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Hi guys, this thread will only go through providing theres enough people interested.

Heres the gist of things,

It started out as an unusual outbreak of the flu virus. It occurred in a small town in America that specialised in the distribution of lumber. After the quota most companies came to expect ceased to come in, no alarm was raised. They just turned and looked for a different lumber trader. However, it became apparent something was wrong when three other small towns went silent, and soon people began to worry, that they would contract the flu that was ‘going round’. Nothing happened, no safety measures, no quarantines. Life went on, people went to work blissfully unaware that the end was coming. It was only on the eve of Christmas 2011, that all hell broke loose. In no less than three major cities across the globe, there was an outbreak in a deadly, unknown disease, which killed within the hour of contraction. Authorities diagnosed it as a strain of cholera, and people were given saline solutions to replace the fluids they were losing. It wasn’t enough. By Boxing Day, the cities had gone silent.

The shock of this sudden disease spurred the governments into action. They quarantined the cities, and soon it became known about the small lumber town stopping. However, by the time this came to light, the entire of Canada, and the northern part of the USA had gone deceptively quiet. Looting broke out across the cities, people fled their homes. The armies in all countries formed a desperate coalition, and took control, enforcing unthinkable laws. Whole cities were closed in, and none could escape. However, despite the militaries best attempts, propaganda began to filter out. Something was terribly wrong in the cities that had fallen to the unknown killer plague.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=giVa3vLv97Q
Grainy videos of horrific murders, pictures of people that, despite injuries that defied belief, still walked, brief and chilling messages over the radio, people screaming about the end, calling for aid, sometimes, and these were the most chilling, sometimes there was just a calm refrained voice, of a person, who knew they were going to die, and was simply saying goodbye to loved ones.
The propaganda prepared the world for what was too come. By January 16th outbreaks erupted across the entire of the world. Anywhere where there was a concentration of people, the disease would spread….

The final official broadcast was given by the pope; he spoke to all people, all religions and all races. In the background of his final speech, a low and terrible cacophony of moaning could be heard.
“My children, my brothers, people across the world. It seems that the apocalypse has come. Hell has filled up, the dead walk the earth. The government lied to you. There was no disease, not in the conventional sense. Make peaces with your gods, the dead come, and you cannot stop them.”

Ok! Right, heres what im thinking about. Essentially this will be a phased roleplay. I tried one with my tyranid roleplay a while back, and it went well. So, you have a basic profile to follow, post your characters up, and when we have enough, it will start. Im gonna be the GM, so any queries, shoot them my way.
Name: This can be anything, so don’t be shy if you post yourself up
Age: anything from 15 – 70 is good for me.
Appearance: So height, hair colour, haircuts, etc etc
Abilities: depending on what your job was, depends on what you can do. And a pointer, no army, unless retired, as they’re busy quarantining, being the enemy.
Equipment: id like this to be sparse at the beginning, seeing as the outbreak has only just begun.
Background: Previous jobs, what makes you tick, family etc

Ok? So I hope to hear from you soon.

I hate it. Bullcrap. Rubbish. Terribad. Burn it. Destroy it. Eat it. Smoking crab.

Righto, this'll be fun! Mwa-hawr!

Name: "Spook"
Age: 27
Appearance: Height - five foot nine, hair - bald
Abilities: Ex-military, special ops department-thing.
Equipment: Shotgun, Hunting Knife.
Background: No Family, few friends. But has a Dog. I'll find the name of the breed tomorrowz.

Yeah, tell me if it's k with the equipment. I lurvs me shotguns and knives. Big. Pointy. Knives.

I'll throw my hat in the ring.

Name: Fitzz (keeps things easy)
Age: 35
Appearance: Height - 6'5",250lbs,long haired, bearded,tattooed.
Abilities: Mechanic,with above average knowledge of weapons,combat & "various criminal knowledge".
Equipment: Colt 1911,AR-15,K-bar knife,Sawed off double barrel shotgun,Harley "Shovelhead" Motorcycle with "saddle bags" containg first aid kit/MREs/canteens.
Background: Ex-convict,memeber of "Satans Servents" Motorcycle "club",served 10 years in State pen for drug distribution,Ex-wife,3 kids.

Never done this before but it should be fun,

Name: Naomie
Age: 19
Appearance: long brown hair, 5'10",female
Abilities: theif skills, so fast, stealthy, can jump high, above average weapons knowledge
Equipment: FiveSeven,Scoped&Silenced AR-15,ninjatō,dirt bike, rucksack with food and water
Background: dads a crime boss but ex-millitary, taught shooting skills at young age, very intelegent, not a girly girl,killed for daddy before but he doesn't know that

Removed.

Name: Sil (woo, nicknames!)
Age: 25
Appearance: Average height, shaven head, stubble, fit looking, lots of gang marks.
Abilities: Lumberjack (good with axes). Brawling skills (low level criminal thug being hidden out of the way after killing someone in a gang fight).
Equipment: Axe.
Background: A low level thug in a criminal gang, Sil had been hidden out of the way after killing someone during a gang fight. Was working as a lumberjack when the outbreak started.

I do love it when a plan comes together!

Keep the characters coming, i'd say two-three more will make for a good 'un

And if the idea of being hunted by a swarm of the living dead isn’t tantalizing enough, ill explain nice and quickly about the phasing. Essentially, the RP will start about 15 hours after the Popes final speech. Your starting town has had no contact from the nearby hamlet of Clarabelle for three days. People are fearing the worse. Now, this rp will start BEFORE the zombies attack, so it’s advantageous, to try to meet up with other characters ASAP. Whilst you go looking for each other/barricading/looking for supplies, the police, and any other authority (e.g. Firemen) are busy trying to keep the peace. This is the calm before the storm, but I wouldn’t try looting yet. People are getting might jumpy with the reports of the undead. An act such as looting could light the fuse to to total anarchy, and you really don’t want a street fight going on when the undead reach the outskirts of town.
Obviously, when I indicate the undead are being seen, you can start to do what you need to do, but before then, remember, humanity isn’t gone. Not yet. You still have decorum. Your not going to kill a police man just because they knock on your window.

Well, we are spamming weapons.

Gotta love this:

SilverMK2 wrote:Equipment: Axe.

Says much about you my friend.

Now, I suppose it ain't so strange for all these lovely weapons - it is a street war out there everywhere.

Also, epic suckage on my part - That youtube video - what was it about? Stupid internet thingy blocked :/

This is gonna be fun

Err that internet video was something slightly unnerving i found on youtube.... 'apparently' its real life footage, but methinks its a fake. Basically its some guy in russia getting chased by zombies.

Darkvoidof40k wrote:Well, we are spamming weapons.

Gotta love this:

SilverMK2 wrote:Equipment: Axe.

Says much about you my friend.

My character likes to hit things

Besides, in the initial stages, you will not usually have access to loads of weapons etc. I like to keep my characters simple too.

I do have two quick questions.

1. Seeing as I'm the only "Yank" involved so far,will RL time zones affect play/turn sequence etc ?
I'd hate to hold up the game becuase everyone is waiting on "my actions".

2. Will the zombies be Romero shamblers,Snyder sprinters or a mix of both?
Or is that info " Eyes only" for now?

This does seem like it will be alot of fun.

I'm really looking forward to this! I reckon it would be better if we don't know any zombie info yet - better to find out when the first guy gets pounced, right?

Is it ok to include NPC-type characters btw? People who could tag along, at least til all the players have teamed up?

Your are not alone FTIZZ!!!

The true Yank has arrived! (I'm farther North then you. I get to take the title. )

Name: David "Dave" Laurie
Age: 16
Apperance: 5'7", Close cropped brown hair, hazel eyes, glasses, 145 lbs.
Abilities: 6 yrs. of Wrestling training, more a brawler then fighter though. Decent marksmen, having been on his schools rifle team. Incrediably convincing liar and actor. Good mountain biker, and can run
at a good clip for a while, a testament to the condtioning of his training.
Equipment: Claw hammer, KA-BAR, pocket knife, metal water bottle.
Backround: Born and raised in the backwoods of America, David was the black sheep of his family. Whereas his brothers were both incredible athletes and honor roll students, David struggled to keep his grades up
and to get the coaches to put him on the mat, until he quit the team. David was also different then his brothers in that he loved nothing more then to go home and sleep off a hard day, rather then fight with his parents.
Despite the disproval of his parents, David is always ready for a brawl, especially if he has an excuse for being an even dirtier fighter.
David had a friend in Clarabelle, but hasn't heard from him in a week. determined to find out what the hell is going on, david mounted up...

David lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling. The fan blades spun slowly, but the air refused to cool. He rolled over and stared at the wall, trying to find shapes and figures in the paint.

David sat up and swung his legs over the edge of the bed. He got and pulled on a light jacket as he walked downstairs to the garage. Dave took out his gold painted helmet, and got on his old mountain bike.
He hadn't heard from his buddy Travis in Clarabeller despite texting and calling him several times. It wasn't that far to the next town, and hours bike ride if he felt like going slowly.

Dave didn't. He pedaled with all get out, getting lost in the simple act of pumping his legs up and down, up and down.

The wind bit at his face, numbing his nose and cheeks. Dave didn't take notice. His one goal was to find Travis, and see what was going on.

A police officer stopped him at the outskirts of town.

"Sorry sonnie, there's been a curfew." The man spokje donw at him.

Dave grumbled. He would've loved to have hurt the man for calling him "sonnie", the redneck idiot. Dave turned around and returned home.

Dave settled into working on the table he was making to present ot his brother for Christmas this year. The hammer struck the center of the nail, every time. The simple reptiitive act calme dhim.

Right, I like the part about the pope (though I feel I heard that line before?). I'll do myself in real life!

Name: Patrick "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: 23 year old on-and-off drug dealer, accomplished Martial Artist, grew up in the "hood" in chicago

Just so you guys know, I'm off on holiday with ma parents from sunday onwards :(. Chances are, I might not get on until the following weekend. On the other hand, I might get on twice or so. Depends if I can get a wireless signal on my laptop up there.

Just letting you guys know, cause I don't wanna hold up the RP but I don't wanna miss it either.

Anyways, all you people with your codenames and whatnot. I'm gonna have to go look up all those "Tek-9"'s etc now

Ok weve hit are ideal numbers!

Ok fitzz in regards to your timezone question, we post when we post, if that makes sense. Its no biggy if your not around at a moment we need you too be, i could hijack your character for maybe a post or two.

As for the zombies, well, thats a secret ^^ but be afraid. BE veeerry afraid.

Oh and yes, npc's are of course aloud. Just dont get to attatched too them >

Darkvoidof40k wrote:Equipment: Shotgun, Hunting Knife.

LOOKS LIKE I'M SET

So too late to join?
Haven't tried a zombie one before.

Ofc your not too late, come join whenevr you want. However, i will say one more max, until someone dies. Ok?

Btw, The rp will officially begin at 19.00 in england time

7:00PM for those of you who CBA to work it out.

Tbh, not much is gonna be happening in this RP for awhile.

Also, IMO we should have a list of all the characters and who's RPing them. I mean, I have "memory issues" so it's unlikely I'll remember them

Also, what's the language limitation on this thread? Not looking for a link to the forum rules here...

I've just seen your post of people can only join when someone dies, any chance you could PM me when there is a slot to join?

Great, you can join, but in doing so, your gonna be the last possible person.

As for the list, we have the following players:
Darkvoid – ‘Spook’
Fitzz – Fitzz
FM ninja – Naomie
Scarper – Scarp
Silvermk2 – ‘Sil’
Golden eyed scout – David ‘Dave’ Laurie
Karon – Patrick ‘jewman’
Not_u – Name pending
Great unclean – Name pending
OK?

Incidentally language restrictions are as follows:
Swearing is aloud, but lets refrain from using sexual references, as there are younger viewers (c*nt for example is a no go)

"younger viewers" is me I guess. Doesn't stop me though

Ah well, as long as I can take the piss of people before blowin' 'em apart I'm content.

1 hour, 7 minutes and -insert number- seconds left til' start! Ftw.

Are we going to have any time frames etc to post to? Such as having to put times, even roughly, as to when we are posting about?

I find that it helps to keep everyone flowing more easily as they know when events happen etc.

Even if everyone is posting about what happens at "day 3, 9pm", you can post some in-fill for something your character did at "day 1, 6pm" and it is kept clear.

Personally, I don't see that it's necessary - unless you're posting in the future tense to everyone else. However, I think we should all kinda post in a linear way, because if we have people posting after and before each others but in newer posts, it'll get confusing.

Eh. Whatever you people think is good.

The first light of dawn spills over the town of New Howdover, and for a few minutes, before the grim message of yesterday sank back in, the inhabitants were at peace. But, like an itch, they remembered what they had heard, what they had seen. A couple of police man at the edge of town nestled up against the bracken, and tried to catch some sleep whilst they had the chance. The surreal stillness of the town was disconcerting, but for the majority, what was the point of getting up? If the dead truly had risen from their graves, was there any point even getting out of bed?
Dawn broke over the town, and sleepily, muzzily, the town broke woke, people streaming out their houses like ants from a nest. They needed to prepare, they needed to be ready.
RP, GO!

A Pickup drove down the main road. The radio was set on loud, with "It's The End of the World as we know it [and I feel fine]" playing. A bald man, in black shades, was at the wheel. He cruised along at 30, tapping the wheel to the beat of the song. "...And I feel fine! Yeah, bloody right I do!" Spook muttered. "They saw it comin', Chester. I dunno how, but they made this song. I'm sure they saw it comin', R.E.M. Pity the rest of their songs were crap." Chester barked from the back. "Yeah, yeah, alright. So they made a few good songs besides..."

And that's how Spook's day began.

Sil crawled out of his bunk, slipping his feet straight into his work boots and yawned. Damn, it was hard work chopping trees - even though he was kept fit by his crew just in case his muscle was needed by the families - this was a new kind of fitness, something his body was still getting used to. He stretched, wondering how long he would have to stay hiding out in the woods - how was he supposed to know the guy he whacked was some kind of informant for the police. Little piece of gak. He walked over to the breakfast table and poured himself some coffee before sitting down. One of the other loggers was up early too and he was quietly listening to the radio. Sil mumbled a greeting before turning his attention to the cereal.

He was busy crunching his way through the bowl full of "Captain Crunch - Super Chocolate Flavour" when his breakfast companion made an exclamation over whatever he was hearing on the radio. "Hey, Sil, you heard what has been going on down in town?"

Sil shook his head. "You know I don't listen to that stuff man". He looked up from his bowl. "Mike was talking about some kind of flu the other day though".

"Ain't no flu - the radio is saying people are rioting, killing each other - all sorts of crazy stuff."

Sil grunted. "Welcome to the modern world - this crap happened all the time in the city - maybe not the riots, but there damn sure was a lot of people killin' one another."

With that he got up from the table and picked up his axe from the rack next to the door, stepping out into the woods.

Naomie woke with a start, she could hear yelling from downstairs. getting dressed quickly she hurried down the stairs to be met by one of her dads men standing by the livingroom door, she made her way towards in but the guard gave a quick shake of his head and she turned round towards the kitchen in the backgrond she could hear her father yelling at one of his men,

"I Don't care about the police, I all the men at the wharehouse by tomorrow!"

This was truly her father talking, alaways putting family first, he had a plan to get her and some men away from this place to their estate in the mountains. They were due to leave tomorrow, but the police curfew was getting in the way of his plans.
She got herself some breakfast and packed her rucksack with some food, she wasn't expecting to be back before nightfall so she popped back into the hall to mention to her fathers gaurd, Charles, that she was going out. Nipping out into the garage she pulled her Fiveseven out of the cabnet and tucked it down the back of her trousers and grabbed one of the assault rifles to stash in her pack. putting on her helmet and opening the garage doors she reved the bike and headed off into town, usually she wouldn't take this much prcaution but yesterday her dad had told her not to leave the house armed and that was enough for her.

OOC = ama doin it right