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| 26 Nov 2014 09:23 PM |
A disease is spreading. It can kill rapidly, or kill slowly. It varies. Nobody exactly knows how it started, it's airborne, waterborne, and in many other ways, transferable. You get it, you have a 93% chance of dying. The CDC is trying to work it out down in Atlanta. The city of Boston, a city of 3 million, is the first to get this disease. Military has issued a gigantic dome, state of the art, to be placed over the city, to prevent it from spreading. Anybody who escapes the city will be shot on sight and their body burned. Military, in hazmat suits and tanks, surround the city of Boston, and a blockade blocks the ports. The city has fallen to anarchy, and many lay dead in the street. You die, or live. Simple. This is day 6. There is no outside contact. Most think the military is going to starve them out. Atleast, the civilians that are still alive. Some question the fact that they didn't just nuke the city to wipe out the infection. Anyways, there are small refugee camps of survivors in various spots, although most have been attacked, raided, or killed off by the disease. Bandits are the cause. Ruthless murderers, who want all for them selves. Death. Death. And finally, death. That is your outcome. Welcome to the quarantine city of Boston. Anarchy.
Rules: No escaping the city. We'll get to that later in the RP. You have to be extremely careful with everything. Otherwise, you'll die. Remember, this is anarchy, your people don't want to go strolling down the street. (you'll get shot or infected) There is no civilization here anymore, you have to fight for your belongings. There's no more going out to the grocery store in waiting in lines, you raid those stores and take everything. No godmod. If I see this, you get a warning and then a 1 day kick from the RP, each time you godmod. No Metagame. Your characters can't know where some other characters are by you just looking at other people's posts. No, you can't be military. aaaaand, potatoes.
CS: Name: Age: Gender: Appearance: Belongings: Other: You may add other things to your CS, such as personality, or biography.
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| 26 Nov 2014 09:28 PM |
Name: Tyler Jakes Age: 36 Gender: M Appearance: Brown hair, and a kept brown beard, white skin, brown eyes. 5'8, and 152 pounds. Belongings: Pocket knife, and a brown hiking bag. He hasn't really gathered much, he is holed up in his apartment. Other: idk potatoes |
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| 27 Nov 2014 10:26 AM |
CS: Name: Mason LePontoya Age: 24 Gender: M Appearance: Tall, brown hair/eyes, muscular, red Under Armour hoodie, khakis, dark tan hiking boots. Belongings: Butcher knife, flashlight (low battery), cell phone, basic food/water. Other: POTATOES
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| 27 Nov 2014 10:33 AM |
CS: Name: Laquisha Carter Age: 18 Gender: Female Appearance: African American woman with dark brown hair that reaches her shoulders, Laquisha is a very tall woman due to her milk drinking and she loves to throw things. Belongings: Condensed milk, pocket knife, wrist watch. Other: Loves to drink milk. |
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| 27 Nov 2014 10:35 AM |
| (Forgot to add some details to appearance) She's quite chubby, 5'9, wears a brown leatherjacket, dull tennis shoes, and sweat pants. |
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| 27 Nov 2014 10:36 AM |
Name: Big Bubba Age: 35 Gender: Male Appearance: Large African-American ex-convict. Tattoos all over right arm. Bald, 5 o'clock shadow for a beard. Belongings: basic food/water, shovel, headlight (the kind that you'd generically see on a miner's helmet or something), 9mm pistol (2 13-bullet clips of ammo), steak knife Other: Potatoes?
≈"Step aside, and you won't have to feel the awesome wrath of our mustaches."-Spongebob≈ |
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| 27 Nov 2014 03:00 PM |
Accepted, that brings us to 4 people, we can start now. :3
Tyler would peek out the boards that blocked his windows from his third story apartment. He could see 3 bodies nearby in the street. Sighing at the disaster, he turned around and plopped down on his couch to wait out another day. |
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| 27 Nov 2014 03:57 PM |
| She dropped her bottle of milk on the dirt surrounding her. Laquisha looked at her watch and picked up the bottle. Laquisha took a long sip of the condensed milk and looked around. Then she walked into an alleyway to avoid the sunlight and heat. |
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| 27 Nov 2014 04:19 PM |
| Mason sighed. 'Another day scrounging through this place.' He thought. He looked around Fenway, then he walked into a food booth storeroom, and started cooking a hot dog. "I'm suprised those still taste good," he says, looking at the wiener roller. "I think of the day when somebody else comes along." He takes the hot dog, and sits in the nosebleed section, watching as hundreds of those "things" down on the field. He looks down at his belt to make sure his pistol and cleaver are still there. 'Check', he thinks, and starts to day dream. |
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| 27 Nov 2014 04:29 PM |
| She looked around for some doors, and found a place to hide. It looked like a little diner with glass cups and tables with match chairs. In the back there was the kitchen, Laquisha headed into it to look for some food. |
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| 27 Nov 2014 04:51 PM |
| Tyler relaxes on his couch, although it is difficult with all of his stress. He could be dead tomorrow. He'd get up, thinking. One of his neighbors in his apartment HAD to have a gun in their nightstand or something. He'd grab a bandanna and wrap it around his face, then a hood and scarf. Hopefully this would protect him. He'd grab a hammer from his counter and walk over to his door and pull out some nails from the boards blocking it. He'd pull one by one. Holding his hand against his bandanna, he'd slowly open the door for the first time in 4 days. He looked in either direction down the hall, and crossed quickly, trying to open the apartment across. 'This was Jerry's apartment', he thought. He remembered how generic Jerry was, and looked at the welcome mat. He'd step off it and slide it over, finding the key under it. He'd pick it up, and unlock the door, pushing it open. He'd be wary of any bodies, looking around. He saw nobody. Until he entered the living room. He saw his old neighbor Jerry, a bullet through his head, and flies swarming around his body. A gun rested at his side. Tyler would rush out of the apartment and slam the door behind him, hyperventilating and trying to keep calm. |
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| 27 Nov 2014 05:23 PM |
@Shrek
Your usage of future-tense and 3rd-person in the same RP post confuses me. |
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| 27 Nov 2014 09:30 PM |
Big Bubba
I walk down the street, and see a black chick down the street drop her milk. "This is what they taught us in prison" I think to myself. I run at full pace to make the kill.
≈"Step aside, and you won't have to feel the awesome wrath of our mustaches."-Spongebob≈ |
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| 27 Nov 2014 09:38 PM |
tyler's in the north end
Tyler would regain his breath, swatting the sight of Jerry out of his mind. He'd stop leaning against the door and turn to his right, to the next door. He'd walk over, and jiggle the handle. It was locked. He'd cross the hall and open the door across, which was next to his apartment. He pushed open the door and walked into the apartment. So far so good, no bodies. He searched each rooms, no sign of anybody. He'd check all the cabinets and such, and proceed to the bedroom. He'd enter the master bedroom, and check the dresser, with no success. He checked the drawer under the flatscreen, and a colt revolver appeared. He'd pick it up and check the chambers for ammo. Sure enough, there was 6 bullets and 18 more in the drawer. He'd hold the shining silver revolver in his hands, inspecting it. He looked up at the door, coming to a realization he should get back to his apartment. He strode out from the neighbor's apartment, and back to his, and began to board the door back up. |
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| 28 Nov 2014 01:29 PM |
| Laquisha looked through the kitchen for some milk and a weapon. On the metal shelf, she saw a knife about the size of her calf, she snatched it. |
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| 28 Nov 2014 01:49 PM |
CS: Name: Kumi (Unknown last name) Age: 16 Gender: Female Apperance: Silver eyes, long black ponytail, 5'8, calm and patient looking. Belongings: Sniper (primary), Minigun (secondary), tiny medic kit, a pack of minty gum, military backpack filled with food and clothings. Other: (Bio) Parents and little sister died from diasease and ran away from home, surviving alone. She once fell in a ditch and lost part her memories about her past. |
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| 28 Nov 2014 01:54 PM |
A minigun? Sniper? Are you serious? Declined. |
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| 28 Nov 2014 02:15 PM |
| Ok scratch those, just a pistol? xD |
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| 28 Nov 2014 02:18 PM |
Name: Jack Ruthen Age: 35 Gender: Male Appearance: Tall, African American man, Chisled chin and broad shoulders, eyes are Hazel and has long black hair on one side of head and none on the other, about 163 pounds and 6 feet exactly Belongings: Long kitchen knife, rusty revolver with only one bullet, and a small pack for food. Other: None |
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| 28 Nov 2014 02:23 PM |
| Jack wakes up and steadily gets off a rugged old couch. He looks around his messy apartment for any new clothing. He walks up to a boarded up window and peeks out, he sees nothing he turns away and head back to his couch. He grabs a pair of rags sitting on the floor and puts them on ready for another day of survival. |
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