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Torture Prison of the Living Dead

Torture Prison of the Living Dead

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A mixed group of people awake to find themselves locked inside prison cells.

2,464 readers have visited Torture Prison of the Living Dead since WadeJackel created it.

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BASICS OF GAME PLAY:

1. Only normal human characters are allowed, no superpowers/abilities etc.

2. This is a realistic RPG (with the exception of the bodies of the recent dead walking around eating people).

3. MUST POST at least ONCE every THREE DAYS, if you are unable to do so then please DO NOT join.

4. Characters that remain inactive more then 5 days will be turned into a zombie and will eventually get a steel pipe smashed to their skull.

5. Please have a few NRPC's with your submitted character, this is a zombie RPG after all, someone needs to die




THE PRISON

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Elements of the RPG that players are aware of/should know about:

1. No one knows how the Zombie phenomenon all started? Nor how far the phenomenon has spread?

2. No one knows how they came to be in prison and in a cell.

3. Everyone wakes up at the exact same time

4. When it starts all characters are locked in their cells.

5. Food and supplies are running out.

6. If anyone can make it over the wall they can escape.

7. No one possess a weapon at the beginning.

8. Try to keep the environment in mind, for instance, not every door or part of the prison can just be gotten into.

9. Each group starts off in their own cell block.




YOUR CELLS

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THE PLOT:

Groups of people, some prisoners, others regular people, are locked away in several cell blocks. Will they work together to save themselves?

Food is running out, each group is trapped in their own cell block and must break out, some plot twists, and of course there are Zombies every where





THE COURTYARD (packed with hungry Zombies)

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GUARD TOWER (empty?)
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Available Characters:

You can create any kind of character that you want (within reason), they can be inmates, average person, Bartender, House wife etc. However, no one can possess superpowers, physic ability etc, this is a realistic RPG

Characters must still be approved

1. Pete Brown (Wadejackel)
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THE ONLY WALL YOU CAN POSSIBLY GET OVER

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The grass once sown of vibrant green, was now mixed with the dripping plasmic juices of the meandering living corpses which were packed tightly into the vast courtyard like so many oozing, slimy sardines. The grass now clumped and matted against the blood soaked dirt of the prison courtyard, the great expanse that once served as relief to the tedium of imprisonment was now allocated to the dead for their aimless daylight wanderings.

The right end of the prison complex was walled off by concrete buildings and an immense wall behind, these structures once served as housing for those staff members who were hired as full time personnel. These days the buildings were of little use, largely utilized as storage space for the accumulated bits of junk which never seemed to leave the grounds of the complex.

To the left the courtyard was cut off by the splayed structures of Cell blocks four and five, each of the six enclosures were blocked off in this manner, the compiled structures all set in a fan arrangement. Either by accident or providence there were only two courtyards which one could gain access, one belonging to the grassy plain and the other being the courtyard used by prisoners for their one hour exercise period, the former serving more for the beautification of the dreary complex; but now soured by the festering walking dead.

The epicenter of this vast monument to the immorality and brutality of mans baser characteristics, was the stubby octagonal tower to which each cell block was structurally connected. The circular building was a complex unto itself, potentially self sufficient from the cell blocks that issued from it. Each block had its own facilities and could operate independently of the center administration complex. This particular facet of its construction also had the potential to quill riots or at least prevent an outbreak into sensitive areas.

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The octagon; as it had been christened by the inmates, was a stout three storied structure, the first two levels serving for official use; mainly the physical handling and processing of the incoming and occasional outgoing inmates. The upper most level is reserved for the day to day administration of the prison; the warden's lavish living quarters was set dead center in its interior circumference.

The six cell blocks lack much in comparison to the majestic, yet pudgy semi-tower. The blocks were dingy and reeking of body odor, sweat and the occasional inopportune release of urine upon the concrete floor. This most detestable living space had been barely brought up to modern standards of incarceration, the maintenance staff were obscenely deficient in their painting duties. Save for the installment of bright fluorescent overhead lighting fixtures, nothing has changed since the construction of the prison more then 100 years before.

The sickly hued coloration of the original cell walls bled through the haphazard sploshing of the new-fangled color scheme. The barriers which kept the prisoners from wandering the halls of the prison betrayed their age to showcase the harshness of a bygone era. The bonded bars of modern jail cells were virtually nonexistent in the era of Enlightenment, still remaining were the iron slated doors with their floor level square openings.

Such is the case with the few dozen inmates still locked within their cells. These were the last of those who..........



The Allensworth correctional facility was devoid of staff, its guard and even its obsessively dedicated warden. The bodies of the inmates which once packed the cells and hallways of Allensworth had been carted away, and with the absence of these heated forms the cold was able to reclaim the complex.

The prison had stood witness to some of the most amazing displays of brutality and carnage, though it had never experienced the horror of complete emptiness, for even before the prison was fully completed in 1843, it already housed its first one hundred inmates. Its total capacity being 550 prisoners.

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Nico awoke with a throbbing head, the only reminder of the events of the night before, where he had been drinking heavily with his friends and former comrades. After a moment of moaning, he rolled from the cot and landed on the hard, cold, stone floor. The jolt of pain from landing on the unexpectedly hard surface brought him to a instant of clear thought and observation, and he examined his surroundings.

The cot was a scratchy thing, made from bundled hay wrapped in poorly refined wool and mounted on a half-rotted wood platform. In the corner was what Nico presumed was a bucket, though the discoloration of rust and excrement made it difficult to tell. Every wall around him was stone, though one wall had a door as equally discolored as the bucket, shut to complete the enclosure.

With his moment of clarity gone, Nico only had the sense to shout, assuming his companions from the night before would be near.

"Mullin, you bloody git! You out there? Vladimir, you damned Ruskie! What are we locked up for?" His voice weakened by the booze, and likely muted by the walls, Nico could only hope he was heard.

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"Ergh.." Colten would moan in a slight pain coming from his head and various places on his body, one large hand would reach up to smack gently at something invisible applying pressure to his forehead. A pulsating throb blurring his vision as it slowly and in pieces returned to him, along with his consciousness. A light fixture would flicker and sputter above him, and he would look about half stunned. "What.. Where," He would pull himself from the dingy wall cot, his muscles aching with the sudden movement, his white t-shirt was covered in a thin layer of grime, and torn to reveal muscles with a gentle perspiration despite the cold air. "Where am I?" He would fight a ferocious panic threatening the mode of his thinking. Panic would only lead to brash decisions. First rule, take in your surroundings, he would rise to a standing position looking about the meager cell. The cot, stripped and bear with various stains which he preferred not to think about, small rusting sink, and equally rusting toilet. Then there were the bars.

He walked over to the bars grabbing them with an iron grip as stubborn as the iron bars, themselves. Pushing and pulling, shaking, he would grit his teeth in frustration at the discovery that it was locked. He would turn taking a step, struggling to contain his emotion, but in a flash of movement and a a great sigh he delivered a powerful punch to one of the old, worn white walls. Small cracks, so very faint would appear to reveal the great age, blood flowing gently down his fingers from now opened cuts on his knuckles. Pain shooting up his now quaking arm as he struggled to subdue such anger, he would fall back to the cot ripping the ripped shirt from his body in frustration, until it was in bits. Then leaning his head back against the wall he would run his fingers through his now damp hair, struggling to think of a solution to this all too, uncomfortable problem.

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"Shut up!" A thick Russian voice yelled out. Vladimir held his throbbing head and sat up in his cot. He stood up and braced himself against a wall as he moved towards what looked like a door. "My head hurts enough as it is, And your yelling ain't helping!"

He made is way over to a spot in the cell, One where water was dripping down and making a puddle on the floor. He held his hand out and collected a bit of the water, And rubbed it on his face, Shaking his head and giving himself a light slap, Trying to clear up his vision. He moved over to the dor and bent down to the hole, looking out over the place. "Well, This sucks."

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Groaning, Mullin rolled over, and out of his cot onto the cold, wet floor. With a muffled curse he dragged himself up. "What the hell did we do last night? Where are we?"
Pinching the bridge of his nose and shaking the blurriness from his eyes, he looked out the cell, across the corridor, to see Vladimir in the cell opposite. "Oh wow, you look like shit."

Moving up to the bars, he called down the hallway, "Heeey! Any guards around here? Where the hell are you?!"

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"Yeah, Fuck you too." Vladimir up and looked around, Carefully aprouching the bucket in the corner and looking in. It was thankfully empty, But smelled like shit. He picked up the bucket and moved over to the door and looked at the rusted hinges of the door. He tried the door a couple times, Slamming against it, Before lifting the bucket up and slamming it on the hinges over and over, The banging echoing out. "Well, I don't know about you bastards, But I'm not sitting around here."

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"Bloody hell, Vladimir, it's just a prison. A shitty prison, no doubt, but we're not on death row. Let's just wait for the guards to show up so we can call for our lawyers, yeah?"

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"Okay, listen, if we did something last night, we would not be in prison like this, Yes? We would be in police station, talking to police man. Not in shit hole like this."

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Chou Baey's eyes opened instantly when the sound of his bed squeeked. He saw an unfamiliar ceiling and rolled out of the bed increasing the squeaks in the air. He was on his feet with his back against the wall and his hands in traditiional Wing Chun stance. He glided against the wall as he approached the bars of his cell door. He looked one way and saw there were several more celled doors and many people still laying in their bed and some that were also up and looking around. He moved to the otherside still seeing more cells and people he stepped away from the door and backed away and relaxed slightly.

He walked over to the window and looked outside. He staggered back and held his hand to his mouth. He used his hand to keep himself up right

"Wh- what the hell is going on?" he said softly to himself

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Rachelle awoke to a splitting headache. "Ugh what happened?" She looked over to see a muscular, darkhaired young man also in the room with her. "Where am I? Who are you? What's going on?" She was scared and confused. She struggled to stand, but couldnt, so she braced herself on the cold corner behind her. Her whole body was in pain. "Are you a kidnapper? Do you want ransom?" She had never been in a hostage situation before, but she had seen movies. Waking up in a dark room to find another person there, walking around. Sounded pretty kidnappy to her.

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He hadn't noticed the woman before, she appeared young, and beautiful, her sudden awakening put him on a deceivingly calm alert. He hadn't thought to look for others, he had a sudden pain in his chest at the stupidity of it all. He would be silent a moment, ignoring her words, her eloquent words fresh on his mind as he considered them. And what did he know that she didn't? Definitely, nothing. His voice would be that of a proud young man, deep and yet soft, charismatic despite the sudden pressure he felt bearing down on the cell. "I'm not the one who kidnapped you, and I'm not looking for a ransom," He would lock eyes with the woman for a moment, noting her steely blue eyes, he would crack a crooked smile.

The pain would still be fresh on his body, more so following the foolish punch to the wall. He would scold himself for the lack of control, "As for who I am, Colten. And you are?" It would be said with sincerity and he would extend his hand with an air of confidence in an attempt to put her at ease. He was heavy at work planning, perhaps she could help in the escape of the cell, though her nervous antics and noble disposition, made him quite sure she didn't have the proper skill set for such a task.

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Rachelle looked him over. He looked innocent enough, but she was hesitant. "Rachelle. My name is Rachelle." She looked to is outstrecthed hand, and reluctantly took it. She couldn't hardly stand on her own. Her whole body tingled and was numb, like she had been drugged. "What is going on? If you didn't take me then...who took us?" She was on the verge of tears. She couldnt help it. "I wanna go home..." She couldnt control her tears. Her stomach felt uneasy and she let his hand go and sat on the ground again. She held her stomach. "I think I'm gonna be sick."

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The prison was gloomy and boring to the vicious and crazy Lauri. She wan't something more than just another jail cell. She pushed herself up with a frustrating grunt and stumbled over the the bar of the cell as if she was drunk. She looked into the hallway of cell block 3 and groaned. She let out a loud shout, "Anyone else bored?" She didn't wait for a reply. She crossed her legs and plopped onto the floor, crisscross-applesauce as her mother used to tell her. That was pretty much the only thing Lauri's mom told her. And her father... he taught her how to do drugs in a safer way... like drugs were safe to begin with.

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"Maybe they ran out of police men to talk to. You need to sober up, friend; you're unreasonably concerned right now." Nico forced himself to crawl over to the hole in his cell's door, his head throbbing with every action. Never again would he try to out-drink an Irishman, or try to pick up the Irishman's girlfriend afterwards.

"Mullin, do you remember what that guy hit me with? Was it just his fist, or was he wearing brass knuckles or something, huh? My head hasn't hurt this bad since the demo mission in Mozambique."

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He wouldn't know how to react, pulling the hand away as she began to panic. He would crouch beside her, "I can't answer that question, unfortunately." He would look her in the eyes, slightly uneasy at the thought of the girl 'getting sick,' not quite sure what that entitled. "I need you to calm down, Rachelle." he would put gentle emphasis on her name. Inside he ached with a brooding, buried anger for the situation and whoever had put him here, along with this girl who looked above the very place. He noticed however she didn't seem the least bit beaten, only groggy and dazed as if she had been subdued in a softer manner, than himself. Bruised and battered, bloodied in places, shirtless, his dark cargo shorts ripped at the back pocket, and here this woman was, still lovely, though hectic in her mannerisms.

As a tear crept along the edge of her eye he would pull his arm from his side to wipe it away with his thumb, being careful not to be forceful, and to not let the rest of his fingertips rest in her hair. "I can promise you this, once we get out of here, and we will." Thoughts of his past would bubble in his mind, shifting and bringing him to realizations as he would speak, perhaps looking slightly out of it and unfocused for a brief moment before his gaze upon her returning to be acute and attentive. "They'll wish they hadn't locked us up." His smile would return.

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Her head was splitting. Like splitting open. Like an egg.

Jo Darling pushed herself up onto her elbows and tried to survey her surroundings, though her eyes were still blurry. When they cleared, her large, blue orbs widened, and she pushed herself all the way into a sitting position. "What the fuck..." she mumbled, and put one hand over her thin, flat stomach, which was churning. "Where am I?"

But she already knew where she was. As Jo stared at the bars that separated her from the hallway, she cussed loudly, and ran her hand through her fiery red hair. She was in jail. Really? Come on. I mean, she hadn't killed anyone in a long time. Hadn't she? The last thing she could remember was a dimly lit room with a man who she didn't know, and the pills that slid down her throat, and lit her veins on fire. What had happened?

Jo pushed herself to her feet, and noted that she was wearing what she had been that night, a black and white striped shirt and a short black skirt with boots. Her skin crawled as the cold, dingy air pushed against her legs, and she tucked her hands into her sleeves as she walked up to the rusting bars. A large number 3 was painted across the hall from her. Block 3? She could tell this was an old prison. She couldn't hear anyone else. Where were the guards? Where were the lights? She had no idea whether or not it was day or not, and she tried to push her head out of the bars to examine her surroundings, but she couldn't. It was then that she heard a shout. Something about being bored? Where the fuck was she?

"Hello?!" she called out. "Hello?!" She half expected a guard to rap on the bars and tell her to shut up, but nothing happened. Ears perked and ready for a response, she leaned against the bars and listened hard, trying to find anything but the whistle of the wind, and the scurry of the rat that crawled around in the corner of her cell, obviously just as miserable as she.

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"It seems like good idea to me. I break out of cell, Guard shoot me. Guard get promotion, you two no longer have to deal with my stupid ideas, and I get rid of this hangover. Everyone win." With a couple more bangs on the door rusted door hinge, a loud snapping noise told him that something broke. Looking down at the rusted screw he shook the door a couple times, the broken screw falling to the floor. "I remember something from last night. You made funny noise when you hit ground." He pushed the door so that one corner was open and looked out. He began slamming against the door trying to get it open further so he could get out, tossing the bucket away.

"And look at it like this, if something was not wrong, guard would have come by now to stop banging, Da?"

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Mullin winced, the banging and screeching from across the hall stabbing into his hungover brain. "Ah, what the hell. There's no one here, lets get the fuck out."
He gave the cell door a hard kick, rattling it. Again and again he kicked, working it loose.

"Nico, the guy came at you with a bottle. You were completely justified in punching him in the face."

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Rachelle slightly smiled at the man. Then she thought to herself. What about food? Will they hurt us? What about my baby? She gasped and looked to her stomach. "What could they have injected me with to knock me unconcious?" She said it clear and with urgency. She desperately needed to know if her child was ok. Even though it was the child of a one night stand, it was her child. She was worried it would have affected her child in a horrible way.

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He would look to her stomach as well, not quite sure of what she was so worried about, "Whatever it is, you'll be alright." He would give her a nod, rising and returning to the bars. Three years of Agri in high school, he was sure if he couldn't find a trick to the metal, he could break the hinges to the rusted structure of it. He would survey it, applying pressure with his hands and putting his weight on it for a moment, he would find it unstable and yet sturdy. A slight moment of thought, recalling what he had learned in Ag metals, he inferred it to be iron. Realizing this prison must date back far. Never having been modified to fit the standards of prisons in the modern day. Rust overcame it, exposing the dark metal only in places, as he would pull his hands away flakes of the orange rust would come off causing him the slightest discomfort. He would step with his right bearing down on it, and then pull it up noting the fortunate movement.

He would smile to himself walking to the sink, with a steel grip he would work the pipe until it came loose, curved at the bottom, the sink would dip down, hanging to the wall. He would wield the rusted tool tossing it up and catching it in a nonchalant and medial manner that made in his mind clear what he was doing. He would look to Rachelle with a concerned look, "I'm going to get us out of here," With one great heave, his muscles bundling sore, but years of baseball and exercise had made his swing true and precise, and devastating to the metal. It would create a massive clang, repelling the pipe, sending shock waves of intense pain up his arms. But he held it true, prepared to deliver another swing. Much to his relief however it had come loose, banged and dented, he struggle to get the pipe under it at the rim and pried for several seconds until with a loud pop it came off.

One down, two to go.

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"Woah. Someone's alive out there? Awesome." A guard looked at Lauri with a harsh glare, but said nothing. She gave him a wink and carried on with her little conversation. She leaned against the bars with a calm deposition and continued, "Name's Lauri. You must be new here, right?" Lauri looked into the hall to see if she could see anyone hanging out of their prison cells. Nothing. Girl must be at n awkward angle.

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Rachelle worried, but telling hik she was pregnant would possibly not end well. People in movies like this situation she was in would throw anyone who could slow them down out of the group. Pregnancy, in her mind, would be a slow down. She stayed seated on the cold floor, noting the rips and dust in her dress. It had been her favorite casual dress and was now ruined. It was the least of her concerns, first being her life, second being the baby, then the man, then normal 17 year old girl worries. She wanted to cry out, call her family, make them rescue her, but it was impossible, as she couldnt find her phone. When the metal clanged, she flinched and gasped at the sound, it shocking her back to reality. The man, Colten, tried to comfort her with talk of escape, but Rachelle's head was still spinning from whatever drug had been put into her body. He sounded far off, but close at the same time. "Please..." She whispered so softly she almost didnt realize she had said it aloud. "Please be ok hun..." She said a little louder, forgetting Colten's presence.

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Colten would note the senseless talk of the woman as he continued the process of it all. Surprised no one was coming to investigate, he felt safe assuming they were left here without the supervision of any one. He was deeply troubled with this hysteric woman, for her health and mental stability. It had been years since he'd taken health, what was the necessary care for shock, again? He would give one fierce pull, rubbing his palm raw as the door struggled to hold on, he would pull away giving a half-assed thwak! The bottom most hinge would crumple in it's disrepair, near falling. He would give a broad smile in the mounting triumph. Looking back to check on the woman before returning to his work.

He would pull in and out on the door shaking it, it was clear it was on the verge of giving in, he felt fresh sweat on his forehead, under his arms, at his chest. He would lift a dirty hand to wipe it from his brow. He would give a deep sigh. For the first time thinking that perhaps people were in the other cells. If there were, they had yet to make themselves known. Surveying the outside he saw only other barred doors, white crawling walls, and a wooden bench. The vague image of lettering having been pulled apart with age. Reeling back with one quick, yet powerful blow the door fell and he would quickly put his weight into it, working it so that it fell into the hallway.

He would wield the pipe with a silent pride, at the ready for whatever challenge next presented itself. He would look to the woman, "Are you coming, Rachelle? Perhaps it'd be safer if you waited here while I checked our surroundings." He would give her a bright and stern smile letting the pipe hang loosely at his side.

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Character Portrait: Pete  Brown
Character Portrait: Colten Gray
Character Portrait: Landon Barker
Character Portrait: Jo Darling
Character Portrait: Rachelle LaRue
Character Portrait: Nico Jones
Character Portrait: Mullin Eschmann
Character Portrait: Vladimir Vavilov
Character Portrait: Chou Baey

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Character Portrait: Chou Baey
Chou Baey

If you look hard enough miracles can be found all around you

Character Portrait: Vladimir Vavilov
Vladimir Vavilov

Is fond of any alcoholic beverage that doesn't taste like crap.

Character Portrait: Nico Jones
Nico Jones

'Retired' gun for hire, fond of vodka and pasta, though never at the same time.

Character Portrait: Rachelle LaRue
Rachelle LaRue

"I dont know why they fuss. Mother and father will have me out in a jiffy."

Character Portrait: Jo Darling
Jo Darling

"Well this is exciting."

Character Portrait: Colten Gray
Colten Gray

"As if they rose from the dead to be a pain in my ass."

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Character Portrait: Nico Jones
Nico Jones

'Retired' gun for hire, fond of vodka and pasta, though never at the same time.

Character Portrait: Jo Darling
Jo Darling

"Well this is exciting."

Character Portrait: Chou Baey
Chou Baey

If you look hard enough miracles can be found all around you

Character Portrait: Rachelle LaRue
Rachelle LaRue

"I dont know why they fuss. Mother and father will have me out in a jiffy."

Character Portrait: Colten Gray
Colten Gray

"As if they rose from the dead to be a pain in my ass."

Character Portrait: Vladimir Vavilov
Vladimir Vavilov

Is fond of any alcoholic beverage that doesn't taste like crap.

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Character Portrait: Jo Darling
Jo Darling

"Well this is exciting."

Character Portrait: Nico Jones
Nico Jones

'Retired' gun for hire, fond of vodka and pasta, though never at the same time.

Character Portrait: Vladimir Vavilov
Vladimir Vavilov

Is fond of any alcoholic beverage that doesn't taste like crap.

Character Portrait: Colten Gray
Colten Gray

"As if they rose from the dead to be a pain in my ass."

Character Portrait: Rachelle LaRue
Rachelle LaRue

"I dont know why they fuss. Mother and father will have me out in a jiffy."

Character Portrait: Chou Baey
Chou Baey

If you look hard enough miracles can be found all around you


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Re: Torture Prison of the Living Dead

I'll be posting shortly. As soon as I get on a real computer

Re: Torture Prison of the Living Dead

I'm really trying to stick with it WJ, but I'm finding it really hard to make some kind of post. Don't know what I should be writing :[

Re: Torture Prison of the Living Dead

I'm still in, till the end.

Think dropping out is irresponsible.

Re: Torture Prison of the Living Dead

Well, we have lost 5 people so far, Hybrid dropped out, lost interest. Please if anyone else is losing interest let me know and Ill speed up things, so we can at least give it a proper ending

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Waiting for the others to reply

Re: Torture Prison of the Living Dead

Great writing guys, looking forward to seeing how you guys will get out, or back into the building :)

I had to inform Missing and the others that we are moving on without thier characters, now even more zombies inside ;)

Re: Torture Prison of the Living Dead

hahaha

I know. I was so screwed.

I love zombie swarms.

Re: Torture Prison of the Living Dead

Been fighting all my life, only ever took two karate classes, though. (Wasn't straight forward enough for my interests) But some of those guys could spar pretty well. I have no doubt it'd be effective. But you have to have enough power to destroy the brain, and they aren't hesitating, looking for opening, not giving pause to allow him to take advantage of such pauses. There are fifteen and I would assume because of his movement he would be their main target. One goes down just to be alive on the ground while before you can end it's life another approaches and while you go to deal with it, more are lurching forward and the one on the ground is grabbing at your stationary ankle while you release your ninja strikes and such. :P

Just a bad deal. I know you COULD do it, but it'd be improbable I would imagine with odds stacked against him, and so if it turns into two targets fighting, I imagine the chances go up. Besides, your character is the only character in Cell Block 5 that could help Colten at all in fighting, since Rachelle is a hesitant pregnant lady. X)

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Tell you what. Check out "Ip Man and ten karate black belts" or something similar to that and you tell me I might be able to make it.

Granted I believe my chances are next to nil and I'm pushing probability. But I don't expect the others to make it. At all. Chou will have to be realistic and sacrifice the others.

I chose Wing Chun because it is fast and precise. I know it might like in strength but seemed perfect against zombies. Also check out 'Human Weapon wing chun.' It mentions about the force behind the rapid punches.

In the end I'll just have to see if wade kills me off while being realistic and not be on god mode.

Edit:
I just read your character came down. *chuckles* I hope I haven't killed us both. Thanks for the assist though. This should be interesting.

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Sorry if I killed your thunder, Merchant. But I'm not sure one man could fight 15 zombies, lurching at him at the same time while he tries to protect dead weight or at least, I figure it would be extremely difficult. And I don't want your character being killed off.

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Sorry, Weekend was hectic. It looks like I might be dying.

how many zombies are there in that little area?

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Missing
Ice
Nad

Please.post,your.chars.are.close.to.being.killed.off

Re: Torture Prison of the Living Dead

Ill wait til everyone has posted

Re: Torture Prison of the Living Dead

Way ahead of you on that page. It gives Devin the perfect opportunity to establish is dominance within his cell block.

Re: Torture Prison of the Living Dead

Once we really get started all these people that have been introduced (other then the main char) will be fodder for the zombies.

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Well, no. Prison is too old for that. Well, being low of food maybe, oh and the two courtyards filled with zombies? :)