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OOC: erm....i'll say yes, and pretend Keira's got one.

PM sent.

Let the mayhem begin.

Pm sent.

Art....is an EXPLOSION!

I would like to withdraw my character from the rp.

I enjoyed it, but finals have really messed me up and I have no fething idea what is going on in the thread as of now.

Maybe in a few weeks or so I'll see if I can join back up, but I would like to have Silver kill off my character to make room for somebody else.

GES, the savior of the first fatal random encounter.

Sorry to hear that GES - good luck in your exams. Don't worry about not being able to RP. I will give you a suitably interesting death.

@ Eventees: I have all the options now but unfortunately am just about to go to work. I will write the results this evening when I get home. I hope you all enjoy the encounter.

And remember, there is a chance that one or all of the characters may die (or at least be seriously injured). Some events I will be rolling dice to determine what happens, so it is up to a higher power who lives and dies

Im not sure leaving it up to chance is a good idea. I did that and killed Fitzz, and then Karon pulled a wobbler

just pointing out the mistakes i made in the previous one.

Don't worry, a lot of it will be scripted, there are a few events within the RP which will have a chance to go more than one way. It is only if I roll really well (or badly, depending on your point of view) for several events in a row that there will be a death.

I have done it this way so that I don't seem to be molly coddling the characters to make sure that they will always live, but don't make it so I wipe everyone out straight away in one go

OCC: I'm pretty busy with the Inq game I just started, exams and an assignment due in a couple of weeks. This is mainly the reason why I put them in the vault thing a little while ago. I'd like to still participate in it, it's just that they're in there so I don't have to keep checking up one what the other characters are doing.

Still feel free to do the random events concerning them if you want, I'll still do those. Also, when I've finished the assignment I'll become more active in this. Probably use the guy's insanity as a plot device to give them enough reason to leave. So kind of withdrawing from it, but at the same time not. Too fun to just walk away from

I'm rather stuck at the moment.

K is going to the gun store, but I'm going to have some survivors there. I'm not sure if I should try to bribe them, or remove them from the store..

OOC: I am very much looking forward to seeing how the curent situation involving Tombstone/Jennifer/Patrick plays out.
I'm off to work ATM,but will be back on tonight,hope my absence dosen't delay anything.

@ Fitzz: Nope, going to be at least another 4 hours before I get home, probably 5. Then I will have to find some time to write everything up, so it is going to be about 6 hours before I post up the event.

@ n0t_u: It's ok, participate as much as you feel able to do. As soon as you said you were bunkering up I had quite a few fun events in mind for your character, so I will run one of those later.

@ Drk - survivors will be fun to RP, though I do have plans for the mall which may make things even more interesting

@ Darkvoid - can't remember if I said or not, but if you could just RP storming the hospital to find the CDC guys, that would be great. I can do another event when you reach them if you want more direction, or you can freely RP if you have something you want to do.

No, you did not say so. Well, I'll get on it soon.. but I might have to make you keep it day 2 for another day - illness got worse, got a fever and had very little sleep last night, so there may well be no point me trying to write up some IC until I can think straight.

No worries.

I'll start RPing after the event plays out. But the mall sounds like fun as long as we can keep the black guy with the pregnant wife out of it.

Not rascist;


If you've seen this movie, you know why.

EVENT RESOLUTION!

Jewman idled his car back just as the explosion ripped through the rear of the armoured vehicle; sending fragments of red hot steel raining down on the tarmac. The armoured car lifted from the road and began to roll; taking huge chunks out of the road and showering sparks everywhere as it tumbled out of control. He shouted with joy at the explosion and punched the air, causing his car to skid slightly before he got it back under control.

Inside the armoured car, Ashton was still strapped tightly into his chair – luckily the steel plates welded to the seat frame had protected him from most of the shrapnel from the initial explosion, however, as the car crumpled and span around him, he didn’t feel particularly lucky at all. His limbs flailed as the car flipped again and his right arm smashed against the door, shattering the bone – he shouted out in pain before mercifully blacking out.

Tombstone and Strawberry watched the explosion from literally a few feet away – their car was peppered with bits of fragmentation grenade and pieces of armoured car. Strawberry jammed on the breaks as the armoured car lifted bodily from the road and began to roll. The tires burst under the strain and the car began to skid out of control. With a great grunt of effort, Strawberry wrestled with the wheel, fighting to regain control – the engine made tortured noises as he revved the car trying to apply power – “Something in the engine must have been hit by the damn grenade” thought Strawberry, cursing Tomb for forcing him to get so close to the armoured car.

While Strawberry fought with the car, Tombstone turned in his seat, trying to see where the dark object he saw fly from the passenger door of the armoured car just before it exploded had landed. He could just see a shadowy figure sprawled at the side of the road. He grunted – the figure didn’t look in a good way and it would be annoying to have his plans ruined by something as inconvenient as the damn woman dying on him…

With an earth shuddering crash the armoured car finally lurched to a stop. The car containing Tombstone and Strawberry careened to a halt just a few feet away at the end of a long line of burnt rubber and scarred tarmac. Strawberry sat in the driver’s seat, trying to stop his racing heart from exploding. Tombstone opened his door and stretched, shaking the broken glass off his clothes as he did so. Reaching back into the ruined car, he brought out his guns and began walking over to the crumpled remains of the armoured car. His heavy boots ground the glass and shards of metal under his feet as he advanced. He could smell fuel and even hear the splash and gurgle of the tank emptying – he could also hear the pinging of cooling metal. “Better make this quick” he thought to himself as he looked in through a gaping hole in the steel plates protecting the driver’s compartment.

Jewman circled round a few hundred feet further up the road from the crash, crossing the central reservation onto the other carriageway and driving back towards it. “Best drive on the right side of the road, don’t want to get pulled over by the police” he thought to himself while giggling. He drove slowly with his knees so he could take in the devastation he had caused and reload his grenade launcher at the same time. He saw one of the bikers walking over to the remains of the armoured car and peer inside “Sicko” he though to himself, shuddering at the crassness displayed by the biker. “The enlightenment is in the explosion – not the aftermath!” he muttered as he drew closer. Then he spotted the biker sitting behind the wheel of the other car. He knew that fether! He laughed as he brought his grenade launcher up to fire. “Teach you not to let me in to your stupid club!” he shouted as he pulled the trigger.

Tombstone saw the car turn back and watched as the madman raised his grenade launcher. He faintly heard him shout something before he heard the grenade sail through the air over his head. He leapt for the road, loosing off a couple of shots at the car as he did so.

Strawberry was still trying to calm himself down when the windshield exploded. He had half a second to register what was happening and start swearing before the grenade detonated.

Tombstone was showered with glass and debris once again as Strawberry’s car erupted into a fountain of twisted metal and flame. Something wet splattered the back of his hand and he glanced down, seeing it was a bloody chunk of hair. “Motherfether!” he bellowed before leaping up and opening fire on the madman’s vehicle. As he fired he advanced to the concrete barrier protecting this part of the central reservation and took cover behind it.

The bullets cut through the air but were stopped by the engine block in Jewman’s car, causing it to splutter and die. Cursing he heaved the wheel over and slammed on the breaks. When the car was stationary he engaged the handbrake and climbed out, taking cover behind it. He checked his weapons and nodded to himself before jumping up and returning fire.

Ashton awoke with the worst hangover he had ever had. Damn, it felt like he was upside down or something. And why did his arm hurt so much? He tried to move and his arm let him know that was a really, really bad idea. He let out a shriek and blacked out again for a moment. He came round again – OK, so definitely not drunk. But why the hell was he upside down? His head swum as it came back to him. Driving along, an explosion, then rolling; rolling forever, then pain and blackness. He suddenly snapped back to the present as his sense of smell finally demanded his full attention: Petrol. He could smell petrol. And he was upside down. In a car. With a shattered arm. Feth… He glanced over at the passenger side but Jennifer was not there; he hoped she had got out, he remembered seeing her fling open the door just before the explosion. Though he didn’t think she would have done much better than him: They’d been going about 70mph and he didn’t think that anyone hitting the ground at that speed was about to have a good time.

Ashton began the slow process of getting his limbs to work again so he could get out before his day got any worse. Though he didn’t know if he wanted to go outside, he could hear the near constant rattle of gunfire, but he had to find Jennifer, it was his job to look after her; her father was really not someone you failed if you wanted to live.

Jennifer lay sprawled in the road; her limbs contorted in ways that nature probably did not intend. A drop of rain splashed her cheek. Another dot of rain followed. They left bloody streaks as they traced down her jaw and dripped to the ground. Seconds later the heavens opened and she was soaked by the downpour; her clothes sticking to her with a mixture of blood and rain water. She awoke with a start and cried out in pain and fear. She lay sobbing as the pain wracked her body and her tears mixed freely with the bloody rain. Eventually the tears stopped and she was able to move. Every bone in her body felt like it had been hit with a sledgehammer. She gingerly untwisted her limbs; nothing seemed to be broken, though she could feel her ribs grinding slightly as she moved into a sitting position.

She’d lost her gun and bag in her bid for escape, but she could see a lump in the darkness that looked like it could be her bag and she started to crawl towards it – each movement seeming to take a painful eternity. She could see a burning car ahead of her through the rain and she hoped it wasn’t Ashton; she had no idea if he had made it out of the car or not; she’d not paused to think about it before bailing. Now that she was paying attention to the world a bit more she could also hear gunfire, and lots of it. She tried to crawl faster – she needed to find something she could protect herself with…

Behind his car – which was starting to resemble Swiss cheese more than a car – Jewman reloaded his gun and prepared to fire another salvo at the remaining biker – Damn, this was fun! Just as he slammed another clip into place, he felt something cold and metallic press against his temple. “Freeze, donkey cave!” shouted Ashton in his ear. “Don’t make a move or I’m using your brains to decorate the road!” Jewman slowly laid down his gun and spread his hands. “You got me!” He said jovially, a big grin spreading over his face “Don’t shoot! You wouldn’t shoot an unarmed man, would you?” He tried to look over to the person who had their gun rammed into his temple but he was standing out of his line of sight. Surely it wasn’t the biker? Then Who? He didn’t see anyone else about. He tried to blink the rain out of his eyes but the downpour was so heavy he was half blinded.

Tombstone crouched below the lip of the concrete wall and listened to the man shouting for the mad gunman’s surrender and smiled. He’d watched him circle around the parked car and approach the madman from his blind spot. He cautiously peered over the central reservation before calling out: “Hey, I’m going to step out now – anyone tries to shoot me is getting an ass full of lead, followed by my steel toe capped boot, understand?” He waited a second before the reply came back “I’m not going to shoot you, and neither is this wacko, I got him covered.”

Tomb leapt the concrete barrier and strode across the tarmac to the parked car. He saw the madman sitting with a gun against his temple held by a man who appeared to have his arm tied up with duck tape fashioned into a crude sling – his face was extremely pale. Tombstone supposed that he was probably in one hell of a lot of pain from the arm – even with the uneven application of tape he could see it was bent in a way no arm should ever be. “Nice work. Now, where did you come from, eh?” The injured man nodded over to the armoured car. “I was in there until this fether decided to turn it into scrap.”

Tomb nodded. “Did the same with my wheels too – and Strawberry, the unlucky feth.” He saw the look of incomprehension in the man’s face but did not explain. “Where’s the woman?” he asked. Ashton’s face froze for a moment before he shook his head. “I don’t know, she bailed out of the car just before it went up.”

Tombstone pursed his lips as he thought. “OK” he replied and took a step towards the grinning idiot who had caused him so much trouble. “No one shoots at Tombstone and lives.” He punched him round the face, sending him sprawling on the ground. He didn’t get up but instead lay moaning on the floor. He turned back to Ashton “You keep your gun pointed at this feth and I’ll go find the girl. If he moves, shoot him.”

It didn’t take Tombstone long to follow the trail of destruction back along the road and find the girl. She lay huddled next to her bag unconscious. He sighed and checked that she wasn’t too badly hurt before he stooped and picked up her and her bag, carrying them back to the light caused by the still burning remains of Strawberry and his car where the others waited.

“We need to get out of here, somewhere dry and warm.” He scanned the darkness beyond the firelight and didn’t like what he was seeing. There was a mass of undead headed towards them from all around. It was clearest to the left and he nodded his head towards the gap and the bright lights of the strip mall on the other side “Looks like we’re going shopping. You.” He indicated Ashton “Look after that prick and follow me.”

Together they moved off as fast as they could towards the mall…

End of event!

There were no PLAYER FATALITIES, however, there was 1 SUPPORTING CHARACTER DEATH. Strawberry has sadly shuffled off this mortal coil.

I hope you have enjoyed this event, please feel free to post some C&C, as I want to know what people like and dislike.

[OOC: The mall is the one where K is currently mooching about in]

OOC: Anyone mind a ride, seeing as though I apparantly have the last working vehicle.

OOC: Delicious Silver, I loved how you portrayed my character. Lets keep in mind Jewman has some very deep pockets in that robe of his, and he'd made sure that his tools of grand art weren't left behind.

Patrick walked on, frowning. This is not what was supposed to happen. Ugh. He was being "escorted" by some bastard with a pistol, and one of the bikers who he'd failed to inadvertently eliminate.

He was sure that they hadn't noticed him pocketing grenades and his G-L into the pockets of his high-collared robe while he had spit lead as a distraction.

He saw the unliving shambling towards them. He couldn't say he wasn't a tad nervous. One had a gun was pointed at his skull, the other had a handgun drawn and kept pushing me along.

Patrick smiled and said "Do either of you enjoy....art?"

They both looked at him as if he was insane.

"Art: The Art of Explosions" Patrick elaborated

"Your one crazy mother fether" the biker fellow said to him "And what the feth are you wearing? Are you a cartoon character?"

"My name is Deidara, you bastard" Patrick spat, which prompted a cross to the face

"That hurt, you jerk" Patrick cackled

Tombestone noticed the unusual color in this madman's eyes. It was a darkish, greenish gray. Even looking at them angered him.

"You got some fethed up eyes" the biker told him

"fethed up? I think not. Unique, maddening. Yes." Patrick replied

"Get that pistol away from me, I'm of better use if you would let me assist in clearing our way to that building over there.

By now, the undead had gotten closer, and the gap to the mall was getting smaller.

The handgun lowered, and the man said "Fine, but no drastic movements, or your good as dead"

"Heh, that doesn't suite me" Patrick replied, whipping out his Grenade Launcher

He threw two rounds out of it, one on each side of the gap. The one on the left landed safely inside the zombies, tearing them apart and leaving them useless. Not really dead, but they were all on the ground at least.

The one on the right didn't land so safely. It hit one of them in the head and exploded, sending every one of them to the ground, and a few dead. However, shrapnel shot back at the three, missing the two, but a piece hit Patrick in the leg.

"AHAHAHAHAHA!" Patrick screamed as the shrapnel nestled itself into a fatty portion of his leg.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" The biker asked

"I should be asking you the same question: do you not feel exhilaration when it detonates?" Patrick asked

"No, I suppose I haven't reached that level of insanity yet" He replied

"Pity" Patrick said

They ran for the gap, Patrick pulling out his handgun and threw bullets into the mass of zombies, the other two shortly followed suit.

They barely made the gap, the dead grasping at their feet.

They reached the parking lot, the dead not far behind them.

Guys, I'm definetely not gonna be able to do IC tonight.. maybe even tomorrow.. So hold off Day three, could ya?

Nice clear-up, Silver.

Also, when Day 3 comes, we should just continue and say it's midnight IMO.

Halon had heard an explosion. Too small to be a building and too loud to be a firecracker. However it was a sign he had been hoping for, it sounded military in origin. Halon quickly pulled a U-turn and began driving towards it, another explosion guiding him. He heard more and even heard gunfire.

If it was military, then the zombies were getting close to them, but they would still have a better chance of holding them off.

He passed the mall, noticing a small group armed with pistols moving towards the mall, a number of zombies chasing them.

"Oh, feth me backwards." halon muttered to himself. Not only had his hopes of military support been dashed, but he now saw a chance to be a hero or a jerk. He thought for a second and sped towards the group, going over the parking lot's curbs. He stopped short of the group and prepared to fire on the zombie mob.

He had other things on his mind though, he hid the coke that had been in the SUV previously and rolled down his window.

"You guys going shopping in the middle of all of this?" Halon called out while waving them towards the SUV and pulled out the automatic he had found in the SUV.

Halon opened fire on the zombies farthest to the left of the small group of survivors, attempting to not hit any of them, hoping he would not regret it.

Darkvoidof40k wrote:Guys, I'm definetely not gonna be able to do IC tonight.. maybe even tomorrow.. So hold off Day three, could ya?

Nice clear-up, Silver.

Also, when Day 3 comes, we should just continue and say it's midnight IMO.

I'd rather us not wait for you, since Day 3 already has been delayed enough. Just post a bit about how your guy went to sleep, or is mysteriously missing, blah blah.

You can back fill your time if you want, Darkvoid. I will not penalize you for doing so.

I'm going to do a quick scan of DAY TWO to see who has not posted, then I am going to do an intro for DAY THREE, which will be starting as soon as I have written it, so probably in an hour or so.

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On DAY THREE the storm hits in more ways than one. Rain lashes The City and lightning lights the undead hordes shambling through the streets and consuming everything in their path. The weather and the significantly increasing violence has forced many people inside where they have fortified their homes. Others have sought safety in fleeing to the countryside or to other towns and cities. The mounting death toll and mass exodus has lead to a sharp decline in the population. Many buildings lay empty, their occupants either dead or gone.

DAY THREE also sees the panic hit the whole nation, with outbreaks occurring in every major city in the US. The army is placed on the streets where possible (so far desertions are minimal, although some soldiers have chosen family over country). The armed forces in The City are overwhelmed and fractured. They exist in small pockets and lack any clear leadership (the base was overrun with zombies in the late hours of DAY TWO), although some attempt is made in the course of DAY THREE to link up and break out of the city. However, this comes to nothing under the massed ranks of zombies coming into the city from the towns to the north over the course of DAY THREE (now stripped of all life).

The populace that remains is both highly aggressive and highly comradely, alternating between shooting anything that moves, and risking their lives to save others as the mood takes them.


Anyone in the north of The City will be aware of the huge numbers of zombies pouring into the city (please note that as the day progresses their numbers will increase).

Anyone near the army base, in the forces, or with access to an army radio will know the army base has been overrun.

Anyone in the south of town will know that lots of people are attempting to escape the city.


Local Information
Large numbers of dead.
Most people flee or fortify.
All public services heavily disrupted or shut down.
Most large businesses closed. Small independent retailers may remain open.
National news stations running almost non-stop broadcasts about the troubles in the city.
Outlying towns wiped out.
Large mobs of zombies on the streets.

National Information
There is a national news alert regards the violence and “plague”.
The story is featuring as almost the only news item nationally.
The government has put all of its arms on the streets where possible.
Zombies are active in almost all cities in the USA.


World Information:
The world has issued an alert on the situation and is trying to come up with some kind of solution, however the plague is now widespread and most countries have infected population.
Most international news channels are running stories on the troubles through America and the rest of the world.
Zombies establishing a good foothold in many countries and have spread to a number of others.

Infection Status
City – 40,000 infected, 19,000 zombies
Local – 120,000 infected, 45,000 zombies
National – 500,000 infected, 120,000 zombies
Global – 950,000 infected, 400,000 zombies


EVENT!

Scarp had been on the run for hours, ever since the hospital had burnt down. He was ragged and dirty, his scrubs covered in burn marks and dirt. He’d seen nothing but infected for some time. Seeking somewhere to rest he stepped into the lobby of a local movie theatre. It was deserted, although there were obvious signs of a fight – blood splattered the walls and there was what might have been a body behind the ticket counter.

Scarp’s stomach rumbled as his eyes passed over the snack counter. He walked around to the servers side and scooped out a box of popcorn which he munched on contentedly. The salted corn made him damn thirsty so he looked at his choices – some coke and other soft drinks in the fridge, some soft drinks on tap, or some slushie from the machine. Scarp rubbed his burnt skin and winced – slushi it was!

He grabbed a cup from the counter and walked over to the machine. The lid was askew but the machine was still on. Shrugging he poured himself a cup and took a long, refreshing draft.

Smiling he walked into the managers office and locked the door, stretching out on the sofa to get some rest.

He awoke some hours later in agony – his stomach was cramping and his limbs were numb and heavy. He vomited and voided his bowels, too weak and in pain to be able to clean himself, he lay in his own filth in horrid agony for the next 4 hours until he finally expired and shortly there after rose again.

Given the chance to look back on his life, Scarp perhaps would have wished that he had paid more attention to the slushie machine, even going so far as to have noticed the severed hand floating in the blue mixture…

End of event!

PLAYER FATALITY! - Scarp is now dead.

There are now 12 active players, 0 infected.


THIS IS A WARNING TO LORD-LOSS – YOU HAVE NOT POSTED FOR DAY TWO, PLEASE RP DURING DAY THREE IN ORDER TO REMAIN ALIVE. RP’ING DAY TWO WOULD ALSO BE GREAT IF YOU WANT TO BACK FILL YOUR TIME – A PM HAS BEEN SENT

Player: Karon

Name: "Jewman" (Not meant to be racist, I'm Jewish and that's what all my buds call me)
Age: 23
Appearance: Height 6'11", 247lbs, short slicked back hair, unshaved face, Pentagram Tattoo on the back of the neck, well built
Abilities: Medical Intern, knowledge of ballistics, 5 years of Tai-Chi
Equipment: Tek-9, Taurus PT92, Butterfly Knife, Two stainless Steel combat-made Drizzt Do'urden Replica Swords (they are so awesome), piece o' gak ford Jeep, first aid kit(not the gakky ones you get from walgreens)
Background: Drug Dealer, accomplished Martial Artist, grew up in the "hood" in chicago


Player: ghosty

Name: Tom Knight
Age: 23
Appearance: 6ft 2, Medium build, pale skin, sunken eye sockets, short cropped Mohican.
Abilities: Used to be a promising surgeon, until he became addicted to the morphine he was dishing out.
Equipment: Jeans, Vest top, 6 syringes of morphine, Scalpols, Spade (win!)
Background: Tom used to be a promising surgeon, after aceing medical school, and sailing through internship, he was apparently going to do great things. However, he became addicted to morphine, and was chucked out of the hospital. He ended up Living in a scummy apartment with three other druggies, trying to get high off of anything. Tom has a girlfriend, a nurse at the hospital, who has been trying to get him off his addiction for several months.


Player: Darkvoidof40k

Name: "Shadow"
Age: 26
Appearance: Short, dark spiked up hair. 6 foot one. Old war Scar across right cheek.
Abilities: Highly skilled marksman and pretty good in a fist fight (or otherwise, for that matter).
Equipment: Pump-action shotgun, semi-automatic machine gun, hunting knife
Background: Ex-military commando background, in it with "Spook" - a friend of Shadow's since childhood. On leave from his duties.


Player: halonachos

Name: "Halon" nickname due to massive chemistry interest.
Age: 20
Appearance: 6' 0", 207lbs, Short neatly combed hair, has muscle mass, but doesn't look like hulk hogan or anything like that.
Abilities: Marksmanship training, basic EMT training, some further medical training.
Equipment: M9 pistol, Mosin Nagant rifle, basic med kit (the kind you do get at walgreens). Air Force uniform pants and a plain white t-shirt with the phrase "Practice Safe Lunch, Use a Condiment." on the front. Also wears aviator sunglasses.
Background: Halon graduated from college and decided to join the air force to get into med school for free. He was able to bypass boot camp, but still had to meet airforce requirements on his own. Has no girlfriend and no pets with him as he lives out of state. Has a brother and a friend also in the air force. Brother is also out of state and in candidate school while friend is stationed in Qatar. Loves older WW2 firearms and planned on collecting them once he retired from the air force and joined a private practice as a trauma surgeon.


Player: FM Ninja 048

Name: Jennifer
Age: 24
Appearance: tall, slender, black hair
Abilities: athlete, can handle a gun, good at fighting
Equipment: Japanese Kantana, AR-15, Five Seven, Jack Daniels, Zippo
Background: Budding crime lord, Naomies Fathers contact in this town.


Player: c34r34lk1ll3r

Name: Aleksander
Age: 34
Appearance: 6'6", muscled build, 250 lbs, moderately long hair, blonde hair, green eyes
Abilities: Moderate occult knowledge, Minor Gunsmithing knowledge, hunting, wilderness survival
Equipment: 1997 Ford F-150, 2 Knives, Basic survival kit, 357 magnum, 12 .357 rounds, basic car repair gear
Background: Currently an automechanic. Ever since Aleksander was a child his parents have informed him that big brother is out to get him. He is extremely paranoid and never leaves the house without a minor survival kit. Aleksander lives a couple miles out of town and owns a mechanic shop near his house. If something goes haywire he is more than willing to bunker down in his home until the dust settles. Aleksander has a wife and 2 children: Rachael, Donovan, and Aaron; respectively.


Player: Scarper – FATALITY

Name: Scarp, seeing as we seem to be going the nickname route
Age: 21
Appearance: 6'1", average build. Dark brown short hair and stubbly beard.
Abilities: Emergency medicine and rock climbing. Little knowledge of weapons, but fit and able to get around well
Equipment: Limited medical equipment (think basic first aid, splints and bandages, few bags of fluid with delivery system, defib - enough to fill a rucksack). Rope, carabiners and rock shoes. Few tins of food, two bottles of water, insulin pump (!) with several weeks of prescription meds. Hockey stick.
Background: Med student, recently attached to local A and E, but new to the area. Member of local mountain rescue team back home. Diabetic.


Player: Lord-Loss

Name: Lord.
Age: 18
Appearance: 6"1, shaved head, some muscle.
Abilities: Basic weapon training, some medical training. Speciality is close combat, uses a mixturte of close combat martial arts.
Equipment: A pistol, I know nothing about guns so I'm going to say a "45." pistol, a baseball bat anda small hatchet.
Background: Lived in this unnamed town his whole life, he seeks adventur so he joined the army but he's home for the summer.


Player: Golden Eyed Scout

Name: David 'Dave" Mondello
Height: 5'6"
Weight: 140 lbs.
Skills: Basic first aid, classical wrestling training, decent marksmen, some parkour training, can come up with plans and ideas on the fly.
Equipment: Lighter, pocket knife, water bottle, skeleton hilt four inch knife, and KA-BAR.
Backstory: Dave moved from his small town in Pennsylvania with his family to The City a year ago. Though he formally wrestled and was on the rifle team, he has yet to engage in any team sports
at his new school. He still keeps his skills fresh by practicing at his home. He discovered parkour three months ago, and has slowly but surely gained some skill in the activity.
Dave is slightly paranoid, and often expects the worst, never leaving home without a weapon, even for school.
Physical Appearance: White, slight stubble, tired/bored looking eyes, dark brown hair, hazel eyes.


Player: Fitzz

Name: Tombstone
Age: 28
Appearance: Tall 6'7",pale skin,muscular,long dark hair,large scar on cheek,tattoos.
Abilities: Highly proficent with weapons of all kinds/above average fighter/moves quick and quiet.
Equipment: large switch blade knife,2 Baretta 9mm pistols (kept in duel shoulder holsters) plus 4 spare magazines & silencers,Harley chopper.
Background: Tombstone is the Satans Servents "hit man",when the "Satans" have a problem,tombstone is the man who settles it ,cold and ruthless, this man has no mercy.


Player: N0t_u

Name: N
Age: 20
Appearance: Average height, thin, blonde hair, huge red coat (for added protection)
Abilities: N was an extremely resourceful IT student before the outbreak occured. His teachers would say he was basically a lazy child prodigy earlier on in life, simply he was extremely smart, but only if the subject interested him. At the age of 10 he started practicing Battojustu, simply because it seemed interesting enough. At other times he has even converted pens into LED flashlights simply for the hell of it. Another hobby is Archery and given a choice he prefers a quiet bow over guns.
Equipment: Katana, Pen LED Flashlight, some first aid equipment, Bow, 50 Arrows.


Player: Great Unclean One

Name: Bonzo
Age: 40
Appearance: Balding, middle age, beer belly,
Abilities: Clown, damn good at drinking and has been in his share of scraps and brawls, especially with angry parents....
Equipment: Clown outfit, baseball bat, broken bottle,
Background: Works as a clown, has been slowly sinking into chronic depression, combination of living in squalor, being addicted to alcohol and being divorced and having next to no money left. He has taken to sitting in his apartment, drinking himself into a stupor and has not been booked for a fortnight, has considered suicide but realised quickly that he was too chicken even for that. He also has wild personality swings and can become extraordinarily happy one time but depressed at other times, he's confused, lonely, not the happiest clown that's existed.


Player: Drk_Oblitr8r
Name: Kevin "K"
Age: 17
Appearance: Sort of shortish, baggy black jeans, long sleeved black and green shirt, hair is dyed blue around his right ear, but fades into green towards the top and back of his head and maintains the green in the rest of his hair but has alittle regrowth of black hair at the roots and is roughly medium long, missing his left arm from the shoulder down.
Abilities: Is a brilliant tactician, is small enough to fit into some small gaps that others might not fit in, but cannot do anything that requires both hands
Equipment: Cola drink, Hamburger, a large box of random flavoured chocolates and a king chess piece which he wears as a necklace
Background: K was conisdered by many as a child prodigy in terms of chess. It was wildly speculated that he had never lost a game, and won his first game at the age of 2. By the time he was 16, he had won over 9000 Chess Tournaments. His parents, seeing the amount of money they could make out of him, didn't try to have any others, so they could focus on him. This, combined with the amount of attention he gained stopped him from being able to relate to anyone, which caused him to be rather shy, choosing to speak in as little words as possible.

CURRENT ACTIVE PLAYERS = 12
CURRENT INFECTED PLAYERS = 0

halonachos wrote:?

Woah, Irony. I just bought L4D2 like two hours ago, and just finished that campaign with my GF. Lol.

OOC: Loved the outcome Silver,it's a shame about poor Strawberry,but them's the breaks .
Now,If I read correctly we have pilled into " Halons" SUV?

OOC: Aha,I misread,we are running towards the SUV.

Tombstone felt his considerable strength ebb,after all he was carrying the woman,who was still unconscious,his weapons and a bag that felt as if it was loaded with bricks.

He glanced over at Ashton,decided that with his broken arm ,the man had all he could handle simply keeping an eye on that nut-job.

For a moment Tombstone considered killing them both,but decided he could probably use Ashton for back up..especialy since this crazy feth in the robe had iced Berry,that brought a wave of rage pouring over Tombstone.

Strawberry had been an excelent soilder,a fantastic shot,loyal to a fault and...damnit...a friend,Tombstone didn't have many of those...he wouldn't allow it.

He glared at the feth in the robe as he fired a grenade into a group of zombies,Tombstone begin to turn his MP5 in the direction of the nut case.

A large SUV raced past them and slowed,the driver yelling about "shopping" and fireing his weapon at a shambiling ghoul.

" I'll deal with you later" Tombstone thought grinning evily at the gibbering man in the robe " You wan't art?...I'll paint the walls with your insides."

" Move!" Tombstone barked at the group,running as fast as he could with his considerable load towards the SUV while snapping off shots at approaching zombies.

A moment later Tombstone was greatfully placing the woman into the SUV,his arm screaming with relife,he unslung the bags and threw them in the vehicle as well.

"C'mon!" Tombstone yelled at Ashton, who ran as fast as his injuries would allow,grimacing in pain with each step.

The crazy feth ran towards the SUV as well,Tombstone considered killing him again....but hesitated.

Seconds later they had all pilled into the SUV and were racing towards the mall.

I'm Halon" the driver said,a look of grim determination on his face as he swearved in and around zombies.

" Ashton" the injured man said glancing at the driver,the crazy feth started talking about "art" again and the driver looked at him with a mixture of ammusement and concern.

The driver glanced at the biker in his rear view mirror,he was reloading the magazines of his weapons.

" You got a name?" the driver asked the biker.

Tombstone looked up and grinned at the man... "Tombstone" he wispered with a smile.

The SUV pulled closer to the mall....

The driver of the SUV screeched to a hault in front of the shopping mall,a group of zombies staggering and stumbleing towards the vehicle.

"Not here!" Tombstone shouted "You park here and you can kiss this rolling beast goodbye".

The driver nodded understanding and begin rapidly searching the area.

Tombstone spotted what they were looking for,a multi leval parking garage attached to the shopping center.

"There!" Tombstone barked,pointing towards the entrance,the driver sped in that direction.

A moment later they had reached the top leval 3 stories up.

"Those fething things shouldn't come up here" the driver said.

Tombstone tilted his head and smiled his evil smile "Some may,but I don't think many will" he paused and then shrugged " If I'm wrong...we can always jump." he threw his head back and laughed.

Halon had started regretting his choice almost as soon as the wounded guy hit the door.

He was now with 1 wounded guy, 1 crazy guy with high explosives, and 1 big scary biker guy.

Halon looked for a "1%er" patch on the biker and hoped he wouldn't find one.

As soon as they reached the top of the parking garage the biker began cracking jokes about jumping off of the 3rd story.

"You can jump if you want, I may be air force, but I still can't fly." Halon responded jokingly.

The biker stopped laughing and looked at Halon.

"Okay, then... uh, what should we do now? We could go inside and barricade the entrance we came in from or we could try to run over whatever we could to get out of the city." halon quickly asked to change the subject.

The biker began thinking, about what Halon didn't know. Halon just hoped he wasn't thinking about killing him.

Halon began rolling up his window and scanning the ramp they had just went up. Listening for anything that might indicate an issue outside or inside the SUV.