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Halon, you make me smile. Have some coupons.

OOC-right ok what be coupons and i am waiting for everyone in the vehicle to either die or dodge so se ya all later

OOC:...How is it that an "unofficial character" has materialized and started firing rocket launchers???

And at who? No ones in a vehicle at the moment :s

ghosty wrote:And at who? No ones in a vehicle at the moment :s

I can only assume that he's firing at our characters,as we are the only ones who actually are mobile in any sort of vehicles ATM...3 Harley's and a Hummer.

Shadow had been watching the strange russian giant up to the point that it began to fire a rocket at an empty truck.

Shadow lept at the giant and landed a right hook on the giant's muscular jaw. The jaw broke and opera music began to play due to the sheer awesomeness Shadow had just unleashed.

Shadow had forgotten his power of awesome and assumed that the music was a ploy being used by the russian to scare him. It wasn't going to work.

Shadow lunged at the giant and dealt a series of body blows that caused several of the giant's organs to implode. The giant swung wildly at an attempt to crush Shadow, but Shadow dodged and grabbed the giant's arm only to turn it into licorice, red licorice.

The presence of the red licorice only infuriated Shadow more as he hated Russians or as he knew them "Reds". With the fury of a thousand wild bulls on fire, Shadow launched himself at the giant, piercing the giant's torso with his body and exploding out of the other side in an act of manliness so great it caused every man within a 500 mile radius to grow a massive beard and punch the closest object to them and caused every woman within a 500 mile radius to experience pleasures unknown to them.

The giant stumbled and fell to the ground, exploding into 1,000 tiny bunnies as soon as its body impacted with the ground.

Shadow flew into the sky and donned a pair of sunglasses, and gave Jesus a high five.

halonachos wrote:Shadow had been watching the strange russian giant up to the point that it began to fire a rocket at an empty truck.

Shadow lept at the giant and landed a right hook on the giant's muscular jaw. The jaw broke and opera music began to play due to the sheer awesomeness Shadow had just unleashed.

Shadow had forgotten his power of awesome and assumed that the music was a ploy being used by the russian to scare him. It wasn't going to work.

Shadow lunged at the giant and dealt a series of body blows that caused several of the giant's organs to implode. The giant swung wildly at an attempt to crush Shadow, but Shadow dodged and grabbed the giant's arm only to turn it into licorice, red licorice.

The presence of the red licorice only infuriated Shadow more as he hated Russians or as he knew them "Reds". With the fury of a thousand wild bulls on fire, Shadow launched himself at the giant, piercing the giant's torso with his body and exploding out of the other side in an act of manliness so great it caused every man within a 500 mile radius to grow a massive beard and punch the closest object to them and caused every woman within a 500 mile radius to experience pleasures unknown to them.

The giant stumbled and fell to the ground, exploding into 1,000 tiny bunnies as soon as its body impacted with the ground.

Shadow flew into the sky and donned a pair of sunglasses, and gave Jesus a high five.

Outstanding!!

Brilliant! Only problem is there was a missile still flying towards us. I assume it got transformed into an unassumingly shaped fruit?

ghosty wrote:Brilliant! Only problem is there was a missile still flying towards us. I assume it got transformed into an unassumingly shaped fruit?

In a brilliant flash,the missile streaking towards the Hummer was transformed into millions of bite sized chocolate dough nuts,Tombstone and his friends paused to enjoy a delightful little snack before pushing on towards the buildings in the distance.

Sorted.

- I was sooooo wondering when Halon was gonna start doing those again.

On a more serious note, lemme just clarify Shadow's combat skills once and for all.

Btw, the music on this is not actually part of the clips. Also, sorry for the low quality. Best I could find on youtube. Although, rather incidently, this is kinda how I imagined Shadow looking by the end of the first RP before I'd seen this film








The Transporter series of movies are great btw.

@TNG - We're not ganging up on you here or anything dude, but some players have voiced their concern at you joining. As GM, I am ruling the following:

If you want to be a part of this roleplay you must -
1) Listen to the GMs instructions or lack of; you didn't actually wait for me to accept your character before posting.
2) Please, either improve your Literacy or use Microsoft Word spellcheck before posting IC. It's much easier on the eyes.
3) What exactly is your character doing?
4) Make sure to read the entire thread to catch up. Yes, this will be tedious, but I always have this policy for 'late joiners'.

How could I have forgotten about the missile! I'm so sorry guys, I promise I won't slip up like that next time.

You let us down Halonachos, you let us down...

Your previous posts never had that kind of slip up before.

/shame

Me iz back!

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The three of them sat at a the sherrif's desk, drinking some old vintage wine found in a bar down the road.They started to play cards. In these days you didn't had many options to spend one's free time. Survival took iver most of their time. But Robbie, Fox and Red didn't had any better to do then play cards. They had set up the basics for a starting comune. They sent a message on the radio, and now they just had to wait for the survivors to roll in.

Fox looked up, away from her cards, out the window.

"It's gotten dark since last time we checked outside." Fox said. "We should go on one last patrol, and then lock up the place. Red, did you burn the gun shop?"

"Yeah I did, Fox. I'll stay here, I'll wait for any survivors wanting to join our cosy comune. As the mayor of this town, I can, you know."

Red took a swig of wine, and the put his legs on a free chair.

"Ugh, this wine bores me. Isn't there anèy good booze to get here?" Red Rat asked to nobody in particular.

Robbie got up, and left for the doors, saying nothing, taking his task seriously.

"See ya later Red. Beware for creeping walkers, Red." Fox warned.

The two went outside, and stood gazing outside.

"No sorrow?" asked Robbie.

"For what?"

Robbie pointed at the gun shop.

"Oh...I hope they turn into zeds, so I can kill them again. Basterds..." Fox looked at the sky above. She noticed Robbie wanted to ask.
"No, I won't tell you why, Robbie. Lets just finish our patrol around the station, and get back inside. There may be some zeds around."

Fox went one way, Robbie the opposite.

After a while, Robbie reached the outskirts of Pine Ville. He wanted to head out for another place.

He had reasons to stay.

He pushed that thought out. He sweeped his part of the town. Robbie was just about to return and report the all quite. But then he saw gunfire near that gas station he passed two days ago. He could hear the sound of large calliber rounds. What would they be firing at, he wondered. Zeds? Russians? He hoped they got the message, and were coming to Pine Ville. He just wanted them to kill whatever was coming at them. However you looked at it, Robbie and the rest lay in the path of the attackers. Russians or Zeds, he hoped they got shred to pieces by the gunfire.

Good to have you back, Scrazza! But.. how can he see that far into the distance? The petrol station is pretty far away.

I don't think anybody realized HOW FURIOUS HE WAS.

With the fury of a thousand wild bulls on fire

My god.

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Patrick got up, his eyes popping open.

"feth my life..." Patrick groaned

Patrick has an extremely high tolerance for pain, and for this reason, he often says he cant feel it, which isn't far from the truth. He has, however, always had an ache in his lower back.

He was hit by a car in his times of service. Its never been a problem in his life, but he is always hated how that in the first few minutes of him waking from sleeping, it aches like a bitch.

He got off the bed, and stepped into his boots.

He walked over and retrieved the rod from the wall, and slid it into the sheath he has for them inside his jacket arms.

Patrick walked out into the hallway, and down the stairs, into what looked like a cafeteria.

He spotted Halon on a couch, asleep, with a donut on his chest.

He lifted Halon by his jacket onto his feet, still sleeping.

"Halon!" Patrick yelled into his face

Halon woke with a start, attempting to knee who he thought was an attacker in the stomach, which was stopped by Pain's hand, which crumbled in response, but blocked the blow.

"That hurt" Patrick joked, unfortunately, he lost the ability to smile a long, long time ago, so it came out the same way everything he said did. A deep monotone, with nothing but blunt force.

"I wish I could tell" Halon yawned

"I require a purpose, sir" Patrick started, pouring himself some water.

Halon laughed as he picked the donut off the floor, taking a bite.

"You think that is humorous?" Patrick questioned

"Not really" Halon responded plainly

"Do you ever go out for supplies of any kinds?" Pain questioned

"Occasionally we do send out some heavily armed soldiers, including myself, to gather supplies that we are short on" Halon said

"I will do this, with just you" Patrick said

"Why me?" Halon said

"You know how to fire a gun, and you're not dumb. You decided to actually speak to me before shooting me first, unlike all the others.

"So many people have died because they'd rather think of me as a monster, including that ignoramus Glen Beck." Patrick said

"But you, I respect you. You know Pain. I heard the man who you spoke to. He does not know Pain, and if he continues to speak to such a way in my presence, Pain will be forced upon him." Pain spoke plainly

Halon only smiled

halonachos wrote:Shadow had been watching the strange russian giant up to the point that it began to fire a rocket at an empty truck.

Shadow lept at the giant and landed a right hook on the giant's muscular jaw. The jaw broke and opera music began to play due to the sheer awesomeness Shadow had just unleashed.

Shadow had forgotten his power of awesome and assumed that the music was a ploy being used by the russian to scare him. It wasn't going to work.

Shadow lunged at the giant and dealt a series of body blows that caused several of the giant's organs to implode. The giant swung wildly at an attempt to crush Shadow, but Shadow dodged and grabbed the giant's arm only to turn it into licorice, red licorice.

The presence of the red licorice only infuriated Shadow more as he hated Russians or as he knew them "Reds". With the fury of a thousand wild bulls on fire, Shadow launched himself at the giant, piercing the giant's torso with his body and exploding out of the other side in an act of manliness so great it caused every man within a 500 mile radius to grow a massive beard and punch the closest object to them and caused every woman within a 500 mile radius to experience pleasures unknown to them.

The giant stumbled and fell to the ground, exploding into 1,000 tiny bunnies as soon as its body impacted with the ground.

Shadow flew into the sky and donned a pair of sunglasses, and gave Jesus a high five.

Tombstone revved the engine on the big bike,climbing up to a respectful 60mph,the others kept pace,the Hummer roaring as it closed the distance between itself and the bikes.

Behind him Keira was saying something,he could barely make out her words over the roar of the powerful engine.

The only word he made out clearly was "Daisy".

Tombstone glanced over his shoulder,looking at Keira as best he could and shook his head slowly,hoping to convey the message in that simple gesture.

As their group moved close to the distant buildings Tombstone could make out the faint shadows moving far up ahead.

" More walkers." he thought for an instant " No...I bet it's our welcoming committee."

As the distance closed,the biker began to make some sense out of the shadowy figures ahead,APC's at least three of them,maybe more...plus a few other assorted vehicles.

Tombstone signaled for his group to stop and the small convoy screeched to a halt.

Tombstone lept from his bike,almost spilling Keira onto the road,he caught her and booted the kick stand in place before rushing back to the Hummer.

Saunders was staring straight ahead,a look of absolute hate on his face.

" I'm guessing those are the Russians you were talking about" Tombstone asked Saunders in a casual tone.

Saunders nodded.

" Ok." The Biker continued " Any idea how close our dead heads are?"

Saunders face furrowed for a moment then relaxed " About ten miles or so behind us..they're following our scent...and they're hungry."

Tombstone nodded.

" Your completely bat gak insane Stone." Tasha said " You've placed us right between a horde of fething walkers and a Russian patrol....what the hell are you thinking."

" Not thinking darlin" The biker said "Doing" he smiled a small smile " Trust me..."

" Do I have a choice." Tasha said with a smirk.

" No." Tombstone said,his grin spreading " Not really."

Tombstone walked back over to his motorcycle,he quickly eyed the Tec-9 Keira had strapped to her side.

" Gimme that" He said,pointing at the weapon.

Keira eyed him uncertainly,but did as he asked.

Tombstone shoved the weapon into one of his storage bags and withdrew an HK MP5SD.

"Here" he said handing it to Keira " Much better than that piece of gak you were carrying."

He leaned on his bike and lit a cigarette,closing his eyes reflectively.

" Tombstone" Keira said " What...happened to Daisy."

The biker lowered his head,blowing out smoke,he paused a moment and looked up at Keira,a tear running down his cheek.

Keira said nothing,she understood by seeing a tear in the eye of a man she thought was incapable of tears.

She reached out and wiped the tear away.

" Now what?" she asked

" Now we wait" answered Tombstone.

Helena emerged into the daylight. The radio traffic had become more frequent as the civilians had changed direction and headed right for them. She glanced towards the perimeter fence and the scout car guarding the gate. The two APC's which had carried the squads guarding the building and airstrip fired up their engines and raced towards the gate to reinforce it.

Helena just had time to glimpse the bikes and car come to a stop outside the gates and a large biker get to his feet before she ran into the APC with the IO and other soldiers. She made sure that her armoured vest and helmet were secure before tying the safety strap around her waist. The door shut and the engine came to life, jolting the passengers as the vehicle spun round and raced over to join the others...

The moments passed,and soon the hellish moaning of the distant horde of walkers could be heard,rising into the night like a chorus from hell.

Tasha snapped a quick look behind her,she could just make out the forms of the undead,hundreds of them moving towards their small group.

"This is fething crazy" she whispered to her self " what the hell is Tombstone trying to do...get us all killed?"

Cutter looked over at Tombstone " You sure this is a good idea boss?" he asked nervously from his position on the .50 cal.

Tombstone stared back at the others and smiled.

" They're going to try to take us" Saunders said,indicating the movements of the Russian patrol positioned ahead.

"Yup" Tombstone said,his grin spreading " they'll try...what's more..they'll succeed."

" What the feth!!!" Tasha said in disbelief " Your fething plan is to get captured?"

" My fething plan is to get us out alive" Tombstone said "...and as far as being captured."....The biker laughed unzipping his leather jacket to reveal two cylindrical tubes harnessed to his sides. " Well...we'll just have to see who captures who."

" What the feth are those things?" Keira asked taking a step back from the biker.

Tombstone laughed " Basically...anti personal explosives...C4 and ball bearings..wired to this." The biker held up a "dead mans detonator" and grinned.." When I arm it...if my thumb comes off the switch...Ka-Boom!!...everything in a twenty yard radius gets vaporized."

" Your fething insane" Tasha said.

" Maybe" the biker replied " I'd intended to use this when I found..him...but...plans change." the biker laughed

" So your going to blow us all up?" Keira asked,her face going pale.

" Oh...not unless I have to" Tombstone said " But our Russian friends wont know that"

" So why draw the walker here?" Cutter said.

" One to get them away from our people at the commune" Tombstone said " And two...to give the Ruskies more to deal with than just us."

" I still think your crazy Stone" Tasha said

" I might be" Tombstone laughed " won't it be fun to see if your right."

The zombie horde was closing the distance,they were now only a few hundred yards away.

" Well" Tombstone said " Time to go meet Ivan." he walked over to his Motorcycle and threw his leg over it,Keira nervously joining him.

" Let's ride Kiddos" the biker said with an evil grin.

As the Bikes revved into life, Keira shifted into a more comfortable position, and leaned over to Tombstone's ear.

"Sorry 'stone, but I ain't planning on dying today."

The slight prod of metallic tubing nudged his back, and Tomb froze.

"F*ck me, you've changed." he said, his eyes fixed ahead, but with a faint grin on his lips.

"Guess I have. All i'm saying is I don't want to be...vaporised. So if your going to do what you feel you must, gimme a signal so I can get out of the vicinity. Just 'cos you have a death wish, it doesn't mean I do."

The gun was retracted from Tombstone's back, and Keira settled back again.

(OOC)

Just got ninja'd by Fitzz....

Don't have time to re-write my entry before work. But I will have something up later today.

na ill take yuri somewhwere else and if you expect me to buy microsoft for your conveinience (sorry if spelt wrong(sarcasm)) well i don't care this is my first major RP so BYE.

Tombstone smiled,turning slightly to face Keira as best he could from her position sitting on the bike behind him.

He thought back to their first meeting a year ago,all the things they had gone through together,he grinned,she had certainly come a long way from the Pearson she had been...but the..he supposed they all had.

" Don't worry Keira." Tombstone said softly " It's not my plan to die...not here...not yet."

He paused for a moment.

" But if it makes you feel better" The biker continued " If it comes down to where I have to flip the switch...I'll give you plenty of warning."

Keira offered him a small smile " And just how will you do that?" she asked

Tombstone shrugged..then burst out laughing " I'll sing America the Beautiful." he grinned.

OOC --- @dark: Meh...



BIC
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Robbie finished his patrol, and retured to the station. It was was almost pitch black outside. Night had settled in. He saw Fox waiting for him in the doorstep.

"anybody?" She asked.

"yeah, saw a convoy or hummers and bikers. survivors probably. But they went the other way. they had a f*uck load of walkers behind them. "

"The it's better that way." Fox replied.

The two of them went in and locked the door, then baricaed it. They went on to the desk area, and found Red Rat had drunk all the wine. And Red was still not drunk. Robbie was jalous of him for that.

The APC coasted to a halt as the rear hatch opened. The IO ordered the gunners to take their places at the guns. Dull thuds could be heard from the other APC's as their top hatches opened and soldiers manned the machine guns, covering the bike that was approaching the gate.

“Придено с мной” “Come with me” the IO said to Helena. “Мне нужно Alexi запахнуть если любое из их заражены” “I need Alexi to smell if any of them are infected”

“Да господин” “Yes sir” she said, leading Alexi out past the soldiers, once more checking her helmet was on securely and her pistol was within easy reach as she stepped out onto the overgrown access road.

They walked the short distance to the gate and waited as the biker stopped his bike a few yards away – a large bear of a man, almost entirely hiding the woman riding along with him. Both were armed, as could be expected of anyone who had survived this long in the time of the dead. The engine idled, its throaty noise joining the low rumble of the APC’s and scout car.

The IO shouted to ensure he would be heard. “Greetings Americans – please, there is no need for hostility – we are all friends here and fighting each other would only serve to help our friends currently following behind you”

The biker glanced behind him at the shambling horde which was growing ever closer. “Seems that way to me, but it all depends on what you are plan to do – we’re not going to be anyone’s prisoners. Not now, not ever.” He cast a steely look over at Helena and the IO, letting his glance flicker to the dog standing to attention at her side before returning his eyes to the IO.

The IO nodded. “We have no intention of taking you prisoner – we Russians have been fortunate – many of our people escaped the infestation. Not the first time the Motherland’s famously harsh weather has helped her children. We are now trying to aid our brothers and sisters who have survived in the rest of the world while our winter holds the undead at bay.”

“Aid us by stealing our land, technology and people?” the biker retorted.

Alexi was growing agitated and Helena tried to steady him. He'd faced swarms this size before without becoming disturbed. She frowned as she shushed him, wondering what it was that was making him skittish.

The IO glanced at Helena before smiling, “We have no interest in your land other than ridding it of infestation. Knowledge and technology must be preserved, not left to rot and be forgotten. As for people… How many of you Americans are left now? A few hundred? A few thousand? You have no hope surviving as a nation, as a people, if you do not unite. We are simply helping you with this process.”

The IO makes a point of looking towards the zombies making their way towards the two groups. “You can either come with us back to the nearest safe zone, or take your chances on your own… your choice.”

The glass ninja wrote:na ill take yuri somewhwere else and if you expect me to buy microsoft for your conveinience (sorry if spelt wrong(sarcasm)) well i don't care this is my first major RP so BYE.

What an idiot.

I mean, Dakka has a built in spell checker...

Karon wrote:

The glass ninja wrote:na ill take yuri somewhwere else and if you expect me to buy microsoft for your conveinience (sorry if spelt wrong(sarcasm)) well i don't care this is my first major RP so BYE.

What an idiot.

I mean, Dakka has a built in spell checker...

It does?

If so, I've never seen it. Not that I need it..

Darkvoidof40k wrote:If so, I've never seen it. Not that I need it..

Firefox has a built in spell checker. I've not see one on Dakka though... Not sure what is in the "options" button at the bottom of the reply box as mine does not seem to work - may be one in there

>.<, sorry, that is Firefox.

The principle is the same I suppose.