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| 21 Jun 2013 12:33 PM |
The room was dark. Two people sat. A table between them. "It all happened so fast." A old voice said. "What happened so fast?" A female voice ask curiously. She comes closer to the old man, she had, green skin. "The end of the world." The man said. By now, the woman saw that the male was human. She gasped. "But how? How are you alive?" She asked. "Not for long. I'm to old." He replied. "But how did you survive!?" She asked. He didn't respond. She gasped. She got up and put to fingers on his neck, no pulse. "Doctor!" She yelled.
Four hours later, the female was sitting on a chair, in a waiting room. The doctor came out. "He couldn't make it." He said sadly, he was also green. "GOD DAMMIT!" She yelled. "THAT WAS A HUMAN!" She screamed in rage. "I know." He said calmly not looking at her. "WE NEEDED TO KNOW IF THERE WERE OTHERS! ALIVE! FOR WE CAN KILL THEM!" She screamed. "Trust me ma'am, not humans could survive the war we gave them." He told her.
She will never know if there were more. But there weren't anyway. This is your story of a human, and how you died, in the alien war.
85 years ago. A baby was born. He has blue eyes and a button nose. Who would've known that he was the only one to have survived. 83 years later. A unidentified flying object hover around Queens Brooklyn. Twenty minutes after, The army came. A hour later they deiced to shoot it down. The fired, Direct hit. The object fell down fast. It hit a empty park. The army rushed there as fast as they could. They found half of the ship. They deiced to split up, but before the could. A bomb exploded in that park. It blew up the whole park. Then all of a sudden More of these UFOs flew around the whole world. They tried to evacuate, the couldn't. half a year later only England stands. This is the story of your fight.
~Rules~ 1.) No goddmodding, Trolling, urbering, Gary Stu's/Mary Sues... 2.) All trolling will be ignored. 3.) I will play as the old man. 4.) Use the best Grammar and Spelling you can. 5.) No role-playing till I or a Admin Accepts you. 6.) You WILL Die, so, just putting that out there. 7.) Wrong: i kll al teh alans n srve. 8.) Romance and Cursing at your own risk, 9.) Be realistic. 10.) There will be more rules added. "It's not in the rules!" is not a excuse. Other: London
~CS~ Name: Age: (17+) Gender: Where do you come from: Appearance: Items: (Weapons, Water Bottles, Etc) Other:
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| 22 Jun 2013 06:35 AM |
Name: Felix Hillard Age: 18 Gender: Male Where do you come from: Outskirts of NYC Appearance: Long, black hair and ice blue eyes. Very scrawny and tall. Wears a red t-shirt with a big heavy black jacket and dark blue jeans Items: A sharp wooden stake and 4 water bottles Other: Is very shy around females
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| 22 Jun 2013 09:07 AM |
(Add more to appearance, Like what colors are her eyes, and/or, her skin tone, etc. Then, you will be accepted. Add a bio, I forgot to add that. Also look at the rules, after 10...) NEW CS! Name: Age:(17+) Gender: Where do you come from: Appearance: Items: Bio: Other:
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| 22 Jun 2013 09:23 AM |
Name: Joshua Grant Age:(17+) 28 Gender: M Where do you come from: Mississippi Appearance: Black army uniform with a plate carrier and a MOLLE backpack, Clean shaven head, brown/black hair, muddy brown eyes, Large build for some one in the Army, 6'4, 150 pounds, scar down his lips from an embaracing hunting accident, He also usualy wears a black patrol cap with black tented balisstic sun glasses. Items: M107 .50 Barret with a zooming scope, M4A1 assault rifle w/ acog,grip and a flash light, MRE meals, Water, Map, Flares, Rope, Flashlight (I will rarely use the M107) Bio: He grew up in Mississippi near a swamp so he would go hunting and fishing with his father when he was young, one day he was walking behind his father, when he forgot to hold a branch back after passing it so it flew back and hit Joshua in the face knocking him to the ground, making his rifle fire scarying everything off, as you could probably tell him and his father weren't that happy when they got home. He joined the Army at 17, and after much training and 10 combat tours he was put into the Army Rangers, He blew the training standards away passing them all by a long shot, They called him the "perfect soldier" but he didn't think so, he knew anything could happen and was prepared for anyone to be wounded or killed, even himself. Other: London |
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| 22 Jun 2013 09:50 AM |
(>"romance"
IT'S AN APOCALYPSE
WHO EVEN HAS THE TIME) |
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| 22 Jun 2013 11:07 AM |
| (Then should I make a new character sheet...?) |
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| 22 Jun 2013 08:01 PM |
| (Well, I guess if you put survival before romance. That kind of puts "at your own risk" to a new perspective.) |
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| 22 Jun 2013 08:10 PM |
(@Mouse, accepted, but can you remove like one or two items, you've got a lot. @Ruby, not, just add more appearance, add a bio, and fix Other. I am making my cs now.)
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| 22 Jun 2013 08:12 PM |
(Oh, and alos, I didn't notice the mistake I made. "not humans could survive the war" I meant no, not not.)
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| 22 Jun 2013 08:19 PM |
(Ok scratch the flares)
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I watch from the top of the building I am on |
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| 22 Jun 2013 08:29 PM |
(Also*) ~CS~ Name: Unknown Age: 83 Gender: Male Where do you come from: Queens Brooklyn Appearance: He is a tall old man standing at 6 3'. He skin tone is white and pale. He is bald with a few hairs growing. He dark brown eyes that look somewhat black. He has a small beard and yellowish teeth. He is skinny, but quite strong for his age. He has a old Yankees baseball cap. He wears a white t-shirt and beige pants with suspenders. Items: A tiny old handgun. Bio: His Mum was 16 when she had him. His Father left one day when he was a few months old, and never come back. His Mum had to take of him herself. When he was 10 he attended Public school after being home-schooled for so long. It wasn't that bad. He had a friend who taught him how to play baseball, that's when he started to like baseball. When he was 25 his Mum died in a car crash. Not much has happened after. Other: London
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| 22 Jun 2013 08:34 PM |
| (Kinda reminds me of the Giver, you character I mean, and are you going to make a second character who is younger and will be better in a group, Im just wondering) |
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| 22 Jun 2013 08:36 PM |
(Yeah, I am, I just forgot.)
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| 22 Jun 2013 08:36 PM |
Ghost
I notice a few aliens from afar. I get down and decide not to risk letting them know my position
(I am changing the M107 to a silenced .300 Win Mag) |
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| 22 Jun 2013 08:45 PM |
(NEW RULE!: Us "()" when not role-playing. Also, remember, there will be no survivors except for the old man, and he died a few months after that anyway, so, yeah, everyone dies.) Name: John Smith Age: 21 Gender: Male Where do you come from: London, England. Appearance: He is a young man who stands at about 5 foot 6. Yes, he is quite short. He is white and tan. He wears black shades, a fedora and a black shirt with dark jeans. He has old and a bit torn up Nike shoes. He has blue eyes and white teeth. He has a scar on his left cheek, and a white cloth around a part of his right leg to stop the bleeding from a shot of another human. He has black quiff like hair, and a small mustache. Items: A shot gun, and a GLOCK Bio: Not much, he had a normal, middle class life. Until on his 15th birthday, his Dad died. When he turned 20, the aliens invade and killed his Mum. He swore vengeance. Other: London
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| 22 Jun 2013 09:14 PM |
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I am scaning the area with my scope when I see a guy wearing black shades, and a black shirt and jeans with a fedora. I hurry down from the roof of the building im on and run to where I last saw him. |
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| 22 Jun 2013 09:35 PM |
Name: Clarissa Evans
Age:(17+) 19
Gender: Female
Where do you come from: West end of New York City
Appearance: Long blonde curly hair that sits uneven and sometimes the left side squeezes over her left eye and nicely placed eyebrows that match her hair. Small, blue eyes that strangely look like portals with a black center and long black lashes breaching out for attention.A small cutely touched nose that shines when clean and a small pair of lips with clean teeth hidden behind her closed mouth. A small skinny body with tan skin that shows some damage from childhood days and younger times. A height of 5'3, a fairly short girl, with a weight of 97 lbs, also a light girl. She wears a pair of brown boots that stop under her knee and long white socks that reach out of her boots only a little bit to reach over her knee. She wore her favorite shorts that went down to the center of her thighs and a whiter tank top. She wore a brown leather jacket on her shoulder and a silver necklace with a red heart dangling from it.
Items: A bow and 25 arrows, a loaded pistol, ammo, a flashlight, and a big canister of water.
Bio: Clarissa lived in a family where mother was dying, father left them, and she was the oldest. Clarissa lived in a small run-down home as an artist and creator. She made herself 2 lamps and made sure to always have money for their mother's check-ups. Her mother had grown to grown to cancer. She was the thinnest woman you could ever see. Clarissa was the slightest better than her. She fattened up her siblings and barely had time for she herself to eat. She worked three jobs at a time too. Just a year ago, the aliens came and killed her dying mom. Her three siblings were split, two dead and only one left and lost and alone. She determined herself to find him.
Other: London. Nya! |
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| 22 Jun 2013 10:10 PM |
(Accepted, remember, this takes place in London.) John walks around and sees the wrecked Big Ben and sees some bloke run to him. "Oy!" He shouted. He aimed his gun. "Are you gonna fire your weapon!?" John asked. A old man sits in a rocking chair outside a old broken down town house.
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| 22 Jun 2013 10:22 PM |
(Which is exactly why I said she is looking for her lost sibling, he is not in the U.S.A. and she can't stand Ireland. Also, she knows how to steal things pretty quickly. She's adventurous. Also, she carries a knife in her boot, okay?)
Clarissa blew her blonde hair from her eye and her hand held her bow in hand as her other hand touched the gun n her pocket. She was armed and ready, just up to when she saw two loud guys and frowned. |
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| 23 Jun 2013 08:41 AM |
(Two loud guys my guy never said anything XD :P)
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"I have no reason too, you havn't fired yet" I say in a hushed voice. I look around and saw someone down the road. I motioned for the person to come here. |
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| 23 Jun 2013 08:51 AM |
| Clarissa blinked, walking forward. She sighed, using her mother's accent she gave her: "What you wantin? I'm busy here!" |
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| 23 Jun 2013 08:57 AM |
Ghost
"Busy doing what, there is safty In numbers unless you really know what your doing" I say. "Lets get out of the road and into a building, we are less likley to be seen, And by the way, I saw a group of aliens around here" |
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| 23 Jun 2013 09:11 AM |
| Clarissa folded her arms over her chest, frowning. "And why should I go wit you?" |
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| 23 Jun 2013 09:23 AM |
Ghost
"Like I said safty in numbers, I have food, water, and firepower, and I am a US Army Ranger" I say as I look for a good building to get into. |
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