Foxtrotter exited The Green Prices as soon the sun rose up and illuminated his room, awakening him. He woke up with the face whom had a divinely slept night and merrily ate three of his Nakamura's Rice Cups, indulging his stomach for quite a few hours, assuming the content was of approximately three hundred grams per cup - he ate roughly one kilogram. Some seconds previously leaving through the main door, he raided the two working refrigerators and stole some of its goodies, most being vegetables that wouldn't last long periods. Foxtrotter abandoned The Green Prices after stealing its rusty, yet lethal at his hands, gate chains. They could come in handy, possibly. Although quite a rustic and aged short-range melee weapon, Foxtrotter had killed three Italians with it and it seemed gladly useful in the moment. Perhaps it could be equally utilizable.
Advancing through the streets, he quickly faced a small and common grocery store with its wooden door sealed by few poorly-nailed wooden planks and apparently bulletproof glasses, as several marks of gun fires were visible. He spied inside and noticed it was empty; however it still had few useful food items, including a chocolate vending machine. Foxtrotter vainly attempted to break through the nailed door, noticing it was an impossible deed. He jumped over the fence separating the store's backyard from the remaining of the street, facing nothing more and nothing else than a zombie whose human's presence seemed unnoticed. It would be in fractions of seconds until the monster invested towards him and Foxtrotter hadn't knowledge of the zombie quantity within the walls. The door was visibly opened and he inspected inside within few milliseconds, obtaining the pleasuring notice it was a loner.
Possibly the guardian of the treasures guarded within that store. The backyard had a nice appearance, excluding the spanked trash can and countless packages lying on the floor, beautifying the vision a solemn large and leafy pine, the dark green among vermilion walls. Readied to fight thankfully to his instincts, the zombie invested towards him.
Foxtrotter hadn't the infamous nickname of Hell Cowboy for no reason. He spun and dodged the monster's attempt to bite him, lashing it several times until the zombie's fragile arm was torn apart and it was unable to use it again. Staggering, he advanced; however Foxtrotter was quicker than it. Even a seven-years old would because it was stumbling leisurely. He crunched and rolled frontwards, passing down the elevated arm of an outraged zombie. While passing through, he whipped the monster on its stomach and regardless of being a human or not its body involuntarily twitched frontally, leaving it vulnerable. Foxtrotter's perfect try to stab its neck and possibly behead it. Foxtrotter groped the knife's grip and stabbed successfully its neck. However, the creature was surprisingly intelligent as it advanced backwards, stumbling its elbow on Foxtrotter's face.
A zombie just bumped on my face. Like, really? How in the world ...
He crawled farther from it, indignant of the world's cruel destiny, and stood up. The zombie slowly turned on his direction. Foxtrotter hadn't the name of Foxtrotter for no reason either. Swift as a fox, he sprinted and lowered his head, presumably evading from a possible punch. He used the chains to violently burst through its stomach, receiving a majestic bony hand in the nose.
The zombie collapsed on the trash can, accidentally liberating the struck knife on its neck after landing on the trash can. A strident noise of grinding metals echoed through most neighborhood, calling most zombies' attentions. Perhaps. Either way, Foxtrotter rose up while leaning on one of the walls, his vision blurred from the knock. Between tear droplets, Foxtrotter watched as the shredded creature uselessly tried to stay up, but its spine was severely wounded and the body hadn't sustenance. Its lower mandible was also ripped for some reason, and imminently blood painted the almost tall grass. Gurgling blood from its ripped mouth, it could barely see anything.
Exploiting of godmodding I became the zombie temporarily and noticed how its vision was naturally lacking in colours. However, most objects seemed as black blurs and it wasn't able to define whether or not was fresh flesh. But its acute senses localized fresh flesh some feet in distance, and before it could perform an action, its neck was sliced by a grandiose blade which advanced through its flesh easily; and fiercely.
Returning to Foxtrotter's vision, everything proceeded into being slightly blurry. He grabbed his Desert Eagle, not willing to repeat this battling process, and entered the grocery store. Thanks to the open door and the huge bulletproof glass pane, everything was well lit. However, thankfully to Foxtrotter's blurry vision, he took consumable and rotten items. Either way, it was a good place to stay at that night.
He readily sipped his water bottle, using little quantities to clean his face from the blood and tears. Foxtrotter dried his face with his fashion vest, after all that confusion. He noticed the vest protected him successively from many attack, and without it, he would be a devoured skeleton laid amidst the street. Foxtrotter lied his head on the wall, delighting of a calm and safe moment. He was well fed and, as much as possible, safe; therefore it was a reason to be thankful about.
Inventory:
I. Desert Eagle, one cartridge with six bullets.
II. Fixed blade knife.
III. First-aid kit for one use.
IV. Food for three and a half days.
V. Two bottles of water, 600 ml on total. (Enough for one and a half days.)
VI. Looted crap from grocery story & refrigerator.
As Joey awoke, he felt a little dizzy. He had to look around to remember where he was. The sun was shining, and it was a new day. He took a ate one of his cereal bars, and a juicy apple (Food Supply -1/3, Apple -1). It was delicious and refreshing, he thought, as he removed the broken shaft from the door handles! "Today, we are going to find you, Levi (His Horse)..." Joey said to himself, longing for live company. He knew that his daughter, Liza, was probably dead, being with the lout she eloped with. Oh Gracie, Joey thought, I tried my best, but to no avail. Please forgive me, and may god rest your soul... He wiped the blood off his weapons, and slowly stood up, then stretched. He looked outside through the window, and saw some of the d***ed creatures near the gas station across the street. He approached closer, hiding behind and between the destructed vehicles in the parking lot, as a shiny, red Audi A6 caught his eye. He opened the door and opened the glove compartment. The man who owned this car must have been mafia. He grabbed what he could (OP Needed), and then, he noticed the sound, "Tick, tick, tick, (ticking continues then turns to beeping)," Joey frantically rustled through the papers in the bottom of the compartment, saw a device with a light shining, displaying a digital time. Counting down.... "Oh s***!" Joey proclaimed, as he dove backwards into the building and the beautiful car exploded. All of a sudden, zombies started flooding out of the building, maybe half a dozen. Joey ran, and ran, ran, until he could run no more. He saw that he was in the suburbs, and saw a group of houses on his left. He pulled up the handle at the bottom of the garage door, closed it from the inside, and hid. He lay down, and opened the garage just a slit. Looking out, he saw the zombies walking by in ones and twos. He must have attracted more as he was running, D***, he thought. He tested the handle on the door to the house, and found it unlocked. He went in, and was forced to fire off two shots (ammo -2), silencing the threat quickly. Why doesn't anyone have a frikin' map?!? he thought to himself. He sorted through the drawers, and found a small, local map. "My house should be... here." He said to himself, "So that means that I have to head in the direction of... that park..." "It might be a," He stopped to think, "Half hour trip." It was about noon time, so he would have enough time to barricade his house down if there weren't any interruptions. He was in no condition to travel though, hungry as he was, and he consumed the rest of the day's food supply (Food Supply -2/3., and drank from the kitchen sink of the house. He made the trek, making very sure not to attract any Zed. He arrived outside the house, and saw that it was in perfect condition except, the fence to the back yard was broken down. Dang! he thought, Levi's hungry cries must have attracted them! "Hold on Levi!" he shouted, stabbing the only visible zombie with his knife as he ran into the stables, ready for any danger. (( OP, is Levi alive, injured or dead? Please say one of the first two...))
Inventory: Splintered Stick Improvised Short-Ax Silenced Beretta M9 10 9x19mm ammo (With the pistol) Trench Knife Food (1 Day) Map of Pammal Whatever Was in The Car (Owned by a Mafia-man)
((Huh. Apparently, Jake somehow absorbed his breakfast without noticing... because, you know, I never mentioned him eating, yet I subtracted it anyways...
On that note, why does he have so many supplies? XD))
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Dead. Unless you want Levi to be played by someone else. Sorry.
And as for what you found: food for 1 extra day. The car was booby trapped, I don't think anyone would leave their valuables in it.
Finally... I don't remember giving you all those things. Your current inventory would be: Silenced Beretta M9, 9x19mm ammo (10), food (1 day), a trench knife, and a map of Pammal.
Oh, also, don't include food types in inventory. Just say 'food' instead of 'apple'.
On that note, why does he have so many supplies? XD))
Well, what else was he suppose to carry from his home inside an empty bag as a student? Books to study? Haha. He most probably wouldn't of have had any guns.
Tynebrea
(No one wants to check the posters being hanged around Tynebrea? Okay then.)
A large horde had come to Tynebrea, roaming about in the streets, perhaps only passing through. From a quick glimpse, it looked like about 200 of them, walking. Although their general appearance and behaviour showed signs of weakness - most probably due from the sun - the horde stood somewhat strong together, as if their motivation was driven by someone or something. They certainly were only passing through, but were loud as hell. All of Tynebrea could hear their loud moans.
Where could they possibly be going? No one knows. But it would certainly be a cruel fate to those who got caught up in the horde.
Moments later, gunshots were heard in the distance. It was surely machine gun fire. Whoever that may have been, definitely caught the attention of the horde, as they marched towards the source of the sound. Some of them from this moment decided to split away from the group, and go their own way, as if they had their own agendas. One of them, tall and fat, shuffled their way towards The Green Prices.
Time: Midday Weather: Sunny Temperature: 8*C
(^ I will from now on include this at the end of my posts so it should be much easier now.)
((Mmm... could you have a color on there that meant 'No zombies, only humans' ? Perhaps it could be a blend of two colors - white for only humans, dark red signifying extreme danger from those humans.))
The first half of the day passed by uneventfully. Jake began to get bored, and, as such, began searching for a name to pin onto his new dog.
The dark grey dog was currently sleeping it's injuries away, and, not for the first time, Jake wondered as to how and why he'd received the wounds. Oh well.
"Munda... no, that sounds... weird... Hmm..."He trailed off and postulated other, less strange names for the dog.
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OnceInALongTime: "You confuse me, Mage. Amazability should be a word so I could describe your words."
((Mmm... could you have a color on there that meant 'No zombies, only humans' ? Perhaps it could be a blend of two colors - white for only humans, dark red signifying extreme danger from those humans.))
What do you mean? What for? The suburbs or... something else? Because if suburbs, there is no place without zombies.
((In Rosegard, there are a TON of humans and NO zombies, right? So why can't it be partially white (ONLY humans) and partially... what, red? Are they very dangerous? It'd use the same legend, just with white on one side to signify that we are talking about a HUMAN threat.))
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OnceInALongTime: "You confuse me, Mage. Amazability should be a word so I could describe your words."
((In Rosegard, there are a TON of humans and NO zombies, right? So why can't it be partially white (ONLY humans) and partially... what, red? Are they very dangerous? It'd use the same legend, just with white on one side to signify that we are talking about a HUMAN threat.))
Ah, I see what you mean. You have a good point. But not all of Rosegard is occupied by humans. Though, mostly. I think I'll change that so that it covers the entire suburb because why not? It makes more sense and makes things more interesting. So, yeah, thanks for that, I'll be changing Rosegard to another colour. Humans only.
((And let's not forget that, eventually, people will be taking suburbs over, so having the Humans Only color in handy will be good.))
((Or maybe everyone will die. ))
Yeah, exactly what I was thinking. Haha. I want people to start making their own fortresses, or join someone else's. THAT is when the RP shines at its brightest. It was the plan all along. But I know that it will be difficult - trust issues. And that's fine. No rush, eh?
Alright. I updated the map and added a new legend.
((Actually, I can see Jake now... it is the future. He is dead.
XD))
(( I actually have funny plans for Jake . If he manages to stay alive long enough. He'll gain fame throughout the entire city if successfully executed.
Using brackets because it feels awkward without. ))
((Wha... buh... I was joking. Meh, if he dies, he dies. I'll make sure to create some sort of epic drama around it, though... :D))((Also: EXECUTED?! He doesn't even like being around people... why would they want to execute a loner that does nothing...? Unless he steals stuff... T_T. Or perhaps there are two warring factions that want him for his high IQ and certain random viral knowledge. Perhaps... perhaps, for the scientific research station...))
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OnceInALongTime: "You confuse me, Mage. Amazability should be a word so I could describe your words."
((Wha... buh... I was joking. Meh, if he dies, he dies. I'll make sure to create some sort of epic drama around it, though... ))
((Also: EXECUTED?! He doesn't even like being around people... why would they want to execute a loner that does nothing...? Unless he steals stuff... T_T. Or perhaps there are two warring factions that want him for his high IQ and certain random viral knowledge. Perhaps... perhaps, for the scientific research station...))
(( I don't literally mean executed as in being killed T__T, I meant in the 'completed' way. "We've executed our first command." As example. ))
((OH! Yes, I agree with you. NO SPOILERS! I wanna see what you've to throw at Jake. I have a feeling he'll rely on his intelligence more than anything else, though.))
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OnceInALongTime: "You confuse me, Mage. Amazability should be a word so I could describe your words."
Logan knew where he wanted to go. He wanted to head towards Cantervale. Once he had pick up some supplies, then he could head towards Rosegard and, if they accepted him, he would be safe. However, Logan knew that this journey was far to long on foot. So he began searching the neighborhood for a bike, or, if he was really lucky, a car with the keys in it.
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(( Oh, sorry. Fixed inventory, I guess my first post is void. So I guess Levi is dead Anyway, onto the RPing.))
Joey rushed into the stables, and he saw Levi dead on the ground.
"No, Levi!" He Cried. Levi was dead on the ground, body torn to shreds by the God d***ed creatures.
"I swear, that I will kill every single one of you!" He yelled at a zombie shooting it in the head. Joey ran to the back door of his house, and locked the reinforced door. He bedded down for the rest of the week, getting some much needed sleep. He had secured the place, and he needed time to grieve. Soon though, he had plans to go to Crestwin in search of knowledge of this phenomenon
(( Need a week long (7 Days) pause, going on vacation. Thanks.))
Inventory: Silenced Beretta M9 19 9x19mm ammo (With the pistol Trench Knife Consumables (2 Day?) Map of Pammal Whatever was Not Looted from the House Before Joey Got There (Hoping for a Sword)
((Okay, forgive me, I went on a day long vacation today and didn't see that I was accepted. Before I start, could anyone tell me where we have a main outpost or fortress, if any? My character is currently locked in his apartment, and I am ready to start my role play.))
((No fortress thing... although Rosegard has no zombies and is heavily fortified w/ working town system... currently... hehhehehhh...))((T_T 69th post. I fell into that one... T_T))
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OnceInALongTime: "You confuse me, Mage. Amazability should be a word so I could describe your words."
Foxtrotter exited The Green Prices as soon the sun rose up and illuminated his room, awakening him. He woke up with the face whom had a divinely slept night and merrily ate three of his Nakamura's Rice Cups, indulging his stomach for quite a few hours, assuming the content was of approximately three hundred grams per cup - he ate roughly one kilogram. Some seconds previously leaving through the main door, he raided the two working refrigerators and stole some of its goodies, most being vegetables that wouldn't last long periods. Foxtrotter abandoned The Green Prices after stealing its rusty, yet lethal at his hands, gate chains. They could come in handy, possibly. Although quite a rustic and aged short-range melee weapon, Foxtrotter had killed three Italians with it and it seemed gladly useful in the moment. Perhaps it could be equally utilizable.
Advancing through the streets, he quickly faced a small and common grocery store with its wooden door sealed by few poorly-nailed wooden planks and apparently bulletproof glasses, as several marks of gun fires were visible. He spied inside and noticed it was empty; however it still had few useful food items, including a chocolate vending machine. Foxtrotter vainly attempted to break through the nailed door, noticing it was an impossible deed. He jumped over the fence separating the store's backyard from the remaining of the street, facing nothing more and nothing else than a zombie whose human's presence seemed unnoticed. It would be in fractions of seconds until the monster invested towards him and Foxtrotter hadn't knowledge of the zombie quantity within the walls. The door was visibly opened and he inspected inside within few milliseconds, obtaining the pleasuring notice it was a loner.
Possibly the guardian of the treasures guarded within that store. The backyard had a nice appearance, excluding the spanked trash can and countless packages lying on the floor, beautifying the vision a solemn large and leafy pine, the dark green among vermilion walls. Readied to fight thankfully to his instincts, the zombie invested towards him.
Foxtrotter hadn't the infamous nickname of Hell Cowboy for no reason. He spun and dodged the monster's attempt to bite him, lashing it several times until the zombie's fragile arm was torn apart and it was unable to use it again. Staggering, he advanced; however Foxtrotter was quicker than it. Even a seven-years old would because it was stumbling leisurely. He crunched and rolled frontwards, passing down the elevated arm of an outraged zombie. While passing through, he whipped the monster on its stomach and regardless of being a human or not its body involuntarily twitched frontally, leaving it vulnerable. Foxtrotter's perfect try to stab its neck and possibly behead it. Foxtrotter groped the knife's grip and stabbed successfully its neck. However, the creature was surprisingly intelligent as it advanced backwards, stumbling its elbow on Foxtrotter's face.
A zombie just bumped on my face. Like, really? How in the world ...
He crawled farther from it, indignant of the world's cruel destiny, and stood up. The zombie slowly turned on his direction. Foxtrotter hadn't the name of Foxtrotter for no reason either. Swift as a fox, he sprinted and lowered his head, presumably evading from a possible punch. He used the chains to violently burst through its stomach, receiving a majestic bony hand in the nose.
The zombie collapsed on the trash can, accidentally liberating the struck knife on its neck after landing on the trash can. A strident noise of grinding metals echoed through most neighborhood, calling most zombies' attentions. Perhaps. Either way, Foxtrotter rose up while leaning on one of the walls, his vision blurred from the knock. Between tear droplets, Foxtrotter watched as the shredded creature uselessly tried to stay up, but its spine was severely wounded and the body hadn't sustenance. Its lower mandible was also ripped for some reason, and imminently blood painted the almost tall grass. Gurgling blood from its ripped mouth, it could barely see anything.
Exploiting of godmodding I became the zombie temporarily and noticed how its vision was naturally lacking in colours. However, most objects seemed as black blurs and it wasn't able to define whether or not was fresh flesh. But its acute senses localized fresh flesh some feet in distance, and before it could perform an action, its neck was sliced by a grandiose blade which advanced through its flesh easily; and fiercely.
Returning to Foxtrotter's vision, everything proceeded into being slightly blurry. He grabbed his Desert Eagle, not willing to repeat this battling process, and entered the grocery store. Thanks to the open door and the huge bulletproof glass pane, everything was well lit. However, thankfully to Foxtrotter's blurry vision, he took consumable and rotten items. Either way, it was a good place to stay at that night.
He readily sipped his water bottle, using little quantities to clean his face from the blood and tears. Foxtrotter dried his face with his fashion vest, after all that confusion. He noticed the vest protected him successively from many attack, and without it, he would be a devoured skeleton laid amidst the street. Foxtrotter lied his head on the wall, delighting of a calm and safe moment. He was well fed and, as much as possible, safe; therefore it was a reason to be thankful about.
Inventory:
I. Desert Eagle, one cartridge with six bullets.
II. Fixed blade knife.
III. First-aid kit for one use.
IV. Food for three and a half days.
V. Two bottles of water, 600 ml on total. (Enough for one and a half days.)
VI. Looted crap from grocery story & refrigerator.
"Today, we are going to find you, Levi (His Horse)..." Joey said to himself, longing for live company. He knew that his daughter, Liza, was probably dead, being with the lout she eloped with. Oh Gracie, Joey thought, I tried my best, but to no avail. Please forgive me, and may god rest your soul...
He wiped the blood off his weapons, and slowly stood up, then stretched. He looked outside through the window, and saw some of the d***ed creatures near the gas station across the street. He approached closer, hiding behind and between the destructed vehicles in the parking lot, as a shiny, red Audi A6 caught his eye. He opened the door and opened the glove compartment. The man who owned this car must have been mafia. He grabbed what he could (OP Needed), and then, he noticed the sound,
"Tick, tick, tick, (ticking continues then turns to beeping)," Joey frantically rustled through the papers in the bottom of the compartment, saw a device with a light shining, displaying a digital time. Counting down....
"Oh s***!" Joey proclaimed, as he dove backwards into the building and the beautiful car exploded.
All of a sudden, zombies started flooding out of the building, maybe half a dozen. Joey ran, and ran, ran, until he could run no more. He saw that he was in the suburbs, and saw a group of houses on his left. He pulled up the handle at the bottom of the garage door, closed it from the inside, and hid. He lay down, and opened the garage just a slit. Looking out, he saw the zombies walking by in ones and twos. He must have attracted more as he was running,
D***, he thought. He tested the handle on the door to the house, and found it unlocked. He went in, and was forced to fire off two shots (ammo -2), silencing the threat quickly.
Why doesn't anyone have a frikin' map?!? he thought to himself. He sorted through the drawers, and found a small, local map.
"My house should be... here." He said to himself, "So that means that I have to head in the direction of... that park..."
"It might be a," He stopped to think, "Half hour trip." It was about noon time, so he would have enough time to barricade his house down if there weren't any interruptions. He was in no condition to travel though, hungry as he was, and he consumed the rest of the day's food supply (Food Supply -2/3., and drank from the kitchen sink of the house.
He made the trek, making very sure not to attract any Zed. He arrived outside the house, and saw that it was in perfect condition except, the fence to the back yard was broken down.
Dang! he thought, Levi's hungry cries must have attracted them!
"Hold on Levi!" he shouted, stabbing the only visible zombie with his knife as he ran into the stables, ready for any danger.
(( OP, is Levi alive, injured or dead? Please say one of the first two... ))
Inventory:
Splintered Stick
Improvised Short-Ax
Silenced Beretta M9
10 9x19mm ammo (With the pistol)
Trench Knife
Food (1 Day)
Map of Pammal
Whatever Was in The Car (Owned by a Mafia-man)
On that note, why does he have so many supplies? XD))
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Don't worry about water, it comes with food. I should have said 'consumables' or 'food and drink' instead, huh? Ah well.
Edit: Same with you, Nephener.
Dead. Unless you want Levi to be played by someone else. Sorry.
And as for what you found: food for 1 extra day. The car was booby trapped, I don't think anyone would leave their valuables in it.
Finally... I don't remember giving you all those things. Your current inventory would be: Silenced Beretta M9, 9x19mm ammo (10), food (1 day), a trench knife, and a map of Pammal.
Oh, also, don't include food types in inventory. Just say 'food' instead of 'apple'.
Well, what else was he suppose to carry from his home inside an empty bag as a student? Books to study? Haha. He most probably wouldn't of have had any guns.
Tynebrea
(No one wants to check the posters being hanged around Tynebrea? Okay then.)
A large horde had come to Tynebrea, roaming about in the streets, perhaps only passing through. From a quick glimpse, it looked like about 200 of them, walking. Although their general appearance and behaviour showed signs of weakness - most probably due from the sun - the horde stood somewhat strong together, as if their motivation was driven by someone or something. They certainly were only passing through, but were loud as hell. All of Tynebrea could hear their loud moans.
Where could they possibly be going? No one knows. But it would certainly be a cruel fate to those who got caught up in the horde.
Moments later, gunshots were heard in the distance. It was surely machine gun fire. Whoever that may have been, definitely caught the attention of the horde, as they marched towards the source of the sound. Some of them from this moment decided to split away from the group, and go their own way, as if they had their own agendas. One of them, tall and fat, shuffled their way towards The Green Prices.
Time: Midday
Weather: Sunny
Temperature: 8*C
(^ I will from now on include this at the end of my posts so it should be much easier now.)
The first half of the day passed by uneventfully. Jake began to get bored, and, as such, began searching for a name to pin onto his new dog.
The dark grey dog was currently sleeping it's injuries away, and, not for the first time, Jake wondered as to how and why he'd received the wounds. Oh well.
"Munda... no, that sounds... weird... Hmm..."He trailed off and postulated other, less strange names for the dog.
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What do you mean? What for? The suburbs or... something else? Because if suburbs, there is no place without zombies.
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Ah, I see what you mean. You have a good point. But not all of Rosegard is occupied by humans. Though, mostly. I think I'll change that so that it covers the entire suburb because why not? It makes more sense and makes things more interesting. So, yeah, thanks for that, I'll be changing Rosegard to another colour. Humans only.
((Or maybe everyone will die. :D))
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Yeah, exactly what I was thinking. Haha. I want people to start making their own fortresses, or join someone else's. THAT is when the RP shines at its brightest. It was the plan all along. But I know that it will be difficult - trust issues. And that's fine. No rush, eh?
Alright. I updated the map and added a new legend.
XD))
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(( I actually have funny plans for Jake . If he manages to stay alive long enough. He'll gain fame throughout the entire city if successfully executed.
Using brackets because it feels awkward without. ))
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(( I don't literally mean executed as in being killed T__T, I meant in the 'completed' way. "We've executed our first command." As example. ))
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Logan knew where he wanted to go. He wanted to head towards Cantervale. Once he had pick up some supplies, then he could head towards Rosegard and, if they accepted him, he would be safe. However, Logan knew that this journey was far to long on foot. So he began searching the neighborhood for a bike, or, if he was really lucky, a car with the keys in it.
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"No, Levi!" He Cried. Levi was dead on the ground, body torn to shreds by the God d***ed creatures.
"I swear, that I will kill every single one of you!" He yelled at a zombie shooting it in the head. Joey ran to the back door of his house, and locked the reinforced door. He bedded down for the rest of the week, getting some much needed sleep. He had secured the place, and he needed time to grieve. Soon though, he had plans to go to Crestwin in search of knowledge of this phenomenon
Inventory:
Silenced Beretta M9
19 9x19mm ammo (With the pistol
Trench Knife
Consumables (2 Day?)
Map of Pammal
Whatever was Not Looted from the House Before Joey Got There (Hoping for a Sword)
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