*I have an idea, maybe the roleplaying could be on a seperate form from the technical stuff like apps, and well, suggestions. That would mean less cluttering and it would be easier trying to see if someone posted something saying,
"Then I saw 'JustDarkEnough8's' character through a window, and waved."
Just a suggestion.
You mean like an OOC thread? If so, there's currently no need for that, but I have thought of it before. Maybe if/when this RP gets popular I will consider this. Also, please use OOC indications (( preferably double brackets, like this one )), when you're talking out of character. I, myself, won't need to use it as I don't have a character of my own. You'll be able to tell.
Full character name: Jake Neca
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Appearance (images will also work): Slightly above average at five eleven. He has shortish, extremely dark brown hair as well as light brown eyes that rarely change color to a golden flecked light green color. His eyebrows are of average width, not really that bushy, and not that long. His face is also slightly rounded, albeit not noticeably (to others. He notices it all the time.) and his lips are full and approximately the same width as his rather big nose. His nose does tend to stick out a little bit, and, luckily, is not downturned on the end, but stands out 'normally'.He is ever so slightly tan/olive (his neck is actually getting a noticeable tan. T_T) and his fingers are long and taper down to rather pleasant looking digit ending. His nails are usually trimmed down, although, currently, there is a little bit of white showing. His hands are quite average sized, and he has a very, VERY small scar on his right hand's pointer finger's left side (when looking from his perspective.)His arm muscles are kind of defined, and, if he had my shirt off, you'd see that the tannish color that dominates much of his body becomes slightly (ever so slightly) less tan as you reach his shoulder(you'd also see his slightly defined six pack... T_T). His legs are heavily coated in muscle. The muscle down there makes up a lot of his 172 pounds, luckily, meaning that he is not fat even though he sounds overweight(I think...). Technically speaking, he is almost anorexic actually.His calves are well defined, and the rest of his legs taper down to size nine(men's) feet. His ankles are rather bony and pale. He has a lot of hair on his arms - but just enough so that it looks 'good' apparently. Same with his legs.He usually wears a plaid shirt and long blue jeans. His hair is rather unruly and almost never combed
Fitness Level (strong, weak, etc.): Strong, high endurance.
Profession (this can be anything from a police officer to a doctor, this determines your skills and starting equipment in which I will decide - if you are pet, type in your animal): Was a student.
Characteristics (optional): A mystery. Although he is rather shy...
Biography (optional): ((Oh good. Optional!))
Starting Location (look at map, you may only choose within the green or grey areas): Blanvania
Did you read and understand the rules?: Yes, characters will die, sicknesses, no controlling zombie hordes... were was the 'insert into app' thing...? Oh wait, it isn't there. ((XD))
Notes (anything you'd want to add? Maybe your character is knowledgeable with computers, etc.): Highly intelligent (IQ of approximately 151.) Has taken Jujitsu since he was eleven. Was in track for the past nine years. Played lacrosse for the past five years. Very fast. Can run for long distances. Is a furry. ((In the fandom sense of the word. Not an actual anthro... T_T))
Accepted! Nice application. Yeah, the 'insert into app' thing is a little trick to force you read the rules over and over again, looking for any hidden words. Hahaha. Unintentional. Same thing I said to Nephener: be careful when taking long to create applications, as your character may easily die. It just depends on your play style mostly. If you plan on taking risks, expect death. If you play it safe and remain within the green areas (grey areas are not yet concluded), you'll stay alive for a long time, if not for the rest of the RP.
Anyway...
City
It was midnight at last, the cold and the rain remained in the entire city except in Lurdaena, where it remained fairly cloudy, but with no rain. The moon was full tonight, however. If that would mean anything... perhaps the zombies would turn into werewolves. Different sorts of foul smells engulfed the city, sometimes to the point of it being unbearable. Though it was different for the survivors that lived here for months, they were somewhat used to it.
Tynebrea
Odd posters were being hanged all around Tynebrea, mentioning something along the lines of 'justice fighters'. From afar, it looked like a recruitment poster. Perhaps reading it more closely would bring more information.
Blanvania
Blanvania, unlike in the rest of the city, didn't smell as bad. Though the place felt very lonely as it was often foggy here and rainy in these parts. The whole suburb felt disconnected from the city, roads alone and abandoned. Even zombies were rare to come by here. However, word is, that an abnormally large with superhuman speed creature inhabited the prison. Perhaps it was just a rumour to scare. Or perhaps it's real. But is it really worth the risk in finding out?
My current avatar is Gyro Zeppeli from the popular manga Jojo's Bizarre Adventure. He's my favorite character. I love his optimism, dry humor, and his ability to do considerable damage even without a stand.
No, because I didn't accept you yet. I asked you a question: "How does Logan have a good aim if he is just a high school student and doesn't even have a gun yet?" - unless you plan to forfeit the entire concept of him having good aim, I'm still waiting for an answer. I'm going to sleep now.
((6. Getting sick is common. Whether your character has a mild cold, or a serious fever, the body works harder than ever to fight off bacteria that 'floats' all around the city being emitted from the disease-riddled zombies. It leaves your body extremely vulnerable. The further you venture towards the Very Dangerous zones, the likely you will catch a more serious sickness. Sicknesses cannot kill you, and to prevent them from making your character sick, wear a gas mask and a hazmat suit.))
((I read through the rules, and that seemed a little off. If this is an infectious type of zombie, the disease would be a virus, as viruses are the only diseases that have the capability to transform someone into a "zombie" effeciently. If we are doing dead reanimation, which I personally don't prefer, but will happily live with, there will be a lot more than just bacteria. Anything dead decays, and flies, parasites, and other animals that feed on dead organisms (buzzards, crows, etc.) will also be eating these zombies... which would actually be a little funny to look at.))
((To clear up confusion, I didn't mean a armored car like a truck or SWAT car or something in that family. I was referring to something like this:
If that is still unacceptable, please let me know.))
((I honestly can understand 3 clips being too much, but 1? Would there be an issue if I request to raise that to 2? I count my ammunition in role play, and keep track of how much I've used, and 30 rounds won't last me all that long.))
((Other than that, I just got back from Swim Team, so once I clear the water from my ears, I'll post my character's appearance.))
((In answer to your question, Logan isn't good at aiming yet, he'll just learn very quickly once he starts.))
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My current avatar is Gyro Zeppeli from the popular manga Jojo's Bizarre Adventure. He's my favorite character. I love his optimism, dry humor, and his ability to do considerable damage even without a stand.
Accepted! Nice application. Yeah, the 'insert into app' thing is a little trick to force you read the rules over and over again, looking for any hidden words. Hahaha. Unintentional. Same thing I said to Nephener: be careful when taking long to create applications, as your character may easily die. It just depends on your play style mostly. If you plan on taking risks, expect death. If you play it safe and remain within the green areas (grey areas are not yet concluded), you'll stay alive for a long time, if not for the rest of the RP.
City
It was midnight at last, the cold and the rain remained in the entire city except in Lurdaena, where it remained fairly cloudy, but with no rain. The moon was full tonight, however. If that would mean anything... perhaps the zombies would turn into werewolves. Different sorts of foul smells engulfed the city, sometimes to the point of it being unbearable. Though it was different for the survivors that lived here for months, they were somewhat used to it.
Blanvania
Blanvania, unlike in the rest of the city, didn't smell as bad. Though the place felt very lonely as it was often foggy here and rainy in these parts. The whole suburb felt disconnected from the city, roads alone and abandoned. Even zombies were rare to come by here. However, word is, that an abnormally large with superhuman speed creature inhabited the prison. Perhaps it was just a rumour to scare. Or perhaps it's real. But is it really worth the risk in finding out?
((Thank you... that description was actually written a while ago for a 5' 4" teenager. Hopefully, I took out all evidence of this... but I may have forgotten something. I am also leaving in about ten days, and won't be back until August.))
Jake was hunkering down in Blanvania's abandoned gas station. ((I assume that the power has already gone out.)) The darkness inside was not at all dispersed by the full moon that peered through the web like cracks in the gas station's ceiling. Two of the store's rows were still standing, the others had been shoved over, broken, or toppled over of their own accord long ago. The lights - the *unbroken* lights - stared down from the ceiling like spider's eyes, holding Jake within their gaze.
Jake was, as always, terrified.
However, terrified as he was, it did not keep him from sleeping.
He was resting behind the broken glass topped check out stand near the back of the store. Personally, it made no sense to him - usually, check out stands were located near the front of the store to deter shoplifting. Oh well. At least it hid him from the prying eyes of zombies... and people.
He dreamed of random flashes of white, followed by impressions of red... just flowing. The same dream he'd been dreaming since Melani was... murdered. Suddenly, something happened. Jake wasn't sure what, but, due to his always present nervousness, he awoke with a start. He refrained from leaping up - that would alert anyone that was nearby, be it zombie or malicious raider - and instead looked around, trying to locate the noise.
After seeing that he could not locate it from behind the plaster wall of the check out stand, he slowly crouched up and off of his torn green sleeping bag. Considering that he had no weapon, if there was something out there, he should probably run.
He cautiously peered out over the top of the non-glass side of the counter, seeing... nothing.
Perhaps it was hiding behind one of the stands?
Perhaps he was being paranoid?
He slowed his breathing and tried to make his heart stop pumping so fast, but it was no use. Whatever was out there - probably nothing, hopefully nothing - was out there, and unless Jake ran or was very very quiet, it would find him and devour him. Or perhaps it'd just shoot him. If it was another human - one with the intent of stealing whatever meager supplies that Jake had - Jake was hopeful that he'd be able to put his Jujitsu training to work before he died.
A sound echoed throughout the store... glass cracking beneath the weight of something's - or someone's - weight. Jake tried to not whimper, and, luckily, was successful. He ducked back down, locating the bathroom stalls to his right. The door that led out of the cashier's stand was, sadly, to his left. This was not going to be easy, and could result in his being seen/shot/killed.
He peeked over the counter top again. The silhouette of the man/zombie was no where to be seen. Perhaps it'd left, or perhaps it was just waiting. Either way, better safe than sorry.
He slowly crawled over to the door, opening it. It made a long, drawn out creaking sound that would have been humorous if a low moan hadn't been heard throughout the store just then. The sound of shuffling feet was easily audible, coming ever closer to where Jake was now. He was, to put it simple, paralyzed with fear. His arms where shaking, his stomach was severely sick... to put it simply, Jake was pretty sure that he was about to die.
Luckily, that one thought basically saved him. His brain rebelled against it and though I AM NOT GOING TO DIE! Right then, resulting in Jake turning around, standing up, and sprinting (as best as he could) to the other side of the cashier's stand, hurtling himself over the glass counter top. He landed, did a roll, and continued out to the bathrooms. The women's bathroom had a huge, gaping hole in it for some reason - like someone had set a bomb off inside of it.
Opening the women's door, he saw that... well, he didn't see anything. The moon was completely obscured by the heavy foliage above the roofless women's bathroom, meaning that Jake was unable to even stumble through the dark. The only reason he didn't declare it hopeless and give up was because of the slow, steady, ominous shuffling sound that he could hear, coming ever closer to the door. The lock on it didn't work, and, in fact, it didn't even close properly any more. The zombie would have no trouble getting through it - it'd just have to lean on it, after all.
The only source of light at all was the barest suggestions of a shining speck of ground... outside. This meant that Jake would be able to tell where the hole was - not exactly, but he'd still make it out. Hopefully alive.
"Graaaahh..." Emanated from behind him. It was joined by another moan - this one also inside of the store, no doubt attracted by Jake's meaningless noise.
Jake gulped and attempted to feel his way around the invisible stalls, sinks, paper towel dispensers, dried up vomit, and other miscellaneous paraphernalia. The door squeaked open. That sound was quickly followed by more shuffling foot steps and the smell of rotten meat. Jake was almost at the hole now... but the zombies were gaining on him. Suddenly, something grabbed him. He yelped, then, thinking on the spot, slipped out of ((Did I say what he is wearing? He *was* wearing a coat, as well as some blue jeans and a green striped t-shirt.)) his dark yellow cloth coat, and arrived at the hole. He stumbled out into the night and ran away from the gas station, listening to the frustrated moans of the zombies within it.
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OnceInALongTime: "You confuse me, Mage. Amazability should be a word so I could describe your words."
Why the heck is this happening, Joey thought to himself. He looked around, seeing nothing of value. He busted the lock off the door, and stepped off to the side. Shambling footsteps and moans came towards the door, and it began to creak open.
Joey hid behind the open door, waiting, cloaked in shadow, for his prey to enter the kill zone. Joey wrapped his right arm around it's neck at a 90 degree angle and gripping the wrist with his left hand. He held the hold for a few seconds, and then bashed stabbed through its brain with the Trench Knife. He grabbed the fire ax that had been strapped to the former man's back, and swung it experimentally,
"Nice..." He smirked, as he thought to himself, And why does it have to happen to me...
He snapped the shaft of the ax in half, putting the splintered stick in his messenger bag. As he walked further into the old syndicate hideout, he noticed that the place used to be heavily baracaded, maybe a group of small group of survivors had stayed here. He searched the space, avoiding any and all contact with the remaining zombies. He finally finally found what looked like a supply room, with separate buckets for each resident's supplies. He began searching through the buckets and found a lot of useless crap. He did find some fresh fruits when he heard a moan.
Joey spun around silently, gripping the shortened ax and throwing it with perfect accuracy directly between the eyes. He finished searching through, and found a straight razor. He looked around a bit more, and found an area with a few beds. He took the broken half of the shaft, and held the doors. He went to sleep in a bed for the first in a week.
Inventory:
Splintered Stick Improvised Short-Ax Silenced Beretta M9 12 9x19mm ammo (With the pistol) Bag of Supplies (1 Day) Trench Knife 3 Apples Straight Razor
((6. Getting sick is common. Whether your character has a mild cold, or a serious fever, the body works harder than ever to fight off bacteria that 'floats' all around the city being emitted from the disease-riddled zombies. It leaves your body extremely vulnerable. The further you venture towards the Very Dangerous zones, the likely you will catch a more serious sickness. Sicknesses cannot kill you, and to prevent them from making your character sick, wear a gas mask and a hazmat suit.))
((I read through the rules, and that seemed a little off. If this is an infectious type of zombie, the disease would be a virus, as viruses are the only diseases that have the capability to transform someone into a "zombie" effeciently. If we are doing dead reanimation, which I personally don't prefer, but will happily live with, there will be a lot more than just bacteria. Anything dead decays, and flies, parasites, and other animals that feed on dead organisms (buzzards, crows, etc.) will also be eating these zombies... which would actually be a little funny to look at.))
((To clear up confusion, I didn't mean a armored car like a truck or SWAT car or something in that family. I was referring to something like this:
If that is still unacceptable, please let me know.))
((I honestly can understand 3 clips being too much, but 1? Would there be an issue if I request to raise that to 2? I count my ammunition in role play, and keep track of how much I've used, and 30 rounds won't last me all that long.))
((Other than that, I just got back from Swim Team, so once I clear the water from my ears, I'll post my character's appearance.))
To clear things up:
1. No, you misread. Think of it this way: do you 'transform' into a zombie when you catch a cold? Because I certainly don't. Sicknesses are regular, normal viruses and diseases that enter your body and has nothing to do with the zombie infection.
2. Same rules apply with the vehicle.
3. Some time has passed, so unless your character has been hiding in a closet for a couple of months, he's surely had to deal with at least some zombies. 1 clip, it's only fair.
You could start RPing now under the knowledge of these conditions. I've seen your appearance.
((In answer to your question, Logan isn't good at aiming yet, he'll just learn very quickly once he starts.))
Accepted. I will work something out because it's still a bit odd for me, but for now, you could start RPing.
Oh and sorry guys, I forgot to give you starting equipment and whatnot. So here goes, for everyone that joined so far...
Joseph "Joey" Feller
Silenced Beretta M9, 9x19mm ammo (12)(goes with the pistol), bag of supplies (to last a day), and a trench knife.
- Specialises in violence. Experience with guns, and hand-to-hand combat.
Eric Morin
M4 Carbine, 5.56x45mm ammo (30)(goes with the rifle), bag of supplies (to last a day), and a bag of small scientific equipment.
- Has scientific understanding.
Jake Neca
A bag of supplies (14 days), some medicine, and a melee weapon of your choice.
- Silent and athletic.
Logan James Crane
A bag of supplies (7 days), some medicine, a melee weapon of your choice, and a mobile phone.
-Silent and agile.
((OP, Still waiting for you to tell me what I found))
Sorry about that. I somehow managed to forget. If I forget something again in the future, feel free to remind me. I kind of have a lot work at hand right now and I'm probably going to need a moderator soon.
You find nothing particularly useful to contribute to your survival. But all around was a couple of books and plenty of magazines that could perhaps keep you entertained and busy during these dark, alone times.
((Once again, OP. I leave it up to you what I find. If I find anything at all, that is up to you.)
(Remember, you can also decide anything MINOR that you find, such as SOME food, some entertaining such as books and maagazines, batteries, etc. However, I will stop you if something comes up, as in the future, food will be a lot harder to come by. Anything major such as a hazmat suit or a sniper rifle, I will not accept.)
In the store, on the counters, amidst of all the trash, you find 2 day's worth of food. However, the food wasn't well preserved, thus making it possibly expired.
((Thank you... that description was actually written a while ago for a 5' 4" teenager. Hopefully, I took out all evidence of this... but I may have forgotten something. I am also leaving in about ten days, and won't be back until August.))
...
((I assume that the power has already gone out.))
Sure. No problem. If you plan on leaving somewhere, I'll 'pause' your character until you come back. Just before leaving, avoid conversation with others, you'll leave them hanging. Haha.
Actually, as for the power, there is still electricity running through the hydroelectric self-sustained generators. There is also water too - however, the water is not healthy.
Why the heck is this happening, Joey thought to himself. He looked around, seeing nothing of value. He busted the lock off the door, and stepped off to the side. Footsteps came towards the door, and it began to creak open,
"Who the h*** left the door unlocked!" A man shouted. Joey hid behind the open door, waiting, cloaked in shadow, for his prey to enter the kill zone.
"What the-!" The man shouted, as Joey wrapped his right arm around his neck at a 90 degree angle and gripping the wrist with his left hand. He held the hold for roughly 20 seconds, and the man's body went limp. He grabbed the fire ax that had been strapped to the man's back, and swung it experimentally,
"Nice..." He smirked, as he thought to himself, And why does it have to happen to me...
He snapped the shaft of the ax in half, putting the splintered stick in his messenger bag. As he walked further into the old syndicate hideout, he noticed that the place was relatively unguarded, maybe a group of 5 or 6 roamed the premises. He searched the space, avoiding any and all contact with the small group. He finally finally found what looked like a supply room, with separate buckets for each resident's supplies. He began searching through the buckets, as he found (( OP, you decide )).
"Oh s***! Who the heck are you!?!"
Joey turned around, gripping the shortened ax and throwing it with perfect accuracy, directly.... in the foot.
"I'll let you live," Joey whispered as he ripped the short-ax from the wound and held it to the young man's neck, "If you don't let them know I'm here." (( OP, did he tell on Joey, or comply. You control the NPCs ))
Inventory: Splintered Stick Improvised Short-Ax
I'm sorry but I don't want anyone controlling anything survivor NPC related. They're kind of meant to be semi-rare and I want certain experiences to be unique, not something of a feature that you could use to test your combat skills against. Also, your inventory has been updated, just upper to this post.
I will post events later, right now I just wanted to get these things sorted. As once again, I just woke up.
BUT... I'll leave it with this:
The sun began to rise upon the orange distance. Living in the city, the sunrise was only visible on the highest of rooftops. The rain began to pour less heavily, the cold turned to somewhat cool, and the zombies were indefinitely slower during day time. It seems the sun has a major effect on them. They went into hiding within shelter. Although the sun would not harm physically in any way, they still hated it very much. More research would have to invested in this to understand fully.
I'll gladly help you out managing this thread if you've got too much time on your hands.
It's up to you, Just trying to help.
Hmm... well, you forgot to use OOC brackets.
But I'll most likely end up putting you on trial. Maybe soon.
And maybe soon as in right now, since you've been my oldest active member before DragonWing.
I'll put you on trial for 2 days, so currently you can accept applications, assign starting equipment, and decide what people find/scavenge.
Learn from the way I did it, and just be reasonable. If it makes sense IRL, it makes sense here too.
Also, balance.
I have to get started on the description of the other suburbs soon too.
Jake had spent the rest of the night drifting into and out of sleep on the top boughs of a tree while getting soaked thoroughly by rain. All of his meager supplies, however, had been left in the gas station... which meant that, unless he wanted to take his chances on finding food out there (probably poisoned), he would have to go and grab them from the now zombie infested (okay, it's two zombies. Still, it takes one to change someone...) gas station.
He was currently about twelve minutes away from the gas station, near the outskirts of the district. The oak tree he was in towered into the sky, easily about fifty feet in the air. It's large leaves did little to protect Jake from the freezing cold rain that poured out of the clouds in the sky. Due to this, he was very cold. The barest rays of the sun slowly peeked up and over some of the lower buildings in the distance - the rain clouds were beginning to move on, and, because of this, the sun was just barely visible.
Jake began the long, arduous climb down, taking care to find secure handholds and not make any noise that may attract any zombies in the area to him. All of his muscles were stiff, his clothes were ripped, and his hands were sore from climbing up the tree the night before. At one point, he slipped a few feet and had to grab on to a branch that was, luckily, just to his right. He stayed like that for a few minutes, letting the frigid rain run off of his skin and into his eyes. Then he started moving again, taking it, again, slowly. The bark was slippery and wet under his fingers, smearing little half decomposed wood bits onto his already dirty skin.
Eventually, he made it to the ground. The gas station was located... well, the desecrated fountain to his left was the opposite...
"Okay," He muttered to himself. "The gas station is to my right. That way. It is... if the sun rises there, that means that the gas station is most likely in the south. Okay. Good. Let's go..."
Talking aloud, even to himself, helped Jake calm down. Following the asphalt road that wound it's way through the sparse neighborhoods, miniature forests, and parks, he finally came to the gas station. Looking at it from the frontal view, a small forest of densely packed, dark looking trees towered to the left. A group of nearly pristine looking houses were located about five hundred feet to the right of the station - they probably had more zombies in them, which is why Jake had strayed away from them in the first place.
The sun, by this time, was able to cast it's warm rays over Jake's freezing body. It didn't help much, but he stopped hugging his arms to his chest. The rain was only sprinkling now, as well.
Jake paused to think. The zombies were obviously attracted to noises, and Jake had witnessed how slowly they moved when the sun shone on them... so could he lure them out here with a noise, sneak into the station through the back, get his supplies, and leave without them noticing him.
But what could he make the noise with? If he had a glass bottle, he could hide in the forest and throw it onto the asphalt, creating a loud ringing sound that would surely draw them towards it. Sadly, he did not have a bottle. He only had... nothing, actually. Perhaps he'd have to do the next best thing - make a distraction inside of the store and make a run for his supplies while the zombies were mulling it over?
Thinking this, he slowly walked over to the forest on the left side of the station and picked up one of the larger/heavier branches on the ground. He lifted it up (it was almost too heavy for him to lift it with one hand) and walked back to the gas station. He was about twenty feet from the front of it, one of the larger windows lined up in front of him like a perfect target.
He silently hefted the branch onto his shoulder, grabbed it with both hands, and threw it at the window. Not surprisingly, the window didn't break - it just made a rather annoying sound like rocks hitting cement... actually, it was loud enough for at least one of the zombies to have heard; a loud moan filled the air and quiet, shuffling sounds came from inside the station. These sounds were almost instantly joined by another pair... and another pair. Jake, however, was already gone, racing around to the left wall of the station and peering into the now illuminated hole in the women's bathroom.
Something that Jake hadn't noticed before, but noticed now, is that the tan tiles on the ground and the dirt directly outside of the hole were unbroken, so it was more like something big and heavy had crashed through the wall.
He silently crept into the bathroom, listening to the sounds of... watermelons hitting cement? It must have been the zombies. Perhaps they were hitting the window he'd thrown the branch at.
Jake slowly and cautiously eased his way into the gas station, the thumping sounds were still going on. He stalked up to the counter, not even bothering to look at the zombies - he'd have gotten too scared - and around it. The counter door was, strangely, ripped off of it's hinges - this, luckily, meant that there would not be a tell tale squeaky noise to alert the flesh eating monsters near the front of the shop.
He crouched down beneath the counter and began gathering his stuff. The sleeping bag would be helpful if it rained so hard again, his backpack with all of the food supplies in it would be his savior, and the aspirin in the side of the cloth backpack would be useful for... something. He'd think about it later.
At this point, there was no need to be silent, so - wait a second. The thumping had stopped.
Jake suddenly noticed the strong stench of rotting flesh and looked behind him.
How had he not heard all three of the zombies shuffle their way to him? Luckily, there was still room for him to jump over the glass counter - again - and make it out alive. He threw his backpack (with the sleeping bag in it) over the counter and jumped out after it. The zombies, meanwhile, were trying to smash through the counter.
Jake picked the backpack up and ran as fast as he could, making it out of the gas station and into the creepy forest. Eventually, he made it back to the tree he'd slept in.
He decided to just keep going. ((He is headed for Pammal.))
((Melee weapon is not yet found.)) Jake Neca A bag of supplies (14 days), some medicine, and a melee weapon of your choice. - Silent and athletic.
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OnceInALongTime: "You confuse me, Mage. Amazability should be a word so I could describe your words."
I'm sorry but I don't want anyone controlling anything survivor NPC related. They're kind of meant to be semi-rare and I want certain experiences to be unique, not something of a feature that you could use to test your combat skills against. Also, your inventory has been updated, just upper to this post.
Alright, sorry bought that. Kinda used the no starting inventory to my advantage by getting myself a Short-Ax and a Crafting Material. If you would like me to resest, I'll change the post to say "IGNORE THIS POST", and start over. If its fine to keep it, can I know how the NPC reacted so that I can continue to RP? Thanks.
I'm sorry but I don't want anyone controlling anything survivor NPC related. They're kind of meant to be semi-rare and I want certain experiences to be unique, not something of a feature that you could use to test your combat skills against. Also, your inventory has been updated, just upper to this post.
Alright, sorry bought that. Kinda used the no starting inventory to my advantage by getting myself a Short-Ax and a Crafting Material. If you would like me to resest, I'll change the post to say "IGNORE THIS POST", and start over. If its fine to keep it, can I know how the NPC reacted so that I can continue to RP? Thanks.
That is smart. Also, it's turning day, not night. And you won't have to deal with the food.
Jake:
During his journey to Pammal, Jake spots a dog in the distance. Approaching the dog shows signs that the dog may either be infected and riddled with all sorts of diseases, or that it was heavily injured somehow. Its injuries were able to still sustain the dog's body and keep it on its feet. It could not run however, and it needed serious help as it slowly limbed towards Jake as if it was ASKING for help. Leaving the dog here would mean the its death. But if you decide to bring it along and take care of it, you could potentially gain a new buddy, a friend, and a protector.
It was life or death for this unusually dark German Shepherd, and it was at the palm of your hands. However, be aware that you risk catching something if you decide to help him. The dog had scratch marks all around its body covered with blood, particularly a large one on his face. He also had small chunks of flesh on his lower back missing.
"Oh... you poor thing..." Jake said aloud, trying to get the dog to come closer. ((Look! A personality trait of Jake's! His love of animals overrides his cowardice and shyness!))
He pulled his backpack off and sat down on the (now warm) black asphalt road ((I think it's stopped raining...)) procuring some of his water from the inner recesses of the container. "Come're, buddy..."
The black dog looked terrible, as if something had tried to maul it, eat it, and shoot it all at once. Bleeding scratches were evident along it's side, and half of it's face was coated with the stuff. Some of the fur... and... flesh... was missing from his back. Despite all of this, his tail waggled as it came closer to Jake.
((Not sure if Jake's about to be killed or not... XD. That's really one of his greatest weaknesses. He believes the best he can of any animal/person he meets.))
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OnceInALongTime: "You confuse me, Mage. Amazability should be a word so I could describe your words."
((Not sure if Jake's about to be killed or not... XD. That's really one of his greatest weaknesses. He believes the best he can of any animal/person he meets.))
(Luckily, I wanted to introduce pets into the RP. So nope, Jake will not die this time.)
Upon closer inspection, the dog looks like an other ordinary dog, only heavily injured. It is unsure what had caused this, perhaps other animals, or perhaps from abuse... or even the fact that it got injured from running away. For sure, the dog was not infected. And from the looks of it, the dog will be fine and will recover to full health shortly. It is grateful that you saved him.
I'll be giving the dog for you to control. Give it 3 days until it has fully recovered - you'll have to stop somewhere or carry it as it won't have much strength to move. So long as you have the dog with you (since you have to feed it for it to continue living), you will lose 1 and 1/2 food a day.
It has stopped raining. The sun is now shining brightly.
Also, there has been new things added, check the log at page 1.
Logan finished his granola bar and soda bottle and tossed the trash into some random person's front yard. ((Food: 6)) When you're in a post-apocalyptic wasteland, laws like "littering" don't matter as much as they used to. Logan sighed and started playing with his iPhone 4s. He wasn't the best survivor. All he had were some granola bars, some bottles of soda, and a pocketknife with a three inch blade. Logan pushed his doubts away and stood up. He couldn't just sit there waiting for someone to pity and help him. He looked up at the sky. The sun was rising. Despite how much danger he was in, Logan took a minute to admire the star's beauty. He then put away his phone and headed off in search of a vending machine.
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My current avatar is Gyro Zeppeli from the popular manga Jojo's Bizarre Adventure. He's my favorite character. I love his optimism, dry humor, and his ability to do considerable damage even without a stand.
The sun began to rise upon the orange distance. Living in the city, the sunrise was only visible on the highest of rooftops. The rain began to pour less heavily, the cold turned to somewhat cool, and the zombies were indefinitely slower during day time. It seems the sun has a major effect on them. They went into hiding within shelter. Although the sun would not harm physically in any way, they still hated it very much. More research would have to invested in this to understand fully.
Jake fed the dog some of his food and poured some water into his hands for him to drink out of. The dog seemed as though it could barely walk, so Jake decided to get off of the main road and take shelter in one of the few small brick hovels this far out of the city.
The one that he found/used is rather decrepit, having a wooden door with a giant hole in the middle of it and no doorknob, no window panes in its small window frames - only window shutters that were, oddly, intact - and blood splattered all over it's otherwise unmarred yellow brick walls. The inside was much smaller than it had at first seemed. A small hammock hung at the upper left hand corner of the room, with an office fridge on a wooden counter. There was no sink in sight, and the bathroom was no where to be found. There were no other rooms.
Frankly, though, Jake was thankful that it was so small - no zombies were in this one room, therefore, the house was secure. However, the inside was bound to become freakishly dim at night, as it was already quite dark and the sun was already up.
The best part about the entire shelter is the fact that it was dry on the inside - apparently, a wooden roof with holes that are plugged up with dried mud is leak proof.
Jake sighed and set the poor dog down (yes, he'd been carrying it...) and set out his sleeping bag. When he tried to move the dog onto his bag, however, the dog yelped and Jake was forced to leave it on the ground.
You mean like an OOC thread? If so, there's currently no need for that, but I have thought of it before. Maybe if/when this RP gets popular I will consider this. Also, please use OOC indications (( preferably double brackets, like this one )), when you're talking out of character. I, myself, won't need to use it as I don't have a character of my own. You'll be able to tell.
Accepted! Nice application. Yeah, the 'insert into app' thing is a little trick to force you read the rules over and over again, looking for any hidden words. Hahaha. Unintentional. Same thing I said to Nephener: be careful when taking long to create applications, as your character may easily die. It just depends on your play style mostly. If you plan on taking risks, expect death. If you play it safe and remain within the green areas (grey areas are not yet concluded), you'll stay alive for a long time, if not for the rest of the RP.
Anyway...
City
It was midnight at last, the cold and the rain remained in the entire city except in Lurdaena, where it remained fairly cloudy, but with no rain. The moon was full tonight, however. If that would mean anything... perhaps the zombies would turn into werewolves. Different sorts of foul smells engulfed the city, sometimes to the point of it being unbearable. Though it was different for the survivors that lived here for months, they were somewhat used to it.
Tynebrea
Odd posters were being hanged all around Tynebrea, mentioning something along the lines of 'justice fighters'. From afar, it looked like a recruitment poster. Perhaps reading it more closely would bring more information.
Blanvania
Blanvania, unlike in the rest of the city, didn't smell as bad. Though the place felt very lonely as it was often foggy here and rainy in these parts. The whole suburb felt disconnected from the city, roads alone and abandoned. Even zombies were rare to come by here. However, word is, that an abnormally large with superhuman speed creature inhabited the prison. Perhaps it was just a rumour to scare. Or perhaps it's real. But is it really worth the risk in finding out?
My current avatar is Gyro Zeppeli from the popular manga Jojo's Bizarre Adventure. He's my favorite character. I love his optimism, dry humor, and his ability to do considerable damage even without a stand.
Hey you can check out my website if you want: Stories I Scribbled
No, because I didn't accept you yet. I asked you a question: "How does Logan have a good aim if he is just a high school student and doesn't even have a gun yet?" - unless you plan to forfeit the entire concept of him having good aim, I'm still waiting for an answer. I'm going to sleep now.
((I read through the rules, and that seemed a little off. If this is an infectious type of zombie, the disease would be a virus, as viruses are the only diseases that have the capability to transform someone into a "zombie" effeciently. If we are doing dead reanimation, which I personally don't prefer, but will happily live with, there will be a lot more than just bacteria. Anything dead decays, and flies, parasites, and other animals that feed on dead organisms (buzzards, crows, etc.) will also be eating these zombies... which would actually be a little funny to look at.))
((To clear up confusion, I didn't mean a armored car like a truck or SWAT car or something in that family. I was referring to something like this:
If that is still unacceptable, please let me know.))
((I honestly can understand 3 clips being too much, but 1? Would there be an issue if I request to raise that to 2? I count my ammunition in role play, and keep track of how much I've used, and 30 rounds won't last me all that long.))
((Other than that, I just got back from Swim Team, so once I clear the water from my ears, I'll post my character's appearance.))
My current avatar is Gyro Zeppeli from the popular manga Jojo's Bizarre Adventure. He's my favorite character. I love his optimism, dry humor, and his ability to do considerable damage even without a stand.
Hey you can check out my website if you want: Stories I Scribbled
((Thank you... that description was actually written a while ago for a 5' 4" teenager. Hopefully, I took out all evidence of this... but I may have forgotten something. I am also leaving in about ten days, and won't be back until August.))
Jake was hunkering down in Blanvania's abandoned gas station. ((I assume that the power has already gone out.)) The darkness inside was not at all dispersed by the full moon that peered through the web like cracks in the gas station's ceiling. Two of the store's rows were still standing, the others had been shoved over, broken, or toppled over of their own accord long ago. The lights - the *unbroken* lights - stared down from the ceiling like spider's eyes, holding Jake within their gaze.
Jake was, as always, terrified.
However, terrified as he was, it did not keep him from sleeping.
He was resting behind the broken glass topped check out stand near the back of the store. Personally, it made no sense to him - usually, check out stands were located near the front of the store to deter shoplifting. Oh well. At least it hid him from the prying eyes of zombies... and people.
He dreamed of random flashes of white, followed by impressions of red... just flowing. The same dream he'd been dreaming since Melani was... murdered. Suddenly, something happened. Jake wasn't sure what, but, due to his always present nervousness, he awoke with a start. He refrained from leaping up - that would alert anyone that was nearby, be it zombie or malicious raider - and instead looked around, trying to locate the noise.
After seeing that he could not locate it from behind the plaster wall of the check out stand, he slowly crouched up and off of his torn green sleeping bag. Considering that he had no weapon, if there was something out there, he should probably run.
He cautiously peered out over the top of the non-glass side of the counter, seeing... nothing.
Perhaps it was hiding behind one of the stands?
Perhaps he was being paranoid?
He slowed his breathing and tried to make his heart stop pumping so fast, but it was no use. Whatever was out there - probably nothing, hopefully nothing - was out there, and unless Jake ran or was very very quiet, it would find him and devour him. Or perhaps it'd just shoot him. If it was another human - one with the intent of stealing whatever meager supplies that Jake had - Jake was hopeful that he'd be able to put his Jujitsu training to work before he died.
A sound echoed throughout the store... glass cracking beneath the weight of something's - or someone's - weight. Jake tried to not whimper, and, luckily, was successful. He ducked back down, locating the bathroom stalls to his right. The door that led out of the cashier's stand was, sadly, to his left. This was not going to be easy, and could result in his being seen/shot/killed.
He peeked over the counter top again. The silhouette of the man/zombie was no where to be seen. Perhaps it'd left, or perhaps it was just waiting. Either way, better safe than sorry.
He slowly crawled over to the door, opening it. It made a long, drawn out creaking sound that would have been humorous if a low moan hadn't been heard throughout the store just then. The sound of shuffling feet was easily audible, coming ever closer to where Jake was now. He was, to put it simple, paralyzed with fear. His arms where shaking, his stomach was severely sick... to put it simply, Jake was pretty sure that he was about to die.
Luckily, that one thought basically saved him. His brain rebelled against it and though I AM NOT GOING TO DIE! Right then, resulting in Jake turning around, standing up, and sprinting (as best as he could) to the other side of the cashier's stand, hurtling himself over the glass counter top. He landed, did a roll, and continued out to the bathrooms. The women's bathroom had a huge, gaping hole in it for some reason - like someone had set a bomb off inside of it.
Opening the women's door, he saw that... well, he didn't see anything. The moon was completely obscured by the heavy foliage above the roofless women's bathroom, meaning that Jake was unable to even stumble through the dark. The only reason he didn't declare it hopeless and give up was because of the slow, steady, ominous shuffling sound that he could hear, coming ever closer to the door. The lock on it didn't work, and, in fact, it didn't even close properly any more. The zombie would have no trouble getting through it - it'd just have to lean on it, after all.
The only source of light at all was the barest suggestions of a shining speck of ground... outside. This meant that Jake would be able to tell where the hole was - not exactly, but he'd still make it out. Hopefully alive.
"Graaaahh..." Emanated from behind him. It was joined by another moan - this one also inside of the store, no doubt attracted by Jake's meaningless noise.
Jake gulped and attempted to feel his way around the invisible stalls, sinks, paper towel dispensers, dried up vomit, and other miscellaneous paraphernalia. The door squeaked open. That sound was quickly followed by more shuffling foot steps and the smell of rotten meat. Jake was almost at the hole now... but the zombies were gaining on him. Suddenly, something grabbed him. He yelped, then, thinking on the spot, slipped out of ((Did I say what he is wearing? He *was* wearing a coat, as well as some blue jeans and a green striped t-shirt.)) his dark yellow cloth coat, and arrived at the hole. He stumbled out into the night and ran away from the gas station, listening to the frustrated moans of the zombies within it.
OnceInALongTime: "You confuse me, Mage. Amazability should be a word so I could describe your words."
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Joey hid behind the open door, waiting, cloaked in shadow, for his prey to enter the kill zone. Joey wrapped his right arm around it's neck at a 90 degree angle and gripping the wrist with his left hand. He held the hold for a few seconds, and then bashed stabbed through its brain with the Trench Knife. He grabbed the fire ax that had been strapped to the former man's back, and swung it experimentally,
"Nice..." He smirked, as he thought to himself,
And why does it have to happen to me...
He snapped the shaft of the ax in half, putting the splintered stick in his messenger bag. As he walked further into the old syndicate hideout, he noticed that the place used to be heavily baracaded, maybe a group of small group of survivors had stayed here. He searched the space, avoiding any and all contact with the remaining zombies. He finally finally found what looked like a supply room, with separate buckets for each resident's supplies. He began searching through the buckets and found a lot of useless crap. He did find some fresh fruits when he heard a moan.
Joey spun around silently, gripping the shortened ax and throwing it with perfect accuracy directly between the eyes. He finished searching through, and found a straight razor. He looked around a bit more, and found an area with a few beds. He took the broken half of the shaft, and held the doors. He went to sleep in a bed for the first in a week.
Inventory:
Splintered Stick
Improvised Short-Ax
Silenced Beretta M9
12 9x19mm ammo (With the pistol)
Bag of Supplies (1 Day)
Trench Knife
3 Apples
Straight Razor
To clear things up:
1. No, you misread. Think of it this way: do you 'transform' into a zombie when you catch a cold? Because I certainly don't. Sicknesses are regular, normal viruses and diseases that enter your body and has nothing to do with the zombie infection.
2. Same rules apply with the vehicle.
3. Some time has passed, so unless your character has been hiding in a closet for a couple of months, he's surely had to deal with at least some zombies. 1 clip, it's only fair.
You could start RPing now under the knowledge of these conditions. I've seen your appearance.
Accepted. I will work something out because it's still a bit odd for me, but for now, you could start RPing.
Oh and sorry guys, I forgot to give you starting equipment and whatnot. So here goes, for everyone that joined so far...
Joseph "Joey" Feller
Silenced Beretta M9, 9x19mm ammo (12)(goes with the pistol), bag of supplies (to last a day), and a trench knife.
- Specialises in violence. Experience with guns, and hand-to-hand combat.
Eric Morin
M4 Carbine, 5.56x45mm ammo (30)(goes with the rifle), bag of supplies (to last a day), and a bag of small scientific equipment.
- Has scientific understanding.
Jake Neca
A bag of supplies (14 days), some medicine, and a melee weapon of your choice.
- Silent and athletic.
Logan James Crane
A bag of supplies (7 days), some medicine, a melee weapon of your choice, and a mobile phone.
-Silent and agile.
Sorry about that. I somehow managed to forget. If I forget something again in the future, feel free to remind me. I kind of have a lot work at hand right now and I'm probably going to need a moderator soon.
You find nothing particularly useful to contribute to your survival. But all around was a couple of books and plenty of magazines that could perhaps keep you entertained and busy during these dark, alone times.
(Remember, you can also decide anything MINOR that you find, such as SOME food, some entertaining such as books and maagazines, batteries, etc. However, I will stop you if something comes up, as in the future, food will be a lot harder to come by. Anything major such as a hazmat suit or a sniper rifle, I will not accept.)
In the store, on the counters, amidst of all the trash, you find 2 day's worth of food. However, the food wasn't well preserved, thus making it possibly expired.
Sure. No problem. If you plan on leaving somewhere, I'll 'pause' your character until you come back. Just before leaving, avoid conversation with others, you'll leave them hanging. Haha.
Actually, as for the power, there is still electricity running through the hydroelectric self-sustained generators. There is also water too - however, the water is not healthy.
I'm sorry but I don't want anyone controlling anything survivor NPC related. They're kind of meant to be semi-rare and I want certain experiences to be unique, not something of a feature that you could use to test your combat skills against. Also, your inventory has been updated, just upper to this post.
I will post events later, right now I just wanted to get these things sorted. As once again, I just woke up.
BUT... I'll leave it with this:
The sun began to rise upon the orange distance. Living in the city, the sunrise was only visible on the highest of rooftops. The rain began to pour less heavily, the cold turned to somewhat cool, and the zombies were indefinitely slower during day time. It seems the sun has a major effect on them. They went into hiding within shelter. Although the sun would not harm physically in any way, they still hated it very much. More research would have to invested in this to understand fully.
Hmm... well, you forgot to use OOC brackets.
But I'll most likely end up putting you on trial. Maybe soon.
And maybe soon as in right now, since you've been my oldest active member before DragonWing.
I'll put you on trial for 2 days, so currently you can accept applications, assign starting equipment, and decide what people find/scavenge.
Learn from the way I did it, and just be reasonable. If it makes sense IRL, it makes sense here too.
Also, balance.
I have to get started on the description of the other suburbs soon too.
He was currently about twelve minutes away from the gas station, near the outskirts of the district. The oak tree he was in towered into the sky, easily about fifty feet in the air. It's large leaves did little to protect Jake from the freezing cold rain that poured out of the clouds in the sky. Due to this, he was very cold. The barest rays of the sun slowly peeked up and over some of the lower buildings in the distance - the rain clouds were beginning to move on, and, because of this, the sun was just barely visible.
Jake began the long, arduous climb down, taking care to find secure handholds and not make any noise that may attract any zombies in the area to him. All of his muscles were stiff, his clothes were ripped, and his hands were sore from climbing up the tree the night before. At one point, he slipped a few feet and had to grab on to a branch that was, luckily, just to his right. He stayed like that for a few minutes, letting the frigid rain run off of his skin and into his eyes. Then he started moving again, taking it, again, slowly. The bark was slippery and wet under his fingers, smearing little half decomposed wood bits onto his already dirty skin.
Eventually, he made it to the ground. The gas station was located... well, the desecrated fountain to his left was the opposite...
"Okay," He muttered to himself. "The gas station is to my right. That way. It is... if the sun rises there, that means that the gas station is most likely in the south. Okay. Good. Let's go..."
Talking aloud, even to himself, helped Jake calm down. Following the asphalt road that wound it's way through the sparse neighborhoods, miniature forests, and parks, he finally came to the gas station. Looking at it from the frontal view, a small forest of densely packed, dark looking trees towered to the left. A group of nearly pristine looking houses were located about five hundred feet to the right of the station - they probably had more zombies in them, which is why Jake had strayed away from them in the first place.
The sun, by this time, was able to cast it's warm rays over Jake's freezing body. It didn't help much, but he stopped hugging his arms to his chest. The rain was only sprinkling now, as well.
Jake paused to think. The zombies were obviously attracted to noises, and Jake had witnessed how slowly they moved when the sun shone on them... so could he lure them out here with a noise, sneak into the station through the back, get his supplies, and leave without them noticing him.
But what could he make the noise with? If he had a glass bottle, he could hide in the forest and throw it onto the asphalt, creating a loud ringing sound that would surely draw them towards it. Sadly, he did not have a bottle. He only had... nothing, actually. Perhaps he'd have to do the next best thing - make a distraction inside of the store and make a run for his supplies while the zombies were mulling it over?
Thinking this, he slowly walked over to the forest on the left side of the station and picked up one of the larger/heavier branches on the ground. He lifted it up (it was almost too heavy for him to lift it with one hand) and walked back to the gas station. He was about twenty feet from the front of it, one of the larger windows lined up in front of him like a perfect target.
He silently hefted the branch onto his shoulder, grabbed it with both hands, and threw it at the window. Not surprisingly, the window didn't break - it just made a rather annoying sound like rocks hitting cement... actually, it was loud enough for at least one of the zombies to have heard; a loud moan filled the air and quiet, shuffling sounds came from inside the station. These sounds were almost instantly joined by another pair... and another pair. Jake, however, was already gone, racing around to the left wall of the station and peering into the now illuminated hole in the women's bathroom.
Something that Jake hadn't noticed before, but noticed now, is that the tan tiles on the ground and the dirt directly outside of the hole were unbroken, so it was more like something big and heavy had crashed through the wall.
He silently crept into the bathroom, listening to the sounds of... watermelons hitting cement? It must have been the zombies. Perhaps they were hitting the window he'd thrown the branch at.
Jake slowly and cautiously eased his way into the gas station, the thumping sounds were still going on. He stalked up to the counter, not even bothering to look at the zombies - he'd have gotten too scared - and around it. The counter door was, strangely, ripped off of it's hinges - this, luckily, meant that there would not be a tell tale squeaky noise to alert the flesh eating monsters near the front of the shop.
He crouched down beneath the counter and began gathering his stuff. The sleeping bag would be helpful if it rained so hard again, his backpack with all of the food supplies in it would be his savior, and the aspirin in the side of the cloth backpack would be useful for... something. He'd think about it later.
At this point, there was no need to be silent, so - wait a second. The thumping had stopped.
Jake suddenly noticed the strong stench of rotting flesh and looked behind him.
How had he not heard all three of the zombies shuffle their way to him? Luckily, there was still room for him to jump over the glass counter - again - and make it out alive. He threw his backpack (with the sleeping bag in it) over the counter and jumped out after it. The zombies, meanwhile, were trying to smash through the counter.
Jake picked the backpack up and ran as fast as he could, making it out of the gas station and into the creepy forest. Eventually, he made it back to the tree he'd slept in.
He decided to just keep going. ((He is headed for Pammal.))
((Melee weapon is not yet found.))
Jake Neca
A bag of supplies (14 days), some medicine, and a melee weapon of your choice.
- Silent and athletic.
OnceInALongTime: "You confuse me, Mage. Amazability should be a word so I could describe your words."
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Alright, sorry bought that. Kinda used the no starting inventory to my advantage by getting myself a Short-Ax and a Crafting Material. If you would like me to resest, I'll change the post to say "IGNORE THIS POST", and start over. If its fine to keep it, can I know how the NPC reacted so that I can continue to RP? Thanks.
OnceInALongTime: "You confuse me, Mage. Amazability should be a word so I could describe your words."
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No problem, just change the post.
That is smart. Also, it's turning day, not night. And you won't have to deal with the food.
Jake:
During his journey to Pammal, Jake spots a dog in the distance. Approaching the dog shows signs that the dog may either be infected and riddled with all sorts of diseases, or that it was heavily injured somehow. Its injuries were able to still sustain the dog's body and keep it on its feet. It could not run however, and it needed serious help as it slowly limbed towards Jake as if it was ASKING for help. Leaving the dog here would mean the its death. But if you decide to bring it along and take care of it, you could potentially gain a new buddy, a friend, and a protector.
It was life or death for this unusually dark German Shepherd, and it was at the palm of your hands. However, be aware that you risk catching something if you decide to help him. The dog had scratch marks all around its body covered with blood, particularly a large one on his face. He also had small chunks of flesh on his lower back missing.
EVERY SUNRISE:
-1 food for everyone.
He pulled his backpack off and sat down on the (now warm) black asphalt road ((I think it's stopped raining...)) procuring some of his water from the inner recesses of the container. "Come're, buddy..."
The black dog looked terrible, as if something had tried to maul it, eat it, and shoot it all at once. Bleeding scratches were evident along it's side, and half of it's face was coated with the stuff. Some of the fur... and... flesh... was missing from his back. Despite all of this, his tail waggled as it came closer to Jake.
((Not sure if Jake's about to be killed or not... XD. That's really one of his greatest weaknesses. He believes the best he can of any animal/person he meets.))
OnceInALongTime: "You confuse me, Mage. Amazability should be a word so I could describe your words."
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(Luckily, I wanted to introduce pets into the RP. So nope, Jake will not die this time.)
Upon closer inspection, the dog looks like an other ordinary dog, only heavily injured. It is unsure what had caused this, perhaps other animals, or perhaps from abuse... or even the fact that it got injured from running away. For sure, the dog was not infected. And from the looks of it, the dog will be fine and will recover to full health shortly. It is grateful that you saved him.
I'll be giving the dog for you to control. Give it 3 days until it has fully recovered - you'll have to stop somewhere or carry it as it won't have much strength to move. So long as you have the dog with you (since you have to feed it for it to continue living), you will lose 1 and 1/2 food a day.
It has stopped raining. The sun is now shining brightly.
Also, there has been new things added, check the log at page 1.
My current avatar is Gyro Zeppeli from the popular manga Jojo's Bizarre Adventure. He's my favorite character. I love his optimism, dry humor, and his ability to do considerable damage even without a stand.
Hey you can check out my website if you want: Stories I Scribbled
I have. Mage_of_Cats saw it.
#34:
The one that he found/used is rather decrepit, having a wooden door with a giant hole in the middle of it and no doorknob, no window panes in its small window frames - only window shutters that were, oddly, intact - and blood splattered all over it's otherwise unmarred yellow brick walls. The inside was much smaller than it had at first seemed. A small hammock hung at the upper left hand corner of the room, with an office fridge on a wooden counter. There was no sink in sight, and the bathroom was no where to be found. There were no other rooms.
Frankly, though, Jake was thankful that it was so small - no zombies were in this one room, therefore, the house was secure. However, the inside was bound to become freakishly dim at night, as it was already quite dark and the sun was already up.
The best part about the entire shelter is the fact that it was dry on the inside - apparently, a wooden roof with holes that are plugged up with dried mud is leak proof.
Jake sighed and set the poor dog down (yes, he'd been carrying it...) and set out his sleeping bag. When he tried to move the dog onto his bag, however, the dog yelped and Jake was forced to leave it on the ground.
"Oh well..." He said.
Jake Neca:
12 1/2 food
12 water ((I think...))
Backpack
[EDIT! CRAP!] Aspirin
OnceInALongTime: "You confuse me, Mage. Amazability should be a word so I could describe your words."
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