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Post by kazkame on Feb 20, 2007 17:25:30 GMT -5
Jason waited for what felt like eternity in the misted streets of Paradyne for anyone to pass. Eventually he heard a familiar sound, etched into his young mind. It was the sound of twenty or so undead appearing out of the ground. They all seemed calm, as if waiting for something to happen. Jason wasn’t going to let that faze him.
<The time is right,> said Azerel in his mind.
"I guess so," said Jason.
Jason now lowered his goggles over his eyes and began to call his guitar. Samba came out of his head in a semi-glorious fashion. Jason was now surrounded by all types of zombies, ones with roses, sailors, nerds and the token police cop.
"It’s going to be a long night," he said to himself.
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Post by Tout-Perd on Feb 20, 2007 23:36:40 GMT -5
OOC: Urge to use Megadeus rising... Rising... Suppressed. Barely.
BIC: Berthold Verdigris was new to this place... wherever the heck it was. He brushed his hair while glancing into the bathroom mirror to ensure that it was well in place. Replacing his brush, he smiled slyly, and tucked it back into his bag. A job as a mechanic. Not much, but would tide him over.
He stepped into the street, and was treated to the questionable honor of the reek of rotting flesh. He had wondered why the job interview was at this hour, and now he knew. It was a trap of some kind. He produced a wrench, shakily threatening the undead hordes.
OOC: Could you answer two questions here: Do you have a specific plan for what the zombies' origin was? And roughly where in the world is this city?
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Post by kazkame on Feb 21, 2007 14:05:13 GMT -5
OOC: all planed with origin and every thing into 3 acts and the city is in the midwest near st.louis.
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Post by ch00beh on Feb 21, 2007 14:14:22 GMT -5
Nick wandered the streets of Paradyne city. He didn't quite know what brought him here, but he wasn't too disappointed. Suddenly he bumped into, literally, a man wielding a wrench.
"Excuse me," he muttered, but wasn't really paying much attention. He found that his attention was diverted to what was before him when he bumped into something that smelled quite bad.
Nick realized that it was an undead person, and he quickly stepped back as his brains were about to be eviscerated. He backpedaled towards the man with a wrench.
"So, uh. What's going on?"
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Post by ch00beh on Feb 21, 2007 15:28:29 GMT -5
OOC: take personal arguments to PMs or IRL please. I hear that Battle Royales are all the rage in Europe nowadays to solve problems Anyways, Nick isn't a normal human. He's probably my second most versatile-y powered character in ORP
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Post by kazkame on Feb 21, 2007 16:59:20 GMT -5
Jason fended off the first wave and decided to get out of the area and find some survivors. He headed west to find not a single person around. "Hello! Anyone out there?" Jason screamed.
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Post by Popebenedict on Feb 21, 2007 17:03:45 GMT -5
Jason then heard a moaning sound coming from a nearby building.
"Moaaannnnn, Maooooaannn, Mooooaaannnn"
A strange-looking bearded man hobbled out of the door, limping slowly in a manner similar to but different from the shuffle of a zombie. His eyes appeared to have rolled back in his head and he reeked of alcohol.
"MMMOooOOAannn"
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Post by kazkame on Feb 21, 2007 17:07:17 GMT -5
Jason saw this wasn't a zombie but his rival Onslow. The smell he produced was of expensive liquor and dirty water. Jason decided to be nice to the man and threw him a beer. "You probably haven't had one of these in a while, right old friend?"
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Post by Popebenedict on Feb 21, 2007 17:09:04 GMT -5
Onslow had fallen onto the ground face-first. He looked up at the beer. "'At's cheap stuff, I 'ont need dat." Onslow then looked up at Jason, and rolled his eyes further back into his head. "Oh my head."
Onslow then promptly passed out at the feet of his rival Jason.
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Post by kazkame on Feb 21, 2007 17:13:25 GMT -5
"I forgot you waste more money on booze than I do on my hair!" He quickly picked up the glazed man and began to walk toward the nearest bar or liquor store. He was still searching for survivors from the outbreak, yelling every so often to find out if anyone was there.
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Post by Popebenedict on Feb 21, 2007 17:19:43 GMT -5
Semi waking from his drunk state, Onslow muttered, "Don't yell retard, you're just going to attract the horde to you. Do you want that? Thousands of zombies on you and no one to help? Yeah, that's what I thought. You should head to the radio tower or something and send out a signal to people to congregate there, so you can put up a defense and push these pansies back."
He squirmed his way out of Jason's arms and stood wavily on the ground. "I think I can walk now. Guess we are going to have to put our differences aside for the moment and fight the common evil. Let's head to that radio tower!" Onslow took off at a brisk pace toward where he believed the radio tower was located, gesturing to Jason to follow his lead.
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Post by kazkame on Feb 21, 2007 17:29:26 GMT -5
"That's not part of my plan, but I guess that would help all of the people left," said Jason. He decided he was wasting his energy with Samba in his hands and decided to put him away.
<Zaaaaaap>
"Onslow, maybe we'll get some answers about what happened here." He started to head toward the tower with a weird feeling.
POHATU SEZ: I got a weird feeling too. Like this is the most zombie-less zombie RP ever.
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Post by Popebenedict on Feb 21, 2007 17:46:30 GMT -5
"Answers? I really don't care about answers, I'm here to be a hero. I just want the fame that will come along with saving the town. You know, all that jazz. So what is this plan you speak of? We should have it completely worked out before we tell it to the other survivors. Or liberators."
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Post by kazkame on Feb 21, 2007 17:55:42 GMT -5
"Well, I was sent here by the sages to find the cause of this undead outbreak. They also figured that if I find any survivors, I have to escort them out of the city. So I guess this speeds up my plan a bit," said Jason calmly
"So what are you doing here, old friend? It's just odd to me that you would pass out here of all places."
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Post by Ocelot on Feb 21, 2007 18:35:32 GMT -5
As Onslow and Jason walked towards the radio tower the most unexpected of all things happened. BOOOOMM!! The radio tower exploded in to a small mushroom plume. Thousands of zombie bodies were flown out of the building and others nearby buildings as well. Then out of the corner alley in front of the haphazard duo came.....Ocelot!!
"God Dammit I really have to set some sort of password to activate that damn cycle's self-destruct instead of just a simple button press!"Ocelot yelled then he saw a familiar face, "Onslow, Onslow is that you.Well I'll be the radioactive son of a bitch is still alive! Good to see that you made it the party!"
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Post by kazkame on Feb 21, 2007 18:41:21 GMT -5
" and there goes the neighborhood" said Jason wiping brains of his jacket. he swore that he had seen this man before, then it hit him. this was the man who destroyed half of Germany with a couple of other people. His face was plastered on everything down to the trash cans. this was ocelot himself ruining a well placed communications device. He quickly yelled at the crazed man " wtf, that was maybe the last communication center in the area."
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Post by Ocelot on Feb 21, 2007 18:58:24 GMT -5
"Exactly why I destroyed it boy. I mean what would the public do if they found out about a outbreak of Zombies. Total Chaos! And thats why they sent me here so that I could handle the situation personally but I made a huge mistake with that explosion. It was to early because what the original plan was to send out a frequency through the antenna that only the zombies could here. Test prove Zombies are lured by it but I fucked up! Now all I have is this disk they gave me with the frequency. I guess we'll have to do this the old fashioned way."Ocelot then drew his weapon fired it at a trash can beside Jason. The bullet ricochet off the trash can and went straight through the heads of two zombies right behind Onslow and Jason." Keep your Senses up,BOY!!!"
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Post by kazkame on Feb 21, 2007 19:21:44 GMT -5
" i suggest we keep moving and look for survivors" said jason. He then started to walk east towards the town square. when he reached the street turning in to the square he discovered another wave of zombies. These zombies seem less calm that the last ones he faced. He decided that the deagon rift would waste his energy and pulled out his secondary weapon a broken katana. he called back at ocelot " are you going to sit there or are you going to shoot!!!"
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Post by ch00beh on Feb 21, 2007 21:55:19 GMT -5
Nick didn't wait for a response from the man with a wrench. He squatted and placed his hands on the sidewalk, a silvery substance soon flowing out of his fingertips. It took about thirty seconds for a mace made of concrete to form in his hands, leaving a large chunk of sidewalk missing. The alchemist thought for a moment, then let his nanites cover the weapon's head again, making spikes grow out of it. He smiled, satisfied.
Nick calmly walked up to the nearest lumbering zombie and smacked it in the face, the strength of his bio-mechanically altered muscles plowing the mace straight through the thing's visage. Rotting flesh is so notoriously easy to destroy. Nick repeated the primitive, yet effective, beating on several more zombies, before seeing a trio of normal-ish looking people walking down the street.
"Oi!"
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Post by kazkame on Feb 22, 2007 18:44:14 GMT -5
Jason saw the flesh fly as he saw the wall of zombies fall to the ground. Their brains spattered against the newspaper stands and the walls. Jason hadn't seen fighting like that since he had meet onslow in that bar long ago.
Jason had a feeling that they might need this man to accompany them on the mission. Jason raised his hands to his mouth and screamed " friend or foe ?"
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Post by ch00beh on Feb 22, 2007 18:54:56 GMT -5
"Depends on the day?" Nick replied and shrugged. He thrust his mace into an approaching zombie, sending the weight through the thing's chest. He made a face and brought the weapon out again and gave the zombie a sound thwump on the top of its head.
"Though I suppose friend, at the moment."
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Post by kazkame on Feb 22, 2007 19:06:12 GMT -5
Jason preformed a flash step towards the man and appeared behind him. "well i have a proposition for you." he said as he quickly slashed a zombie through cerebral lobe . They seemed to converge slowly around him and the man. growling and moaning the zombies seemed like they were waiting for something to happen.
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Post by ch00beh on Feb 22, 2007 19:31:55 GMT -5
"And what is that?" Nick replied. He shrugged and let his clubbing hand hang loosely at his side, since the zombies didn't seem to be converging very fast.
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Post by kazkame on Feb 22, 2007 19:34:24 GMT -5
" you help me find out what the hell happen and i'll owe you a favor whatever it is." He turned to the man stretching out one hand. " so what do you say ? "
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Post by kazkame on Feb 27, 2007 18:19:32 GMT -5
OOC: i guess i have failed to keep the interest of the people
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Post by Popebenedict on Mar 18, 2007 19:14:36 GMT -5
"Stop all of this idol chit chat, and lets get out there and kill some Zacks! (slang term for zombie). Fingering the handles of both of his battle axes, Onslow blazed forward into the wave of zombies that appeared to be slowly converging toward his partners.
"I have a plan! Ocelot, follow me, we are going to...(Dramatic pause) The Umbrella Corporation, conveniently located at the South side of town. I have a feeling they have something to do with this. If not, I'm sure they must have some type of radio device there, that we can use to frequency jam the Zacks. Jason! You and him go toward the town square and search for survivors, then meet us on top of that building over there, in one hour." Onslow pointed South East toward the tallest building in the city.
"I think that if we can take a satellite from the Umbrella Corporation, and we can get high enough, that it will work. But if we do this, were going to have a hell of a lot of Zacks on our asses, so bring along as many fighters as you can. If he or she can walk, give 'em a weapon! Gods speed and good luck!"
Onslow signaled for Ocelot to follow and drew both of his battle axes. Screaming a battle cry, Onslow cut through the hordes of zombies standing in his path. "LETS TO THIS!"
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