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Ok guys, I will be joining your RPG. I've already asked Dark. He had no problems with it.
I Hope you guys have no problem with me joining so late.

player: Sillyboy
Name: Dieter "Dietn" Deceuninck
age: 17
heigt: 1.70 meter
appearence: jeans, black hoodie, Brown hair that always looks messy, and he wears glasses.
weapons: A baseball bat, and a pistol but no ammo for it.
speciality: Athletic, gamer, knows how to fight dirty
Backstory: Dietn and his family emmigrated to the states when he was 15. His parents were infected during the initial outbreak of the virus. When he was hiding in the closet from his parent, who suddenly had the munchies. A police officer came in and saved his live from the living corpses he once called mum and dad. He and Mike survived the outbreak and roamed the wasteland, trying to survive.
Until two months ago Mike became ill. Dietn did his best to make him better. But they both knew that without sufficient meds, he wasn't going to make it. So in the end, when mike was sleeping. Dietn pulled the pistol out of Mike's holster. And armed it whith their last bullet.

Walking out of the house he suddenly realised that he had to face this new world on his own.

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So, what do you think?
Will post my first rp a bit later. Got to finish my essays first .

Thanks =)

I have already read the entire thread, before even asking to join. And what do you think of my character?
Its the first time that i am doing this. And was wondering what you guys thought of it?

Darkvoidof40k wrote:@sillyboy - I did notice, however, that your grammar isn't 'top-notch'. But I'm not bothered, your sacred flag-charm above your avatar will keep my Grammar Nazi tendancies away.. for now..

Besides, your grammar/spelling/overall English literacy level will hardly get you the "worst-writer" award.. or mark..

*Note to self brush off my rusty english*
*Also try to learn german, you never know when the grammar nazis show up*

A warm wind swept from the south. Passing over desolated cities and barren wastelands. until it flowed towards the calm of the woods. There the wind saw a commotion as little people vented their anger towards each other. But he wind didn't care and followed its path. In the green leaves it played until the wind reached the blackend remains of a bombed town. The wind cried as he saw the scars of mother earth.

Rat looked up as he heard an eery sound. But he saw nothing except the wind blowing trough the woods.
"Man, I need some sleep" he mutterd. "I'm hearing things that aren't even here."

The wind quickly tried to get away. following the road out of town. There it noticed a lone survivor walking down the road. Carrying a large backpack.

Dietn walked down the road. Just like he was doing for the past eight days. Dietn liked to walk, as it kept his mind busy. In zombieland everything was better than thinking.
Because if you started thinking. you would remember the past.

Visions of his parents laying ill in bed appeared for his eyes. Reaching out for help with those horrible bite wounds on their arms.

"No" Dietn thougth, trying to clear those images from his mind. "I have to keep moving" he said to himself while fastening his pace.

@ dark

Don't know yet. I will probably walk into PV after the event.
And then cause some more mayhem .

Dietn continued to walk down the road. When he saw a sign next to the road.

"Pinevile - 10 miles" he read. He hoped to find some survivors there as is food reserves were running dangerously low.

The only thing he had left, were some overdue crackers.

While he was contemplating what he could trade with survivors for food. A Zed appeared behind the wreck of a burned out car.

Dressed in a tatterd business suit the zombie stood there, sniffing in the air.

Dietn slowly tried to back out, so that the ghoul didn't noticed him.

But today he had no such luck, as the zombie turned around.

Dietn knew he had to take care of it. Or it would just follow him right into Pine ville.

Shattering any hope he had of getting some food.

He quikly dropped his backpack and pulled out his baseball bat. Dietn stood there in swinging position waiting for the Zed to shamble closer.

When te zed was only a few feet away, Dietn lost his nerve. He immediatly swung his bat whith al loud roar. Missing the zeds face by a few inches.

His own swing threw him of balance. He felt to the ground. Barely missing the streched out arms of the ghoul.

He quickly rolled away on the ground. Only getting up when there was again a respectable distance between them.

"okay, lets try that again" he said to himself as he once again prepared to strike.

This time it was a direct hit. And the zed went down.

He quikly stomped his foot on its chest. And started clubbing at its face. Until there was only a slimey mess left.

"Godverdomse teringhond!" he cursed in his native tongue. "I fething hate zombies!"

After giving himself some time to rest. He started searching the body. And found a blood stained wallet and a paiger.

"Oh my God, I killed Kenny" Dietn laughed as he found the mans ID.

He then quickly pressed the on button of the paiger. He couldn't believe his eyes, as the paiger sprung back to life.

This had to be his lucky day. Dietn stuck the paigers batteries in his mp3.

The music roared to life trough his speakers. Dietn jumped a hole in the air. He even did a silly dance, while listening to his music that had been still for far to long.

Dietn took his backpack, and continued to Pine Ville. Feeling like he was on top of the world.

Quitly humming he walked away from Kenny.

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I will now wait for the event, before walkng in to Pine ville.

This is awesome

I think he won't kill Robbie, cause else I have nobody to interact with when I reach Pine Ville .

@ fitzz

But Helena is a girl, that doesn't count.

Scrazza wrote:oh, you certainly can 'interact' with girls

Mmmm.... where to find a shopping mall and restaurant in Zombieland?

Ok, will give it a shot.

Challenge accepted

And for "the biggie!" i'm guessing day 7.

Okay, here's my drawing.



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Yes, i know doesn't look that clear. But that's because I have a crappy scanner.

Tomorrow?

Dietn walked into the outskirts of Pine Ville. Or at least what was left of it.

It looked like the town was bombed or something. "Who would want to blow up an entire village", he thought.

And more importantly, where there any survivors? He hoped so, cause else he would have no food left.

He walked further in to Pine ville. But Dietn didn't see anything.

Maybe if he went to some highground he would see something. He climbed on to the remains of a broken wall.

Dietn heared the familliar sound of a truck coming his way. He quickly jumped down and waited until the truck came closer.

"Well, lets hope that this goes well" Dietn said while he walked into clear sight of the truck.

The truck stopped at about 50 meters from him. The men inside seemed to be arguing. Until someone stepped out of the truck.

Dietn checked if he still had his pistol in his holster. And tried to look like he knew how to use it.
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@scrazza: your turn

"Who are you and what do you want?" Robbie yelled over to the kid. " and don't play games!"

Oh man this isn't going good" he tought to himself. "Why don't I think before doing anything.

"Hi, i'm dietn" he Said. He could almost smack himself in the face after saying that. Because saying "hi" is always intimidating. And ofcourse a definite sign of manhood.

"What do you want" the man replied. "uhmmm .... I just wanted to get some food. I'm willing to trade if you want?"

Dietn watched Robbie drive away towards the woods.

Robbie said to find an air raid shelter. Dietn looked at the ruined village.

"But he fetting forgot to tell him where it was!" He sighted as he followed the tracks into the village.
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It took him some time, but Dietn did found the shelter. But was it safe to enter?

The sound of his grumbling stumach made him forget any objections he had.

He heared noises coming from inside, what abruptly ended when he knocked on the door.

He waited until the door opened. In the doorway stood a man with bright red hair, pointing a shotgun at him.

"who are you?" he asked. "Are you red rat?"

"yeah, so?" rat replied. "well, Robbie send me here to get some food"

Rat opened the door even wider to let the kid pass. "But first hand over your piece."

Dietn quickly grabbed hold of his pistol, the last thing that reminded him of Mike.

"No, you're not getting this" "Hand it over, kid. I don't want to hurt you"

"Dude, please don't take it. Look there aren't even bullets in it." Dietn said while he showed his pistol.

"Fine, keep it and come in. You're lucky that we were just eating. I'll see if we have any leftovers."

"Thanks!" Dietn said while entering the shelter.

"oh you know, the usual stuff. living happily until the zeds came" Dietn tried to say this bravely. But visions of his parents showed up once again.

He stood there powerless, as a tear tried to form.

"Ow, I think we stroke a nerve there" said Erol with a vague smile on his face.

"shut up Erol" Rat replied " he's been through enough, just like the rest of us"

"here ya go boy" Rat said while giving the boy some warm soup.

The sent of the warm soup crept into Dietn's nose. The visions quickly dissapeared as he started eating.

After he filled himself with the meal, he leaned back. And noticed two girls sitting at the back of the shelter.

He tried to say something, but saw them flashing hand symbols to each other.

As they continued to 'speak' Dietn remembered some of the things his mother tought him.

"hello there, how are you doing" he signed at the two pretty girls at the back.

"Learnt it from my mother, she taught people how to talk sign language."

"how did you find us?" Fox asked. "Well I met Robbie who told me to come here for some food"

" And what about you Girls, cause I can clearly see that you two aren't really deaf."

Dietn looked at her and saw she hadn't get any food. Why would that be, was she a prisoner of these guys or what?

Well there was only one way to know Dietn tought, while he signed the question to her.

It took some time before she gave an answer. Like she was thinking wether to trust Dietn or not.

"Don't worry, i won't snitch on you." he said with a smile that he hoped looked honest.

Because he was very interested in what happend here.

Plus that old guy, just kept staring at him. He didn't knew why,but that guy just gave him the creeps.

I Liked the event alot. I gave you an 8

Erol looked at he kid, who apparently could speak sign-language.

He' didn't care. Erol looked at his nails, were a dry crust of blood had formed.

Erol carefully licked his finger. It didn't taste that bad.

With a carefull gaze he looked at the others in the shelter. Erol grinned as he thought of what he would do with them.

Especially with Rat. He would take special care of him.

Erol decided it was time. He stood up and started to move towards the exit.

"Oy, what you doing?" Red Rat sneered. "just taking a wizz."

"well, hurry up then."

Oh, yes he would hurry up. But first he had to get his butcher knife.

And then the fun could begin.
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It was a butcher knife, right?

Maybe, Dietn could magically transform into a supermutant. And then shred everyone into pieces.

You never know.

Erol silently approached the shelter. And crawled upon its roof.

He could hardly stay still, as the adrenaline coursed trough his vaines. What did he love this feeling.

Erol suddenly heared a low groaning sound. As he looked up he could see a shambling horde entering the town.

Erol didn't wory, he had enough time. he layed himself down and knocked on the door.



Red rat was observing the kid conversing with the girls. Where did he learned that?

Oh, well just someone else to keep an eye open for. And where was Erol?

Then a knocking sound came from the door. "Erol, it's fething open" Rat sighed.

The only answer he got was another knock. "Do i have to do everything myself" he mutterd as he opened the door.

But there was noone outside. "Wath the ..." rat tried to say as he suddenly was kicked down.

"Didn't see this one coming, did you" Erol laughed as he repeatedly stabbed Rat.

Blood splatterd everywhere. Dietn couldn't believe his eyes as he saw Erol laughing hysterical.
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i'll post the next rp later. its dinner time.
MMMMmmmm.... fries and burgers

Scrazza wrote:Well, you kinda ruined his personality now. I made him as a calm and calculating butcher, and you made him a crazed killer.

Uhmmm....

Magic? Yes, it was MAGIC that changed his personality.

And rat passed out did he. Now we have to drag his unconsious body around.
That is if we want to safe him from the horde.
*evil laugh*

Darkvoidof40k wrote: I was honestly looking forward to having a rest before doing another large one for the dudes in Pine Ville.

AAaaargh......

the horror!

so we are surrounded by around a hundred zeds are we?
Hope robbie comes back quick.
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Dietn couldn't believe his eyes as a zeds were closing in.

"That gunshot must have sounded like a dinnerbell" Dietn said as fox tried to carry the unconsious rat inside.

"what are you doing? Shouldn't we get the feth out of here?"

"cause I don't like them" dietn said while pointing at the rapidly encroaching zeds.

there was still time enough to get out of this deathtrap.

Scrazza wrote:@Sillyboy: Shouldn't we stay in the shelter? I mean, the doors are already closed by Helena, and you, if I get that last piece of RP from you, are staning outside the air raid shelter.

oh I assumed there was a little window. I should have written that, My bad.

Scrazza wrote:I think our chances of survival are better if we stay in the Air raid shelter. What can a zed do againsta reinforced door, strong enough to protect from explosions, do?

yeah but were stuck, zeds aren't going away because of a tasty Erol snack that still lays outside ; Plus it felt like my character would say that.
Because, his parent's turned into zeds and he had to hide in the closet from them. So this isn't a happy walk trough memory-lane for him.
it's in my character-file I think?

Scrazza wrote:
An air raid shelter, which is used to hide in against bombings,....With a window? ...

yeah, now that i think about it

Scrazza wrote:Well, let them eat the bugger. And keep at it. Red can't be moved, so My characters will remain at the shelter. Besides, weren't these folks who blew a hole in the floor in the hood? They can help out

oh yes, more trigger happy friends is just what me need