lagio5
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| 16 Apr 2014 10:23 PM |
I got back to RPing. Expect crap.
I'm going to write the story..? Later. |
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lagio5
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| 16 Apr 2014 10:51 PM |
Apocalypse Rising. Introduction: The year is 2028, a disease has sprouted in a island, those infected are driven to a slow insanity until they are no longer in control of their bodies, the parasite controls the body from then on. After the parasite takes control of the body, they thirst for living human flesh. The country has been quarantined by the United Nations, all boats leaving the country are ordered to return, or will be sunk by force. This is the story of a survivor, a survivor named Tristan.
Biography: Tristan is a natural born runner, able to run for long distances, and faster than most people. Tristan was a 15 year old boy when the outbreak started, his family, like many others tried to get on boats that were planning to leave the island. On the way to the shoreline, Tristan's family car is surrounded by a mobs of the infected, they crash into the sandy beach, and his father kills the remaining infected, only to be bitten by the last one. His father pulls his gun out. and kills his wife and daughter, only to kill himself . Tristan attempted to run after his father killed his mother, but his foot is caught on something, he trips and hits his head upon the door, knocking him unconscious. This. This is where it begins.
Pennies, that is my first thought as I awaken. I lift my head up slowly, forgetting about everything that ha d happened. Once I look through the windows, I remember everything. The gunshots, the screaming. My father killing my family. Tears form in my eyes as the memories rush back to me, I wipe them away from my cheeks slowly. I notice the smell of pennies is still here, but as I open the door and take a look at the sand, I fall backwards onto the seat. The white sand, is now drenched in blood. That is where the smell is coming from, the large amount of blood around me.
I step out of the car, disgusted at what I am stepping in. A large knot forms in my stomach as I notice the body count. I see familiar faces, the game store clerk, the pizza guy. More tears are falling from my eyes, now, as I see more faces. I shield my eyes to attempt to stop looking at them, the clear, lost dead eyes follow me as I walk away until I trip on a body. I small yelp escapes me as I fall down to the ground, and land face first onto the sand, I quickly lurch upwards as I feel the wet sand touches my face-The sand was not wet because of the water, but because of the blood. I get on my knees and vomit on the sand.
After vomiting and turn to see what body I had tripped on. The body was my sisters, I now wept uncontrollably, as I saw a now dry stream of blood running down her face. I see the bullet hole where my father had shot her. I laughed softly as I thought about closing her eyes in the movies, but as I reached to do it. I couldn't do it. I was weak from everything. Tears still streaming down my face, I stood up and looked at the bodies of my father, mother, and my sister. I looked up at the sky and with red eyes, I screamed "WHY!, WHY ME?!". My screams echoed in the landscape and I looked down at my father. A feeling of anger rising within me, he had killed them to save them from the horrors of the island, but he didn't save me from them. He left me alive, to suffer. I picked up his gun, and planted it to my chin, ready to end it all that very second. My arms shook as the cold metal touched the bottom of my chin, I cried harder at the thought at, this is how it was going to end. I wasn't going to grow up, raise a family of my own. I was going to put a bullet in my skull and die. I couldn't take it, I dropped the gun and then collapsed to my knees, crying.
But something came up. I don't know what it was, but I stood up. I stood up, picked up the gun and held it at my side, staring at the sun going down. Despite all the crap that had just happened, I couldn't help but admire on how beautiful the sea looked, as the light bounced off the waves. I snapped out of the trance, and looked away from the ocean, and into midland. I checked how many bullets I had left, I had 5 bullets left. With my gun at my side, I walked inside of the island, ready to fight. Fight to not live. I walked into the woods again.
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lagio5
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| 16 Apr 2014 10:53 PM |
Oi, forgot better CS.
Name: Tristan. (do we need to learn more) Hometown: Mason Personality: Story explains all!
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lagio5
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| 16 Apr 2014 11:12 PM |
I walked. Walked. I felt tired, but I was now unyielding, I was going to live. I kept my father's M1911 gun with not a hate, but a grudging respect. It killed my life, but it will save it for long to come. I saw a small town. There was no sign of the town's name, but there was some interesting things. The most interesting was the sports goods. As a child playing sports, I found survival gear inside the sport's store. I went inside. Luckily, no zeds. I was especially surprised at how untouched it was. I saw a dead soldier there, most likely shot to death while alive. I picked up his bag. Black, large, but light. It would help a lot. I found a good water bottle, and some filters. I stored these in my utility pockets. Some shoes would help, too. I just needed one. Everyone in this town was gunned down... I really hope someone would come out. "Hello..?" I asked with a trembling and quivering voice. A small boy emerged. He was just limping towards me... The glassy eyes. Oh god. I immediately shot its head. I hope that boy never felt pain... Another teenager emerged. He did not appear to be like... those. I shivered in my mind. "Who... are you?" We both asked each other simultaneously. "Have you got anything good to survive with?" I asked the guy. "We have diminishing amount of ammo. We do have a few guns though. Why are you here?" said the guy. "... My family was shot and killed by my insane father. I escaped. What is your name?"
"My name? My name is David."
"How are you still alive?"
"My father. He killed this entire town to make sure I would live..."
"What kind of guns do you have...? Who is in your group?"
"No one... Sorry for the earlier mishap... I keep a shotgun... I think it is called a Maverick 88? I also have a rifle called an M1 Garand..."
"Do you have any preferences?"
"I would like to keep the M1... I was taught sharpshooting by my father."
"Alright." We shook hands, and David led me into his house. David pulled out a can of beef stew. David made a short remark about food, saying "We cannot survive on canned foods forever. I however do believe that wild cows overran this area, and luckily zombies have no interest in cows apparently..." We had a short and quiet meal, and we both went to sleep, David making sure that this place looked like it never had anyone here. |
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| 17 Apr 2014 01:18 AM |
| bad and also this is a story, not a RP |
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lagio5
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| 17 Apr 2014 04:15 PM |
| i said it WAS going to be crappy dumbass |
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| 18 Apr 2014 01:19 AM |
but why you making this then?
and much rage too. plis calm down and stop continuing this. |
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Aesura
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| 18 Apr 2014 02:31 AM |
stories are allowed here
did you even read the rules before trying to minimod |
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| 18 Apr 2014 02:32 AM |
Good story. Keep it up. Also, ignore any discouragement. Apocalypse Rising is based off DayZ. DayZ---It's your story. And by my calculations, in Apocalypse Rising, one should have his or her own story. It would be pointless, running around shooting everyone you see.
----Life is not a fairy tale, there are no happy endings--- |
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| 18 Apr 2014 02:36 AM |
I didn't say stories are not allowed, I just
oh wait, I misread something
nevermind this
but in my opinion, there's something wrong with the story. |
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Aesura
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| 18 Apr 2014 02:38 AM |
well then you obviously helped improve the author's content with your insightful and deep critique of the piece
'bad' |
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| 18 Apr 2014 02:41 AM |
"well then you obviously helped improve the author's content with your insightful and deep critique of the piece"
its bad
10/10 top critic 2014 |
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| 18 Apr 2014 03:40 AM |
| I just took a glimpse of the story and I think you have amazing writing skills. I expect things from you. |
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lagio5
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| 18 Apr 2014 11:16 AM |
dammit. my post didn't show up for some reason
oh well. |
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| 18 Apr 2014 11:17 AM |
Your post: omg wtf is this horrible get out.
c: Cheers, mate. |
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| 18 Apr 2014 11:19 AM |
| Of course. I wouldn't expect a diffeent statement from you. |
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| 18 Apr 2014 11:21 AM |
| I think our hate/like relationship is perfectly intact, don't ruin it. *Flies off in my TARDIS* |
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| 18 Apr 2014 11:24 AM |
| Criticize a thread and become an enemy of someone. God, you're so immature. |
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| 18 Apr 2014 11:26 AM |
| You criticize every thread, Blox. Now, i'm not judging like a little shet, but you should actually LIKE something every once in a while. I understand that everyone has their opinions but loosen up and stop being like: 'omg dis bad' |
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| 18 Apr 2014 11:48 AM |
| The solution is to put more efforts into your threads. You only put about twenty minutes into them. |
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| 18 Apr 2014 11:49 AM |
| How about me spending an hour with minun1020 making an RP? |
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| 18 Apr 2014 11:52 AM |
| Rate this. http://www.roblox.com/Forum/ShowPost.aspx?PostID=131149006 |
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