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Darkvoidof40k wrote:-loads gatling(s)/sniper(s)/machine gun(s)/flamethrower(s)/grenade launcher(s)/readies grenade(s)/sharpens blade(s)/loads bazoooooka(s)/pistol(s)/blunderbuss(s)/WMD(s)/scrap launcher-

OOC: you've forgotten the trebuchet and trained attack hamsters.

OH MY GOD


THE LAG DIDN'T STRIKE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

It did for me...cursed lag!!!

Well, I saw your message, so perhaps the mods are getting somewhere with this problem, I know someone else mentioned it awhile ago.

Keira didn't even flinch as the policeman's head erupted apart not two feet from her. She didn't even blink. Inside her head she kept replaying the moment again and again, over and over, never ending. She sighed heavily, and touched the ring in her pocket. He said he was going to propose to her, he'd even given her the ring for safe keeping. Now he had gone... well it felt the right thing to do. Keira slipped it on, and stared at the golden band for several minutes.

she wept to herself silently.

Keira needs cheering up.. I know! I'll get Toms head and cut it off, and put it in an airtight glass case to preserve it for all time! Then again.. maybe that's not such a good idea after all.

Holy crap this is going to be one hell of a fight, we're in an armored police vehicle/tank/transformer thing and I've got two chainsaws?

Bring the undead on!

But in all seriousness, I'll RP tonight, just catching a free bit of Wi-Fi on the way home from France, see you later guys. ^^

Darkvoidof40k wrote:Keira needs cheering up.. I know! I'll get Toms head and cut it off, and put it in an airtight glass case to preserve it for all time!

Futurama style!

i've been banned from the laptop today and have just sneaked on while everybody's out for five mins, i'll post up tomorrow morning with some thing

a roof mounted machine gun would be good, or grenade launcher and make some firing ports if it doesn't allready have them also striping out EVERYTHING we don't need, theres only eight? of us so we don't need seating for sixteen, it's extra weight that could be put to loading up with more boxes of ammo.

everybody should also take time to check there character is fully kitted up, please don't leave the house before I can post as I have some minor character alterations I'd like to do

Noone is leaving if Shadow can help it. Mwahawrhawr.

-cue silver-


crap.

Daisy exited the bathroom,walking back over to Tombstone,who was seated on a couch,his head back and eyes closed.

" Did you fall asleep on me?" she asked

" Just resting my brain" Tombstone grinned.

Daisy nodded and took a seat next to him.

" So" the biker said " Why so much hate for our friends in law enforcement?"

" Long story short" Daisy said " My stepfather was a cop,mom married him when I was twelve,by the time I was fourteen ..he'd gotten very free with his hands..beatings...and touching me..you know."

Tombstone nodded.

" I tried to stop him" The woman said "even told his supervisors at his job...they either didn't believe me...or didn't want to bring down one of their own."

She sighed and continued " Whatever the reason...he kept right on doing what he wanted to me..no one even tried to help me...and...he knew no one would."

Tombstone leaned closer,taking her hand.

" It seemed to me..that those in power..in authority,thought they were above the law..I guess that's part of why I was at the protest at the base...trying to make ...feth I don't know..trying to make people admit they knew things they did were wrong."

Daisy shook her head " It all seems stupid now..carrying signs..all that gak,but at the time." she shrugged.

" Anyway" Daisy continued " My stepfather ended up getting shot and killed trying to serve a warrant on some drug dealer" she laughed " I was seventeen by then..and..things had gotten alot worse around the house,when I found out he was dead..I locked myself in my room and thanked god..."

Tombstone nodded, "I guess I understand" he said " I have alot of demons of my own...so.."

Daisy kissed him, " None of it really matters...not anymore I suppose." she said.

"No" the biker said " I guess it doesn't"

Only somewhere..it ALL still mattered.

" C'mon" Daisy said getting to her feet and grabbing Tombstones hand.

The biker flashed a crooked grin at her " Where we going?" he asked with a tilt of his head.

Daisy smiled " I think you know the answer to that."

a moment latter they had both slipped away into the side room....

OOC: Did you say that there were two guys that knocked at the door? If so I think we can still have our beer toting model.

IC:

Halon had finished dragging the body out of the house with the aid of Tombstone and was wandering somewhat aimlessly. He still had some slight ringing in his ears, but it was getting better.

Shadow was coming back into the house when Halon caught up to him.

"Hey, you don't happen to have a mosin-nagant in your armory do you?" Halon asked quietly.

"Nope, mostly new stuff and automatics along with military issue. Not too many old ones though." Shadow replied somewhat distracted by what he was going to do with his new toy. "Why do you ask?"

"Oh" Halon said while looking at the armoured vehicle out front "it's just that I had one and I kind of left it in the SUV that Patrick had so kindly blown up."

"That SUV," Shadow said with mild curiosity "where did you get it? It looked pretty high-end and had some nice features on it along with a bunch of automatics. I know military pay and I know you couldn't afford all of that."

"Oh yeah, I killed a midget and took it from him." Halon said passively.

Shadow eyed him suspiciously.

"No, no, it wasn't like that," Halon began quickly "see I was planning to mess up someones car just because it was the end of the world and I shot a window and the thing bounced off. The midget came out and threatened to kill me, but I got him first, took his keys and drove off. Probably some mob or gang guy though because I also found some coke in the back along with the automatics."

Shadow continued to stare at Halon in a near state of suspicion.

"Did you..." Shadow began

"NO, I didn't take any so I'm good and I won't be all fethed in the head and a danger to the others." Halon cut off Shadow.

"Okay then. That's good to know, we have a wreck of a woman, a crazy clown, some kids, and a cooky couple now. I would hate to be the only sane person left in this group." Shadow said slightly above a whisper.

Shadow continued to the bunker to get supplies and Halon shut and locked the door. He turned to head back upstairs and heard some moaning from a side room.

"That's not a zombie." Halon thought as he continued up the stairs.

OOC: I also finally went back and edited that one part on the story a couple of pages back so the rest of the story following page 25 no longer makes sense. Just kidding, I just did that one I said I would for character purposes.

Also, sorry about my lack of posting. Car breaking down, forth of July, two jobs, etc/

fourth*?

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Vikky ran from this rabbit monster into the forrest. The trees blocked out the sun, and the air made her shiver as if she had just ran into a freezer. There weren't any sounds coming from the forest, although it was hard to tell over the the rabbits loud taunting.

She tripped over, and heard the thunderous thumps of rabbit coming closer.

"COME OUT COME OUT WHEREVER YOU ARE!!! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHA"

"Shh" came a sound from near her

Ka-thump ka-thump ka-thump

"Are you still there?"

KA-THUMP KA-THUMP KA-THUMP

"THERE YOU ARE!!!"

BANG! BANG! BANG! KA-THUD

Each gunshot lit the darkened forest. The flashes hurt Vikky's eyes, but she was able to see that each shot entered different sections of the rabbits head.

"Are you ok?" asked a rather masculine voice.
"I think so.."
"Lets get out of this forest then."

She then heard a series of clanging noises, like metal being banged against each other.

"Exits this way"

After walking for an hour and a half, and Vikky unable to put her finger on the familiar metal sound that her mysterious saviour was making, they saw the light of the end of the forest. She ran out ahead and into the sun. The she span around, enjoying the suns warmth. Until a bright light distracted her and she fell over. Out of the forest, walked a shining light. It took a moment for her eyes to adjust so she could see what it was.

A Knight whose armour was so polished that it reflected the suns light brighter than the sun itself had shone upon it.

"Sorry about my armour, it takes a little while to get used to."

"MY EYES OHHH GOD MY EYES!!!!"

"Here" he throws her a pair of sunglasses

She puts them on, and still can't look at him directly

"So, where are we?" she asked him

"I guess you're not from around here then.. You're in Sylvania."

"Sylvania? It sounds familiar..."

Distant claps of thunder grab their attention, and they see dark clouds rapidly approching.

"Listen, you aren't safe here" the knight started "You have to get to safety!"

"But where can I go? I'm safer here with you!"

A closer boom of thunder clashed, quaking the ground underneath.

"You'll be fine, all you need to do, is wake up!"

"Wake, up?"

"Please... Wake up..."

Later***

Tombstone lay next to Daisy,her head resting on his shoulder.

The woman looked at the many tattoos and scars that covered the biker..."So." she said "What's your story?"

Tombstone laughed " My story?" he said " I don't think you'd enjoy hearing it."

The young woman raised up,looking Tombstone in his eyes " weather I enjoy it or not isn't the point...I might be falling in love with you..and I'd like to know more about you other than the facts your a great shot,a great lover and one of the scariest people that ever made me feel safe"

Tombstone nodded " I'll give ya the cliffs notes version" he smiled.

Daisy rolled her eyes,but smiled and nodded back.

" I was born in New Orleans," The biker began " I never knew my Father,my Mother was an alcoholic,Smack head..who made money for her habit on her back...but she did try to take care of me...I mean,she fed me..kept me alive...but I took care of myself..for the most part."

Daisy listened intently as Tombstone continued.

She overdosed when I was six or so..I didn't really have any other family...so the State sent me to the Shelton Youth Center...sort of an Orphanage, I learned alot there,how to read..which I actually enjoy quite alot,basic schooling...I also learned how to hustle...I'd steal candy..anything I could really,and sell it..." The biker paused reflecting " I also learned about power...and fear." he continued " By the time I was ten,I was pretty tall..muscled up..and I was a damn good fighter...so,the weaker kids came to me for protection...I watched out for them...but at a price."

Daisy nodded her understanding.

" I beat one kid so badly for picking on a smaller,weaker kid..he almost died" Tombstone continued " After that...I started to farm out my services...if some one wanted a bigger kid dealt with,they came to me." Tombstone laughed "..Of course..I took alot of beating too...the staff believed in lots of discipline...I got disciplined a hell of alot."

The biker paused again,lighting a cigarette.

" After a while I got sick of being there...so I left,I was around sixteen..and no one really cared to come looking for me." Tombstone shook his head " Guess I was no prize to hunt down.., Anyway, I started dealing,weed and coke,made some money..busted some skulls..by eighteen I was one of the most feared dealers on the streets."

Tombstone took a drag of his cigarette, " The cops never messed with me much,I always made sure I kept them paid off..and back then,money talked." Tombstone laughed again " It was the competition that got me...A guy named Billy Bones shot me as I walked out of a bar room on Bourbon street...almost killed me...he would have been lucky if he had...I went after him,killed him and three of his soldiers."

" You sure you want to hear the rest?" The biker asked Daisy,who nodded...The biker shrugged.

" After I killed Billy Bones and his boys,the heat was on,I left New Orleans and wandered for a bit...I eventually met some of the Satan's Servants." The biker pointed at the back of his leather jacket " They took an instant liking to me..killers know killers I guess,they took me in,had me prospect for the club...a year later I was an enforcer,a head breaker and trigger puller,took alot of people out for the Satan's."

Tombstone sighed " It came natural to me..I moved up the ranks,and in 5 years I was the Satan's top button man...I was the man who came to see you when you had really fethed up...and I was the last Pearson any of those people who fethed up ever saw."

Daisy stared silently at The biker.

" That's what brought me to this charming city, I iced a drug cutter who had gotten sticky fingers and run off with some Satan property..I killed the women he was with as well." Tombstone nodded " I had planed to vamoose..but I got orders to do another job...not that it matters now."

Tombstone stared at Daisy " and then the dead started walking and eating people...and here we are."

Daisy shook her head, " I won't lie to you..a week ago I would have run screaming after hearing what you've told me." She looked directly at the biker " But..in a crazy way..you seem perfectly suited for the world as it's become...and..even knowing what you've done..doesn't change what I feel for you."

Daisy smilled and wrapped herself around the biker.

" Chicks crazier than I am" Tombstone thought as he kissed her and pulled her close...

From the garage,the sounds of Shadow "remodeling" his new ride could be heard.

pssss. somebody could show the mentally stable *cough*jennifer*cough* the big ammo bunker as some people need to rearm and have nothing else to do exept sharpen their sword or custom the ride

and you wouldn't want another crazy japan obsesed person would you

FM Ninja 048 wrote:pssss. somebody could show the mentally stable *cough*jennifer*cough* the big ammo bunker as some people need to rearm and have nothing else to do exept sharpen their sword or custom the ride

and you wouldn't want another crazy japan obsesed person would you

No,one anime obsesed person was more than enough.. .

I'll write up an Rp and get you into the "Bunker" so you can rearm/reload.

Later Still****

Tombstone got up and dressed,leaving Daisy sleeping soundly.

The biker entered the main hallway and ran right into Jennifer.

" I see you have a ...friend". The woman smirked.

Tombstone nodded " I guess so."

" Lovely" Jennifer said " She'll probably get you both killed"

" Something I can help you with Princess?" Tombstone said irritated.

" You can help me by getting your ass in gear and getting me to my Father" Jennifer said.

Tombstone shook his head " Not just yet."

Jennifer looked like she was about to explode " I have no intentions of sitting around,waiting on you to get bored with your...friend,before you decide to get me to my Father...I'll go on my own."

Tombstone shook his head again " No..you won't" the biker said " Look..I keep my word,I'll get you to your Father..."

Jennifer,stared at the biker " Soon?"

Tombstone nodded " As soon as we can..and As soon as I get some more info."

Jennifer shook her head.

Tombstone braced for more ,but instead the woman simply said " I need to re-equip".

Tombstone raised an eyebrow.

" Re-equip,ammo...gear.." Jennifer said impatiently.

" I can Arrange that" Tombstone nodded.

The Biker walked into the garage,and after several minutes speaking with Shadow returned to Jennifer.

" C'mon Princess" The Biker said,heading to the Bunker entrance.

Shadow had made entering the Bunker look alot easier than Tombstone found it to be,but after several minutes,he and Jennifer were standing in the weapons area.

" Here you go Princess...get what you need." the biker said sitting back and watching the woman look over the various weapons.

Darkvoidof40k wrote:fourth*?

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Nevermind

Been busy, too busy, can't write english, tired, 5-6 hour of sleep, dealing with 3 kids from 8AM to 5PM then work or sailing class. Work at toy store, don't want kids anymore.

halonachos wrote:

Darkvoidof40k wrote:fourth*?

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Nevermind

Been busy, too busy, can't write english, tired, 5-6 hour of sleep, dealing with 3 kids from 8AM to 5PM then work or sailing class. Work at toy store, don't want kids anymore.

We feel for you.


If it makes it any easier, just write in American.

Shadow grinned wildy. He'd been working for what, three hours? He checked his watch. Son of a- he thought, had a whole seven hours really gone by?. He stepped back, and looked at his work. On the top, he'd affixed a Dillon Aero M134D Minigun on a custom-built pintle to the hatch that was already conveniently on top. The ammo was belt fed, but in the this case, the ammo was just lying on the top of the vehicle. On the inside, he'd found long, bench-like seats on each side in the back. He'd removed them, and placed two additional, rear-view seats, just behind the main cabin. On the side walls of the back, he'd put various gun racks in place, empty for the minute. That left about one by one metres squared of space for storage. It wasn't much. Shadow didn't care much, as it was about six o'clock, and he decided to get himself some food. He cooked some pizzas, and the smell of food naturally attracted some members of the "family". As they sat down, he placed the finished meals on the dining table, and sat down, taking a slice for himself.

Bonzo, after hours of.... juggling, caressing eggs and cleaning his chainsaws lavishly, smelt the smell of his job. The pizza of childhood parties, this was the smell that wafted into his nostrils every time he had held a show for a kid and it brought back strong memories. Exited, he ran into the kitchen and shouted as he burst in "HEY KIDS, IIIIIT'S BOONZO!" at which point he proceeded to soak Shadow with a bottle of seltzer he had produced from inside of a pocket.

"The hell are you doing?" Said Shadow, looking suitably damp and fethed off.

"So ArE YoU tHE BirTHdaY BoY ThEn?" replied Bonzo, cracking a huge grin, nabbing three slices of pizza and juggling them with gusto. "So WhAT DiD YoU GeT FoR YoUR BirThdaY?" he finished with, hurling the slices into the air and catching them in his mouth.

"TaDAA!" He screamed with a flourish, bending down on one knee and holding his arms out to either side, this was one of his best shows yet he thought!

"Motherfething clowns.... bloody showoffs" Said Shadow, turning back to his pizza and ignoring the grinning clown opposite.

"SomE PeoPLe JuST Don'T Get FUN!" Pouted Bonzo, looking rather less pleased and rather annoyed, he sat down at the table, cracked open a bottle of his whiskey and began to drink as some of the others filed into the room.

Fun? Shadow muttered. A grin slowly crossed his face. "Fun!"
He finished his pizza, then turned to the clown, and spoke deliberately slowly. "Can..you...tell...the...others..still with me? That...I've...taken...the...new...toy...for...a...spin..in...town?"
The clown nodded, and said something incoherrent. Shadow ignored him, and headed towards the bunker. He found the hatch already open.
"Son of a bitch.." he muttered, opening a nearby cabinet and pulling out a Desert Eagle. He jumped down the hatch, and picking himself up, he saw Tombstone and Jennifer, who spun around, startled, and looked at him.
He gave Tombstone an angry look.

**RANDOM EVENT**

Shadow shook his head at Tombstone. It wasn't worth it.

"I'm taking our new toy out for a spin - feel free to join me if you want to come."

Tombstone made as if to say something but stopped short of uttering anything.

Shadow turned and went back up to the house.

This event is for everyone in the house. Please PM me whether you want to stay in the house or go into town. In either case, please let me know what you want to do (clean your guns, shore up the defenses, what shops you want to go to [as well as how badly you want to go to them], etc).

PM sent

Ah, so you did my event idea after all.


Oh, before Shadow goes, he is going to grab some more weapons.



IC:
5 minutes later, Tombstone had tracked down Shadow in the tower.
"Are you fething insane?" he shouted.
"Nope. Just bored."
Tombstone had to agree, despite it being the apocalypse and all, it was getting boring compared to what his life had been.
"So, what are you planning on?"
"Dunno. Frag some zombies, get some more food, medical supplies, anything that could help. But I think either you or Halon should stay - we're basically in charge, and one of us should remain. I saw some zombies heading this way from up north in the countryside - gatling gun time."
Tombstone grunted in agreement.
"Gather any gear you want, and meet me in the garage in 10 minutes if you're coming. Same goes for the others."

Shadow headed back down to the cellar, seeing it closed. He opened it, and as he had expected, Jennifer wasn't there. He grabbed a grenade launcher, half a dozen machine guns and another pistol. He took these to the armored vehicle, making sure to lock the bunker as he did so. He loaded up the weapons, and got into the drivers seat. Looking at his watch, he saw he had 5 minutes to wait for the others.

Also, Silver, how much RPing will you be doing for this event? The entire trip? Or what?

I'm going to do the initial bit, then I am going to heavily suggest what people should be doing in the middle (possibly with a couple of min-events), then I will probably do the end, depending on how it turns out.

PM sent, ^^

Darkvoidof40k wrote:

halonachos wrote:

Darkvoidof40k wrote:fourth*?

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Nevermind

Been busy, too busy, can't write english, tired, 5-6 hour of sleep, dealing with 3 kids from 8AM to 5PM then work or sailing class. Work at toy store, don't want kids anymore.

We feel for you.


If it makes it any easier, just write in American.

I thought I was.

Anyway, sailing was cancelled today due to lack of wind, high temperatures, and lack of fishing poles so I had time to catch up and send a PM.