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Nice intros guys but can you sort it in to paragraphs please, and blood reaper please try to add a bit more detail. Sorry if I am being a bit fussy its just that I need some detail to work with so I can think of certain events


Edit: Finally a new page

Shas'ui T'au Kais wrote:Nice intros guys but can you sort it in to paragraphs please, and blood reaper please try to add a bit more detail. Sorry if I am being a bit fussy its just that I need some detail to work with so I can think of certain events

God does not ask, he commands. In this case, that's you.

Oooh finally, power!!! Me like



(I would just like to mention that quality of posts, and whether you are f**king awesome in them etc. DOES count in who lives and gets nice little bonuses, and also who dies a horrible death, )

Camt we just start this thing?

Um, we have started, just keep RPing, and I will do an event. Be patient young one.

If you are unsure about this type of RP just talk to Dark, hes the real master of it

/sigh

Ah! a new RPG! gimme gimme! hope i can still join.

Name: Merlin young

Appearance: brown hair, always looks depressed and wears a hooded trenchcoat

Height: 5' 2''

Age: 19

Personality: Grim but a conversationalist, takes great pride in his work, hates being disturbed while fighting, almost never attaches emotionally to other people.

Equipment: A double-barreled shotgun, a combat knife and a few grenades

Skills: staying calm in desperate situations, using two weapons at the same time, using his knife and freerunning

History: Merlin grew up in the center of the city of New York. When he was 15 years old on a road trip his mother, brother and girlfriend died in a carwreck, he was the only survivor. Stranded in the middle of the Mojave desert he struggled for years to get home.
3 years later he arrived in New York. 2 years later the aliens attacked and he grabbed his signature shotgun from his fathers cupboard, put on the first coat he could find and set out to fight.

Is anyone going to start this off?

((OOC - Fine, I'll do it))

Merlin ran across the street to a crashed taxi. He leaped over it and took cover. Reaching into his trenchcoat for his shotgun he was surprised. There was nothing there. "What the hell..?" he mumbled to himself. He looked over the cab and there it was in the middle of the road, his shotgun. Happy to see it he ran back around the cab towards it.

Suddenly he heard a slight hissing noise. Merlin looked around sharply but saw nothing. Slowly he strode on to his shotgun. All of a sudden he heard a loud screeching noise and from the 5th floor of the building behind him a monstrous alien jumped. It landed on top of him and raised his claws. Merlin pulled his knife from his belt and stabbed it into the beast's chest. The beast heeled but came back down and grabbed merlin's throat with two from his back spawning tentacles. Merlin stabbed the knife into the beast's face 3 times and it heeled again. This time Merlin kicked it and the beast fell on it's back. Seizing this moment of weakness Merlin got up and ran to his shotgun and picked it up. The alien climbed to his feet and roared at him. Merlin aimed his shotgun at the beast's face and blew it to pieces.

As the beast fell to the ground with steam coming from the remains of it's torn face Merlin realized something. He wouldn't stay alive for long.

Alone...

Sorry Dark but its true! You are the master!


(I do not want anything just before you ask)

Anyway, a new player, welcome!

"Excellent" (does Mr. Burns's finger thing)




In fact that IS a pretty good post, I mean I like the way you interpreted the aliens, tentacles, supreme endurance (c'mon he stabbed it in the face 3 times and it did'nt bloody die!). Anyway if we get to the point where we have all done intro posts and maybe a few other RP posts to extend, I might do an event

Edit: But I will need some stuff to work with.

As Garth walked through the smokey,debri strewn street of the used to be proud capital of Canada,he strode silently.
Then a strange noise.
He drew his shotgun, sneaked towards the noise and pointed his shotgun to...A scared old man.
He put his shotgun down, and aproached the weak old man.

But not all is what it seems.

The old man's chest was ripped open,and a robotic probe flew out,humming and chanting droid signals: "Zzz dop zzz brig zzz TARGET ACQUIRED zzz" and instantly it morphed a Plasma gun from it's tiny shell,but,as all probe droids are so stupid,he shot that scrap heap to chunks with his shotgun. He then ran to the old man,but Garth some how knew he could not do anything. He knealed beside the body,spraled as it was,and gave a moment of silence for the poor man. Though strong he was,he was emotional too.

There was silince. He trekked on,through the jungle of twisted metal to his destination,which was the Artic,were a alien base was.

He light a smoke,took a puff,and giggled about how that was sort of the part in the movie " Aliens ".

Frost covers the surface of the lake. Snowflakes gently fall from the grey skies. A lone figure walks on the shoreline of the lake. Sand and snow fall off his boots as he trudges along. He stops as he looks upon the city skyline.

Subject Deltas laughs can are heard by two Alien scouts.
They make there way into a abbandoned Church
"I was exepecting Little Green men but you will have to do"
Subject Delta falls from the Roof instantly endgaging the two cretures. The first Alien is disimbowled while the other is decapatated."
"That was fun"

Seeing the effectiveness of the man in the center of the churchyard he guesses that this must be one of the survivers he is searching for, he calmly walks forward hailing the newcomer. "Those hooks of yours are mighty fine, you mind putting them to better use?"

"Whats this? a little fish"
Subject Delta is now in a defencive stance

Watching the newcomer shift his body posture forward onto the balls of his toes and his chest dip slightly, he grins: "im not your enemy that is"

And with one fluid motion he pulls a pistol from under his jackert and puts three bullets into the head of the alien advancing down the ruined church steps,

"Im here to fight, and Im here to win, Im going to target there leader, are you with me or do I need to waste more ammo provong that you dont need to waste your time?"

"I see , you have the right idea but me annd you are not enough we need ... more."
Subject Delta returns to his normal pose and cleans one of his hooks.

There Merlin stood, in the middle of the road, still wary from his experience and covered in goo. Deciding that he wants to see the size of the attack he nimbly climbs the side of a 5-story building(one of his skills is freerunning, he can do that). Once on the roof he looks around, and feels a chill down his spine. As far as the eye can see big smoke clouds and every building in the city either crumbled or on fire. He leaps off the building and lands in a bush.

Once down on the ground he realizes that he should try to contact other survivors. He takes out his old battered cell phone; no signal. He strolls down the street when he spots a crashed truck. He leaps into the cabin and looks for a comms radio(the thing truckers usually have, I'm dutch and i don't really know the word). He signals to all frequencies and says: "Ehhh, hi. Is anybody out there? Anyone? I'm a survivor stuck in New York. Please respond"

"You are right, we do need more, there are several people in this... town who share our ideals, they have been defeating the aliens just as easily as you and i, we must find them", reloading and holstering his pistol, he unslings his rifle from his shoulder and cradles it in the crook of his arm, "shall we go then? ill take point" and with that he turns and walks calmly down the twisting buckled street to the position of one of the others, in the distance the roar of a shotgun can be heard.

"Sounds like there are more , we must be quick. "
Subject Delta Takes the scouts guns and follows his new ally.

"agreed" breaking into a swift run he speeds around the corner of a wrecked building to take in the most bizzare sight of his life, a mashed old man lay in the street, clearly the victim of a shotgun blast, bloody footprints led away from the corpse and into the snow at the edge of town, in the distance the light of a ciggarette can be seen.

Merlin steps out of the truck and reloads his shotgun; a group of small flying aliens attacked it. Suddenly he hears a loud whirring noise. Having learned from his old mistake he puts his shotgun in his right hand and pulls out his knife with his left. He looks up and sees a huge alien ship fly over. He sees a green foggy light shine on him that slowly flashes. As a lightning strike 3 huge bulging alien beings jump from the belly of the ship and land around Merlin.

"Should we search for Loot?"

"No time for that now, look!" pointing to the left the skyline is blotted out with the shape of one of there ships.

Swinging into a crouch he aims the scope of his rifle at each of the tree massive aliens in turn, putting a bullet through each of their scaly heads, seeing the little effect of this, he sais calmly, "we need to help him."

Sprinting down the street, he reloads his rifle and draws his pistols. A look of serenity goes over his face as his mind focuses on the task at hand.

Merlin taunts the monsters "Bring it on fethfaces! I'm not scared of nothing! You'll drop dead before you notice! Hahaha!"

Seeing the apparent nonchalance of the man in the midst of the aliens he grins, anouther one for the battle to come, drawing level with the shattered bus he yells to the man on top, "the one in the middle!!"

catching onto a jutting broken window support he swings up onto the roof of the bus, firing the contents of his pistols point plank into the aliens on either side of the center one, while doing this he spins down and fires the last bullet in each gun into the knee caps of the center aliens legs and dropping his pistols he draws his knife and holds it to the back of the aliens head

winking at the man he sais "give him a kick for me would ya?"

"I don't know who the hell you are, but these bastards are mine." Merlin said and blew the face off of the alien. He then jumped on top of the other one and stabbed the knife into its forehead. he used the butt of his shotgun to ram it in further. He then pulled it out, put the barrel of the gun in the wound and pulled the trigger.

"Fine then", calmly he sheaths his knife and picks up his pistols, reloading them, he drops to the ground, looking back up at the man he sais: "if you want my help and that of this good man here (gestures to his ally), when those aliens decide that you arnt good enough dead and zap you up into that ship of there and turn you into some freak? Well ill be right here (grinning)" he holds out his hand after sheathing his pistols, "but if you want it now then im more th'n happy to oblige"

"Ah well, I'm in a good mood for a man covered in alien goo." Merlin said with a sarcastic grin "You can have the third one."

Smiling Terence slips his rifle of of his shoulders and blasts the alien in the face three times, one after anouther, calmly he slings his gun over shoulder and swings up to the roof again, while the alien is still dazed he holds his pistol to its eye socket, "you sure?" grinning he pulls the trigger, "too slow" laughing quietly to himself he wipes the ichor of his clothes and holds out his hand, "Terence Blackwood, good to meet someone with a sense of humour"