RPG
Introduction
The television ad runs your 'standard' medical advertisement. Blandly attractive family, blandly attractive doctor, everyone's happy.
"Just a few injections of Xenaphrin and you'll be looking younger and feeling stronger."
"Immortal Medical Corporation: Helping you feel immortal."
A lot of white text at the bottom. Patent pending, ask your doctor, Tests so far proven once a day Xenaphrin for x days yields longer living cells yadda yadda.
You turn off the TV. No doubt it would be a long day at work tomorrow. The advertisement bugs you, though. You can't decide if it's a miracle or a curse.... people living so much longer than before.
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It was amazing what science could do. People were already finding ways of making you live longer... of course, not without controversy. The news talked about it at length. The testing hadn't gone very far but the Immortal Medical Corporation had already been lauded by the science community and attacked by the religious, and somehow had the funds for a huge advertising campaign. Before this, the Immortal Medical Corporation, based out of Woodvale, did little more than extra-strength wrinkle creams and lotions that soud well. However, testing was starting to come to the point where humans could be safely injected with Xenaphrin. Testing would begin soon, and IM could get an iron grip on the latest medical trends, and of course, be massively rich.
Or at least, that was the plan.
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June 23, 2017
Woodvale, a city in an undisclosed location within the United Kingdom.
Suburb: Industrial Park
Who: Dr. Walter Barrecks, Biochemist
Early signs of complications developed on the Xenaphrin project. Of course he was told to ignore anything minor such as mutations, as they would of course be present in the finished product. Testing continued, and few things went wrong with the mice. Old mice seemed more energetic after a few day's time, and even seemed to have a healthier coat. The younger mice stayed in their prime longer. One of the few issues was that the mice continued to function until their brains were shut down.
They'd work it out - humans when they died didn't seem to have the same brain activity left over. Eventually it came down to the big day. A very willing man named Harold Daniels was in debt after a particularly bad streak in a bad streak of casino trips. He drank and was looking a good ten years older than he really was. He was scheduled to get a test injection of Xenaphrin at the main lab of the Immortal Medical Corporation on June 23.
Attending the testing would be Walter Barrecks, a genius scientist who had done the backbone of the research but had been given zero recognition outside of the company due to his terrible work habits.
"Just a few injections of Xenaphrin and you'll be looking younger and feeling stronger."
"Immortal Medical Corporation: Helping you feel immortal."
A lot of white text at the bottom. Patent pending, ask your doctor, Tests so far proven once a day Xenaphrin for x days yields longer living cells yadda yadda.
You turn off the TV. No doubt it would be a long day at work tomorrow. The advertisement bugs you, though. You can't decide if it's a miracle or a curse.... people living so much longer than before.
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It was amazing what science could do. People were already finding ways of making you live longer... of course, not without controversy. The news talked about it at length. The testing hadn't gone very far but the Immortal Medical Corporation had already been lauded by the science community and attacked by the religious, and somehow had the funds for a huge advertising campaign. Before this, the Immortal Medical Corporation, based out of Woodvale, did little more than extra-strength wrinkle creams and lotions that soud well. However, testing was starting to come to the point where humans could be safely injected with Xenaphrin. Testing would begin soon, and IM could get an iron grip on the latest medical trends, and of course, be massively rich.
Or at least, that was the plan.
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June 23, 2017
Woodvale, a city in an undisclosed location within the United Kingdom.
Suburb: Industrial Park
Who: Dr. Walter Barrecks, Biochemist
Early signs of complications developed on the Xenaphrin project. Of course he was told to ignore anything minor such as mutations, as they would of course be present in the finished product. Testing continued, and few things went wrong with the mice. Old mice seemed more energetic after a few day's time, and even seemed to have a healthier coat. The younger mice stayed in their prime longer. One of the few issues was that the mice continued to function until their brains were shut down.
They'd work it out - humans when they died didn't seem to have the same brain activity left over. Eventually it came down to the big day. A very willing man named Harold Daniels was in debt after a particularly bad streak in a bad streak of casino trips. He drank and was looking a good ten years older than he really was. He was scheduled to get a test injection of Xenaphrin at the main lab of the Immortal Medical Corporation on June 23.
Attending the testing would be Walter Barrecks, a genius scientist who had done the backbone of the research but had been given zero recognition outside of the company due to his terrible work habits.
Rules
1. No godmodding.
2. Literate posts of at least 5 sentences.
3. Follow the character sheet when submitting.
4. Don't have a super epic character. No way would you have a sniper rifle, a desert eagle, an rpg, and a submachine gun. One weapon for your character that would be realistic to their job, unless military.
5. Civilian characters are harder to play as, but can be more rewarding. I'll show you respect for choosing hard mode.
6. Absolutely no OOC in the In Character posting. Thank you!
7. Romance is perfectly fine. No explicit sexual actions.
8. Vulgar language is suitable. This is a motherfucking zombie outbreak. People are going to be opening the dictionaries for new swears. That's how much shit everyone's in.
Name:
Occupation: See list below.
Description: including height, build, eyes, hair, skin, and distinguishing features.
Weapon skills/Fighting Styles/Skills:
Personal Strengths:
Personal Weaknesses:
Current Equipment:
Stats: 36 stat points to be doled out. 6 is an average civilian. 10 is inhuman, 1 is horrible horrible horrible.
STRENGTH: Character's ability to lug items around, and physical actions such as melee and escaping from a fight.
ENDURANCE: Character's ability to withstand damage, and ability to withstand sleep and infections.
AGILITY: Character's nimbleness, speed, and ability to dodge attacks.
DEXTERITY: Character's ability to hit a target, as well as their kinesthetic sense. This is important especially to those using ranged weapons.
INTELLECT: Character's intelligence ability. A person with an intellect of 3 or less wouldn't be able to speak properly, where as a 10 would mean an IQ of over 210.
JUDGEMENT: Character's ability to make rational decisions when dealing with enemies, zombies, and keep their cool.
Military: Soldier/Medic - Bonus to dealing with combat situations. They've probably had experience with fighting.
Police: Bonus to dealing with people. These people need to deal with criminals every day.
Fire Fighter: Bonus to endurance. These people wear a lot of gear when all suited up.
Wrestler/Boxer/Fighter: Bonus to melee fighting. They're trained to get up close and beat the shite out of things, whether it be through brute force or well place punches.
Doctor/Nurse/Surgeon etc: Bonus to dealing with wounds and sick people. Can patch up a cut like nobody's business.
Civilian - Specify: Bonus to finding useful equipment inside of buildings like houses and department stores.
Immortal Medical Scientist/Lab Assistant/Mercenary: Scientists can tell who is infected and have a deeper understanding of the zombies early on. Mercenaries know from experience that they must be shot in the head from the get go.
Keep it balanced. For every strength, you must have some sort of legitimate weakness to counteract it. I don't expect you to keep track of your ammo. Just remember. If you go guns ablazing, plan on running out. Also, your character should have skills related to their occupation. A boxer would probably have great stamina and strength, but perhaps could be balanced by having a hard time keeping his temper down and is a bit unintelligent. No one is a zombie expert besides scientists who had something to do with Xenaphrin.
MORE INFO TO COME! There's a ton of info in the IM universe!
2. Literate posts of at least 5 sentences.
3. Follow the character sheet when submitting.
4. Don't have a super epic character. No way would you have a sniper rifle, a desert eagle, an rpg, and a submachine gun. One weapon for your character that would be realistic to their job, unless military.
5. Civilian characters are harder to play as, but can be more rewarding. I'll show you respect for choosing hard mode.
6. Absolutely no OOC in the In Character posting. Thank you!
7. Romance is perfectly fine. No explicit sexual actions.
8. Vulgar language is suitable. This is a motherfucking zombie outbreak. People are going to be opening the dictionaries for new swears. That's how much shit everyone's in.
Name:
Occupation: See list below.
Description: including height, build, eyes, hair, skin, and distinguishing features.
Weapon skills/Fighting Styles/Skills:
Personal Strengths:
Personal Weaknesses:
Current Equipment:
Stats: 36 stat points to be doled out. 6 is an average civilian. 10 is inhuman, 1 is horrible horrible horrible.
STRENGTH: Character's ability to lug items around, and physical actions such as melee and escaping from a fight.
ENDURANCE: Character's ability to withstand damage, and ability to withstand sleep and infections.
AGILITY: Character's nimbleness, speed, and ability to dodge attacks.
DEXTERITY: Character's ability to hit a target, as well as their kinesthetic sense. This is important especially to those using ranged weapons.
INTELLECT: Character's intelligence ability. A person with an intellect of 3 or less wouldn't be able to speak properly, where as a 10 would mean an IQ of over 210.
JUDGEMENT: Character's ability to make rational decisions when dealing with enemies, zombies, and keep their cool.
Military: Soldier/Medic - Bonus to dealing with combat situations. They've probably had experience with fighting.
Police: Bonus to dealing with people. These people need to deal with criminals every day.
Fire Fighter: Bonus to endurance. These people wear a lot of gear when all suited up.
Wrestler/Boxer/Fighter: Bonus to melee fighting. They're trained to get up close and beat the shite out of things, whether it be through brute force or well place punches.
Doctor/Nurse/Surgeon etc: Bonus to dealing with wounds and sick people. Can patch up a cut like nobody's business.
Civilian - Specify: Bonus to finding useful equipment inside of buildings like houses and department stores.
Immortal Medical Scientist/Lab Assistant/Mercenary: Scientists can tell who is infected and have a deeper understanding of the zombies early on. Mercenaries know from experience that they must be shot in the head from the get go.
Keep it balanced. For every strength, you must have some sort of legitimate weakness to counteract it. I don't expect you to keep track of your ammo. Just remember. If you go guns ablazing, plan on running out. Also, your character should have skills related to their occupation. A boxer would probably have great stamina and strength, but perhaps could be balanced by having a hard time keeping his temper down and is a bit unintelligent. No one is a zombie expert besides scientists who had something to do with Xenaphrin.
MORE INFO TO COME! There's a ton of info in the IM universe!
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Places in Immortal Medical: Chronicles - A Retelling
15 postsWoodvale, UK
The city of Woodvale. Pre Infection Pop: 250,000
3 postsDowntown
Downtown. Zombie Central, Woodvale. Strip malls and small stores are everywhere. Not a safe place, but plenty of resources are to be found. Not a literal burb, just the center of the city.
8 postsBusiness District
Northwest end of town. The business district. The main IM lab is located here, as well as corporate offices. Not much other than offices and workplaces, except for a coffee shop or fast food here and there.
0 postsSuburb of Dulstside
In the northern east most part of the town. Chaffey Lane Police Department is located here, and Mikhos' apartment is also located here. Lower zombie population due to the recession having many places vacant and for sale.
2 postsSuburb of Goffstown
Located on the South East end of town. The upper middle class area of the city. Home of Goffstown Fire Department, Franklin Military Base, and St. Jules' Christian Academy.
0 postsSuburb of Whispenville
Southwest end of town. Whispenville, a once booming part of town, now has Woodvale Correctional Facility, it's own police department, Harrels PD, and Daniel's Health Clinic. Rumor is that an IM lab is also hidden somewhere in this slummy suburb.
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OOC Notes
Frank Jefferson was grinning. He'd be getting a ludicrous 40,000 pounds for just a few weeks of testing the newest drug of the Immortal Medical company. He'd get a ton of money just for what they told him was a new medicine that would make him younger, stronger, and not the flabby middle aged vending machine maintenance guy with the gambling problem. As he entered the IM HQ Lab, he felt like a celebrity. The first person to be able to live 30 years longer than the rest of the world. He was like the first man on the moon. He checked in (well, Frank did more checking out than anything) with the pretty young secretary in the front room before two security guards who looked like they were from a movie escorted him to the testing flat. It looked almost like a normal apartment... except the large windows looked out into an observation room. He'd be fine with that, except they might not - Frank slept in the nude and nothing was going to change that. Also of note was the nicely stocked refrigerator, filled with the microwaveable pizzas he asked for.
"The scientists, Dr. Burkehart and the man who created Xenaphrin, Dr. Barrecks, will be in here to explain shortly."
A nice apartment, 40 thousand pounds.... this was the life. All he needed to do was get a few injections every few days, and he might just end up a pretty happy man.
Lady luck smiled on him this time, for sure.
"The scientists, Dr. Burkehart and the man who created Xenaphrin, Dr. Barrecks, will be in here to explain shortly."
A nice apartment, 40 thousand pounds.... this was the life. All he needed to do was get a few injections every few days, and he might just end up a pretty happy man.
Lady luck smiled on him this time, for sure.
OOC Notes
Another test subject, oh boy. Rather be sober...
Walter wasn't joking, he would rather be sober right now, he had to do the first injection. His colleague might report him for sloppy work. Or possibly the bottle of Jack in his hand. Taking a swig, he ditched it in the trash and opened the door to the lab, giving gestures to the female technicians. Reading a clipboard in his left, he tried to fake a bullshit smile. His boss was real big on making these idiots happy.
"Well hello Mr. Jefferson, I see you're nice and healthy today. Appears you signed up for our supremo package, lovely deal, comes with free fish and chips. I'm told I have to ask if you wish to step down, but I have a feeling for the price you're getting, that's a no. Speak now if you don't want this needle. Xenaphrin may have several unforeseen and possibly negative side effects. Some seen in the rats included increased rage, slight necrosis, breathing irregularitie- you're not listening. With any luck, you'll injection will prove Xenaphrin effective at it's task. Tell us if anything feels weird in the next 24 hours." Walter had injected the man with the sample, taking the needle out.
Walter wasn't joking, he would rather be sober right now, he had to do the first injection. His colleague might report him for sloppy work. Or possibly the bottle of Jack in his hand. Taking a swig, he ditched it in the trash and opened the door to the lab, giving gestures to the female technicians. Reading a clipboard in his left, he tried to fake a bullshit smile. His boss was real big on making these idiots happy.
"Well hello Mr. Jefferson, I see you're nice and healthy today. Appears you signed up for our supremo package, lovely deal, comes with free fish and chips. I'm told I have to ask if you wish to step down, but I have a feeling for the price you're getting, that's a no. Speak now if you don't want this needle. Xenaphrin may have several unforeseen and possibly negative side effects. Some seen in the rats included increased rage, slight necrosis, breathing irregularitie- you're not listening. With any luck, you'll injection will prove Xenaphrin effective at it's task. Tell us if anything feels weird in the next 24 hours." Walter had injected the man with the sample, taking the needle out.
OOC Notes
"Got any Threes?" Kyle said to his poker buddies. They all shook their heads and all sighed at this boring day.
DINGDINGDINGDINGDING! was what they heard as they jumped on their seats. "Come on guys, there is fire!" one of them excitedly said as all of them goes, "WhoooOoo!". Surely it was a break for being in a boring day, although it was a pain to have fire, to the firemen of this town, it was a sort of adventure. All of them got on their fire gear, Gasmask, jacket and helmets, as they slid down the pole.
"It's my turn to drive punks," Kyle said as he climbed on to the truck and push the siren button. "Everyone know their assignments?" he asked as they went inside the truck. "ladder", "Controller", "Hose" , "Hose", they each answered. "And I'll control the pressure," he said and shout, "WhooooooOo!" as they exited the station and went down the road.
"Pepays Diner," the radio said, " in the SUBURB OF GOFFSTOWN, I think your near enough to see the smoke". One of them looked out and saw it, "Woah, what happened there? Over". "I don't know, the report said a blown LPG tank in one of it's stoves, over". "Oh, well, we'll get on to it then, Over and out," Kyle said, driving pass parked cars.
After a few turns they finally stopped at what seems your typical burning place. "Come on, let's go go go!" Kyle said exiting the vehicle and gave the hosers their hoses, "Let's kill that fire....".
DINGDINGDINGDINGDING! was what they heard as they jumped on their seats. "Come on guys, there is fire!" one of them excitedly said as all of them goes, "WhoooOoo!". Surely it was a break for being in a boring day, although it was a pain to have fire, to the firemen of this town, it was a sort of adventure. All of them got on their fire gear, Gasmask, jacket and helmets, as they slid down the pole.
"It's my turn to drive punks," Kyle said as he climbed on to the truck and push the siren button. "Everyone know their assignments?" he asked as they went inside the truck. "ladder", "Controller", "Hose" , "Hose", they each answered. "And I'll control the pressure," he said and shout, "WhooooooOo!" as they exited the station and went down the road.
"Pepays Diner," the radio said, " in the SUBURB OF GOFFSTOWN, I think your near enough to see the smoke". One of them looked out and saw it, "Woah, what happened there? Over". "I don't know, the report said a blown LPG tank in one of it's stoves, over". "Oh, well, we'll get on to it then, Over and out," Kyle said, driving pass parked cars.
After a few turns they finally stopped at what seems your typical burning place. "Come on, let's go go go!" Kyle said exiting the vehicle and gave the hosers their hoses, "Let's kill that fire....".
OOC Notes
"Sure, doc. I wouldn't miss this for the world." Frank said, dreaming about what he could get with his forty grand. The scientist said some things he didn't understand or care to listen to, and before he knew it, Frank had been given the first human dose of Xenaphrin. He was going to be Frank 2.0 and felt pretty good about it. He rubbed the spot of the injection, and it was pretty itchy. The skin was kind of pale and didn't look great.
"It's expected." Dr. Burkehart said. "You should be feeling brand new in just a few hours. You're a lucky man, Frank." Burkehart pondered if there was anything more to say, stroking his walrus mustache. "Just remember the Non-Disclosure Agreement and the other waivers. What happens here stays here. You are not to tell any family what we're doing. This is top secret research that our competitors would literally kill for. Hence the security."
Burkehart got up to leave. He glanced at Dr. Barrecks before leaving. He couldn't stand that guy, but damn he did his job well. "Time for a piss." He said out loud to no one.
Frank went over to the fridge. He opened it and grabbed a nice bottle of vintage zinfandel.
"Ah, this is some fancy stuff! Care to celebrate? I'm no longer in debt and am going to be healthier than I ever was. Sod exercise and a healthy diet, I've got the Immortal Medical Corporation!" Frank was ecstatic. He could feel himself flushing, but he didn't care.
Oh bugger this! I forgot my diabeetus medication at home! How in the hell am I supposed to go home and get it now? I've told everyone about this already.... I'd lose the forty grand for violating the NDA. Shit shit shit. I need to get out of here somehow and get back.
"It's expected." Dr. Burkehart said. "You should be feeling brand new in just a few hours. You're a lucky man, Frank." Burkehart pondered if there was anything more to say, stroking his walrus mustache. "Just remember the Non-Disclosure Agreement and the other waivers. What happens here stays here. You are not to tell any family what we're doing. This is top secret research that our competitors would literally kill for. Hence the security."
Burkehart got up to leave. He glanced at Dr. Barrecks before leaving. He couldn't stand that guy, but damn he did his job well. "Time for a piss." He said out loud to no one.
Frank went over to the fridge. He opened it and grabbed a nice bottle of vintage zinfandel.
"Ah, this is some fancy stuff! Care to celebrate? I'm no longer in debt and am going to be healthier than I ever was. Sod exercise and a healthy diet, I've got the Immortal Medical Corporation!" Frank was ecstatic. He could feel himself flushing, but he didn't care.
Oh bugger this! I forgot my diabeetus medication at home! How in the hell am I supposed to go home and get it now? I've told everyone about this already.... I'd lose the forty grand for violating the NDA. Shit shit shit. I need to get out of here somehow and get back.
OOC Notes
Watching the man go for the fridge, he had a sense of joy. "I picked that kind out personally, it's one of my favorite distinguished brands." He took his glass, tipping it back like it was nothing. "I think I'll have just one." He said, holding out the glass. This man was joyful about the medicine, and he should be. This was amazing. Once this went public, he was going to be rich, happy, and in charge of a harem full of girls who wanna stay young. Never a day without booze and a new liver.
"Well, take care. I've gotta attend to a girl in my office. Says she wants an internship. All about it." He walked away, winking to the test subject. Nothing like this ever occurred to him in college, he thought he would be making biological weapons until the end of time.
"Well, take care. I've gotta attend to a girl in my office. Says she wants an internship. All about it." He walked away, winking to the test subject. Nothing like this ever occurred to him in college, he thought he would be making biological weapons until the end of time.
OOC Notes
KT stretched as she woke, she was just resting her eyes....but she must of drifted off far more deeply than thought, she then calmly looked to her watch on her right arm and her eyes literally popped. ''Oh god!!'' She exclaimed as she jumped from the seat as slepted from in the Mess hall. She slipped her gloves back on grabbed and hosilstered her dual SMGs. Then a voice popped out, it was another security guard shaking his head.
''You know you shouldn't do that..'' He smirked as he puffed on a fag.
KT sighed, rolling her eyes. ''Yeah, but you shouldn't be smokin, bad for your lungs. Die quicker, run slower...''
She said as she licked her fingers and put them on the fag, she smirked as it went out and he groaned.
''Look, KT....you know you should take a break....you take this job to seriously, your lossing sleep for gods sake!''
He said conserned. KT looked away. She was not sleeping well.
''I am fine, you just worry about yourself, now. I got to go...before I am late...there is a new test subject, should be there with the other guard, he probanly have a go again..'' She sighed out.
The other security guard laughed and nudged her. ''Come on now, you get out og here kid.'' He smiled.
She nodded and she jogged away.
As she got to the Observation room she smiled to Walter. ''Hey, how are you?'' She said as she when to her post and awaited a answer.
''You know you shouldn't do that..'' He smirked as he puffed on a fag.
KT sighed, rolling her eyes. ''Yeah, but you shouldn't be smokin, bad for your lungs. Die quicker, run slower...''
She said as she licked her fingers and put them on the fag, she smirked as it went out and he groaned.
''Look, KT....you know you should take a break....you take this job to seriously, your lossing sleep for gods sake!''
He said conserned. KT looked away. She was not sleeping well.
''I am fine, you just worry about yourself, now. I got to go...before I am late...there is a new test subject, should be there with the other guard, he probanly have a go again..'' She sighed out.
The other security guard laughed and nudged her. ''Come on now, you get out og here kid.'' He smiled.
She nodded and she jogged away.
As she got to the Observation room she smiled to Walter. ''Hey, how are you?'' She said as she when to her post and awaited a answer.
OOC Notes
"Not really though," he said to one of the reporters that was interviewing him, "The fire wasn't that bad but they do have some violations on the fire code. One is lacking of fire extinguisher, it's actually right beside the entrance and exit. It means you have too run across the diner get the extinguisher then get back to the kitchen to put out the fire. That and none of the employees even thought or minded that there was one, they all just ran away". "And that is it folks, a fire sustained because of the fire work of the Fire Fighters," the reporter said as she faced the camera and waved goodbye with a sunny smile, "Back to you Dante".
Kyle stretched his back as he yawned off camera. The news crew were just talking about and the others just seem to be leaving. "Come on guys, let's leave, let the police handle this," he yelled at the others and walked to the truck. He climbed to the drivers seat and started it up as he waited for the others. "Have we re-secured the ladders and hoses?" he asked them as he looked back at them. "Pretty much," one of them said preparing for a ride back to the boring station.
((I'll pretty much not post much, nothing much of importance for now anyways. I guess I'll post to update on where my character is))
Kyle stretched his back as he yawned off camera. The news crew were just talking about and the others just seem to be leaving. "Come on guys, let's leave, let the police handle this," he yelled at the others and walked to the truck. He climbed to the drivers seat and started it up as he waited for the others. "Have we re-secured the ladders and hoses?" he asked them as he looked back at them. "Pretty much," one of them said preparing for a ride back to the boring station.
((I'll pretty much not post much, nothing much of importance for now anyways. I guess I'll post to update on where my character is))
OOC Notes
Walter had camera's in his office, each surveying a room with a test subject. "Mein gott, take a shit faster old man!" He had been waiting for Mr. Jefferson to come back into view for an hour. Granted, it wasn't above him to bug the bathroom with a camera too, but he wasn't interested in watching a guy's hairy bum. In a fit of anger, he wrote down prolonged constipation with a question mark on his pad. Reaching for his bottle of Irish cream, he mixed it with a iced glass of Jameson.
"Gutan tag, KT. Back to ask me on a date? Schedule's full, especially with that intern." He poured out a shot of Jameson for her, half expecting she wouldn't drink it.
"Gutan tag, KT. Back to ask me on a date? Schedule's full, especially with that intern." He poured out a shot of Jameson for her, half expecting she wouldn't drink it.
OOC Notes
KT raised her eye brow for a moment then gladly to the drink Walter offered her. ''Thanks Sir.'' She then took a sip to test if she liked it or not then gulped it down with a refreshing sigh then placed the glass on the desk next to Walter. ''Nice stuff Walter, seems cheap though since the kick is more of a poke.'' She smiled then looked into the screen. ''So, How is the subject?'' She then noticed the screen in the bathroom. ''Bugged the bathroom again? sometimes I wonder if you are parnioded when you do that. Something on your mind?'' She then leaned against a wall. She and Walter has been working together for quite some time, sometimes he would show her how to do things, scientific things that is, since she was so fasinated with it all. You could say she was learning on the job.
OOC Notes
With a sip of his delightful mixture, the scientist left the drink on the table. He daydreamed for a moment about the lovely things he was going to do once this project was on the road. "Ack, he's been in zhe bazhroom forever! I refuse to turn on his camera..." In his frustration, he gained his accent, but calmed himself by running his hand through his hair. Turning to her, he became to rattle off the test results and how they are prevalent. "...The mice and rats didn't show any negative symptoms until 24 hours passed, so the agent is working faster.. fascinating." He shook his head. "I'm getting ahead of myself, this ass could just be having indigestion from the fat ass pizzas he's been eating."
He stood up from his post, motioning KT to follow him. "We're going to check on him, would you mind?"
He stood up from his post, motioning KT to follow him. "We're going to check on him, would you mind?"
OOC Notes
Frank finally finished. He had eaten one too many hoagies the night before, with one too many slices of cheese melted. Ah well. He exited the bathroom and went into the "living" room and hit the vo-comm button.
"Orderly?" He asked into the microphone. "I need some fresh air. You know, smoke a stogie, that kinda thing."
"Sure, sir." The intern said, not really paying attention. "Just be back in five minutes. You know how it is. Don't move further than 10 feet from the building."
"Yeah, yeah, sugartits. I'll be back faster than you can use the loo." He smiled. Frank always admired how clever he was.
With a fast walk to the outside, he had one of his too expensive cuban cigars in his mouth. He smoked for three minutes before dashing out of sight and getting into his car. It might have been a stupid idea, but he left a spare key inside a hidden pocket on the seat - just for this kind of occasion where someone else has his keys.
He was out of the parking lot and at his own house for just a second. He wheezed as he got to the top of the stairs, and got his medication, not stopping to take it. He could do that when he got back, he decided, because he was going to be in deep shit no matter what he did. Oh god, oh god this is one big clusterfuck.....
On his way down the stairs again, he ran into the old eastern European cleaning lady for his neighbor, letting herself out. She was a good three inches taller than him and wasn't shy in the slightest.
"Frank, I thought you was on vacation in Bermuda?" Nadia asked. "If I were you, I wouldn't waste my vacation at home. You will worry everyone if you are home. Chester is not at home, perhaps you'd like a drink? He would not mind, the rich bastard."
Oh motherfucking shit. Nadya is hitting on me again.
"Nadya, no, I'm in a hurry." Frank was getting annoyed. Of all the goddamn times he could run into the old woman it was now. He tried to brush past her
"Nonsense, Frank. You always have time for a drink. Zat is what you would tell me." She winked, not getting the point, as she went to block him.
"No!" Frank grunted, red hot anger creeping up his neck.
"Well then, a kiss for the road? You can do that at least." She leaned in towards him and all she could feel next was a sharp bite on the lip, drawing blood. As she fell back, shocked, and scared, Frank left like a bat out of hell.
"Oi..... zat man needs keesing lessons." Nadya said to herself meekly. "A fiery old british fellow."
As Frank drove in a mad panic back to the Lab, he could feel his blood pressure raising even more. What the hell was happening to him? As he pulled into the Lab parking lot, he checked his cell phone, which he had turned off until now. He had been gone 20 minutes. No doubt they'd have security all over him when he got back, but at least he had his medication and wouldn't die or lose the forty grand. Everything was alright. He'd treat Nadya to a spa or something when he got the money as a peace offering. He didn't dislike the woman, he just didn't want to be friends with benefits. She was older, bigger, and all in all a bit scary.
Frank got out of the car, door slamming wetly in the evening rain. He crossed his fingers and hoped luck would be on his side again.
"Orderly?" He asked into the microphone. "I need some fresh air. You know, smoke a stogie, that kinda thing."
"Sure, sir." The intern said, not really paying attention. "Just be back in five minutes. You know how it is. Don't move further than 10 feet from the building."
"Yeah, yeah, sugartits. I'll be back faster than you can use the loo." He smiled. Frank always admired how clever he was.
With a fast walk to the outside, he had one of his too expensive cuban cigars in his mouth. He smoked for three minutes before dashing out of sight and getting into his car. It might have been a stupid idea, but he left a spare key inside a hidden pocket on the seat - just for this kind of occasion where someone else has his keys.
He was out of the parking lot and at his own house for just a second. He wheezed as he got to the top of the stairs, and got his medication, not stopping to take it. He could do that when he got back, he decided, because he was going to be in deep shit no matter what he did. Oh god, oh god this is one big clusterfuck.....
On his way down the stairs again, he ran into the old eastern European cleaning lady for his neighbor, letting herself out. She was a good three inches taller than him and wasn't shy in the slightest.
"Frank, I thought you was on vacation in Bermuda?" Nadia asked. "If I were you, I wouldn't waste my vacation at home. You will worry everyone if you are home. Chester is not at home, perhaps you'd like a drink? He would not mind, the rich bastard."
Oh motherfucking shit. Nadya is hitting on me again.
"Nadya, no, I'm in a hurry." Frank was getting annoyed. Of all the goddamn times he could run into the old woman it was now. He tried to brush past her
"Nonsense, Frank. You always have time for a drink. Zat is what you would tell me." She winked, not getting the point, as she went to block him.
"No!" Frank grunted, red hot anger creeping up his neck.
"Well then, a kiss for the road? You can do that at least." She leaned in towards him and all she could feel next was a sharp bite on the lip, drawing blood. As she fell back, shocked, and scared, Frank left like a bat out of hell.
"Oi..... zat man needs keesing lessons." Nadya said to herself meekly. "A fiery old british fellow."
As Frank drove in a mad panic back to the Lab, he could feel his blood pressure raising even more. What the hell was happening to him? As he pulled into the Lab parking lot, he checked his cell phone, which he had turned off until now. He had been gone 20 minutes. No doubt they'd have security all over him when he got back, but at least he had his medication and wouldn't die or lose the forty grand. Everything was alright. He'd treat Nadya to a spa or something when he got the money as a peace offering. He didn't dislike the woman, he just didn't want to be friends with benefits. She was older, bigger, and all in all a bit scary.
Frank got out of the car, door slamming wetly in the evening rain. He crossed his fingers and hoped luck would be on his side again.
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The scientist entered the hotel room, knowing that she had his back if there was something wrong. This guy could exhibit rage like the mice did. "Mr. Jefferson? Herr Jefferson, this isn't hide and seek. Come out here, we didn't see you and thought something was wrong." He scanned the room, seeing nothing odd about the bed or kitchen. He buzzed the nurse who let them in. "Excuse me, but why isn't Mr. Jefferson in his room?" Hearing the answer, he started swearing in German fervently. "KT, have your partners scan the facility and it's surroundings, ve have a missing patient. Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck. Vhy me?!" He ran out the room, looking around the halls for something, anything to prove the research hadn't left the building.
When he reached the lobby of the facility, he saw the man coming in. "I vill fucking kill you, vhere did you go?!" He had the man by the shirt, grabbing tightly.
When he reached the lobby of the facility, he saw the man coming in. "I vill fucking kill you, vhere did you go?!" He had the man by the shirt, grabbing tightly.
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Frank tried to remain calm as he was grabbed by the scientist.
"I had to smoke a cigar, that's all. I got a bit antsy so I walked around the building a couple times. Not my fault you have lazy security, right? If I walk around, it helps my circulation. I have diabetes and it helps keep the blood pumping. Speaking of, I need to take my insulin...... couldja let me go?" Frank's mind was racing everywhere at once. Did he make sense? He sounded like he made sense.
He was fine. Smooth talkin' Frank totally smooth talked his way out of another sticky situation.
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Mikhos did a quick U Turn in a parking lot, turning around and heading back from the edge of town towards Downtown. It was Saturday evening and the highschoolers would no doubt be testing their limits around the mall zone. "Hey guys, let's go 40 miles over the speed limit in a parking lot! That's what cool kids do!"
Mikhos smirked. It was only several years ago he was doing the same thing, though. He turned on his car stereo and tuned into some ska, something upbeat to keep the worst night of the week from getting on his nerves.
Few could tell the 2011 Mitsubishi Lancer was converted into a police car. It wasn't a standard vehicle, and the detective didn't mind. He was probably the last guy you'd expect to be a cop. It even surprised himself when all of a sudden he had enrolled himself into the police academy.
"I had to smoke a cigar, that's all. I got a bit antsy so I walked around the building a couple times. Not my fault you have lazy security, right? If I walk around, it helps my circulation. I have diabetes and it helps keep the blood pumping. Speaking of, I need to take my insulin...... couldja let me go?" Frank's mind was racing everywhere at once. Did he make sense? He sounded like he made sense.
He was fine. Smooth talkin' Frank totally smooth talked his way out of another sticky situation.
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Mikhos did a quick U Turn in a parking lot, turning around and heading back from the edge of town towards Downtown. It was Saturday evening and the highschoolers would no doubt be testing their limits around the mall zone. "Hey guys, let's go 40 miles over the speed limit in a parking lot! That's what cool kids do!"
Mikhos smirked. It was only several years ago he was doing the same thing, though. He turned on his car stereo and tuned into some ska, something upbeat to keep the worst night of the week from getting on his nerves.
Few could tell the 2011 Mitsubishi Lancer was converted into a police car. It wasn't a standard vehicle, and the detective didn't mind. He was probably the last guy you'd expect to be a cop. It even surprised himself when all of a sudden he had enrolled himself into the police academy.
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KT sighed, she had been observing Frank's behaviour and movemnet patterns for some times now, there was nothing to worry about, she knew where he was. She then ran after Walter. As she caught up to him she grabbed his arms gentially and queezed, it made him spasm without harm and made him release Frank, it was his pressure point everyone had one, even her. In her past she was a Surgeon so she knew the body from skin to bone. ''Sorry Walter but he needs to be in perfect condition, has you say.'' She said looking at him then looked to Frank with a smile. ''Hello Frank, my name is KT. I am one of the best security guards. I am sorry about my friend here, He is the scientist observing you, as well as me. He is abit paraniod at times, even though he won't admit it.'' She laughed alittle then spoke again. ''Kindly come back with me please'' She then saw him. He looked somewhat confused and his eyes dialated. She gentially placed her hand on his shoulder. She was never ruff with people, you could say that was a good trait to have in this line of work. ''Are you, feeling alright Frank? If not, tell me the symptoms, I am an ex Surgeon so I can help you.'' She smiled. For her medical know how she had a higher pay than the others guards, they respected her of this as they were quite old fashioned with veiws of women working. So she did not have it easy at first in the job, she had to work hard to get the respect she had earned. She then looked to Walter. ''Look Walter, His eyes are dialated....Is this normal, I mean in the mice? If it is then we need to get him inside and pump insulin into his body, fast.'' She said seriously.
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Sam hated having his garage just across the road from that damned Immortal Medical facility. The place never failed to give him the creeps, and he swore sometimes when he worked late nights he could hear faint screams coming from the buildings. Still, it had been the only plot that he could afford big enough for his business. There were currently two cars parked in the garage: a Ford Focus and a BMW M5. He knew which one he'd rather own. And which one he was going to spend more time working on so as to milk as much money out of it as possible. It was nothing personal, just that the owner was rich, and happened to work across the road in the lab he loathed so much.
He took a moment to look out of the one open garage door as a car speeded in through the entrance to the compound. There was definitely something big going on over there. You could feel it in the air. And see it in all the increased security around the building. He just hoped it wasn't going to ruin his day, particularly if the rabid media began to congregate, which would inevitably bring protesters, and that, in turn, would probably see some damage to his property, as it had last time. Whatever they were doing there, he hoped it was worth the potential trouble.
With a sigh he turned back to the Ford, dropped onto his trolley and rolled underneath it. A hand reached out from under the car, patted around a bit, and then grabbed hold of a large wrench. There ensued a lot of loud clanging, and then something fell to the floor and Sam cursed. The bloody exhaust had fallen off, this was going to be a bigger job than he'd first thought. Maybe there was some money in it after all...
He took a moment to look out of the one open garage door as a car speeded in through the entrance to the compound. There was definitely something big going on over there. You could feel it in the air. And see it in all the increased security around the building. He just hoped it wasn't going to ruin his day, particularly if the rabid media began to congregate, which would inevitably bring protesters, and that, in turn, would probably see some damage to his property, as it had last time. Whatever they were doing there, he hoped it was worth the potential trouble.
With a sigh he turned back to the Ford, dropped onto his trolley and rolled underneath it. A hand reached out from under the car, patted around a bit, and then grabbed hold of a large wrench. There ensued a lot of loud clanging, and then something fell to the floor and Sam cursed. The bloody exhaust had fallen off, this was going to be a bigger job than he'd first thought. Maybe there was some money in it after all...
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"Pft.... Eggs, milk, shampoo dishwasher," Kyle said with his arms on the handle of a push cart. He looked left and right to look for some nice canned goods. Biggo-Mart was not full of people, it wasn't that big either, he has seen bigger grocery stores. The Sound of Cha-chings filled the Mart as a costumer checks out every 5 minutes with a whole cart of groceries. "No MSG," he said holding one canned tuna, reading the ingredients, " made with real tuna".
"Sweet," he said and got 5 cans and placed them on the empty cart. It was his habit to not make a list and just go to the grocery store. It gives him confidence that he knows what he needs, that and he just goes to every single Aisle looking left to right then right to left. "Bread, need that," he said putting a plastic full of sliced loaf bread in the car, "Ooh, chocolate," he said putting a small bar of Hershey.
After a few minutes, he pushed his cart to the counter and looked at the cashier, who is some blonde girl with braces. "Hello," he said smiling and placed the eggs first on the counter for the girl to get and scan. "So, have you heard of Immortal Medical's new medicine?" she asked him as she scanned the items he was putting on the counter. "Actually no, but I heard it can cure cancer," the bag boy said who just arrived, "Yep that is another money maker". Kyle just kept to his own business putting the items on the counter.
"Sweet," he said and got 5 cans and placed them on the empty cart. It was his habit to not make a list and just go to the grocery store. It gives him confidence that he knows what he needs, that and he just goes to every single Aisle looking left to right then right to left. "Bread, need that," he said putting a plastic full of sliced loaf bread in the car, "Ooh, chocolate," he said putting a small bar of Hershey.
After a few minutes, he pushed his cart to the counter and looked at the cashier, who is some blonde girl with braces. "Hello," he said smiling and placed the eggs first on the counter for the girl to get and scan. "So, have you heard of Immortal Medical's new medicine?" she asked him as she scanned the items he was putting on the counter. "Actually no, but I heard it can cure cancer," the bag boy said who just arrived, "Yep that is another money maker". Kyle just kept to his own business putting the items on the counter.
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Having her squeeze his pressure point did little to convince him to put the man down. His words were slurred and confused as if the symptoms were setting in. "You're lucky my boss vould shitcan me." he set the man down, looking away to let KT deal with the situation. This was odd, it could be his insulin levels like he slurred, but this was more something he observed in the rat model. He feared the worst as the man started to groan and drone lifelessly.
It reached out, open mouthed to take a bite out of the guard. Walter threw the weight of his body into whatever Jefferson had become, slamming into his midsection. He felt teeth jutting into his lab coat, but they didn't piece the cloth. It fell to the ground, and Walter stuck a foot on Jefferson's neck. "I think he's exhibiting the same rage features as the mice, one vas found eating it's companions..." He was shocked enough to gain his accent again, ordering KT to cuff the man and bring him to observation. "Make sure he doesn't come into contact vith anyvone until ve know vhat's wrong." He was already in shock, taking a swing of a flask from his pocket.
It reached out, open mouthed to take a bite out of the guard. Walter threw the weight of his body into whatever Jefferson had become, slamming into his midsection. He felt teeth jutting into his lab coat, but they didn't piece the cloth. It fell to the ground, and Walter stuck a foot on Jefferson's neck. "I think he's exhibiting the same rage features as the mice, one vas found eating it's companions..." He was shocked enough to gain his accent again, ordering KT to cuff the man and bring him to observation. "Make sure he doesn't come into contact vith anyvone until ve know vhat's wrong." He was already in shock, taking a swing of a flask from his pocket.
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KT was shocked as the man tried to somewhat bite her. Lucky Walter knocked him to the floor. She stared at Frank for a moment. In her medical knowelege Frank was showing some symptoms of Radies but it was rare in humans as even Vets knew. But for Frank to go and bite her was extremely strange. She then nodded as Walter and cuffed the man. For safety she ripped part of Frank's clothing and wrapped it arouind his mouth, After he tried to bite her she didn't want him trying it with others. Never know, he could do it. She then lifted Frank from the floor ruffy but not to harm him, She didn't want him getting angry again. She then looked to Walter in consern. ''Walter....Why is he showing signs of rabies?'' She waited there for a answer.
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Watching her work, he almost got pissed. "Vhat'd doing, bring him to the quarantine!" He picked man up, pushing him forward. Looking at her, he apologized for snapping. "Look, I don't know vhy. The mice shown the mice shown the same traits. We thought we had gotten rid of the rage..." He scanned his mind, trying to remember all the details. "Those who exhibited rage also lashed out at their fellow rodents. One was eating the other's brain. We calmed the serum with a cocktail of drugs. How could the sample adapt to the drugs in so little time, this never should-" Walter took his flask out, nervous that something was eluding him. He ran down the halls after his swing, a panic attack sending him out the front door. Some of the guards grabbed him, putting him into submission to prevent him from leaving. "What is wrong with you, mate? You're bloody loony."
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She smiled at Walter. ''It is okay, I understand the stress of the job.'' She then saw Walter run, like he was panicing and she ran after him. Then she saw the other guards amd she frowned. ''Release him! Now!'' They done what they were told. Then one spoke. ''Sorry KT, but he was running like a crazed loony....'' They all went back to there posts. KT then could Walter up and hugged him and gentailly stroked his back to calm him. ''Come on now. What is the matter?'' She then released him and smiled at him. ''Look smarty pants. Lets go back and see what is up with Frank. I can't do it without you.'' She smiled at him waiting for a reply.
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Frank Jefferson's consciousness faded.... all he knew was hunger. Something deep inside of him needed the proteins in the flesh and the valuable nutrients of brains to keep alive. The Xenophagi running rampant in his body found that humans were an easy host. The blood could be used as energy for a period of time while the virus makes it way to the brain, where then it could fully control the host, an indirect way of getting the proteins it needed to produce its offspring and spread through bodily fluids. In just a matter of a few hours, the Xenophagus had devoured Frank's sugar high, energy filled blood and had made itself at home in the brain where it could begin to spread.
As the humans for just a second forgot about him, he was able to remove the gag. Nearby, something smelled fleshy in another room...... as he pushed open a door and stumbled inside, he saw the interning orderly from before. She had been texting obliviously the entire time, and sustenance was needed if the Xenophagus were to thrive.
Munch.
'EEEEEeeeeeeeekkkkaaaaghhhh!" The twenty-something shrieked as she was bitten on the neck.... a spot with plenty of blood and just a short trip to the brain..... she was a zombie, now. Frank looked to greener pastures. As he clawed his way back out of the room, security had regrouped and surrounded them.
"Doctor Barrecks, requesting orders!" A lean merc asked, black kevlar mesh armor creaking as he turned and attempted to get a straight order. "Do we terminate the two hostiles or not, sir?!"
As the humans for just a second forgot about him, he was able to remove the gag. Nearby, something smelled fleshy in another room...... as he pushed open a door and stumbled inside, he saw the interning orderly from before. She had been texting obliviously the entire time, and sustenance was needed if the Xenophagus were to thrive.
Munch.
'EEEEEeeeeeeeekkkkaaaaghhhh!" The twenty-something shrieked as she was bitten on the neck.... a spot with plenty of blood and just a short trip to the brain..... she was a zombie, now. Frank looked to greener pastures. As he clawed his way back out of the room, security had regrouped and surrounded them.
"Doctor Barrecks, requesting orders!" A lean merc asked, black kevlar mesh armor creaking as he turned and attempted to get a straight order. "Do we terminate the two hostiles or not, sir?!"
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As KT heard her radio she hissed as she clutched her fist. ''Sorry, Walter....I got to go. Seems Frank had went nuts and took a chunk out of the Intern...'' She then ran back to where Frank's signature on her tech strapped on her arm was. As she got there and pushed to the front and got her dual SMGs out. She then shot Frank in the head then holstiered her guns. ''Sorry Frank...'' She said quietly. She then turned to the other officers frowning. She was not happy. ''What were you doing?! Watching to see what happened?! Jeez!'' She then turned to the Female intern. She was showing the same symptoms as Frank just faster, Dialated eyes, greyish skin...and lets not forget she would of died from that bite...KT then took her guns out again. But just of safety. ''Hey, Kid...You okay?'' She asked as she got slightly closer. She was trying to cuff her to study her more.
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The panic attack had him in a trance, hallucinations of what would soon come flashing vividly in his mind's eye. He created this virus, and it was likely that it would spread. The rats.. their rage caused them to attack anything. What if it was an extra contagious pathogen, the rage would spread the city. Either way, he didn't want to be around when things tipped in the worst direction. He rushed to his car, cracking a bottle of Canadian Club he'd left in the glove box. It was turning dark, he had to find somewhere to calm his nerves. The arcade came to mind. The car blew out through the IM guard post, and off towards the mall. His was irrational that he was criminally speeding.
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KT then heard her radio go and picked it up, she stepped away from the Intern. ''What is it?'' She said in a tone that meant she was not in a good mood at all. The radio buzzed. ''KT, your science buddy is uh.....at the police station....'' Then the radio stopped buzzing. KT sighed and kicked the nearest thing. ''Boys, cuff her....I got something to do.'' She then slid through the other guards and exited the facility. She got into her car and drove to the police. As soon as she got into the police station, a policeman welcomed her. ''Hi, You must be KT. He has been moaning about you.....saying he whats you. Plus a said you had red hair. So yeah.'' The policeman said as he scratched his head. KT nodded and kicked the floor gentally. ''What did he do?'' She asked politly. Then the policeman popped his head up and spoke. ''Over the limit and driving...he also was speeding and crashed his car....but don't worry he was uh, cleaned up.'' He said grining sheepishly. KT then got worried but reframed her emotion. ''Take me to him.'' She said bluntly and then the policeman nodded and took her to him. She placed her hands on the bars of the cell. ''Are you okay?'' She asked Walter with a faint smile.
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Re: [OOC] Immortal Medical: Chronicles - A Retelling
You could keep his DEX low, of course. He just wouldn't be the most aware person in the world, and that's fine, after all .
Attention deficit hyperactivity disorder is NOT something that gets you a lot of DEX.
you choose the character and how to play it
Can I get approved in that case? I'm itching to write
EDIT: Sorry, I'm dropping out. Noones active except KT, and the creator isnt present for days.
Re: [OOC] Immortal Medical: Chronicles - A Retelling
And once more, PLEASE NO OOC IN THE IN CHARACTER AREA OF THE ROLEPLAY. THANK YOU.
Re: [OOC] Immortal Medical: Chronicles - A Retelling
Deathclaws wrote:I kinda did that on purpose for the reason you just mentioned. Insanely tired, very clumsy, easily killed, that sort of thing. Might jump off a roof and cling to the edge with a few fingers, muttering swears to himself.
Zombie Apocalypse WITHOUT comedic relief? Inconceivable
But if I were to deduct a point or two in judgement and add those to DEX, would that be fine? My problem is that I want him to be a terrible shot, and that doesnt go well with low DEX.
And freerunner? Are you refering to his style in battle, or someone who doesnt currently belong to the group and has yet to join?
By freerunner I mean an agile character who's main means of travel and fighting is running, jumping and generally being acrobatic to stay alive, and is frail etc.
You could keep his DEX low, of course. He just wouldn't be the most aware person in the world, and that's fine, after all - you choose the character and how to play it.
And Faithy - please just read all the posts before yours next time. You'll actually know what's going on.
Re: [OOC] Immortal Medical: Chronicles - A Retelling
Oh my!! I am so sorry....god damn it! no more god modding...I swear, just to let you know...it really was not intentional! I swear! sometimes I just get so ingrosed into the story....I forget that ^^''
I know fail, sorry again.
I will now do a new post and stuffs
I know fail, sorry again.
I will now do a new post and stuffs
Re: [OOC] Immortal Medical: Chronicles - A Retelling
I kinda did that on purpose for the reason you just mentioned. Insanely tired, very clumsy, easily killed, that sort of thing. Might jump off a roof and cling to the edge with a few fingers, muttering swears to himself.
Zombie Apocalypse WITHOUT comedic relief? Inconceivable
But if I were to deduct a point or two in judgement and add those to DEX, would that be fine? My problem is that I want him to be a terrible shot, and that doesnt go well with low DEX.
And freerunner? Are you refering to his style in battle, or someone who doesnt currently belong to the group and has yet to join?
Zombie Apocalypse WITHOUT comedic relief? Inconceivable
But if I were to deduct a point or two in judgement and add those to DEX, would that be fine? My problem is that I want him to be a terrible shot, and that doesnt go well with low DEX.
And freerunner? Are you refering to his style in battle, or someone who doesnt currently belong to the group and has yet to join?
Re: [OOC] Immortal Medical: Chronicles - A Retelling
Hey Death! Sorry, Walter and I have been so busy. I went to see my brother graduate and I recently got laid off at work and blahblahneedlesshomelifeinformationblah.
I'll review your application ASAP.
EDIT:
I've reviewed your character, and haven't rejected or accepted you yet.
Thinks I'd like changed:
For someone with a very high AGI, you might want to increase your DEX, as someone as agile as your character would need the spacial sense not to backflip out of the way of an attack and over the edge of a building.
Otherwise I see no issue with your character except we already have a "Freerunner" style character, but of course that's your choice to play the role.
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Also, Faithy, second warning for your post several days ago for completely interfering with the storyline. You did a completely impossible action and NOT to mention godmodded Walter again.
I'll review your application ASAP.
EDIT:
I've reviewed your character, and haven't rejected or accepted you yet.
Thinks I'd like changed:
For someone with a very high AGI, you might want to increase your DEX, as someone as agile as your character would need the spacial sense not to backflip out of the way of an attack and over the edge of a building.
Otherwise I see no issue with your character except we already have a "Freerunner" style character, but of course that's your choice to play the role.
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Also, Faithy, second warning for your post several days ago for completely interfering with the storyline. You did a completely impossible action and NOT to mention godmodded Walter again.
Re: [OOC] Immortal Medical: Chronicles - A Retelling
Seeing as there is a lack of a [closed] sign in front of the OOC and the RP, am I to assume that it is still open for new arrivals? In that case, I'll be applying in a few hours from now; Have to finish my picture first (hate not doing them myself)
Edit: It appears a colleague has borrowed my camera and taken it with him to rome. Expect the pic to be up within 48 hours. I'll go and prepare my post
Edit2: Submitted
Edit3: I realized the history part doesnt quite fit his strengths and weaknesses. Note that apart from being fast and jumpy, he really doesnt have any skills xD
Edit: It appears a colleague has borrowed my camera and taken it with him to rome. Expect the pic to be up within 48 hours. I'll go and prepare my post
Edit2: Submitted
Edit3: I realized the history part doesnt quite fit his strengths and weaknesses. Note that apart from being fast and jumpy, he really doesnt have any skills xD
Re: [OOC] Immortal Medical: Chronicles - A Retelling
I will comment that Walter wouldn't get picked up for drunk driving. I normally roll a natural 20 when have a driving skill check.
Re: [OOC] Immortal Medical: Chronicles - A Retelling
Faithy, I can't allow you to control Walter like that. Godmodding is completely unacceptable. Unless Walter gives you express control privileges to control him stated in this thread, your last post is considered nullified as if it never happened.
Re: [OOC] Immortal Medical: Chronicles - A Retelling
Thanks, Horzta. I thought it was a fitting word, as he doesn't really devour her. Just kind of goes out of his way to create more offspring, as he is the first zombie. If he ate her, she couldn't help spread it. Besides, it's an anticlimactic word, and it's fun to play around with what people expect and what they get.
Re: [OOC] Immortal Medical: Chronicles - A Retelling
"Munch" xD
Damn I imagined it being suspenseful and loudish, then a silent... munch xD
5 stars my friend, 5 stars
Damn I imagined it being suspenseful and loudish, then a silent... munch xD
5 stars my friend, 5 stars
Re: [OOC] Immortal Medical: Chronicles - A Retelling
Please, no OOC outside of this thread, Horzta.
Also, a map for the city has been added on the main page for the RP.
Keep up the good work so far guys :D
Also, a map for the city has been added on the main page for the RP.
Keep up the good work so far guys :D
Re: [OOC] Immortal Medical: Chronicles - A Retelling
The fireman and the mechanic are both Awesome! Just sayin'. RP IS A-GO. We're beginning a few hours before the outbreak. Feel free to post as you would like.
Re: [OOC] Immortal Medical: Chronicles - A Retelling
Alright, sorry for the delay, I was quite busy with work recently and tired and blah blah forgot about this.
Let's get this shooooow on the rooooad!
Let's get this shooooow on the rooooad!
Re: [OOC] Immortal Medical: Chronicles - A Retelling
Submitted a character, hope it is acceptable. I will be playing on Nightmare difficulty. :P
Re: [OOC] Immortal Medical: Chronicles - A Retelling
OOooooo!! some new peoples to the rp! hope we get much more!
Re: [OOC] Immortal Medical: Chronicles - A Retelling
Well Submitted a character, if you have anything else in mind, just go go go before you accept it...
Done it with your CS so yeah
That Army guy just made me lazy to redo so I'll go with A firefighter now =w=
Done it with your CS so yeah
That Army guy just made me lazy to redo so I'll go with A firefighter now =w=
Re: [OOC] Immortal Medical: Chronicles - A Retelling
2 days. 2 days is all I have to spare for advertising.
Re: [OOC] Immortal Medical: Chronicles - A Retelling
OMG! That's like in 2 days!! -melts- YAY!! can't wait!!
