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The cool morning air lightly creeps in amongst the gaps of the wooden barricades, it was morning once again - You were still hoping you'd open your eyes to be safely within the confines of your warm bed.
You heave yourself off of the litter-ridden floor, you dust yourself off as you peer around the room with a blurred vision - It was suspiciously empty this morning, as your eyes still adjust to the light you see the silhouette of a man laying down infront of a large beam of light, obviously a window, a long and cylinder object protruding from his hands, you run the palms of your hands over your face in tire; the vision clears up, the silhouette revealed to be Danimal - A moderator of the team, wearing a thick leather jacket and torn denim jeans, the word "D A N I M A L" is sloppily painted on his back.
"I see you've woken up..." said the voice, your ears perk to the source, Danimal is speaking, "The others went outside, the crazy bastards, they really wanted booze." Danimal sighs and shakes his head, his eyes suddenly flash up with fear, his grubby hand reaching over to cock the large rifle in his tight grip, one eye tightly fitting the small scope, a gloved finger tightly wrapped around the trigger he turns to the window as his breathing picks up.
"It's just you and me in the HQ today, there's a rifle downstairs - Take it." Before you can speak to him the loud echo of a rifle shot penetrates your ears, Danimal jolts back from the recoil as smoke starts to fill the area around Danimal; your hands cover your ears and you quickly make your descent down the stairs...
...The room you enter is just as bare as the other one, tables turned over and interior doors nailed to the windows and entrance ways; one of the barricades, however, shows signs of looseness, probably the way everybody else left. Just as the man upstairs said, a slender rifle is placed on a surprisingly clean table, loose shells and a torn ammo box lay beside it. It's time for another day of fire, hell and zombies.
(Sorry, made it up as I typed.)
You heave yourself off of the litter-ridden floor, you dust yourself off as you peer around the room with a blurred vision - It was suspiciously empty this morning, as your eyes still adjust to the light you see the silhouette of a man laying down infront of a large beam of light, obviously a window, a long and cylinder object protruding from his hands, you run the palms of your hands over your face in tire; the vision clears up, the silhouette revealed to be Danimal - A moderator of the team, wearing a thick leather jacket and torn denim jeans, the word "D A N I M A L" is sloppily painted on his back.
"I see you've woken up..." said the voice, your ears perk to the source, Danimal is speaking, "The others went outside, the crazy bastards, they really wanted booze." Danimal sighs and shakes his head, his eyes suddenly flash up with fear, his grubby hand reaching over to cock the large rifle in his tight grip, one eye tightly fitting the small scope, a gloved finger tightly wrapped around the trigger he turns to the window as his breathing picks up.
"It's just you and me in the HQ today, there's a rifle downstairs - Take it." Before you can speak to him the loud echo of a rifle shot penetrates your ears, Danimal jolts back from the recoil as smoke starts to fill the area around Danimal; your hands cover your ears and you quickly make your descent down the stairs...
...The room you enter is just as bare as the other one, tables turned over and interior doors nailed to the windows and entrance ways; one of the barricades, however, shows signs of looseness, probably the way everybody else left. Just as the man upstairs said, a slender rifle is placed on a surprisingly clean table, loose shells and a torn ammo box lay beside it. It's time for another day of fire, hell and zombies.
(Sorry, made it up as I typed.)
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Good to hear 
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Great news!
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#fortune
I concur, mods should gm
I concur, mods should gm
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Sounds good Sloth, looking forward to hearing more
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It was an RP story started in the Fan Fiction section a long time ago.
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I think I'd get a pet zombie and name him "Eernie". "What if it's a woman/girl?" you might ask. Well, that can be changed by a visit to the local clothing store and a minor surgical procedure. Anyway, each time he doesn't snap at me when I come near, he gets a new toy to chew on. I guess I'd need some food for him, too, and that's where you guys come in.
Anyway I think Solaris might be funny to have by your side. The zombies would actually get a headache even though they have no brain with which to absorb the unrefined Marxism with.
Hmm, if we were to rebuild the city, we'd need power. For that, we'd get RJMC and Solaris to argue inside a tiny chamber, you know, like a nuclear reactor works. We feed them while they have heated discussions in there.
What role could I play? Well, I could be police after I've taught Eernie to let me ride on his back.
Anyway I think Solaris might be funny to have by your side. The zombies would actually get a headache even though they have no brain with which to absorb the unrefined Marxism with.
Hmm, if we were to rebuild the city, we'd need power. For that, we'd get RJMC and Solaris to argue inside a tiny chamber, you know, like a nuclear reactor works. We feed them while they have heated discussions in there.
What role could I play? Well, I could be police after I've taught Eernie to let me ride on his back.
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I probably would be to, or just hang around awkwardly with dave.
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First post makes it clear imho.
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It doesn't make clear the RP thing I was reading about.
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^^ That kind of reminds me of South Parks - "The Pile"
ie:"This is even gayer than the pile"
^^ That kind of reminds me of South Parks - "The Pile"
ie:"This is even gayer than the pile"
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