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Re: This world's gone rogue...
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| 05 Jun 2013 03:25 PM |
The time is the year of twenty-thirteen, in the year of May. Numerous countries of all shapes, sizes, origins and populations have threatened to bomb the USA. Not many people have believed and just brushed it off to the side and discarded the thought. But they were wrong... A month ago, large nuclear bombs filled with numerous dangerous chemicals including: Cyanide, nerve-gas, carbon monoxide, and an unknown chemical that doctors have called "Kyon X-Gas", was launched into numerous states of the country. It was most dangerous through infection in the large cities of New York, New Jersey, and others. Where as it just ravaged and wiped out most cities in the rural states of West Virginia, Virginia, Georgia, and Pennsylvania. Through infection, people have begun randomly dying of the chemicals, some have survived but it has numbed the mind into one thought: cannibalism. People have run through the streets, grabbing anyone in their sights and eating them alive. People have said it's a zombie virus, but it is not. It is just a pure infection, it stresses all muscles until each is on over-drive where as they can't run out of stamina, they will just run until they catch their prey. You are one of the few survivors, where as you are huddled up in any place possible, with the weapon (Or weapons) at your side.
Cs: Name: Nationality: State of infection: (Good, normal, bad, sick, toxic.) Appearance: Personality: State of sanity: (Good, normal, scared, terrified, insane) State of emotion: (Feeling normal, feeling angry, feeling sad, feeling courageous, feeling weak, etc etc) Weapons: (If it is a gun, it depends on the occupation of your character. And please be literate and realistic with reloading options. Example: "I eject my empty clip of the pistol, put in a new one, pull the slide back, making my weapon ready to fire". If it is a normal person, it would be something like a pistol or a melee weapon. If it's a soldier, it could be a large gun, like a assault rifle or shotgun.) Items: (Equipment, like flashlights, scissors, tape, wooden planks, etc etc.) |
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| 05 Jun 2013 03:32 PM |
Name: Alexandur Brahm Nationality: American-German State of infection: (Good, normal, bad, sick, toxic.) Bad Appearance: Sickly, rather large and bloated. Personality: Before he went insane, he was passionate about eating. He was a professional hotdog eater. State of sanity: (Good, normal, scared, terrified, insane) Insane State of emotion: (Feeling normal, feeling angry, feeling sad, feeling courageous, feeling weak, etc etc) Angry Weapons: A bloody piece of glass. Items: (Equipment, like flashlights, scissors, tape, wooden planks, etc etc.)
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| 05 Jun 2013 03:47 PM |
(You have been accepted, General! I'll go ahead and post my CS)
Name: Daniel "Discord" Conan. Nationality: American State of infection: (Good, normal, bad, sick, toxic.) Normal Appearance: Average size, normal muscle size, brown hair. He wears a bloody red tuxedo, and white shorts and Adidas track shoes Personality: He is very calm about most things, but he has a fear of heights and has a few fears. He has slight sign of claustrophobia, a fear of spiders, and is paranoid most of the time. When encountered with a person he doesn't trust, he is aggressive, but with friends he is nice and normally cocky, but knows when to back off. State of sanity: (Good, normal, scared, terrified, insane) Scared State of emotion: (Feeling normal, feeling angry, feeling sad, feeling courageous, feeling weak, etc etc) Normal Weapons: A old M1911 pistol, that jams frequently. And an average kitchen knife. Items: (Equipment, like flashlights, scissors, tape, wooden planks, etc etc.) A flashlight.
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| 05 Jun 2013 04:10 PM |
(Well, while we are at it, let's start, shall we?)
Daniel
I walk around into an old alley-way, after just getting chased by one of the infected. I am panting heavily, as I lean against a brick wall and check my old pistol. It's empty... "Man, those things are stubborn.." I mutter as I put my pistol away and pull out my kitchen knife and flip it's blade to the wall in a sort of combat stance. |
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| 05 Jun 2013 04:13 PM |
Name: Bonnie Vito Nationality: American State of infection: (Good, normal, bad, sick, toxic.) Normal Appearance: Short brown knotted curly hair. She is wearing a tank top colored white and blue, (striped) and white leggings and dirty pink sneakers. Personality: She is alone right now, she is a 28 year old, alone. She had 6 brothers, so she was very shy as a child. But now, She is probably the happiest person you could meet. She is out-going, and has a very big sense of humor, but in serious moments, she can get very into it. She will draw maps, and plan out everything.She is not brave, and scared of everything in the world right now. She was in the army for 5 years, and came back 2 weeks before all of this occurred. State of sanity: (Good, normal, scared, terrified, insane) Scared. State of emotion: (Feeling normal, feeling angry, feeling sad, feeling courageous, feeling weak, etc etc) Feeling Normal Weapons: (If it is a gun, it depends on the occupation of your character. And please be literate and realistic with reloading options. Example: "I eject my empty clip of the pistol, put in a new one, pull the slide back, making my weapon ready to fire". If it is a normal person, it would be something like a pistol or a melee weapon. If it's a soldier, it could be a large gun, like a assault rifle or shotgun.) She has shotgun, but very little ammo, so she saves it for emergencies, On the other hand she has 2 hand katanas and uses them the most. Items: (Equipment, like flashlights, scissors, tape, wooden planks, etc etc.) She is equiped with a flashlight, a needle and thread, and bandages, water, and me.ds
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| 05 Jun 2013 04:16 PM |
| (You are accepted, nosy! Have fun~!) |
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| 05 Jun 2013 04:20 PM |
( Thank you :D )
Bonnie
My eyes open, the crust covering most of my view. "Ur..g.." I sigh. I rub out the crust, standing up. "Where.. What.." I'm confused. I walk toward the small kitchen of this small apartment. I look out the window.. Seeing the disaster. "Oh my..." A man walks up to a sleeping women, and takes a bite from her leg. "Oh my god!" I shout.. "Well.." I face the kitchen.. looking at the bloody cabinets. |
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| 05 Jun 2013 04:25 PM |
Daniel
Holding my knife in a combat position and stance, I sneak from the alley in a crouch. I sneak past an apartment where all I can here is screams and shouts of a woman. I see the infected, sneak up, and stab it in the head with my kitchen knife, kicking it to the ground and stomping onto it's head. (You don't need zombie logic, just hit it in something vital and it can die. Remember, it's not a zombie, just an infection.) I then turn and stab the woman in the head, hoping she wouldn't turn into a zombie. I then sheath my kitchen knife into my pocket and pull my old, empty pistol from my pocket. I then pull out a clip with only three bullets, put it in, pull the slide and lock my gun for firing. |
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| 05 Jun 2013 04:28 PM |
Alexandur
I wake up to hearing a screaming woman. "Those damn infecccctedsss" I say to myself, I grab my glass shard and make my way to the noise. |
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| 05 Jun 2013 04:30 PM |
| Starring at the cabinets, I then hear a gross sound, of squishing, and then stabbing. Turning to the window in fright, I see a man. He turns, stabbing another.. and another. His head turns toward my way. I run to the other side of the window, currently in the Living room, I turn noticing a shotgun! My very own! I pick it up, Noticing only 19 bullets are still usable. Theres blood, almost everywhere. I sneak into the dining room, where there are plates and silverware. A piece of bread remains, I grab it, Taking a bite. How hungry I've been! I then see my katanas. I quickly grab them. My packs! My everything! I see my backpack, all my supplies. A grin appears onto my face. |
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| 05 Jun 2013 04:34 PM |
Daniel
I sigh, hoping if I shoot one of these shots it won't attract infected. I turn to one of the windows in the old apartment and shoot at it, breaking one of the windows. "Can't be certain what's up there.." I mutter as I open the door to the apartment and run up to the area I saw from the windows. I then turn a corner into some sort of dining area, noticing a woman, pointing my gun and firing, hearing only a click. "God damn it! Don't jam now!" I shout as I push back the slide, noticing a bullet pop out from it and scramble to the ground to pick it up. |
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| 05 Jun 2013 04:37 PM |
Bonnie
I'am terrified when i hear loud steps running up the stairs. The gun points, but nothing happens. I point up my shotgun. "We don't have to make this violent." My beautiful curls get into my face and i blow them away. "Please." My voice is weak, my muscles tense. |
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| 05 Jun 2013 04:38 PM |
| ( How old is your character?) |
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| 05 Jun 2013 04:42 PM |
(I forgot that one important thing! Stupid mistakes, my character is about nineteen.) Daniel
I gasp, putting my hands in the air. "S-Sorry!" I stammer out in a light voice. "I was paranoid, I can't really trust anyone!" I say, backing up slightly and putting the gun and the bloody kitchen knife down, kicking them behind me. "Really, I'm sorry. I saw something dash by the window and I thought it was one of the infected!" I say, an expression of fear in my eyes. (Great, I forgot another thing, eye color. My character's eye color is a sort of a silver color.) |
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| 05 Jun 2013 04:47 PM |
(May i change my age xD I made myself to old. I meant, 22 and training to be in the military. xD)
I put my shotgun down. "Everyone gets paranoid lately.." I stare at you. A tux? I think to myself. "Whats your name then?" I relax, dropping my gun. "Are you healthy?" "Any... Bites?" I'm nervous. I want to know everything about this person. I don't want to be alone. |
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| 05 Jun 2013 04:51 PM |
Daniel
"Agreed." I mutter as I back up and set my weapons away, both in my pockets. "The names Daniel, Daniel Conan. But my friends call me Discord." I say with a shrug. "And I haven't gotten bitten, but I did get a bit infected..." I mutter as I pull up a sleeve to show a large cluster of blisters and boils on my left wrist. "The Kyon and Carbon Monoxide got to me." I say with a sigh as I pull my sleeve back down. |
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| 05 Jun 2013 04:52 PM |
| (Oh, and yes, you may change your age if you wish.) |
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| 05 Jun 2013 04:55 PM |
| I catch a slight glimpse of the infection. "Do you feel anything on that arm?" "Oh! And I'm Bonnie, Bonnie Vito." I start to think.. Where is my mom? Dad? Brothers? I'am alone. |
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| 05 Jun 2013 04:59 PM |
Daniel
"Oh, nice to meet you, Bonnie. Oh, the infection? Eh, all it is is just an itch and a bit of a burning feel, but it's alright." I say as I sigh and pull my old pistol from my pocket and examine it. "Sorry about trying to kill you, I don't really trust anyone now-a days." "Well, it's better to stick together instead of lone-wolfing it." I say with a shrug. "You wanna start a small group or something?" I ask. |
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| 05 Jun 2013 05:02 PM |
| "Sure Dan." I turn toward my supplies. "Wonder what i have in there" I giggle. "Lets check it out, maybe learn more about each other. This place seems safe... for now." I sit down unzipping the biggest bag. |
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| 05 Jun 2013 05:06 PM |
| "Got it." I say as I lean on a bloody wall, ignoring the numerous blood stains getting on my already bloody tuxedo. I examine my pistol, before ejecting the clip and setting the bullet from the floor into the clip and setting the clip in and pulling the slide. Then I set my pistol into my pocket and pull my kitchen knife and clean off the blood with my hand. "Yeah, this place might be safe, but I think an insane person might come. Survivors have been claiming sightings of a fat guy with a bloody piece of glass running around." I say, feeling slightly paranoid. |
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| 05 Jun 2013 05:12 PM |
| "Hey, I found a flashlight, bandages, water, and Med.s! These could be useful."That guys must be scary. We should keep and eye out the window.. or whats left of it anyway." I cross my legs, searching again. "So. How old are you?" My katana lay on the couch behind me, and so does my shotgun. I stare at your suit. |
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| 05 Jun 2013 05:19 PM |
Daniel
"Good findings!" I say with a slight thumbs up. "Well, I'm nineteen. Why are you asking?" I say with a confused expression. "Oh the suit? Ugh, this thing just got blood stains from the infected guys. Annoying little buggers.." I say as I look out the window I shot out, seeing a few infected scramble and run towards the sound of the gunshot. "Man, those things have a good sense of hearing.." I mutter as I stare down at the infected, my vision focusing onto the ground, as I stumble back, letting out a little yelp. "Ugh, fear of heights.." I say with a sigh. |
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| 05 Jun 2013 05:27 PM |
| "Oh no reason" I blush, looking back down at the backpack. "I know! Its strange" I walk over to the window with you, breathing heavily. "Ugh, my asma is acting up." I cough, making myself almost choke. "We should inspect the apartment.. May we'll find something useful!" I cough again. |
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| 05 Jun 2013 05:33 PM |
Daniel
"Okay." I say with a nod. "Be careful with the stress and fear and such, I don't want to lose my only friend just yet." I say with a little laugh as I head out into a bathroom, checking the cabinets under the sink. I find a few things: various dish towels, a book about..plumbing..and it seems that the pipe for the sink is loose. "Aha, the pipe's loose, I can probably get this thing out and we can use it as a weapon." I say as I grab the pipe and yank on it, failing a few times before I pull the pipe out and close the cabinets, setting the pipe on the sink counter. "Well, we got dish towels, a plumbing book, and this pipe." I say as I pop my back and check the rest of it, nothing more. |
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