Work on the guns is underway, and is going along smoothly. Expect to see at least the amount of guns listed in the original post. I am also experimenting with grenades, and it is possible that we will have mines/IEDs, Hand-grenades, and possibly even smoke, flash grenades, and even more iffy some place-able C4 plastic explosives.
All of the 5.56 obviously do the same damage, but have decided weaknesses, and advantages.
For one the Styer Aug is a bull-pup which makes it weight less, but be very ineffective if you run out of ammo leaving you with a plastic hull which isn't really any good for rudimentary rifle-butt hits.That and it has a shorter range than a rifle length gun does (really not that true, but had to give it cons and pros).
Obviously 7.62 weapons will have more hitting power, but are generally heavier, shorter ranged, smaller clips, and have a mule kick.
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Most Civ weapons that are civ versions of military weapons will use .223 (essentially 5.56)
Problem is that most Civ-Mil weapons are constricted to semi-auto, and cannot fire full automatic. Usually also constricted to small 20 round also, and sometimes are made out of lower quality materials, thus making them not as efficient as their military counterparts.
Why us? I have been looking through the forums and Interwebs looking for a server. I have been playing on prison and economic servers. However when I play them I feel I have no part. I am just another person playing on a server seemingly by themselvese. However I feel on this server I would have the opportunity to change the experience.
Did you read the rules?: Well of course because the end is near.
If So what is rule number Zero: No 1337 talk
What is your RP experience (No 5/10):
IC:
Name: Jowe Desicl
Gender: Male
Age:14
Views on the Military: Cautious
Views on the black collective: Zero tolerance
Views on Immunes: Blames them
Personality: Black and white
Looks: Like a dark white guy
How your character survived the first 3 months of the infection February-April:
lucky for him he was on a trip in Texas two days before the outbreak he returned to his home in new york. He lives on the lower east side and his neighbors bounded together with their guns and ammo, and rationed food. Surviving, but for how long?
Backstory(At least 1 paragraph):The lower east side. We stick together because of where we live. We have each others back. When uncle Jon came back from upstate a few days after the infection we had no idea of what was going on. But he came back with more than rumors. He was infected but didn't know it yet. We noticed the underlaying emotions. He was a happy jolly man. Then he became dark and violent. He was like a father to me seeing how my father had died in a plane crash. He was my only family. But we had to but him down. The day he died was the day something inside me died. And I had to look for answers.
Roleplaying dialogue (At least 1 logical paragraphs):
D: What has gotten into you Jon?
Jon: You don't understand at all D, you don't know what I saw up there
D: Well then why don't you explain it. What makes you smarter than everyone else
Jon: I saw a man dead in the alley. Thats not something new but when his neck is bloody and chest eaten out it changes you. Then for some reason someone bit me. When I went to ask why he glared and me and snarled. I ran.
D:Jon your hand is going to be alright but scares me is how you have been acting
*Jon snarls*
** D is my characters nickname. The last name pronounced De-sick-ill**
about someone being too young......I'm 12 currently....am I too young? I think I'm pretty mature for my age(for example,I played(I never actually owned it,I just borrowed it from a friend or rented it) mw2,and unlike most people my age on that game,I'm not a squeaker or an idiot or some dumb-A who curses all the time to sound cool or use the C-word(although I think this sounds like I'm trying to pretend to be mature sounding or bragging....))
I hope I'm not too young,I'm a huge zombie ,rpg:ISWORD:,and minecraft fan and I really want to play on this server
OOC: Ign: GhostVayu Age: 16 Why us? I like... Zombies? I don't know why I'd apply if I hated you. Did you read the rules?: Sorry... The End is*n't* near If So what is rule number Zero: No 1337 talk *Points at noobz* What is your RP experience (No #/10): Jeeh... Goly... I've got none sorry Doc... I mean. Fallout:WNC, Fallout:WW, Lordran,and a couple others like LotC(Not really proud of).
IC: Name: Jakob Raenfell Gender: Male Age: 23 Views on the Military: A lost cause that won't solve a permanent issue. Views on the black collective: A bunch of uncivilized maniacs with guns. Views on Immunes: Contain then kill them. Personality: Harsh,Hostile,Aggressive. Can be helpful if I actually feel like they deserve it. I'm not one to forget something and if you wrong me or a friend you won't die... you'll just wish you were dead. Sophisticated, Intelligent,Cunning,and Psychotic Looks: I got a scar over my left eye from a knife fight with a bandit, I usually wear my old hunting clothes because they are the only thing I've got. I wear my old hiking boots and I sometimes wear my black and grey hood or my black beanie. How your character survived the first 3 months of the infection February-April: I'm not ashamed and not proud of what I did. I let families walk into a horde of them and then used them as bait to escape from situations. I killed and maimed people to survive and stole food and water to keep on going.... My family. I watched them die as the city went to hell. I watched my wife get bite and my baby girl get eaten. I did what ever I could to keep on going for them and nothing will change that.. Backstory(At least 1 paragraph:
Before this... hell replaced Earth. I was a family man. A friend and neighbor. I'm not those anymore and never will be. After it happened I lost everyone dear to me and nothing will ever forgive what I did to live and remember them. I turned 23 on March 12th and yet I feel no older then 20. I feel like time never went forward ,but went backwards leading us to our own deaths. I never once went back to my home... Hell. I don't even know where I am. All I know is that after that... that... curse was brought from some monstrosity of a lab I can't go back to who I am all I can tell you about me is what I am... I'm a loner. I live for myself and the only people I help are those who deserve it. The ones who went through the same hell I went through. I live and strife on others weaknesses because for me my only weakness is living..
Roleplaying dialogue (At least 1 logical paragraph): Snarles and Moans echo throughout the abandoned complex.
"And he said, Let there be Light!" Then threw a flare across the roof onto the ground*
"Ahh... so the guests have arrived? Oh and look they brought me some friends..." I said with a grunt at the end as he grabs his old hunting rifle.
"Hmmm.... Let's see who takes more then one bullet." I said then positioned my cross-hairs over one of the zombies and fires.
"Oh no... it seems you've got no head." **Hours pass** "Hello? We heard gunfire and thought someone might be here!" Says a man below in the courtyard. He begins to fumble around walking as if he has extreme pain running up his thigh. I watched him as he limped over to the pile of their decomposing corpses. He looked at them and immediately put his hand to his mouth as if gagging... I let out a laugh. He turned frantically as if spooked then I watched intently as my "gift" began crawling out from underneath the pile after the man. He didn't hear it because he was staring at the direction I'd thrown the flare... It must have sizzled because he seemed more frantic then when he entered...
I laughed as he squirmed.. as he threw the thing against the wall then crawled away. I knew who he was I saw him.. I saw what he did to the people outside.. the living not the dead. He murdered an innocent so he to must suffer......Everyone... will suffer.
OOC:
Ign:Sirbonzaiatak
Age:16
Why us? I know the owners, and I love zombies :3
Did you read the rules?: Yes
If So what is rule number Zero: No 1337 Speak
What is your RP experience (No #/10): I have been on countless Minecraft Roleplaying servers and I tend to do alot of creative writing.
IC:
Name:Hank Schrader
Gender:Male
Age: 64
Views on the Military: What is to think of them other than they are the only ones fighting back. Nothing to be against, they are only trying to help.
Views on the Black Collective: A strange group that he wants nothing to do with.
Views on Immunes: Has no opinion of them other than that he wishes he was immune. No one wants to turn into one of those things. Although he knows being immune comes with consequences.
Personality: He does not talk much. If he does, it is important. He is pretty straightforward however, does not show many emotions. Tends to make bold decisions without thinking twice. He is not a bad man, he is just smart and does what is needed to survive.
Looks: Classic war Vet look, raggedy beard and wrinkling skin. He is becoming less stable and looks decrepit. He often collapses from coughing from all the cigarettes he smoked.
How your character survived the first 3 months of the infection February-April: Hank always had a gun on him ever since the Vietnam war, he lost several of his mates and the only way he could feel safe was if he kept a gun. Never using it once until the infection started, he pulled it out and kept it on him while isolating him inside an apartment room for a very long time. He only left to get some food every once in a while.
Backstory(At least 1 paragraph):
Hank had two kids that never let him leave the house much because they were worried he would go off somewhere and never come back, due to his depression. He lost his wife when the kids were teenagers because of his own small mistake. They went out one night and they got into a car crash. A deer was in the street but Hank was not looking at the road, but he was looking at his wife. He veered off quickly and hit a tree. Hank never let go of that and always felt the blame for not watching the road. Because of this accident he became a very heavy drinker and smoker. Once a big and sturdy man, he slowly crippled himself. Hank always had a handgun, the same gun he had in the Vietnam war. The only time he thought to use it was the day he contemplated suicide. This one event is the reason his kids had to monitor him for the remainder of his life until the infection started. He lost both of his kids in the infection and had to put them down himself. He quickly threw the gun away after this and broke down. This is where he lost it- all his emotions and moral fibers were shut down. He now was relentless and wanted nothing but revenge. He would do whatever it takes to get by, knowing this is what his kids would have wanted.
Roleplaying dialogue (At least 1 logical paragraphs):
Survivor: Hey you there! I need help!
Hank: You were bit?
Survivor: Please just help me, I need it. What's your name?
Hank: No names. I'm sorry kid.
Survivor: Wha- what are you doing!?
Hank: *Shoots the man in the head*
Survivor 2: What the was that man!?
Hank: He was going to turn.
Survivor 2: You are crazy! *Swings bat at Hank, hits him in the arm*
Hank: Ahh! *Disarms survivor and tosses him away* Run off you piece of !
Survivor 2: *Runs without looking back*
Hank: Idiots...
OK let me clear some stuff up real fast you do not need a Skype to play it will only keep you updated on the sever
also the ip has not been given to anyone so stop asking for the ip
last of the donations will be used if you want to use special stuff like to make a new charcter with out killing your old one and to buy a house instead of protecting on.
OOC: Ign:mrcash0616 Age:10 but don't judge Why us?well i looked at you're old fallout server saw its was down and found this one Did you read the rules?:yes every little bit If So what is rule number Zero:no 1337 talk What is your RP experience (No #/10):6/10
IC: Name:Rob Gender:Male Age:18 Views on the Military:Whats to join Views on the black collective:not very much Views on Immunes: fairly nice Personality:little shy but up for a fight always there for friends and family Looks:dark black hair, black eyes ,always wheres sun glasses How your character survived the first 3 months of the infection February-April:Stayed in a small town far east in a small hut with his friend Ryan.The funny thing is it was near a old broken down milletary base his friend Ryan was killed bye zombies in mid April.Right their in frount of him he saw his friend dye. From their on he whated his revenge so he's out to kill as many zombies he can to bring his friend hope and respect. Backstory(At least 1 paragraph):I was born in the West before the zombies got that far and slowly made my way tords the zombies far east and met up with my soon to be best friend Ryan in northern Kansas in a small town called TransVille. At fist Ryan wanted to kill me but we got along i spent that 3 monthes with him untell he was eaten right in front of me near our base.He saved my life though he stayed and fought them off to let me run off to safty.
Roleplaying dialogue (At least 1 logical paragraphs):I was at the army base when a hole horde off em came and and i warned Ryan but he said were safe fo a little wile so we can make an escape. I dind't listen i grabed my gun and stated shooting till i ran out of bullets.Then Ryan ran out and stated to shoot he said run,but I held back for a little wile then grabbed a gun and stated to run went to the back and got one of our bikes and drove off to safty.
OOC:
Ign: TheScattmann
Age: 16
Why us?: Your server looks better than most.
Did you read the rules?: Yes, because the end is here.
If So what is rule number Zero: No 1337 speak.
What is your RP experience (No #/10): 2 in MC, about 7-8 elsewhere.
IC:
Name: Markus Arctell
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Views on the Military: Positive, you're doing good boys
Views on the black collective: Bugger off and die, idiots
Views on Immunes: You're ok, soz long as you stay clear of everyone else
Personality: Cynical, straightforward, and occaionally friendly.
Looks: Average, nothing special.
How your character survived the first 3 months of the infection February-April: Sheer luck and location. Live(d) in Canada, on vaction to the States when things REALLY went south.
Backstory(At least 1 paragraph): Markus was raised in a fairly normal Canadian fashion. He attended school, hated teachers, found jobs, and once bought an apple. Markus is forgettable in the extreme, meaning he used to get away with many things as a child. He is rather unremarkable in the I-suck-at-bios department.
Roleplaying dialogue (At least 1 logical paragraphs):
Markus: "An infection. Zombies, you say."
L.: "Yeah, that's what it looked like. Zombies."
Mark: "You bloody lunatic. Zombies are fiction, good entertainment, yes, but fiction."
L.: "Cool down, that's just what the report said."
Mark: "Report? Hey?"
L.: "CDC report. Here."
Mark: (pause.) "Oh, hell."
(+1 to those who identify the Discworld reference.)
Hello Spartan, Death, Niko, I hope you are doing well. Con and Soul's server closed :/ I'm hoping that this server stays up. I have no idea why i put that message on here, it was a spur of the moment thing, i just wish you good luck and hope that your server doesn't end up like WW or TW or MDL. I wish you all a good day, and good luck
I'm setting up the military structure, where they will start out. Item load out to be balanced yet obviously better equipped than most if not all regular survivors.
Thinking about setting the military unit into opposite sides of the map. One group will be four persons most diversified in load out terms. Then the 2nd group will have three people less diversified, but slightly more supplies and a better location to start at.
The Factions offered are STRICTLY (Mostly) Supportive to the server's lore and over-all feel. So there is not to be 20 military guys and 19 USS Members. Very low numbers of each.
SURVIVORS are the main focus of the server! Band up or just survive by your self it is up to you. Large groups though will be discouraged (3-and up). Small groups of 2-3 people will be allowed since we don't want large groups of survivors to make things too easy.
to have a home,I have to pay you
to make a new character,I have to pay you
this is ridiculousness(or the root word,with no suffix)!
So far at least on the checklist i have finished;
5.56x39
M4A2-Trijicon Acog scope
G36c
Styer Aug- Low power Scope
SCAR-L EOTECH Holographic Sight
7.62x44?
SCAR-H (7.62)
All of the 5.56 obviously do the same damage, but have decided weaknesses, and advantages.
For one the Styer Aug is a bull-pup which makes it weight less, but be very ineffective if you run out of ammo leaving you with a plastic hull which isn't really any good for rudimentary rifle-butt hits.That and it has a shorter range than a rifle length gun does (really not that true, but had to give it cons and pros).
Obviously 7.62 weapons will have more hitting power, but are generally heavier, shorter ranged, smaller clips, and have a mule kick.
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Most Civ weapons that are civ versions of military weapons will use .223 (essentially 5.56)
Problem is that most Civ-Mil weapons are constricted to semi-auto, and cannot fire full automatic. Usually also constricted to small 20 round also, and sometimes are made out of lower quality materials, thus making them not as efficient as their military counterparts.
Ign: Jowe007
Age: 14
Why us? I have been looking through the forums and Interwebs looking for a server. I have been playing on prison and economic servers. However when I play them I feel I have no part. I am just another person playing on a server seemingly by themselvese. However I feel on this server I would have the opportunity to change the experience.
Did you read the rules?: Well of course because the end is near.
If So what is rule number Zero: No 1337 talk
What is your RP experience (No 5/10):
IC:
Name: Jowe Desicl
Gender: Male
Age:14
Views on the Military: Cautious
Views on the black collective: Zero tolerance
Views on Immunes: Blames them
Personality: Black and white
Looks: Like a dark white guy
How your character survived the first 3 months of the infection February-April:
lucky for him he was on a trip in Texas two days before the outbreak he returned to his home in new york. He lives on the lower east side and his neighbors bounded together with their guns and ammo, and rationed food. Surviving, but for how long?
Backstory(At least 1 paragraph):The lower east side. We stick together because of where we live. We have each others back. When uncle Jon came back from upstate a few days after the infection we had no idea of what was going on. But he came back with more than rumors. He was infected but didn't know it yet. We noticed the underlaying emotions. He was a happy jolly man. Then he became dark and violent. He was like a father to me seeing how my father had died in a plane crash. He was my only family. But we had to but him down. The day he died was the day something inside me died. And I had to look for answers.
Roleplaying dialogue (At least 1 logical paragraphs):
D: What has gotten into you Jon?
Jon: You don't understand at all D, you don't know what I saw up there
D: Well then why don't you explain it. What makes you smarter than everyone else
Jon: I saw a man dead in the alley. Thats not something new but when his neck is bloody and chest eaten out it changes you. Then for some reason someone bit me. When I went to ask why he glared and me and snarled. I ran.
D:Jon your hand is going to be alright but scares me is how you have been acting
*Jon snarls*
** D is my characters nickname. The last name pronounced De-sick-ill**
Also how can I know if im accepted?
I hope I'm not too young,I'm a huge zombie
edit:sword code fail.......
Ign: GhostVayu
Age: 16
Why us? I like... Zombies? I don't know why I'd apply if I hated you.
Did you read the rules?: Sorry... The End is*n't* near
If So what is rule number Zero: No 1337 talk *Points at noobz*
What is your RP experience (No #/10): Jeeh... Goly... I've got none sorry Doc... I mean. Fallout:WNC, Fallout:WW, Lordran,and a couple others like LotC(Not really proud of).
IC:
Name: Jakob Raenfell
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Views on the Military: A lost cause that won't solve a permanent issue.
Views on the black collective: A bunch of uncivilized maniacs with guns.
Views on Immunes: Contain then kill them.
Personality: Harsh,Hostile,Aggressive. Can be helpful if I actually feel like they deserve it. I'm not one to forget something and if you wrong me or a friend you won't die... you'll just wish you were dead. Sophisticated, Intelligent,Cunning,and Psychotic
Looks: I got a scar over my left eye from a knife fight with a bandit, I usually wear my old hunting clothes because they are the only thing I've got. I wear my old hiking boots and I sometimes wear my black and grey hood or my black beanie.
How your character survived the first 3 months of the infection February-April: I'm not ashamed and not proud of what I did. I let families walk into a horde of them and then used them as bait to escape from situations. I killed and maimed people to survive and stole food and water to keep on going.... My family. I watched them die as the city went to hell. I watched my wife get bite and my baby girl get eaten. I did what ever I could to keep on going for them and nothing will change that..
Backstory(At least 1 paragraph:
Before this... hell replaced Earth. I was a family man. A friend and neighbor. I'm not those anymore and never will be. After it happened I lost everyone dear to me and nothing will ever forgive what I did to live and remember them. I turned 23 on March 12th and yet I feel no older then 20. I feel like time never went forward ,but went backwards leading us to our own deaths. I never once went back to my home... Hell. I don't even know where I am. All I know is that after that... that... curse was brought from some monstrosity of a lab I can't go back to who I am all I can tell you about me is what I am... I'm a loner. I live for myself and the only people I help are those who deserve it. The ones who went through the same hell I went through. I live and strife on others weaknesses because for me my only weakness is living..
Roleplaying dialogue (At least 1 logical paragraph):
Snarles and Moans echo throughout the abandoned complex.
"And he said, Let there be Light!" Then threw a flare across the roof onto the ground*
"Ahh... so the guests have arrived? Oh and look they brought me some friends..." I said with a grunt at the end as he grabs his old hunting rifle.
"Hmmm.... Let's see who takes more then one bullet." I said then positioned my cross-hairs over one of the zombies and fires.
"Oh no... it seems you've got no head."
**Hours pass**
"Hello? We heard gunfire and thought someone might be here!" Says a man below in the courtyard.
He begins to fumble around walking as if he has extreme pain running up his thigh. I watched him as he limped over to the pile of their decomposing corpses. He looked at them and immediately put his hand to his mouth as if gagging... I let out a laugh. He turned frantically as if spooked then I watched intently as my "gift" began crawling out from underneath the pile after the man. He didn't hear it because he was staring at the direction I'd thrown the flare... It must have sizzled because he seemed more frantic then when he entered...
I laughed as he squirmed.. as he threw the thing against the wall then crawled away. I knew who he was I saw him.. I saw what he did to the people outside.. the living not the dead. He murdered an innocent so he to must suffer......Everyone... will suffer.
Ign:Sirbonzaiatak
Age:16
Why us? I know the owners, and I love zombies :3
Did you read the rules?: Yes
If So what is rule number Zero: No 1337 Speak
What is your RP experience (No #/10): I have been on countless Minecraft Roleplaying servers and I tend to do alot of creative writing.
IC:
Name:Hank Schrader
Gender:Male
Age: 64
Views on the Military: What is to think of them other than they are the only ones fighting back. Nothing to be against, they are only trying to help.
Views on the Black Collective: A strange group that he wants nothing to do with.
Views on Immunes: Has no opinion of them other than that he wishes he was immune. No one wants to turn into one of those things. Although he knows being immune comes with consequences.
Personality: He does not talk much. If he does, it is important. He is pretty straightforward however, does not show many emotions. Tends to make bold decisions without thinking twice. He is not a bad man, he is just smart and does what is needed to survive.
Looks: Classic war Vet look, raggedy beard and wrinkling skin. He is becoming less stable and looks decrepit. He often collapses from coughing from all the cigarettes he smoked.
How your character survived the first 3 months of the infection February-April: Hank always had a gun on him ever since the Vietnam war, he lost several of his mates and the only way he could feel safe was if he kept a gun. Never using it once until the infection started, he pulled it out and kept it on him while isolating him inside an apartment room for a very long time. He only left to get some food every once in a while.
Backstory(At least 1 paragraph):
Hank had two kids that never let him leave the house much because they were worried he would go off somewhere and never come back, due to his depression. He lost his wife when the kids were teenagers because of his own small mistake. They went out one night and they got into a car crash. A deer was in the street but Hank was not looking at the road, but he was looking at his wife. He veered off quickly and hit a tree. Hank never let go of that and always felt the blame for not watching the road. Because of this accident he became a very heavy drinker and smoker. Once a big and sturdy man, he slowly crippled himself. Hank always had a handgun, the same gun he had in the Vietnam war. The only time he thought to use it was the day he contemplated suicide. This one event is the reason his kids had to monitor him for the remainder of his life until the infection started. He lost both of his kids in the infection and had to put them down himself. He quickly threw the gun away after this and broke down. This is where he lost it- all his emotions and moral fibers were shut down. He now was relentless and wanted nothing but revenge. He would do whatever it takes to get by, knowing this is what his kids would have wanted.
Roleplaying dialogue (At least 1 logical paragraphs):
Survivor: Hey you there! I need help!
Hank: You were bit?
Survivor: Please just help me, I need it. What's your name?
Hank: No names. I'm sorry kid.
Survivor: Wha- what are you doing!?
Hank: *Shoots the man in the head*
Survivor 2: What the was that man!?
Hank: He was going to turn.
Survivor 2: You are crazy! *Swings bat at Hank, hits him in the arm*
Hank: Ahh! *Disarms survivor and tosses him away* Run off you piece of !
Survivor 2: *Runs without looking back*
Hank: Idiots...
The end is here
That's my job!
Curses!
also the ip has not been given to anyone so stop asking for the ip
last of the donations will be used if you want to use special stuff like to make a new charcter with out killing your old one and to buy a house instead of protecting on.
lol death im the server mod mariel586
Lol XD
Ign:mrcash0616
Age:10 but don't judge
Why us?well i looked at you're old fallout server saw its was down and found this one
Did you read the rules?:yes every little bit
If So what is rule number Zero:no 1337 talk
What is your RP experience (No #/10):6/10
IC:
Name:Rob
Gender:Male
Age:18
Views on the Military:Whats to join
Views on the black collective:not very much
Views on Immunes: fairly nice
Personality:little shy but up for a fight always there for friends and family
Looks:dark black hair, black eyes ,always wheres sun glasses
How your character survived the first 3 months of the infection February-April:Stayed in a small town far east in a small hut with his friend Ryan.The funny thing is it was near a old broken down milletary base his friend Ryan was killed bye zombies in mid April.Right their in frount of him he saw his friend dye. From their on he whated his revenge so he's out to kill as many zombies he can to bring his friend hope and respect.
Backstory(At least 1 paragraph):I was born in the West before the zombies got that far and slowly made my way tords the zombies far east and met up with my soon to be best friend Ryan in northern Kansas in a small town called TransVille. At fist Ryan wanted to kill me but we got along i spent that 3 monthes with him untell he was eaten right in front of me near our base.He saved my life though he stayed and fought them off to let me run off to safty.
Roleplaying dialogue (At least 1 logical paragraphs):I was at the army base when a hole horde off em came and and i warned Ryan but he said were safe fo a little wile so we can make an escape. I dind't listen i grabed my gun and stated shooting till i ran out of bullets.Then Ryan ran out and stated to shoot he said run,but I held back for a little wile then grabbed a gun and stated to run went to the back and got one of our bikes and drove off to safty.
Ign: TheScattmann
Age: 16
Why us?: Your server looks better than most.
Did you read the rules?: Yes, because the end is here.
If So what is rule number Zero: No 1337 speak.
What is your RP experience (No #/10): 2 in MC, about 7-8 elsewhere.
IC:
Name: Markus Arctell
Gender: Male
Age: 19
Views on the Military: Positive, you're doing good boys
Views on the black collective: Bugger off and die, idiots
Views on Immunes: You're ok, soz long as you stay clear of everyone else
Personality: Cynical, straightforward, and occaionally friendly.
Looks: Average, nothing special.
How your character survived the first 3 months of the infection February-April: Sheer luck and location. Live(d) in Canada, on vaction to the States when things REALLY went south.
Backstory(At least 1 paragraph): Markus was raised in a fairly normal Canadian fashion. He attended school, hated teachers, found jobs, and once bought an apple. Markus is forgettable in the extreme, meaning he used to get away with many things as a child. He is rather unremarkable in the I-suck-at-bios department.
Roleplaying dialogue (At least 1 logical paragraphs):
Markus: "An infection. Zombies, you say."
L.: "Yeah, that's what it looked like. Zombies."
Mark: "You bloody lunatic. Zombies are fiction, good entertainment, yes, but fiction."
L.: "Cool down, that's just what the report said."
Mark: "Report? Hey?"
L.: "CDC report. Here."
Mark: (pause.) "Oh, hell."
(+1 to those who identify the Discworld reference.)
Thinking about setting the military unit into opposite sides of the map. One group will be four persons most diversified in load out terms. Then the 2nd group will have three people less diversified, but slightly more supplies and a better location to start at.
The Factions offered are STRICTLY (Mostly) Supportive to the server's lore and over-all feel. So there is not to be 20 military guys and 19 USS Members. Very low numbers of each.
SURVIVORS are the main focus of the server! Band up or just survive by your self it is up to you. Large groups though will be discouraged (3-and up). Small groups of 2-3 people will be allowed since we don't want large groups of survivors to make things too easy.
