The year is 2305, humanity is on the brink of extinction.

It began in 2195, when American president Kieth Margony foolishly used nuclear weapons in a civil war causing horrible mutations amongst the populace.

the people of america didnt go under any phisical changes at first. Instead they became insane, there were reports of people seing thingsthat didnt exsist, as time went on the magical bond between parent and chld becam broken as adults stranlged ther offspring for no apparent reason, then entire families began tearing at each others throats. there was chaos in the streets as soldiers of the uninfected north desperatly faught to retake the infected south, but, the infected gained a sense of togetherness as they united to fight the north. northern soldiers were pushed back as the infected grew stronger......smarter......and faster.

there was no hope. four years into the infection the entire american continent was overrun as the world looked on in shock.

in 2224 a french lead epedition to the americas landed in america, they spent a month in there. they faught for there lives every night as they had discovered that the infected were seemingly allergic to sunlight. unfortuanatly one of the expedition members had been infected when he was bitten by one of them. this wasnt noticed until they had landed "safely" back in france. two weeks later it started all over again.... this time the world was under attack.

all thats left is a county in England, the final stronghold of humanity...... yorkshire!

you have the choice of fighting on the side of humanity and fighting the scum of the earth. or fighting against them as the infected threat.
use the charecter template below to create your character

Name:

Age:

Race:

Gender:

Apearance:

Inventory:

Weapons:

Military/Civilian (human only):

What do the 'infected' look like, exactly?

-Dropping Out-

oh sorry im new to this (plus memory is very very bd)

the infecte are gortesque. many with there organs being visible, rotting flesh, some have phisicaly grown. or basicly if youve ever played halo id imagine theyd look like the flood

Only played a few snatches of THAT festival of mediocrity, but I know what you're talking about...Give me a moment. I'll come up with something...Might as well take the position of master of the infected, for the sake of ego. XD

Name: Dax (But refered to simply as King of the Infected)

Age: 105 (since mutation)

Race: Infected

Gender: Genderless (referred to in masculine terms, hence 'King')

Appearance: He is a huge, hulking mass, well over ten feet tall. His rotten flesh has been ripped and torn in so many place its more like scraps, revealing strange, grotesque organs everywhere. The King is immobile, his mass mostly made up of a huge, bulging stomach area, which is fleshless and held together by transparent membrane. He reeks of the dead, and from his pores and mouth seep a black ooze that, if it touches your skin, sends you into a seizure, and eventually turning you into another Infected. He stays in one place only: his throne room, and so does no fighting. However, black tentacles sprout from his back, allowing him to grab at anything within reach.

Inventory: None.

Weapons: None.

I'll mostly be playing as the Infected in general, if that's alright with you, while the King's more of a background guy.

Name: John Whelsley

Age:23

Race:Human

Gender:Male

Apearance:*note picture was taken 3 years before present*
Average build not too skinny not too musculure. has dark brown hair,weres a moorland ghilie with face camo, has several scars from unkown causes.

Inventory: a headset for comunicating with superiors and dealing out orders for his squads, shovel. night vision goggles, a pack of kinder maxis in case of emergencys.three pairse of socks.

Weapons: 1 morreti rapid sniper rifle, L85A1 with grenade launcher, pistol

Military/Civilian (human only):Military luitenent in the royal anglican division positioned in the yorkshire dales.

Bio: John was born during the final stages of the european crisis, he was born in pinderfields hospital and grew up in wakefield, when he was 14 he joined the amry cadets and carried on to join the army like many other young men in britain. he was sent to dunkirk attached to the royal norfolk division, to rescue european civilians and soldiers, when they reached dunkirk there was nobody left only bodies and the infected. he is now a key member of the royla anglican gaurd reformation and is one of man kinds only hope of reprival. information on his family or relationships are unkown.

Motto(S) always have enough socks 1 pair for feet one for hands and one for down below, for ST george!

also you can start your adventures any time im not gona be on for a while anyways

ok then lets see your allowed up to 3 charecters and each charecter can have as many sub charecters as you want following them or what ever just let your imagination run wild!

Name: Lesietta De'Vinci (Lesietta of Venice) [Underground resistance code name: Pulse]

Age:20

Race: human

Gender:female

Apearance:
black hair, tall figure (5'8), slightly tanned, (I have a teeny picture up )

Inventory:Weapons (below), cell phone (specifically for contact with secret officials of an underground public resistance), and a small first aid kit (bandaging, small alcohol, needle and medical thread)

Weapons: 2 Browning 9mm Hi Power semi-automatic pistols with a black finish-- AND -- 2 twin set- European (Fairbairn Sykes) Stilletos (daggers)

Military/Civilian (human only): Civilian

BIO-> Lesietta was born in Italy. She lived a life watching her father as a bounty hunter. She also was witness to the mutants killing him and her mother. She was an only child, so she was left alone.

She grew anyways. Lived with a group of men who called themselves the Hidden Resistance. They raised her like one of them. Hard, tough, serious, and determined. Hating the mutant generations.

Finally Italy was being overrun. Venice was being flooded by the monsters. Most of the Resistance fell. But few fled to England. Lesietta was one of them.
Now she is trying to find a way to expand the Resistance and join forces with the military and government, to bring an end to the mutant rampage.


(Hope you like her )

not bad enemy you could have your setting in italy of course underground but it probably wouldnt work too well with italy being overrun by the infected but what ever have a go see what happens

The sun had rissen lazily again for the millionth time it glowed a vile red. it signalled moderate safety John was leading a trainee group of soldiers into the lancastrian badlands. it had been 3 days since they set out from Royston Vasey. on each night they faught back to back against countless of the infected saved by there most affective weapon..... stealth.... The group have been trained in the art of stealth using there ghilies to blend in to there surroundings. they succesfully managed to dodge,weeve and crawl passed the infected hordes. on one night all that stood between them and certain death was one of the many challener mkVI tank wreckages from the infected invasion. an entire night was spent in the scolded wreckage with the horrific howls litteraly no more than 5 ft away.

but any way that was then. the team had been were no man had been for a long long time.Manchester, its believed to serve as an infected forward base of operations (if any actually occur). The streets were abandoned. tumble weed roled over the roads and pathways, blood stains could clearly be seen all over the place. John spoke into his headset, "this luitenant John whelsley of the anglican gaurd to home front one we are proceeding to manchester city center over? the home fronts were fortifacations that spread all over the yorkshire border connected by a huge 10,000000 volt fence powered by nearly the same amount of wind turbines and solar pannels (they were assembled rappidly when the remnant forces of europe began to fall in essex) the home front radio man responded with a cheerfull tone of voice almost mocking them that theyre there and he isnt.

"ok team you know what weve gota do" John explained his plan but ill tell ya as seen as you dont know. step one, secure the city center, check all rooms then head up to the roof. step two, begin temporeroly sealing off the first two floors windows and doors! step three, destroy all roof top objects (even the dome) step four wait for SAS forces to arrive.

to make more sense of the teams mission, ill say that there goal is to retake manchester and hope fully gradualy retake lancashire.

so, the team set to work systematticaly destroying roof objects and even managed to take the dome off....with a couple of c-4s of course. after naerly 10 hours of work. they stopped, all of them looked at the sky... the sun was falling back behind the penines. they dropped there tools and took up there weapons. "this is luitenent John Whelsley requesting air support over? "*interfierance*"this is british army luitenant John Whelsley requesting imediate air support over!" after two minutes of static they heard the demented call of the infected. John crouched down at the roof egde and waved his arm up and down to signal the rest of his men to get down "noise at minimum, equip silncers and get ready!" he whispered.

ten tense minutes passed. John picked up his head set again."this is Luitenant John Whelsley requesting imediate air support over". just then over the horizon bright flashes began to iluminate the horizon. John aimed wdwon his sniper rifle in the direction of the glow he saw atleast 6 v6 talon gunships making there way towards the city unleashing a hail of chain cannon fire and napalm missile fire onto the infected streets. "this is Flight sergeant Robert Major of the royal airforce you alryt down there?" *needs to be edited ma computers goin slow at the moment *

Screaming was everywhere. And her phone rang. It was Riccardo.
"Pulse reporting." was the first exchange of words.
"This is Bullet. They have invaded Venice. No time for reconnaisance, escape if you can."
"But B-"
"No time. Leave Pulse. When this call ends you will be forwarded a map leading to the safest location in Europe. You must go."
The call ended.

That was days ago. . .

It had been exactly five days, racing on a black stallion named Lusseria. It meant lust in Italian. Because Lusseria was a highly prized race horse, who once even spent her time bucking Italian cowboys on the live rodeo podcasts on the Internet.
She was quick, exactly what Lesietta needed. Speed without worries of gas and whatnot. True- a car could go faster, but if she ran out of gas it would mean finding a functioning gas station. There wouldn't be one for miles once she was outside of the Italian borders.
Her pistols were nestled close to her hips. Comforting her the entire way. Her orange shades blocking the bright red sun as it rose and fell over and over.
But she was close now.

Lesietta was approaching England. The only safe Haven she'd heard of. The haven where her surviving comrades were headed to. Her horse raced over the soft rolling hills that used to be beautiful foreign cities. Galloped over the stone rubble of shrines and temples for rulers long past.
She had an ancient device plugged tight into her ears, playing ancient music as well. The sleek little iPod having been tinkered with until it was revived. And now hers to use. Anything was better than listening to the silence.

Lesietta knew she was very close now. She could see the tall borders up ahead. Racing from the sunset, she began for them. But all too soon was her peace disturbed.
Lusseria bucked once, stomping an infected mutant. Time for action. Lesietta cranked up the volume of her hard rock music as she lifted the 9 mm pistols from their places, and fired off into the ground, bursting through the mutant. There might not be a better aim on earth than her. Her shades were even designed with a targeting mechanism. All foreign technology of course. Technology she wasn't supposed to have. Shipments fresh from Japan's last surviving colony.
The music was Disturbed, and the song was Fear. And it was perfect when she was killing.
Another appeared behind her stallion with a wretched screech, and she buried a bullet in it's forehead in seconds, cutting the screech short in instants.
More of them were approaching. Targeting her. They really wanted some didn't they? They would surely get it on this path.
Lesietta stood on the stallion and turned, facing backwards as she aimed carefully with both pistols, and began firing down mutants in the distance. The only thing that may have kept walking after one of her custom bullets struck it was a mutant with a mutated skull. Lesietta was a top of the line fighter.
Her black hair whipped across her face, and even that didn't stop her. Not even a little. Her lips were in a tight line as she fired more and more. Their numbers were increasing. But something else broke through the sounds of the heavy-metal voices in her headphones. Gunshots not her own. Lesietta had no time to look, only time to kill.

Almost there. Only a little further, and she will have escaped these rampant beasts...

OOC: if it needs changing tells me ]

id just like to ask how do you get pictures up without posting a link to a seperate website?

OOC: If you go to a site like photobucket you can search images and when you find the one you like you click it and scroll down it will have four codes you can copy and paste. Copy the one that is for Forums and Bulletins.

the roar of the rorsche (pronounced roarsh) engines of the talon gunships thundered over the city hall, Johns team were egging them on cheering and dancing on the roof. John peered over the edge of the building and shouted "take that you cheeky blighters you dont like RAF do you!" he turned around at a precise 180 degrees and awaited the landing of talons. one talon landed on the roof as the rest circled with there ca=hain guns blazing in all directions,
out of the cock*teehee*pit stepped a rather tall man dressed in his advanced target finder head gear and such.

"ay up could hear your distress call.... so.... what you doin out here anyway?" he asked in a suspicious tone."weve been sent by hombase one to clear a landing zone... well here for the SAS.we'e planning to retake manchester as soon as we get the right equipment. but still we're restricted of blowing this crap hole to bits because of all the national heritage buildings!" John explained. the night went on and the talons faught on. the pilot made a call to homebase giving the all clear for the SAS to be dropped in. 5 mintutes passed until the men saw a rapidly aproaching transport craft carrying the SAS and even a squad from the cold stream gaurds. they landed perfectly delivering there cargo. one SAS member aproached John and Robert "the names CPT Price 22nd SAS pleased to meet you" John recognised the name from somewhere maybe when he was playing classical games on his playbox in the pub one day.
non the less he extended his arm to shake hands with CPT price. " about bloody time annall weve been waiting for ages for you...urgh never mind lets get to work!" John said over the sound of the aircraft engines.

Johns squad and the SAS went downstairs to negotiate plans. they began ordering equipment for barracks's and heavy weaponry and other defensive materials to fortify the building.

they spent the night huddled together on the roof keeping constant watch as seen as the talon squad left to refuel and re arm.

the morning broke with the sound of a dying mutant groaning.the soldiers awoke and stretched off. John looked at the horizon and at the sun. for the first time in his military career he saw a beutifull sunrise bright and yellow, he smiled and turned to see another welcoming site 14 transport craft carrying ther equipment and even more soldiers, he smiled again. he took a union jack with a white rose in the middle and raised it up on a makeshift flag pole.

the transport craft landed and began to unload the equipment that was asked for. John got his men to fortify th etown center and place heavy duty spotlights and massive subwoofers on the side of the building. he then took out an old "CD" and placed it into a music converter and set it to track twelve "breaking bejamin , breath"
he turned the converter to full blast and ordered his men to the roof, there they partied in a mosh frenzy.the party went on for a good 4 hours. when the CPT price decided it was time to carry out the job theyd beeen sent to do. John agreed. the men set out leeving behind the men that had just arrived that morning.

after twenty minutes of walking they came upon a statue a memorial to be exact, to the british scotish and irish troops who faught in british war of independance from europe. the men took a moment in homage to them, and carried on walking.

it was now mid day around 2 o clock. John called for dinner time. the men sat down on a round a bout and took out there meals. jam sandwiches and packets of crisps were handed out amongst them while CPT Price boiled a kettle for some tea. a good time was had by all. that was until they had to pack up. with the team being in manchester they were always prone to rats. especilaly now they had enough food to feed more than a family of rats they were litteraly being chased by them.

one private opened fire on the little buggers a bullet crushed the skull of one but ricoched of the floor and sraped the skin of of CPT prices head. CPT price stood still in the midst of the rats, a vain began to pulsate on the top of his head, he turned veeerry slowly and walked up to the private who was ripe with fear! "what the F*** was that!" he screamed as he punched the private in the chest. " be more f****** carefull or ill have your ntsack next time!" he shouted as he walked away, the private lay on the ground choking and trembling.
*end of part....3?*

Lusseria stormed to the gates. Large metal locks that shifted and twisted until they opened.
Lesietta was still standing on her steed firing at the mutants, until they were inside and the doors closed.

"Welcome to Yorkshire." said a machine on the gate, transferring the voice of someone distant who was watching.
"You need to come and sign papers and get tested for the safety of the other citizens here. Thank you."

Lesietta paid little attention. The most they got out of her was a "Fuck you." before her and her steed trotted down the streets.

The place seemed cozy, a little too uptight, and nothing like the metallic river-city of Venice. She missed it already.
The people eyed her suspiciously for the pistols she still had sitting in her hands as she settled right ways on her horse. Sliding her guns back into the holsters, she took a deep breath.

"Wonder where this will lead me.."

hmm looking good. lets see were was I

John helped the private up onto his feet and whispered to him "id stay clear of him you know what the SAS are like... remember London?" the private nodded out of fear. John patted him on the shoulder and marched on.

it took the squad another 40 minutes to reach there destination.....B&Q warehouse. the soldiers scrambled inside with there night vision goggles on.they relaxed when they got inside as there was no roof, hence no need for the goggles. the men manned one of the awkward trolleys each and began shopping for more industrial lighting extension cords and other unnecesary items such as carpets plant pots and one soldier even came out with a ride on lawn mower. by the time the soldiers were finished nearly the entire shop was empty so they set off back to the town center hitching a ride on the asda trolleys the lawn mower was pulling.

evey 50 meters or so they stopped and placed some of the lights and set off again they did this all around greater manchester until they arrived back at the town center.

the lads came in and headed up to the roof top. there they played games ranging from poker to hopscotch. but while they played John sat on his own staring out into the irish sea thinking about his past, his dark past, until his stare was broken by CPL andrews "sir....sir?....there here!" the CPL tapped John on the head with his rifle "sir! its the infected sir there here!" John stood up alarmingly he walked over to the others who were staring down at the whirling pit of doom. "whats your plan sir?" asked his original squads first sergeant. after a long pause John said " press the big red button!" the first sergeant gulped and walked over to the big red button case. he opened it....took a deep breath, closed his eyes and pressed the button, all the soldiers except John fell to the ground in fear as he pressed the button. but to there amazement they were still there but a blinding light iluminated the night sky.

light was the only visible thing the only thing that could be heard was the laughter of the men the screams of the melting infected and blaring of lordi "the devil is a loser" pouring out of the mega sub woofer system. John stood at the edge of the building laughing like an insane man screaming "take that mother f******!!! your my bitch now!!!! "

the light becam brighter and the intensity rose until all went black.

the next morning,....... John awokewoth a blaring head ache as did many of the others. some still giggleeing over last nights light fest. John looked at CPT price who as tanding on the edge of the building "you better come take a look at this" Price said, John lazily rose and stretched wobbled a bit (like you do on a morning) he then waltzed over to the edge and in amazement choked on his own tongue. he stared down. the streets were covered in dead bodies and smashed lights and glass he then chuckled to himself.

he then radioed to homebase to send the 2nd army and the engineer corps to reocupy manchester. it was a record. the first british no! the first ever infected city to be retaken!

as an award John and his team were all recomended for VC medals and high military honour medals and were given leeve for 2 weeks when after they would be sent into the infected heart if britain.......London!

It was time to stop riding a horse through one of the most advanced cities in modern day civilization.
Lusseria was left on the street's side as Lesietta decided to repay herself for the five and a half day trip with a new journey to the bar.
She was never one to get drunk, but a little alcohol hurt no one. And it was like old times, drinking with Riccardo and the Resistance boys back in Venice.

The place was tall and the lights were bright. Inside were the type of people Lesietta would've known back home. Hard old boys looking rough and ready for a fight... And the occasional sad drunk wondering why his life was so utterly pathetic.

Lesietta sat herself on the stool at the bar. The bartender tapped the spot in front of her and laughed.
"Well, not often we find ourselves serving women. Nice to see your kind here. What's your name miss?"

Lesietta laughed. He reminded her of the Resistance General who was also the Venice bartender. His name was Izaac.
"Pulse." her code name was what she used constantly. People were not to know of her existance. Her records were burned along with her parents' bodies long ago.
"Well my name is Kirk. What can I get ya'?" he smiled. A bulky man with lots of muscle. A little black goutee with his shaggy black hair- cute.
"Tequila Sunrise."
"Ouch, alright." he smiled, fetching the drink.

Lesietta lounged back a bit and looked around. Two men watching her.
She laughed and pushed the shades further on her face. Her eyes would not be seen by these fools. They edged closer.
Hope they were ready for a bar-fight they wouldn't forget because Lesietta didn't like strangers unless they served her alcohol...

John had just recieved his VC from her majesty queen margaret the third and he was already in the local pub still dressed in his ceremonial red clothing . a crowed had gathered round him asking him questions as he supped his pint. "whats it like in lancashire""are the infected gone now" "can i have your autogrpah?" the stupid sort of questions he didnt like to answer.but he always had the bartender to keep the crowd out. Bill the bartender was a plump man who had a limp that gave John a 50%discount for the ol times and for Johns national service.

"alright alright give him some space" he shouted pushing the crowd into the street. he then limped behind the bar and began to clean the glasses "so.. whats up?" he questioned John looked up at him then back at his drink "nothin bill just the same old." he said in an exhausted manor. bill sighed "i dunno what are we gona do with you eh?you need to go down clubbing more" john interupted "you know i cant im on call all of the bloody time arnt I!?! its all the yanks fault!" he placed his head in his hands and began to sob bill limped back around the bar and sat next to him "come on lad its not that bad... well with you around youv given hope. not just for york but human kind!. its the people like you that are saving this world!" John was still sobbing. bill sighed again and left him to tend to some of the customers. John stopped crying and dried his tears with his sleeve, he rose from his stool and left the pub. he began to walk around the city examining all the buildings.

he ended up on the river side, there he took a seat over looking the upper class district, there he sat watching passers by. and he haught to himself what a lonely life.....

Lesietta turned down the Tequila sunrise and slammed the glass down. She would've taken another if the 2 trouble-makers hadn't decided that they wanted to flirt with the "pretty lass".

She stood and looked at them through her shades.
"What the hell do a bunch of shit-faced drunks like you want?" her hand clutching her hip. The 2 men eyed each other and smiled at her.
"How old are you missy?" that set Lesietta off.

She lifted her leg into a sweeping kick, knocking one drunk unconscious with hardly any effort.
The other pulled up his glass and threw it at her. Lesietta had pulled out her 9 mm pistol and shot the glass in mid-air as the bullet skimmed the man's arm and he fell, crying like a baby.

And Izaac apologized, but he had to have Lesietta leave. It was darkening now. And she had even noticed Lusseria was gone. A ticket in her place.
"Didn't know they had parking tickets for animals..." Lesietta muttered making her way to the river. She sat down close to the bank, looking over the higher district as the lights flickered on in uncountable numbers. Beautiful in a way. The way the lights glistened off the water reminded her dearly of Venice. She really had to rid of these monsters...

She laid back onto the grass and folded her arms behind her head, her shades still on, even in the night...