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by Mattyman24 on Mon Jul 19, 2010 10:50 am
-the story-
TV news commercial
the dead are coming back to life, and people are fighting to survive, zombies are emerging from their graves all around and killing anything in their path, except these arent your average slow, boring zombies, these are smart, cunning, fast and deadly, if anyone is still alive, then the best of luck to you...
-the characters-
this is a jump- in roleplay and will accept anyone, you dont need to fill out a character sheet just start with the story, as the topic moderator, i will control all NPC's outside of the other peoples characters, and you are not allowed to kill or harm any other players, (unless you are a zombie but ill get to that)
-the zombies-
1: deadly- these are the slow and big zombies, but if you let them get to close to you they have powerful hits, these kill people by breaking bones and ripping body parts off, they cannot zombify people as they are bigger than most people and cant bend down
2: smart- these zombies are much like humans, they are exactly the same actually but are basically zombies, they can do anything a human can do, and can also zombify them, they kill humans the same way humans kill zombies, which is a lot of ways
3: fast- extremely fast but very dumb zombies, the same as the smart, but cant do all the smart stuff they can do, they are up to 3x faster than humans and can zombify easily, but can just as easily mistake a zombie for a human as they are going so fast
4: creature- the creature zombies are basically zombie animals, and can be any animal and just behave the same as their natural form, but the desire to bite and kill humans, cant zombify but can inject saliva poison into wherever they bite causing them to die in a couple of days
-how this is gonna run-
well start off with one post of waking up on the apocalypse day with no idea whats happening, at the end of the post all people must find out about zombies, then the next post you can either meet up with another person or start surviving, if you meet up with another person then we are going to have 4 or 5 people in each group, or you could ride solo, its up to the others to see you or not
-the game-
since we know it all now, lets get roleplaying
oh and one last thing, all characters have to be third person
Sam Daley woke up and stretched all his body parts before groaning and falling off his double bed. He yelled in pain as he had fallen on a sharp piece of metal.
"Whats this?" He said to himself, picking up a large pin which was now dotted with blood. It was Saturday, so Sam didnt bother to get up and just lay down in bed for a minute.
He must have dozed off because when he woke up sun was streaming through the blinds and stinging his eyes. Some dog was barking its head off downstairs and when Sam screamed at the wall it quited down. He now jumped out of bed, still with a pin in his hand and pulled on an old Linkin Park T-shirt. "Is breakfast ready yet?" He shouted to his dad, but with no answer. He heard some moaning downstairs and creaked open the door, looking around. It was empty, except for a sharp tooth lying in a pool of blood. Sam picked it up, definately a dogs. He walked to the foot of the stairs and said, "Dad...? Is the dog OK?" He was replied by a loud bang from the kitchen and an even louder yelp from a dog, and then more moaning, and the dog panting slowly. The barking. The tooth. The moaning. The bang. The panting. Somehow it all fitted together, Sam tiptoed slowly downstairs and stopped at the kitchen door. The moaning was surely coming from the next room, using all his strength, he pushed the door open.
Sam screamed and almost fainted, a green drunk man was stood right in front of him, he was the same size of an huge and very strong man, but had fangs and the reddest eyes ever. Sam felt for the big pin in his hand and as the man grabbed him sluggishly he stabbed the pin right into his chest. The man stumbled back and crashed into the sink cabinet, sending water flying everywhere. Sam turned around and ran off down the hall, looking back to see a dead dog on the table and the man pulling the pin out of his chest, revealing a massive hole and lots of green blood.
He dived into a toilet and slammed the door shut, locking it seconds after. There was only one explanation of this whole event. But it was so blood-curling Sam dared to even think of it. He closed his eyes and whimpered. "Zombies."
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