind the wheel in time to see two more ghouls exit from the house in front of him,one stared at the biker moaning loudly,the other advanced and fell head first off the front porch into the hedges.
Hog slammed the car door and laughed as the zombie who'd fallen from the porch attempted to claw its way out of the scraggly bushes it had become stuck in.
The biker rolled the window down and shouted at the zombie on the porch " Don't worry Dad...I'll have the car back by eleven,now see to Mom...she seems to have been nipping at the sauce again."
With those parting words the biker threw the car into reverse and pulled from the dirt driveway,a moment later he was driving towards the logging camp.
Hogs Journey: Part ll
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Hog had left the run down house behind some ten minutes ago,and drove smoothly down the dirt road in the direction he knew the old lumber camp was located.
Hog Mused to himself that it had been some time since he'd driven a "cage",always preferring to ride his beloved Motorcycle,even in bad weather like now.
With out thinking,Hog reached down and snapped on the cars radio,the vehicles old cassette player whirred into life and soon the car was filled with the familiar opening guitar riffs of Blue Oyster Cults " Don't fear the Reaper".
Hog smiled,he liked this song,had even seen BOC live a few times way back when,the biker taped his thumbs in time to the music and drove on,as he listened,Hog found himself thinking on the songs lyrics..."Don't fear the reaper." Hog shook his head and glanced out towards an open field where a dozen or more walkers were slowly shambling towards the road.
"Can't fear the reaper." Hog laughed " The son of a bitch is all around us...every where."
"Yeah" Hog thought " He certainly carved himself a huge slice of the world...most of it in fact."
Hog frowned and turned the song up louder,pressing his heavy boot down on the gas pedal.
All at once the biker burst out laughing "Cow bell!!" he said with a chuckle " I need more cow bell!!"
He thought back to a comedy skit he'd once seen on Saturday Night Live,Christopher Walken had been running about yelling to BOC that he "Had a fever...and the only cure was...more Cowbell !!"...how Hog had laughed at that.
The biker wondered if somewhere...someplace..Christopher Walken was still walking around...and if his need for cow bell had been replaced with a new...more grisly need.
The biker shook his head,forcing the images away and focused on the road ahead "Not much further" Hog said to himself " With luck I can be there soon."
He thought of Keira and pushed the car up to fifty.
The Station Wagon barreled forward down the dirt road,the sounds of a dead world echoing as it passed.
Its definitely a good thing I didn't RP earlier seeing as though I was planning on having Hog at the camp by now, unfortunately my plans are out the fething window now so I need to do something else, hmmm....
BIC:
Halon sat in the wrecked Rec center looking out the window through the rain and at the helicopter. It could be useful, maybe as a scouting device or maybe like that flyer in the Mad Max movie he had seen many years ago. The tanks needed to be serviced as Halon didn't think they would be able to last long in this spot. An undead attack had already shaken his faith in the defensiveness of the camp and after supplies ran out they would need to leave anyways.
To tell the honest truth, Halon had originally wanted to move the group out past the west into farmlands where they would be able to grow enough food to sustain themselves indefinitely, plus the lack of people out there meant a lack of walkers as well. Plus there was the other bonus of maybe finding an old missile silo that they could hole up in.
Halon walked out into the rain, still limping from his ribs and saw some of the Servants taking a dead-undead body from the medical building.
"What the hell are you guys doing with that?" Halon said pointing at the body the two bikers were carrying out.
"Disposin' of it." one of the bikers responded while they continued to carry it out.
Halon watched the bikers walk away before he looked into one of the medical building's windows and saw a biker talking to Dr.Buckley and saw the vials of blood sitting on a table near them. His interest was piqued as he risked to crack open the window. The windows' creaks were muffled by the rain, but seemed to be amplified by Halon's ears.
He heard Dr. Buckley discussing chlorine gas and how to make it.
"What the hell are they planning?" Halon thought, "Zombies won't be killed by the gas, why is he...".
Halon thought about the possibilities and quickly remembered Patrick, but why would they go out of their way to kill only three people this way? He had to ask Tombstone what he was planning, if only to calm his mind.
Halon found Tombstone laying in bed still.
"Hey Tomb," Halon said as he entered Tombstone's room, "what do you have planned?"
"What do you mean?" the biker asked almost confused.
"I saw some of your guys coming from the medical center with a zombie and another was talking to Buckley about chlorine gas." Halon said while leaning against the doorway to rest a bit.
"Oh, that..." the biker said while sitting up and rubbing his face, "its nothing."
"What do you mean by 'nothing'?" Halon was almost annoyed.
"Nothing against you if that's what you're wondering." Tombstone said trying to read Halon's emotions.
"I knew that," Halon said smiling partly in relief, "but it sounds interesting. Better than my plans for that frozen zombie chick I had in the freezer. Hell it sounds like it could've been the idea from a hell of a movie."
"Take a seat my friend." Tombstone smiled as he turned on his bed to face Halon. "Where should I start..."
"Probably with the original premise." Halon replied.
Nice video Halonachos...
Incidentally,I've been waiting for the chance to do this RP for some time now...so,here goes.
BIC:...
Tombstone sat up,as best he could,in the hospital bed and rubbed his eyes.
He looked over at Halon and offered his friend a small smile.
" The beginning huh?" The biker said " Hard to say...honestly..I believe it began out on that damned street...when that crazy feths bullets took everything I loved from me."
Halon nodded his understanding.
" I know you and I have been through a loy of gak together Bro" Tombstone said " But...I don't think you really know what I was...before all of this."
"Well" Halon said " I know your a biker...and obviously one of their leaders, I can only assume you...." Halon paused,what did he assume?...that the man in front of him had been some sort of bad ass biker...a drug dealer...what?
" I was a killer bro" Tombstone said " Stone fething cold...if I stepped into your house on Servants business...you weren't getting a day older."
Halon nodded " I figured you...had your history."
" When this gak storm broke loose" Tombstone continued " I had come to town on business...wasted a few people...and was on my way to probably kill some more." the biker paused " Then all this happened...remenber?...holding up at the mall?...making the run for Shadows place?"
Halon laughed recalling their friend Shadow,that man had stockpiled more weapons then a small country " Yes Tomb...I remember."
" One of those fethers almost got me." Tombstone said " Bit into my jacket...I started thinking...about my life...the things I'd done."
" That's understandable" Halon said,recalling his brush with death tumbling from Shadows roof top window a zombie clinging to him as he fell.
" Then we met her...Daisy." Tombstone said " At first I couldn't stand her...but when I fell for her...I fell hard...she made me believe that I could put the past behind me...that maybe...just maybe..I could change or the better."
Halon nodded.
" That year...at the commune" the biker continued " believe it or not...was one of the best in my life....sure...we had walkers to worry about...but...I was helping people...and with Daisy...I was...getting better."
Halon ran his hands over his face and sighed " Tomb..I"
Tombstone held up his hand and went on " Then we went on that run...to get the trucks to go after some supplies...that's when we saw him...Patrick...he was on one of our motorcycles....I got out of the car to confront him...and then the shooting started." Tombstone shook his head,a tear sliding down his face " When it was over...she was on the ground...over a fething motorcycle..."
" Tomb" Halon said " You can't keep doing this to yourself man...it's going to..."
" Kill me?" Tombstone laughed " Probably so bro...and ..I'm ok with that."
The biker smiled at his friend " Anyway...after trying repeatedly...and failing...to kill that bastard..I started thinking.." Tombstone smiled " The walker blood...one drop entering the blood stream means death...I plan to encase the blood into hollow point bullets,fill them and wax the tops with paraffin to seal them....one bullet...even a nick...and he's a dead man"
"And the Chlorine gas?" Halon asked.
" a back up.." Tombstone said " Lethal if it's inhaled...if the bullets don't get him...the gas will."
Halon stared at the biker " Tomb...he's gone...and I doubt he'll ever come back."
" Doesn't matter bro" Tombstone said " It's fate...sooner or later...our paths will cross again."
Halon looked at his friend thinking " That's what worries me Tomb...that's what worries me."
Halon began to leave the room when he thought about what had happened in the past, a lot of good memories, if you could call them that.
He remembered the first time they set foot in Shadow's house, Halon remembered the midget he had killed and how he stole the SUV the midget had. He also remembered picking meeting up with Tombstone and some of the others at the mall, wasn't Shadow there? No, Shadow arrived in a chopper soon after they had gotten to the mall and that feth head with the grenade launcher blew both the helicopter and the SUV up. Then they went to Shadow's house, killed the grenade maniac, found Phoenix's mansion, killed Phoenix, and then left.
Halon could understand Tomb's anger, but they only had a vague direction of where Patrick went. It would be a goose chase at best and Halon didn't think he could afford to go off on a goose chase unless there was some other prize.
"Still," Halon mused while standing in the rain outside of the mess hall, "blood bullets just sound cool."
With that Halon had decided that a goose chase was well worth seeing someone being shot by blood. He was also sure that Saunders could also be a good source of tainted blood. That brought up another question, but Halon waved it off.
"I sure as hell wouldn't want to be the one to stick him with a needle." Halon reasoned as he entered the mess hall and began to look for something to eat.
He managed to find a box of cereal and began to munch on it, no doubt there was no milk, but the cereal was good enough.
"We need a farm with cows." Halon said looking at one of the children who had ventured out of the kitchen.
The kid looked at him and slowly walked towards him sleepily.
"You guys have been up for almost a day, huh?" Halon asked and the child seemed to reply with a tired nod. "Take a chair and have some cereal."
The kid kept getting closer and the smell of decay began to reach Halon's nose, that's when he noticed the child's dark hair was matted and his eye's were white.
Halon got out of his chair as quickly as he humanly could before he took a chair and swung it at the child's head. The dark hair covered head issued a crack as the neck hung limply to the side and a part of the spine could be seen under the decaying skin of the child's neck. The monster's mouth continued to open and close as the body collapsed to the ground with a wet smack. Halon looked towards the kitchen, chair in hand, and walked towards the door.
Everything was silent, no faint moaning, no scratching, nothing came from behind the door. Halon prodded the door open with the legs of the chair and saw blood smeared on the already dirty floor. It led behind the counter and Halon chanced a small peek behind it to find the source. He looked in dismay at the body of the child's mother and rubbed his face.
The body twitched and Halon quietly moved over top of the zombie and raised the chair up above his head only to bring it down on the zombie. One of the chair's legs caused a thump to occur and the zombie seemed to react, Halon raised the chair again and aimed for the same spot. It took him several tries before he heard a wet noise as well as the clang of the other legs on the floor.
"That's why we shoot the people who get bitten." Halon told the corpse as he crouched down next to it, "Remember that next time."
Halon got up and turned to see another walker coming towards him. The man's face was partially missing so he couldn't identify him.
"I'm just going to guess that you're dad." Halon said as he stood in place and stared at the staggering corpse. "Hell, I almost want you to touch me feth head."
As if on cue the zombie began shuffling faster to Halon with its mouth open enough to show that its tongue was missing.
Halon back peddled as he mocked the zombie, "Ahhhhhh, to you too, ugly." The zombie closed in faster and Halon kicked the thing in its knee causing the creature to collapse to its right and to hit its head on the counter. The blow caused the remaining skin on its head to tear and the creature clawed towards Halon. Halon looked around and found a wooden broom that he grabbed and snapped in half. He jammed the broken handle into the thing's bloody scalp to finish it off.
Halon took the other half out of the kitchen and did the same to the littlest zombie.
"Like father, like son." Halon said as he looked at his now bloodied hands and back at the cereal."Damn it, now I have to wash my hands."
OOC: Phew, a few more dead NPC's. I just gotta find out which ones.
"Ma'am, I tried to find him but he's gone" Boomer said, looking over at Jennifer
"Frack, could of used him, get Theron, maby he'll be more co-operitive" Jennifer replied
She turned round, looking at Ranger and Mack who were sitting next to each other pouring over a map of the area.
"You two, get ready, you're going out for a wander"
"on foot?" Ranger replied
"No, take one of the SUVs that we found, they're by the gate. This Theron fellow is going to show us where to go"
A couple of minutes later Theron entered, She could see Boomer outside of the door standing gaurd, waiting for a reason to kill this man who was helping them.
"Exelent, she motioned to another map lying on the table, you're going to show us where this lumbercamp you came from is"
"And if I don't feel like it"
"No, you do feel like it" she replied strongly, placing her pistol on the table next. She handed him a pencil and he started to backtrace their route.
"Go" She said, nodding her head at the door.
Mack took a moment to memorise the location of the camp before running out of the door after Ranger, he picked his sniper rifle off of the side of the Amtrack and jumped into the pasenger seat of the SUV not forgeting his cautionery glance into the back seat of the vehicle. The steel slats welded to the windows severly limiting their vison but Ranger put the car into gear and manovered it through the gates with masterful precision before speeding off down the road
Dietn was aiming at the zeds who started to crawl out of town, when he heared Skulley shouting. "We've got a problem here!"
"Wath is it?" "Jun got bitten." " Goddamm*t skulley, you know what to do!" Moments later he heared a gunshot behind him. "Sorry Jun" he tought.
Dietn shot another zed. "that makes four!" He said. "I got seven" Fox replied. "Oh, come on" He knew he had to step up his game.
He saw Tank connecting the last explosives, when suddenly the truck came racing out of the streets of Pineville. "Here comes Robbie!" Dietn screamed "And he brought friends".
They did a good job Dietn tought as he saw the ammount of zeds following them. "Only shoot the wanderers, let the rest explode!"
The truck quickly crossed the field, Passing tank who was running back to them. Robbie quickly jumped out "Lets get this party started." he said.
" Hey what's that?" fax asked, At first Dietn had no clue wat she was talikng about. Until he spotted it to. It was a supermutant.
It was running on all for limbs, fast. "Christ this isn't good" he heared robbie saying as the mutant splattered Tank his brain.
The detonator falling out his lifeless hands. "Feth, now we have an entire hoard before us. And not enough bang to take them all out."
"Well, time to leave then" Robbie said "No we're not leaving!" dietn said as he crawled from beneath the flatbed. He started running down the field, right in to the hands of the mutant.
While running he suddenly saw Fox running right next to him, her shotgun roared as she clipped a close zed.
"Give covering fire!" Falco screamed. That kid was going to get himself killed if they didn't helped them.
Dietn and fox closed the distant with the mutant, who was gorging himself on tank's flesh. Zeds dropping all around them as their group started firing.
Dietn jumped. His feet close together. He hit the mutants head with his full weight. Dietn landed hard on the floor. "Not my brightest idea." he tought as the mutant was still standing.
It tried to punch his brains out, But thanks to quick reflexes it only hit dirt. It tried to punch him again. But before it could do it, it's face was torn into pieces by Fox's shotgun.
"Lets get out of here" she said while emptying her shells into the groaning Mutant.
Dietn quickly grabbed the detonator, and started to run back. Fox right next to him.
"Oh, hell no" Falco muttered as he saw the mutant getting back on his feet. "Try to survive this" he yelled while he shot his entire clip into the monsters head.
The mutant still walked a few feet before collapsing, his head a bloody pulp.
Dietn and fox reached the flatbed,they quickly jumped over it. "Hasta la vista!" Dietn said while he activated the detonator.
A massive explosion ensued, blasting zed parts all over the place. Dietn layed next to Fox, both heavely breathing.
"So....does this......mean......I won?" dietn asked. Fox started laughing, she couldn't stop herself. It was like the only thing she ever done, and she would never stop. After some moments even Dietn began to laugh.
"Crazy kids." Robbie taught as he saw them laying on the ground.
Hogs Journey Part lll...
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Hog had been driving North West in silence for some time now,he'd long since grown disgusted with the BOC cassette and tossed it out of the car window.
He was now alone with his thoughts,which continually drifted to Keira ,was she among the people who'd taken refuge at the lumber camp?
Hog clung to something he'd overheard that guy Theron say when he was discussing the camp with Jennifer,He'd heard him talking about Satans Servants,so he knew some of his brothers were at the camp,and that some had been hurt,he then recalled the discussion turning to possible treatment for the wounded there.
Theron had told Jennifer that the camp had a Doctor,Buckley..Hog believed had been the name Theron used...and then,Hog had heard the man say "...and some crazy one eyed woman who's acting as a nurse."
It had to be Keira the man was talking about....it had to be her....she was there at the camp...she had to be.
Hog glanced ahead,a broad smile split his features...in the distance,through the rain...he saw the sign indicating the access road for the lumber camp.
" Hot damn!" Hog yelled " I made it.",he turned the station wagon onto the access road and quickly raced towards the camp.
As Hog pulled the car to a stop in front of the camps fences,he squinted through the rain slick window and saw two figures aiming riffles at him,one was a tall guy in a baseball hat...but the other...the other wore the same sort of leather jacket Hog was wearing...the grinning Daemon face patch of the Satans Servants visible on the front.
Hog opened the car door and stepped out,tilting his head with a grin and staring at Mace.
" So Bro.." Hog laughed.." You gonna shoot me..or buy me a beer?"
Ranger drove the SUV towards the lumbercamp, bouncin down the road at high speeds, mack was checking his eqipment making sure that all the paracord, NVGs and other equipment was spotless. As they entered the forest signs started to appear.
"warning: Heavy vehicles"
"Lumber-camp 2 miles"
"Camp 1 mile"
as they passed the mile marker Ranger slowed the car down and veered off the road, heading as far into the trees as their trunks would allow.
"come on, we're walking from here" he said to mack, as he retrived his rifle from the back seat of the car and threaded on his silencer. they grabbed thier packs and headed into the woods slowly walking through the darkness until they reached the destination, the treeline, well, just back from the treeline and up the tree. they shimmied up the trees and hooked up the paracord, giving themselves a quick way down before wrapping themselves in the camoflage blankets they had brought, and sat, watching and waiting.
OOC: they're about as blended as this
and are here, just far enough back so as you can't see them, but still with a relitivly good field of vision
First,Hog had a bit of a head start on your boys,so your guys are getting to their posistion about an hour after Hog got to the camp....no big thing really.
...And second,there are zombies roaming about,and since walkers follow their noses,your camo cloaks won't hide your boys from the zeds.
Mace blinked his eyes in disbelief,it was Hog...by god and by damn it was Hog,Mace hadn't seen him in over a year...since that night at Phoenix's Mansion when all hell had broken loose and everyone had to make a run for it.
" Hog!!" Mace shouted with a smile " You old bastard...get your ass in here man!!"
Mace ran to open the fence as Hog climbed back into the car and drove it through the opening gates.
Inside the camp,the two bikers hugged and shoved each other.
"Damn it Bro!" Mace said " It's fething good to see your ugly ass."
Hog grinned and faked a punch at his long lost friend "Same to ya Mace!!"
Mace laughed " How the hell did you find us?...how'd you know we were here.?"
Hogs demeanour changed to one of grave seriousness " Heard you were here...and not in a good way either bro...I'll explain everything..but who's here...who's running this zoo."
Mace looked at his friend " Well...Halons in charge."
Hog frowned " Halon?....that dude from the Mansion that wasted Phoenix?"
Mace nodded
"What about our people." Hog said " Is One Eye here?"
Mace lowered his head " One Eye is gone...alot of our people are."
Hog looked at Mace " So who's ranking officer?...who's in charge of our people now??"
" Tombstone." Mace said " But he caught a few bullets...so he's down for now...Deadmans acting on Stones orders...keeping things rolling."
" Stone!!" Hog said " Damn it..I knew that son of a bitch would be here...can't nothing or no one stop old Tombstone."
Mace shook his head " Stone got lucky...some sick bastard named Patrick almost punched his ticket."
Hog froze " ...I've seen him...his men too."
" What!!?..Where!!?" Mace exclaimed.
" Go get everyone together." Hog said " I'll explain everything...but we gotta move fast...there's gonna be a world of hurt coming this way if I read things right."
" We'll all get together in Stones room" Mace said " C'mon let's go!"
The two bikers rushed off to gather their friends.
"ok!" robbie said after they had cleared the field of anything undead. A light drizzling rain had started, Dietn hated the rain. If stuff got wet it took ages to dry.
"Everybody mount up, were heading towards some survivors at the logging camp. Wathever you do, be nice. Those people won't hesitate to kick your ass, if you cause trouble."
"What else is new?" Dietn said as everybody started to find a place on the vehicles.
Dietn,and fox sat down on the rear of the truck. Making themselves comfortable, it would take them an hour to get to the logging camp. Dietn pulled a raincoat out of his backpack.
He held it up high and fox crawled under it. There they sat in the truck in the drizzling rain together with falco, helena and Carter.
"Well isn't this nice" Carter said "Long time since i've been on a roadtrip" "And to make it even better." Dietn said "Let us have drink" He pulled the brandy out of his backpack.
"Ah, you sir just made my day." The truck roared to life as it started to follow the path to the logging camp, the flatbed close behind.
The bikers had all assembled in Tombstones room.much to Dr.Buckley's protest.
Mace had jogged off to find Halon and eventually locate the man near the Cafeteria.
The biker looked at Halon,something had happened.." What's wrong boss?" Mace asked.
" Walkers." Halon said with a air of frustration in his voice.
" What?!..Where!?" Mace said looking about.
" In there." Halon said gesturing to the cafeteria.
Mace drew his pistol and turned towards the cafeteria doors,but Halon stopped him " I've taken care of them already" Halon said " But I'm worried there may be more soon."
"More?" Mace said " Inside?...How?"
Halon shook his head " The best I can figure is that when we got jumped by those walkers on the way here...some of our people got bit...and..didn't mention that they had been."
" Holy feth." Mace said.
" Holy Feth is an understatement Mace." Halon said " I'm hopping it was just the ones I found...or rather that found me...but...what if there are others."
" We'll have to check every one for bites" Mace said " that's all there is to it."
Halon sighed " Yeah...I guess we will" ne paused looking at the parked Station Wagon in the distance " Did we get some one new here?"
" That's what I came to get you for." Mace said " It's Hog...one of our boys...he just arrived...and apparently...he's discovered alot of interesting information...things you need to know."
" What sort of information?" Halon said
" I think you better let him tell it" Mace said " All the boys are in Tombstones room waiting on you."
Halon entered Tombstones room with Mace following behind,he nodded at the group of bikers and glanced over at Hog recognizing him from that night at Phoenix's Mansion.
" Ok Hog." Tombstone said " Now that everyone's here you can begin."
Hog leaned back against the wall and rubbed his eyes " I'll skip the preliminaries...they don't matter...what matters is that I found myself at a fortified camp about an hour or so away from here...lot of well armed men...obviously military."
Halon interrupted " So...there's bound to be military outpost around."
Hog shot Halon a quick glance that said shut up and listen " It wasn't a typical base camp...and that's not the important part anyway...these soldiers...seemed real interested in this place..." Hog glanced at Halon " And my guess is because of you..."
" Me?" Halon said
" Yeah you" Hog said " The soldiers leader was Jennifer Phoenix...I'm sure you all remember her."
" Holy gak" Halon whispered.
" Mother fething hell" Tombstone echoed.
" Yeah." Hog nodded " Anyway...a small group of guys showed up...in a bullet riddled SUV."
Tombstones eyes fixed on Hog " What!!?"
"Yup" Hog nodded " Obviously they were the guys you all had your shoot out with" Hog continued " Guy named Theron gave up your posistion...numbers...everything."
" That lousy no good son of a .." Halon started.
Hog raised a hand and continued " You best believe...they're most likely headed here now...or soon will be."
" Mother fether" Tombstone said " They were at the fething Hotel..."
Halon nodded " So we know they're well armed and mobile."
Hog nodded " Yeah...they damn well are...better get ready for a major gak storm."
" What about the fethers who came in" Tombstone said " What condition were they in?"
" Their leader was in bad shape" Hog smiled " I'm guessing he was the guy that tagged you...well Stone...you jobbed him real good...he's carved up like a Christmas turkey."
" But he's alive.." Tombstone said mater of factly.
" Yeah...he's alive...they treated his wounds there" Hog replied.
"The way I see it, we either act now, or we lose the initiative and end up fighting here." Zero said, hitting his fist off of the table
"we'll have plenty of warning if they're coming here, Mack and Ranger should be in position any time now" Jennifer replied
"But that's not the point, we din't bring much anti-armour,we've only got 6 AT4s, they supposedly have TWO abrams, any support from the Station is going to be at least two hours away" Zero pointed out, motioning outside the window
"well, we're on our own then, but we may be able to even the odds a bit, Saber, how much can that bird of yours carry" Hardie asked
"9 tons inside, 6 1/2 outside, we won't be able to lift one of your APCs that's for sure" Saber replied, looking puzzled
"I might just have a plan, we'll need to work fast though" Hardie said "what about this....
OOC: theron, patrick and that guy whose name I don't want to look up wern't there, it was core staff + a couple others so no eavesdropping
" I say we fething hit 'em now and hit 'em hard!" Deadman said " Hog knows where there base is...let's lock and load and move on them...hit those fethers before they catch us with our pants down."
Tombstone nodded,even in his debilitated state the urge to go to war was overwhelming...plus....he could finish Patrick off as he recuperated.
Halon raised his hand " Rushing off merry hell to engage them has it's drawbacks...we have children and non combatants here...we can't take them with us...and if we leave them...they'll be unprotected."
" feth...they can roll with us and hang back during the fighting." Deadman said.
"...And..if we fail...they get massacred." Halon replied.
" Gak man...they can die here just as easy if we stand around with our thumbs up our butts." Deadman shot back.
" We have something else to worry about." Tombstone added.
" What might that be?" asked Halon.
" The plane...that jet we saw." the biker said " If it's theirs...they can simply fly over and bomb the gak out of this place."
Halons eyes widened " Damn...your right."
" The foliage offers some cover" Ajax said from his wheelchair " But if they drop enough boom...they'll blast us off the face of the earth."
" So...we should just pull up stakes and haul ass." Halon said.
" You think they won't chase us ?" Tombstone said " No...we can't run...we have to face them...and take them out."
" Feth me." Halon said " What a fething mess."
" Yup." Tombstone said " Now...let's make a call...how are we going to handle this?"
OOC...
Ok that's all I'm going to RP until Halonachos can read and RP.
Theron walked out of the room after he had given the locations away with a smirk on his face.
"fething inbred bikers" Theron muttered
He walked into the building where they were holding Patrick and Snyder, looking to see in what condition they were in.
He saw Snyder first, sitting on his bed.
"Feeling alright, mate?" Theron said, sitting next to his friend.
"My shoulders fine....I'm just worried about those bikers coming after us" Snyder said
"We are leaving as soon as Patrick can, I'm sure. He was operated on, so he will most likely confined to crutches if he wants to move around." Theron responded
"Mhm....feth man, we got ourselves in some gak" Snyder laughed
"He was a better choice than the bikers....Halon isn't in charge anymore. He is the Prime Minister hiring a mercenary army...that has never worked out in history." Theron assured him
"Yeah, yeah" Snyder said, smiling
"Come, lets go check on Patrick" Theron said, ushering him up
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ghosty wrote:You just made it sound like Halonachos is going to have to learn to read before he posts!
Robbie sat next to Yerith, who drove the truck. The started for the lumber camp, they just cleared a good portion of Pine Ville.Robbie looked out of the window, strangled in his thoughts. He remembered that peaceful place. He tried to picture it again.
Robbie dreamed away in his thoughts.
A peaceful place. A town with no name. No zombies. No trouble. Peace. He was lying in the grass running his fingers through it, staring up at the clouds above. He heard children playing near the playground. The laughter filled the air. He could hear the whistle of the wind blazing through the trees. The sun rose through the clouds, it was a good morning. The birds were whistling. his eyes were getting heavy it wouldn't be long until he fell asleep. It has been so long since he had slept well, his nightmares were haunting him lately. His eyes grew even heavier, heavier. Almost.
Robbie had his eyes closed, he could hear nothing at first. Then some muffled noises reached trough. He noticed the truck had stopped moving. He felt someone tug as his arm, another shaking him on the shoulder. Robbie opened his eyes, and with it his hearing came back.
"Robbie! Robbie wake up! WTF is happening with you?"
Robbie stared into the eyes of Yerith, the one who was shaking him so badly. The shaking stopped, but he still felt a hand on his arm.
Robbie realized he held one of his pistols against his ear.
Didn't see that one coming, it looks like this thread is turning into a soap.
Al we need now is a boy popping up out of nowhere, claiming to be tombstone's son.
Well....there is always David,the boy who arrived with Earl and his group.
Tombstone:.." David!! I am your Father."
David:..." That's not true!! That's imposible!!...My Mother hated motorcycles,she wouldn't even watch CHIP'S"
Tombstone:.." Search your feelings...you know this to be true...I met your Mom at a Lynard Skynard Concert...she was so drunk."
David:...." NOOOOOO!!!!"
Tombstone: ... (Lops Davids hand of with his Bowie knife and kicks the kid in the rear) .." Those are the breaks kid...now feth off and get me a beer!"
Dr.Buckley'a assistant slipped quietly out of the "hot lab" and made her way across the camp. It had been what seemed like days since she had last left, and hopefully nobody had noticed her missing.
She had to take the long way around the camp to make sure that if anyone did notice her they would never be able to figure out where she had come from. She didn't much like doing this because it led her through less then desirable areas inside the camp where few people ventured on a normal or regular basis.
Suddenly she stopped dead in her tracks.
A short distance away, she heard what sounded like someone crying. She slowly approached and found what looked like a teenage girl wearing torn and dirty sleeping attire holding her head in the palms of her hands and crying into them.
As she approached, the girl noticed her and started to scramble trying to get away from her.
"It's ok! hey! I'm not going to hurt you!"
The girl stopped and looked at her for a moment and then leapt into her open arms and embraced her, letting the tears flow freely.
"It's ok... everything is going to be all right. What happened?"
"My... mom....infected... turned on...us. Oh god the screaming!" she managed to choke out in between sobs.
The assistant patted the girl on the back as she embraced her in a hug trying to comfort her.
"There, there deer... everything is going to be all right. I promise the zombies will never get to you."
The girl smiled for the first time upon hearing those comforting words. Her smile was short lived though and it quickly became a frown of puzzlement.
She pulled away from the assistant out of her embrace and looked at her. She had a sly smirk on her face which slowly spread across both her faces.
Wait... faces?
"What the... hell did you do to me?" She asked as the world around her began to tilt and swim.
"Benzodiazepine injection." she said and held out a needle which she had produced from the pocket of her lab coat.
"wha....what?" the girl slurred as she fell to her knees unable to stand any longer.
"It's a sleep inducing drug. Side effects may include aggression, violence, impulsivity, irritability and in a rare instance suicidal behavior. These reactions have been explained as consequences of disinhibition, that is loss of control over socially unacceptable behavior."
She smiled as she leaned over the girl who was now sprawled out on her stomach.
".......why?" She asked as she closed her eyes no longer able to fight off the drugs effects.
"For two reasons really. The first being that nobody will even notice that you are missing. They will just assume that you were infected in the attack and wandered off into the sunset."
She laughed at her incredible stroke of luck.
"The second being, finding you here saves me a ton of leg work in that I don't have to move you very far..."
She stopped mid sentence as soft snoring could be heard coming from the girl. She stood up and noticed a wheel barrow propped up against the building, which she then used to transport the limp girl back across the camp to the out building.
Well, to solve this one it looks like there's only one way to be sure.
BIC:
Dark, shaking and with a twitchy eye, continued to stare madly at the big red button marked 'nuke it'. He mumbled hysterically, and just as he made a lunge for the button with an outstretched finger and a shout of "wahahahahaaha!!!!!!" the door was kicked in and ghosty and FITZZ ran in with shotguns.
"Don't do it Dark! Damnit, no!"
But it was too late. The nukes had already been fired towards planet apocalyptic Earth.
But, Dark, in his maddened state, began violently head-banging the control panel, and as he smashed his own skull open and his brains splattered out over the controls, he half-mindedly hit the large green button marked 'return to sender'.
"Aw sh-" said ghosty before the nukes smashed through the flying saucer's windscreen and knocked the top half of his body away before exploding.
ghosty's shotgun, however, flew down to planet apocalyptic Earth, and as it hit the ground, it fired, and brought a rather unexpected end to both Tombstone and Patrick as they were preparing to duke it off on page 127.
Ah that explains how that shotgun came there. To me it looked like that shotgun on page 127 just appeared out of nowhere.
Thanks for making it clear now.
ghosty wrote:I'm loving how Dark see's me and Fitzz as partners in crime. Speaking of crime, we're up for hire. Oh, and did you hear about that bank down the road? It's apparently going to make cutbacks on its security systems soon..
FM Ninja 048 wrote:should I wait for tomorrow to write up FITZZ gettin his butt Whooped
Wait until Halonachos has posted, then using a friendly system of PMing and mature discussion, work on the whole together. Ask only for my help if necessary, but PM me about anything import please.
Darkvoidof40k wrote:
ghosty wrote:me and Fitzz as partners in crime
And there's only one young bloke who can stop them..
Karon wrote:
jp400 wrote:Karon, seriously, for the last time dude...
STOP with the pointless pic spam!
You DO NOT have to attach a damn pic to every reply you make!
You're jumping on me for any little thing you can grab on to, and I'm sick of it.
You're bitching for no reason besides you don't like me. Get over it.
I am not posting a picture in every reply.
You two, give it a rest already. You don't like each other (or at least one of you doesn't like the other), we get it. But please, lets keep it mature and calm here.
Karon, not saying you're to blame here, but it might help if you posted 'funny'/cat pictures less frequently so that certain persons do not have to be bothered by it. That way everything runs slightly more smoothly.
Exactly!..for every hardship we've faced,for every tear we've cried...for every furry Father figure he's shamelessly roasted alive for his own amusement...and for every one yet to die...I blame Dark.
ghosty wrote:You just made it sound like Halonachos is going to have to learn to read before he posts!
I swear to god I'm not illegible, I know how to read.
My bad Halonachos...slight typo on my part...I was distracted...busy blaming Dark and such.
....I do believe we have a slight problem rolling our way RP wise,in the form of Jennifer's imminent attack....so I'll wait for your RP to see what your thoughts are.
My thoughts, well my thouhts are along the line of having one tank and some of the survivors run away while Halon and the others attack Jennifer. I just don't know how I'm going to RP it right now.
halonachos wrote:My thoughts, well my thouhts are along the line of having one tank and some of the survivors run away while Halon and the others attack Jennifer. I just don't know how I'm going to RP it right now.
Well,we do have "Reinforcements" in a sense,arriving soon in the form of Sillyboy and Scrazz (depending on what they choose to RP of course.)
I'm thinking a possible "three tactic" move.
1. Children and non combatants evacuated,with small defensive group.
2. Mass camp preparation to repel any hostiles (including various sneaky tricks and traps)
3. Small group moves on Jennifer's base...mission destroy base/Patrick and friends.
Tombstone motioned for Deadman to come closer to his bed.
" Halon and I are going to make battle plans" Tombstone said to his second in command " In the meantime...I want you and the rest of the boys to start making virus rounds...and bombs...lots of them."
Deadman nodded " I got ya boss." the biker said,he waved Scratch and Cutter to follow him.
" Take Ajax with you." Tombstone said " He can help."
Deadman walked behind Ajax's wheelchair and pushed the biker towards the door.
" Bah...unceremoniously ejected from the decision making process" Ajax laughed " There's something fundamentally wrong with your tyranny Tombstone."
The bikers laughed as the exited the room.
Several moments later,the bikers all sat at a large table in the rec room,each wearing protective jumpsuits and surgical gloves as well as safety glasses.
They had formed an assembly line of sorts and quickly and carefully were creating the virus rounds Tombstone wanted.
Dozens of boxes of 9mm and .45APC hollow point ammo was laid out in front of them,each biker would carefully place a drop of the zombie blood into the hollow bullet cavity using an eye dropper,and then seal the round with a few drops of paraffin wax.
Deadman nodded,pleased with the progress they were making.
"Ok guys" the biker said " Ya'll keep working on the bullets...I'm going to start making pipe bombs."
The biker slid over to another table on which he'd laid out dozens of foot long lengths of threaded PVC pipe,caps and several containers of black powder,accelerant and ball bearings.
With skilled precision,Deadman begin to rapidly construct one explosive after another.
" Bring it on you fething bastards" the biker mumbled as he worked " Bring it the feth on."
halonachos wrote:My thoughts, well my thouhts are along the line of having one tank and some of the survivors run away while Halon and the others attack Jennifer. I just don't know how I'm going to RP it right now.
Well,we do have "Reinforcements" in a sense,arriving soon in the form of Sillyboy and Scrazz (depending on what they choose to RP of course.)
I'm thinking a possible "three tactic" move.
1. Children and non combatants evacuated,with small defensive group.
2. Mass camp preparation to repel any hostiles (including various sneaky tricks and traps)
3. Small group moves on Jennifer's base...mission destroy base/Patrick and friends.
...just some thoughts and always open for change.
This is almost exactly what I had in mind, except you forgot;
4. Halon does the happy dance on Jennifer's grave.
halonachos wrote:My thoughts, well my thouhts are along the line of having one tank and some of the survivors run away while Halon and the others attack Jennifer. I just don't know how I'm going to RP it right now.
Well,we do have "Reinforcements" in a sense,arriving soon in the form of Sillyboy and Scrazz (depending on what they choose to RP of course.)
I'm thinking a possible "three tactic" move.
1. Children and non combatants evacuated,with small defensive group.
2. Mass camp preparation to repel any hostiles (including various sneaky tricks and traps)
3. Small group moves on Jennifer's base...mission destroy base/Patrick and friends.
...just some thoughts and always open for change.
This is almost exactly what I had in mind, except you forgot;
4. Halon does the happy dance on Jennifer's grave.
Ahhh...so I did.
Right..
4. Halon runs Jennifer over repeatedly with a tank,sets her smashed remains on fire with a flame thrower,extinguishes the blaze (won't expound on how),buries remains,does funky chicken on grave.
ghosty wrote:It was Darks fault. If he hadn't done all that stuff, it would never have happened.
Now just wait one minute..
FITZZ wrote: Well of course it was Darks fault...it's always darks fault.
..oh come on! It's not always my fault..
ghosty wrote:Damn straight. He's the reason we're on the run in the first place.
..well, okay.. sometimes I guess..
FITZZ wrote: Exactly!..for every hardship we've faced,for every tear we've cried...for every furry Father figure he's shamelessly roasted alive for his own amusement...and for every one yet to die...I blame Dark.
..I suppose.. maybe..
FM Ninja 048 wrote:
..damnit don't encourage them!
FITZZ wrote:
FM Ninja 048 wrote:should I wait for tomorrow to write up FITZZ gettin his butt Whooped
We'll all see what happens..
Wait...am I getting my butt whooped??...well now...that is depresing...personaly..I blame Dark.
Well I don't think you'll get whooped too much.. hey wait, damnit!
halonachos wrote:
ghosty wrote:You just made it sound like Halonachos is going to have to learn to read before he posts!
I swear to god I'm not illegible, I know how to read.
Are you sure? Are you really sure? Oh, okay then..
This whole post is a jest. I jest. I am jesting. I have jested. Jest complete.
Ok...just a helpful reminder of where we all are...
The pink spot in the "woods" is the lumber camp
the green square with red is Pine Ville.
The Purple square with blue is where Halons Hotel was.
The Black circle by the mountains is where Jennifer's "base" is ( I made an approximation.)
Dietn was aiming at the zeds who started to crawl out of town, when he heared Skulley shouting. "We've got a problem here!"
"Wath is it?" "Jun got bitten." " Goddamm*t skulley, you know what to do!" Moments later he heared a gunshot behind him. "Sorry Jun" he tought.
Dietn shot another zed. "that makes four!" He said. "I got seven" Fox replied. "Oh, come on" He knew he had to step up his game.
He saw Tank connecting the last explosives, when suddenly the truck came racing out of the streets of Pineville. "Here comes Robbie!" Dietn screamed "And he brought friends".
They did a good job Dietn tought as he saw the ammount of zeds following them. "Only shoot the wanderers, let the rest explode!"
The truck quickly crossed the field, Passing tank who was running back to them. Robbie quickly jumped out "Lets get this party started." he said.
" Hey what's that?" fax asked, At first Dietn had no clue wat she was talikng about. Until he spotted it to. It was a supermutant.
It was running on all for limbs, fast. "Christ this isn't good" he heared robbie saying as the mutant splattered Tank his brain.
The detonator falling out his lifeless hands. "Feth, now we have an entire hoard before us. And not enough bang to take them all out."
"Well, time to leave then" Robbie said "No we're not leaving!" dietn said as he crawled from beneath the flatbed. He started running down the field, right in to the hands of the mutant.
While running he suddenly saw Fox running right next to him, her shotgun roared as she clipped a close zed.
"Give covering fire!" Falco screamed. That kid was going to get himself killed if they didn't helped them.
Dietn and fox closed the distant with the mutant, who was gorging himself on tank's flesh. Zeds dropping all around them as their group started firing.
Dietn jumped. His feet close together. He hit the mutants head with his full weight. Dietn landed hard on the floor. "Not my brightest idea." he tought as the mutant was still standing.
It tried to punch his brains out, But thanks to quick reflexes it only hit dirt. It tried to punch him again. But before it could do it, it's face was torn into pieces by Fox's shotgun.
"Lets get out of here" she said while emptying her shells into the groaning Mutant.
Dietn quickly grabbed the detonator, and started to run back. Fox right next to him.
"Oh, hell no" Falco muttered as he saw the mutant getting back on his feet. "Try to survive this" he yelled while he shot his entire clip into the monsters head.
The mutant still walked a few feet before collapsing, his head a bloody pulp.
Dietn and fox reached the flatbed,they quickly jumped over it. "Hasta la vista!" Dietn said while he activated the detonator.
A massive explosion ensued, blasting zed parts all over the place. Dietn layed next to Fox, both heavely breathing.
"So....does this......mean......I won?" dietn asked. Fox started laughing, she couldn't stop herself. It was like the only thing she ever done, and she would never stop. After some moments even Dietn began to laugh.
"Crazy kids." Robbie taught as he saw them laying on the ground.
casualties: Rachel (met up with Falco, dead) Jun (sniper, dead) Tank (explosives-and also REALLY strong, dead) John, Light weapons (dead) red rat, (second in charge, dead) Erol (dead)
Speaking of NPCs, could either FITZZ or Halonachos post an updated list with all the NPCs at the lumber camp. So, basically bikers + Halon's dudes + all the recent new arrivals minus some editing = updated list for the OP.
Appease me or I will bring bad fortune upon y'all.
Darkvoidof40k wrote:Speaking of NPCs, could either FITZZ or Halonachos post an updated list with all the NPCs at the lumber camp. So, basically bikers + Halon's dudes + all the recent new arrivals minus some editing = updated list for the OP.
Appease me or I will bring bad fortune upon y'all.
I'm not sure about Halonachos NPCs (who's still alive.who have shuffled off this mortal coil),but as for me and mine.
Cutter (Hummer Gunner)
Scratch ( Heavy Muscle/Enforcer)
Ajax (Heavy Muscle/Enforcer...wounded)
Deadman ( Tombstones second in command)
Tasha (Biker chick...wounded)
The other two Satans Servants are Hog and Mace,but they are ghostys and Halons NPCs that I borrow from time to time.
Other NPCs -----------------
Earl (ex cop/35 years of age)
David ( 15 year old boy/rumored to be Tombstones offspring )
Rachel ( Ex call girl/tough/street smart)
Lacey ( Nurse/quiet)
Carol ( Former Platoon commander of army division,overrun during first weeks of zombie uprising)
.....I belive that covers every one.
This was Halonachos NPC list...but I know more have died...and of course some have joined Patrick.
1) Gary, sniper....( Joined up with Patrick...KIA)
2)Mace: Satan's Servants member, halon's #2.
3)Mark, sniper(KIA shot)
4)Johnathon, sniper...(Joined up with Patrick...KIA)
5)Jason, hotel maintenance man. Keeps the generators running.
6)Snyder, gunner...(Joined up with Patrick)
7)Theron, gunner...(Joined up with Patrick)
8)Sherman, driver
9)Kyle, gunner(KIA shot)
10)Dr. Buckley, the doctor
11)Antoine, an orderlie
12)Jay Jay, Cook
13)Herb, short for Herbert, helps with the kids
14)German(pronounced Herman)(KIA died of Saunders Disease)
15)Joe, Joseph, mostly cleans the hotel
16) Stanley, mostly cleans the hotel
Women, 14 total, 11 alive 3 dead(technically 4 dead, but Helen can wander)
1)Ginger: Halon's girl, well ex-girl after certain revelations.
2)Cali, driver
3)Michelle, driver, antoine's girl
4) Berta, driver(KIA shot)
5) Sarah, cook(KIA, bitten by zombeys)
6)Jenny, sniper
7)Olga, helps clean hotel
8)Maria, takes care of children, married to German.
9)Lisa, teacher(KIA shot)
10)Allie, helps Lisa teach, Mark's girl
11)Kara, cook, Ben's girl
12)Harriet, gunner, Stanley's girl
13)Juliet
14)Helen, the super zombie in the freezer.
Kids: 5 total, 4 alive 1 dead.
1)Alexandra, daughter of German and Maria.
2)Thomas, son of Lisa.(KIA shot)
3)Steven, son of Michelle and Antoine.
4)MJ, stands for Mark Junior, son of Mark and Allie.
5)Ben, son of Joe and Kara.
....Edited the ones I was sure of,the ones who joined Patrick and were killed or ran with him.
Halonachos will have to go over the list to add those who had turned zed and subsequently were killed in the cafeteria...plus any others I may have missed.
Would also assume a few alterations will be needed,for example...since there no longer is a Hotel that needs cleaning,certain NPC designations will have changed.
And I'm also assuming Helen the Super zombie blew up with the Hotel,but that's up to Halonachos.
1)Mace: Satan's Servants member, halon's #2.
2)Jason, hotel maintenance man. Keeps the generators running. ...(No Hotel left..needs new job)
3)Sherman, driver
4)Dr. Buckley, the doctor
5)Antoine, an orderlie
6)Jay Jay, Cook
7)Herb, short for Herbert, helps with the kids
8)Joe, Joseph, mostly cleans the hotel ...(No Hotel left..needs new job)
9) Stanley, mostly cleans the hotel ...(No Hotel left...needs new job)
Women,
1)Ginger: Halon's girl, well ex-girl after certain revelations.
2)Cali, driver
3)Michelle, driver, antoine's girl
4)Jenny, sniper
5)Olga, helps clean hotel ...(No Hotel left..needs new job)
6)Maria, takes care of children, married to German. ..(Widowed)
7)Allie, helps Lisa teach, Mark's girl ...(Lisa and Mark are Dead)
8)Kara, cook, Ben's girl ...(Bens dead)
9)Harriet, gunner, Stanley's girl
10)Juliet
11)Helen, the super zombie in the freezer.
Kids:
1)Alexandra, daughter of German and Maria. ...(Lost Father)
2)Steven, son of Michelle and Antoine.
3)MJ, stands for Mark Junior, son of Mark and Allie. ..(Lost Father)
4)Ben, son of Joe and Kara. ...( Is Kara two timing Ben??)
There,removed all the KIA and traitors, this is what's left of Halons people.
Of this group,the ones who turned zed and were killed by Halon still have to be removed.
As does the young girl who was "taken to the lab" in jps post (shes still alive...but "missing".)...it should probably also be established which NPCs are working with Dr. Buckley IE:...who took the girl,we know it was a woman...but not who.
Hope some of this will help Halonachos in sorting everything out.
Deadman had finished constructing a dozen or so Pipe bombs and leaned back in his chair frowning..."No where hear enough." the biker thought.
" I'm going to get some more pipe...need to make some more" Deadman shouted to the other bikers as he rushed from the rec room.
The biker entered a storage area and begin to select the appropriate lengths of threaded pipe and their accompanying caps.
He happened to glance into the corner of the storage area and noticed several barrels covered in hazard marking sitting there.
The biker squinted and read the labels...
Pentachlorophenol (“PCP”) and Tetrachlorophenol (“TCP”)..were stenciled along the barrels sides.
The biker grinned evilly .
OOC:...
I did a bit of research...and both of these chemicals are readily found at any lumber processing sight,since the camp also has a small mill,it's entirely possible that there would be a few drums of these chemicals laying about.
About the girl, yes. Besides, Jennifer may well want to know about Saunders. She sounds like the kind of megalomaniac who would try to use him, or perhaps even try to "Marine-up" her soldiers.
Oh.. I wonder, do Mack and.. Roger was it? Whatever.. do they know how to drive a tank by any change?
Or they could just go on an Alpha Strike mission.. or perhaps a sabotage mission? At the least, a drive-by?
FM Ninja 048 wrote:that was saunders who did that to the girl
RANGER might know how to drive a tank... but they're not there for that.
No...Saunders has been unconscious since the shoot out,the person who drugged the girl and took her to the "lab" is an as of yet identified NPC from Halons group working with Dr. Buckley.
Ahhh..now that is an excellent idea...and there are so many sharp,burny,cutty,smashy things to found at a lumber camp...Hog would have a field day with them all.
2)Jason, hotel maintenance man. Keeps the generators running. ...(No Hotel left..needs new job) 3)Sherman, driver 4)Dr. Buckley, the doctor 5)Antoine, an orderlie 6)Jay Jay, Cook 7)Herb, short for Herbert, helps with the kids 9) Stanley, mostly cleans the hotel ...(No Hotel left...needs new job)
Women, 1)Ginger: Halon's girl, well ex-girl after certain revelations. 2)Cali, driver 3)Michelle, driver, antoine's girl 4)Jenny, sniper 5)Olga, helps clean hotel ...(No Hotel left..needs new job) 6)Maria, takes care of children, married to German. ..(Widowed) 7)Allie, helps Lisa teach, Mark's girl ...(Lisa and Mark are Dead) 9)Harriet, gunner, Stanley's girl 10)Juliet 11)Helen, the super zombie in the freezer.
Kids: 1)Alexandra, daughter of German and Maria. ...(Lost Father) 2)Steven, son of Michelle and Antoine. 3)MJ, stands for Mark Junior, son of Mark and Allie. ..(Lost Father)
Okay, time to work some magic seeing as though I killed off a man, a woman, and a kid. I can't exactly kill off an entire family at one moment because I don't think I have an entire family to kill off.
So I will have Joe, Kara, and Ben killed off. Ben(the kid had been bitten) and Kara and Joe were arguing about Kara's goings on with the older Ben. Next thing they knew Lil' Ben bit mom so dad tried to smack Lil' Ben over the head with a frying pan(explains matted bloody hair on the kid's head), but ended up getting bitten in the face himself. Halon came along and we have the rest of the story.
The lady who abducted the girl will be Michelle(she's Antoine's wife and Antoine is Buckley's orderlie so that makes sense), the little girl will be Alexandra naturally.
Maria is Alexandra's mom so she may notice her daughter missing, but she could also be in the same condition that Alexandra is in or worse.
BTW, thanks a lot Fitzz. As soon as I saw dark asking for an updated list I was like "feth, I don't want to go all the way back." then I saw you post my list and I was all like "fething hell yes!"
Anywho; post in just a second.
IC:
"Alright Tomb my old friend, what do we have in mind in terms of a battle plan?" Halon asked Tomb as they both began to sit at a table with a crude carving of jen's outpost on it.
"Well, as I told you earlier I plan to gas the whole damn thing, after shooting it up of course." Tombstone replied, "The only problem I will momentarily have is the fething gate right here."
Halon watched as Tombstone pointed at the gate engraved on the table, he wondered how accurate Hog's memory of the little outpost was. If he was wrong about something vital and they made a plan around it, they would be very well screwed.
"What do you mean by momentarily?" Halon asked.
"I mean I plan to blow it up and ride in." Tombstone smiled, "Boom, you know?" he continued to smile as he made an explosion motion with his hands.
"Well first of all," Halon began looking at the table, "I plan to go with you guys and I plan to bring one of the tanks too. So I think it would be better if I have the tank blow it up or at least ram through it."
"So we could have you ram into the compound and start shooting, but you'll still need to get out of there the same way when we gas the place." Tombstone showed some concern for Halon's well being.
"I'll just go out the same way, so that way if they try to run when the gas does go off they have a tank blocking the path." Halon put his hand on the gate to emphasize his point, "In addition to that I can still fire at them from that position so I can take out their other buildings and remove their cover."
"Sounds good so far, but it sounds like they might be able to take a tank out. Hell they may even have their own." Tombstone replied as he watched for Halon's reaction.
"So," Halon sat back in his chair "we have the possibility of anti-armor then."
The two sat in silence for a bit before Halon began to smile, "Feth them, cuz they ain't got gak on us. The Abrams is the best tank in the world today so anything less is a piece of cake. If they have people with RPGs and the likes I think I can trust your men to gun them down."
"Alright then so you want my guys to cover your tank?" Tombstone said smiling.
"No, I expect your men to kill her men and I expect them to want to take out the guys with the biggest guns." Halon continued, "What I plan is for my tank to smash through the front gate," Halon smashed his fist on the gate,"then I start to shoot the living gak out of any towers or buildings they have to make as much cover as possible disappear while your men ride in and start shooting the gak out of anything that moves," Halon ran his fingers through the carving to show the path he determined for the bikers, "after we raise hell your bikers throw some gas canisters and pull the feth out of there," Halon opened his hands on the table to mimic the spread of the gas, "then I pull the tank back to the gate to prevent them from escaping and shooting your guys in the back."
Halon sat back in the chair and folded his hands and watched Tombstone think over the plan.
"Any questions or suggestions?" Halon asked happy with his plan.
Keira leaves camp-5 AMish.
Deadman tells Tombstone she left-5:15 AM ish
Big old zombie shows up-6:30 AM ish
Deadman drags zombie into Med Center 7;00 AN ish
Halon Talks with Tombstone,runs into zombies in Cafeteria-7:30-8:00 AM ish.
Hog Arrives...Stuff happens-8:30 AM-ish.
So unless I'm completly nuts it's about 9:00-9;30 AM...ish.
This is based off ghosty posting that as Keira was leaving it was "still dark...but dawn was approaching."
Tombstone smiled at Halon..." I think your plans a solid one bro." the biker said.
" One thing though" Tombstone said
" What's that?" Halon asked.
" I'm still to banged up to ride in with my boys" The biker said.
" Hey Tomb...I know you've just been wounded..I don't expect you to go." Halon said.
" Oh...but I am going bro" Tombstone said..." In the tank with you...I might not be able to run around and fight yet,but I can damn sure sit in a chair and fire a weapon."
Halon looked at the biker " Are you sure man?"
Tombstone laughed " Ain't no way in hell I'm going to miss this fight bro...me and you...and ...Ajax in the tank...we'll shoot,you do the driving."
the biker laughed again " Deadman,Scratch and Cutter...Mace and Hog...they can ride in and drop the bombs,take care of anyone who wants to shoot up your pretty tank."
Halon nodded " What about our people here...what do we do about them?"
" Hopefully we get to Jennifer and her men before they get to us." Tombstone said " But we've got the tree lines wired...and the other tank will be here...they'll have a fighting chance if trouble shows."
"Maybe we should just evac everyone." Halon said.
" Maybe so..." Tombstone answered " But first...we need to brief the boys on what we're gonna do."
Halon,Tomb and Ajax in the tank
+ Deadman,Cutter,Scratch,Mace and (maybe) Hog (If not we'll substitute a few of Halons men),head for Jennifer's base and take it out.
At the lumber camp the remaining survivors either A) evacuate..( Evacuate?..in our moment of triumph?..tsk,I think you over estimate their chances.)...or B)...and personally I like B...are reinforced by Sillyboy and company and hold the fort.
....Thoughts?...Ideas?....any way we can blame Dark if things go wrong?
FM Ninja 048 wrote:can we wait until tomorrow before we start on the killing each other stuff, I've still got a couple posts to do
Most definitely Ninja...believe me I'm not going to try to pull any fast ones by "out posting " you...were going to have our self a fair and square punch up here.
All RPs concerning Combat/Attacks/etc will start tomorrow.
FM Ninja 048 wrote:can we wait until tomorrow before we start on the killing each other stuff, I've still got a couple posts to do
Most definitely Ninja...believe me I'm not going to try to pull any fast ones by "out posting " you...were going to have our self a fair and square punch up here.
All RPs concerning Combat/Attacks/etc will start tomorrow.
NOOOOOOO! IT'S A TRAP FITZZ, NINJA PLANS TO ATTACK US TONIGHT!
In all seriousness though we need one more person in the tank and Halon will probably plan on having Mace stay behind to command the people who either evacuate or stay behind.
FM Ninja 048 wrote:can we wait until tomorrow before we start on the killing each other stuff, I've still got a couple posts to do
Most definitely Ninja...believe me I'm not going to try to pull any fast ones by "out posting " you...were going to have our self a fair and square punch up here.
All RPs concerning Combat/Attacks/etc will start tomorrow.
NOOOOOOO! IT'S A TRAP FITZZ, NINJA PLANS TO ATTACK US TONIGHT!
In all seriousness though we need one more person in the tank and Halon will probably plan on having Mace stay behind to command the people who either evacuate or stay behind.
Funny...I was just thinking the same thing....the part about Mace staying behind...not the Ninja trap part.
It would make perfect sense that Halon would want to leave a competent commander behind.
...Wait we need 4 people in the tank?...hell you'd think I'd have remembered that after all the " How many people does it take to drive/opperate a tank" discussion that went on .
FM Ninja 048 wrote:and then Red 6 flew over the lumber camp, dropping canisters of SARIN gas everwhere while Hardie took a whizz out of the rear door
only joking
Fortunately for those at the camp,Deadman had covered the entire structure with a giant trampoline...causing the canisters of SARIN gas to bounce straight up into the air,striking red 6 and sending it plummeting from the sky...Hardie screamed as he fell from the aircraft,whizzing in his own face as he spiraled to the ground only to strike the trampoline himself and bounce directly into an approaching horde of zombies.
FM Ninja 048 wrote:and then Red 6 flew over the lumber camp, dropping canisters of SARIN gas everwhere while Hardie took a whizz out of the rear door
only joking
Fortunately for those at the camp,Deadman had covered the entire structure with a giant trampoline...causing the canisters of SARIN gas to bounce straight up into the air,striking red 6 and sending it plummeting from the sky...Hardie screamed as he fell from the aircraft,whizzing in his own face as he spiraled to the ground only to strike the trampoline himself and bounce directly into an approaching horde of zombies.
THE END.
You forgot high-fiving Jesus Fitzz, I am ashamed, I really am.
FM Ninja 048 wrote:and then Red 6 flew over the lumber camp, dropping canisters of SARIN gas everwhere while Hardie took a whizz out of the rear door
only joking
Fortunately for those at the camp,Deadman had covered the entire structure with a giant trampoline...causing the canisters of SARIN gas to bounce straight up into the air,striking red 6 and sending it plummeting from the sky...Hardie screamed as he fell from the aircraft,whizzing in his own face as he spiraled to the ground only to strike the trampoline himself and bounce directly into an approaching horde of zombies.
THE END.
You forgot high-fiving Jesus Fitzz, I am ashamed, I really am.
Alas, I lack your flair for imaginative silliness...I was going to have Hardie,upon hitting the trampoline transform it into a billion bite sized chocolate donuts...but felt it would be a bit OTT...in retrospect...I blame Dark.
I demand the bulldozer be turned into a battlewagon!!
As for this whole fight...time to get the feth out!
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Theron and Snyder walked into the other medical room, spying two assistants helping Patrick up, but failing several times.
"Stop, stop!" Theron shouted, seeing the look of discomfort on Patrick's face.
They put him down on the bed in a sitting position, they had clearly been trying and failing for a while.
"Can't you give him a wheelchair or something?" Snyder asked, concerned
"Yes, I suppose we could spare one to give you" the girl sighed, going to get one from a closet
"We are leaving. Immediately." Patrick said, weary.
"But-" Snyder started
"No!" Patrick said, irritated, showing a rare moment of frustration
Snyder closed his mouth, seeing that Patrick was in no mood to argue.
They helped Patrick into a wheelchair, finally putting his body at some sort of rest.
They got outside of the building, seeing Jennifer giving orders to a soldier in the middle of the encampment, going over to her.
"We are leaving, Ma'am. We appreciate your help very much." Snyder said, smiling
"Yes...thank you for the information. Hopefully you won't get shot at again any time soon" she said, clearly tired herself
"Your vehicle has been repaired slightly and filled up with gas. Feel free to grab some ration packs." she finished
"Thank you" Patrick started "Kill Tombstone if you have the chance...he is insane at this point, and danger to Halon."
"Yes...I would like that as well..." She muttered, motioning them away
They mounted up, laying Patrick in the back, stretched out.
Theron got in the drivers seat, while Snyder rode shotgun, they started up the car and started to move out of the compound. Jennifer motioned to let them out.
Jennifer walked over to the open window where Patrick was sitting
"Make sure we don't meet again.....for your sake" she said, her voice dripping with venom
They rumbled out of the encampment, Theron waving out the window to Jennifer.
"Where to, Captain?" Theron questioned
"North, to past day New York...he will be there" Patrick said
"Who is he, tough guy?" a girly voice from the back sounded.
I honestly have to say,that with the exception of you making a run for it. ( FACE ME DAMN YOU!!!),this is one of the best RPs you've written.
Your honestly adding some depth to Patrick in showing his vulnerability...nicely done.
I honestly have to say,that with the exception of you making a run for it. ( FACE ME DAMN YOU!!!),this is one of the best RPs you've written.
Your honestly adding some depth to Patrick in showing his vulnerability...nicely done.
To sort out the confusion.. or at least attempt to catalogue it..
After ghosty's post, I thought it was morning on DAY 5.
But then FITZZ said it had only been 6-7 hours..
Then everyone got confuzzled and I assumed we'd gone with 6-7 hours.. but if you're going to say we're on DAY 5 morning.. I'll go with it.
@Scrazza/sillyboy/kias - you guys might just want to get holed up somewhere, have your dudes sleep/go on patrol shifts in somewhere 'safe' and then by the time your characters wake up it'll be present time.
The truck suddenly came to a halt. Smoke coming from it's engine.
Yerith cursed as he stept out of the truck. He quickly popped the hood. A big plume of smoke appeared.
Yerith coughed as he took a look. "Goddamm*t, the -insert engine part- is toasted" He said to robbie. "Can you fix it?"
"Yea, but it's going to take a while. Cause i don't have the neccesary tools." "Wel start then, I don't wanna spent the rest of my life here." "Yes, boss."
Robbie stept out the truck. He looked at the flatbed behind them. "Why did the truck died on this place." he tought. The truck blocked the road, so to just switch from vehicle wouldn't help.
"Come out guys." Robbie said to the people on the back of the truck. "It looks like we are going to be here a while."
"How long?" "I don't have a clue." The group sighed as they jumped out of the truck. "Shouldn't we check the area for zeds?" Dietn asked. Robbie nodded.
Fox and Dietn sat by the campfire. They volunteered to take the first watch. They had check the surroundings.
Finding no evidence of zeds. But also no traces of animals. Dietn didn't felt good about that. Why weren't ther any animals around?
Fox sipped from the bottle, passing the little that was left over to Dietn. He took the bottle and drunk it empty. He enjoyed the warm, fuzzy feeling inside him.
"I still owe you that kiss, don't I." It took Dietn some time to give an answer, his cheeks starting to blush. "Ah....don't mention it, it was a stupid bet anyway." "No." she said, while looking in his eyes. "you've won fair and square" and she kissed him. Dietn was taken by suprise, but quickly kissed her back. His heart pounding fast.
"Sorry to interrupt" Carter said walking to the campfire. Fox and dietn quickly stopt kissing. "Oh...um....it's not.....u."
"Don't worry" Carter said. "I saw nothing. Why don't you kids get some sleep. I just talked to Yerith. we'll be up and running in about 2 hours."
Carter looked at the kids who quickly felt a sleep, laying next to eachother. He streched his hands out above the campfire. Looking into the flames. Remembering the time he once knew love.
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I took the opportunity, to let the relationship between fox an dietn 'improve'. Hope you guys liked it.
.....you have to very careful with RP romances...very often it ends with the object of your characters affections eaten by zeds...or shot full of holes...or dying in some other horrible way.
Fox isn't exactly a kid if I remember correctly.. at the beginning of the RP she was married after all! Then she was happy when her inbred husband got eaten by zombies.
By the way, since when did zed become a name for zombies?
Wasting no time,Deadman rapidly set about constructing a dozen Chlorine gas bombs,he wished he could make more...but time simply wouldn't allow it,they would just have to make these count.
The biker figured that,coupled with the fragmentation pipe bombs,the gas bombs would serve their purpose.
Deadman moved over to the second table to check the progress there,Ajax and Scratch had continued to produce virus rounds,while Cutter was busily filling magazines with the lethal bullets.
Cutter looked over at Deadman " I've got a couple dozen mags for MP5s loaded up,plus a few dozen for both Beretta 9mm and Colt 1911...I've marked all the "blood mags" with a strip of red tape...so we won't get them mixed up with standard loads."
Deadman nodded and placed a couple of boxes of .12 gauge 00 buck shot on the table " Finish the rounds your working on...then do these..." the biker placed a large syringe on the table " Draw up the blood...injected into the top of the shell...then wax it...the spread pattern on the buckshot should insure a nice lethal hail of virus covered fun."
Scratch nodded...." Just doing the last batch of .45 now man...how many shells you want?"
Deadman shook his head " Try for a hundred...but work quick...we're running out of time."
The biker paused and smiled..a brilliant idea entering his mind,he quickly snatched up the remaining explosives from the nearby table and rushed for the door. " I'll be back...hurry up with those shells." he said.
Darkvoidof40k wrote:Fox isn't exactly a kid if I remember correctly.. at the beginning of the RP she was married after all! Then she was happy when her inbred husband got eaten by zombies.
By the way, since when did zed become a name for zombies?
I always thought zed meant 'zombie-dead'.
I prefer the terms "Walker" or "Ghoul"...I even like "Stench's",but "Zed"...at least AFAIK came into use in the film "Shaun of the Dead."
Remember the rain... so pretty much everyone is inside.
So.. we're agreed that for the campers and co. it's about 9:00 AM on Day 5? That means there's been plenty of time for supplying a Terrorist organisa- I mean, making defensive weaponry.
Darkvoidof40k wrote:Fox isn't exactly a kid if I remember correctly.. at the beginning of the RP she was married after all! Then she was happy when her inbred husband got eaten by zombies.
By the way, since when did zed become a name for zombies?
I always thought zed meant 'zombie-dead'.
I prefer the terms "Walker" or "Ghoul"...I even like "Stench's",but "Zed"...at least AFAIK came into use in the film "Shaun of the Dead."
Ghouls is the most common, or perhaps after undead. Zombie is surprisingly uncommon because it just makes you want to laugh when we think about the undead.
By the way, there's going to be a nice little surprise (yes, another one! ) this weekend.. with any luck.. and it bodes ill for you all.
Yes, I do believe I am quite intent on killing you all.
My RP romance ended in Rachel getting squished. Anyway sorry for the delay of me getting back online, its just as I have said before, I am at bording school so I do have commitments quite a lot. But I do try and slot something in whenever I can. So @Sillboy if you ask me something like in the morning or something don't wait for me really as normally you won't get an answer until about 4ish.
Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:My RP romance ended in Rachel getting squished. Anyway sorry for the delay of me getting back online, its just as I have said before, I am at bording school so I do have commitments quite a lot. But I do try and slot something in whenever I can. So @Sillboy if you ask me something like in the morning or something don't wait for me really as normally you won't get an answer until about 4ish.
You.. you.. you're at.. bording school? Ouch.
You did at least bring your away-from-home-home-school survival kit? Y'know, the basics.. combat shotgun.. cheesecake for bribing those fat pimps.. condoms..
One time I got assualted by about 8 at the same time there on Point Lookout (I assume you are talking about that) but my nice old Jingweis Shocksword helped me out (and the Gauss Rifle)
Darkvoidof40k wrote:Dawn of the Living Dead.. heh, I gets it.
Yes, Romero's original "Trilogy" were Night of the Living Dead(1968),Dawn of the Dead (1978) and Day of the Dead (1984),these three films IMO are the standard by witch all zombie films are judged.
They also provided much of the "established knowledge" concerning zombies...if anyone has NOT seen these films,I would urge them to do so.
Falco was standing a bit further away from their little camp. He was told by Carter that he should go to sleep, but he couldn't, his head was too full of thoughts. Both Tank and Jun had died in thier last zombie encounter. Thier numbers were decreasing fast. How long would it be until finally it was his life that was taken away?
Also he had seen the kids Dietn and Fox earlier, could him and Rachel have been like that if she had lived, or should he have stayed behind instead? Falco couldn't get Rachel's death out of his head.
Also, he did'nt want anybody else to notice his thoughts, it could make him look weak, and distracted from the task at hand. He may be able to hide his facial emotions, and being silent stopped people finding out that way, but he couldn't hide his bodily movements.
He took his knife out, and cleaned it, then stared at his reflection in it. Then he saw the skull mask that had been given to him so very long ago.
Halon leaned back in his chair " We'll need a fourth man in the tank." he said..." And, I believe we should leave Mace behind."
" Huh?" Mace said with some surprise " That's gak...I'm more than up for taking these feths on."
Halon looked over and Mace " That's my point Mace...we need to have competent leaders back here as well...in case they somehow avoid us and hit the camp while were rushing off to engage them....your more than qualified to take command here."
Tombstone nodded " Halons right man...you've spent the most time with his people as well...you know them and they respect you...your the best choice to command in our absence."
Mace nodded.." Ok...I'll hold the fort..."
" Good" Halon said " I'll feel alot better with you in charge back here."
Hog looked at Halon and Tombstone and spoke " I don't have a problem rolling with you all....but I need to speak to Keira...we..we had some problems the last time I saw her...and..I just need to talk with her."
Tombstone looked at Halon,and lowered his head.
" What is it Stone." Hog said..his voice rising " Did something happen to Keira?!"
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.... yes......yes, that'll work.