NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: Okay, heres the rundown. The American suburban town of Idiom has been infested with Zombies overnight. They spawned from a toxin that the Antagonist Corporation accidentally let loose in the water supply of a localised area, so not everyone will be affected just yet. Your characters can either intercept a transmission from a couple of pilots holding out at the airport, or seeking out the solution to the infestation. It will have kind of a "Shaun of the Dead" intro, not everyone will immediately notice the living dead and things just get nutty from there.

It will start in the morning, your character will most likely be waking up or getting off the graveyard shift, but time frame generally follows my characters, so if one of my posts says 'It was late afternoon, judging by the sunset' it will be late afternoon. But I don't really mind differences. Don't take the post too seriously, just RP your character doing what you'd do in the same situation, and then some.

A brief word about the Zombies. They are are classic Zombies, none of those 'Holy shit it can run!' Zombies. I'm liking the more 'I'm forty kilos overweight and I'm outrunning this beast' shuffling walk kind of Zombies. Destroying the brain or removing the head kills them.

Please sumbit a small bio if you wish to join, if I confirm it, then your character is in play. Perhaps you would like to use my character's bios as a template.

Name: Todd Williams

Age: 15

Physical appearance: A pretty lanky guy, muscular. He has a short fuzz of dark brown hair, and a light case of acne. He has green and gold braces and tends to favour the T-shirt and board shorts approach to fashion.

Personality: Todd is very competitive, especially with his cousin Franky. He thinks he is god's gift to women, even though he is really a bumbling fool. He regards a polite smile from a woman as a sign of interest, and brags about such things whenever he gets the chance.

Nationality: Australian

Name: Franky Williams

Age: 15

Physical appearance: A few inches shorter than Todd, a bit more pudgy round the middle too. He has long black greasy hair and a little bit of a crappy teenage moustache. He likes black rock band t-shirts and jeans.

Personality: A bit more sarcastic than Todd, a bit quicker on the uptake as well. He has generally the same amount of luck with the ladies as Todd, but really this comes from lack of trying. Kind of mellow, he lets the world kind of slip by around him rather than doing anything. He resents being neglected so much by his parents, who are currently on a business trip in China.

Nationality: American

All reasonable weapons allowed, this is a more gun-totin' republican part of America.

(OOC:I may decide to do this,but I'm kind of on the fence.I'm afraid it will descend into ":sniper: :sniper: I ShOotz Ze ZOMBIES LOLZ!:gundge: :gundge: " or something equally retarded.)

OOC: mind if i add an odd twist? as i would like to RP this but only if i can have my little twist using my tech(from a crashed Scout ship) and haveing a small group or 2-4 of my different Alieans.

OOC: sorry for any bad spelling as i do not have a spell check on this computer right now

OOC: Yes, well, I'll try to stop the post sinking that low.

As for the Aliens. I'm kind of in two minds about this. I'm just going to set a few ground rules before you give a bio. I'll let you RP Aliens as long as they don't come into contact with any humans and the tech they're using is not too extreme.

Well, the first post of my characters will be up in a few hours. It's five am here and I'm a complete tool for staying up this long, so I bid you all a good night.

Mind if I join? Long time since I attempted to RP on the Jolt Forums, last time I did we had that whole screw-up thing and I couldn't log into the forums for ages.

If so, it's going to be with your standard human.

MT, right?

The zanx stealth planes circled over idiom with caution.
Fas Detroit climbed out and looked out into the misty, empty street.
His legs were shaking rapidly in the cold.
"I dont see any" He said quietly.
"SSSHH! one of his comrades whispered.
Fas looked round and loaded his gun. he beckoned. His fellow soldiers jumped out soundlessly.
For a moment everything was quiet except for the soldier`s heavy breathing.
"What...was...that?" Said Jey Treda, one who was usually the fiercest and first to kill in the old Zanx civil wars of old.
A loud groan sliced the silence in two.
"Holy Shit,"Said Fas, "Here they come!"
A whole group were now visibale through the mist. The groans were getting louder and the creatures were now walking at a fast pace.
"Ready guys?" Said Jey, "Three...Two...One...Fire!"
As his words echoes through the street, something fell on him.
"Shit! shoot it!" Shouted Jey.
The guns deafened the ears of all of the comrades.
The zombie was now motionless.
Jey got up, shaken.
"I don't think it bit me." He mumbled.
Then another one came, tearing at his neck and roaring inhumanely.
Fas fired one shot then looked up to see the other crowd feet away.
He knew he was doomed.
He took his colt 45 from it`s holster, pressed it against his
temple and fired.

Merech Zanx, ruler of Zanski watched this through a camera one of the crew had taken with thm.
"Was this live?" He asked.
"Yes, dear Merech our grateful ruler." Said Sonee Kampa, Merech`s main advisor.
"Ok, I want 1,000 soldiers there right away," Merech calmly ordered.
"Yes sir. right away." Said Sonee.

As for the Aliens. I'm kind of in two minds about this. I'm just going to set a few ground rules before you give a bio. I'll let you RP Aliens as long as they don't come into contact with any humans and the tech they're using is not too extreme.

Well, the first post of my characters will be up in a few hours. It's five am here and I'm a complete tool for staying up this long, so I bid you all a good night.

OOC: well, my tech is not to extreme. mostly they have personal shields(the thing about the shields is that they only work with faster moving objects so Zombies would have no problems geting past them) and different forms of laser like weapons...no contact with humans at all? some of my Aliens look like humans, some are parasitic and infest humans and control them and last, some feed on sentiant beans lifeforces(or something like that). besides, it could be fun to have them interact with humans would it not?

OOC: Easy there Zanski, you can RP after you give a bio and await confirmation. Also,I don't know how I'm going to work a thousand soldiers into the story, could you please redo that after my first post?

Tagmatium, yeah, you can join. The more the merrier. Normal humans and MT is correct.

Nebarri Prime, as stupid as this sounds, I'm trying to keep this post as realistic as possible. Wow, that looked even stupider as I typed it. I don't really want them to come into contact with humans because what are the chances of coming into first contact and surviving a zombie outbreak on the same day? Perhaps they'd get some odd looks from people driving past, but I wouldn't really like a whole lot of teaming up with humans. Sorry.

IC:

7:45 am. William residence.

Franky awoke to obnoxiousness.

"Get up mate! I havn't adjusted to the timezone and I'm bored as all hell!"

Todd shoved Franky some more.

"Alright you schmuck, I'm getting up!" Franky spat at his idiot cousin.

Franky pulled on some black tracksuit pants. He stumbled to the kitchen to make himself some "Sugar Treets: Nothing Proven Yet!" cereal. He called out to Todd, who was currently watching a taped episode of "The O'Reilly factor".

"Todd, do you want anything while I'm up?"

"No...wait, so this guy doesn't like liberals?"

Franky sighed. He decided to escape Todd's idiocy by getting the morning paper. The banner headline read "Terror in the streets of Idiom!". Franky frowned, and decided to ignore this article, probably some more right-wing brain-washer about terrorism striking anywhere. Franky flipped to the funnies.

Just as he was laughing at Hobbes's hilarious rebuttal to Calvin's derogatory quip, he heared a roar. Franky looked up. The paper boy was slowly shuffling his way towards him.

"Look, I know I haven't paid you in a while, it's just that my folks are out of town for the moment and...hey, are you all right? Do you want me to call 911?"

Franky had noticed the blood spurting from the kid's neck. A vicious chunk was ripped from the kid's grey skin. He opened his mouth.

"Huuuuuuuurgh...hu...hu..eargh"

"Um," Franky began. "I'll just...go inside and...um, call help."

Todd looked up from the white PVC couch.

"Have a good chat to your hubby there shortstack?"

Franky let this slide. He picked up the cordless phone and dialed 911. The phone dialed for a little while before he got the message.

The owner of this telephone has been disconnected from the service, please try again at a more convenient time.

Franky gasped, if the fire brigade, ambulance service, and police force was disconnected, then something was seriously wrong. As in horror movie wrong.

"Todd, don't be alarmed. An increasingly Zombie-like kid is on our front lawn, and I can't reach the emergency services."

Todd considered this, his lips silently moving.

"Too bad I spose'." He said finally.

"Too bad? What the hell kind of answer is that? It's probably an apocolypse out there and you say "too bad"?!" Franky shrieked.

Todd brushed crumbs off his rugby jersy.

"Nothing we can do about it now. No use complaining."

Franky smacked Todd over the head. He picked up the newspaper and looked for anything related.

Ten minutes later...

"Okay," Franky began, showing Todd the front page."The Antagonist Corporation has claimed responsibility for this Zombie virus, and evacuations have been suspended because the rescue vehicles keep getting overwhelmed."

"Fabulous. Do you want me to kill that guy behind you?" Todd asked.

Franky slowly turned around. The wheezing body of the paper boy was slowly edging towards him.

"Aw crap, this ones got an eye missing and everything! Kill it, kill it!" He screeched.

Todd pulled a flat cricket bat from his bag. He walked up to the Zombie, and wacked it's head off.

"Six!" Todd shouted in triumph.

Franky picked up an aluminum baseball bat. He held in both hands and formed a sneer.

"Okay, we got some death to dispense."

"Yeah," Yelled Todd. "Let's do--Wait a minute, 'Death to dispense'?"

"Yeah, um, it was pretty good for a first try, I mean, c'mon. You were going to say 'Let's do this', mine was at least original. Please." Franky said, ashamed.

"Whatever, let's go!" Todd said. "Afterall, we've got some death to dispense."

Franky frowned and followed Todd out the door.

OOC: you mind if i join

OOC: Yeah, join up. Just submit your character's bio, and if I like it, you're in the game.

OOC:

Name: John Tiler

Age: 22

Physical appearance: 5-11-ish. Average build. Wearing a pair of faded blue jeans, t-shirt, worn biege hooded top and a battered leather jacket, as well as a woolly hat and a pair of steel-toed boots. Short cut hair, nothing really special.

Personality: A bit sarcastic and smart-arse-y. Tendancy to complain about things, but will almost always do them anyway. Is at the moment in America having a holiday after several years of university, and before getting a job back home.

Nationality: British

Course, it ain't up to me, but it may be best to limit to a purely character-based RP, rather than one with armies and the like.

You're in. Amaze me.

"You sure you know how to drive?" Franky asked as Todd settled into the driver's seat of Franky's mum's car.

"Of course I do," Said Todd, completely failing to check his blind spot. "I won a certificate at Super-Karts."

"Somehow that fails to put me at ease." Franky replied, buckling his seatbelt as tight as he could.

Todd jammed his foot down on the accelerator. He turned to Franky.

“So, dear Franklin, are we headed anywhere?”

“No, just look for survivors. Turn left at—What is that?!” Franky screamed, jabbing his finger ahead.

Todd squinted.

“It would appear to be a shambling mass of people. Note their grey skin and bloody mouths. Their vocabulary seems to consist of the word ‘Hurgh’, do you know them? They seem to be coming towards us.”

Franky was left agape at his cousin’s use of…words. He pulled himself together just in time to fall apart again.

“ZOMBIES! Floor it!”

Todd hauled arse. All the way into a streetlight. Todd slammed the steering wheel.

“Khaaaan!”

“Shut up. The zombies are coming.”

Todd swung his cricket bat.

“Then let’s kill em’ all!”

“What?” Franky asked, staring at the zombie hoard. “We can power walk our way out of this. These guys couldn’t catch my grandmother!”

“We must set an example.”

“Shut up, you dunce. Let’s get out of here!”

The two cousins hopped out of the car. They jogged almost as fast as they could be bothered to. They walked into a corner shop, where an elderly man was lying in a puddle of blood, and a radio was hissing static.

“Might as well get some Cheetos while we’re here.” Said Franky, edging towards the shelves.

“Shut up. There’s something on the squawk box.”

Todd tuned a knob slightly to the left. A voice came on the radio.

“—infection. Two pilots are waiting at the Chestnut Memorial airport, just outside the city. Northeast. Repeat, to escape the infection, come to the Chestnut Memorial airport…”

“Should we make for it?” Franky asked.

“No,” Todd said firmly. “Their has to be a way to stop these zombies. I’m sure a couple of people are left at the Antagonist Corp building who’ll help us out.”

“Okay,” Franky said. “We’ve all gotta die sometime I spose’.”

John woke up to scrabbling at his door. He quickly got himself ready and pulled some clothes on. The noise was still there. He wallked quickly towards the door and flung it open.

"Haven't you heard of a bloody doorbell? Oh."

The man at the door looked unusually grey and ill, and was just moaning. John slightly perturbed by the man's appearance opened door slightly wider.

"You OK, mate?"

The man just lunged at him, mouth open and arms out stretched. John swore loudly and leant all his weight against the door, slamming it shut. A hand still poked around the door, and he ran jumped back a few feet before throwing himself against the door. It completely closed, and a severed hand flopped onto the floor.

"Christ."

He turned to the TV. It wasn't working, the radio either. Power to the building seemed to be out. There was more scrabbling against the door, and it started to give under the weight of the handless ill-looking man and a few others attracted by the noise. John gathered as much of his stuff up as he could, shoved it into a rucksack. He couldn't use the door, as it would mean attempting to barge past a half-dozen of those weird people. He looked out of the window. It was about three or four metres to the ground, but there was a street light just a metre away from the window. John forced the window, jumped and clung desperately to the light head.

From up there, he could see that the street he was on was deserted. There were no people that he could say, ill-looking or otherwise. He slide down the light and landed on the roof of a parked car underneath.

A splintering noise from above told him that the door to his room in the hotel had been forced. John started to move quickly down the street, away from the hotel. But where to?

Name: Andrew Leary

Age: 19

Physical appearance: 6-2. Works out and in shape. Wearing greenish brownish kackies, a camo beater, Hooded sweatshirt with a picture of a dragon twirled around an 8 in the middle of the sweatshirt, as well as a baseball cap with an american football team logo on it (steelers) and a pair of of regular gray tennis shows. Short buzzcut for his haircut.

Personality: Very stubborn always wants to get his way. He never backs down from anything (that is why he was beat up so many times). He is somewhat arrogant and sadistic. He was in the military in america so he carries a handgun with him.

Nationality: Scotish

total bumpage

Sorry, wrapped up in another RP. Putting this thread on a temporary break, won't be any more post for a while.