Zombie Apocalypse (roleplay)

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    • OOC: agreed.
      Btw, my character is an android. No sense of touch, smell, or taste, but enhanced sight and hearing.

      I, having managed to hide from the attackers, approach from behind, taking them out one by one, not significantly reducing numbers, but relieving pressure from the others.

    • "Greeaat." Struggling to get up on the crutches again, I balance myself and limp back inside the house, picking up a molotov on the way.

      However, while on my way to the stairs, I notice all the corpes slumped around the two rooms. And instantly recognising some of them, even with all their bodies mangled. Damn, I guess I was one of the few left of the original group.

      I went up to my room, peered out the window, and held the molotov incase it was really gonna be necessary.

      colonel, we managed to avoid drowning!

    • "Shit, shit, shit!"
      Kor was pinned down, Goons coming from one side, and more circling around to flank him.
      Sure, he had more Molotovs. Two of them, in fact, but what use are they if you're dead before you use them?

      However, some deity above had mercy upon him, and granted him an escape route. A lone pipe on the wall, leading up to the roof.
      He decided now was the time to make like rain and get the hail out of there. [OOC: Am I funny, or what? *Gets shot*]

      The goons rounded the corner, and found only their flanking allies. They weren't the brightest of the lot, apparently, as one shot on reflex at the other squad, with humorous results.
      A kick to the teeth occurred, but no deaths. Luckily, the hooded man planned on fixing that.

      They looked, left, right, all around, but not up. Big mistake.

      One bang, one death. Second shot, second death.
      Those two kills were all Kor got before they DID look up, and opened fire.
      In response, the man dropped a molotov on their heads, causing the survivors of his surprise attack to be burned alive.

      He just hoped the flames wouldn't catch and turn the house he was standing on into ashes.

      You know, most people call me insane...
      That's what happens when I try to reason with people, they don't like it, and I eventually end up turning them to charcoal in the end...

      Why are you looking at me like that?

      Despite popular belief, I did not draw the avatar I'm using. I can't draw.

    • i killed 13 with 18 rounds.. nice result. i was reloading an setting up the scope when two bandits recognized me. and for gods sake, i didn't saw them. they ran up the hill, stood behind me. "time to die, filthy rat !" the lft shouted. i rolled as fast around as i could. i took out the left one with my deagle but not fast enough to get the second one. he threw a nife into my stomach, the pain was stunning.. he went slowly towards, with a smile on his face. my left arm was stunned by the pain, but my right arm was nearly allright.. i rolled around again, pushing the knife deeper into my flesh. the pain was amazing.. i grabbed the deagle with my right arm and shot. the first bullet hit his leg, the third fourth and fith went straight in his chest. my sight went black.. i tried to croach up the hill again, but the pain choked on me. After 2 minutes i finally became unconscious
      I can´t understand People who don´t like Criminal Minds. This show is like an offering to enter heaven.
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    • OOC: My character's name is Kor, not Tristam. Remember that, now.

      IC: Bright green and amber eyes stared from above, staring as Ori massacred the survivors of his onslaught.
      When he killed the last of the squad, Kor struck.

      He leaped from the rooftop, and came down hard, landing on top of Ori and bringing him to the ground.
      "Oh no you don't. We're going to have a little chat here."
      He sat on the man's back, preventing his escape.

      "So tell me. What's with the metal around your neck? You look perfectly human, so what's with that, eh?"
      Apparently, that squad of goons Ori and Kor killed was the last of them, at least for now.

      You know, most people call me insane...
      That's what happens when I try to reason with people, they don't like it, and I eventually end up turning them to charcoal in the end...

      Why are you looking at me like that?

      Despite popular belief, I did not draw the avatar I'm using. I can't draw.

      The post was edited 1 time, last by stryder221 ().

    • i look around, slicing a goon's head off before running over to ori and kor. "where's tristam?" i say as i head towards the house. seeing the mangled corpses made me drop my katana, but one of them i immediatly recognised as tears welled up in my eyes. "n-no....."

    • Kor was silent for a few seconds. That was way too easy.
      "No, I don't think so, metal-head. You're going to tell me the whole story. Who knows, maybe I'll tell you mine in exchange?"

      "Who's Tristam?"
      He asked as Skyler made an appearance.
      When she broke down crying, however, Kor saw no other action other than let the stupid android go comfort her.

      He did just that, and finally got himself off of Ori.

      You know, most people call me insane...
      That's what happens when I try to reason with people, they don't like it, and I eventually end up turning them to charcoal in the end...

      Why are you looking at me like that?

      Despite popular belief, I did not draw the avatar I'm using. I can't draw.

      The post was edited 1 time, last by stryder221 ().

    • Ooc: Wow all fun is here I see :) Mind if I join as well? Since it is amazingly active.

      Ic:

      Name: CJ
      Age: 20
      Appearance: wall321.com/thumbnails/detail/…er_www.wall321.com_55.jpg (without the guns...too steampunk-ish for this occasion)
      Weapons: 2 Walther P99 and a military knife, knows how to use sniper and other than that she improvise with anything she can find
      Personality: free spirited, daredevil, brave, aggressive, social, intelligent, stubborn, proud
      Other: Former military police Academy senior before the outbreak, rides a motorcycle and moves from place to place inside the city
      likes bravery and discipline, sugar, guns, rides, heavy music, to loose up from time to time, hates traitors, zombies, arguing

      (Ooc: If it is fine...)

      Ic: *break the glass on the roof opening of the pharmacy and jump in whistling and looking around for bandages to wrap up her arm after facing a couple of outcasts* Ah, here we go. Sweet. *take bandages and put them into the bag along with other things she needed when a zombie appeared behind the counter. It was a pharmacist* Oh, so there is someone here. Oh I'm sorry sweetie, I forgot I should pay for this. *pull the gun and shoot zombie between the eyes smirking* Keep the change hot stuff. *frown when more zombies started hitting on the front door dragged in by a shot* My my, too crowded for me. Time to run. *pull shelves and make an improvised ladders to reach the top opening and get out reaching her motorcycle on the back side of the building* That went well.
      On the outside I may appear like an emotionless sarcastic piece of shit, but just like an onion, when you peel off more layers, you find the exact same thing every single time and you start crying.



      If the world didn't suck, we'd all fall off!