New Year is a New Beginning, correct? Well, I decided to try the Shoutbox. I also added several new themes! Check 'em out! I know several of you will like them, since I made some with certain people in mind!
STAFF
LennaSuzaka - Staff Head
Shadow - Administrative Assistant
Enzo - Moderator
Seeking Positions in - Theme Creation Moderation
(I wouldnt mind a 1v1, The reason I see that it usually end up that way is because the "community" here is small. But small communities are usually awesome. :P)
(well there are 15 of us... just some of us don't RP and a lot of us don't like side RP... can't make a pro for now. Supervisor wanting me to do stuff so can only post short things)
Name: Kyrie Hahana Age: 28 Gender: Female Height: 5'9 Weight: 163 lbs Appearance: Weapon(s): A bow and arrows, a improvised spear made out of a pice of pipe, and a knife. Personality: Quirky, slightly perverted, serious when need be, a bit cocky. Background: Kyrie became an archer at the age of eight. in Highschool she was the best in the archery club at he highschool. By the time she graduated, she had became an archery instructor in the same town Everett is from. She took the armor from the museum when the outbreak began.
"Might aswell keep a log..." He said aloud, as he walked through his families now destroyed home. "I wonder if they are okay." He sighed, finding a pen, and an old leather bound notebook, he began writing. This is the notes left behind by Brigadier General Everett Sullivan, If you find this, Im most likely no longer alive.
January 13th, 2013 Not a single person around. I got pretty beat up by a mob yesterday. I hope I see someone soon.... Its been what seems like years in the past two months give or take. I'll keep pushing on.
He closed the book. "I wonder if my jeep still works." She said as he walked to a shed in his backyard, and pulled a tarp off the top of an old Jeep. "Just like I left it." he said with a smile looking at the Big gulp cup in the cupholder and a few beer bottles in the floorboard. The key was in the ignition, he cranked it. "Success." He said as the engine turned and eventually growled. He hopped over the side into the drivers seat and drove out into town. "Is anyone out there!?" He called. as he drove through the once bustling down town area.
"Come on, you sacks of rotting meat!" A feminine voice cried rather triumphantly. A sickening squish was heard. Sunglasses donned and a pair of ear buds blaring A Perfect Circle, a woman wrapped a oil-soaked rag around the bladed arrow head. A horde was nearing her, teased to the core with the fresh scent of flesh.
The woman strung the arrow, pulled the string back from the bow... aimed for a nearby gas can... and let loose the arrow.
Within mere seconds, the arrow connected with the gas can, setting off an audible explosion, torching the already lifeless bodies. Kyrie took cover, smiling with victory.
Name: Issac Grant Age: 28 Height: 6'0 Weight: 188 lbs Appearance: Weapon(s): Shotgun, Baseball bat Personality: Loud, abrasive, bat shit insane at times. Loves a good rumble. Background: Big name local rocker. Avoided the infection by missing a gig where the rest of his bandmates got attacked. He keeps them in a cage and throws peanuts at them when bored. He thinks of the outbreak as the biggest show ever.
Everett heard the explosion and drove towards it. He hopped out of his jeep shotgun ready. "Anyone there!?" He called seeing the zombies in a burnt pyre.