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| Lone_Wolf | Feb 14 2011, 03:21 PM Post #1 |
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Plot 21st December, 2012. The day the world was foreshadowed to end. Humanity survive through until 2013, when in mid January a disease spread through the population like wild-fire. It seemed to affect adults only, striking their muscles and then their brain. The body underwent a feverish state, practically boiling the brain. Anyone 16 or under, however, seemed to survive. The scientists, before they too died, said it was something to do with the rapid repair of the child's immune system and muscles that seemed to outdo the virus at it's own game. However, before a cure was developed, the world shut down. With the adult's all sick, the kids ran riot. Until the day in early February, where the adults were seen up and about. They were still alive, albeit barely, and were so feverish they weren't even human anymore. Horribly deformed by the disease and acting on such primal instincts, the kids must now fight together against the adults who once cared for them. Rules Right! So, you can play a human, 16 maximum age. The disease has been around for a few weeks now, sorta 7-8 weeks so the world's gone to pot. Y'know, no electric, shops looted of most merchandise, animals gone savage or infected yadda yadda. So, no stupidly small sentences, and please try to use good grammar, at least understandable. Otherwise, follow Kokuri's rules and have fun! |
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| Lone_Wolf | Feb 14 2011, 03:34 PM Post #2 |
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Form Name: Age: Appearance: can be description Personality: Weapons: 3 max Special Skills: max 2, no stupid ones like 'He can Fly' My Form Name: Matt Hughes Age: 16 Appearance: Matt stands around 5 foot 10, is muscular despite his thin frame, has picture (no wings) Personality: Matts a big emo/metalhead. He dresses as a mix of two - wrist bands with metal tee's and skinny jeans, often finished off with a dusty pair of black converse. He's good at problem solving but cant handle massive stress and he often becomes withdrawn when around too many people. Weapons: K100 Slovak, Petron sports bow and a spear made out of a broom handle with a twin knife tip. Special Skills: Problem solving and very stealthy |
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| Silvereye | Feb 18 2011, 02:32 AM Post #3 |
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Name: Morgan Justice Age: 15, nearly 16. Appearance: Morgan is about 5'6", and has jet black hair. She has a curved, well made body, and bright green eyes. Morgan, with her baby. Personality: Morgan is a quiet girl, and impulsive. She is however a loving mother, and regrets the boyfriend she had Claire with. However, she loves her daughter dearly, and would do anything to keep her child alive. Morgan is easily angered, and because she just had the baby, she is rather hormonal. She is also rebellious and at times cruel, with an equal sense of humor. Weapons: S&W .45 Magnum, a police-issue shotgun, and a Marine issue knife. Special Skills: Morgan is proficient with medieval weapons thanks to her father who was a historian who enjoyed practicing with his weapons. She also can speak Latin and Italian. Parents were Italian. |
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| SuperUltraMegastar | Feb 18 2011, 10:06 PM Post #4 |
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SUPERBLY AWESOMELY EXPLOSIVELY EPIC!!!
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Name: Demetri Lightman Age: 10, almost 11 Appearance: Demetri has thick, curly, black hair, and a moderate frame. He has deep brown eyes. Personality: Demetri has a very bright and humorous personality, but sometimes his jokes are a bit on the dry side. He loves dinosaurs, and he wishes to dig them up, or even bring them to life. He cares for and respects the environment deeply, and would do anything to save the life of a mere spider. Weapons: A thick, sturdy dinosaur bone sword, black mamba poison dart, and a small bone knife Special Abilities: Knows a lot on science, is good with medical skills |
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CORN ON DA COB!!! B.A.DINOSAURS I R R E D S R. I. P. Environ ~Copy the above sentence if you wish to keep our home, Environ, in our hearts forever~ | |
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| Lone_Wolf | Feb 21 2011, 05:00 PM Post #5 |
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((Ok, i think 3 is a good starting number ))The streets of London were quiet, except for the odd dog barking it's diseased cry. Matt crept through an alleyway, his spear ready to defend himself with if needs be. He looked up the street both ways, apart from shattered glass and the wreck of a burnt out car, they were empty. Still not relaxing, he crept out into the street, running to the car and scrambling behind it. Then there was the angry snarl behind him. Looking up the street, he saw the single dog. It was an Alsation, it's thick fur was patchy and it's face was badly scarred. The dog came closer, growling and drooling everywhere. Now Matt could see it's face clearer, the scars weren't that, they were thick pink boils, and part of it's ear was ripped in half. Oh well, one dog wasn't much on it's own. As the Alsation charged, snarling and barking angrily, the boy pointed his spear and waited in his crouch by the car. The dog leapt, and Matt brought his spear up with it, plunging the twin knives into it's chest and hearing the loud whine of pain. The teenager watched as, his spear was wrenched from his grip and shattered as the dog collapsed from it's leap into a crumpled heap on the floor. Looking around nervously, he reached out and grabbed it's back leg before dragging the dog with him to the alleyway. His spear was splintered completely, useless to him now. He sighed and pulled the tip from the corpse, untying the knives and wiping them on the animal's fur before slitting it's throat and then heading on his way, back into the street and towards Big Ben, the clock tower useless now but still standing tall in the centre of London. |
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| Silvereye | Feb 22 2011, 02:35 AM Post #6 |
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(Probably.) Morgan huddled at the foot of Parliament, Claire nestled in her arms, drinking her mother's milk. The young child was one sweet thing in a life of Hell. Morgan herself was frail and bony. Unable to leave Claire, Morgan's body was getting weaker, and to provide the child with food Morgan had had to catch rats, or stray dogs. And through everything, she had had to bury her own parents. They'd died from the disease their first time 'round. Crying quietly, Morgan heard Big Ben toll eight. So early? Morgan found it hard to sleep now, and with Claire, any sleep she got was interrupted. The babe was quiet enough, but she had a way of waking her mother at odd times. Standing up and moving towards the clock tower, if for no other reason then that it was more shelter if she could get into the main building, she clutched Claire close to her, and ran in a sort of nervous leaping motion, her body cold and shivering, but her mind sharp and aware. She was terrified, but acutely aware that she had to watchful. |
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| Lone_Wolf | Feb 22 2011, 08:59 AM Post #7 |
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Matt ran across the Thames bridge, his K100 in his hand. A Grownup threw itself in his path and he shot a singe round between it's eyes. reaching the other side, he threw himself against a wall, watching a dog shambling down the road towards him. It was thin and rough-looking but didnt look diseased. Matt sighed then walked down the road, his gun put away and his bow out. Without his spear, he felt vulnerable. Still, he had to get to Big Ben and rest for the night. The tower was closer now and, running with new life, Matt reached the big doors and headed inside. |
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| Silvereye | Feb 22 2011, 01:57 PM Post #8 |
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Finally sliding into the dark clock-tower, Morgan unwrapped Claire a little, letting her nurse peacefully. She didn't notice anyone else int he room, because she herself was breathing too hard. Claire giggle happily, and Morgan smiled a little, kissing her child gently. Morgan was tired, but Claire seemed happy, and warm. And fed. Envy crept like venom into Morgan's heart, but she shoved it away. She'd been like that once. And without her, Claire would be dead. So, Claire depended on her for protection. With that thought in mind, Morgan grabbed her shotgun and knife, and curled around her daughter, just in case. Her breathing had slowed, but her mind still hadn't registered anyone else there. |
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| Lone_Wolf | Feb 22 2011, 02:53 PM Post #9 |
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Matt had darted into the shadows when the door had opened. Clutching a knife between his teeth and the other knife in his hand, he watched as the girl came in. Keeping deathly silent, he watched her unwrap the bundle and expose her child. Matt looked around, trying to find an escape but couldn't, only the steel stairwell and the door provided any movement off the floor. Swearing under his breath, he crept out from his hiding place, hoping the girl was sleeping. He was at the door when he dropped his knife in his urgency of opening the door. |
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| Silvereye | Feb 22 2011, 04:59 PM Post #10 |
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Morgan grabbed the pistol and turned, Claire giggling, and pointed the gun at the boy. Once she saw it was a teen, and not an adult, she relaxed her finger a little. Not much. Mostly because during the first few days she'd been beat up by some boys. The bruises still hurt, and she was amazed they had missed Claire. "Who are you?" she asked, standing up and retreating cautiously to a stair. In a hole in the roof, she felt the moonlight spill onto her, and she shied away from it. But Claire struggled out of her mother's arms and crawled toward it. Morgan watched her daughter with one eye, the boy with the other. |
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