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| 22 Jul 2014 01:30 PM |
[ This thread was based completely off of Quilboar and Exo's "Overcast", which was my favorite thread (possibly of all time) yet I couldn't quite do much in it due to how new to forum RP'ing I was at the time. Most, if not all, of the things here were inspired by Overcast. ]
It's late September, sightings of "crazy, man eating, things" come from all over the country, those who speak of their sightings aren't usually heard from much more. No official sources are to speak of these creatures. But to those who know better than to pretend everything is fine, something's up. Currently, the government is trying it's best to keep all of this a secret, because once it does get to the public, the riots, looting, and murder of your classic zombie apocalypse will begin. So far, only high-ranking government officials and the people responsible for this mess really know about it, and all of the grunts in the government social pyramid are told to "kill anyone or thing that has any unexplained black liquid coming out of the mouth, eyes, nose, or ears, or anyone who does not bleed with a bullet to the head." This here situation only adds to the conflict of border crossing and the already high crime rate.
Good luck finding out what really happened, after all, you may never even see one of these so called "zombies." You are the average, clueless, civilian, and the most you can know is that there is some sort of virus or disease that is only cured by death.
But, the thing you don't yet know, is the fact that everyone has this virus, but it just requires you to die for it to be initiated.
That being said, the riots are the least of your problems.
BACKGROUND INFORMATION:
You don't need to read everything for guns, just know what you're handling when you get something, and do me a favor, look it up.
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NATION MAP: htt p://i mgu r.co m/ Wuv haPt
PROVINCES:
DRAVOR: The by far, biggest, and mot rural, province of Reltica. Filled with farmlands, gardens, and small, little known of villages. This is the main food source when it comes to fruits and vegetables for the entire country. With four major cities, it still has some urban areas.
BLETZUAR: The origin of this illness, it is already somewhat infected and the government is trying to make sure nobody notices, which is really hard being that Bletzuar is the most industrial province and just about anything from plastic plates to HMGs is produced there.
CARTOLICT: The richest province, home to the Capitol city, Rancolff. Cartolict is also home to many military bases and airfields. Cartolict has the highest concentration of law enforcement and military.
GRANCINT: The coastal province, main income of fish, imported goods, and tourists. Has several beautiful beaches, but about twice that much not-so-beautiful beaches. Highly polluted, just not as much as Bletzuar.
RULES & GUIDELINES:
All standard ROBLOX rules apply, as do all standard roleplay rules, I'm pretty sure everyone who actually understood the previous text has some common sense.
No being OP. No acting like it. You can't magically heal from a gunshot in 30 minutes. You are not a one man army.
My word is law, if you made a terrible decision and you end up dead, you stay dead until you rejoin.
If you die, you may rejoin up to 2 times (sometimes there are exceptions).
Be realistic, that's the fun in this. Don't act like you know for sure that that the zombie apocalypse is going to happen, and don't just go around killing people if you're character is a frail old man.
Don't assume anything. Just because you're in a barn doesn't mean there are pitchforks and shovels lying everywhere.
CHARACTER SHEET:
Name:
Age: [18-50]
Occupation(s):
Province:
Appearance:
Personality:
Biography:
Before anything starts, I want to make it clear that this (quite obviously) does not take place in the real world, but is still very similar. There are still cars, public buildings, and just about everything you'd expect from the modern world. |
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| 22 Jul 2014 01:55 PM |
| Over-cast? I remember dat. |
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| 22 Jul 2014 02:16 PM |
Name: Astrid Vanhannen
Age: 30
Occupation(s): chemist
Province: born in Bletzuar, currently resides in Dravor
Appearance: light brown hair, fair skin, short (5 ft. 1 in.), thin, wears tennis shoes, blue jeans, and a gray shirt, blue eyes
Personality: highly intelligent, timid, kind, hesitant, tendency to over-analyze
Biography: Astrid had a normal childhood. Her parents owned a small shop in Cardac, and she and her family lived in the upstairs apartment. Her days were spent bike riding and visiting with friends down the street. One thing she hated about Cardac was the pollution and smog, and often desired for fresh air. She attended college in Bletzuar, where she earned a Master's Degree in Chemistry. After college she moved to Handich, Dravor, so she could get some fresh air and get a job as a chemist. She lives in a small apartment in downtown Handich.
Respect the science! |
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| 22 Jul 2014 02:18 PM |
| Accepted, we're going to start tomorrow if enough people join. |
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Zalchire
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| 22 Jul 2014 03:27 PM |
CHARACTER SHEET:
Name: Michael G. Valiston
Age: [18-50] 32
Occupation(s): Detective
Province: Rancolff, Cartolict
Appearance: Somewhat tall, standing at 6'3, other than that, he has a good posture, short, brown hair, clean, shaved face, and glasses.
Personality: Very serious, yet sometimes sarcastic, Michael is a very predictable, boring, person.
Biography: Lived and grew up in the Capitol, not much happened in the first 20 years of his life. Once he became 24, he became a licensed gun owner, settled down in an apartment, and went to college for a law degree. Then at 28, he joined the police and became what he is now, a detective.
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| 22 Jul 2014 03:37 PM |
| Accepted, but just so you know, being a licensed gun owner doesn't mean you have some large combat rifle, I'm not giving you any more than a handgun or a light civilian rifle. |
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| 23 Jul 2014 04:04 PM |
[ Two people gg ]
Astrid
It's around midday, you wake up from an unexpected nap on your living room couch. The small TV in front of you is playing the news, and is showing that there is some sort of riot in the Capitol.
Michael
You wake up to your cell phone ringing, it's 12:28. You're in your downtown apartment in Rancolff. The police department is calling, probably another murder. |
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Zalchire
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| 23 Jul 2014 04:08 PM |
Michael
I get up and pick up the phone, as I answer I begin to pace around my apartment. |
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| 23 Jul 2014 04:19 PM |
Michael
It's a staff sergeant.
"We got yet another murder, they want you to investigate." |
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Zalchire
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| 23 Jul 2014 04:22 PM |
Michael
"Another, you say, what happened this time?"
I walk over to wherever I store my gun(s) and look for whatever I use when I'm on duty. |
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| 23 Jul 2014 04:26 PM |
Michael
On your coffee table lies your Model 876E, ankle holster and 3 of it's 6 round magazines. Next to it lies your R65 "Ramkick" with 4 12 round magazines.
"A guy found dead in an apartment, shot with his own gun 11 times in the torso, once in the head. For some reaon there's no blood, it's all clogged up inside his body. |
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| 23 Jul 2014 04:29 PM |
| Hello again. Marked. Lemme read this first. |
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Zalchire
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| 23 Jul 2014 04:53 PM |
Michael
"Damn. That's a first. I'm on my way."
I load my guns, put on safety, put them into my holsters and get my apartment keys. I begin to walk toward the door, listening for a response while putting on a dark gray trench coat and black fedora hat. |
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| 23 Jul 2014 04:54 PM |
Michael
He hangs up, right after saying he'll see you there. |
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Zalchire
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| 23 Jul 2014 05:11 PM |
Michael
I exit my apartment, close and lock the door, and look for the elevator or stairs. If there is no elevator, I go down the stairs. |
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| 23 Jul 2014 05:55 PM |
Michael
You manage to get to the bottom floor via elevator. You see there are some people rioting outside, and you also see your car has been destroyed - windows broken, doors torn off. |
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Zalchire
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| 23 Jul 2014 05:59 PM |
Michael
I call the Sergeant back to explain I'm going to take a bit longer than planned because of this. |
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| 23 Jul 2014 05:59 PM |
Astrid
I watch the news, unable to take my eyes off of the horrific story unfolding before my eyes. I begin to get scared, and I am not sure what to do. All sorts of thoughts run through my mind. What is going on that is causing the riot? What if one happens here? I attempt to brush it off as just another incident being sensationalized by the media, but I can't seem to shake my fears.
Respect the science! |
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| 23 Jul 2014 06:06 PM |
Michael
He picks up.
"Something happen? I'm kinda busy right now." You hear him say while you hear papers rustling in the background.
Astrid
It goes back to the reporters, a male and a female. The males one says, "As you can see, the riots are out of control as of now, many houses have been robbed, cars destroyed, and places vandalized. We'll be back after the short break."
A commercial advertising some soft drinks comes on, followed by a commercial for a new show. |
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| 23 Jul 2014 06:39 PM |
Michael
"My car got wrecked, some vandals got to it. You got any idea on what this rioting crap is all about?"
I check my pockets for my badge. |
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| 23 Jul 2014 07:18 PM |
Michael
"Ah, dammit. Alright, I'm going to send a cruiser to pick you up. See you at work... hopefully."
You find your badge in your front jacket pocket.
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| 23 Jul 2014 07:23 PM |
Astrid
Ugh, I hate commercials, GET BACK TO THE STORY!, I thought. I went into the kitchen to fix a bowl of Cheerios and a glass of orange juice and returned to the couch, hoping that the reporters would be back to finish the story, and maybe clear my fears with some reassuring words.
Respect the science! |
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