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| The Ghost Town; A Zombie Survival RPG | |
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| PathfinderGold | Sep 2 2009, 05:18 PM Post #11 |
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Sniper One
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"Who the fuck are you?" The man was white in the face, obviously never had a gun pointed at him and he could barely speak. "W-w-weston, Rick Weston. I'm a survivor, I was just looking for a place to stay and i found you... I didn't mean to wake you up, I'm sorry," he stuttered. "Well you know what they say; let sleeping dogs lie," Darren chuckled, putting the shotgun away. He checked his watch, he'd only been asleep for a while now and it was probably time to start sorting himself out. Rick piped up again. "What's your name?" "Darren Black, but don't call me Darren, haven't been called it by anyone except my mother for a while. Just call me Daz, everyone does... well they did. Oh well. Anyway, you got any weapons?" Rick pulled out a 9mm pistol, was in ok condition and it looked like it was well maintained. "You know how to fire it?" "Yeah, I fired it a couple of times at the ranges for abit of fun. Nothing serious," he said plainly. "Well, I guess thats something. Right if your gonna stay with me you better start being helpful. Take that valise with my rifle in and shift it up to the roof. Then go to to the supermarket and get us some supplies. Here's a list of what we need for now," Black said handing the man a list. Food + Water Candles Fire Lighters Alcohol in bottles Cigarettes String Paint Cans "What do we need all this for?" "You'll find out soon enough just hurry up and get on with it," Black snapped. "Who made you the boss around here?" "Well I'm guessing you have a better idea? Eh?" Black just laughed. "Well......" "No, I didn't think so. Now hurry up with my rifle and then go to the supermarket to get the stuff. I'll start on the barricades," Black said, walking out the door and downstairs. |
It's better to live one day as a Tiger, than a thousand years as a sheep- Frank Collins, Ex-22nd SAS Regiment.
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| The_Grim_Wiiper | Sep 2 2009, 10:45 PM Post #12 |
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The Paint Samurai
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OOC: No roll tonight. Tommorrow there will be the roll thing. *sirens sound* *sun sets* *moans are head in the forest* *the old man swings back to House 20 with a large pack on his back. He sets the pack down, picks up his Winchester 1876 and fires at a zombie. The zombie's head explodes in a red mist* 4 left |
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| ezerb | Sep 3 2009, 01:15 AM Post #13 |
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dean walks into the town and sets up shop in house 17 not wanting to talk to anyone. as an old Vietnam vet (also a mechanical engineer handyman) he's battle hardened and in perfect condition. he brings with him an ax, sward, m1 Garand, m14 and a huge crate of ammo on a dolly.I start off destroying the stairs and going to the warehouse and picking up a ladder, then i go to the supermarket pick up the bud light and get some beer and cigarettes gas and some fuses. realizes there are some solar panels on the roof of the warehouse then he finds some battery's. He goes on to jury rig 15 car battery's together then he finds a air compressor and an alternator in the junk part of the warehouse. Then he attempts to rig the better alternator to the air compressor by switching out the alternators the finding a bigger belt (this air compressor thing is to keep the battery's charged). He now is thinking dam I'm good now i have power. but he isn't done yet he goes to the top of the warehouse and grabs the solar panels and takes them back and puts them into his garage, I'll set these baby's up tomorrow he mummers (two kilowatts of power here i come). He proceeds to take out his flashlight and hook it on to his weapon and waits with a cold beer |
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| DNAz5646 | Sep 3 2009, 09:43 AM Post #14 |
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THIS IS SPARTA!
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Dick Cheney(lol) walked into town He was a accomplished hunter having traveled North A far and wide for game He luged a Rem Mod 7400 for 30-60 Sping with a 3x-9x sight And the Dirt Harry .44 mag Model 629 He did rounds for equipment and then barricaded him self on the top floor of apt 3 Edited by DNAz5646, Sep 3 2009, 09:47 AM.
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| DNAz5646 | Sep 3 2009, 09:45 AM Post #15 |
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THIS IS SPARTA!
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your like chris fukin ryan or andy fuk Mcnab or fuki.......i think u get it XD |
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| Neilyboy92 | Sep 3 2009, 11:10 AM Post #16 |
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Rock Apes ftw
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OOC: Dick cheney LOL im not standing near you "Mayday Mayday can anyone hear us, We are going down!" The rear rotor had been buckled since takeoff but getting out of the city was a prority it had finally snaped and they were going into the dirt hard. "Everone hold on to somthing and keep your weapon safe!!" Travis Mira shouted he had flown transport helo's in the USAF for 15 years up untill the infection "Shit Dad, we've lost rudder movement and instruments." Rick Mira his 16 year old son shouted grabbing his AR-15 and strapping into his chair, "Ricky watch your lanuage your still a child!" his mother shouted she was in the back of the chopper along with two other survivors they were screaming and they had every right to the chopper was spinning and plumeting to the ground whilst the choppers instruments were making loud beeping noises, Travis could see a town around 3 miles away but couldnt mark its position "BRACE FOR IMPACT!!" he shouted back as the passengers strapped up Everything went quiet The chopper hit the dirt The blades still spinning hit the ground and flipped the chopper on its side The sound came back and Travis could hear the screams. The chopper engine cut out and he could smell smoke. Travis checked if his son was ok he was unconsious but alive, he couldnt turn to see the guys behined them he tried to shout back but got no answer, Unbuckeling from the chair was an effort in itslef the buckel had snapped he reached for his knife and cut himslef free falling against the door. "Dad...." Rick coughed "Dad... need a hand out dont want you to put your back out" he laughed Rick managed to get his door open and climbed out. "Shit dad the backs fuked up, weres mom!" |
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| Finn 1939 | Sep 3 2009, 04:05 PM Post #17 |
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Lucas continued speeding along on the dirt bike. He was drunk still. Had been ever since he found the Liquor Store- had to kill the shop keepers walking corpse with his swiss army knife, his only belonging other then his final drops of brandy and a chocolate bar. He had been running for weeks. He was heading for no where in particular, just away from it all- cruising through the country seeing the same old scenes of death, devastation and decay. Very few survivors if any. He never usually stayed to find out if they were dead or one of those things. He didn't know how long he could keep it up though. It had been weeks since he saw his girlfriend ripped apart, his mum trying to feast on his flesh, his brother putting a gun to his own head. But Lucas just kept on running. He looked at the petrol gauge, the wind rushing through his hair. Nearly empty. Looked like he would have to stop at the next town. He reached the town- seems like it was deserted. It had a petrol station at least. He was heading for that, swerving on his bike round some old ruined military vehicle in his drunken state, when he heard a load crash in the distance. He looked around worriedly and saw some movement. A figure was coming down the road towards him. "Fucking shit" He accelerated the bike before hitting a pot hole. The Brandy nearly fell out his hand and he went to grab it. He'd be damned if he was going to spend the last few minutes of his life sober. As he was struggling for the bottle, his front wheel hit something. "Argghhh" screamed Lucas flying over his handle bars before slamming into the hard ground. His body bounced a good few meters like a rag doll before coming to a halt, his bike crashing next to him. Things started to fade and he lost consciousness. Edited by Finn 1939, Sep 3 2009, 04:13 PM.
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| Neilyboy92 | Sep 3 2009, 04:11 PM Post #18 |
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Rock Apes ftw
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15:00 "Rick get your weapon up they could be out there" Rick managed to scramble out the top of the chopper they had crashed onto a road so there was a few trucks and such lying about but they had dead people in them so it’d be suicide to hop into them in case there are infected inside. Nick climbed up to the rear of the chopper he could see the 3 occupants including his mother lying dead in the back one of the blades had split and spun straight into the rear. He fell back and puked, It would be hard enough to see his mother die a peaceful death but to see her in that state he couldn’t take it. Travis managed to get out of the chopper he didn’t want to see in the back after his son reacted like that his wife of 20 years dead. He wasn’t able to react now he and his son would be dead within the hour. He could see the town it wouldn’t take long to get there, Travis grabbed his M16A4 with Aimpoint M68 CCO they would reach the town by evening providing they didn’t run into any zombies. 17:00 The two arrived into the desolate town passing a destroyed Stryker APC. They decided to take up position in a house (19) "I’m goanna go and get food you get this place turned into a fortress" said heading over to the supermarket "Count 30 minutes from.... Now and if I’m not back good luck to you son" They high fived it was their way of saying goodbye it had been since Rick had been a boy and Travis would go away on deployment. Travis: Travis didn’t like how open it was he had his weapon raised and he was wearing full combat gear so hopefully any survivors wouldn’t think he was a zombie (Or a Quail XD). He approached the door slowly going to open he stumbled over a body falling to the ground he manage to twist and put his weapon up. He breathed slowly ready to fire once he saw it was clear he got to his feet, he opened the door to the supermarket and turned on the chest torch he had on it would flash on and off every 5 seconds so that any zombies wouldn’t be alerted. He could hear a low growl there was a zombie close by it just depended weather or not it would see him first. Travis continued looking for the beast then he saw it the torch flashed showing up its glowing eyes it slowly advanced stumbling its leg was obviously broken. Travis fired one into the chest. The zombie recoiled falling back and letting out another growl almost like a dog its chest was leaking blood must have taken one to the heart. Fuck, forgot headshots kill these bastards He fired again this time the round caught the zombie in the chin and wrecked its spinal column it fell backwards to the ground letting out a low moan like it was disappointed in its own death, Travis continued looking for food he found very little people had already been through here and almost stripped it clean. Travis made his way back to the house to help his son barricade the house. Rick: Rick instantly went to strip apart the heavy objects to pile up in front of the door and took the inside doors off to board up the windows. He had his fathers old AR-15 fitted with the Samurai Elcan sight, He'd been firing this gun since he was 10 but the pistol he had managed to get a hold of was his favourite it was a SOCOM Mk.23 his father’s friend had given it to him. He was having a problem with the freezer it would move he opened it up to see if what was inside it. Rick took a few steps back in shock. It was full of meat and human parts then he heard a noise upstairs, He lifted the pistol and moved slowly into the hall, "Hello?" Rick said hoping for no reply "Just come upstairs sonny boy i need a hand with something!" A voice shouted back Rick moved slowly up the staircase he also was in full combat gear not that it helped much against the zombies but it helped them being recognised by survivors, He moved up the stairs weapon raised What kind of freaks have human remains in their freezer and then wait till I’m alone to come out of hiding He got to the top of the stairs and was about to turn the corner when a blade was swung at him he only just had time to react the blade hit the top of his Kevlar MICH 2000 helmet ripping off the ACU camo cover but forcing the blade back and jarring the freaks hand, Rick raised his pistol and fired into the mans head he was wearing a metal mask and the bullet deflected off into the wall, Rick rolled and managed to fire a round into the mans leg. "AHHG Fuking little prick If you struggle the meat will become stringy" The man let out a menacing laugh as he tried to get up and take another swing at him Rick managed to get his knife free and stab the man in the side of the neck. The man must have been on something because he still dint go down, “Bring it you sick fuck!” Rick shouted as he tried to fire off another shot the man managed to knock it out of his hand though it hit the ground firing into the wall. The Knife still firmly lodged into the freaks neck the man was bleeding badly however still had a lot of strength left in him he managed to wrestle Rick to the ground. However he managed to roll him onto the stair they both slid down the knife hit on the stairs and dislodged from his neck, The maniac was bleeding badly and would lose conciseness and turn soon Rick removed his helmet and started thumping it on the side of the mans head with little effect, “You stupid little fuck I’m goanna enjoy eating you!” the man was coughing now he was turning soon. Rick grabbed the top of his head the man had left the bottom of his metal mask sharp so he used it to force into the man’s neck opening up his throat. The man screamed which turned into a low grow, Rick kept pushing and the mask slipped strait into the neck and opened it right up uncovering is face a mix of scars and cuts and his eyes were now. The head separated Nick stood up and fell back onto the stairs the body twitched and the floor was turning red with the blood, He sat there for 10 minutes in shock he had killed a living being he wasn’t a zombie till nick killed him. This was a much different feeling than killing a zombie, He felt sick as he climbed the stairs to get his pistol back. He took 3 deep breaths and then heard his father entered from downstairs. “Dad!” Rick ran downstairs “Oh you got one nice job son!” They high fived “This cunt was alive but fucking maniac tried to fucking eat me!” Rick said kicking the dead body in the ribs “Jesus well that don’t count then, and I got one at the store” Travis said looking at the man on the ground “Its now 15-13 your falling behind boy. Now gimmie a hand getting that freezer over there in front of the door.” OOC: My longest post ever 1,283 words not including these ones Edited by Neilyboy92, Sep 3 2009, 04:17 PM.
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| The_Grim_Wiiper | Sep 3 2009, 04:32 PM Post #19 |
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The Paint Samurai
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*THe old man notices movement in the house next to his, house 19* *he picks up his Winchester 1876 and fires 4 quick rounds into the building* |
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| Chickenweed | Sep 3 2009, 04:42 PM Post #20 |
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Wiiper's bitch >=D
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Rick runs outside and sprints to the supermarket. He climbed up water pipes on the side of the building, and noticed a broken window. He climbed through the spot and hopped in, rolling as he hit the floor. "I need umm... oh ya, i remember: Food + Water Candles Fire Lighters Alcohol in bottles Cigarettes String Paint Cans" Rick set off in a hurry looking through the damaged aisles. He found all of them in about 15 minutes, then climbed out another broken window. He sprinted back towards the 7 story building, noticing more survivors milling around. He could almost sense the pain of the people. He wished he could go out and give each one a hug ( ) but he knew he had to get back. When Rick opened the fourth story door, he saw Darren taking another nap. "Shit, cant you ever stay awake!?" Rick decided to have a rest himself, and placed the supplies beside his sleeping comrade. |
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