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Torn7790
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| 18 Jan 2013 07:47 PM |
WARNING! This is a Zombie thread. If you like them, great, join. If you don't, that's fine, but don't try and keep people who like them from playing them please. Opinions people, opinions!
Also, I might, just MIGHT, have had too much free time for making this and created much more than was necessary. You DO NOT have to read it all, just the actual story bit, rules, and equipment. Nothing else is required.
Aswell, I did very little proof reading, and iPad spell check cn only go so far. Plus, the majority of this was made while half asleep.
Lastly, if you've seen me make threads before, you know I manage them poorly. Very poorly.
P.S, Muffins.
Flesh
The world is at the end of the 18th century, nearing a new era. In London, England, crisp white snow blanketing the city streets and rooftops. Big Ben chimes four times in the evening, echoing over the city. Carriages ride on the roads, and citizens bustle about with their daily lives. Shop owners sell their wares, the police roam the streets, and life goes on as normal.
Out on the docks of London, a boat from the United States arrives. Onboard a single man is found, foaming at the mouth, skin rotten, gray, and maggot filled. His eyes are milky white, larva crawling out of the sockets. His mouth is covered in new and dried blood. Several bullet wounds are on his chest. His mutton chops are matted to his face by blood, and the hair on his head is tangled and pulled out. Around him are the mutilated corpses of his crew, half eaten. When the police attempted to apprehend him, he bit and killed several officers, despite several swords penetrating him. The man escaped down a dark alleyway. The police searched for hours, unable to recover the man.
The police officers who had been bitten howl in a clinic, some already dead. As the nurses cover them, they rise up quickly, biting chunks out of their caretakers. Out in the streets, bums rise up, tackling and eating pedestrians; uninfected police stab at the beasts, but only a few fall dead. Carriages crash, children run frantic, pubs bar their doors, corpses pile in the streets. The beasts howl and foam, blood pumping from them.
Big Ben chimes twelve times at midnight. The 19th century has begun...
—Rules—
•Realistic Names
•You have to start in London, but you can try and escape
•You can kill other players, but I'll try to make it difficult
•When killing something, you can't just say 'I kill it', you have to aim and fire
•When you get bit, your going to turn. You won't turn instantly, you'll have some time, depending on your character's fitness
•If you must have romance, keep it mild. I don't want mentally scarred children to come from this
•This all happens in real time, though you can't be harmed when your not on the thread. You'll be labeled as untouchable after four posts past from your last one, unless your following someone
•There is a limited amount of supplies. When they're gone, they're gone. Eventually, you will have to leave the city for food, or start growing food
•You can be a child, but other players cannot be your parents
•From what I can find, the life expectancy was between 30-50 years in 1800 (WARNING, this may be very inaccurate)
•Don't go crazy
•Be Warned, your actions do affect what happens further on in the Roleplay
•While the main part of this is survival, I have a story, along with several mini-plots to go with it, so that its not just grabbing food and shooting stuff
•Theme song is 'If Everyone Cared'
•You can carry one big gun, two 'pistols', one big gun and a melee, one 'pistol' and melee, or two melee at one time.
Starting Weapons:
Melee/
Light Cavalry Sabre: It makes cutting easier, but a stab is close to impossible, and the reach isn't quite as far.
Scottish Broadsword: It stabs through quickly, but a cut won't do very well, but the reach is some what decent.
Hammer: If you need a description, check a toolbox in your house...
Gun/
You start with twenty bullets but only enough gunpowder to fire ten.
Flintlock: It isn't as loud as most guns, and is far easier to carry. It's not quite powerful, and the range is quite short. Reloading is a bit faster than most guns.
Brown Bess: This gun makes a fairly large amount of sound, and is difficult to carry for long distances in urban areas. It's got good power and range, but it's difficult to reload.
Nock Gun: This gun makes a sound close to a cannon, and is considerably heavy. It's firepower is very strong, and fires seven shots at once. Of course it's got a pretty strong recoil. It takes a very long time to reload and has very short range.
Start Supplies:
( )= How many are available. [ ]= Slots needed each. { }= Can be carried on waist.
Drink/
{}(1) Water Canteen: It will hydrate you faster and give you energy, and can be refilled. [2]
(1) Bottled Milk: It will given a few moments of strength, and the bottle can be broken and made into a weapon. However, it can shatter in the knapsack. [1]
(1) Syllabub: It will cause pain to dissipate (go away or not appear), and give quite a bit of energy. The bottle can be broken and used as a weapon. This can make the drinker sick, and causes poor vision once they next wake up. [1]
Food/
(2) Fish Wrap: A chopped up fish rolled up in a bag. It will help stop bleeding and make you stronger, but rots quickly and can give a disease. [1]
(5) Bread: One loaf of bread can be cut up into seven slices. Bread must be consumed the day you have it, or it will lose its affects and instead make you sick. Each slice of bread will permanently increase your overall health by five hits, but you will tire quickly for the next few days. It can also be mixed with other foods to increase the hunger it fills and combine the effects. [2]
(3) Cheese: Cheese can be kept for a very long time, so it is best for long term food storage. It can be cut into four slices, each slice permanently increasing your stamina by four, but it doesn't heal for much.[1]
You have five slots in your first bag, and ten on your waist.
Infected Type
Bedlams: These are the common infected, simply walking in the streets foaming at the mouth. They will bash their faces and fists against walls and streets, howling.
Urchies: They are just like Bedlams, but in child form.
Bobs: These are nothing more then infected police. They are dangerous however because they have their helmets, and the 'death grip' has them usually holding a baton which they use to beat you with.
Hercules: These are infected who had been rather muscular when they were alive, and still are as infected. They are very difficult to kill, their skulls rather thick. A bullet to the head will kill them, but a melee weapon will have difficulty killing them.
Blighters: These are infected who aren't actually hostile. They lye on the ground, with a strange dark gray fungus growing out of their heads. The smell of this fungus causes extreme nausea and attracts infected from fifty meters away.
Chirurgeons/Chirs: This term is used interchangeably. It can be an infected barber, nurse or general healer, or an infected carrying a sharp object to cut it's meals, whether the meal is alive or dead.
Coach and Triple Sixes/ T-Sixes: This term is used for the general infected animal, but mainly horses.
Goths: These are infected whom have been infected for a long time, their bodies severely decayed. They are generally smarter but weaker than Chirs and Bedlams.
Masks: These are infected whose faces have become distorted either from blood, decay, or abuse. All the same, Masks tend to be stronger than Bedlams.
Vampires: These are simply infected with sharp teeth and red eyes. They have no special powers, and do not burn or...sparkle...in sunlight. Their eyes are red because their blood flowed awhile after they died, and then rushed to the brain to give it oxygen, but stopped in the brain, slightly swelling the head, and making red eyes. Their teeth are sharp because of all the bones they gnawed on. They are dangerous because their red eyes frighten survivors, keeping them from shooting. They are also tailed by other infected, who are attracted to the smell of the blood in their eyes. They are most often only out at night, since the heat of the sun expands the blood in their eyes overtime, popping them.
"It's a shame for ya lost yer head, a careless Vampire who wound up dead. You wore your sin like its some kinda prize, too many lies, too many lies..."
Living Enemies
Blood Mohocks: A reborn group of the deadly London gang 'The Mohocks'. They often dress as common thugs, though the leaders often carry tomahawks and wear feathered headdresses.
The Hawkubites: They also dress as common thugs, thou they have black hawks painted on their hands.
The D.C: They are shirtless, and quite pale. They carry large broken fence posts.
Cleaners/Maids: They are odd men carrying strange and small barrels, which they throw about, setting things alight. They have cleaning supply's strapped across their chests, which they often used on killed infected, and sometimes living ones.
Troops: Troops wearing blue versions of British uniforms patrol the streets. They have cloth pulled up over their noses and mouths, and wear old Italian plague masks.
Mercenaries/Reapers: They are men wearing hooded leather armor with skull like masks. They carry scythe like weapons, strange vials with a purplish orange liquid in them embedded in the long hilt, a small trigger where the hand grabs.
The Fathers: They are men dressed as Catholic priests, killing all survivors, thinking of them as sinners or heretics. They bash their enemy's skull in with a cross, and control the majority of the churches.
*= Optional
/Soul Sheet\
Name: Birthday: *Parents/Guardian(s): *Sibling(s): @ge: Gender: Appearance: Occupation: *(English, Irish, Indian, etc.) Ethnic: *Bio: *Disability(ies): Fear(s): *Dream(s): *Regret(s): Melee: Gun: (5 slots) Knapsack: (10 slots) Waist:
*/Infected Sheet\
Type:(Goth, Chir, or Bedlam) Gender: Where Were You Infected: Where's The Infection Bite: Appearance: Sharp Object (If a Chir):
Disease can spread through:
•Scratch •Glass Cut •Bite •Mosquito
Symptoms:
—Severing the infection site will post pone symptoms by four hours—
•Hour 1- Sore muscles and red eyes, and a green phlegm builds on the teeth
•Hour 2- The muscles are severely sore, and the eyes are bloodshot. The phlegm has turned black, and now the skin is turning gray
•Hour 3- The skin is ripping, and the muscles have gone numb. The blood barely flows at all, and the eyes have gone blind. The limbs are useless at this point, and the phlegm is building in the lungs, causing labored breathing. Death is possible at this point
•Hour 4- An extreme headache, while the rest of the body is numb. Yu can barely breath, and your hearing is pathetic at best. Your skin is rotten and ripped, your bones cracked, and you smell like a dead body. The majority die at this point
•Hour 5- If you have very good fitness, you can make it to hour five. At this point, your teeth have rotted out, maggots are infesting your muscles, you can just barely manage a single breath. Almost all of your skin is gone, the muscle torn and inflamed. Your limbs are now burning horribly, and you feel blood dripping from your black, blind eyes. No one makes it beyond this point
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Torn7790
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| 18 Jan 2013 08:47 PM |
| And nothing of mine failed more epiclly :D |
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Torn7790
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| 18 Jan 2013 10:21 PM |
| Fina shamelesssbump until tomorrow. |
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abuca222
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| 18 Jan 2013 11:09 PM |
Name: Leon Birthday: 1/14/???? *Parents/Guardian(s):None *Sibling(s):None @ge: 26 Gender: Male Appearance: Tall, regular sized. Occupation: Bartender *(English, Irish, Indian, etc.) Ethnic: German *Bio: ? *Disability(ies): Fear(s): Turning into a zombie(?) *Dream(s): *Regret(s): Melee: Light Cavalry Sabre Gun: Flintlock (5 slots) Knapsack:3 Cheese (3) Bread (2) (10 slots) Waist: 5 Water Canteens (10)
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Torn7790
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| 18 Jan 2013 11:14 PM |
Flesh:Accept:Leon
Welcome to the end. By the way, your birth year is 1773 if you're 26. Also, the 'Bio' thing is basically just your life story. All that's left is where you start. This begins at the twelve o'clock chime. Where are you in London? |
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abuca222
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| 18 Jan 2013 11:20 PM |
| Hmm.. Do I need to name a exact area, or can I just make up a bar name or something? |
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Torn7790
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| 18 Jan 2013 11:22 PM |
Flesh:Abuca
You can just make up a bar name and give very general area, like Western London or something. |
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abuca222
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| 18 Jan 2013 11:23 PM |
Ok...
I'm in a bar named "The Floating Duck" (lol) and its in the north side of London. |
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Torn7790
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| 18 Jan 2013 11:28 PM |
Flesh:Leon:Welcome to Paradise
The few drunkards stubborn enough to not leave The Floating Duck (best name ever), now coward in corners, finishing their pints. Outside, there was the the low rumble of crumbling building, foundation probably destroyed by a lone cannonball. |
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abuca222
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| 18 Jan 2013 11:30 PM |
(How do you want me to RP?)
I take a peak out the window, and I jump back scared sick. Outside the window stands a creature with maggots for eyes. I quickly close the windows and take a running dive to the bar. |
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| 18 Jan 2013 11:39 PM |
(Just act the way you would. I'm not going to make you do anything specific, though if you put your name with each post, it'd help me have less brain farts. Also, nice touch putting the zombie outside, instead of, oh, inside your cellar...)
Flesh:Leon:Oh, What Would You Do With A Wasted Zombie
An older man came from by the cellar stairs, complaining. He has an annoyingly thick French accent. "Moisuer Quack, I heard crashin from your cellar. If that worker of yours gets those Demons to come for us-" He stops suddenly, breathing hard. |
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| 18 Jan 2013 11:39 PM |
| I ask if anyone wants to come with me, I am going outside and im going to try to make it my house, which is only a few blocks down. I stare out the window, and then puke. I sit down, waiting to see if anyone responds. |
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| 18 Jan 2013 11:42 PM |
Leon
... I ask for the others to watch the old man, and I sit him down at a seat. I take out my saber and cautiously creek the cellar door open. |
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| 18 Jan 2013 11:46 PM |
Flesh:Leon
Not a single customer stands, instead crowding further towards a corner. They cower a whimper like little babies, while the old French man cringes in the floor, huffing. |
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| 18 Jan 2013 11:47 PM |
| (Blast, the order of events :I) |
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| 18 Jan 2013 11:48 PM |
| *sigh* I walk over to the french man and sit him in a chair. I proceed to find a rope in a storage closet (pls) and I tie him up. I open up the cellar door, with my saber drawn and I grab a lantern of the wall. I slowly walk down the stairs to the cellar. |
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| 18 Jan 2013 11:49 PM |
| (I need to pay more attention. So which one you want to with, the house run or cellar?) |
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| 18 Jan 2013 11:51 PM |
| (Ehh... I will investigate the cellar. |
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| 18 Jan 2013 11:52 PM |
(Alright, no cringing old French dude on the floor)
Flesh:Leon
No one stands to help with the cellar. The old man wheezes, though the chair seems to be helping. |
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| 18 Jan 2013 11:54 PM |
| (Herpin dergin, I need to pay attention. Yeah, a rope would be in the closet, that sounds fine.) |
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| 18 Jan 2013 11:55 PM |
| I yell up some obcenetys that would make a sailor blush, then I hit the bottom of the cellar and swing around my lantern. |
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| 18 Jan 2013 11:56 PM |
| (* obscenities, sorry, im half asleep) |
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| 18 Jan 2013 11:58 PM |
Flesh:Leon:Potty Mouth, I Bite Yo Face Off!
As your lantern swings, a man impaled by a broken crate becomes illuminated in the quivering light. The small window open to the street having collapsed. Outside, the stench from the rubbish canal pours into the cellar. Quickly, the impaled man, rose, snarled, and lunged. However, he forgot to lunge around the support beam and smacked his face. |
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| 19 Jan 2013 12:00 AM |
| (Its a Bedlam btw. And don't worry about spelling issues, only reason I'm doing fairly well is spell check :I) |
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