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Post by Galio on Feb 19, 2011 1:31:26 GMT -5
You want inspiration? Check this picture. Attachments:
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Post by NµKe on Feb 19, 2011 3:24:05 GMT -5
Dang! Me likey! So, you wanna be the guy or the girl?
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Post by Galio on Feb 19, 2011 23:38:39 GMT -5
Oho... the girl. I'm always the girl. Just because I'm secure in my masculinity.
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Post by NµKe on Feb 20, 2011 8:30:41 GMT -5
awesome. Okay, humorous/action/scary? Or do you want a serious plotline and stuff? Which direction? I'm kinda thinking a sweet plotline, but a very humorous/action mentality. Then we can throw in a couple of super serious parts and make it a lovely balance. You put up the first post and I'll jump in.
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Post by Galio on Feb 21, 2011 0:46:55 GMT -5
Agreed... for the most part. Start out as semi-serious, but mostly humorous, but then have a huge plot twist that turns it into a slightly more serious, but much more grand adventure type of story.
Quick plot idea: These two have been training together to fight zombies for deployment on "the infected planets." (Two trained insurgents can clean out a whole city.) They've been training in a high tech simulator on a 3 day mission with no food or water. WHILE they're in the simulator, the planet they're on becomes overrun with the infection. Other plot developments could take place later. What do you think?
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Post by NµKe on Feb 21, 2011 3:29:03 GMT -5
Friggin' love it. Bro and Sis? I'm guessing not lovers, that might be a bit intense. Uhm... best friends? Simply good fighters that end up fightin' together? I like it. I'll create a bio for the dude. I like him. He's cool.
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Post by Hoovy on Feb 23, 2011 20:29:14 GMT -5
Lol, I gave a seven minute speech on a zombie outbreak. How about, they find one other survivor (me) and I join the group. Character could be a survivor at the military base these two are training at, or simply a citizen with a will to survive. Depends how the story/plot goes I guess.
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Post by Galio on Feb 24, 2011 19:40:06 GMT -5
I would say friends with no romantic interest.
And I like the idea of a survivor. We'll probably have to post a few times to find you though.
I say we post character bios here, and then get started. What say you?
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Post by NµKe on Feb 24, 2011 21:04:34 GMT -5
Sounds good to me. I'll get my bio up by tonight, and Galio, you get yours up. Ranger, get yours up and let us get the RP rollin' to you. Once we get ya, jump on in. Sounds good to me! WHEE!!!
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Post by NµKe on Feb 24, 2011 22:10:38 GMT -5
Here's a suggested Character Bio Sheet: [b]Name[/b]: [b]Age[/b]: [b]Weight/Height[/b]: [b]Weapon Choice[/b]: [b]Bio[/b]: [b]Personality[/b]: [b]Sample Post[/b]:
Name: Zephate (Zeph) Ryth Age: 29 (& 1/2) Weight/Height: 185lbs. / 6'3" Weapon Choice: Katana Bio: He started fighting Zombies when they attacked his party planet. Cryfe was the party planet. Most teenagers went to Cryfe on the weekends, well... teenagers with "cool" (or preoccupied) parents. Zeph went there often. He had been there with four of his buddies playing some sick games and just chillin' when they heard the screams. They heard the ravenous yells and the freaking out downstairs in the hotel. They ran out to the balcony and saw the zombies feeding. That's a scary sight. They ran for the roof as they had heard that you're supposed to do. That was back during the First Wave of Planet Infestations, during the beginning. It was still something of a rumor... the whole concept of "zombies". Now, no longer a rumor. Zeph made it to the roof and there were a few choppers skimming the skyline to pick up anyone that was waving them down. Obviously a radio call of Zombies had already gone. Zeph made it on a transport ship with his buddies. Cryfe was deemed unworthy though. Zeph was ticked. Party no more. No fun. Not cool. Zeph wanted revenge. Personality: Zeph is a happy-go-lucky, optimistic fellow. He's quite relaxed and chill. He loves a good mission and he doesn't let many things get him down. He treats life a bit like a video game in that he doesn't take much seriously. He has the perspective that if it's not fun... then why do it? Hedonistic, somewhat selfish, but definitely a kind person when he feels inspired. He's got his own sense of morality and he lives by it... most of the time. He's a free spirit... take him for what he is, because he won't try and change to please you. (He's got high highs and very low lows.) Sample Post: Zephate smiled as he wiped the blood off of his face. The zombie gurgled and dropped.
"Bwahahaha, another gone. Thirty five..."
A zombie groaned as he broke open the door with his head.
"Moron..."
Slice!
Headless. More chuckling. Zeph ran through the other door that was already open into the light of the daytime. He skipped along the street towards the bike that was practically calling his name. He hopped and launched it into life. He revved the engine just to call the zombies. When they began to come out of the alleys he sped off and circled the outskirts of the city a couple times. He then drove up on one of the highest highways. The transport ship was flying low... very low... the wings of the ship were clipping the street lamps that were to illuminate the road at night. Zeph pulled out his handy rope that had saved his life so many times before and he chucked it to the man who was offering his hand to help Zeph onto the transport. He caught it and attached it to the ship. The rope, that was attached to Zeph's belt became taut and Zeph was lifted off of his bike, leaving it to meet the side of the road in a few seconds.
Zeph yelled in absolute ecstasy as he flew behind the transport. Behind him the bomb was dropped on the city completely eradicating any zombies left in the city... most of the buildings were completely flattened. No humans had been in there, Zeph had checked just about every building and had let out many signals and warnings. Now... he was flying free, without a care, behind the transport... behind him the cloud and fire of the explosion caused by the bomb dropped by the bomber filled the scene.
Zeph smiled and giggled a little to himself.
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Post by Hoovy on Feb 26, 2011 12:59:36 GMT -5
Name: Jorj Malison Age: 16 Weight/Height: 115 lbs/ 5' 7" Weapon Choice: Military Grade Energy Repeater. Bio: Was living in City 17 long before the First Wave. Father was a former soldier in the Galactic Armada. Mother died in a speeder accident when he was 6. No other siblings. City 17 was hit about a year ago. Has been surviving ever sense. Personality: Serious at most times. Has seen more death and tragedy then most people ever will. Great planner. Used to run a small colony of survivors. While on a savaging mission, one person became infected and killed everyone else in the camp. On the way back to camp, after receiving a distress message, Jorj and the other two survivors were attacked by yet more zombies. Only Jorj survived. Doesn't believe in random chance. Everything happens for a reason. Sample Post: At the sound of a moan, Jorj turned and fired off three shots from his Energy Repeater. One to the heart, one to the throat, one to the head. The zombie dropped. Jorj sighed. His entire colony had been slaughtered two days earlier. Now he was struggling with what to do next. Try and find a way off this dead rock, stay and try to find more survivors? He decided to head off for the City Center Hotel. There he could survive in comfort, easily fortify his room, hallways, etc. Maybe even find some survivors. He picked up one of his many VivaBars he kept in his backpack. Maybe, if he was lucky, he could find some real food. Vivabars were starting to taste like cardboard now. With that thought in mind, he checked his supplies, loaded his Energy Repeater with a fresh Energy Tube, and headed out...
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Post by Galio on Feb 27, 2011 1:09:29 GMT -5
Name: Charl (ch=sh) No last name. Age: 18 Weight/Height 124lbs./5'10'' Weapon Choice: Two 40 cal. handguns. Two concealed 11'' blades. Bio She has known nothing but training. She is a product of the system and knows nothing of a normal civilian life. She's told she is a special weapon and she believes it with all of her heart. She had never actually killed a real zombie, but her kill count in simulation is 9,352. She is a merciless, efficient, precise, zombie-butt-kickin' machine. Personality She isn't rude, but she isn't at all outgoing. She speaks of personal matters only with Zephate. He's the only one she's ever trained with, and he knows her better than anyone; and though she has no idea why, that causes her to trust him. His disheveled mannerisms never ceased to confound her personality profile of him, but it also keeps her intrigued about the outside world. She has been instructed to never ask him about it, never to let him tell her about it, and never to even think about it. I guess I'll do a sample post too! Three bullets, 4 dead. "Awful!" Charl thought to herself. She carried 600 bullets on her every time she was deployed, and she was trained to used them beyond their intended capacity; however, she was down to her last magazines. Zombies were clumsy, and unaware of danger. She backed up as they stumbled toward her, not 5 feet away. "There." She pointed her pistol at the first one in line and fired. 8 zombies fell backward. That made up for the careless wastefulness earlier. She saw a broken window on the third floor of a building. She stepped twice and jumped into it. She saw Zephate down the street. She began to pop off the infected one by one with careful shots from her right handgun. There were 17 zombies in the street; she had 6 bullets left. Zephate was out of sight for some reason. Her next 6 bullets met their marks, and she dropped back down to the street. She began trashing the final survivors with her knives. Everything suddenly went blindingly white. "The blades are you last resort, number 1! You failed." She lowered her head and marched past Zephate to the door of the simulator. She was furious at herself.
I believe there should be an air of fantasy to this one. Hence the jumping to the third story window.
OK, I think since there's three of us we should have a title change, but other than that, I think we're ready. Any ideas for titles? Here's one idea "Pandemic of Lies." ...or something.
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Post by Hoovy on Feb 27, 2011 17:02:04 GMT -5
I agree with the title if the Rp is about a government conspiracy.
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Post by Galio on Feb 27, 2011 20:05:15 GMT -5
Yeah. Either government or some secret firm. Feel free to offer ideas. I've put as much thought into it as you guys... heck, I just found a cool picture and put it up.
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Post by Hoovy on Mar 2, 2011 17:22:16 GMT -5
Secret Firm, their base is a space station, and are lead by a cyborg person guy. They target planets with the infection to try to kill the to main characters (not mine) or distract them so they can attack their home world for some reason... Also, in true classic RPG/ video game, you should meet the final "boss" at the begining, then seem him once in a while, from a far way off. Then at the very end, kill him with his own virus. Nick should know more to this.
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