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Promising Survival Horror ( Hell on Earth OOC page)

Sigma Octavus
24-04-2004, 06:42
Okay, I've been in nearly every survival horror RP in NationStates, and I have to say that Steel Butterfly's was the best. Actually, it was also the only one to end, but oh well. There's a reason I'm not putting this in International Incidents.

So I'm thinking of making my own. I am an expert on zombie movies, and survival horror in general. My recent runs through Resident Evil: Outbreak have inspired me a little. I'm pretty confident in my abilities to run an RP like this.

Okay, a few guidelines (Which will be added to):

-Keep it modern tech, super soldiers ruin these RPs. Real weapons only. Blunt objects are good.
-Make where a weapon is gotten from make sense. You won't find a shotgun in an alleyway.
-Not everyone should start with a weapon. Maybe a gun from home, or a metal pipe, or a bat or whatever. No starting with Katanas and G36 assault rifles.
-Try to RP some civilian stuck in the mess, it's more fun.
-Not all characters have to be from the RPing nation. Some could be locals.
-To make it more interesting, cat people and elves are allowed. So are any other races, just clear it with me.
-If you have a military person, you better have a good reason for it.
-Do not bring in an army. If you bring in a squad or whatever, make sure most are killed fairly quickly, leaving a survivor or two.
-Do not hijack the story, I'll be making one really soon.
-I'll be running off of the Resident Evil virus thing, nothing supernatural. Don't try to make it that way.
-Stick with the story till the end. It sucks when people drop out without reason.

There will be three groups in the story: Citizens (civies, cops, firemen, etc.), terrorists and military clean-up crews (MCUC)

Citizens are just trying to survive
Terrorists are trying to survive and don't get along well with other two
MCUCs are trying to kill everyone and everything

Anyone who wants to be a terrorist contact me so you know whats happening. Also, MCUCs are to also wait for me to initiate the military clean-up.

I don't know which nation this will be in. Real or NS. Or maybe I won't specify.

I can and will reject an entry if they don't qualify.

List of RPers

Tappee
Bomber Corp
Torontonias
Hexagrams (pending)
Emerald Winter
Kaukolastan
Ineptia
Mercenary Soldiers
Magnus Valerius
Gehenna Tartarus
Glorious Humanity
AMF
Arzullo
Transnapastain
A Few Rich People
Hattia
Armed Lumberjacks
5CN
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I will contact you when I have the story.
Tappee
24-04-2004, 06:46
As actually having the benifit of having participated in RtoR (the above mentioned RP) i might be willing to take part in another. However, i can't make any commitments at this time.
Sigma Octavus
25-04-2004, 02:25
.:bump:.
25-04-2004, 02:28
I'm in!

'M n!

:D
Bomber Corp
25-04-2004, 02:32
hmmm... never done a thread rpg before... I guess I could try...
Sigma Octavus
25-04-2004, 02:33
Arzullo, can you prove you won't use your little language there and follow the rules I set down.

BC, from what I see from your post history, you show a bit of promise. You're in.
Torontonias
25-04-2004, 02:37
I'd like to join, but I'd only be able to post once or twice a day, I'm just warning, because threads have a tendancy to have a page added to them in posts between my posts.

-I really would like to join though, Survival Horror has always been one of my favorites
Tappee
25-04-2004, 03:05
send me your ideas for the story, and I'll try to come up with a character that will fit in with it.
Hexagrams
25-04-2004, 03:26
I can rent out 3 Byzantium Fighting Monks, Cleric Division.

I won't use six like in the Iteronto situation, as it's complete overkill.
Three is fine though.
Emerald Winter
25-04-2004, 03:32
Can I join?
Sigma Octavus
25-04-2004, 03:39
Hexagrams, aren't they sort of super people (if what I'm reading from your post history is right). Try to use normal people.

EW, sure, you have serious potential. (I'm a fan of your Half-Elf soldier letters)
Emerald Winter
25-04-2004, 03:43
EW, sure, you have serious potential. (I'm a fan of your Half-Elf soldier letters)

I didn't know so many people read them. Thank you.

Can I join as a Half-Elf?
Sigma Octavus
25-04-2004, 03:46
Yeah, I'm allowing half-elves. I'm allowing people, elves (half-elves), catpeople, etc.

Your thread has it's regular readers.

Everyone, check up top for helping create a character, I added something.
Emerald Winter
25-04-2004, 03:51
I'll write up a Character, OK?
Sigma Octavus
25-04-2004, 03:52
Sure. This RP will probably start over the week.
Hexagrams
25-04-2004, 03:55
Hexagrams, aren't they sort of super people (if what I'm reading from your post history is right). Try to use normal people.

EW, sure, you have serious potential. (I'm a fan of your Half-Elf soldier letters)

They're trained specifically to battle the animated dead, undead, demonic, and supernatural.

However, they mainly use a Shaolin Spade (that's right, a garden tool invented by the Shaolin Monkhood of Mt. Song) and Ruger Mini-30 Carbine (A semi-automatic hunting weapon). They are all psychic to various degrees, though that's mostly in the area of telekinesis (grabbing, pushing, leaping).

What happened in the Iterano thread was that they were working with (actually one of them took control of the leader's mind) the local military to seal the city, and then they taught the local military how to deal with the threat responsibly so they could take care of it themselves.

With only half the team, (and probably no Chopper), their resources will be cut thin.
They are fully concentrated on the ideals of stopping Solanum-outbreaks. There's only 36 Monks left in the world since Byzantium disappeared.
Kaukolastan
25-04-2004, 03:56
Hey, can I get in as a clean-up unit team? (It dies early, leaving only one main character.) Sigma, give me plot direction, and I can expand inside of that. (They'd be local military, not mine.) Maybe even paramilitary...

Please TG me.
Sigma Octavus
25-04-2004, 04:00
Hexagrams: I don't think I'll allow them.

Kaukolastan: Sure. Good deal.


Okay. My characters will be my character, a terrorist and an MCU squad.
Sigma Octavus
25-04-2004, 04:24
Wow, now that I'm putting work into the story, this seems really promising.
Emerald Winter
25-04-2004, 04:29
I'm making a Character now.
Tappee
25-04-2004, 04:39
Here's my character that I'm commit. I'm open to suggestion and critisim

http://img.atpictures.com/gary/tn_gary87.jpg

Name: Sam Thoranda
Age: 41
Bio: Sam was born in Invalessco one of Tappee’s many major cities, to a rich family. At the age of 18 he attended Tappee University and earned a dual degree in both electronic and economics. After graduation he worked for his fathers company’s Thoranda Inc, a company that specializes in electronic hardware, at the age of 26 he conduct a hostile take over from his father taking full control of the company becoming one of the youngest CEO’s in Tappee. Once assuming control of Thoranda Inc he changed the direction the company took, moving from the civilian sector, to the military, designing hardware for the army. With the government of Tappee seizing control of NiMbus technology assets, which also happened to Thoranda Inc main competitor, Thoranda Inc has quickly become the largest Corporation in Tappee.
Ineptia
25-04-2004, 04:41
The middle-class Mumphrey family from Altstadt, Ineptia, will be vacationing in the affected zone at the time in question, unfortunately. Members of the family are:

Walter Mumphrey, 46, chemical engineer for Ineptian brewery
Mildred "Midge" Mumphrey, 44, school nurse
Tina Mumphrey, 19, freshman coed at Himmel State University
Matthew Mumphrey, 16, member of high school tennis team
Sarah Mumphrey, 10, diabetic grade school student
Eleanor Mumphrey, 70, retired administrative assistant
Rusty, 8, trusted family cocker spaniel
Mercenary Soldiers
25-04-2004, 04:52
OOC: Hell, if you've got another spot open, I'll take it.

Name: Dekker Bray
Age: 39
Height: 6'2"
Weight: 283 lbs
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Blue
Occupation: Police Officer
Former Occupation: Navy SEAL of ten years with USMC
Manner: Jaded, Easy-Going, Sarcastic
Skills: Unarmed, Firearms, Knives

Trust me, he won't seem over-powered once he's in the thread. I've got the same concept in the 'Dreaming in Digital' thread, and it's worked pretty well.
Emerald Winter
25-04-2004, 04:54
Name: Layla Jenae.

Layla is a Half-Elf, so she possesses some of the qualities of both Humans and Elves. She is not as tall as a full-blooded Elf, but she is taller than the average Human is. She is also very agile, and very fast. Far beyond the capabilities of a full-blooded Human, but just not quite to the level of an Elf. She stands at a straight 5’11, and weighs in at a level 145 lbs. Her hair goes down to her shoulders, and is Silver-Blonde in color. Her eyes are Silver-Gray, and seem to be able to pierce into the very core of your soul. Her current profession is fighting fires, and she is revered for her skills as a Firefighter. One of the things she is particularly famous for is her ability to reduce a door to rubble in seconds with an ax. Another is her ability to navigate in chaotic areas, such as rooms filled with smoke, flames, flashing lights, and all that good stuff.
Magnus Valerius
25-04-2004, 05:12
Hey, can I participate in the RP? I've already got a character in mind. :)

EDIT: Here he is.

Rainier Piers du Chamberry

Age: 26
Birthplace: Charleroi, East Nice, Magnus Valerius, Valerian Empire
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 163 lbs.
Blood Type: O+
Hair: Light Blue
Eyes: Violet
Occupation: Budding Overseas Entrepreneur
Former Occupations: College Student, Sharpshooter in the Valerian Palatinate Guard
Manner: Reserved, Cautious, Confident
Skills: Sniper Rifles, Rifles, Saber
Starting Weapons: Briefcase, Broken Saber

Rainier is a quiet fellow whose hair and eyes were graced with the recessive genes in the Valerian stock. He was madly in love with Countess Tina du Charleroi, but after he finished college, Rainier decided to make a name for himself in order for his love interest to take notice. He quit his job in the military (being ranked as one of the best sharpshooters in his regiment), and ventured out into the world; Valeria was technologically backwards, but Rainier adapted to the modern anemities that existed elsewhere. His Welsh Corgi, Stroganoff, accompanies him on his trips. Little did Rainier know that the area that he had decided to visit recently was to suffer from something... unusual. And so, he begins in the affected zone in the apartment he had rented for one month while he checked business opportunities in the area.
Sigma Octavus
25-04-2004, 05:25
I've got the first post written. I'll start this RP around monday or tuesday. It will be called "Hell on Earth". I'll tg all parties involved when its up.
Tappee
25-04-2004, 05:36
I've got the first post written. I'll start this RP around monday or tuesday. It will be called "Hell on Earth". I'll tg all parties involved when its up.

looking forward to it :D
Emerald Winter
25-04-2004, 05:37
I've got the first post written. I'll start this RP around monday or tuesday. It will be called "Hell on Earth". I'll tg all parties involved when its up.

Cool.
Sigma Octavus
25-04-2004, 05:39
It's a good one. It will help everyone understand how to start. I got a unique twist on this RP. It's already got humor, horror and carnage. Now to start writing the rest. Bah, I've got a class in school to do this. I haven't payed attention to a word that teacher's said all semester, and I'm getting by with a C. Stupid electives that suck.

Now to go brainstorm while playing Resident Evil: Outbreak on hard mode. Stupid zombies.
Emerald Winter
25-04-2004, 05:45
I'll just wait patiently, then.
Glorious Humanity
25-04-2004, 05:53
Is there room for another to join?
Magnus Valerius
25-04-2004, 05:56
I've got the first post written. I'll start this RP around monday or tuesday. It will be called "Hell on Earth". I'll tg all parties involved when its up.

Sounds good. I guess I'll twitch in anticipation until then. :P
Sigma Octavus
25-04-2004, 06:21
Is there room for another to join?

Yeah, there's room for more. I'm hoping more will also join once it starts. I'm hoping this will become the most successful RP I've ever done. If I play my cards right, and everyone RPs well, this will be an enjoyable experience all around.
Gehenna Tartarus
25-04-2004, 06:31
I'm interested in taking part in this. Haven't done a horror survival before, but I have done a few character RPs.
Sigma Octavus
25-04-2004, 06:38
Looks like we've got a good mix of older and newer nations going.

I will probably start monday afternoon at 4:00pm-5:00pm CMT

This will get me off FFXI for a while.
Tappee
25-04-2004, 06:41
let hope it goes well, the last survival RP that I took part in took nearly a month and half to finish. We are still RPing the repercussion of that RP today, which was started back in december.
Automagfreek
25-04-2004, 06:52
OOC: I'll join, but because of my limited time I'l play the guy that dies first.
Sigma Octavus
25-04-2004, 06:57
Cool, welcome aboard AMF.
25-04-2004, 07:24
Arzullo, can you prove you won't use your little language there and follow the rules I set down.

BC, from what I see from your post history, you show a bit of promise. You're in.

Yes. It's just for fun, man.
Sigma Octavus
25-04-2004, 07:26
Okay.
Kaukolastan
25-04-2004, 10:37
More information will come, but my character (who may/will be antagonistic in this thread) is basically:

Lt. Thomas Drevol of "Whatever_military_is"
-Orderly
-Cold
-Efficient
-Callous

He will want to clear the city, and his goals will be to fulfill his mission, regardless of the cost.

MORE WILL COME AS SITUATION DEVELOPS

EDIT: Additions

Character will have a lot of gear in early parts, but lose most of it in a crash/firefight/otherwise-disaster.
-Equipment:
--Beginning:
---AG-36
---Incindiary 'nades
---Mk23 SOCOM
---Flashlight
---Headset Radio
---Kevlar w/ shockplate
---Pack of Marlboros
---Zippo
---Flares
---Sunglasses
---Compass and Map
---K-bar Knife
--After FUBAR
---K-Bar
---Zippo
---Marlboros (cigs)
---Sunglasses
---Busted ass radio (only intermittent signals, cannot transmit)
---Mk23 SOCOM, little ammo, busted suppressor

I think that should cover it.
Torontonias
25-04-2004, 15:11
Like I said, Pages and Pages.

Anyway, my character is going to be a resident of the city. Once a successful worker for a Large Phamecutical corparation, he lost his job when the company pulled out, leaving him unemployed. After many months of unsucessfully gewtting a job, the bank foreclosed on his car, house and small business, and his family left him. He now spends his days as a Panhandler, begging tourists and residents of the city for change. He is a halfway point between well-to-do Citizen, and unsavoury street criminal. -Edit- By the way, his name is Donny O'Brien (Don)

Name: Donny O'Brien
Age: 34
Height: 6' 2''
Weight: 150lbs (He's lost alot of weight being homeless)
Eyes: Blue
Ocupation: Panhandler
Former Occupations: Computer Technition, Owner of small computer repair business
Manner: Sarcastic, Obnoxious and Intelligent
Skills: Lockbreaking, Moderate Computer Skill, Minor Computer Code Breaker/Hacker
Starting Weapons: Pool stick (He was passed out in a pool hall, when He awoke, all this had happend)
Kaukolastan
26-04-2004, 04:36
Idea post. Since I don't really "know" about this nation's military, I'm playing by ear. SigOc, could you give me some feedback on this?

Also, what's the name of this nation and city? It would help. :D

First Lieutenant Thomas Drevol leaned back into the passenger seat of the High Mobility Multi-Wheeled Vehicle (HMMWV), commonly called the Humvee. The reinforced vehicle bounced and jolted, despite the driver’s best efforts. Drevol pushed his silver reflective sunglasses back up his nose and glanced behind him. In the back, three more soldiers waited, including Sgt. Cortez on the M2 “Ma-Deuce” machine gun. Behind the Humvee, partially obscured by a dust cloud, two more Humvees and three "Deuce and a Half" trucks rolled along, filled with more of Drevol’s unit.

Drevol glanced at his uniform for a moment, observing the urban digital camouflage, all grays. The army wasn’t issued this uniform, nor to any other branch of the service. Should someone find his uniform, they would wonder who he worked for, because none of the nation’s forces used his outfit. They would wonder more when they could not find his dog tags, nor a flag or any identification at all! The only two pieces of cloth he wore on his uniform were his silver LT bars and his single unit patch on the left shoulder. Even this unit patch was an enigma, a single blue starburst on a black field. No unit used that patch, or so the records said.

That unit was called “Shrike”, and he was leader of Shrike Team Five, under Major Fairbanks. Shrike Teams were not real. Shrike Teams did not exist. Shrike Teams were denied by every level of the government. Shrike Teams were the most reliable force the military had. They were chosen from the Special Forces, not so much for skill (which was expected), but for they’re undying loyalty and willing to go any length for the government. As such, Shrike Teams were the favorite tool for “wet works”, dirty black ops that needed to happen off the radar and off the budgets.

Their uses were plentiful. When a powerful leader was suddenly killed by his own men, a Shrike Team was nearby. When the nation’s enemies were suddenly torn apart by civil war, Shrike Teams were instigating the violence. When drug lords met gruesome ends, the bullet came from a Shrike. When rebel groups were violently exterminated, Shrike Teams were the trigger men. Had they been in a less civilized nation, they simply would have been called “Death Squads”, but this was a modern, sophisticated society. Still, the wet work had to happen; it just couldn’t be seen… Shrikes were the perfect solution. Cover-ups, assassinations, blackmail, terrorism, intimidation, and extermination were their specialties, and they performed their silent duty with cold professionalism. They did not enjoy their work, for they were civilized soldiers, but they knew it must be done. They were the sacrifice, who would stain their hands with blood to protect their nation. They would bear the burden of their acts so others could sleep in peace. No cost was too high, no sacrifice too great, no act too wrong. They would gladly commit any mission without complaint, completing depraved objectives without qualm, and if caught, dying without acknowledgement or ceremony.

…I am the one who bears the burden, who makes the sacrifice. I will do what must be done. I will walk in darkness so you may have the light… Drevol heard the creed echoing in his mind. That was his mantra, and he clung to it with each pull of the trigger. He knew he was damned for his crimes, and that the society he protected would loathe him if they knew. Fifty-four. The number was too clear, the number of men, women, and children he had killed. The images of the Congo flashed back to him. The Mubatu Rebels had risen up against the INSERT supported government, and threatened the oil trade. To make a point, Shrike Team Five had slipped in and executed two villages of the Mubatu civilians. We lined them up and shot them with AK-47s, so the scene looked right. Then we torched the bodies and left a message in the rubble to halt the rebellion. It had worked, and the oil trade resumed, with barely a flux in prices. He had been in bush wars in Asia, supporting one dictator over another. He had been inside of the crackdowns in South America, keeping the socialist poor under control. He had been inside of the alleys of eastern Europe, giving a knife in the back of a “bad” politician to favor a “good” one. At each step, he had reminded himself of the creed. I will walk in darkness so you may have the light.

Few knew of the Shrike Teams, and none would acknowledge it. Only the Team Members, their direct superiors in SOCOM, and a few scattered Special Forces members knew of their existence. Those in the Teams and retired were bound by Oath to secrecy, and they had been chosen for their ability to keep that oath. Those over them were often from the Teams, and gave the orders. Only those able to understand the need for the Shrikes would ever learn of the Shrikes, which left few in the civilian government barring the Intelligence Chief and the Secretary of Defense. The others that knew were those unfortunate SpecForce Units left holding the ball when the Shrikes went to work. Of those, there were two groups: those who understood and respected the Shrikes, and those who viewed them as some sort of baseless relative. Of the latter, they did not speak out of duty, not out of approval. In the end, the Shrikes were little more than a rumor amid the grunt soldiers, and a whisper in the intelligence community. Conspiracy theories touched on their existence, but the Shrikes fed out disinformation to those theorists, and the conflicting accounts only discredited the theories.

Accordingly, the Shrikes were not outfitted by the military proper, but pieced together by black budgets and over-expenditures. While the normal military preferred the Colt M16 line of rifles and carbines, the Shrikes used a mix of black market H&K weapons without serials. In his Team alone, Drevol could point to G11, AG36, UMP, MP7 PDW, MSG-1, CAWS, and other exotic weapons chosen by necessity. Only the best for our best. Drevol was from the Army Special Forces, himself, and at thirty-three, he was old for a lieutenant. However, he had earned every bit of rank, coming through enlisted ranks and Officers Candidate School. I will walk in darkness so you may have the light. He touched the starburst insignia, then let his hand drift to his silver bars.

He was a bachelor by design, for he had no identity outside of the Shrikes. Family would make him a liability. There’s simply no room for that kind of weakness. He told himself again, but he knew there was more. I could not face a wife and children, not after my work. What does Daddy do? He is a killer. He is a butcher. He bit back a sneer and dropped his mask into place again. This was his duty. I will walk in darkness so you may have the light.

The trees were rushing past, one after another, with the sunlight flashing through the leaves in beams of light and curtains of darkness. His silver flash-glasses flickered in the light, reflecting the surroundings perfectly, but never allowing even the slightest hint of the eyes behind. He tapped the mic hanging from his Kevlar helmet, and patted the speaker location on his left ear. “Keep your eyes peeled.” He ordered into the mic.

“Roger that.” Sgt. Cortez replied, standing behind the Ma Deuce, gripping the dual pistol grips tightly.

Drevol reviewed what he knew of his mission thus far. Terrorists triggered a chemical spill, some sort of nerve agent. Real nasty shit, too. The army SpecForce boys are locking down the perimeter, to keep anyone from entering the contaminated zone. We are to go in and investigate the area, recover the research, and “clean house”. The terrorists must be eliminated, and the area sanitized. When we’re done, this is to look like a civilian disaster. Anyone inside is already dead. The Humvee was beginning to slow, and the driver glanced over. “Checkpoint.”

Ahead, there was a concertina wire fence and a small gate. Two soldiers in gas masks were leveling their M4 SOPMODS, and an officer, also in a mask, was advancing on Drevol’s Humvee. Drevol rolled down the window and saluted the Captain. The officer returned it and nodded. Drevol handed over his orders. The Captain glanced at them and began to speak, his voice muffled by the mask, his breath coming in clicks and wheezes. “Welcome to the Hot Zone, Lt. Drevol. We’ve been waiting. Have your boys mask up. The agent may still be airborne inside the perimeter.”

Drevol nodded and tapped his mic. “Suit up.” Throughout the small convoy, Team Five pulled their gas masks on and tightened them down. Drevol placed his hand on the filter and breathed hard into the mask, cleaning the intake. Then he switched and cleaned the exhaust with another puff of breath. He turned back to the Captain. “Sir, what’s the SitRep?”

The Captain glanced warily back over his shoulder, towards the town. “Silent. The terrorists are bunkered in, or dead. We’re letting you deal with that.”

Drevol tensed at the way the Captain had stated that. Another one of these holier than though pricks. They forget that back alley knifings are just as important as grand jousts. He replied, “Sir, we’ll take care of it.”

The Captain glanced back again. “Be careful, Lieutenant. The animals have been acting odd lately.”

Drevol tipped his head at the Captain’s change in attitude. “Strange?” he asked.

“They’re very sick with something, perhaps to do with the agent release. They’re behaving rabidly, but they’re encumbered by their own failing bodies. I think they’ve lost pain senses, because we had some wild dog take about ten five-five-six rounds to go down.” The Captain was hiding something, but he said no more. “Anyway, you’re clear. Go ahead. Major Fairbanks is waiting at the interior perimeter.”

The guards lowered their rifles, and pulled apart the gate. The convoy proceeded through, and Cortez commented from the turret, “Sir, they seemed mighty scared of something.”

Drevol nodded. “Agreed, Sarge. And that’s a pretty light perimeter to keep people out. There’s supposed to be over five hundred men in here. Where are the rest?” He suddenly fell silent as they passed a group of soldiers, standing around a pit. The five soldiers each carried a backpack, with a small tube leading to a nozzle of sorts. All five were turned into the pit, and lances of fire flooded into that hole. Drevol glanced back at Cortez, the flames flashing in his sunglasses. There was a crackling in the air, and a sickly sweet smell drifted through even the gas mask’s filters. Drevol knew that smell all too well. They’re burning bodies.

“Sir?” Cortez started.

Drevol’s helmet crackled. “This is Second Lt. Dart. What the hell was that for, sir?”

Drevol answered on open channel, to the entire unit. “I don’t know, but it’s not good. Keep your eyes open, and guns loaded.”

He glanced back at Cortez, who shook his head. “Don’t like this, sir.”

“Me either. Keep the Ma Deuce ready.”

“Aye, sir.” The bolt racked on the .50 caliber machine gun.

Drevol could still hear the crackling fires. He pulled the charging handle of his AG36 assault rifle and watched the suddenly forbidding forest more closely. I will walk in darkness so you may have the light.

I need feedback and comms! :D My AIM is "Joseph the Grea7". Please contact me with comments/questions/bitching. 8)
Sigma Octavus
26-04-2004, 06:37
This will definitely start on tuesday. I'll do a bit of planning and plot tomorrow, and will have the first post up on tuesday.
Emerald Winter
26-04-2004, 12:42
My character will also start with some gear that ends up getting lost.
Transnapastain
27-04-2004, 03:27
Hey, can I get in on this? Ex-military media correspondant?
Sigma Octavus
27-04-2004, 04:33
Okay, but all communication in and out of the town will be jammed. Only be able to give news to the people in the town.
Hattia
27-04-2004, 04:58
Hmm, can I still join:

Character
-----------------

Name: Dimitri Andropov
Age: 24
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 194 lbs
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Grey
Skills: Pistol, rifle, knife fighting, hand to hand. Computers
Weapon: Standard Issue HSP (Hattian Service Pistol) and a combat knife

Andropov is a agent in the HFIA (Hattian Foreign Intelligence Agency). He has passed the training courses with flying colors. He is a rather easy going person, characteristic of his age. He is quite intelligent and analytical and has various other skills that a spy posesses.
A Few Rich People
27-04-2004, 05:10
Be it to late?

If not can I use a character that I have allready used in other RPs (he is just so well fleshed out 8) ).
Transnapastain
27-04-2004, 05:14
Okay, but all communication in and out of the town will be jammed. Only be able to give news to the people in the town.

That'd be fine, I just wanted a job that gave me a little knowledge about weapons, thank you for letting me in!

Name: Jerry (Cap) Hargreaves
Height: 5'6 220 lbs
Age: 33
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Dark Blue, however, has poor eyesight, around 20/200, hence why is was discharged from the military
Background: Ex-Military officer, Normal military career, achieved the rank of Captain before being medically discharged accident dulled his vision to around 20/200. How works for the national news network as a military analyst, was in town on business.

Starting equip
Pocket Knife
Cell phone (can work or not, i dont care, just tell me)
Pen and paper
laptop computer
Black heavy trench coat
Sigma Octavus
27-04-2004, 05:15
Yeah, you people can join. Wow, I didn't think this many people would join. Yay.

I've got a twist or two up my sleeve to make things interesting later in the story.

Please, stay through to the end. This will end.
A Few Rich People
27-04-2004, 05:34
Name: Teddy Kurgan
Age: 37
Occupation: Former undercover anti-organized labor union officer(past)
Current: Beat Officer in *scribble*Sigma*scribble* Romore (U.S.A.).
Race: Human
Height: 5' 9"
Weight: 210lbs
Nationality: Udekian (subsidiary of Mikosolf Corperation)
Weapons: Colt Manhunter, from his days as an officer in Udek

Bio: One of his most distinguishing features is a cybernetic right forearm. Gained from a botched raid. After that he lost his confindance and was quickly shoved into retirement. Now after several years of psycological help he has mostly recoved and has become an avid amature swordsmen while at the same time maintaining small arm proficincies. Moved *scribble*in*scribble*to *sribble*Sigma*sribble* the U.S. about three years ago to escape the drudge and toil that Mikosolf has now forced upon the once glorious nation of Udek. He does odd jobs around the city, the most recent of which has put him right back where he started, a cop.
Sigma Octavus
27-04-2004, 05:36
Uh yeah. I guess I shoulda posted this earlier. This is happening in a city called Romore. It's somewhere in the US. It's not in Sigma. Not even really in the entire NS community.

Transnapastain, the phone will not work. All signals to and from the city are jammed. All. Even laser. Yes. Even laser. Except for the military frequency on the radio.
A Few Rich People
27-04-2004, 05:38
:oops:

Then let me get my white out.

*scribbles on above post*

there!
Transnapastain
27-04-2004, 05:40
Transnapastain, the phone will not work. All signals to and from the city are jammed. All. Even laser. Yes. Even laser. Except for the military frequency on the radio.

understood, making it not work gives me something to work with anyway, so, its cool
Armed Lumberjacks
27-04-2004, 05:53
as long as you are still allowing people.

I would like to bring in a farm equpiment and diesel mechanic from the country.

Name: Victer Kelley
Age: 28
Occupation: Mechanic
Height: 5' 11"
Weight: 240 lbs.
Eyes: Blonde
Hair: Blue
Build: Muscalur
BAckground: Son of a cattle farmer and horse trainer. Went to a community college and became a farm equpiment and diesel mechanic. IS very skeptical of big city folk and will only go into a large town for equpiment.

Equpiment:
Black Dodge 3/4 ton truck
Tools
Duster
Thick Cowboy Boots
Black Leather Cowby Hat
.357 Magnum Revolver(kept kept behind the seat)
2 - 50 round boxes of .357 ammo
Sigma Octavus
27-04-2004, 05:54
Hmmm....interesting character. You're in.
Kaukolastan
27-04-2004, 06:04
May I suggest no more "military" type characters? We seem to have a LOT of people who can shoot, swordfight, and hack like mo-fos for a small-town, USA. Any more, and this is Militia City! :D
Sigma Octavus
27-04-2004, 06:05
I'm gonna severly limit their weapons through RPing zombies knocking them away and stuff. Force them to use pipes and brooms and things of that matter. They'll have to RP finding new weapons. It's fun to RP someone who has a chance to die.

First person to use a katana gets eaten.
Transnapastain
27-04-2004, 06:09
yeah, too many 1337135, and we got a problem
Kaukolastan
27-04-2004, 06:12
You already answered it, but TG for you, Sigma! 8)
Armed Lumberjacks
27-04-2004, 06:12
yes....
Torontonias
27-04-2004, 11:56
Are we going to find out what is really behind all these Zombies and uncover a horrible corparate research base like in the Orginal Resident Evils?
Sigma Octavus
27-04-2004, 15:25
Just wait for the first post.
Five Civilized Nations
27-04-2004, 15:26
Signing up!!!
Sigma Octavus
27-04-2004, 15:28
Welcome. Try not to use a military character. Civilians are fun to roleplay in survival horror.
Five Civilized Nations
27-04-2004, 16:42
Name: Dodge Fenrick
Age: 78
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 178 lbs
Eyes: Grey
Hair: Black
Biography: A former military commander, Dodge fought in the Second World War, rising to the rank of Colonel, commanding the Ranger detachment that participated in the Normandy beach landings. Decorated for heroism, Dodge was discharged after the war with excellent commendations. Returning back to the states, Dodge went to work as an insurance sales agent, rising swiftly through the ranks, because of his optimistic, happy nature. By the time he was 70, Dodge had amassed a fortune of some US$500 million, enough for him to retire and begin his solo trip around the world, emulating John Rogers historic trip around hte world on BMW motorcycles from 1989 to 1991 (as told in the book, Investment Biker)
Vehicle of Choice: Mercedes-Benz ML320 SUV
Equipment: Binoculars, antique WWII era pistol, etc...
Sigma Octavus
27-04-2004, 23:28
Hmm.....two interesting characters so far. A farmer and an old guy.
Automagfreek
27-04-2004, 23:58
I don't know what to make my character, but I know that he's going to die first. I dunno, we'll have to work something out.
Gehenna Tartarus
27-04-2004, 23:59
Sigma Octavus
28-04-2004, 00:00
Well, I'm gonna start soon, so.....
Armed Lumberjacks
28-04-2004, 06:03
i figured that it would be nice to get some non-city lovers into the mix
Sigma Octavus
28-04-2004, 06:06
Decided to make this the OOC page for my little RP which will be up tomorrow. I couldn't make it tonight, things came up. I have ACT tests tomorrow.....
Kaukolastan
28-04-2004, 06:07
Decided to make this the OOC page for my little RP which will be up tomorrow. I couldn't make it tonight, things came up. I have ACT tests tomorrow.....
Good luck. Don't worry about those. They're cake.
Emerald Winter
28-04-2004, 13:30
Decided to make this the OOC page for my little RP which will be up tomorrow. I couldn't make it tonight, things came up. I have ACT tests tomorrow.....
Good luck. Don't worry about those. They're cake.

Never really start thinking that about any test, of any kind. You can say it ti comfort yourself; but don't fully believe it.
Hattia
28-04-2004, 13:58
May I suggest no more "military" type characters? We seem to have a LOT of people who can shoot, swordfight, and hack like mo-fos for a small-town, USA. Any more, and this is Militia City! :D

Well, mine can shoot decently. But he is more trained to sneak around. After all, he works in espionage and counter-espionage.
Kaukolastan
28-04-2004, 16:00
May I suggest no more "military" type characters? We seem to have a LOT of people who can shoot, swordfight, and hack like mo-fos for a small-town, USA. Any more, and this is Militia City! :D

Well, mine can shoot decently. But he is more trained to sneak around. After all, he works in espionage and counter-espionage.
I wasn't attacking anyone. Sorry if it came off that way. And btw, my military character is there because he is less of a "survivor" and more of an obstacle to the rest. (Think Mercenaries in Nemesis.)

Hey, how'd you get the different title? "Iron fist socialist" Cool!
Hattia
28-04-2004, 16:56
I found out where the mods lived and threatened them... :evil:

Actually, it was the forum title contest, it is a sticky in General.

Anyway, no problem.
Transnapastain
28-04-2004, 17:24
heh, my dude cant see.... :lol: 20/200

Note to self
Find scoped rifle
Hold up
Wait for help

:D
Sigma Octavus
29-04-2004, 00:55
Yeah, it's up now. http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?p=3102741#3102741
Kaukolastan
02-05-2004, 01:16
I think I wrote the longest post in NS history... 8)
Five Civilized Nations
02-05-2004, 20:19
How long was it ms word wise? Cause I've posted sometime in the past something that was eight pages single spaced...
Kaukolastan
03-05-2004, 02:11
How long was it ms word wise? Cause I've posted sometime in the past something that was eight pages single spaced...

Thirteen pages, single space, default 10 point font. 8)
Sigma Octavus
03-05-2004, 05:58
Man, if only my writers block would go away. It caused physical pain to come up with my storyline, and I based practically the whole thing off an existing storyline.



(Resident Evil)
Armed Lumberjacks
05-05-2004, 18:04
my problem is i cnat think of much to say. plus iwht class and work all the time its hard to find time. i will be writing soon thou.
Tappee
06-05-2004, 05:53
my computer is not working, so at the moment I'm using a friends, which limits the time that I can spend playing ns. So with that being said I may not be around that much. You can just assume that my character is tagging along, or if it is going to be a problem then just kill him off, just let me know before hand.

Sorry :cry:
Sigma Octavus
06-05-2004, 05:57
Okay, I'll tag him along.
Tappee
06-05-2004, 06:33
Thanks, hope to have my computer up and running soon
Five Civilized Nations
06-05-2004, 19:12
OOC: What's happening right now? I'm really confused...
Sigma Octavus
07-05-2004, 00:05
What? Where? In the RP?
Kaukolastan
08-05-2004, 03:23
I'm trying to answer for Sigma, so correct me if I'm wrong, but I believe ALL comms are jammed.

That includes (especially) wireless internet. Land lines are cut, and radio and cell waves are jammed, and even satellites are blanketted. The only unjammed frequency is the coded military band (which needs a military radio AND the cypher).

Also, Sigma, can I enter another character? He's another survivor that I think I can do some work with, but I'll probably have him leave the RP early (one way or another). I have three reasons:

1.)So I can keep posting while Lt. Drevol is waiting on Gehenna Tartarus to reply.
2.)A cool idea I had (AIM me and I'll talk about it) :wink:
3.)To add diversity

EDIT: I went ahead and made the post with the "new" character. I talked about him earlier, during the botched raid on the Biolabs.
Kaukolastan
08-05-2004, 08:34
People! We have an OOC and an IC thread! I'm not trying to overstep my "player" status, but come on! Put only IC in the IC thread, and only OOC in the OOC. The last several posts have come with combo OOC/IC statements, and it detracts from the story! Please, consider the aesthetics, and use the edit button to pretty it up.
Transnapastain
08-05-2004, 08:41
OOC: Torontonias, i apologize for having your chara comment some actions, i just figured, given the situation, thatd he'd comply, if that bothers you, though, let me know and ill make sure not to do it, i promise not to use him as a human shield ;)

Also, i think the Internet is down too
Five Civilized Nations
09-05-2004, 12:58
Um... okay...

*wonders what to do with a 70-something year old geezer driving a Mercedes-Benz SUV...*
Sigma Octavus
09-05-2004, 23:22
Okay, I saw Dawn of the Dead last night. Gave a little inspiration, but not much. The original was better. Still working on next post.


:D :D And my parent's just bought me a '88 Honda Accord. :D :D
Torontonias
09-05-2004, 23:28
Transnapastain, thats no problem, I've made the mistake several times myself, no harm was done.

Also, thanks for the update with the wireless internet problem, and the OOC statements, I haven't been on for a while, so I'll fix that up right now
Transnapastain
10-05-2004, 00:54
Um... okay...

*wonders what to do with a 70-something year old geezer driving a Mercedes-Benz SUV...*

have him come meet us ;)
Five Civilized Nations
10-05-2004, 14:53
Where are you?
Transnapastain
10-05-2004, 18:07
Where are you?

Me, Torontonias, and Armed Lumberjacks are hold up in an aprtment building near the University, I have three signals going
-Loud rock Music, also very ironic songs given the situation
-A Flood light shinning into the sky
-and a strobe light

If you want, ill launch a flare too, he ought to be able to find us

OOC note: I think itd be funny to have your man make refrences to WW2, so the line

"No, this is nothing like World War Two...or are you implying the Nazis had undead Sol....you nkow what, nevermind, im sure they did..."
Transnapastain
10-05-2004, 18:12
Where are you?

Me, Torontonias, and Armed Lumberjacks are hold up in an aprtment building near the University, I have three signals going
-Loud rock Music, also very ironic songs given the situation
-A Flood light shinning into the sky
-and a strobe light

If you want, ill launch a flare too, he ought to be able to find us

OOC note: I think itd be funny to have your man make refrences to WW2, so the line

"No, this is nothing like World War Two...or are you implying the Nazis had undead Sol....you nkow what, nevermind, im sure they did..."
Armed Lumberjacks
10-05-2004, 23:32
yes i agree...
make references to the germans...
and the sewer people, now they were messed up
Kaukolastan
11-05-2004, 06:00
Hey, Sigma? Are you playing by Resident Evil or Dawn of the Dead Version 2.0 rules on the creation of zombies?

Resident Evil: If bitten, you are infected. When you die otherwise, you come back after several hours as a zombie, unless cured while alive.

Dawn of the Dead: If bitten, infection kills you within 3 hours by itself, and you come back in seconds as a zombie.

Which one, for reference?
Sigma Octavus
11-05-2004, 06:12
I'm goin off the Dawn of the Dead thing. But that doesn't mean that these zombies run. Since when do zombies run?
Transnapastain
11-05-2004, 06:37
I'm goin off the Dawn of the Dead thing. But that doesn't mean that these zombies run. Since when do zombies run?

thank god!
Armed Lumberjacks
11-05-2004, 06:41
yay...
Five Civilized Nations
11-05-2004, 14:44
Where are you?

Me, Torontonias, and Armed Lumberjacks are hold up in an aprtment building near the University, I have three signals going
-Loud rock Music, also very ironic songs given the situation
-A Flood light shinning into the sky
-and a strobe light

If you want, ill launch a flare too, he ought to be able to find us

OOC note: I think itd be funny to have your man make refrences to WW2, so the line

"No, this is nothing like World War Two...or are you implying the Nazis had undead Sol....you nkow what, nevermind, im sure they did..."

WWII references maybe, but not like what you have... And my character will drive up soon...
Sigma Octavus
12-05-2004, 00:01
Holy crap no......I just got grounded from the computer. I'll try to get something in, but it might be a little hard. I'm working really hard to remedy this. More later.
Transnapastain
12-05-2004, 07:08
Where are you?

Me, Torontonias, and Armed Lumberjacks are hold up in an aprtment building near the University, I have three signals going
-Loud rock Music, also very ironic songs given the situation
-A Flood light shinning into the sky
-and a strobe light

If you want, ill launch a flare too, he ought to be able to find us

OOC note: I think itd be funny to have your man make refrences to WW2, so the line

"No, this is nothing like World War Two...or are you implying the Nazis had undead Sol....you nkow what, nevermind, im sure they did..."

WWII references maybe, but not like what you have... And my character will drive up soon...

Cool, i was half kidding with the refrences, mostly playing on the Nazi occult research....and of course Return to Castle Wolfenstien
Sigma Octavus
14-05-2004, 05:16
Just posting to show that I still live. Working hard to get my comp back.......my dad unplugged it and stuck it in his closet. Grrr........And that's my computer! MINE!

So anyways, I should be back around monday-wednesday next week. I have several posts, but their written up on my comp........Stay with me on this one.

Please.
Transnapastain
14-05-2004, 05:56
Just posting to show that I still live. Working hard to get my comp back.......my dad unplugged it and stuck it in his closet. Grrr........And that's my computer! MINE!

So anyways, I should be back around monday-wednesday next week. I have several posts, but their written up on my comp........Stay with me on this one.

Please.

Dont worry, i know myslef, Kstan and AL wont let this oen die ;)

good luck!
Armed Lumberjacks
14-05-2004, 18:59
ehh
yea nothign better to do really
Torontonias
14-05-2004, 23:54
I'm probobly going to pull a Resident Evil Character into the RP, some sort of Mutated Giant Animal that will serve to force my, AL and Transnapastain out of the residential complex, I'll do that sometime Tonight or Saturday morning
Armed Lumberjacks
15-05-2004, 07:10
ok....
thinking...
thinking...
gosh dangit i hate the city...
this is hogwash...
oh well that would be interesting torontias...
we were going to leave after esting anyhow...
yoiu can always have it happen when i finally get a bit of shut eye
Sigma Octavus
15-05-2004, 10:14
Okay, good deal. I am roughly half-way there. Soon, I'll have my comp back. My dad didn't log out of his comp. :lol: That's how I'm writing this.

I was going to throw something at your apartments anyways, but I can't really now. If they get pushed out of there, it will be better.
Torontonias
15-05-2004, 14:10
Alright, AL, I'll wait until you have your character fall asleap, and then I'll do it sometime this afternoon or tonight, why did I have to get involved in such a good RP in the midst of the end of school project rush!!! :(
Armed Lumberjacks
15-05-2004, 18:19
i dont at hte time have time to write up part of hte story. i will be goen for a day or so so if you jsut want to say that you taek over shooting. or you can have cap take it over hten that would work, so i could sleep. i would say that i wouldnt go anywhere close to the unviersity because of the explosions. but whatever.
Torontonias
16-05-2004, 01:35
I never said we were going to the University, it was simply a suggestion, Also, isn't the University/Library where those Marine people are? Where they found the armoured rat goopy mutant thing? I may be a little confused. All I'm posting is the thing destroying the building, and us leaving, I'm gonna let someone else decide where we're going to go.
Sigma Octavus
16-05-2004, 06:44
Okay. In the police handbook, it labels the campus as the gather point in case of emergency. People went there, but they all died. The marines and my armor rat are also there. As far as everyone knows, it is still the safest place. All cops would know this, but only a few civilians would have, because they never read anything posted in the post office or anywhere else.

Interesting giant snake thingie.

Now back to Final Fantasy 8 before I get caught on the comp........ :wink:
Torontonias
16-05-2004, 14:39
Yeah, the reason My guy had the idea to go to the University because although everyone else is either visiting or traveling through the town, Donny actually lived in the town before this. And in his later times contantly being drunk, and being thrown in the drunk tank, he has had plenty of time to read up on various police references.
Mercenary Soldiers
16-05-2004, 18:48
OOC: There's a cop in a Crown Victoria with flashing lights & sirens roaming the city. He's currently near the fortified apartment building, but has decided to steer clear of the university because the infection has probably spread like wildfire through the gathered masses who hoped to find refuge there.

It's a similar scenario to the military base mentioned in the second Dawn of the Dead movie. I thought it was a bit scarier because the zombies chased your ass down. Regular zombies just shamble about & are only deadly in large groups. It's like getting killed by a mudslide, which only travels at about five miles an hour.
Sigma Octavus
18-05-2004, 03:17
Back in business. I'm plugged back in. :D Joy!
Kaukolastan
22-05-2004, 18:37
Will post tonight. :wink:
Transnapastain
22-05-2004, 19:00
most likely posting tonight too....dunno

Welcome back Sigma, and thanks for the help n the FWS thread, good times! :D
Armed Lumberjacks
04-06-2004, 17:39
i have been held up with finals lately and rushing to get them done early. I am leaving for a backpacking trip tomorrow. to isle royale. HORAY. i will be gone for about 10 days. when i get back i promise to post much more since i wont have school to worry about.