These forums are suffering! They are at risk of being removed! Show some spirit! Kill some zombies![/Center]
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28 Months later, By GM Gmanjudo
Join at any time if a position is open!
Current players :
Gmanjudo
ICheeze
Cactuscat222
Injury
Rules :
The first 2 posters after my initial post are the 2 additional players. You don't need to go in any specific order, the only guideline is to not double post... being a forum rule this comes as a no brainer. I will be setting up the story so that all three of us are together, but based on your personal decisions you may simply leave the group if you please. I will also be setting our general conditions, so no one gods themselves by giving themselves tanks or something unrealistic like that.
~ Let us begin ~
That damned smell was in the air again, rotting flesh, all three of the soldiers had smelt it enough to become accustomed to its presence. Alright with it? Definitely not. The stank stretched on for miles at a time occasionally, and when a fresh killing was made it lingered on their clothes, their hair, and worst of all, all around them in the wind. Every time it appeared, it didn’t necessarily mean “They†were close, nor did it even mean anything was close. The smell simply was there, practically ingrained into the very fibers of the earth at this point.
“Burch! Gun up, to the north. I think I see movement.â€
The 2 other soldiers watched as Burch raised his newly cleaned old war sniper rifle. Practically in mind condition, this kind of a novelty weapon was indeed very hard to find in such great shape, after so long, and exposure to the elements, most metals were rusted by now, but Burch had cleaned his gun fairly well. With “Faith†etched into the side by a soldering pen, the “lucky†gun had yet to miss.
“A small group. 4? No, 5. In the bushes. Probably found some poor dog.â€
The group of three soldiers were in the outer suburbs of a Swedish town, and dogs and the such were no rare source of food fueling the “things†still around. Of course there were still humans around, but they were a novelty, just like the gun Burch had claimed, They could be found, but were general insane, practically dead, or hiding with a small group soon to be killed. When such groups were found of course they were given a map, compass, and locations as to a safe area, but by the time they would get there, the safe area would probably be abandoned, or ravaged by the “thingsâ€.
“Let’s save ammo, take them out with the blades.â€
The soldiers each had their own set of weapons, Burch with “Faith†the sniper rifle, a standard pistol, and a combat knife, and the two other soldiers with Tactical machine guns, standard pistols, and of course, knifes of their own. They all took out their blades, and started making their way towards the creatures.
“Damned zombiesâ€
The smell grew stronger as they began to reach the grouping.
“Oh damn. It’s a fucking kid! A fucking kind! Why the hell was he alone in the middle of the suburbs.â€
What they thought earlier to be a dog, now indeed turned out to be a small child, already no more than carrion, spare flesh for the zombies. His mutilated face stuck in perpetual sadness as the soldiers watched the “things†continue to tear at him with vicious intent.
“Normally they just bite damn it. Take them out quick.â€
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28 Months later, By GM Gmanjudo
Join at any time if a position is open!
Current players :
Gmanjudo
ICheeze
Cactuscat222
Injury
Rules :
- This is first off, a five player game. I am indeed a participant, meaning it is actually only a 4 person game.
- The point of this game is simply to expand on a continuous story of survival. So writing skill, or at least dedication will be required.
- The story must be realistic... we are indeed average humans, so no jumping 50 feet, or incredible strength...
The first 2 posters after my initial post are the 2 additional players. You don't need to go in any specific order, the only guideline is to not double post... being a forum rule this comes as a no brainer. I will be setting up the story so that all three of us are together, but based on your personal decisions you may simply leave the group if you please. I will also be setting our general conditions, so no one gods themselves by giving themselves tanks or something unrealistic like that.
~ Let us begin ~
That damned smell was in the air again, rotting flesh, all three of the soldiers had smelt it enough to become accustomed to its presence. Alright with it? Definitely not. The stank stretched on for miles at a time occasionally, and when a fresh killing was made it lingered on their clothes, their hair, and worst of all, all around them in the wind. Every time it appeared, it didn’t necessarily mean “They†were close, nor did it even mean anything was close. The smell simply was there, practically ingrained into the very fibers of the earth at this point.
“Burch! Gun up, to the north. I think I see movement.â€
The 2 other soldiers watched as Burch raised his newly cleaned old war sniper rifle. Practically in mind condition, this kind of a novelty weapon was indeed very hard to find in such great shape, after so long, and exposure to the elements, most metals were rusted by now, but Burch had cleaned his gun fairly well. With “Faith†etched into the side by a soldering pen, the “lucky†gun had yet to miss.
“A small group. 4? No, 5. In the bushes. Probably found some poor dog.â€
The group of three soldiers were in the outer suburbs of a Swedish town, and dogs and the such were no rare source of food fueling the “things†still around. Of course there were still humans around, but they were a novelty, just like the gun Burch had claimed, They could be found, but were general insane, practically dead, or hiding with a small group soon to be killed. When such groups were found of course they were given a map, compass, and locations as to a safe area, but by the time they would get there, the safe area would probably be abandoned, or ravaged by the “thingsâ€.
“Let’s save ammo, take them out with the blades.â€
The soldiers each had their own set of weapons, Burch with “Faith†the sniper rifle, a standard pistol, and a combat knife, and the two other soldiers with Tactical machine guns, standard pistols, and of course, knifes of their own. They all took out their blades, and started making their way towards the creatures.
“Damned zombiesâ€
The smell grew stronger as they began to reach the grouping.
“Oh damn. It’s a fucking kid! A fucking kind! Why the hell was he alone in the middle of the suburbs.â€
What they thought earlier to be a dog, now indeed turned out to be a small child, already no more than carrion, spare flesh for the zombies. His mutilated face stuck in perpetual sadness as the soldiers watched the “things†continue to tear at him with vicious intent.
“Normally they just bite damn it. Take them out quick.â€