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| 06 Jan 2014 11:21 PM |
:Story
The year is 2016, and hope is rapidly decaying away. It took only weeks for the Zombie virus to spread world wide, it only slightly helped that almost immediately each government closed all of their borders and looked out only for themselves and their people. The United States was one of the last countries to remain infection free, when the infected were finally starting to enter the US launched all of it's nuclear warheads, nearly wiping out the rest of the world. What governments that still survived the blasts in turn launched their nuclear warheads at the US.
You were at one of the three towns when the apocalypse started: Arcadia a massive urban filled city, Brandenburg a smaller city right beside Arcadia that is filled more with small communities, or Whitehollow a rural farming town on the outskirts of Arcadia and Brandenburg. All areas surrounding these three cities are nuclear wastelands, trapping you.
(These will be fast running zombies, one bite is enough to turn you. Destroying the brain will kill the zombie. Making noise will attract zombies)
:Rules
-My word is final, period
-Any Admins I assign will accept join requests and call out god-modding. Make sure to wait to be accepted, or you won't be.
-You may only start off with anything you could find in a normal house, yes you may have guns. (Handguns & Hunting Rifles only, don't go over the top on ammo or weapons)
-Not all survivors are friendly, not all survivors are hostile. Me and any Admins I appoint will control all NPCs and will sometimes have them encounter you.
-You may be killed at any time, even by other players. If you don't like it too bad, you can always make another character
-I will choose when stages change, more on this later
:Stages
Stages are major changes in the apocalypse world, I'll choose when they change.
- 1 [Initial Panic] This is the starting point of the apocalypse. The government has not collapsed yet, there will still be police, SWAT, and the army also all three cities will be under Martial Law. You are also likely to see survivors just as much as zombies at this point
Supplies: This is the highest point of supplies, there will never be as much stuff to take at any other point.
- 2 [Calming Down] The government has completely collapsed, any government agents now work solely to save themselves and their family. There are now more zombies than people, you're more likely to encounter a zombie than a survivor at this point.
Supplies: Most stores have been raided and ransacked now, however any survivor you meet will more than likely still have a lot of supplies...
- 3 [Eerie Is The Night] Survivors are now fewer and farther between, but now consist of several groups of close family members and mostly one leader. Zombies now search as much as possible for survivors
Supplies: Supplies are now much harder to find than ever before, survivors are also starving for not being able to find what they need. Coming across a survivor now would probably not yield much...
- 4 [To Rebuild Or Destroy?] Groups of survivors are now constantly growing as most try to take in as many as they can, they also try to begin to set up permanent bases. At the same time Raider groups are popping up, attacking and stealing supplies from the towns people
Supplies: It is now near impossible to find supplies, you now either make what you need to survive or take from those who do...
- 5 [Hope?] The Cities have been set up and secured by this time, the raiders either dealt with or driven off. But at the same time cities now find each other and get along... or bloody war begins.
Supplies: Impossible to find supplies, you create what you need or take from those that do.
:Character Sheet
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| 06 Jan 2014 11:31 PM |
:Character Sheet
Name: Zabuza Momochi
Gender: Male
@ge: 26
Starting City: Arcadia
Items/Weapons: A 44. Magnum with 30 shells, and several knives of varying shape and length. A backpack filled with 12 or so bottles of water along with non-perishable food. Mountain Bike for transportation.
Personality: Cold, Cruel, Sadistic
Background/Bio: He had been a wanted serial killer before the zombie apocalypse, but as soon as it started the police seemingly lost all interest in him. He had been working in Arcadia, as a hitman for hire. When the initial news came about the zombies he had wanted to leave for Hawaii, but all flights were cancelled. Before he could get out of Arcadia the nukes hit all around them and two other towns, trapping him. By the time the actual zombies came he was making his way to the outskirts of the city on his Mountain Bike, all the roads were cluttered with cars as the zombies broke through the windows devouring the poor people trapped inside. |
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| 07 Jan 2014 04:02 PM |
:Character Sheet
Name: Sylvius Thompson (Birth name) Adoption Name: Sylvius Ray Hillsburgh Gender: Male (♂) Age: 36 Starting City: Arcadia Items/Weapons: A WWII Colt 1911A1 Pistol with two custom magazines of (instead of seven) ten bullets a-cartridge with a aluminum one foot long water-bottle filled with filtered water and a Granola chocolate bar with a can of tuna (expires in three days) and a bag of Hawaiian Kings bread with a Oakley Small Icon Backpack (Black) and a survival knife. Personality: Sylvius is quiet and tactical when it comes to ranged attributes or a matter of velocity/trajectory and chemical reactions. Background: In the University of Oxford in London, Sylvius was a scholar, achieving A+'s in mathematics, science and literature. As an young lad on the streets of London the constable had took him to an orphanage where he was rather a rambunctious young tyke. He would sneak into the factories and steal small bolts, cogs, gears, Etc. along with tools and metals. He would tinker with these things and make toys for himself and the other children in the orphanage. At the age of seven he was permitted onto a work-farm, then he went to school for the first time at nine. He was started in fifth grade but had to repeat multiple times because of his lack of knowledge. He was very active and always playing football (This is Soccer to Americans) with the other children during recess. At ten at the work farm he was adopted by a middle-aged man and a fine woman. The man's name was Hector Hillsburgh, his wife Ashley Hillsburgh. Although when he was fifteen he was cursed to have his foster-mom die from lung-cancer. After this his foster-pa would get drunk a lot and beat him. He grew up to high standards and got either good grades or slashed with a whip. At the age of eighteen in a desperate long to get away from his psychotic foster-pa, joined the United Kingdom Armed Forces in the Royal Air Force branch piloting a Spitfire mostly a patrol unit. Then he enrolled in Oxford and has gotten his master's degree in Advanced Mathematics and Science. He then went on to be an inventor and finally settled with a family. In 2004 his wife too, died of lung cancer and he was stuck with his six year old son. They moved to America to stay with family seeing that his job ran his financial applications low because of the excessive bills and Etc. even though he inherited forty-thousand euro, he used it to get to America, then after spending two-thousand (USD) now leaving him with fifty-two thousand, four-hundred-sixty-eight and zero cents in United States dollars. And bought himself a nice house in Hollywood where his daughter went to a high-standard public school with himself and his daughter being Atheists, his daughter was often left alone because of her beliefs. She committed suicide at thirteen from her excessive bullying leaving all him to do is tinker. He made hundreds of dollars off of his creations but he was deeply depressed. So to make him forget he got into hunting and other stuff. Now he is a millionaire worker in Sony (primarily in the Playstation Branch) for technology development, with their latest release of the Playstation 4, his income is skyrocketing. He is now married and has a step-son who is fifteen, whom was interested in weapons which got Sylvius into antique weapons in fascination. He has a Colt pistol and survival knife. |
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| 07 Jan 2014 04:43 PM |
(Prec is accepted & admined. Interesting background but it doesn't explain how he got stuck in Arcadia)
Nothing but gunshots, sirens, and the screams of terror filled Zabuza's head. The zombies that had been chasing him now turned their attention to the people stuck in their cars or those that got out and are now making a run for it. A little while more up the highway he stopped, looking back and seeing the destruction slowly making it's way towards him. With this time he began to loot the empty cars, always constantly checking back on the hoard of zombies. In the distance he could see Arcadia's airspace filled with military helicopters.
Mostly what Zabuza found was perishable foods, that he still took anyways. The other things of interest he took that he hadn't thought about: sleeping bag, flashlights along with several batteries, and a map with the edges highlighted that had been destroyed by the nukes.
The infection was nearly at him by the time he had found all of this so he decided to get back on the mountain bike and continue on. He eventually made it to a turn off, in the distance you could see the main highway leading to nothing but nuclear wasteland. Instead he turned off onto Whitehollow, along with a stream of other survivors all too concerned with themselves to even notice Zabuza. |
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| 07 Jan 2014 05:04 PM |
:Character Sheet
Name: Aaron Stratus
Gender: Male
age: 27
Starting City: Whitehollow
Items/Weapons: Cross bow, one quiver of 25 arrows, broad heads. Large hunting knife.
Personality:
:Protective: Anyone he takes under his wing he will protect, doing his best to keep them save and cared for, going as far as to feed others before himself.
:Careful: He is a careful man when it comes to other survivors.
Background/Bio: Aaron grew up in a god fearing home to a hunting father and a stay at home mother, they lived mostly off the land, selling the meat they had from hunting to buy the synthetic necessity's. As religious as his parents were Aaron never really took to it, preferring logic over faith. Aarons mother died of an early age to cancer, his father became distraught with grief and basically shut down, dieing a few years later. Aaron lived on his own in his parents house since then, having no direct relatives or friends. |
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| 07 Jan 2014 05:13 PM |
(Accepted Soardlo)
Zabuza continued to ride closer and closer to Whitehollow, eventually entering woods as the noises behind him slowly got quitter and quitter until they were gone. |
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| 07 Jan 2014 05:18 PM |
Aaron
I had been out in my tree stand all day, quite as possible, trying to hunt, suddenly I spotted a white tailed dear cross my view. I grabbed my crossbow and Took aim, taking a deep breath I was prepared to fire. Suddenly the deer was startled, but not by me, but by what I didn't know yet... |
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| 07 Jan 2014 06:03 PM |
Name: Derek Cutter Gender: Male Age:26 Starting city: Arcadia. Item/weapons: duel pistol 10 bullets. Bags of food. Water bottle. Flashlights. Keys to house. Personality: a Very attentive person who is usually quiet. He has a lot of energy. And is brave. Bio: Derek was born in march in 1987. He grew up in a small little town. He did quite badly in school and dropped out at 17. His parents forced him to get a job he started working for best buy. It was a boring but easy. One day he decided to take trip somewhere when driving back. His car stopped in of a town called Arcadia. He looked for someone to help him fix it then he heard someone scream, and he saw a freaking zombie. He got out alive. But there zombies everywhere and wants to go home. Good he bought a gun with him. |
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| 07 Jan 2014 06:17 PM |
| Sylvius and his step-son wonder on Red-Trace ST. where multiple shops are barred up and protected, yet still selling wares while the S.W.A.T and Police block off the infection in the down-town radius with quarantine zones and checkpoints for infected. Some vendors were selling riot gear and police equipment they buy a glove to fit under their clothing to prevent at least one bite from an infected. Max (Step-Son) seemed joyous to buy weaponry. |
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| 07 Jan 2014 06:24 PM |
(VamKing you're accepted, Prec you could be accepting people by the way)
Zabuza knew he should be getting closer to Whitehollow, if he was lucky maybe the infection hadn't hit here yet. He was in front of the stream of survivors now, due to his Mountain Bike, he should hopefully be getting closer now. |
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| 07 Jan 2014 07:17 PM |
Name: Antonio Furrecini
Gender:male
@ge: 26
Starting City: Arcadia
Items/Weapons: WWII kar-98- 2 clips Mauser-4 clips Machete 3 water bottles Bars
Personality: Will most likely kill you for supplies.
Background/bio: Before the zombie apocalypse he was in a racial gang called "The National Socialist movement" or "NSM". He was wanted for 3 counts of murder and one count of armed robbery. When the zombies and nukes came about the police lost all interest in him. He was in a weapons warehouse with four other gang members when the zombies started attacking the city. |
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| 07 Jan 2014 07:58 PM |
Derek I was walking around the city Looing for a place to raid. I said a gun I got some more. Bullets to use I needed as I could get. |
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| 08 Jan 2014 09:59 PM |
Antonio
Me and my guys stop playing a card game after hearing some crashing and far off screams. We look at one another before picking our weapons up and walk outside. When we get there our faces fill with horror as we see people eating people not far away. We all run inside after a few moments and I soon retch up my lunch. "What are those things?" One of them asks. "Who the heck knows! All I know is I saw one of my friends eating a cop!" Said the burly American. "I know we need better guns then these rifles. Let's search the crates for anything better." They all nod in agreement. We start searching. |
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