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| Topic Started: Aug 31 2006, 04:43 PM (553 Views) | |
| Quaon | Aug 31 2006, 04:43 PM Post #1 |
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A Prince Amoung Men-Shoot First and Ask Questions Later
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Karna Veta Medicinal Headquarters, Ottawa, Durick Veta It was a great day for the corporation known as Karna Veta, and it was a great day for the world. Karna Veta was scheduled to begin testing its new cure for cancer and aids on human patients. If the tests were successful, Karna Veta’s new product, Karnall, would hit shelves within a year. Many Cancer and HIV sufferers, young and old, had volunteered for the testing. There were about 34 testers, all excited to have their ills cured. Among them was a nineteen year old actress from nuked Old York. Her name was Pamella Henderson, and she was a sufferer of HIV. She entered the Headquarters at eight o’Clock AM, 30 minutes before she was scheduled to be administered the product. She wanted to be first to experience it. She wanted to be first to be cured. A Karna Vetan scientist showed her to the waiting room, where she waited for thirty minutes. More people soon followed her, taking their seats. It was time. One of the employees escorted the group to a different room. They waited there for another 15 minutes. Pamella was more anxious than earlier. Why are they delaying like this? she thought. Finally, a group of scientists entered the room, each holding a small vial. Each of them approached a tester and told them to drink the vial. Pamella was one of the firs tot do so. Pamella felt ill. She was going to throw up. She fell to the ground. “What the Hell?” a scientist cried. Pamella couldn’t breath. She couldn’t see. She couldn’t smell; she couldn’t feel. The only sense that was left was hearing. And she screamed. She could hear herself scream. Then even her hearing went away. Pamella slumped to the ground. She couldn’t think now. Her heart had stopped. All of the testers had had the same fate. The scientists gasped. Suddenly, Pamella rose. She was moaning. She reached for a scientist. The scientist tried to move back, but she grabbed him. She bit him. The apocalypse had begun. OOC: Don’t post yet, I need to write up the rules for the zombies. |
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| Quaon | Sep 16 2006, 05:41 PM Post #2 |
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Ok, zombies die from headshots, and spread the infection through bites. That's it. Let the game begin! |
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| Quaon | Oct 2 2006, 03:18 PM Post #3 |
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*cricket* Anyone? |
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| Noriega | Oct 2 2006, 06:53 PM Post #4 |
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Resident Hobbit
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Nope. If you want Zombies, go back to PB. :P |
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| Nag Ehgoeg | Oct 7 2006, 06:36 PM Post #5 |
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The Devil's Advocate
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GTPB! By which I mean, is no-one really interested in this? |
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| Noriega | Oct 8 2006, 06:36 PM Post #6 |
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Resident Hobbit
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Not really... |
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| Assassin | Jun 3 2007, 04:25 PM Post #7 |
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Field Marshal
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It had been well over 6 months since the first sighting of the living dead. Nation after nation fought with all their might. At first it was a simple quarentine, but even that failed as soldiers fought against the massive ammounts of zombies. Cities had been turned into death traps, their populations now turned into the undead and spreading across the globe. With each city that fell, a nation was doomed. --6 months later-- Communications had broken down. The mightiest of nations had all fallen. Nuclear weapons, mankinds greatest weapons had been used against the undead. But it always spread. The attacks would slow for a week, but then a new city would fall. It had gone on and on like this. Even the Assassin Islands had fallen at last. No one knew how the plague had reached them after they went into isolation. Some assumed that the government was seeking a cure. Some knew that the Assassins had been seeking to harness it as a weapon. In the end, it was their undoing. The nation had fallen almost overnight. Their islands that had protected them became a death trap. With no where to run, people were slaughtered and killed. However one island remained. A bastion of Assassin life against the undead horde. A sign hung swaying in the breeze, bullet holes riddeled throughout the face. "Welcome to Tal Shiar HQ. If your not Assassin, then your dead." |
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| Quaon | Jun 3 2007, 04:28 PM Post #8 |
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OOC: Weird. I was actually thinking about resureccting this today. |
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| Assassin | Jun 3 2007, 04:31 PM Post #9 |
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Field Marshal
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OOC: I've been thinking about it for a while. Today I was in a zombie mood. I'm going to introduce a character in my next post. The last Astartes. And he's going to kick ass. :lol: |
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| Quaon | Jun 3 2007, 04:42 PM Post #10 |
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Durick Veta-The site of the outbreak is desolate. The Libertarian Alliance hadn't been prepared for such an outbreak. No one in the world had. The virus had completely overcome the cities of the Libertarian Alliance: millions of undead spread across the nation. The few Vetans had one single advantage over the undead, however. In winter, if one went north enough, the undead would freeze. Thus, several vistages of civilization in the forms of fortress cities have sprung in northern Manitoba. Fortress-cities are allied in a common alliance against their undead foe. Quaon-The virus completely swept across the nation of Quaon. There was no escape for those trapped in the country. The Zombies came in from Russia and completely ravaged Quaon. The few human survivors live in hiding. There is no government or semblence of order. There are the dead. Zolony-The Zolons were bred for warfare. The undead was the ultimate foe, the foe with no fear and no regard for their own life. Nevertheless, the Zolon Armed Forces, inspired by the Hu'fievren, have managed to hold the line in the south-east of Zolony. How long they can hold the line is unclear-they're running out of food, ammunition, and most importantly time. Sahndaq-The surviving Sahndaqis mainly retreated to Paradise, where they expected the Paradisian Armed Forces could protect them. If they were wrong, they'd all be dead. (OOC: Al Araam, if you don't want to do this RP I'll play Paradise if that's okay?) Chirondom-Most of the Chiron Empire was completely overun by the menace of the undead. However, in the island of Vanuatu, a semblence of order remains. Young Duchess Julia, and her uncle, Lord Protector James Sanctus (who was at sea at the time of the outbreak) lead the Duchy, which is completely surrounded by ships of the Chiron navy. The Lord Protector has decided to send out a group of ships to find the fate of others in Asia. Their first stop: the Assassins. And if there are Assassins left...well, Chirons do hate Assassins... |
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| Nag Ehgoeg | Jun 3 2007, 05:44 PM Post #11 |
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The Devil's Advocate
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Nag Ehgoeg had been overrun with the undead. Nag Ehgoeg had been prepared. The population density of Nag Ehgoeg had proved to be a blessing and a curse. In Syntha Prime the virus had spread like wild fire, gutting the city's population of three billion. And yet... Syntha Prime had been built to house a dense population. In order to be economical, each building was designed to be an alcove unto itself - to have all the supplies necessary for living (a city of such a dense population couldn't very well have commuters). So while millions, nay billions, of souls died in the streets and hundreds of buildings were overrun by the undead... dozens of buildings survived: their citizens enacting strict quarantine and barracading all enterences against the undead. Nuclear bunkers also existed. The most prominant of which being the Genesis Bunker - Nag Ehgoeg's ultimate back-up plan. While many who went underground seeking shelter from the undead found themselves entombed with one of the creatures, many bunkers - such as the all important Genesis Bunker - survived the plague. And so benieth the surface, life continued... **** In Swiss Nag Ehgoeg there were no living left. Every safe haven had been overrun. There were no forts, no bunkers, no shopping malls were survivors could take refugue. All was death. Death ruled from boarder to boarder, highland to low... but many had assumed they would be safe. Many had moved riches and supplies to the alps. And while there was no-one still living in Swiss Nag Ehgoeg... their treasures remained, and were well known of... **** The Gaza Enclave had faired well... all things considered. It was a military base with acess to the sea. The Order had managed, at least for now, to keep the oZ Port secure against the undead. The port was protected on one side by the sea and on the other by a vast electic fence. The military controlled the city, hand in hand with the private enterprise of oZ. Survivors would sally forth in engenius seige engines to raid nearby towns for food and supplies. In the great port itself, the rich lived on luxury cruise ships, while the poor eeked out a living on the docks. In Gaza, life was balanced on a razors edge. A single mistake could end all life. But for the most part... life continued on as usual... **** New Nag Ehgoeg had issued a quarenteen early. And they had burned entire townships to the ground in order to ensure the virus did not spread. Planes had been shot down, ships had been sunk, foreign citizens burned like witches at the stake. The totalitarian regiem had refused to be toppled by a virus. But New Nag Ehgoeg was a wasteland. It had been toppled. However, it was not toppled by the virus. Rather an unknown foriegn power, perhaps one with an old grudge, perhaps one outraged by the severity of the quarenteen, had nuked the small island that the New Nagians called home. The decimated, scattered survivors live in fear. For now at least, they remain free of the deadly virus - but they must compete with the equally deadly radiation and somehow find a way to survive in a shattered and lawless world... |
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| Assassin | Jun 3 2007, 06:35 PM Post #12 |
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Field Marshal
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OOC: :lol: I make one post, and all of a sudden the Zombie RP takes off! I'll be posting again soon. Stay tuned! |
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| Pascoag | Jun 4 2007, 04:21 PM Post #13 |
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2nd Lieutenant
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OOC: I'll jump in this when I get from work tonight. |
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| Neo-Etrusca | Dec 18 2007, 03:20 PM Post #14 |
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Like Caligula, WITH STYLE!
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z15.invisionfree.com/zombiebreak Its a closed group of friends who get to together to RP a zombie attack. You make a character, get a group of friends and PM a Admin to set up a game for you. The Admins are Overmind and Senor ♫. There is one game already underway. The character making process is pretty open, you can make "conviently" well suited characters. |
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| Alberto | Dec 22 2007, 03:00 PM Post #15 |
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Resident Italian
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Can I participate as well ? |
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| Austro-Bayern | Jan 17 2008, 05:07 AM Post #16 |
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Prime Minister Adolf Galland
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Posted Image Munich Six months after the outbreak Captain Paul von Lettow-Vorbeck frowned. "It is, as they say, quiet. Too quiet," he muttered to himself. For a solid month Paul had been hiding in the back of the supermarket. The only member of his team that had survived, he had no idea who was charge (if there was anyone even left anymore) and no way of finding out; the comms had gone silent long ago. They had managed to clear out nearly the entire mall--corpses that stayed corpses littered the ground--when suddenly the zom-- "Ugh..." he spat in disgust, unable to say: "That...zed word..." By virtue of his skills, his armor, and sheer luck, Paul had managed to survive to fight another day. And another. And another. They'd just... kept... coming. It was fucking insane how many Paul had blasted away, his G-112 ripping them apart like tissue paper (which was necessary when confronting a foe which, apparently, didn't seem to mind getting shot in the arm or the leg)., Now, though, things were calm. Way calmer than usual; every time Paul went out to scrounge more precious ammunition, he usually found at least a couple... but today, he'd found none. The more pressing issue, however, was that he had failed to find any more ammunition as well. Paul now had a decision to make: continue waiting in the supermarket (there was still plenty of food and bottled water), hoping that some sort of rescue would come before he ran out of ammo... ...or try and make his way to an army depot and get some much-needed firepower and, hopefully, information. As Paul contemplated this, he noticed something out of the corner of his eye... "WAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!" "Fuckmonkeys!" The Captain didn't even bother with the scope; he just squeezed off a three-round burst. An enormous BLAGM and the body burst apart, splattering gore everywhere. "WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!" There! Another one! BLAGM! A leg disintegrated. "WAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH!" "Popping out of the woodwork, eh?" Paul shouted as three more appeared from nowhere. BLAGM! BLAGM! BLAGM! "GET SOME!" he roared, his testosterone pumping like Rambo's upon confronting an entire army of Russian supermodel ninjas. "GET FUCKING SOME!" BLAGM! BLAGM! BLAGM! They stood no chance to the awesome power of his G-112, but now it seemed like every last one in Europe was coming after him... coming too close... COMING TOO CLOSE! Paul spun around and slammed the rifle butt into one skull, squeezed off another burst, then smacked his elbow backwards until blood gushed in the air. One tried to go for his head (he'd abandoned his MHUDS long ago, its battery drained), but the Captain fearlessly simply headbutt it to the ground. He kicked one off his back, then turned and fired a burst, followed by a straight armored-fist punch into the nearest face he saw. All in about 10 seconds. "IS THAT, THE BEST ,YOU GOT, YOU SONS, OF BITCHES?" he half-shouted, half-panted to the emptiness around him. No. There was the first one he'd shot; its lower half was obliterated, but now unbelievably it was trying to drag itself to Paul. He peered through the snope, smirked, and then turned its head into pink mist. It finally stopped. CHINK! His magazine popped out. "Shit," he stated matter-of-factly as he watched it bounce off the ground. He put in his very last magazine. "Army depot it is." And Paul began walking off into the nothingness. *** OOC: I know this hasn't been posted in since December, but I was bored and in a zombie mood :) |
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| A.Q. | Jun 29 2008, 08:32 PM Post #17 |
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Al Qalaa City had instituted a quarantine early and survived for a few months before being overrun from the dead and starvation, as went Bahrain and Baghdad. Only Basra and Abadan survived the initial outbreak, guarding vigilantly the rich agricultural regions of Southern Iraq. Posted Image The Al Scimitar trucks crawled slowly into the town, wary men with nervous hands on Kalashnikovs quickly jumping from the vehicles to search the buildings for salvageable goods. The Twin Cities controlled sizeable tracts of arable land, but lacked the industrial base to manufacture goods. These men were scavengers, the post-apocalyptic Bedouin who kept Basra and Abadan alive. The trucks took advantage of any diesel left in mostly-dry gas stations, and any trinkets or scrap metal were loaded onto the jury-rigged storage bays. But something was wrong. A slight scent floating the wrong way, the sound of Al Scimitars traveling a bit further than they needed, and a Pack soon converged on the horizon. Hundreds of the dead came lurching ever closer to the scavenger's position. The smell hit the men first, of rotting flesh and putrid breath, then the sound of mournful wails from half-decayed bodies. Each man grabbed his weapon and took up positions in structures, and prayed to God that today would not be his day. The boom of Scimitar cannons came like thunder, and the muzzle flashes of the guns followed by the explosions as burning corpses were thrown in all directions, but the dead kept coming. Men opened up with rifle and grenade fire from second-and-third story windows, but the dead kept coming. Eventually, the cracks of guns grew intermittent, then died out completely. All that was left the next morning were three abandoned Scimitars. |
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