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Jimmy began to think they had a clear shot all the way to the museum,he and Artemis had been running through the ruined city for almost ten minutes and so far had encountered no infected.
" Looks like our luck is holding out." Jimmy thought.
A Moment later he was knocked completely off his feet by a charging infected,the creature had been a bull of a man,larger even than the man called Ranger who they had left back on the roof.
Jimmy and the behemoth crashed to the tarmac,bright stars flashing before Jimmy's eyes on impact.." Sometimes they don't make any noise" Jimmy recalled Artemis saying earlier...this one hadn't...and now it had him.
Jimmy's machete had been knocked from his grip in the initial collision...now Jimmy did his best to simply keep the slavering monstrosity from biting into him...grasping it's thick throat with all his might he kicked out hard into the infecteds mid section knocking it back....not good enough...it was to strong.
" Artemis" Jimmy thought " Where is she."
Jimmy's hand fell to the grip of the sawed off .12 Gauge..." No choice" he thought pulling it free from the make shift holster and forcing the barrels against the creatures head.
" No!!" Artemis yelled " They'll hear us!!"
Jimmy squeezed one of the triggers and the weapon roared echoing down the city streets.
The Hulking infecteds head vaporized and it's massive form toppled off of Jimmy.
Jimmy gasped for air and struggled to regain his footing as Artemis rushed to his side.
" You fething idiot" she yelled " Firing that gun was like ringing the diner bell.."
Jimmy had enough..he viciously shoved Artemis to the ground and snatched his machete up from where it lay on the blacktop.
" I'm sick of your smart ass mouth." Jimmy yelled " I did what I had to do...that thing was going to fething kill me."
Artemis glared at Jimmy from where she had landed...her eyes blazing as she leapt to her feet.
Jimmy smiled at her..." You mad?...then fething kill me" he spat twirling the machete.
The screams of the infected drifted down the streets...they were coming.
Artemis shook her head..." C'mon...lets move before they're on top of us."
Jimmy nodded and again the two sprinted for the museum.
Up ahead was the Truck. A handful of jampots filled with petrol still lay where they had been dropped, and Ranger quickly snatched them up. Sergei meanwhile clambered into the back of the vehicle and snatched up the box. With a second glance, he also snatched up some binoculars that had been taped to the ceiling.
"Funny." Sergei didn't remember seeing them there before.
"Hey Ranger, any sign of Honby out there?"
In response, he heard a clink of a glass jar bouncing off the ground. Sergei froze, his entire body tensing.
"Ranger?"
Silence.
"gak man." Sergei pulled out his Python, and checked the bullets. 5 shots, 5 kills. Sergei stood, crouched in the back of the Truck for a whole minute, counting each second as they rolled by. Eventually, he risked poking his head out the back, and glancing around tentatively. Ranger had gone, as had most of the makeshift molotovs. No sign of a struggle though. Maybe the big guy had actually left him.
Sorry for not posting for so long. I haven't read it through yet, but I presume my character is dead. That's good, I wasn't planning on picking it up. My RP inspiration has smewhat left me after what I've been through these few weeks. Again, sorry.
Not sure as to what to do next, Sergei began to move into the forest to his immediate left, following a hastily trampled track through the knee length grass. Whether this was an animal track, or the signs of a desperate pursuit through the forest, Sergei couldn’t tell, but he made sure his pistol was always in hand, and the fire axe resting on his shoulder. Occasionally the bushes ahead rustled, as if teasing him into firing, and giving his position away. But he kept his cool, and inched along the trail bit by bit, frequently stopping to listen for movement. An hour or so later, Sergei began to find his trail inclining upward steeply, and the leisurely walk soon changed to a desperate scramble up an almost vertical surface, his hands snatching at roots, at rocks and scrabbly moss, his fingers finding grip in the most unlikely of surfaces.
A scream echoed from directly above, and Sergei found himself watching as an infected charged down the slope straight at him. It’s run was short lived however, as the hill became a drop, and soon the enraged man was falling head over heels down the hill, striking against trees and boulders, and at each collision Sergei heard the cracking of ribs, or the sound of a tender steak being pummelled. By the time the infected man reached Sergei, his body was heavily mangled, and definitely not alive. The body dropped past harmlessly and down into the forest below. Exhaling deeply, as he had been holding his breath for the entire descent, Sergei began to climb again. The climb was laborious to say the least, but eventually, his hand gripped hold of the pinnacle of his climb; the grassy lip of the cliff face. Pulling himself up onto the Plateau, Sergei sat at the edge, breathing in a lungful of air. It was thinner up here, and from his vantage point, he could see from one end of the Island to the other, barring the mess of haphazard buildings that he recognised as a city. Sergei then looked around the rest of the Plateau he found himself upon. It was roughly 25 metres in diameter, and sitting on the top nestled between a pair of ancient wizened oaks, was a small corrugated iron shack, with a wind chime out front. Sergei was very wary of the building; it was heavily rusted, and it had a foreboding presence about it. It’s only window, at the side was boarded up, and the door was hanging off its hinges. From what he could determine, only one infected had been up here, but there could be many more in the small building. You just couldn’t tell.
Eventually, Sergei crossed the small distance to the door, and rang the wind chimes. The delicate clanging of metal tubes together provoked no infected from streaming from the Shack, so Sergei entered. Inside was a mess, it had obviously been the home of the infected for maybe a week, judging from the chaos within. Whatever had happened, someone had locked the crazed beast inside the shack, and had boarded up the windows. However, a home was a home, and Sergei was beginning to feel slight pangs of hunger. A quick rummage through the detritus on the floor found himself a can of baked beans, and a spoon. Using his fire axe, Sergei cleaved the can almost in twain, and began to scoop out the contents into a saucepan. The more Sergei moved around in the shack, the more he came to realise, that this was an ideal base of operations. It was a perfect sniper position, it had a working stove, a small bedset, and after a more calculated examination, enough provisions to last him a month. He just needed to get rid of all the smashed pottery, a splintered wood, and hundreds of pages torn from books. With nothing better to do, Sergei did just that, piling the deadly shrapnel into various buckets, and then placing them near the only climbable position on his own personal little mountain. If anyone were to come a climbing, he’d give them hell. With that done, Sergei ate his beans, and settled into preparing for the task of hunting a key.
Well I thought substituting the bunker for the shack, and as for the laughter thing, I think it's subjective, isn't it? I mean, you don't see Deadpool cackling his face off as he mercilessly obliterates everything in his path, do you?
The island has been "cleared" of most firearms...one may come across some ancient POS like I found or a pistol with very limited ammo like ghosty has....but for the most part..guns are going to be very hard to come by...doubt we'll be locating any "Shadow Fortress" on this Island.
The island has been "cleared" of most firearms...one may come across some ancient POS like I found or a pistol with very limited ammo like ghosty has....but for the most part..guns are going to be very hard to come by...doubt we'll be locating any "Shadow Fortress" on this Island.
-grin-
I know, but it's gonna happen sooner rather than later, I'm sure. But until then, my dudes will be just fine hacking away with swords.. and mysteriously turning into seven-foot-tall power-armored giants with chainswords and the same time..
Race for the Museum Part lll...
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Jimmy pounded down the littered street,Artemis several yards ahead..the howls of the infected echoing everywhere...no way to tell exactly where they were...or from what direction they were coming..
" Move Jimmy Move!!" Artemis shouted over her shoulder as she hurdled the mangled remains of some poor woman that lay in her path.
Jimmy's chest burned as he struggled to keep up with Artemis,his ribs a symphony of agony from being smashed by the monstrous infected man earlier.
In the distance Jimmy could see the Museum " Just a little more.." He Told himself " Push it ..push it!!"
He saw Artemis freeze and draw her swords...
" Feth." he thought catching up to her " This can't be good."
Charging from the west were at least two dozen screaming infected..several blocks away..but closing fast..
directly ahead..a dozen blocking the entrance to the museum and charging straight for them.
" Now you can use your gun." Artemis said as she rushed the infected in front of her,decapitating two as her swords flashed.
Jimmy rushed behind her firing both barrels as he charged,the buckshot ripping through three infected sending them sprawling as he swung his machete at the skull of another.
" Run dammit Run!!" Artemis yelled impaling an infected as she slept over the roof of a burned out car.
" No time to reload " Jimmy thought Swinging the .12 Gauge like a club into the face of a grasping creature and driving his machete through it's chest.
Jimmy dodged another drooling crazy and sprinted for the museum entrance,Artemis already there attempting to open the door.
Jimmy quickly reloaded the .12 Gauge " C'mon...get that door open!" He shouted.
" I...I can't" Artemis said " My key is bent.."
Jimmy fired a single barrel at two rushing infected dropping both " What!!?" he bellowed.
" Keys bent!" Artemis yelled " Quick...to the side...up the fire escape."
" Feth me!!" Jimmy yelled rushing behind Artemis to the side of the building and diving onto the fire escape ladder..
Glancing down..Jimmy saw that the horde from the west had reached the bottom of the building...some thrashed mindlessly screaming up at Artemis and Jimmy as they climbed out of reach...but several begin to climb after them.
" Did you know they could climb!!" Jimmy yelled up to Artemis who had almost reached the top of the building.
" Some are smarter than others." she said " Move your ass." She disappeared over the edge of the building.
" No Gak!!" Jimmy yelled up after her as he sped up the ladder.
sillyboy wrote:Wow that was an action packed rp. This was your best on yet.
Thanks bro...I'm hopping to add to the action once Artemis and Jimmy reach the rooftop...as well as when they enter the Museum.
Also..I'm knocking around some ideas about Artemis and her "relationship" to Fox along with her "Plans"...but nothing solid yet...plus..that's more your department than mine....poor Jimmy is just along for the ride at this point.
Race for the Museum Part lV...
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Throwing a leg over the lip of the building Jimmy landed with a bone jarring thud on the roof..
He quickly glanced around for Artemis seeing her working rapidly on a service entrance door.
" Is it locked?" Jimmy yelled over to Artemis.
The girl turned giving him a "How stupid are you." Look before returning to the door.
" B****" Jimmy mutterd returning his attention to the infected scaling the fire escape, a half dozen or more were clambering up the ladders frothing and howling as they came.
" Feth" Jimmy said " Not good." he quickly scanned the rooftop for signs of anything he could use to drop on them as they had done when atop the other building...but ultimately found nothing.
" Damn it!!" Jimmy shouted " They're coming up!!"
" So stop them." Artemis said flatly,focusing on the doors lock.
" Stop them.." Jimmy said shaking his head " What a fantastic idea...wish I'd thought of it." he said sarcastically
He drew the .12 Gauge and stared at it " No..better save ammo" he thought returning it to it's holster and drawing the Machete.
As the first infected peered over the lip of the building..Jimmy swung the blade with all his might taking the screaming creatures head from it;s body in a bloody fountain.
Jimmy peered over the edge watching the corpse plummet,striking another infected as it fell and knocking it screaming from the ladder as well.
Jimmy laughed to himself " No problem..just hack them as they reach the top...one at a time."
Jimmy's jubilance was quickly wiped away as the leering face of another Infected appeared across the rooftop...they were coming up both fire escapes.
" Damn it get that door open!!" Jimmy yelled as he charged across the rooftop towards the infected clambering over the side.
Jimmy smashed the creature in the face with his machete knocking it from the roof to plummet to the street bellow...he quickly glanced over the side...more were coming up here as well...
Race for the Museum Part V
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" Artemis!!" Jimmy shouted " Watch the other ladder...they're coming up both sides!!"
Artemis turned as an Infected climbed over the edge of the roof and stumbled towards her.." Damn!!" she yelled ducking and rolling under it's grasp drawing her sword as she did...with a single fluid upstroke she disemboweled the advancing creature and turned to the fire escape.
" Do something Jimmy!!" she yelled " I need to get that door open."
" Give me a second." Jimmy said studying the ladders support bolts..Jimmy drew his shotgun and using the grip hammered at one of the rusted bolts knocking it loose..an infected grabbed for his arm and almost knocked the shotgun from his grasp.
" Down boy." Jimmy said burying the machete into the creatures skull and watching it fall to the street,splattering across the hood of a destroyed car bellow.
Jimmy wrenched the end of the ladder loose and kicked at the remaining support with all his might.
The ladder gave way and toppled from the side of the building under the weight of the climbing infected and crashed to the ground .
Jimmy felt a sudden tug at his leg and saw that one infected had grasped onto his pants cuff..it glared up at him as it dangled five stories above the street...Jimmy tried to kick the creature loose...but felt himself being drug forward...he was going to go over the edge if he didn't get this thing of him..
" Fetch it" Jimmy said unfastening his pants and letting them rip from his body..he glanced over the building edge in time to see the infected hit the street...Jimmy's shredded pants gripped in one hand.
" Get over here!!" Artemis yelled..
Jimmy turned and racing across the roof in his boxers and boots shoved another howling creature from the rooftop.
Artemis stared at Jimmy for a moment and burst out laughing.
" ...Just get the damn door open" Jimmy said twirling his machete and moving to guard the fire escape.
A few moments latter...just as Jimmy hacked into the face of the last climbing infected ,he heard the door behind him swing open with a loud creek.
" Got It" Artemis called over her shoulder still giggling.
" Whoopie Gak." Jimmy said following Artemis into the upper hallways..." So...do they have..wax figures in this Museum?"
Artemis simply shook her head and laughed as she bolted the door behind them.
Jimmy followed Artemis down a long flight of stairs before reaching a service entrance.
Pressing her ear to the door,Artemis listened...sounded quiet on the other side,she slowly opened the door.
The service entrance gave way to a large hallway,various offices on either side,the Museums administrators and staff had obviously worked back here.
" So..why are we here?" Jimmy asked
" Well...first we'll find you a new wardrobe" Artemis laughed " I'm thinking something pioneer for you...perhaps a coonskin cap."
" You know...just because your a kid doesn't mean I won't punch you." Jimmy said with a jest.
" I'd advise against it...especially in your attire." Said Artemis opening the access door to the Museum itself.
Inside,it was silent...not a sound other than their breathing,Jimmy was reminded of the church he'd been in for Billy's funeral many years ago.
Suddenly the silence was shattered by a long warbling howl...across the museum two infected appeared,both dressed in the tattered and bloody uniforms of museum security...
Jimmy raised his crossbow and fired,the bolt striking the creature who had taken the lead in the face,the infected guard screamed and clawed at the arrow..but continued it's charge...the other was sprinting towards Artemis,who held her sword ready,a bored look on her face.
Jimmy fired a second bolt...this one taking the creature in the throat...it halted for a moment..a long gurgled howl emitting from it's destroyed windpipe,then staggered forth.
" Eh...feth this " Jimmy said drawing his machete and advancing on the infected as Artemis beheaded the raving creature who had reached her.
With a single swing,Jimmy buried the machetes blade deep into the infected guards head....it tumbled to the floor convulsing.
" Now." Artemis said " Lets go get you some pants."
Jimmy's quest for pants..Part l.
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Jimmy and Artemis walked quietly through the museum,Jimmy staring up at a looming T-Rex skeleton as they entered the Museum proper.
" Well.." Jimmy said " At least we don't have to deal with anything like that." he laughed.
" If Fox had a way to time travel...we would be." Artemis said flatly.
" If you hate him so much...why do you work for him?" Jimmy said.
Artemis drove her elbow hard into Jimmy's abdomen ..doubling him over.
" I told you!..I don't work for Fox!" Artemis yelled.
Jimmy stood and grabbed the girl so quickly it shocked her,he twisted her arms behind her back and forced a knee into her back driving her to the floor.
" Don't feed me that gak" Jimmy said through gritted teeth " Your to damn good to be trapped here..so..if your not working for him...what's your fething story?"
" Let me up!" Artemis yelled
Jimmy sighed and turned loose of the girl,stepping back in case she decided to attack him.
" I told you...I don't work for Fox...and that's all you need to know right now!!" the girl yelled " I've helped you from the moment you landed on this island...and your ass would be dead if not for me!!"
Jimmy folded his arms and stared at the girl " Ok...so you don't work for Fox..why the hell are you here?"
" I have my reasons...if that's not good enough then go to hell" Artemis said " And...if you ever put your hands on me again...I'll kill you."
Jimmy shook his head " No..I don't think you will..I think you need me for something..I don't know what it is...but...I doubt you'd go through the trouble of saving me just to cut my throat yourself."
Artemis sighed " Just...keep your hands to yourself.."
Jimmy nodded "Ok..."
The Girl looked around " There's some pants for you" she said pointing to a wax display of Washington crossing the Delaware.
" Go to hell" Jimmy laughed walking towards a room marked Military through The Ages.
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Jimmy walked down a wide corridor,wax figures displayed on each side depicting various "Great Warriors" of History.
Passing Roman centurions and Scottish Highlanders Jimmy shook his head hoping somewhere further up along the displays he'd locate a warrior who actually wore pants.
Artemis walked slowly behind him,staring intently at the wax figures...she paused and looked towards Jimmy...and burst out laughing.
Jimmy was standing in front of a scene depicting the Battle of the Alamo..staring at the figure of Davey Crockett,Kentucky long riffle in hand...bedecked in buckskin...and a coonskin cap.
He turned and looked at Artemis " I'm not wearing that." he said walking further up the corridor.
Artemis burst out giggling,supporting herself on the wall as she did.
Eventually Jimmy came to displays of more Modern times,a World War l Dough boy,a British RAF pilot,German Wehrmacht,Japanese SNLF...a Vietnam war era Green Beret..followed by an US Army Ranger.
Jimmy pulled the wax figure of the Ranger from it's display and begin to remove it's boots and OD BDUs.
He turned at the sounds of Artemis laughing hysterically once again.
" Just what the hell is so damn funny?" Jimmy asked puzzled.
" You..You.." Artemis gasped trying to catch her breath through her laughter " You didn't even ask him his name or buy him a drink first."
Jimmy turned to the wax figure whose pants were now around it's knees and pulled it close " My names Jimmy" he said in his best Elvis impersonation " What's yours little mama?" he drawled planting a kiss on the figures wax lips.
Artemis collapsed to the floor...her laughter echoing through the silent museum.
Jacob and Marcus had been heading towards the museum for about five minutes at a more than reasonable pace, considering the number of Infected that were around. Suddenly, one burst out of an obscured alleyway, and as Marcus shouted "Look out!" just in time, Jacob managed to dodge a swipe from elongated fingers. His right fist smashed into its face, followed by a backhand and then a left punch to the stomach. Then, he dropped to the ground, held up by his hands, and knocked the Infected's legs from under it with his own. He jumped up as Marcus brought a steel-etched boot slamming down on its face a few times, ending its miserable immitation of life.
Marcus grimaced as he surveyed the mess on his boot. "He buying me a new pair o' these," he joked, indicating to his boots as he wiped the life-gruel of the Infected off on some nearby grass. "We should move," Jacob stated flatly, cleaning his fists on the grass just to be sure. After all, it'd be a real shame for his.. monumental.. ambitions to be left unrealized in the rotting body of one of them. The very idea of it disgusted him. "Yeah, lets move," Marcus concurred, and so they set off once again. Looking back the way they had come, half-a-dozen more Infected had caught wind of them. "We can't outrun them, they're too close - grab something," Jacob ordered calmly, picking up an Iron bar that was lying nearby, increasing his damage potential tenfold. Marcus started lobbing stones - it was unlikely to have a great deal of effect, but he managed to knock down one with a lucky headshot, and make another stumble before he ran out of "ammo". Jacob slammed his impromptu weapon into his first assailant, the blunt-end smashing through its face just below the temple, and gouging out an eye, stopping to break a nose on its way out. He continued his attack by reversing his first blow and slamming it, two-handed, into the Infected's throat, not once, not twice, but thrice, to catastrophic effect. The Infected collapsed, off-coloured blood pouring from its face and its neck twisted and broken.
A second Infected ran at him, and he braced himself. On the moment of impact, he bent low and using his arm and its momentum, sent it flying over his back. The feel of its wet, squishy flesh on his neck sickened him, his hatred for these abominations growing with every passing second. He spun round, and slammed his weapon into the Infected's face. He then continued to beat its face into a bloody, unrecognisable mess. Even after it had stopped moving, he continued to gouge out a bloody crevice within its face. "Jacob!" Someone screamed at the edge of his senses, clouded by his uncharacteristic fury. "Jacob, you bastard, get over here!" He looked up from his gruesome work, and saw Marcus atop a discarded red sports car, kicking and dodging the remaining three Infected. Jacob spared one final glance down at the body below him, spat on it, then ran off to help his friend.
Two Infected turned to meet him, and he dropped the first with a blow to the face and the second fell when Marcus jump off the sports car, and landed on it, crushing it beneath his boots. A stamp on the back of the neck finished it off. The last Infected, a small, runty thing, seemed to realize the hopelessness of its situation, and skulked off back into whatever dark hole it came from.
Marcus looked at him. "You alright Jay?" Jacob breathed deeply a few times, before looking up and nodding. "Yeah, I'll be fine."
They continued on their journey, neither looking back once at the mess they were leaving behind them.
They continued on. It didn't take much longer to reach the museum, however, as they approached, complications presented themselves. Marcus and Jacob took cover behind a bright yellow car, which Marcus turned his lip up at. "Some people have serious taste issues," he complained.
The two 'contestants' surveyed the front of the museum - it seemed to have been swarmed by Infected, and there was an angry vibe in the air. "Well damn, that's a metaphorical kick in the bollocks if I ever saw one. We go through that last group just to meet, what, thirty, forty of 'em here?"
Jacob nodded, "we've taken on more than this before."
"So, what's your point? We've always had some assault rifles before," Marcus replied.
"True," Jacob continued, "but we've always had our brains but rarely had to use them for clearing out infestations. You remember that time when we were stuck in I-36, cut off and almost out of ammo?"
"Yeah, and then we got that oil tanker and rammed the sh*t outta those ugly sons-a-bitches. Dunno 'bout you, but I don't see no oil tanker 'round 'ere."
"I don't know about you, but I don't see five-hundred Infected here."
"Well, what're we sitting around here for? Lets find something that works."
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Jimmy slipped into the BDU pants,then stripped of his tattered shirt and exchanged it for OD shirt worn by the wax figure...Jimmy also decided to take the combat harness as well discovering that the K-Bar knife in the sheath was indeed real...he quickly strap on his machete and holster and slung the bandelier of shotgun shells and quiver of bolts over his chest.
" Well.." He said lacing his boots " How do I look ?"
Artemis laughed again " Like an extra in a John Wayne movie."
Jimmy stagger stepped forward " Well I'll tell ya Pilgrim" He said in his beat Impersonation of the Duke " I'm the best dressed A**hole West of the Pecos."
" Technically your East of the Pecos...but you got the A**hole part right" Artemis laughed.
Jimmy popped his middle finger up at the girl and smiled.
" Let's move upstairs" Artemis said " The files I want to show you are up there."
" Files ?" Jimmy asked
" Yes...files..I think you'll find them interesting." Artemis replied.
Jimmy nodded and the two walked towards the stairwell.
Hmm, sorry for my lack of RP's, I am just trying to think something out. Falco needs to find Rachel as he became quite attached to her on the boat, and as they agreed to work together, but also, he needs to meet up with his brother for obvious reasons. The problem is, if he goes for Rachel first, he may then be way too far away from his brother. But if he goes for his brother first, him and his little group will most probably not care about going to get Rachel.
Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Hmm, sorry for my lack of RP's, I am just trying to think something out. Falco needs to find Rachel as he became quite attached to her on the boat, and as they agreed to work together, but also, he needs to meet up with his brother for obvious reasons. The problem is, if he goes for Rachel first, he may then be way too far away from his brother. But if he goes for his brother first, him and his little group will most probably not care about going to get Rachel.
Bit of a dilemma
If in doubt, grab an AK, find a target-rich-environment, shut your eyes tight.. then... then you SPRAY 'N' PRAY!!!
Jimmy followed Artemis up the flight of stairs into a large office marked " Research Dept."
Inside,Artemis flipped the power on and a bank of computers hummed to life.
" So...what's in these files ?" Jimmy asked sitting down at one of the desk.
" The origins of the virus.." Artemis said " And a possible cure.."
" Cure?" Jimmy said " But...the virus has been contained...for the most part." he paused " Besides...according to all data the State has...the virus in incurable."
" I said possible cure.." Artemis said " And believe me Jimmy..if what I believe will happen does happen...we will need a cure...the hole world will."
Jimmy stared at Artemis...he didn't like the sound of what she was saying.
In the shack was a collection of various pipes. Pipes that were big, Pipes that were small, Pipes that were short, Pipes that were long. All around the shack pipes lay round. Till the new inhabitants began gaining the ground. One by one they collected pipes, big ones, small ones, short ones, long ones, not a single useful pipe was left alone as the group began to arm themselves.
As the group left the shack with their new assortments, they laid their eyes upon a group of infected that had been traveling down the shore. Gripping ever tighter on their new found friends, they prepared for the fight, with a delight that they rushed into battle with these brainless cattle.
Jimmy leaned back in his chair staring at Artemis " What do you mean the world will need a cure?...The Virus was contained...hell with the exception of this crazy fething island..I doubt there are any infected anywhere."
" For now.." Artemis said " But...that could change...rapidly."
" Wha??..How!" Jimmy said.
" Don't you get it.." Artemis said sternly " Fox has the Reaper Virus...enough to decimate half the population of any Country he chooses...think of "The Game" on a national scale..."
" Jesus.." Jimmy whispers.
" Fox is insane Jimmy...obsessed with what he calls the Survival Nucleus...meaning the Elite...those who have the skills to survive any disaster..." Artemis paused "..And soon Fox will be able to turn the World into one giant Game."
" My God.." Jimmy said " Doesn't he remember what it was like...what happened before when the virus was running wild?"
" I'm sure he does.." Artemis said " And..that's the point...he enjoyed it."
" That's..." Jimmy paused.
" Insane.." Artemis finished for him " Doesn't matter...the fact is...he can do it...and...I want to stop him if I can."
" Show me these files.." Jimmy said moving closer to Artemis.
Artemis leaned over and began to type on one of the computer keyboards..." Project: Reaper/Access..Omega 666....."
The screen filled with a wall of text and graphs...Jimmy leaned closer and read what was there..
"100 percent communicable..96 percent of the population dead within the first three years worldwide if unchecked...jesus christ" Jimmy muttered. " And Fox wants to unleash that hell again..?"
Artemis nodded " Survival of the fittest...the ultimate Game"
My god..." Jimmy said in disbelief.
" Stay here..I have some hard copies I want to show you as well" Artemis said " Along with some recorded material I ..borrowed from Fox."
Artemis started for the door when Jimmy stood and moved along side her " Wait...I'll go with you" he said " There could still be more of those crazies creeping around here."
Artemis nodded " Yes...you could be right.."
They exited the room unaware of the camera on the far wall turning to follow them.
OOC:...
That's your cue Chowder...Jimmy and Artemis are headed your way.
Dmitri swore under his breath. The man and the girl were heading his way. He took out the cloth and cleaned the blood from his sword. I don't want to kill them twice, he thought.
Then came the spotlights. One on the girl, and one on the man.
"Well, silly contestants, it appears you have found the bonus stage!" It was the Fox. "For you to advance, you need to help my friend find his wife."
"Damn Damn Damn Damn! I don't want to kill more people!" Dmitri screamed in his head
"You and him will get along just fine. Now, as an added incentive, he's in the room! HAHAHA! Oh, and by the way, you have 60 seconds before the entire place goes boom."
"The HELL?!?!" Screamed the man. "Don't worry, Artemis, we'll get through this- " But Artemis was gone, on the back of Dmitri.
"Come! We go!" Screamed the Russian over the blasts, coming ever so closer.
The three ran. They ran past the corpses, ran past the irreplaceable artifacts, and ran away from the documents. The last thing Dmitri remembered before he came to was the force of the blasts propelling him out the window. The next would be about as gentile.
"WAKE UP!" The girl, Artemis, slammed her sword butt into his temple.
Jimmy had been walking slightly behind Artemis when he was suddenly blinded by glaring light..
" What the.." Jimmy muttered shielding his eyes...
Suddenly Mr. Fox's voice filled the room...Jimmy was to dazed to make out everything being said...but definitely understood what Fox meant by "Boom."
" fething Bomb!!" Jimmy shouted " What the Hell ...Don't worry, Artemis, we'll get through this..."
But Artemis was already on the move...on the back of the man Jimmy assumed Fox had been talking about...
" feth" Jimmy yelled as an explosion somewhere back in the museum shook the floor,he sprinted off following the man...as all around him the museum begin to shake.
Jimmy saw a large wall of decorative windows ahead...it was the only way out now...he could hear a series of explosions moving through the structure...a huge crystal chandelier crashing to the floor as at broke loose from it's housing above..
" Move Goddamnit Move!!" Jimmy yelled as he dove through one of the windows ,the museum disintegrating behind him...
Glancing over his shoulder as he landed and rolled he saw Artemis and the man fly through a second window propelled by the force of the blast.
Artemis tucked and rolled from the mans back...but the man hit the ground with a bone jarring thud..
Jimmy stood staring at the flaming ruins of the Museum...
" Jesus ..." He said.
Artemis was quickly on her feet rushing towards the man..." That explosion is going to draw Evey infected on the island " She said " We have to move quick.."
" Is he dead?" Jimmy said pointing at the man on the ground.
" No.." Artemis said bending over the man..." But we will all be dead if we don't get the hell out of here."
She drew her sword and hit the man in the head with the handle " Wake UP!!" she yelled into the mans face.
His eyes fluttered open as his hand went to his head.
Artemis smiled " If you don't want to die...get on your feet and get moving..."
The man stood wobbling on his feet " Where..where are we going.." he asked
The sounds of the approaching infected had begun to grow.
" I know a place.." Artemis said " Let's go."
With that she was off and running..
" C'mon" Jimmy yelled to the man as he rushed after Artemis..
Just as Jacob and Marcus were about to start searching, several shockwaves, at intervals of about ten seconds, shook the ground. "What in the name of f*ck?" Marcus exclaimed. Jacob had no comforting answer to that question, and they observed in surprise as several fireballs exploded out of the museum. "What are you up to?" Jacob whispered, though he knew Fox couldn't hear him. Or.. could he? He disregarded the thought and watched as the museum continued to die explosively. Several sections collapsed, and a few Infected were killed by falling rubble. Marcus grimaced, "ouch." The rest of the Infected scattered in confusion; like animals running on instinct. But Jacob would be damned if there was anything on this planet that could come back to life and still be called an animal, because 'animal' implied that it was alive. Walking corpse did not.
Marcus also noticed several people jumping out of a far window, rolling athletically, and for some, crashing clumsily, to the ground. After a few seconds spent recovering themselves, the window-jumping-trio began to hastily escape the death throes of the museum as large pieces of rubble were sent flying by the explosions. What the trio of runners did not know, however, was that they were heading straight towards Jacob and Marcus.
"Do we take 'em?" Marcus asked. Jacob considered momentarily, then he decided and turned back to Marcus. "No, they could be useful - we let them live," then he added sinisterly, "for now."
As the three runners - two men and a girl who seemed strangely familiar ran past their hiding place behind the car, Jacob and Marcus stood up. "And where would you be off to in such a hurry?" Jacob asked, announcing their presence.
Falco and Darius were stalking through the old forest, the trees shielding all light from the sun. Falco was worried, Rachel had gone into the city alone, and she could be dead by now. There was also the problem of his brother. Fox had told him that he was in the games, and for that reason, he needed to find him.
"Darius," he said, and Darius turned to him. " We need to get up on top of the trees, there nobody will be able to see us unless they are specifically looking for us up there. Also we have the added benefit of being able to look down on everything."
Darius paused for a few seconds, before nodding in agreement.
"Okay then, you go first. I'll follow."
Then, as if he had done it all of his life, Darius climbed the tree with ease, and rested upon a branch at the top, waiting for Falco.
"Darius," Falco laughed. "Very nice. Maybe one day you'll be as good as me," Falco didn't normally boast, but he let himself off this time, seeing as these could be the last few days of his life.
So then he followed, faster than Darius, and more graceful, before stopping one branch above Darius, and beckoning for him to follow. He did, and soon the reached the top. Once there, they started to move towards the city that was now slightly visible from thier position, before suddenly, Falco's arm stretched out to the side, and Darius stopped in response.
Falco spoke, quietly, but with a tone of worry in his voice.
A plume of flame and smoke, rolling into the sky, blotting the sun momentarily reflected off a pair of binoculars, that were in themselves, half buried under a sheet of leaf covered Canvas. The makeshift disguise twitched, and then stood up suddenly, revealing a man underneath, wearing the sheet as a cloak. Lowering the Binoculars, Sergei watched as the plume rose slowly into the sky, a marker for miles around. And all around him he heard, far below on the forest floor, the sounds of hundreds of screaming infected moving in on the position.
The Russian momentarily patted the mysterious black metal box, and pondered as to how he would ever find out what it's use was for, or even for that matter, the combination to open it.
As if by sheer chance, Sergei noticed the rustling of some tree tops in the distance. Pulling up his binoculars, he spied in on the movement, only to notice, much to his genuine surprise, a pair of people moving branch over branch, towards the city. One of them had something on his back. Sergei could in no way read what it said from the distance he was at, especially with his shoddy binoculars, but, it seemed as if there was a combination of numbers or letters
across the mans back.
As the Jimmy and Artemis ,with the other man close behind,sprinted past a ruined vehicle..two men popped out from their hiding place by the car.
"And where would you be off to in such a hurry?" one of the men asked, announcing their presence.
Jimmy paused for a brief moment as Artemis and the man from the museum continued to run,he stared at the two men with a mixture of contempt and amusement and gestured towards the sound of the approaching infected.
" I would think it's obvious where we're off to" Jimmy said " We're headed in the opposite direction of that noise...now... if you have any other stupid questions ask them to each other...if not..I'd suggest you two haul ass before those things get here."
With that Jimmy turned and sprinted after Artemis and the other man,not knowing or carrying if the other men followed or not.
Just a quick heads up..My Brother is coming to visit this weekend...so I probably wont have the time to do much in the way of RPing.
I'll attempt to check on the story and perhaps do a quick write up here and there...but don't expect much until Monday.
Sorry for any inconveniences..
BTW...Artemis is heading for the Hospital..since the files on the reaper virus at the museum were destroyed...she's trying to get to the other files she stored there.
Plus...due to the explosion at the museum,there is now roughly a hundred infected rushing straight for us.
BTW...Artemis is heading for the Hospital..since the files on the reaper virus at the museum were destroyed...she's trying to get to the other files she stored there.
Plus...due to the explosion at the museum,there is now roughly a hundred infected rushing straight for us.
BTW...Artemis is heading for the Hospital..since the files on the reaper virus at the museum were destroyed...she's trying to get to the other files she stored there.
Plus...due to the explosion at the museum,there is now roughly a hundred infected rushing straight for us.
Does Dmitri have to chop a bitch?
Right now I believe it would be in Dimitris best interest to haul ass...
Dmitri was confused. 5 players, all in the same area. So, acting on a whim, he did what needed to be done.
He grabbed the nearest one who was yelling, and screamed in his face, "RUN!
Fleeing the crazy infected was no small task. As they feel no pain, they could just run over all the broken glass and shattered concrete strewn all across the street.
Dmitri pulled a hammer out of thin air, using the powers that Robot Jesus had given him.
"Shell." He barked at the now shocked Jimmy. "Shell! Or do you want to die?"
Jimmy handed him bandolier of shells. He grinned.
Planting the shells on to a car, he grabbed the Jesus hammer
"As you say, PRAISE HIS NAME!" Dmitri shouted as the club hit the shells. They exploded as the makeshift hammer set off the destructive buckshot. The first volley took down 3 infected. The rest were either deaf or blinded by the flash.
"Come. We go to the shelter." Popping Artemis on his back, he and Jimmy walked towards the city.
Not sure how Darko feels about you offing his NPC...
But..my main complaint is that by slamming a chunk of concrete down on a bunch of shotgun shells your not going to do much...except destroy the shells...the firing pin on a shell isn't going to cause the shell to fire by being smashed...it requires the hammer of the weapon striking it to cause the reaction that enables the shell to fire.
Not sure how Darko feels about you offing his NPC...
But..my main complaint is that by slamming a chunk of concrete down on a bunch of shotgun shells your not going to do much...except destroy the shells...the firing pin on a shell isn't going to cause the shell to fire by being smashed...it requires the hammer of the weapon striking it to cause the reaction that enables the shell to fire.
The metal of the rebar would cause the shell to go off.
Not sure how Darko feels about you offing his NPC...
But..my main complaint is that by slamming a chunk of concrete down on a bunch of shotgun shells your not going to do much...except destroy the shells...the firing pin on a shell isn't going to cause the shell to fire by being smashed...it requires the hammer of the weapon striking it to cause the reaction that enables the shell to fire.
The metal of the rebar would cause the shell to go off.
Not Likely..Sorry bro..but bullets and shells just don't work that way..
Now,while it's possible you might get a shell or bullet to fire by whacking it with a hammer...the chances are much better that all you'll do is destroy the shell/bullet or have it explode in your face.
Honestly not trying to be a "killjoy" here...just pointing out that your "Smash Boomer" wouldn't work.
EDIT:...
Holy hell...the two guys in that video are some of the biggest idiots I've ever seen...catching a round in the head would serve them right.
I'd have to strongly advise anyone who See's that video not to attempt to do that...
That being said,the moron in the video is striking the primer with the hammer ( or so it appears).
Might I suggest that setting a bandoleer on fire might cause the shells to ignite, with the straps holding the shells pointing in a determined direction? A handy container of gasoline or a bottle of hooch would work quite well.
Killing my character? Not cool dude. He isn't gonna stand there and let some guy who is probably out for his blood come up to him and punch him, and hence knock him out. Jacob isn't going to stand around and accept that either. Honestly, you'd be starting a premature fight that wouldn't end well for anyone.
Darkvoidof40k wrote:Killing my character? Not cool dude. He isn't gonna stand there and let some guy who is probably out for his blood come up to him and punch him, and hence knock him out. Jacob isn't going to stand around and accept that either. Honestly, you'd be starting a premature fight that wouldn't end well for anyone.
Darkvoidof40k wrote:Killing my character? Not cool dude. He isn't gonna stand there and let some guy who is probably out for his blood come up to him and punch him, and hence knock him out. Jacob isn't going to stand around and accept that either. Honestly, you'd be starting a premature fight that wouldn't end well for anyone.
Darkvoidof40k wrote:Killing my character? Not cool dude. He isn't gonna stand there and let some guy who is probably out for his blood come up to him and punch him, and hence knock him out. Jacob isn't going to stand around and accept that either. Honestly, you'd be starting a premature fight that wouldn't end well for anyone.
ghosty, ghosty, ghosty, that behaviour is just not acceptable. I mean really, that spelling mistake is just intollerable! There is no apostraphe in want!
I was quoting from something, in which the want is as such for the specific reason of splitting the word, echoing the accent the person has. In this case therefore, you are sadly wrong, and I'm right. In other cases, you would be totally in the right.
As the group of contestants search the house for the map, they found a variety of useless items that served no purpose to the group.
"Found one!" announced the girl and the group converged upon the table in the shack to figure their location and where they should head off to.
"We are," one of the younger men pointed to a point on the map, "Here, and I think that it would be wise for us to possibly find better equipment, so heading to a town may be the smartest Idea. By the looks of this map, it would be that way." He said pointing off toward a destination inland.
Just as he opened his mouth to speak again, the sound of an explosion filled the air and the ground shook.
"What the hell was that!" exclaimed on of the men as he ran to a window. As he arrived he jumped down, "Sh*t! Get down!" half screamed half whispered as a sound of what startled him filled the air. The screams of the infected could be heard as they began moving toward the new sound of food.
"I suppose we're not going to town seeing as thats where the infected are now headed." spoke a man as he looked toward the clever guy with a look of 'god-damnit' on his face.
Jimmy stared at the man Dmitri,not sure what to make of him..he'd smashed half of the shells Jimmy had for the shotgun..but had managed to take down a lot of infected..Jimmy shook his head and counted the remaining shells he'd slipped into his pocket..6 left..and two in the shotgun...not good.
" Where the feth are we going ?" Jimmy asked moving quickly along with the others.
" Shelter." Dmitri replied.
" We need to head for the Hospital" Artemis said leaping from the mans back " That's where the remaining files are...we don't have time to..."
The howls of the approaching infected cut her sentence off..
" We must get to shelter.." Dmitri repeated.
Artemis glared at him but nodded " Fine...I know a safe place a few blocks up the street.. let's go."
The three rushed quickly down the street,Jimmy glancing behind him for signs of any infected.
Jimmy stared at the man Dmitri,not sure what to make of him..he'd smashed half of the shells Jimmy had for the shotgun..but had managed to take down a lot of infected..Jimmy shook his head and counted the remaining shells he'd slipped into his pocket..6 left..and two in the shotgun...not good.
" Where the feth are we going ?" Jimmy asked moving quickly along with the others.
" Shelter." Dmitri replied.
" We need to head for the Hospital" Artemis said leaping from the mans back " That's where the remaining files are...we don't have time to..."
The howls of the approaching infected cut her sentence off..
" We must get to shelter.." Dmitri repeated.
Artemis glared at him but nodded " Fine...I know a safe place a few blocks up the street.. let's go."
The five rushed quickly down the street,Jimmy glancing behind him for signs of any infected.
Artemis had reached what at first glance appeared to be a subway entrance,the girl quickly disappears down the flight of steps.
" What the feth is she going into the subways for !?" Jimmy blurted out rushing to the stairway.glancing over he saw Artemis opening a large iron door at the bottom of the flight of steps.
" Another of my...safe zones." Artemis said looking up,a look of frustration on her face " All of you hurry up...the infected are close...and I don't want them to see us enter here."
One by one the men rushed down the steps and into Artemis' "shelter",Jimmy jumping down last and dashing through the doors as Artemis shut them behind him.
A moment later light illuminated a small corridor and the group was led into a large room holding several cots,a large battered table and chairs,several foot lockers and cabinets and a small table with three computers.
Artemis sat down heavily in one of the chairs and glared at the group of men " I think you should all be aware...that if we don't get to the Hospital soon..and get those files..you can all pretty much kiss the world as you know it goodbye."
"Does anyone want to enlighten me and my friend here as to what you are talking about?" Jacob asked. He had already realized who this girl was, though he knew nothing about her.
As Dmitri and Jimmy sat catching their breath and digging pieces of the museum from their bodies,Artemis quickly surmised what she knew to the other men.
" Basically..Fox has access to the Reaper Virus" She said " He is obsessed with the idea of survival of the strongest...and seeks to expand the Game...to a national..perhaps even global level."
" So what your saying is..." One of the men begin to say.
" What I'm saying.." Artemis interrupted " Is if we don't get to the Hospital..find the back up files..and get them of this island and into the hands of those who can find a cure...or a vacine...it's going to be Game Over...for everyone."
Fox stood on top of the hospital, a blazing chopper right behind him.
"I don't care, if you have to take it apart piece by piece. you will get it."
The headwolf wearing a white wolf mask nodded.
"It'll be done." Fox started to walk to the chopper.
The wolf grabbed him by the shoulder. Fox quickly turned around, pulling a revolver out of nowhere.
The wolf glared at the pistol hovering right in front of his eyes. "Never touch me" fox said angry.
The wolf nodded heavely, happy nothing was coming out of the muzzle.
"Yes boss, but what if Artemis comes?" The wolf waited for minutes, his neck starting to hurt.
Fox finaly answered. "she's target number one, togheter with mr. Freeman"
Fox released his grip and jumped into the chopper. The white wolf was happy that Fox was gone.
He hated that guy, but the pay was good. He walked down and faced his goons.
"We've got work to do."
Chowderhead wrote:Dmitri was gone. He had left the group to search for a place to "do his business", and somehow managed to get lost. "God damn it!"
Then he heard the whump whump whump of a chopper. He hit the deck, thinking this was another game of the Smiling Fox. It wasn't.
Inside the copter was the man himself, along with a army of what appeared to Wolves.
Dmitri ran towards the fellow players. It was a while before he reached the 4, and they were talking about something Dmitri couldn't understand, with his limited english.
"Here... Dogs... Er..." Dmitri didn't know the word for Wolf or Fox in english.
"Dogs? Where?"Said the little girl.
"No, no, no. Bad dogs, angry dogs, evil dogs..." Dmitri grabbed "Little Red Riding Hood". "Look, bad dog!"
"You've got to be f***king with me, Ruskie." Jimmy looked grave, almost like he knew his end was near. "Doggie! And... Red dog..." He grabbed Fantastic Mr. Fox.
"Look, red.... Fox?" Dmitri red the word like "Facks", but the idea was generally noted.
The lights went out, and the sound of broken glass was unmistakable.
The pack was hunting.
OOC:..
Bit confused here,the entire group..including Dmitri,are sitting in an underground shelter...how did Dmitri "see" Fox and his helicopter?
Chowderhead wrote:I thought we were in the hospital...
..No, my initial plan was to RP the group running to the hospital,but...after reading your RP in which Dmitri was intent about getting to shelter quickly I RPed the group running to one of Artemis "safe zones"...They are currently sitting in an undergroud one room bunker.
"I suggest we got the opposite direction of them." Said the clever one.
"I agree, the majority would have gone over to the town and we should be safe going the opposite direction." replied the largest brute of the group.
"Well we seem safe here. Why not just stay and wait it out." Objected the girl.
"Look little lady," started the brute, "we are going, and It'd be wise that you come with us seeing as how we are more muscle and could protect you better.
"Going out there is madness, we can bar the doors and windows with these pipes so they can't get in. I don't care what you're saying but I'm staying."
"So you guys are left with a choice." Said the Clever one, "Come with us, or stay with her."
Jack and the other two guys looked at each other.
"I think I'll......"
Artemis continued to check the outside monitors,a large group of infected had gone past almost a half hour ago and she had seen no signs of any others.
She had decided to wait another half hour,if the area still appears clear.she would try to make it to the hospital.
She stood and walked to a foot locker and begin to rummage through it " Here Jimmy" she said holding out a box in his direction.
Jimmy opened the container,inside he found six more shotgun shells with he slipped into his jacket pockets.
" So..." One of the Men asked Artemis " You got anymore guns around here?"
Artemis stared at the man " No..but.." she opened on of the standing lockers " You may chose weapons from here."
Inside the locker was a couple of crossbows,a few swords and axes plus a single ancient iron mace.
The men walked over to the locker and begin to examine it's contents as Artemis returned to the computers.
What about arming a certain person with something....
I dunno, a Sniper rifle?
IC: Sergei sat on the crest of the Plateau for several minutes, intently watching the movements of his quarry. It had to be him, it's the kind of sick fun that Fox would put in. Standing up and stretching, the agent headed back into his makeshift shack, and armed himself. His Python was tucked into his pocket, and his leave shroud was wrapped into a tight ball, and strapped to his back. He then slid the Fire-axe into a leather thong (Not that kind) on his back, and began his descent down the cliff side, which turned out to be uneventful. Upon reaching the forest floor, Sergei realised he'd lost his advantage. Apart from the distinct lack of Infected in the area, he'd also quickly lose his bearings on his quarry. Time to move fast, and catch up as quickly as he could.
Jogging through the vegetation, the russian quickly found his way into surroundings he was familiar with. The Truck still lay where it had stopped, alone and destitute, as ever.
Shrugging to himself, Sergei began to climb a tall oak in the nearby copse of trees, with plans of gaining his bearings.
Artemis was satisfied that the area was reasonably free of infected,she stood and walked to the iron door unbolting it..
A single infected stumbled in..
" Feth me!!" Jimmy shouted as the creature lunged for him.
Jimmy ducked under the infecteds grasp and drew his machete preparing to strike.
Suddenly Jimmy heard something cut past his head through the air and stared in disbelief as the creature toppled over ,an arrow buried in it's head..
Jimmy turned and stared at one of the "New" guys who was holding a crossbow in his hands.
" Nice shooting" Jimmy said with a nod before following Artemis up the exit stairs onto the street.
Soon the group was moving quickly through the ruins in the direction of the Hospital.
Jacob and Marcus looked bemusedly at the weapons arrayed before them. Jacob picked up a sword, unsheathed it, inspected its quality, then placed it at his side; sheathed. He also armed himself with a dagger, and a crossbow with its accompanying quiver filled with its compliment of arrows. Steel-tipped, not bad, he thought. Looking to his left, he noticed Marcus had armed himself similarly, and they turned at the sound of the door clunking open heavily. A single Infected stumbled in, groaning uncontrollably as it advanced upon the surprised man near the door, who exclaimed a vulgarity. Jacob whipped his crossbow up, loaded an arrow and fired, sending the steel-tipped problem solver straight between the Infected's eyes - in one end and out the other. It collapsed heavily to the floor.
The man thanked him. "Jacob Shad," Jacob said, extending a hand. The other man looked thoughtful momentarily, before clasping his hand and heartily shaking it. "Jimmy," he replied. Jacob nodded, removing his hand and indicating to his company, "that's Marcus."
The girl, Artemis as Jacob soon learned, interrupted them and made a job of emphasizing the importance of the task at hand, and that they should head for the hospital immediately with all haste.
"Of course," Jacob replied, "ladies first," he grinned. Artemis just gave him a look of what may have been contempt, before fearlessly taking point and setting a pace that was hard to match, but match it the others did. Before long, the hospital loomed ahead, and they prepared themselves for the unknown.
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Lets not give up now, eh?
@Sillyboy - did I neglect to mention pages 12-15 are also common death points for a roleplay?
Chowderhead wrote:Sorry I haven't RPed. I've been bedridden with some superflu.
I've had a few months of poor health recently myself. Only recovered about two weeks ago. Hope you get better; I had some sort of "superflu" as well -[I smell conspiracy..].
Don't worry about not roleplaying - the fact that nobody has makes it okay somehow.
Wait.. -stops self from thinking-
"Phew, that was a close one! If I'd started thinking about things.. oh God, I don't want to think about that. Oh crap I just thought!" *mind explodes with simultaneous realisations of the futility of life and the fact that there are too many varieties of cheese out there*
Hmmm...perhaps you've both been infected by the Reaper Virus...tell me do you feel an inordinate amount of hostility?...an urge to run howling down the street and attack anyone you encounter?..frothing at the mouth?...Frenzied uncontrollable behavior?...a desire to listen to Dimmu Borgir?
Atop the roof of the Hospital,a large man wearing a wolf mask crouched peering through the scope of a rifle ...his crosshairs resting on the head of the young girl leading the small group into the Hospital parking area.
Quietly,the wolf whispered into his two way radio,his finger resting lightly on the trigger of his weapon...his eyes never leaving his target.
" Watch to Command.." The wolf said " Have spotted targets...prepared to engage.."
The reply came quickly " Negative Watch...we want them inside the structure...where we're sure to get all of them...continue to monitor and radio when they've entered the building.."
" Roger command ...wilco and out." replied the wolf.
Through the Rifles scope,the man continued tracking the small group bellow,watching as they reached the Hospital entrance and slipped inside.
Below...in the deserted Hospital lobby,Artemis and the others carefully searched the immediate area...finding no signs of infected,they paused outside the Emergency ward.
" It appears clear" Artemis said " But stay ready for anything...I've hidden the files up on the third floor...elevators are off..so we'll have to take the stairwell...stay quiet and keep your eyes open."
The group of men nodded and follwed the girl to the stairway door.
Several floors above,the wolf from the roof joined his comrades..a group of nine men each wearing a wolf mask as well.
" They're inside Sir" He said addressing a man in a white wolf mask " The girl Artemis..Freeman..and three other men...they appear to be armed...but I saw no guns of any sort."
The White wolf nodded " Very well...fix supresores...we don't want to attract the attention of the Infected...we will split int two groups...hunt silently...and ...no prisoners."
The group of men nodded as the fixed silencers on their weapons.
If that made you laugh then I'm a happy xenomorph. Um.. byped. Er.. advanced intelligence.. uh.. *calls in airstrike on the entirety of existance from heaven*
FITZZ wrote: Hmmm...perhaps you've both been infected by the Reaper Virus...tell me do you feel an inordinate amount of hostility?...an urge to run howling down the street and attack anyone you encounter?..frothing at the mouth?...Frenzied uncontrollable behavior?...a desire to listen to Dimmu Borgir?
FITZZy, FITZZy, FITZZ.. all that is normal in the behaviour of the developing genhanced initiates, my friend. All that, save for whatever that last one.. I have no [desire to have any] knowledge or understanding of what that is.
Frankly the problem clearly is the silly amount of other roleplays out there at the minute. "Roleplays" being threads of this sort of calibre, not the other kind, to put it politely.
'sides, this beauty of a creation of yours, sillyboy, deserves a good end, no? Free-up our characters to allow them to bring their plans of world domination to light.. uh. I mean.. do an event. PM me if you would like some help/advice dude.
I'm still in cept I ain't been doing much RP's which is seriously not good enough I need to sort out my priorities and give this beautiful thread the RP posts it needs-
*Takes a deep breath*
-and therefore hopefully I will get up a post pretty damn soon. Hopefully tomorrow.
Btw Catos is in, it is just that he is waiting for me to meet him in game.
Artemis and the men rounded a corner,Artemis quickly motioning the group to stop.
At the far end of the hallway stood four men in wolf mask,each held a pistol in their grip...fortunately they had not seen the group turn the corner ,as they had been searching various rooms.
Artemis motioned to jimmy and the others to ready their bows as she drew her swords.
Tossing a soda bottle back down the hall they'd come up.Artemis drew the wolves into ambush..
yeah, realised it too.........oh well, life goes on and stuff.
But this gave me an idea:
Wouldn't i be usefull to create a thread where we can discuss our next rp. Because the different rp are stealing thunder from each other.
Bloodmoon made stalemate go down....
It's possible someone could very begrudgingly take over as GM.. but that is unlikely and unwanted. Besides, most players have left.
The problem is, people open up TOO MANY ROLEPLAYS at the same damn time. People should check how many roleplays are there, and if there's lots, don't post yours - you'll take away members from other roleplays (provided yours is any good) and they won't be playing to a full capacity on yours or the other peoples.
Darkvoidof40k wrote:It's possible someone could very begrudgingly take over as GM.. but that is unlikely and unwanted. Besides, most players have left.
The problem is, people open up TOO MANY ROLEPLAYS at the same damn time. People should check how many roleplays are there, and if there's lots, don't post yours - you'll take away members from other roleplays (provided yours is any good) and they won't be playing to a full capacity on yours or the other peoples.
and you weren't supposed to stab me dark :(
*looks at dripping wound*
Blood Moon is a Werewolf Vs Vampire Vs Hunter RP that I'm running...and ,no..it's in no way similiar to "Twilight" or "Underworld"...it's more in the vein of VTM.
I read a little bit of it right after I posted that....it looks pretty fancy pancy.
Don't worry FITZZ, I don't know much of you, but what I've seen I wouldn't expect you to have Sparkle Vamps or Doggy Wolves.
Unfortunately, none of the current roleplays particularly enthrall me.. or they're long since far too gone for me to care. 20+ pages? Phschaw! *hypocritical moment*
Likewise, FITZZ - however I am currently a member of one roleplay and GMing another.
So, we must wait till' at least a majority of "our group" is finished with their roleplays - a clean plate, as it were, before we can consider getting this one going again.
Darkvoidof40k wrote:Likewise, FITZZ - however I am currently a member of one roleplay and GMing another.
So, we must wait till' at least a majority of "our group" is finished with their roleplays - a clean plate, as it were, before we can consider getting this one going again.
True...I've just finished up in one RP (more or less) and still have one I'm GMing....so to "re-launch" this one may take a bit of time,but I most definitly wish to see it continue...
Silly had a great concept with this RP...and hopefully we can bring it back soon.
Considering I'm in only one RP....I suppose I could continue until the others got back....considering that I'm not with any of the other PC's......but I'd have to think of a story for Jack to follow.......I think is name is jack
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