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Im not ganging up, mines all in mirth

I kinda like Patrick, wanna ruffle his hair

my post dissapeered

oh, no it didnt

We seem to be having a problem with the first post of each new page vanishing until someone posts something else - it is slightly annoying but there you go

true facts. Hey silver, whens that random event coming?

not to nag...

It's been at most 30 minutes since your character was bitten, so quite a while unless the pace of the RP picks up significantly

baah humbug, its jsut i got ver. little to do :(

Vacation from rp it is then

Play as the woman for a while

OOC: Just an FYI, if y'all try to kill me, I'm going Jihad style. 100 Concussion Grenades wouldn't be very nice

On the subject of ammo, I won't be running out of it, just like how our firearms never seem to.

OOC: Surely, not making mountains outta molehills, but surely that makes you untouchable? Which....ruins the point of the aspect of survival? I mean one zombie bite and you blow everyone up. One more tying up of you...and you start a nuclear holocaust. One more talking out of turn, and the universe implodes. I'm not having a dig at you, cos I like you, but i think that's a bit.....much.

And thanks for that pointer: People! we have ammo! Run out dammit!

IC: Keira watched Tom stagger out into the backroom. She sighed faintly, and wiped a tear away. Wandering over to their bag of supplies, she pulled out a bottle of vodka, and a packet of chocolates, and sat down on the floor.

Bonzo wandered over and sat next to her. He may be slightly unhinged, but he new when someone needed comforting. She wordlessly handed him the bottle of vodka, and he took a swig. Voices were in the distance, but were increasing in tempo every second. Someone was walking towards them. F*ck them. They can come for all she cared, as long as they didnt touch Tom. as this thought formulated, Keira pulled her now bent metal pipe closer to her. She really needed another weapon. So did Tom, but if zombies attacked now, he'd hardly be able to defend himself. Her hand reached down and patted her pocket. The small pistol was still there. Only six shots, but that's four zombies, maybe five, and then the last for Tom. Keira however, knew she had never even fired a gun on a game before, so she was pretty sure she'd miss. ..

Voices came closer. People were definitely heading this way.

OOC: Hai, if anyone wants to wander this way theyre welcome to, but if you don't want to, ill understand and get some other survivors to stagger in.

ghosty wrote:OOC: Surely, not making mountains outta molehills, but surely that makes you untouchable? Which....ruins the point of the aspect of survival? I mean one zombie bite and you blow everyone up. One more tying up of you...and you start a nuclear holocaust. One more talking out of turn, and the universe implodes. I'm not having a dig at you, cos I like you, but i think that's a bit.....much.

And thanks for that pointer: People! we have ammo! Run out dammit!

IC: Keira watched Tom stagger out into the backroom. She sighed faintly, and wiped a tear away. Wandering over to their bag of supplies, she pulled out a bottle of vodka, and a packet of chocolates, and sat down on the floor.

Bonzo wandered over and sat next to her. He may be slightly unhinged, but he new when someone needed comforting. She wordlessly handed him the bottle of vodka, and he took a swig. Voices were in the distance, but were increasing in tempo every second. Someone was walking towards them. F*ck them. They can come for all she cared, as long as they didnt touch Tom. as this thought formulated, Keira pulled her now bent metal pipe closer to her. She really needed another weapon. So did Tom, but if zombies attacked now, he'd hardly be able to defend himself. Her hand reached down and patted her pocket. The small pistol was still there. Only six shots, but that's four zombies, maybe five, and then the last for Tom. Keira however, knew she had never even fired a gun on a game before, so she was pretty sure she'd miss. ..

Voices came closer. People were definitely heading this way.

OOC: Hai, if anyone wants to wander this way theyre welcome to, but if you don't want to, ill understand and get some other survivors to stagger in.

Oh no, I was just saying, Patrick is insane, and if he gets too suspicious for his own comfort, and you make it painfully obvious you want him dead no matter the consequences......

I dont! well.

He's bloody annoying

But i like him

OOC: @ Karon.

On the subject of "not running out of ammo"

I understand that it would seem that other characters seem to have an unlimited supply of ammo,however..if you take my character for example,he is currently armed with 2 Baretta 9mm pistols ( with a total of 6 magazines=96 rounds) + an MP5 (with 3 magazines=90 rounds) + he is carrying 200 rounds of 9mm ammo in his bag (this wieghs roughly 6lbs-8lbs),add to that there is a gunstore nearby and 9mm ammo is pretty easy to find.

However,in Patricks case he is packing a grenade launcher,IIRC a single grenade wieghs in the nieghborhood of 1 and a half pounds,and is roughly the size of a soda can ( a bit smaller),what I'm getting at is that even with 50 rounds,his robe would be dragging the floor & cumbersome as hell,and with him carrying 75 lbs of grenades,he would be quite slow on the go..if you get my meening,also,he would not have anyplace to simply snatch up more grenades,as your average gun shop doesn't deal in military anti-personal weapons.

I honestly am not attempting to rain on your parade,I'm enjoying Patricks antics...and look forward to shooting him later (JK) ,however it is my humble opinion that he should have a limited supply of grenades (say 25) and once there gone..there gone.
I also agree with Ghosty in that making your character "untouchable" sort of ruins the point of the game...after all...we can all end up zombie chow.

Oh, no, I understand, Fitzz, I have most of Patricks story already worked out in my head.

Though, some may have forgotten, I DO have a small backpack under my robe with some things I mentioned earlier in one of my posts, though most of the food and such was lost in the crash.

On the subject of the making my character untouchable, all I meant was that if you make it painfully obvious that you want me dead, patrick might shoot you first, or decide to take you with him Jihad style.

Untouchable isn't the word for it...... a piece of cardboard with a dozen propane tanks inside might be a bit better.

Tombstone walked over to where Jennifer and Ashton stood reloading there weapons,Ashton having a difficult time of it with his arm taped to his gun.

He pulled the spent magazines from his own pistols and thoughtfully reloaded his own weapons,looking up at Jennifer he spoke...

" This Alamo gak is going to get us all killed" the biker said grimly, " We definatley need to get the feth out of here and into somewhere ....safer."

Jennifer and Ashton both nodded,the woman speaking

"Any ideas just where the feth safer is" she raised an eyebrow at Tombstone.

"Feth if I know for sure Princess" Tombstone replied " But I fething well know it aint fething here".

Ashton spoke,interupting the two " The man...Shadow..he said something about having a place loaded with ammo and supplies...maybe we could try for that."

" Maybe." Tombstone said " But,who knows if his fortress has been over run" the biker grined, " I'll talk with him about it...but we should also be ready if we have to keep on hauling ass if we get there and find zombies partying on the lawn".

Jennifer nodded again " Perhaps it would be a better idea to just try to get out of the city" she said " Go to where my Father is" she looked at Tombstone distrustfuly.

" Princess" Tombstone said " No one wants to get you back to dear old daddy more than I do" he smiled coldly at the woman.

" Stop calling me princess" Jennifer said irritated.

" Ok cupcake" Tombstone replied mocking her,he swiftly steped back as she tried to hit him.." Calm down there Sweetheart" Tombstone laughed " You don't want to start hitting me...I like it rough"

The woman glared at him as he turned his atention to Ashton.." Ok King Tut" Tombstone said indicating his wrapped up arm " Did ya'll get enough supplies on your excursion into this wonderful den of consumer bliss?"

" Pardon?" Ashton said a bit confused.

" Did ya'll find the gak we need?" Tombstone said shaking his head.

" Oh ...yes,well some of it..we heard all the shooting and thought we should come help" Ashton replied.

Tombstone nodded " And thank godness you showed up when you did" the biker laughed " We needed a mummified gunmen to go along with our batgak fething crazy demolitions expert".

Ashton was quiet,Jennifer continued to glare at the biker " Why are you such an ass" she said.

" Abandonment issues Sweetie pie" Tombstone grined " My parents left me in a garbage can as a child"...this was not far from the truth.

Jennifer shook her head "Bastard" she said softly through clenched teeth.

" Now" Tombstone said " I suggest we take a stroll back to the gun shop and get a bit more ammo...don't want to run out when we're on the road"

The biker turned and begin to walk toward the main mall area,his heavy enginer boots echoing as he moved.

" Tombstone" Jennifer called after him " we saw some people back that way...a woman,a man who looked hurt..and a ..a bum dressed as a clown."

" Clown?" Tombstone asked quietly,he had seen a clown,or at least thought he had earlier today....he wondered if it was the same guy.

Jennifer nodded " At least he looks like a clown." she said with a shrug.

" How's the man been hurt?" Tombstone asked

" We didn't conduct a fething survey back there." She said,smilling a bit herself.

Tombstone shrugged " Fair enough ...Princess."
He turned and started walking, a roll of duct tape flew past his head missing him by a mere inch...he smiled and kept walking towards the gun store...

Karon wrote:Oh, no, I understand, Fitzz, I have most of Patricks story already worked out in my head.

Though, some may have forgotten, I DO have a small backpack under my robe with some things I mentioned earlier in one of my posts, though most of the food and such was lost in the crash.

On the subject of the making my character untouchable, all I meant was that if you make it painfully obvious that you want me dead, patrick might shoot you first, or decide to take you with him Jihad style.

Untouchable isn't the word for it...... a piece of cardboard with a dozen propane tanks inside might be a bit better.

Fair enough man.

Tombstone turned a corner and entered the mall proper,there seated a few dozen yards away,just as Jennifer had said was the clown,the woman and the injured man..who appeared to be passed out.

Tombstone drew his pistols,but kept them at his side,no need to start a ruckus if one wasn't needed he thought.

The clown had noticed the biker unholstering his weapons and deftly spun one of his chainsaws around.

" Hope your not up to no good with them pistols there" The Clown said with menace in his eyes.

" Not unless I have to be Bozo" Tombstone replied,glaring at the clown with promised menace of his own.

" The names BONZO!" The clown said with a unnerving laugh.

" Bozo...Bonzo..Ronald McDonald..a clowns a clown" the biker said dismissing the clown.

Tombstone nodded towards the wounded man " how'd your friend here get hurt?" He asked the woman.

" He was.." the woman started.

" I bit him!" Bonzo interupted "..He looked delicious."

" So he should have rabies about now huh." Tombstone said grinning at the clown.

The clown didn't seem to like that at all,he started to get to his feet and Tombstone started to leval his weapons.

" No!" the woman shouted,fearing the bikers guns would actually be a match for Bonzos saws.

Bonzo stoped,after considering it so did Tombstone.

" Listen Big top" Tombstone said " Your friend there is your fething problem...not mine...I've got gak I need from that gun store...so unless you want to get in my way...have a nice day and feth you very much."

Tombstone Strolled into the gun shop,wher apparently a masacre had taken place.

He grabbed a pair of back packs and filled one with boxes ammunition and the seconed with a bunch of MREs he found in the hunting section of the shop.

As he was about to exit he noticed a beauty of a shotgun,he quickly yanked it from the rack and added several boxes of both .12 guage 00 buckshot and slug to the pack of ammo. he then loaded 2 bandoliers with shells and straped them on, as well as loading the shotgun itself.

"well" he thought " I guess that's about it."

He exited the gun shop and walked back towards the Clown and his friends.


OOC: At this point Tombstone has no intentions of harming Bonzo,Tom or the woman...but will react with deadly (12 guage) force at the first sign of any "clowning around".

OOC- Fair enough,

As tombstone left, Bonzo cooed after him "GooDBYe SweETY PiE!"

Halon remembered the threat from patrick, he was shocked at first, but realised that insinuating that a crazy guy had the hots for a biker was going to get him in trouble somehow.

The threat was enough though, Halon was ticked beyond all measure. His mind raced with the knowledge of all sorts of tortures and executions. Looking around the bakery, Halon had found a large bread knife and pocketed it. He was too busy to decide, but he thought flaying was a good possibility.

"So, we're going where exactly? Oh and how the fetch are we going to get there?" Halon asked while munching on a scone.

"Not like home, but good enough." Halon thought to himself.

He checked his small automatic and noticed that he was running low on clips. There were more in the SUV, but that seemed unlikely reachable. He would have to rely on his service pistol soon, and he had managed to grab more than several clips from that and it would be relatively easy to find ammo for it. He wasn't sure what the automatic took, but he would try to find something to fit.

OOC: The people who are really insane keep it out of public view. Oh and Halon doesn't let go of grudges that easily.

OOC - I'm going to be keeping it pretty open to the public, after all I'm dressed in blood stained trousers, vest and clown makeup...

halonachos wrote:Halon remembered the threat from patrick, he was shocked at first, but realised that insinuating that a crazy guy had the hots for a biker was going to get him in trouble somehow.

The threat was enough though, Halon was ticked beyond all measure. His mind raced with the knowledge of all sorts of tortures and executions. Looking around the bakery, Halon had found a large bread knife and pocketed it. He was too busy to decide, but he thought flaying was a good possibility.

"So, we're going where exactly? Oh and how the fetch are we going to get there?" Halon asked while munching on a scone.

"Not like home, but good enough." Halon thought to himself.

He checked his small automatic and noticed that he was running low on clips. There were more in the SUV, but that seemed unlikely reachable. He would have to rely on his service pistol soon, and he had managed to grab more than several clips from that and it would be relatively easy to find ammo for it. He wasn't sure what the automatic took, but he would try to find something to fit.

OOC: The people who are really insane keep it out of public view. Oh and Halon doesn't let go of grudges that easily.

Nor does Deidara.

OOC: Was that including the one Shadow gave you, Halonachos? Never forget a gun in a zombie apocalypse.. if there's one thing life teaches you, it's that.

IC:

"Well," Shadow began as he sat down next to Halon and munched on a chocolate bar, "I was thinking. On the way in here, I saw a large pickup parked out there; front and backseats, and then there was the rear compartment. Could load up with more food or survivors, or somethin'. I think we should go get those other people from down there.. the crazy fethin' clown.. meh.. but the others - as long as they can fire a gun, I'm good. But didn't they say something was wrong with one of 'em?"

OOC: gak! Karon, what the hel happened to your cat?!

We've always got Shadow's cat :-)

-bump- so when do we have to start dealing with infected and/or turned animals? Like in MW2? Oh wait that's bad.

I'm just waiting for someone else to respond.. preferably everyone...

ATM I'm sticking to just regular slow zombie humans.

However, I may phase in other types later on.

OOC: My cat is sleeping in my backpack, its one of the laziest (BEST) cats ever.

Trust me, dude, cats do NOT sleep through grenade explosions, helicopter explosions, zombie explosions, gunfights, zombie apocalypses, and angry Shadow's.

Jennifer watched everyone; most were milling about, reloading guns or eating something. She used the downtime to head back to the gun-shop; they wouldn't be back here so she would need to fill up now. Steping over the bodies littering the floor she looked over the shelves trying to find anything she could fit to her gun quickly. She grabbed the last 500 box of ammo off the shelf and pulled the Two 50 round magazines out of her pockets she sat down quickly feeding bullets into the drums. Ashton looked around and tore a large pair of hunting knives out of their packaging, attaching one to his belt and handing one to Jennifer.

He headed back over to the shelves and knocked the empty boxes aside revelling anther M4 ammo box and a box of P90 ammo. Picking some more magazines off the shelves he dumped them all on the counter and the started loading them. It took them about five minutes to load the two drums, three 30 round magazines and three of the p90 magazines.

Standing up Jennifer looked over to all the accessories, and saw a laser/flashlight combo that didn't require tools to fit, she grabbed it off the shelve and attached it to her gun pulling out the isolator strip and testing them against the wall. On one of the dead bodies was a gun sling, she rolled it over and "liberated" it from the body, fitting it to her own rifle and adjusting it to her size.

"lets, go" she said, turning and heading back to the group

They nipped into the bakers and grabbed some food, quickly realising just how hungry they really were. She made sure the bakery was empty before looked over the group again, seeing Halon talking to shadow she waited, making sure Patrick was nowhere to be seen, before catching Halon's eye and signalling motioning that he was to come over. he finished his conversation with shadow before jogging over and they disappeared inside the bakery, Ashton standing guard at the door to make sure nobody heard their conversation. They emerged a couple of minutes later and Halon made his way back over to the seats.

" Sweety Pie!" Tombstone thought to himself,did that fething goof ball in clown make up just really call him sweety pie?

For a brief second he considered whirling around and giving "Bozo" a face full of buckshot " That'd feth up you make up real good" Tombstone thought,smilling to himself.

" Feth him" the biker decided,thinking to himself " What are the fething odds...a lunitic who makes "art" with a grenade launcher...and a chainsaw juggleing clown?"
Tombstone glanced at the malls ceilling " Hey god!" he grined " We're full up on crazy down here...do me a favor and don't send us anyone who thinks their Napoleon or something like that...unless he has a helicopter that is."

Tombstone stopped walking and pulled a flask of whiskey from inside his jacket,he took a big belt of the liquid,sighed and recapped the flask.

" That's all sorts of better" the biker thought.heading towards where the others had gathered.

He walked into the bakery,picked up a jelly doughnut and gobbled it down,he followed it with another belt of whiskey and a bit of the "refreshment" held in the vial in his jacket.

He leaned against the wall,lit a cigarette and drew heavy on the smoke,he noticed a " No Smoking" sign on the wall and placed a powerful kick into it smashing it to pieces..." Bigger gak to worry about then second hand smoke now" he laughed to himself.

He slowly walked over to Jennifer and Ashton.

" I see you've picked up some new toys" Jennifer said indicating the shotgun and bulging bags.

" Yes indeed" Tombstone replied " and we'll need every bit of it I'm thinking."he continued " Are you to set?"

They both asured him they had gotten everything they felt they would need...he looked at there bags and nodded.

" Then it's time to talk to that Shadow guy...the rest as well" Tombstone jerked his head towards the rest of the group " We need to get the feth out of this mall before it gets totally over run...so we better get to making some plans but quick.

Jennifer nodded,unsure if she should relay the details of the conversation she and Halon had in the bakery.
" Did you see the others" she said,gesturing back to where the clown and his friends had been.

Tombstone grined " Ya..I saw them...Bozo is lucky he's not using them chainsaws to dig buckshot out of his ass right now.

Jennifer smiled " He was a ...odd one wasn't he?" she went on " What about the other ones?"

Tombstone shrugged indiferently " If they head this way..I sippose we'll see what there thinking" the biker laughed suddenly " I'll tell you one thing" he said " That fething clown looks like he's carved up a whole slew of zombies with them saws...might be worth keeping around"

Jennifer looked a bit concerned " Don't we have enough crazy to deal with?" she said

Tombstone burst out laughing " I was just thinking the same thing Princess" he said.

" Stop calling me princess" she said.

" Fine Cup cake." Tombstone grined " Now,let's go talk to the others."....